OI! Granger

HBP COMPATIABLE, TO MY LIKING!

Chapter Five: That Searing Kiss PTI

The big stars that crash cars and get paid
To say lines and pay fines and get laid
I don't have to look to see
That that place isn't me
The guitars and money the big shots
Bad cops and charities go bye

In the alley with a box for two
in the alley with a box for two

-PRP!

Hermione brought the heel of her hand smashing against Draco's nose.

"FUCK!" he screamed, letting go of her. She scurried onto her feet, grabbing her wand, but he had lunged at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her underneath his body.

"GET OFF ME!" she screamed. "HARRY! HARRY!" she began shouting, but he couldn't hear her. Draco was frantically trying to cover her mouth with his hands, but she kept biting them.

"Damn it Granger! What're you trying to do? Break my nose?" Draco asked angrily.

"ANYTHING TO GET AWAY FROM YOU!" she shouted in reply. She had escaped his grasp, but did not run towards Harry, who had just killed another Death Eater. She fearfully stood in front of Draco, and glanced back at Harry, who had then snapped the neck of a Death Eater.

"I told you Granger, I told you Dumbledore needs you! I'm not going to fight you for something as stupid as your stubbornness, now please, calm yourself!" Draco shouted. Hermione turned away from Draco, and moved quickly away from Draco, heading towards the door of the Room of Requirement. Draco got up onto his feet, caught her and pushed her against the door, her face smashing against it, and his arms wrapped around her stomach. "STOP!" he shouted. She had gone ridge in his arms, and released a sigh.

"I know you're trying to kill me!" she shouted. "You're a liar! And I need to get OUT of here!" she cried. Draco turned her around, so she could face him. His pale eyes were blurred with anger as he gripped her arms.

"Don't mess up with me Granger…we're in the middle of a bloody war! If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago!" It was then that Hermione looked around the room, and realized that the smoke that had filled it, was clearing, and many members of the D.A was standing around each other, gathering bodies of wounded or dead Death Eaters. She gasped as Draco was violently pulled away from her, in the grip of Harry's fist. Harry's eyes glowed horrifyingly as Draco struggled to free himself from the grip.

"Crucio!" was hissed, and she screamed.

Dumbledore had patiently waited for his two top students to enter his office that morning. The effects of the war still weighed heavily on his shoulders; a daily reminder of it was his blackened hand, which was now hidden away in a dark blue glove. He still couldn't magic the disfigurement away.

Dumbledore had to make excruciating decisions that night. He had to break someone he loved truly, thee Harry Potter. The young boy crumbled away in his arms as he showed Harry what he had to do that night. However, despite the demise of Lord Voldemort, the Wizarding World was still at the hands of evil, once again. The unity between Purebloods and Half-bloods was still nonexistent, and Dumbledore knew that in order to bring together these people, he would use his two brightest students that ever graced Hogwarts's corridors. Dumbledore knew this would be tricky, but with the help of some of the Hogwarts professors, and a little luck between the two Head Students, he was sure that everything would work out according to plan…

Dumbledore was shaken from out of his deep thoughts, when he heard a fevered knock at the door. He swung his chair around, the back of it facing the door, and looked through his Revelation mirror, that hung on the opposite wall. He peered through it, and saw a nervous (and the mirror also revealed) a quite sexually aroused Draco Malfoy, standing beside a very pleased Hermione Granger. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she seemed to have been chewing furiously on the inside of her mouth. Draco raised his hand once again, and knocked.

"You may come in," Dumbledore said. The door swung open, and Dumbledore smiled sweetly at this two favorite students. "Ah…Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, what a pleasure to see you two here so soon!" he said. He waved a hand at the two armchairs in front of his desk. "Please, do sit down!" Draco and Hermione did as they were told, and nervously sat down in the chairs. Hermione tried to hold up her confident air, while Malfoy ignored the say Hermione's hair fell into her eyes when she plopped into her seat.

