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Snowbound	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snowbound
Chapter Five
Starry Night
     I had too many balls in the air, and I’m a lousy ball juggler. My worry was obviously that they would all come bloody well crashing down and that worry meant loads of missed zzz’s, a bad attitude at times and at least once a massive bloody hangover. I had Severus all over my arse to tell him about my meeting with the Dark Lord. It seemed as if every corner that I rounded my Godfather was there, pecking at me like a buzzard. It’s not that I don’t appreciate him, yeah, to hell with that, I don’t appreciate him meddling in my business at all! I know he’s a spy working for Dumbledore. He doesn’t know I know it, but I know. Like me, Severus watches his own back. I didn’t fault him for it, hell I was doing the same thing, more or less. I certainly wasn’t working for Dumbledore though like him, but I was trying to play both sides of the fence. So that was one ball in the air. Then there was the Dark Lord himself—a big flaming ball of elf shit. I got a tip from of all people, Pansy Parkinson, who told me that the Dark Lord would be at my Father’s funeral. Isn’t that a kick in the nuts? He had my Father killed, and what was worse was the fact that his evil majesty didn’t make any bones about it. In fact, he came just to reinforce the fact to my mother and I that he could have either of us or both wiped off the face of the earth whenever he so chose. I was pressured to join the Death Eaters in my Father’s place. That in itself was a miserable experience and one that I don’t ever want to think about. The shit that I saw and was forced to do, would sink my ship with Hermione. I knew I had to tell her, but I hadn’t found the right time yet and besides, I was still processing it. Besides, becoming a Death Eater was never an offer, it was more a stay of execution. I would take my Father’s place. The only redeeming factor in that, and trust me it’s the only up note in the whole rotten ordeal, is that I am higher on the totem pole than others of my generation. Yeah, here’s a pretty bombshell for anyone that cares, are you listening because the walls have ears so I shan’t be saying it again lest’ I be tortured and hung out to dry. Hogwarts is brimming with Death Eaters. Let me reiterate that point, Hogwarts has more Death Eaters in its ranks than Dumbledore and his army can manage. Guess who is in charge of them? That’s right, me. So there is yet another cranky bludger in the air, one that threatens to decapitate me at a moment’s notice. The Headmaster sucks. If he was doing his job properly this wouldn’t have happened literally right under his nose. Our numbers made Dumbledore’s Army look like a joke. The Claws, for all their supposed intelligence joined the ranks of the Dark Lord. We even have two members of the D.A. who are spies for us and you wouldn’t believe who one of them was. When the shit hits the fan it’s going to hit it good and hard and Dumbledore and his army are going to be crushed, and I’m going to lead the charge, not because I want to. Hell no! But because I have to. Yeah, quick sidenote too, Luna Lovegood’s father is a complete n’basil. The Dark Lord read that little blurb about us in the Quibbler and he spared no time in threatening to off my pretty wife if I so much as thought about stepping out of line. I moved Mum to safety, that is to say that she is living in the cottage that I bought for Hermione. She’s safe in Wattingham. Not even the Dark Lord can breech those boundaries. All I had to do now was to get my blushing bride to love me and to decide on her own that she wanted to leave the shit world at Hogwarts and everyone along with it. It’s for that reason that I can’t push her too much. I can’t offer her more than I already have, and we tried it once and it didn’t work for her. No, so as much as I’d just love to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and apparate the fuck out of Hogwarts, I can’t. I need it to be her decision to go back to the Watti. That’s the heaviest ball of all that I have suspended in the air, and the one I care the most if I drop. It simply can’t fall, I won’t let it. Merlin doesn’t even know how badly I wanted to Avada Potter’s arse for that stunt he pulled outside the Transfiguration classroom. I fingered my wand when he laid his lips on my wife. The killing curse was tied up in a pretty little death bow that was ready to roll off my tongue. I have a short fuse and a wicked temper and Potter just brings out the worst in me. Had it been anyone else I probably could have handled it, but no she chose Potter to torture me with. Saint Harry Fucking Potter. Ever since I met him my life has sucked and now he gets to kiss on my wife? I don’t think so. I’ll get him back for it, eventually, if the Dark Lord doesn’t kill me first.
