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Never Mine	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ginny pulled me to my feet, my legs quaking beneath me. I tried to explain what was happening as she led me down a back staircase, hoping we wouldn't be intercepted. My heart hammered against my chest as I thought back on everything that had happened, on what I could have done to stop him. But what could I do? What were the choices? It wasn't as if I could simply will this away-
I stopped mid-step, grasping the banister as I swayed. Maybe there was something else he could do, maybe he didn't have to die. Dear Merlin, why hadn't I thought about this before?
"Ginny, I need your help."
…
Two months earlier…
The week flew by in a flash; I could hardly keep up with it at all. The boys succeeded in beating Hufflepuff over the weekend and I put a rowdy couple in detention for defiling Flitwick's classroom. Teachers piled on more homework in light of the Christmas holidays coming on fast. Patrolling duties were doubled due to the most recent breakout from Azkaban, meaning I was hurrying from tutoring Malfoy at night to relieve exhausted prefects. The first snow of the year dropped overnight, icing the grounds and forcing the N.E.W.T Herbology students to place Warming Charms on the Venomous Tentacula's soil, resulting in several nasty bites.
It was Friday again before I knew it, and I joined in the boys' earnest appreciation of the upcoming weekend. After dinner, I bid goodbye to the them at the portrait hole and traipsed blearily to the headmistress's office.
"Evening, Miss Granger," McGonagall said, looking over the top of her glasses. "You look about as spry as I feel."
"It's been a long week, professor," I confessed with a wan smile.
"Yes, it has indeed. I wouldn't let Mr. Malfoy see you weary, however. Be something of an open opportunity to strike, wouldn't it?" she said, signing the end of a letter with a flourish. I could see the corner of her mouth twitch.
"Yes, Professor," I replied, turning into the grate. "Number twelve, Grimmauld place!"
At first I thought the kitchen was empty but then I heard a loud snore and saw Mundungus passed out on the floor, having obviously toppled out of his chair. Grimacing, I stepped over his prone form and marched upstairs.
I was actually looking forward to spending a few hours with an intellectual rival. I'd found that when we weren't sniping at each other we had relatively decent conversation. He was smart and quick-witted; it was nice to converse about complex principles and have someone who could give me thoughtful opinions and challenge my views. The last two sessions had gone off without any major hitches; no screaming fits of pain or near-kisses.
I'd agonized over that night ever since. I could still feel his soft lips ghosting against mine, still feel my heart-stuttering reaction, and the full potion bottle now tucked away in my trunk in my dorm room taunted me. He hadn't been persuaded by magic, his reaction had been his own. I couldn't decide whether I was more or less troubled by this realization.
Shaking these thoughts aside, I walked right into Malfoy's room, realizing that it was unlocked for the first time. He looked up from the desk then turned right back around, scribbling on a piece of parchment.
"Finish that Astronomy practice test yet?" I asked, setting my bag on the foot of his bed. He grunted and turned a page in the book before him rather harsher than was necessary. "Are you having trouble?"
"Of course I'm having bloody trouble!" he growled, flipping a few more pages as if they had personally offended him. "It's a mite difficult to do this without being able to see the actual sky, you know."
I sighed sympathetically. "Well, what about the diagram I gave you?"
"In case you hadn't noticed, the sky is somewhat vast. A piece of parchment hardly does it justice."
"All you have to do is convert the dimensions," I explained, furrowing my brow. "I'm sure I got them right, I checked them four times…"
"The dimensions aren't the problem," he explained, pushing around a few papers to reveal the diagram I had spent hours on making. "I just can't seem to wrap my head around this conversion table. For instance, what in the world does this even mean?"
I sat next to him and for the next half hour we worked on mapping constellations and their geometric relationships to each other. Whenever Malfoy got frustrated I helped him work out the problems, marveling in the fact that most children who grew up in the wizarding world had never gone beyond the simplest of mathematics. It was no wonder he didn't understand the complex algebra.
"That's it!" I said proudly as he answered the equation correctly. He actually grinned.
"This feels more like Arithmancy than Astronomy," he complained, stretching and cracking his back.
"Well, it wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have to do the conversions," I confessed. "But you're doing really well. Professor Sinistra hinted these constellations would be on the test next week and I don't think you'll have any- Malfoy, what's wrong?"
