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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42453 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

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Draco could see the sky lightening between the leaves of the trees above them. The sun would rise any moment, which he was grateful for because stumbling around in a black forest was a huge pain in the ass. They were continuously tripping and getting caught up in unseen branches, Granger's dress becoming a hindrance.
He looked over at Granger. She was dead tired. Her dress had grass stains and mud on it from when she had rescued him. His heart clenched every time he thought about it. She had saved him, again, for he most surely would have been captured and certainly murdered if not for her incredible courage.
It was slightly perverted but he was ridiculously turned on when he thought about the way she had handled the horse and held the men at bay with her magic. She had picked it up so easily, he was floored. He was still having trouble with some of the spells she had done. The first time he'd been able to actually Stun a wizard was when he had dragged Granger to safety. Literally. She'd been like some kind of frenzied warrior princess and he had been worried that she would go for a full-frontal attack on the men after they had brought down the horse.
When he'd first fallen the pain had been so intense that he couldn't breathe, the jinx rendering him completely immobile. He'd felt helpless as she begged him to help her and his useless body had let her down, but she hadn't needed him at all. She'd battled a dozen wizards while still managing to Levitate him to the horse and continue on.
She was hands-down the most incredible creature he'd ever laid eyes on. She had completely enraptured him in just a few short days.
Now, he couldn't think about anything other than shoving her against a tree and ravishing her mouth until she couldn't think about anything but him either. And what had Milo told him? "Trust your instincts?" Well, fuck.
He did.
Draco had her pinned against the nearest tree before he could even contemplate his brash actions. She froze in shock below him but he simply plundered her mouth mercilessly until she kissed him back. It didn't take long, her body seeming to ignite beneath his touch and she arched in to him making him groan like a dying man. She was all soft, warm curves, and that mouth...
He pressed his tongue though her parted lips and explored the cavern of her hot mouth, making her gasp in surprise. Her hips instinctively pressed up against his and he growled into her mouth, driving his erection roughly against her crevice until she gasped.
He was being too abrasive, he knew, but he couldn't stop himself. His hands were on her hips, memorizing the intriguing curve of her, not yet going where he itched to go. He didn't want to frighten her, but Merlin, it was hard to be good when she pressed against him like that, all but purring in pleasure.
What the hell had he ever done to deserve something like this? She had saved his life, twice, and now she was wrapping herself wantonly around him as he took what wasn't his, what could never be his.
This realization had him tearing himself away from her for the second time in just a few hours. Gods, what was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just keep his bloody hands off her? He was a murderous Death Eater, serving a twisted master, and she was a Muggle-born, Harry Potter's best friend. He should hate her, had, until she had thrown herself at guards and gallows to save him.
She's not for you.
Draco was panting, his hands flying up to his hair while he stared at a flushed and flustered Granger. She was leaning against the tree, her lips red and swollen, her cheeks pink and her hair wild where he had grabbed at it. She looked mussed, she looked wonderful…she looked confused.
Draco cursed harshly, turning away from her pained gaze. He knew he was hurting her by rejecting her yet again, but he knew it would be easier this way, easier than her waking up with the knowledge that she hated him and had let him take advantage of her while she was vulnerable. He knew he was an arse, a murderer, a despicable creature, but he wasn't a rapist. He wouldn't force himself on her even when she thought she wanted it.
When she was rested and able to think straight, when they both were, they would look at this and know it was absurd. It was crazy. He hated her; she hated him, that's the way it was.
The way it had to be.
Draco said nothing, there was nothing to say. His hormones were out of control, he was overly tired. They had been through a lot in the past couple of days. It was enough to set anyone off.
When he turned back around Granger was begging him with her eyes to explain what just happened, but he couldn't because he didn't know himself. He wished right then that he knew Occlumency so he could see what she was thinking.
"We should, er, probably make camp...we could think better if, er, we...you know rested..." he stuttered. What was wrong with him? He had never been nervous after kissing a girl before. This chit was getting to him worse than he realized.
She nodded jerkily and kneeled by the pack he hadn't realized he'd dropped. She pulled out two small swatches of fabric and charmed them into full sized blankets. She handed one to him wordlessly without looking at him then wrapped the second around herself and laid down, facing away from him.
"I'll take first watch," he said to her back, glad that his voice was back to normal. "Just in case the Trackers come back."
She didn't move or make any notion that she had heard him. Sighing, Draco wrapped the blanket around himself and leaned against a tree. There wasn't much room between all the trees and bushes and he was much closer to her than he'd have liked but he didn't dare move away in case the Trackers did come back. He watched her as her side rose and fell to her breathing. Eventually it slowed and he figured she had fallen asleep. He continued to watch her for much longer until the sun rose and his eyes drooped.