     I had my eye on the Gryffindor table but I didn’t want Granger to know that I did. No, I had to play it slightly aloof. Not enough to make her think that I wasn’t madly in love with her like I was, but enough that I didn’t appear pathetic. If only I could do something to bust Granger and Potter up. There had to be something…That’s it!
     “Parkinson, isn’t Cho Chang one of ours?” I asked and I looked to my left to see Pansy scratching at her arm. I promptly kicked her under the table.
     “Ow, Draco. What was that for?”
     “You’re scratching your arm. You’re calling attention to yourself, so cut it out. Now.”
     “But it itches. What am I supposed to do?”
     “It itches? Of course it bloody itches, it’s the stamp of evil that will eventually rot through your whole filthy body. It itches,” I scoffed.
     “Alright, sorry,” she said with an eye roll.
     “You going to answer my question or just sit there looking stupid?” I asked again.
     “Oh yeah, we definately have Chang. All the Dark Lord had to do was to put some pressure on Daddy and he crumbled like the Berlin Wall.”
     “The Berlin Wall was knocked down, you dipshit.”
     “Are you sure? I think you’re wrong.”
     “No, I’m not wrong. You’re thinking of the Great Wall of China, that one is crumbling.”
     “Oh,” Pansy said scratching her mark again. I kicked her again. “Sorry!”
     “Go tell Cho to come here,” I ordered and Pansy leapt up, rubbing her arm as she went. Idiots!
     “What you going to do Draco?” Viktor Crabbe asked and I ignored him. Cho looked frightened when she arrived at the Slytherin table and I felt slightly bad for her. It wasn’t her fault that her Dad was a traitor, just like it wasn’t my fault that mine was. Still, she had to lie in the bed that her Dad made for her just as all of us in Slytherin House were forced to, but I needed her help, so I didn’t feel bad for asking her what I did.
     “Didn’t you date Potter, Cho?” I asked.
     “Yeah, I mean not for very long,” she replied.
     “You will date him again, do I make myself clear?”
     “Okay, but he’s with Hermione Granger and he’s really close to her, so I don’t know how effective I’ll be.”
     “Break them up. Turn on your feminine wiles, whatever you did the last time to make him like you. You go over there right now,” I said gazing over at the Gryffindor lunch table.
     “Do you also want me to pump him for information about the D.A.?” Cho asked.
     “Yes, of course,” I said.
     “Of course,” Crabbe repeated after me.
     “Well go on, no time like the present.”
     “Yeah, go on,” Crabbe again repeated.
     “Shut up, what are you a bloody parrot?”
     “The Dark Lord said that I am your right hand man at Hogwarts.”
     “And did he say that you didn’t have a brain, because you don’t? At all.”
     “Draco I need some cream or something, my arm is itching too.”
     I was king of the buffoon table.
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     “What’s she talking about, Hermione?” Harry asked and he wasn’t laughing.
     “Oh don’t go getting your nuts in a noose,” Ron said, “It’s Looney, nothing she says makes any sense,” Ron said as if out of habit, that or duty. “Besides, ‘Mione’s too smart to get mixed up with a deranged ferret like Malfoy, which is more than I can say for you Gin. Ginny, I am ordering you to chuck him or I’ll owl Mum and Dad. I’m not having a Death Eater touching my sister. Malfoy,bleck,” Ron said and he made mock puking sounds when he said it. At least I was off the hook. Harry’s face relaxed when Ron said that about Luna. Thankfully Luna was not in earshot of any of the rest of the conversation or she would have been hurt.
     “Hey Harry, so when is our next D.A. meeting?” Cho Chang asked as she strolled up to the table and squeezed in next to Harry. Harry’s face lit up and I knew that was just the diversion that I needed to high tail it out of there before Ginny took any more potshots at me or called Luna back to the table.
     “Well, we still have a bit of time before lunch is over and I have some research to do, so I’m off to the library.” I cast a sideways glance at Malfoy on my way out of the Great Hall. Once outside I waited for him in hopes that he caught my cue. My heart sped up when I saw him exit the lunch room.
     “Psst, over here,” I said. I was standing in a dark alcove.
