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Soft butterfly kisses on her bare shoulder woke Hermione from a restless sleep. She was too worried about the upcoming departure to wind completely down, despite Draco tiring her out past the point of exhaustion. She was never so glad for silencing charms as she was last night and he still wanted more. Truth be told, she did too. There was no telling how long it would be before they could see each other again.
Draco rolled her underneath him and smiled softly. “Morning love.”
“Morning,” Hermione whispered and leaned up to kiss him. She ran her hands down his shoulders to his back, reveling in the feel of his muscles rippling as he moved to sit her up. The alarm clock ward rang loudly. “You have to go.”
“Not yet,” Draco snipped and kissed her deeply before he flipped her on her stomach. “Brace your hands on the headboard.”
Hermione’s stomach flipped at the suggestion. She loved it when he took control like this. Before she could think much further on it, he had her hands bound to the wood with a rich green silk sash. He ran his hand down her spine, eliciting goose bumps all over. Her vision was suddenly cut off by a satin mask.
She squeaked when she felt his tongue prod at her center. It was a completely unexpected move but she loved it. He was more than talented with his tongue. Her legs were moved further apart and she arched her back when his tongue slid in deeper. A few flicks to her clit left her panting.
Draco was in heaven. He couldn’t leave without one last taste before tonight. It could get quite ugly and he was going to try and ask for the honor of taking out the party. He wanted to give them enough time to get out of there. Paranoid thoughts entered his mind but he shook them loose and dug into her delicious center. She was practically pouring she was so turned on and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He lined himself up and hit home with one sure thrust.
Hermione moaned low in her throat, the filling sensation welcomed. She squirmed backwards, trying to get him to go harder, deeper, the way she needed him to. They’d have to be careful this morning. Last night, the light had been uncontrollable and they’d needed to scramble more than once. She was sure the rest of the house would be quite annoyed this morning but in this moment, caring about it was the last thing on her mind.
Draco took the subtle movements and ran with them, hitting harder and faster. He groaned when she shifted her hips and he hit incredibly deep. Thrusting for all he was worth, he wished once again that he could just crawl inside her and never leave. It wasn’t possible but the harder he hit, the better it felt. He could feel his orgasm coming and reached around to rub circles around her clit. She gave a guttural moan, the walls of her sex fluttering and signaling the beginning of her completion. “Come with me love.”
Hermione wailed and let go, trying her hardest to reign in the magic that was threatening to spill out of her despite their repeated couplings the previous night. She felt Draco slam into her a few times before he gave a loud groan and called her name. The warmth of his seed filling her made her shudder and she leaned into him, trying to get as close as she could. The moments after they hit their peaks were some of her favorites, just the ability to remain close and connected.
Suddenly, the alarm ward went off, startling them both. Draco pulled out with a small sigh and regretfully cleaned and dressed them both. Then he gave her a scorching kiss while untying her. “Until the next time ma chérie.”
“Until next time,” Hermione breathed and wiped the tear off her cheek as he turned into a bird. She opened the curtains and waved as he flew out the window.
“You’ll see him soon,” Ginny said quietly, pulling on her shoes.
“Hopefully,” Hermione sighed. “Where is he?”
“I’m still here,” Harry hissed from somewhere near the door. “I missed the alarm.”
“More like you ignored the alarm.” Hermione giggled. “Well, you’d better run then.”
“Too late,” Ginny sighed. “Mum’s on the stairs. Help me banish-“
“Girls!” Molly called as she opened the door with a thud. “Get a move on! Why are these curtains hanging from the ceiling?”
“Um,” Ginny stalled. “The lights last night, bloody distracting.”
“Ginerva! Watch your language.” Molly wagged her finger. “I can't blame you though. We never did figure out where that was coming from. Get these curtains down and let’s go. We’ve got a ton to do today. Breakfast is already on the table.”
The day passed in a rush and three o’clock came much quicker than they’d expected. Harry had taken polyjuice to look like a Weasley relative, cousin Barny. There were so many Weasleys, no one would ever know. The twins fought over seating Fleur’s family while Harry and Ron greeted the other guests. Luna showed up, leaving Ron tongue tied. She was wearing bright yellow robes with a sunflower in her hair.
She smiled and waved. “Hello Harry.”
“Er – my name’s Barny.” Harry sputtered
“Oh, have you changed that too?” She asked brightly.
“How did you, oh right. Well, best to lay low right?” Harry asked.
“Of course.” Luna nodded sagely and tried to quell her giggles when Ron’s Aunt Muriel came storming over, nitpicking his appearance and going on and on about her goblin made tiara that Fleur would be wearing. When Muriel was seated, she gave Ron a kiss on the cheek and flounced over to her seat.
“You look so cute together,” Hermione sighed.
“What?” Ron squeaked.
“Nothing.” Hermione smiled.
“You look great!” Ron said with wide eyes.
“Always the tone of surprise.” Hermione shook her head. “Your Great-Aunt Muriel doesn’t agree. I just met her upstairs and she said ‘Oh dear, is this the Muggle-born? Bad posture and skinny ankles.’”
“Don’t take it personally, she’s rude to everyone.” Ron snorted.
The twins joined in and they all had a rousing conversation about Muriel and their late Uncle Bilius. No one noticed the dark haired figure come sailing in. He held out his invitation to Ron while his eyes were glued to Hermione. “You look vunderful.”
“Viktor!” Hermione shrieked in surprise and dropped her beaded back, making her cringe internally. That had all their supplies for when they went on the run after the wedding. She picked it up, trying to quell her blush and the sudden loud growling in the back of her mind. “I didn’t know you were – goodness – it’s lovely to see – how are you?” She winced when Draco started yelling rather loudly in the back of her mind about him keeping his hands off his woman. She caught the last of the conversation.
