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Until Again	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15444 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
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A/N: If you have not read the books the next chapter will be extremely confusing. I am sticking strictly with what happens in them and am only adding scenes that may have happened behind the scenes.
As a re-cap in case you’re rusty on what happens at the end of the sixth novel:
~Harry and Dumbledore take off to find the locket
~Rosmerta had been Imperioused by Draco do his bidding including telling him information
~ Before Harry leaves on the mission with Dumbledore he leaves Ron and Hermione with the Felix Felicis and instructions to follow Draco and Snape because he and Professor Trelawney overheard Draco celebrating on the seventh floor
~Ron and Ginny follow Draco to the Room of Requirement but are thwarted by him using Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder and are unable to follow him
~Luna and Hermione sit outside of Snape’s office to watch him and when Professor Flitwick runs to Snape to bring him to help into the battle above Snape comes out telling the girls the professor has fainted and to care for him
~Draco admits to Dumbledore his hand with Katie, Ron, and Rosmerta and the fact that Fenrir Greback was not supposed to be on scene
Hope this helps, if anything else is confusing, consult the book. I tried to stay as true to it as possible.
***
Hermione felt like she was losing her mind.
The weeks and months flew by her in a haze while she scrambled to grab hold onto each new problem, each terrifying discovery.
The Horcruxes, the Prince book, the Apparition test, Harry stalking Draco…
And Draco looking gaunter than ever, his eyes seeking her out less and less, his absences in class and at meals. It was exceedingly dangerous for them to meet now that Harry was watching him constantly, Ron even admitting that Harry slept with the map at night. She’d only chanced a quick meeting once during a Quiddich practice when she knew he’d be occupied, but the meeting had been hurried and not at all as if he remembered their Christmas together.
Then the terror that struck through her standing next to Ron as he lie still and silent in the hospital bed, knowing what may have happened if Harry hadn’t read that stupid Prince book. Her anger had waned; she couldn’t stand not having Ron by her side. She loved him still. Maybe not in the same way as Draco, but in a safer, more innocent way. She felt more whole now that the three of them could spend time together again.
And then reality struck once more.
It was evening and she was sitting in the common room worrying her hands as Ron told her how Harry had come crashing in begging for his potions book, covered in blood…
Time stood still when Harry burst in minutes later, white and shaking, still covered in blood, and recounted what had happened, his eyes wide in fear. Terror seeped through her body as she repeatedly asked how he was, if Draco had made it, all that blood on Harry…
She knew she was picking a fight, knew she was making the others livid, acting the Devil’s Advocate, but she couldn’t stop herself. Anger at Harry such as she’d never felt before flared up inside her and it took all of her will to stamp it down lest they become suspicious.
Her fury, fear, and worry caused her to snap and she did something she had never done before in her life.
While the other three were busy abusing her and arguing about the book she took their lack of attention and slipped her hand into Harry’s bag which was resting near her left foot and curled her hands around the two items in the front pocket she knew would be there. Using the Invisibility Cloak to her advantage, she hid the map beneath it and pushed both underneath the side table next to her on the pretext on scratching her ankle. She waited until everyone was in their beds, her heart pounding, wondering if Harry would notice, and snuck down to the empty common room to fish the cloak and map out. She couldn’t chance Harry seeing her on the map that night or anyone catching her where she was going. She slipped out of the portrait hole and stood still as the Fat Lady roused and slowly fell back to sleep, unaware of what had woken her. Dashing through the halls she tore up to the hospital wing and eased silently into the room where a lone bed was occupied, soft moonlight filtering over bright blonde locks. Assessing her surroundings and pressing her ear against the office where Madam Pomfrey was snoring loudly, she crept to his side.
He looked wretched, skeletal, pale, his normally shiny strands limp and oily as if he had not been taking care of himself. She saw a bright red ugly mark across his cheek and down his chest where the blanket did not cover it, a clear goo making the slash stand out.
