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Snowbound	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four
The Death Eater
     It had been a week. One full week away from Draco and I missed him. I knew he was better off there than here in a wizarding world where the threat of Voldemort loomed over us all, yet a part of me still wished that he was back at Hogwarts. At least then I could see him. It was a silly and stupid thought since he probably hated me for leaving, especially in the way that I left. Classes were good. I caught up fairly quickly, which doesn’t say much for the curriculum that I could miss three months of school and be all caught up by my third day back. All my friends were eager and happy to see me, except for Ginny that is, but I couldn’t really blame her for disliking me. That’s a long story there, so I will just tell you what she said to me the previous night in the Gryffindor dorms. It went something like, “First you die and Harry drops me because he says the grief is overwhelming, and no girl can measure up to his precious Hermione. Then he finally begins to get over you and suddenly you’re alive again! We were this close to getting back together until you showed up here…ALIVE. It would have been better if you’d stayed dead. I know that sounds mean, but I can’t compete with you, you’re too good!” That’s what she said to me, more or less. As if that wasn’t bad enough being told that it would have been better that I died by someone who I always considered a friend, but Ron was acting strange to me too. I understand why though, so I don’t really blame him either. You see, of Harry and Ron, the boy that I was closer to was Harry, but, Ron was the one who I liked, as in liked, liked, or at least I thought I did. I think he liked me back too, so I was not surprised to see him brooding over Harry’s kiss outside the Great Hall. That brings us to the main problem, Harry. I had to find a way to tell him. “I’ve always considered you a great friend, the best even, but I married the boy you hate the most, Draco. That’s right, he’s a wandmaker now and oh I slept with him a hundred times.” Now you can see my dilemma. That will so not go over well. It will take a certain amount of finesse in telling Harry the truth. In the meantime though the whole school considered he and I a couple. That’s when I saw Harry enter the library and I sunk down in my seat, behind the thick, reference book that I was reading. I was researching ancient witch covens and cults. There just has to be information about the Watti somewhere in this blasted library!
     “Hey hot stuff,” Harry said when he saw me. He plopped down in the chair across from me, and shot me a lopsided grin. His hair was windblown and looking much the same as it usually did, disheveled. I cringed at the pet name, I couldn’t help it. He just really couldn’t pull off pet names and hot stuff, while nice, is mildly offensive to me. It’s as if I was reduced to tits and arse. Alright, I’m not being fair to Harry.
     “Finished with quidditch practice?” I asked and I lowered the book.
     “Yeah,” he smiled and blew a kiss into the air. My mouth fell agape. Was it just me or was he making a fool of himself? I smiled in return and turned my eyes back down to my book. Please just go away and leave me alone. I’m not over Draco and I don’t want to me mean to you Harry, so please just give me some space. “So what happened to Malfoy again, you know after he hit me with the stunner and you saved my neck? Thanks for that by the way, I owe you.”
     “You don’t owe me, Harry. I already told you, Malfoy, who knows? We were separated in the crash.”
     “Yeah, yeah I heard you say that, and then a Muggle farmer and his wife found you, nursed you back to health and here you are. Now tell me the truth,” he said and he folded his hands on the table and stared intently at me.
     I closed the reference book and then took a deep breath. I was going to tell him the truth. He deserved that much. “Alright, you want the truth? The truth is Malfoy and I were hurt in the crash. We flew on his broom until he couldn’t go any further and then we camped there a while. Eventually a man showed up, told us that we’d wandered onto ancient witch cult territory and that we were standing on holy ground, which in turn made us married since we had sex there after declaring our love for each other. They welcomed us into their village, Draco became a Wandmaker, but I wasn’t very good at their magic so I left Draco a note telling him goodbye and now here I am!” I said and then I waited.
