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Blood on the Ground	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15292 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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She opened her eyes to a small nip on her inner thigh. She was immediately terrified. Looking down her body in the gloom, she could see Draco Malfoy was kneeling between her open thighs and eyeing her hungrily. She tried to talk- ask him what was going on, but she found herself surprised that there was a gag in her mouth. She became aware that her arms were tied above her.

“Don’t be afraid, Hermione,” he murmured against her soft thigh, his short beard tickling her. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’ve wanted this…” he kissed her thigh, “for so long.”

Wanted WHAT??? Her mind screamed at him, but her answer came as he began nipping and kissing his way towards her center. She wanted to back away, get away, not let him touch her. She was immobile, she noticed. Lying on silk sheets, tied to the bedpost, bound, and gagged. How she wanted to cry. Her body however wanted him to continue and go so much further. This is soooo not proper. She thought to herself. The feeling of his unshaven jaw rasping against her smooth thighs was heavenly. He leisurely moved upwards, his movements smooth and confident.

He flicked her nightdress above her panty line. She whimpered in anticipation. The hand which had moved the dress smoothing over her hip caressing her as it moved toward her center. He touched her mound with the leading edge and she bucked to his hand. She heard him chuckle above her. “I see it’s not just me who has wanted this.” He snapped his fingers and the panties were gone. The cool air met her heated skin and she but at the gag in her mouth.

He teased the outer lips of her vagina and began speaking to her softly as he watched his fingers stroking her from between her thighs, “Mm, how shall I continue, Miss Granger, hmm? Shall I tease an orgasm from you? Perhaps I should take you hard and fast, and enjoy the muffled screaming as you lose your mind? Should I fuck this sweet little pussy with my tongue? Taste the orgasm?” He began to rub her wetness, circling her hole and then teasing around her clit. “I could always flip you and take my pleasure from this pert little bum of yours. That seems to be a good idea, make the proper little Miss Granger into my personal bugger-lover? Would you like that?” She bucked again as he brushed her clit. “Ah, ass play? Is this what you want?” He asked as he began stroking lower. His middle finger stroked over her wetness and spread it to her asshole. He circled it slowly and she moaned at the new sensations he was creating. He leaned forward and tongued her clit with precise strokes. Her mind seemed to fizzle, so many sensations…

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

She woke to find the sheets crushed between her thighs, her heart racing, and a desperate need to release the ache built up from the steamy dream. She sat up, rubbing her forehead.

Through the curtains, she could see the grey light of dawn. Might as well get up, she thought, Too much to do to take care of that…. Crookshanks was not happy about her moving him to get out of the covers. She went down to the kitchen to start on her morning coffee.

Tomorrow, I will have to get used to making coffee for two, she thought lazily as she sipped on the delicious brew. The day went by slowly for Hermione. She finished the charms in the protected rooms for the centaurs and hippogriffs. For the hippogriffs it was a temporary stop on their way to Romania, for the centaurs, a pit stop before they were returned to their herd. The herd had been found quickly, they still lived in the forbidden forest on the grounds of Hogwarts. The Muggles were the difficulty.

In the kitchen, as she prepared tea for herself, she lapsed into thinking about the afternoon to come. Malfoy and his elves would show up around 4, an hour from now, drop off all the former captives and if there were no complications, the children would be asleep until the following morning.

The meeting after the arrangement was settled on, it was discovered that it wouldn’t be as much trouble as originally thought. They had agreed to give the children very specific amounts of sleeping draughts to bring them to Grimmauld Place and once they were here, they would be presented with a hospital illusion in the other room. They would be told that they had been found, and no one knew what happened to them. Then Hermione would begin assessing their health, those which were in a condition to leave would be taken back to their parents' neighborhoods by Harry and Arthur Weasley. Their memories would be very carefully modified by Moody, so that they would think they had been stricken with amnesia. They would forget the entire time they had been in the dungeons.

They expected the children were in a mostly normal condition after being taken care of by the three elves, just in need of memory charms. How they would be returned to their parents was left to Molly. It seemed the whole thing would probably take no longer than a day. The children would be found wandering in their neighborhood once they woke up.