“Fleur invited me,” Krum said with raised eyebrows.
Harry gave her a questioning glance. She realized she looked pained and gave him a weak smile. He quickly showed Victor to his seat. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, preparing to give Draco what for. How dare he hurt her like that.
‘Hurt? I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay?’ Draco asked worriedly.
‘I’ll be okay. Just don’t yell like that again. It doesn’t do any good you know. It isn’t like he can hear you.’
‘He was still looking,’ Draco sulked.
Hermione gave a long suffering sigh. ‘Sweetheart, you are the only one I have eyes for. Now, would you kindly shove off for a bit?’
‘Very well but sweetheart, be prepared. It won’t be long now.’
‘Do we have enough time for the wedding?’ She asked worriedly.
‘Wedding yes, reception…depends on how big of a celebration you are talking about. Best be ready right after they say I do.’
‘Alright. Thanks love.’
‘Sure. One more thing. I’ll be in the party so be careful where you aim. I’ll try to get you all out safely.’
‘Okay. Just…be careful.’
‘Always. I love you.’
‘Love you too.’
“Trouble?” Harry whispered in her ear, startling her from her conversation with Draco.
“Harry,” Hermione hissed. “You frightened me. I was just telling Draco to cool it. He didn’t like Krum any more than Ron did.”
Harry laughed. “Yes well, they have jealousy in common I guess.”
“I suppose,” she said miserably. “Harry, it’s coming right after the wedding. He said we wouldn’t make it through the reception.”
“What are we going to do?” Harry asked worriedly.
“Not spoil the wedding for one,” Hermione whispered and directed them to their seats. “I have everything we need packed in my bag. He’s coming with them to crash the party. He’ll try to give us enough time to get away. I say we tell Remus since he knows everything.”
Harry nodded and looked back when the wedding march played. It was a beautiful bonding that brought tears to Hermione’s eyes. Harry patted her arm comfortingly, knowing exactly what she was thinking. She wanted to be able to do this with Draco, stand up and declare her love for him publicly. Sneaking around and lying was wearing on her.
After the wedding, refreshments were served. She made a beeline for Remus while Harry apprehended Ginny on the dance floor to tell her the news. “Remus!” Hermione called and pulled him over to the side. He looked absolutely miserable. “What’s wrong?”
“I – now isn’t the time to discuss it. What’s on your mind?”
“Remus, the Death Eaters, they are going to attack soon, probably during this reception.”
“Are you sure?”
Hermione nodded. “He’s coming with them. He said that he’d try and give us as much time as possible but you know how hard it is going to be to pull that off.”
“Merlin!” Remus said in a panicky voice. “Dora.”
“What’s wrong with her?” Hermione narrowed her eyes.
“She’s...she’s…with child,” Remus said miserably. “What have I done?”
“You’ve started a family Remus. There is nothing to be afraid of.”
“I’m a monster! They’d be better without me!”
Hermione growled and dragged him out of the tent. She bared her fangs and hissed viciously in his face. “So am I but that isn’t going to stop me Remus. You just make sure you’re safe the one time a month you are dangerous and focus on being a father and husband the rest of the time.”
“You aren’t a monster.”
“And neither are you,” she hissed again, trying to cow him which was surprisingly hard considering she was all bark and no bite.
Remus shook his head sadly. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
Hermione snorted. “So you’d abandon your own family?” She shook her head sadly and left the dumbfounded werewolf standing there.
“What’s wrong Hermione?” Harry asked worriedly when she walked back into the tent.
Her face was set in a deep scowl. “Remus.”
“What about him?”
“Tonks is pregnant and he’s so convinced that he’ll hurt them that…that…I think he’s going to leave them.”
“Where is he?” Harry asked darkly.
“Out back.” Hermione pointed in his direction and watched in fascination as Harry stalked out of the tent. She was a bit worried at the change in his attitude but figured that Remus might need a heavy hand. If anyone could get through to him, Harry could.
She took a seat with Luna and Ginny, chatting away to pass the time. It was hard to act normal and more than once, Ginny had needed to snap her fingers to get her attention. She was on pins and needles waiting for the crash. Harry came in some time later, a satisfied look on his face. She looked over and noticed a teary eyed Remus pull Tonks to him and hold her like she was glass.
“I take it you got through? Hermione asked.
“I better have,” Harry said ominously.
“Well, not much longer now.” Luna said thoughtfully.
“How did you – oh never mind,” Hermione sighed. “You’re right. Just…be careful.”
Luna nodded serenely. “I think I’ll dance with Ron one last time.”
“You do that,” Ginny grinned. “I’ll do the same. Harry?”
“Why not?” Harry gave a boyish grin and swept her onto the dance floor. She had just started to relax when someone flopped into the seat next to her.
“Hello,” Viktor drawled.
“Viktor,” Hermione said pleasantly. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Very much. I vould enjoy more if we were to dance.”
Hermione winced at the low growl in her mind and smiled weakly. “Of course Viktor but you should know, I’m seeing someone.”
Viktor closed his eyes and nodded. “For old time sake then.” He held out his hand and escorted her onto the dance floor. Half way through a turn, a silver patronus in the shape of a lynx landed on the floor. Kingsley’s deep voice came booming out of its mouth.
“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”
“Run Viktor,” Hermione instructed and grabbed Harry and Ginny, dragging them off to a corner. “Where’s Ron?”
They looked around frantically until they saw him running with Luna in tow. They all looked around, wands drawn as people screamed and scattered, disapparating with loud pops. Suddenly, a dozen Death Eaters in full uniform appeared in the middle of the dance floor. Remus and Tonks had their wands drawn and were stupefying them left and right.
“Ginny, take Luna, find your dad, and get out,” Harry ordered with one last kiss. The red head nodded and ran off, blonde in tow and throwing stunners as quickly as they could.