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Hermione's head spun with everything that had just happened. He'd kissed her. Again. And he'd shoved her away. Again. And she wanted him.
Again.
Hurt me once, shame on you, hurt me twice, shame on me.
Shame on her indeed.
She'd drifted off for a bit, exhaustion overtaking her distracted mind, but she woke feeling un-rested. By the position of the sun she knew it was probably mid-morning. She was stiff and sore, every piece of her aching from all the fighting of the last few days, not to mention being knocked off a horse.
Malfoy snored softly beside her. He'd fallen asleep hours ago. She snorted. Some watch he was.
She didn't wake him even though she itched to get moving again. Instead, she leaned against the tree Malfoy had shoved her against only hours before and worried about Harry and Ron and what was happening without her. Were they worried sick about her? Were they dead? Was everyone dead? Had they won? Had they retreated? Had they lost? What if Voldemort was ruling the wizarding world when they returned and she had done nothing to stop it?
Her hatred for Malfoy boiled once again to the surface. This was entirely his fault. If he hadn't broken her necklace they wouldn't be here. She wouldn't be worrying over her friends, wouldn't be fretting over the fact that she'd failed her task, the most important task she'd ever been given. She wouldn't be wondering if Malfoy actually wanted her or just wanted to mess with her.
Hermione really hoped Alvida Eynon was able to fix the Time Turner and send them back so she could set everything straight. She remembered seeing the necklace in the robes she had been wearing when this whole thing began; tucked into the sack Sari had packed. Her clothes were still in the corner of their outhouse, however. It didn't really bother her; she had plenty of clothes back home. If she ever got home that was. If not...well she wouldn't be in need of them anyway.
She was scared they would do something to change the future. The whole step-on-a-bug-and-alter-the-universe sort of thing. She was terrified that they would get back and nothing would be the same, her friends wouldn't know her or Voldemort would be ruling... anything could happen.
She sighed and rolled her stiff neck. She needed to relieve herself, so she got up and walked behind a bush to do her business. She transfigured a rock into tissue and used that to clean herself. She definitely missed indoor plumbing.
When she got back to their little makeshift camp, Malfoy was still snoring away on his back, one hand resting on his chest, the other thrown over his head. She watched him for longer than she should, mulling over her feelings for him. Feelings she knew she shouldn't have but couldn't help anyways. Why did he keep kissing her and then pushing her away? Was he feeling guilty? Dirty for wanting her? Or was he just trying to confuse her? Because if the latter was it, it had surely worked well. As for him feeling dirty for kissing her, that was alright because she felt dirty for kissing him.
Too bad she enjoyed feeling dirty.
Hermione jumped when she realized that the man she had been staring at was staring back at her. How long had he been awake? Had he noticed her watching him sleep like some lovesick fool?
"Er, we should probably get going..." she said, shuffling uncomfortably under his gaze. Why was he looking at her like that?
He pushed lithely to his feet and Hermione's heart fluttered. Even in hose and a tunic he was good looking. She knew how hard his body was underneath it all from when he had pressed against her. Remembering the way he had so suddenly shoved her against that tree made her knees weak. Realizing that she was now the one staring again, she moved to her blanket and folded it as small as she possibly could before remembering she had to bewitch it anyway to fit it into the bag. It took her two tries to make the darn charm work but she finally did and shoved the swatch of fabric mercilessly into the bag. Why was she so nervous?
Malfoy reached into his own bag and dug around until he found what he was looking for. He held out a piece of bread to her and when she took it she noticed her hand was trembling.
Dammit, Granger, pull yourself together!
"Thank you," she murmured. He grunted and took one out for himself before leaning against a tree with his legs and arms crossed. He continued to stare at her as the two of them munched on the dry but delicious tasting bread. Hermione's stomach growled much to her mortification and she turned beet red. Malfoy smirked but said nothing. He finished the bread and lifted the sack with his left hand before hissing in pain and dropping it.
"What? What is it?" Hermione rushed forward to see if he was alright. He clutched at his shoulder. She brushed his hand away and replaced it with her own trying to see where he was hurt. Suddenly Malfoy's fingers wrapped around her wrist and peeling her hand off of him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he growled.
"Don't be silly, I have to see what's wrong," she said trying to take her hand back, but he hung onto it.
"It's fine. Just wrenched it."
"You could have damaged something when you fell," she argued tugging her hand from his grasp. "I just want to look."
