Wow I haven't posted in awhile! That's because I revised this whole story and rewrote a lot of the chapters. Well here it is...the eighth chapter. Hermione knows that Draco is mad at her because she told his secret, but what she doesn't know is that he is planning on leaving. Draco plans on leaving Hogwarts to train to become the next Dark Lord. He thinks that Hermione has chosen Harry as a boyfriend because of their previous actions towards each other. What he doesn't realize is that Harry, even though he loves her, told her that they could never be together because if they were together then she wouldn't be happy because she would want to be with Draco, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if she wasn't happy. What will happen? The only way to find out is to read what I am now about to write! Hope you guys enjoy it!
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Hermione walked into the common room she shared with Draco after her classes were over, and then walked to her room and put her books away. She hoped that Draco was calmer now and maybe she could try talking to him. She walked down the stairs from her room and walked up the stairs that led to Draco's room. She tried the door and found that it was still locked. She knocked softly.
"Draco? May I come in?" she said quietly. No response.
She finally decided that she had to talk to him so she said "Alohomora" and opened the door. She smiled when she saw him sleeping on his bed in a white tank top and plaid green and white boxers, clutching a moving picture. He was curled up in the fetal position with his mouth open and a bit of drool dripped from his mouth. She walked up to his bedside and brushed a strand of loose hair that hung in his eyes. He looked so cute and innocent when he slept. She removed the moving picture from his grasp, looked at it and laughed quietly. Colin came up to them one day and asked if he could have a picture of the first Slytherin/Gryffindor couple in history. Draco decided to be funny and gave her a nougie, which resulted in her making a funny face. She remembered that he told her she looked cute so he framed and kept it. She set the picture down on the dresser that was by his bed and turned her attention back to him. She reached out her hand to stroke his silvery blonde hair and was startled when his hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. He sat up, whipped out his wand and pointed it at her all in one swift motion. When he saw it was her he put down his wand, quickly let go of her wrist and scowled.
"My door was locked. That means I don't want you to come in my room," he snarled.
The Dark Mark looked dark and threatening on his forearm and she found herself stealing glances at it.
"Draco, you didn't let me explain," complained Hermione and Draco crossed his arms, and turned away from her.
"What's to explain, Hermione? Harry's not the Heir to Voldemort's Throne, you don't have any problems dating him. He doesn't have any parents so he doesn't have to worry about what they think. It's fine I don't care. I'm leaving Hogwarts anyways, so you two enjoy your time together," he said crossly.
"Draco," Hermione said. "The only reason I kissed Harry was because I thought he was dieing. He was holding my hand for comfort; he was in a lot of pain. I'm not dating Harry. We are best friends. Wait a second, did you just say that you were leaving?"
Draco suddenly turned to her with a look of desperation on his face, "You're not dating Harry?"
"No. I love Harry like a brother, Draco. I could never date him. I love you, Draco."
He put his head in his hands and started to curse at himself.
"Draco what's the matter? Why are you leaving?" asked Hermione.
"I thought I lost you to Harry Potter. That night after I took Potter to the Infirmary, I stayed and watched you through the window on the door to the Infirmary. I was so mad I wrote to my father and told him I wanted to be taken out of school so I could train to be the next Dark Lord," whispered Draco and Hermione gasped, putting her hand over her mouth.
"You didn't," she whispered and Draco nodded.
Hermione sighed and put her hands over her face. Draco grasped her wrists and pulled them away so he could look her in the eyes.
"What do I do?" he whispered.
Tears filled Hermione's eyes and overflowed onto her face.
"I don't know Draco. You just sealed your fate," said Hermione quietly as she started to cry harder. "I can't believe you did that."
"I was angry, Hermione," sighed Draco.
"You didn't wait for me to explain, you assumed," said Hermione.
"I know, I'm sorry. Come here sweetheart," Draco said as he held open his arms.
Hermione threw herself into his arms and sobbed as he stroked her hair and gently kissed the top of her head.
"What are we going to do about us?" Hermione asked. "I won't see you."
"No you won't. I'll try Hermione. I'll try to not be corrupted by them, but you know they will poison my mind," said Draco and Hermione sobbed even harder.
"Go to Dumbledore. He'll help you, you won't have to go. He can hide you. We can get married and I'll hide with you," suggested Hermione but Draco shook his head.
"No, he will find me. I have the Mark, Hermione. They will find me no matter where I hide. Voldemort will keep calling me."
"You'll forget all about me, won't you."
Draco kissed the top of her head, tilted her chin up so she could look him in the eyes and said, "I hope not."
"I love you Draco," Hermione whispered.
"I love you too," he replied.
Draco leaned in and kissed her fully and passionately on the lips. She kissed him back, grabbing the back of his head and massaging his scalp.