     “Thought you’d never leave that bloody table,” Draco said and he took me in his arms. Our lips found each other fast and my whole body tingled when I felt his velvety tongue enter my mouth. Gosh he was the best kisser. Kissing Harry was the equivalent of kissing a cousin or brother or something. There just wasn’t any chemistry at all, but Draco, that was like a rated R movie in your parents basement, curled up on the couch on a Saturday night with your much older boyfriend whom your parents despised. It was dangerous and sexy and I wanted more of him.
     “Regret leaving me yet?” he purred when we came up for a breath of air.
     “Mmmm, yes,” I replied and then I smoothed my hands over his chest. “I need you. Oh before I forget, the Quibbler ran an announcement of our wedding. I don’t know who reads that periodical so we better be careful.”
     “Yeah I already knew about that, but thanks. So, tell Potter yet?”
     “No, but it’s just going to cause a big uproar when I do, so I want to coordinate it with you so neither one of us have to suffer any unforeseen surprises.”
     “The dance is in a few days. I’d rather like to take my wife, not bloody Weasley,” Draco said and I laid my head on his chest just as I would if we were dancing together. I inhaled deeply and I found the smell of his cologne intoxicating. He always smelled so clean and good. I longed for our bed at the flat where we slept each night entwined and where I woke up each morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, something Draco turned me onto from my normal morning tea. I missed us, badly.
     “Save a dance for me?”
     “Of course, I’d like to save all the dances for you though.”
     “I’ll tell Harry, that or you know we can just dance with each other and let them figure it out on their own,” I giggled. “I can’t carry on this ruse much longer, people are getting suspicious and I’ve gotten to where I just don’t care anymore.”
     “That’s good to hear,” he said. “I was beginning to think you were ashamed of me.”
     “Please don’t think that, Dragon. I don’t feel that way at all. At all. I…Draco why did you join the Death Eaters? I’m so worried for you and it isn’t making our coming out party any easier which really is the least of my concerns. Did he hurt you? What happened? Please tell me. I know you must have been forced into it.”
     “I was, but I can’t say more than that. It’s not safe, not here and not now, and the less you know the better. When the time is right I will tell you, and I will need you to go to Dumbledore, will you do that?”
     “Well yes of course but…”
     “Do you trust me?” he asked.
     “I couldn’t love you if I didn’t,” I said and he held me tight and then kissed me again. It was like falling in love with my husband all over again. “Can we meet tonight? I’m supposed to be in charge of outside rounds. Prefect duties, but with the weather so cold, and everyone inside, I could probably wrap it up quick. I want you to teach me some Watti magic.” He beamed when I asked.
     “Whatever you wish, mi’ lady.”
     “Ten o’clock Astronomy Tower?” I asked with a hopeful smile.
     “I’ll be there of course,” Draco said and then he squeezed full handfuls of my arse in his hands and moaned in my ear in such a sexy voice way I felt a sudden gush of wetness in my panties. Falling deeply in love with your husband is all it’s cracked up to be.
     “Okay got to go. Love you,” I said and I gave him a peck on the lips.
     “Mmm, love you too, Mrs. Malfoy,” he said and chills shot down my spine upon hearing him call me that again. I smiled.
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      Evening couldn’t come soon enough. When Hermione asked me to help her with Watti magic, I was so bloody happy. It was a positive step in the right direction. If we were ever going to make a serious go of it with the Watti, well then I needed my wife to have a working understanding of their magic and how it worked. I knew, that had she embraced it before, then she never would have left Wattingham or me. If knowing Merlin’s magic, (which is how the Watti referred to the magic being taught at Hogwart’s,) was the equivalent to cracking a window and letting in a bit of fresh air, then learning Watti magic was like blasting the window open and removing it all together. Hermione loved her cracked window version of magic, so I knew that she would relish in knowing and furthermore being able to perform Watti magic. It was the key to it all and I knew that. I couldn’t make her embrace it, or simply ask her to, or even beg. If that would have worked I’d have done it, and I had done everything but beg. In the end it had to be her decision, so, in an effort to make that happen I blew off the rest of the day’s classes. I had to make Hermione a wand. Watti wands weren’t at all like regular wands. Sure, they looked similar and they were both made of wood, but that is where the similarities ended and the differences began. That presented a small problem in teaching Hermione Watti magic, that being that she didn’t have her wand with her. She left I back at the flat, and I was in such a hurry to leave that I didn’t think to pack it. No, I would have to make one and the time was short. I was really putting my wand making skills to the test. I had less than six hours, so I bailed on classes and set off into the Forbidden Forest.
