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He felt an intense motion in the pit of his stomach as the kiss ensued with more frequent heat. Gently, he raised a hand and placed it on her hip, and she pushed against him, causing him to groan and pull away in realization, and drying his lips with the back of his hand in repulsion. What was he doing, kissing a mudblood when he had been taught not to glance at them, spit at the sight of them? His occupation was killing mudbloods and half-bloods! He couldn't ruin himself, his perfect picture of what his father always wanted him to be.
My father was the most proud with my dark arts, he told himself convincingly. Being a death eater was what would make his father finally accept him, and he did not want to do anything less. Draco finally gave a false disgusted look at Hermione. Her eyes were turning watery, and her cheeks bright red as he threw at her some well-sounding curses. "I can't believe you did that! Did you think I'd actually like it?"
Of course he did. He knew it at the back of his mind, that his body was acting very abnormal since she had placed her lips on his. He wanted to continue it, he wanted to take her, he just wanted one night, but he shook these thoughts away quickly. Malfoys did not think like this, Malfoys raised their heads up high, they were worth more value than anybody else.
"Well it seemed so!" she finally said, biting her lip vigorously.
"What're you talking about, Granger?" he said, a flush covering his cheeks.
"Oh, please, like I can't notice you were turned on when you practically pulled me against you! Pressing against you!"
"I am a male, Granger, naturally I act normally. Now get dressed for the meeting," he said, hastily changing the subject.
A small frown played at her lips, but she got up and grumbled as she walked toward the bathroom.
Draco let out a sigh that he'd been holding onto for a long time. After Granger was finished with her shower, he was quite ambitious of a cold one.
-*-
Hermione muttered under her breath as she undressed and quickly got into the shower. This time she let the water flow cold around her body, for she was in deep thought. There was nothing more that Hermione wanted to do than get revenge on Draco Malfoy, and help Rebecca. Tears were threatening to fill her eyes as she recalled Rebecca's memory of her parents dying at the hands of Draco Malfoy. Hermione had a connection with Rebecca- she hated them, hated how they treated mudbloods in such a dreadful, careless manner. She hated Draco Malfoy to the tip of his silver-strand hair down to his artistically characterized toes. She wanted him to die, suffer and she wanted to watch it come alive, as alive as it was when Ron died...
She shivered inwardly, the memory had been pushed away for so many years it seemed impossible to thicken her knowledge of it. It wasn't supposed to happen, she had killed her best friend. Of course, a normal person would cry, but Hermione had already cried her heart out nights after the death. Every single night, sob by sob. It was painful, it was cruelty - she wanted to slit her own throat - but she knew she had to live with it. It was God's punishment for her, it was to make her stronger.
It wasn't long before a bang at the door made her start. Draco's voice was yelling, "Hurry the hell up, Granger! Get your knickers on, I have to shower!"
Hermione sang loudly, pretending not to hear him. Soaping up every inch of her skin, she slowly rinsed and dried herself, reluctantly pulling the towel around her in a loose caress, she looked in the mirror. If she was going to kill Draco Malfoy, she was going to do it in style. Lowering the towel slightly, she made sure her cleavage glimmered, noticed. If there was one thing men like sex-crazed Draco couldn't resist, it was seduction.
She opened the door, and as she did, Draco said, "Oof!", clutching the back of his head. He had been obviously been waiting on the other end. He gave her a furiously annoyed glare but when he fully turned around, his mouth opened a bit. His eyes wandered to her chest for a few moments, then he cleared his throat, tugging at his collar.
"Um," he said wittily. "I...you done?"
"Yes," Hermione said, smiling at him. Making sure to brush past him bluntly, she wavered heavenly to her bedroom, congratulating herself for the accomplishment.
-*-
Months had passed, and Rebecca and Hermione had sent owls to each other over the weeks. Careful not to lose contact, Hermione replied to every single letter. Draco was slowly breaking away, and Hermione knew it. At the morning, Draco would brush his teeth and Hermione made sure to walk in, wearing the attire of a sluttish nightgown she had bought just for the procedure. Of course, he was going crazy, and Hermione knew it. Every time she brushed against him, he would clench his fists, and every time she would bend down he would gape at her cleavage.
And then came the day - the day where Rebecca insisted she get him into bed. Hermione was prepared. She had found the most beautiful yet revealing dress she could find: a thin, see-through black gown with only two straps. It was simple, but rather lovely, with tiny white flowers imprinted on various places. To her joy, while she was modeling it in the mirror, Draco happened to come in from yet another meeting in which Hermione was not needed.
The gasp was clearly audible from his throat. He tried to hide it of course, telling her he needed to use the shower. But Hermione was growing impatient, so after she heard the water turn off, she opened the door and walked in.
"What're you -" he stopped speaking, eyeing her in disbelief. "Granger," he snarled at last. "What game are you playing?"
Be a ditz, Hermione told herself. Be someone else.
"I just wanted to use the bathroom, sorry. Why, do you not like me anymore?" she blinked innocently, placing a hand on his chest, her eyes pondering his lower area, which was covered in a towel. She placed fingers around it and pulled, loosening it - it dropped straight to the floor.
"We won't need that, now, will we?" she whispered, his hand on his stomach now, gently prodding forward...
He groaned, trying to shake his head. "Don't..."
She leaned closer, her hand finally reaching his length, pressing on it tightly. He made a raw noise, closing his eyes as her lips crushed against his.
"Don't..."
He grabbed her backside and prompted her to press against him. She did, with great delight. It wasn't so bad after all...after all, Draco Malfoy was entitled a Sex Expert in Hogwarts...and she would be there to experience it.