And then it will just be me and Draco here…she thought. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She was excited, nervous, and terrified in equal measure. No, don’t think about it….Malfoy is not what you need to be thinking about.

She looked around the kitchen and thought about her ‘home’. She had been living there alone since the end of term two months prior. Her parents’ memories were wiped and she had sent them off to Australia. The house where she had grown up seemed like a skeleton without the dentists who should be there, Hermione could feel tears welling in her eyes as she thought about it. Think about something else! Harry! Think about Harry! Harry is safe thought territory…

Harry’s Aunt and Uncle had made a fuss about having him in the house for the summer, but in the end, he’d decided it safer to be alone this break. He’d converted some of his parent’s money into Muggle money and made an arrangement with his uncle concerning paying rent to live there for the three months until his 18^th birthday.

Hermione was still confused why he wouldn’t move into the home Sirius had left him, but she assumed he had his reasons. Probably he wants to mourn Dumbledore in peace… And Sirius… That thought caused her own grief to take over and she cried over the sink.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Snape and Malfoy were standing in the foyer of Malfoy Manor, watching the last of the Muggles in chains leaving. Draco was wondering if anything could be done to not let these- at least- die without cause. He heard his Aunt’s high-pitched laugh coming down the stairs and put up his mental defenses. Behind the walls in his mind he began thinking about how much he would like to live with his godfather.

The wild-haired woman came skipping down the hall with her wand held between her first and middle fingers. Her skirts were billowing behind her, her unwashed hair flopping across her back. Behind her trailed two other wizards wearing their Death Eater masks and Voldemort strolled between them. Voldemort strolled as a snake with two legs would- if it could- wander through a park.

Bellatrix stopped in front of Snape, and wrapped an arm companionably around his shoulders. “Sevvy,” She crooned, “How will I be able to see you when you take over Hoggywarts?” She made an ugly pout, resting her pointed chin on her wand.

Snape looked morosely at the approaching figures, “You shall have to inquire to our Lord how that may be possible,” He drawled.

She snapped backwards and stood straight, her face sobering. “You won’t open the Floo to us?”

“You know when that will happen, girl, and I won’t be in office until after that insufferable woman is moved. You know how this is all going to go, and some people in this room need not share in our knowledge.” He spoke quietly.

Voldemort approached. “S-Severus,” He began, “You will take good care of Draco in his parents absence won’t you?”

“Yes, My Lord,” Snape answered, his head bowed.

Bellatrix tittered, she began walking over to Draco and caressing his shoulders with her wand as she spoke, “You wouldn’t want to join them would you Drakie? No prison for my pretty little nephew, and no-”

“Come along Bella,” Voldemort interrupted.

She skipped around Draco and out the front door, as Voldemort hissed at him, “Your Occlumency is getting much better now that you’ve spent more time with your godfather, Draco.”

“Thank you, My Lord,” Draco said softly.

“It is a good thing he offered to take you as his ward, in his place I would have crushed your throat under my heel.” He suddenly grabbed Draco by the throat, pinching his air supply. “It would have gotten your parents off my naughty list. I would have made them watch the light going out of your eyes.” The pressure on his throat eased, and he could breathe slowly. He kept his eyes closed. The wall in his mind was more important than breathing. Suddenly, Voldemort pushed him roughly back and downward. When Draco was bent in half as in a bow, the neck was released.

“Be sure to show him his place, Severus, more than once a day. His face is too arrogant for where he belongs in my ranks.”

“Yes, My Lord,” Snape drawled.

Voldemort turned and began to walk outside.

Draco stayed where he was, bowed in half until Snape touched his shoulder. “They’re gone.”

Snape turned towards the house and ran a quick exposure spell, it showed no one else in the house except those in the dungeons. He ran another one, looking for spells which shouldn’t be there. There was one which was centered in the dining hall. Snape looked at Draco and shook his head. He mouthed Dining Hall and Draco walked calmly towards it. Snape followed at a distance. His wand loosely held in his hand.

They opened the door to the Dining Hall and Draco raised one hand, he said into the room, “As the heir of Malfoy, I request this room reset its wards.”