He had doubled over clutching his stomach, clenching his teeth against the scream I knew he would have emitted had I not been sitting next to him.
"Malfoy, this is ridiculous, let me get someone-"
"NO!" he bellowed, grabbing my wrist before I could stand. His grip was so tight I knew there would be more bruises to add to the fading ones on my upper arms. "No, it'll-argh!-be over soon!"
Teetering on whether I should stay or get help, I watched his face contort as he struggled to gain control and couldn't bear to leave him. Placing my hand on top of his, which was still digging painfully into my arm, I offered him the only comfort I could. I wished more than anything that I knew some spell to ease him of his obvious agony, but nothing I'd learned over the summer seemed to fit with something like this.
When his fingers loosened and his breathing eased I regained my arm and rubbed where it was now bright red.
"Malfoy, tell me what's wrong," I implored. "Maybe I can help-"
"I've already told you," he gritted through clenched teeth. "You can't help me. This isn't something you can fix with a simple wave of your wand."
"How do you know? The Healers-"
"Those so called 'Healers' know little of what the Dark Lord is capable of."
I eyed him. "So Voldemort did this to you?"
"Don't say his name!" he hissed angrily, his twisted face looking up at me from where he was still doubled over in his chair, grasping his stomach.
I snorted. "Oh, come on, Malfoy. It's just a name."
"Just a name to you, but a thousand nightmares to me."
I swallowed my retort. "Alright. I won't say it."
He nodded, a single incline of his head, but I knew it was as much appreciation as I would get.
"So, so You-Know-Who did this to you?"
He said nothing but I took this as a yes. "Alright, fine. You won't tell me. Do, er, do you want me to go?"
"Best idea you've had all night, Granger."
Biting back my disappointment I took my leave, not saying a word to anyone as I made my way straight to my empty dormitory and began to pace. None of the books in Hogwarts would help me, not with a Dark Magic like this… Where in the world could I find an answer? I ripped off my robes as if they had seriously affronted me and pulled on a sleeveless dressing gown and continued my pacing. I could order them, I supposed, but that would be a dead giveaway as all the mail was being searched now. Besides, it wasn't as if Flourish and Blotts carried An Encyclopedia of Lord Voldemort's Darkest Curses. Then again, who would?
When the answer hit me, I smacked my forehead with frustration. Who better to ask than the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?
I sprinted back out of the portrait hole, ignoring the queries of the boys, and didn't stop until I'd reached Lupin's office. I banged on the door and he emerged, rubbing his eyes, looking pale and tired and I remembered that it was almost the full moon.
"To what do I owe this late call, Hermione?" he asked, stepping aside to allow me into the room.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think about the time," I apologized hurriedly, rubbing at a stitch on my side. "I just need some help and seeing as you're the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher I thought-"
"Hermione, what is this?" Lupin snapped in a steely voice, grabbing my arm gently. I was about to ask what he was on about until I saw where he was looking and winced. The bruises from when Draco had grabbed me a week ago had not quite faded away. I cursed myself for forgetting to wear long sleeves, but I woke in cold sweats almost every night and had stopped wearing long pajamas to bed months ago.
"Look, it's not what you think-"
"Is this what you meant about him being 'rough' with you?" he asked, his voice hard.
"Really, it's nothing I can't handle-"
"No, Hermione, this is not something you can just brush off," he said, grabbing my other arm and looking at the new ones from tonight before dropping them and stepping back to look down at me like an angry parent. "This has to stop. I'm going to McGonagall-"
"No! Remus, please-"
"Professor Lupin. In this school, you are to address me as your professor." The hard glint in his eyes told me to tread carefully, so I stamped down the urge to snap at him.
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry. But please, don't say anything, it really isn't what you think it is!"
"Then what is it, Hermione? Are you telling me someone other than Draco put those marks on you?"
"No," I conceded, watching his jaw set. "No, it was him. But he didn't do it on purpose. No, listen!" I pled when he looked about to argue. "I can't tell you why because I don't understand myself. He wasn't himself when he did it, it wasn't his fault. He felt terrible, honestly he was distraught over it." This was laying it on a bit thick, but I needed him to see reason. "He wouldn't hurt me, not really. And I think I'm starting to get to the reason you had me do this in the first place. That's why I came to you, I need your help."
