Disclaimer: These aren't my characters. They belong to JK, no part of them came from my brain, but I do enjoy playing with them.

Warning: Language, Substance Use and Sex. Turn back if this isn't your cup of tea.

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I know, I know, more smut. But smut with a purpose. Please see Author Notes at the bottom so I can give credit where credit is due.

To LittleBlackSwan- Don't worry I have read HBP repeatedly, and I am well aware that Blaise is NOT a girl. BUT with that being said, I love Blaise, as a boy, a girl, an animagus, or a humback. I will take my Zabini any way. The point of inroducing Blaise as a female right off the bat was very deliberate. I need Zabini as a female later in the story as she is very important to the plot, and not in a typical trying to ruin things with Malfoy and Granger sort of way. Bear with me for a while longer I promise it will all make sense.

The Order of the Rose

Hermione was gone when he awoke. He didn't see her at breakfast, or lunch. When she finally came to dinner she was clad in a think, black, velvet robe. Her head cowled under a large hood until she sat. She did not acknowledge him and made a point to ignore him. At the end of consultations she left promptly. Draco noted she left for the grounds, the cowl pulled to hide her face.

Pansy approached him and slid and arm about his waist. "I'm horny Draco; can I come to your room?"

He shrugged her arm off, "No."

Pansy persisted, "Draco, love, I'll let you do anything you want."

He walked off and barked a, "No Pans!" behind him.

He was out on the grounds but she was nowhere in sight. Draco felt idiotic chasing her in the dark, but stayed his course to the lake. The waters were dark and turbulent, they matched his foul mood. Draco heard a woman's voice to his left and turned to see a dark figure speaking to a mermaid, half out of the water. Their words were garbled and broken by the wind, but he knew it was Granger.

He strode quickly to the duo, "Granger!" At his voice the mermaid splashed under the waters, Hermione's body went tense as she looked wildly about for retreat.

"Granger, you've been avoiding me.

She was obviously frightened, "What do you care Malfoy?"

He took her arm, "I care very much Granger; I can't get you out of my head. Do you seriously feel nothing?"

She trembled under his grip, "Of course I feel something Malfoy, but I would rather not be made the fool, so quite this fucking game alright?"

He forced her gaze, "Granger you are the only one playing games here. If you haven't noticed I am the one chasing you after dark in the freezing cold to talk to you, not the opposite."

Hermione said nothing in response; Draco growled at her and turned to leave. He was halfway up the lawn before he heard her quick steps behind him and felt her pull on his arm.

"You're not ashamed of me Malfoy?"

"Granger you are a fool. I am my own man, if you haven't noticed."

She paused, "Would you do it again?"

He turned slowly, eyeing her doubtfully, "Are you tempting me?"

She backed up a bit, "Maybe..." At that Draco caught her by the wrist and practically drug her along with him to the castle.

They made it through the front doors before running straight into Ron and Harry. The boys were furious, "Let her go Malfoy!"

"What's it to you Potter?"

Harry snarled and took a step closer, "Don't tempt me Malfoy, I will hex you into next week!"

Hermione gasped at her friend, "Harry!"

He wheeled about to face her, "What 'Mione! You want him touching you?"

Ron shoved Malfoy, "I swear to Merlin Malfoy, you touch her and-"

Draco cut him off, "And what Weasley, I'll be like you? Unlike certain peasant prats I don't go around forcing myself on women!"

Ron turned beet red, Harry looked confused and stopped his rage to view his friend, "Ron?"

Hermione took the opportunity to dart off up the stairs as Draco shoved Ron back against the wall, "Go ahead Weasley, tell Potter about how you forced yourself upon Granger. How you wouldn't stop when she said no, how you ripped her blouse and made her cry. GO AHEAD!" Draco was screaming at that point, he had no idea when he had reached such frenzy.

Harry turned to Draco, "Malfoy are you alright?"

Draco could only see red and shoved Ron again, knocking his head against the stone wall, "Fuck no I am not alright Potter! No one touches my Head Girl without paying!"

Ron spit at Draco, "Sod off Malfoy; you don't give a flying fuck about Hermione, she's a mudblood remember?"

Draco couldn't help himself, his fist flew out of its own accord and punched Weasley across the face, "Do NOT call her that Weasley!"

Harry panicked, there was nothing remotely normal about the way either boy was acting and Malfoy was getting increasingly violent. "Malfoy, I will handle this. Go take care of Hermione; I will talk with her tomorrow." His gaze told Draco he was serious. Malfoy turned in a swirl of cloaks and left.

Harry faced Ron, "You fucked up big time Rob. I'm ashamed of you." Harry left him in the entry hall nursing a bloody lip surrounded by a gawking crowd. Sure the Gryffindor trio was always at it with Draco Malfoy, but no one had seen anything like this before. Draco Malfoy never looked out for anyone else; he was a self-centered git who would never in his right mind defend a mudblood Gryffindor.

Draco billowed into the Head commons in a flurry of black robes and blond hair. The room was empty. He threw himself angrily onto the couch and sparked a joint. Draco inhaled sharply, he was sick of this bullshit, why did everything in life have to be so damn difficult? Every moment with Granger felt too good and perfect, why couldn't it just be that simple?

