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Hostage of War	By : LadyofClunn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you so much, Softobsidian74 for alpha reading and your wonderful comments and Sempra, who is an excellent beta!

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There was straw underneath her bottom when they materialised in a compact room with lime-plastered walls and bulky, primitive wooden furniture.

Draco helped her on top of one of the wooden benches next to the rough table. Hermione started flexing her fingers and watched him light a fire.

He scribbled something on a small piece of parchment and sent it into the flames, vanishing it instantly.

�What did you do?�

�I sent a message to my mother.�

�By floo?� her voice was alarmed upon this reckless stupidity.

He shook his head.

�Internal Floo network. It only accesses other Malfoy properties; nobody from the outside is able to breach the system.�

�Other Malfoy properties?� Hermione looked around. The accommodation appeared to be rather basic for a Malfoy property. �Where are we?�

�In the Master�s chamber of the first Malfoy Estate in all of Britain, our safe house.�

Hermione looked around, blinking. Vertical beams showed between the lime plaster of the walls. The room was not big by any means, but for 11th century standards it must have been downright decadent with the large fireplace, the wide wooden bed and numerous pieces of furniture.

�Marellus Malfoy?�

�The very same, Granger. You really retain everything you hear, don�t you?�

She shrugged.

�I try. What do we do now?�

Draco took a deep breath and released it slowly, hands on his hips.

�I gather that you are still unable to use your limbs?�

�At the moment my hands and feet sting horribly.�

�Alright then. I hope you don�t weigh too much, Granger.�

�Hey!�

Draco strode over and lowered himself onto his knees to slip his arms under her knees and around her back. Struggling to lift her, he finally stood and walked the few steps to the bed with her, dumping her unceremoniously on top of it.

�Oof! What was that for? Why did you not just levitate me?�

His expression turned serious.

�We should not perform magic until we know it�s safe. Even here. During the war, there was dark magic that allowed us to monitor specific wands. It is not easy to perform and quite draining, but Severus thinks that whoever has kidnapped you might try to get you back at any cost. Apparating was risky enough; let�s not give them any more traces to follow.�

�I thought it was a bit too easy to get out of that cave. It was a shock to see Tonks involved.�

Draco nodded.

�Greyback was not so much of a shock.� He grew very still for a moment. �The way I found you in that cave... Did he hurt you? Did the beast touch you?�

Hermione could feel the colour rising in her cheeks until her forehead and ears glowed.

�Not any further than what you saw.�

She was still flexing her hands and wiggling her toes systematically, seemingly concentrating very hard on reinstating the regular blood flow.

He frowned.

�Look, if he bit you or scratched you or anything, you have to tell me.�

�He didn�t. Really, he didn�t.� She finally looked him in the eye. �You came just in time.�

Before he could reply or even think of a reply in the suddenly awkward atmosphere, the fire in the hearth came to life with a coughing sound to spit a cloth-wrapped parcel onto the stone slab in front of the fire place.

Draco scooped it up and opened it on top of the wooden table. There was a flask of pumpkin juice, steaming roast chicken, sandwiches, fruit and what looked like fairy cakes.

She had not been aware of it, but at the sight of food, her stomach grumbled.

Draco busied himself with retrieving three wooden plates with high edges or low bowls and what looked like wooden soup cups with a shiny strip of silver around the rim and two handles on either side.

He placed some chicken and a sandwich on two of the plates and handed her one.

�We�ll have to eat with our fingers. Mother forgot that people used to carry their cutlery around with them, somehow we never thought to place any here.�

�I have eaten with my fingers before, I will live, Malfoy,� she answered rolling her eyes while she took the plate from him, settling into a cross-legged position.

He snorted.

�I am sure you have.�

She chose not to react to the veiled insult and started eating instead, feeling famished after the cold hours in a damp cave.

Draco poured pumpkin juice into the drinking bowls and passed one to Hermione before placing the fruit and cakes on the third plate and hesitating for a second. It looked like he wanted to move to the bed, but then sat on the bench instead and started eating.

He waited for her to finish before he spoke again.

�There was a message from mother.�

She waited for him to continue and when he did not she grew impatient and pushed her plate away from her.

�What does it say? Why didn�t you mention it any earlier?�

He sighed.