A masked figure bore down on them but Hermione held them back. “Draco?”
The figure nodded. “Run now. I’ll keep an eye out for them.”
Hermione nodded and grabbed Harry and Ron, turning on her heel.
“Where are we?” Ron asked bewilderedly when they touched down. “And what the hell was that?”
“Tottenham Court Road and Draco gave us some time to get out,” Hermione growled and looked around anxiously. “Walk, just walk, we need to find somewhere for you to change.”
“That git?! Wait. Hermione, we haven’t got anything to change into,” Ron said agitatedly, switching gears as fast as he could.
“It’s okay. I’ve got clothes for both of you,” she said, walking faster now. “Just try and act naturally until – this will do.” She led them down a side street, then into the shelter of a shadowy alleyway. She opened her beaded handbag and pulled out a few pairs of clothes and the invisibility cloak.
“How the ruddy hell - ?” Ron started
“Undetectable Extension Charm. I managed to fit everything we need in here. Harry, you’d better take the cloak. Ron, hurry up and change.”
“You’re amazing, you are,” Ron said in awe as he handed her his bundled robes.
“Thank you.” She smirked and yelled at Harry to put the cloak on.
They ducked into a small all-night café. They got a booth and she ordered two cappuccinos. Ron went with the flow. “What’s our next move?”
“Well, I was thinking Grimmauld place,” Hermione offered.
“But if Snape can get in there…” Ron started.
“It’s a risk we’re going to have to take,” Hermione insisted. “We can have a look around Regulus’s bedroom and maybe talk to Kreature and see if we can figure out where the locket went.”
“You know, we’re not far from the Leaky Cauldron here, it’s only in Charing Cross –“
“Ron, we can’t!” Hermione snapped.
“Not to stay there, but to find out what’s going on!”
“We know what’s going on!” Harry hissed. “Voldemort’s taken over the Ministry, what else do we need to know?”
“Okay, okay, it was just an idea!”
“I say we apparate right on the front doorstep. We should remain invisible if we land inside the wards,” Hermione whispered. She stiffened when she noticed three men walk in. She recognized Rowle and Dolohov but the third made her spill her cappuccino. It was Draco. His hair was glamoured darker but there was no mistaking him.
“Shite,” she hissed and took out her wand, immediately blocking a few stunners. She petrified one and Harry stupefied the other while Ron had a go at Draco. She quickly tied Ron up and silenced him to stop the barrage of spells he was throwing.
“What are you doing here?” She cried.
“You used HIS bloody name,” Draco growled. “I thought we’d already discussed this. His name is cursed. It’s a sure way to have a half dozen Death Eaters on your trail. You’re lucky I realized it!”
“Bloody hell, that was my fault,” Harry said, taking off his cloak. “I’m so sorry.”
“There’s no time for sorry Potter,” Draco snapped. “You three get somewhere safe now. I’ll obliviate these two and sneak out. They’ll never know you or I were here.”
“Ginny,” Harry demanded.
“Disapparated with Luna and y-her dad. They’re safe,” Draco stuttered a bit, catching himself before he said your father-in-law. That wouldn’t have gone over well at all with Ron.
“Remus?” Hermione asked softly.
“He took out the last few as we came here. They’re fine. No casualties, unfortunately that’s on both sides.”
“Thanks Malfoy.”
“Yeah, just get going!” Draco snapped and grabbed Hermione in a bear hug. He kissed her briefly before turning around and obliviating the two Death Eaters with him. He was cleaning up as Hermione disapparated the boys out of there.
She and Harry lugged Ron inside the door at #12 Grimmauld place. Mad Eye’s voice carried through the halls.
“Severus Snape?”
“We aren’t him!” Harry hollered and his eyes widened when he felt his tongue unraveling.
“That m-must have b-been the T-Tongue-Tying Curse Mad-Eye set up for Snape!” Hermione stammered.
Suddenly a corpse like figure sprung up, the horrible familiar image of Dumbledore now decayed. He pointed at Harry.
“No! No! It wasn’t us! We didn’t kill you!” Harry yelled at the same time that Hermione screamed, waking up Mrs. Black’s portrait.
“Mudbloods, filth, stains of dishonor, taint of shame on the house of my fathers-“
“SHUT UP!” Harry bellowed and closed the curtain with a flourish of his wand and a bang of red sparks.
Hermione shakily released the silencing charm from Ron.
“What the bloody hell was all that about?” The enraged red head bellowed.
“SHHHH Ron. Let’s get further inside before we get into it,” Hermione snapped. “Homenum revelio.” She waited but nothing happened. “We’re alone.”
“Right then,” Harry breathed and dragged Ron into the kitchen.
“Someone had better start talking,” Ron growled.
“Malfoy is on our side Ron,” Harry sighed. “He stalled the Death Eaters so we could get away and he obviously saved our arses at the café earlier.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I told you Ronald, he’s on our side, regardless of how it looks,” Hermione snapped.
“How it looks? He was wearing bleeding Death Eater robes!”
“Just because he wears the robes doesn’t mean he’s on their side! He’s a bloody spy!” Hermione cried. “I’m not arguing with you anymore. I’m going to look for that damn locket so we can finish this once and for all!” She stormed upstairs and left Harry to sort things out with Ron. Her nerves were shot. Those spells had scared her more than she cared to admit.
‘Are you alright love?’ Draco asked her worriedly.
‘I’ll be fine. Just some nasty little precautions Mad Eye took before he died and a fight with Ron.’
‘Godfather told me about those,’ Draco said solemnly. She felt a shiver from him. ‘Everything has been taken care of so get a good night’s rest and try to find that locket and that elf.’
‘Thank you Draco, for everything.’
‘You are my wife Hermione. I don’t need thanks.’