The portrait creaked open and Hermione stepped in. She keep her face covered as she walked towards him, "You made that pretty obvious back there Malfoy."

He couldn't read her tone, "Weasley needed to be put in his place!"

"You're not my boyfriend Draco."

He stopped at her words, "No Granger, I am not." He extended a hand, offering her the joint. Hermione took it gladly. She pulled it under her hood, only pushing the fabric back when she moved to exhale.

Her face was pale and Draco felt terrible for letting things get out of control earlier. Hermione looked truly distraught as she moved to sit next to him. He moved over, enough to accommodate her, but still remain physically close. His arm slid about her waist and brushed against her stomach as she relaxed into him.

"This is never going to work Malfoy; I can see that from kilometers away. We are like Romeo and Juliet, asking for our own demise."

Draco needed a moment to think it over; he vaguely recalled her reference, something about star-crossed lovers who both die in a joint suicide. 'That's pretty bleak Granger. You are a down right mood killer."

"Since when do you care?" She bristled under his touch.

He pulled out his arm, "Since you branded me."

Hermione jumped to her feet, "I did not brand you Malfoy! I have no idea what these are and neither do you!" He shrugged at her noncommittally. Hermione caught her breath, "Wait...do you know what this is?"

He furrowed his brow, "I have an idea, but come here and take a hit first." He pulled her back to the couch, "Granger when is the last time you saw a living tattoo?"

She though hard of every class, every lecture, every book, nothing. "Never I guess, except for the dark mark."

"Exactly."

Hermione was alarmed, "This isn't the dark mark!"

Draco laughed at her, "But do you know what the dark mark was? Before it became a weapon of evil?" She nodded no, "Fida Mia, Granger." He allowed her to process the information and knew she had it when her eyes grew wide.

"The marriage bond? The mark!" Draco smiled slightly, "But Malfoy, you can't just do that on your own. That is old, ancient, outlawed magik."

"Well then Granger, what is it?"

She took another hit and exhaled a bounty of smoke, "I don't know..."

"You are telling me you can't feel it?"

"I feel airy and light, almost happy since it happened. But I still don't see how this could happen, and with you."

He knew she hadn't meant to hurt him, in fact Draco had never felt hurt by a woman in his life, but her words sliced straight through to his core. "Oh Merlin forbid it is with a fucking Malfoy, correct?" He had no intention of yelling at her, but the pain of rejection smarted fiercely.

"Draco shut up!" He stopped at his name and turned sharply to her, she met his gaze, "Why the hell are you yelling? I meant no harm."

He slumped back, of course she didn't, her reaction was quite normal given the circumstances.

"What is all this Malfoy?"

And Draco felt himself begin to slide. Slipping down a steep cliff with nothing to stop him, not even a lone weed to cling to. The next sentence terrified him; he had no desire to say it out loud, to admit it to her. But he was a man, and men told the truth, even when the truth was a very scary thing. "It seems I may care about you Granger." He held his breath sharply.

Hermione squeezed her eyes closed and kept them shut for several long seconds. She didn't open them as she spoke, "I care about you as well Draco." Malfoy felt his heart stop momentarily, just a beat, before all the blood rushed to his head and the mark seemed to scream for her. Draco picked her up and carried her up the stairs all the while kissing her hair.

Draco laid her on his bend gently and smiled, "Granger, you are beautiful."

She smirked, "You're not half bad yourself Malfoy."

Draco forced himself to take it slow; to study her body with his kisses inch for inch. Hermione strained to kiss him back and pawed at his clothes, "Let me touch you..."

He nodded no while continuing the kisses. She took his hand, "Yes, Malfoy, teach me how." Draco was disarmed by her comment and leaned back obediently to allow her access to him.

Hermione kissed down his body unsurely, but with determination. She stopped at his erection and lightly flicker her soft pink tongue across her head. She looked up and smiled, "May I?"

He laughed lightly, "Please do..."

No sooner had the words left his lips before she took him all into her mouth, and it was amazing. She started slow, testing different movements and rhythms, and the she found it, the perfect mixture of laving and suction. Draco was moaning loudly under her ministrations, he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. His voice came out strained, "Hermione, I'm coming..." She smiled at her name and quickened her pace.

And then he came, all at once, into her mouth. She sucked and sucked, swallowing him all down.

Hermione removed her mouth with a satisfied smack and lightly licked her lips. She had no idea when Parvati and Lavender went on about how awful giving head was, Hermione thought it was particularly enjoyable. Maybe because they weren't going down on Draco Malfoy. She smirked and kissed his chest, "Was that okay?"

Draco was still light headed, fuck, she was amazing. "It was perfect. Now comes the fun part." He flipped her over onto her back and pushed into her. Hermione squealed in delight.

Fucking Hermione Granger was the most wonderful thing Draco Malfoy had ever done. His flesh burned for her and she responded in full. He could think of nothing else but bringing her to climax, working every trick he knew to make her scream his name. And she was close, oh so close.

Her voice became strangled in her throat and her body thrashed about under him. He flicked her clit, "C'mon love, you know you want to Mina." If she was surprised at the name she had no time to show it because her body arched in a massive orgasm, pulling him along over the edge with her.

