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The English Rose	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The English Rose

Chapter Seven

         “It doesn’t change anything,” I declared a little too eagerly, but he was like a cat stalking his prey as he sauntered up to me and then scooped me into his arms.
     “Oh it changes everything,” he said, ignoring my protests and then his hot breath was on my neck as he dragged his lips across my skin. “You’re mine,” he purred. “You look entirely too sexy tonight, Rose,” he said and he faced me.
     “Yeah, I had a plan, but it got sort of screwed up,” I said as I stared around him at the semi-conscience Liege who grimaced on the ground in pain.
     “You don’t say?” Draco smirked.
     “It’s you! Draco, you twat, that’s Hermione…Hermione Granger,” the Liege said and my pleading eyes shot to Draco. I watched as his eyes fell closed and his head fell back and then he sighed as if he hadn’t quite expected the Liege to recognize me. I watched as the Liege, my Liege, raised his wand between us.
     “It has to be done,” Draco said to me still with his back to the other Liege who was out of breath and heaving as he struggled to his feet.
     “There must be another way,” I said in not much more than a whisper.
     “There’s no other way,” Draco assured and again his finger twitched on his wand.
     “I’ll have you burned at the stake Mudblood! I’ll light the match myself and you, you will pay for your crimes against the Dark Lord!”
     “Avada kedavra!” Draco chanted and he whirled on his feet so fast even I didn’t see it coming and I knew it was coming! I watched as the wizard was lit up in a deathly green light and then his body disintegrated into ashes, ashes that flaked and then blew away in the night breeze.
     “What did you do?” I cried and I fell to my knees.
     “I did what I had to do. Now come on, we have to get you out of here,” he said and strong arms gripped me and heaved me up. He dragged me to where a stone statue that was a replica of the Venus de Milo, was erected on the veranda overlooking the manicured grounds of the Liege’s estate. I watched as he pawed at the statues tits, cupping them in his hands gently and then suddenly the ground shifted beneath us. “It’s a passage and it leads to the falls.”
     “What falls?” I gulped as I stared down the black hole that had steps in the middle leading to my doom.
     “What falls? You live in a town called Blind Falls and you ask what falls?” Draco said with hurried urgency as he led me down into the dark crypt. “Follow this down. There are torches at the bottom of the steps to light your way. I will meet you at the falls in an hour,” he said in hurried fashion.
     “The falls, oh, just great,” I replied as I moved forward with hesitancy down the granite steps. It makes sense that there should be waterfalls. “I—I never really thought about the name of the town,” I said dumbly and Draco just shook his head.
     “No time to explain. Go, and wait for me there. Here, take my jacket,” he said and he quickly stripped off his coat and passed it to me. I nodded as the statue covered the entrance to the passage once more and my world fell into blackness.
     “But I left my wand!” I suddenly remembered, but it was too late and I was alone in a creepy dark tomb. You’re a Gryffindor, so find your courage, I told myself as I took a step down and then another step, with nothing to light my way. I patted the walls of the passage with my hands and could feel the steps turning as they spiraled downwards. What is this place, I wondered? Some sick and demented dungeon of Malfoy’s, or perhaps some place where Death Eaters held their creepy, secret rituals? I half expected to find bones of the dead, of Malfoy’s victims or maybe I was his t victim? “Oh shut up, you watched too many Muggle horror films. He said it leads to the falls,” I chastised myself as I made my way down. When I got to the bottom I let out a sigh of relief when I saw the flicker of orange light in the distance. “See, he said there were torches when I reached the bottom and he didn’t lie.”

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     The walls were wet with trickling water and the deeper I went through the passage the wider my path became. Soon it became clear that I was passing through a series of deep underground caverns and I could hear the faint sounds of rushing water in the distance. The falls, I thought to myself and I knew that I must be getting close. I pulled Draco’s coat around me tighter and inhaled deeply when I caught a whiff of his cologne that must have rubbed off on his coat. It smelled good, just like the blond always did and I longed to feel his arms around me again. My legs were beginning to tire as I trod through the damp, dark cave and my footwear was less than ideal. Had I know I’d be traversing the dank recesses of a cave I would have worn sneakers and not my best pair of extremely high, strappy shoes.
