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Peace in the Darkness	By : UpTheHill Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own any of the characters nor the setting from the Harry Potter world. There are plot details that are not mine either. I make no profit out of this story in any way as I am writing for my personal enjoyment.

Chapter List
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Chapter 9: The Room of Requirement
“Ron!” cried Hermione as soon as she entered the hospital wing. Ron didn’t answer though, as he was heavily asleep.
“He’s alright,” said Harry who was sitting on a chair next to Ron’s bed. Ginny was there too, and Hermione joined them. There were no other patients in the room.
“What happened?” she demanded, and Harry told her all about Romilda Vane’s chocolates, Professor Slughorn, the mead and the bezoar. Hermione gasped in horror when Harry described Ron jerking and gargling uncontrollably on the floor.
“This is horrible…” she shuddered, and the feeling of serenity from half an hour ago was now completely gone.
After a few hours, Fred, George, Mr and Mrs Weasley, even Hagrid came to see Ron as well. Ron’s parents were almost kissing Harry’s hands in gratitude for saving their youngest son, and it made Harry feel very uncomfortable. Hermione saw a hint of relief in his face when Madam Pomfrey reminded them all that only six visitors were allowed at a time, because he now had an excuse to leave the room, so he did, and Hermione and Hagrid followed.
As the three of them were walking from the hospital wing, discussing who could be behind the recent poisonings, Hagrid accidently mentioned an overheard argument between Snape and Dumbledore on investigating the students in the Slytherin house. It made Harry even more suspicious about Snape and Malfoy, but Hermione refused to listen to his piffling.
In the same evening, when Hermione and Ginny were sitting with others in the Common room, Ginny told Hermione about Ron talking in his sleep.
“I swear he was saying your name,” said Ginny, grinning. “I heard something like ‘Er-my-nee’… Really!” She nodded when Hermione lightly shook her head in disbelief, or rather denial. “It’s true! But you know what the most interesting part is?” Ginny grinned even wider. “Lavender Brown was there and she heard it! I don’t think she’s Ron’s girlfriend anymore…” she giggled.
Hermione didn’t say anything.
Does this mean that Ron was in love with her? Even after Lavender? Or was it just a sign of deep caring, maybe platonic affection? Hermione stopped worrying about her feelings for Ron quite a while ago, when the ginger-head turned his moody back on her, but perhaps it wasn’t over for Ron yet.
Hermione decided to pretend that nothing happened. Maybe Ron won’t find out about his sleep talking, and Hermione won’t have to explain why it didn’t make her feel better. Well, sure, she was a little flattered, but she felt like she belonged to someone else now. Someone whose identity must remain secret.
Now the fourth Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor against Hufflepuff, was here. Since Ron was still in the hospital, Harry had no choice but to let McLaggen play the Gryffindor Keeper instead of him. And what an unfortunate decision it turned out to be… McLaggen was showing off, roaring and ordering his other teammates around, forgetting to pay attention to the Quaffle which kept soaring past him through the hoops, earning easy points to the Hufflepuffs. Then he pulled out a Beater’s bat from Peakes’ hands and tried demonstrating how to hit a Bludger but mishit it. The Bludger shot out straight towards Harry, and Harry fell off from his broomstick unconscious. Fortunately, Coote and Peakes caught him so he didn’t hit the ground. As Hermione watched this happen, she gasped loudly and clasped her open mouth with her hands, her heart galloping in terror. She was glad to hear that Madam Pomfrey would able to heal Harry’s cracked skull, but he still had to stay in the hospital wing to recover fully.
When Hermione went to see Harry almost immediately after the accident happened, her friend was still unconscious, but Ron was wide awake.
“Gryffindor players falling one by one, huh?” Ron tried starting a conversation, although awkwardly. “First Katie, then me, and now Harry, the actual Captain…”
“Yeah…” sighed Hermione.
“Not a good year for the Gryffindor Quidditch team…” he grinned but blushed when Hermione ignored.
There was still some tension between Ron and her, and now it seemed as if it was only growing again. She was angry at him; if he actually liked Hermione from the beginning but still turned to Lavender, then he’s a total git. So who cares how he feels. He chose Lavender over Hermione and now lost them both. It wasn’t Hermione’s problem anymore. However, she would still be Ron’s friend, merely acknowledging that Ron was just… well, bad at making decisions. He needed Hermione.