Hermione walked into the room she’d used last time and collapsed on the bed in tears. ‘I wish we could just tell everyone. I’m so tired of this.’
‘You and me both love. Just hold on. When we get out of this, we’ll tell the world and then we’ll escape it. Just you and me. Goodnight love.’
‘Night.’ Hermione sighed and felt him retreat from her mind as the tears started to flow. This was going to be a very long night.
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“Hermione!” Harry hissed and shook her awake from a restless sleep. “Hermione wake up! I need some help.”
“With what?” Hermione sighed and stretched. She realized she’d dozed off the bed.
“My makeup came off and I don’t want Ron to see.”
“There’s some in my bag,” Hermione said dully and reached for it. Her moves were mechanical, dabbing the makeup on over his eagle with the efficiency of a pro.
“Thanks,” Harry whispered when she’d capped the jar and put it back in the bag. “How are you?”
“I’ve been better. You?”
“Same. Arthur sent his patronus. They’re all fine, just like Malfoy said. He said they were being watched and not to reply. Did you happen to snoop around any last night?”
“No. I spoke with Draco and then went to bed. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, it’s alright. I think I’ve finally talked some sense into Ron. Well, he won’t bring it up anymore at least.”
“Thanks,” Hermione sighed. “Well, come on then. Let’s have a look around.”
They explored the halls until they came to a dusty part of a wing that neither had been down before. “Look!” Harry said. “It says Regulus. RON!”
“What’s up mate?” Ron asked, panting as he dashed up the stairs with his wand out.
Harry merely pointed to the sign on the door. Ron nodded and they all walked in.
“Accio Locket!” Hermione cried but nothing came to them.
“So that’s it then? It isn’t here?” Ron asked.
“It could be.” Hermione sighed sadly. “It could be under any number of anti-summoning charms. We’ll have to search manually.”
They turned the room upside down. When they’d combed every inch, Harry flopped down on the bed.
“It could be somewhere else in the house, though,” Hermione offered. “Whether he’d managed to destroy it or not, he’d want to keep it hidden from Vol- snake face wouldn’t he? Remember all those awful things we had to get rid of when we were here last time? Regulus might have put them there to protect the locket’s hiding place, even though we didn’t realize it at… at…at the time.” She closed her eyes and cursed herself for her stupidity.
“Something wrong?” Ron asked.
“There was a locket,” she said flatly. “In the cabinet in the drawing room. Nobody could open it. And we…we… threw it out.”
Harry closed his eyes in pain and punched the mattress. A thought occurred to him and his head popped up. “Kreacher nicked loads of things back from us! He had a whole stash of stuff in his cupboard in the kitchen. C’mon!”
He ran down stairs, Hermione and Ron hot on his heels. They tore the cabinet up but there was no locket to be found. Hermione was cursing her stupidity once again when Harry grunted. “It’s not over yet. KREACHER!”
Kreacher popped in with a loud crack. “Master? Back in my Mistress’s old house with the blood-traitor Weasley and the Mudblood –“
“I forbid you to call anyone ‘blood-traitor- or Mudblood!” Harry ordered. “Now, I’ve got a question for you and I order you to answer it truthfully. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Kreacher bowed low.
“Two years ago, there was a big gold locket in the drawing room upstairs. We threw it out. Did you steal it back?”
Kreacher straightened up and looked Harry in the eyes. “Yes!”
“Where is it now?” Harry asked in excitement.
“Gone.” Kreacher closed his eyes in grief.
“Gone? What do you mean it’s gone?”
Kreacher shivered and swayed. “Mundungus Fletcher! Mundungus Fletcher stole it all: Miss Bella’s and Miss Cissy’s pictures, my Mistress’s gloves, the Order of Merlin, First Class, the goblets with the family crest, and- and- and the LOCKET! MASTER REGULUS’S LOCKET, KREACHER DID WRONG, KREACHER FAILED HIS ORDERS!”
Harry reached out and ordered Kreacher to stop hurting himself and then asked about the locket again. Kreacher spilled the tale, how Voldemort wanted an elf and Regulus had volunteered him. He told them of how he crossed the lake, drank the potion so the Dark Lord could put the locket inside the basin, and then was called home by Regulus. He continued on with Regulus’s defection and orders to destroy the locket. However, he was unable to and Dung had swiped it. Harry had to stop him from punishing himself again.
“Kreacher,” Harry asked gently, trying to be nice to him. “I want you, please, to go and find Mundungus Fletcher. We need to find out where Master Regulus’s locket is. It’s really important. We want to finish the work Master Regulus started, to ensure he didn’t die in vain.”
“Find Mundungus Fletcher?” Kreacher croaked.
“And bring him here. Do you think you could do that for us?”
Kreacher jumped to his feet and nodded. Before he left, Harry gave him the fake locket as a token of their gratitude. The little elf was so overcome with joy, it took them a half an hour to calm him down. Then he lovingly hid the locket and disapparated after they assured him that they would watch it. They needed only to sit and wait.
Waiting turned out to be the hardest part. By that evening, they were worried. The next morning, a few Death Eaters showed up at the doorstep.
“Reckon they know we’re in here?” Ron asked.
“I don’t think so,” Hermione answered, “or they’d have sent Snape in after us, wouldn’t they?”
Ron nodded and they all went on to do other things. Hermione sat Harry down and read him the story Dumbledore had marked. “Do you reckon it’s true?” He’d asked.
“Were the twins true?” Hermione retorted.
“Touché. So Dumbledore marked this for a reason then. Are we to find the Hallows?”
“I believe so but we need to find that horcrux first. Then we can worry about the Hallows.”
Harry nodded. “How are you holding up?”
“I’ll be okay but if Draco doesn’t come tonight, you might want to stay away from me.”