As she was already moving the fabric of his long sleeved tunic aside he acquiesced with a shrug which made him hiss in pain again. When she uncovered his shoulder she gasped to see it was blossoming with ugly black and purple bruises. Hermione gently used her fingers to feel the muscle, trying to figure out if he had pulled something. His skin was unbearably smooth and his muscles like steel beneath. She massaged his shoulder and felt a knot as big as an egg but the clothing was getting in the way.
"Malfoy, take off your shirt."
"Well, well, Granger, if you had wanted me to strip for you, you should have just said something."
She glared at him. "Don't be crude. Your tunic is getting in the way and I need to see how bad it is."
"I told you it's fine, now just let it go."
"Fine! Suffer then! See if I care!" she screamed before turning on her heel and heading off into the trees. She didn't even look back to see if he was coming. He was so infuriating! Why did he have to be an insufferable git all the time?
They walked in silence for a long time. The woods became thicker but she knew she had to steer clear of the path so there were more plants to battle through. Hermione stopped every once in a while to check the sun to make sure they were headed the right way. She had to lift her skirts high several times to step over logs or to fight her way through a thorny bush. More than once she had to stop and untangle herself. She thought of the many times she and Harry had had to walk through the Forbidden Forest and they'd had similar problems. She smiled sadly thinking about him, wondering if she'd ever see him again, wondering if he was alright. Was he thinking about her? Wondering where she was? And what about Ron? She knew he fancied her and they had tried to make it work several times, but she knew deep in her heart that it never would. They were just too different.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice the sun starting to sink.
"Granger, do you think we've gone far enough for today? I'm bloody hungry and tired as hell," Malfoy called behind her as she battled with a tree branch which had become ensnared in her long hair.
"Poor baby, you've probably never had to put forth so much effort before in your life," she chided, finally disentangling her waist length locks. She turned to him and smiled condescendingly, pinching one of his cheeks like he was a child. "But you've been such a good little boy today, keeping up with me."
He smacked her hand roughly away from his cheek and scowled at her and she grinned.
"I would be a little more careful who you choose to anger, Granger," Malfoy said darkly.
"What are you going to do, kill me and try to get to Alvida by yourself? We both know you'd never make it," she snapped, allowing her anger at him to get the better of her.
There was a tense moment of silence between them as they stared each other down.
"We walk until sundown," she said tersely and started forward again. They had at least half an hour before then and she wanted to get as far as possible. Once the sun went down it would be far too dark to see where they were going. Besides, the further they were into the forest, the safer she felt somehow. She didn't figure the Trackers would follow their trail this far into the forest but her guard was still up.
Three quarters of an hour later it was too dark to see where they were going anymore. Hermione finally relented and told Malfoy they could make camp in a small clearing to their right, that way they could make a fire to help keep them warm. Her hands were so frozen they were hard to move, her feet like ice blocks in her rough boots.
She started Summoning sticks and bramble for their fire while Malfoy walked to the clearing and started digging into the pack. Hermione turned back to the camp, her arms full, to find Malfoy gone.
"Malfoy?" she called out, looking around for his platinum locks. "Malfoy?" Silence greeted her calls. Figuring he had gone to relieve himself she decided not to worry about it and proceeded to light the fire with a wave of her hand, sighing in pleasure as heat enveloped her.
She heard the snap of a twig from behind her and whipped around, expecting to see Malfoy, but only met darkness.
"Malfoy?" She looked all around, the dark pressing in on her. Her eyes were horrible in darkness and for the first time it really bothered her. Shadows upon shadows overlapped, creating monsters that weren't there.
"Malfoy, if this is some kind of sick joke it's not funny. Where are you?"
Wishing she could light her wand, she struck out into the forest where she'd heard the noise. "Malfoy!" she called. She heard a rustle to her right and walked toward it. "Malfoy this isn't funny anymore! Come out!"
An arm shot out at her and pulled her roughly against a hard body. She cried out but the sound was muffled when a hand clamped itself over her mouth. She struggled, fear clawing at her insides.
"Shh, Granger, it's me. For Merlin's sake, be quiet!"
Hermione stilled. Malfoy! His lips were pressed right next to her ear. "Look."
He nodded into the trees ahead of them and she saw movement, but she couldn't tell what it was.
"Trackers," he murmured into her ear. Ridiculously, a delicious sensation stole through her body. He was still holding her tight tightly against his chest.
"I heard them when I went to take a piss. We have to put out that fire. Come on, move!" She noticed for the first time the figure that was moving towards them.
