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Verto Vitae	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco watched her sleep for longer than he cared to admit. He couldn't describe the turmoil and, conversely, the utter contentment flowing through him right now. He'd never felt such warring emotions simultaneously and it was terrifying.
What had he done? What was he thinking? The last hours had been perfect, nothing short. He'd never made love to a woman before, had never even known what it meant to. Sex, that was one thing. And there was nothing wrong with a good sweaty bout of hot, primal sex. But this, this emotional connection, this deep rending of soul, was far more than he had ever asked for.
He hadn't meant for this to happen. He had known she would be nervous and he'd planned to wound her pride just enough earlier for her to want to show him up. Then, he'd be able to loosen her with wine to make the first time less painful and make her more willing to learn a few tricks Blaise might have up his sleeve. But when she'd walked in, that look on her face, that one that told him she wanted him but didn't know how…oh, he had fallen then and fallen hard. Kissing her had been intoxicating and soon he had completely forgotten why they were there in the first place. It was just Draco and Hermione, as he'd dreamt about a hundred times. It was a moment he would replay in his head the rest of his life. Tonight could easily carry him through anything to come. But, like all Malfoys, it wasn't enough.
He wanted more.
There was no way he could just hand her off to Blaise or that Weasley prick. No, she was his now. No one had ever touched him before like she had. He had never thought he could feel like this, love like this. Since when had he become such a sodding sentimentalist?
When she stirred, he ran his hand down her immeasurably smooth skin. She was so soft, so delicate, and yet he knew how strong she could be. When she smiled up at him with all that trust and love, his heart stuttered. How could he ever deserve someone like her?
She nuzzled in and he grabbed her up, their naked bodies melding together as if they were old friends. And good Merlin he couldn't wait for them to meet again. Who knew a virgin could be such a good lay? He'd never climaxed so hard in his entire life, he'd literally seen stars and –
When she stiffened in his arms his entire body instantly went on high alert.
"Draco, what time is it?" she snapped, her face wan. She bolted up and began looking around for her clothes. "What time is it?!"
"There's a clock right there, it's just after one," he replied, dumbstruck. "What's wrong?"
"One? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh gods, he's going to kill me-!"
"Who?"
She began throwing her clothes on haphazardly and Draco watched her in confusion.
"Blaise!" she cried hysterically, buttoning her shirt up wrong and tucking it into her skirt. "He said he'd wait up and he already knows I'm up to something! I shouldn't have fallen asleep! Oh, gods, this could ruin everything!"
Shit.
"Hermione, slow down-"
"Don't you understand? He's in with someone! A Death Eater! It could be his father, or my father, who's really your father-"
"He's in with someone?" Draco's heart dropped. What in the love of Merlin had they gotten themselves into?
"Yes! Weren't you listening earlier? We don't exactly have stocks of Veritaserum sitting around where students can get to it and he most certainly did not make it on his own, he didn't even get into N.E.W.T potions! Which means someone must have gotten it to him and who else would want to know what I've been up to? It seems Valouris was up to something even before we came and now I have to deal with it!"
Finally dressed, if not perfectly, Hermione ran for the door.
"Hermione, wait-"
She turned at the door and gave him a wistful look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to end like this. Thank you, for everything. Again. Really, I – I…I don't know what to say. But I have to go, I'm sorry."
"Hermione-!"
But she was already gone. Draco had a bad feeling and when he did, it was usually for a good reason. Dressing hastily and grabbing his Invisibility Cloak, he donned it and raced out the door, hoping to catch which way Hermione had gone. He knew a dozen shortcuts she probably didn't so he could easily head her off, but he worried she might not make it there, Blaise might be lying in wait in a secluded alcove. He tried to think like her and chose the shortest way without the passages only Slytherin's knew about and took off down the staircase behind a portrait of a very fat elf trying to seduce a nymph.
By the time he'd made it down to the entrance, she was already whispering the password to the Slytherin common room. Cursing silently, Draco rushed forward and slipped in behind her, keeping to the wall.
