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Never Mine	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I opened my mouth to explain to Ginny, but the words wouldn't come. How could I sit here talking when even now Draco may be dead?
"Is it about Malfoy? Did you find him?" she asked perceptively, her eyes darting between mine as if she could read the pain behind them. I nodded, my head swimming at the motion.
"I have to get to him," I said, swallowing the bile in my throat.
Ginny nodded. "Alright, let's go."
…
Two months, one week and two days earlier…
"Any luck?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking up from the sock she was darning. I smiled wanly.
"Some. Have a good night, Mrs. Weasley."
"You too, dear. And please tell the boys to go to bed at a decent hour."
McGonagall looked up from a letter she had been writing when I stepped out of the fire, her eyes tired, wisps of graying hair escaping her usually tight bun. "Any news, Miss Granger?"
I hesitated. "Nothing new, just did some Runes and Charms."
She nodded curtly. "You may go."
Telling myself I was doing the right thing by not telling her of Malfoy's malady, I hurried from her office and took my time walking back to the common room, chiding myself.
I had to stop losing my temper. How was I ever going to win Malfoy over if I was slapping him every other session? I needed to get back to that endlessly patient Hermione Granger I'd been before this stupid war. Granted, it would be infinitely easier if he didn't always have to be such an impossibly egotistical prick.
I shook myself. It didn't matter how he chose to act, I was better than my actions earlier. This was nothing compared to what Ron and I had put up with all of fifth year with Harry's endless mood swings. Maybe a touch more violent, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. All I had to do was earn his trust, get him to spill his secrets to me. And who hadn't? Everyone came to me with their problems. I carried everyone's weight on my shoulders because I was the only one who could handle it. I was sympathetic and understanding, hell, I'd even gotten Moody to talk to me about his day. Malfoy didn't stand a chance.
Feeling much more centered, I entered the Gryffindor common room hoping Ron and Harry would still be down at the pitch, but they were both sitting by the fire building a house of cards with Ron's Exploding Snap deck.
"C'mon, Harry, we haven't got all night," Ron egged his friend on. Tongue between his teeth, the two held their breath as Harry gently leaned his card against another at the top of the deck creating a shelf for Ron to add to. They both sighed in relief and I chuckled, going to their sides.
"Oi, where've you been?" Ron asked, rolling his card between his fingers as he decided on his next move. I eyed Harry who looked back at me unsympathetically and shrugged. I had been hoping he would tell Ron and spare me our friend's wrath. Evidently, he felt it was my duty as I had started this all in the first place.
I waited for Ron to add his card before I began in a low voice so only they could hear me. Harry had just placed his card in position when Ron screamed "WHAT?" and jumped up, his knees colliding with the table and sending the cards plummeting where they exploded and shot around the room like missiles. I ducked, pulling my bag over my head which had been in my hands in case this happened while shrieks sounded around the room.
Sighing, I looked up once the danger had passed, several Gryffindors now bellowing at Ron after being hit by stray cards. He responded with a very rude hand gesture and Harry retrieved the cards with a quick Summoning Charm, not looking at me. Ron, however, towered over me, fuming.
"Hermione, are you MAD?"
"Ron, will you please keep your voice down?" I implored, glancing around us. "No one can know!"
"This. Is. In. Sane!" Ron hissed, his ears going red though his voice thankfully lowered several decibels. "You really think Malfoy is going to spill his guts to you about dear old dad?"
"We aren't talking about just what Lucius Malfoy is up to," I attempted to explain. "I told you, Malfoy knows something, something big. If we can just get him comfortable enough-"
"Comfortable? Hermione, are you listening to yourself? He is a Death Eater!"
"Ron!" I snapped warningly and he conceded, wedging himself between Harry and me so that he could continue to berate me in whispers while Harry cast a quick Muffliato! around us in case he blew up again.
"He's dangerous!" he continued, his face inches from mine. "I bet he's right in with You-Know-Who's inner circle! You honestly think he's going to, what, cozy up to you and tell you everything they've been doing?"
"Well, yes, that's the plan, essentially."
He looked at me disgustedly. "The whole Order's gone daft, I'm telling you. Why not just pour a bottle of Veritaserum down his throat?"
"That won't work against him," I reminded impatiently. "Don't you remember when we captured Dolohov and tried to question him? Voldemort's made sure that none of his followers can spill his secrets by magical methods anymore, not after Barty Crouch Jr. No, Malfoy has to tell us of his own accord."
