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Black Widow	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 35493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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“Did you know?” Draco asked.
He’d waited until Hermione had gotten home and he and Harry were safely ensconced in the wards of the Knight’s headquarters. He didn’t want to risk being overheard by anyone, even Hermione. And if she could feel Harry, then chances were she could crack the charms of the robes by sheer familiarity. After all, that’s how they recognized each other.
Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t. I’m not sure now how I could have been so stupid. I mean, she always knew when we were near, even when we were polyjuiced as other people. When we were on the run, she sensed the snatchers. She could even find a magical place when she was closing her eyes.”
Draco hummed. “Yes, closing the eyes helps hone the sense.”
“I know. I’ve seen you do it enough by now. What are we going to do?”
“Break the curse,” Draco growled. “What else do you want to do?”
Harry frowned and stroked his chin for a while. “She’d be dead useful.”
“Potter… she’s tainted. We can’t trust her… no matter how much we want to.”
Harry shook his head. “She can be rehabilitated.”
“Well… yeah, but-“
“You can help her defeat the darkness-“
“Of course, but-“
“And she’s smart-“
“Obviousl-“
“And she can help us track down some of the harder ones.”
“But she-“
“And she knows all of us already.”
“ENOUGH!” Draco barked. “We’ll have to put it to vote. But for now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. She’s still in too deep. And we can’t start again until Monday.”
“Why not,” Harry growled.
Draco snorted. “Have you forgotten our mission this weekend?”
Harry grumbled, kicking a stray rock. “No.”
“Neither one of us will be here to babysit her.”
Harry frowned. “What if she tries to go back to him?”
Draco smirked. “I’m not that bloody stupid Potter. I put a compulsion charm on her. She’ll stay home. And if anyone other than us gets near her this weekend, I’ll know.”
“How-“ Harry’s question was cut off when Draco held up a familiar gold galleon. “Damn. You two are more alike than I’d ever imagined.”
Draco chuckled. “Thanks for the compliment.”
Harry scowled. “Egotistical git.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”
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Black hatred boiled in his veins as he stalked down the Unspeakable halls at the Ministry. Too much darkness too soon. He was losing it. There could be no other explanation for it. His mind churned, going over the last few hours of activities. After particularly brutal raids, the Knights had light hearted parties to unwind. He remembered sitting there, watching his team having a grand time. Well, all but Potter’s lover, who refused to dance. It rubbed him the wrong way so he’d dragged the messy brunette on the floor and proceeded to make his lover so jealous he exploded in rage.
Good. At least something good had come from his complete loss of sanity. Oh, he was no stranger to men. Though he preferred tits and pussy, a tight, willing arse was good in a pinch. Not that he’d actually fuck Potter. That would be risking death. Actually, that would just be suicide. But at least he’d opened the git’s eyes. Potter was prime wanking material for anyone. It was time he learned that. Draco clenched his fists tighter. He’d almost kissed the wanker, too overcome with darkness and hate to care.
“What the fuck was that?” Harry screamed, running up from behind him.
Draco growled and sped up, working his way to the main hallways leading to the law department. Potter had every right to be angry. He’d been manhandled after all. But Draco couldn’t face him now. He wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t destroy anyone who touched him at that point. And a duel was too risky, though he was itching for one. He hadn’t been able to just fight during the raid. He was too busy trying to deflect the darkness from everyone else so they could take their prey in safety.
“Malfoy, you better slow the fuck down right now!” Potter shouted as he stepped into another hallway. This one was in full view of everyone.
“Fuck you, Pothead,” Draco snapped, turning and stepping out into the throng of aurors passing by.
“Malfoy, if you don’t stop right now,”
“What?” Draco screamed, noticing that several people had stopped to see what was going on. “What in the fucking hell are you going to do to me, Potter? Hmm? Gonna arrest me? Fuck you.”
He spun and muttered curses under his breath. Just his bloody luck. Granger had stopped to stare at him. She must have been there to try and get some piece of legislation on the docket for a vote in the Wizengamet. Well, she would have to wait. He’d be no use to her now. And the sense of failure he felt then was enough to make him see red. He had to get out of there.