They saw him at the same time. The single fireplace was down to embers, the rest of the room dark and silent. He sat in a chair just beyond the glow of the light. Draco had only seen his Blaise this mad a handful of times and nothing good had come of it. He watched Hermione straighten her shoulders as Blaise stood, his wand hand twitching as he drew near her.
"You really didn't have to wait up," Hermione said in a weak voice, looking up at him as he stopped just before her, his face a mask of tightly constrained fury. "It was very sweet-"
"It's odd, you know," he said, his voice carefully controlled, checking his immaculate nails for non-existent dirt.
"W-what's odd?" Hermione stuttered, daring a smile.
"I suppose it's somewhat difficult to have Potions lessons when the professor is absent. Wouldn't you agree?"
"W-what?"
"And wouldn't you agree as well, that four hours on a school night is asking a bit much from a student who's fallen behind?"
"I told you I would be late-"
"And wouldn't you agree," he snapped, intersecting her excuse. "That when returning back to your fiancé after a mysterious rendezvous it would be of utmost concern that you at least remember to redress. Yourself. Properly?" His hand had shot forward and grabbed her tie, yanking it loose with each punctuated word. Hermione stood stock-still as he re-tied it, tightening it until she was gasping. Draco snuck forward slowly, his wand suddenly in his hand. Blaise tugged on the tie until she was on her tiptoes, her face nearly pressed to his.
"I would be careful, my dear, who you chose to anger. That ring on your finger does not give you permission to play with others. Do you understand?"
"Blaise-"
"Do you understand?" he thundered, shaking her as she gagged.
"Yes!" she sputtered, her hands digging at his fingers but he refused to let her go.
"Don't you realize what you're doing?!" Blaise screamed frantically. Draco had never seen him so close to the breaking point as he shook Hermione like a rag doll until Draco could barely restrain himself from cursing him into the Dark Ages. "You could ruin everything! If you show up with a fucking bastard in your belly do you know what they will do to you? Do to me? For once in your life stop being the spoiled little brat you are and think! You cannot screw this up, not again! There is too much at stake! We know you haven't been taking your potions lately, we know you're up to something! What are you playing at?! TELL ME!"
Blaise threw her to the floor where she lay gasping, her blue lips regaining color. When she turned up to Blaise he had his wand trained on her. "Tell me what you're up to or I swear on the Dark Lord's life I will murder you right here and now just to save him the trouble."
"Blaise, it's not what you think, I swear!" she squeaked in a terrified voice. Draco knew she could take him in a duel, but Blaise had the upper-hand as her wand was still tucked in her robes pocket.
"Then tell me what it is or I swear to Merlin-"
"Just hear me out, alright? Just listen for a minute!" she pled, hands up, trying to regain control of the situation. "I don't know who you're getting your information from, but they don't know the full story and neither do you!"
"Then you had better spit it out Valouris, because we are through playing games." Draco could see the murder in his eyes and knew that look had only led to the demise of the people he aimed it upon. Was Blaise a murderer in this world as well?
"I've been given another mission," she lied smoothly, gaining her feet, her hands still in front of her where he could see. His brow raised disbelievingly.
"Why didn't I hear about it?"
"Because only mother and I know about it."
"Lucius doesn't know?" he asked skeptically. Draco wanted to scream at her, to stop her. In their world, at least, his mother was not nearly high enough in ranks to be given a direct order for a mission. With only a daughter to her name, she had to be even lower in the hierarchy and therefore scum beneath the Dark Lord's shoe.
"No, he only told mother and me."
Draco saw the disbelief in Blaise's eyes and knew her story wouldn't hold. But he nodded anyway, allowing her to continue.
"Go on."
"I-I was told to get information."
"What kind of information?"
Draco pled she remembered some of the tricks he and Moody had taught her about concealing her lies, because the honest and innocent Hermione Granger was a downright terrible liar. His pleas remained unanswered, however, and it seemed nothing had stuck through all those months.
"About the Order. I can't explain all the details-"
"You had better explain enough," he threatened.
"Blaise, please, put down your wand-"
"I SAID EXPLAIN!"
Hermione flinched and gulped. "Er, well I was told to try and g-get close with Potter. But he h-hates me so much that er, we thought it would be best if I…picked off the weakling."