     A series of torches that were bewitched and that floated in the air along the sides of the cave, illuminated my path, otherwise I would have been lost in the maze of tunnels that split off in every direction. I tried to remember to count my steps just so I knew how far it was back to the cave entrance but eventually I lost count. It was about the time that I started to doubtng Malfoy’s plan of escape when I rounded a turn in the rock passage and found myself standing in a great chasm where blue, luminescent moonlight from a sink hole above shone down like a veil, lighting up the cavern in shimmering beauty. My jaw fell open as I stared at the roaring waterfall that looked like wisps of silvery hair as it fell into the clearest crystal pool below. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
     “Did I die and go to heaven?” I said to myself as I gaped. I wiped the mist from my face and hair and then frowned when I saw that my hair had begun to frizz. Odd, I thought to myself, my hair only frizzes in the heat, particularly in a steamy bathroom. That’s when I noticed the fog that was rolling in from somewhere beyond the roaring waterfall. I trod carefully, with torch in hand, deeper into the chasm where the majestic falls plunged to the earth. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or not but the air was growing warmer the deeper I went through the chasm. It was downright toasty, so much so I shed Malfoy’s coat and draped it over my arm. “Okay I have died and gone to heaven,” I said when I found the lone pool of delightfully warm water. I waved my hand through the crystal waters and sighed when I felt its warming effervescence. It was not as hot as a bath but it was close. It was some sort of hot spring that sprang up from the center of the Earth. “Malfoy?” I called out, but when no answer came I shrugged and then kicked off my shoes and took a seat on the rock slab that was half out of water and half under the hot spring. It was warm and comforting, like soaking your aching feet in a foot bath after a hard day’s work and I sighed as I swished my feet about in the soothing waters.
     “You found it. Good,” someone said and I jumped. I relaxed when I saw Draco standing over me.
     “I come here sometimes after a long day and this day has been shit,” he said and my eyes went wide when he began to disrobe.
     “What are you doing?” I asked, surprised.
     “Getting in. Come on, strip,” he commanded.
     “I, oh, I don’t know,” I said with hesitancy.
     “I just killed a Liege for you, what more do you want? Get in Granger, don’t make me put you in,” he drawled.
     “Did anyone see us?” I asked as I began to undress. In truth I wasn’t at all bothered by Draco’s killing the Liege, and that bothered me. Shouldn’t it have? I hated Unforgiveable curses and yet I didn’t feel at all sad that the fat prick who tried to rape me was nothing but cinder and ash in the wind. Still, he was a father and some innocent girl was fatherless because of me. That bit weighed on me, but not as much as it should have. Perhaps the war had hardened me. I’d seen so many of my friends killed, Harry being the hardest, although we never actually saw him die. No, I wasn’t bothered by the Liege’s death, not nearly as much as I should have been. Furthermore, seeing the blond naked in all is glory and spread out on the rock slab like a Greek God did certain things to me. Not only that, but I felt empowered after my run in with the Liege. For years I’d taken the Purebloods abuse, and in some ways the death of my tormentor released Hermione from a prison, a prison without bars but a prison nonetheless.
     “Nobody saw, but that’s not to say that this is over, not by a longshot. However, one of my men claimed that he saw the Liege leave by carriage. Of course it wasn’t him at all as we both know but for now the heat is off of me. The Dark Lord will assume he was a turncoat and that he ran off.”
     “Why will he assume that?” I said and Draco extended his hand to me as I stepped into the warm spring.
     “What? I was too busy looking at your perfectly rounded tits. Fuck me, you look hot,” he said.
     “I asked why he will think he switched sides,” I repeated.
     “Oh, because I’m going to plant evidence to make him think that,” Draco said nonchalantly and then he captured me in his arms.
     “Grabby tonight hmm my Liege?” I said coyly and I giggled as I slapped his pawing hands away from me.
     “I want you,” he purred in my ear and I felt his hand between my legs.
     “I don’t know, won’t Ginny mind?”
     “I don’t care if she does,” he said and he dropped kisses down my neck once more.