     “Wow, that’s a good one ‘Mione. Alright, you were telling the truth about the farmer,” Harry replied, and he blew it off as a joke. “So,” he said and he cleared his throat. He was acting peculiar but Harry often acted that way so I just let it go. “So, so so….You want to go to the Yule Ball with me?” My heart stopped when he asked me. The thought of dancing, cheek to cheek with anyone other than Malfoy was just plain weird to me. Even though I’d left him, I still fancied him and even though I knew that our whole Watti marriage would not even be recognized by the Ministry (at least I thought that though I wasn’t for sure on it) I still felt for lack of a better word, married to Malfoy. “Hermione,” Harry said in a sing-song voice. I looked up at him. “I asked you to the dance. You’re supposed to give me an answer,” Harry said sweetly.
     “Oh uh, I don’t know it’s still a long way off.”
     “No it’s not, not really. Everyone else already has a date. We’re going together, right?”
     “I don’t know, I guess we are,” I said fumbling for an answer.
     “Great! Glad that’s over with. I was a little worried that Ron had beat me to it.”
     “No, Ron won’t talk to me.”
     “Yeah, well he took it the hardest, aside from me I mean, you know when you were dead.”
     “I was never dead, Harry. I wish you’d stop saying that.”
     “And I couldn’t be happier that you aren’t dead. You know when you died…” Harry droned on and on and something about the whole, stupid conversation reminded me that I talking to an immature, boy. Only days ago I was with Draco, where we would talk about ancient civilizations, magical theory and a whole host of rather adult oriented topics. Merlin, I miss that. I missed him terribly. Now I’m sitting here listening to Harry drone on about my death and the more he droned on, the more I felt like a living shrine, like a statue or something.
     “Harry, shut up already, enough about my death. I was never dead!” I shouted and Madame Pince shushed me. Harry was taken aback. He just sat there and blinked.
     “You lot have a lot of nerve,” Ron said when he strode up to the table where we were sitting. “Harry chucked Ginny for you, did you know that? My sister is completely broken hearted, and you, did you even notice how upset I was when you just bloody breezed into the school and started snogging my sister’s boyfriend? Did you Hermione?” Ron shouted.
     “Ron, I—“
     “You knew I liked you. You knew it, and I thought you liked me,” he said sounding wounded. He had a right to be and he wasn’t wrong. How Harry never noticed the flirting between Ron and I was a mystery to apparently not just me but to Ron too. “Well I hope you two are proud of yourselves. Oh don’t mind me, carry on,” the redhead said angrily and then he left in a hurry.
     “Don’t mind that, you know Ron’s temper,” Harry said and he shot me one of those lopsided grins. I didn’t know what I could possibly do to set things right between Ron and me.
     “Did you hear the news?” Harry said almost as an afterthought, but he seemed excited. I nodded a firm no. “Lucius Malfoy,” he said and then he drew an imaginary line across his neck. I gasped.
     “He’s dead?”
     “Yeah, it was an inside job. Someone slit his throat whilst he slept in his cell at Azkaban. So that’s one less Death Eater we have to worry about.
     “Oh my gods,” I said in shock. “How must Draco feel? I wonder if he knows it.”
     “Well I dunno’, nobody knows where Malfoy even is and who cares how he feels,” Harry said and he was staring at me suspiciously. “For all we know he died in the train crash. No bodies were found, but the caboose was torched beyond recognition. It’s possible he got stuck in the fire. In any case I am dead certain that he was a Death Eater too, so good riddens, one less for me to have to deal with.”
     “Harry, I have to go. I’ll see you in class,” I said and then I ran from the library. I needed to speak to Dumbledore. I was dreadfully worried for Draco’s life.
~~~~~0~~~~~
     “I assure you Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy is perfectly fine,” Dumbledore said with a calm voice as he sat perched behind his desk.
     “I know you say that, but how could you know?”
     “I know because he came to me this morning and asked if he could continue his studies here.”
     “What?! He did? He’s here?”
     “Yes, Miss Granger. I suspect you will be seeing him since you are in some of the same classes. Is there anything else?”
