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Verto Vitae	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco smoothed his face into a mask of mild interest.
"Sure, what's up?" he asked, trying to hide the Invisibility Cloak behind his back, but Potter was more observant than he'd hoped.
"Where did you get that?" he accused, standing and striding over to Draco, holding out his hand as if he intended Draco to give it to him. Of course they were supposed to be friends, but Draco was wary. Would he recognize it as his own?
Potter yanked the Cloak from his hands and studied the material before looking back up at him, seething. "Why do you have my Invisibility Cloak?"
Fuck. Seemed this Potter was just as sentimental about the damn thing as the other who had warned him with bodily harm if anything should happen to it on their travels.
"It's not yours," Draco explained, lying through his teeth. Technically it wasn't; it belonged to the Potter he'd left in the real world.
"I think I would recognize my own Cloak," he reprimanded, his face hard, his eyes flashing.
"Go ahead and check your trunk," Draco said resignedly, striding past Potter to pull off his robes and throw them in the trunk at the foot of his bed. His mind was still so full of his problems with Hermione he wasn't in the mood to deal with Potter's accusations.
"Then where did you get this one?" he questioned, tossing it on the bed as Draco peeled off his sweater.
"Moody."
Technically, Potter had given it to Moody to give to them during their last meeting before taking the potion as Moody's was on its last legs and malfunctioning periodically. Potter couldn't stand sending his best friend off with a sub-par Invisibility Cloak, though why the bastard had such a rare item was beyond him.
"Why?"
"Does it matter?"
"It does when you're sneaking around the castle with Malfoy in my stolen cloak."
"I told you," Draco sighed, stepping out of his cheap loafers as he unbuttoned his white Oxford, trying to seem as unconcerned with this conversation as would be natural. "I'm giving her extra potions lessons."
"In the Room of Requirement? The Slytherin common room?" Potter interrogated, waving a piece of worn parchment under Draco's nose. He had no idea what it was supposed to be, but presumably "Leon" would. So he shrugged, tugging off his shirt and adding it to the pile on his trunk.
"Better than sneaking the ingredients out of Slughorn's private store."
"Why would he care when he was the one who assigned you to give the lessons?"
Cursing under his breath, Draco began folding his clothing knowing Leon would do the same. "What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to tell me what the hell you're up to!" Potter yelled. Knowing there was no use in lying as he'd already been cornered, Draco turned to Potter with the sappiest look he could muster.
"Alright, you caught me. I'm seeing Valouris."
Potter blanched. "What the hell do you think you're playing at, Leon? She's a Death Eater!"
"No, she's not," Draco said, watching the rage boil up inside Potter, his face reddening.
"How do you know that?" he sputtered.
"How do you think I know that?" Draco snapped back.
"You – you – knowing full well she might…how could you?" Potter seethed. "I'm over here trying to rid the world of Voldemort and you're shagging his cronies?"
"It's not like that," Draco growled, his own temper rising, knowing it was Hermione that Potter was talking about, reminding himself Potter had no idea that Valouris was Hermione. "She's not one of them."
"Like hell, she's not! Look at who her father is!" Potter screamed, his arms flailing.
"She's not her father," Draco replied darkly, that familiar rage of being labeled under his father's faults boiling up. "You need to listen to me-"
"Just because she's bending over for you doesn't mean I'm going to believe her lies!" Potter snarled. "How could you do this, Leon? How could you turn on us, on me?"
"I haven't turned on you! Just listen to me for one minute and I'll explain-"
"No, I don't want to listen to your excuse!" Potter bellowed, pulling his wand. "You need to choose your side right now. Who are you with, us or her?"
"Dammit, Potter, put that away!" he barked, scrubbing his face. "You're being completely mental-"
"I might have guessed this of Ron, I would have understood," Potter said, his voice low, disbelieving. "But not you. I can't believe you would do this."
"Do what? Find the truth in someone we thought was a traitor? Like you asked me to, by the way! She's not with them, she's with us and I can prove it to you if you'd just put down your wand and listen to me!"
Shaking with fury Potter lowered his wand but kept it tightly clenched in his fist. "You have one minute, Granger."
Draco doubted highly that no matter how angry with Hermione he had ever been that he'd used her surname to her face. Which was a daunting revelation making Draco realize he needed to tread lightly.
"You're right. That is your Cloak. But I can also guarantee that if you went up to your dormitory right now you would find the exact same one." Draco knew the plan was to keep everyone in this world on their own tracks, not to let anyone in. But he couldn't keep this from Potter and if Potter believed him, if he could get the Order on his side, it might actually make this whole thing easier...
