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The cold of the deep had soaked into Ashley's bones. She couldn't sleep, but that edge was getting closer every second her eyes drooped.
Her legs hurt, her chest was shaking and her voice was hoarse from screaming.
This was only her second week with her new schedule. Her potion lessons were going extremely well and Professor Osbourne would notice if she was missing, wouldn't he? Especially since tonight was one with the extra lessons.
But would he remember? He hadn't forgotten, had he? There wasn't really anything she could do to get herself out.
Ashley stood and looked up. It was night now and the small point of light she had seen earlier had disappeared.
Ashley raised her wand and sent out multicolor sparks. They went up around twenty feet before falling back down near her.
But it had the desired effect. There were dried sticks and leafs that had blown in at sometime. She bundled them into a small pile, and poked it with her wand.
A small fire began.
Ashley smiled.
Malfoy Manor...
Draco
When blood had finally began to flow back into his veins, and the fear had recited, Draco apparated back to the manor.
He had gone through the entire manor, trying to find Hermione. But when nothing came up, he panicked again.
Draco couldn't loose her. He'd finally shown himself as caring for her, began to show his true colors.
But he couldn't FIND her. Like she had disappeared without a trace.
It had to be his father. But could it have been?
After the fall of the Dark Lord, Lucius Jodocus Malfoy was tried for treason, attempted murder, assault with a deadly spell, 23 counts of assault with an Unforgivable Curse, the murders of six top ranking ministry members, 56 children, and over 200 muggles, and a final count of having a rape in the fifth degree. His final sentence was death by Azkaban. The dementors were put on strict orders to leave him be and not preform the Kiss. Draco was just happy his mother had died during the final fight, and didn't have to see what had happened to his father.
Draco went down into the entrance hall. There was a couch-like bench sitting there.
He sat and just about burst into tears when the front door opened.
He looked up.
Standing there with Verney and Orenda, holding three grocery bags, was Hermione.
" Draco," Hermione said, with concern in her bright brown eyes. Even with her arms full, and a ratty old pair of jeans on with a dark blue sweater, Draco thought she was beautiful.
His fear melted away, and he followed them to Hermione's kitchen. Verney talked all about going into the muggle store with a Illusion charm on both of them. Then about how the adults had commented on how good Hermione's 'children' were, and how Hermione was going to make dinner without any Magic at all.
Everyone was excited.
Hermione was making spaghetti, with a spicy tomato sauce. She got the water with salt to a rolling boil, and threw the dry spaghetti in. The whole time, Draco sat at the table and watched her. She was more graceful than she had been in Hogwarts and her hair had straightened. He couldn't get over it. Why she had choose Weasly was a mystery to him? She had even had Potter wrapped around her little finger. So why?
Maybe she really had loved him? Maybe it really had broken her heart to see that little boy?
After the food was finished, Hermione plated everyone's food. Then sat down to eat.
The conversation was sparse. More of Verney talking. Nothing that caught Draco's mind and held it. But what mostly held Draco's mind was the intense burning in his mouth and throat. Draco grabbed a roll and stuffed it in his mouth. The conversation didn't falter.
Hermione looked the same, but still oh'd and ah'd in all the right places.
Eventually dinner was over, much to Draco's delight.
Verney and Orenda apparated downstairs, probably to wait for Draco.
Hermione filled the sink with water to clean the dishes.
" Why," said Draco, looking at her while she cleaned them. " do you do that? It would be easier if you used magic."
" I like using my hands." Hermione said, not looking at him.
Which was a good thing. A very big good thing.
" but that's not the only thing." Hermione said, using more soap. " Ron always made me use magic. He didn't like me using my hands for anything. But I love it. It gives them something to do other than fidget."
" I know how that is." Draco said, looking at the table.
" what do you mean?" Hermione asked, turning from the sink and flipping her hand towel over her shoulder.
Draco glanced up at her face. She looked confused and concerned, but not afraid of what his answer to her might be.