"Meaning?"
He could tell Blaise wasn't swallowing the story, his ire rising, and Draco watched the scene progress as fear curled in his belly.
"Well, Granger has always been the most understanding, so mother suggested that I use him to get to Harry by er, whatever means necessary..."
Well, Draco had to hand it to her, she had kept at least one lying method in mind: sticking as close to the truth as possible.
Though this truth was probably better omitted as Blaise puffed up like a hippogriff and Hermione took a step backward.
"You're fucking the Mudblood?"
"No, Blaise, it's not like that!"
"So you're saying you didn't fuck him?" Blaise spat, advancing on her.
"Well, yes, but it's not what you think-"
The second his fist came into contact with her face, Draco snapped. By the time she crashed into a nearby coffee table, which toppled on impact, Draco had already Stupified Blaise who dropped where he stood. He ran forward, throwing off the Invisibility Cloak, and skid to Hermione's side.
"Are you alright? Shit, I knew this was going to happen! I'm sorry I didn't-" Draco was cut off as she propelled into his arms, knocking him back. She didn't weep and fall apart like he would have figured, just trembled and clung to him. He held her, his eyes on Blaise's still figure. As the shaking slowed she leaned back to look at him and he sucked in a breath. Her nose was bleeding, the left side of her face a bright, angry red. The power with which Blaise had hit her would have felled that oaf Hagrid, let alone this tiny witch before him. She flinched when he put his hand up to push the blood-soaked hair out of her swelling eye.
"How bad?" he asked lowly.
She shook her head and quickly stilled. It obviously hurt quite a lot. "I've had worse, trust me," she answered thickly, making him conclude that she had bit her tongue on impact. With a curse, Draco scooped her up gently, settling her on the couch. She shifted stiffly and he knew she would be sore for days.
"We can't leave him like this, someone might see. I'm surprised no one heard," Hermione muttered softly, her eyes on Blaise's still form, her wrist stanching her broken nose.
"The common room has a Silencing Spell on it, the Slytherins are a very private lot."
"I see. How did you get here?"
"I followed you. I knew something was wrong by the way you rushed out. I know Blaise's temper firsthand. It wouldn't be the first time he's hit a girl. Probably not the first time he's hit Valouris," Draco explained. She understood his implied meaning, that in the Pureblood world she would be used to being knocked around by men.
"What are we going to do? How am I going to explain this?" she asked as Draco Conjured a handkerchief to stem the flow of blood from her nose.
"Well, the first thing we're going to do is get you cleaned up," he murmured, taking in her injuries with a sinking feeling. "Then we'll tidy the room, you'll use your crafty wand work to erase his memory, and you'll tell him that you came in at 10:30 but he was already asleep and you just came down to make sure he was abed."
Hermione looked up at him, her face covered in blood and smeared mascara, the left side swelling profusely, but her eyes were filled with admiration. For him.
"Well, I can see I have the right man by my side in a sticky situation, don't I?" she said thickly, her smile genuine even if it did look painful.
"Who better than a Malfoy?" he smirked.
"Granger," she corrected him.
He let out a hollow laugh began to fix her up as best he could, his healing spells primitive at best. He siphoned the blood from her face and clothes and set her nose. She walked him through a spell to lessen the swelling and bruising and when there was no more he could do she fixed her hair to cover her face.
While she ran upstairs to change into pajamas, Draco righted the table and Levitated Blaise into his favorite armchair where he had been settled when they'd walked in. Positioning him as he'd fallen asleep numerous times before, Draco found the wand he'd dropped and tucked it into the inside pocket of Blaise's robes and had to stop himself from giving the bastard a taste of his own medicine. What manner of man could hit a woman? Especially a woman like Hermione? True, Blaise had no idea as to her real identity, but it made him sick to think of the way he would treat her behind closed doors. Could Hermione handle a man as volatile as he? Had Draco really harmed her by teaching her the pleasures of sex instead of showing her what she would be up against with someone like Blaise?
When Hermione limped down the staircase Draco stood, his heart stilling. Even with a battered face she looked like a goddess. The eerie glow of the moon-drenched lake filtered through the window lighting her hair and allowing him to see straight through the silky blue fabric of her immodest nightgown. He had to swallow several times and when she stepped up to him he had to touch her just to believe she was real.