�Father thinks that more than a few people might be involved in your kidnapping. The Werewolves are running wild. Several members of the inner circle have requested for the Dark Lord to end the truce. They will meet with the Light tomorrow at the stone circle near Inverurie.�

�So we just have to be there in time! When they see that I am back, they will have to keep the truce!�

Draco didn�t say anything.

�They have to, right?�

He looked away and crouched down to stoke the fire.

�Draco, you are frightening me!�

�I just hope they believe us. If the Dark Lord thinks this is a plot from the Light and my family is involved in it...� he trailed off.

�What will they do?� She could not manage more than a whisper.

He looked at her for a while.

�You are right. We�ll just have to be there in time.�

Ignoring her frown and questioning looks, he took her plate and put it on the table. He took off his shoes and sat down on the foot of the bed, leaning against one of the posters.

�What if they don�t believe us? It does not look good that Tonks was involved. What will they do, Malfoy?�

He looked at her with honest eyes.

�Do not worry about that. If they don�t believe us, neither of us will walk away tomorrow.�

She closed her eyes and nodded.

�They will not make it quick, will they?�

�No.�

She nodded once more, a rocking movement of her whole upper body.

The laws pertaining truces had been established to instil fear. Fear for the loved one, fear for the family and the whole country, should the armistice fail.

Finally, she opened her eyes.

�I don�t want to sleep tonight.�

His astonishment must have been written all over his face and Hermione backpedalled visibly as she realised just how her statement could be interpreted.

�I mean, I�d just like to rest a bit and talk, if that is alright with you.�

Talk.

Talk?

They were most probably going to die tomorrow and she wanted to bloody talk?

Draco groaned and slumped against the poster.

�Fine then. Talk. Is that what you did with Snape? Sit around and discuss potions?�

�What has anything to do with what I did or did not do with Severus?�

�Nothing, nothing. What is it with you two anyhow? Isn�t he a bit...� dead �...old for you?�

�He is... was not that old!�

�Twice your age!�

�As long as I am of age!�

�True. Nevertheless a bit strange for a girl in her early twenties. Did that start in school?�

�No it did not!� She spat.

�So, what made you turn to the evil Potions Master?�

�He is not evil! We were working together after my parents...� She blinked. �After I was all alone. We became comfortable around each other. Maybe I needed someone with a bit more experience in life. I will never regret being with him.�

Her voice sounded final and Draco desperately wanted to ease the tension and take his mind off what might happen the next day.

�He was still old,� he teased.

�I was born old.�

Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked.

�I know a peacock, who might disagree.�

For a moment she looked at him without understanding before blushing violently.

�You�ve seen that?�

She groaned and flung herself backward against the pillows, her hands pressed to her face to hide her embarrassment.

While eating, her nightgown had ridden up on her thighs and the satin robe was not full enough to cover her crossed legs. The dark, shadowed space between her legs had already been an enticing sight when she was sitting and eating. Now the space was not nearly as shadowy and dark anymore. She must have completely forgotten what she was wearing, splaying out on the bed in front of him the way she did.

His body reminded him that he was young. And very much alive at this point of time.

He shifted uncomfortably and adjusted the folds of his robes.

His body was adamant that it had been quite a while since he had had female company. Revels were sparse since the beginning of the truce and Pansy was sitting amongst redheads learning to knit hideous sweaters.

Hermione stared at the ceiling and stretched one of her legs toward him.

For the second time in not so many days he noted that she had very pretty, small feet.

His body insisted upon the need of procreation in the face of near certain death.

He watched his hand make its way to her ankle.

�Nice view you are giving me here, Granger.�

Before his hand could reach her skin, she snatched her foot away and sat up.

�Hands off, Malfoy! Did you expect me to fall on my back out of sheer gratitude?�

She sounded aggravated, as if this was far closer to the truth than she would want to admit to herself. He decided to push her a bit.

�And here I thought you were already on your back just a few moments ago.�

She placed a quick, well-aimed kick on his thigh.

�You are thoroughly annoying!�

�You are arrogant and self-centred!�

They both must have moved without noticing as they found themselves suddenly close to each other.

�You are so uncultured!�

�You are stuck in the 15th century!�

They were leaning toward each other with narrowed eyes, supporting themselves with their arms on the mattress.

�You smell like honey.�

�...�

He looked at her mouth.

�What?� this time it was more of a trembling whisper.

�Gods, I love your hair.�

This must have been a dream, since he would never admit such a preposterous thing while awake.

And then his hand was digging into the curls at the nape of her neck, pulled her head to the side and started suckling her neck.

