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Pride and Morality	By : misleadingeyes Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter related. That glory goes to the great J K Rowling. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. No profit is being made from these works. This is for enjoyment purposes only.

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Hermione woke slowly, surrounded by warmth and comfort. There was an arm draped casually over her hip, and a warm body pressed firmly against her back and a head nestled into the crook of her neck – and she was completely content. She snuggled into that warmth, sighing softly as her eyes fluttered open. A heavy hand scrubbed across her face, and she rubbed first one eye, than the other as her blurry vision came back into focus - and with it so did the memory of everything that had occurred the night before. Her heart stopped and the dread of reality hit her like a bucket of icy water. Hermione’s eyes widened to saucers and she froze, her heart literally dropping to the pit of her stomach, eyes darting around the room and finally landing on the large hand curved intimately over her hip as she realized something critical and shut her eyes again, hoping she was wrong. She forced one eye open, head turning slightly, earning an unhappy huff from the face snuggled into her neck, a very blond tuft of hair visible in the corner of her vision. Hermione reacted immediately, nope she was not wrong. She shoved with all her might at the offending body, turning to stare at the boy as if he’d grown a second head in the night. "Malfoy! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!"
The blond head popped up for a moment then lay back down. "Sleeping," he muttered, reaching for her automatically before he realized what he was doing and froze mid stretch, snatching his hand back and glaring at her as reality settled in upon him as well. "Granger, what the bloody hell--?" But she'd been so warm and inviting in the middle of the night and he couldn't be held responsible for his body's reaction to her whilst he slept, could he? Judging by the look on her face and her arms crossed over her chest, he absolutely could.
"Why am I in your bed? With you…" she asked, calmly, though the undertones of fury were simmering in her voice. She reminded him of the Dark Lord in that moment. Most dangerous when he was calm. Draco much preferred her yelling.
"The Dark Lord wanted me to keep an eye on you; make sure you weren't going to do anything stupid. After the marking, you were unconscious. Despite what you might believe of me, I'm not so barbaric as to let you sleep on the floor so I laid you in my bed. However, I'm also not so selfless as to give up my entire bed to a Mudblood, so I slept here too." Draco wasn't used to explaining himself to anyone but the Dark Lord. And maybe his mother on occasion. He fingered his sheets with regret. "I guess I'll have to burn these now as they've been tainted with your filth." His sneer was habitual when she was around, though for some reason he didn't quite feel like sneering at her. Images of 'tainting' his sheets in another fashion with Granger flitted through his mind and he wanted to smile before he quickly tamped down those thoughts. He pushed them and the feelings they evoked to the back of his mind, locking them away where no one, not even the scaly bastard could reach them.
"I guess you'll have to burn yourself as well, Malfoy." Hermione said with a smirk worthy of any Malfoy as she climbed from the bed and began to put on her jeans, thankfully the only article of clothing not on her. "Because when I woke, you were draped over me like a sheet. Head on my shoulder, arms pulling me closer and body wrapped around me like a lover." She taunted him, and oh how it felt good to do so, especially knowing how he felt about her kind. "You're just as tainted as those sheets. Might as well get started. I'd hate to miss the show."
"Bloody bitch!" Malfoy snarled, as he leapt from the bed, clad in nothing but a pair of emerald green silk boxers. He stormed past her into what she assumed was an adjoining bathroom and slammed the door. She had to admit, she'd enjoyed the view. The years of Quidditch had done him well. Very well, actually. But it was just a nice body housing an abhorrently spoiled little boy. Malfoy had nothing whatsoever to do with her racing thoughts of that naked body in the shower as she heard the water run. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she glanced around the room for her wand. Of course, she could do plenty of magic without it, she didn't want those downstairs to know that, so she needed it, and preferably before Malfoy left the bathroom. She found it on the mantle of the fireplace, stuck in place with a sticking charm. She almost laughed. With a wave of her hand and the muttered counter-charm, she had it unstuck and in her hand.