“STUPIFY!”
Draco spun, a shield already cast. He couldn’t believe that git had actually thrown a curse at him. But when he got a good look, he realized it wasn’t Potter. It was that idiot Weasly. Of course the ginger menace would fire openly near innocent people. He was too rash, which was exactly why the Knights had immediately vetoed his entrance. Even Potter didn’t think Ron was cut out for it, despite his brilliance with strategy. Weasly didn’t know it, but Potter actually sought his council a lot before raids, running theoretical scenarios by the brash dolt. They’d thought about giving him an advisory position, but now he just wanted to kill the brute.
“Ron,” Harry snapped, striding past him.
Draco couldn’t very well run now. Potter was too fucking close. The anger spilled over out of his control and he grabbed the shorter man by the shirt, slamming him against the wall. It could be misconstrued as a lovers spat, the way he pressed against Potter. But there was something about the Chosen One. He drew darkness to him. Though he was susceptible to it, Draco seemed to be able to control himself better the closer he was.
“Are you fucking happy now?” Draco hissed. “How many reporters do you think are in here scar head? What do you think the headlines will read this time?”
Harry sighed and reached up, cupping Draco’s temple and putting his thumb in the middle of his forehead. Draco couldn’t help it when his eyes fluttered shut. It was an involuntary reaction. The more this happened, the more he realized what it was, why he was always drawn to the man. Why he’d sought his friendship, his approval during school, and why he’d acted out when he didn’t get it. Harry had the essence of Voldemort. Even now, when the snake-faced bastard was dead and gone, a portion of his magic lived on in the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice. And due to the potion he’d been forced to imbibe as an infant, Draco couldn’t help but soften. He’d been under the influence too long.
His mind flickered to Granger. Even if he managed to capture her raping controller, she’d be sensitive to him as well. If he somehow could break the bloodstone without any side effects, she’d be susceptible to his suggestions. There was no other way. He’d have to kill the bastard. The thought turned his stomach and fed the darkness at the same time. He hated it. His eyes shot open, causing Potter to gasp.
“They’re black,” Harry whispered. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It’s my problem, isn’t it?” he hissed, flecks of spittle hitting Potter in the face.
Harry didn’t flinch. He simply sighed and pulled Draco forward until their foreheads met. “I owe you an arse kicking, but I suspect that even in your addled state, you knew what you were doing.”
Draco struggled against the pull of the darkness. He wanted nothing more than to find some willing person and inflict more pain and pleasure on them than they could possibly handle. An idle thought of Hermione in such position made him shudder, but he’d never do that to her. This was his battle and he’d win it as he always had. By sheer will.
“Shall I call someone?” Harry whispered.
Draco growled. “I don’t want anyone else.”
Harry blinked a few minutes before closing his eyes in acceptance. “It’s killing you.”
“No shit,” Draco said flatly. “What if your ghost really was dead?”
Harry frowned. “I thought he was, you know.”
Draco nodded, jostling the glasses from his partner’s face. “You were a wreck.”
“We put each other back together, Malfoy. Think on that.”
Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself to think back to the times before the Silent Knights. Potter had been a mess after the war, drowning in a world of pain and loss. He’d been devastated, watching as his parents went as crazy and unresponsive as the Longbottoms. They’d met in St. Mungo’s and snapped, having a duel of epic proportions. They’d made the front page of the Prophet… and managed to land themselves spots in the Auror holding cells for the damage they’d caused. That was when they’d been approached by the director of the Knights, yet another ghost. Well, a vampire anyway.
He remembered the shock that rippled through him when the familiar blue eyes pierced his mind. Dumbledore was supposed to be dead. And they’d later found out that he actually was. The sly old bastard had taken a transformation potion moments before their showdown on the tower. They’d lost him for good last year, the victim of a brutal staking. But he’d managed to secure funding for the department and a new head, Kingsley Shacklebolt. He thought about the few recruits they had, each with a particular gift. Harry, for his defensive techniques. Him, for his work with the Dark Arts. Then there was Lovegood, a borderline seer and empath and Longbottom who was brilliant with herbology and quite a talented duelist. The last recruit had finally settled Harry’s mind, though not his. They’d seen Severus Snape die. But apparently, he had a vampire in his back pocket who sprung in at the last moment and nursed him back to health… er… unhealth… whatever the hell he did. He lived and that was all that Harry asked for.