There was a woosh of air and Snape raised his wand again. He nodded his satisfaction. Draco snapped his fingers and called for the elves. They were apparated into the dungeons and Snape waved his wand in an intricate pattern, his want tip turned blue. He waved it again, it turned yellow. Once more and it flashed purple.

“It seems you’ll have to order the elves to do it, wait and then we will be able to invoke the contract.” Snape told Draco, as the elves looked on anxiously.

“Abeille, I order you to take the Hippogriffs to the holding cell we have previously discussed.” The floor creaked above them.

“Not specific enough it would seem,” Snape said with a worried glance above him.

Malfoy thought quickly, seizing on the idea that if he said the address, the wards might keep record of them… if he said something else, though, “Abeille, I order you to take the Hippogriffs to Hermione Granger.” The elf looked around worriedly. The house made no noise, Snape waved his wand again and the tip glowed green. He nodded to the elf. “Pivoine, I order you to take the Centaurs to Hermione Granger, and Triste, I order you to take the Muggles to Hermione Granger.” Snape’s wand tip seemed more yellow, but was still green.

They heard the popping around them as the dungeon was emptied. The tip went back to true green. “As the only Malfoy heir, and with my life in danger I wish to move into the care of my godfather.” He was very worried the wards of the house might get angry, they were close to sentience, after all.

“As the only Malfoy heir’s godfather, I accept.” The house seemed to sigh above them. Snape waved his wand and it did not glow. “Let’s go, godson,” he said with a smile.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

The creatures had been moved out, Hermione and Draco had been working for 20 hours since he had returned from his family’s Manor. Neither were wearing their robes nor- in the case of Draco his suit’s jacket. Hermione was fighting distraction as she could see his black silk dress shirt clinging to his arms as he held the boy still. He had his vest on, tailored to accentuate his narrow frame, even with his tie tucked underneath it. The tie, vest, and his pants were dark grey, contrasting his naturally light coloring.

Hermione was seriously underdressed next to him. She was wearing an old pair of jeans with stylish tears along her knees and a coral colored cami. She had thrown her hair in a bun after she’d cried over the death of her Headmaster, the loss of her parents, her own uselessness in the efforts they were taking against the Dark Lord… Stop thinking about it, she mentally growled at herself.

The children were mostly taken care of, and they were caring for the last- a three year old who had a broken arm they were in the process of healing- when Lupin showed up.

“Nearly done?” Draco was in the process of asking Hermione when the door behind them opened to reveal Lupin’s haggard appearance.

“Done,” She responded and turned to see who had entered. “Professor!” She gasped, running to help him onto one of the many hospital beds they had transfigured for the children.

She helped him to sit as he let out a weary sigh. “Malfoy, you go take that child to Molly, and come back when you’re through.” He said hollowly.

Draco took the unconscious boy’s hand and apparated away.

“We only have a moment, I think Lucius may have escaped. Do I tell him?” Lupin asked quickly.

“Yes. His father may have access to this house and he needs to be prepared,” she answered.

Draco popped back in the room with a biscuit in his hand which he was happily munching. “That’s the last of them, Professor. What’s happened?” He asked after swallowing.

Lupin looked at him with dread on his face. “There was an escape attempt at Azkaban, your father maybe loose.”

Draco’s face fell. He turned even more pale than he normally was. “He’s loose?”

“He MAY be loose. There will be more information later today. Hermione tells me you can control the wards here?”

“Wait. I need an Unbreakable Vow. Yes, I can control the wards. Regardless, I need to have an escape if it comes to my father, I can’t have even the option to tell him about the Order.”

“We don’t even know that he is loose,” Hermione said at the same time as Lupin said, “Good idea.”

Lupin looked at Hermione with his eyebrows raised in surprise. He elected to continue, “What would be the terms?”

“Well, I need to ensure I cannot divulge information about the Order to any of the Death Eaters, even if they will kill me not to do so.”

“Do you really think it would come to that?” Hermione asked.

Draco looked at her and simply said, “Yes.” He looked back to Remus.

“But there needs to be three promises for it to be Unbreakable, Draco.” Lupin commented.

“I know, I know,” Draco said, beginning to pace in his agitation. “Why not just use two of the obvious things I’m already doing, for instance giving you lot the information about the Death Eaters and… something else.” He finished lamely.

