Secret Plan
Rated M: Violence, language, Lemons
"You need to get laid," the dark haired girl said to her curly haired counterpart.
"Shut up Pansy. You think sex fixes everything," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"I'm not a single woman any more, but I can tell you that sex fixes a lot of things Hermione."
Hermione sighed and stared back up at the sky. She and Pansy were lounging in their bikinis on the top of her building trying to develop a little color. "I still don't understand why you two don't just cast a spell to get tan. It has to be safer than exposing yourself to the sun's harmful rays," Ginny said from beneath an umbrella near the other two girls.
"What do you think red? Does sex fix problems?"
"Depends on the problem. Sex isn't going to repair the world hunger crisis or the prejudice against former death eaters."
"But?" Pansy asked.
"It does relieve stress and strengthen relationships and it makes me think better. Maybe it's all the blood rushing to my brain after or something."
"Ladies!" Hermione shouted. "First of all you are both married and have access to sex 24/7, which makes it easy for you to think that sex solves problems. Secondly I can take care of myself as far as the benefits of sex go. Thirdly, sex is not going to help me with my problem. Nothing can."
"It's not the same Hermione," Pansy said the smirk evident in her voice.
"What?"
"Agreed," Ginny said.
"What?"
Pansy sat up on the lounge chair and eyed Hermione. "Really? You think that your fingers or your dildo are more effective than a man?"
Hermione shrugged. "Are we still on this? Besides, they work for me Pansy."
"They cannot give you the intense pressure that comes from having a man thrusting into your core, Hermione. They cannot kiss you and tease your breasts to build the amazing layers that constitute a real orgasm. Fingers and dildos are a temporary solution. You need a good fucking and then you'll be able to deal with your crap."
Ginny giggled. "Once again I agree with Pansy."
"Well if sex with a man is the solution to the problems I'm currently enduring how do you propose I go about it? I'm not going to just hook up with some random guy. I'm not that kind of girl and since you are married to my only ex-boyfriend I can't exactly look him up for a quickie."
"What about Krum?" Ginny asked.
"Eww, no Ginny. That will not be happening."
"Besides from what I hear you would have to be fairly loose to accommodate his dick," Pansy said with a laugh making Hermione sigh.
"There's always Draco," Ginny said flipping through her magazine.
"Ha! Yeah right Ginny! Please tell me you are joking!"
"You've always had a crush on him," Pansy pointed out.
"And he is single," Ginny said.
"And there is no way I could sleep with him. He wouldn't touch me to start with because of my blood status, but even if he would it would be more for me than just a quick shag. I'm… I've got some very strong feelings for him."
"Write it down Ginny, she finally admitted to having feelings for him!"
"Shut up Pansy," Hermione said with a giggle.
A low whistle echoed across the roof top. "Hot damn mate we've hit the jackpot for hot women," a male voice shouted.
"Hello Blaise," Ginny said from beneath her umbrella.
"Ginny, Pansy and Hermione," he responded. "My three favorite girls."
"All girls are your favorite," Pansy said. "Besides we are women not girls."
"And two of them are taken," came another voice that caused Hermione to jump.
"Draco love what are you doing with this heathen?" Pansy asked.
Hermione hoped the sun was hiding the sudden redness she felt across her face. Had he heard them? She was mortified and Pansy was to blame. Why was she friends with Pansy again? She was having trouble remembering.
"Looking for Hermione actually," Draco said his eyes meeting hers. "You didn't answer your mobile Granger, but now I see why, out here flaunting your goodies for everyone to see."
"Who in the bloody hell is looking at me besides you Malfoy? We are on a roof top for goodness sakes and there hasn't been a broom fly overhead once!"
"That suit shows too much skin. I can't believe that Weasley and Potter are ok with their wives wearing such attire outside of the bedroom."
"Draco love in the bedroom with Ron I wear nothing at all so this suit is actually quite modest."
Ginny giggled at Pansy's statement but didn't respond herself.
Hermione stood up from the lounge chair and wrapped her beach towel around her frame. "There now if I'm covered to your satisfaction what did you boys need?"
Blaise smirked at her before elbowing Draco. "Well… um… bloody hell. We need you to come to the ministry with us. We arrested a wizard for the use of dark magic but we can't get him to speak a language that any of us understand," Draco said hurriedly trying hard not to think about her body beneath that towl. "We tried casting the loquere pura spell but he keeps blocking our efforts."
"What magic did he use?" Hermione asked.
"It was dark Granger," Blaise said solemnly. "He destroyed an entire muggle village with a single spell. He spouted something about a secret plan to destroy muggleborns before he started speaking in gibberish."
"You don't need detail Granger. Needless to say that it was an appalling crime with horrific consequences," Draco said making eye contact with her.