"So, what are you going to do?" he asked scathingly. Then his eyes narrowed. "You're not going to shag it out of him, are you?"
"What?" I sputtered.
"Ron, come off it!" Harry snapped, smacking him on the back of the head. "I realize you're angry, but you have no right to insult Hermione like that! Do you really think she would sink to that level?"
I didn't say anything. I was offended that Ron would think so low of me, but a part of me knew I had no reason to be. Hadn't I already kissed him?
Cowering beneath our glares, he looked away and muttered, "I was just asking…"
With all the patience I could muster, I explained the rest of the situation and listened to their warnings and moanings until that patience had run thin. Bidding them goodnight, I entered my empty dormitory, my chest squeezing as it did every time I saw the hollow room. With a flick of my wand I extinguished the fire down to embers and conjured two candles, lit them, and set one where each of their beds had been. Even though Lavender wasn't dead, I knew it was likely I would never see her again. She would have gone into hiding with the rest of her family as she'd threatened to do so many times. Kneeling on the floor I said my goodnights as per usual and with a heavy heart I dragged myself to bed where nightmares beckoned.
The next day was hellish. The Prophet reported another mass breakout from Azkaban. It was a wonder they had stayed in so long, the Death Eaters had taken control of the prison for all intents and purposes months ago, the actual Ministry members were merely there as a formality and likely to leak information from.
Lessons dragged, mealtimes were torture with the loud children and bright lights. I staggered through as much homework as I could before patrol and when I finally entered the empty common room, I did some more.
And always, always, I thought about Malfoy.
Could his injuries have anything to do with the reason the Death Eaters wanted him back? Though it seemed unlikely, it was definitely something I needed to consider. It wasn't exactly a secret that they tortured their fellow followers for mistakes, but what if Malfoy's mistake had led him to fleeing? What if that mistake was big enough to warrant direct attention from Voldemort? Was that the reason he had agreed to join us, for protection? Merlin knew he didn't do it for the medical care…
Lack of sleep and constant wallowing compounded into a migraine that dogged me through the rest of the next day. Knowing it was Friday was the only thing that kept me going. I would see Malfoy tonight, hopefully get something more out of him, and then have the whole weekend for homework. And patrol, of course.
Not that it made Double Potions any easier under the hot fumes and tantalizing scents of the Lust Potion we were brewing. Slughorn clapped his hands jovially as he bounced around the room commenting on our work.
"Yes, yes, as you will see now, each of your potions will have turned a different color according to the pheromone content of the maker. See Mr. Potter's here? See this hunter green? Yes, yes very good, my boy! Very good indeed, you'll have one lucky lady!" Slughorn chuckled, making Harry cough embarrassedly and look away. He sauntered over to my potion and I blushed a deep crimson when he sniffed my concoction and grinned in a wholly unsettling way. "Intoxicating, Miss Granger, absolutely extraordinary! And the color, oh, my dear!" He said no more but settled himself behind his desk, his fingers thrumming on his over-large stomach, a knowing smile on his face. The rest of the class leaned over and stood on tip-toes to see what he had been on about, grumbling. Ron even stuck his head in my cauldron.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about," he muttered, turning back to his congealed mess. Harry, however, looked most interested in my shimmering gold creation. He frowned.
"What's wrong, Harry?" I asked, reaching for a flask.
"I was just wondering…" he murmured, barely audible as he poured his own potion into a flask.
"Wondering…?" I prompted.
He shook his shaggy head viciously. "No, I shouldn't-it's nothing," he said, blushing suddenly and looking around desperately for a quill. I handed him mine, smiling at how flustered he was.
"What is it, Harry?"
He looked at me almost apologetically, gazing around the room to make sure everyone was busy and we wouldn't be overheard. "Well, you know…I was thinking…it was stupid, no I shouldn't say anything. Forget it."
"Harry, just spit it out!"
"Alright, alright!" He glanced around once more then leaned in close to me. "You know what Ron said the other night? About, well, you and Malfoy, of course not necessarily- but maybe just a little, er, persuasion…"
I nearly dropped my flask. "Harry James Potter, what are you suggesting?" I snapped, getting the gist of exactly what he was trying to say.
"Well, just, a little of this potion might, er, soften him up…"
My eyes bulging, I stared at him. "You are seriously suggesting this right now?"
