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Blood on the Ground	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15292 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco watched Hermione go to bed and then put his head in his hands. “Draco, what are you doing? She doesn’t want you… Why would she?” He had told himself this same thing ever since deciding to make Hermione his.

His plan which he intended after the cat scared him had failed spectacularly with the summons to his father’s interview. Now he was forced into the submissive role of asking her if he could court her. Originally, he’d just intended to court her- to dazzle her with his knowledge of her inner workings- and deal with the consequences as they came up. Now he had to wait for her decision. For permission to date her. All because of one goddamned kiss he’d not been able to resist. And then being forced to tell her the truth before he was ready. He analyzed her behavior as he stared into the fireplace. She may be leaning more towards yes. She seemed happy tonight. He thought about how she had laughed over his stupid joke at the table. How she blushed ferociously when he brushed her knuckles with his. Her proper ways of eating. He enjoyed teasing for a moment earlier, by asking her a direct question right after she had taken a bite. She’d looked at him annoyed and covered her mouth with her hand as she answered around her food. How she cocked her head to the side when she analyzed him.

The last was his favorite. He wondered if she was still trying to figure him out. It had taken him nearly five years to figure her out. Probably because I was so distracted by other things and couldn’t focus on her. He scoffed at himself, Who am I kidding she distracted me from everything else.

He was thoroughly irritated that he couldn’t yet be himself with her. He had to be a bit meek, for now. He’d warned her about his sadistic side, soon she would learn what exactly that meant. He couldn’t wait for the role reversal.

He stood and stretched, deciding it was time for his own sleep. He undressed and lay in his bed trying desperately not to imagine her tied to the frame, gagged, his crop raining down on her slim thighs. He sighed loudly as the image would not leave his mind. The tent in the sheets needed tending to. He took himself in his hand and allowed the images to flow from the most guarded part of his mind.

He fell asleep with a small smile on his face.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

“Draco,” A soft voice called. “Draaaaco,” A smooth hand stroked his arm. He involuntarily groaned. He could feel himself becoming hard. He raised his knees to hide it and opened his eyes to the girl who had woken him. “You sleep really hard, don’t you?” She was laughing. “Coffee?”

“Is this heaven? I’m sure I haven’t died in my sleep.” He took the mug from her hands after he rearranged the pillows so he could sit up. “What time is it?” He asked with a yawn.

“Nearly ten!”

Her hair was mussed, like always, but unbound like he liked it. She was flushed. He sipped his coffee, “Sit.” He told her, wondering how she would react to a command. He watched her eyebrows rise, but she sat obediently. “How long have you been awake?”

“Oh, about two hours or so. I’ve had breakfast, wrapped presents, and had time for a bath while you’ve been lazing about up here.”

She seemed downright perky this morning. “Presents?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Well, it is your birthday.”

“Oh, yeah. The Weasley’s aren’t planning on doing a party or anything are they?” He felt queasy just thinking about having to put on the mask for the Order Members.

“Molly wanted to, but I thought you probably wouldn’t want one. Am I right?”

“You are. I wish we could go out to dinner somewhere. That would be nice.”

“Yeah, I guess. So, do you want presents now or later?”

He looked at her for a moment trying to decipher her mood. “Who did I get presents from?”

“Molly sent a couple ‘From the Weasley’s’, but you know they are from her and Arthur. And I got you something, and so did Harry. I think Ron gave you something, but we should check it for curses before we open it. And there’s one from Lupin, another from Tonks, and I’m sure Snape will give you his in person later.” He watched her carelessly counting on her fingers as she spoke.

He thought for a moment and then asked her, “Did you have coffee and a Pepper-Up potion?”

She looked surprised, “Yeah, why?”

He chuckled, “You sound like Lavender Brown a bit. Super perky,” He told her.

She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t compare me to that brainless nitwit.”

He laughed, “I’m not, I swear.”