"You're beautiful," he murmured. She blushed.
"Only with the help of Valouris," she scoffed.
"No, Hermione," he said, not believing the words that were leaving his mouth. "You are the most beautiful witch I've ever met."
Embarrassed, she looked away and cleared her throat. "Well, we should get this over with, don't you think? It's getting late…"
He nodded, mentally chiding himself, and pulled on the Cloak. He kept near in case Blaise tried anything again, his wand trained on his ex-best friend. Draco swore he would never allow anyone to touch Hermione again if there was anything he could do to help it. He felt sick as his mind replayed her slamming into that table over and over…
"Obliviate!" Hermione murmured, her wand steady. Blaise glowed blue momentarily but otherwise remained unmoved. "There, I erased his memory of the entire night an hour after I left, it should be enough."
"Alright, hand me your wand so he doesn't wonder why you have it," Draco said, sticking his arm out from the Cloak to take it. "I'm going to lift the spell now, ready? Ennervate!"
"Blaise? Love?" she crooned softly when he stirred, shaking his shoulder, making sure her hair drooped over the left side of her face. "Wake up."
He sat up and looked around, glancing at the clock. "Wha-what's going on? Did you just get in?"
"No, silly!" she cooed. "Don't you remember? I woke you up when I got back and told you I was headed to bed. I couldn't sleep so I came down to see if you were still here. Surprise, surprise!"
He rubbed his eyes clearly still confused. "Merlin, I must have really conked, eh? When did you get in?"
"Oh, just after 10:30, I suppose. You were already out by then. Have you not been sleeping well?" Hermione played the role of concerned fiancée well.
"No, not recently," he admitted, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Well, term is almost over, soon you won't need to worry about a thing," she replied and when he looked about to say something she cut him off. "Which reminds me that you owe me some quality time tomorrow! So get to bed, I don't want a drowsy groom-to-be."
The way she purred out the words at the end would make any man beg, especially as her lush breasts swelled over her miserable excuse for a night dress. "Kiss me goodnight and go on upstairs."
With a knowing grin, Blaise leaned up and took her lips, letting her know exactly what was on his mind for the next day, his dark fingers digging into her hips, making Draco seethe. When she moved away he groaned like a dying man.
"Not until tomorrow," she smirked, stepping further into the shadows. "Goodnight, my love."
As she disappeared up the girl's staircase Blaise threw himself back and rubbed at his erection, chuckling softly. Then he rose to his feet and headed up his own staircase, Draco's wand following him until he disappeared from sight.
Draco waited with bated breath until Hermione descended once more. She looked around anxiously at the bottom of the staircase, her face dropping. She stared at the door as if she could will him back and Draco crept forward silently. When she gave up on him, she turned to slowly ascend to bed but he leaned into her ear.
"Looking for me?" he whispered.
She jumped and turned, her face lighting, a smile creeping to her lips as he lowered the Cloak. "Perhaps."
"Well, if you weren't, I suppose I'll leave, but not before I've received my token for saving your life," Draco rasped.
"And what sort of token are you looking for?" she teased. "I have no money."
"I'm richer than you could imagine, I have no need for something so cold."
"So you're wanting something warm, then?" she replied sultrily, dropping back onto the bottom stair.
"Oh, yes," he growled, placing his hands on her hips where Blaise had and feeling her soft body through the thin silk, erasing the other man's touch. "And wet and tight. Something made just for me."
When he nibbled her neck she shivered and his blood turned to lava, racing through his body to join in one place. He reached up to cup her breasts, the nipples peaked, begging for his attention. No body had ever turned him on like hers. It was a body made for desire, he could look at it all day, taste and touch it for longer. No piece of her was any less beautiful than the rest.
Running his hands down her back, he lingered to cup that luxurious backside that drove him wild to think about ramming her from behind. Grasping her thighs, he wrapped her legs around his hips and carried her off the staircase and onto a chair where he sank down, taking her mouth with suddenly aching need.
"I need you now," he ground out, kissing her desperately. "Now, I can't wait."
