The wait is ova, the wait is ova

I am back with another update. As you can see my other two stories are on hold, but that is only temporary. It's just until I get to a good resting point with M&M.

Um...with this chapter I must say that uh from now on I am going to hold nothing back. I've never mislead anyone into thinking that this story will be cheery and the type of story your mom would approve of. This is a dark and sexual story do remember that...

I must say that this chapter almost went in an entirely different direction.

I hope I don't dissapoint.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING

"Penelope…"

She clenched her jaw in anger at being back at this place again. Her heart beat like bird wings beneath her skin. It felt as if her entire body had been emptied out, except for her heart, its solo drum vibrating throughout her entire form.

"Penelope."

She jerked her head to the left to look at Ron as she realized that he had been calling her this entire time. She had almost forgotten what her "name" was.

"It's going to be okay-"

She looked away, throat thick with emotion as she processed his words.

"Hey, look at me," he whispered.

She glanced at him.

"It's going to be okay. Everything's going to be alright…"

Hermione wanted to believe him more than anything. How could she not when he looked at her with such reassurance?

"I'm here. I'm here and…Dudley's here-"

Hermione flinched and looked away. She didn't even want to think about "Dudley".

"Penelope…"

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He swallowed, a worried look crossing his features.

"What happened between you two…while I was gone?"

She looked away again. She had hoped that Ron hadn't caught onto the tension between she and Harry. She could still feel Ron's eyes on her for a minute or two before he reluctantly looked away. Hermione pressed her lips together as they neared the gate. Her feet practically dragged along the ground as they were hauled up the long walkway. She whipped her head around, looking over her shoulder at the scenery behind them. She stared with longing, knowing that she would probably never see it for a very long time. Hermione glanced up at the darkening sky before turning back around. She tightly clenched her fists, staring up at the huge mansion with a look that could kill.

Hermione's throat became frighteningly dry as her eyes fell on the wild, dark tresses that sat atop Bellatrix's head as the older witch pressed her face against the gate, eager. Hermione's shoulders heaved with panicked breaths as the long haired snatcher, Scabior was what one of the others called him, pressed Harry's face into the gate. Hermione couldn't really see what was going on, but she did see him push Harry's hair back. It was silent as the crazed witch stared at Harry before she finally spoke in a hushed voice, her words almost coming out like a hiss.

"Get. Draco."

Hermione's eyes were fixated on the table beside them as they all waited for him. No, he couldn't even get their inevitable meeting over with. He had to take his sweet time, allowing her mind to run wild with worst case scenarios. Bellatrix's heels clicked along the floor as she paced back and forth, her eyes trained on Harry, who was now in Greyback's grasp. The long haired snatcher had moved behind her now, his grimy fingers digging into her skin where her shoulder and neck met. His hard chest was pressed into her back, making her cringe with every breath he took.

Narcissa sat in a chair near the empty fireplace, looking much better than the last time she had seen her, Hermione noted. The older witch's gaze was fixated on Hermione with an almost soft expression. Hermione shuddered as she thought back to the last time she was here. Lucius's gurgled gasps for breath still plagued her thoughts. If Hermione closed her eyes, she could still see the blood on the bed covers and hear Narcissa's pained cries. A voice broke her morbid train of thought.

"He's the only one ya need, right?"

It was him, the snatcher; Scabior. He was speaking. Hermione watched as Bellatrix narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out where he was going with this. Hermione, however, caught on quickly as he pressed into her some more, his fingers rubbing against her collar bone as he stuck his nose in her hair and inhaled. She looked to Ron and Harry in panic, both of them struggling against their captors' grips as they too caught on.

"You don't need 'er…right," he probed.

Hermione gasped as his fingers dug into her hair. Hermione was focused on him, this frightening snatcher who had taken a disturbing interest in her. She was too focused on the way he subtly pressed his pelvis against her behind and the way his left hand dug into her arm. She was focused on the way Ron and Harry protested, trying to dissuade Bellatrix from whatever answer they thought she was going to give him. Hermione was too focused on Bellatrix herself as she watched the older witch stare at the two of them with calculating eyes.

