She Comes Home
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Hogwarts library was a quiet place at night. Some would say almost eery, but not to Hermione Granger. She had spent just as many nights in her favourite arm chair as she had in her own bed. Tonight was no exception, the girl had been working non stop for days, going to classes, eating her meals on the run and studying in the library. She was on a mission! Right now, she was slumbering quietly, the book she had been reading left forgotten on her lap. Anyone could see she needed a break.
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Jolting awake the Gryffindor breathed heavily. Exhaling deeply, the girl realised she was still in the library. How long had she been asleep? Closing her eyes once more, Hermione was going to let herself get a little bit more rest but something stopped her - A noise, a rustling of paper. Letting her eyes drift upwards an unexpected sight greeted her.
"Harry?" Hermione said groggily. "What are you doing?" She shifted her weight to the other side of the chair.
"Morning you. Or should I say night?" The boy who lived asked a small smile upon his features.
Hermione thought momentarily what could have the boy in such good spirits but her focus was torn away by the large book that sat within his pale grasp.
"Harry, what are you reading?" She asked cautiously, maybe he did not know.
The boys face shifted to his friend, a look of 'I'm not stupid Hermione' crossing his face.
"You know what it is Mione." He said, his eyes were on hers. "It's a book I dug out of that pile on that secret society you are studying."
The girl was a little stunned. How had Harry found out? She knew he was not stupid, but she figured he would be too busy with his own things to check up on her like this. It was a little strange.
"Before you go all Sherlock Holmes," Harry smirked a little at his reference. "I knew because Malfoy told Blaise to tell Parkinson to tell Parvati to tell Ginny to tell me, to come and see you in the library. Apparently you were taking too long for his liking." The boy nodded.
Well she certainly had not expected that.
"Why in Merlin's name would Malfoy do that? Why couldn't he just come and see me himself?" Boys were worse than girls.
"Ah." Well wasn't he all insightful tonight. "You see, I think it might have to do with the fact that he is a Slytherin and doesn't want to seem like he cares too much. He is doing a horrible job of it though in my opinion."
Hermione scoffed, "Malfoy isn't that stupid. This sounds like some trick Ron would play." She paused. "This was some trick that Ron did play!"
They both chuckled a little remembering Ron's foolish behaviour during the Tri Wizard Tournament. Silence over took the two Gryffindor's quite suddenly. Where was their red headed friend? He should be with them.
"Harry." Hermione began slowly. "Do you think you could talk to Ronald for me?" She was apprehensive, but the girl missed her friend very much.
"I was going to let his sour mood play through for the week and see if it made a difference." Harry replied. "You know how he is."
The girl nodded sadly in reply.
Harry, seeing her reaction began quickly. "If he is still being loopy by the end of the week how about we sit him down together and give him a 'stern' talking to." A smile played on his lips. He knew he had said the right thing.
The girl nodded. She liked the sound of that.
Silently the two began to pour through the texts once more, only speaking when they thought something was relevant. Hermione knew that Harry could be thorough when he needed to be and the help would make this go a lot faster.
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"Well did you tell her?" Draco asked eagerly.
"Yes. I told Parkinson hours ago, she should have passed the information on in minutes. You know that." Blaise smirked seeing his friend in such turmoil.
Draco had been waiting outside the Slytherin portrait for his friend for over thirty minutes. He was not a patient man! Hermione was doing his head in.
"Mate, I don't see why your knickers are all in a bunch." The Zabini boy told his friend.
"You know exactly why Zabini!" The blonde's features darkened. It looked like he was going to poke the other boy in the chest. "That stupid bint hasn't been home in days." Draco was bordering on mad.
Blaise continued to smirk at the boy's expense.
"Why don't you just go up to the library Malfoy?" He shook his head at the stupidity of it. "You are trying to act like you don't care mate, but to everyone who you have spoken to (which is a lot of people now), they can see that you care waaay too much." Blaise turned to the portrait and uttered the password.
"Take the Hippogriff by the claws Malfoy. Go to the library!" He pushed past the blond not before muttering some choice words about fools in love.
"I am not in love you traitor!" Draco hissed after him. What? He wasn't!
Stalking back down the chilly corridor the Slytherin snorted to himself. Love really? Was it necessary to use such vulgar words?
Zabini was going Loony.
Love! Now that was a laugh.
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"Hermione, I think I have found something." The Gryffindor boy said hurriedly, beckoning her over to him.
Quickly Hermione did so, coming to sit beside her friend. They both peered down at the page eagerly.
"…Harry. I don't understand what I am looking at. I have read this already." Hermione sighed, Harry had been wrong.
The boy shook his head. "No Mione. Look!" He pointed to a sentence that Hermione had skimmed over hours earlier.
"It just said that the first documentation can not be found because it was either hidden or destroyed." She paused reading on, "The person who compiled the information was…Jonathan SKEETER?" Hermione's eyes bulged out of her head. How had she missed this before?
"You don't think it's a coincidence then?" Harry asked her, already knowing the answer.
"Do you really think that it is possible for it to be?" The girl looked excited. Finally something could happen! "Pureblood families rarely share the same name." She reasoned.
Harry nodded.
"I'll go and search for a family history of the Skeeters!" Hermione exclaimed with glee. Clambering up from the seat she hurried away, her new found smile not leaving her face.
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"Think you can just not come home for days Granger?" Draco approached the bookcase she was standing in front of. He was stalking like a tiger hunting it prey.
