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Draco's eyes turned black.
"He's here." He sort of asked, sort of questioned. "And you want me to allow you to go with me to talk to him?"
"I don't need you to allow anything. I am the one who saved us. You were balls deep in some bimbo. Or, she was- you were under her whatever. I was screaming your name in my head begging you to save me and I remembered that I can save myself. I incapacitated him. I am the one who saved Daphne. I had Topsy bring him here. So I will question him. Perhaps, I will allow you to come along this time." She shrugged as she walked past him.
Draco walked behind her until she neared the door and he quickly pushed her against the wall.
"Hermione I am sorry." He turned her to face him as he spoke. "I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I couldn't stand it if you were mad at me." He sunk down to his knees and turned his face to the side. Pressing his cheek to her stomach, Draco wrapped his arms around her waist. "Don't leave me. Don't leave me. Don't leave me."
"I'm a bit shocked that you thought I was leaving you and Veela didn't try to murder me."
"He's too sad that he let you get hurt. He believes that he has failed you as your veela. He understands why you want to leave. He is wallowing in self pity. I must beg you enough for the two of us."
"Draco," Hermione began as she lifted his head up to look at her, "I'm not hurt. I'm not going anywhere, nor do I blame you for what happened. Though, this is related to you and us being together probably -most likely. Listen, I'm not leaving you." She sighed impatiently, "I was just- trying to make a dramatic exit."
Draco stood and wrapped his arms around her sniffing her hair. "I love you." He said, "I'm so glad you're alright. I don't deserve you."
Hermione hugged him back with a watery smile gracing her face. Draco licked the side of her neck and turned her back around to face the wall. He took off the light ballet wrap sweater she had on and kissed her back. "Draco-" Hermione began in a tone of warning.
"I need to make sure you're ok. You absolutely cannot leave this room until then. I swear I'll kill the first person who talks to you if you don't. Not on purpose. I just need to see you and taste you a bit. It's not what you think."
He peeled her out of her skirt. Draco began kissing and licking Hermione's neck and back. He growled low in his chest before pressing her more forcefully into the wall. Hermione moaned at his rough exploration of her body. Draco slowly made his way up and down her entire body before returning to her neck. He dragged his fangs across her mark lightly and she cried out. Ever so slowly, he bit into her shoulder. Hermione could feel his venom pumping into her; feel herself becoming lightheaded with the new rush of adrenaline. She could feel her muscles flare to life with heat and felt that familiar coil wind tight in her. Draco pulled his fangs out and spent her around picking her legs off the ground. She quickly wrapped her legs around him and began moving up and down against him. She realized at she went that he was becoming aroused where previously he had actually been making sure she was ok in his own weird little way. He bit into her neck again and drank from her in long pulls and Hermione tumbled over the edge into oblivion.
Draco whispered, "I love you" into her shoulder softly. If Hermione heard it, she didn't acknowledge it and Draco being Draco, was not about to repeat it.
Slowly, Draco let go of Hermione and let her feet find the ground. She wobbled unsteadily for a moment her knees still a bit weak both from the amount of blood Draco had taken and her orgasm.
"Can you walk?" Draco asked sweetly bending down a bit to make eye contact with her. Hermione looked up at him in indignation and snatched her hand from his.
"I'm fine, Drake."
"You taste a fair bit more than fine."
"Yes, well-… I'm going to interrogate this shop keeper. Will you be joining me?"
Draco shook his head with a chuckle. "Yes, dear." Draco said as he held the door open for her.
Hermione confidently strode through the door and began walking up the hallway before Draco cleared his throat.
"It's this way, love."
Hermione turned and walked past him sticking out her tongue.
"Very mature, Mine."
"So., I'm thinking of strategies. I think the best way to approach this is with a simple good cop, bad cop."
"You mean light Auror, dark Auror."
Hermione let out a frustrated sigh. "Yes, yes. You know what I mean. Our primary objectives should be finding out who hired him and what he knows."
"I think we also need to determine who knows he's here, how many there are and where their located. We need to find out how much they know about us."
"Maybe not how many they are."
"He could be a part of the Cell. We could have a mole."
"If we had a mole surely their first attack would not be wasted trying to execute the queen especially if they know where we are."
"Unless this was payment for more information."
"I think who hired them and how much they know are primary, everything else is secondary."
"Yes, dear." Draco led Hermione down some more
The two arrived outside the room and stopped facing each other.
"You be good cop. Under no circumstances are you to kill him." Hermione said to Draco with a straight face.
"Unless he touches you."
Hermione gave Draco a stern face.
"Right. Or speaks to you disrespectfully."
"Draco!"
"I'll do my best." Draco grumbled. Hermione kissed his nose.
"Hopefully your best is good enough."
Hermione opened the door expecting to walk right into the interrogation room. Instead, she walked into a strange holding cell where she could view the person who had assailed and attempted to murder her. She could not see Hermione. It turned out it was a woman. She was slight of frame. Her face was round and almost cherub like as she stared a hole almost into the exact spot Hermione was in as if she could see her. Her round blue eyes stared up, smugness ringing through them. Her hair was black and straight coming to fall just atop her breasts. Her hands were bound in front of her and her feet were bound as well. The girl seemed very young except for her eyes. Those eyes had seen more than their fair share. Draco's growl stole Hermione out of her studying reverie.
The girl looked in the direction of Draco and blew a kiss. Hermione was certain that she could see them through the wall.