     “Honestly, what happened to Astoria?” I asked. I was damned curious.
     “Can’t it just be us tonight? I know you have questions but can’t they wait?”
     “No Draco. Ginny can’t be trusted.”
     “I know that, but do you know that?”
     “I just said it didn’t I?”
     “You don’t even know the half of it. You should not trust that one, she’s more treacherous than my former Aunt Bellatrix,” Draco said and I felt like it was a big clue. It was if he was trying to tell me something, like that not only was Ginny not to be trusted with my man, but that she wasn’t to be trusted at all. That’s when it dawned on me and I blurted it out.
     “Ginny’s working for your side, isn’t she? She turned on Harry, when though?”
     “I can’t say, but let’s just say that if she did it was around the time that we were still wearing robes and having points knocked off for shagging in broom closets,” he said and then his lips found mine and he gave me a bruising kiss it was so deep and hot.
     “I never shagged in a broom closet nor had points taken away for it,” I said.
     “Oh, that must have been me. Nevermind that, ride me,” he said and he gripped me by the waist and propped me up atop him as he leaned back on the wet rock slab.
   “I don’t think you can handle me,” I teased as I shifted on top of him.
     “Try me you saucy witch,” he said in a husky voice and the challenge was on.

     Something happened to me when I rode the Liege. There was this screaming woman inside me, crying to be let out and her name was Hermione and she was as intense as she was fierce, and Draco brought her out of me. His cock was rigid, almost painfully so I saw him wince more than once as I settled myself comfortably over top of him. I took him inside me and he moaned out. “You want me to fuck you my Liege?” I asked.
     “Yes,” he bit out and his hands fondled my nipples.
     “Do you like it like this?” I asked, and I rocked over top of him, slowly, taking him deep inside me. My juices were overflowing I was so hot and ready as I knelt over him and took him deep inside me again and again. I leaned back on him and arched my back and Draco moaned again. “Do you love me?”
     “Yessss,” he groaned out and he squeezed handfuls of flesh in his strong hands as I fucked him a bit faster.
     “You’ll have to say it, I didn’t hear you.”
     “I love you Granger, I think I always have even when I hated you.” Now that may not sound like the most beautiful words ever uttered by a man, but coming from Draco and with our past it was and tears sprang from my eyes. I increased my pace as I bounced over top of him, his cock impaling me as I rode him.
     “I… love… you too,” I spit out in between waves of pleasure that jolted me into the stratosphere.
     “I know you do. Now let me,” he said and he cradled me in his arms as he leaned up and flipped me over onto my back in one swift motion. He was in me so deep and he caged me in his arms and pinned me with his weight. It wasn’t long before I was coming in nothing flat as my climax washed over me like a fast moving current in a raging river. “I’m going to have you. Nobody can take you away from me. You’re mine,” he ground out as his thrusts quickened and he penetrated me with a territorial, masculine force.
     “Yours,” I called out, caught up in our lovemaking. It was raw and passionate and rough and perfect. He fucked me hard and deep and my head lunged forward with each stabbing thrust. I could feel him push inside me when he came and our love filled cries mingled together as they echoed through the caverns. Again and again our ecstasy filled shouts could be heard as we made love. I felt the gush of wetness when he spilled his seed in me and we lay there together for a long time, naked and alone and basking in the warm waters of the spring as we snogged for what seemed like blissful days.

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     “She said something shocking, Ginny that is,” I said and I lifted my head from his chest as we laid together, arms and legs wound around each other in a post coital embrace.
     “Is this something I need to know?” Draco asked.
     “No, not really, but it struck me as odd. She said she wanted to kill Harry.”
     “Potter again?” Draco scoffed. “Isn’t he dead already?”
     “Well, yes, but maybe—“
     “Maybe what?”
     “Maybe he’s not dead,” I finally said. I had debated it in my mind and I didn’t see any reason to keep it from Draco. It wasn’t as if I had any proof or anything to hide and I was almost sure that Draco already knew about the raids that a cloaked wizard had made on a number of towns across England, where he took down checkpoints and ended many Death Eaters.
     “He’s not,” Draco said as he twirled one of my curls between his fingers.
