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Chapter 7

After dinner Draco went to his room, thinking he might clear his head from the information his mum had given him. She didn’t say what Lucius plans were, but she did explain how she’d been in contact with Severus. He had apparently been apperating near the villa and speaking with her directly. He was supposed to be by later tonight if he could. Draco had a certain sense of foreboding about seeing Sev. He told himself it was nerves about not getting a plan from Hermione about what they were going to do, when it was in all honesty the thought of speaking about that night. He’d never thought he would feel so angry all over again, but he was seething and listening to the muggle rock band screams was cultivating his emotions in a way he felt was almost like taking a potion. He lay on his back thinking how to start the conversation with his godfather, and his brain clouded with mistrust. The music had just stopped, leaving a thick silence that only comes from hours of loud music, when the door burst open. He snapped up to find his mother looking distressed.

“Dear you’ve got to come down stairs quickly!!” she urged as she was heading down the hall.

“What is it mum…what’s going on?” he questioned as he followed down the dark stairs.

As she turned to silence him the front door creaked open, the outline in the frame sent chills through his bones. Seeing the wide-eyed look on his face she turned to see her husband standing outside the frame, muttering incantations, she assumed were to find any hidden charms. Narcissa grabbed Draco’s arm to stop him hexing his father. She quietly dragged him by the wrist till they reached the pantry in the kitchen, shutting the door behind him she whispered in clipped tones.

“He won’t find us; I’ll explain later just keep quiet and don’t let him touch you.” He looked at her like she was barmy “Trust me Draco; I’m not a first year for Merlin’s sake!”

He nodded getting the feeling the less they spoke the better. Although he knew from when he’d arrived there was at least a silencing charm, but if he walked in he was going to see them. He wouldn’t need to touch them he’d Avada them in seconds. He held his want tight; he had a feeling that he would need it soon, no matter what his mother said. There was light streaming in the window from the moon as they waited in a suffocating silence; the kind that makes a person feel as if they they’ve gone deaf. The kind that you want to talk; just to verify your ears are still working. Then they heard the foot steps travel into the kitchen both looked at each other with identical raised brows. They heard Lucius talking to himself in a sing-song voice that gave Draco chills, but had his mum smiling from ear to ear.

“Narcissa …oh Narcissa……. come out, I know you’re here! You aren’t as clever as you think Sissy, the house elves wouldn’t be going about like everything is okay, if you were dead, would they? If you’d really done it Sissy they’d be unbearable to be around. But their not, didn’t think of that did you Narcissa?”

Draco looked at his mum and could see her rolling her eyes, in an exasperated way that said, she hadn’t thought of that.

“I’ve looked everywhere else, so I know you’re here Narcissa, your only making it worse for the kids”

They looked confused at each other

“That’s right you didn’t think I knew, the mudblood is gone from the Leaky Cauldron and that means Draco’s still following her, if she’s coming to you for protection, he’ll follow, and then what will you do? Kill your own flesh to keep that filth alive? He’s going to take her to the dark Lord Narcissa, and you know what our Lord will do to her. Why not give her to me, let me look after her, surely you’ve heard what’s going on at Hogwarts. At least I will keep her safe, who knows she may prove useful. After all a dead woman can hardly warm a man’s bed.”

Draco went from confused to rage and by the end of Lucius’ speech the contents of the pantry were starting to levitate.

Narcissa put a firm hand on Draco’s shoulder, shaking her head she whispered, “Don’t Draco you’ll give us away, he’s just talking” she implored him. Draco took a few deep breaths to calm down.

The footsteps grew faint and then they heard them creaking up the stairs, the deafening silence returned as they waited.

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“Hermione…..Hermione….Hermione!!” The voice urged her out of her sleep. Rubbing her eyes she rolled over to see Harry standing next to the bed.

”Harry!!” she jumped up and immediately crushed him in a hug. “I’m sorry I must have dozed off. Where’s Ron?” She asked as she let go and started to pull her hair up.

“Honestly I don’t know why, but he didn’t come, he said something about not wasting the energy of apperating all the way to Hogwarts, when only one of us was needed.” Harry was looking around the room, as if taking inventory but Hermione knew better.   He was afraid she would see the lie in his eyes and press for the truth.   So she indulged him, and let it drop.

“So you’re going to Hogwarts then, for what?” she asked as she settled into the wingback chair.

He kept pacing looking distant and preoccupied as he explained. When he finished telling Hermione about the position Lucius Malfoy had been given, (and how he was going to check with McGonagall about what needed to be done to protect the school, for anymore details about Dumbledore’s will and if there was news on Snapes where bouts) he pondered Hermione as if he thought she was a particularly hard potions list. Then just as quickly turned from her and walked to the bed. Hermione eyed him with concern; he was filthy, pale, tired, and needed to shave. His face was covered in stubble that aged him beyond his youth.