He looked like he wanted to say more but I headed him off. "Please, Professor. Trust me on this. I think we have a real lead."
He glared at me. "And that would be…?"
"I don't know yet," I answered honestly. "I was hoping to get some books for research, see if anything jumps out at me, but Hogwarts doesn't hold anything like what I need."
"And what do you need?" He actually seemed interested now.
"I-I can't tell you," I said apologetically. His eyebrows disappeared into his graying hair.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry, Professor, but I promised I wouldn't say anything and if I can't gain his trust I'll never get what we need."
He once again looked as though he was holding back what he wanted to say before sighing heavily. "You're right. You need his trust. Is there anything you can tell me that wouldn't break it? Anything that will put my mind at ease that we are doing the right thing by sending you in there three times a week when this is the result?"
I thought on this for only a moment. "Yes, professor, there is." I swallowed. "Malfoy came to us for a reason. He turned his back on his family, on everything he knows. I trust him."
The older man sighed again and shook his head. "You continue to surprise me, Hermione. Alright. Let me see what I can do. But Hermione, please be careful. You may trust him, but he hasn't earned that trust from the rest of us and I would never forgive myself if he hurt you again. I hope you know what you're doing."
"Since when do I not, Professor?" I grinned cheekily. He let out a very wolf-like bark.
"You're right. Now get on to bed, and if I were you I wouldn't let the boys see those marks."
"Of course not, sir. Thank you. Goodnight."
I entered the common room with my hands over the marks Draco had placed upon me by making it look like I was cold. I bid them goodnight and their bewildered looks made me smile. When I looked back at the top of the staircase Ron was shaking his head and Harry was laughing at something he had said.
…
It wasn't until Monday morning at breakfast that I received a note from Lupin to meet him in his office after dinner that night before going to see Malfoy. This would make my visit short as I had patrolling duty at nine that night, but I couldn't pass up the chance that he had found something, so I sent back a hasty affirmative and left with the boys for Herbology.
The day dragged on as it was oft to do when you're looking forward to something. I couldn't wait to get my hands on those books and possibly an answer to the mysterious Malfoy. So when dinner came along, I scarfed down my steak and kidney pie as fast as I could without making myself sick and made my way to Lupin's office where I knew he was spending mealtimes as the full moon was tonight.
As soon as I knocked he bid me entrance, and I waited patiently as he finished drinking his Wolfsbane Potion.
"You know, I do believe yours was the only acceptable batch to come out of the N.E.W.T class. Slughorn seemed quite impressed and rather glad to not have to make it himself this month. I thank you," he said, tipping his now empty goblet towards me in a salute.
"You are most welcome," I replied. "So, did you find anything?"
"Right to the point then," he chuckled. "As a matter of fact, I did. Dumbledore seemed to have nicked a rather large supply of books from the Restricted Section. I thought I might find them in the Room of Requirement, but it turns out Dumbledore had his own personal collections elsewhere, so as not to have the wandering student stumble upon them. A quick chat with his old portrait revealed a positive cove." He waved to a table stacked so deeply with books it bowed under the weight. I gasped in surprised delight and ran over, grabbing the first ancient tome and glancing at the cover: Magick Moste Evile.
"Take what you can carry, I suppose. Come on over when you need to swap them out. But for now, I'm going to have to ask you to hurry as the sun will set any moment and I'd really rather you weren't present to see me transform for a second time."
"Of course, professor," I said breathlessly, yanking my bag open and shoving in Magick Moste Evile along with Curses for the Cursed and The Omnibus of Wicked Witchery. "Have a good night, professor, thanks again!"
"I'll see you in class on Tuesday. Please look over Ron's essay on identifying an Imperioised wizard. As he was snoring through most of the lesson I have a feeling he may have missed some of the key points."
"I will. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
The added weight in my bag made me hunch all the way to McGonagall's office, but she merely raised her eyebrows as I passed through. When I entered the kitchen I once again thought it was empty, but Tonks stood weakly up from where she had been bent over the trashcan behind the counter. Her face was wan, her hair mousy.
