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Pride and Morality	By : misleadingeyes Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 18131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The next few weeks were taxing on Hermione. The piece of Voldemort inside Harry was making itself more present every day and his endless apologies about his horrid treatment were wearing on her patience. She'd been spending her time between the library researching ways to help Harry, though she was quickly growing weary of trying to help a friend that would kill her on sight if he knew what she was doing, not to mention the Room of Requirement and working on the cabinet with Malfoy. He was a surprisingly skilled working partner and they'd made great progress with their task, but Harry, with his ever present suspicions, had taken to keeping tabs on her with his thrice damned Marauders Map and questioning her whereabouts when she disappeared from the map at the same time as Malfoy. And his questions were getting too close to the truth for her and she was running out of lies. Something had to be done.
"What is that? Another spell?" Malfoy asked, glancing over her shoulder at the blank parchment when she returned to the Room of Requirement for their assignment. "It's blank."
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." She said quietly, tapping the parchment with her wand and watching as the castle's schematics came into view, showing every person in the castle and where they were at that exact moment.
"What the bloody hell?!" Malfoy exclaimed, nearly snatching the parchment from her fingers before she pulled it away from his grasp.
"This is how Harry has been keeping tabs on you all these years." She said, not taking her eyes off the map. "And now he's using it to keep tabs on me as well. He thinks we're up to something."
"Not my problem if he catches you. Maybe he'll kill you himself when he finds out you're helping me." He sneered before glancing her up and down and giving his trademark smirk. "Or he could always think you're shagging a Death Eater." She felt his hands grasp her hips and pull her against him, his lips taunting at her ear before her elbow connected solidly with his stomach.
"Stop playing around, Malfoy. We all know you wouldn't soil yourself with someone of such low status, despite the fact that your supposed betrothed looks to be soiling herself with Blaise Zabini at this current moment." She taunted back, pointing to the two dots on the map that were so close together that you could barely tell one from the other. "Besides, if I get caught, so do you. So I suggest you take this seriously."
Malfoy's face turned to one of shock upon seeing Pansy and Blaise on the map, then to one of fury at realizing that he'd been betrayed. Of course he didn't love Pansy, she was merely a pawn in his father's reach for power and wealth, but he didn't like to share what he considered his and resolved to have the matter dealt with immediately. But Hermione was right, if she were caught helping him, he'd be killed or sent to Azkaban right along with her.
"What do you suggest we do then? I assume since you nicked Potter's map that you have a plan?"
"I do, actually. I've been taking it under the pretense of following you for the past couple of weeks now," She smirked at his glare, obviously displeased that she'd used him as an excuse. "When really, I've been trying to decipher how it was made. The Maurauders Map says, 'Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. They were all nicknames. Moony is obviously Professor Remus Lupin, Wormtail you are familiar with as he is in the employ of the Dark Lord, Padfoot was Sirius Black's animagus name, and Prongs was none other than James Potter. They made the map, all we need to do is duplicate it. With a few alterations of course."
"Can you get Professor Lupin to tell you how they made it? Use your know-it-all, bookworm charm to get him to confide in you?"
"I already tried. I told him we needed two more, one for me and one for Ron, so that we can keep tabs on possible nefarious on-goings when Harry's not around to help us but he was mum on the subject. Said it was dangerous enough to have one map in the castle, much less three. But there is one other person that knows how the map was made and I believe we can get to him."
"Wormtail." Malfoy said, inferring her meaning at once. "But he's not going to just give up the secret. He's terrified of the Dark Lord and his wrath."
"Which is why we need an audience with the Dark Lord himself." Hermione said, and the smirk that crossed her face could have rivaled Malfoy's own; the darkness in her eyes more telling than anything he'd ever seen from her before. Hermione Granger was finally beginning to embrace her dark side. And it was beautiful.

*****
"When you requested this meeting, I must say, I was quite intrigued. It is not often that a Mudblood enters my presence willingly, even if you do bear my mark. I hope it is good news you have for me." Voldemort's sickeningly sweet voice sent chills up her spine every time she heard it. Though he appeared calm, Hermione had come to learn that that was when he was his most dangerous. He raised the hand not holding his wand, biding them to rise from their place, and kneel at his feet. So they did as they were told, rising to stand before him, though they did not meet his eyes. It was certain death to look him in the eye without permission, as he was certain to look into their minds and kill them mercilessly if he were to find anything he did not like.