Suddenly Hermione broke the kiss and whispered, "Draco, I want you."
"Now? Are you sure?" asked Draco in surprise as he stroked her brown curls tenderly.
"Take it from me," said Hermione seductively as she put both of her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back onto his bed.
Draco undid Hermione's school robe, leaving her in a light blue tank top and the hip hugger jeans that she had worn underneath it. He noticed that she smelled like lavender as she bent down to kiss him. She tugged at his white tank top wanting it to come off. He raised his arms above his head and she pulled it off of him, exposing his muscular chest. She bent down to kiss him again rubbing her hands all over his body, down his chest and down his back. She stopped suddenly and gasped when she touched his back.
"Draco," she whispered as she felt the scar tissue on his back. "Turn around for a sec."
Draco turned around revealing three huge scars that ran down his back. It kind of looked like he had been scratched by an animal. He turned back around and looked down at his hands. He couldn't look at her.
"It looks like what happens when you've been under the Crutacious for too long. Did he give these to you?" she asked.
Draco nodded his head. Hermione didn't say anything, but instead pulled Draco into an embrace. After awhile of sitting in each others arms, Draco's hands pulled at the back of her tank top. She lifted up her arms and he slid it off and threw it to the ground. He kissed her neck and then her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. He proceeded to kiss down her body, kissing her flat, tan stomach as his hands played with her jean waistline. His fingers then traveled up her frail body and found her bra strap, unbuckling it and throwing her black, lacy bra to the floor. The two were so caught up with kissing and touching each other that they forgot to perform the necessary spells. Draco unbuttoned Hermione's jeans and she laid down on the bed as he yanked them off of her. Hermione got up and took off Draco's boxers as he worked on taking off her black thong. Finally when all articles of clothing were on the floor, Draco tenderly laid Hermione down on the bed and looked into her eyes.
"Are you ready?" he asked her and she nodded.
He thrust into her and she let out a yelp of pain. But as he started thrusting, her pain became pleasure and she soon started to grind along with him, picking up his rhythm. Their bodies were drenched in sweat as Draco toyed with Hermione's breasts and she cried out in pleasure and ecstasy. They both came at the same time and Draco pulled out and collapsed next to her, breathing hard.
"That was wonderful," gasped Draco as he turned to look at Hermione. She looked back at him and nodded. The two of them laid there for awhile in each others arms until finally Hermione got up and started to dress.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked her.
"I have another class to go to, and then I'm meeting Harry and Ron for dinner," she said as she pulled on her jeans and buttoned them. Draco sighed and also started to dress.
When Hermione finished dressing, she cleaned the blood stain on the bed away with a cleaning spell.
"Don't go Hermione," Draco suddenly said. "Stay with me for awhile longer."
Hermione shook her head and said, "Draco, I have to go to class."
Draco went over to her and put his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. She sighed.
"Will you please go to Dumbledore? You have to do something. Don't just go to the Dark Side like this," Hermione suddenly said.
"Hermione, I already told you. No matter what, they will find me. I have the mark," Draco said and he kissed her cheek.
"You can't! I won't let you!" Hermione said harshly as she shrugged Draco off of her.
"Sweetheart, I have no choice," Draco said softly as he made his way over to her and tried to put his arm around her.
Hermione shrugged him off again and said, "I want to hate you Draco, but I know that would be selfish of me. And even if I tried, I could never hate you, only love you. I will always love you Draco Malfoy."
And with those words spoken she brushed by him and walked out of his room sobbing.
(A/N: Tell me how I did on the sex scene. It was my first time writing one!)
Eight years later
"Mommy come and read me a bedtime story!" a six year old boy with blonde hair and blue eyes yelled from her room.
"I'm coming Nicholas, let me finish up these dishes," Hermione Potter called from the kitchen.
"I'll finish it up, hunny," Harry said as he approached and quickly kissed her on the lips.
Eight years had passed since the day that Draco told Hermione that he was leaving to become the next Dark Lord. After he left, she spent a lot of time missing him. A couple of weeks after he had left she found out that she was pregnant, with his baby. She ran to Harry and cried it all out to him and he comforted her. She let herself fall in love with him and right before graduation from Hogwarts, he proposed to her. Harry still loved Hermione even though she had a kid that wasn't his. They were married in the summer and Harry got a job at the Ministry of Magic at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office. They decided to get a Muggle house, using their wands occasionally if needed. Deep in her heart Hermione knew she still loved Draco even though she was married to Harry. No one ever found out who stabbed Harry, and no other attempts had been made. For eight years, nothing had happened. It seemed like Dark Magic had disappeared from the wizarding world altogether.
Hermione walked into Nicholas' room and sat down on his bed.