When she shared such thoughts with Ginny, the girl agreed.
“He is a fool, everyone knows that,” Ginny said and shrugged. “I think you should forget about it. As you said, it’s his problem. You should just move on if you’re sure that Ron is only a friend to you and nothing more.”
So when Monday came and Ron and Harry were released from the hospital wing, Hermione had let go of her grudge against the ginger-head and began treating him just like she treated Harry—as a good friend.
That night Harry had a meeting with Dumbledore again and told about it to Hermione and Ron the next day. The information he brought every time was intriguing, but Harry’s task remained the same: to obtain the memory from Professor Slughorn. Hermione didn’t know how to help him exactly, but she wasn’t happy to see Harry look for advice in the useless pages of his “special” Advanced Potion-Making book.
When Hermione was arguing with Harry and fixing Ron’s essay for Snape, a loud crack filled the empty room and was followed by another crack. When Hermione turned her head to where the sounds were coming from, she saw two house-elves, Kreacher and Dobby, standing in front of Harry.
“What’s going on?” asked Hermione in surprise.
And Harry explained how he asked the elves to tail Malfoy and find out what he had been doing lately.
Hermione’s face all tightened up. She was trying to hide the fright she was now experiencing.
Did Dobby and Kreacher ever see me with Draco…?
Hermione hoped they didn’t. She really, really hoped her secret was safe.
“When did you ask them to spy on Malfoy?” she asked Harry, so she could do the math and figure out whether her affair with Draco was safe.
“The night I got injured by a Bludger, thanks to bloody McLaggen,” answered Harry, snorted, and went on to listening to what the house-elves had to say about Malfoy’s mysterious disappearances.
Hermione made a sigh of relief. She hadn’t met with Draco for almost two weeks, so there was no way Dobby and Kreacher could have caught them together.
“So Malfoy is going to the Room of Requirement!” said Harry heatedly after elves Disapparated. “We’ve got him cornered now!” He was very enthusiastic.
Harry began pointing out every detail of Malfoy’s recent behaviour and had an explanation to every Hermione’s question and sceptical comment. Harry figured Malfoy had Crabbe and Goyle transform into different people using the stolen Polyjuice Potion to keep a lookout while he went to the Room of Requirement. When Ron asked why Crabbe and Goyle would do such a thing for Malfoy, Harry explained, “If he’s shown them his Dark Mark, why wouldn’t they?”
Hermione felt heat of fury rising up her body.
“Yes… the Dark Mark we don’t know exists.”
“We’ll see about that,” said Harry with confidence.
“Yes, we will,” agreed Hermione and, after she reminded Harry that his focus should still be on Slughorn’s memory, left to the girl’s dormitory.
As she lay in her bed, Hermione was thinking about everything Harry said.
His theory wasn’t incontrovertible, but she had to acknowledge it made quite a lot of sense. Still, Hermione couldn’t admit that Draco had the Dark Mark. That he might have the Dark Mark. It just couldn’t be right. During the past months Hermione had the unexpected opportunity to get to know Draco Malfoy a little better, and she learned that the boy didn’t really support Voldemort like his parents did. Therefore, how come the Dark Lord chose him to be a part of his special “fan club”? This did not make sense.
More weeks passed, during which Hermione made many attempts to talk to Draco, but the time was never right, and Draco kept running away from her ever since Ron’s poisoning. It actually made Hermione feel quite offended. Malfoy seemed to appear only whenever it was convenient for him. He was acting like he was in control, and it was annoying. Hermione needed to talk to him. For Merlin’s sake, Draco needed to hear what Hermione had to say! It’s not about her, it’s about him. It’s for him! So whatever the Slytherin was doing, it could be useful for him to know that Harry was spying on him and, in fact, rather successfully!
Hermione couldn’t stop thinking about Harry’s theory.
The Room of Requirement, huh?
And what was he doing there, then? Was there any way of knowing it? Not if Draco didn’t want anyone to find out… that was the way that unique room worked.
Hermione knew Harry was closely tailing Malfoy, but apparently he hadn’t discovered anything new, otherwise he definitely would have shared.
