This is a sequel to Inter Sagum, the Veilweavers. Taking place where the last story had left off. Expect twists, turns and of course chaos. Hopefully =)
There was a foot bobbing that was delicately hanging off the couch in 12 Grimmauld Place. He watched her a moment and shook his head; she was completely insane, cute, but insane. Draco Malfoy never expected to be attracted to the curvy muggle born, but that wasn't the most certifiable part. They were finishing up the work on the incantations to bring back two men that she fell in love with... in a dream. Sixty days of doing this. She even claimed that she was dating the dashing wizard so they would have a cover this time for spending so much time together.
"What do you think? We should expand the perimeter a bit?" She asked herself out loud and waved her wand in the air. "No, too risky. We just need to avoid breaking the barrier, they need to."
"Granger, come here," Draco demanded and she turned to him.
Tumbling off the couch unceremoniously, she padded over to him thinking he was going to show her notes. He turned to her in the desk chair and yanked her to him making her frown. "Draco, we talked about this." She said pointedly.
"I don't frankly care. It is late, it's just us and I want some attention," he grumbled and she laughed.
"Don't you have a certain witch waiting to marry you?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and he snorted.
"Just give me a little bit of a break here, Granger. You can't flirt with me all night at your family's home and not expect a bit of repercussion." He growled and ran his fingers over her hips.
"Draco Malfoy!" She exclaimed jumping away from him and he grinned. "We have work to do." She said testily and went back to the couch.
"Did you see Weasley's face tonight? How angry he was that you were snogging me proper?" Draco asked, resituating himself. "I know you enjoyed it," he was trying to pursue the conversation, but Hermione just made a sound of agreement as she was flipping through her notes.
"Draco, are you just trying to get into my knickers tonight?" Hermione asked him flatly and he nodded.
"Exactly, Granger. Out of all the things we could do I just want to shag you." He replied with a wave of dismissal. "You don't even know if they are going to want to be with you when you get them out, Hermione." Draco said softer and Hermione huffed and stared at him.
"So, what then? Shag you? Date you? Marry you, Draco Malfoy? I think not. Your parents would poison me. Your eventual wife would be devastated and I still have to save my marauders." Hermione retorted sharply.
"The offer is there if you are lonely," his voice was steely; he did not like to be rejected so harshly.
"We have two weeks to make sure we have these notes finished, Draco. Our meeting with the minister is then. We show him our notes without saying what is going to happen and we make sure we do the severing before anything else. That way no one is attached to anyone's feelings. If they have attraction to me then it can be organically built." Hermione announced and the blond nodded.
Draco stood up and stretch, she watched him with curiosity. She wasn't sure why the turbulent wizard was trying to open that door tonight. Usually they hardly spoke once they got back here to the library.
Hermione had broken up with Ron the morning she went home after her dream. She realized she wasn't happy after seeing herself happy in her dream. Yes, she was insane for believing in this nonsense, but it was too real to be just a dream and it hasn't steered her wrong yet. She found the incantation faster than in the dream. She asked Harry if she could move into 12 Grimmauld Place so she could continue her research and he had hesitantly agreed.
"Why do you want to sleep with me, Draco?" She asked softly and he gazed at her.
"So, now you want to talk about this, Granger?" He questioned and she nodded.
He walked over and sat next to her, stretching his legs out in front of him, "well, when a wizard fancies a witch, he usually wants to see her naked." He said simply and she laughed.
"And if they are completely in love with me when I save them?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
He chuckled and shrugged, "I never said I was in love with you. I just want to really shag you. Don't give me that look you, prudish woman, I am being honest."
She sighed and shook her head, "you will never believe me if I told you, you would be surprised at how much I am not a prude." She teased and he chuckled.
"Just think about it, Granger. If you change your mind, let me know." He declared and ruffled her bushy hair. "I am going to get home before it is noted that I am missing. See you tomorrow night." He told her and stood up.