“Shouldn’t you be in better shape? You two are closer now, right?”
Hermione nodded. “I’m also stressed out and worried. Harry, the nightmares…they’re awful.”
“Nightmares?”
Hermione nodded. “When we’re asleep, I’ve been sharing his nightmares. They’re usually just memories of the day but… oh Harry, it’s horrible. Those poor muggles. It’s gotten worse since they took over too.”
Harry’s mouth was set in a grim line. “We need to hurry but we can’t do anything until Kreacher gets back. How long do you reckon it will take?”
“Depends on how well Dung has hidden himself,” Hermione answered grimly. “But Harry, he’s got to come tonight. With those Death Eaters out there, he’ll have to arrive on the doorstep and then those charms and Ron…”
Harry rubbed his hands together in thought. “I still have some of that sleeping potion left. I slipped it in my pocket before the wedding. I don’t want to make a habit out of drugging Ron but I don’t think he’d take too kindly to Draco showing up.”
“Oh thank you!” Hermione cried and hugged Harry for all she was worth.
Night came so slowly that Hermione was convinced time had stopped. Harry, true to his word, had knocked Ron out with the sleeping draught. She hated to do this to him but there really wasn’t another way. Ron wouldn’t listen anyway. The click of the front door followed by Severus Snape set her teeth on edge. She ran to see Draco who had just told the dusty figure of Dumbledore that he didn’t kill him.
“Draco!” Hermione cried and ran into his arm.
“Hey sweetheart,” Draco said affectionately and wrapped her up in a hug.
“Malfoy,” Harry said a bit tensely.
Draco sighed. “Sorry Potter. I couldn’t get her out of there tonight. There are too many wards. I even had Melody take a look to see if there was a way. However, she did send this.” He took a parchment out of his cloak pocket and handed it to Harry. “They even blocked animals from crossing. Anyway, I only have a few hours before I have to be going again. Any news?”
“No,” Hermione grumbled. “Kreacher hasn’t come back yet.”
“Fletcher doesn’t strike me as being very bright. Where in the hell could he be?”
“He’s probably gone to ground,” Harry said darkly. “Lousy thieving git.”
Draco snorted. “Well, if he doesn’t come back soon, I’ll see what I can find out. I’d like to avoid that though. Everyone is starting to become more suspicious.”
Harry nodded. “I understand. Off you two…and don’t forget the silencing charms!”
Hermione giggled and lugged Draco up the stairs to the room they’d used before. She closed the door behind them and threw up several different privacy charms. Then she took her beaded bag out of the drawer and opened it up, digging around to find the book Dumbledore had given them.
“No kiss?” Draco pouted.
Hermione practically tackled him, both of them falling to the bed with a huff. She kissed him with as much passion as she could muster, glad he was here and she could see him. The previous night had been nerve wracking. Draco flipped her over and started kissing his way down her neck.
“N-no! We have to talk to Dumbledore first, re-report back.”
Draco groaned. “Can’t it wait?”
“No because I’m fairly certain we’ll get carried away.”
“Fine,” he pouted. “But let’s hurry up.”
In seconds, the book was out, open, and tuned to the former Headmaster. “Hello children,” he said pleasantly. “Are you alright? How goes the search?”
“We’re fine Professor,” Hermione said. “No casualties on either side but we’ve hit a snag. We know what happened to the locket. Regulus ordered Kreacher to destroy it but he couldn’t.”
“Excellent! So where is it now?”
“Mundungus Fletcher stole it,” Hermione said darkly. “We have Kreacher looking for him but he hasn’t come back yet.”
Dumbledore’s face grew dark. “I should have known. I thought I’d recovered everything before I left but I apparently missed some things. I am so sorry.”
“You couldn’t have known,” Draco said with a furrow in his brow. “We only found out about it a few months ago, right? How in the world could we have known that tiny locket was what we were searching for?”
“You are correct Mr. Malfoy. However, it does not absolve me of my negligence in dealing with Mundungus.” Dumbledore sighed sadly. “Let me know if I can be any assistance to you. How is everything on the Ministry side?”
“The takeover was successful,” Draco said. “Godfather is set to take over as Headmaster. Melody will be aiding McGonagall in transfiguration. She tried her best for the DADA position but Amycus Carrow beat her out. Alecto will be taking over muggle studies.”
“My, that is a shame. What are your plans then?”
“Hopefully, we find and destroy the locket before school starts but if not, I have some tentative plans in mind. I hope to have Ginny help me in a student underground much like the one we are using with the muggles in the Dark Lord’s presence now.”
“An excellent idea. You might consider the Room of Requirement. Ask it for a very specific purpose and it could aid you greatly. I believe my brother, Aberforth, can assist you in that manner.”
“With all due respect sir, I sincerely doubt your brother would be willing to help the co-conspirator of your murderer.”
“Yes but your sister is not that, is she?” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled merrily and Draco was struck dumb momentarily. “It’s settled then. Call on him when the time comes. Now then, how goes the hunt for the Hallows?”
“What hunt?” Draco snorted.
Hermione sighed and shook her head. “I told Harry about them this morning. He’s certifiably obsessed now. I’ll try to keep his mind off of it until the proper time but how are we going to get the wand?”
“I believe Riddle will take the wand for himself very soon.” Dumbledore said sadly. “From there, it’s just a matter of letting Harry best Draco in a duel so he can gain control. The wand will not harm its true master.”
“Wait. If the wand won’t harm its true master, then he won’t be able to kill Harry, will he?” Hermione asked in alarm.
“You are forgetting, Mrs. Malfoy. There is still a piece of him that lies inside Harry. It will target that piece.”
Hermione nodded solemnly. “We wait until the gets it then and send Harry to his death.”
“A grim turn of events, but a necessary one. Please keep me posted on your progress.”