“Better?” Harry whispered.
Draco opened his eyes, feeling a little more centered. “Not much.”
Harry smiled softly. “Well, at least they’re sort of grey now. And I think you managed to invoke another reaction.”
Draco frowned and turned his head to see Granger, tears pooling in her eyes. “Y-you bastard,” she whispered.
Shocked, he leaned back from Potter. She’d actually just called him something that the curse would normally punish her for. And there was no sign that it was hurting from it. He studied her eyes, finding pain in them. The coldness had retreated, overwhelming emotions battering the curse back. But he’d tipped his hand, showing her that he had a connection to one of her best friends. Shit. Now what was he going to do?
“Hermione-“ Harry said cautiously. “I know what this looks like.”
“Save it,” she hissed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” Draco growled. “That I’d like to beat Potter into a bloody pulp? I thought that was common knowledge.”
“Stop LYING!” she screamed.
“I’m not,” Draco said with a frown. “If it wouldn’t land me in Azkaban, I’d knock him into next week.”
“That’s true enough,” Harry said wryly. “But you’d have a hard go of it.”
“Oh come off it,” Draco sniffed. “We both know who the better fighter is.”
“Yep,” Harry said, grinning mischievously. “Me.”
“Harry,” Ron said, startling them out of their banter. “You… you dumped my sister for Malfoy?”
Draco couldn’t hold back a bark of laughter. “That’s fucking rich.”
“You fucking wanker,” Ron growled, starting to lunge for him.
Harry broke out of Draco’s grasp with practiced ease, leaping in front of the enraged red head. “Ron, you don’t want to do this.”
“The hell I don’t,” Ron yelled.
“Ron,” Harry said softer. “If you strike first, he can and will strike back.”
“Then let him,” Ron said, struggling to get past him.
Draco quickly rushed over to Granger, casting a discreet sticking charm on her feet so she couldn’t move. She was trembling she was so angry, little flickers of magic leaping from her fingertips. It was probably the best sight he’d ever seen. The joy that leapt in his heart tamped the darkness down to a reasonable level. He’d have to be punished for his actions later, and he had no doubt Snape would be more than happy to dole it out, but for now, it was enough. He just had to make sure she didn’t lose faith in him.
“Hold onto the emotions,” he whispered hastily in her ear.
“Y-y-you,” she stuttered. “And H-h-harry. And this-“
“Not everything is as it seems,” he growled. “And I didn’t lie. There isn’t anyone else but you.”
“That night,” she spat.
“Clever girl,” he said affectionately. “But there isn’t anyone today either. So take your Gryffindor conclusions and get stuffed.”
“What?” she hissed.
“You heard me. I never quit a job. And frankly, the thought of you believing that I’m not serious about finishing this one is hurtful.”
“Hurtful,” she snapped.
“LEMME GO!” Ron roared.
“NO,” Harry growled, pushing Ron back so hard he fell on his arse.
“This is going to get ugly,” Draco said with a shake of his head. “Find a shady spot, Granger. We need to have a chat later. And don’t think you can just stalk off, pet.”
“What?” she shrieked.
He smirked. “How many times did you try to leave the house this weekend?”
“You bloody prat,” she snapped.
“THAT’S IT!” Ron screamed, rushing past Harry.
Apparently, the weasel had all but forgotten he was a wizard. He ran head long at Draco, trying to tackle him into the ground. Draco sighed and flicked his wand, magically shoving Granger out of the way before side stepping his ginger foe. Ron crashed into the wall in a tangle of limbs, groaning from the impact.
“Well, that was brilliant,” Draco drawled. “I can see why you’re such a fabulous Auror. You really gave that wall what for.”
