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Black Widow	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 35493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Here's the right chapter. Sorry guys. Forgive me? *begs on hands and knees*

One week. One week since he’d started on Hermione’s cure. He was going to go mad before then. Since Weasley’s dramatic exit a few days prior, Draco had been on edge. It seemed that the red headed git was motivated by competition. He wished he’d thought of that earlier. It would have made helping Hermione easier. It seemed he wasn’t the only one put on edge by his constant presence. She’d managed to keep him at arm’s length all these years but since she was in control of her faculties now, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He almost smiled that thought. Ever the Gryffindor.
“How are you holding up?”
Draco looked up from his desk to see Severus standing before him. He didn’t even flinch. He’d grown too used to the dark man appearing out of thin air. He could almost sense him now. Ah, the benefits… and perils of working so closely with someone for a number of years.
“I’m fine.”
Severus snorted and made himself at home, not caring in the least that someone could walk in on them. The cloak would keep their curiosity at a minimum and it wasn’t unusual to have a shady person meet with their barrister, not that Draco actually had shady clients. He preferred his clients to be innocent or be the prosecutor if they weren’t. He usually got his way, too.
“Your lies need work.”
Draco sighed and dropped his quill, all pretenses of working gone. “What would you like me to say?”
“How about, I need a break?”
“You know me better than that.”
“True. Perhaps her friend should entertain her tonight.”
“The friend that I’m fucking?”
Severus glared at him but allowed the jab. “You still haven’t told her you aren’t fucking him?”
“I told her I was only seeing her. She added the ‘today’ clause. I told her that he couldn’t be stolen unless he wanted it and she seemed to drop it after that.”
“I must commend you on not losing your Slytherin touch, but perhaps, if you are going to pretend to marry the girl, you ought to come clean.”
“You mean I ought to squash the rumor that I’m playing leap frog with your lover.”
Severus sneered but said no more. Draco smirked and counted it as a win. Severus would never admit defeat but he’d clearly been called out. However, unlike Gryffindors, they saw no reason to speak those words aloud. Instead, he picked his quill up and started signing more forms.
“How is progress?”
“She’ll be a lovely sub someday.”
Severus scoffed. “That’s not what I meant.”
Draco signed his name with a flourish and chose to ignore the question. He didn’t want to admit that he couldn’t seem to get her to the point of controlling the curse. It hadn’t spread, but he couldn’t snap it from her emotions either. He figured as quickly as she’d made progress, he’d be done a few days after Creevey showed up. Instead, he wasn’t any further, though the sex was amazing. Hermione was more flexible than he gave her credit for and she seemed to truly like pain with her pleasure. But he couldn’t get past the block the curse had put on Weasley and it seemed to be the key to her entire emotional state unraveling.
“Draco, look at me.”
“I’m quite busy, if you can’t tell.”
“I can tell you’re avoiding the question. I happen to know that you perfected a way to magically copy your signature when you were six, and anyone else’s for that matter.”
Draco smirked. “I’ll never forget the look on father’s face when the roc showed up in the garden.”
Severus’s lips curled into a semblance of a smile, the most he would give anyone but Potter. “Yes, the perfect gift for a six year old, a giant mythological bird. However, the fact remains that you haven’t answered the question, which means one of two things.”
“And those are?”
“Number one, she’s ready to be free of it and you are finding it hard to let go. Or two, you’ve hit a snag and are at a loss.”
Draco sighed heavily and charmed his quill to keep signing documents. “Sometimes I wish it were the first.”
“What snag have you discovered?”
“Weasley.”
Severus snorted. “He’s merely a bother.”
“No. It’s more than that. I used him as a dam for her emotions. But she hadn’t developed any feelings at all for him, good, bad, or otherwise.”
“I thought you said he makes her anxious.”
“She does, but only due to fear of discovery. Weasley’s like a dog with a bone. You know that. In fact, I have half a mind to recommend him to the Department of Mysteries. But she doesn’t feel angry with him or particularly afraid of him or even a bit perturbed at his constant barrage of meaningless banter when they happen to cross paths, which is an astonishingly high number.”
“Perhaps you should allow her to be around Weasley for an extended period of time instead of constantly rescuing her like an overzealous Gryffindor.”