"I will see you tomorrow night, Draco," she declared and he nodded and leaned to kiss her forehead.
It was sweet and innocent; both of which were not Draco Malfoy usually. He left through the fireplace in the living room and Hermione sighed heavily. She didn't want to admit it, but shagging him sounded fun. The witch shook it off and went back to the task at hand. Before too long she wandered up to her room and fell asleep dreaming about what was to come.
0o0o
"How's shagging Malfoy?" Ginny asked her as they were eating lunch together.
It was Sunday and Hermione was taking a break from looking into the severing spell.
"We haven't shagged yet," Hermione said dismissively and Ginny laughed.
Ginny made a face, "I cannot imagine why. I still don't understand the attraction." The red head shrugged and handed her son a chip from her plate.
Hermione sighed and shook her head, "not that he hasn't tried. You know that we are just going along with this until the marauders are home."
Ginny rolled her eyes and huffed, "why not just tell everyone... never mind you are right. Just keep saying he is your boyfriend so people assume what you are doing isn't weird or fanatical."
"He was inquiring about shagging me last night. I think I may be giving him the wrong idea." Hermione grumbled and Ginny raised her eyebrows.
"Are you thinking about it?"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders and sipped her tea, "it might be fun. He is a great kisser. I miss my marauders, Gin. I know that sounds so weird, but it is true."
Ginny found the whole situation crazy, personally. Her best friend told her the entire story and it was like she woke up from a different life. Hermione broke up with Ron promptly and he wasn't too destroyed about it until she started 'dating' Draco Malfoy. That was when things got awkward. Molly was none too happy, but she accepted it and allowed the blond around as long as there was no fighting.
Hermione had everything lined up and Ginny knew she was quite the planner, but was she prepared if the outcome wasn't the same? Ginny had wondered that for many hours out of the days she spent with Hermione. "You should," Ginny finally said.
Hermione frowned and her mouth slid ajar, "what?"
Ginny nodded and sighed, "at least it would release a bit of tension between you two. Just a nice heated shag and get it out of the way."
Hermione made a face and tilted her head in thought, "that might be a good idea. I have been a bit tense lately."
"You make it sound like I told you to go shopping. You are serious about shagging Malfoy?" Ginny questioned and Hermione rubbed her face.
"Maybe?"
"Hermione, did you think that Remus and Sirius might be different?" Ginny asked timidly and Hermione glared.
"No," she said sharply, "that is the second time in twelve hours someone has asked me that."
"Alright," Ginny sighed and gave her a nod.
Hermione softened and exhaled, "I just don't want to think about the possibility that I may be delusional. What if I am? I have such certainty about it. So many things I am doing feel like I am redoing it, but now it is starting to feel different. Draco, leaving Ron when I did... what if... what if they are?" Hermione finished and bit her lip.
"Then we deal with it when it happens. You say you die in your dream? Let's worry about preventing that." Ginny told her and Hermione nodded.
"Chips, please!" James exclaimed and shook the witches from the moment and back to real events.
0o0o
Hermione was fidgeting and trying hard to process the books in front of her on the floor. Draco had made it abundantly clear that he was going to make himself comfortable. He was dressed casually and lounging on the couch tonight. The witch was frustrated with him; why couldn't he leave well enough alone?
"Granger, I think I have it here," he declared and she crawled over from her post on the floor.
He grinned at her and raised an eyebrow, "now that I see it, I cannot unsee what just popped into my mind," the blond teased and she huffed with a bright blush.
"Let me have it here," she declared as she kneeled next to him and he handed her the book.
She frowned at the pages and was mouthing the words as Draco gazed at her. Her brow was furrowed, cheeks pink, lips moving gently as she read. "This is good! I think we are almost on the basis of the spell. Dr-" He interrupted her with a kiss and he maneuvered to take her face in his hands.
Hermione did not pull away and Draco took that as the green light and tilted his body on the floor so he could have better control. The witch moaned and he pulled away, nibbling her neck. "I told you, you enjoy it," he whispered and she giggled and shook her head.