“Be sure you keep it that way.” She said with a nod, then she grinned. “Are you ever going to get out of bed?”

“I will when you leave the room,” He said while staring into his mug.

“Wh-” She began, and then she suddenly blushed, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even think,” She stood and walked to the door, “See you downstairs, then.”

The door shut behind her and he threw his covers back to reveal his nakedness to the room. He stood and stretched the kinks from his back. He put on his pants and took the trip downstairs with a smirk.

He found a pile of presents on the dining room table. He went to the kitchen to refill his mug and found Hermione cooking breakfast. He could smell bacon and eggs. As she turned and gave him a smile before turning back to her pans, he put his cup on the counter. He smirked to himself, and walked behind her, he pulled her back by her hips to rest against his tall frame and nuzzled his chin on the junction of her shoulder. He felt her shiver and whispered to her, “Does this mean you’ve accepted my offer?”

“Maybe,” She answered, flipping the bacon.

He tucked his chin back and traced her tendon with his lips while he whispered, “That smells amazing, Hermione.”

She was shaking, he could see. He noted the goosebumps along her arms. She asked in answer, “What happened to propriety?” So he stepped back to go to the coffee machine. Her lean backwards told him that she definitely wanted him. He considered her reaction and decided to sit at the breakfast table behind her. “Did you sleep well?”

She cleared her throat and answered, “I did, except for some weird dreams.”

“Oh? Like what?”

She turned to grab plates and he caught he glance at him, as though she were trying to decide what to say. “In one I was drowning, in another I was on fire, and in the last, I was… Well, I was… in a hospital.”

“So your subconscious is really struggling with your decision, then.”

“I figured the same.” She brought both plates, put his in front of him, and sat across from him. “But, to change the subject, Harry will be here around one for tea.”

“Wonderful,” He said, rolling his eyes.

“He is trying to be friendly, I think.”

He chewed his bacon and considered this. Maybe it would help if Potter and I were being more friendly for her to become mine. “And what about your dear Ronald?”

She eyed him suspiciously, “What of him?”

“Is he coming to tea, also?”

“I doubt it. His silence in your presence should not be taken as acceptance of you. I often wonder what he’s thinking. He stopped talking to me, you know.”

“I didn’t. Why did he stop talking to you?” He was glad, but didn’t let it show. His hatred of the younger Weasley would never go away.

“Probably because you moved in here. I’m not too sure. Harry is angry at him also, and I don’t think they are talking either. I’m going to ask Harry about it over tea.”

He digested this for a moment while continuing his brunch. “What do you think Harry’s reaction will be if you decide to let me court you?”

She was silent for a moment. “I think he’ll be the mature one about it. He’ll probably be a little upset, but he’ll be ok after a think.”

“Is he coming for tea with you or with me?”

“Both I think. Want to talk to him alone?”

“Probably.”

“I’ll find a reason to leave you alone then.”

He thanked her and they continued their brunch in silence, both deep in thought. Draco was considering his conversation with Potter. How should he address the Hermione issue? Should he ask if it’s ok? Would she tell him her decision before the tea? Should he just leave it to her? Was talking to him a good idea? Would he also have to be open with Harry? He reminded himself that Harry was intelligent for the thousandth time since meeting the boy. He was also suspicious of Draco, although they had both begun to respect the other.

He finished and went for his run. He continued to speculate the coming conversation with Harry. At the four kilometer mark, he realized the teatime conversation was a welcome respite from his obsessive worrying about Hermione’s decision. That made him begin to worry about her decision all over again.

He knew he would still need to give her space to come to a decision. If he was nearby, she would think he was trying to manipulate her. He was being as patient as he could be, but if she didn’t give him a decision by the end of the day, he might have to press her a bit on it. He grinned as he thought of how he might press her.

He took his bath and dressed in a pair of black slacks and a dark green silk shirt. He decided to forgo the vest, tie, and jacket, since it was his birthday after all. He slipped on his shoes and went down the stairs at 12:45 to see if Hermione needed help with anything. She assured him she was fine and asked if they should go to the third floor, since Harry had never been there. Draco agreed, and sent Abeille and Triste to set it up.

