Dark Waters of Ecstasy | By : StarlitNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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January passed quickly, from the end of holiday to the thirty-first, students were happy and eager to begin again with classes. Harry and Ron, who had spent a good amount of their break spying on Hermione and Draco by means of the Marauder’s Map, and had discovered that they spent most, if not all, of their time together, came back to school with a vague plan on how to separate the two once and for all.
Midterm exams over, Hermione found herself with more than a bit of free time. She spent most of it with Draco, but couldn’t help shaking the feeling that things had been off since Christmas. Draco was constantly pre-occupied, thinking quietly more than speaking, and he had developed a habit of locking his door every night.
By February, Hermione had gathered the strength and planned out a speech to deliver to Draco. February fourteenth, she decided, missing the meaning of the day altogether. Ron and Harry, however, had other plans. They sent both Draco and Hermione a note, elucidating their desire to never speak to the other again.
Draco-
It’s been fun, but I’m sure that I have better things to do than waste my time with you. I’m sure you’ll find other things to do; remember to study for that Potions test !
-Hermione
Ron had snickered a bit when he wrote the last part- how typically Hermione, Draco had to be convinced. He showed it to Harry, who laughed and shared his.
Hermione-
How could I ever spend time with such a filthy excuse for a witch, I’ll never know. Niceties aside, I will not be speaking to you ever again.
-D.M.
Ron nodded appraisingly, and Harry took the cloak to deposit the letters in the respective rooms during breakfast.
Hermione, picking up her bag and heading to Transfiguration, found her note just after she’d finished her test. Her throat tightened, and she asked Professor McGonagall softly if she may be excused from class. She ran up to her dormitory, disgusted to see Draco’s pale head bent over his book, and even more sickened when he looked up with concern.
“Hermione?” he asked gently, and she ran to her room in tears. Draco had found his note tucked inside his book that morning, and was relieved, if not shattered. But her tears had prompted him to doubt, and he knocked softly on her door before going inside.
“What do you want?” she spat, her face turned away from him and the covers pulled up to her chin. “Come to rub it in? Make fun of the mudblood?”
“What are you talking about?” Draco asked incredulously, crossing to sit next to her on her bed.
“This!” she said, throwing her crumpled note at him. “So why spend more time with her? Go on, get out!”
“Hermione, I didn’t write this,” he said, pulling out his own. “And I’ll wager that you didn’t write this either.” He handed her the neatly folded paper, and watched as her face fell.
“Oh, Draco, who would do this? Who would know?” she turned over and grasped his hand.
“Potter and Weasley, I’d assume,” Draco said with a shrug. “No one else has even the slightest inkling about us.”
“Oh, the Marauder’s Map!” Hermione sighed, “Of course they’d know!” Draco quirked a quizzical eyebrow but did not ask further questions.
“Double Potions, soon, darling,” he prompted instead, “I’ll see you down there.” With a soft kiss, he left her to fix her hair and run cool water over her eyes. She smiled at him when she saw him in the dungeons, and sat as far from Harry and Ron as she could get.
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That night, the two lay intertwined on the couch by the fire, Draco combing his fingers through Hermione’s hair. She sighed softly. Draco had been even more distracted lately, and they’d hardly spoken in the three hours they’d been laying together. Biting her lip, Hermione dove in.
“Draco,” she started softly, watching as his half-lidded eyes came up to meet hers. She sat up, causing Draco to eye her warily. “What’s been going on lately? You’ve been so…distant. I just…I don’t know.” Hermione looked down, her rehearsed speech melting away with nerves. She felt Draco lean back against the arm of the couch and sigh.
“Lucius came to see me over Christmas holiday.”
“You didn’t tell me that!” Hermione said, surprised and just beginning to understand. Draco shrugged.
“He told me Voldemort no longer required me to train to be his successor.” Here, Draco paused, gauging Hermione’s reaction. She was nodding, chewing her bottom lip. He knew she was too smart to think this was all good news. “He’s requiring me to produce an heir, a successor to take my place.”
“Draco, that’s awful! How can your father expect you to give up your child to someone so evil?” Hermione paused. “Who has he chosen?” Draco furrowed his brow.
“Chosen for what?”
“Chosen as, you know, the mother?” Hermione was quiet. Draco sighed and rubbed his fingertips against his temples.
“That’s where it get a bit complicated,” Draco began. “He didn’t choose. I did.” Hermione nodded, standing up as if to leave. Draco grasped her hand to keep her. “He knows about us. You’re the one I chose, so you’re the mother of my heir. Unless, of course…”
“What?” Hermione broke in, her voice quavering. “He, he’d let me? I mean, I’m muggle-born.”
“You’re a very capable witch,” Draco explained. “You more than make up for heritage when it comes to producing an adequate successor. But you don’t have to. I’m sure Lucius could provide me with a hundred girls to choose from, if you don’t want this.”
“No,” Hermione said, her voice soft but sincere. “I want to do this. I want to help you find a way out of this.” Draco looked up, staggered. He stood, clasping both her hands in his.
“You’re sure?” he breathed, pulling her close to him. She nodded, and sealed her promise with a kiss.
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A.N. Chapter six revised.
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