"You have always been a bad boy, Draco. We have-" he stopped her again with his lips.
She dropped the book on the ground and timidly ran her hands over his chest, making him grumble in her mouth. The witch was turning into a very pliable partner as she closed the gap and his hands went to her hair.
"Hermione can- oh, I am sorry," Harry's voice entered the room and Hermione pulled away.
She cleared her voice and stood up, "Hello, Harry, what can I do for you?" She asked and he was blushing brightly.
"I was wondering if you minded me going up to Sirius's room. I wanted to see if I could find one of his motorbike toys for James." He told her and glanced back at Draco smirking.
"Hey, Potter, nice evening," Draco snickered and Harry cleared his throat.
Harry nodded and Hermione smiled, "I am sure if there is one up there, James would love it, Harry. Go ahead. I just live here, this is still your house."
Harry took her under his arm and walked her from the room, "Mione, I love you, but are you sure he isn't just going to shag you and leave you?" He asked when they got to the hallway.
"He hasn't yet," Hermione giggled and Harry snorted.
"I know you well enough to know that wasn't what you do when you have shagged someone." Harry declared and Hermione crossed her arms. "Ginny, told me, alright. Don't look at me like that."
"Even if it is just a shag, I don't mind. He has been pretty decent to me so far." Hermione murmured and Harry sighed and gave her a nod.
"Alright, Mione. Just don't make me come kick his ferret arse for hurting you." He told her and she beamed at him.
"Okay, Harry, I will see you soon." She declared and he kissed her forehead.
"Be good to yourself, Mione," he responded and waved her off as he ran up the stairs.
Hermione rejoined Draco in the library and he was reading the book they had abandoned on the floor. "Potter angry with me?" He asked with a small smile.
"Just worried about me," she muttered and lifted his legs so she could sit on the couch.
Draco glanced over at her and saw she seemed thoughtful and almost upset, "what's wrong, Granger?" He asked and she shook her head.
She rubbed her face and smiled at him, "just moping. May I see the book?" She replied and he handed it to her.
"Good night!" Harry called into the room, clearly announcing he was leaving the house.
Hermione's eyes were running over the book, but her mood seemed deflated. "Granger, you cannot look that sad and not expect me to change it." Draco declared and she giggled.
"We are almost done with this bit, Draco." She said and he nodded.
"Good thing, too. We should get up the stairs before too long." He said and she glanced over at him.
"You really want to? Despite knowing where I stand?" She inquired with a serious expression.
He raised an eyebrow, "how about this, Hermione. If when you get off of work tomorrow, you still need to take the edge off, I will give you a reason to leave this library early..." He trailed off with a big smirk.
She let loose a stream of sultry laughter and he waited patiently for her reply, "alright, that is fair Draco. No strings?" She questioned and he nodded slowly.
"No strings, just a good shag." He told her and pulled his legs off her lap and sat up.
She held out her hand and he took it, but he pulled her in for a kiss again. The witch moaned and crawled into his lap and ran her hands over him. Hermione wanted to scream at herself for being too needy for her own good, but she was. He surprisingly let her pace herself and before too long she realized his shirt was off of him.
"Or now, if you really feel that way," he teased when she pulled away panting.
"Shut up, Malfoy. You better be a good shag," she growled and started to unbutton his pants.
He took her wrist in his hand and raised an eyebrow at her, "how about I make you wait and see if you feel the same tomorrow?" He asked and she let loose a guttural sound.
"Draco Malfoy, I want you to shag me, you have been asking for it. Do it," she snapped and he chuckled.
"Tomorrow, Granger," he replied and helped her off of his lap. "I am going to depart early tonight. I have to run some errands with my less than friendly father. Think about it," he murmured and gave her a kiss before getting up, fixing his pants, and throwing back on his shirt.
"Good night, Draco," she sighed and he left her in the library; heated and alone.