March 2nd, 2003
Hermione's POV
Warm sun rays shine through Draco's bedroom window, dancing across her skin in a heated caress, slowly pulling her from slumber. The steady rise and fall of a firm chest at her back reminding her who lies under the heavy weight of covers with her. She takes a moment to appreciate the blanket of silence before the realities of the world come crashing down around them.
A mischievous thought crosses her mind, sending her into action before she can let fear get the best of her. Carefully lifting the covers so as not to wake Draco, she slides under the covers, hands bracketing his hips where his enthusiastic member lays before her.
Taking the silky skin of his member in hand, she gently glides from the base to the tip, earning a groan of appreciation from the half-asleep Malfoy. Encouraged, she swirls her tongue over the sensitive tip, tasting the drop of pre-cum gathered for her pleasure. His body tenses as she releases a moan of appreciation.
"Fucking hell Granger. What did I do to deserve this?" He asks, voice still husky from sleep.
"Maybe it's not for you Draco, maybe I just wanted to explore for myself." She says, breasts swaying slightly as she increases the depth, she is able to take him.
"Explore away, Granger." He replies, body relaxing as he lets her take control.
"Mm" She hums around the thick bulge between her lips.
"Oh..do that again sweetheart." He begs.
Hearing his reaction only serves to add to the wetness building between her thighs. Sucking in her cheeks, she releases a long hum, adding a twist of her wrist at the base of his cock, before pushing him to the back of her throat, taking a moment to acclimate to the pressure she feels tears build at the corner of her eyes.
"So wet, that's it, baby. You suck my cock so good." He praises her, wiping the stray tears from her cheeks as she slides back to the tip.
"Whose cock is this Draco?" She asks breathily.
"All yours baby, fuck, it's only for you." She finds that she loves the sound of his desperate whimpers.
"Should I fuck you Draco, would you like that?" She asks, stroking the slick length of him.
"Please fuck me Hermione." He cries desperately.
Straddling his hips, she holds him steady while she takes him in slowly. Inch by inch he stretches her walls as she softly bounces against him, acclimating to his girth.
"Can I touch you, Darling?" He asks, hands still fisted behind his head.
"You've been very good Draco. So, you may touch me." She permits with a smirk, eating up the look of hunger possessing him.
His hands eagerly grip her hips before sliding to the roundness of her breasts, expertly teasing the soft flesh as she grinds against his cock.
"Can you be good for me Draco?" She asks, breath labored as she pounds against that perfect spot that will send her spiraling.
"I can be good. What do you need my Love?" He asks, voice eager.
"You aren't allowed to come until I say. Can you do that?" She finds that she enjoys giving him orders just as much as she loves following his. A perfect example of symbiosis.
"Just tell me when Darling and you will have all of me." His confidence working as an aphrodisiac to her already crumbling control.
Moving her hips in a circular motion before snapping them forward, the skin of her backside glides against his thighs, creating a lovely friction.
"So fucking wet, Granger, you're so close. Use my cock baby." He encourages. She keens as a pocket of energy starts to build in her clit, increasing in intensity with every snap of her hips.
Bracing her hands against his chest she commands, "Come with me Draco, give me everything." With a roar he joins her in a downward spiral of pleasure, the liquid heat of their mingled climaxes burning through their bodies in an electric inferno.
His arms wrap securely around her waist before giving a final upward thrust, leaving the two in a boneless heap. Neither speaks for some time, just enjoying the ease of their silence as they sit with their heightened emotions.
Of course, she thinks the moment can't last as a loud banging on the door pulls their attention.
"That's enough fucking! I am coming in whether you are clothed or not." Theo's huffs through the closed door.
"Theo!" She yells, scrambling to cover herself as the door bursts open, revealing a smirking Theo and a cherry red Harry.
"I told you to give them a minute! Now I must go and bleach my eyes." Harry says, slapping his hands over his glasses before turning away. "I'm just going to-, yeah-, I'll be downstairs when you're ready Hermione." As he scuttles away Draco chuckles, obviously finding the whole situation hilarious.
"Look at those tits Hermione!" Theo exclaims, making her blush.
"Hey! Those are for my eyes only you git." She giggles as Draco pulls the sheet over her exposed breasts, clamping his hands over them for good measure.
"Oh, please Draco, as if I'm interested in that way. I just believe in giving credit where it's due and she definitely deserves some credit. I mean have you seen those things?" Theo gives her a wink before focusing back on Draco. She appreciates her friendship with him all the more in this moment. Instead of treating her like she'd been broken, he carried on as if nothing had changed.
"Yes, Theo I have seen them. Now kindly get the fuck out of my room."
"But I want to visit with Hermione! You've kept her locked away all night and now it's my turn. I am her best friend after all."
