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Reborn	By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8630 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Harry and Ron are going to kill me." Hermione said calmly, her voice muffled slightly by the way her face was nuzzled into the crook of Draco's neck and shoulder.

"It is a good thing you are already dead then, isn't it?" Draco chuckled, pressing a solid kiss to the top of her head as he hugged her body closer to his. He was sated and satisfied but there was a chance that he might find some well buried burst energy. If that happened he would prefer that she be near…so he could thoroughly expend it.

Hermione nudged him playfully, "I am serious! What will they think or say? The last time they saw me I was spitting daggers at you." She pushed herself up and onto her elbows so that she could look him in the eye. "They will accuse you of bewitching me!"

Draco could not help the laugh that slipped passed. "Then we will set them straight." He leaned forward to capture her lips, kissing her until she lowered her naked form back down to his. She broke away to catch her breath, resting her chin on his chest. "Besides, if anyone was spelled here, it was most defiantly me."

She did not lift her head but he knew that a smile tugged on her lips as she responded, "Is that so?"

He nodded once, his fingers wandering over her soft skin. "It is so. You started it."

"You touched me first!"

Draco smirked as her breath caught in her throat and cut her answer short. Apparently, the lazy circles he was drawing on her inner hip was distracting. Oops. "I beg to differ. You touched me first, teasing, tortuous touches." He emphasized his words by allowing his hand to dip lower, brushing over the slit at the conjunction of her thighs.

Hermione squirmed slightly, unsure if she wanted him to stop or needed him to continue. Could she honestly take another round? Probably not without losing consciousness at the end…it might just be worth it. "I was being kind. That was not teasing."

"Like hell it wasn't. You rubbed me down."

She giggled, both relieved and disappointed when his hand slowly crept back up her body. "I was being nice. You were dirty." She tilted her head and let her tongue dart out to taste the salt on the skin of his throat before she suckled gently, enjoying the way he tensed in response. Two could play at his game, though it would seem that neither one could actually win…

"Not as dirty as you." He whispered, the tone of his voice dropping as his arousal grew.

She nipped at his jaw line. "You are such a git."

He groaned in frustration as his cock twitched back to life. "And you apparently like it…a lot."

She smiled, pulling herself up again and kissing him lightly. "At least you admit it."

Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. "We should rest. I have an early start tomorrow." He watched her expression change, darkening and shifting.

"Are you sure about this? What if she knows?"

He brushed a tendril of her hair off of her cheek, "She does not know and we have come too far to stop now."

Hermione sat up, slightly more aware of her nakedness as she did but surprisingly comfortable still, even as his eyes traveled over her hungrily. "How long?"

"Two days."

She nodded as she thought. If Draco succeeded in gaining the information they needed, the location of the Death Eaters headquarters then the Order could wipe them out in one swift move. No more Bellatrix to hound their steps, no more Death Eaters to shadow their thoughts. They would be free, finally, truly free from the terror that gripped them and encased them since Voldemort had returned all those years ago.

Just one more fight.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, acutely aware of the silver set of eyes that held her. "Do you really think she will tell you?"

"She has said as much. She is just playing a game, forcing me to tag along and run her errands until she deems that the time is right."

"But the attack that they plan…if she does not tell you within two days time then what?"

"She will tell me."

"But what if she doesn't Draco?" She opened her eyes to watch him.

"She will and if she doesn't then it was worth all the months I spent with her to see her face when she realizes the truth. The Order knows of her plans, Hermione. No one will get hurt."

Hermione nodded reluctantly. She could not help but worry. Worry for Harry and Lupid…worry for Draco himself. She glanced down, drinking in the sight of his well built form. Broad shoulders and chiseled torso. Her cheeks still blushed when she moved lower, he was hard again and though the idea was tempting. The ache between her legs kept her from acting on the desire that pooled in her belly. She was going to walk bow legged as it was…

A slow smile curled Draco's lips as he watched her inspect him, a longing sparking in the depths of her gaze to match his own. His smile widened with amusement when she tightened her thighs. "You might be right."

Hermione frowned, her eyes snapping back to his. "What?"

"Harry and Ron will most definitely kill you. Especially if they catch you looking at me like that."

Her head fell back as she laughed in response and he had to resist the urge to rise and trail wet kisses down the skin she revealed to him. "Can you imagine what they would say, if they saw us like this?"