Hermione did not turn to look at him. She needed to find the family history. There were answers there. She could feel it in her bones!
"Think I wouldn't notice?" He continued dangerously.
She continued to search.
"Oh, I noticed alright. I am loonier than Lovegood right now!" He exclaimed. Hermione was almost in his reach.
Granger finally turned, with a tap of her foot she impatiently waited for him to continue. This was a waste of her time.
"I am not your footnote girly." He hissed peering down at the Gryffindor mere inches away. "You are mine!" He took hold of her waist causing her to yelp quietly.
"Draco." Hermione tried to move out of his arms. "I just found something, can't this wait a minute?"
"I have been waiting three days for you Granger. I haven't been this close to you in three whole days." He replied quietly. "I wanted Potter to come here and bring you back to me. Not start a study session!"
"Malfoy," Hermione was annoyed. "I haven't seen Harry much since we got to school. It is only fair that I spend time with him."
Draco's face grew dangerous and the girl realised her mistake.
"What about your fiancé Granger?" He bent down eyes level with hers. She didn't look scared, only apprehensive.
"I'm sorry okay!" She spat at him. "I'm not used to having someone waiting. Harry and Ron never noticed if I wasn't there before, or they didn't care!" Hermione was beginning to forget about her goal. His eyes were so stormy.
"You think I'm used to this? Why do you think I'm such a mess?" Draco backed her up against the book case. She was pinned there.
Hermione sighed. "I'm sorry Malfoy. I didn't realise." She looked up at him sadly.
Draco looked down into her big eyes and he knew he had been defeated. Bending down he captured her lips in a kiss, this is what he had been craving.
The kiss was short but held all of the feelings that neither could express verbally. When they broke apart, a silent agreement had been made.
Hermione blushed but made sure to keep eye contact, "How about you come and help me with this and then we can go to bed?" She asked, hoping he would agree.
Draco paused in thought. He knew this was important to her and if she was willing to come home then who was he to complain?
"On one condition Granger," His voice lowered. "Don't ever make me look like a woman ever again!"
Lifting her chin with his hand he kissed her once more. It was hard and demanding and held so much passion Hermione thought she would explode. His left hand came up to the side of her face, cradling her, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her soft skin. Hermione moaned into the kiss moving her legs slightly. He could sense that she wanted more, he wanted more. The hand on her face slithered down towards her bum. His hands squeezed before hoisting her upwards, pressing her against the bookcase with his groin.
Hermione had never experienced something so erotic. Yet it was still just a kiss. Right now she loved how bad Malfoy could be. Afterwards she might question why she went along with it, but for now. He felt great!
Draco groaned, he had never been this excited by a kiss before, Granger tasted so good. Grinding his hips against her core they both whimpered, he was so close yet so far from his goal. Breaking away from her mouth he let his mouth wander downwards, leaving a hot trail of saliva down her neck. He nipped at the flesh just above her collar bone, she tasted salty. Feeling her legs wrap around him, Draco smirked into her blouse, Naughty Gryffindor. Rubbing his hands over the flesh of her thighs he pushed her skirt higher revealing more skin.
They continued their dance of grinding and kissing and feeling for several moments.
Their dream was shattered as quickly as it began by the sound of a throat clearing.
"Um. Uh. Hermione, I just wanted to let you know that I found the Skeeter family history." Harry stood at the end of the book case, face alight with crimson. He had not expected to find that.
Harry's words pulled Hermione out of her stupor, fighting with Draco she finally managed to scramble down to the ground. Swiftly walking over to Harry she took the book out of his grasp, nodding at her friend.
"Malfoy, are you coming?" She asked behind her.
There was silence.
The two Gryffindor's turned to see the Slytherin with his forearms and forehead against the bookcase. He looked pained.
"In a minute Granger." He managed.
Hermione only nodded, leading Harry away.
"Fucking tease," Draco sighed, readjusting himself in his pants, he slowly followed.
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With a loud resounding thud, Hermione shut the Skeeter family history firmly.
With the help of Harry and Draco they had managed to get some solid work done in the past hour.
Hermione now knew that Rita Skeeters great grandfather was the first note taker of the Sectarian board and continued on to compile all of the data he had gained into a book. Soon after the book was published the secret group were suspected for the disappearances of many pureblood families. Hermione was willing to bet that these families were the kind of purebloods that the Sectarians were known for loathing, those that accepted muggleborns.
The Gryffindor noted that the information on the group was published a week before the article had been written, the one that she kept in her book bag. A week after that, Jonathon Skeeter 'passed in his sleep'.
There was something fishy going on and Hermione was sure she knew what!
Bidding Harry farewell the girl finally walked back to her quarters with the boy she had not realised she missed until he had kissed her. Sighing inwardly she knew that she could not keep up the way she had been going. It was annoying though, they were so close to the truth it was almost maddening, but Hermione knew that it would all come out soon enough.
For the time being though she was going to have a shower and crawl into bed with her fiancé. The Gryffindor knew that she would probably be molested in the process, but she didn't mind really.
If it was anything like their moment in the library, she would not mind at all.
"Granger," The Slytherin spoke reaching out and claiming her hand in his. "Tonight you are mine." Hermione smiled.
Tonight she was his.
A/N Not as long, but information packed! Oh noes I think we are going to have to see Rita Skeeter!
Thanks to mcee87 for proofing : ) : )
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