"What are you on about? What does this have to do with Malfoy?"
"I'm getting there. Potter, I'm not who you think I am." His wand raised again, his stance one of a man ready to duel. Draco put up his empty hands in a show of faith just as Hermione had earlier. "Hear me out. I am one of you. In fact, I'm who you are so mad at currently in the real world."
"You better get to making sense real fucking fast," Potter growled.
Draco cursed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, look, this is going to take more than a minute to explain. Can we please sit down and discuss this?"
"Spit it out or I'll blow you to bits."
Draco had to force himself not to roll his eyes. "Fine. You're going to need to have a lot of faith for a moment. I can prove it, but not tonight, and I'd prefer you didn't start hexing me on the spot." He sighed when Potter continued his death stare. "I'm from an alternate universe. Sort of. I think. Well, Hermione can explain it better but we took this potion-"
"Who's Hermione?"
"Er, well…me. I guess. Er, me in girl form?" Shite, how the hell was he going to explain this? "See, we switched places, she turned into me and I turned into her but, well, in reverse so I'm sort of the male version of her, to you, anyway, but to her and me I'm just me and she's her. So she's the female Malfoy when really I'm the Malfoy heir and she's your real friend Granger."
And Draco might as well have just punched Potter in the face for all the good his complicated spiel had done.
"Excuse me?" he sputtered, looking utterly perplexed. Draco groaned and tried to remember how Hermione had explained it to him at first. It took a good quarter of an hour, but Potter was finally sitting down looking as though he were doing complicated Arithmancy and Draco's own head felt as though it had been wrung like a sponge.
"So, let me get this straight," Potter said slowly. "You are the Malfoy heir trapped inside Leon's body and Valouris is actually…what's her name again?"
"Hermione," Draco replied, nodding. "I know it sounds mad, but as I told you we did it for a reason in the real world."
"So…this isn't the real world?" Potter asked.
"No, you just think it is. Effects of the spell."
"That must be one powerful spell," Potter murmured, still looking wary. "And, er, you can prove it? That what you're saying is real? That you actually did this?"
"Well, there's always Veritaserum, I suppose, and Hermione can tell you all kinds of stuff that Leon should know but I don't. We're only recently on speaking terms in the real world, you see. Tomorrow, I can get the book with the spell and potion so you can read about it yourself. But for now, I'm going to ask that you take my word for the night and not tell anyone."
"Who would believe me?" Potter breathed. "Wait…" He stood and went to the bed, picking up the piece of parchment he had waved in Draco's face earlier. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He recited then tapped the page with his wand. His eyes widened and he looked up at Draco then down at the parchment. "It's true, you really are a Malfoy. I've never seen you apart, I always just thought…but it can't have been long, I would have noticed. When did you guys, well, switch bodies?"
"Wednesday night."
Potter nodded, his eyes on the parchment, staring at it in awe.
"So, what's the deal? What good could switching bodies do?"
Heaving a sigh and giving up the idea of any rest tonight, Draco explained the situation. Though he had no idea what the piece of parchment in Potter's hand was, he was grateful that whatever was on it had solidified his belief in him. They were up for hours discussing the current circumstances and Draco could feel the effects of stress and very little sleep and knew he had to be well rested for the day ahead.
"Look, Potter, I'm exhausted, can we discuss this tomorrow?"
"Yeah, right, sure," he said, getting up to leave, eyes still on the parchment before him. He got to the door and turned back. "Look, I know we weren't mates or anything in the other world or whatever, but I want to thank you for all you're doing."
"Don't mention it. Just remember, if any word of this gets out-"
"Secret's safe."
Draco nodded and Potter took his leave. He had no sooner fallen on his bed as the chirping of birds woke him and he turned his bleary eyes to the grey morning and groaned in disgust. As much as he wished to sleep away the day he knew Hermione would need his support and he needed to check on the potion anyway. And homework. It was impossible to believe in this fucked up world that he still had to do homework. Why did Granger have to be so good? Why couldn't she have been a slacker like Weasley?
The cold shower did little but disgruntle him further but he dressed anyway and grabbed his book bag and headed down to breakfast, figuring he could make a straight shot to the library afterwards.
All thoughts of the library were thrust from his mind as he entered the Great Hall and saw Zabini pawing Hermione, whispering in her ear as she plastered on a strained smile, looking as though she hadn't gotten any more sleep than he. She looked up and caught his gaze and he had to force himself to smooth his features, to nod to her encouragingly so that she relaxed and gave him the tiniest of smiles before turning to Blaise to answer something he had asked.