“Bastard,” Ron spat, blood dripping from his nose and into his mouth.
“Caveman,” Draco called back. “Honestly, are you a wizard or a Neanderthal?”
Ron launched a magical attack then, throwing a barrage of stunners and blasting hexes. Draco frowned. He wasn’t being very precise, sending various Ministry employees skidding away from stray spells. They had to end this now. He nodded to Potter and cast a slipping jinx at Weasley’s feet. As he went backwards, Harry disarmed him, allowing Draco to bind him.
“I can’t let that slide, Potter,” Draco said softly, watching Weasley struggle in his bindings.
“I know,” Harry said on a sigh. “We’ll take him to Kingsley.”
“That’s not all we have to do,” Draco said, watching Granger struggle to get away, failing miserably.
Harry sighed and nodded. “Bring her.”
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“Let me out!” Hermione screamed for the tenth time in the past five minutes.
“She’s getting frantic,” Harry said, watching her through the two way glass.
Draco nodded. “The more worked up she gets, he better. Watch her eyes, Potter. What have you seen?”
“It’s like a veil that goes up and down.”
Draco nodded again. “I need to push her over again.”
Harry sighed. “So do it. Sev and I are the only ones here to see it.”
Draco frowned, moving his stiff shoulders. Severus had worked him over something good, which he deserved. But it wasn’t enough. “I’m not well enough, Potter. I might hurt her.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t think you will.”
“That much darkness in the room,” Draco said, “it isn’t smart.”
“Do you have time to be smart?” Severus drawled from his position in the corner.
“Not particularly,” Draco said curtly. “But one wrong move could cause irreversible damage.”
“And not trying at all,” Severus said lightly.
Draco sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “She’s fighting beautifully.”
“Until the curse calms her,” Severus interjected. “And then what? It’s been almost three days, Draco. How much longer do you think she can fight it?”
“She felt something earlier,” Draco said softly, frowning as Granger’s eyes started to dim.
“It’s happening,” Harry breathed, his face pressed to the glass. “Gods, it’s like watching her die.”
Draco growled in frustration. “Come get me when they need testimony, yeah?”
Harry nodded. “We’ll stay here… keep an eye on you both.”
Draco nodded and headed into the holding cell, the same one he and Potter had landed in after the war. It was for exclusive use for unspeakables and Silent Knights, though the former didn’t know about the latter. It was the most private place he could stuff her while getting Weasly a lovely vacation without pay. He’d still have to testify, but Hermione couldn’t wait. She was fading. He wasn’t at all comfortable with this. The darkness still flowed through his veins. He’d win eventually, but it sometimes took a few days. He didn’t have that long. At least he could trust Potter and Severus to pull him out if he got out of hand.
He barged into the room with a bang, startling Hermione enough to make her eyes flicker. She looked at him with hatred in her eyes and he felt his stomach drop. When this was over, she’d probably try to kill him. But there was nothing for it. He loved her. He’d save her… even if it meant he’d never have her again. He shook his head and stalked over to her, standing inches from her, making her lean back to look him in the eye.
“Problem, Granger?”
“You’re fucking Harry!” she shrieked. “How could you?”
He sniffed. “How could I what?”
“He’s my best friend! And you’re cheating on him.”
He let out a chuckle. “Number one, he is not your best friend. You alienated him yourself, shoved him out of your life. As far as you two are concerned, he is a distant acquaintance that you’ve shared a few good times with.”
That seemed to hurt her far more than anything else he could say. He’d been speaking mostly the truth. Potter still cared for her a great deal; enough to insist that he help her. But they weren’t close anymore. She’d pushed him away too much for that. The Silent Knights took Potter’s attention even further away. And now she needed them more than ever, and she was alone. At least, she thought she was. He wanted to emphasize it, make her emotions even stronger. He smirked, watching her face fall. Time to push.
“And strangely enough, I don’t hear you defending the weasel either.”
She huffed. “He endangered innocent people.”
“But he was defending your precious Potter.”
She rolled her eyes. “He was angry because you stole Harry from Ginny.”