Lupin looked at Draco, and then pointedly at Hermione. Hermione looked confused and suggested, “Protecting Members without jeopardizing his other vows?”

Lupin remained seated and he directed his former students to kneel at his feet. Their hands touched, Hermione could feel herself blushing as she suddenly remembered her dream. Draco was mentally willing his palm not to sweat in his nervousness. “No, no, the forearm, grasp each other’s forearms,” Lupin chided, watching the pair.

Hermione was distracted for a moment at the feeling of Malfoy’s callused fingers softly sliding up the inside of her wrist. She felt her heart begin to race, and tried to focus on the soft material under her own fingers instead.

Lupin’s wand touched their hands and a light wrapped around the wrist the hand was grasping. He began to speak:

“Will you, Draco Malfoy, do all that you can to give secrets to the Order of the Phoenix about the movements and plans of the Death Eaters?

“I will.” A second light began wrapping around their arms.

“Will you, Draco, not divulge information about the Order of the Phoenix to any Death Eater- in any situation- even one in which your life may be at stake?”

“I will.” A third joined the swirling lights around and the light began to move up their arms.

“Will you, Draco, protect from harm any Members of the Order as it is within your powers to protect without jeopardizing either of the vows you have just made?”

“I will.” The lights pulsed and sank into their skin.

Hermione sighed and let go of Draco’s wrist. “Is there anything else of import? I really need to sleep.”

Lupin shook his head. “I’ll work with Malfoy to change the wards so hopefully his father cannot enter here.”

“We found the marriage contract for my parents the other day,” Malfoy told him.

Hermione snorted, “We, Malfoy?”

He smirked, “Granger got bored and started reading contracts and came across it, anyway.”

“Good, then let’s go have a look, Malfoy,” Lupin suggested.

Hermione stood gracefully, “Good day then, gentlemen,” she looked at Malfoy as she stressed the sarcasm in the last word.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“So, we need Potter then.” Malfoy said with frustration.

“It seems we do.” Lupin answered. They had been in the library for the greater part of the afternoon. “He should be here for the meeting tonight. We will discuss it with him then.”

Malfoy collapsed into the leather armchair he’d called into the room when he and Granger had discussed his tracking problems. He covered his eyes with his hand, rubbing them tiredly.

“You’ve got feelings for her, don’t you?” Lupin asked from the aisle he was perusing close by. He didn’t need to raise his voice above a low tone, even though his back was turned to his former student.

Malfoy jumped slightly. “What are you on about?”

“No need to be neither angry nor defensive. It’s quite obvious.”

Malfoy forced his posture to reflect a relaxed state of mind, rather than his interior panic. “Why would I have feelings for her? That’s not the kind of man I am,” Malfoy said in a bored tone.

Lupin sat in the chair Hermione favored. “Man? No, you’re but a boy.”

Malfoy looked at him with rage in his face. “Tread carefully, werewolf,” he threatened, his voice dangerous.

“Name calling? The actions of a boy. Simply proving my point.”

“And what would you call a man? Someone like my father? Someone like you, who loves my cousin but won’t let her close to him? You speak as though you could possibly understand my position.”

“Ah, your position, right. I’d forgotten. You’re a Death Eater, she’s an Order member. No way could that work.”

“What of your position? A werewolf in love with a pureblooded witch who has been disowned by her family? And you choose to give me advice? What sort of man would do that?”

“The sort who has been through more heartache over that pureblooded witch than words can convey.” He leaned closer to Malfoy, “But I can admit it.”

Malfoy was stunned for a moment, the open admission not being what he expected from his former teacher.

“A man can think of the world without his presence in it. If I were dead already, your cousin would not lose anything, and if I died tomorrow, she would be able to go on with her life without as much grief. She could and will live without my burdens.”

“The same could be said of Granger.” Malfoy whispered with his head lowered.

“Indeed. So I suppose she should just be with Ronald, then?” Lupin chuckled at Malfoy’s dark look. “I see that it’s not acceptable to you. Care to share why not?”

Malfoy thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of telling the werewolf the total truth. “Weasel isn’t good enough for her. He’s a bloody idiot.”

