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Draco's Camera	By : bettysilks Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 37709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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He didn’t wake her. She awoke to him in the same position she’d found him, his head cocked back against a tree, his pouty lips parted. Tiredly, Hermione nudged his chin up. Wouldn’t want a fly finding its way into his foul mouth, would he? Bloody bastard that he was. Tricking her, doing whatever the hell he’d done to her body.

She ached all over. Her muscles protested as she rolled onto her knees and got to her feet. She pulled her wand from the holster pocket in her skirt and set about righting her clothes. Malfoy and his wandless magic had done a number on them. She accio’d her underwear from his pocket and mended them before slipping them on.

“Granger. Rest a while.”

She sneered, “Get up, Malfoy. Lunch is half over. If we rush we can make potions.”

“Bloody hell. Potions-”

“Please. For god’s sake, please.”

Startled, he blinked up at her. She had never, ever been reduced to pleading with him outside of their little room but she desperately needed a dose of normalcy. He nodded shortly and got to his feet, fixing his clothing and adjusting his ever-present hard-on. Hermione ignored that move and set off towards the castle.

She folded her arms across her chest as she walked. She was a bit chilled and uncomfortable. Her thighs were sticky and damp. Her body felt awake in places she couldn’t name. Despite all of that, she felt rested and serene. She couldn’t even be bothered to address the faint feeling of disgust and self-loathing that was spiking inside her head. Truthfully, she didn’t much care and if she were a lesser person she would have curled into Malfoy’s chest and taken the day off. He made a rather good pillow.

“I expect to see you in potions.” she muttered, turning to face him just outside of the castle doors.

He gave her a hard, unreadable look and she took that for an affirmation. She threw the doors open and stilled just over the threshold. She was surprised to find an audience waiting for them in the foyer. Mcgonagall and two men turned to eye her and Draco... or just her.

“Miss Granger! Where on earth have you been?”

Hermione struggled to take in a good deep breath and force some sort of explanation from her mouth. Missing class was certainly a frowned upon offense but she hadn’t been expecting to have to answer for it until at least after dinner.

“Mr. Malfoy?” Mcgonagall tried, her face gaining color with every uninformative second that passed between their little group.

“We were in the forest, professor. Granger and I were snogging.”

“S- snoggging? Surely, you don’t mean to tell me that-”

“I’m afraid so.” Malfoy said, not sounding the least bit repentant. “We do apologize, professor. We were just on our way to potions.”

Mcgonagall gaped at him, shock slowly giving way to crude suspicion. Hermione trembled in her robes. This was the end of her. She’d played hooky from class so that Malfoy could have his depraved way with her in the forest and then she’d gone and allowed him to tell the headmaster and two complete strangers about their foray. The saddest thing about it all was that despite the mild panic lingering under the surface she only felt relief. As far as these three people were concerned, Malfoy wasn’t her dirty little secret. The weight of perfection wasn’t weighing so heavily upon her at the moment.

“Malfoy, you may go on ahead to potions. Miss Granger, I’d like a word.”

“Who are these men, professor?”

Malfoy stepped forward, half-hiding her body from the headmaster and the men. He lowered a hand behind his back, his palm landing possessively on her stomach. Hermione scowled. She recognized his behavior. Harry and Ron had pulled this protective, chauvinistic shite many a time during the war.

“Mr. Malfoy, that is none of your concern. I am advising you to go to class before you earn yourself a detention.”

Deftly, Hermione stepped around his hand.

“What is this about, professor?”

“Miss Granger, I’m afraid you must go with these aurors. They’d like to bring you to the ministry for questioning.”

Hermione nodded. She’d known something like this was coming.

“May I change first?”

“Of course.”

One of the aurors moved to override McGonagall’s words.

“Now, headmaster-”

“Go ahead, Miss Granger. Back down here in 15 if you please.”

“Yes.” she murmured, straightening her back as she headed for the staircase.