He felt depraved knowing how sore she would be, but he couldn't restrain himself when she nodded, biting his lip. She had the sense of mind to tug the Invisibility Cloak back over the both of them as he ripped up her gown, groaning when he realized she was bare underneath. He noticed how her hands shook as she undid his pants and he was certain she was worrying about someone walking in. He made it his job to make her forget about anyone else but him.
When his fingers dove into her already slick channel she sucked in a breath and shuddered. He didn't start slow, didn't ease her into it. He took her mouth and body with as much crazed emotion as had been burning inside him for weeks, months. Only she could sate it and he didn't ever think he would get enough. Soon she was clawing at him, her movements jerky as she moaned his name. Crooking his fingers, he held her tight when she bucked harshly, bowing against him as she cried out, her walls choking his fingers on a spasm, soaking his hand as he worked her through her orgasm.
When his hard cock sprang out of its restraints he pulled her above it, rubbing her slick heat, spreading her juices to prepare her. Grasping her smooth hips tightly, he lowered her onto him and she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. He growled as she settled onto him, her tight sheath nearly undoing him right then. Draco waited several moments to allow her to stretch around him, his control to the breaking point.
When his sweet Hermione wriggled in frustration, he helped her prop herself to give her the most leverage and led her in the movements until she pulled his hands away, a saucy grin on her face. Clasping his fingers in hers, she thrust his hands to the top of the chair and took over, moving and rotating her hips, trying new angles, new depths. This newfound dominance, the power she knew she held over him, was so unbelievably erotic that he moaned and bucked up into her, needing to take back that control, needing his release. But she continued to drag him on her torturous ride, learning the ways of a man and woman, and he was sucked into her spell, his eyes never moving from hers. He used all the restraint he owned to keep from releasing early, but the way she moved, the feel of her clenching around him, the sight and smell of her surrounding him, was more than he could stand.
Throwing caution to the winds, he wrenched his hands from hers and grabbed her, pulling her off and throwing her over the arm of the nearest settee, her glistening pussy at just the right height for him to ram right in. She cried out, her back bowing in pleasure as he took her like a madman unhinged. As she screamed and clenched around him his world went black, then white, then shattered into an intense array of colors, his world tilting on its axis, throwing him into depths he'd never been.
By the time his orgasm had run its course he was sapped of energy. Draco sank onto the floor, pulling her down with him so that she slumped like a rag doll onto his lap. They clung to each other, spent, drawing comfort to carry them through the coming day. When he closed his eyes all he could see was Zabini's hands around her neck, the bruises on her face. He clasped Hermione tighter, wishing he could save her from all the pain she would endure in the coming weeks, but he knew, as the guilt gnawed at him, that he was the reason she was here in the first place.
How had he ever been happy to know that she would be taking his burden from him? How could he have ever looked at her and seen her as anything other than the amazingly strong, loving, cunning witch that she was? How could he have been so blind?
It wasn't hard to remember the loathing he'd felt for so many years whenever he saw her or Weasley or Potter. Especially Potter. He could remember exactly that burning desire in his second year that Granger would be the Mudblood the Heir of Slytherin killed. They would finally be rid of that insufferable know-it-all who had bested him in every single examination, much to the chagrin of his father. He could remember his elation at the pain he could see in the three of them and Hagrid when he'd gotten that stupid hippogriff sentenced to death. He remembered laughing at her after he'd cursed her teeth to grow at an impossible rate, or when Snape snapped at her for getting a right answer and she hung her head in shame. Or when her over-burdened bag ripped in the hall and she picked her ink-sodden books up all by herself, not one single person stopping to help her. He even recalled kicking her Arithmancy book across the floor and receiving a high-five from a Slytherin seventh year. He'd felt good then. It made him sick now.
But he could also remember the blow to his gut he'd received when he saw her walking into the Yule Ball on Krum's arm. He could remember the shock when she'd punched him after laughing about Hagrid. He remembered the fear he'd felt as he saw her dueling his uncle Rodolphus after he'd let the Death Eaters in last year. He'd watched her fall and had just run past, Snape's grip dragging him down the blood drenched steps.