"Professor, what did you need to tell us?" Hermione asked calmly. Draco also looked interested, yet hesitant to hear the news. Dumbledore smiled.

"Ms. Granger, I am sorry if you are a bit restless, I have been keeping you two in the dark for awhile…" Dumbledore started. Hermione and Draco nodded. "Well, the thing is, is that I've placed full confidence in you two to bring unity in this school. I wish for you two to set a better example at Hogwarts, Gryffindor and Slytherin alike," he said, peering over his spectacles. "There will be no mental division anymore." Hermione shifted uncomfortably, and Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Sir?" Draco asked, confused.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "it's going to be hard for me to explain this, Ms. Granger, but there's something about you that defies the odds. You are a muggle-born witch." Hermione gave her most admired professor a confused look.

"Aye sir, I've known that for nearly seven years now!" Hermione replied.

"Yes, but Ms. Granger, there is a power that not many muggle-born or pureblood witches and wizards have, and that's a power that you will have to access, and manipulate…it's the power to heal, Hermione. You have healing powers beyond even the magical world, and such a power, is useful in a time with so much distrust and separation, which brings me to Mr. Malfoy…" Dumbledore turned his piercing blue eyes to Draco, who flinched.

"Me, sir?" Draco asked.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy…you made an Unbreakable Vow with me, to protect Ms. Granger during the war, and you did. Did you ever wonder that night, Mr. Malfoy, why you did not kill me? You were promised power by Voldemort, but you saw nothing but fear, and you accepted my offer. You never knew about Severus, or the staged murder, yet you accepted my promise, and grieved when you thought I was dead…"

"Well…I…don't know sir."

"I will tell you what I think, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore leaned forward, and motioned for Draco to do as well, "it is because of love." Draco huffed disbelievingly, and Dumbledore sat back in his seat. "You're a Pureblood Malfoy, known to have the coldest blood run through your veins, literally, yet you're warm with love, and also, might I add, with sensations that you've never felt before." Draco turned red at Dumbledore's comment, and he threw Hermione an uncomfortable look. "Which is why, I need you two to unite and create a foundation this school can stand on before you leave to enter the real Wizarding World, and I promise you, it will not just be Hogwarts that changes."

"What do you mean by unite, Professor?" Hermione asked.

"Whatever you have to do, to be extremely close to one another," Dumbledore said slowly, folding his hands on top of his desk.

"You mean, we have to be…more than friends?" Draco blushed. Dumbledore knew this must be a hard topic for the two young teens, or perhaps just Draco.

"What I mean, Mr. Malfoy, is that whatever it takes for you two to be close, then is shall be whatever." Hermione's eyes widened for a second and she gasped.

"You want us to make a binding spell?" she asked. Dumbledore smiled at this.

"Well, Ms. Granger! Good job, that is exactly what I want you two to do! It's safe, simple, and created in your own regards. The spell is flexible. It will not just bind you physically, but mentally as well! You two will understand one another, and will report this to the rest of the school before the Holidays. The Head of Houses have already decided on steps we will be taking to further unite the school, but I know it will be you two that put the icing on the cake!" Dumbledore said happily. "And the sooner you do this, the better." He waited for the two youngsters to soak in the information; it was Hermione who spoke up first.

"I understand your point, Professor. I'll do whatever I have to do to learn my newly recognized ability, and to bring unity to the school," Hermione said, determination dripping off of her every word. Draco nodded beside her.

"Thank you both. This will change the lives of many, but please do keep this quiet and Hermione, I'm afraid Harry and Ron should not hear about this."

"Yes sir." She stood, and Draco stumbled to his feet with her.

"Good, good, you are both excused! There's more to do than keep an old man company! Lemon Drops?" he offered to the two. Draco grabbed a handful, and Hermione gently declined.

"So, you're telling me, that this is telling you to think of what we want the spell to do for us while casting it?" Draco asked slowly, sitting close to Hermione in a shady part of the library. Hermione nodded.

"That's exactly what it's saying…you heard Dumbledore, we have to be connected mentally and physically," she said in a clipped tone. Draco eyed her suspiciously.

