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Halloween Holiday	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21240 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does. I make no money writing this story. Seriously, I'm dead broke.

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Draco felt his strength leaving him as he knelt on the floor. He couldn’t track how long he’d held the spell. Using it put the caster in a sort of trance, only able to manage the most basic functions: consciousness, magic, intent. Everything else fell by the wayside, including movement and the ability to tell when time passed. If he had to guess, he’s say it was the equivalent of an hour. However, he knew if he were to cast a tempus spell, it would show only a minute. He’d have to teach Granger the spell to measure magical depletion to make sure. Just as he thought he was about to pass out, the door burst open and a sopping wet Granger stormed through.
“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” she shouted, nodding in satisfaction when the demons squealed and disappeared as the otter chased them around the room.
“Gods Malfoy,” she whispered, rushing to his side. “For Merlin’s sake, stop the spell.”
“They’ll be back,” he whispered.
“Then save your strength for the shield. Can you stand?”
Draco released the protection spell and tried to stand but fell, cursing a blue streak. “Sorry, Granger. Go on up. I’ll keep their attention until you get there.”
“No,” she snapped. “We’re going together.”
With that, she levitated him off the floor. “You’ll need to shield. My wand is a bit preoccupied.”
Draco resented the fact that he had to be rescued by a girl. It was worse that the girl was Granger. And even more humiliating that she was ordering him about like an invalid. But he remained ever vigilant as she negotiated the stairs. Twice he had to blast the demons back and once he ordered ghosts to stop where they were. He was thankful he still had enough authority to cause them to stop but even that was waning.
“Almost there,” she breathed, running down the hallways as fast as she could with him in tow.
They reached his room and raced inside, only to stop dead at the sight of a woman sitting on his bed reading his journal.
“Out!” he ordered the ghost, motioning for Granger to release him.
“Please,” the woman said, her voice echoing around the room. “I don’t want to go out!”
“Demons are coming,” Hermione whispered, her eyes cutting out the still opened door.
“Can’t seal her in here,” he growled.
“I’ll disappear, I promise!” The ghostly woman cried.
“We don’t have a choice,” Hermione cried, pointing to the demons outside. “Expecto Patronum!”
The otter burst from her wand again and chased them away but it wouldn’t hold them for long. He was scrambling for an answer. It was obvious that the woman didn’t want to be under the demons any longer. But the only way he could help her was to get her to cross over. And Granger was right. She couldn’t hold the demons off much longer.
“Shut the door,” he said softly. “And you, ghost, you stay right where you are… and put my damned journal down!”
The ghost did as she was told and sat very still on the bed, not moving an inch. Granger slammed the door shut and allowed him to fortify it with dozens of repelling spells, strengthening the ones that were already there. When it was done, he collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily.
“Malfoy. Malfoy!”
Granger dove beside him, turning him over and checking his pulse. He was fine… just really tired. But as he looked her over, he realized he wished he would have actually blacked out. She was still soaking wet… wearing a white t-shirt… that was completely see-through. He was now convinced that she was actually trying to kill him.
Her breasts were amazing, perfect round globes that were more than a handful with pretty pink nipples, erect from the cold. They jiggled as she looked him over, trying to find a reason for why he’d collapsed. He was mesmerized for a few moments until he realized his cock was starting to stand at attention. Just his luck. She was practically half naked and he couldn’t do anything about it except wave his dick around. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“For fucks sake, Granger, cast a drying spell!”
She frowned and drew back. “I’m much more worried about you. Are you okay.”
“I won’t be until you cast that spell,” he snarled, trying not to look anymore. His cock was aching and he was trying desperately to hide his reaction to her.
“Why are you so bloody concerned?”
He snapped, unable to take the temptation any more. “Because I can see your fucking tits!” She shrieked and immediately crossed her arms over her chest. “Little late.”
“Pervert!”
He rolled his eyes before turning his head away. “I told you to dry off. If I was a perv, I would have kept on looking.”
She whispered several drying spells before huffing. “Why did you say anything then?”
“Because I respect woman a bit more than that.”
“Like you’d respect me. I’m just a mudblood.”
He turned is head and sneered at her. “Damn it, Granger. You’re a fucking miracle, alright? Now can you please cast a magic depletion detector charm and then a tempus? I need to see if my theory was correct.”
She huffed again but did as she was told. Just as he thought, only a minute had passed inside the house and he’d spent the equivalent of an hour’s worth of constant magic. It would take him a while to get it back, if he could inside a time warp.
“We need to see if the others have noticed,” she said after a while.
