A/N - I am posting this with no clue if people will even get notifications that this story has been updated. Personally, I have had no e-mails from fanfiction for over a month, and numerous complaints have solved nothing. To be honest, the situation has caused me to reconsider my use of this site, but I really don't want to move to another site. I downright refuse to use wattpad as it's full of thieves, and I've lost count of the amount of times people on this site have stolen my stories (in one case including my authors notes). I'm also no keen on AO3 for posting as I tried a few years ago to cross post my stories on that site and I simply didn't get any sort of response, and I know for a fact that I won't carry on publishing stories if I have no idea if people are enjoying them or not. I suppose for the time being, I will stay here and simply check my latest stories for reviews, but it's impossible for me to check all of my stories regularly and I can't help but think about the reviews I might be missing. Hopefully the situation will have been resolved before I have a longer story to publish (which is still some weeks ago as just as my writing was picking up after getting my new laptop, I was ill and am only just getting back into some writing). Anyway, if anyone does manage to find this tale, I hope you enjoy it.
A Family Affair.
A couple of days before the Christmas holidays began, the head dorms were ringing with the sounds of the head students having yet another argument. From the second they'd been housed together there had been nothing but tension between the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, and the Head Girl, Hermione Granger. The pair had never gotten along, but living together had brought all the tensions to the surface and barely a day went by when they didn't end up in a slanging match.
Although as the pair hurled insults at each other, Draco was battling with feelings that were anything but hate for the feisty Gryffindor. For longer than he would care to admit, Draco had been lusting after Hermione. Even though she was a muggleborn and the thought of getting involved with someone less than pure disgusted him, there was something about Hermione that drew him to her. She was a constant presence in his erotic dreams and thoughts and even when he was with another witch, he couldn't help but fantasise he was with Hermione.
Draco hated the fact that Hermione had gotten under his skin, and he was especially resentful about the fact they were now sharing dorms and he couldn't get away from her. Lying in bed he was vividly aware that she was just across the hallway, and try as he might, he couldn't get the image of her in bed out of his mind. Nor could he stop fantasising about her in the shower whenever he knew she was in the bathroom.
In short, being the Head Boy and sharing dorms with Hermione was a true test of Draco's character, and he was positive that someone with a weaker will then his would have cracked before now. Not that he wasn't tempted to just sod his principles and take what he wanted from the Gryffindor witch. Especially when she was yelling and shouting, which she was currently doing. Ironically, Draco fancied Hermione even more when she was having a go at him as she tended to let her guard down when she was mad. He'd always thought she was a witch who knew her own mind and wasn't afraid to stand up for her beliefs, but since sharing dorms, he'd discovered that she had a wicked temper and when they really got into it, she could hurl insults that could even put him to shame.
"You're nothing but an overgrown, immature, bigoted pasty faced arsehole," Hermione snapped, drawing Draco's attention back to their present fight.
"Pasty faced?" Draco chuckled. "That's rich coming from the girl with a bird's nest on her head."
"Is that the best you've got?" Hermione shot back. "You're so pathetic, Malfoy."
"Sod off, Granger," Draco snarled. "Why don't you take your frigid ice-queen persona back to Gryffindor Tower. Potter and Weasley might get off on being bossed around by you, but I don't. Unlike your moron friends, I have a mind of my own."
"Yeah, a pea size one," Hermione shot back.
"My pea size brain could outsmart you any day."
"And that must be why I'm top of the class. That must really kill you Malfoy. To be second best to someone like me."
"You mean a mudblood?" Draco spat, the old insult falling from his lips as he knew it was one of the best ways to get to Hermione.
"Bastard," Hermione cried, surging forward and swinging her hand towards Draco's face.
Due to his fast reflexes, Draco caught Hermione's hand a mere inch from his face. Clinging onto her wrist, he pulled her towards him and glared down at her.
"Care to try that again, Granger?" he asked in a low voice, trying to ignore the feeling of Hermione's breasts pressed up against his chest. Although he couldn't ignore the simmering tension between them and he suspected even Hermione could feel it.
"Bastard," Hermione repeated, mesmerised by Draco's eyes, which had tiny flecks of blue in them up close.
Pressed close to the blond Slytherin she could feel his minty breath on her face, and she was trying her hardest to ignore the clenching in her stomach and the arousal flooding her underwear. Much to her annoyance, Draco was her one weakness and try as she might, she couldn't rid herself of the pesky crush she'd developed on him. He was in her thoughts night and day and even though he annoyed the hell out of her, she desired him more than she'd ever desired anything in her life.