Malfoy was at her side a second later, his hand clasping around hers as he dragged her up the stairs. Hermione looked askance at him. This would surely affect his little deal but, in her opinion, he was quite overreacting.

“This is unbelievable. As if you were a common criminal... Hermione, you do not say a thing. Do you understand me? I’ll owl my solicitor the minute you leave. You are not to say a thing until he arrives.”

“It’s just questioning, Malfoy.” she found herself saying, her eyes unfocused as he pulled her through the halls.

“No, Hermione, it isn’t. The Ministry of Magic does not question. They trick and manipulate and torture. Do not confuse this world with that of the muggles. There is no line they will not cross. Trust me on this.”

She nodded. They were nearing the portrait of the fat lady and she had to go up to her room to change. Unless he was planning on joining her, she really needed to shut him up.

“Go and change into something presentable. I’d suggest you wear your uniform. I’ll wait here for you.”

She whispered the password to the fat lady, stealing one last glance over her shoulder before climbing through the portrait. Malfoy’s level-headedness was in sharp contrast to her own flippancy. She was reluctant to admit it but she was glad to have him around. Without the constant sound of his voice in that commanding tone she would be in a panic by now. Her own decisive capabilities seemed to have floated off with the wind. She was helpless but the notion felt less daunting with Malfoy barking commands at her back.

As he said, she went up to the dorms and rinsed her body in lukewarm water before quickly donning a fresh uniform. She spelled her hair into a French plait and briefly checked the mirror before making her way downstairs. She was presentable. She just needed to be calm and get her brain back on a working frequency.

“Come on then. Wouldn’t want to be late.” he sneered, his lip curling as he eyed her.

If he found anything wrong with her ensemble he didn't mention it. He took her hand and started back down the hall. Hermione took a deep, calming breath before opening her mouth to speak. She had done some thinking while she was changing.

“Tell me what you think I should do. If I told them that I-”

“Gods, Granger, do you have a death wish?”

Startled, she met his gaze. Sometimes she thought about it, but no, she didn’t really want to die. That was so final, too final.

“N-no.”

“Then you won’t tell anyone what you did, what you think you did. They’ll throw you in Azkaban to make an example of you and you will be as good as dead. Hear me, little fool. Please. Just keep your mouth shut.”

He picked up the pace and they rounded the corner to the stairway. Mcgonagall and the two aurors were stationed at the bottom. Hermione hesitated to speak her mind but she knew she wouldn’t have another chance. She darted in front of him on the stairs and turned to face him.

“But I deserve it.” she whispered. “I should be-”

“Hermione.” he pleaded, grabbing her other hand as if he needed to anchor her to him. “Do you know what you’re saying? Azkaban? It isn’t like anything you think you know. What you’ve read, what you’ve heard... Just do what I say. Keep quiet.”

Her brow crumpled under the weight of her tears. Every instinct she had was telling her to atone and he was telling her not to. She was confused, weary of listening to him. He was biased. He was better than her but he wasn’t smarter than her. Only she knew just how far she needed to go to atone for her sins.

“I should-”

“God’s be damned, Granger.” he spat.

He took her chin into his palm, craning her neck and drawing her close to him.

“Malfoy!”

Ignoring Mcgongall, he hissed at her in a deadly quiet voice.

“Listen to me, girl. You owe me. Your life is mine.”

She blinked. This she understood.

“Do. Not. Forfeit. What. Belongs. To. Me.”

She nodded, her head pounding as she tried to slow her mind. She was half-relieved at his words but half-panicked to know she was about to be torn from him. The aurors were rushing up the stairs, Mcgonagall ahead of them. It was only half a second before they yanked on her arm and McGonagall shocked Malfoy with her wand. He flinched minutely, releasing her as the aurors half-carried her the rest of the way down the stairs.

“Do be careful, gentlemen. I’ll be sending my solicitor after you should my betrothed come to any harm.”
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