"What story do you want to hear tonight?" she asked and Nick got up and walked to his bookcase.
Hermione noticed that Nick inherited some of her traits, he loved to read and he was very smart. She also noticed that he looked more and more like his real father, Draco, every day. He inherited the blue eyes, the blonde hair, and even a bit of his temper.
"This one," said Nicholas as he handed his mom a book.
"The Three Dragons. We read this one last night hunny," sighed Hermione.
"I know, I want to hear it again," protested Nick.
"Alright," Hermione sighed and she opened the book to the first page as Nicholas snuggled under the covers.
"Once upon a time there were three dragons who lived in a cave. There was Father Dragon. There was Mother Dragon. And there was Little Wee Dragon..." Hermione started to read. "........Goldenhair ran out of the cave. She ran, and ran, and ran. She ran home. And she did not go to the three dragon's lair again." She closed the book.
"Mommy?" Nick sleepily mumbled with his eyes half shut.
"Yes, sweetheart?" replied Hermione.
"When will my real Daddy come back?"
Hermione sighed and glanced at the picture of her and Draco on Nick's bedside table. It was a serious picture of the two of them, Hermione was being held in Draco's arms and they were gazing into each others eyes. She gave it to Nick so that he would know what his real father looked like. Of course, Nicholas adored Harry. But because she was so deeply in love with Draco, she decided he had to know about his real father. She picked up the picture and held it.
"I don't know the exact day baby," she responded.
"Does he love me?" he asked and she put down the picture.
"Of course he does. Daddy just made a bad decision that caused him to go away for awhile," she responded.
Hermione felt tears come to her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. She knew that Draco was probably never coming back. But how long was she going to have to keep it from Nicholas? How long would she have to lie to him? How long until Nick will find out that his father is the Dark Lord? Hermione tousled Nicholas' hair, bent down and kissed him on the forehead.
"But he is coming back, right?" asked Nick sleepily.
"Of course," Hermione whispered as she gave him a shaky smile. "Now get some sleep."
Nick closed his eyes and snuggled into his covers. Hermione turned out the light and exited his room. As she exited she walked to the living room, where Harry had the TV on. When he saw her he patted the spot next to him on the couch. She smiled and sat next to him. He put his arm around her and she buried her head into his body.
"Nick is asleep," she said and Harry chuckled.
"Now we can have some fun," he whispered into her ear and she grinned.
"Harry, remember that Aging Potion we made in seventh year potions?" Hermione asked randomly.
"Yeah," replied Harry. "What about it."
"I wonder how Sarah Millburn turned out," stated Hermione.
"I dunno," Harry laughed. "Fat."
The two of them laughed but Hermione suddenly remembered that Nicholas was asleep and she put her finger to her lips. The two of them laughed silently for awhile remembering that day in Double Potions class.
"I wonder how Draco turned out," Hermione suddenly blurted out.
Harry sighed.
"I'm sorry Harry, it's just that I can't stop thinking about him. Nick reminds me every day of him."
"Hunny, he's evil now."
"I know," sighed Hermione.
Harry kissed the top of her head then asked, "Are you happy with me, Hermione?"
"Yes Harry," Hermione said and she kissed him on the lips. "What time are you going to work tomorrow?"
"Well I need to go in quite early because I have to finish up some paperwork," replied Harry.
"Oh, ok. When will you be home? Late like usual?"
"Probably."
"Let's go to sleep then, you have a long day tomorrow and I'm feeling tired."
"Alright," said Harry as he turned off the TV, and then got up and stretched. "I'm pretty beat myself."
Harry headed off towards their bedroom while Hermione turned off all the lights and locked the doors in the house. When she finished, she walked in their bedroom and saw Harry already waiting for her. She smiled and quickly changed into some pajamas. She climbed into bed and Harry turned off the only light that was on which was right by their bed. He put his arm over Hermione's waist and put his head by her neck, gently kissing the back of it. She lay with Harry for awhile, thinking how happy she was with him. Then Draco invaded her mind and she went to sleep with thoughts of him.
"Master, they are asleep," a high-pitched voice said and a large, muscular man with blonde hair and blue eyes nodded.
"Make your move Crabbe," snapped the man and Crabbe nodded. "Bring him to me."
An evil smile crossed the man's face and Crabbe shuddered. He hated when his Master smiled like that.
"Yes, Master," he said and he rushed out of the castle and into the night.
