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Blaise knocked on Draco’s door. After no answer, he pushed inside, muttering the password, ‘Mudblood’. The room was empty, and the bed had not been slept in. Blaise walked back into the common room and saw Hermione Granger’s door ajar. Blaise rubbed his chin thoughtfully, with a slow smile. Draco had been fantasizing about that particular Gryffindor for years. Blaise slid through the door and stared down at the naked couple intertwined with each other.
Hermione looked fantastic without clothes, her skin was smooth and white, her curves were slightly rounder then were fashionable, but he preferred curves on his women. All the Slytherin girls were like sticks, compared to the Botticelli like goddess that had her thigh wrapped around Draco’s hip. Blaise quirked an eyebrow and lounged in a nearby chair, watching the couple sleep.
Eventually Draco opened his eyes and stared down at Hermione with a tender smile. He gently brushed back a loose curl that fell across her face. Last night had been incredibly stupid and dangerous; no wonder it had been so much fun.
“Are you going to quote poetry, because I suspect Mate that it might put me off my breakfast. I have a delicate disposition and need to be able to eat later,” Blaise suddenly spoke and Draco’s eyes widened and then narrowed hatefully across at the sleek, beautiful black boy across from him.
It was Blaise, his constant companion behind the scenes. A manipulative, clever Slytherin who had more good looks then was fair. He was excessively dangerous in general and Draco began to worry.
“You are about as delicate as a Hippograph, Blaise,” murmured Draco quietly, and he carefully pulled his arm out from under Hermione. “Besides, poetry is not nearly as much fun as fellatio. Now that your presence has effectively ruined that potential opportunity, I suppose I should get up.”
“Not so fast, Malfoy. This touching little scene is more then enough opportunity for some of us. Just remember, I do this for your own good,” purred Blaise. He stood up and walked over to Hermione, gently stroking her cheek.
“Draco!!!” exclaimed Blaise suddenly, and he stepped back from the bed, staring at them both in shock.
Draco looked confusedly at Blaise, and rubbed his head. Hermione gasped and shot up into a sitting position, pulling the covers up to her chin.
“Oh my God,” Hermione looked fearfully at Draco and then back at Blaise. Hermione was not sure who was working for Voldemort or not, but this was a bad thing. If he told someone, Draco would be punished.
“It’s not what you think…” Hermione trailed off, seeing the searing heat in Blaise’s eyes as he studied her with a leer.
“Oh yes, perhaps a naked game of cricket. Did he get all the balls inside? It is common enough mistake in Slytherin. How many people are allowed on your team, Hermione?” Blaise stroked a fingertip over her upper arm teasingly.
Draco scowled at Blaise, “Bugger off.”
“Not just yet, mate. I suspect foul play. I merely wish to ascertain whether Granger here is using you for sex, or if she is interested in more then that. Perhaps, she wants to know about our plans for Potter?” murmured Blaise silkily.
Hermione could feel Blaise’s hands on her and she shivered slightly. Something intrigued her about the dark boy who was currently attempting to not so subtly blackmail her.
“You are a fool; I wouldn’t have sex to get information! I am not a bloody Slytherin!” exclaimed Hermione, her courage bucking up, calling for her defend her relationship or lack of one with Draco.
A soft female gasp echoed behind Blaise. All three of them stared at the door, where Ginny was silhouetted by light from the common room.
Ginny stepped out behind Blaise, her green eyes shiny with pain and betrayal. Ginny stared across at Hermione naked, and then to Draco, who was shirtless, his arm glaringly obvious even under the dim light, the Dark Mark seemed to shine, blackly against his porcelain skin.
“Your not a Slytherin? Could have fooled me, Hermione!? You are having a love affair with a Deatheater. You are eating out of his hand while my brother and Harry suffer,” hissed Ginny with disgust. Ginny turned on her heel and fled the room.
Draco cursed, closing his eyes suddenly at the interference from the Weasel. This would be all over school by morning. Not that Snape would expel either of them. Voldemort did not care about keeping appearances; he just wanted his bait close by.
Hermione looked shell-shocked. Ginny’s words had brought all of her doubt and self-loathing to the surface, and she knew that the Gryffindor would ostracize her for this. They would never understand her sleeping with Draco.
Blaise chuckled inwardly at her expression of loss. Hermione was right where Voldemort wanted her. Friendless and dependant on Deatheaters. Blaise figured that he deserved a bloody Order of Voldemort or something. Draco was working wonders for the cause as well.
Blaise turned to Hermione who began to softly sob in her hands. Blaise shook his head in empathetic solemnest and crouched down across from her. He shot Draco a warning look, when Draco tensed slightly. Blaise took her hands in his own, and she reluctantly looked up at him. Her beautiful amber eyes were filled to the brim with tears.
“Don’t cry poppet. That girl does not care about your family suffering or that you really love Draco. Draco was there for you, wasn’t he? If you want Hermione, I could also be there for you. I have heard from Draco, how clever you are. Give us a chance love?” whispered Blaise, as his fingers soothed the inside of her wrist.
Hermione heart jumped as he pled for her friendship. Hermione stared at the beautiful, dark eyed boy and then to Draco, who stared hard back at her, his expression unreadable. Draco gently reached out and stroked her cheek, and he moved to sit behind her on the bed, wrapping his arms about her stomach. Hermione sighed softly and leaned back against his chest as she closed her eyes.
“Blaise can be a prick, but he is loyal. If everyone knows about us, then there is no point in us hiding anymore, Hermione. I want people to know you are mine, and if those wanking Gryffindor hurt you, we will protect you,” whispered Draco, his tone neutral, as though it was a struggle for him to say it.