"Don't get upset, I just thought-"
"You want me to drug Malfoy with a Lust Potion?" I whispered, my voice dangerous and he winced. "Excuse me, but I do not need to resort to such crass measures as that! I'll thank you I'll get his confessions on my own merit!"
"Alright, alright!" he said, his hands up as if to push me back as my face was nearly pressed against his in rage. "I wasn't insinuating that you would, you know, do that, but maybe if he just thought he wanted you, he might, you know, open up-or, or something," he finished lamely, his eyes not meeting mine as I puffed up with indignation.
"Oh, because I am incapable of getting a man to want me without a potion? Is that it?" I snarled, throwing my bag onto the table next to my cauldron rather harder than necessary. "Thanks, Harry! I'm glad to know I'm so abhorrent!"
I knew I was taking the whole thing harsher than I should, but my emotions were as high strung as ever and I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. Ron, yes, I would certainly expect this kind of behavior. But Harry?
"Listen, you know I'm not saying anything like that! I'm just trying to help. The quicker we get that confession, the better. Just, just think about it, alright?" With an imploring look back at me, Harry took his flask up to Slughorn, who was dipping his hand into a box of crystalized pineapple, and left behind a sour looking Ron who was engrossed with scraping his potion off the bottom of his cauldron and had missed the entire argument.
Glaring after Harry I wondered if maybe he wasn't wrong. Just because Malfoy took the lust potion didn't mean we had to act on it… What if Harry was right? Would Malfoy loosen his tongue if he thought that he wanted me? After all, a Lust Potion certainly wouldn't be considered an interrogation tactic, so Voldemort likely wouldn't have thought to shield his followers against it. There were no long-term side effects if given proper doses, and I wouldn't need a full one, I didn't want him going Ron-over-Romilda on me…
Making a decision, I filled another flask while Slughorn was turned away and slipped it into my bag before Vanishing the rest of my potion and handing in my sample for grading. Slughorn gave me one last lecherous smile as I backed out, not wanting to turn my back on him for some reason.
I skipped dinner, not wanting to waste my time pretending to eat with the rest of them. My stomach roiled at the smell of food. Knowing McGonagall would still be eating, I snuck into her office where the former headmasters scolded me for entering her office without her being present. I purposefully avoided eye-contact with Dumbledore's portrait, though I knew he would be feigning sleep as he typically did when students were present.
"Insolence!" Armando Dippit spat.
"Insubordination!" Phineas Nigellus scolded. I ignored him, he'd never liked me anyway. Without saying a word to any of them I threw a pinch of Floo Power into the grate and sped off for headquarters.
"You're rather early," Arthur Weasley frowned, looking up from a stack of paperwork. He removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and checked the clock. "Still dinnertime, isn't it?"
"Well, I was hoping to take some up to Draco," I answered with the first excuse that came to mind, making a beeline for the pantry. As I pulled out ingredients for a quick stew, Mr. Weasley continued to watch me.
"How are you, Hermione?" he asked seriously.
"I'm doing well, thank you," was my hasty reply as I tapped the bag of potatoes with my wand and they washed themselves in the sink before soaring to the cutting board where I sent a couple of knives to begin chopping them. Mr. Weasley watched in silence, a small smile on his lips as I hurriedly threw together the stew.
"You've got my Molly's knack in the kitchen, I see," he said adoringly. I smiled.
"I've spent many hours preparing food with her. She told me the best way to relieve stress is to take it out on vegetables. They never talk back."
Mr. Weasley chuckled. We were quiet for a few minutes but when he spoke again his voice was somber. "Hermione, I hope you've not been over-burdened. You are an incredibly bright witch and we all hold you to the greatest esteem." I blushed deeply at this. "I just hope that we are not asking too much of you."
"Oh, no, Mr. Weasley, of course not!" I assured him, Levitating sliced carrots into the steaming cauldron. "I'm more than happy to do my part for the Order-"
"But that's just it, Hermione," he said standing and walking to the counter. "You're not part of the Order. You, Ron, Harry, Ginny. You're still in school, just barely of age. I know, I know-" he stalled me with his hands up as I began to protest. "You've been through more than most adults and have proven yourselves equal to the might of the greatest. You four are incredible wizards, each one of you. But I fear, and Molly too, that we ask too much. We forget sometimes that we are supposed to be the adults."