Hermione nodded. "Just let me change Malfoy and we'll apparate."
She sprinted down to her bedroom unaware that Draco followed right behind her. She had already tossed the bikini top onto her bed and was pulling a simple white bra out of her top drawer when he paused in her doorway.
Draco felt incredibly aroused watching her change, but he knew he needed to look away. What the bloody hell was she thinking being out in that swim suit? Didn't she have the decency to keep herself covered! She was a beautiful woman and she didn't need to advertise herself like that and on a roof top no less! Hermione had pulled on a blue silk sleeveless top and was reaching for a pair of underwear when Draco cleared his throat making her jump.
"Draco? How long have you been standing there?"
"Not long enough," he lied. "I missed the good part."
She blushed and he grinned. "So this… um… suit that you had on. What is it called again?"
"A bikini?"
"You don't sound very sure Granger."
"Fine, it's a bikini Malfoy. What about it?"
He shrugged. "I enjoy seeing you in it is all."
"What are you playing at Malfoy?"
"I like it better when you call me Draco."
She bit her bottom lip. "I… I… uh… need to get dressed… Draco."
He sat down on the edge of her bed and kicked her door closed. "I'll wait right here," he said with a grin. "I don't mind."
He was teasing her and she knew it, but she decided to be bold. She turned her back to him and wiggled out of the bikini bottoms knowing full well he could see an ample portion of her ass. She took her time slipping her simple white knickers on before reaching for a pair of grey slacks in her closet and sliding into them.
She turned back to face him and grinned at his shocked expression. "What?" she asked innocently.
He pushed up from her bed and took two long steps towards her. When he was standing directly in front of her he slid a hand along her arm and placed it firmly on her hip. "I'm going to kiss you now Granger," he said very matter of fact and didn't give her a chance to respond before his mouth was on hers.
It took her a moment of stunned silence before she eagerly responded back to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His other hand was fisted in her hair and he was pulling her flush against him. He licked her lower lip and slipped his tongue inside her mouth when she opened for him. He tasted like coffee and the flavor was strangely erotic. "Hermione," he whispered against her mouth.
"Draco?" she whispered back.
"We have to leave," he said pulling back from her. "But we'll continue this later, yeah?"
She blushed but nodded her agreement.
They apparated back to the ministry where Harry and Ron were both waiting on them. "Sorry to pull you away from girls' day Hermione," Ron mumbled.
"I take it you already got a howler from Pansy," she said with a giggle.
"Bloody hell I don't think you had even changed clothes before she sent it!"
This made Hermione laugh out loud and Ron blush. "Bloody woman. Can't live with her, can't live without her," he mumbled.
"Pansy is very opinionated Weasley," Blaise said with a smirk. "She also looks amazing in a bikini."
"Don't I know it," Ron muttered. "Oi! How do you know Zabini?"
"We interrupted the girls sunbathing," Blaise said. "All of them," he said winking at Hermione.
"Blaise, stop teasing," Hermione said. "Now take me to this dark wizard."
Ron led the way followed by Draco and Hermione. Draco slipped his hand down to the small of her back and both Harry and Blaise exchanged glances. "He's being held in one of the old death eater observation rooms," Ron explained.
"He can't cast anything, even a nonverbal spell," Draco explained. "The rooms are warded against all magic. Which means you won't be able to cast either, but I'll be with you the whole time."
"Really Malfoy?" Harry asked. "I thought I was…"
"Like I said Potter, I'll be with her."
Harry smirked at him. "Right."
They led Hermione to a hallway full of windows, each looking into an individual interrogation room. She saw the wizard she was to interpret sitting cuffed to the table. He was older and unkempt. His hair was long and matted and his beard was thick and full of debris. He stared at the table and didn't bother to look up when they entered.
"Hello," she said quietly before sitting down across from him. "I'm Dr. Granger. I've been brought here to discuss your most recent crime."
The wizard did not look up but began to laugh. "The idiot aurors cannot get me to talk so they brought in the brightest witch of her age. Too bad your age has increased Dr. Granger," he spat at her. "You haven't exactly gotten better with age have you?"
"Well you obviously know who I am, would you mind telling me your name as well?"
He laughed again. "You don't recognize me pet? I figured of everyone here you would be able to determine who I was… after all I tried to slice you in half not too long ago."
Hermione's expression did not change. "Well Mr. Rowle you can understand why no one recognized you. After all, you are supposed to be dead."
"Such a brave little mudblood," he spat at her again and she felt Draco tense behind her.
"Much braver than you ever were. I am a Gryffindor after all."
"A lot of talk and no action, mudblood."
