Disappear… Coming Clean

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A sudden knocking interrupted their sleep. Draco (being stupid), simply waved his wand and the door opened. Harry and Ron stepped into the Common Room and stared. Ron clenched his fists and put a foot forward, but Harry's hand on his arm stopped him.

"What the hell?" Ron gaped, "You knew about this?"

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but Hermione muttered something and they turned to her.

"Who knew about what?" she asked.

"Harry- knew about… about… you and- and- and- Draco," Ron said.

"About me and-? Ron you've got it all wrong!" Hermione exclaimed, "You see, we-"

There was a loud crash outside the door and several curses. Hermione sighed… Another fight… damn it! She walked into the hall, however, to see three men hovering over Neville.

"Where is she?" they were demanding, "He commands her presence, now, and He will not wait."

I know that voice… that man's a Death Eater… on of Voldemort's favorites. I have to go… She put her arm out when Harry, Ron, and Draco moved to help Neville.

"It's me they want, so let me go," she said, walking out into the corridor, "I'm here."

"Ah… He has been waiting… He is rather angry at your absence, but He is sure you have a good explanation," the man said, "Come with us."

"Of course," she said.

"And what of him?" one of them said, turning to Neville.

"He won't talk… will you, boy?" Hermione spat. I had hoped I wouldn't have to do this…

Neville turned and when Draco nodded reassuringly, he shook his head vigorously. The men laughed.

"Very well… we will spare him," he said, "This time."

"Are we going or not?" Hermione snapped, turning down the corridor.

Neville was rushed into the Head Common Room moments later, and the four boys waited for Hermione to return and give them an explanation.

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"I trust you have a good explanation?" Voldemort said, eyeing her cruelly.

"Yes, milord," she said, kneeling, "Dumbledore was beginning to suspect… he was watching me like a hawk. I felt it best to stay behind."

"Ah, yes… Dumbledore… my old Professor," Voldemort's face twisted into a sort of grimace, "I understand… but we still must do something to ensure that you know when you are wanted."

"Sir," one of the Death Eaters stepped forward, "Perhaps administering the Dark Mark would be of use?"

"Yes, of course. Thank you," he said, "Come here…"

"No!" Hermione exclaimed, "I mean… it would only increase Dumbledore's suspicions if I showed I was in pain every time you summon your Death Eaters… I can't take very much pain…" she covered, brilliantly, "And besides…" she smiled, seductively, her insides twisting, "Do you really want to mar my skin with something so permanent?" As if! Harry will defeat you…

Voldemort chuckled. "Very well… come here, though, so that I may gaze closer upon your skin…" Hermione complied and fought back tears as one pale, claw-like hand encircled her wrist, "Leave us."

Hermione wished desperately that Snape was here and would come up with something, but to no avail. They left her alone with Voldemort… the monster who had caused so many to die, her parents among them. He pulled her into His lap and Hermione fought down the vomit as his mouth covered hers…

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She returned to her Common Room and ran past the boys into the bathroom, where she emptied the limited contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl. She emerged moments later and didn't even make it to the couch before she sank to her knees. All four boys rushed to help her over to the couch, where she sat down between Harry and Draco.

"Hermione… who were those men?" Neville asked quietly.

"They were… nobody, Neville," she said.

"They sure looked like somebody," he said, "Why did you go with them?"

"Because if I hadn't they would've killed you and me and anybody else they saw…" she said.

"Who were they talking about? Who commanded you presence?" Ron asked.

Hermione paled. "I'd rather not talk about it…"

"It's Him, isn't it?" Draco asked, "This has something to do with your stupid assignment."

"What assignment?" she chuckled nervously, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know very well what I'm talking about, Hermione," Draco said, narrowing his eyes.

"Well! I'm rather exhausted…" Hermione said feigning a yawn, "I think I shall retire."

She ran to her room and shut the door, leaving Harry, Ron, and Neville staring quite confusedly at her door. They turned to Draco, expecting him to give them an explanation. He just sat there, a bit confused himself.

"Don't. Even. Ask," he said, "Just- leave… I'll go talk to her."

They all left… only because they were afraid he would take a large amount of points from Gryffindor if they didn't. Draco glared at her door. He walked up to it and threw it open so hard that it actually cracked down the middle. Hermione looked up and he saw that she had been crying. All of his anger disappeared in that instant and he rushed to her bedside, kneeling next to her.

"What exactly is this assignment of yours?" he asked, gently.

"I can't…"

"DON'T tell me you can't, because I know that you can," he said.

Hermione sighed. No use denying it anymore… he saw you go with them.

"I guess I'll tell you… since you obviously won't leave me alone until I do…" she said, sitting up, "Every Saturday I go to Voldemort and his Death Eater meetings to gather information for the Order… and-and…"

"And…?" he urged, "Continue…"

"And…" she couldn't bring herself to say it, "I go to him as a… as- his…"

Draco got up and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. "Hermione, whatever it is can't be that bad. You can tell me anything."

