"My Lord, my son tells me that the target hasn't suspected a thing. Everything is as it should be." The man in the Death Eater mask bowed to the cloaked figure before him, eyeing the giant snake that rested at his feet.
Voldemort fingered his wand as he appraised the man before him. "sniveling fool. Of course it is. Your son is far more reliable and accomplished than you could ever hope to be." The Dark Lord stood and began circling the man before him as Nalini raised his head to watch his master with morbid curiosity. "The sooner we discover what Potter and his band of misfits are planning, the sooner he can be fed false information by our source. And that," Voldemort paused, patting his pet on the head. "Is when we shall strike. Capturing him and destroying every last strand of hope he ever held dear."
A twisted, bone chilling laugh erupted from the crazed wizard as he held up his wand. With a terrifying calm, he pointed it at the man kneeling at his feet. He leaned forward so the man could hear him whisper, "I dislike disloyalty among my own. You would have done well to remember that." Before the man could speak the Dark Lord whispered two more words into the ear of the man and stepped back to see the last of the green wisps disappearing from around the fallen man's body.
He waved Nagini over as a crazed laugh burst into the room, "My Lord!"
Voldemort produced a twisted form of what he thought was a smile at his most loyal servant. "Bellatrix." Her name rolled from his lips as if from one lover to another. He held out his hand as she grasped it, kissing it as she fell to her knees before him. "Tell me, Bella, how has your nephew fared from his, training? Is he ready and willing for his first mission?"
Bellatrix raised her eyes to her master, a pout threatening her looks. "He escaped us, my Lord. Back to the school. Rudolphous was trying to teach him a lesson in obedience when Cissy came and made us stop so he could rest. He got out of his room later, we traced him back to the school."
Voldemort patted her hand, "it's alright child. Narcissa was only protecting her son. She holds too much attachment to the boy, as any mother would, but she's a faithful servant." Bellatrix scowled, unhappy that her sister was the cause of her disobedience to her Lord and Master. "Send a message to Snape. Tell him we must meet, and that he shall bring Draco with him. It is time for the boys test of loyalty."
A wicked smile broke over the woman's face. "Yes my Lord." She hurried away, giggling and and skipping as only Bellatrix Lastrange could do.
It was a little more than a month since Draco had received the mark and found himself in the arms of one Hermione Granger. He hadn't seen much of her since that night except for in class or behind stacks of books in the library. Although he didn't really put much thought into it, as he hadn't even really been social with his own group of friends. He and Snape had been summoned a few weeks back and he had been given his first task. He'd been out sorts ever since. He'd only glimpsed him mother once while at the meeting and she had looked sickly and pale. Draco feared for her life while Voldemort remained a permanent resident in his home.
Not only that, but he was sure Potter was following him lately, he just couldn't prove it. Every time he thought he'd caught the little git no one was there. Draco tried everything, taking different routes, avoiding certain areas of the castle, but no matter what, he always had a feeling that he was being followed. He couldn't shake it.
It wasn't until just the other day that Draco had finally located what Voldemort wanted. The Room of Requirement. It held a cabinet that the Dark Lord wanted fixed and usable for his plan to unfold. He'd let the Dark Lord know and Snape had informed him of another task already set for him. Apparently Draco's suspicion that Potter was looking for something was true, and it was now his task to feed Potter false information on where something called a horcrux was. Now it was only a matter of planting it so that Harry Potter would think it true. It wouldn't be too hard it course, Draco had managed to plant that piece of parchment for Granger to find back in second year to warn the trio. But then the dumb bitch got herself petrified.
He'd be lying to himself if he said these tasks weren't affecting him negatively. He hardly ate anymore, let alone talked with his group of friends. Sleep was hard to come by as he was either up trying to fix the cabinet, researching, or just had too much on his mind.
Blaise had tried up talk to him, ask him how it had gone over Christmas. But Draco remained quiet, telling him it hadn't been as bad as they'd thought. Blaise, being who he was didn't want to get in the middle and let it go at that. Theo on the other hand seemed to always be watching him in silence, or making comments about the Dark Lord only to watch Draco's reactions. Draco just shrugged them off as morbid curiosity on Nott's part.
Pansy. Pansy was the difficult one. She seemed more moody than usual, and she'd spend numerous nights fighting and arguing with Draco at the state of his person. The problem, Draco concluded, was that she knew him much too well. She'd now taken it upon herself to keep an eye on him, which he found insanely annoying. And tonight was one such night.