"I hate to disappoint you Granger, but I am most certainly not a bastard," Draco retorted with a smirk. "My parents had been married a few years before I came along."
"Let go of me," Hermione ordered, even as she made no move to try and get away from the Slytherin.
"I rather think you're liking this," he purred, catching a hint of fire in her brown orbs that had nothing to do with her temper.
"Never," Hermione hissed, this time trying to pull her hand free from his surprisingly strong grip.
"You're definitely liking this," Draco laughed. "Turns you on does it, being dominated?"
"Being touched by you turns my stomach," Hermione lied as she brought the hand Draco wasn't holding up and yanked on his hair.
"Damn bitch," Draco swore, letting go of Hermione's wrist by reflex.
"You have no idea," Hermione muttered as she turned away from the blond wizard.
"Don't you walk away from me, Granger," Draco spat. Spinning Hermione around by the shoulder, he grabbed hold of her and pushed her against the nearby wall.
"Let go of me," Hermione ordered in a low dangerous sounding voice.
"Make me," Draco challenged, leaning close towards Hermione.
For a minute neither of them moved and you could cut the air with the sexual tension sizzling between them. Then as if pulled together by an invisible string they surged forward and their lips connected in a brutal kiss. There was nothing soft and romantic about the kiss as they each battled for dominance, both of them desperately taking what they'd been denying themselves for so long.
Neither of them let themselves think as they continued to kiss, and even Draco's arousal making its presence felt did little to dampen their passion. If anything it merely reminded them of what they both wanted and Hermione tugged at Draco's shirt, sending buttons popping as she yanked it open.
"You'll pay for that Granger," Draco muttered, tearing his bruised lips away from Hermione's.
Before Hermione knew where she was, Draco had returned the favour and tore open her school blouse. He then smirked at her virginal white bra as he pulled it down, revealing her pert breasts. Hermione gasped as the cold air hit her exposed chest, but she wasn't cold for long as Draco's hands closed over her breasts and his body covered hers again as he reconnected their lips.
With actual physical contact, the pair couldn't contain their desires any longer. Both of them ignored the voices in their head telling them it was a bad idea to carry on. Instead they let their hormones take over, and they stumbled over to the sofa, unable to keep their hands and lips to themselves.
Collapsing onto the sofa, Hermione pinned underneath the Head Boy, Draco snaked his hand up under her skirt and ripped her knickers off. Plunging his fingers into the warmth between her thighs, the pair both let out appreciative moans. Hermione because Draco's fingers felt so good, and clearly knew what they were doing, and Draco because Hermione was wet and ready for him.
However, neither of them were in much mood for foreplay and Hermione certainly didn't complain when Draco unbuckled his trousers and shoved them down his legs. She barely had time to register the impressive package Draco possessed, before he was settled between her thighs and burying himself inside her.
"Bloody hell," she gasped as Draco plunged into her.
Draco barely gave Hermione a chance to get used to having him inside her before he flipped them over on the sofa and settled her on top of him. More than happy with the change of position, Hermione threw back her head with confidence and digging her nails into Draco's shoulders she began to move. Draco was mesmerised by the sight of Hermione riding him, her breasts bouncing perfectly in front of his eyes. Aware that Draco was enjoying the show, Hermione closed her eyes and gave herself up to the wonderful feeling of having Draco buried deep inside her.
Hermione's eyes only opened again when Draco shifted underneath her and she found herself being picked up by the blond Slytherin. Turning them around yet again, he pulled out of Hermione and turning her around, he bent her over the sofa. He then re-entered her from behind and wrapping his hand in her hair, he began to pound into her from behind. Digging her nails into the sofa, Hermione panted and groaned as Draco continued to move behind her.
A few minutes later the pair moved again as Draco turned Hermione back to face him and once again crashed his lips against hers. Lost in their passion the pair tumbled onto the floor, although it didn't stop them in their tracks. Eager for more of Draco, Hermione scratched and clawed at him, urging him deeper inside her. When one of her thumb nails dug sharply into his backside, Draco grabbed her wrists with a low growl and pinned them above her head.
"I told you that you got off on being dominated," he chuckled, leaning down and gently biting her right nipple.
