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Whispers In The Dark	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 8
Hermione groggily awoke the next morning, a pair of arms wrapped around her. Lifting her head slightly, she peered over her shoulder, smiling when she saw Draco fast asleep, spooning against her. She laid her head back down, taking a moment to collect herself.
She felt so awkward. It was almost as if someone else was living in her body, and she was trapped as the back seat driver. The main thing she felt, though, was confusion. She was still having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that she was married.
Draco Malfoy was her husband. And she was now Lady Malfoy…
She trembled slightly. What would happen if Lucius found out? Hermione doubted that the Head Malfoy would be pleased that a Muggle-born had infiltrated the Malfoy line.
Would Draco even be all right with a Halfblood child? She knew his feelings on blood purity had changed since they were younger, but she really didn't know the extent of his feelings on the subject.
Draco shifted behind her, his arms tightening their grip. He nuzzled her neck with his chin, before planting a soft kiss there.
"Morning, Hermione," he whispered, his voice husky from sleep.
"Good morning," she whispered back, really unsure of how their morning was going to go. Draco didn't say anything for a few moments, so she did. "I think we should talk."
He groaned in annoyance. "Hermione Granger always wants to talk. I can practically hear your mind working from here."
She blushed, before shrugging off his grip and turning over. "It's Malfoy now," she softly reminded him.
"Well, I'll still be calling you Granger in public for appearance's sake, especially in front of the other teachers."
Hermione glanced at him, his soft grey eyes meeting her brown ones. "Do they know? The teachers?"
Draco nodded. "I gave Dumbledore permission to tell them. They all know, but they know better than to say something."
"Do any of your friends know?" Hermione asked softly, wondering if Pansy or anyone else knew.
He snorted, shaking his head. "I don't have friends, Hermione."
"Sure you do!" she countered him. "Blaise, Pansy, Theo?"
Draco looked pensive for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I suppose they are my friends. The only one I truly trust though is Blaise. I haven't told anyone though, and I'm not quite sure I want to."
She bit her lip, wondering how she'd be able to keep all of this a secret from Harry and Ron. She suspected they would be furious with her… but Ginny would understand.
Draco must have read her mind, because he shook his head. "Don't tell Potter and Weasley. I don't want them to know."
"But they're my best friends," Hermione protested, her cheeks growing hot.
"I don't care," Draco said, abruptly sitting up. "No one can know."
She felt the anger growing in her. "Are you ashamed of me? Is that it? You don't want anyone to know that the cold Draco Malfoy actually has a heart?" She quickly stood up from the bed, grabbing her robes. Tying the knot around her waist tightly, she threw a glare at him. "They'll find out eventually… they aren't stupid, Draco."
"I never said they were! It's just… do you realize what would happen if word got out? If Potter or Weasley actually let slip that we were married… or if someone overheard them talking? We'd be dead!" he shouted at her, his hands clenched into fists. He didn't understand why she didn't take notice of what he was saying.
Hermione flinched as though he had struck her. "I know what is at stake here, Draco! I know that your life, and mine, are on the line, but I trust Harry and Ron. I know they won't let that slip."
"Right, just like you kept everything else a secret. I know you're the one who figured out it was a basilisk and how to prevent it from killing you. I know it was you and Potter who went back in time and saved Black. I know it was your idea to start up a little defence group. You and your friends aren't as secretive as you think."
Hermione looked dumbfounded. How did he know all of that? "Have you been spying on me?" she accused him.
"Of course not!" Draco looked appalled. "I had better things to do with my time than follow you around."
Hermione closed her eyes. Arguing like this wasn't going to do them any good… in fact, she was sure it was only going to make things worse between them. And she really didn't want to start hating her husband almost immediately at the start of their marriage. She took in a ragged breath.
"Fine, Draco, I won't tell them. But they know Dumbledore gave me a mission, and it's only a matter of time before they put the pieces together."
"Well, we'll deal with that when the time comes," he snapped. He ran his hand through his messy blonde hair. Looking at Hermione, she looked as if she was about to burst into tears. He frowned, not realizing he had just hurt her.
"Hermione," he began, but she shook her head quickly, turning from the room.
Hermione grabbed her school robes and disappeared from their chambers. She made her way towards the nearest bathroom, quickly changing. Thankfully, no one noticed her.
