Chapter 76

"Oh sorry, Hermione were you resting? I'll put the lights out." Ginny glanced in her direction but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She went about noxxing the lights without a second look.

Draco tensed, his cock rammed all the way up inside her and his fingers right there on her clit. Breathing in shallow puffs by her ear, his heart thudded against her back while they struggled to hold themselves still.

"Thanks," Hermione squeaked. She wasn't sure if Ginny was going to pop in and out or stay longer.

Ginny left the small lamp by her bedside lit. "I'll keep this one on if that's okay. Tonks told our group to come back in an hour while she drills the others. I just…" she wrung her hands as if trying to find the right words to describe her distress. "I don't feel like being around anyone, it's draining." Her long red hair was tied back in the braid she usually wore for combat training. Continuing on as if nothing was amiss, she busied herself with clearing some items off her cot with her back facing Hermione.

Hermione froze in panic. Was Ginny going to stay?

To her horror, Ginny threw herself down onto her mattress with an exasperated sigh, rolled onto her back and stared at the top of the tent. After a few seconds, Ginny grabbed a book and started to read. Then she sighed again in agitation, throwing it to the ground.

Draco's arm tightened across her torso, but he remained immobile. She felt his cock twitch inside her.

"I just don't know what's wrong with him," Ginny said, clearly upset about Harry. She didn't know he was the last Horcrux yet. "One of the reasons I love him so much is that he actually communicates like a adult. Not like some emotionally constipated caveman expecting me to be his laxative–"

Hermione snorted a laugh and Draco moved his fingers. She thought he would remove his hand entirely, but he continued rubbing her the way he had been right before Ginny had come in, when she was about to climax.

Was he crazy?

Draco's other hand resumed fondling her breast.

He was crazy.

Her breath hitched and slowly, she brought her arm down to his wrist under the covers, circling it with her fingers to try and pull it away. He grinned against the back of her head, and despite her efforts, she couldn't budge budge his hand; he was too strong.

Absolutely mortified, she dug her nails into his wrist, eliciting a soft chuckle from behind.

Did he think this was a game?

Prat!

"–thought that maybe it was because this is the end and he's finally having to face You-Know-Who and I get that, I really do. Or maybe he's upset about so many being taken. I am too. I'm sick with worry about Fred and Charlie. And I want to be there for him–"

After trying and failing a few times to discreetly tug his hand away, she bunched out the covers in front so Ginny wouldn't see anything moving between Hermione's legs. She couldn't believe Draco was fucking her while Ginny was in the room watching! His forearm muscles flexed across her breast as he tweaked her nipple.

Hermione bit back a moan.

"–can't support each other if he shuts me out like this. Even Ron is more communicative than him right now. Ron!"

Draco snorted lightly into her ear but Ginny didn't notice. Or she thought Hermione had made the sound. He rubbed her clit mercilessly and she bucked into his hand, trying and failing not to make any noise. Ginny stopped talking and turned her head to look over. Draco's hand paused in fondling her breast, but he continued working on her clit and even chanced a shallow thrust.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. Were you crying?"

"No! I'm fine!" Her words came out in a whiny rush; she was getting close to coming again.

"Okay, if you're sure. I just don't know what to do. But I guess the battle is soon anyway. It all seems so petty. Who even knows if we'll live–"

Ginny turned back to stare at the ceiling and crossed her arms behind her head, propping her head up on her pillow. Draco continued pushing into her from behind and he moved his hand from her breast to her mouth, muffling the soft sounds she made.

They were going to get caught.

Hermione bit his finger to show her displeasure and he gave small grunt from behind, but rubbed her faster until she finally arched against him, rutting against his fingers. He jerked erratically from behind her, clamping her to him as he thrust once, twice and a third time. Draco's body shook as he emptied himself inside her with a soft, strained groan.

"Did you say something?" Ginny asked, turning her head to Hermione.

Draco's hand still covered her mouth but Ginny didn't see it in the poor lighting. He moved his fingers away slightly so she could speak. His muscles relaxed and bit by bit, his body sagged around her.