And now here she was, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck, a place that seemed to have been made just for her. How could things have changed so drastically, in such a short amount of time? How had they gotten to this?
As if she could read his guilt-ridden mind, she tilted her head up, her sated smile a blow to his chest. She cupped his face and kissed him. "Draco, I... I don't know how to thank you enough. I just want you to know that I don't expect…" she cleared her throat her face falling. "I don't expect this to continue. Your part in this is over. I promise you I'll do everything I can not to blow our cover."
When he'd been about to tell her off she suddenly blanched. "Draco, our cover, the potion, the fertility potion! Draco, we didn't use a condom or anything!"
"What's a condom?" he asked confused. Not only by her words but by the way she was able to switch subjects and moods so rapidly. He could feel her heart hammering against him, that look of horror the same one she'd had when she'd realized she'd overslept.
"A Muggle contraception, one you wizards obviously have never heard of. Oh, what are we going to do? What if you got me pregnant? The chances-"
"Are zero," he smirked, finally understanding what had upset her. "Relax, that wine was laced with a Contraceptive Potion I nicked from Potter's stash. What, you don't think he and Weaslette aren't still going at it like rabbits in this world?"
"Oh, you're disgusting," she said, blushing at the idea of her two friends doing exactly what they had just done three times tonight. She suddenly slumped against him, her head coming to rest on his chest. "You're a saint. Thank Merlin you remembered, I can't imagine where my head has been lately!"
"You're telling me," he replied, his hand smoothing down her thick hair. "I had to add those newt tails all by my lonesome this morning."
Her head snapped up so fast she nearly caught him on the chin. "Oh no, I'm so sorry! I'm being an absolute dolt. It's completely unacceptable! I'll try harder, I swear! Will you forgive me?"
"I suppose," he drawled. "For a price."
"Anything, Draco, really I-"
He swooped down and took her lips, sinking into their enthralling lure. She whimpered and grabbed at his neck, pulling herself tighter to him. He knew they were in trouble. Whatever it was that was brewing between them was strong, too strong. It was dangerous. If they started having feelings now, how would they ever get through this intact?
Before he was steeped so deep in her that he lost his mind, he pulled away, sucking in clarifying breaths.
"You need rest," he urged, cursing the huskiness of his voice. His fingers traced lightly over the bruises on her face. "Can you cover this better tomorrow?" She nodded, swallowing. He could see the effect even this small amount of contact had on her. He had to distance himself, this wasn't safe. They needed to keep their wits about them. He didn't need her growing so fond of him that she fell short of her duties. He'd let her slide the last few days due to the intense amount of stress he knew she was under, but not anymore. She needed to get her head into the game. He did as well. It had been a very risky thing attacking Blaise like he had. He couldn't let his emotions rule him again. This mission required every ounce of skill they had.
"Right. Well, I suppose I'll see you at breakfast."
She nodded and stood awkwardly, straightening her ridiculous nightgown. She grabbed the Invisibility Cloak and handed it to him, her gaze on the floor.
"Goodnight, then," she said, awkward now that the mood changed. He wanted to swoop down and kiss her, bring back the woman he'd had only moments before. Tamping down the impulse, he nodded briskly.
"Night."
He threw on the cloak and watched her retreat to the stairs. Casting a glance around the common room, he made sure everything looked undisturbed and left, not trusting himself to look back at her.
He took his time heading back to Gryffindor Tower. The cold halls did much to dispel the heat of earlier from his thoughts. He passed McGonagall patrolling the second floor, clad in a tartan night robe and slippers but with her wand help tightly in her fist. He wondered vaguely whether the woman ever slept. He removed the Invisibility Cloak as he turned the corner to the Fat Lady, knowing she would panic and set up an alarm if he tried to sneak past her invisible. She eyed him wearily at arriving so late, but said nothing when she noticed his Head Boy badge. The damn thing had its advantages.
The common room was empty and he had every intention of flopping onto his feather mattress and knocking out a good twelve hours of sleep, but upon entering his room he was surprised to see it occupied.
Potter was sitting in his armchair by the fire, every muscle tense, his face hard.
"We need to talk."
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