DRACO P.O.V.
The damned sunlight that was coming through the blinds woke me up but I couldn't help but grin when I looked down. Our arms were wrapped around each other in a rather odd way as we were still handcuffed but that didn't stop us from lying together.
I looked down at the golden haired beauty in my arms and felt a rather possessive grin come over my features as I remembered that I was the one who took her last night, not Potter or Weasley.
The sun that was coming through was playing with her face and letting sunlight dance on her delicate shoulders. I could feel her warmth and skin pressed against mine and I cursed under my breath when I began to get turned on again. Last night had been incredible for me, despite my many other experiences with many other girls. Last night had been different, incredible, and memorable.
I brushed a piece of her hair aside and whispered domineeringly,
"She's mine."
END DRACO P.O.V.
I woke up as a whisper of breath washed over my face and slowly lifted my head to see two silver orbs boring down into mine. Blushing at the intenseness and that fact that we were completely naked I offered a shy smile.
"How are you feeling?" He asked instantly as we untangled our arms to make ourselves a tad bit more comfortable.
"Sore, but a good sore." I answered honestly.
He grinned and ran a finger over my shoulder as I saw something flash through his eyes.
"What?" I asked trying to look down at where his finger was.
It was then that I noticed a mark on my flawless skin and I looked up at him with a mockingly appalled look on my face.
"You marked me!" I cried out smiling.
"Shocking isn't it?" He asked smugly.
I smothered my laughter into his chest and reached for my wand to remove it when he caught my hand in his. I looked up at him confused and he drew my hand to his chest.
"Leave it." He whispered forcefully.
I narrowed my eyes playfully at him but screeched when he threw the covers off of himself and pulled us both up and out of the bed.
"DRACO!" I yelled when he pulled me to the window.
"Hermione!" He mocked me.
He pulled his right arm over my head so that my left one wrapped around myself but he still had a hold on me. He used his free arm and over wrapped that one on my waist.
"What if someone comes in?" I whispered when he began placing kisses on the back of my neck and shoulders.
He didn't answer me and I found myself closing my eyes in contentment, as we stood there completely nude holding each other. With our position I could feel his strength and muscles outlined against my skin and couldn't help but grin and think 'I can't believe he's actually mine.'
By the time we had actually finished getting dressed and walking down to the Great Hall, everyone was already seated. We slipped inside as quickly as possible and made our way to the Slytherin Table for breakfast.
"Morning Hermione, Draco." Blaise said sitting down next to me.
I was too happy to remember that I was extremely suspicious of Blaise so I smiled widely and replied,
"Good Morning."
He gave me a curious look and then smirked saying,
"You are looking absolutely radiant this morning Granger."
I blushed and looked down as I felt Draco pull me closer towards him.
"Hermione, we need to talk to you." A strong voice said behind me.
I turned around and looked to see Harry and Ron standing behind me with grim looks on their faces. Standing up with Draco I looked at them for a few minutes and then followed them out into the corridor.
"What's wrong?" I asked concerned.
"We think we might know who went through the infirmary." Ron immediately blurted causing me to widen my eyes.
"Who?" I asked instantly as Draco stepped up beside me in interest as well.
Harry gave me a purposeful look and I sighed while saying,
"Just say it."
"The same person you came to me about."
For someone reason I didn't take this by surprise, I actually had a feeling myself that it had to be the same seventh year.
"Why do you think that?" I asked him.
"Because he has a gash across his cheek and later Snape told us that when he apparated your parents away, he saw a cat claw one of the death eaters."
We stood in silence for a while until the bustle and hustle of students exiting the Great Hall interrupted us.
"Meet us in the Gryffindor Tower at eleven tonight." Harry instructed as we were all separated.
We were in Muggle Studies that day sometime later as the Professor was drowning on about how a boom box worked until something from the back of the room caught my eye, it was a long sword made of high carbon steel with a handle of black contoured wood and leather cord grip with inscriptions on it I couldn't see from my distance. It looked so strangely familiar that I couldn't help but nudge Draco and nodded my head towards the object but he just raised his eyebrows and went back to taking notes.
At the end of the class I pretend to drop my bottle of ink as the Professor called out,
"Make sure to lock up when you're done."
Draco gave her a strange look as she left and said,
"Lock up?"
Forgetting the 'dropped' ink on the floor, I rushed over to the sword and picked it up in my hand. Draco quickly turned towards me when he heard the twang of me picking it up.
"What are you doing?" He asked confused.
When I stared at it some more and scrunched my eyes together trying to remember where I had seen it from, I nearly dropped it but was lucky when Draco skillfully caught the sword in his hand. When I gave him an interested look he grinned and replied,
"Lessons with father."
I breathed in deeply when I turned back to the sword and Draco must have caught my horror struck look as he carefully leaned it back against the wall.
"What's the matter?"
"That's no ordinary sword Draco, that's the Eye of Balor."
"The Eye of what?" He asked thoroughly confused.
I gave an exasperated sigh and took a step back for superstitious safety reasons.
"Don't you ever pay attention in Professor Binn's history class?" I asked but didn't wait for him to respond as I continued.