"Wotcher," she choked out before diving back over the bin. I hurried over as sounds of sick hit the bottom. The smell was nauseating but I rubbed her back encouragingly until she was able to stumble to a chair and I cleaned out the bile and hurried for a glass of water which I pressed into her hand. "Thanks."
"Morning sickness?" I ventured, having seen Fleur in similar circumstances several times.
"Morning, noon, night," Tonks moaned. "This child is determined to clean out my insides for good."
I squealed with delight and Tonks snapped her head up, groaning at her slip.
"Don't you dare breathe a word," she grunted. "Remus'll have my head. He wanted to tell Harry in person as he'll be godfather and all-"
"Harry will be the godfather?" I asked excitedly and the poor woman cringed.
"Don't mention that either or that mane of yours will give you a whole new meaning to Gryffindor's mascot."
"I won't say a word," I said, grinning madly. "I'm so happy for you both!"
"Yeah, well, you go ahead and take that as I'm not so sure anymore…"
"Well, you're not the only one having a bad night. It's the full moon."
She nodded and knocked over the glass which I cleaned up and refilled with a quick "Aguamenti!"
"How far along are you?" I asked.
"Er, three months?" Tonks said, rolling the glass against her forehead. "I can't believe I have six more months of this! Can't I just punch out the little bugger and be done with it?"
I laughed. "I'm sure every woman before you has wished that."
She gave me a small smile. "Thanks for the water and the support. You better get on upstairs."
"Oh, right!" I replied, having completely forgotten why I was here. I hurried up as fast as I could under the added weight of the Dark books and burst into Draco's room.
"Sorry I'm late, what would you like to start on tonight? I'm afraid we're rather short on-Malfoy?" My eyes raked the bedroom when I realized that I was talking to myself but a quick assessment told me he was nowhere to be found. My heart stopped beating in my chest. Had he escaped? Had he been taken? Surely Tonks would have heard something? But she had been sick, what if he had gone right under her nose. "Malfoy? MALFOY!"
I ran back out of the room, my heart now racing in my chest in my desperation to find him. Doors banged open as I peered hastily into each room, knowing in my heart he wouldn't be there. How could this have happened? Why would he leave?
I called his name all the way down the staircase and into the entrance hall where Mrs. Black began screaming and Tonks hurried into the hall, wand drawn.
"Draco's gone!" I cried over the screech of "Mudbloods! Filth! Blood traitors soiling the honorable house of Black!"
"What? He's gone?" Tonks called over the wailing, her hands over her ears. She took off up the stairs as I Stunned Mrs. Black and yanked the curtains back over her, my ears still ringing from the insults and the blood coursing through my veins. I threw open the front door and looked around in the darkness as if hoping he'd appear. A quick assessment told me no Death Eaters were skulking around, so I strode down into the yard, a thick layer of white muffling my footsteps, disappointment seeping through my bones at the lack of tracks, stating no one had charged the house and stolen him away.
I had thought we had been making a connection…why would he run? Why now? Or had he? Had he left by choice?
"Waiting for carolers?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin as I looked around for the source of the voice, relief spreading through me.
"Malfoy?" I called, confused when I saw no sign of him.
"Up here."
I looked up and sure enough, that white-haired ferret was sitting on the roof, a long piece of parchment strewn over his legs.
"Malfoy!" I cried in shock. "What the hell are you-?"
"Would you mind not hollering my name out for the world to hear? Only I'm sort of wanted, see."
"When I get up there-"
"Yes, yes, I'm sure you'll throw your best curses at me," he drawled, looking back down at his parchment with indifference to my bounding heart.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing up there?" I cried exasperatedly, torn between relief and anger.
"Full moon," he replied pointing up with his quill. "I thought I'd take advantage of- Granger, DUCK!"
I whirled around just as a red light flashed by my head and I saw three black figures sprinting towards me. My feet slid on the ice as I skidded around for the door but an Impediment Jinx hit me square in the back and I crashed to the ground with a cry. I cursed as my body was useless and I could hear them cackling behind me, Malfoy bellowing from above. I fought through the stiffness in my limbs, knowing I needed to move.
Rolling jerkily to my back, I saw Malfoy leaping to his feet on the roof and my heart caught in my throat as he scurried towards the edge, evidently intending on leaping to the balcony below, but I knew it was too far, he'd never make it.