Moved, I rounded the counter to give him a quick hug. "Mr. Weasley, you've always done so much for us. You've raised seven wonderful children and have taken Harry and me in as your own. We are the luckiest kids I know. I am more than happy to do anything I can for you. Any weight I can take off of the Order or Harry's shoulders is one I carry with honor."
He beamed at me and placed his hand on my cheek lovingly. "You're a true gem. The stars were shining upon us the day you came into our lives."
I beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Weasley."
"Now, what can I do to help?"
Chatting amiably, we finished the stew and even found some bread to go with it. I threw together a quick tray for two, sat Mr. Weasley down with a steaming bowl, and made my way upstairs, my small bubble of happiness carrying me all the way to the top floor where I stopped at the door.
There, my stomach twisted.
It was just a Lust Potion, nothing serious. I could just put in a couple drops, nothing too intense. Just to lighten the mood, bring him around to liking me, possibly even trusting me. Would it really be so bad for a man to want me, even if just for a few moments?
The potion seemed even heavier in my bag than it should as I weighed the possibility. Was it worth it?
"Good evening, Malfoy," I said two minutes later as I strode into the room. He was reading another old Daily Prophet on his bed again and barely glanced up when I walked in and said nothing back. "I brought you dinner."
"You really think I'd eat that?" he drawled, turning a page. "Trying to poison me, are you?"
"It isn't poisoned," I rolled my eyes. "You might as well eat it; you'll have nothing else for the rest of the night."
I shoved a bowl into his hands and settled on the lone chair at his desk to start in on mine even though I was not remotely hungry. When he continued to stare at his as if something was going to jump out at him, I wiped my spoon on a napkin and dipped it into his, making a great show of chewing and swallowing it. "See? No poison. Now stop being so petulant and just eat it."
He scowled at me but reluctantly began to eat, sniffing every bite as if to test for poison. I snorted in a very un-ladylike fashion at his actions. His hunger seemed to get the better of him, however, and he discontinued his ministrations after a few test runs and drained the bowl in a manner recognizant of Ron. With a wave of my wand I refilled it and he cleaned the second bowl before I'd finished my first. He wiped out the dish with the bread and drained his pumpkin juice in one. When he noticed me staring he had the decency to look shamed at his behavior.
"Try eating what they bring you, you might find it staves off that gnawing feeling in your stomach called hunger," I told him derisively.
"Does your mouth ever stop?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Only when something's in it," I replied nonchalantly, taking another bite. I didn't understand why he was looking at me the way he was until I thought about what I'd just said. Going quickly scarlet, my eyes widened, horrified. "I-I-I mean-"
"Would you like me to fix that for you?" he drawled, leering at me with dark eyes.
"No!" I snapped quickly, mortified. "No, you know I didn't, I mean, I wouldn't, that's not what I meant!"
He grinned at my obvious embarrassment. "What, you're telling me you've never sucked on Weasel King's prick?"
"You're disgusting!" I yelled, standing so quickly my bowl clattered to the floor.
"Oh, come off it, Granger. You don't think the whole school didn't see you weeping through your panties running around after him last year, do you?"
"You're sick," I said, trying to remember the mantra I was always quoting to the boys. Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him.
"I'm not the one pining after the be-speckled blood traitor," Malfoy sneered. He stood, towering over me, so close I could smell him, my mouth going dray at his proximity. "In fact, I don't know why you waste your time on him at all. Why not set your sights on a real man?"
His hands caressed up my arms making me shiver. "Malfoy-"
"Would you like me to assist you in shutting that pretty little mouth of yours?" he murmured, the deep timbre of his voice shooting straight through me. I nearly whimpered when his fingers locked around my skin, his touch like fire against me.
When I opened my mouth to insult him again he drew me up, his face inches from mine, his lips a breath away. I could count his eyelashes if I wanted to. I tried to read his expression, but it was impossible. He was as guarded as Hogwarts, perhaps more so. He had surely been trained to never let forth any emotion.
All these crazy thoughts fell from my mind, however, as his lips brushed against mine, feather light, simply floating there against mine, not providing any pressure. Warning bells went off inside my head and I vaguely wondered why as my eyes fluttered when his body pressed closer to mine…
Suddenly, his expression changed; it hardened, his features twisting. His fingers tightened around my upper arms into a vise-like hold. I hissed in pain and was about to tell him off when I caught his eyes.
The pupils elongated into almost cat-like slits. His jaw clenched and his body grew rigid, his fingers digging into my arms until I gasped, raising my hands to try and push him away but he was like granite.