“What kind of man do you think she needs? And don’t be evasive for now, just answer.”

“One who is confident, intelligent,” he was counting these traits off on his fingers, “Not afraid to argue with her, passionate, and observant enough to pick up on her moods.”

“And why the last, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“She won’t tell anyone what’s wrong with her from what I’ve seen. She’s always there for everyone else, but never tells anyone when something is on her mind. Like today, she’d been crying before I got here, but when I asked if she was alright, she went into business-mode. ‘I’m perfectly fine, Malfoy’,” he mimicked her tone.

Lupin sat across from Malfoy, simply looking at him with an eyebrow raised. A minute passed and Lupin said, “Do you not see the parallels between the two of you?”

“I’m not the idiot here. That title belongs to the Weasel.”

“I would not go that far. You speak as though you know her much better than your relationship suggests. I’ve always wondered how much of your attitude was for show. Was it really all of it?”

Malfoy looked toward the window, “When it comes to her, yes.”

“Have you ever talked to anyone about it?”

Malfoy looked at him sharply, “Never. It would put both of us at risk.”

The door behind them opened and the object of their conversation stood there wearing pajamas and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Did you guys find what you needed?” She asked with a yawn.

“We did. Potter will have to help, it can wait until the meeting, I suppose.”

“Gonna make coffee, anyone need anything?” she asked.

“No need, Granger. Abeille,” he snapped his fingers and the elf appeared. “Bring Miss Granger some coffee and a breakfast tray-”

“I can do it myself,” she interrupted.

“Just let Abeille take care of it. We need to tell you about this ward thing.”

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes.

“And a coffee for me. Lupin, want anything?”

“Some tea, Abeille, please.” Lupin said to the elf. She nodded and popped away.

“Triclinium,” Malfoy said with a wave of his hand, a Chaise appeared. “Take a seat, Granger.”

She smiled painfully at the memory of that type of couch being her mother’s favorite. As she sat, a table popped up with a decorative silver tray containing scones, muffins and some fruits. Another popped up next to Malfoy with a matching silver coffee server, cups and spoons, there was creamer and sugar in a matching crystal set. A teapot was on the table also.

Malfoy poured hers first, added creamer and a bit of sugar and handed it to her surprised hand. He asked Lupin how he liked his tea, and made it as directed. He made his own coffee and then looked to Hermione. He gave her a wink as he settled. Lupin, feigning not having seen the wink, began telling Hermione about what they had found. Lucius couldn’t enter easily, but he could still enter. He could still use the reason of his searching for his son for three more days.

“Why three days?” Hermione asked, confused.

“My 18^th birthday is in three days, Granger. After that I’m able to be freed from some of the constraints of being his son.”

“I’m nearly a year older than you?” She asked surprised. “No, never mind, I knew that. Sorry. Do the rules change after you become an adult?”

Lupin hid a smile with his cup, he was trying not to laugh at the phrasing she had used.

“Only that he can no longer actively search for me, nor can my mother, on that note.”

Hermione looked at the clock in the corner, “The rest of the Order should be here in about an hour.” She rubbed her face. “You said you needed Harry, why? Because he’s the owner of the house?”

“Yes.” Lupin answered.

“Well, then I suppose we should wait until after the meeting.” She drank her coffee while thinking. “But I wonder if that’s what’s meant by the phrasing of the contract… I’ll look again later.” She took a scone from the tray and bit into it, her moan of delight came around the pastry, and then she said, “This breakfast is amazing…”

A/N: Sorry for the long time between updates..... work has been horrible. Anyway, that was fun. Back to Draco’s POV for an uninvited guest from his…. Past. Am I being evil with that? Probably. Whatever, I feel evil today. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Not entirely happy with how the Lupin/Draco conversation went, but after staring at it for forever, I’m sick of trying to fix it. Don’t worry, the meeting mentioned at the end isn’t relevant to the story, and the action of the story isn’t impeded by me skipping over it. So we’ll be back in the library for the next chapter.

I sure would like to know how people like this story. It's taking on a life of its own in my head, not really going the way I'd originally planned. Reviews? Ratings? Something??
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