"No, stay!" I screamed at him as I lifted myself off the frozen cement with my left hand while turning to the Death Eaters who were nearing me.
"Petrificus Totalis!" I cried and the front man's limbs snapped together and he fell back, knocking another over, the third having to jump over the pair. I took this momentary confusion to turn and scramble to my feet, sprinting towards the house.
The door was only meters away, but it seemed so far as I had to dive from the barrage of spells coming at me from my right. I was forced to roll as a curse blasted away the walkway beside me. By the time I looked up, Malfoy had disappeared and I could hear Tonks screaming my name from inside the house. Slipping in the snow, I scurried to my feet and lunged for the front step, but a curse caught my foot and yanked me back, dragging me across the ground. I shrieked as I tried to maintain grip on the frozen, snow covered ground, my nails breaking as I was pulled mercilessly along. Twisting around, I aimed my wand at my foot. "Relashio!"
Tonks had appeared at the door and began shooting Stunners at the Death Eaters while simultaneously trying to hold back a struggling Malfoy. I gained my feet and flew for the steps, another Impediment Jinx catching me, flinging my body forwards where my head smacked into the bottom step and I collapsed, temporarily dazed. I could hear Malfoy screaming my name as Tonks slashed her wand at my pursuers. I groaned, my head swimming, my body heavy as I fought off the curse once more.
"-dammit Granger, MOVE!" Malfoy screamed, the strain in his voice spurring me into action. Limbs still leaden, I scrambled up, falling against the railing as an explosion threw me off balance, pieces of wood slicing into me. With one last curse over my shoulder, I raced up the broken steps and dove over the barrier, barreling the other two into the hallway and slamming the door shut with my foot.
The three of us lay panting on the floor in a tangled heap for a moment until we caught our breath and looked at each other and the shouting commenced. I reprimanded Malfoy for making us worry, Malfoy yelled at me for stepping out of the barrier, Tonks told off both of us for the same things, and Mrs. Black screamed at us for defiling her house.
"Alright, that's enough!" Tonks hollered over the din, gaining her feet and looking out the window into the street. "They're gone. Hermione, are you all right?"
Before I could say anything, Malfoy was yanking my chin up, his eyes on my throbbing forehead.
"She's bleeding, she needs a Healer-"
"I'm fine," I argued, wrenching myself from his grip, knowing I would be sore in the morning but that there were no serious injuries.
Tonks made her own quick assessment of my forehead and the other gashes made by the exploding steps. "They don't appear to be deep. It didn't seem as though they were actually attempting to kill you, thank goodness for that at least."
"They were likely wanting to keep her alive and oriented so she could get them past the wards," Malfoy explained and my stomach plummeted at the thought.
"I thought the same thing. Alright, you two stay here! I need to notify the rest of the Order about this." With a bang! Mrs. Black was silenced again and Tonks lowered her voice. "Hermione, did you call out for Draco while you were outside?"
I lowered my head ashamedly. "Yes. I'm sorry, I didn't think-"
"We'll deal with it. It's not as though they didn't figure we had him in the first place. I have to go at once, wait for me to come back. Draco, could you please see to her injuries? And please, please, try not to kill each other while I'm gone."
She marched out of the room and Malfoy and I were left fuming where we had fallen on the floor.
"What were you thinking, calling out my name like that?" he snapped in hushed tones, not wishing to disturb Mrs. Black's portrait again. He rose to his feet and reached down to help me up, but I smacked his hand away and stood toe-to-toe with him, seething.
"What were you thinking leaving the house like that? You scared us to bits!" I whispered angrily. How could he blame me for this?
"Oh, I apologize for trying to get a bit of homework done which you have so kindly bestowed upon me! At least I stayed within the barrier!"
"I was looking for you!" I hissed. "If you hadn't gone gallivanting to the roof-"
"Oh, so now it's my fault you practically threw yourself at the Death Eaters?" he shouted, his face twisted with fury, his fists clenching.
"Well if you hadn't-!"
"Scum of the earth! Unworthy, dirty-blooded brats-!"