Harry slept soundly next to Hermione, and didn't wake to the small pop of someone apparating in the room. The figure got closer and closer to the couple, both unaware of the danger that they were in. The person whispered a spell and it shot out of his wand and hit Harry. Harry stopped snoring. Well he was snoring but the man had put a silencing spell on him. Hermione stirred and the man ducked down. Suddenly, he levitated Harry off the bed and brought him gently to the floor. A gag was placed in Harry's mouth and his wrists were brought together and bound by unbreakable, magic bonds. Harry woke up instantly. He tried to say something to warn Hermione, but he couldn't make any sounds. He tried to kick the figure, tried to get away but was hit on the head and knocked out. A blindfold was placed around Harry's eyes and he was lifted over the shoulder of the figure. The figure grunted and put Harry down. He muttered a Lightweight Spell then threw an Invisibility cloak over the both of them, and trudged back to the castle to deliver the famous Harry Potter to his Master.
HARRY'S POV
I woke up and was surrounded by darkness. It was cold and my hands were bound behind me. I became confused.
"Where the hell am I?" I wondered aloud and was surprised when a voice answered me.
"You are in the castle of Radoc Falmoy," replied a deep voice.
"Who the hell is that?" I asked and the blindfold was taken off my eyes.
The room was stone and cement with chains on the wall, and a hooded man holding a single candle stood above me. I squinted from my position on the floor to try to see his face but it was hidden in the shadow of the hood.
"I am Radoc Falmoy," came the voice.
I tried to stand up to see the man better, but he put a single hand on my shoulder and shoved me to the ground before I could stand.
"Stay seated," Radoc growled.
"Why am I here?" I asked harshly.
"Do not ask questions Potter. You will get them answered soon enough," came the man's response. "I just wanted to make sure you were conscious. My servant was a git and knocked you out. He's being punished as we speak."
A high pitched scream suddenly sounded from a few rooms down and I could see the man's evil grin from under the cloak. I shivered.
"You have something that I need," Radoc said directly.
"And what's that?" I asked as I tried to see the man's face again.
"You have strength Potter, you have power, more so than you know. That night when Lord Voldemort transferred his powers to you he gave you one special power that you haven't discovered yet. That is why you're here," explained Radoc.
"So you want my power?" I asked and Radoc nodded. "Well what if I say that you're never going to use it?"
A cold, disfigured hand suddenly shot out of Radoc's robes, reached down, grabbed me tightly around the neck and threw me up against the stone wall.
"I will use it whether you like it or not," Radoc snapped.
Radoc released his hold on my neck and I fell to the floor.
"So tell me Radoc," I started but he interrupted.
"Lord Radoc," he yelled.
"Ok, Lord Radoc, what is this power that you want so badly?" I asked.
Radoc emitted a low, evil laugh and said, "The power you pocess was given to you by accident from Lord Voldemort. You see, you weren't supposed to have this power, but for some reason it was transferred to you the night he tried to kill you. Whenever you confronted him when you were younger, he was trying to get his power back. He transferred to you a great killing power, Potter."
"How come I've never known about this power?" I asked.
"You didn't join the Dark Side, and we had to wait for the right time. The older the wizard, the stronger the killing power. Why do you think Voldemort was after you so much when you were young, Potter? He wanted you, needed you to join his ranks so he could steal the power from you or have you use it for him," said Radoc and Harry raised an eyebrow at him.
"So in order to use this power I need to join your ranks?" I asked.
"No," said Radoc with a little hint of a smile. "You see, this is what we have been studying for so long. We knew you wouldn't join the Dark Side so we came up with a different way. A way to transfer your power to me. The trick about doing it is that I also need the blood of an innocent girl and I need to wait until the next full moon to take the potion. That won't be for another, hmmmm, two weeks or so."
"So I'm to stay here for two weeks then?!?" I yelled.
"Well I thought it would be fun, yes," Radoc said enthusiastically as he gave me another evil smile.
"What about my wife?!" I yelled.
Radoc's smile broadened even more.
"You have a wife, Potter?" he asked.
"I do."
Radoc then emitted an evil laugh that made my blood run cold.
"Good, we'll use her," he sneered.
"Don't you fucking touch her!" I yelled in rage as I got up off of the floor.
"Oh don't worry, we'll take good care of her," said Radoc evilly.
"You fucking bastard!" I yelled as I took a couple of steps toward Radoc.
"Crucio!" Radoc yelled and I was hit with an extraordinary pain. It was worse than when Voldemort did it, and even that was pretty excruciating. I fell to my knees and the curse was lifted. "I told you to stay on the floor."
"Please don't hurt my wife. Goddamn it turn around, take down the hood, and face me like a man!" I half panted, half yelled and Radoc, who was just starting to leave, turned around suddenly.
"You want to see, Potter? Do you want to see what is under the hood?" he said harshly. "Feast your eyes!"
And with that he pulled back his hood and I gasped. Standing right in front of me was a man with blonde, straggly hair, cold, piercing blue eyes, hard features, and the unmistakable grin that gave it all away. It was Draco Malfoy.
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