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Beta: Teriyaki Princes

A/N: I'm back from the dead! I'm so sorry I haven't updated for so long. 2017 has started really bad for me and it continually slaps me all the time. Anyway, here it is and I'd like to wish Happy New Year and happy Clean Monday for those that live in countries that, like mine, celebrate it. I know I'm late for wishes but well I'm a nice person. Enjoy!

Warning: Sex...

Tales In The Mist

Chapter 10

Hermione sighed as the rain finally stopped. After she found Draco bleeding to death, she couldn't make herself return to sleep again. How hard was it? To talk about his problems. If he had then she wouldn't have gotten so scared.

But why was she scared? Why fear for his life?

Truth be told, he was her friend. She saw him as a close friend. They were being chased by old Death Eaters that were holding it out for them for years. What had they done to them? They couldn't bring Voldemort back if they killed them and if it was a personal thing then they would have tried to kill them immediately.

No. They were after something. Something only she and Draco could find.

She rubbed her eyes and tried to think of something else. Well, she could recite all her work on werewolf rights or try to find any new information about a small legend that had become her new interest.

"For Merlin's sake, woman. Can't you just relax?" Malfoy asked popping an eye open.

"How long have you been awake?" She replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Enough to hear the gears in your head spin and you mumble about energy balls." He winced as he tried to sit upright. Hermione was immediately by his side, pushing him down.

"Take it easy. You lost a lot of blood yesterday." She stopped him.

Malfoy turned his face away and just stood still. What was it with men and their inability to accept that they could show weakness?

"What were you thinking about?" He asked, breaking the silence.

Hermione stood up from the chair and went to sit on the bed, making sure to not bother him.

"I was trying to find something to entertain myself with. My work on werewolf rights couldn't keep my focus for long so I tried to see if I knew anything more about 'The source'.", she explained and noticed the way he tensed.

"Why are you researching it? You should have found out by now that it won't lead you anywhere and that you're wasting your time." He argued rubbing his forehead.

"I came across a book in Grimmauld place about it." She said. She had been trying to keep him from knowing about the book but the truth had slipped from her lips like it was a simple phrase such as 'Hello' or 'Goodbye'.

"That book wasn't there when I searched the library and the basement. No one had ever seen the tome before, and it's silly." She stopped with a sad laugh but was soon cut off as a gentle hand touched her shoulder and she felt his weight move on the mattress.

"We live in a world of magic where everything is possible." He started, steel grey eyes boring in her amber ones.

"Tell me, Granger.", he ordered softly and she could feel her walls breaking.

Everything she had hidden from Harry and Ron about the book, her research, The Source, everything spilled out from between her lips.

" I found the book on the floor. I had turned the basement of Grimmauld place into my own little sanctuary in the house. After my break up with Ron, I used to spend all of my day in there, next to the small fireplace, organizing books, furniture, old heirlooms and cleaning. It was my room. I felt so at home being surrounded by all kind of magic, old magic. One day after work, I returned to the house and everyone was missing so I climbed down and once I had closed the door behind me, the fireplace lit up on its own and there was a book on the carpet. A huge old book with weird vine designs on the cover and black metal on the corners. I thought one of the guys had found it in the rooms and had thrown it in here but they didn't mention anything. ", she stopped to breath watching him. "I read the book. Not all of it but most. It wrote about 'The Source'. A huge ball of energy were all magic begin. Few people seem to have found it and they all gave it a different name. For wizarding people it was called 'The Source' because this is were magic was born. Muggles have different names for it."

"The ancient Greek considered the Source to be the five rivers of the Underworld. Acheron, Cocytus, Phlegethon, Lethe and Styx. The Romans were influenced by the Greeks and then there are mentions in other muggle religions, more modern about it being salvation, power and the total fusion with the world." Malfoy continued finishing for her.

"I found the book too." He answered to the question she didn't dare voice.

"You were researching the Source, too. Before all of this happened." She concluded and he nodded.

"Yes, I made the grave mistake of trying to find out about an ancient form of power that was probably the reason why Atlantis was destroyed, why the library of Alexandria was burned to the ground, why so many men died during the crusades and during the search of the Holy Grail." Malfoy continued, running a hand through his hair.

Hermione was staring at him in surprise. Her mouth partly open, watching him closely.

"You know Byzantine history." She commented in awe.

"What does that have to do with our topic?" He asked baffled.

"You brought it up. Are you baptised?" She continued and Malfoy shook his head.

"Other than that ceremony wizards do for a baby's name then no."

"So you are not a Christian. Do you believe in paganism?" She continued and Malfoy let an exaggerated sigh.

"For fuck's sake, Granger!" He called out putting a hand around her mouth to stop any further religion oriented questions.

"What the fuck is up with the questions?" He asked pulling his hand away.

Hermione folded her hands staring at him. "Its important because depending on which way you believe things exist or the deity you believe in, you seek the Source accordingly. Page 996, on the last paragraph." She said, her eyes making a dangerous trip to his lips and then back to his eyes.

Silence reigned between them before he reached and moved a curl from her face.

"Why us?" He asked softly and Hermione shook her head.

"Fate has a cruel way of choosing her victims." She responded, trailing her fingers over the bandages covering his scarred forearm.

Later the same day, they worked in silence, as they read through the documents they had found in Katharine's house. None of them contained information about why they were after them, or what they would gain if they died.

"This is ridiculous. They even followed me on my business trips. Wouldn't be surprised if they followed me into the Loo." Malfoy said scathingly, throwing his folders away.

Hermione raised her eyes for thoughtnt to look at him from where she was seated before looking back at her papers, letting a small hum escape her to show that she had heard him.

"Are you ignoring me, Granger?" He asked, staring at her.