She told him before he went to wait for Harry in the sitting room, “Harry is bringing your present with him, and you can open mine during tea also, if you want.”

He nodded, “I’ll open them both then, and save the rest for later.”

Draco stood in the sitting room, vaguely feeling the strangeness of having tea with the boy he had hated a year prior on his birthday. The flames in the fireplace turned green and Draco stood straighter while the raven haired boy stepped into the room.

Harry looked up at him and said, “Well, if it isn’t the slowest seeker Hogwarts has ever seen,” By way of greeting.

“Merlin, Potter, hasn’t anyone ever taught you to comb your hair?” Draco answered with his trademark smirk.

“They tried, I think my hair has other intentions though. Happy birthday,” Harry grinned, offering his hand to Draco.

Draco shook it, saying, “Thanks. We’ve found the way into the third floor door, you’ll be happy to know.”

“Ah, so age does indeed bring wisdom. How did you manage that?”

Draco pretended to shine his nails on his shirt and answered, “Well, you’d be surprised what a much larger intellect can do for you.”

Harry’s grin widened, “Hermione figured it out didn’t she?”

“Indeed. She knew the spell but did not have the blood to perform it.” Harry’s smile turned to shock and Draco replayed what he’d said. He laughed, “I mean she’s not a member of the House of Black, Potter.”

Harry laughed, “I was worried your cronies were behind the door.”

Draco opened the door and gestured for Harry to precede him, “Not unless there is a noseless bastard able to see them. To my knowledge, there is not one in this house. Tea is prepared on the Third floor today, Potter.”

They went up and found Hermione lounging in a chair, looking like she was sunbathing, although today had been rainy, and there was no sun to be found.

There was a wrapped box next to her, and Harry pulled a shrunken one out of his pocket. He made it its’ original size and handed the present to Draco.

“Later or now?” Draco asked, surprised by Harry’s sneakiness.

“Never open presents before tea. Honestly, we are British aren’t we?” Hermione said from her seat.

The boys laughed and sat while she poured their tea. They enjoyed their first cup speaking about inconsequential things, classes for the next year and such. No one brought up the considerations they had all made about not attending the next year. Harry and Ron were apparently not talking again, but Harry refused to talk about it.

“Alright, Malfoy, open mine first,” Harry said, setting down his cup.

“Oh, Potter, are we sure it won’t wreck poor little Hermione’s fragile psyche to see the size of your-”

“Oi! There’s still a lady present, watch your tongue,” Harry said with a laugh.

“Secret admiration for me I was going to say. Get your mind from the gutter, Potter.” Draco was shaking his head in mock irritation.

He opened the wrapping paper to find a box for a radio controlled car. He looked to Potter with a brow raised, to which Harry responded, “That’s not what it is, I recycled a box.”

Draco tore open the lid of the box to discover a new silver cauldron and pestle and mortar made of light grey marble with green veins running throughout. “Ah, Potter, this is great!” He could feel himself grinning like a madman. He and Harry had previously discussed in great detail their shared adoration for potion making. It was something that all three in the room had in common. “Thanks, Harry, really this is splendid.” He said, shaking Potter’s hand again.

“Alright, does this mean it’s my turn?” Hermione asked.

Harry chuckled, and Draco turned, “Yes. Amaze me. I demand it.” Draco told her with a chuckle.

She levitated the gift to where he sat, and she told him, “It’s heavy,”

He opened what he thought was a box at first but found it was a charm for the paper to keep a box shape around what seemed like a statue of some kind. He removed all the paper and stared at it in wonder. He was speechless at its’ beauty. It was a jade statue of a warrior on the back of a dragon. The pedestal was attached to the tail of the dragon, so the pair appeared to be suspended in mid-flight. The warrior’s spear or staff was raised and he stood in the saddle attached to the dragon, his head raised and mouth open as though in a battle cry.