“Of course sir. Good night.” Draco said respectfully and helped Hermione close the spell.
“I don’t like it,” Hermione sighed.
“Not much choice, is there?”
“Guess not. Still, what if it’s all for not?”
“We destroy him ourselves,” Draco said darkly. “Enough of that. I want to taste you.”
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BANG! Severus Snape?
“What the bloody hell is that?” Draco shot up from the bed in alarm. It had been three days since Kreacher had left. They had run out of sleeping potion so they had taken to placing silencing charms around Ron’s bed at night.
“I don’t know but we’d better find out,” Hermione said, wand out and at the ready.
They trounced downstairs to find a haggard looking Remus wandering in through the door.
“Remus!” Hermione cried and ran to hug the ragged werewolf. “Why are you here?”
“To check on you of course. I was the only one who could get away. How are you?” Remus raised one eyebrow when he came across a half dressed Draco Malfoy.
Hermione blushed. “We’re fine. We’re just laying low until we figure out our next move.”
“Remus!” Harry shouted and embraced the werewolf. “How are you?”
“I’m fine. Harry…I - I wanted to thank you. I wasn’t thinking clearly before.”
Harry nodded. “I’m glad you figured it out but why risk coming to find us?”
“Well, I needed to send a report for one. Where is Ron?”
“Hopefully still sleeping like a baby,” Draco muttered and summoned his shirt from the upstairs room.
“How are things on your end then?” Remus asked.
“Not good,” Draco sighed as he shrugged into his clothes. “The Ministry has already started implementing the muggle-born registry. I’m sure you are aware of the employee interviews?”
“Yes,” Remus said darkly. “Luckily, Dora’s mother is a pureblood.”
Draco nodded. “Aunt Andromeda. I’m glad for your sakes. It’s only going to get worse. Let’s hope we can get everything in order to strike fairly quickly.”
“Can I help in any way?”
“I’m afraid not Remus. This is a task set for us alone,” Harry said sadly.
“Albus told me to help in any way I could!”
“It’s beyond Dumbledore at this point,” Hermione said softly. “But Remus, keep as many safe as you can. That’s going to be the biggest help right now.”
“Alright,” Remus sighed. “What would you like me to report?”
“Tell the others that we are fine, we have a plan, and we’ll send word when we’re ready for the final battle,” Harry said with finality.
“Who’s here?” Ron called, stomping down the stairs.
“Shite,” Draco hissed and placed a disillusion spell on himself. He stood stalk still so he wouldn’t be spotted.
“Remus!” Ron cried and gave the older man a handshake. “How are the others? Mum, Dad, the twins, Ginny, Bill, Fleur-?”
“Easy Ron,” Remus chuckled. “They are all quite well. Unfortunately, they are all being watched like hawks. Luckily, they fell for that transfigured ghoul you left in your bedroom so you are cleared from having to go back to Hogwarts. Ginny isn’t though.”
“So is McGonagall going to be the headmaster then?” Ron asked.
Remus shuffled his feet and carefully avoided the spot where he knew Draco was standing. “I’m afraid not.” He handed them the morning addition of the Prophet that outlined Harry’s suspected role in Dumbledore’s murder and the changes made to the school and Ministry policy.
Ron’s expression grew dark. “Still think he’s on our side?” He asked Hermione and threw the paper down. “Tell everyone that I love them.” He stormed out of the room.
Hermione bowed her head in sadness. “He just doesn’t understand.”
“And he won’t until you can reveal the truth to him,” Remus sighed sadly. “I’ll relay the messages. Anything particularly special you’d like me to say…Harry?”
Harry smiled gently. “Yeah, I’ve already got a letter. Could you deliver it?”
“Sure,” Remus said and then lowered his voice. “Mrs. Potter sends her love and wishes you well. She told me to give you a kiss but I am disinclined to follow through with that one.”
“I’m glad for that!” Harry laughed and then grinned. “Send the same, but um, don’t go kissing my wife.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. I have one of my own, after all.”
“Take care Remus,” Hermione said softly and gave the werewolf another hug.
“You as well. See you soon I hope.”
Remus nodded in Draco’s direction and left. The three stood in silence for a few minutes. “Well that was fun,” Harry sighed. “Here, just take this until he goes back to sleep.” He took out his cloak and tossed it at Draco.
Just then, a loud crack sounded through the house. Harry jumped when Kreacher appeared right beside him with a struggling figure in his grasp.
“Kreacher has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher, Master.”
Mundungus drew his wand but Hermione quickly disarmed him before he could get a shot off. Ron came careening around the corner just as he broke free and dived for the stairs. He rugby-tackled the thief and he hit the stone with a crunch.
“What?” Dung cried. “Wha’ve I done? Setting a bleedin’ ‘ouse-elf on me, what are you playing at, wha’ve I done, lemme go, lemme go, or –“
“You’re not in much of a position to make threats,” Harry said darkly as he drew his wand and pointed it straight at the man. He quit struggling and Ron got back up, panting.
“Kreacher apologizes for the delay in bringing the thief, Master. Fletcher knows how to avoid capture, has many hidey-holes and accomplices. Nevertheless, Kreacher cornered the thief in the end.” The little elf bowed low.
“You’ve done really well, Kreacher.” Harry smiled at the little elf and then settled his gaze on Mundungus. “Right, we’ve got a few questions for you.”
“I panicked, okay? I never wanted to come along, no offense, mate, but I never volunteered to die for you, an’ that was bleedin’ You-Know-Who come flying at me, anyone woulda got outta there, I said all along I didn’t wanna do it –“
“For your information,” Hermione cut in. “None of the rest of us disapparated!”
“We’re not interested in why you ran out on Mad-Eye,” Harry put his wand a bit closer to Mundungus’s eyes. “We already knew you were an unreliable bit of scum.”