Not able to help herself she brushed his long hair off his forehead, her fingers lingering against his cool skin. She exhaled in relief. He was alive. Surely sore, but breathing and healing.
She gasped when his eyes snapped open and his hand came out, reaching up to her own and yanking her down onto him with a snarl.
“Shhh, Draco, it’s okay, it’s alright!” she cried as he attempted to pin her, his actions far too weak. He started to yell but she untangled a hand and slapped it over his mouth, yanking down the cloak from her face.
“Draco, it’s me, shh!” she hushed, shuddering at the terrifying look in his glazed eyes. “It’s alright, it’s me, you’re safe.”
Shock overtook the bloodlust in his gaze and he shot back away from her, banging against the headboard, shouting, and causing a ruckus.
“Draco, calm down, it’s a cloak,” she explained, removing it from the rest of her body only to dive back beneath it when the nurse crashed into the room.
“Mister Malfoy, are you alright?” she asked, hurrying over.
“I’m fine, I’ve told you you damnable woman now leave me the hell alone!” he growled, picking up a water glass beside him and chucking it at her.
Huffing, she threw up her hands and turned on her heel, cursing as Hermione had never heard her do. She slammed the door shut behind her, going on about “that ungrateful beast.”
Heart pounding at her close call she waited a few seconds to be sure the woman wouldn’t return before pulling down the cloak once more and casting a Mufflatio! on the office door. Rage filled Draco’s features.
“What the hell are you trying to do, get yourself murdered?” he snapped. “If I’d had my wand-”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, I wasn’t going to wake you at all, I just had to see you-”
“And get us both caught? Where the hell did you get that thing?” he asked, nodding at the cloak.
“I’m not going to answer that,” she muttered, slightly miffed at his behavior.
“Fair enough,” he said with a curt nod. “Why are you here?”
“You know why, I had to see you, be sure you’re alright.”
“I’m certain the headmaster would have informed you by now if your precious Potter’s spell had done its job properly,” he answered bitterly.
She paled. “Oh, Draco, I’m so sorry, he didn’t mean-”
“Don’t you dare defend that sonofabitch to me!” he growled menacingly. “If Snape hadn’t shown up when he did I’d be DEAD!”
She started, this animalistic demeanor frightening her. “I know, I’m not defending him, I swear! What he did was wrong, very, very wrong, and you have every right to be angry. I was so frightened when he told us, Draco, you have no idea! But you have to know that he had no idea what that spell would do or else he never would have used it! He’s not a murderer!”
“Could have fooled me! Do you see this?” He sat up fully with an obvious grimace showing the deep wound extending from his belly up his chest and neck and onto the right cheek. “Do you have any idea what it is like lying in a pool of your own blood, not able to move, knowing you’re going to die in a girl’s bathroom to your sworn enemy?”
Tears sprang to her eyes as the reality of the situation crashed down upon her. If Professor Snape hadn’t been there…
His gaze softened when he saw her reaction and went to cover himself back up, but she stopped him, wanting to see. Her hands trembled as she touched his chest on either side of the gash, far enough away to not cause him pain and a muffled sob escaped her tightly sealed lips.
“I don’t know what I’d do if…” She sniffed, and tried to control herself, knowing he needed her to be strong.
He sighed, his head falling back and his face lifting to the ceiling. “Fuck, Hermione.”
And finally, after months of wondering if he still felt the same, he dragged her into his arms and she broke down, overcome with emotion.
“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” she apologized for her friend. “He didn’t know, I swear, and it was s-stupid, so stupid, but he wouldn’t, and you have every r-right to be angry and h-hate him and hate m-me-”
“Stop,” he shushed gently, stroking her hair. “You know I don’t hate you. I know I’ve been a right prat lately but nothing has changed with us. I’ve just been…busy. It’s not your fault what Potter did and I trust you if you say he didn’t know what the spell meant, the bloody idiot. But you can’t ask me to forgive him.”