But what if Draco was already aware that Harry was after him? That would explain the futility of Harry’s efforts. But would Draco know if Hermione followed him?

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One evening, when Harry and Ron were in their Quidditch practice, Hermione sneaked in to Harry’s dorm. Nobody was there, so she was able to rummage in her friend’s trunk. She was looking for Harry’s Cloak of Invisibility, but she was left quite irritated when she realized that he had taken it with him, as always, since it wasn’t in the trunk nor anywhere else.
So Hermione returned to the Common room, sat there for a moment, thinking.
If Draco was actually doing something that he didn’t want Harry to know about, then right now could be a good time for him to do that “something” again, as Potter was busy at the moment. Hermione didn’t have the Cloak, but she still could go and sneak around a bit.
So she got up and climbed out through the portrait hole. She was in the seventh floor, the floor that the Room of Requirement was in too. Hermione headed towards it.
In the corridor, where the room was supposed to be, there was a young girl with scales in her hands.
Hermione looked at her. She had seen that girl already. And those heavy brass scales that the girl was clutching, too. She fixed them once after the girl dropped them when she saw Hermione and Harry pass this same hallway.
Now, the girl—or perhaps Crabbe or Goyle?—noticed Hermione in the end of the corridor, froze in mild panic, and the scales fell out of her hands and crashed noisily, just like it had already happened once.
“No!” reacted Hermione. “Wait!” she said, running towards the girl who was backing away.
Hermione sped up. Draco was there somewhere behind that wall where the Room of Requirement should be. He must be there. Harry’s theory made more and more sense, but there was still a fat, ugly question unanswered—why?
“It’s me!” cried Hermione to the empty hallway and to the empty wall. “It’s just me! I know you’re there!”
She stood rot to her spot, attentively listening to the surroundings for a faintest sound. The moment was very tense. She heard her heart pounding in her ears.
“I’m here,” said a low voice, coming from somewhere around the corner.
Hermione followed the sound. She turned to another corridor and gulped when saw Draco standing with his back to a wall.
“Draco?” she exhaled, but turned around after she felt someone else’s presence behind her.
In the other side of the hallway was that little girl with her eyes looking frightened.
“Leave,” Draco said to the girl or whoever exactly that person was. “I’ll handle this.”
The girl hesitated for a second, but then obeyed and disappeared from the corridor.
Hermione stepped in front of Draco, breathing heavily onto his face.
“What are you doing here?” he asked her half-whispering.
“Harry knows,” she said immediately, without thinking things through.
But was there really much to think? Yes, if Hermione used her brain, then she definitely wouldn’t have said that. But she stopped using that part of her body since she let Draco Malfoy kiss her. Now it was about feelings and emotions, and Hermione couldn’t resist her need to protect the Slytherin, just like she protected everyone she cared about.
Draco gulped, but his face didn’t even twitch.
“I thought so,” he muttered.
Of course he should have thought so. He wasn’t that stupid.
“What’s happening?”
Hermione needed answers. She needed him to tell her that there was nothing she should be worrying about. She needed him to tell her that Harry was wrong and that Draco wasn’t doing anything a decent, faithful wizard wouldn’t do.
Then she heard a sudden sound of light movement, coming from down the hallway. Both Hermione and Draco flinched in alarm. In a second, Draco grabbed Hermione’s hand and a large door appeared behind him, which he then quickly opened and dragged Hermione inside with him.
Now they were standing in a large empty room. Draco’s body was ramming her against the wall where there used to be a door just a moment ago. Malfoy was still frozen, listening for any more noise.
“Are we in—” began Hermione, but Draco swiftly clasped her mouth very tight. He was still trying to listen.
Malfoy’s body wasn’t even shivering. He was completely still, like a statue.
After a minute of deep silence Draco let go of Hermione. He retreated and turned his back to her.
“What are you doing?” he asked stiffly with a trace of bitter displeasure in his voice.
“Figuring out what you are doing!” she retorted.
Draco quickly spun around and faced Hermione.
“There are things I am forced to do,” he snapped, “and you cannot interfere! It’s important and—”
“Oh, yes, I realized that!” she furrowed her eyebrows. “You’ve been going here since the beginning of the school year! Is this the room you keep coming to?!”
She looked around once more. The room was empty. There was nothing here except for a large candlestick with lit candles and a chair standing in the corner.