“They haven’t,” the ghost said.
“What?” Draco asked, struggling to face the ghost.
The ghost straightened out her transparent skirt and looked up again. “They haven’t. They are in the trance.”
“Trance?” Hermione asked.
“She means they’re fucking each other’s brains out,” he sighed. “I take it the demons have suspended the house somehow?”
The ghost nodded. “Time passes normally until a living being enters. If they are deemed unworthy to feed on, they are released. If they are worthy… they are kept as long as possible.”
“An hour to a minute,” he said.
The ghost nodded again. “It’s the longest they can hold it.”
“So why not go out there,” Hermione asked. “You can feed.”
The ghost shuddered. “I don’t want to be here. I want to pass on… but they won’t let me.”
“Why not?” Hermione asked.
“Demons trap ghosts, Granger,” Draco cut in. “It gives them greater pull.”
“I was a nurse here when the first demon settled in,” the ghost said softly. “We didn’t know it, of course. The patient was a failed exorcism. They thought he was a deranged mass murderer, carded him off to jail until his cell mates started dying.”
“So they took him here for a lobotomy,” Draco said gravely.
The nurse nodded. “It was the perfect cure, or so they thought. He was a vegetable afterwards, but mostly because the demon couldn’t use the body anymore. They botched it the surgery and he couldn’t move.”
“The demon left him,” he said.
“It did,” the nurse whispered. “But without a body, it could only cause small accidents that happened all the time anyway.”
“You said first demon,” Hermione cut in. “The male demon out there, that was him?”
The nurse shook her head. “No, they came in together. They were lovers, both diagnosed with hysteria. But those of us who saw the original, we knew.”
“And you told no one?” Hermione breathed.
The ghost laughed. “Who would believe a few women with grand stories of demons and ghosts. In fact, you are the only two I’ve been able to talk to since… since the demons took over.”
“They didn’t shut this place down because of the unethical surgeries,” Draco said softly.
The ghost dried a transparent tear. “No. Too many deaths. Half of us died from gas poisoning. They shut the facility down after that, siting unethical treatment of patients. But they never spoke of us again.”
“Where did you die?” Hermione asked tentatively.
The nurse smiled. “In this room. I had already packed my things and was going to leave this place. I… I had a fiancé. He was an oil tycoon. We were to be married the following day.”
“That’s horrible,” Hermione cried.
“He was here in this room with me when we died.”
“Where is he?” Draco asked.
She sighed. “He was able to pass on a few years ago when this television crew did a story and a blessing. We lost four, my fiancé, the charge nurse’s husband, the head doctor’s daughter, and the janitor’s mother.”
“The non-residents,” Draco said knowingly.
Granger frowned. “What does that have to with anything?”
“Demons cling to signatures. The longer the exposure, the better grip they have on the spirit. So, when the muggles did the blessing, the spirits here the least amount of time in life were able to pass on into the afterlife.”
“How do you break free?” Hermione asked.
“You weaken the link,” he said softly. “And I might be able help you, madam.”
“Joan,” the ghost said. “My name is Joan.”
“What was your fiancé’s name?” Hermione asked.
Joan smiled wistfully. “William Johnson.”
“Joan,” Draco called. “I’ll help you pass over if you tell us how to beat the demons.”
Joan’s eyes widened in delight. “Really?”
Draco nodded. “There are plenty of us to break the link. But we have to know how to get out of here. You must know how dangerous it is for us to be here on this night.”
Joan nodded. “We’ve seen many a person be drained away, only to be assimilated.”
“How many demons are there?” Draco asked.
“Too many to count,” Joan sighed sadly. “And every few years, someone sneaks in and holds a séance and invites more in. But the two you met are like the orderlies here. They keep everyone in line.”
“And I royally pissed them off,” Draco said, sighing in defeat.
Joan nodded. “The demons feed on emotions, fear being the biggest one. They also feed on lust.”
“Ha,” Draco said. “No wonder they slowed the time down. The other people in our party are practically mad with it.”
“But it saves them as well.”
“Beg pardon?” Hermione asked.
“The French call it La Petite Morte,” Joan said slowly.
“Little death,” Draco and Hermione answered at the same time.
Joan nodded. “It is said that when two people truly connect and experience the greatest pleasure together, they die. Their spirits fly and touch before settling back into their bodies. It is the most vulnerable time for them, a time the demons count on.”
“They try to capture them as they leave,” Draco said.
Joan nodded. “But your group can somehow thwart them.”
“Magic,” Draco said. “The cast magic so they can’t touch them. But how does that help them?”