     “No, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Oh, Sir, I almost forgot. There is one other thing,” I said and I sat back down in the chair across from the Headmaster.
     “I think I know what you’re going to ask me and the answer is yes.”
     “No, there is no possible way that you could know what I’m about to ask you.”
     “You want to know if we are aware of the Watti and that you spent some time living amongst them. The answer is yes, and yes.”
     “Oh, I didn’t know you knew. I guess Draco told you?”
   “Yes, he did. Is that all?”
     “Well no, not exactly. I was wondering about marriage laws, especially in regards to the law and whether or not the Ministry recognizes marriages that are performed outside of Ministry territories,” I asked and Dumbledore smiled.
     “Mr. Malfoy asked me the same thing,” he said and the Headmaster laid a finger upon his chin as if deep in thought.
     “May I ask what you told him?”
     “Miss Granger, marriage is not be entered into lightly.”
     “Yes, Sir, I know that. I just really want to know if well, if he and I are married or not, legally speaking.”
     “You should read the Quibbler, Miss Granger. If you don’t subscribe to it perhaps you could ask your friend Miss Lovegood for a copy.”
     “The Quibbler? Why should I read—Can’t you just answer my question?”
     “You should read the Quibbler because they are the only news source that covers news within the Watti community. You wanted to know if we knew of them. The answer is yes, for centuries we’ve been aware of them. You’re not the first wizarding couple to marry under their laws Miss Granger.”
      “Sir, this is really important to me and to my future. Can’t you just tell me?”
     “I thought it would be more of a learning experience if you researched it yourself, but I can see that you require more of an answer…Yes your marriage is valid and recognized Miss Granger, or should I say Malfoy? The Ministry accepts immigrants from all walks of life, so it would be silly not to recognize the marriages of those that come here from another culture or background. We already knew of your marriage though, because we read the announcement in the Quibbler. Congratulations! I do hope that you will let Mr. Potter down easily. He was terribly upset when you went missing.”
     “I will, I just have to find the right way to tell him. Professor Dumbledore, if I find that I don’t want to be married, then what?”
     “The Ministry handles divorces, not I,” he said and I could have sworn that he looked sad when I said it. “Mr. Malfoy stood right where you are standing now, only two hours ago you should know. He professed his undying love for you, so do consider him in whatever decision you make Miss Granger. Now if that is all, I have some things I must attend to,” he said and he put his round spectacles on and turned in his chair away from me. I thanked him again and then left, feeling more confused than I had before I paid him a visit. If Dumbledore knew about our marriage, who else did?
~~~~~0~~~~~
     It was during my last class of the day, Potions class, when I saw him for the first time since I’d left him in Wattingham. Harry nudged me and I looked up to see Draco swagger into class where he dropped his books on the table and sat down.
     “You’re late Mr. Malfoy,” Snape drawled from behind his desk.
     “Yes, Sir,” Draco said. He was staring right at me. I couldn’t read his expression though, it was completely blank.
     “Is there a reason for your tardiness?”
     “Yes, Sir.”
     “Well what is it?” Snape hissed.
     “I had a meeting with the Dark Lord,” Draco stated in a casual tone. There were gasps and whispers.
     “Is that supposed to be funny, Mr. Malfoy? Outside, now!” Snape shouted and we all watched in silence as Draco and Snape left the room in an awful hurry. Whatever went down it was, big. They were shouting at one another in the hallway. Harry and Ron, despite their falling out were discussing the repercussions of Malfoy and the Death Eaters and what it all meant. I took that moment to slip outside. I needed to see Draco. What I saw, frightened me. Snape had Draco cornered where he insisted that he roll up his sleeve. Draco refused and their loud whispers echoed down the hall as I padded towards where they stood, quietly, as not to be noticed.
     “What would you have me do? I had no choice,”I heard Draco say.
     “Did you receive his brand? Show me your arm, right this instant,” Snape demanded.