"Git," Hermione retorted, even as her hips arched upwards to meet his eager thrusts.
"I love it when you talk dirty, Granger," Draco laughed, burying his head in Hermione's neck and sucking on the delicate skin of her collarbone.
Cursing when she realised that Draco was going to leave a mark on her skin, Hermione tried to wriggle her hands out of his grip. However, Draco was stronger than her and he easily kept her hands above her head as he continued to move atop of her. Finally, he released her hands, wanting his own hands for exploring Hermione's half naked body.
Seconds later, Hermione was pleased he wanted use of his hands as they slid in between them and expertly pushed her over the edge. While Hermione rode out her orgasm, colourful words spilling from her lips, Draco continued to move above her. However, try as he might he couldn't hold on with Hermione convulsing around him and with a low curse of his own, he gave himself up to his release and exploded in ecstasy.
Collapsing on top of Hermione, Draco took a couple of minutes to get his breathing back under control, before he rolled off her. For several minutes the couple lay in silence, each of them breathing hard to try and get their breath back. Almost as one they then turned to look at each other, taking in the state they were in. Both of them had torn shirts, Hermione's bra was pulled down and her skirt hiked around her waist, while Draco's trousers were still around his ankles.
"Shit," Hermione whispered. "This should never have happened."
Before Draco could agree to disagree, Hermione leapt up with purpose. Grabbing her wand, which had been lying on the coffee table, she fixed her shirt and straightening her bra, she fastened it. Summoning some new underwear she pulled them on and using magic to smarten herself up she was soon standing in front of Draco looking as smart and composed as ever.
"Granger," Draco began, not quite sure what he was going to say.
"Don't Malfoy," Hermione cut him off. "This never happened."
Without another word, she then turned and left the head dorms, leaving him lying on the floor, his trousers still around his ankles. Cursing himself for losing control, Draco yanked up his trousers and shakily got to his feet. There was no denying that he'd just had the best sex of his young life, and he knew that rather than scratching his itch where Hermione was concerned, he'd merely gotten her further under his skin. There was no way he was going to be able to forget her now, not now that he knew just what it was like to have her writhing underneath him in pleasure.
"You're so stupid, Draco," he muttered to himself as he began to pace the floor to try and get his head sorted.
Unusually for Draco, he felt the need to talk about his feelings, but he was at a bit of a loss as to who to talk to. His friends would never understand his desire for Hermione, and as leader of their little gang, he knew he would lose face if it ever got out he'd bedded a muggleborn. His father was also out of the question, as not only was Lucius not in Hogwarts, but he would kill him for dallying with Hermione. And heaven help him if he'd gotten her pregnant as it was only just occurring to Draco that they hadn't used protection in their haste to get down to it.
Deciding he only had one option, as there was only one person he could think would possibly understand what he was going through, Draco pulled himself together and left the head dorms. Scurrying down to the dungeons, Draco made his way towards the Potions classroom. Entering the classroom, he slipped past the desks and headed straight towards the door that connected with Professor Severus Snape's office. However, before he had a chance to raise his hand and knock on the door, he heard a very familiar voice coming from his godfather's office.
"I'm telling you, I need to speak to him tonight."
Pressing his ear against the door, Draco frowned at the voice of Hermione Granger. However, he got more confused when he heard Severus replying, and talking to Hermione as though they were friendly.
"I can't promise anything, Hermione."
"Please Severus," Hermione begged. "I need to speak to my father."
"I'll get in touch with the manor," Severus replied. "Lucius did say you could visit anytime."
"I know, and I need to visit now."
"I'll try, but you know the coast at the manor has to be clear. You can't just go wandering around in case someone sees you."
"I know," Hermione conceded. "But please try your best."
"You know I will, and you know Lucius will do what he can to ensure you can visit the manor. But is there a reason for your haste? Is it something to do with Draco?"
"Please Severus, I don't want to talk about it. I just need to see my father."
Not waiting to hear what else was being said, Draco lurched away from the door, a sick feeling building in his stomach. Replying everything he'd just heard in his head, he came to the horrifying conclusion that he'd just slept with his sister. Lucius was clearly Hermione's father, and now she was desperate to see him after what had happened in the head dorms.
Shaking and feeling terrible, Draco sprinted out of the classroom and only just made it into the boys' bathroom in time to deposit his dinner into the toilet. Feeling light headed and totally disgusted with himself, he sat beside the toilet for several minutes, trying to come to terms with the fact he'd just had sex with his unknown half-sister.