"And what does this…physical bind entail? Like, I'll feel your pain, you'll feel mine?" he asked. Hermione nodded.

"Again, yes to your simple questions Malfoy…! I mean, are you sure you're second in class?" Hermione said in a snooty fashion, she pushed the book towards him, and he grabbed it away from her.

"Shut it Granger, I would be first if you weren't such a brown-noser!"

"ME? A BROWN-NOSER?" she asked. "This coming from someone who would lick the shit clean from Professor Snape's arse!" she said crudely. Draco blanched and scooted away from her in his seat.

"That was disgusting!"

"You're disgusting!" she paused. "Can we just finish this? I promised Neville I would help him study, I don't need you to be seen with me when he comes in!" she hurriedly said. Draco sat back in his chair and skimmed the book quickly.

"So do you want to do this now?"

"Of course I want to do this now! We have a duty to perform, Malfoy!"

"Alright, alright, I hear you Granger! So, take hold of my hand," Draco said. He offered one pale hand. Hermione looked down at it. His perfectly manicured fingers were somewhat girlish, but his hands were definitely bigger than hers, but possibly softer. She felt a pang of sadness when she realized that hands like these were not meant to kill people. She felt bad for once accusing someone with such beautiful hands to be a murderer. "Are you just going to look at it, or will you take it?" She grimaced and grasped Draco's hand. He smirked, "good."

Rolling her eyes, Hermione pulled the book away from Draco and read it aloud. "Make sure the person you are to bind with, understands the consequences…fighting the spell will only bring the two that are bounded painfully closer. Mind, the pain is excruciating."

"I don't like pain much, Granger," Draco said carefully. Hermione continued reading.

"When conducting the spell, there needs to be deep concentration going on! We must focus on how and what we want this spell to do. Just think, and if the spell works, we should feel a sensation go through us. We just need to think." Hermione turned the page with her other hand. "Okay, so we're holding hands, now we need to say the incantation, and say mentally what we want the spell to do for us…"

"Are you sure you want to be connected to me, Granger?" Draco asked with a smirk, as Hermione re-read the instructions again. She sighed.

"Malfoy, please pay attention, I don't have time for your silly comments!" she snapped.

"Okay, okay Granger, don't get your knickers in a twist," he drawled. Hermione was still holding Draco's hand, but just barely now. When he realized this, he gripped it in his hand, and she glared at him. She had wanted to ignore it, but found his annoying behavior quickly bothering her. She put the book in between them.

"Here's the incantation. We have to say it together three times, and at the same time, focus on what we want the spell to do for us…are you ready?" Draco nodded. "Okay, here we go…"

"Iungo nostrum somes," they said once together.

"I want to know what Draco knows; I want to feel what Draco feels."

"I want to know the real Hermione, I…I want to touch her…I want to feel her," Draco thought, a pink tinge entering his cheeks, as he closed his eyes.

"Iungo nostrum somes."

"I want to be able to…understand the new and real Draco."

"I want to be able to see why she dibbles with those gits Potter and Weasley; I want to see what she thinks."

"Iungo nostrum somes!"

"Oh Merlin…I think I want to kiss him!"

"I want to be able to kiss her!"

An electric shock went to from the tips of their fingers into their lips, and they lunged at each other, their lips connecting. The electricity made their hearts pound loudly in their heads, and their clasped hands were free and now clawing at each other. Hermione's fingers dug into Draco's hair, and he gripped her upper arms. Their kiss deepened, and Hermione found her self groaning in the back of her throat, having to breathe furiously through her nose. The excitement growing in Draco's stomach gave him the courage to pull Hermione into his lap. She sat on top of him, one leg on each side of him, and this time he didn't care that she could feel the erection poking her through his trousers. He pulled at the hem of her ridiculously small shirt, and began to caress her stomach with his hand, his other hand moved to grip her ample arse, and she squealed. Somewhere in her mind, she forgot that this was Draco Malfoy she was kissing.