Malfoy took a firm hold of her elbow and dragged her though the trees, dousing the fire as they passed it and yanking her further into the now pitch black woods. So much for the Trackers not following her and Malfoy into the forest.
They tried to move as quietly as possible while keeping an eye on the man moving towards them. Suddenly the Tracker dropped and Hermione turned to Malfoy.
"Good thinking." she whispered.
"Let's get out of here. Come on, before-"
"Gotcha!"
Hermione screamed as she was lifted bodily into the air by a pair of beefy arms. The stench of the man assailed her nostrils and made her feel ill as she fought against him, whimpering as he slapped a dirty hand over her mouth. Malfoy roared and the sounds of a scuffle met her ears as the man turned with her into the woods. She tried to turn to curse him but she couldn't move, her arms pinned painfully to her sides as the man dragged her through the brush. Malfoy was yelling behind her and she tried to see where he was but the man holding her threw her roughly over his shoulder, his pace increasing. She tried to Stun him but the spell was useless. He'd obviously placed some sort of block on her and her heart clenched in terror.
"Take her back to the dungeons, Hugo!" a man said who appeared suddenly to their right as Hermione kicked and screamed, beating the man's back and shoulder in a desperate attempt to escape.
"Malfoy!" she screamed hysterically and she heard him call back some distance behind her.
Knowing her captor was about to Apparate with her she brought her knee against his stomach as hard as she could. He grunted, but it didn't seem to have much more of an effect on him than that and Hermione's heart filled with dread as the man began to turn.
Suddenly, he keeled forward bringing her down with him. Hermione cried out as she hit the forest floor hard and the large man landed on top of her.
She couldn't breathe and pain radiated through her body, she couldn't move, crushed by the limp man above her. A moment later the man was Levitated off her and she gasped, air returning to her lungs. Malfoy was there, rolling her onto her side as she sucked in painful breaths.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She nodded between harsh coughs.
"We have to move. There could be more." He pulled her to her feet and kept his arm around her when she stumbled.
"Sorry, head rush," she muttered. His arm stayed where it was as he pulled her into motion. She stopped, crying "Wait! The bags!"
"Leave them, it's not important."
"But the necklace-"
"I have it. Let's go, I don't fancy a third round with these blokes." His hand clasped hers and he pulled her along as they fought their way through the dark woods. Hermione ached in every bone in her body and the night air turned frigid. She had to fight to keep moving but she didn't want to let Malfoy know how tired she was. So she trudged along a little behind him, her hand still enveloped in his. It was the only warm part on her body.
She wondered nervously why Malfoy had grabbed the necklace. And when. It had been there when she had taken the blankets out this morning so he must have done it sometime after that. But what in the world would make him think of doing that? Had he planned on leaving her? Again? That was preposterous; he had no idea where they were going. Unless...
"Malfoy, did you grab the map?"
"Yes, I have everything important." Her heart sunk. He had planned on leaving her.
They continued on, tripping and fighting through the brush. The dark was consuming, not an ounce of light seemed to penetrate this far in. Hermione had never been scared of the night before, but this dark frightened her. They ran into trees, bushes, everything. After a long while of doing this Hermione pulled Malfoy to a stop.
"We're not getting anywhere. It's too dark. I don't think they'll be back tonight. Let's just stop and rest until morning."
She couldn't see his face but knew he was chewing over what she had said.
"You're right. But we can't chance a fire tonight and one of us will have to stay awake. We'll take turns."
"Yeah, like you did so well this morning?" she teased.
"Shove it, Granger."
"It's probably for the best you stay awake; you'd certainly bring the lot of them down on us with your incessant snoring."
"I do not snore!"
Hermione did an exaggerated rendition of him hacking saws while he protested, shoving her playfully.
She laughed. It felt good. After an entire day of ignoring each other it felt good to banter like this.
She stopped laughing when he drew her into his arms. His face was inches from hers; she could feel the heat seeping into her skin, his breath brushing against her cheek as one long fingered hand cupped her face, brushing back her hair. Hermione couldn't move, she was held in place by the knowledge that maybe, just maybe he did want her.
"You're a siren," he breathed. She sucked in a breath and held it. "I don't know whether to grab you and make love to you until we both die from exhaustion or to run away as fast and as far as possible."
"It doesn't look like you're running to me," she said breathlessly. Was she flirting with him? What was her problem? She knew he would just end up hurting her again.