     I was fairly certain that Hermione’s Ollivander’s wand was made of vinewood, but I wasn’t certain of the core, but that didn’t really matter because I had that bit covered. Ollivander’s wands used the hair strands or feathers of other magical beings or creatures where the core was placed along the inside length of the wood. Why? That’s my question to all of the wizarding world. The reason that is done is to boost or enhance the magic of the witch or wizard who uses the wand. The core hair or feather kickstarts the wand and then the wand in turn uses the combined energy from the core hair and the user itself to wield the spell. That combination though can be volatile. It’s unnatural at best and it’s a waste of energy. Two different magical beings magical essences, mixing to do one simple spell? It expends more energy what with one of those energies having to overpower the other and then after one is conquered, only then can the user perform the spell. The reason that so many first years had trouble with their wands, (Just ask one sometime, they will tell you that their wand just won’t do what it is that they want it to do, meaning that it won’t perform the said spell they are attempting to do) is that the core of a magical being or creature has a completely different magical signature to that of the witch or wizard. It seems difficult for me to believe that this quite pivotal piece of information was somehow overlooked by expert wandmakers for centuries. The answer was, well then let’s boost the core when that never should have been their approach. That in itself caused mass genocide of species. They needed stronger magical creatures like that of unicorns or dragons in order to kickstart their wands. That’s why you don’t see wands with eye of newt as their cores. No, let’s face it, witches and wizards want dragonheart string, or unicorn hair in their wands. The result was that most of the dragons and unicorns were killed off or harvested for their magical powers. If people knew how these core ingredients were gotten, they would surely pitch their wands in the rubbish bin and then perhaps a new way of making wands might gain popularity. Unfortunately, we aren’t there yet. Wanding, or the art of making a wand is still a highly regarded and well-kept secret. The cores that I use when making a wand are not foreign to the caster. I will not bore you to tears with the ins and outs of Watti wandmaking, except to ask you what it is that makes you the you that you are? What makes a person special or unique? In my wife’s case Hermione values her smarts first and foremost. So I shall use a hair from her own head. A persons magical stores are always congregated in the highest numbers in that area of the body that they value the most. There is a simple spell that can be performed on the user in order to take the guesswork out of it, to know exactly where that is, but I already knew that about Hermione, so there was no need for the spell. I did however have to perform the spell on myself, and it surprised me to know that most of my magical stores were being held not in my body at all, but outside of it! I had given so much power away to others such as my Father and the Dark Lord, that I used a simple sea sponge as the core when making my own wand in order that my wand would literally suck up my magic when I casted a spell. In so my magic grew tenfold. I expected that Hermione’s would as well, which is why I plucked a hair from her head when I made out with her at lunch. She didn’t even notice it. Finesse has always been a strong suit of mine though. With her hair for the core and a fairly decent looking sample of vinewood (a wood she was already familiar with) I set to work in making her wand.
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     “I miss this,” I said as we sat on the cold stone floor of the one of the highest parts of the castle, the Astronomy Tower.
     “You missed what?” he asked and he dropped kisses down my neck. The December air was crisp and cold where the stars twinkled high in the night sky above. We were snuggled close together to keep warm. I straddled him and wound my arms around his neck in an effort to be even closer.
     “This--just relaxing with you. Alone,” I said. We didn’t seem to have much time together anymore, unless you counted quick snogs in the alcoves or broom closets of the school. It was sad and whilst he didn’t complain I knew that it had to have been hard on him. Only weeks earlier we shared a marital bed and just about everything else including breakfast and dinner. Now I had to look at him from across the Great Hall. It only just dawned on me just how my leaving had probably affected him. “Draco, I am so sorry for the way that I left you. Were you hurt much when you read the letter? I mean, of course you were,” I said and I hugged onto him as tight as I possibly could.
     “Don’t be too hard on yourself. I mean, it did hurt. I had a surprise for you but then you weren’t there and now the surprise seems premature. I don’t know what I was thinking, really. Buying a house is something that we should have done together, so all of this is my fault too. I liked it there so much that I sort of just moved on ahead without really asking you.”
     “Draco, you bought us a house?” I asked and my voice raised several octaves. I felt excited!