"No," Hermione replied, breathless, heart beating furiously. She couldn't believe Draco had just fucked her with Ginny in the tent. And apparently gotten away with it. "I just yawned."

Ginny returned her gaze to the ceiling and he pulled his hand back under the covers.

"I'm not sure if I should give him more space or keep pestering him. I know facing You-Know-Who is terrifying, but he's not alone. And I want to give him what he needs."

Draco started to soften and slide out of her, but other than that, he kept still. One of his hands remained between her legs, and the other rested on her breast.

"Ginny?" Hermione called out. She felt badly for not being able to adequately support her friend, given the present situation. Ginny turned her head to look in Hermione's direction again. "He's under a lot of pressure and is more nervous than he lets on. Everyone is expecting him to face You-Know-Who and he can't show fear because it would impact morale. He needs you, and is grateful you're there for him. Even if he's avoiding you. Your presence alone is enough comfort and support. He knows you love him. And I know he appreciates you being there even if he doesn't say so."

Draco's arms tightened around her at her words, knowing she spoke them to him as well.

"Love you," he whispered softly from behind.

Ginny studied her for a moment and then looked up at the ceiling again. "Yeah, I know you're right. It just hurts." She crossed one long leg over the other and then looked back at Hermione. "But thanks anyway."

A few silent moments passed while Draco's fingers lazily traced patterns on her breast and Ginny stared at the tent roof until she spoke again.

"Speaking of which, where is your bloke?" At her words, Draco tensed behind her, and cupped her mound. She wondered for a brief moment if Draco thought she was referring to someone else here within the Order. "I know you said he wanted to keep your relationship a secret, but he should be here for you after what you've gone through."

"He is," Hermione assured her. "You just haven't… seen him."

Draco's body shook with suppressed laughter. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs but he was still shaking behind her.

"So long as he's treating you well," Ginny continued, oblivious to his silent mirth. "I've seen your face before you sneak off to shag and I've seen you when you come back. Obviously that part is going well."

The shaking abruptly stopped. She didn't need to see Draco to know he had a shit-eating grin plastered across his smug face.

"We'd all like to meet him, Hermione."

"You will," she assured her. "When this is over."

Ginny flipped over on her side, facing Hermione, and smelled her pillow, scrunching her nose. "Who sleeps here when I'm with Harry at night?"

"Usually Colin. Every so often Dean ends up there depending on whether or not Lavender's with Oliver."

Still cupping her mound, Draco slid his finger inside her. She was still wet. Was he going to start all over again? He was absolutely terrible. He inserted his digit in and out, slowly, methodically. Hermione squeezed her thighs together but couldn't stop him, and so tried not to move or react lest she encourage him further. She had no idea what he would do in front of Ginny. Especially with what he'd just pulled. He seemed to be in an unusually good mood right now.

"Mum has a decent odor removing charm. One of them clearly doesn't shampoo enough."

Ginny sat up on her cot, cross-legged, and experimentally cast a few charms on her pillow, leaning over to sniff. She shook her head. "No, I'll just have to ask Mum. She's a pro. Ron was the worst."

Draco snorted behind her and Ginny looked up, alarmed. "Do you have a cold? You sound different."

"No, I'm fine," Hermione replied. Draco kept moving his finger in and out of her at the same slow, languid pace. She wondered when Ginny would leave. If Draco kept this up she would figure out Hermione wasn't alone in her cot.

Ginny waved her wand a few more times and leaned over, muttering about smelly males and disgusting grooming habits. "You know what I heard?" Ginny said, leaning over to sniff her pillow again.

"What's that?"

"I heard a rumor that Draco Malfoy and Snape have been spying for us this whole time. And that several Death Eaters are going to join our side during the battle."

His finger paused, and Draco raised his head from behind her. But Ginny didn't see because she was concentrating on her pillow, still casting charms.

"Who told you that?"