He picked up the wooden box and smiled at Hermione with a mischievous grin, which would have put the fae to shame.

“I thought you’d stopped believing it worked after Ron couldn’t get it open, going to let Percy have a try after all?” he teased

“Ha Ha Harry very funny, so what do you want me to do at Hogwarts?” she questioned looking at him pointedly.

She hoped that he would allow the subject to be dropped, while she would tell him about Draco she didn’t want one to be linked with the other.

“And how did you know about what’s going on, Professor McGonagall told me not to bother you with what’s been happing?”

He gave her a questioning look and then put the box back.

“Ron has a contact at the Ministry, keeps us well informed for very little in exchange. You were going to tell me anyway though, right?”

“Of course” she said from the chair “there’s a letter on the bed you should read and …” she paused, although she didn’t know why, but she wasn’t quite ready to tell him about Draco.

“And?”

“I don’t know if I’m going to go back” she didn’t know why it came out, but she realized it was true all the same.

She sat down beside Harry waiting for him to finish reading.

Harry handed her back the letter. Sat silently for a moment and then got up stretching. “I’ve got to get up to the school, McGonagall’s only got the floo open for a bit, and when I get back we’ll talk.”

“You staying?”

“If nothing changes between now and then, of course!” he smiled at her, an exhausted sort of smile.

She smiled back.

“I’ll see you in an hour then” he kissed her forehead and headed into the fire. After he was gone from sight, she flung herself onto the bed wondering why she hadn’t told him. She surmised that he was going to want her to go back to Hogwarts, and she’d considered bringing Draco along to the castle, like a little pet (she laughed out loud at that thought). But now there was no way not to tell Harry, they needed Snape. It wasn’t about her; it was about saving the lives they all enjoyed, and all the freedoms they had. She’d tell him when he got back, she had too.



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The footsteps trailed back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Narcissa sighed. Draco realized they had been in the pantry for over and hour.   What could Lucius possibly be doing, Draco was wondering when the pantry door burst open. Both mother and son pressed their backs into the shelving behind them. Narcissa shook her head at Draco, willing him to do nothing, pleading with her eyes he just trust her. Realizing immediately what ever the enchantment was it was working because they were still alive, and more over Lucius didn’t seem to see them at all.   After he stared in the pantry for a few moments he swore and slammed the door. As he stalked to the door they heard him muttering under his breath “Damned woman maybe she did off herself, stupid bint!”

After they were sure he’d gone they left the pantry. Narcissa went to check the grounds to see if he was truly gone. Draco was heading toward the stairs when he heard the familiar ‘pop’ that meant someone had just apperated outside the front door. Cautiously he opened the door, wand pointed; only to find his Godfather standing in front of him.

“Draco may I come in?” Severus questioned sincerely, to the boy.

“Not like ya haven’t been here before, come in.”

As Severus crossed the threshold he began chatting “Well your mother informed me that no one who knows you’re here is allowed to pass through with out your consent. It’s part of the enchantment.” He stopped when he noticed Draco wasn’t listening.   “Where is you mother?”

“Outside making sure Lucius is gone.” Draco turned to eye him, waiting for the chance to vent some of his frustration.

“Your father was here?”

“Since you’ve missed the owl, I will tell you this once: HE IS NOT MY FATHER, NEVER EVER, CALL HIM THAT AGAIN!” He spat with all the anger he poised and then in an insanely calm voice finished “Or I will hex you to oblivion.”

Draco had headed for his rooms but half was up the stairs turned back.

“Why were you there?”

“What do you mean?” Severus looked bewildered and annoyed “Just now?”

“What were you doing in there “that” night,” Draco paused to make sure they were on the same page. When he saw the acknowledgment in Severus’ eyes, everything came spilling out in a rush. “Mum was passed out already, she didn’t floo you, there’s no way she could have.   What were you doing, why were you there?” his voice was accusing with every syllable.

“Where is this coming from Draco?” Severus asked, not in the mood to have this discussion knowing Narcissa could walk in at any moment.

“I’m not a child anymore, don’t play games with me Severus?” he crossed his arms defiantly.

“This isn’t the time…

“Time? This is the perfect time” he walked down a few steps “I will know now, I’ve waited long enough; I won’t wait a minute longer.” When he finished he was glaring down at his Godfather.

They glared at each other, neither one willing to give, all the while the tension compounding exponentially.

“Severus!” Narcissa gleefully exclaimed coming in from the kitchen, but immediately stopped in her tracks, almost as if she’d ran into the tension its self.

Draco looked at his mother and nodded his goodnight, then went to his room. She didn’t catch the mumbled assurance that it would be continued, if it was the last thing Draco did.

They were both staring after him when the music came screaming out of his room.