Mundungus pleaded again that he didn’t know where a few items that he’d taken were, including a set of goblets before Harry cut him off. “It’s not about the goblets either, although you’re getting warmer. Shut up and listen. When you stripped this house of all the valuables you could find, you took a bunch of stuff from the kitchen cupboard. There was a locket there. What did you do with it?”
“Why?” Mundungus asked and then his eyes lit up. “Is it valuable?”
“You’ve still got it!” Hermione cried.
“No he hasn’t,” Ron murmured. “He’s wondering whether he should have asked more money for it.”
“More?” Mundungus croaked. “That wouldn’t have been fucking difficult…bleedin’ gave it away, di’n I? No choice?”
Hermione’s stomach lurched. What could have happened to it? She was glad Harry started drilling him again. She could feel Draco’s hand on her shoulder for support but she felt bereft. Shaking herself, she listened to Mundungus’s tale.
“I was selling in Diagon Alley and she come up to me and asks if I’ve got a license for trading in magical artifacts. Bleedin’ snoop. She was gonna fine me, but took a fancy to the locket an’ told me she’d take it and let me off that time, and to fink meself lucky.”
Hermione heard Draco groan in despair in her head. She felt the same way. Only, it didn’t get any better when he continued.
“Some Ministry hag. Little woman. Bow on top of ‘er head. Looked like a toad.”
“Umbridge,” they all said in unison.
How in the hell were they going to get to Umbridge?
Hermione went upstairs with Draco and left the boys to take care of Mundungus. “This is not good,” she groaned as she shut the door behind them.
“We need to have a meeting now,” Draco said and pulled off his watch.
“How are we going to do that?”
“Let’s get Dumbledore on the book. That’ll link us to him. I’ll contact godfather through the watch and he can have Melody call Harmony on the mirror. We’ve got to come up with a plan.”
It took a while to get it all worked out but soon, everyone was gathered. “Right everyone. We’ve got a problem, a big one,” Hermione started.
“It seems that the locket has made its way around Umbridge’s neck,” Draco continued.
“Damn,” Melody growled. “What’s the best bet for apprehending her?”
“We don’t know!” Hermione cried. “I guess the Ministry?”
“That’ll be dangerous,” Severus drawled. “The place is crawling with Dark Lord sympathizers. Umbridge herself is one. She’s running the muggle-born trials, you know.”
“You’re kidding!” Hermione gasped.
“Afraid not daughter,” Severus sighed. “I don’t condone this but your best course of action is to try and break into the Ministry and steal it that way.”
“That could take ages,” Hermione groaned. “I’m not sure how much longer I can live like this.”
“Sucks, doesn’t it?” Melody gave a sad smile.
“How are you two?” Hermione asked softly. She hadn’t seen Melody since she’d appeared in Ginny’s bedroom a month prior.
“Been better. Moldy Shorts is a certifiable nut job…and a perverted one at that.”
Hermione covered her mouth in horror. “How bad?”
“I’d consider suicide at this point if it were anyone but Sev,” Melody sighed sadly and leaned over to hug Severus.
“I’m so sorry!” Hermione cried.
“What have you got to be sorry about? It’s only for another month and then we can get back into Hogwarts.”
“About that…” Hermione sighed. “After we get the horcrux, how long will we have to wait for Riddle to find the wand?”
“If he takes too long, I’ll drop a hint,” Severus said.
“It might come to that Severus,” Dumbledore broke in. “In the meantime, I suggest observing the Ministry and coming up with a plan to break in. Once you have the locket, destroy it and we’ll meet again.”
“How long do you think this is going to take?” Draco scowled.
“The best laid plans usually take a month or more to execute,” Severus said, sadness permeating his voice.
“So we wait and plan.” Hermione nodded. “I’m going to go mad.”
“Well sweetie, we’re already there. We’ll give you a welcoming feast.” Melody laughed.
Hermione gave a sad laugh. “Harmony?”
“Sorry sweetheart. Without you here, I can’t tell you much. I feel that you’ll be successful but I can’t ask you to disapparate to another country and all port key activities are being monitored now. The best I can do is to say that whatever plan you come up with, it will work.”
“Well, that’s something.” Draco sighed and pulled Hermione into him. “At least I’ll be able to bring Red if it lasts until school starts. That ought to put Potter in a better mood.”
“How is he?” Melody asked.
“Stoic for the most part but I have a feeling that he’ll perk up now that we have a plan,” Hermione informed her. “Just, if any of you come up with something or see anything that could help, let us know.”
“We will.” Melody smiled and then turned suddenly. “Shit! Sev, Lucius is coming.”
“Damn it,” Severus hissed. “Good luck,” he whispered before he shut off the connection.
“Keep us informed!” Melody cried before she too shut off her mirror.
“Well, I guess that’s all we can do for now,” Draco said. “We’ll keep you posted.”
“Good luck you two,” Dumbledore said before they shut the connection off.
“How bad has it gotten?” Hermione asked, still staring at Draco’s now closed watch.
Draco shivered. “Those two are his main entertainment when the mood strikes.”
“That’s horrible!”
“It is. The only thing I can say is that I’ve learned some new moves.”
“Draco!”
“What? It isn’t like I could look away. If he caught me, I’d be sorry.”
Hermione shook her head sadly. “We’re going get that horcrux.”
“We will,” Draco said. “You just let me know when you’re planning on collecting it and I’ll come running.”
“Thank you. Now…what moves?”
Draco smirked and stood up, undressing slowly. “Well, I did happen to grab a suitable rope before I left.”
Hermione shivered. “Rope?”
“Oh yes. Have you ever heard of a suspension?”
“A what?”
“Suspension, hanging from the ceiling.”