The final battle would be any day now. As soon as Draco killed Nagini. To boost morale, Tonks leaked the fact that some Death Eaters were going to mutiny and fight with them, and that Snape and Draco had been spying for them all along.

"I heard it from Alicia this morning when we were out for a run," Ginny eyed Hermione suspiciously. "If that were true, wouldn't you know already?"

Hermione cleared her throat, and Draco waited, unmoving, to see how she would answer. Denying it would serve no purpose.

"Yes, they have been."

Ginny furrowed her brow. "For how long?"

Hermione adjusted her covers so Ginny wouldn't see the outline of Draco's arms across her body under the blanket. She was looking right at them now.

"Snape for a while, I'm not sure for how long but I think he turned during the First Wizarding War. Draco for over a year."

Ginny's eyebrows rose. "Draco?"

"Malfoy," Hermione corrected.

Bollocks.

"Huh," Ginny said, appraising her. "What do they do for us?"

Hermione swallowed. "I'm not sure I should say at this point. But without them we wouldn't have survived the last raid. And we're coordinating the final battle at Hogwarts with them." Ginny, Harry and Ron had long since accepted that she couldn't discuss everything she knew from Order leadership.

"Do you work with them directly?" Ginny asked curiously.

"With Snape, no." She found it extremely hard to lie to her friends outright. Especially since Ginny had just accompanied her to Kingsley's house.

Ginny narrowed her eyes at her. "But you do with… Draco." Ginny was sharp. She had to be careful.

"Malfoy goes to the Order meetings." Not exactly a lie. He attended… one.

"Oh," was Ginny's reply as she studied her.

Draco's finger started moving in and out of her again and he went back to fondling her breast. The sodding arse. They were going to get caught with Ginny staring directly at them like this. If the lights were on, Hermione had no doubt she would see his Disillusioned form.

"But Snape killed Dumbledore. That makes no sense."

Hermione wasn't sure how to answer in a way which would counteract the boost to morale Tonks obviously intended. If she replied that she didn't know, it would leave his motivations ambiguous and suspect. Folks wouldn't trust the decisions the leadership made, and they didn't have all the details. She couldn't chance that before the battle.

"Minerva wouldn't tell me the reason. Something to do with You-Know-Who being killed. She said it'll be explained after the battle."

"Nice save," Draco whispered in her ear, swiping her clit again.

"All these secrets grate on my nerves." Ginny jutted her jaw out in irritation. "So Malfoy's past all that blood purity shite now?"

"Yep." Hermione hoped Ginny would just get bored and leave, but now that she was getting prime information there wasn't a chance in hell of that happening.

Crossing her arms, Ginny's face morphed into a self-satisfied smirk. "It's Malfoy, isn't it?"

Fuck.

Draco stopped fingering her.

"What's Malfoy?" The nonchalance was wasted. It was too late.

Ginny's smile widened in victory. "It's that ferret-y ponce Draco Malfoy!" her voice rose. "He's Mr. Wonder Cock!"

Giving up all pretense, Draco burst out laughing at her nickname. That sodding, buggering arsehole! Hermione clutched the blanket tighter, eyes wide, heart racing.

Ginny jumped up off her cot, pointed at her and shrieked. "He's in your bed!" Ginny frantically padded down her blanket, looking for her wand. "I cannot believe he was here the whole time!" She grabbed her wand and pointed it at Draco's Disillusioned figure. "Finite Incantatum!"

Her jaw dropped.

"No. Fucking. Way." Hermione watched as Ginny processed the two of them under the covers. "You are one sneaky little shit, Hermione."

"She is," Draco agreed.

Hermione elbowed him in the ribs, and he grunted, removing his hand from in between her legs.

"So you dropped Ron for him?"

Hermione blushed. That wasn't exactly how it happened. "Well, see, Ron and I–"

"She did," Draco interrupted her, clearly pleased with himself.

Ginny slowly sat back down on her cot and crossed her legs, tapping her wand against her calf. She studied them, her eyes moving back and forth between Hermione and Draco.

"Do they know?"