"Actually, My Lord, it is a favor we come to ask." Hermione began as she produced the Marauder's Map and held it out for him to take. "Tap it with your wand and say, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.' It is how Potter has been keeping tabs on Draco and myself and hindering us in our task. As you can see, Wormtail's name is among the Marauder's and we believe he has knowledge of how it was made. Potter will notice if it's gone too long so we need to make a duplicate, one that shows Draco and myself in places we should be to put in place of the real one. One that will mislead Potter and throw him off our mission so that we may complete it in time for your plans." She finished her speech without the slightest tremor to her voice, her back straight as Voldemort tapped the parchment and said the incantation. His scaly smile appeared as he watched the contents unfold and he glanced back up at the two children still standing in front of him.
"You have done well to come to me with this. I am proud of you for your loyalty." He began, his voice smooth as silk and they did not need to guess what was to come next. "But, you have let Potter interfere with your progress. This displeases me. CRUCIO!"
Hermione's body hit the floor with a sickening thud. Her limbs twitching with the excruciating pain that wracked every inch of her, every nerve ending felt like it was aflame, her flesh as if it were being flayed from her body piece by piece. She tasted blood as she bit her tongue in her efforts to keep from crying out. She knew that any sign of weakness would be a disappointment to her new Lord but she couldn't stop the whimper that escaped when she was released from the curse. She crawled to her knees, spitting the blood from her mouth onto the stone floor as she heard the curse being called again and she braced herself for the pain that never came. Glancing next to her, she saw Draco writhing on the floor, the tears slipping unwanted down his cheeks from his pain but just as she, he did not cry out. Instead, his eyes found hers and held them and she found that she couldn't look away. Something changed between them in that moment and she wanted to reach out to him, to shield him from the pain she knew he was feeling, but they both knew that to interfere with the Dark Lord's punishments would result in instant death for the both of them. So she held his gaze, as if she could lend him her strength through a look alone, knowing that it was all she could offer him. And then it was over. The curse was lifted and Draco rolled to his back, coughing harshly, his body wracked with residual tremors that she herself was also suffering from.
"WORMTAIL!" Voldemort called and the little rat looking man appeared almost instantly. "You will tell these two everything you know about this map and how it is made."
"Yes, My Lord." Wormtail cowered, bowing his head and beckoning the two teenagers, now standing, to follow him.
"You have pleased me this night, Young Malfoy and Miss Granger. Should you succeed in your endeavors, you shall be handsomely rewarded for your loyalty and your courage. You may go." And with that, they followed Wormtail from the room.

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They returned to the castle three hours later with not only a counterfeit map, but the instructions on how to create one should they need another. Hermione was surprised by how much dark magic was needed to create the map and even more surprised that Lupin, Sirius and James had used such magic to make it. As it was already well past curfew, they both returned to their dorms after agreeing to meet the next morning after breakfast.
Hermione returned to her common room to find that everyone had gone to bed, save for Harry who had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the dwindling fire. Quietly slipping over to him, she laid a blanket over him and stoked the fire, placing the counterfeit map into his rucksack. But apparently he wasn't as deeply asleep as she'd thought.
"Hermione. Where have you been? You look like hell." Harry's quiet voice startled her and she burned herself as she placed another log on the fire.
"Bloody hell, Harry! You gave me a fright! I thought you were asleep. I was just returning your map." She whispered, turning to face him. "I've been in the Astronomy tower, spying on Malfoy for hours. I thought he'd never leave. He sent out one letter, to his mother, I assume. Or his father in Azkaban. I couldn't get a look at it before he sent it out. He's too smart to send a letter to You-Know-Who from here. Dumbledore would know immediately." The lies were coming easier now, his questions growing tedious and grating on her nerves like never before.
"Are you okay, Hermione? You're shaking."