As he tried to work out what to do next it suddenly occurred to him that while he had been oblivious to their connection when they'd been tearing each other's clothes off, Hermione hadn't been. The second they'd finished, she'd rushed down to the dungeons, begging to see Lucius, however the fact they shared a father hadn't stopped her back in the head dorms. She'd wanted Draco as much as he'd wanted her, he was sure of that, and she'd most certainly been a willing partner in what they'd just done. But why the hell would she knowingly shag her brother?
Deciding he needed, and deserved, answers from both Lucius and Hermione, Draco pushed himself to his feet. Stopping long enough to have a drink to clean his mouth out, he stormed back along to Severus's classroom and this time he didn't bother knocking as he stormed into his godfather's office.
"Draco!" Severus couldn't keep the surprise from his voice as Draco crashed into his office without warning. "What are you doing, don't you believe in knocking any more? I could have been busy."
As it was, Severus was just sorting through some old books, but since the door to his private quarters was also open he could have been doing anything.
"I need to speak to father," Draco announced, not bothering to explain his abrupt entrance.
"Now?" Severus asked with a frown, well aware that it was not a good time for Draco to be trying to talk to his father. "What's happened? Is it important? You know you can always talk to me, don't you?"
"I did think so, but I'm not so sure any more," Draco retorted coldly, giving Severus a disapproving stare. Given the fact Hermione had gone straight to him, it meant Severus also knew what was going on, and was another person who had been lying to him.
"What is going on Draco?" Severus asked warily, easily able to tell that something major had rattled Draco as he was usually so composed.
"I need to speak to my father," Draco repeated sharply.
"I don't think that will be possible, perhaps..."
"Now Severus," Draco interrupted rudely. "Either get me a floo connection home, or else I will walk out of this castle right now, leave the grounds and apparate home."
Severus was silent for a few minutes as he studied his godson and decided he was deadly serious. It was clear to Severus that he would be going home either way, so it just remained to be seen if he was going to help him. The problem was if he helped his godson he wouldn't have time to warn anyone at the manor trouble was heading their way, but if he didn't help Draco, he knew he would lose his godson's trust completely.
"Look, I don't know what's going on, but I do think you need to calm down," he said soothingly, stalling for time. "Whatever the problem is, rushing home in a temper isn't going to help anything."
"You have no idea what you're talking about," Draco snarled. "Just let me go home."
"Please Draco, don't do anything you might regret," he urged as he reluctantly re-activated the floo in his office.
"It's too late for that," Draco snorted, grabbing some floo powder and disappearing into the emerald flames without giving Severus a second glance.
When Draco emerged from the fire at Malfoy Manor he failed to notice the silvery doe patronus Severus had managed to send with him, emerge behind him and run from the room as he was too caught up in his own thoughts. He might have seen it if he'd exited the room straight away, but one of the house elves instantly appeared at the activation of the floo. If the elf was surprised to see Draco, it didn't show on it's face.
"Where's my father?" Draco demanded, cutting off the elf's effusive greeting.
"In the main living room, master Draco," the elf replied. "But he is not to be disturbed."
The second the elf revealed where Lucius was, Draco was striding towards the door, and he barely registered the elf's protestations that Lucius was not to be disturbed. Luckily the elves knew better than to interfere in family matters, so he let Draco leave without an argument. If questioned, he could say he told Draco not to disturb Lucius, and Draco would back him up. But unless the elf was going to physically restrain Draco he was going to see his father.
Unaware that his father had at least had a brief warning of his arrival, Draco crossed the large marble entrance hall and flung open the doors to the main living room. Lucius was standing beside the fireplace, a glass of fire-whiskey in his hand, while Hermione was sitting on the nearby sofa. Seeing red at the sight of the pair of them, Draco slammed the doors shut behind him, not noticing a shadowy figure sitting on a chair behind him.
"Draco," Lucius greeted his son, his voice calm and serene almost as if he was expecting him.
"You lying, cheating bastard," Draco spat at his father. "How could you do that to mother? How could you do that to me?"
"Do what?" Lucius asked with genuine bewilderment. Thanks to Severus he'd been prepared for Draco's arrival, but his old friend had been unable to tell him what his son's problem was.
"Her," Draco snarled, gabbing his finger in Hermione's direction.
"Excuse me, I have a name," Hermione cried in indignation.