"So you want action Mr. Rowle. Fine. Your leader is dead, has been for some years now. The blood prejudice that you have harbored for so long has died off with him. You serve no purpose in this world and for your actions will be sentenced to receive the kiss. How's that for action? Draco," she said without breaking eye contact, "we're done here."
She pushed back from the table and moved towards the door but stopped when Rowle spoke again. "It had nothing to do with The Dark Lord mudblood."
"What?"
"The spell I cast."
"Then what did it have to do with Mr. Rowle?"
"Ending a line."
"I'll need more information Mr. Rowle."
"Did you know that your grandmother was a squib mudblood? That's how you got your magic. So technically you didn't steal it as so many pureblood wizards tried to claim in the past."
"What does that have to do with the price of eggs in China?"
"I knew they would come to get you, you know. When I started speaking gibberish I knew that the idiots would have to come get you thinking you could interpret what I was saying."
"The spell you cast has to do with me?"
"To do with your line."
"Explain," she demanded.
"Not with your boyfriend in the room."
"He's not my boyfriend. Get out Malfoy."
"Hermione I don't think…"
"Out!"
Draco left the room and joined the others in front of the window watching the scene in the room unfold. "Any idea what in blazes he's talking about?" Harry asked the others.
"Not a bleeding clue," Ron answered.
"You really are a beautiful woman Hermione, may I call you Hermione?"
"That is the opposite of your previous comment Mr. Rowle."
"I shouldn't pay complements to mudbloods, but I can't help it with you. He promised you to me you know."
"Who?"
"Voldemort," he said with a sneer. "You were my reward. That's why I didn't kill you that night. I couldn't enjoy you if you were dead, now could I."
Hermione remained stoic. "What do you want Mr. Rowle? Obviously I will not be your prize because your mad man of a leader is dead."
"You aren't a muggleborn you know. You're a half blood which is still dirty, but not entirely muggle born. Your mother, she could have been a talented witch if she had been able to create more power."
"What does my mother have to do with anything Mr. Rowle? I feel like you are just stalling now."
"Your parents were the entire reason I had to cast the spell… Hermione. It was a left over task from him. It had to be completed. I just hate it took me so long to complete."
"What town did you destroy?" Hermione whispered.
"Your grandmother, she married that muggle out of spite to her family. They didn't drop her off in an orphanage like so many squibs were done. No, they raised her right. Kept her with pureblood traditions and planned to marry her off to a powerful wizard so that their children wouldn't suffer."
"What town Rowle?"
He snickered at her. "But no, not your grandmother, she married that muggle and left the wizarding world and then she had your mother. We knew eventually one of you would show power and look at you. Such an amazing witch. If only you weren't so… dirty."
"What town Rowle?" she repeated with menace.
"They had to be wiped out you see. He wasn't willing to take the chance that they could have another child. Of course at their age the likelihood now was slim to none, but the task had to be completed. They had to be destroyed."
Hermione fisted her hands on the table and he grinned at her. "I don't think you'll be around long either Hermione. Especially with the ministry being run how it is right now. You won't have enough protection to keep you safe. You hid them well Hermione and that was some amazing magic for a witch your age. I hate that so many innocent muggles died… oh who am I kidding, I'm glad! The little town of Dalby didn't have a ton of muggles, but it definitely made a dent."
Hermione lunged across the table and wrapped her hands around Rowle's disgusting throat. The door to the room burst open and she was being removed from the room by Draco and Ron. The boys drug her down the hall until they were far away from the interrogation rooms and deep in the offices of the ministry. She collapsed onto the floor in a heap and was strangely silent.
"Hermione," Ron said kneeling in front of her, "look at me love."
A sob broke free from her. "He killed them," she whispered. "He killed all of them to get to them."
"Who Hermione? Who killed them? Who did he kill?"
Hermione tucked her knees beneath her chin and her body shook with her sobbing. "Hermione?" Ron said again. "What…"
"He destroyed the town of Darby, Australia."
Ron glanced up at Draco confused and Draco shrugged. "Hermione, that's the town that Rowle destroyed yes. What does that mean to you?"
Hermione sat up on the floor and crossed her legs Indian style. She propped her chin on her hands and sighed. "Darby is where I took my parents after I obliviated them Ron. They've lived there with fake memories since 6th year."
"Stay with her," Ron said to Draco before sprinting out of the room.
Draco sat down next to her and leaned against the wall. He gently tugged her into his lap and tucked her head beneath his chin. They sat there in silence while he rubbed her back. "He killed them Draco," she whispered. "He killed them and I'll never see them again."
"You don't have to…"
"I need to Draco."