Hermione had been hoping it would have been too dark in the room for him to notice her trembling.
"I'm fine. It was freezing up there and I'm horribly tired. I'll see you at breakfast." She leaned down to kiss his forehead, but she nearly jumped at the burn in her mark when she pressed her lips to his head. It would seem that the Dark Lord was taking hold of him more firmly than she'd previously imagined. And though that should worry her most, it was Draco's eyes, locked onto hers in Voldemort's chambers that she saw as she drifted off to sleep that night.

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"That self-righteous, loathsome, dimwitted little cockroach!" Hermione screamed as soon as the door to the Room of Requirement slammed shut behind her. At breakfast, Ron had accused her of being a heartless shrew that cared for nothing and no one but her studies and had obliviated her parents, not for their safety, but so she would have no more ties to her Muggle life and climb the social ladder in the Wizarding world. She'd drawn her wand then, only to be hit with a staining hex; a rather childish hex really but she assumed it had been more to humiliate her than anything. The entire left side of her shirt was covered in what appeared to be blue ink. Her anger had risen to new heights and she did not hesitate to put all her newfound darkness behind the rather nasty, non-verbal, stinging hex she’d sent his way before storming from the Great Hall.
"As I'm the only one you've ever held such disdain for, I can only assume you're calling for me." Draco rounded the corner only to stop in his tracks as she tossed her cloak aside and the damage to her shirt was revealed. But something was wrong. Her skin was starting to burn beneath her shirt. It had to be an allergic reaction to the ink. "Granger, what happened?"
"Ronald," she said his name with all the distaste she could muster as the pain in her left side continued to grow, "decided to humiliate me by hitting me with a staining hex after he insulted me and I threatened him in retaliation. It's just ink." She said, shaking her head, but the burning kept increasing and she felt that something was not quite right. "I think I'm having an allergic reaction to the ink. It burns. Oh, sweet Merlin, It BURNS!" She screamed and collapsed, as it now felt like her entire left side was on fire and she began clawing at the shirt on her back, not caring if Malfoy was there as long as the offending garment was off her skin and the pain stopped.
Draco was quick to act. He'd seen this particular curse before but he'd never seen it work so quickly. It was dark magic, something he'd never have thought the Weasel capable of, and on someone he considered one of his best friends at that.
"Granger, I have to get this shirt off of you. That's not ink, it's poison and if I don't get it off you, you will die. Do you understand me?" He asked frantically before her next agonizing scream made the decision for him. Pulling his wand, he quickly ripped the shirt down the middle, exposing her breasts and torso, clad in an emerald green bra that made his trousers just a little tighter at the sight. But there was no time for that. Quickly vanishing the remains of her shirt with a wave of his wand, he could see the extent of the damage. Whatever spell he used was very powerful and she was lucky that there was only a small trace of it on her skin. Kneeling by her side, he used his wand to siphon the rest of the poison from her skin, the pain in her body lessening with each wave of his wand, to be replaced by a cooling, soothing sensation in its wake. She turned to face him, to watch him work and their eyes met and for a fleeting second, she glimpsed worry in his eyes. It was gone so quickly that perhaps she'd imagined it, but it was the image of that worry that was burned into her eyelids as she closed her eyes and into unconsciousness.
When Hermione opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was that she was blissfully cool and no longer lying on the floor, but on a chaise lounge still in the Room of Requirement. The second thing she noticed was a shirtless Draco sitting in the armchair across from her. She stared at him for a moment, admiring the muscular physique that years of Quidditch had given him and had to admit, even if only in her own mind, that Draco was quite an attractive man.
"See something you like, Granger?" He smirked, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back in the chair. She rolled her eyes, more at the fact that he'd caught her staring at him than his comment.
"You wish." She smirked back, then asked curiously, "Malfoy, why are you shirtless?"
"Because you're wearing mine." He answered simply and then she remembered. He'd had to cut her shirt off of her to rid her of the poison that would surely have killed her if he hadn't. He'd seen her nearly completely bare from the waist up and though that should have bothered her, it didn't. She was just thankful that he'd saved her.