Draco's stomach burned as he watched the two of them over the Sunday Prophet, stuffing pancakes into his mouth mechanically. When Longbottom took a seat beside him he tried to pay attention to the round-faced boy but kept most of his responses to "mhm" and "yeah."
Just as Hermione rose looking incredibly flustered, Potter and Weasley sauntered in and Weasley started in on something about Transfiguration. Draco brushed them off and followed Hermione out of the hall, noting her route toward the library and taking a shortcut, racing through the halls to cut her off. He entered an empty classroom just in time to hear her footsteps on the stairs. He waited for her to come near then glanced up and down the hall, making sure it was deserted, before yanking her into the room. She yelped and he covered her mouth as he placed all the usual enforcements upon the door.
"Stop doing that!" she snapped, stamping her foot as she swung out of his hold. "You scare me to bits every time-"
He cut her off by kissing her roughly, shoving her book bag off her shoulder and tossing his down beside it. He pressed her back into the wall, tearing at her mouth, at her clothes, needing to feel her, to have her, one last time before that prick befouled her.
She whimpered beneath his assault and her tiny hands went instantly to his zipper, yanking it down as Draco tore at her panties, steadying her while she stepped out of them. He helped her push his pants further down and didn't even take the time to remove them before he was lifting her, angling her hips just right, pulling her down onto him, sheathing himself inside her warmth until he wanted to die.
He groaned and thrust into her desperately, finding her lips again as her arms wound his neck, her fingers digging into his back and neck as Draco plowed her into the door which rattled upon its hinges. Her cries rang around the room to mix with the blood roaring through his ears as he took her hard and fast, his hips whipping against her in a frenzy he couldn't contain. He buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair and breathed her in as she clenched around him, close, so close to the edge. She pleaded, begged, his name dripping from her lips as he gave her what she asked for and she exploded around him, her entire body convulsing, her cunt squeezing him tighter as he pumped himself to his own climax, meeting it and falling with her.
Panting, he sank onto the floor, leaning against her to steady himself, then just flopped onto his back, bringing her with him, still connected in the most intimate of ways. She panted above him and reality began to flood back to his brain. He'd just ravished her without thought to her feelings or situation. What if she had gone to meet with Blaise? He hadn't said a word to her, would she be offended? Upset by his rough treatment?
He opened his mouth to apologize for acting like a crazed brute but she turned to him just then, propped herself up on his chest so she could look into his face and that silly, sexy, fully sated smile of a pleasured woman was plastered on her face.
"Why did we never think to do this before?" she asked saucily, her grin infectious. Draco barked out a laugh and massaged her ample arse.
"Maybe you never thought about it, but I can assure you the images crossed my mind on more than one occasion."
Her expression turned questioning. "Really?" she asked, her voice small and disbelieving. "You – you thought about me? Before this?"
He chuckled again. "Hermione, I'd have to be a bloody eunuch not to think about fucking you on a daily basis."
Her expression softened more. "You hardly ever call me Hermione."
Draco stilled. He could see it in her eyes and knew, with a heavy heart, that he had been right last night. He had to stop this. He couldn't allow her to fall for him. It was too dangerous.
"When do you meet Blaise?" he asked, putting her mind back to where it should be. He could see the change, hated that he had to do it, and felt the cold as she left him and knew it wasn't simply from the lack of body heat.
"Nine. We're meeting at the Astronomy Tower," she answered softly as she righted her clothing. Draco snorted at the banality of it all.
"Yes, I thought the same thing," Hermione agreed, waving her wand to clean herself as Draco stood and pulled up his slacks.
"Are you going to be alright?" he asked seriously. When she didn't answer he took her elbow and as she turned her face up to him he was reminded of how very young they both were. Much too young to have to deal with this.
"I'll think of you," she whispered, then grabbed her bag quickly and ran out of the room. Cursing himself and his inability to keep his hands off her, Draco slammed his fist into the door as it swung closed. Growling angrily, he scrubbed his face as if he could rub out the images of Blaise burying his prick into his Hermione.
Fuck, he thought, pacing the room. She's not yours, here or there. Get your fucking act together, Malfoy!
Snatching his own bag from the floor he wrenched open the door and hurried toward the library, secretly hoping she'd be there.
But she wasn't, as he knew she wouldn't be. She had to keep up appearances just as he did and no Malfoy would be caught dead in the library on a Sunday morning, which only led to his guilt as he wondered where she had been off to before he'd ravished her.