“When you touch souls, you become stronger,” Joan continued. “Every couple that comes in, I watch. Most are not in love. Those that succumb to the lust don’t come out.”
“I highly doubt Weasley and Pansy are in love,” Draco snorted.
“But you sealed them in the room,” Hermione said softly. “And whether or not Zabini and Greengrass are is irrelevant as well. They have the same charms.”
“And Potter truly loves Snape.”
“And vice versa,” Hermione confirmed. “But they didn’t succumb until they were well ensconced in their room, I guarantee. They learned their lesson after me.”
“And that leaves us,” Draco said. “The people they are pissed off at. We aren’t fucking like nifflers and we remind them that we banished one of them.”
“How do we get out of here?” Draco asked. “One person escaping was difficult. Eight?”
“Impossible,” Joan said with a nod. “Unless you are strong.”
“So we wait for me to recover and make a break for it together,” Draco said. “After we help you cross over.”
Joan smiled sadly. “You won’t recover, sweetie. Not without help. The time warp stops regular regeneration. That’s why you’ve been waking up so exhausted. You expend the energy in the extended time and gain it in real time.”
Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You’ve been watching?” The nurse ducked her head and nodded. “So I spent an hour’s worth of energy in one minute but it will take me twelve hours to rejuvenate for twelve minutes.”
Joan nodded. “That’s why no one comes here often. Not many come out.”
“So how did he heal?” Hermione asked. “When I gouged him with my fingernails. He healed almost immediately.”
“Dittany is magical,” Draco said. “It heals instantaneously, no time needed. But cores take time to rejuvenate. So while we can heal with potions, we can’t recuperate with them.”
“Unless you take a pepper up,” Hermione suggested.
“Pepper up doesn’t help the core,” Draco said sadly. “Just your ability to stay awake. In fact, it actually hinders your ability to bounce back because it keeps your body from resting.”
“So we’re trapped.”
“Not necessarily,” Joan said softly, her eyes darting back and forth. “You could share your magic.”
“You mean have sex?” Hermione squeaked.
Joan shrugged. “I’ll just let you two talk it over.”
With that, the ghost went invisible again. The two teenagers blinked at the suddenness of it. Neither one were used to ghosts just blinking out of existence instead of disappearing through walls.
“We don’t have to have sex,” Draco said quickly before Granger could pipe up. “Just let me rest a few minutes and we can perform a sharing ritual.”
“Sharing ritual?”
He nodded. “It’s a dark ritual that the Dark Lord used to use to make sure all of his Death Eaters had the same power for a time period.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Skill is learned, Granger. Pit Lockheart against Snape and Snape would wipe the floor with him all day long. Power is different. Place Potter in a battle with Pansy and Potter would win. However, Pansy would hold her own for a long time because she is a highly skilled witch, usually behavior aside. However, Potter would eventually overpower her. If you were to perform a ritual to balance their powers together, it would be anyone’s guess as to who would win.”
“Is it permanent?” she asked, biting her lip in thought.
“No. No power sharing spell is. The weaker being will exhaust the power and the strong one will regenerate.”
“Then why is it dark?”
He sighed. “Granger, any spell that alters the magical output of a being, whether permanent or temporary, was deemed dark because of the potential for its use.”
“How did they use to use it?”
Draco frowned, remembering the lesson from long ago. “They used to find the strongest magical people and force them into the ritual with squibs. More often than not, the squibs actually acquired magic of their own. But the other person, they experience a depletion of their own magic, something about leaching and bonding.”
“So if we do this, we could be bonded.”
He shook his head. “No. We’re both above average in magical ability. We won’t form a bond.”
“But you’re very depleted.”
He shook his head. “I’ve been a lot worse, Granger. And I was forced to participate in the spell then, too. No bond.”
“How do you know?”
He grinned then. “Because he is balls deep in Potter right now and not me.”
She turned bright red and hid her face for a few minutes while he laughed but she quickly regained her composure. “How long does it take?”
He frowned. “That’s the bad part. It’s an hour long ordeal.”
“But that means that it would be sixty hours long!”
He nodded. “It’s a drawback.”
“Sex is faster,” she said quickly, looking down so she wouldn’t make eye contact.
“Forget it,” he said bitterly.
She looked up in shock that quickly morphed into anger. “So you’ve seen the goods and you aren’t interested now?”
He blinked in confusion. “What?”
“You are disgusted by me,” she said, on the verge of tears. “You practically bit my head off because you could see my boobs and now you’re turning down a free shag. Isn’t that what all boys want?”