"Yep." She simply replied offering him a smile, before taking another folder to look over.

The sound of a chair falling was heard, before the folder was snatched from her hands and he was towering above her. What she would have found intimidating some years ago, now was oddly compelling.

"How important are those papers Granger?" He whispered, his voice heavy and husky and Hermione found herself shivering at the sound.

"Important enough." She replied, her own voice deepening and dropping to match his.

Stormy grey eyes met hers and the only thing she could do was just get lost in them and take what he was offering. How long had it been since she had loosened up completely and gotten in a relationship without ties?

"Too bad." He whispered, his hand leaving the arm of her armchair to trail up her thigh. "Because Malfoys are always the center of attention and it doesn't end well when we are ignored." He continued, his head dropping close to hers, their lips barely a breath away.

This was a dance. A test. And she wanted to dance with him.

"I heard Malfoys always get the best." She started, closing her eyes as she brought her cheek to his, her breath on his ear.

"I'm the brightest witch of our age." She said, enjoying the title now. It wasn't bragging or boasting. It was a statement. She was the best.

By the time the words had left her mouth, his lips were on her neck. Kissing, sucking, teeth scrapping and biting, leaving marks on her. His mark.

Tilting her head to give him further access, she brought her hands up his chest, her fingers working on his buttons. One by one, they were undone, showing his body to her.

She hated the distance they had and her clothes but she knew their time would come. Racking her nails down his chest to his belly button was all it took for him to get impatient.

His hands reached under her thighs and cupping her ass, he picked her up.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, and before she knew it, her shirt was off, leaving her only in her bra.

Amber eyes locked with grey and a moment passed before their lips collided, teeth biting, tongues prodding and licking in a battle of dominance. Her back hit the bed and the gasp from the reaction to the cold sheets was his chance.

There wasn't a place left undiscovered in her mouth. He had explored, teased and played with her, all the while working to pull down her trousers.

After that, things got slow, sensual. With a tenderness not even Ron had shown her when they first slept together.

He was taking his time.

Kissing her lips passionately, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck all along to her breasts. He massaged her breasts, kissed, sucked, rolled her nipples just to hear her moan.

As much torture this was for Hermione, to be taking things slowly, it was a dream for Draco. He wanted to remember it. To learn her, to mark her. This had once been a wet dream, something created from his horny teenage mind. Now that this was real he didn't even care if the death eaters were outside of their tent.

Hermione reached and pulled down his pants. She was getting impatient and hotter with each moment. With each kiss, with each bite. Taking off his pants, she smirked once he kicked them off and pulled down his boxers too. The sight of him, hard and ready for her, made her even more impatient.

Pulling him up for a kiss, she reached and stroked his rigid member, earning a groan and an involuntary thrust on her arm.

"Impatient, aren't we?" He teased, biting her lip while pulling down her underwear.

Once she was free of the restrictive clothing, she wrapped her legs around him and used his lowered guard to roll him on his back. Reaching again, she took his member in her hand and pumped him while going down on him. Giving him one last look, she reached down and licked his tip, smirking at his sharp breath.

Giving him some more teasing licks, she bent and took his tip in her mouth sucking softly.

"Fuck." He hissed, fighting for every ounce of self control he possessed.

"Who's impatient now?" She sang to him before giving him a few more licks before sitting up.

Malfoy grabbed her waist and rolled her off him and climbed over, lining up yo her entrance. One hand was holding hers pinned above her and the other was travelling up her inner thigh and parting her wet folds. His thumb was rubbing slow circles on her clit, until he slipped a finger in her, moving it slowly.

Hermione moaned breathlessly, never breaking their eye contact.

"Ask, Hermione." He whispered, his lips barely caressing hers.

"Please." She pleaded softly, another moan escaping her as he slipped in another finger.

"Please?" He demanded.

"Please Draco." She moaned his name and that was all that was needed to break his resolve.

Pulling out his fingers, he slowly slipped in, hissing at her tightness.

For Hermione this flared things. This was like remembering a childhood dream, finding her mothers earrings after she lost them...

Finding him.

They slowly built a pace together. From the soft caresses and thrusts of delicate hands, to a frantic pace, she murmuring his name, he whispering hers.

This wasn't like anything she had ever felt. It was like the way her heart beat. Like the ocean with the moon, pushing and pulling, opposites crashing, the endless battle of good and bad. She was supposed to be good. He was supposed to be bad. Both of them had a piece of each other in them.

She could be ruthless and cunning. She always won. He could be brave and chivalrous. Slytherins always stuck together.

She could see lights. Blues, green. She could see red. Blood red. A forest, cloaked figures. A ball of light greater than ever. She touched it. Power. Raw power coursed through her veins as she scratched at his back, drawing blood.

Her name was repeatedly called. It was whispered, screamed, it took a pleading tone. He was looking at her. The grey of his eyes clashed brilliantly with the blue from the ball.

'Hermione... Please'. He was pleading but without words. He was laying on the ground. Her insides burned. She glowed. Panic. Anxiety.

She reached out to him, lacing her fingers with his.

'No... No please... Don't leave me..', Her voice. A plead, she didn't realise until she saw him bathed in blood. Bathed in his blood. He was holding a locket. A shell shaped locket which was open.

"No, no, please." She whispered squeezing his hand. A tear rolled off her eyes and everything exploded. Everything went white as a scream tore out her throat and her orgasm washed over her.

The sheer intensity of it made her mind hazy and was only brought back when he collapsed on top of her, panting. Panic coursed through her as she looked at him but she couldn't see the blood, nor the locket. His hand was bloody because of his wounds opening but there wasn't blood.

Looking down at him, she felt sweet lethargy washing over her as she played with his hair.

His eyes stared deep in hers and with whatever energy was left in her, she reached down and kissed him.