     “You know for certain?” I sat up in astonishment and my breasts fell into view.
     “The Dark Lord seems to think so. He has all of us running extra drills and security has been amped up since the Potter sightings began.”
     “Really? That’s amazing!” I said and then I clamped my mouth shut.
     “Is it now?” the blond smirked.
     “You know what’s amazing?”
     “What?”
     “How I never tire of sucking on such a fine pair of tits,” he said and then I squealed when his teeth grazed against my nipple as he sucked and licked.
     “I fell right into that one, didn’t I?” I laughed.
     “Happy New Year, Granger,” he said and he wagged his eyebrows. “Spread your legs for me, I want to rein in the New Year properly.”
     “Oh my…yes!” I moaned when his head dipped below my waist and satisfying chills shot up my spine. “Gods, you’re so good at that. If they gave out Outstandings for cunnilingus, you would have all the wizards beat.” Draco looked up at me and grinned as he licked his lips and went back to work on me.

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     It was well after midnight by the time we dragged our sated selves back through the tunnel that led to the Liege’s posh estate. We were joking and carrying on as we went and that continued as we moved through the passage and exited where the statue of the Venus de Milo was erected. We were off in our own little world, a world where Draco and I were equals, where I didn’t have to watch my tongue (much anyway) and where for the first time in years I felt every bit like the ‘Granger’ he referred to me as. That was suddenly halted though when we realized that Draco had a visitor. “Where’ve you been?” an older looking man with reddish brown hair and who was wearing an official Death Eaters uniform said. I recoiled behind Draco who had raised his wand on the wizard and taken on a defensive stance.
     “Fuck, Charlie, you startled me,” Draco spat and then I watched as he lowered his wand. Charlie? As in Weasley? I was cautious as I still stood behind the Liege but I glanced at him in search of some resemblance to the Charlie I’d known so many years previously.
     “Bloody hell,” Charlie said when he saw me and his face went pale. “Is that…?”
     “Of course not,” Draco snapped. “She was killed during the round up.”
     “No, she wasn’t, and she’s wanted Draco,” Charlie said and I grew nervous.
   “Stop it, you’re frightening her,” Draco chastised.
     “Yes, but my Liege…Sir?” Charlie looked confused.
     “This is Rose, Rose this is Charlie.”
     “Pleasure,” I said but I was flustered and I curtsied. That was not proper etiquette for a Death Eater. Handing him my papers, was. Draco stared at me for a moment but then turned back to Charlie.
     “You weren’t due until next week. Shouldn’t you be tending to my business, you know, at the Ministry?”
     “Landon Stratford, The Liege of Devon, he’s been killed,” Charlie announced and I swallowed hard, but tried to appear normal. It was futile.
     “Killed? Why that is news to me,” Draco lied.
     “Sir, please…Draco?” Charlie looked positively morose and he grimaced. “The Dark Lord had a tracking spell on Charles, thought he was robbing from the Ladies Auxiliary via his wife Melinda. The spell was broken two hours before midnight. Your Father flew into a rage! Claimed that only murder by magic could break the spell he had on him.”
     “My father is dead!” Draco howled angrily. “But so what? So a thieving bastard bit the dust. Doesn’t seem like much of a loss. The Dark Lord can just name another…son… to his post. What’s any of this have to do with me?”
     “The tracking spell tracks him, hence why it’s called a tracking spell,” Charlie explained. I covered my mouth when I realized just what it was he was saying. “His last known whereabouts were here, on this very veranda Draco!”
     “And seeing as you know that it’s safe to assume that the Dark Lord does too?” Draco asked and Charlie nodded reluctantly. “Fuck.”
     “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. They’re coming for you. The Dark Lord wants you for questioning.” At that Draco lit his wand and he frantically began to roll up his sleeve where he exposed the dark mark on his arm. I gasped when I saw that the tattoo markings were moving in hideous fashion. Skulls screamed and snakes lashed at one another in a pool of crimson, which I could only assume to be blood. Draco quickly pushed his sleeve back down as he cursed under his breath.
     “Herm—Rose, go home. Lock and ward your doors. Does he know about her?” Draco asked with a sense of urgency in his voice.