He was completely taken aback by her attitude. She should have been thrilled that he didn’t want to have cheap, meaningless sex with her. She meant more to him than just some quick fuck. Granted, he was kicking himself for turning her down. Having a small piece was better than nothing but he wanted everything. He knew that now. He wanted her for as long as she’d have him. If he were lucky, she’d actually date him for longer than a night, maybe even a week. It still wouldn’t be enough but he’d have more than a few minutes and she would actually want him. But she was taking such offense that he couldn’t help but explain himself.
“No, Granger, that’s not what all boys want. Believe it or not, I’d like more than a meaningless pity fuck because I used up too much magic. And before you go off on that not wanting you tangent, I told you to dry off because you were killing me. You’re too fucking pretty for me to control myself and I was losing it.”
There. She sort of knew how he felt. Damn the consequences. Wasn’t that what went through a Gryffindor’s mind right before they took the plunge into something stupid and/or dangerous. But this was his one shot at making a move and he needed to take it, lest the Weasel worm his way back into her knickers. Stupid prat.
“You think I’m pretty?” she asked softly.
He laughed. “That’s all you got out of that?”
“I don’t disgust you?”
“Never have, really,” he said, furrowing his brow in thought. “You were a pain in my arse, literally when I didn’t top your grades. But no, you were never disgusting.”
“And when my clothes were wet?”
“My bollocks still ache,” he said through gritted teeth.
It was true. He’d been hard ever since and they were starting to hurt. And now, when all he’d have to do was say the word, he backed out. What in the ever loving hell was wrong with him?
“Take your shirt off.”
He did a double take. “Pardon?”
“You heard me,” she breathed. “Take it off.”
He shrugged and forced himself to sit up, though every muscle in his body ached. He was fine with shucking his shirt, though he didn’t know why she’d asked. But he couldn’t sit up that long and fell back down to the bed roll with a sigh. Damn this sucked.
“How do you stay so fit?”
He was thrown for a loop again. “What?”
“Your chest and abs are… amazing. Quidditch isn’t that strenuous.”
“Oh,” he said, frowning down at his stomach. “My father. When I was a baby, my magic was so wild even the house elves couldn’t contain it. The only things that seemed to help were physical exercise and wielding a wand.”
“Wielding a wand!”
He nodded. “Put his wand in my hand as soon as I could hold it and taught me spells as soon as I could speak. We went running every day. And his greatest shame, he built a weight room for me, complete with muggle weights. But they helped. It calmed down when I went to Hogwarts and learned more balanced spells. And of course casting all the time helped too.”
“I think you’re more powerful than me,” she said softly. “I didn’t start manifesting until I was nine.”
He shook his head. “Time doesn’t matter. The magical core doesn’t settle until you reach seventeen. I’ve seen you fight, Granger. You’re as strong as I am. You just have a different area of expertise. Besides, children who manifest early are in greater danger of losing their magic, destroying their cores due to imbalance. It happens more in pureblood children, a result of too much magic I suppose.”
“Where did you learn all of this?”
“Between my father and Snape and the restricted section, I amassed it over the years. I sort of had an obsession when I was younger. And the more I learned, the more I realized I was wrong.”
She nodded and reached out to trace his scars again. “You changed because you knew it was wrong.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
She nodded again. “You say I’m pretty.”
He sighed. “We’ve been over this, Granger. Yes, you are pretty.”
“You aren’t disgusted by me.”
He waved to her hand on his chest. “Obviously not.”
“You want more than a pity fuck.”
“Yes.”
She bit her lip and started tracing around his abs. “Then would you want… more.”
“Sorry. More?”
She nodded curtly. “More. More than a pity fuck, more… more… us.”
He was either dreaming or the demons had already stolen his soul. There was no way Hermione Granger had just offered him… more. At one point, she might have offered him more jinxes, more pain and humiliation, more of a view of her flouncing away. But… but more?”
“That’s a no,” she said after moment.
“No!” he yelped. “That isn’t a no!”
“Then why didn’t you answer?”
“I’m… a little stunned to be honest. Why would you want me?”
“I think there is more to you than meets the eye. And I think I’d like the chance to find out what it is.”
His heart jumped into his throat. “Really?”
She slowly peeled his undershirt from her body, revealing those perfect breasts that had set him off before. “Does this answer your question?”

AN: Yep, I'm evil. I'm also hoping to get this finished by this evening but I have soooo much to do today. Cross your fingers! As always, thanks for all the reviews. It's nice to sit back and read them on my day off. Keep them coming and make my Halloween a less fattening one. ;) Until next time... love you guys!
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