"SHUT UP!" we both screamed, throwing ourselves at the painting and tugging the drapes closed. Snarling, we thundered up to Malfoy's floor to continue our fight. He dragged me into the bathroom and shoved me down on the toilet seat, rummaging in the medicine cabinet for a salve.
"What a stupid thing to do, Granger," he barked as he slammed the door so hard the glass cracked, grabbing my chin again and holding fast when I tried to pull away.
"Me?" I raged as he began to administer the ointment to my laceration which instantly numbed even as my blood boiled. "You want to talk about stupid, let's talk about you trying to get out the door! Do you realize what we are risking by keeping you here? Do you realize the danger you would have been in if you had taken one toe off that front stoop? You aren't a Secret Keeper; you can't just come and go as you please! What if I had been killed and Tonks couldn't get to you? They would have grabbed you up easy as that; you haven't got a wand, in case you hadn't noticed!"
"I had noticed, thanks, and I wouldn't have needed one, nor would I have tried to leave the house, if you hadn't gone mad and decided to storm the streets of London screaming my name!" he yelled, chucking the bottle and rag he'd used to clean my wound into the sink.
I let out a howl of rage and shot to my feet, rounding on him. "And I never would have left if I hadn't been looking for you! What did you think would happen, leaving like that? No note, no nothing! I was terrified!"
"Of what? Of me finally being out of your bushy hair?"
"Of course not, you must know your safety is the most important thing-"
"And what about yours?" he snarled, advancing on me, his eyes dark with an emotion I'd never seen. "Do you realize what it's like standing on a fucking roof watching Death Eaters swarm on you and being able to do nothing?"
Touched, I found myself at a loss for words. "I-I wouldn't have guessed you'd care."
He swore and was on me in less than a second, yanking me against his chest and kissing me brutally. Stunned, it took me several moments to respond but when I did, I found I couldn't get close enough. I grasped at his hair, tugging at him while he groaned and pulled my hips flush with his. I gasped at this intimate venture and he made a sound low in his throat, gripping my thighs and wrapping them around his hips as he turned and crushed me against the wall, his wild behavior making me moan and dive hungrily into his mouth, suddenly starving for the man before me.
His fingers dug into my skin through my robes, clutching at me as he pressed me harder against the wall. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I used this leverage to hold him closer while his other hand grabbed at any part of me he could. I whimpered against him as his teeth sank into my lower lip and a jolt of electricity shot straight to my core. He growled at the noise and ground his hips into me, pressing his erection against my throbbing center, the sensation unlike any I'd ever felt before, unlike anything I'd ever imagined in my wildest wonderings about what happened between lovers. I moaned and pressed back, needing the contact, the friction.
We continued in this fashion for far too long, his hands finding my skin, ripping my sweater and Oxford out from the band of my skirt. The feel of his hot, calloused fingers on my torso felt so delicious that I gasped and jerked, urging him on until he was shoving up my bra to claim those small, sensitive mounds. His mouth worked mine diligently as I clutched at him, my mind reeling. The skin at the base of his neck was far too hot under my touch, the muscles in his shoulder bunching beneath my hold. Everything about him was too much, the sensations too intense.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he devoured my neck and his hands moved down, creeping under my skirt, cupping my bottom, his fingers brushing my aching center through my panties making me lurch. A part of my brain started shouting warnings, but he had completely consumed my senses and I could no longer heed rationality, only the driving need to be touched, just like that, again and again.
"So wet," he groaned huskily, making me shiver at his tone. Suddenly desperate for something out of my realm of understanding, I pressed against his fingers, needing the pressure, needing more. He let out a string of swears and his deft digits stole beneath the fabric and found my core. I knew I had to be positively dripping by the ease with which those fingers- oh, those fingers!- glided over me, discovering my folds in ways even I never had before. I had never been so turned on in my life.
I pulled his mouth back to mine to ground myself and he swallowed my moans and whimpers as he continued to explore, taunting me with his obvious expertise. I grabbed at him roughly, my fingernails carving trenches into his back as I attempted to tell him without words to just get on with the business and stop torturing me for Merlin's sake because I didn't know how much more I could take and oh, gods he was pressing a finger into me and, oh! he was pumping me with a drawn out, smooth rhythm while his hips pressed against me as if begging for attention. So I brought a hand to his front and rubbed him as he groaned like a dying man and pressed another finger into me, stretching me, and I gasped, bucking against him, my whole world spinning out of control with sensations I'd never felt before him.