Hermione eased out of his lap and onto the floor beside him. "I obliviated them in 6th year. I erased myself from all of their memories because I couldn't take the chance that they would be harmed. The spell was too strong and the longer they went without memories of me the harder it became to restore them back to normal. I finally gave up last year and it has taken me this long to come to grips with the reality that I created."
She took a deep, shuddering breath. "And now they are gone, never remembering that they had a daughter."
"Do you have any idea what Rowle meant about ending your line?"
"Not a clue. I didn't know my maternal grandmother was a squib. I never met her."
The door to the office eased open and Ron, Harry, and Blaise piled into the room. They each sat down in the floor around Hermione with grim looks on their faces. Suddenly Hermione started to giggle. "Hermione?" Harry said alarmed at her reaction.
"Just look at us! A bunch of 20 year olds gathered in a circle on the floor! I feel like we are in pre-school or something," she said with a giggle.
"Pre-school was much less complicated," Harry said with a grimace.
"Hermione, Rowle gave us some more information after you… left," Blaise said.
"Do I want to know?"
"No, but you need to know," Harry said softly nodding at Blaise to continue.
"Rowle told us that he destroyed the town because of your parents. He was completing a task set for him by Voldemort."
"Voldemort is dead," Hermione spat. "He isn't coming back."
"His legacy isn't dead," Blaise explained. "He still has followers that believe his nonsense."
"Brilliant," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Rowle said his mission was to destroy your line," Harry said. "To destroy your line of magic because Voldemort was afraid of what you represented."
"And what the bloody hell is that?"
"You represent everything he preached against," Draco muttered and everyone turned to him. "I mean think about," he continued leaning forward. "Hermione is an amazingly powerful witch and has more natural talent than the majority of purebloods. Voldemort taught that muggles stole their magic and created ways to use it against witches and wizards. Hermione is the opposite of what he taught. Her magic is powerful and was passed down from a squib two generations ago. She defines the real reason that muggles have magic."
"But it still doesn't make sense to destroy my parents Draco. What did that accomplish?"
"Rowle's mission was to destroy your line. Your parents were a part of it even though they didn't remember," Blaise said to no one in particular. "Rowle had to stop the possibility of another powerful muggle, his mission was to destroy the line, but he didn't really did he…"
"Blaise what are you on about?" Draco said. "You're rambling mate."
"You'll be next," Blaise whispered making eye contact with Hermione. "They went to this extent to kill your parents, they cannot allow you to live."
"Blaise!" Harry yelled.
"Shut it Potter it's the truth! They will be coming for her next because they have to end the task. There is no way Rowle was the only one assigned to this task! It is too large for just one death eater," Blaise yelled back.
Blaise stared at Draco. "No," he said.
"Draco."
"Hell no Blaise."
"Draco, he is the only one who could tell us the truth."
"Blaise I am not asking him for any favors. He is barely holding on as it is and if I drag him through his memories then who knows how he will respond!"
"Are we talking about your father Draco?" Hermione asked softly, placing a hand comfortingly on his shoulder and causing Ron and Harry to glance at each other.
"Blaise," Draco said glaring at his friend, "thinks we… no I should ask my father if he knows anything about the plan. I won't do it Blaise. I can't. He is finally showing some progress after his stent in Azkaban. I won't torture him."
"Would he know Malfoy? Would he know about this secret plan?" Ron asked.
Draco drug a hand down his face. "Probably. He was Voldemort's right hand until… I failed."
Hermione rubbed Draco's shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. "It's ok Draco. You don't have to talk to him about it, especially if it will harm his chances for healing."
"I beg to differ!" Harry yelled. "If Lucius Malfoy knows something about this business we need him to talk. Hermione's life is at stake here, or did you forget that Malfoy?"
"Bloody hell," Draco said. "Fine. But if this tips him over the edge… I don't know what I'll do. My mother has been so please with his progress…"
Hermione gave Draco a squeeze and he smiled at her. "So to the Manor then?" Blaise said.
"Bloody fucking hell," Draco muttered. "The Manor, but first Hermione needs to go back to her girl's day."
"I want to go with…"
"Hell no Hermione, hell no. You may accompany me to The Manor at a later date, but not today and not under these circumstances," Draco said bluntly.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Hermione?" he said questioningly. "Would you want to accompany Malfoy to his home at a later date?"
"I don't see why not," was her simple answer. "I'm sure his home is lovely. Especially since an evil mad man is no longer in residence. I also have a fondness for Narcissa."
"You do?" Draco asked, perplexed.
She smiled at him. "I'll be going then. I expect to see at least one of you later."
All of the boys nodded at her. "I'll walk you to the apparition point on this floor," Draco said helping her from the floor and causing Ron, Harry, and Blaise to exchange glances.
To be continued with the next writing prompt…..