"Yes, they–"

Ginny smacked her hand on her covers, pissed off. "You told Harry and Ron and didn't tell me?"

Hermione adjusted her bra and brought her jumper back down so she didn't have to cover her upper body with the blanket. "I didn't tell them, they figured it out."

Ginny gave her a withering glance. "Ron figured it out?"

Draco sniggered. "I like this Weasel iteration the best," he whispered loudly into Hermione's ear, so Ginny could hear. Ginny's lips twitched.

"No," Hermione replied. "Harry did."

"So you broke into the Ministry archives four times and then Kingsley's house for Ferret-boy, here?"

He pushed himself up on his elbow and leaned over Hermione, a silly grin on his face. "You committed larceny for me? I wondered how–"

"It wasn't larceny," Hermione explained, feeling slightly embarrassed. Draco's lips turned down in disappointment. "We didn't take anything. Everything was put back exactly the way it was. Well, except for Kingsley's photo album. You'd never know we were there."

"We?" Draco asked curiously.

"Ginny came too," Hermione replied.

Ginny narrowed her eyes at Hermione in annoyance.

Serves her right.

Draco glanced up at the red head appreciatively. "Definitely the best Weasel iteration."

"I certainly wouldn't have done it if I had known it was for you," Ginny scowled, addressing him directly now. "And that wasn't even the hard part. She's absolutely nutters. You know what a swot she is," Ginny continued, still half shocked, half amused. Draco snorted a laugh behind her. "Hermione spent night after night for months poring over the most boring shite at her parents' house. I'd sooner Avada myself then go through all those trial proceedings and legalese."

Draco lowered his lips to her temple, chuckling behind her.

"It wasn't so–" Hermione protested but Ginny cut her off.

"I hope all that effort was worth it. Did you talk to Shacklebolt?"

"Well, we had–"

"Made him shit his pants is more like it," Draco cut Hermione off now.

"Sneaky. Little. Shit," Ginny exclaimed with a grin.

"She absolutely is," Draco agreed with a smirk.

Hermione could feel him getting hard again behind her. She was mortified. He was getting turned on by all this talk.

"Don't I know it. You wouldn't believe the stuff she pulled in school," Ginny continued with a roll of her eyes and stared down at Hermione accusingly. "Did you know mum actually thought you'd be a good influence on Ron? Help him get his grades up and keep him out of trouble?"

Hermione could feel her cheeks heating up. It was positively horrible how the two of them were talking about her. "Well I did make him study guides–"

"Psh." Ginny waved her hand dismissively. "See," she continued, pointing at Hermione. "That's why you're so dangerous. No one suspects a swot and by then it's too late. Everyone thinks you're off doing homework or happily knitting hats for house elves until they're being held captive in a jar. Or blackmailed into publishing an expose on the return of You-Know-Who in the Quibbler. Or having their face permanently scarred by boils. Or carried off by centaurs and found two days later dehydrated and tied to a tree."

"You did what?" Draco chuckled in disbelief.

Draco's arms tightened around her and he pressed a light kiss to her cheek, dragging his lips along her skin, and nipping her ear lobe.

"Well we had to because we thought Sirius–"

"Gross, Malfoy," Ginny cut her off again.

Honestly. Would the two of them let her get a word in?

"I'm beginning to think Kingsley got off easy," Draco chuckled. "You only blackmailed him into foregoing all hope of being the future Minister of Magic and sending his girlfriend into exile."

"Oh my god!" Ginny burst out in laughter. "I would have paid to see that."

"She would have Imperiused him if I didn't stop her."

"No I wouldn't!" Hermione protested.

At least, not where she'd be caught.

There would be a lot of confusion during the battle though. Hermione smiled inwardly. Perfect. If she could get Draco to drop his sodding martyr complex, she could make Kingsley claim he'd had an epiphany due to–

Ginny laughed even harder, pulling her from her thoughts. "I wouldn't put it past her." Why were they talking about her as if she weren't even here?

Rude.

Ginny's laughter died down and she stared at Draco. "You better appreciate what she did for you."