Hermione was too focused on what was happening that she didn't hear the footsteps outside of the door. She didn't hear the whisper of the door as it was opened. She didn't feel the slight whoosh of air that came through the room as it shut, sending a cold chill and ruffling her unruly hair. She didn't even hear it shut. She didn't hear the echo of footsteps that resonated throughout the room as they slowly moved across the floor. She didn't hear Harry's sharp intake of breath as he noticed what she did not. Hermione didn't even realize that goosebumps had broken out over her skin and that her hairs had begun to stand on end, her body automatically reacting to his presence before her mind had caught up.

She only noticed when Scabior's words were suddenly cut off, a pained gasp escaping his mouth before he coughed. His grip on her loosened and Hermione jumped as specks of blood flew past her before more landed on her shoulder and in her hair. She shuffled to the side in fright as the snatcher collapsed beside her, blood pouring from his mouth like a fountain. A dagger was still lodged into his neck and his blue eyes were blank as they stared at her, his body jerking. Before Hermione had a chance to even move, a firm, muscled arm snaked its way around her neck, pulling her back into a broad chest.

She reached up in panic, fingers clawing at his skin, but immediately stopped and let out a fearful gasp as his grip tightened. She could feel his calm heart beat against her back, a contrast to her own erratic one. That all too familiar scent clouded her senses as he brushed her hair to one side with his free hand. Hermione let out a startled gasp as his mouth latched onto the skin of her neck. Hermione squirmed in his grip as his teeth gently grazed her sensitive flesh. She faintly recognized that there was some sort of commotion going on.

"I told you…I'll kill anyone who tries to take you from me," he whispered.

He finally loosened his grip and spun her around in his arms as she lifted her head to glare up at him.

Hermione had read many romance novels where the main character spoke of time freezing. Hell, Hermione had actually frozen time once, but nothing had prepared her for this. Hermione had seen those icy eyes in her dreams almost every night. She had kissed those sinful lips, touched that envious hair. His black suit hugged him perfectly, as if caressing his lithe form. His appearance was a stark contrast when compared to her own. It appeared that these last few months had had opposite effects on them both. Months on the run versus months in a mansion was bound to do that. For months Hermione had imagined what she would say to him over and over again whenever they would eventually cross paths. Now, she was at a loss. She stumbled back as he took a step forward, stepping over Scabior's form with zero regard, pressing Hermione closer to him.

His eyes bore into her own with an intensity she was not prepared for. She watched as they traveled over her from head to toe and then back again. The corners of his lips tugged upwards as he caught her eye and Hermione just knew that in his mind, he had taken her six different ways within that short time span of just a few seconds. Her head was spinning with the myriad of emotions that had begun to overtake her form. She was a lot of things at that moment and in the very center swirled an emotion that she had yet to name. However, one emotion overshadowed all the others, even that unnamed one, and that emotion was fear. She felt his fingers flex, as if he was debating whether or not to whisk her away or take her right here on this very floor.

Only then did Hermione notice the chaos around her. Apparently Greyback and the other snatchers didn't take too well to Draco killing their own. Hermione watched as Bellatrix shut them up, reminding them of why they were here. She grabbed Harry by the hair before shoving him to his knees, facing him towards Draco, head pulled back to showcase his face.

"Well," she impatiently questioned, as she stared up at her nephew with a hopeful gleam in her eye.

Hermione had almost forgotten why they were here. Almost. A shiver traveled down her spine as he pressed his back against her own, his arm tightening over her shoulder, his fingers tracing patterns onto her neck. She trembled and exhaled as his lips grazed her ear, his breath fanning over her like a fog. She hadn't been this close to him in months and had almost forgotten just how demanding his presence was. He whispered in her ear then, far too low for anyone other than her to hear.

"Mmm…what should I tell her, Hermione?"