Blaise met Draco’s eyes over Hermione’s shoulder and they both looked back at Hermione’s face. Hermione fell for it though, hook, line and sinker.
…
Snape crumpled the missive in his fist and threw it in the trash with such force that it bounced back. Draco Malfoy was a fool and he was going to get Harry Potter killed. Snape scowled as he thought back to the conversation earlier with Voldemort. All of Snape’s attempts to avoid provoking Potter were going to fail, given the recent turn of events.
“Severus, you disappoint me. Instead of covering up their affair, you should have flaunted it. What better lure is there, then that of betrayal and young love? Hermione should defect to our side; Malfoy has been instrumental in this. Keep me abreast of the situation as it develops,” Voldemort said as he dismissed him.
Snape had spies throughout the castle, and all of them said the same thing. Hermione was seen as a betrayer. Snape knew personally how that would fall out. Hermione would have no other friends except Draco, and she would become dependant upon him. Snape was in deep trouble; the only hope is that Harry wouldn’t hear of this defection wherever he was hiding.
…
Most of the morning classes had gone by without incident since Draco shared the class with her. Pretty much everyone ignored her, although they watched her, not a word was spoken to her. Hermione’s cheeks pretty much burned throughout most of the morning, when she thought of the rumors that were probably flying around.
Lunchtime came around and since she had skived off breakfast, she was starving. Hermione looked for a free seat but every time she walked up to one, she was told that it was taken. Hermione saw Ginny sitting with Neville and she headed for them, albeit reluctantly.
“Ginny, please can we talk?” pleaded Hermione quietly, her cheeks flushed. Neville avoided her glance and turned to stare glumly at his food. Ginny stared hard at her and then nodded shortly.
Hermione gratefully placed her food plate down and sat next to her. She could feel Draco and Blaise watching her from a distance. Their presence gave her courage slightly and she turned to face Ginny.
“I know you are upset with me. I did not mean to fall for Draco, it just happened. He was there for me…” Hermione got cut off.
“--- My brother was there for you. Always! I knew you were selfish, but I did not know you were stupid. You know that they need you and yet you are here shagging a Deatheater. That is incredibly stupid. HE works for You-know-who! What is wrong with you Hermione?” cried Ginny as she glared at her.
“I am not stupid, Draco has made mistakes, but he cares about me Ginny. He is not the boy he used to be,” replied Hermione, her eyes narrowing at the insults flying from Ginny’s mouth.
Hermione’s eyes flashed angrily and she felt something dark and vicious unfold in her at Ginny’s attacks on Draco.” I am trying my best to save everyone I can, even if sleeping with them is the way to do it. Besides, I learned that tactic from you. Are you mad because it actually works for me, instead of your sad attempts?”
Ginny gasped and struck Hermione in the face. Hermione blinked in shock, holding the side of her face. Involuntary tears came to her eyes, as she felt the pain and humiliation of the attack wash over her. Ginny truly looked as though she hated her.
The unfairness of the situation made her incredibly frustrated. Harry and Ron had been using her! She cared about them but they could not even be bothered to help her bury her parents. They never cared about her as a girl, only a brain. Only a source to be used.
Draco stared across at Ginny as she slapped Hermione. He jumped up from his table in outrage and Blaise flanked him. Draco and Blaise looked like they would hex her but the Carrows got there first. “Two hundred points from Gryffindor, and two months of detention, Ms. Weasley come with me,” hissed Alecto Carrow with delight.
Hermione got up and ran out of the hall, sobbing. Ginny looked pale with shock as she looked at Professor Carrow. Ginny numbly got up and followed her out of the Dining Hall.
Draco took off running after Hermione. Blaise turned to Pansy who was shrieking with laughter with Millicent Bullstrode over the whole thing. Blaise smirked, “I wouldn’t laugh too hard. I am willingly to bet that Granger will be resorted after this little affair.”…
Hermione began to run down the hallway, passing through surly ghosts and leering students. She ran to the prefect’s bathroom and collapsed inside next to the fountain. Hermione could still her cheek burning from when Ginny smacked it. She was like a sister to her, but now all she could feel was a hatred flooding through her. Ginny was selfish just like Ron and Harry. They just wanted her to fix everything. She wasn’t bloody Dumbledore!! Hermione closed her eyes and willed the tears to stop flowing but they did not listen.
“Hermione?” Draco’s voice echoed in the bathroom and Hermione looked up at him miserable. Draco felt his heart clench, seeing her tear-stained face, the hand print still marring her pretty complexion. He fell to his knees next to her, and kissed her mouth, soothingly, he stroked her wild hair. Draco pulled back and stared at her intently.
“I love you. Ignore her. She does not understand you. You are so precious to me, Hermione. I don’t know what I would do without you,” whispered Draco as he pressed his face into her neck, breathing hard.
Hermione ran her fingers through his hair, and pulled him close to feel his body heat. “I love you too, Draco,” Hermione said gently. Hermione gave a sudden laugh combined with a hiccup.
“You realize that is the first time we have ever said that, without being doped up on a potion?” Hermione snickered and Draco teasingly kissed her ear. “I could say it again, if you like.”
Hermione nodded her head shyly and Draco gently wiped away her tears. “I love you; I adore you, I would die without you, Hermione Granger,” his words were whispered reverently, and Hermione instinctually realized that this was all the things he said last night, while silenced. Hermione felt a surge of love for him suddenly.
“Draco, take me back to the room. I want to make love to you,” Hermione whispered into his soft hair, her breath tickling out against his skin. Draco shivered as his cock instantly grew hard, and pulled her closer to him.
Draco could not speak, he felt so stunned by her words. He gave her a fierce, lust-filled look, hauled her to her feet, and pushed her out of the bathroom towards their room.
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