     “The little cottage on Main St., the one you commented was cute,” he whispered as he nuzzled his cheek against mine, his hands planted firmly on my bum.
     “Oh, the one with the pond and the white picket fence that was right next door to the park where the ducks—“
     “Yes, that’s the one,” he smiled.
     “I love that house! Oh Draco,” I said like a silly woman as tears of joy spilled from my eyes.
     “But I thought the midwife lived there.”
     “Well, she did but she was older and she passed on.”
     “Oh no! She was so sweet,” I covered my mouth. “She didn’t die in the house did she? Oh never mind I said that, I shouldn’t ask such things, it’s a selfish thought.” Draco laughed and I wiped my tears away and laughed with him. Gosh it was good to laugh with him again.
     “She didn’t die in the house, she died in somebody elses house,” he chuckled. “I felt bad because I didn’t know if I was breaking Watti customs or something by asking the Mayor if I could purchase her house. I did wait two days though.”
     “You didn’t?”
     “I did.”
     “I had no idea that you worried about stuff like that, it makes me feel a lot better. Most days I was too worried to leave the flat for fear of saying the wrong thing to someone and hurting your reputation.”
     “Is that why you never left? Damn, if I had known that. Look Hermione, I make mistakes all the time with the Watti. I still use spells that we learned here too. Sometimes a third year quick spell will suffice so I don’t know what you thought, but hell I fuck up all of the time. Nobody expects you to be perfect, nobody except you. It’s going to take us both time to learn all of their customs and to do the right thing that is expected of us. I am certainly not going to worry about insulting others in the process of that learning and you shouldn’t either.”
     “I had no idea you still used spells from Hogwarts once you had your Watti wand.”
     “Yeah, I’m not going to stop everything I’ve ever known, not overnight like that and nor should you. There are certain spells that stick, that I will always perform like Reparo or shit, too many others to count and neither should you. I do want you to learn Watti magic though, you know you said you wanted to.”
     “And I do! Except I don’t have a wand,” I said and I frowned.
     “Yes you do,” he said and he reached into his coat pocket and handed me a wand! “I made this for you and it comes with a lesson,” he said and he kissed me longingly.
     “I don’t have any way to pay you,” I winked.
     “I can think of about fifteen ways that you could pay me back.”
   “Don’t say a blowjob. That’s what you were thinking, wasn’t it?”
     “Perhaps. You will find out after the lesson, now stop talking about sucking my cock I’ve been hard all day thinking about this night.”
     “Well I can’t leave my Watti Magic Professor suffering with a boner, now can I? Unzip. Now,” I ordered and his eyes went wide.
     “You saucy shrew. Fuck that was hot,” he said and then I scooted back and slid my hand down the front of his trousers. Just the look on his face when I wrapped my hand around his shaft was worth blowing off rounds in favor of all things Malfoy. By the time I worked up a good spit and took him to the back of my throat he was moaning, his voice low and sexy. I was so unbelievably happy that he’d not only bought me a house but had told me that living with the Watti was a struggle for him too, that when he came I swallowed his essence.
     “Ready for my lessons now, Sir,” I joked as I wiped my mouth and sat up at attention.
     “Woman, you just blew my mind,” he said and I felt like Wonder Woman right at that moment, as if I could do anything. It was no wonder that when I performed the spell that my sexy and debonair teacher asked me to perform that I was once again at the top of my class. With the wave of my wrist the twenty or more owls that had congregated nearest the highest steeple of the castle flew into the air and formed a giant heart shape formation above where Malfoy and I sat.
     “You’re doing it,” he said and I was all smiles. That was until a few of them decided to rain poop down on our heads, but not even that could sour my mood.
     “We should probably take a bath now to get all the bird shit off us,” he said. “You do have a key to the Prefect’s loo do you not?” he smirked.
     “We can’t do that, can we?”
     “Not only should we do it but we really need to. You have owl shit in your hair.”
     “I’m not the only one,” I said when I noticed the turd on Malfoy’s shoulder.
     “Disgusting!” he said in that posh, uppercrust tone that only the blond could pull off, and then we raced for the Prefect’s bathroom. We didn’t notice that we were being watched. We would find out later, Merlin would we, but at the time we were in love and clueless.
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