Draco clasped his hands and tapped his index fingers together, a habit he’d started when he was young and plotting. “The problem is that I have to keep up pretenses that we are to be married. All prior interaction with Weasley suggests that I should be overprotective to the point of possessiveness around her. And should it get back to Creevey that she was seen schmoozing with someone she was specifically programmed and ordered to avoid, well, I’m sure you can make inferences there.”
Severus hummed in agreement and then chuckled. “Why don’t you just let nature take it’s course?”
“What?”
“You know Weasley will never give up until he gets what he wants. And he wants her, correct?”
“Obviously.”
“Then you conveniently become scarce; allow him to ask her out. She can’t push him away, not without the help of the curse. She won’t agree to anything more than a dinner, which you know will be the first thing that glutton will ask her to do. Then… you do what you do best.”
“Put him in Azkaban?”
“Close. You observe… and intervene when she starts reacting to him.”
Draco had to laugh at the simplicity of the proposed plan. It was brilliant really. No one would fault Hermione for accepting dinner with a friend. She’d probably make it quite clear that it would only be as friends. And Weasley would undoubtedly try to put his moves on her. Hopefully it would annoy her and she’d develop feelings of hostility. Jealousy bubbled in his veins when he thought about her actually enjoying the weasel’s attentions. But either way, she’d be ready then. He would perform the break and step aside to let Kingsley recruit her. Working with her would be hard if she decided she wanted the red headed git, but he’d persevere. He always had.
“Agreed.”
Severus nodded and stood. “Besides, we might test those senses of hers. She says Harry is familiar. Perhaps you would be as well.”
It was a tantalizing thought. One that made him smile and nod. Yes, he might. He just might.
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“So why are you marrying the git?” Weasley asked, his mouth full of food.
Draco sneered at the grotesque manners Weasley was displaying. They were fine for a beer swilling muggle after a college football game, but definitely not in front of a lady. And he had no doubt Hermione was a lady. When she wasn’t under the influence of the bloodstone… or writhing under him in ecstasy, she was very prim and proper. She was his kind of woman, a lady in public and a wanton minx in the boudoir. He allowed himself to sigh in despair.
“He isn’t a git,” Hermione said tersely. “He’s really sweet.”
“Yeah right,” Weasley sniffed. “He’s putting one over on you.”
Hermione was beyond tense. Draco could feel it from where he was sitting, which was all the way across the room. He really had to thank Luna for coming up with the targeted hearing charm, much less conspicuous than the Weasleys Extendable Ears. With it, he could hear her muttering under her breath. It appeared that Weasley was doing a fabulous job of ticking her off.
“He’s been nothing but wonderful,” she said through gritted teeth. “And I was happy to accept his proposal.”
Weasley put down his drink just a bit too hard. “But you wouldn’t accept mine.”
She blinked in shock but quickly composed herself. “We would have never worked out.”
“Says the woman with thirteen dead husbands,” Weasley spat in disgust, oblivious to the tears that had sprung to her eyes. “Hell, if I were smart, I’d stay away from you. But I can’t. So tell me why. What did they have that I didn’t? Huh? I’m a pureblood. Was it because they were Death Eaters? Or maybe it was because they were rich!”
With each question, Hermione seemed to draw further in on herself. Her eyes were watery and she was shaking. But it was the next movement that had him dashing to the back to remove his cloak. She’d grabbed her necklace, her eyes darting to the corner where he’d been. In mere moments, his chest would start burning. By the time he made it to the loo, it was. He ripped off his cloak and stuffed it in his pocket, thankful for the extension charms and headed out to the floor.
“Is that it?” Weasley hissed as he neared the table. “You’ll spread your legs for any rich former Death Eater but not some poor bloke who only has your best intentions at heart?”
“Perhaps it was because they had class,” Draco snarled from behind the red head, causing him to start and spin.
“What are you doing here?” Weasley asked coldly.
Draco ignored him and shot Hermione a searching look. “Love, are you okay?”
She brushed the tears that had fallen down her face and nodded. “I am now.”
Draco didn’t say a word, simply walked around and held out a hand for her to take, which she did immediately. He pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back as she buried her face in his chest and tried to compose herself. He glared at a beet red Weasley all the while, willing him to make one move. He’d take him down given half the chance. Hermione pulled back after a while brushing a final tear from her eye and straightening herself out.
“Take me home?”
He smiled and held out his arm, letting her take it. “Whatever the lady wishes.”
“What the bloody hell?” Weasley yelled as they made it through the door.