Draco couldn’t help but laugh at that one, a deep belly laugh. Everyone in the wizarding world suspected Harry was gay after a rather public break up with Ginny Weasley. They’d run more than one story depicting him as the Chosen One’s secret lover. But then Harry would hire some muggle prostitutes to pose as his and Draco’s girlfriends for a few weeks and the rumors would fade. They’d do it again this time. But the thought of anyone but Severus Snape stealing Harry away was hilarious.
“What the fuck is so funny?” she screeched.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “He… he… shit.” He giggled again, a rather un-Malfoy thing to do.
“What?” she snapped.
He snickered and then recovered for a moment. “He… weaselette… steal… Potter… ahahaha.”
“You find it humorous that someone could steal Harry?”
Draco nodded and wiped more tears from his eyes. “You honestly think the Chosen One can be stolen. It’s fucking hilarious. The man escaped death twice. And you think he’s weak minded enough to fall for some… some seduction ruse.”
She got very quiet, her face falling. She stared at the wall pensively, biting her lip in thought. He wanted to smack himself. He’d successfully set her back to the point that he’d have to break her out of it. She was punishing herself and he knew from experience that wallowing in your troubles only made them worse. She needed to be angry or full of lust or exceedingly happy, not sad. He had to knock her out of it and anger was usually the easiest way.
“No love for the weasel then?”
She jerked her head up and frowned. “What?”
“I handed his arse to him,” he said pompously. “And now he’s being sentenced for being a dumb arse.”
She sighed and shrugged. “He deserved it, firing in public like that.”
He feigned shock. “What, you don’t think I deserved it?”
She snorted. “If Harry had actually wanted to stop you, he would have.”
“So much faith in your savior?”
“He’s not my savoir!”
“Oh, do I detect a hit of resentment?”
She crossed her arms and quickly turned from him. She wasn’t going to get away with that. He spun her around and almost crowed with happiness. Tears were streaming down her face. If she weren’t so sad looking, he would have jumped for joy. She was beating the curse… without being under a shield or separation ward of any sort.
“What gives, Granger?”
She angrily swiped the tears away. “I don’t have a fucking savoir.”
He smirked and stepped forwards, shivering internally when she scuttled backwards. The darkness loved power. He had to get a handle on it before he went further. So he kept talking.
“What’s the matter, Granger? Do you blame Potter for your serious lack of judgment?”
“What?” she whispered.
“Well, no one else would have been stupid enough to reveal their secrets.”
“Stop,” she said weakly.
“Why do you consider Potter your friend and Weasley to be expendable? Didn’t you have a thing for him? I distinctly remember you pining for him while he was trying to swallow Brown’s tongue.”
“He left!” she shrieked. “Ron… he left us in the middle of the fucking war! He… he was wearing the blasted necklace and he… he left.”
“And Potter?”
She started crying harder. “He never gave up. We… we… he… even when I broke his wand… he… he didn’t give up.”
“And after the war?”
She collapsed onto a steel bench, sobs wracking her body. “I…there… so much death. Numb. I… I just wanted to help. Just wanted to help.”
He sat beside her and drew her into his arms. This was the information he really needed. The tongue tying curse wouldn’t allow her to say anything immediately pertinent. But in her almost incoherent state, she might be able to say enough that he could piece her ramblings together. It would be a start.
“You wanted to help?” he asked, rubbing her back while she curled into his chest.
She nodded, crying even harder. “Devastated… lost so many… didn’t think he’d returned. Then… then I saw… and just… we just started talking. I… I’m so stupid. Didn’t think anything was wrong. And… and then it was too late. I screamed… and no one heard.”
“No Potter to save you?”
She shook her head. “No one.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “No one should have to go through that.”
“They were lovers,” she whispered. “He came back to fight… for him.”
“And he lost him?”
She nodded. “He wanted to make sure they paid.”
“So he tortured you? How in the fuck did he justify that?”
She shivered, cuddling closer to him. “I’m stupid.”
“He couldn’t convince you with some impassioned speech or blackmail you. So, in his grief twisted mind, he decided that forcing you was justice.”