He tried to pay attention to his work, tried to write his essays in a manner akin to his Granger self, but his mind kept falling back to that same image, over and over. Her terrified face cowering beneath Blaise's maniacal one as he rutted against her, taking what wasn't his.
He skipped lunch, not able to face the two of them more than necessary and knowing he had to get this work done. By the time dinner rolled around he finally finished and felt a dull headache throbbing at his temples. His growling stomach demanded he not skip dinner so he made his way down, his fists clenched, his face guarded.
And there they were, entwined at the Slytherin table, his hands all over, her dinner untouched. Potter and Weasley sat across from Draco, engaged in talk about the finals, Weasley begging him to copy his Transfiguration essay. Draco finally gave in just to shut him up and Potter kept an irritatingly close eye on his every movement. As the puddings appeared before them Hermione rose, Blaise right behind her. At the door she looked back, her eyes haunted as they caught his.
Cursing soundly and making several younger students gawk at him abashedly, Draco made his way to Gryffindor Tower and his room where he took pleasure in demolishing every object he came across. As he chucked his bedside table at the door it exploded before making contact and Potter's face appeared behind it.
"Care to explain?" he asked, eyeing the room, wand at his side. Draco growled in response, irritated that Hermione seemed to have given him her password. "You know, I am taking an awful lot on faith here. I still haven't decided whether I'm going to rat you out or not."
"If you were going to you would have already," Draco snarled. "Now I suggest you get your little scar- head back to your studies and keep out of this."
"I want to know what is happening. What aren't you telling me?"
"You're the same here as you are there, can't keep well enough alone." Draco strode to the trunk at the foot of his bed which currently had a crater in the center of the mattress, the hangings smoldering slightly, and dug out his bag of potion ingredients. "Now if you'll step aside I have some work to do."
"What work? What are you two planning?"
"Get out of it, Potter," Draco snapped, striding past him and into the common room. Weasley was leaning against the fireplace telling what he was sure was an enthralling – if entirely fabricated – story which was making several girls giggle and screech. He hoped Potter would join the swaggering redhead but no such luck. The gangly annoyance dogged him out of the portrait hole. Sighing in frustration, Draco ducked into a lesser-used hallway and pinned Potter against the wall.
"Look, I told you everything that was going on. You know what we're doing and you know that in just over three weeks we will be gone and none of this will have happened to you. Until then I will need to get shit done and I will need you to cover for me. Got it?"
"Why should I do anything for you?" Potter spat lividly.
"Want to defeat the Dark Lord?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Were you not listening last night? Or has that scar impaired your ability to convert your short-term memory? It has everything to do with it! Now, if anyone asks I'm talking with McGonagall about the last essay. Got it?"
Potter glared at him but when Draco relaxed his grip he merely straightened his robes and took off back from where they'd come and Draco turned on his heel, digging the Invisibility Cloak out of his bag as he went, whipping it around himself. Cursing everything he could think of beneath his breath, he made his way down to the dungeons. He had to wait for the corridor to empty before undoing the locks and secrecy enchantments and slipping inside their secret classroom only to redo them all again.
The potion sat bubbling on a desk, the book next to it. Slamming his bag down on a chair he got to work, glad to have something to take his mind off of the impending night.
He had just added the last of the carefully portioned dragon liver when he glanced up at the clock and noticed it was a quarter to nine. Hoping he hadn't missed her, he cleaned up quickly and, leaving the bag on the table, ducked under the Cloak once more and slipped out of the room.
He waited barely a minute before Hermione strode up the corridor, her face set. Draco followed her through the school up to the stairs of the Astronomy Tower before making himself known. As she stilled at the stairs, obviously readying herself for what was to come, he grabbed her hand. She jumped but thankfully didn't scream.
"Draco?" she whispered. In response, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her under the Cloak as well in case someone decided to stroll by. He quickly dragged her up, finding her lips and delving in. He told himself he only did this to help prepare her, but he knew it was all for his own selfish need. He let the kiss draw on as long as he dared knowing Blaise was not a patient man. He felt a small amount of satisfaction as she melted beneath his assault, her arms coming around him to cling at his back. With a sound of painful longing Hermione tore away, her hands on his chest as if to stop him from trying to kiss her again. She looked up at Draco, her eyes huge in the dark corridor.
"I-" she started but he shook his head and pressed her forward. She stumbled slightly and Draco could see her hand shake as she placed it on the railing to steady herself. Looking as though she were headed for the gallows she started up and he sank to the floor where he was, his hand on his wand, his stomach twisting.
He waited.
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XOXO
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