"I got to Voldemort as… his- mistress," she whispered the last word as though it was a sin to say it, and turned her face away, tears streaming down her face, "Normally Snape is there and he stops Him before it goes very far… but he wasn't there tonight…" Her shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.

Draco felt a sudden bolt of fear shoot through him. He pulled her onto his lap and into a tight embrace. "It's okay… go ahead and cry," he whispered into her hair.

"I managed to escape before… before…" Hermione shuddered, "But I still feel sick… I can still feel his hands- his cold hands- everywhere… and- his mouth…" she shuddered again, this time more violently, "Draco- I feel…so dirty. I feel like I'll never be clean again. It was so disgusting… I don't want to go through that again…"

"Then you won't have to," Draco said, vehemently, "I'll talk to Remus and tell him you won't do it anymore…"

"No! Then Voldemort will know something is wrong…" she buried her face in his shirt, taking comfort from his strong arms wrapped around her, "I can deal with it. As long as it doesn't go… far- and I have you to come back to... I can deal with it. I'll just have to be stronger."

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know?" he said.

"I know… but I can't let the Order down," she replied, "They're all counting on me."

Draco sighed. "Just promise me that you'll be careful, okay?"

"I promise. I still feel filthy though…" she whispered, "I'm never- never- going to forget those hands… they were everywhere, Draco! He touched places… I think I'm going to throw up!"

She ran into the bathroom and did just that. Draco walked in behind her and held her hair back. She flushed it and crawled to the large bath, turning the faucets. Bubbles and foam and steam and perfumed water came rushing out of the assortment of nozzles. Without a thought about Draco she began throwing her clothes off. He turned around, respecting her modesty.

 When he heard a splash he turned back around. She sat down on the ledge and picked up a wash cloth. She began scrubbing at her skin until it was red and raw. She scrubbed so hard at one spot just above her breast that it began to bleed. Draco jumped into the bath, fully clothed, and grabbed her wrist.

"Stop," he said, softly.

"No! I need to be clean again…" she exclaimed, "Please… I'm filthy! You don't understand! He touched everywhere, Draco! His hands… and then- his mouth- Oh God!"

Draco pulled her to him, his hands stroking her back. "You're perfect…" he said soothingly, "You look just as perfect now as you ever did, Hermione. Even He cannot change that in my eyes."

She finally relaxed and let the wash cloth sink to the floor. She wrapped her arms around him, breathing in his fresh scent. She looked up at him.

"You're all wet…" she said, giggling.

"It's your fault," he grumbled, "If hadn't tried to scrub the skin off of your bones I wouldn't have had to jump in here in my clothes."

"Well, why don't you take them off then?" she asked, her eyes big and innocent.

Draco felt his eyebrows rise. He grinned and slid out of the bath, peeling his wet clothes from his body. He felt her eyes on him the entire time, and his grin widened. He slipped back into the large, swimming pool sized bath, and looked at her. She was blushing a deep scarlet and looking at the water.

"Come here, Hermione," he said, his voice a velvet caress.

She felt as though she was in a trance as she complied without hesitation. He grabbed her hands and pulled her into a deep kiss. He turned so that she pressed up against the wall of the bath and she slipped her arms around his neck. His hands held her hips and he pressed his body to hers, not demanding, but asking. He moved his hands up and down her sides, memorizing every curve.

"I'll erase his touch from your skin…" he whispered into her mouth.

All at once he crushed her mouth with his as his hands raced everywhere at once. One of his hands slowly made its way down her stomach to rest at her warm entrance. He plunged one finger in, making her gasp, and then two, pumping them in and out of her. She moaned and twisted, pushing into his hand. His other hand was at her left breast, massaging it. He moved it to the right one while his mouth replaced it.

He was torturing her! It had to be a dream… he wouldn't be doing this in real life! And better still, she wouldn't be letting him! But it wasn't a dream, and she knew it… so why wasn't she stopping him? Because you like him… a little voice told her, Or is it something more..?

"Draco…" Hermione panted, "Please… stop…" Draco stilled and looked up at her. She saw pain in his eyes and cupped his face in her hand, smiling at him. "We can't do this… we haven't even been on a proper date… yet."

Draco smiled and stood up. He kissed her gently. "Then I'll have to take you on one as soon as possible."

"How about tomorrow?" she asked.

"There's a little café in Hogsmeade," he said, "It's quiet, and not many students go there, so we won't cause too big of a riot?"

"Perfect," she said, "Now I think we should both put some clothes on and go to sleep."

He chuckled. "Right… clothes…"

They dressed quickly and stood in the bathroom. They looked at each other for a moment before they walked into Hermione's room and crawled under the covers. He wrapped in his arms and she went willingly.

"I'm glad you came clean," he said, quietly.

"Me too…" she said, not knowing that they were thinking of two different things- he of her confession, and her of the episode in the bathroom. "Me too…"

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