“Imprisonment wasn’t enough,” she whispered. “His lover was dead. They should be dead.”
He nodded. “He went crazy.”
She shivered. “Worse. That’s how Voldemort started, with hate. Then it shifted to power.”
“But your foe is different. The Dark Lord was incapable of love… and he was twisted because of it. Doesn’t bode well for the rest of us.”
She sniffed. “Says the man who took a vow to never marry.”
“I told you,” he growled. “I have my reasons. But I never said I took a vow never to love.”
“You love someone?”
He took a deep breath and pulled her back. “Never said that. You’re being naughty, trying to pry. Do you need to be punished again?”
Her eyes flickered with fear and a hint of lust as she shook her head and drew back. He couldn’t help but groan. He wanted her, even now when her eyes were puffy and she’d just admitted that she’d been taken in by her own bleeding heart. He needed more information though. What she’d given him was good, a lover left behind and filled with vengeance. But who?
“Muggle-born,” he blurted out.
“What?” she asked, utterly confused by the turn in conversation.
“His lover, was he muggle-born?”
She nodded. “Such a sweet boy. Annoying. Loved Harry. Harry. Oh Merlin. No. Nonononono.”
“Potter will be next,” he said quietly. “He’s angry with him.”
“Can’t save everyone,” she whispered, he eyes growing colder. She was too calm.
He nodded. “Punishment then, for your future deeds.”
“No!” she squeaked, crawling back so quickly she fell to the floor.
“Yes,” he said, making sure he gave her a hard glare as she scrambled across the floor. “You figured it out… so I’ll give you a choice. You can have another spanking… or I can take it out on you another way.”
“An-nother way?”
He nodded, wanting to smack her for even believing she had to take it. But in her curse addled mind, this is what she would understand. She wasn’t clear enough. When she stood up and slapped him across the face for even suggesting that she be held accountable for something that was out of her control… then she was ready.
“Pain and pleasure,” he said instead, not needing her to know his thoughts. She had to come to that conclusion on her own.
She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
He smirked. “Do you want a spanking or not?”
“No!”
“Then you choose the alternative?”
She nodded warily. Good. She had second thoughts. That was a change. He hauled her off the floor by her wrist, jerking her into his body. He had to bite back a groan when she curled into him on instinct. She had so many mannerisms that turned him on to no end. But he fought it back and pulled her across the room. He was still terrified of hurting her so he pushed her up against the two way mirror. That way, Potter could keep an eye on his eyes and the darkness within without compromising her modesty. Or the illusion of it at least.
He stuck her hands to the mirror, securing them with a tying spell above her head. He smirked when she struggled and started yelling, trying to get away. Then he stared into the mirror for a few moments, looking for the faint ripple of five taps. It would let him know to continue. He felt pretty good right now. There it was, like a fingertip in water, little ripples that traveled a few inches before being absorbed into the mirror. He did love magic.
“Silence,” he roared, causing her to go deathly still. “You didn’t want the spanking. You will obey me. If you don’t, I’ll be sure to give you the swats. Now, you will be quiet from now until punishment is over. You will do what I tell you when I tell you. Any protests, we will stop immediately and go to the spanking. Do you understand?”
She nodded, wide eyed.
“Good girl,” he purred, caressing her cheek. She flinched before leaning into it and he had to bite back another smirk. “Now, I can’t tell you how glad I am that you decided to wear a skirt today.”
“No,” she whispered.
He scowled. “That’s one.”
He yanked her leg out from under her and swatted her bum rather sharply, pleased when she clamped her mouth shut. Then he dropped her leg and stepped back, placing his hands behind his back. He wanted to give her a chance to work that out in her mind. When her breathing slowed down, he stepped forward again.
“Do you want to find out exactly how many chances I’m going to give you?” She shook her head. “Then I suggest you listen. Be a good girl and you might enjoy this far more than any spanking.”

AN: Muahaha. I know. I'm awful. But I just had to get this posted. Not sure if I'll be near the computer for a few days. So, as always, thanks to everyone who reveiwed. They make me feel like dancing! Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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