"Oh, I can think of plenty of names for you," Draco sneered. "Did it amuse you to mess with me like that? Or did it turn you on, shagging your own brother?"
"What?" Lucius exploded as Hermione shook her head and made a gagging sound.
"Don't act so innocent, I know everything," Draco snorted. "I heard her with Severus, begging to come and see you. Come and see her father. But did she tell you what we've just done? Has she gotten around to telling you that not half an hour ago we were shagging like bunnies in the head dorms? I bet you're so proud, Lucius. Your two children get along so well they're damn well sleeping together."
"I can't recall any sleep," Hermione remarked, having seemingly regained her composure.
"How can you stand there so calm?" Draco demanded. "You knew who I was, who we were to each other, and you still did it. You had sex with me knowing I was your brother."
"I hate to burst your little bubble Draco, but you've got this all wrong," Hermione said calmly. "Lucius is not my father."
"Damn right, I'm not," Lucius agreed with a forceful nod. "And how dare you accuse me of such a thing, Draco. You know how I feel about your mother."
"I know what I heard," Draco insisted, barely able to believe his father and Hermione were trying to wriggle off the hook. "You ran from the head dorms, straight down to Severus begging to see father."
"I did," Hermione confirmed with a nod of her head. "I was begging to see my father, not yours. However, to see my father, I have to go through yours."
"Your father?" Draco echoed as it started to occur to him that he may have jumped to a few conclusions. "Who is your father?"
"That would be me," a voice from behind Draco replied.
Whirling around, Draco almost collapsed in shock as for the first time he realised there was someone else in the room. And not just any old wizard, but a very important one indeed.
"My Lord," he muttered warily. "I didn't realise you were here."
"That was very obvious," Voldemort remarked with a chuckle as he rose to his feet. "Although now I see what Hermione's urgency was in wanting to tell you the truth," he added, his gaze fixing itself on Hermione.
"Bloody hell," Draco hissed, collapsing onto a nearby chair as it suddenly hit him just how much he'd revealed about what he and Hermione had done that afternoon.
"Yeah, thanks for that Malfoy," Hermione hissed. "It wasn't at all embarrassing having you shouting about my sex life."
"I'm sorry, I thought that you.. that we..."
"I know what you thought," Hermione interrupted, saving Draco from saying anything more to embarrass them both as he seemed to be struggling with his words. "We all know what you thought. And for the record, if I did have a brother, I would not do with him what we did this afternoon."
"I should hope not," Voldemort tutted. "And I do hope the pair of you used protection. I am not going to become a grandfather at this moment in time, is that clear."
"Ah.. we… I..." Draco stuttered, unable to meet Voldemort's gaze as he struggled to explain how they'd forgotten protection in the heat of the moment.
"It's all sorted," Hermione said, smoothly taking charge. "I will not be falling pregnant as a result of this afternoon's events."
"Good," Voldemort said with a nod. "Since Draco is now here, I can grant you your request to inform him of the truth, Hermione. I will leave it to you to explain the ins and outs when you get back to school. And as for you Draco, we will have a talk over Christmas."
"Yes, My Lord," Draco said with a hasty bow of his head. He wasn't sure if Voldemort wanted to talk to him about the fact Hermione was his daughter, or the fact they'd slept together, but either way he couldn't imagine it would be the most pleasant of conversations for him.
"I should be going now Lucius, I take it you can ensure Hermione and Draco get back to school safely," Voldemort said as he headed towards the living room doors.
"Of course, My Lord," Lucius replied with a bob of his head.
"Hermione, we will also be talking over Christmas," Voldemort warned. "Oh, and Draco, if you breathe a word of any of this to anyone, I will personally skin you alive. Hermione says we can trust you, so lets hope she's right."
Draco muttered a reply to Voldemort as the dark wizard swept from the room. Slowly turning to face his father and Hermione, he found them both looking at him with barely contained ire. Lucius especially looked like he was about to blow a gasket, and quite honestly Draco couldn't blame them. Not only had he accused his father of being a cheat and having a secret love child, but he'd accused Hermione of knowingly shagging her brother.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Truly, I am so sorry. I just heard Hermione talking with Severus and jumped to all the wrong conclusions."
"That sort of leaping to conclusions is epically stupid," Hermione snorted. "It's the sort of thing I can see Harry and Ron doing. I thought you had more sense."