     “It’s none of your business, now let me go,” Draco fired back.
     “Someone is here,” Snape said under his breath. I backed up when I saw Snape’s cape flapping as his dark figure approached me in the dark, dungeon corridor.
     “Professor Snape, I just came out to—“
     “Eavesdrop--I know exactly what you were doing.”
     “No Sir, I was just—“
     “Shut up Miss Granger. Don’t play me for a fool. Now, your husband has gotten himself involved in something that is going to get him killed. I can’t protect him if I don’t know if he joined the Dark Lord’s army or not. You will find out and you will tell me. Understood?” I’d never seen Snape so frightening. My lips were quivering.
     “Yes I will but—He’s not going to tell me.”
     “You’re his wife are you not? Find out. Quickly! You are excused from my class.”
~~~~0~~~~
     I padded down the hall to where I knew the blond was standing behind one of the tapestries that hung from the ceiling. It was a dark little nook, one that was famous with older classmen who would sometimes pull an unsuspecting first year into the dark nook (Slytherins did this not other Houses) and then torment them with pimple jinx spells and other similar hexes. “Draco?” When there was no answer I lit my wand.
     “Lumos,” I said and the nook was bathed in white light. My heart nearly broke when I saw the tears that trailed down his cheeks. He wiped them away with the back of his hand and I ran to him where I hugged him. “I’m sorry about your Father,” I whispered. I wasn’t, in fact I was glad that he was dead, but I was sorry for Draco. It was still his Dad.
     “You left me,” he said in a gruff, affected voice.
     “I know, I just couldn’t make it there. I’m sorry.”
     “Do you still love me?” he asked his voice not much more than a whisper.
     “Draco, didn’t you read my note?”
     “I read the note. I asked you do you love me?”
     “Sometimes that isn’t enough. Draco, I need to know, did you join the Death Eaters to protect your Mum?”
     “I would have come back with you,” he replied, ignoring my question completely.
     “Can I see? Please, I’m so worried for you,” I said and I laid my hands on his where I slowly began to roll up his sleeve. He stopped me with his hand and he raised my chin to face him, just like he’d done so many times before.
     “I love you,” he said and tears sprang from my eyes. He kissed me. It was a long, lingering kiss and I relished every second of it. His body relaxed after we kissed and the tenseness I felt only moments before was gone. I looked into his eyes and then I lit my wand again and began to roll his sleeve up. He allowed me. I tried to muffle my gasp when I saw the dark mark on his once pale and perfect arm. “It’s all different now,” he said and he cupped my face with his strong hands and kissed me on the forehead. “We could have stayed there and been happy. I’d have taken care of you and loved you.”
     “I know you would have Dragon, I know,” I said and the tears freefell down my cheeks. He hugged me tight against his chest. It was sad, as if he was saying goodbye to me. I didn’t want to leave him, so when class was over and students filled the halls, I didn’t move. I just stood there gripping onto him, afraid to let go. I loved him. I loved a Death Eater.
~~~~0~~~~
     “He’s up in the Room of Requirement,” Harry said as he sat hunched over his Marauder’s Map.
     “Harry we need to talk,” I said when I found him in the common room, obsessing over Malfoy again.
     “Yeah, I’ll be down to breakfast in a bit. Go on without me?”
     “No, Harry. You mean to follow Drac—Malfoy I know what you’re doing,” I said growing impatient.
     “He’s a Death Eater for sure and he’s up to something.”
     “Harry, I really need to talk to you, can we find somewhere private?”
     “Should I go fetch Dumbledore? He’s up to no good, I’m sure of it. Damn it, he just disappeared off the map,” Harry went on, ignoring me, still focused on Draco. “He has to be here somewhere. He can’t just bloody disappear.”