“I w-won’t, I understand,” she said, so happy for his reassuring words. “I’ve just missed you so much and then this…”
“Shh, I’m fine, alright? Now quit crying, I can’t stand how much you Gryffindors blubber over every damn thing.”
She shot up to yell at him but recognized the mischievous glint in his eye. “You’re evil, you,” she said, but couldn’t help the lifting of the corners of her mouth. “Careful now or I’ll curse you too and you know damn well I know what the spells are!”
He chuckled then winced in pain and her hands fluttered, trying to get him to lay back, stammering about pain potions and hugging him too tight.
“Get off me you blasted witch!” he cried good humoredly. “Merlin, between you and that vulture in there I’ll be smothered to death by morning!”
“Being as big of an arse as you are you’re lucky to get help at all!”
Grinning, he captured her lips and dragged her back to him, plundering. “Gods, I’ve missed you,” he groaned, grabbing her hand and placing it on his already throbbing erection. “Take care of me, Nurse Granger?”
She gasped. “Draco, you’re horrible, not in here!”
He groaned in misery, keeping her hand in place and lifting into it. “That old hag won’t be back and I’ve missed you. Besides, how can you deny me when I so nearly lost my life?”
“Draco!” she gasped. “You’re terrible, you can’t possibly-”
“Oh I can,” he said, taking her lips again. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her at his eagerness as it had been far too long for her as well. Propriety warred within her as it often did when confronted with him but she quickly lost the battle as his hand snuck up her skirt and rubbed her over her panties.
“Already wet for me, good girl,” he breathed, circling her clit, making her jump. Her hand was now moving of its own accord over the sheet and his other hand sought her sweater clad breast. “Gods, I’ve spent too many nights thinking about you.”
She nodded, too overcome already to form the words. Her hips rose jerkily against him and she yanked off his sheet, needing to feel that silky flesh as she began to pump him, making him as crazy as she was. She glanced to the office but he brought her attention back to him by sneaking his fingers beneath her skirt and driving them into her. She gasped, startled at how much that small movement affected her. It had definitely been too long.
But she could see already how tired he was from their short interaction and knew also she wouldn’t be able to deter him. Knowing she needed to make it quick so as to keep him in as little pain as possible, she shoved his hand aside and bent over, taking him fully into her mouth and making him hiss and buck against her.
“Merlin, Hermione!” he moaned. She knew now what he liked and she gave it to him, loving how he jerked when she swirled her tongue over his head. Only when he was nice and worked up did she stand and remove her panties, dropping them to the floor, still listening for the nurse. She pressed him back gently and straddled him, knowing how much he loved when she did this. He groaned like a dying man as she lowered herself slowly onto him, letting him feel every centimeter of her tight passage. She bit her lip at the feel of him stretching her, the tight pinch that told her how long she’d waited.
When she was fully sheathed she leaned forward and plucked at his lips wantonly, his hands coming to her thighs, reaching around to her backside to enjoy the feel.
“No one in this world knows what a devil you are except for me,” he said, giving her bottom a squeeze as she rolled her hips around, feeling him at every angle. She pulled up her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts, loving how his eyes lit up when he looked at her.
She took him quickly, wishing she could stay there forever but knowing that he was much more exhausted than he let on. She rode him, his hands helping her pound onto him, bouncing, slamming harder onto him with every stroke.
“Oh, fuck love, that’s it, just like that,” he panted, sweat beading at his brows. She felt him thrusting against her sweet spot and even as she tried to focus on his pleasure could feel her own mounting. She couldn’t help the moans that fell from her as she braced herself on his headboard, smacking back down onto him, loving the sounds that reverberated through the empty room.
“Fuck yes, that’s it, come on love, come with me-”
At his words it crashed through her and she tightened around him, milking him, making him howl as he slammed her down onto him, shoving him violently over the edge.