Hermione’s eyes widened in shock. “Y-you’re going to hang me from the ceiling? Won’t that hurt?”
“You’ll love it, I promise,” Draco breathed. “Now, what is your word?”
“Silverweed,” she whispered.
He smirked and summoned a rope from his cloak. The heady smell of rich hemp filled the air. He lovingly ran his hands over the lengths of rope. He’d been fascinated when Severus strung Melody from the ceiling and proceeded to whip her and then fuck her until she passed out. He’d imagined himself doing that to Hermione and demanded to learn how. Now he was practically vibrating with glee at being able to.
Hermione gasped when he removed her clothes with a snap of his finger. He hadn’t said a word about this, vocally or in her mind and she was nervous. Still, the thought intrigued her. She’d loved being tied up before but they hadn’t had a chance to try it again. Now she was shivering in anticipation.
Draco stalked over to her and pulled her to his chest, kissing her fiercely. He made his way down her neck to suckle on her breasts, switching back and forth and using his hand to pull and pluck the nipple he wasn’t teasing with his mouth. He fought down the wicked smirk that was trying to break out when she moaned loudly.
He pulled back and turned her around, chuckling darkly at the groan of disappointment she gave. He tied her hair with one of the ropes and threw the rope at the ceiling, fixing it with a sticking charm so it would hold tightly. He then began tying an intricate harness framing her breasts and shoulders and tied it several times in the back so it would hold her weight. He stepped back to admire his handy work.
“Beautiful,” he sighed and kissed her again.
Hermione leaned into the kiss as far as the rope holding her hair would allow her. The feeling of the ropes sliding against her bare skin was causing her to heat up, her juices starting to flow down her legs. She felt Draco scoop them up with a gentle touch of his finger. The sucking noise made her shudder.
“Delicious,” he moaned. He loved how much she was enjoying this. He palmed his erection, trying to sooth the mounting ache. Then he bent her over, caressing her bum and sliding his fingers across her smooth mound, eliciting a soft moan from his wife.
He went as slowly as he could allow himself, tying her wrists and ankles together and then her knees and elbows. Finally, he looped several lengths of rope together and fitted them mid-thigh, bringing them around to her lower back and tying them together with the harness he’d made on her torso. She looked beautiful, glistening in the candle light. Her skin was covered in goose bumps from pleasure.
“Are you ready love?”
“Yes please,” Hermione moaned. She couldn’t wait much longer or she would explode. A squeal escaped her throat as she was lifted up off the floor. The tug of the ropes against her chest and thighs went straight to her core and caused her to gasp.
Draco trembled in excitement. She was so beautiful, hanging there just for him. He held himself back, reverently tracing the ropes and running his fingers over her super sensitive skin. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now? I want to bury myself so far inside you that they can’t separate us anymore.”
“Oh please,” Hermione whimpered. “Please just take me.” She was tired of waiting. The ropes felt delicious against her body and sent little sparks through her. This would be intense, she could tell.
Draco spun her around and kissed her as hard as he could, trying to relay all the emotions he was experiencing at the moment. Love, frustration at being separated, and overwhelming lust combined to almost make him come before he touched her. He pulled back and spun her around, plunging in to the hilt before she could breathe again.
Hermione screamed at the sudden intrusion, loving the feel of him slamming into her over and over again. He didn’t let up, pounding her into her first climax. She called his name in ecstasy but he didn’t let up. He thrust again and again, trying to take her somewhere she’d never been.
He huffed in exertion, trying to hold himself back but was unable to. Her walls fluttered again and her low moan took him over. He cried out in anger and pleasure as his climax overtook him. This wasn’t the way he wanted it to go. He kissed her back and made to get up but was stopped by her soft request.
“Give me your wrist,” Hermione whispered. She wanted so much more and she knew exactly how to get it.
Draco reached around and offered it, his breathing hitched as she sunk her fangs into it. He felt his cock go rock hard and grinned. She licked the wound on his wrist and urged him on with a tantalizing little wiggle of her bum. He obliged her quickly, starting back on his brutal pace from before. She groaned again, weakly calling his name as her third climax washed over her but he wasn’t stopping.
“Do it Draco. Do it now!” Hermione begged, almost in tears from an overload of pleasure.
Draco moaned, sweat dripping off of his body and starting to cause the ropes to shift off of her body. He hunched over her and thrust into her as hard and fast as he could, finally feeling the tingling in his balls again. He bared his fangs and sunk them into her back, carving his initials like he’d seen his godfather do in his peak. She screamed as her walls clamped down on him. He threw his head back and gave a guttural groan, his orgasm overtaking him.
When he gained his breath back, he licked her wounds and turned her around. Her eyes were shut, her breathing shallow. She’d passed out. He grinned as he lovingly undid the ropes and tucked her into bed. This was a night he would remember for a long time.
AN: Hello all. Sorry for my slowness, one of my horses took deathly ill and this is the first chance I've been allowed to breathe. I think she'll pull through though so cross your fingers for me. Answering questions...there is no way Ron would have been killed by being asleep. Magical energy would hardly hurt him...but as you can see, it annoyed the rest of the family. :D And no, this version isn't going to take NEARLY as long as the original DH. I just can't see them wandering around aimlessly for a year, especially since the locket is last. In case anyone missed it, some of the conversations were straight from DH. I love manipulating cannon to fit my own twisted needs. So, next stop, we take out that old toad. Hopefully, things will calm down and I can write. It always seems like there is something, doesn't it? C'est la vie. As always, thank you all so much for reviewing. I read them on my phone outside and it kept my mind off of things. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing and if you find any mistakes. There are probably a few in this one. I'll go back and proof when I get a chance but I wanted to get this one out here before the weekend. Until next time... love you guys.
Alright, so I went back and edited this. Remind me not to post before I do that!
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