That Was Weird

Chapter 38

Hermione's P.O.V.

"Deal with it," I told him. If I was going to be forced into serving Voldemort, then there was no way in hell I'd let Draco and I be stuck doing it forever. One lifetime would be enough. Betraying Harry would be more than difficult but living an eternity of evil? Neither Draco nor I could handle it.

"Miss Granger, I don't think you understand the situation," I heard Voldemort say. He had been sitting back silently for a while and finally decided to intervene. "You keep thinking you have some cards to play but let me finally assure you that we do in fact have all the face cards in this deck that we are playing. You have no leverage, no negotiating points. What you have is your own wits and Draco's fantastic dueling powers. If there's anything to negotiate with, start with those."

"Fine!" Draco declared. "You're right. Those are our two strongest assets. Thank you, my Lord, for pointing that out." He shook his head to push his hair away from his eyes. This way he could look around more clearly. He almost looked a bit intimidating once his eyes were shown. They were darkening, the silver orbs turning blacker by the second. He was infuriated and scared, the width of his eyes told me that. "Father," he spoke once more. "I challenge you to a duel."

Lucius and Voldemort shared a laugh that came straight from their black hearts. "A duel? Draco, what terms would this duel consist of? We already discussed this. You have nothing to leverage," Lucius chuckled.

"If I win," Draco began. "If I win, Hermione and I stay mortal, take the Dark Mark, and you release her parents."

The terms seemed reasonable enough. He knew we had to get the Mark, there was no way around that. I was impressed with him for keeping that in there, knowing asking otherwise would completely destroy the rationality of the bet itself.

Lucius seemed to consider this for a moment, understanding the terms weren't too great to turn down immediately. "And if I win?" he asked his son with a cold voice. "What do I get, Draco, if I win?"

"We'll get the mark, we'll become immortal, we'll faithfully follow you, and we'll lead you in a sting against Potter AND Dumbledore. You'll have your victory in this war handed to you on a silver platter."

"As a servant of the Dark Lord, which every scenario leads you to be, you'll have no choice but to help in any sting we set up against Potter or Dumbledore so what great value does this hold?"

Draco was smart, he knew what he was doing. I knew he wouldn't give anything away unless it needed to be said. But when he told them this next bit, I grew worried. "I have a pensieve, filled with information I've heard and picked up over secret Order of the Phoenix plans and security measures. I took them out of my memory and stored them with a label."

Why he told them this I didn't understand. Once he became a Death Eater, they could force out where he hid it. He'd have no choice but to tell them. Now that they knew it existed, it was as good as theirs.

"It's hidden," he told them. "I've given it to a secret keeper and they've hidden it even from me. They do not know the contents of this pensieve, nor do they know its importance. It is a mystery to them."

"We can force you to tell us who this secret keeper is," Lucius laughed. "You are so pathetic."

"It's Dumbledore," Draco smiled. "I gave it to Dumbledore. I'm not stupid, father. I gave it to Dumbledore, where you can never reach it…without my help. In order to get it from Dumbledore, I have to show him that I do not have the Dark Mark. Once he sees that my arm is clear, and looks into my mind to see my intentions, THEN he will inform me of its hiding place."

I understood so well now. His plan was ingenious. Why he hadn't leveraged this before, I had no clue. This was absolutely remarkable. If Draco won the bet, the pensieve stayed hidden and my parents went free. If he lost, they'd most likely send him to Dumbledore to retrieve it. Winning saved us from becoming immortal, losing bought him time. Either way it seemed like we had a good chance all because of this pensieve that he didn't tell me about.

I took his hand in mine and smiled. "If we lose," I chimed in, "then we go back to Dumbledore tomorrow. Tell him we need the pensieve, that it contains plans for our marriage. We tell him that we hid the information so that YOU, Lucius, could never find it and persecute us for it."

Lucius seemed deep in thought. "And what will you tell him when he asks you what has changed? Why NOW do you need it?"

I was quick with my response. "We tell him that when we entered your house for the Christmas Holidays, you already knew about our intended marriage through various spies within the school, number one being Mr. Tom Williams himself. By giving away Tom, we'll be confirming our loyalty to Dumbledore. Of course, none of this matters if Draco wins because, should he win, the pensieve stays put. We won't be spies. We take the mark and do the bidding of any normal level Death Eater. You will respect the sacrifices I will be making as it is and you will NOT ask for more. Do we have a deal?"

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ONE MONTH LATER

DRACOS P.O.V.