" the fidgeting." He said, turning to the wall. " my mother used to say that all people fidget. That we couldn't help it. But my father thought that Malfoys were above such trivial things, as fidgeting. Purer blood, no room for such things. But I could never stand still, my body doesn't like staying still to long. When I was seven, my father held a ball. It was formal and quite boring. But halfway through it, my hands started to shake, and my body couldn't sit in the formal back chair that he always had set out. But I couldn't stand up because we were still only halfway through dinner. I ended up spilling my goblet on the woman next to me."
Hermione stood at attention in front of him. Something like pity and horror mingled there. In a shaky voice, she asked, " what happened next?"
" my father was horrified. He told the woman and her husband that he would buy her a new gown that would be delivered to their residence. He waited until everyone had left, and I was scared to death of what he was going to do to me. He took me to his study and told me in a stern voice that my fidgeting days were over. Then he beat me with a polished black wood staff embedded with crystals. I found out later that it had been a wedding present from his father to him, as it was supposed to be with me. After I had healed from that, he made me stand still for hours on end, under the Imperious curse. That quit my fidgeting."
Hermione gasped and stared down at him. He was so helpless now. His eyes were glazed with a deep hatred for his father.
" what happened next?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
" I went to Hogwarts." Draco smiled. " he didn't have to see his little bastard brat everyday. Just every summer."
" what?" she gasped. " but how?"
" how am I a bastard?" he smiled smugly at her. " I didn't find out until I after I was married to that tramp. Lucius raped my mother a year before I was born. When my grandfather found out, He gave Lucius the choice of either marrying his daughter, or facing the charges against him. He chose the first. Though I believe he hated my grandfather for it. And now I have more troubles on my back."
He put his face in his hands. There was too much going on.
" Everything will be fine." Hermione said as she put her arm around his shoulders. " things have a way of working themselves out."
Draco looked up at her. She was so close, comforting him, despite all the troubles he had put on her at Hogwarts. She was more beautiful than she had been at school. Her lips were lush, and begging for a kiss.
Without thinking, Draco put his hand over her cheek. She was cool to the touch, and so soft. He couldn't stop himself.
He kissed her.
Hogwarts....
Osbourne
He had known taking on a tutoring student was probably stupid. But in the two weeks, Ashley had done better in her potions than any student in the last three years. That was even with being upped to a higher level.
Still Osbourne was confused, and had a nagging suspicion.
Ashley had missed her last classes and she had not come to her tutoring session. He was confused because she was extremely punctual. She never missed a class, and she was never late.
His suspicion was that something had happened to her. Something unexpected.
Osbourne wasn't blind. He had seen the dark looks the girl, Irene, gave her. Something was wrong with that girl.
Osbourne supposed that Ashley was allowed to miss a class or two, if she was sick or something. But if she was sick then he thought that she would have at least sent him a letter telling him.
' oh well.' Osbourne thought. Starring at the grounds out of a window. 'maybe she just forgot. Though I doubt that.'
Osbourne left the window and returned to his rooms. He didn't sleep well.
Ashley.
The fire hadn't grown. But using strips of clothe from her robes, Ashley had managed to get the fire to stay burning. She was warmer now, though barely.
She coughed. Ashley knew what was going to happen. She was going to get sick, then if she wasn't found soon, she would freeze to death.
But again there wasn't anything she could do except wait and hope.
Arthur
Even though Arthur had hurt Ashley, the bond between them was still extremely strong. Most days he felt what emotions passed through her. He had never tried to understand what she saw, or what her premonitions meant. All he knew was that he had to protect her, if only for the reason that she was recklessly courageous.
At the moment he was extremely cold, and clammy. He felt horrible. Now he had to help her.
Arthur knew how his sister worked. She never missed a class, and she didn't not ask for help when she knew she needed it. So not seeing her at dinner or at her last class startled him.
He truly feared for his sister. He also knew she had made at least one enemy. So of course he would start with her. At breakfast.
Malfoy Manor.....
Hermione.
She was frozen. His lips pressed gently against hers. He didn't press her for a response, but her body had other ideas. Fire coursed through her being, her stomach lurched, and her face burned.
Then Hermione's mind gave in, and her body took over. She entwined her fingers in his hair, marveling in the softness of it. He moved his lips down to her neck, and sucked gently. She moaned deep in her throat. His hands roamed her. Her hands moved over him. His lips moved back to her mouth, captured it, and he moaned into her. She was burning up. It was too warm, but a good warm. It started deep within her and moved outward.