     “I—I don’t know. My sister rode for Diagon Alley, I passed her carriage en route to warn you.”
     “Bloody hell, that bint will nark her out to the Dark Lord.”
     “You don’t know that for certain,” Charlie said. “We spoke, briefly mind you. The less I have to say to her the better,” the elder Weasley said with the look of disgust playing over his face. “She said she wouldn’t, so long as you marry her Draco.”
     “I knew it! I knew you wouldn’t voluntarily marry her,” I blurted out. “I knew she was lying about the sex too.”
     “Hermione, it’s so good to see you,” Charlie finally said and he leaned over and gave me a hug.
     “Yes she already threatened to turn you in,” Draco confirmed my suspicions. “Why is she going back to Diagon Alley at all then if not to tell him—“ Draco questioned.
     “She said she’s pregnant and she went back to have the test confirmed. She says it’s yours Draco,” Charlie said and I narrowed my eyes on Draco. The blond’s eyes fell closed.
     “So then Rose is safe?” Draco finally asked, ignoring the glaring question.
     “Yes,” Charlie said. I was furious though. Ginny wasn’t lying after all. She and Draco did sleep together and right at that moment I wanted to be sick. Instead though, I slapped him. Hard.
     “How dare you! How dare you sleep with Ginny Weasley and then stick your cock in me!” I shrieked and an explosion of salty tears burst from my eyes.
     “Granger, just listen,” he said and he gripped me by the shoulders. I pulled out of his grip and backpedaled.
     “No! And to think I was actually going to wear your blasted collar. I was going to be your slave. I’m such an idiot!”
     “Hermione, please,” Draco said again.
     “No! Get away from me. Don’t you ever touch me again, you—you slimy little ferret!” I stood there for a moment, gazing at his blasted, handsome face. He looked sad when I called him that particular name. After that, I ran. I tore through the house and into the dining hall where my coat and evening bag (with my wand inside it) were sitting neatly on a table where the house elves must have left it after they cleaned up the dinner and party mess. I could hear Draco calling after me so I did something that I hadn’t done in years, mainly because it was against the law for Muggle-Borns to perform such advanced magic. I spun in place and apparrated away. It wasn’t until I’d locked and warded the doors of the Brothel did I finally breathe a sigh of relief. “I never should have gotten myself involved with Malfoy of all people!” I said aloud as I stood in the dim light of the empty tavern.
     “Merlin, I thought you’d never figure that out,” a voice said and I turned and smiled when I saw Ron standing there with his hands clasped together in front of him, looking every bit the rugged, handsome man that he was. Ron, a good wizard, a hardworking and loyal man.
     “Oh Ron, I was stupid. I’m so sorry can you ever forgive me?”
     “Yeah, I forgive you. Come here,” he said and he opened his arms and I immediately sunk into a warm bear hug. “You didn’t happen to see Tuesdee while you were out, did you?” he asked and I looked up and shot him a quizzical expression.
     “No, why would I?”
     “She left. The stuff with Ginny was too much for her.”
     “You told her? Why on earth for?”
     “Because she asked me why my sister would want to shag me. Yeah, she knows who I am. I had to tell her that too. It’s so demented. I never want to see Ginny again.”
     “That makes two of us!” I said. Then suddenly I was being kissed. It happened so fast I had no clue what to do, so I just stood there as Ron’s lips kneaded my mouth in an awkward and surprising snog.
     “I know I’m not rich and flashy, but I’ve always loved you,” Ron said when he broke off our impromptu kiss. “I’ll be good to you, I promise. Can we…maybe…try again…You think?” I had a knot in my throat the size of a bezoar.

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Authors Note: Had to do it, don’t hate me too much. The plot is really going to kick into high gear at this point. Lots of surprises to come; some good, some really good and some not so good. Next chapter I will shift to Draco’s POV for a bit. It will be written in third person, versus first person for Hermione’s POV. Hope that isn’t too confusing for the reader. I think switching tenses for the different POV’s makes it easier to differentiate between the storyteller or narrator, but maybe I’m wrong and it’s just annoying and jarring lol As always, leave a review if you want to!
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