“Good to see he’s not out grown his tantrums, I’m so found of them” Severus quipped.

Narcissa simply smiled sweetly at spot where her son had been “Come we’ve got a lot to talk about Severus.”

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Hermione was lying on the bed tracing the lines around the box, when the fire place burst into green flames. She immediately put the box back a top the table and sat up looking expectantly at Harry.

“Bath first?” he asked

“Sure” she said and she led the way down the hall. “I’ll get the soap and towels.”

When she made her way into the bathroom, he was already in the shower, steam billowing from above the curtain.

She stuck her hand through the curtain and handed him the soap.

Laying the towels on the toilet lid, she slid onto the marble counter top. Feeling the cold smooth marble under her hands, black with flecks of jade, that she suspected may just be authentic. She liked the cold, looking down she noticed the tile was of the same marble.

She startled a bit when she heard his voice, tired and scratchy “You getting in?”

Staring at the curtain she sighed

“Is that a yes” he questioned at he poked his head out, and gave her the big eyes treatment.

She’d told her self this part of them was over; when he left she didn’t think they’d have time for this type of thing. And when they did she figured Ron would be around, but he wasn’t. Nothing in life was turning out the way she thought it would. It was getting under her skin.

“Your getting water everywhere” she scolded as she spelled her clothes off, put her wand across the sink next to Harry’s and got in the shower in front of him.

Immediately, Harry began washing her back. “You trying to burn your flesh off?” she questioned as she grabbed the soap and motioned for him to turn around. She noticed the scratches (new) and scars (he’d had for years) and of course the Gryffindor lion on his ass.

He laughed a dark laugh “If only it was that easy J” he turned towards her “ready for it?” he asked as he reached behind her. She tilted her head up and brushed the hair back out of her eyes, and braced herself for it.

Her eyes popped open when the frigid water hit her backside, Harry was smiling from ear to ear. “That never gets old, luv.”

“Really?” and in an instant she was behind him shoving him into the icy spray. She couldn’t stop giggling as his eyes went wide with horror as he looked down, and so did she.

“That’s what you get for having to take such extreme showers” she said bossily and climbed out and began to dry herself. She didn’t see Harry roll his eyes behind her. When she heard the water stop she handed his towel over the curtain.

“So you hungry?” she asked as she spelled her hair dry in lose flowing curls.

“Actually now that I think about it ya, you think we should?” he asked as he stepped out of the shower towel around his waste.

“Frankly I don’t give a shit what we should do; I’m hungry too, do it!”

It was cooler than Hermione had anticipated and she sat on the roof shivering in a Hoodie and boy shorts, since Harry was going to get the food she didn’t bother putting on pants. While they waited Harry told her about the information McGonagall had given him on Lucius, it was as she expected, he’d cut a deal with the ministry but no one on their side knew what it was yet. They had put every precaution they could in place to keep the students safe, Harry didn’t seem to think it would hold in the end, but what could he do. Then he got quiet and began playing with the tear in the knee of his jeans.

“What is it J?” She asked as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“You really don’t want to go back?” looking down into the square.

“Not really, what am I going back to, nothings going to be the same. No Dumbledore, no you, no Ron, no houses, and no…..…..” she sighed “It’s not going to be our Hogwarts, not even close.”

“I understand that, I like to tell myself if I had a choice I would go back, but I just don’t know how true that is. I just never imagined you wouldn’t want to go back, I hadn’t planned on that.” He looked down at his feet.

“What so I have to, is that what you’re saying” she was pushing on him so he’d look at her.

“I didn’t say that J, you can do whatever you want, I just hadn’t considered this possibility at all. With you as Head Girl I thought that I’d be able to keep tabs on what was really going on, what Lucius is up to, that’s all. You have to make your choices for yourself.”

She lit up another cigarette, taking her mind off how cold her bum was. what was she going to do? She still hadn’t told Harry about Malfoy. And what would happen when she did, would Draco leave her too, off with the men making sure things got destroyed or found or whatever they had to do alone. Harry stood up and she realized the delivery boy had arrived in the square. Harry jumped off the eastside of the roof, onto the neighboring roof; from there he would apperate down to the square. It was the only way, you couldn’t apperate off or out of Number 12 it’s self.    They’d done it before in the dead of night, when they desperately wanted Chinese. She flicked her smoke over the front of the building hoping to hit Harry in the head. She watched as Harry walked to the door on Number 13, waited for the boy to ride away and then he was gone. In a matter of seconds he landed on the roof with a sack of take out.

After crawling back into the attic she turned to take the food from Harry.

”Always forget how nice the view is from back here” he teased

“Give it here.” she demanded

When they reached Hermione’s room they spelled the door shut, out of habit mostly, but you never knew who would come through headquarters and she didn’t want to explain what Harry was doing here to anyone. Then Harry turned the twin bed into an identical remake of the boy’s dorm beds, hangings and all. He opened the curtains and Hermione set down the sacks crawled in and began to unpack their dinner.