Some part of her knew what was going to happen. But she didn't want to stop, she was enveloped in passion. She needed him, and he needed her. Draco reached under her shirt, and pushed up her bra. His hands were rough, yet gently. The calluses on his hands raked over her nipples, and made her moan in pleasure. He pushed up her shirt, and pulled the other into his mouth, teasing it. She writhed.
Her hands moved to his pants, and began to unbutton them. She stopped messing with them, and simply pushed her hand under the waistband of his pants. She gripped him, and gently stroked. He jumped, and groaned into her breasts. Then suddenly her hand was out of his pants and she was in his arms. He claimed her mouth again, and carried her to her bedroom.
He sat her on the edge and looked her in the eyes.
" do you want this?" Draco asked, pausing in his own lust.
" I need this." Hermione replied, kissing him again. He did what Ron had never done. He set her on fire without even trying. He only had to look at her with those eyes to set her blood boiling. She didn't know how they had gotten here, but she doubted she actually would regret it.
Draco smiled at the girl he loved, and had never been able to have. Until now.
He pushed her back, and claimed her lips with renewed vigor. His hands pushed her pants down, while she pushed down his. His fingers pushed under her panties, and plunged into her. It had been months if not at least a year since Hermione had been with Ron. His fingers widened her, gave her pleasure and readied her for him. He pushed her panties past her feet, and the same with his underwear. He pulled off her shirt and bra. She took off his. They were naked, and he drank her with his eyes. Passion was evident there, a deep dark secret passion for this fiery smart woman.
" Contro la concezione" Draco breathed, looking down at her. She saw his manhood gleam for a second, then dim. " are you ready?"
" yes." she whispered, shaking with contained excitement.
He positioned himself, and pushed. She gasped, and he moaned. It was better than Draco had ever truly believed, and Hermione wanted more. He began to move, slowly at first. Controlling himself. Then she moaned the only thing he needed to hear.
" Faster."
He moved faster, until both of them were out of breathe and were clutching at each other. With a scream, Hermione came, and with a grunt so did Draco.
Draco pushed himself off of her, and hugged her to his chest. They fell asleep like that, and did not wake for a long while.
Hogwarts...
Arthur.
" What have you done with my sister?" Arthur asked the red headed girl that he knew hated his sister.
" and who's your sister?" she asked, with her arms crossed over her chest.
" Ashley Granger." Arthur said, starring at her.
" oh that little bitch." she smiled, " She should learn to be respectful of her superiors. I gave her what she deserved."
" and what would that be?" said a voice right behind the girl.
It was the potions master, Professor Osbourne.
" you will tell me what you have done with her," Osbourne said, glaring at her. " Or you will still tell me under the effects of Veritiserum."
" I put her down a well." Irene said, scared of this teacher.
" take me there." Osbourne said, glaring down at her. " you, Mr. Granger, need to get to class. I will call you when I have found her."
Ashley.
She was cold again. Her fire had died in the middle of the night. She was cold and hungry. Also she was imagining things. She could have sworn that she heard someone calling to her.
She looked up. In the dot of light above was partially blocked by something or someone.
" Ashley are you down there?" the voice said again.
She sat up and yelled, " help me."
Then blackness took her.
Malfoy Manor....
Draco.
Draco awoke to the sounds of tapping at the window. An owl was sitting there, looking disheveled, and annoyed.
Draco stood and walked to the window. Opened it, and let the owl give him the letter.
It was from Hogwarts.
'Again.' He thought. ' better wake her.'
Draco walked to the bed, and gently shook her awake.
She groaned, and said a muffled, five more minutes. He smiled.
" Love," he said, shaking her again. " you have a letter about one of your children again."
That woke her up. She grabbed the letter and tore it open.
Dear Mrs. Granger,
Your daughter, Ashley, had a little run in with another student.
This student pulled a very bad prank on her.
She is well, but resting peacefully in the hospital wing.
The other student in question has been expelled.
I hope all things are well.
Sincerely,
Professor Albus Dumbledore.
Hermione looked at Draco, and started. He was still naked, and staring at her.
" so what happens now?" He asked, looking at her.
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