"I want to know what it is you're keeping from everyone!" Pansy's voice was almost a shriek. She'd managed to corner Draco in a corridor while he was sneaking around although he insisted he was just completing his rounds. He pulled her into the nearest empty room which happened to be a broom closet.
"Keep your voice down, you bint." Draco scowled at her as he illuminated his wand.
Pansy glared, shoving him in the shoulder, "don't you throw insults at me, Draco Malfoy." He matched he glare, steadying himself from her push. "what the fuck is going on with you Drake! You don't eat, you don't sleep, you're lying to your friends.." She folded her arms, waiting for him to explain himself.
Draco just rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about Pansy. So what if I haven't eaten as much lately. I'm not hungry. And yeah I have some trouble sleeping, so what. I've got a lot of work for classes. I've been failing in a few of them. My father will have my bloody head if he knew I was failing." Draco's voice had slipped to a low growl, spitting out words as he spoke.
"That's such utter bullshit, Draco, and you know it! I know you better then anyone! You're not failing classes, as far as I can tell. You're still bloody neck and neck with Granger as far as marks go." She stepped closer to him, her eyes searching his. "Is this about.. him? Did he do something to your mother…?"
Draco turned his head away from her, "just leave it be, Pansy. It's better for you if you don't know anything."
Despite her bitchy exterior and hardened attitude, Pansy had a soft spot for her best friend and she hated seeing him so distraught and sickly. She placed a hand on his arm. "no one has to know. You know I can keep quiet. Talk to me, Draco."
He was quiet for a moment, as though he were contemplating something, then he hardened and scowled down at his friend. "I said drop it, Parkinson. And stop following me around, whining and sniffling like a little slag." Draco pushed her away roughly, leaving her staring at him in slight shock. He knew she had tears forming but he ignored them and quickly left the closet.
It was in his haste to get away from his damaged best friend that he hadn't been paying attention where he was really going as he turned a corner in a dim hallway. "ugh!" a muffled voice cried out against his chest as he ran straight into someone. Reacting to the situation, his hands shot out and grabbed the other person's arms to steady them and him. He glanced down and was met with a massive bush of honey hair. She was squirming against him and he could hear her muffled protests causing him to push her away from him enough to look at her face. "watch where you're going, you big oaf!" she slapped him lightly in the arms with her fists then glanced up, reddening at his stare. "You have got to watch where you're walking." She moved from his grasp and crossed her arms, slightly pushing up her breasts. She wasn't wearing her robes and her school uniform fit her a little too well.
Draco pulled his eyes away from her chest to her eyes, sliding a scowl into place. "me? I'm the one with the reason to be wandering halls, what's your excuse?"
Hermione huffed, "oh please you and I both know you abuse that power. I should have been made head girl, you need someone to bring your abuse of power to light."
"Oh is that so, Granger. I'm so terrible and vile and frightening, am I?" Draco felt the anger he'd felt only moments before running into her. He was tired of being seen as this terrible person. He did what he had to. He did it for his mother. "And what is it, you think I've done now."
Hermione stepped back, the anger in his voice was evident. She hesitated momentarily, she really didn't want to fight with him. She'd avoided him like expulsion since their last encounter, completely mortified by her actions and reactions. "You're always up to something Malfoy. The way you skulk about at night. I've seen you on the upper levels more times then I can count recently, which, if I recall your common room is in the opposite direction. Not that I'm judging, because I'm sure who ever it is you're shagging this end of the castle is completely worth using your badge like that to do what you want."
"You've really done your research, Granger. Knowing my whereabouts, what I'm doing, who I'm doing." This time a smirk graced his lips, "jealous are we? Hmm? Want me for yourself, Granger? Have to know everything about me; do you think about me, do you fantasize about me…" He leaned closer, appreciating the deep blush that was staining her pale cheeks. "do I fulfill your every dirty little desire?"
Hermione's heart was racing, she'd be lying if she said he hadn't crossed her mind in that way since that stupid night. She hated admitting that, but it was true. Something had shifted inside her and she now wondered at his abilities in that aspect. She was a hormonal teenage girl after all. And he wasn't that terrible to look at, if you liked that sharp, angular, solid, firm, muscular…. Merlin's beard.
"Granger?" Draco was eyeing her suspiciously, she was blushing furiously and refused to look him in the eye. "Oh my god," Draco scoffed in disbelief. "fuck, Granger I was joking but… fuck, you have!"
"Fuck off, Malfoy." Hermione bit out. Backing away from him further, but Draco wasn't about to let this go. Hell maybe this was the way to get that information back to Potter. He'd let it slip while having his fun with the little Gryffindor, and she'd run and tell Potty and Weasel.