"I'm going to make you scream tonight," I whispered in her ear. "You'll beg me to stop, you'll squeal in sweet torturous pain and cry until your eyes are dry and then I'll only go harder. You're going to break, I assure you."

She shifted nervously in her seat crossing her legs to try and ease that throbbing I knew she felt. My lips curved into an evil smirk. "Yes, that's it. Get wet for me, pet. I haven't even begun telling you what I have planed. Granger, you'd better prepare yourself for the best sex of your life."

She turned towards me and smiled that devilish smile. "If we weren't in one of these meetings right now," she said, "I'd strip down and offer myself freely. I'm dripping just thinking about it. "

"Well then imagine how you'll feel tonight, lover," I replied.

"As long as we're not doing it in the bed again. I want adventure and excitement."

"Well aren't you quite the sex maniac." We both shared a laugh that seemed to interrupt whatever was happening in the meeting.

"Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger, please enlighten us. What is so funny that you have to disrupt a plan of battle?" Rudolphus snapped. "I'm sure the group could use a laugh so please fill us in."

"If you'd like to know," Hermione said, her voice dropping and her eyes narrowing. "We were just talking about sex positions and fun exciting places to do it. Perhaps you'd like to give us your own suggestions? We do like to try new things. Oh, that reminds me, Draco. You got the handcuffs and the paddle, right?"

"And some other kinky sex toys I found, yes love," I smiled.

"ENOUGH!" the Dark Lord hissed. "Get on with the meeting, Rudolphus. Mr. Malfoy, you and your fiancé will do well to keep your mouths shut during gatherings and speeches unless you'd rather I sew them up for you."

"We'll be quiet, my lord," I said in my most humble voice. "My apologies. We let our mouths run away with us. It won't happen again."

"Good, we've wasted enough time on your adolescent behavior," he hissed.

Every time I hear him hiss, I feel like vomiting. It's the worst feeling in the world. This agreement was the most poor made plan. We thought we'd be able to twist the rules somehow to our benefit but it seems that the longer we have these marks on our arms, we care less and less about playing the spies for Dumbledore and his pathetic excuse for an army. I never really cared much anyway but Hermione's got all these ideas about saving the world. I finally figured, if I don't care either way, I might as well just side with the girl of my dreams.

"Young Malfoy," His voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "I'd like a private word with you when this meeting is adjourned."

"Yes sir," I mumbled. I didn't really care what it was about, all I wanted was to get this over with. Then I could get back to my little Granger and shag her until she passes out in pleasure and exhaustion.

The meeting dragged on for another half hour. No plans were finalized but they were still in the works. When everyone started getting up Hermione grabbed my hand and gave it a quick kiss. Then she leaned in real close and whispered softly in my ear. "Talk quickly, choose your words carefully when you speak, and I'll be waiting for you here when you get done."

Her tongue snaked out and swiped my earlobe, making me shiver in delight. I gave her a wonderful kiss and then approached the Dark Lord. He was busy speaking to my father in hushed voices. It was no matter to me. I didn't want that much power or to be that far in with the "exalted one."

He finished up with my father and then turned his attention to me. "Ah young Malfoy, come take a walk with me." We walked down a long corridor. The meetings were all held in the Malfoy dungeons where there were MANY long corridors and if you're not careful, you could easily wind up lost and in one of our many torture chambers that father SWEARS haven't been used in years.

We were walking for a few minutes and he still had yet to say anything. He seemed to be contemplating something or other but I didn't really have the patience for it so I broke the silence. "My Lord, I don't mean to sound rude but I do have a beautiful young girl waiting back in the meeting room for me and I am quite anxious to return to her."

"Ah yes, those plans you have for tonight, I had forgotten," he laughed. "I must be honest with you, your sexual overdrive is to be expected. I find that most Death Eaters, once they take the mark, have increased sex drives. The first few months, my followers adjust to not only that but also increased aggression and hostility. I believe it's because when you take the mark, you are linked to me. I cannot be sure, though. I'd take a gander and guess that Dumbledore would know. He always knows these things."

"Sir, if I may," I interrupted. "Hermione and I have always had extreme sex drives. We're very compatible in that sense. And as for aggression and hostility, I can't say we've experienced increased feelings of either. We're not like that."

"Well give it time, boy, give it time." He then put his hand on my shoulder. I felt a chill run through me like none other. It was worse than I ever felt around even the Dementors. "Now please, let's move on to other business. I want that pensieve, Malfoy. I know you have this set up with Dumbledore so please tell me… how can we get it? I need that information. I need it and I need it NOW. Tell me how we do it."