Her hands were in his hair, too, drawing him closer, encouraging him to do whatever it was he seemed to have set his mind to.

�I love your hair, too.�

A very nice dream for sure.

He smiled against her skin and shifted his weight, making her topple to the side.

With some effort, she managed to pull his head away from her shoulder so she could look into his eyes.

�This is only for now; it cannot go any further tomorrow.�

He looked at her, his face expressionless but his breathing laboured. �Who the hell knows whether there will be tomorrow?�

She let go of his hair and he descended on her mouth, nipping and biting and licking.

He moved.

It was a quick, sharp turning of the hips, a minute adjustment to his legs and she could feel him fitting into the curves of her body.

Although his build was very slim, he was still taller than her and his weight on top of her made her open her legs further to accommodate him.

She could feel his lips curl into their kiss and he moved again and this time, she cried out into his mouth as his new position put continuous pressure on the most sensitive spot of her body.

He could feel her move to make space for him and his body aligned with hers as if they were two halves of the same, making a whole.

Lust hit him hard and low in his abdomen.

Draco sat up between her splayed knees and let his fingers trail along the insides of her thighs.

She squirmed and moved in those tiny, unconscious movements that could not be faked.

This was probably a tremendously bad idea. They had not dealt with what had happened at the last Death Eater meeting and letting the situation run wild would only complicate the future.

A voice in his head snorted upon his sudden surge of conscientiousness and reminded him that the future was uncertain at best.

He had taken too long in his contemplations for her. She was looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Her hands started trailing over her nightgown, sliding the silky material over the hot skin of her breasts until it was gathered around her upper body, easy to pull off over her head.

He jolted into action, hooking his fingers behind the waistband of her knickers and pulling them off when she lifted her hips.

He had never undressed a girl without his wand and he felt both thrilled and unnerved by its slowness to reveal her. Draco grasped her ankles directing first one, then the other foot out of her undergarment and placed her feet on his shoulders.

Such delicate ankles.

He licked a line along the narrowest place just above her foot.

He would love to place a little anklet there. With an �M� dangling from it to the side. No, not an �M�. A dragon. Yes. A dragon in full flight.

She shivered at the unusual attention her feet were receiving and he tried again, with the other ankle.

Hermione arched her back and suddenly hooked her feet around each other behind his neck, pulling him down to her.

He let himself be drawn toward her. Her breath was quick and hot on his face and he could feel her wet and scalding against his erection.

They were both hungry.

He reached around her and between their bodies. She opened easily at his touch, jerking her hips sharply when he spread her moisture upward, grazing her clit.

This was not the time to be gentle for either one of them. Draco buried himself in her and she shrieked when he the place deep inside her and could not go further.

She was urging him on, scratching and clawing at his sides, trying to pull him in further.

Everything about her was hot as if a fever was running through her body. His own skin warmed at the contact with her and he wondered how he could ever feel warm again without her.

She did not flutter around him.

She clamped down without warning and keened while her nails dug ever harder into his flesh.

He grasped her shoulder and pulled her down while he thrust up.

She begged him, no, demanded that he go harder and faster and oh gods it had been so long.

His vision was swimming and he had to close his eyes to be able to comply with her wishes.

He kissed her blindly and she bit down on his lip.

Hard.

She let him taste the copper of his blood and it sang to him. He gave one deep thrust impaling her and she cried out, her body going rigid.

He could feel her closing and opening around his cock and then he lost himself in her.

Very faintly he remembered through the red haze of his orgasm that they could not cast a contraceptive charm, that there were no potions here and that it might not matter at all by this time tomorrow.

After a long while of breathing and resting on her soft body and just being, he finally slid out of her and rolled to the side.

He desperately wanted to make the next day go away. He willed time to go slower. Maybe they could simply stay here. That�s what the fortified tower was for after all.

But he knew that his parents would have to pay the price for that first. And then her friends. And then all of wizardkind.

�What are we going to do tomorrow?�

He held her to his chest. So tightly that she would be unable to rise up and look at him should she try to do so.

�We will not be able to Apparate directly into the stone circle; the Dark Lord always sets anti-Apparition wards.�

He felt her move her head in acknowledgement.

�We will have to walk at least five hundred metres.�

For a long while she did not respond.

�Five hundred metres can be very long.�

He could feel her warm breath on his skin.

�Yes. They can.�

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