"Why'd you do it?" She asked. "Save my life, that is."
"I-I don't know, honestly. I just-I just couldn't let you die."
The silence that followed his confession was tense, awkward and Hermione scrambled for a way to break that tension so she did the only thing that was familiar to them. She teased him.
"So did you see anything you liked while you were undressing me to save my life?" She smirked, an eyebrow raised at him in challenge. A challenge he seemed to understand and took advantage of.
"I did, actually." He leered at her, though his look held more desire than malice. "You were wearing my favorite color underneath that poisonous shirt. How I wondered what it would look like as I peeled it off you."
Hermione blushed at his brazen comment and stood slowly from the couch. He stood as if to help her but she held up a hand to stop him and he sat back down, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. Stepping over to him, she placed her hands on each arm of his chair, leaning down to press her lips to his lightly, lingering a moment longer than she'd intended. His lips were soft, and oh so inviting. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled away and whispered softly. "Thank you, Draco, for saving my life." Standing, she turned and headed toward the door.
But before she could reach her destination, she was grabbed from behind and spun, only to be caught up in Draco's demanding kiss as he pressed her back against the nearest wall.
"Didn't think you could get away with that little stunt, did you?" He asked as he trailed kisses along her jaw to lightly nip at the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder, eliciting a soft moan from Hermione. His hands gripped tightly to her hips, holding her in place as he pressed himself more firmly against her, the evidence of his arousal pressing into her stomach through his shirt that she wore. Her own hands began to wander to his bare chest, tracing the lines of his muscles before she regained her wits and pushed him away, or as far away as she could, as he still held her firmly in place.
"I won't be another one of your conquests that you run back to your friends and boast about." She turned away from him, attempting to get away, but he held fast, refusing to let her go.
"I swear nothing that happens in this room shall leave my lips. You have my word as a Malfoy on that. Besides, I'd be labeled a blood traitor for having relations with a Muggleborn." Hermione started at his use of the word 'Muggleborn' instead of his usual 'Mudblood' and she did not resist when he sought out her lips once more. His lips again began their trail along her jaw, to the spot between her neck and shoulder that caused her earlier moan, eager to hear it again, and he was not disappointed when she leaned her head back to give him better access. His hands left her hips to grasp the collar of her shirt and tear it open, the buttons clattering all over the floor as they popped from their seams. A startled gasp escaped Hermione at the action and the carnal look of desire on his face as he pulled the shirt from her, tossing it aside, his gaze never wavering from the emerald green lace bra that covered her breasts and he couldn't help himself as bent over her, boldly taking one nipple between his teeth, flicking the pert bud with his tongue through the lacy fabric. The heat of him and the friction of his tongue mixed with the wet lace of her bra caused her to cover her mouth to try and muffle the harsh moan that threatened to escape her. Upon seeing this, he reached up, pulling her hand from her mouth and kissing her hard, his tongue slipping past her lips to taste her. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers and whispered softly.
"None of that, now. I want to hear you. I want to hear your screams when I make you come. I want my name on your lips. My first name." And he kissed her again before continuing his exploration of her body. Slowly, he slid to his knees and drew just her skirt down her legs, eager to see if the set matched, and he was not disappointed. The emerald green thong she wore under her skirt made his cock ache to be inside her, but he was nowhere near done teasing her yet. He stood back up, running his hands up her arms to circle around her back and undo the clasp of her bra, slowly dragging the straps down her shoulders and arms until her full breasts bounced free and he tossed the garment aside. He wasted no time taking one breast into his mouth, tweaking the other with his fingers while he sucked and bit at her nipple. Her hands buried themselves into his hair, tugging gently and a low growl escaped him at the action. His free hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him and grinding his arousal against her. He turned his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment before moving south, trailing hot kisses along her stomach, nipping and biting, then soothing the bites with his tongue. When he reached her panties, he glanced up at her and thought there was nothing in the world that was more beautiful than an aroused Hermione Granger. She met his eyes for an instant and then whispered the words that he so needed to hear at that very moment.
"Please, don't stop."