"Hermione?"

Hermione pulled her lips from Draco's and saw Neville Longbottom holding his Potions book, which was now heading to land on the floor. His face paled, and he took a staggering step back. "I—I-I'm sorry! I—I-I didn't mean to, um!" Neville continued to step back, until he was out of the darkened area of the library. Hermione had jumped off of Draco now, fixing herself.

"Neville, you've got it all wrong, it was a mistake, please come back!" she cried. Neville stopped in his tracks and stared at her.

"Hermione, are you under a spell of some sort? Did Malfoy hex you?" he asked quietly, watching Draco pack up his bag from out of the corner of his eye. Hermione shook her head.

"No Neville, but please do not tell anyone, it was a mistake! Beyond a mistake! I'm really sorry if I gave you a scare!" she said, placing a hand on his arm. She felt a sadness grip her in the middle of her chest, and turned to see a glaring Draco make his way out of the library. Hermione knew she wasn't feeling this sadness.

Draco, she thought. The double doors slammed shut behind him.

Bloody hell, Draco thought, what a kiss! But Merlin is she a bitch, Draco hummed in his head. He moved quickly down the corridor, ignoring everyone around him. However, he nearly fell back when Pansy Parkinson pressed her body against his in excitement.

"Draco! Oh Draco, I'm so happy I found you!" she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Pansy, dear…what's wrong?" Draco asked, peeling his friend off of him. Draco wasn't always as friendly to Pansy as he was now. He had often used her brutally for sexual needs, but had stopped when she had broken down in front of him a year ago, claiming that she couldn't handle his cruelty anymore. He had never treated her like that again, but seeing that he didn't want to date her, they became good friends instead. Pansy's face gleamed with happiness.

"I'm so sorry to bother you Draco, but this came from the owl!" she said, pulling out a note from her pocket. Draco took it from her hands carefully and unfolded it.

To Lord Draco Malfoy,

Due to your Father's immediate death, and betrayal, it is in our best interests to seize any or all document in his name and/or honor for the time being. The following home(s) have been invaded for dark objects or documents:

The Malfoy manor in Scotland, Dublin, the Townhouses of Norfolk, Malfoy Manor in Beijing, China, and the two-story flat in New York, Manhattan.

Upon review of such documents and objects, the Ministry has cleared any accusations against you, and a (one) Lady Narcissa Malfoy from the list of Death Eaters/suspected Death Eaters who affected the War. The Ministry thanks you for your courageous acts in defeating evil, and we recognize these acts, and you shall be honored for them.

The following home(s) will be rehabilitated upon review by the Ministry itself:

Malfoy Manor, outside of Diagon Alley

We're sorry for any inconvenience this may have been to you and your remaining family. All assets have been unfrozen, and your Father's stocks, businesses, and lands have been transferred to your name. Malfoy Manor, located outside of Diagon Alley will have extensive repair due to the damage caused on it during the war.

Thank you,

Leslie Michelle Richmond

Minister of Magic

"That took longer than it should have," Draco huffed. He rolled the parchment back up, and placed it on the inside of his robe. "I thought Dumbledore would've had my good name cleared by now!"

"Oh Draco, this is amazing news, you've been recognized for your efforts in the war, you're a hero! You know if it were Fudge who was still in that position, it would never have happened!" she squealed. Draco smiled. Cornelius Fudge was told to step down from his position, having allowed for the war to take many lives, as his denial took the best of him. The Court appointed a female, the very first female, to rule the magical world after him.

"Thanks for bringing this to me, Pansy. I wasn't even going to check on my owl."

"I fed it and watered it, and that's when I saw him with a note. I saw the Ministry seal on it, and I just…I couldn't help myself!"

"I understand! I'm just happy that my mum and I are finally clear, and that things will get better for us now." Draco was just about to say something else, when immense fear gripped him. He spun on his heel, and looked towards the ceiling of the corridor. It was as if a voice was fluttering down at him.