"That's it!" Draco exclaims before ripping the sheets off himself, he stomps bare cheeked over to Theo. Gripping his friend's neck, he forces him out of the room before slamming the door and wandlessly locking it.
"If you wanted to show me your cock Draco all you had to do was ask, extra credit for you old friend." Theo sings from the hall, sending Hermione into another fit of laughter.
"Don't encourage him, Granger. His head is already too big."
"His head? Have you seen yours?" She says between cackles.
"Why you cheeky little witch, you'll pay for that Granger." He grins wolfishly before launching himself at her.
"Draco!" She screeches as his fingers begin their assault, tickling everywhere he can reach.
"You win! Your head is properly proportionate, and I will never make fun of its size again." She manages to get out between reluctant laughter.
"Now look what you've done. My hair looks like a bird's nest and it's your fault."
"Chirp, chirp my little bird." He laughs boisterously at his own joke.
"All right Mr. Malfoy. I am going to take a shower and you are not invited." She says haughtily, sashaying her naked hips as she heads for the shower leaving Draco with a forlorn look on his face.
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Draco's POV
After throwing on a pair of gray joggers, Draco heads for the kitchen to start breakfast for his guests.
"Don't be so dramatic Harry. It's not every day you get to see such lovely breasts, apart from Red's of course. Take it for the treat that it was." He hears Theo say.
"I don't want to see anyone's breasts but my wife's, if one of you would just agree to obliviate me, I'd be eternally grateful." Potter pleads.
"I'm with Nott, Harry. I mean if there wasn't the whole soul mate thing between us, I definitely would take my shot with Hermione. Have you seen the woman? Curves for days." He can see Ginny smirking at Potter from his spot on the stairs.
"Yes, Gin, I have seen the woman and I'm not hearing any more of this!" Potter childishly covers his ears.
"Granger's breasts and the rest of her curves are no longer up for discussion." Draco commands, making his presence known to the group.
"Greedy bastard." Theo says into his mug of coffee.
Steering the conversation to a different direction he addresses Harry. "I've not told Granger about Weasley yet. I thought it would be best if we told her together, we could use my office after breakfast if that suits you."
At the mention of Weasley he sees Potter's face redden, his mouth twisting into a grimace. "You're right. I should be there, but I think we should talk to her now. I don't want to risk someone slipping and her finding out in front of the whole group. I'm sure Ginny wouldn't mind getting things started in here. I'll talk to her if you want to grab Hermione." Potter's request makes sense, so he nods in agreement. Thankful for the suggestion as he doesn't know if he could control his temper if someone had slipped up and upset Granger.
He watches as Potter whispers to Ginny, seeing her nod in response. Her normally bright yes dim at whatever Potter has said to her and it sends an ache through his chest. Despite his own feelings towards Weasley, he knows how much this is going to affect the rest of his family and that is something he can relate to. His father had made terrible choices, leaving his mother and himself to deal with the fallout.
Hermione's POV
"Granger?" She hears Draco call for her.
"Just a moment. Just brushing my teeth." She responds before quickly rinsing.
"Is breakfast ready?" She asks, taking his hand as she moves towards the door.
"Granger, we need to talk." His somber tone bringing her steps to a halt.
"About?"
"Everything that happened when you were gone. Potter is waiting in my office for us now."
"Oh, I see. I suppose we do need to discuss some things on my side as well." Knowing that what she has to tell him will only service to increase the burden of his guilt, whether she blamed him or not.
"I have some things to tell you that are going to be very difficult to hear but I am learning from my mistakes, so I won't keep this from you, even to protect you." Being on the other side now, she can sympathize with how hard this is for him. To be tasked with slicing your other half open only to pour salt in the wound and label it as honesty, the truth was a cruel mistress indeed.
Both having truths to tell, they march hand in hand to his office, scalpels at the ready and armed with the hope that at the end of this nightmare they might come away clean of the infection afflicting them both.
"How do you want to start, Granger?" Draco asks, taking a seat beside her on the leather sofa. His office smells of him and it helps to ground her chaotic emotions.
"I think it would be best if I were to start." She says, meeting the eyes of both men before launching into her retelling of the events during her capture. She performs an exorcism of the memories of her torture, peeling back every layer to expose the raw nerves beneath, knowing this is the only way to cleanse herself of the taint that had been left behind. She no longer lived in fear of Dolohov but that didn't mean the things she'd been forced to experience hadn't left a mark of their own. At the end of her story, she feels clean, having detailed her torture, seeing Neville like that and her discovery of the horcruxes.
Draco's hand trembled in her grasp; his normally alabaster skin shone with a pink hue.
"Excuse me." His tone cutting as he takes long strides out of the office.