“It’s from an old legend, a warrior king, when confronted with the oncoming Romans who would take his kingdom and kill his family, rebelled with the help of a Dragon. He was defeated when a catapult launched a boulder directly into the Dragon’s belly and launched them into the heavens where they got stuck and were transformed into stars by their gods. It’s one of the legends which help explain the constellation Draco. His family was saved by the gods and given special powers. Some have said they were the first wizards.” Hermione said.

Draco could feel tears threatening. He cleared his throat, “This is beautiful, Hermione. Thank you.”

She grinned.

“Where did you find it?” Harry asked with awe.

“It was one of the possessions of Dumbledore. Headmistress McGonagall mentioned that he had left her a great many things and she was looking to sell some of them. She showed me this one, knowing how much I like History of Magic, and I bought it. She just wanted to give it to me, but I insisted on buying it.” Hermione answered.

Draco touched the dragon’s face and was surprised to find it warm. He touched the face of the man and it was cold. “Amazing,” He whispered.

“On that note, I have to run downstairs and get something, do you guys need anything?” Hermione asked with a pointed look at Draco.

“No, I’ll just have a chat with Draco.” Harry said.

She left and Harry stared at Draco for a moment. Draco stared back blandly, and when the wait became irritating he said, “Potter, I have some things to ask also, but please, proceed at your leisure,” Draco tried to sound bored.

“Your mother is safe. She is in… Well, do you want to know? I’m sure it might be better if you didn’t.”

“I don’t need to know. She has knowledge which would be best to keep from His Un-nameable-ship.”

“You talked to your father yesterday, Molly tells me.”

“I did.”

“I’ve heard what happened. He seems too interested in Hermione. Any theories why that might be the case?”

Draco’s pulse quickened. He leaned forward and put his hands over his face, through his fingers he answered, “He thinks… I have feelings for her.”

“And do you?”

His heart skipped a beat at that loaded question. “Yes,” He answered simply, then uncovered his face.

Harry frowned.

“I’ve asked her permission to court her. Not my usual way to go about it, Potter, but she’s an unusual girl in an unusual position.”

Harry’s frown deepened. “Has she given permission?”

“Not yet. She hasn’t given me an answer is what I mean.”

Harry sat in silence for a moment. Draco used the time to mentally chide himself for making a bigger deal of this situation than it needed to be. Of course Harry would have figured it out. He wasn’t sure yet how Hermione’s best friend was handling it yet.

“She’ll say yes.” Harry said softly. “That present is not one you would give to someone who you are about to reject.”

“And will you reject her like Weasley has?” Draco asked, filled with trepidation.

Harry thought for a moment. He stood and paced the room. Two minutes passed, and Draco was beginning to think he might burst from the anticipation. Finally, Harry looked at him and then sat back down to be at eye level. He looked at Draco with an intensity he had never seen. “Draco Malfoy, if you proceed to date my friend and then leave her a broken mess like you have the other girls you have dated, I will proceed to hunt you down and cut off every piece of your skin slowly and I will pour lemon juice into every single cut as I am doing it. And that will just be the start of how much I would hurt you. You thought you knew torture at the hands of the Death Eaters? If you hurt her, you will realize how wrong you were.”

If this speech had come from anyone else, he would probably have laughed in their face. Harry, however, had shown he possessed the uncanny ability to scare the ever-living hell out of Draco with that speech. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Potter,” Draco whispered.

“Good.” He stood. “I’ll go see what’s keeping Hermione.” He left Draco to ponder the loyalty Harry had just shown. Draco marveled again at how their friendships were so different from the ones he had with his fellow Slytherins. He was beginning to realize why people always had trouble accepting Slytherins as anything other than Death Eaters.