Draco didn’t answer for a few moments. He was clenching his jaw repeatedly, possibly gritting his teeth.
“Look,” he then said in a more collected voice, “you have to let me work. There is something I’ve got to do, it must be done for reasons we’ve talked about… and you must stay away.”
Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat.
How could she? How could she act like nothing was happening? How could she pretend she wasn’t afraid? She wanted to know the truth so badly, she felt like she had a right to know, being now personally involved in Draco’s life. He probably had access to information about what plans of attack were being made towards Harry and everyone on his side, and Draco could tell her, he probably had an opportunity to help and save them, but instead remained silent.
“But how—” she opened her mouth, but was cut off.
“You must stay away!” he warned.
Hermione looked at him desperately. Her insides felt sore.
“But I’ve missed you.”
Words escaped her lips before she could stop them. It seemed that that husky voice that just muttered those words wasn’t even hers. It was somebody else’s. She didn’t really say it, did she?
Hermione flushed bright pink.
Draco not responding made it even worse. He just stood there, his grey eyes pinned on her. His pupils enlarged.
“I…” Hermione began saying, wanting to explain herself, but her mouth froze when Draco approached her in an instant and closed his lips over hers.
Hermione gasped, and her body squirmed pleasantly in surprise. Draco’s tongue was twisting around hers inside her mouth while his hands were running all over her body, stroking, squeezing and scraping with vigour. He then sank his face in her neck to nibble her delicate flesh, harshly skimmed her stockings and underwear down, and Hermione wriggled her legs out of them. Then Draco lifted one of her legs up to wrap it around his waist, unzipped and took his heavy erection out. Hermione let out a wanton, throaty moan when she felt him thrust his cock inside her without even checking if she was wet enough. But he didn’t have to. Of course she was wet. Draco’s presence was enough to make her drench and clamour in arousal.
Everything was happening very fast. Draco’s hands were everywhere, and the sensations which were caused by his shaft pumping her were everywhere as well. Hermione had to cling onto the Slytherin’s shoulders as hard as she could so she wouldn’t sink like a puddle to the floor. Her body was all limp, yet it trembled with every shove of Draco’s cock.
We could describe it as “Draco moving his hips against her,” but, to be honest, he was really fucking her. Raw. Fucking her better than ever. Deeper, harder, faster. And it made Hermione’s eyes water, and it made her moan and cry louder than ever. The sensations were so powerful it was almost unbearable.
Draco’s other hand was now under her shirt, gripping her breast without any caution. He was sucking hard on the young witch’s neck, unafraid to leave traces. Hermione’s back, rubbing against the rough stone wall, began to slightly ache, but it didn’t matter, not even a little bit. She kept screaming into the air, her eyes tightly screwed shut.
Hermione then remembered what she desired to do every single time they met, so she began unbuttoning Draco’s shirt. Or rather she was ripping his shirt open. It repelled Draco and made him let go of the girl.
“Why don’t you—?” she whined, looking at the boy's face filled with dread, but then froze in sudden apprehension. Her heart missed a beat.
He has the Dark Mark.
It made sense. It all made sense completely now. Harry must have been right all along.
Hermione felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore, so she was panting loudly as if her throat was full of sand.
This couldn’t be true… she didn’t want it to be true.
After a moment, she recollected herself and dashed towards Draco, grasping his open shirt in high speed and harshly tearing it off of him, without Draco managing to push her away.
And there he stood, half naked, his pale chest heaving wildly and the Dark Mark carved onto his forearm.
Hermione’s paralyzed body was washed by a wave of piercing cold that numbed every piece of her.
Harry was right. Draco is a Death Eater. He’s a Death Eater. He has the Mark.
Unwanted realization of the truth was thrown at her and hit her head like a hammer. Hermione’s chest, full of hot pain, felt like it was about to explode. Her every muscle began throbbing and her every bone felt like crumbling. Her mouth was dry, her throat was swollen, and her lungs felt so heavy, so hard to breathe with.
Hermione took a step backwards. She unconsciously made a wish and sensed a door appear behind her, so she gripped its handle.
“Wait!” bellowed Draco, but Hermione had slammed the door shut and was now running down the corridor with hot tears rolling down her face.
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