As her orgasm waned she slowed her movements and longed to rest against him but could see the pain behind his eyes. Instead, she lifted herself off him and cleaned them both with a wave of her wand and took a seat beside him. She didn’t fuss, didn’t lecture him, though it burned through her to do so, she simply grabbed the potion sitting on his table and pressed it into his hand, leaning down to kiss his sweaty brow.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, brushing his hair from his face, stroking his cheek.
“And I you.”
“Sleep now,” she breathed, kissing him long and hard. “I’ll check on you tomorrow.”
He shook his head, holding her hand to his cheek. “Don’t. It’s too dangerous now. Don’t seek me out. I’m glad you came tonight but do not owl me, do not try to see me. Promise me.”
The darkness that overcame him frightened her. She looked at him, searching his face for answers.
“Draco…”
He shook his head and she knew. She could feel the tears welling again but told herself to hold them back, swallowing hard. She leaned down for one last kiss and he held her a little too hard, a little too long.
She broke, she couldn’t help it. She knew whatever it was he had to do it was close at hand and a harsh sob escaped against his lips. He said nothing just pulled her tighter, stroking her tears away. When he finally pulled her away, his hands in her hair, his pained eyes bored into her.
“No matter what may come.”
She nodded, the tears blurring his face, and kissed his palm, looking at him for just one moment before leaving quickly, whipping the cloak over her as she ran, not sure of where she was going, bursting into an empty classroom where she cast a quick silencing spell and wailed into the night.
***
Infuriated once again at Harry’s insistence about the Half-Blood Prince being a male even after she’d showed him the article, Hermione stomped her way up to the library. She’d had about as much as she could take of that boy lately; he was driving her right mad!
And though she should be used to it by now, she cried out in fear as an invisible arm shot out and grabbed her elbow, dragging her into a broom closet.
“Shh, it’s me.”
“Of course it is,” she huffed as she straightened herself, trying to find footing in the cluttered space. Her indignation was short lived however when she looked into his face and the bottom dropped out from her stomach.
“Draco, no…”
“It’s going to be tonight,” he said roughly. He looked worse that she’d ever seen him, sick, his features twisted.
“What is? Draco, please-”
“No, listen to me, there isn’t much time,” he said, grabbing her shoulders a little too rough, the expression on his face too wild. “Get out. Don’t trust anyone. Just get out of here.”
“I will not!” she snapped, her fury rising. “Whatever it is you intend to do I will fight with the rest of them! I will fight you, Draco!”
“Stop!” he cried as she shoved his arms away, grabbing for her wand. He tackled her, pinning her arms so she couldn’t curse him. “Look at me, look at me!”
“No, Draco, I thought you had changed, I thought maybe, after everything, but you haven’t. And I can’t let you do this!”
“Hermione, stop fighting, listen to me!”
Her struggles were useless, even as ill as he looked he was much too strong and he overtook her easily even as she kicked and bucked, attempting to throw him off. With buckets and mops and bottles falling around them they wrestled and she screamed in utter agony knowing that the man she loved was trying to murder her friends and she was the only one who knew, the only one who could stop him…
They ended up on the floor somehow, Hermione on her back, her arms twisted over her head, his rough hands gripping her wrists tight and his strong thighs on either side of her hips, pinning her down. She was sobbing, she realized, and looked up at him through streaming eyes and plastered hair.
“Please, whatever it is you’ve done, please…”
“Listen to me, Hermione,” he panted. “You’re wrong. I have changed. Everything’s changed. But it’s more complicated than that.”
“You could stop this, whatever it is, you could just stop and come to our side, we’ll protect you!” she sobbed.
“I couldn’t stop this even if I tried, it’s already done, it’s been building all year. I’ve done all I can to be sure you guys will be alright. Dumbledore will be leaving tonight; he often takes a drink down in Hogsmead. There are extra guards patrolling, several members of the Order will be stationed. I’ll be alerted as soon as he enters Hogsmead, it will happen then. Make sure everyone is ready, but not until then. You mustn’t blow your cover, you know nothing. Do you understand?”