Draco thanked the gods that they’d made it that far. He didn’t want another episode of a rampaging weasel near innocents. “Go home Weasley,” he growled. “Sober up. And don’t you come near my fiancé until you learn how to act like a civilized human being.”
“First you fuck my best mate and steal him from my sister and then you fuck my girlfriend and steal her from me!”
Draco quirked an eyebrow and smirked at his audacity. “First, Weasel, she was never your girlfriend to begin with. And what I do with Hermione is my own business. I will not tolerate you besmirching her name though. She’s had it hard enough without you flapping your jaw. Second, I highly doubt anyone could steal Potter away unless he wanted to be stolen. And in that case, that is his business and not yours. He broke up with your sister before the war. Get over it. And now, I’ll ask that you kindly fuck off.”
He didn’t give Weasley a chance to respond before he spun in place and apparated them directly to his room. Couldn’t really. He could feel the delicate balance that Hermione had been managing all night slipping, the darkness swirling in her veins. They didn’t have time to exchange banter with Weasley. Apparently she had an opinion of him now. He hoped it was a bad one but he couldn’t speculate now. He had to move now or the curse would break out.
They landed before the bed and he wasted no time rendering her nude. She squeaked in shock and fear, afraid that he’d do something unsavory, but calmed when she saw him shuck his clothes. He had very little time to do this before that emotional dam came crumbling down. She was as worked up as she was going to get. Luckily, he’d been preparing for this day for a week now and he had everything he needed… except the one thing he never wanted to see again.
“How do you feel about Weasley?” he asked as he folded his clothes and placed them on a nearby chair.
She huffed as she plopped down on the bed, her eyes filling with tears. “He’s even more of a pig headed bigot than he was before. He’s completely unreasonable. I… I hate him.”
“Hate is a very strong word, Granger. Are you sure?”
Her lip quivered. “I… no. But I don’t like him. I’m not sure what I ever saw in him.”
Draco pursed his lips in thought before grabbing her foot and pulling it out from under her so she was lying prostrate on the bed. He crawled on top of her, straddling her waist and studying her eyes intensely. She was telling the truth, or what she thought the truth was.
“Are you sure you don’t know what you saw in him. Or is it because your master scraped all of those feelings away?”
She swiped the tears from her cheeks. “A bit of both maybe. I mean, I remember thinking he was sort of cute and sweet in a goofy sort of way. But I think I overlooked his emotional range, though I commented on it once or twice. He’s loyal but… the things he said tonight.”
“He’s bitter.”
She nodded. “I get it. But he isn’t the only one who has gotten the shaft.”
Draco couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Why yes, Granger, you have gotten the shaft quite a lot this past week.”
She blushed bright red and almost reached out to smack him but thought better of it. She’d hit him the day after they had told Weasley they were engaged. He hadn’t tolerated it either, tying her hands to her feet and paddling her arse until she couldn’t stand. She was learning.
Draco smirked and brushed his hand down her cheek. “Such a good girl. You’ve learned well. But have you learned well enough?”
“What?” she whimpered.
He sighed. “You have feelings for Weasley now.”
She frowned. “Bad ones.”
“But feelings just the same. I want to try something different tonight.”
“What?”
“How do you feel about exhibitionism?”
Her eyes widened in shock. “WHAT?”
“It’s time for another push, Granger. Or are you content with just keeping the curse at bay.”
She bit her lip, trepidation clear on her face. She was clearly at war with herself, another sign that she had almost beaten the curse. He knew that once this was broken, she’d be lost to him after this. She’d resent him and avoid him. But they had this last time together. And he’d make the most of it.
She drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “Let’s do this.”
He nodded and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on her lips which she tentatively returned. He wanted to cry but he got up and summoned his mirror. He tapped it three times and cleared his throat.
“Lucky, Ghost?”
“Need something, Draco?” Harry asked.
“Bring it… and yourselves.”
“Getting kinky tonight, are we?” Severus drawled.
Draco couldn’t muster a smirk which made both men’s faces fall. “Something like that.”
“We’ll be there in fifteen,” Harry said softly.
Draco nodded and broke the connection before putting the mirror away. He noticed Hermione was shaking like a leaf. That was good, but she had to be on edge. He did muster a smirk then. He had just the thing.
“Tell me, Granger. How do you feel about collars?”

AN: I know. I'm reaaally evil. But you know you like me. A little. Maybe. :( Please? As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I love them all. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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