Her name came out like a purr, rolling off of his lips. She was Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley was to her left and in front of her, held by Bellatrix, was Harry Potter. She knew that and so did Draco. The real question, however, was why wasn't Draco screaming that to the high heavens? Why was he hesitating? Hermione wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth though. So without hesitation she whispered…

"Please…"

He chuckled, the vibrations traveling from his chest to her back.

"What's in it for me," he purred.

Hermione faltered. Whether or not he gave Harry away, she was staying here. That much was obvious. Either way, he would get what he wanted.

"That's alright, love. I'm sure that together we can think of something…"

He exhaled for what felt like minutes before finally giving his aunt an answer.

"I can't be sure…"

"Come over," Bellatrix beckoned as she waved Draco over.

With his arm still around her, he began to move, forcing her closer to Bellatrix and Harry as well. She stood beside him as he kneeled down to stare at Harry.

"If this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure," she hissed.

"What's wrong with his face," Draco asked, briefly glancing up at Hermione.

She subtly began to back up, only to be caught in Greyback's arm. She glanced at Ron beside her.

"Yes, what is wrong with his face," Bellatrix demanded.

"He came to us like that. Something he picked up in the forest, I reckon," one of the snatchers piped up.

"Or ran into a stinging jinx…was it you, dearie," the crazed witch asked as she pointed her wand at Hermione.

Hermione gasped as she began to walk towards her with slow steps.

"Give me her wand, we'll see what her last spell was…"

Bellatrix began to laugh as she pointed at Hermione before stopping short as something caught her attention. Hermione followed her line of sight to the sword held in the snatcher's hand.

"What's that," she gasped.

The snatcher glanced down.

"Where'd you get that from," she quietly demanded, eyes widening, hair flying around her face.

"It was in 'er bag when we searched her. Reckon it's mine, now," the snatcher said with a smile.

Hermione gasped as Bellatrix suddenly struck, the snatcher flying backwards and the sword landing in her hand. She watched as the dark haired witch went on a rampage, attacking snatcher after snatcher.

"Get out, get out…," she began to shriek.

As the snatchers scurried out, Bellatrix walked over towards them before grabbing Ron by his jacket. She threw him at Narcissa as well as Harry.

"Put the boys in the cellar!"

Hermione stumbled back as she turned to her.

"I want to have a conversation with this one…girl to girl," she screeched, her face not three inches away from Hermione's.

Hermione's chest heaved as she fought to control her rapid breathing. She glanced at Draco out of the corner of her eye.

"Actually…I'd rather have a few words with her myself…"

Both Hermione and Bellatrix turned to look at Draco as he leaned against the wall beside them.

"If you don't mind...

Hermione's eyes cut back and forth between the two, trying to decide who the lesser evil was.

"Draco," the older witch hissed "…she has stolen my sword! I want to know how the thieving little mudblood got her hands on it," she snarled as she turned back to the curly haired with.

Hermione gulped as Bellatrix withdrew a dagger, eyes blazing.

"But I would much rather torture it out of her… Besides, I wish to have some fun and she doesn't really seem like your type," he hinted, causing Hermione to stare at him with wide eyes.

Bellatrix glared at Hermione before a cruel sneer fell over her face.

"I want to hear her screams, Draco…come along, Cissy!"

Hermione shuddered as Narcissa and Pettigrew walked through the doors followed by Bellatrix. The dark haired witch turned and grinned at Hermione as she shut the doors, the sound echoing off of the walls with a bang. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen a few degrees as the tension grew. They were alone and neither one of them said anything nor made a move. She stared straight ahead, trying to formulate a plan while he simply gazed at her. Her heart thudded beneath her chest at an alarming rate.

"Well…aren't you going to make me scream," she finally asked.

"Mm, no. I'd much rather save my energy for later on tonight..."

She spun around to face him, nostrils flaring as she took a step back. She shuddered as she thought of that night all those days ago. She still had yet to discern what had really happened between her and Harry, but the bottom line was that they'd had sex. Harry had taken her virginity. Now that she'd had more than enough time to simmer down and fully analyze it, she realized that she was equal parts angry and relieved.