“No, Draco, I don’t, what is going to happen, what have you done?” Fear such as she’d never known was crawling through her as she realized that she’d severely underestimated her opponent. This was sounding so much bigger than she’d ever imagined…
He sighed, his eyes closing beneath the weight of his deeds. “Death Eaters will be here tonight. There is something I must do and they are here as my guard to be sure it gets done. I won’t tell you what, you’ll find out soon enough. The only thing I am going to tell you is to find Snape. Find Snape. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” she breathed, the enormity of what he’d just told her stealing her voice. “But, why-”
He shook his head. “I can’t, I can’t tell you, please don’t make me,” he croaked. “I’m doing everything I can and I know it’s not enough but it’s all I can do.”
He was holding back tears as well and Hermione knew that what he was saying was true. He had changed; he was trying to help them. In doing so he was putting his life on the line. If she stopped him now it might be his death sentence. Whatever terrible thing was put in place, it had to ride out. She just had to be sure to protect those she loved and the rest of the children in this school while it happened.
She took a deep breath, not knowing if what she was doing was right or wrong. She was completely torn, but it was time for action, and she had to choose.
“Alright, Draco,” she relented. “I told you before that I trust you and we are in your hands. It stands now. I will do everything I can to help you and help us, but I won’t do anything to put you in danger. I won’t say anything, I swear. What do you want me to do when I find Professor Snape?”
“Nothing, do not let him know you are following him. Just trust him, do as he says. Promise me.”
She nodded. “Okay. I promise.”
He sighed, relief evident as he leaned his sweaty brow against hers. “Thank you. I’m so sorry about everything.”
“It’s not your fault, you didn’t ask for this,” she replied, esaing her hands out to wrap them around his neck. “I know you’ll do the right thing tonight. I know what you have on the line. Take care of yourself; take care of your family. I’ll take care of the rest.”
He nodded and shuddered. “I’m so scared.”
“Oh, Draco.” She enfolded him in her embrace as tremors racked through his body. “So am I.”
They held each other for an infinite moment before he pulled them to a seated position. “I have to go.”
She nodded once more, not trusting her voice and kissed him deeply, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time.
“Be safe,” he whispered. “I don’t know what will happen to me after tonight, but don’t seek me out. I will contact you.”
He took something gold and shiny out of his pocket and pressed it into her hand. “Keep this with you, wherever you go. I will call for you when it is safe. Never forget us.”
She looked down at the galleon in her hand and her eyes widened. It was exactly like the ones she had made for the D.A.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. “Wait a minute after I leave then head straight back to your common room. Do not leave until it is time. You’ll know.”
She nodded jerkily, throwing herself in his arms, needing to feel him one last time. She breathed in his scent, memorized the feel of his arms. He pulled her away gently and kissed her.
“Until next time.”
“Until then.”
He pressed one last kiss to her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers, and then he was gone and she collapsed in grief.
***
“Stay with Flitwick, Luna!” Hermione cried, shaking, staring at her immobile professor. “I’m going to get help!”
She had tried for so long to rouse him but nothing had worked. She’d done what Draco had said, she’d stayed outside Snape’s office when the four of them split up, wishing she could be upstairs with Ron waiting for Draco…but she’d done as she’d promised. And when Snape had told her and Luna to take care of their professor, she’d followed his orders.
But something was wrong. Very, very wrong. He hadn’t fainted, he’d been hexed, she was sure of it. Why, she didn’t know, but she had to find out.
The battle was raging above, she could hear the sounds echoing down the stairs, knew her friends were up there, fighting for their lives and she couldn’t sit here any longer trying to take care of Professor Flitwick, his need was out of her hands now. But he was breathing steadily, a good sign.
As she raced up to the main hall she heard panicked voices on the steps, voices she recognized all too well…
“-had trusted me-”
“-not with her life, you swore-”
“And how many others, Draco?” Snape screamed as they hit the hall, aiming for the door.
“What was I supposed to-”
“Draco,” she breathed, unbelieving, her knees weak. She wasn’t even sure if she’d made a sound but he snapped around, his eyes wild with fear.