"Malfoy stop, you're hurting me!" I cried, tears urging at the back of my eyes. "Malfoy, please!"
As quickly as it began, it stopped. He released me as if scalded and I fell to the floor, shocked. I hadn't realized he'd actually raised me from the ground, and I watched from the floor as comprehension dawned on him. It was like he came out of a trance. He stepped back from me as if horrified, his face now a mask of horror. He looked at his hands as if he couldn't believe they were his. His chin trembled several times before he was finally able to speak.
"You shouldn't be here," he said hollowly.
"What happened to you?" I asked, rubbing my sore arms.
"You shouldn't be here," he repeated as if he hadn't heard me, his palms pressing at his temples as if he had a raging headache. "Get out."
"Malfoy, what's going on? What are you not telling me?"
"Do you have a death wish?" he bellowed. "Get out! Get out of here! What is wrong with you?"
"I'm not scared of you," I said softly, getting to my feet slowly, making a show of not reaching for my wand.
"You should be," he whispered. "Now get out. While you still can."
I opened my mouth to speak but he raised his arm and it was as if some invisible lasso had snagged around my waist and tossed me sideways. I flew out the door which flung open of its own accord, smashing into the wall in the hallway and crumpling to the floor with a grunt. I looked up in time to catch my school bag as it hurtled toward me and saw one last glimpse of a dismayed blonde before the door slammed shut.
Shaking, I shoved to my feet and flew down the stairs, not slowing until I was in the kitchen where Mr. Weasley had been joined by Tonks. They looked up when I crashed into the table, panting.
"Hermione! What happened?" Tonks cried, rounding the table to me.
"D-Draco," I gasped, trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around what had just happened. "There's, there's something wrong with him."
"Is he sick?" she asked.
"Yes! Maybe, I don't know," I answered truthfully. "He won't tell me."
"Well what happened? Did he say anything to you?" Mr. Weasley questioned, pulling out a chair and gesturing for me to sit. I ignored the chair and looked up at their worried faces, belatedly remembering Malfoy's plea for me not to tell anyone about the pain he had endured two days ago. Could this new terrifying display be a part of it? Was it something the Order needed to know? Or would I ruin everything I had done to earn his trust by telling them?
"No, he didn't say anything," I finally said, hoping I was making the right choice. "It-it was nothing. I'm just overreacting." I tried to give them a bolstering smile but failed, apparently.
"Hermione, what happened up there?" Mr. Weasley pressed.
"Nothing, really, he just got upset and it scared me," I stated, knowing I needed to account for my wild behavior, cursing myself for my reaction. "I said some things I shouldn't have, I lost my temper and he got a little rough. It was my fault."
"Rough?" Mr. Weasley gaped, looking between me and the staircase as if expecting Malfoy to come down and tell him exactly what had happened. "How rough?"
"He just grabbed me, that's all, honestly. He didn't mean to and he let me go as soon as he realized."
Mr. Weasley grimaced. "Still, I don't like this. Maybe you shouldn't be up there with him alone…"
"Really, Mr. Weasley, it was nothing. I was having a bad day and I took it out on him. We all know he's a little disturbed; we have no idea what he's been through. Just give him some slack. He didn't hurt me, just startled me. It's nothing I can't handle."
He and Tonks seemed to speak with their eyes.
"If you're sure-"
"I'm sure," I said, nearly sighing in relief that I hadn't completely ruined my mission. "Although I think I'll leave it be for the night. Let us both clear our heads."
"That's a good idea," Mr. Weasley agreed, still looking unsure. "Go on back to school, get some sleep."
"I will. Goodnight."
They bid me goodnight and I went through the fire, cursing myself for saying anything. If I hadn't made such a deal of it they wouldn't be worrying so.
"Miss Granger. You seem to have upset some of my portraits," Professor McGonagall greeted, not looking up from her paperwork as I brushed soot off the sleeves of my robes.
"I'm sorry, I should have waited for you, but I thought I could get Draco to eat something if I joined him," I lied.
"And?"
"It worked."
"Anything else?"
"Nothing of import, I'm afraid," I sighed, feeling ashamed. "He's got a lot of anger, Professor. A lot of guilt. This isn't going to be easy."
"No, I didn't figure it would. Why else would I have called on you?"
Hours later as I tossed and turned in bed I felt guilt overwhelm me as McGonagall's trusting words consumed me.
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