Push him away! Do it! Now, before-
Too late. Fingers tightened in her hair as his lips descended upon hers, hot and greedy. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue swept between her lips and took hers, dragging her tighter against him. Her arms snaked around his neck, her fingers curling in his fine hair, dragging him further down.
Would she never learn? He'd hurt her so many times before, what would make this time any different? You're just going to get your heart broken, falling for a guy like him, she warned herself. But she couldn't get herself to care when his lips were strolling against her own, leisurely making their way down her jaw to her ear. He kissed the spot right behind it making her moan, her head falling back to give him more room while waves of heat thrummed through her body at his touch. His hot breath caressed the delicate shell of her ear before sucking her lobe into his hot mouth. She gasped and he nuzzled her hair before returning to her neck and traveling to her collar bone. Hermione's fingers tightened their hold against his neck and he made a noise of approval before taking her mouth once more with fervor. She moaned deep in her throat and he pulled her closer to him to show her the evidence of his arousal. Her breath caught when she felt it. It was so large and hard and it made her want more. She pressed her hips harder against his, knowing that somehow, there had to be more.
"Easy," he murmured, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. She moaned in confused frustration. She had never felt this way before, had never experienced what it meant to feel wanted, to have someone turn her veins to lava, to feel that ache between her legs only Malfoy could relieve.
He continued his assault on her skin, lowering to the cleavage poking out of the top of her dress. He flicked his tongue just beneath it, but not far enough to reach her nipple where she suddenly wanted his mouth.
Hermione Jean Granger! What has gotten into you? she berated herself. You are turning into a harlot!
But he made her feel things she had never felt before, things she'd never even know she'd wanted and right now, she didn't care if that made her dirty, so long as he never stopped.
Her hands ran though his silky hair, down his strong shoulders and beneath his cloak to his masculine chest while he treated her other breast with the same attention. He growled low in his throat when she raked her nails over his nipples and dragged his teeth gently across her skin in reward. She smiled, liking that she could make him react in such a way. It made her feel powerful.
His mouth found hers again and his tongue curled around her own, dancing an exotic dance that made her knees weak. He tightened his grip on her to keep her from collapsing into a puddle, pulling her hips back to his again. She gyrated against him and he growled, nipping her lip, while sparks of electricity shot to her core.
His kisses slowed, easing, until he was simply plucking at her lips in a way that made her sigh in pleasure. His mouth pulled away from hers and he stood there, breathing hard, looking into her eyes.
"I'll take the first shift. Go ahead and lie down," Malfoy said, his voice gravelly. He released her gently, not like the other times when he had thrown her from him. Something had changed and it made Hermione's stomach quiver in confusion.
Malfoy urged her to the ground and she sat, the earth cold and damp. She grabbed a rock, intending to transfigure it into another blanket but he gripped her wrist quickly.
"No magic, I heard them talking before you came up. They tracked our magic, that's how they found us."
"But in the field…we didn't do any magic…"
"I, er, might have cast a Cushioning Charm on my seat-thing. I'm sorry, it was just so bloody uncomfortable!" Malfoy admitted and Hermione giggled.
"You are a terrible rider."
"A terrible horse rider," Malfoy admitted before his voice grew low, his thumb tracing her wrist where he still held her. "There are other things I prefer to ride."
Hermione shivered, and not from the cold air around her. Her nether regions clenched at the thought of Malfoy atop her, taking her, filling her as she'd never been before.
He shifted back against a tree, releasing her and she shivered harder, this time from a harsh breeze which whistled through the trees. She was freezing but she hugged her cloak tightly around herself and lay down on the hard earth, resigned to her fate of a long, bitter night.
Hermione could feel Malfoy's warm body next to hers. He sat stone still as if afraid to touch her. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but she was too uncomfortable. She was exhausted, cold, hungry, thirsty, and her entire body was sore. She tried to find a comfortable position but it was no use. The ground was hard and cold and damp from the mist.
"Come here," Malfoy bade. She looked up and took the hand he held out, allowing him to pull her to his chest. He leaned her back against it and wrapped the folds of his cloak around her. He relaxed back against the tree and she snuggled closer into his warmth, sighing as his heat enfolded her.
This is wrong, you shouldn't be doing this...don't get close to him...you'll only get hurt. Even as her mind protested, her body sank into his and ignored it for once.
"Better?" he asked. She could feel the rumble of his voice reverberate in his chest. She realized she'd never been held like this by a man before.
"Much. Who knew you could be so considerate?" Hermione murmured, nuzzling her forehead against his neck.
Malfoy chuckled. "Don't tell anyone, you'll ruin my reputation."
She smiled and sighed. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.
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XOXO
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