"I told Ron, Harry…I'm sorry! I just don't see why he should be kept in the dark."

"Hermione, are you trying to RUIN ME?"

"Harry! I wouldn't do such a thing! And please keep your voice down! Pierce is looking this way!"

"I don't care! See, the problem here is that I can't tell you anything, without you telling Ron!"

"Harry, he wanted to know why you were going to Madame Pomfrey, and I told him your nightmares came back!"

"BUT IT WAS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

Draco felt her fear grow, seemingly because of Harry's approaching her.

"I HAD TO! He has a right to now that you're sick Harry…that…you're bloody near dying!"

"I'm not dying! Madame Pomfrey told me I shouldn't worry about this, that I'll be fine," Harry choked. "I had a bad reaction to the dark magic, and I didn't get it treated. I could have died, Hermione, but I didn't!"

"I'm just scared Harry!"

"SCARED OF WHAT!"

"Scared of LOSING YOU!" she cried.

Draco stumbled backwards against the wall.

"Draco, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Pansy asked, moving towards him. He couldn't respond to her, because Hermione's emotions were flowing so quickly through him, he slid down the wall. He pressed his hands against his ears. "DRACO?"

He could feel heat emitting from his body, pure excitement and fear coursing through his veins. His lips became moist, and his heart pounded heavily in his ears, he also felt the straining in his trousers.

"Draco!" Pansy cried out, having seen his obvious arousal. Her cheeks burned.

"SHIT! Err…Pansy; it's not what you think!" Draco shouted. The straining subsided, and so did Hermione's excitement. It was all quiet, until,

"I have to go! I can't do this with you, Harry…"

"Hermione! Wait!"

Draco shook himself, and glanced up into Pansy's amused face. He took his hands from over his ears and cleared his throat. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you…I'm not feeling too well," he said, standing and situating himself.

"I can see," she responded, confusion etched on her face.

"I'm going back to the Tower. I'll talk to you later, tell Blaise I said hello. And…thanks for the letter Pansy."

"No problem," she muttered, watching Draco retreating form.

"Crucio!"

She screamed, her throat rupturing. Draco's face contorted in pain, as Harry threw him away from them. He watched as Draco withered on the ground in pain.

"Stop it!" she whispered, pulling at Harry's pointed finger. His green eyes were dark with pain and betrayal as he surveyed her.

"Why are you protecting him?" Harry asked, his voice floated off of him like an unrealistic sound. Her head began to spin as Draco's screams grew louder and wilder.

"You're going to kill him Harry! You're going to KILL HIM!"

"I DON'T CARE!"

"Please, if you ever loved me, you'd stop!" Draco's screaming stopped, he was sprawled out on the ground before her, and she fell on her knees beside him, tears forming in her eyes as she lifted his head into her lap. "Harry…how…how could you?"

"He's a Dark Wizard Hermione!"

She sniffed, and lifted the sleeve of his left arm, "Harry…he's not even marked." He looked down at Draco's pale arm, and saw that the Dark Lords marking was indeed not on his arm. "He's innocent! He saved Ron, and he saved me!" Harry took a step back from Hermione's breaking form.

"Well…I'm sorry," Harry said awkwardly. Hermione shot him a disbelieving look.

"You're sorry?"

"You're sorry Potter?" Draco croaked. Hermione gasped.

"Malfoy! You're okay!" she whispered. "Is there any brain damage? What's your middle name?"

"Lucius," he responded.

"Well, I didn't know that," she chirped. "But I guess it's a sure sign that you're okay!"

"Do you know that your Father's dead, Malfoy?" Harry asked hollowly. Draco grimaced.

"I-I-I killed him," Hermione stammered. "I'm so sorry, Draco." Round, fat tears began to roll down Hermione's cheeks. She shook violently as he removed himself from her lap. "I…I RUINED YOUR FAMILY!" she screamed. She finally lost herself in her tears. "It's my entire fault!"

Draco wrapped his arms around her shaking figure, giving Harry a calculating look, and hugged her.

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