Staring at the mirror, Hermione frowned at her reflection. Reaching up, she quickly wiped away her tears. "Don't be stupid, Hermione," she scolded herself.
Draco was just looking out for the both of them. She knew that, she understood that… she just didn't understand why he had to be so… commanding about it. Draco didn't have to be so bossy.
But that's how he's used to acting, Hermione gently reminded herself. He bosses people around, and they usually do what he says.
But she was his wife, and she wouldn't be bossed around. He should have known better marrying a headstrong witch like her.
The two of you just need to talk later, calmly, her conscience gently said. And she knew her conscience was right. She was just stressed, so she lashed out at him. They were both dominant in their behaviours, so a fight was bound to break out at some point.
With a sigh, she fixed her hair. "No use crying over spilt milk," she said, reminding herself of what her grandmother used to say.
Shrinking her bathrobe down and putting it in her pocket, Hermione made her way towards the Great Hall for breakfast. Sitting at the Gryffindor table, she noticed the only one near her was Neville.
"Hey, Hermione, did you have a good summer?" he asked, smiling at her.
She smiled back, nodding. "Yes, it was… unexpected but productive."
Neville looked a bit confused at her vague answer, but nodded.
"What about you?" she asked, putting some toast on her plate. "Did you have a good summer break?"
"Oh yes," he replied, grinning. "Gran and I went to Switzerland for a few weeks, to study some plants that grew up in the mountains. I was rather surprised that she went with me, but I had a blast. And, well, Luna and I got together a few times."
"You and Luna?" Hermione practically gasped.
Neville nodded nervously. "We're just friends of course, but ummm, it was nice to see her."
She smiled at the pink blush that had spread across his cheeks. Hermione had no idea that Neville fancied Luna.
"Well, it sounds like you had a great summer."
"Oh, I did." At that moment, more Gryffindors made their way to the table, sitting down. Harry and Ron took their usual spots across from her.
"Morning, Hermione," Ron said with a grin, before shovelling food onto his plate.
"Hi boys," she said, smiling at them. "Sleep well?"
"As well as I could," Harry grumbled. "I couldn't find Malfoy on the map last night."
Hermione froze, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. That stupid map! Dumbledore had assured her that her and Draco's chambers were invisible, but she had never thought to think of the consequences.
"Harry, I'm sure Malfoy was in his bedroom."
He shook his head. "He wasn't in the dungeons. I checked the map every few hours, and he never showed. Malfoy's been leaving the castle at night."
She bit the inside of her cheek. Hermione's eyes flittered over to the Slytherin table, where Draco was poking at his food. He must have sensed her staring though, because his gaze snapped up. He looked at her apologetically, mouthing a "sorry."
She frowned, but gave a small nod.
"Who are you looking at?" Ron asked, staring at her with confusion in his eyes.
"No one!" Hermione answered hurriedly, before returning to her breakfast.
Harry shifted in his seat, leaning closer. "I know Malfoy is up to something… I heard him on the train. He's definitely a Death Eater, and I'm going to prove it."
Sighing, Hermione shook her head. "Harry, Professor Dumbledore would know if Malfoy was leaving the school at night. And as Headmaster, do you really think he would allow that to happen?"
Harry looked defeated. "No, I suppose not."
"And besides," Ron added between mouthfuls. "Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard alive… I'm sure he could stop a sixteen year old-"
"Seventeen," Hermione interjected before she could stop herself.
"What?" Harry asked, looking at her funny.
She coughed, clearing her throat. "Malfoy is seventeen, Harry."
"See, he is of age!" Harry said, eyes wide. "He can do untraceable magic because he's of age."
"How is he seventeen?"
Hermione shrugged. "Late birthday? Like me? Or maybe his parents waited an extra year before sending him to Hogwarts? I don't know."
"But anyway," Ron continued, "Dumbledore could stop him if he needed to. That's my point."
"Well, my point is that Malfoy is a Death Eater, and I'm going to prove the both of you wrong."
Hermione simply shook her head. "Whatever you say, Harry. Now come on, it's time for Potions."
She stood, waiting for her friends to join her. Glancing at Draco, she saw he was standing too. With a groan, she remembered that Potions was with the Slytherins.
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