"I am pretty sure that the Weasel would be unable to create any form of coherent speech at the sight of your very naked, very sexy body. I am almost equally sure that Potter would either turn heel and run in the opposite direction or he would grab his wand and start throwing curses." He did sit up then, closing the short distance between them so that he could dig his fingers into her hips and pull her to him.

"At me? Or at you?" She whispered.

"At me first, I am sure of it."

"Well we cannot have that. I need you intact."

"Intact?"

She licked her lips before she responded, "It really would be a tragedy if he hit anything important."

"Important?" He teased, loving the way she still blushed for him.

"Mm, very important."

"I am glad you feel so strongly about my anatomy. I assure you, I feel the same."

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, "Just remember that in 2 days when you are fighting Bellatrix and her dimwitted lackeys, ok? You have to come back in one piece so that we can find out what would happen if Harry and Ron caught us together." She pressed a kiss to his lips, "The results would be inaccurate if you came back less than whole." She trailed her fingers down his stomach and brush over the tip of his extra sensitive member.

He jumped slightly at her touch and laughed, "Got it."

"You better."

"Is that concern I hear?"

"Perhaps it is"

He smirked, "We should get some rest."

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Draco held his head high as he strode into her office, his back rigidly straight and his eyes swimming with familiar malice. This was it. If she did not tell him now then it had all been for nothing. "You asked to see me?" The words were cold on his lips.

Bellatrix grinned at him, her eyes alight with the insanity that held her prisoner. "We are taking a trip together."

Fear mixed with relief swelled in him but he clamped it down. "Where?"

"You'll see…"

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"Impossible!"

Draco slammed his fists down on the table to regain the attention of those he lost, "It is NOT impossible. What is the problem here? You all knew what we were doing, you knew what this was going to entail."

"The security you describe, how are we supposed to get passed that?"

Draco glared heatedly at the youngest male member of the Weasley family and found himself wondering what a certain witch had ever seen in him. "Just like we planned, damn it! Grow a spine Weasley!"

Ron's face blotted red, his fists clenched at his sides, "Watch it ferret."

Lupin held his hands up as he stepped forward, "Alright, alright. Settle down." He faced Draco. "You really think we can pull this off. They are well protected, underground and guarded with every spell we could and could not think of."

"We can think of them. Voldemort is dead, he was the master mind and without him they are nothing."

"Yet they continue to plague us."

"Only because they hide behind the plans he left behind. Bellatrix is running out of ideas, losing steam. Now is the time to strike. I say we stick to the plan."

Kingsley's voice floated to them from his position in the back of the room, "I agree. The time to strike is now."

Harry nodded, "All we have to do is get in without being seen. If we can do that, surprise is on our side."

Ron scowled at them all but eventually he nodded as well, casting his silent vote.

Molly and Arthur Weasley glanced at one another before agreeing, followed by Tonks, Percy, George and all the rest. It was unanimous. Draco felt the corner of his mouth curl. Tonight then. Tonight he would be free.

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Hermione paced her room, her anxiety threatening to overwhelm her any moment. What was happening? Was it over? Had it even begun? She wanted to be there so badly, every part of her being itching for her wand. She wanted to fight beside her friends, to do her part to keep them safe. She couldn't though. She had to remain here, helpless and alone. Waiting. Was there anything worse than waiting? If there was, she could not think of it.

It had been only hours ago that Draco had apparated back to you to tell her his news. Bellatrix had taken him to the lair. He knew where they were, he knew how many they were and it was terrifying. The Death Eaters were stronger than they had imagined. Well protected and in greater numbers than anticipated.

"We will still win this. I promise."

His voice echoed through her racing mind, over and over again. She pressed her fingers to her mouth, trying to remember the way they felt when he kissed her. A Malfoy always kept his promises…

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"Traitor!" Bellatrix shrieked angrily, though the sound was mostly lost amidst the chaos that surrounded her. The Death Eaters were beaten.

"Perhaps but at least I am standing here while you are kneeling there. It is as it should be." Draco snarled, the tip of his wand trained on her heart. He had only to say the words.

"Coward!" She hissed, her eyes wild as she searched for an escape. She would find none.

Draco smirked his familiar smirk, all the rage and hate he felt welling painfully inside him. "Goodbye Bellatrix." His grip on his weapon tightened and his lips parted. "Avada Kedavra."

She hit the ground with a sickening thud. Dead.

Draco closed his eyes and lowered his hand back to his side. It was over.

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Hermione was on her feet the instant she heard the tell tale popping sound of an apparation. "Draco!" She cried, all but oblivious to the fact the there were others aparating in just behind him. She didn't care, throwing herself bodily into his arms. Relief washed over her when he returned the pressure, embracing her and holding her tightly as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "Are you alright?" She asked, unwilling as of yet to release him.