"How did you do that?" Malfoy's voice made her jump. She hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom and she certainly hadn't meant for him to see her using wandless magic. "Wandless magic, huh? I wonder why you didn't tell the Dark Lord about this." Fuck. Now he had leverage over her. And leverage like that could cost her, her life if she wasn't careful.
So, she made a split second decision to make sure that didn’t happen. Malfoy wasn’t going to hold anything over on her. Hermione acted before he could, her wand raised pointed at the blond, the spell upon her lips. “Obliviate!” she commanded, the tip of her wand lit up and the memory slid from his helpless mind. She watched in grim satisfaction as the memory flowed right into a vial she conjured for safekeeping. A moment later, a confused look crossed Malfoy’s features and he glanced from the wand in Hermione’s hand as her hand dropped to her side and up to her face. "How'd you get that off the mantle?"
"I guess the sticking charm wore off." She replied casually before feeling the burn of the Dark Lord's call through her arm. It very nearly brought her to her knees, though she remained upright and simply grabbed the offending arm. "Why can't he just call up the stairs like a normal person?" She griped as they touched their wands to their marks and apparated directly to the ballroom where the Dark Lord was seated on his hideously ornate throne, drinking what appeared to be Pumpkin Juice out of a goblet. They were the only two in the room, save for the Dark Lord himself and Hermione found that rather odd. There was a table set for twenty or more in the center of the room, with Voldemort and his throne at the head and the plates to each side of him were already filled.
"I have taken the liberty of having your breakfast ready for you. There is something I must discuss with you both and it is of the utmost importance." He said, gesturing to the two plates. "Sit. Eat. I will do the talking." Hermione sat in the chair to his left, leaving Malfoy the place of honor at his right, though the knowledge that, in this instance, he was superior to her. She abhorred the idea that Malfoy be superior to her in any way but she wasn't stupid. She knew that any slight to the rankings of Dark Lord would not go unpunished. The Dark Lord seemed pleased at her action and smiled that scaly smile that chilled her blood. "You have proved your worth to me, Miss Granger, but you still have a way to go. You will perform a task for me. A task that will solidify your place in my ranks and prove your loyalty." Her mind raced with the possibilities of what he would ask of her and she was afraid he'd ask her to kill someone but that was not to be the case. "Mister Malfoy, you have been tasked with repairing the Vanishing Cabinet in Hogwarts. I would like Miss Granger to assist you." It was clear this was not a request but Malfoy had other ideas.
"But I understood that was to be my task alone. I am not incapable. It is just taking longer than I expected. The cabinet was damaged extensively and is requiring more work than I originally thought. I can do it alone." In the next moment, Malfoy fell out of his chair, writhing and screaming in pain as The Dark Lord held him under the Cruciatius curse for a few moments.
"That was not a request, Draco. Miss Granger's knowledge and skill with her magic can speed up the process and you will work with her." His voice was deathly calm and sent chills up her spine before he turned to her. "You will tell no one of this work. Do this and not only will you become a full member of my ranks, but you will be rewarded handsomely. Do not and...." He waved his hand and an image of her parents floated in front of her before dissipating as quickly as it was conjured. "The consequences will be dire. Do we have an understanding?"

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry it took me so long to update this chapter. I was extremely unhappy with my first draft and even my lovely beta pointed out to me that I was rushing things a bit so I had to take a step back and rewrite it. Plus, if I'm being completely honest, I totally binge-watched all the tv shows I've been neglecting to watch lately so there was that. ANYWAY, thank you all for the wonderful reviews! Keep them coming. I am having so much fun writing this story and your reviews make it all worth it. To my lovely beta, Lorett, you are the absolute best for putting up with me and all my nuttiness. Especially so with this chapter. I couldn't do any of this without you. Love you, pretty lady! To everyone else, Read, Review, and most of all ENJOY!!
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