“You’d think you’d come up with something different after all these years” she accused after had closed the hangings and she’d handed him his food.

“What? Now you don’t like it, I’m hurt J” he mocked.

It was just like his at Hogwarts had been, king size bed with quilts and blankets and pillows, loads of pillows. It was a nice bit of spell work he’d managed after getting the idea from the Weasley’s borrowed tent. It even still smelled the same, it smelled like home. And that thought made her smile, a genuine smile.

They ate in silence. Like they always did, it was just the two of them no reason to keep up formalities.

When Hermione could eat no more she handed the box to Harry.

He finished it, like he always did.

She spelled away the trash like she always did.

And the both lay back content and stuffed; both feeling more at peace with the world than they had in months.

Then Harry was lying next to her propped on his elbow staring into her eyes.

“I miss you” his hand was running up her leg.

“I miss you too J, it’s been awful without you around, almost like I’m invisible.” She stopped his hand and held it silently to her stomach.

“How’s Gin holding up?” he asked as he played with her fingers

“Fine actually, acts as if she just passing time till your back, kinda envy her that way”

“I wouldn’t, I should have told her I never loved her, it would have at gotten it through that pretty little head of hers.”

“Please” said Hermione sitting up and looking very seriously into Harry’s eyes “You were nice and honest, and it’s not your fault you didn’t love her like she loved you stop beating yourself up, at least you didn’t keep her waiting around for nothing” she finished daring him to argue.

He just shrugged his shoulders and put his hands behind his head.

“So how’s Ron?” she asked changing the subject. “Tell me why he didn’t come, the truth J”

Sighing he told her everything. About the girl at the ministry who was leaking them info because of who Ron was and what Ron was giving in return. About how Harry felt even more alone because Ron thought the cheap sneak was the love of his life.

“You know how he gets J” he finished solemnly.

“Yeah I do, but you’ll always have me, no matter what or whom comes or goes.” She laid her head on his bare chest as he held her.

By this point in life they had stopped discussing what was going on with them. Years of arguing and fighting it, made two things clear. They couldn’t stop and they didn’t want to. They were the only unconditional love each other had. Neither ever expected anything from the other and both loved completely. They were filling holes, needs, and maybe it wasn’t healthy, because they weren’t ‘in’ love with each other. They would never be more than best friends never be more than what this was. But in the simplest terms it was love. Something they both needed and found in each other. They had never tried to explain it to anyone because they knew better, no one would understand. Not until they had actually lived Hermione and Harry’s lives. They had just accepted it and learned to count it a blessing instead of a curse. That is when they had the tattoos done.

“What’s with the hoodie, your making me sweat, take it off” he said as he began tugging it over her head.

He was not shocked when he saw her naked breast tumble out from under it, just pleasantly surprised.

“No pretty matching knickers tonight?”

“No, sorry lazy and all that” she was tugging his jeans off his hips. When they hit the floor she looked up at his hip bone right below the cut of his abdomen, and ran her fingers down along it till she reached the letter inked there, and she began to trace it.

“Hey, are you starting with out me?” he poked her cheek with his cock which was now rigid. She laughed.

“Course not, luv” she nearly moaned, she could feel the magic pulsing through her finger tips.

At that moment Harry pushed her onto her back. And pinched her nipples causing her to gasped and squirm wanting more. Then he kissed her skin all over, and after that went back to his pinching. It was a routine he had perfected over time. When he knew neither one of them could handle anymore he pulled down her silk boy shorts just below her hip till he saw what was his. A matching tattoo, it was the letter J their middle initial, it was enchanted so that only they could see them, no one else would ever know. Half way up flames engulfing the J and above that was air circling it.   Hermione said fire couldn’t exist with out air. For Harry, Hermione was his air. Something you didn’t have to think about, it just came naturally like breathing.

He straddled her so she would have access to his, and instantly he felt her warm tongue tracing the symbol. He quivered with need, he’d waited months for this, and his whole body was tense with anticipation.

He traced her tattoo with his tongue, over and over he traced, as he'd done many times before. Then waited for her magic to blur his senses, it had never failed him before. As he felt her tense under him he knew they were almost there. His heart raced, his vision blurred, he couldn’t see anything, and his whole body was numb. He wasn’t even sure if his tongue was still moving on her mark. He felt her lapping at his with renewed ferocity, and he doubled his efforts.   He looked down toward her face just in time to see her eyes roll back in her head. One last swipe of his tongue and he collapsed next to her. Too caught up in the ecstasy to know if the blue light glowing beyond his eyelids was real or hallucinated, and before he could care, he passed out too.
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