He heard approaching footsteps on the stairs and forced these thoughts from his mind. Harry opened the door and he and Hermione began singing “Happy Birthday” to him. He grinned at the cake Hermione had in her hands. She had obviously cooked it herself, as it was lopsided on one side and the frosting was a bit uneven. He was glad that she had made it herself, it showed how much she cared about him.

They enjoyed the cake and Harry left just after 3:30. Hermione had shown him to the sitting room so he could Floo home. Draco had asked Triste to clean the third floor, and headed down to the Library. He had just found the copy of his inheritance when Hermione came in. He looked up at her with a smile, then noted her worried face. She closed the door and stood in front of it with her arms crossed.

“What is it?”

“Harry told me you guys had a conversation which I should ask you about. So here’s me asking.”

“I didn’t hear a question in there.”

She huffed, “Honestly, Harry’s being so difficult about this, and now you too? What did you talk with Harry about?”

“You. He asked me if I have feelings for you…” He quickly told her the conversation, “Was he right?” He finished.

“About what?”

“The gift being an indication of your answer?”

“Hmm…” She walked toward him. “You ever notice how we seem not to be able to just tell each other things?” She sat across from him on the chair which was originally in the room. “Someone always has to…”

“Get on with it,” He growled at her in frustration.

“Yes, I will consent to you courting me.”

He stood and pulled her up with him so he could hug her tightly to his body. “You are the most frustrating witch I know, and I adore you because of it.”

She was giggling against him. He pulled back to kiss her forehead. “Oh, I have something for you.” He said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet bag.

“Oh, you don’t have to…”

He stopped her and then put the bag into her hand, “Open it.”

She opened it and pulled out a fine silver chain with a small pendant of a rose, its’ petals were made of rose gold and its stem of yellow gold. It was intricately made and she gasped at the sight of it. “Draco it’s…”

He took it from her and undid the clasp while he walked around her. He placed it gently across her neck and moved her hair to the side to clasp it. He ran his hands down her shoulders and finished for her, “Amazing? Unexpected? Wonderful?”

She turned in his arms and put her small hands on his chest while looking up at him. “Perfect, I was going to say.”

He kissed her forehead again, “You’re welcome.”

“What would you have done with it had I said no?” She asked.

He looked down at her, “Given it to you anyway. Your neck has been naked without such a trinket.”

She smiled, “The prose starts now, huh?”

He ginned back at her, “Indeed it does Hermione.”

She licked her lips. “Remember when I told you we wouldn’t be at the kissing stage?” He nodded, his smile fading at that unfortunate bit of information. “I decided it was presumptuous of me to say. You can-”

He didn’t hear the rest of what she said. His focus was on her beautiful face looking up at him. He moved a piece of hair off her cheek and ran his hand through her hair, gripping the base of her skull. He watched a flush spread across her cheeks and her eyes dilate. He tugged her forward slightly and lowered his head to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut and he pressed his lips to hers, testing their softness. He pressed a bit harder and then slid his tongue across her bottom lip, requesting her to open for him.

She slid her tongue out to meet him, and he nearly moaned at the contact. He kissed her deeply for a few moments until he could feel his control wavering slightly from her tiny whimpers. He withdrew his tongue and looked at her again. Her lips were rosier and more swollen, and she was flushed. Her breathing was ragged. He smirked. He pecked her lips again to get her attention. She opened her eyes. “Now, then, aren’t you glad you changed your mind?” He asked.

“Yes” She whispered.

A/N: OK, I admit, that was a lot of sappiness. But, like Draco said, he had to be meek for a while. It’s not really manipulation, but it’s close to it. Harry seemed pretty protective though, for good reason. I modeled Harry’s speech after my brother. When my husband went to ask if it was ok with him to start dating me that was pretty much what my brother told him. My brother is a guy who pretends to not be very smart, but he has ‘moments of almost eloquence’ as the hubby calls them, and I think of Harry as being about the same, he hides his intelligence except for in front of Hermione. We’re gonna skip some time and come back with the Observer’s POV!

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