"So did I," Draco muttered. "But you bolted so quickly afterwards, and then I heard you with Severus and you sound so desperate to speak to your father."
"I was desperate," Hermione said. "I've known since early in the year that keeping this secret from you was going to be too hard. I was planning on talking to my father over Christmas and getting his permission to tell you the truth. But after this afternoon, I knew it couldn't even wait the few days to the holidays. I knew it would happen again, and I didn't want too much to happen before you knew the truth. I didn't want to start anything with lies between us."
"So this afternoon wasn't a one off?" Draco asked with a small smile, focusing on the positives of the situation.
"I don't know, it just might be now," Hermione retorted. "After all, you seem to think I'm the sort of depraved tart who would shag her own brother."
"I'm sorry about that," Draco muttered, feeling as though he'd done nothing but apologise in the last couple of minutes. "I wasn't thinking clearly, and I jumped to some pretty radical conclusions."
"Why weren't you thinking clearly?" Hermione asked.
"I've been fighting my attraction to you for so long, long before we shared dorms," Draco explained. "And then today my control broke, but I knew it wouldn't be the last time it did. Rather than get you out of my system, I realised I'd just dug myself even deeper. I hated myself for giving into my lust and bedding a muggleborn, but at the same time I knew I would do the same again if given half the chance. I needed someone to talk to, which is why I was down in the dungeons to talk to Severus."
"And then your heard our conversation and everything just seemed to go from bad to worse," Hermione said softly. "I can't say I'm happy with the fact you thought I could be so depraved, but I can see where the confusion occurred."
"I can't," Lucius huffed. "Okay, maybe I can," he conceded when Hermione gave him a hard stare. "But you still should have known me better, Draco," he said quietly to his son. "You should know I would never have done that to your mother. And if I did have another child out there, I wouldn't have hidden it from you or your mother. And what about Severus, do you really think he would have covered for me if I had a secret love child?"
"I don't know, I wasn't exactly thinking clearly," Draco muttered. "I think we can all admit, I've made a massive fool of myself. And in front of The Dark Lord as well."
"If I were you, I'd be more worried that you've just admitted to taking his daughter's innocence," Lucius said with a smirk. "And from what you implied, it was hardly the most romantic encounter."
"Please, my innocence is long gone," Hermione snorted as Draco muttered about being dead and dropped his head into his hands. "And while Draco said far more than I would have wanted my father to know, we can deal with it and move on."
"If I survive long enough to move on," Draco grumbled.
"Of course you'll survive," Lucius snorted. "Now get back to school before you both get into trouble. And Draco, we'll talk properly over Christmas."
Draco winced as thought about what an un-merry Christmas he was in for as he faced Voldemort, Lucius and quite likely his mother. Apologising yet again to his father, he followed Hermione back to the designated floo room and followed her back through the floo to Severus's office. His godfather was sitting at his desk when they arrived back, and even though he didn't ask any questions, his arched eyebrow revealed his curiosity about what had transpired at the manor.
"You may as well tell him, he's going to find out," Hermione said, perching on the edge of Severus's desk.
"Great, more people to know what a fool I've made of myself," Draco grumbled, before taking a deep breath and turning his attention to Severus. "I needed to speak to my father as I'd been outside your office earlier and I heard Hermione asking to go to the manor and visit her father. I overreacted and thought she was going to see my father."
"I guess I can see why you might have been suspicious," Severus conceded. "But that doesn't explain the state you were in. You've never seen you so riled up."
"That was because he thought he'd just shagged his sister," Hermione supplied with a shrug.
Severus's eyes widened in disbelief as his head swivelled between the two teenagers. When he finally seemed to accept that Hermione was not joking with him, he nodded briefly as the pieces started to fit together. Something had happened between Hermione and Draco, and Draco had sought him out to talk about it. However, he'd overheard his conversation with Hermione and jumped to all the wrong conclusions.
"I take it you managed to share all this with your father," Severus said to Draco, who nodded in response.
"And mine," Hermione snorted.
"Oh," Severus muttered, his eyes widening yet again as he gave his godson a sympathetic look.
"Oh doesn't quite cover it. I'm in hot water over Christmas, and Mother doesn't even know what's happened yet," Draco grumbled. "Someone kill me now."