Draco chuckled, his warm breath tickling her ear and sending welcome shivers down her spine. "Yes. Don't look now but I think we have an audience."

Hermione pulled away just far enough to peer sheepishly over his shoulder. Harry, Ron and Lupin stood behind them, sharing a common expression of shock and horror. She giggled at the sight, pecked Draco on the cheek and stepped around him, holding her arms out to Harry. "I am so glad to see you."

Harry stepped forward woodenly, as though he could not quite figure out how to make all his limbs work in conjunction. When he finally reached her, he hugged her tightly and whispered, "What the hell?" In her ear.

Hermione smiled broadly at him as she released him. "What?" She batted her eyelashes innocently.

Ron appeared in front of her then and crushed her to him, "What do you mean what? You know exactly what." He let her go and Hermione shook her head.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." She gave Lupin a quick hug as well before retreating back to Draco's side. Her hand slipped inside of his and he squeezed it.

All eyes were glued to the sight, wide and confused. Harry spoke louder this time. "What the hell, Mione?"

Draco cast him a practiced sneer, "It seems that she has forgiven me."

Ron glared at him but spoke to Hermione. "What is going on here? Did he cast a spell on you or something? Love potion?"

The pair laughed together, sharing a look of 'I told you so!' before grudgingly returning their attention to the clearly irate Weasley before them. "No Ron, he did not…at least not that I know of." She frowned and tilted her head to the side, "Did you?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Not likely. Remember our conversation the other night? Must I involve them?"

She shook her head quickly, her cheeks blooming a comely color of pink. "Um, no."

Lupin stepped forward, grinning from ear to ear. "Alright, change of subject. We killed you and hid you away but now that the coast is clear…how are we going to bring you back to life?"

Ron glanced from Draco back to Hermione, then to Lupin. "No change of subject. I want to know what this is!" He growled.

Draco's eyes narrowed on him, annoyance oozing from his pores. He was not sure he would ever get used to Ronald Weasley. "I am shagging your best friend, that's what it is."

Hermione punched him in the arm, "Nice. Thank you for that." She sighed heavily, fully prepared for their response.

"Excuse me?" Harry bellowed and Hermione managed not to flinch.

She tugged her hand back from Draco and moved towards them, "Calm down, both of you."

Ron gave her an incredulous glare, "Calm down? What happened to 'He is Draco bloody Malfoy, not to be trusted?"

"I changed my mind!" She shouted back.

"Well that is obvious. You slept with him?" He spat.

"None of your business! Stop yelling at me!" She demanded, her chest heaving as her anger grew.

Ron threw his hands in the air, "You've gone mental!"

"Have not and I said stop yelling at me!"

Ron snapped his mouth shut and glanced at Harry. Harry shrugged his shoulders, much more collected than his friend. Ron rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in response and Lupin shook his head.

Harry pinned her beneath his gaze. "If he hurts you, we will kill him."

Hermione smiled at him, her anger disappearing as quickly as it had come. "Tell him that." She gestured toward Draco.

Harry faced the steely eyed blonde, "If you hurt her, we will kill you."

Draco nodded curtly, "Fine."

Hermione smiled at her friends, "Alright Remus. Change of subject. How are you going to bring me back to life?"

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"Miraculous." Draco said dryly, reading the copy of the Daily Prophet Hermione had handed him.

Hermione smiled, "Prisoner of war."

"Tragic really, however did you survive?"

"It was horrible."

"Torture?"

She nodded slowly, "Pure."

Draco grinned and pulled her into his lap, cradling her against his chest. "I am glad I killed you."

Hermione snorted, "Me too. "

"So, now that you are reborn, as it were, what do you plan to do with this new life?"

"Hmm. I think I will seduce you, Malfoy." She caught his heated gaze and licked her lips.

Draco felt his mouth twist in amusement, "Malfoy is it?"

She nodded, her fingers beginning to create a trail down his torso.

"What do I have to do to get you to say my name?"

She grinned wickedly as she moved to straddle his hips, grinding down on him. "You don't remember?"

Draco slid both hands over her hips then up to cup her breasts, "Ah yes. Touch you inappropriately?" He let his fingers search lower, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt.

"Draco-" She gasped.

Draco smirked and delved deeper, determined to have her crying out his name several more times this evening, he caught her lips in a heated kiss. Maybe several times a day…forever.
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