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Only One Night	By : tarrador Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Another big, big thanks to my marvelous beta taraxchan.

Chapter 8

The sun ended the long night and moved slowly up over the horizon.

Draco blinked when bright rays of light fell through the high, cross-barred prison window and right into his face.

Sunrise, he sighed – this night, the most beautiful night of all – the night with Hermione was over. He rose from the stone block on which she was still lying on, covered by the rumpled blankets, watching him.

He stepped as close to the high, barred window as the iron chain on his arm would allow. It stretched from the ground and into the air.

Draco could only see the slowly increasing bright and shiny sky, but he didn't need more.

How could this wonderful night have happened? By this point, he doubted that he had made his offer just to test Hermione, her morals or that of the Order – or even out of pure spite and malice – no, definitely not for those reasons. He probably had always lusted after Hermione subconsciously. How else can someone come up with such a ludicrous plan?

A sparrow flew past the bars. The bird, unrestrained and free, pulled out his tracks.

Draco turned his gaze over his shoulder to Hermione. She stretched herself and stroked her dishevelled hair. Though it had gone completely wild and disorderly in their heavy lovemaking, it could hardly be tamed anyway

He felt guilty at the sight of her, for he had never intended to reveal the secret hiding place although he had sworn an oath. What did that meant to a Slytherin anyway? For Hermione, however, it was sacred and binding, and was one of the reasons why she had finally agreed to his obscene offer. She had trusted him, believed in him - certainly didn’t want to accept that someone was willing to break his honorable oath.

He turned back to the high opening window and continued to stare into the sky.

It wasn’t long before he felt Hermione stand right behind him. In the cold prison cell, she pressed her naked body against his and embraced him within her arms from behind, her warm hands resting on his chest and stomach with outstretched fingers.

He still could not believe what had happened, but it was undeniable: this night had been magical somehow; something had been forged between him and Hermione, of which he had not dared to dream – something had bound them both together, perhaps even their souls. It was not only carnal desire.

He didn’t know exactly what it was, for he had never felt love for a girl previously, but it seemed different.

Now, however, he would have to throw himself into a tragic dilemma. He swallowed and made a momentous decision because he would not be able to bare her disappointment, despair and pain. He least of all wanted to break her heart, rendering the whole previous night as a big bunch of lies and fraud, making it a disgusting image of scorn and cynicism - for nothing in the world. Yes, he thought he really loved her if he did now what he had to.

While he continued staring at the sky, he covered Hermione's hands with his own and pressed them even tighter to his body. Then he raised his voice.

"Snape is hiding in an old, half-collapsed house, located on a small island in Lake Darmon, 15 miles north-west of London. I am sure the Dark Lord meets him there occasionally."

Hermione leaned her head against the side of his shoulder and took a short moment before she answered.

"Thank you, Draco."

He turned in her embrace while she held on to him and noticed the affection she still held in her eyes. The fact that the pact and her ‘mission’ had ended and had not wiped away from her what happened in their night made him glad and he kissed her.

"You do not need to thank me," he replied in a whisper.

Draco watched her get dressed in the clothes she had taken off just yesterday – shy and trembling then. It seemed to him as if everything that happened up to yesterday had happened in another life.

Finally, she finished and they both looked deeply into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Hermione was the one to break the silence.

"I’ll come back for you," she said, muffled and familiar.

"I know," he answered.

Then she kissed him goodbye and barely heard his quiet "Farewell," before walking away.

* * *

Not even 12 hours later, the sun went down again and a new night was falling under glittering stars.

With a smile on her face Hermione rushed down the stairs and opened the magical lock of Draco's cell with a wave of her wand.

The day had developed fantastically. The Aurors, Hermione herself and of course Harry included, had all achieved the most incredible success of the Wizarding World in the last hundred years. First, overcoming Snape and then later in the day defeating Voldemort himself. There were no Horcruxes anymore. It was finally the end, forever.

She was in an elevated mood, the war was over and peace would settle again after so long. All fear would disappear from the hearts of people and the world would finally shine in bright colors again.

Draco was asleep.

"It's over, Draco," she called to him joyfully, passing through the cell and sitting down right beside him. "The war is over, everything will be fine!"

She didn’t know exactly what urged her to him so much or why she wanted to tell him straight away. The victory party was spreading through the upper floors, but instead of celebrating with Ron and Harry, Hermione was pulled towards him, this Slytherin, who had made all this possible by revealing the secret hiding place. The memory of last night flashed through her feelings, their lovemaking and how the immoral pact between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin had evolved into a wild night of pleasure and fulfillment.

"Draco ..."

He did not answer, still lying on the large stone block next to her.

She gently shook his shoulder.

His head rolled to one side and lifeless, glassy eyes stared past her at the ceiling.

Startled, she jumped up.

Shock and horror went up into her guts – Hermione could not believe what she was seeing: Draco was lying dead right beside her – the one whom she had come to know with all his feelings just last night. The one who was so different, yet somehow represented the right counterpart for herself. She felt the punch of a huge sledgehammer to her stomach and icy coldness crept into her heart.

It could not be true. No, it simply must not be true that in the moment of triumph, the man that had so quickly and surprisingly come to mean so much to her was taken away. Hermione's hand grabbed for his wrist to feel his pulse – but it was in vain, nothing. His cold skin made her shiver.

Her view fell on the tattoo on his lower arm near the point where she had just felt for Draco's heartbeat. The evil skull grinned maliciously at her and she realized that the Dark Mark had grown small, green traces sprouting out in little veins just under the skin of his arm, upwards right into Draco's chest.

Voldemort had burned and poisoned him through the Dark Mark from inside. Probably when he was facing death himself and had recognized the betrayal.

Only then did Draco's last words come to Hermione’s mind, revealing their importance. She recalled – "Farewell," he had said. He knew – he knew what would happen if he kept his promise to actually disclose the hiding place and still, he would not break her heart. Gently she stroked her fingers through his blond hair.

With her right hand she closed his eyes then kissed him one last time, and while her tears rolled down her cheeks, she understood why Draco had not asked for anything else in their pact. She now knew exactly – and for precisely that reason, he just wanted Only One Night – one night with her.

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