With his mind made up, Draco pushed closer backing her to the wall, "tell me, Granger. What is it that I do in these fantasies of yours.." He was pushing his luck, that much he knew. She could come to her senses at any moment and slap him. But something about the thrill of riling her up, just made him not care.
"I said, fuck off, Malfoy." Hermione's voice came out more raspy than she planned. She felt tapped, against the wall and she wanted to run in the opposite direction, as far from him as she could get. But on the other hand, his face was now mere inches from her own, and his hands were pressed against her shoulders, pinning her to the wall while his hips were dangerously and deliciously close to her own.
Never one to back down, Draco didn't concede to her demand, but instead dipped his head closer to her neck, smirking as he heard a small gasp escape her lips. "I don't think you mean that Granger. I think there's a little part of you, deep inside, that's curious about me. You want me to do unspeakable things," taking a chance, he brushed his tongue beneath her ear at her pulse point and he felt her go a little weak but she didn't make a sound. "Just give in to me, Granger. No one has to know your dirty little secret."
Hermione was fighting sanity in her head as she let Malfoy assault her senses. This was so wrong, so so wrong… But she couldn't make herself push him away. The attention was nice, she wouldn't lie. And right now she didn't care that he was probably using her or just taking advantage of her embarrassment. "You only wish you were my dirty secret, Malfoy. Why don't you admit that you're the one that's been thinking about me." She didn't know exactly what she was doing, it just felt right to turn the accusations back to him. Maybe if she made him mad, he'd come to his senses first and stop what he was doing.
"Oh you have no idea what I think about Granger… all the dirty, nasty things you do to me in my fantasies while I-" that, brought her back to reality. A red hand print was plastered on his cheek glaring right at her. She gasped as she realized what she'd just done, a hand flying to her mouth. She recoiled in fright as she watched him work his jaw, his eyes filled with something she'd never seen before. He was clearly very furious. Hermione lowered her hand to begin a stammered apology when she was quickly assaulted with a soft set of lips working against her own.
Draco was telling himself he'd done it to further his plan to get her the information, but the second his lips crashed into hers he was lost. His hands wound themselves into her hair, pulling her closer as his mouth ravished hers. He felt her hands slip up around his neck as she pulled her body flush with his, a soft whimper escaping her.
Hermione had never in her life felt such a need or desperation to kiss another human being. She felt as though she needed more of him in any way possible. As she pushed her small frame against his firm one, he pressed her against the wall, tilting her head at a better angle to access her mouth. Her hands dropped to his shoulders, down along his chest itching to feel every bit of him.
Just as he broke from her lips to trail hot kisses down her jawline, Hermione slid one leg upward against his. Unable to comprehend what the logical side of her brain was telling her she was going strictly on instinct and with his erection pressed very firmly against her lower stomach, instinct told her she needed more.
Draco moaned against the milky soft skin of her throat at the movement her leg made. Grabbing her thigh he brought her leg securely around him, then slid his hand slowly upwards. The tips of his fingers met the edge of her knickers; he deftly slipped a finger beneath the band and torturously moved them toward her core.
"Malfoy…" Hermione whispered, her eyes screwed shut, trying to form a coherent sentence. "We - we can't."
Draco bit her shoulder in response, gripping her hip as he did so, "can't or won't?"
Hermione bit her lip, "we can't… not here." She added hesitantly. Draco pulled back to look at her, she was still chewing on her lip, her hair was a mess and she had the most satisfying shade of pink tinting her cheeks. Rationally there was no good way at this point to slip her the information. That would take longer than a quick affair in an abandoned alcove. He'd have to play this out, draw her in… she was the kind, he figured, that would be drawn to the broken type. That much was clear from their last encounter. His life and his family's was counting on this information getting back to Potter. And he could think of no better way at the moment.
Draco smirked, "I knew you wanted me." He untangle himself from her, cupping her neck with his palm, pulling her close. She was staring at him with wide wild eyes. "Next time don't accuse me of things you know nothing about." His voice was low now, almost threatening. But then he brushed her lips with his thumb, "come find me when you're ready." He winked at her then let the darkness of the hall swallow him.
Hermione stood there with bated breath and racing heart for several moments. Her legs were shaking, and she was very turned on and very confused. That had been the most intense and animalistic snogging she'd ever taken part in. She lifted a trembling hand to lips, realization hitting her. She'd just snogged Draco sodding Malfoy. And she wanted more.