"In primordial myth, before the coming of Man, Balor of the Evil Eye ruled as a great wizard-king over a monstrous race known as the Formorians. Balor was the son of Net, a god of death and destruction who granted him the power of a left eye whose sinister stare would sweep away all that it be thought. The left eye was immediately dubbed as the curse of the "evil eye" that appears in many cultures around the world, which came from the mostly forgotten legends of Balor."
I looked over at Draco who had his eyebrows raised high and he replied,
"Wicked!"
I nudged him in the ribs and sighed,
"Draco do you not understand? This was supposed to be a myth! And now the actual sword is brought to life, do you have any idea what the right person could do with this?"
He gave me and then the sword a calculating look before replying,
"So then what's the Professor doing with it?"
I sighed and shrugged my shoulders,
"I don't know either."
"Maybe she just has it as show Hermione, stop fretting."
"You ninny! A Muggle's history teacher in a wizarding school would know what this is and would not put it out for show, quote un quote."
"Well then what do you suppose we do about it Granger?" He drawled irritated.
"We need to go to Professor Binn's and ask him everything he knows on the legend of Balor." I responded and began walking back towards the desk.
When I felt Draco stop suddenly I turned around and saw him scanning the room alertly.
"What's wrong?" I whispered as he looked down quickly at me.
"Just thought I felt someone in the room with us." He admitted and continued standing tense and gripping his wand.
"Felt?" I asked teasingly.
He gave me a scowl that had me hiding my giggles behind my hand while I bent down and picked up my mess.
"C'mon, we've got Potions." I said pulling him out of the room, both of us unaware of the staring eyes that were glinting maliciously in the shadows.
Later that night in the Gryffindor common room, Draco and I relayed everything about the sword while Harry paced back and forth.
"Hermione you don't remember anything that Professor Binns said about it?" Harry asked rubbing his chin.
"He only touched on the subject for so long Harry, and it was only to explain some of the long forgotten myths of the Wizarding world." I explained calmly.
"When are you planning on going and asking him about it?" Ron asked leaning forward.
"I suppose it will have to be done tomorrow." I whispered while Draco sighed again.
"We should be going, early day tomorrow." I said standing up and trying to alleviate the pain for him.
Draco sprung up and without a backwards glance walked out of the tower.
"So is that how the three of you always seem to foil Voldemort's plans then?" He asked sometime later with a grin on his face.
"It usually takes more then just thirty minutes of discussing." I responded dryly.
When we were both sliding into bed I sighed and could feel a million thoughts whirling around my head as I tried to piece together the information.
"Are you still thinking about the sword?" He asked softly next to me.
I nodded my head and turned towards him in the dark as I drew in a deep breath.
"I just can't stop thinking about it." I admitted.
I could see the outline of a smirk grace his handsome features as a warm hand was gently placed on my thigh.
"I suppose I will just have to find a way to take your mind off of things." He responded and pulled me into a kiss.
DRACO P.O.V.
I snapped my eyes open early in the morning when I could feel my hair stand on end. Someone else was in the room with us or was getting closer. I detangled myself from Hermione and reached across to the bed table beside me and took my wand. When I looked back I saw Hermione watching me with a perplexed look on her face. I placed my fingers that were holding my wand to my lips to motion for her to be silent. She nodded her head and watched me move to the edge of the bed, as far as I could go just as the curtains began to darken with the shadow of someone behind them.
I raised my wand, ready to hex the person that appeared to protect Hermione and myself. Just before the curtains were about to be pulled back I heard the unmistakable voice of Potter,
"Ron you're stepping on my foot!"
I sighed and relaxed as I felt Hermione do the same next to me. I looked up with a sardonic eyebrow raised when the curtains were pulled aside. Potter and Weasley both jumped back when they caught me staring right back at them in a bored manner; clearly they weren't expecting me to be awake.
"Can we help you?" I asked dryly.
"Not anymore." Potter said put out.
"I take it you were hoping that he would still be sleeping so you would have a chance to talk with me alone?" Hermione asked beside me as she got up to kneel.
They both nodded their heads grudgingly and moved to her side.
"What's wrong?" She asked sensing their sad state.
"It's Professor Binns." Weasley said sitting down beside her and I had to bite back a growl.
"What? You talked to him already?" She asked eagerly sitting up.
"It's not that Hermione, we went to Dumbledore this morning to see if he knew anything about the whereabouts of Binns, and while eavesdropping on him and McGonagall we heard that Binns has actually just vanished." Potter said.
I looked over to see Hermione's mouth drop as she stayed in silence.
"Have any of the other ghosts said anything about what could have happened?" I asked breaking the silence.
Everyone gave me surprised looks and I rolled my eyes while leaning back against the pillows.
"We'll be back later." They both said and exited in whispers.
Hermione turned towards me with a sly grin on her face as she said,
"Why Mr. Malfoy, did something that was actually intellectual just come out of your mouth?"
She squealed in giggles as I pinned her beneath me on the bed and attacked her neck and throat with teasing kisses while my fingers tickled her sides.