"...Stop..."
Hermione's hand drifted away from the spot, and he began to protest until she fell onto her knees, her head between his legs.
"What're you doing, Granger?" his eyes widened. He was finally going to see the side - the wild side, the rough side...
She didn't even care to answer, she merely began to start slowly. He tugged at her hair, trying to pull back her head, but with no avail did she stop.
-*-
Hermione woke with a start - a body was plastered heatedly against hers. She looked down, and to her relief - she saw she was merely in the naked embrace of Draco Malfoy. A smirk went over her face. After all the pain she had gone through of losing Ron; after all the son-of-a-bitch meetings with the Death Eaters - after all the strength she had earned but all the innocence she had lost, it would take to her pleasure to leave this kind of life - and take Draco's.
He had been the one to turn her evil, he had been the one to make her commit the first murder. The murder of her best friend. Tears were inwardly going down her cheeks, but she wiped them off. She had cried enough to last a lifetime. She was strong now. She was going to fight for her life - or die for it. It didn't matter anymore, life and death. All that mattered was getting Harry back to her side - all that mattered was to kill off every single one of the death eaters. All that mattered was fighting evil, and winning the war. All that mattered was acting on the vengeance she felt everyday, the sickness that awoke inside her like a stinging drought willing to take her mind.
Taking a hand to brush of some of the silver strands off of his face, she leaned over, whispering in his ear, "Don't worry. You'll get what you always deserved, Draco Malfoy."
-*-
Dear Rebecca,
I have succeeded. I did bed him at last. I will need more procedures to make him fall for me, of course, but I have no worries. I am willing to risk everything to get my life back. And if not my old one, a new one.
Sincerely yours,
Hermione Granger
-*-
Rebecca had a grim smile all through the day after the letter. She was lightheaded, hopeful. There was a sudden urge to kill Malfoy today, but she knew he hadn't fallen for her yet.
"What're you smirking about?" Cleavers snapped at her. "Get back to the client files, so we can see if Madruger can have a trial or not. C'mon, Becca. This isn't a job for games."
"Yes sir," she murmured bitterly, looking a the files with a look of distaste. She loved being an Auror - but the fact that although she was well respected, she still somehow managed to get the lower jobs - such as looking through trial files...it was rare that she actually got to go to the action herself, excluding the many encounters with Death Eaters, she never really caught more than one a year or so.
Shaking herself, she furiously reminded herself that in a few weeks, she would be able to repay the person that had her parent's blood on his hands. She would break the rules, letting Hermione Granger free, but they were partners in crime now. It was as if she had never formed a stronger bond with anyone - the fact that they had both lost someone special because of Malfoy was what made the connection between them.
And she wasn't going to break the connection. She was sure that if Malfoy died in Granger's hands, she would be able to owe the former Hogwarts Head Girl her life.
-*-
They dressed silently for the meeting, but Hermione knew there was an intensity that hung in the air, hovering between them. It was working. He wouldn't look at her, but every so often she could catch a blush creeping to his cheeks, or he was away in thought. About her. It had to be. She had done the best she could to offer the best services sexually. And he hadn't been either. This was mocking Hermione, but she refused to accept that she liked sleeping with him. After all, what would Rebecca say? This was just a job. A job that was going to earn her life back.
-*-
He had met her parents, been so polite to them. But how was Rebecca to know that years later of their content, loving relationship, that he would decieve her? How? Tears were welling up to her eyes, and she lowered her head, the teardrops falling and smudging the ink on the files. There was no way to revive her parents from death - there was no way. But there was a way to get closure. It was what she had been fighting, what her job was meant to torture people for ...it was murder. She and Hermione would become murderers. Hermione had never been a murderer from the start. Rebecca could see in her eyes that she had never wanted to do it, that she would rather die than kill Ron, her best friend. But there was no way to bring Ron back either. The painful feeling was numbing Rebecca's flesh. She didn't want to think about death anymore. She was going to commit it soon, or rather, help commit it, and she didn't want to think about anything for a while. Sighing, she forced herself the eye the trial reports, her eyes wandering over them, but her mind pondering over what was going to happen next.
-*-
He lowered his lips to hers. "Are you okay?" he whispered, soon pulling away.
"Umm..." Hermione struggled to get up, but he locked her in his arms tightly. She let the feeling of warmth contempt her.
"Sorry about that - Nott's a jerk. I'll curse him...did the Crucio hurt you?"
"I am used to it, I shouldn't have loud-mouthed him...I think we should..."
He didn't let her speak. Instead, he grabbed her by the shoulders, kissing her like he had never done before. Softly, patiently, she responded to the kiss, a pang in her chest rising. Ron used to kiss just like this...and now he couldn't anymore. She ensued the kiss, shoving all thoughts out of her mind. It was quite a while before they pulled away from each other.
"We should...get back," she breathed.
"I guess so," he said.
-*-
As the months passed by, Draco found himself changing abruptly. The fact that he had every intention of keeping a mudblood safe disgusted him - but whenever he tried to push away the feeling that rose in his chest whenever he saw her, or whenever she smiled, made any movement, he just couldn't. It was soothing him to wake up in the morning, her next to him, naked, wrapped in his arms. And sometimes he could've sworn she would look at him with a flash in her eyes - perhaps she felt the same way. It was a weakness, a phase he was going through, and he loathed it. But he couldn't help it.
-*-Three Months Later-*-
Dear Becca.
He's broken. He's fallen head over heels.
It's time. Our turn.
Love,
'Mione.