     “Hello Harry,Hermione,” Ginny said in a snide voice when she stumbled into the common room on her way to breakfast. “I’m going to ask Malfoy to the dance. Did you hear that Harry?” Ginny said, her eyes shooting daggers at both of us. “Yep asking him at breakfast. Good day,” she said and she turned and flipped her long, red hair at us on her way out the porthole.
     “Harry!How come you didn’t stop her?” I asked and Harry finally looked up from the map.
     “What am I supposed to do? You’re my girlfriend now, I can’t be responsible for Ginny,” he said casually.
     “But don’t you have feelings for her still?”
     “Well yeah, but she wasn’t acting very nice to us. I don’t mind her treating me like crap, but you? You didn’t do anything to her.”
     “Well, I think you should run after her and stop her before she makes a fool of herself.”
     “Why? She can ask whoever she wants to the dance, including a Death Eater if that’s what she wants to do.” Harry sounded a little upset, so it was clear that Ginny had managed to get under his skin, at least a little.
     “Harry, we’re great friends,” I said, preparing to just do it. Just break it off clean.
     “Of course we are, strawberry treacle.”
     “What? Why are you talking about desserts?”
     “Oh,” Harry laughed. “That was a pet name. Did you like it?”
     “Well, no. It sounded awkward.”
     “I’m still working on it. I’ll come up with a good one by lunch. I got to go Hermione, cya in class,” he said and he gave me a peck on the lips before he jumped up and took off out the porthole.
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     I died twice on the spot when I saw it. Ginny, and Draco walking down the corridor hand in hand. They had a group of Slytherins and Gryffindors around them too. It was like the new “in” crowd at Hogwarts as the whole school was talking about how Ginny and Draco were going together. Potter’s EX and the new Death Eater. Ugh!
     “Come on Hermione, screw her,” Harry said and he took me by the hand and dragged me down the corridor towards the Transfiguration classroom. I was livid at seeing my husband holding hands with my former friend. She had no idea who she was dealing with and Ginny was no match for Draco. He was more mature than her, a deeper thinker than her, and he was in love with me! I was so immersed in my sideways glances and keeping tabs on that couple that I failed to noticed that Harry was going in for a snog. Before I knew it Harry Potter’s tongue was down my throat, amidst the cat calls and hoots and hollers of the others who were in that same hall. I broke off his kiss and hugged him. I wanted to see what Draco’s reaction was. I was afraid that a full on wand fight might break out in the hall over this immature posturing from both Harry and Draco. I had to close my eyes when Ginny leaned up on her tiptoes to give Draco a kiss. He looked bored if I’m being honest and when Harry let go of me and wandered into class I waited in the hall for Ginny to leave. My face was flushed and I was burning with anger. I couldn’t bear to watch her throw herself at the blond. My blond!
     “Broom closet. Now,” Draco said when she went into class at long last.
     “Don’t order me about like that, I’m not—“
     “I said now, Granger. Move,” he ordered and for whatever reason, I did. He closed the door and then in a flash his hands were on me. “I don’t like him putting his lips on you,” he said and I felt one of his hands go up my shirt. I squealed when he pinched one of my nipples. Before I knew what I was doing my hands were unbuckling his belt.
     “You kissed Ginny Weasley! If you don’t want Harry kissing me then don’t kiss other girls.”
     “Break it off with him and tell him about me or divorce me and keep carrying on with that conceited twat. It’s your choice. Then and only then will I chuck the redhead,” he said and then his hands were raking up my thighs as he positioned me against the back of the closet.
     “You, you, damn you, oh Merlin,” I said when he lifted me around his waist and then buried his cock inside me. “Gods make love to me,” I cried out when he thrust so deep inside me.
     “You feel so tight, fuck I can’t stop wanting you,” he said in my ear before our wanting lips found one another. Our lovemaking was hot and needy and I worried that I’d never be able to get Malfoy out of my system. I was righting my clothes after our zesty session in the broom closet when I realized I lost my panties somewhere in the closet.