He lifted his head and replied sincerely, "I do."

She furrowed her brow. If fucking Kingsley lived through this battle, he was a dead man.

"When did Harry figure it out?" Ginny asked.

"When Draco brought me back."

Ginny stared at Draco in silence, eyes tearing up. "You can't get anyone else? Are you helping to get the other prisoners back?" Poor Ginny. She didn't know Fred and Charlie were dead. Draco had seen both her brothers killed. Maybe he had even killed them. Hermione hadn't asked, and didn't want to know.

"It's too dangerous," Hermione cut in so Draco wouldn't have to answer. "He barely got me out alive."

Hermione bit her trembling lip and tried not to think of Remus, Luna, Fred and the rest. She couldn't tell Ginny about her brothers. Ginny would tell her family, their deaths would leak, and morale would tank. It would be better for Tonks, Minerva and Kingsley to handle the bad news; Hermione didn't know how, and didn't know what their plans were for telling everyone anyway.

Sometimes it was good to be the youngest of the Order leadership. Telling everyone about the prisoners being executed was one responsibility she was glad she didn't have.

Ginny wiped a few tears from her face, but accepted her answer and Hermione relaxed. She looked up at them again, and her eyes were red.

"Did you two want to be alone?"

Hermione felt terrible. Ginny was upset about her brothers and Harry was distant. It was a lot to deal with.

"No, you can st–"

"Yes," Draco cut her off.

Ginny smirked at him, and despite her sadness, took her wand and got up to leave. "It's okay, I don't want to know what's going on under that blanket. Lavender is still with Dean drilling the first and second explosive strikes, so you should have at least another thirty minutes before she comes back."

Draco's hands were already creeping a tantalizing path back between her legs and he pressed his erection into her rear. "We'll talk later, okay Ginny?" Hermione owed it to her friend. She needed her.

Ginny nodded, lifted the tent flap and turned back to them. "Thanks for bringing her back, Ferret-boy."

"You're welcome, She-Weasel."

As soon as Ginny left, Draco pulled her onto her back and leaned over her body, balancing himself with his forearms on either side of her head. He was hard, his length pressed against her curls and she spread her legs for him but he didn't move. Lying still atop her, he silently appraised her with a small smile.

"What?" she asked, starting to feel uncomfortable under his quiet scrutiny. He didn't answer right away. She shifted uncomfortably underneath him, but he brushed a curl off of her forehead.

"So you kept Rita Skeeter in a jar, I know about Edgecombe, but who was found tied to a tree?"

Still somewhat embarrassed, she felt a blush creeping up her neck again. "Umbridge."

His grin widened, exposing a sliver of teeth between his lips. "They found her bound and unconscious in Knockturn Alley earlier this year. Her house was razed to the ground. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Hermione slid her hands up the sides of his torso, under his shirt. "Fiendfyre can destroy Horcruxes," she explained, enjoying the feel of his warm skin. "We had to use it."

His eyebrows rose in appreciation. "She was high placed in the Ministry, Hermione. The DMLE was all over the arson case and couldn't find anything. It was a huge scandal."

"Fiendfyre also covered our tracks. So they didn't see that we smashed all her kitten themed flatware." Draco grinned even wider. "See?" she said, pushing his trousers down with her foot. "I do keep Ron out of trouble."

Nestling himself between her thighs, he lowered his face to hers, biting her bottom lip as he thrust up and into her. Immediately upon his slick, hard entry, something hot twisted in her core and she gasped onto the bridge of his nose. His eyes fluttered closed and he grunted softly, shuddering before releasing her lip.

"Don't talk about the Weasel," he groaned into her mouth as she rolled her hips, wanting nothing more than to be filled by him. He lifted his hips and thrust into her again with a devilish smile. "Tell me more about the shit you pulled in school."

She gazed up innocently at him. "I set fire to Snape once."

He blinked, staring down at her through his fringe. "I'm going to come so hard, you have no idea."

Next chapter: Draco has a chat with his parents about his extra curricular activities.

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