"It's very tempting," Hermione remarked with a chuckle. "But I'm sure you can get yourself out of trouble. Your parents might be miffed by your thinking, but they're hardly going to disown you. As for father, he'll likely give you a talking to about messing me around, but since I was begging him to allow me to tell you the truth before you arrived, he'll let you live."
"I hope you're right," Draco said wearily. "Although talking about telling me the truth, I still don't know much. All I know is that you're The Dark Lord's daughter. I don't know how you've come to be here as a muggleborn, or what you're trying to achieve being Potter's friend and saving his life every ten minutes."
"I hardly think I've saved him that many times," Hermione chuckled.
"You've saved him a fair few times," Draco retorted.
"All an act to keep his confidence, I assure you," Hermione replied. "As for why I'm here as a muggleborn, it's for my own protection. When father vanished mother didn't know what to do, and since my parents were already wary of Dumbledore finding out about me, she took me and hid. It was hoped that it would only be temporary, but as time moved on and it became clear that it was going to take time to get father back, a plan was formed to send me to school as a muggleborn. That way, no-one would ask any questions about me background."
"Sneaky," Draco conceded with a nod. "But what about Potter? Why befriend him?"
"It wasn't intentional at first," Hermione admitted. "And I don't know if you recall, but we were not friends at first. To be honest, I would have been happy to keep it that way, but then Severus delivered a message to me from my mother, asking me to see if I could get close to Harry. Your father had finally found a way to bring my father back, and for that to work, we needed Harry's blood. It took four very long years, but finally everything fell in place and we were able to restore my father to his old self."
"So you had to keep Potter alive until then, but The Dark Lord came back over two years ago," Draco pointed out. "Why haven't you killed him since then. Surely you could lead him into any trap you desired."
"I could, and hopefully will, when the time is right," Hermione replied. "However, we're currently looking into the possibility that Harry could have some sort of immunity to the killing curse since he survived as a child. No-one else has ever done that, so the side-effects aren't yet known. Until we know if he can be killed, my father doesn't want to take any chances. So for now, I keep in with him and pass along any information that could be useful. And when we have some answers, I'll be in the perfect position to help lead Harry to his doom."
"And for you to manage that, I need to keep quiet about what I know," Draco said. "You can count on me, I won't say a word."
"I never thought you would," Hermione assured him with a grin as she hopped off Severus's desk. "Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm hungry. I'm going to grab something to eat and then head to bed."
"What happens between us?" Draco questioned, grabbing hold of Hermione before she could leave his godfather's office. "After this afternoon, after we you know."
"Shagged like bunnies?" Hermione supplied, reusing the phrase Draco himself had used back at the manor.
Draco winced at Hermione repeating his own angry words back at him, but he managed to nod his head. Despite it all, he didn't want earlier events to just be a one off.
"Right now, I'm in no mood for a repeat performance, but who knows what the future will hold," Hermione replied with a shrug as she opened Severus's door and after checking no-one was around she slipped out into the corridor and vanished from sight.
"Shit, I think I may have blown it," Draco muttered.
"I very much doubt that," Severus remarked with a chuckle. "She could have waited until the holidays to talk to her father about you, but yet she came straight to me and demanded to visit him. She did that for a reason, Draco. She likes you. But right now, you have to win her back around. By jumping to the conclusions you did, you hurt her. I know she doesn't seem hurt, but I've known her since she was a little girl, and believe me, what you accused her of will have hurt."
"So how do I fix it?" Draco asked, rather surprised to find Severus had known Hermione for so long.
"By being patient and proving yourself to her," Severus replied. "Show her that you can be trusted, and one moment of stupidity doesn't define you. Own your mistake and learn from it. And whatever you do, do not push her. Hermione is the most stubborn person I've ever met, and if you push her, she'll stay away just to spite you. It might take time, but if it's what you really want, you can work it out."
Thanking Severus for the advice, Draco departed his godfather's office and headed back to the head dorms at a sedate pace. Thanks to rushing off the way he had, he had bridges to mend, not just with Hermione, but with Voldemort and his parents. However, Draco was determined to fix things and prove that he could be trusted to keep Hermione's secret. And he was damn well going to win Hermione back around. Now that he'd been with her, and knew how amazing she truly was, he was going to do everything in his power to make her his. Until then, the memories of their afternoon of passion would have to do. But one day, hopefully soon, he would once again know what it was like to be intimate with her. And if he played his cards right, he would also be right by her side when she helped her father bring down Potter and ruled as the dark goddess he now knew she was..