     “I took them and you’re not getting them back,” he said and he smirked at me. He said something else about how turned on he will be at lunch knowing that I’m sitting there next to Potter with fluids from him dripping down my leg. It was revoltingly dirty but that was Malfoy and I never minded his dirty talk in the bedroom. I did however mind Ginny’s lips on him. In the end I told him that I would tell Harry and he promised that when I did that, he would break it off with Ginny. I hate ultimatum’s.
     “I was famished by lunch time. Having sex with Draco in the broom closet was exactly what I needed to put the bounce back in my step, and the best part of it was that nobody saw us. Nobody was the wiser. I merely told Harry that I stopped off at the loo. I mean, it wasn’t as if I was really cheating on Harry since I was married to Malfoy. Right? Still, it had to stop. I had to tell Harry the truth.
     “Hermione, hey,” Harry waved to me from across the table. I looked at him. “I got one. I think you’ll like this one my sweet, strawberry tart. How’s that one, you like it?”
     “No, you idiot,” Ron piped in, still looking and sounding miserable.
     “It’s not for you to judge it’s for Hermione to judge,” Harry fired back. I put my head down and rolled my eyes. Boys.
     “No it’s not,” Ron said with a raised voice. “You don’t call a girl a tart, it’s like calling her a trollup or a prostitute you bloomin’ idiot,” Ron said and I nearly laughed because he was right.
     “Yeah, I’m with Ron,” Seamus piped into the conversation. “He did say strawberry though and there aren’t any strawberry trollups, so I think it was clear he was talking about a pastry.”
     “Pastries are fattening,” Ginny said as she sat peeling an orange. “Were you calling Hermione fat then, Harry?”
     “Right you, you just stay out of this. Go kiss on your Death Eater boyfriend why don’t you,” Harry said in accusatory tones to Ginny. “Nobody here cares what a Death Eater lover thinks.” That was crossing the lines and Ginny began to tear up.
     “Shut up Harry, that was mean,” I said in defense of Ginny.
     “Yeah, listen to Miss Perfect over there. She knows everything, remember. My boyfriend, the Death Eater, might have killed you Harry had it not been for Miss Bloody Perfect Strawberry Tart over there. The whole school knows that Draco Malfoy bested you in a duel! So there,” Ginny said and things were getting out of control in a hurry.
     “He did not beat me, not by a longshot,” Harry said.
     “Yes Harry, he did,” I said with the voice of a mouse. I really didn’t want to get involved, but Harry needed to be honest about his dueling skills. They were a little rusty and I was about to offer some advice, perhaps a little practice that is until he lashed out at me.
     “You’re lying. Why are you lying to everyone?” Harry challenged.
     “I’m not lying Harry. He hit you with Stupefy and took you out and then he was about to cast an Unforgiveable when I used Bombarda and blasted the train apart.”
     “That isn’t what bloody happened Hermione. That’s not at all how I remember it. No, we were following him to the back of the train and you went ahead of me, something about needing to be in the same train as Malfoy. I had no idea why you did that or said that. You said something about a tree. Yeah, that’s it! You said “We have to be on the same train, otherwise we won’t find the tree together,” Harry said and his penetrating gaze was deep. I gulped. I had no recollection of ever saying that at all, though I couldn’t tell you why it was that Harry was behind us, on a whole different train car. "He did hit me with Stupefy after that, but that's because I was covering 'Mione so she could get on the same train with him for whatever the hell the reason was for. He took a swipe at you too Hermione. I blocked it. He was sending curses flying everywhere, I will give him that. He did get a bit better at dueling."
     “You got a thing for Malfoy, Hermione?” Ron asked. I grew nervous at that. As if things couldn’t get any worse, Luna Lovegood strolled up to the table and interjected.
     “Hi Hermione, it’s so good to have you back. I wanted to say congratulations on your marriage. I see Draco is back too but you aren’t sitting together. I do hope everything is well,” Luna said and my mouth fell open when everyone at the table turned to look at me.
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