Despite what Harry said he had used the Imperius curse on her, forcing her into something she had not been ready for…at least not with him. Even though she knew that Harry would never do such a thing, it didn't change the fact that he did. Something in her gut was telling her that there was more to it though. She had yet to come up with an explanation for that. However, if she had imagined giving that to anyone she would have imagined it to be Harry. She just wished that it had been under better circumstances. After everything Draco had said and done…he didn't deserve that part of her, plain and simple.

Still, she was scared to see how he would react when he found out. Who cares, she found herself thinking. She and Draco were not together and she was positive that there had been others when he was pursuing her at Hogwarts. That still wouldn't stop Draco from acting like a jealous bull. After all, when had she ever known him to be rational?

"Did you enjoy your little vacation," he mocked, taking a step towards her.

"I'd hardly call it a vacation," she hissed a she glared at him.

"Oh, don't tell me… You and the Dream Team had a little spat, did you? Did the weasel finally have enough of Saint Potter? Did you finally have enough," he probed.

Hermione continued backwards, heart drumming like a countdown.

"Did he say something you didn't like…maybe about me? No? Did he…maybe get a little too frisky?"

Hermione halted all movement at the smirk upon his face.

"Why would you say that," she demanded.

"I mean we all know how much he loves you. The two of you out there in hiding, probably cooped up in some tent, it was bound to be too much for him. After all, he is practically an inexperienced fifteen year old boy when it comes to this stuff. He has no self-control-"

"Nothing like that happened," she interrupted.

She didn't want him to go on. She didn't want to hear anymore. Did he know? Draco was very skilled at Legilimency. Maybe he had seen it in Harry's mind? No, Harry had gotten much better at Occlumency. Heck, he didn't have much of a choice.

"You're right. The-Boy-Who-Lived would never do such a thing. Hell, even I would never do such a thing," he said with a chuckle.

That laugh cut deep into Hermione as his words rang true. No, even Draco would never do such a thing…, but Harry did.

"So…how did you get the sword?"

"It doesn't matter what I tell you. Your psycho aunt wants to believe we stole it…so that's what she will believe either way," she snapped.

Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum…

Hermione swallowed as she continued to step backwards, Draco following.

"You know…I'm trying to think of the best way to go about this. After all, I'm sure she is right outside that door waiting to hear you scream like-"

"Well, go on then. You've Crucio'd me before due to something as meaningless as jealousy. I'm sure that torturing me for information will be a walk in the park," she interrupted with a sneer.

He smirked as he reached out and grabbed her arm, halting her movement. She watched as he stepped towards her, dipping his head down to trail his nose along her collar bone and all the way up to her neck. She was still as a statue as he slowly made his way behind her, his long fingers dancing along her hips and back as he walked. Her eyelashes fluttered and she gasped as he gently trailed his index finger up the length of her spine, eliciting a shudder from her.

"You know…," he quietly began "…she didn't exactly specify what kind of screams she wanted to hear."

Ba bum…ba bum…ba bum…

Hermione's eyes snapped open.

"Can you imagine it," he sharply whispered.

She pulled away from him, but he yanked her back, wrapping his arms around her. He exhaled as he buried his nose in her hair, his lips caressing her ear.

"You have no idea how…excited it makes me to think of taking you right here on this floor while your boys are just down there. I bet I could make you scream so loud they'd have nightmares about it for weeks," he chuckled.

Hermione's heart continued to speed up, nearing the end of the countdown.

"Oh the things I'm going to do to you," he purred.

Ba bum...ba bum…ba bum…

"Draco…"

"The things I'll make you feel. I'll erase every bad experience, every bad memory, I'll make it all go away. Merlin, you won't be able to even walk when I'm done with you…"

She squirmed in his arms. No, she was stronger than this…

3…2…1

"What do you say, Hermione? How about we make you scream?"

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