"FUUUCK!" A loud crunch follows Draco's scream of rage.
She stays seated, knowing that he needs this moment to calm down. His anger doesn't scare her, quite the opposite, she feels a surge of empathy for the pain he must be feeling. Hermione had come to learn that Draco Malfoy did not feel things in a small way, he was a passionate man in all things he did, even though he did not show that side of himself to many people she was one of the fortunate ones and she loved him all the more for it.
"He was a right mess when you were taken. I've only seen him so shaken one other time since I've known Draco. I know we've never really talked about that day in sixth year when he and I fought but I will say this, I didn't register that it was fear controlling his actions back then. Seeing him this last week, it's the same. He's the same. I've known for a long time that he cared for you on some level, I just didn't realize the extent of things. Are you happy Hermione?" She'd had many conversations with Harry over the years and it was times like this that reminded her why he was one of her closest friends.
"I am Harry. It's hard to describe this thing between us. People will see Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy, former enemies, when they look at us and I can admit that I would have held the same thoughts a matter of months ago, but I don't see that anymore. With Ron things always felt forced, I wanted to make things work but in the end, I was forcing things." She pauses to gather her thoughts, seeing the gentle smile on her friends face bolsters her resolve.
"With Ron it was different. He and I were always meant to be separate. Two people walking the same path but in opposite directions. Draco and I are on the same path, moving in the same direction, neither leading nor following but moving together. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, it does. I feel that way about Ginny every day. I'm grateful you have him Hermione. Especially now, things are going to get more difficult, and you will need each other."
"Oh Harry!" She exclaims, launching herself into his open arms. "You know I love you right? I know I don't say it often enough, but I do love you."
"I love you too Hermione." She takes comfort in the warmth of his words and embrace, only stepping away when Draco reappears a few moments later, knuckles visibly reddened.
When she moves to check his injured hands, he reassures her that he's okay, pulling her back against his side on the couch.
"Do you want to start, Potter or should I?"
"I think it would be best if I did. Given the circumstances."
"Go ahead." Draco agrees, wrapping his arm around her in a move to ground himself she thinks more so than her.
"After you and Pansy were abducted, we followed every lead that came across our desks in hopes of finding all of you. We already knew about the Horcruxes as they were reported as missing directly to me, we just didn't know what they were being used for." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. The weight of what he has to tell her obviously weighing heavy on his shoulders.
"During one of the raids Draco found a set of tunnels connecting seven different prior death eater residences. Until I ordered for the Malfoy connection to be searched, we had thought the tunnel system defunct and frankly useless. Malfoy met Dolohov that day and he hinted at the involvement of someone close to us. I walked in my office that day to see Ron pinned up against the wall by Malfoy. After some unapproved interrogation tactics, Ron admitted to his involvement with your capture. He had deluded himself into believing that if he gave up his magic, you would see how far he was willing to go to prove his love for you. He thought Dolohov would take your magic and let you go, relatively unharmed."
She can do nothing but sit in silence at Harry's words. Unbelieving that Ron would take things so far as to steal her magic and give up his own in the process. In a single sentence Harry had set fire to years of friendship because there was no future that included Ronald Weasley for her anymore.
"Draco forced him to tell us how he got through the tunnel system. Malfoy Manner had been warded so extensively that we couldn't even breach the gates, but Ron was able to get through somehow. Apparently, Dolohov had set the wards to allow those that had been invited through but if you were not, he had a special treat at his disposal."
"What do you mean treat?" She asks between gritted teeth, fury and heart ache battling for control.
"When I stepped into the tunnels, I could hear your screams. I followed your voice down a path and was met with silence when I entered Crabbe Manor. So, Chang and I split everyone into teams trying to figure out which pathway would lead to you. In the end, it was Malfoy Manner, but I wasn't able to pass through the warding. I'm sure the spell was one of Dolohov's sick ideas to amuse himself." The tension in his body has slightly lessened as he explains what happened that day.
Silence hangs heavily between the three as the two men let her process the news of Ron's betrayal.
Standing, she paces the length of the room, her thoughts flitting swiftly from one to another before she decides what she needs to know first.
"Where is Ron now?" Her violent intentions perfectly clear in her voice.
"He was granted house arrest until his trial so he's staying at the burrow. The circumstances are unusual with his case. Since he has no magic, the Wizengamot is debating how to try him." Harry answers.
"Fucking joke if you ask me. He belongs in Azkaban." Draco replies, making his opinion perfectly clear.
"I think it's time I pay Molly a visit, care to join me Draco?"
"Wicked witch, indeed."
"Let's show Ronald Weasley just how wicked I can be."
"Fuck, I love you." He exclaims, pulling her into a bone melting kiss