"Bloody hell, Granger," he ground out against my lips, his sweaty forehead pressed against mine. In one deft move, he swung me around and whipped me across the hallway, banging into his room while I clung to his shoulders and he threw me onto the bed, his fingers miraculously never stopping. I arched up against his hand as he straddled me, kneeling above me for better leverage, a devilish grin crooking the corners of his mouth as he watched me writhing beneath his ministrations, obviously enjoying my reactions. He leaned down and took up my mouth again, kissing me as if it was the end of the world as we knew it while sounds tore from my throat unabashedly as waves of heat cascaded over me.
He ground his erection against my hip and when I moved to reach for it he snatched my wrist with his free hand, yanking it above my head and pinning it there, biting my lip again as if to scold me for pushing him too far. This possessive gesture nearly undid me and I strained against his hand, searching for release, crying out when his thumb met that sensitive bud and bolts of pleasure shot through me with every gentle caress. Then he was angling his fingers and my world was turning upside-down, my body winding up so tight it would surely explode-
"Hermione, Draco! Get down here!"
It was as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown on us. We launched away from each other and I leapt off the bed so fast I staggered into the desk and Draco was looking at me, eyes wide, as if I'd just hexed him. He cursed and it made me jump, my nerves stretched to the breaking point. I tugged at my clothes, trying to remember how to put them right and he swore again and came over to me.
"Pull yourself together, Granger," he growled, yanking my clothes into place and smoothing out my robes. Then he put his hand to my back and pushed me out of the room and I tottered down the stairs, my throbbing center trying to remember why we had stopped and my confused mind wondering why we had begun in the first place.
My weak knees threatened to buckle several times, but we finally made it downstairs, though now I wished more than anything that the Death Eaters had caught me so I wouldn't be in this ridiculous mess.
I stared around the kitchen at the small group which had gathered there, slightly awed. Malfoy prodded me discreetly in the back and I took a chair beside Mr. Weasley, nearly whimpering in mortification when I spotted Mad-Eye Moody in the small assembly, the scarred man directly avoiding my gaze. He shook his head a fraction of an inch from one side to the other, informing me that he hadn't divulged their intimate nature to the group and I felt my cheeks burning with the knowledge of what he'd seen.
"Alright, Hermione, we need to know everything that happened tonight," Mr. Weasley said, yanking my attention away from the ex-Auror as Malfoy leaned against the wall behind me, separated from the group. I was suddenly cold, empty after the heat I'd only moments before been consumed in. I wondered hysterically if the others could all tell by my flushed cheeks and glazed eyes what had been occurring above their heads as everyone stared at me. Bill leaned his forearms on the table and Tonks was hovering near the bin again, tapping her wand against her thigh. Kingsley stood sentinel by the fireplace and Mrs. Weasley bustled out of the kitchen, Butterbeers flying to each person in the room before crying out at my disheveled appearance and torn and bloody robes, taking a chair next to me and tending to the wounds Malfoy hadn't gotten to as I spoke.
They all listened with rapt attention as I explained everything I could remember, beginning with not seeing Malfoy in the room and ending with my narrow escape from the Death Eaters.
"Did you recognize any of them?" Bill asked.
"No, they had their masks on," I replied.
"I know who they were," Draco said from his position against the wall. Every eye trained on him. "It was Dolohov, Mulciber, and Travers. And Granger, I'd keep a distance from Dolohov, he's got it in for you for some reason."
I gulped. I knew why. He must still be angry about the Ministry fiasco in which he'd attempted to curse me but the Silencing Charm I'd placed upon him minutes before had rendered it weak. I could still feel the ache in my ribs once in a while and was thankful upon each twinge that he had not been able to perform the full curse.
"Well, we would really prefer to keep a distance from all of them," Mr. Weasley sighed, rubbing his tired eyes beneath his horn-rimmed glasses. "Alright, do we know if they actually heard you say 'Malfoy?'"
I winced in shame. "I can't be sure, though I'm fairly certain. They definitely weren't visible when I stepped out as I had been looking for Draco and scanned the area thoroughly, but that doesn't mean they weren't there and invisible or within hearing range."