He yanked himself out of Professor Snape’s grasp and ran to her.
“Draco, we must go, now!” Snape screamed wildly, striding after him as Draco threw himself into her arms, not seeming to care that their professor was witnessing the entire display.
“Forgive me,” he panted, his eyes full of terror. “Forgive me.”
“Draco, what happened, where are you-”
“We do not have time, Draco, we must leave, now, the Carrows-”
“Get back down to the dungeons,” Draco cried, pushing her back from where she came. “Stay there, stay hidden-”
But she fought him, scared of his maniacal behavior. “No, Draco, what’s happening, tell me-”
But Snape was upon them, tearing him away, dragging him towards the door, the fear in his black eyes jolting through Hermione.
“I believe I told you to stay with Professor Flitwick, Miss Granger! Go, at once-”
“Please, Hermione, listen to us, go!” Draco begged as he fought the stronger man. “Please-”
“Come, Draco, run!” Snape was screaming as howls of laughter sang overhead. “Granger, back to my office immediately!” He flung out his wand and she was flying back, her body smacking against the wall.
Confused, terrified, she started back towards Draco, who was still being pulled backwards, his hands fighting the grip Snape had on him. “Draco-”
“I love you,” he mouthed before Snape flicked his wand once more. She screamed as the door behind her gave way and she fell back into the dungeons, the door snapping closed. She cried in fear and horror, scrambling back up to the door and pulling on the handle, but it was locked.
She tried every spell she could think of, kicked and punched and shoved and swore, but the door wouldn’t budge. Tears streaming down her face she gripped the handle with both hands and slid to her knees, her forehead leaning against the unyielding wood.
“I love you, too.”
***
It was hours later as Hermione watched the dawn break across the grounds, shivering against the window in her dormitory. She couldn’t even process the events of the night let alone set them aside long enough to sleep.
Dumbledore was dead. That was Draco’s mission all along. To kill Dumbledore. But he hadn’t done it. Harry had admitted himself that Draco was lowering his wand, he was coming to their side-
She bit back yet another sob, her firsts clenching and her body folding in on itself in silent agony as she didn’t want to wake the others in her dorm. She rocked herself knowing how close he’d been to safety, how only a few more moments and he would have been whisked away, safe and sound, hidden with maybe even the Weasleys where he would be protected and taken care of. Where she could see him, help him, be with him…
But now he was gone, Snape had stolen him away. Snape had killed Dumbledore. And he’d taken Draco.
Had it all been part of a plan gone terribly wrong? Had Harry missed something, heard something wrong? He had a foul demeanor, but hadn’t Dumbledore trusted him?
And now Draco was gone and she had no idea what would become of him, if he would be tortured for Snape having to step in, possibly even murdered for failure…
No, she couldn’t think like that. He was fine. He had to be. She couldn’t lose him.
And yet guilt ate at her. Could she have stopped all of this long ago? Could she be the reason Dumbledore was dead? Could she have prevented this horrible night from happening, saved Dumbledore, prevented Bill’s injuries?
She hugged herself closer, uncertainty digging its claws into her consciousness. Without Dumbledore their side was heavily wounded. He was the only one who knew about the Horcruxes. And now he was gone. And Harry made she and Ron swear to keep them a secret. And now it was the three of them against Voldemort. Three children who were still learning, who were unsure and frightened and one of which was undoubtedly a traitor.
She swore to herself that night that no matter what happened from here on out, that she would do anything in her power to help their side. It was her life, her friend’s lives, on the line. What would happen to her if Voldemort won? Best case scenario she would have her wand snapped and be an outcast. Worst, she didn’t even want to think about. And yet mere hours ago, she’d allowed Death Eaters to enter her school, attack her friends, put hundreds of lives at stake for her own selfishness.
Never again.
Resolute, she stared into the night and clenched the silent coin tight in her fist, her heart a few steps behind her head.
***
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