I hesitated a moment and decided to buy myself a little more time. This bargain I made did not work out the way I had planned. I beat my father, yes. It earned me great points with the Dark Lord but put me in a very difficult position since I had already given them the idea about the pensieve. "I need more time. It's a tricky situation. Going back to Dumbledore now would be a little suspicious. Not enough time has passed since I went home for break."

"Yes this is true," he agreed. "But I want you to know that I WILL be wanting that pensieve…and I'll be wanting it soon." And then he vanished, just like that.

Even if I was scared at first, it didn't take me too long to shake off the shock and run my arse off back to Hermione. I found her walking around the meeting room, humming a gentle tune to herself.

"I was hoping you'd be halfway to our bedroom by now so we wasted no time," I said as I snuck up on her.

She turned around speedily and gave me a smile once she noticed it was me. "Oh we're not going to the bedroom. I told you. Adventure and excitement. Those are my rules. But before we begin this adventure and excitement, I'm going to need to know what that was all about."

"Oh just the usual," I replied, wrapping my arms around her from behind and breathing huskily on her neck. "Death Eater duties and the pensieve. It's nothing new. All month he's been sneaking up on me asking me about it. Now that we got that done…"

She twisted herself away from me and ran to the middle of the meeting room. Hermione curled her finger and motioned for me to go near her. I couldn't help but to oblige.

"I heard of a movie today," she told me as she began unbuttoning my robe sweetly. "In the movie, there's this theory about the origin of love. It's a beautiful thought, really. According to a movie I saw, which I believe was loosely based on Plato's symposium but I can't be sure, we were all originally connected to another human being. We didn't know the feeling at the time but once we were split, we felt love… or more technically the LOSS of love, but that's neither here nor there."

Hermione was licking and nipping at my neck seductively as she slid our clothes to the floor.

"The theory goes that after we were split, a hurricane came and washed us away. We were separated from our other half and we now spend our whole lives trying to find them. When we do, we make love to try to put ourselves back together. Isn't that beautiful?"

We were completely naked now and she was standing right in front of me, offering herself to me without any reservations. "Everything around you is beautiful," I told her. "You're my other half, I've always known that. So what do you say to putting ourselves back together ALL night long?"

One side of her lip curled into a wondrous smile. "I was hoping we'd do it all night AND all morning, unless you have something better to do?"

"Only go back to school, since tomorrow's Sunday and we were only home for the weekend. But I'm fine with staying in bed as long as you'd like."

I dragged her over to the main table and laid her down. "Voldemort wouldn't like it if we fucked on his table," she laughed, pulling me closer to her completely disregarding her own words.

"Well it's a good thing I plan on making love," I kissed her roughly, though. Making love doesn't always have to be sweet and gentle. Adventure and excitement aren't sweet and gentle.

She let out a groan as I entered her and my head spun. I felt her walls pulsing around me and began pumping in and out at a steady rhythm. "Just imagine," I ground out. "You're at a meeting and the Dark Lord calls you out." I pumped a little harder. "He tells you that you disobeyed a direct order and now you have to be punished." She yelped in excitement. I knew she liked the idea of punishment. "He then selects ME to fuck you in front of every Death Eater present. How does that sound?"

"YES! DRACO, YES! HARDER! I'M A TRAITOR, I NEED TO BE PUNISHED!"

Soon I was entering her from behind. "Miss Granger, you are one naughty girl," I huffed, my speech wavering. I was so close.

"OH YES!" she moaned. "I'm not sorry, either," she continued on with the role. "I…I'd do it… again in a second! No punishment will change me!"

"Is that right?" My hands were firmly planted on her hips as I thrust into her wildly, her breasts swaying beautifully and her head thrown back in ecstasy. I loved seeing her on all fours like this. "Well we'll have to see about that." Then I brought my hand down upon her cute little heart shaped arse. She squealed in delight and so I did it again. Another squeal. "You like that, Granger? HUH?"

"YES, YES! MORE, DRACO!"

"Oh God, Hermione, I'm going to come any second!" I yelled out, my voice quivering. She managed to turn around quickly so we were facing each other once more. We continued to thrust towards one another, our thirst for satisfaction still not quenched.

"Look into my eyes, Draco," she commanded, her petite hands holding onto my upper arms with force. I looked down at her and saw her smile, saw her pleasure, and I saw how content she was in that moment as we both reached our peaks. "I love you."

A/N... Please don't kill me, I hope this was worth the wait. I don't know when I'll update again but I am trying to catch up with this, Childhood Sweethearts Remember, and my new story A Marauder's Tale. ENJOY! Please leave your review for anything you read, I look forward to your responses!!!!!!