The Hidden Secrets
A Hermione/Draco Romance
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I am not JK Rowling, nor do I have anything to do with Harry Potter besides fanfiction. I am not making any money out of this story, and I am not worth suing.


Chapter 4

Hermione sat at her desk, and stared at the couch. Now she had time to think back, she was actually getting quite embarrassed about her actions. What would have happened if she hadn't had the protection in her desk drawer? She hadn't had time to re-cast her protection spell.

The sound of a door opening made her look up. Draco walked through the connecting door, and closed it softly behind him. "You feeling better?" he asked.

Hermione nodded, and went back to staring at the couch. Draco followed her gaze and grinned. "It looks better as a bed, you agree?"

Hermione blushed, embarrassed, but managed to find a comeback. "Yeah... but only when someone suitable is around."

Draco put his hands to his face in mock horror. "You mean to say I'm not suitable?" he laughed. Hermione nodded, eyes sparkling. He dropped his hands and changed his voice to a sultry whisper. "Care to let me change your mind about that?"

Hermione stood up from her desk and turned her back. "I don't really think you can do that... once my mind is set to something, it's very hard to change it," she dropped her voice so that the tone matched Draco's.

Draco smiled to himself, eagerly taking the bait. "I think you'll find I can be very... persuasive... when I know what I want..." He walked up to her and put his arms around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head. She rested her folded arms on the top of his.

"Perhaps... but for now, maybe it'd be best if the doors were locked... and the portrait covered... we don't want any unwanted visitors now, do we?" she whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

Draco didn't respond, just picked up his wand and said a quick charm. The doors at once locked, and a black sheet dropped over the portrait. He lifted his head and turned her around so that she was facing him, took her face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly. Hermione had a feeling that this time would be different from every other time... with everyone else...

Her past was shameful, but when she was alonewith Draco, it seemed non-existent.

They broke off the kiss long enough for Hermione to transfigure the couch, once again, into a bed, and for Draco to lift her off her feet and deposit her softly, gently, onto the top of the covers.

Hermione was wearing a low-cut, button up shirt, and a decent mini-skirt. Draco slipped the fingers of one hand into the top of the shirt and flipped the buttons, revealing a white, lacy bra. He dropped his mouth from hers and kissed her throat, along her collarbone, dipping to her cleavage as his hand found the zip on the side of the skirt. He slid it down slowly, removing it in the one motion.

He looked up to see Hermione smiling at him, completely at bliss. He smiled as he slipped his free hand underneath her back and professionally unclipped the bra. She rose up to allow him to remove it completely, before reaching her arms behind his head and kissing him deeply.

He rid her body of the annoying fabric and gently cupped her smooth breast in his slightly calloused hand. The sensation was electrifying for both. He moved lower and kissed her stomach as he slid her underwear off and away. Lightly, she pulled at his shirt. "Get rid of it..." she asked him softly.

Obliging, he stood on his knees and removed his shirt, while Hermione sat up and undid his jeans, pushing them down over his hips. He lay back over her, pushing her down, and wriggled out of both them and his underwear completely, glad to be free of the restriction.

He reached into the pocket of his jeans, and retrieved a packet before discarding them completely. But, before he had a chance to don the contents of the packet, she was kissing him again, somehow flipping them so she was on top, running her hands down his hard chest.

"Wait... I haven't..." he started to protest as she came mighty close to rocking them together. "It doesn't... matter..." she spoke thickly, breathless. "I cast a... spell... I'm... safe... for another... three weeks..."

He groaned, tilting his head back as she moved high enough for the tip of his pulsing shaft to be at the very edge of her moist opening. She let out a groan as she rocked backwards, taking as much of him inside as she possibly could. She continued to rock back and forth, until Draco thought they'd completely left the world behind.

Using his legs, he flipped her back onto her back and took control of the rocking, pinning her hands by her head as he did so. Underneath him, she wriggled in exasperation. Heat coursed through her body, engulfing them both.

She groaned again louder, and arched upwards towards him as the orgasm shook her to the core. Draco continued to move, before he too hit the point of release and, when the tremors stopped shaking his body, collapsed, spent on the bed next to her.

Hermione started to giggle, softly at first, before it evolved into a full out laugh. "What's so funny?" asked Draco, on the verge of laughter himself. "That's the thing... nothing is!" she managed to say between laughs.

Draco just looked at her before he too started to laugh. And that's how they stayed for quite a while. Finally, when he looked over at her, she was asleep. He stood, neatened the bed and dressed, before leaving the room. He didn't want to disturb the little sleep she had.


The room was still dark, but now the steady rattle of a heavy door being opened invaded the silence. The sound of a struggle right next to him made him look up, but he couldn't see faces. He heard voices, one of which sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it in his mind.

When the struggle stopped, the clanging of chains told him that whoever the other person was, they were now tied back to the wall. Hollow footsteps sounded across the room, stopping in front of him. "It's your turn next..." spoke the empty voice. He guessed it was to him, and he soon realized he was right as two pairs of hands grabbed his arms and hurled him to his feet.

Somehow, he found the strength to call out a hollow, barely there, "No..." but they took no notice. The other person, his cellmate, screamed out. "Don't take him! Take me again! Don't take him! He doesn't deserve it!"

The walking stopped. He heard the two figures talking softly, before they continued dragging him out into the bright, blinding light. His cellmate screamed behind him still, "No! Ron, no!"


Ginny Weasley walked towards her weekend catch-up class, Divination, with a grim face. She hadn't ever forgiven Hermione for taking her brother away from her, and she was determined to find out what had happened if it killed her. That was the main reason she took the catch-up classes - she had to find something didn't she?

She rounded the corner and almost ran straight into Hermione, who stood looking as though she had been dragged through hell and back. She scowled, mostly out of habit, and glared at the older girl. "What do you want?"

Hermione looked over her shoulder to see if someone was coming, and finally swallowed her nerves. "I... I got an owl... from... from Ron. He... he wrote it the, uh, the day after they disappeared... I, um, only got it yesterday... I thought... um, that maybe... I thought you should have it..." She ignored the tears that started running down her cheeks. "I'll just, go, I guess..." She held out the crumpled piece of parchment to Ginny, who took it hesitantly, as though it were a fake.

Hermione looked at Ginny nervously, and saw that the girl wasn't going to say anything. She looked down and walked past her, trying not to cry anymore then she already was.

Behind her, Ginny opened the letter, read it, and sank to the ground in shock.


A/N: I'm leaving it there for now - I don't want a very long chapter so I'll leave you with this question... was Hermione telling the truth when she told everyone what was in Ron's letter?