And he didn't. He peeled her panties down her legs, the fabric already soaked with her juices and he quickly pocketed the garment for later. He leaned in, kissing just below her belly button before dragging his tongue agonizingly slow along her slit. Her moan at this action spurred him on and he delved into her as if he were a starving man and she his feast. It wasn't long before her moans grew into cries, and her hips were bucking into his mouth, his tongue plunging into her relentlessly. She could feel the tightening in her belly that his mouth evoked and her hands gripped tightly to his hair, keeping him where he was, with one of her legs thrown over his shoulder and her hips bucking against him with abandon. She was so close, so close, she only needed......
He could tell she was so close, teetering on the edge of that cliff that when she tumbled over, it would bring oblivion. And he knew exactly what she needed to send her over. He pressed his thumb against her clit and circled it and she toppled, crying out, his name a hoarse shout from her lips as she came just for him. He quickly made short work of his trousers and, without warning, plunged his painfully engorged cock inside her, while her womb still quivered from her orgasm.
"Oh fuck, Hermione." He growled once he was buried to the hilt inside her. "So fucking tight." He stayed still a moment, not wanting to lose his control and come too soon and giving her time to adjust to his size. He'd been told that he was larger than average men and women often had a hard time accommodating him. Hermione, however, fit him like a custom fitted glove.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and into his hair to pull him to her for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. Her legs quickly followed her arms and wrapped themselves around his waist, her hips bucking against him, urging him to move. When he did not, she pulled back from their kiss to find him smirking at her.
"I'll move when I'm good and ready." His voice was low and silky, teasing and it did crazy things to her insides. He met her eyes, staring into them as he very slowly pulled almost all the way out of her. When she whimpered in protest, he grinned and slammed himself inside her, earning a loud scream that echoed throughout the room.
"Oh, Gods, Draco, yes!"
"Oh you like that, do you? Well I do so enjoy pleasing a woman." And with that he began plunging into her like a madman, her hips bucking to meet him thrust for thrust. When she begged for more, he pulled out and spun her around, planting her hands against the wall with his own and fucked her from behind even harder than before. Leaning over her back, he licked the shell of her ear.
"I've fantasized about what it would be like to fuck you since you punched me in third year. If I had known it would be like this, I would have done it so much sooner. I could fuck you for days, Hermione. Merlin, you're so responsive to my touch." To emphasize his point, he ran his blunt nails down her sides and she moaned in response and bucked back against him to push his cock deeper inside her. He ground himself inside her until he felt the very bottom of her and then pushed harder. As responsive as she'd been so far, he wondered how far he could push his luck. He was already nearing his end, he could feel his balls tightening and knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Reaching down, he pressed the pads of two fingers against her clit and rubbed circles and used his other hand to slap her ass hard.
"FUCK! DRACOOOOO!" She screamed as she came violently under the pleasure of his fingers and the pain of his hand on her ass. She'd have never thought that something like that could have such a profound effect on her, but if she was honest and she'd never come that hard in her life. He still clung to her, his cock softening inside her as they both struggled to catch their breath. "That was..." She began but he cut her off before she could finish.
"I know." He pulled out of her and turned her to face him, cradling her face in his hands before he leaned down and kissed her. There was no demand this time, no fierce need to devour each other. It was a leisurely kiss, an exploration of mouths, and over far too soon. "We should get back, it's nearly dinner." Without another word, he picked up his discarded shirt with the buttons scattered everywhere and repaired it with a wave of his wand. Then he resized it and handed it to her before throwing on his own trousers and cloak and heading out the door while Hermione stood wondering what the hell just happened.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Once again, thank you for your reviews! Starr, you've been with me from the very first word and I love hearing from you! You are a trooper for sticking with me through this adventure of mine. And of course, my lovely Beta, Lorett, I love you! You've been with me far longer than this adventure and I'm sure we'll have many more to come. After all, we've still got a story to finish here. Haha. I love you all, thank you so much for the reviews and KEEP THEM COMING! They're what keeps me going in the dead of night when I can't sleep because the plot bunnies are keeping me up. That or the insomnia. Haha. KEEP READING EVERYONE! THERE'S MORE TO COME!
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