"That's true," Mr. Weasley said. "But I still feel if they knew Draco was here they would have kept a contingent here."
"It's what I would do," an Auror I didn't know agreed.
"But even so, shouldn't we be on the safe side and move him?" Mrs. Weasley worried, looking around the group at large. "At least until we hear something?"
"It would be more dangerous to move him now," Kingsley replied crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Whether we moved him from here or Hogwarts there's no way our movements wouldn't be tracked and we don't have the man-power for a full contingent since the break-out. It's better we keep him here until we know more. It's our most fortified safehouse; if tonight was proof of anything it's that they are as of yet unable to breach our barriers."
"Then we'll need more guard," Mrs. Weasley conceded, her concerned expression turning to the blonde behind me. "Arthur and I can stay here for the time being and we'll increase the patrol-"
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Malfoy interrupted in a strained voice. "But I won't endanger any of you further. If it turns out my position has been compromised I am prepared to vacate."
A chorus of protests rang around the room and I turned in my seat to glare at him, but he stared stubbornly at the wall in front of him.
"Nothing is more important than your safety, Draco," Mr. Weasley said soothingly. I eyed him with my typical "I told you so" expression.
"I will not be a continued burden upon you," he said solemnly. His face had hardened to the look I recognized accompanied the stomach pains he suffered from. He excused himself quickly and left the room. I had to fight not to rise and follow him but I didn't want to draw attention to his sudden departure. The kitchen fell quiet for a minute before Mrs. Weasley spoke up:
"Of course he can't leave!"
"No, it's best he remain here," Mad-Eye agreed. "We'll increase patrol, no less than two stationed at all times from here on out."
"I'll get a schedule started," Bill offered. "Though I don't think you need to move in just yet. Let's keep an eye on their movements. If things pick up around here, we'll start coming up with an alternative. Hermione, I believe it would be in everyone's best interests if we were to wrap up this whole situation with utmost haste…"
I nodded, swallowing hard, the room suddenly hot. Spend less time getting my brains snogged out and more time interrogating the probable Death Eater who had very nearly given me my first orgasm not thirty minutes ago. Got it.
They all agreed upon the new scheduling and Mrs. Weasley shimmied me back up the stairs to continue our lesson. I knew we only had about fifteen minutes before I had to relieve Terry Boot from patrol, which was fine by me because I didn't know how I was supposed to confront him anyways. But there was no backing out as I had left my bag in his room. Resigned, I dragged my feet up the worn staircase and stopped in the open doorway. My heart hammered again when I didn't immediately see him and I jumped when he leapt through the open window I hadn't noticed. Shaking snow out of his hair, he handed me a slightly damp roll of parchment. I took it, and tried to ask what it was but my mouth seemed clamped shut.
"The Astronomy test," he answered my unasked question, a quirk to his lips as if sensing my uneasiness. I nodded and continued to stand there stupidly, not knowing what to do next. He just stared at me, his grey eyes boring into my soul. I could see this pain behind them, not yet diminished from the latest episode. I knew he knew I knew.
I cleared my throat. "I-er-have patrol, so…" I pointed behind me to the door, indicating I had to leave. He smirked at my obvious discomfort and I flushed crimson. He grabbed my bag from the floor, dipping a little after picking it up as if he hadn't anticipated the weight.
"Good gods, Granger, did you bring the whole library with you?" he asked, handing me the bag. I swung it onto my shoulder, the added weight forcing me to lean extra hard the other direction to stay level.
"Just some research," I replied, my gaze shifting to the floor. "So, er, I'll s-see you Wednesday. Goodnight." I had barely turned toward the door when his long arms wrapped around my body, dragging me against his strong chest.
"Goodnight, Granger," he whispered huskily, drawing my earlobe into his hot mouth, my body melting beneath his touch even as my skin erupted with goosebumps. My knees buckled as I whimpered and he hummed knowingly, his fingers twitching in kind.
Then he released me and I scampered from the room to his infuriating chuckles, pointedly not looking at Mad-Eye as I hurried for the fireplace.
It wasn't until the wee hours of the morning that I allowed myself to think about what had happened and realized I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.
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