Hermione put one hand on Draco's shoulder to stop the growling and proceeded to walk to the door. She had to admit to herself how scared she was. This was the woman who had tried to kill her. Multiple times. Hermione took a deep breath in and blew out telling herself that it was now or never.
Hermione walked into the white room and sat down across from the girl at the silver table. Both Draco and Hermione could feel the girl's presence. Tension permeated the air as the two exchanged looks. Hermione spoke first.
"Hello. I'm Hermione, this is my husband, Draco. I'm sure you've heard of us. Pleasure to meet you."
"Hi." The girl said with a very convincing smile. "I'm Alaina. I tried to kill you. Good. Now we all know each other let's get on with it. Good cop, bad cop and all that. Let me guess. Hermione is going to beg me to tell you who hired me or Draco will beat me to a bloody pulp?" She asked laughing.
Her laugh was cut short by Hermione's deft right hook. "Wrong. Here is what is going to happen. I'm going to as you say "beat you to a bloody pulp" and Draco is going to stop me when I begin hitting vital organs. His job is to keep you alive because I am very fucking angry that you had the audacity to threaten my life and almost kill my friend instead. When I get tired or you're about to die, Draco is going to stop, patch you up, I'm going to take a pepper up potion and I'm going to continue wailing on you until I get good and bloody fucking tired of kicking the shit out of you. That pattern will continue until I get bored of it and we'll sleep, come back and do it again, and again and again. When I'm absolutely done, I'm going to murder you. Of course any information you choose to share along the way will contribute to the swiftness and possible exclusion of your death. But we won't count on that. What we will count on is how I'm going to slowly cut into your body, skipping all the vital organs just enough to watch you bleed out. Slowly. Or possibly flay you alive, I haven't worked through the details of your death yet. Ha! Then I'm going to make sure your body turns up somewhere nice and public. Each piece in a different central place where everyone can see what happens when someone fucks with me. Brilliant. Shall we get started?" Hermione finished with a smile that made both Draco and Alaina shudder. Draco for a much different reason then Alaina.
Hermione casually stood and walked around the table. She cracked each of her knuckles individually and then her neck. "My uncle was a boxer, won a couple of titles. If you need someone to swear at, his name was George."
Draco stood the girl up. Hermione hit her with a combo right jab, left jab, right hook to the rib cage. It was so quick if you blinked you would have missed it. Alaina wobbled on her feet and staggered back a step.
"Draco take the cuffs off of her. This hardly feels like a fair fight with her all jacked up like this."
"Hermione-I don't think that's a good idea."
"Draco, cuffs off." Hermione said beginning a light boxer's shuffle as she threw a few practice punches into the air.
Draco briefly wondered what she was playing at. If she wanted those cuffs off she could easily wave her pretty little hands and vanish them. Grudgingly, Draco made a show of pulling out his wand and walking over to the girl before pointing it at her cuffs and whispering evanesco.
The girl smiled brightly and shook out her wrists, massaging the place where the cuffs were.
"I'll have you know that I am well versed in the art of muggle street fighting."
"Bring it, bitch."
Alaina didn't wait any longer to attack. She flew at Hermione and through a series of punches which Hermione easily blocked. Hermione through a few punches of her own also blocked. The two danced about the room as Draco looked on warily, understanding that this was something she needed to do for herself. As Draco began to grow tired of watching them block each other's punches, Hermione landed a kick combo the last of which carried a sickening crunch pushing Alaina back into the wall.
Alaina briefly grabbed her ribs before she recovered and charged at Hermione. Alaina decided to really concentrate, throwing a series of punches and kicks one of which collided with Hermione's chest. Draco instantly moved toward Hermione but restrained himself at her warning look.
Hermione sucked in a breath before resetting her posture. Alaina charged again and Hermione used her momentum and body weight to throw her headlong into the wall. Withougt hesitation Hermione slammed Alaina's head repeatedly into the same wall and as she heard a crack her body was floating, tucked swiftly under Draco's arm.
"You won, love. And you look damn sexy doing it." Alaina groaned in response. Draco true to his word, healed Alaina. She did not forget how she wasn't even attempting to fool anyone with her feigned hurt, or anything. She had her butt kicked. Alaina tried to play through the last twenty minutes and nodded silently at herself in disgust.
"No one has ever bested me. I'll tell you something. You have a mole. He is inside the castle. He is closer than you think." She took up a fighting stance and Hermione shrugged before facing her. Would she have something to tell every time I won? Hermione briefly wondered.
"No." Draco growled. The two of you have had enough fun for tonight. He took Hermione's hand, looked her over before healing some surface scratches on her face. "You're done for the night. There will be no more of this."
"You're going to regret leaving so soon. You should wait an additional five minutes."
Draco all but dragged Hermione back into the dining area where many were watching and observing their silent interaction as if they knew something that they should not. A few people looked more than surprised just to see them alive. "Do you think they know?"
"If they do, the mole has to be the one to tell them. They're probably expecting you to be dead."
Hermione scanned the room to assess the expressions on people's faces. They ranged from extremely sad to confused, a few people looked absolutely dejected until their eyes met at which point the other party would quickly school their expressions into one of neutrality.
Just like that, Pansy, Astoria, Theo and Alexander had been added to her list. Hermione put a figurative pin in this information, deciding to come back to it later.
A/N: I know it's been a month since my last update but I was really having trouble writing this chapter. I didn't want it to be filler. I know it's a lot shorter than what you're used to but hopefully we can all manage. You'll get another update sooner than this one. Thanks again for all of your continued support!