They lay panting for several long moments before she cleared her throat, "You called me Mina..."

He looked at the far wall, avoiding her gaze, "Yes?"

"Well?"

"Well what Granger?"

"No one has ever called me that before."

"I think it suits you."

She grinned, "I like it." Draco said nothing else.

Hermione slipped into her usual seat with Harry in potions the next day. He smiled warmly and took her hand, "You okay Hermione?"

She squeezed his hand back, "Yeah Harry, thanks for asking."

He flinched slightly at her touch, "You okay Harry?"

He nodded briefly, "Yeah, just got all tingly there for a sec, bit odd feeling."

"The scar?"

"No like my whole body."

Snape cleared his throat and the room went silent. "Homework out! Work with you table mate on this potion until the end of class." He indicated to the board and words appeared behind him. Snape accioed their scrolls and began to grade while they worked.

Harry stirred the potion as Hermione chopped roots and added them carefully.

"Granger!" Snape barked out her name. Hermione's head shot up as the class looked to her, "Yes Professor?"

He scowled, "Come here!"

She approached his desk slowly. Snape instantly lowered his voice to a whisper, "What is the meaning of this?" He jabbed at her homework with a quill.

"You asked us for the result of our potions."

"I am aware of what I asked, Miss Granger. What I would like to know is just why is your paper about a mark."

Her met his eyes and pulled back her robes to reveal her wrist. Snape's eyes went wide, "What in the hell is that?"

"I have no idea Professor, I thought you might know."

Snape hissed, "And you are the only one?" Hermione went still and said nothing for a few long seconds. "I asked you a question, Miss Granger." His voice threatened her.

"No." She whispered.

"Who?"

Hermione shook her head no, "Miss Granger I will not ask again!"

She turned and caught Draco's steeled gaze, "Malfoy."

Snape began to cough violently, "No!" Hermione looked to the floor.

Snape stood quickly, "Class, I must see to something. I expect this potion finished by the time I get back, understood?" The class agreed in silence. Snape grabbed her arm and pulled her to the door, "Mr. Malfoy, join us." He did not turn to even look at Draco as he hurried her down the corridor.

Hermione turned to see Draco on their heels. He looked almost nervous, but Malfoy nervous, which had the effect of extreme arrogance. Snape stopped abruptly, so short that Hermione ran full force into him with an umph. "Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, you are both brilliant students but not even you two could accomplish this." He jabbed Hermione's arm, "Who did this?" He grabbed at the mark and hissed. Snape's dark mark flared in a burst of pain and then, just as suddenly, his body smoothed in cool tremors of joy. He shoved Hermione away and pulled back his sleeve.

On his wrist, where his dark mark had formerly resided, was a brilliant red rose. The center of the rose held a still snake coiled about to grasp its own tail. He turned to the two; Draco moved a step closer, positioning himself in front of Hermione. "Malfoy what is the meaning of this." He thrust his wrist at the boy.

Draco paled, "I have no idea, Sir." Snape turned quickly and charged off, leaving them to scamper behind him.

They rushed after him up to the Head Master's rooms. Snape uttered the password and led them up the stairs. The Head Master seemed surprised to see them, "Professor Snape, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Snape shoved Hermione and Draco foreword, "They bear a mark, and just now the girl marked me in the hall." He pulled back his sleeve.

Dumbledore arched an eyebrow in surprise and beckoned Hermione to him. He proceed to examine her wrist, "Miss Granger, when did this appear?"

She pulled back and moved closer to Draco, "Two days ago, after the Professor had us test the Draught of Destiny."

Dumbledore seemed to mull over this information as he looked from Malfoy to Snape, "And, Miss Granger, they appeared when you consumed the potion?"

Hermione flushed red, "More or less…"

The Head Master smothered a chuckle, "Mr. Malfoy bears one as well?" Draco stepped foreword and presented his wrist, "Whose came first?"

Draco looked confused, "It seems we acquired them at the same time, Sir."

Dumbledore surveyed the two students, "How did the mark come about?" Neither answered and focused their eyes on the floor. Snape gave them a condescending sneer, "Your Head Master asked you a question!"

Draco snarled at them, "When we were fucking, are you happy now?" Hermione yelped and attempted to cover her face with her robes. Snape made a horrible choking sound; his face was a brilliant shade of scarlet.

Dumbledore only chortled, so it seemed they were the 'chosen ones' How brilliantly delightful! "Miss Granger, is this true?" She nodded beneath her clothing, her face still buried. Dumbledore turned to Snape, "Well Professor it seems that you have triggered the oldest prophecy in the book." Snape's gaze hardened, "Sir?"

Dumbledore indicated to the three with a flip of his hand, "The Order of the Rose. The Merovingian line.

Hermione extricated her face, "Professor Dumbledore?"

He smiled at her broadly, "Miss Granger, it is my pleasure to inform you, that you, my dear, are the Holy Grail."

A/N- Okay so two other brilliant authors need to be cited for this work.

The first is over at Coloured Grey (my favorite!) and is taken from The Dragon's Bride by Rizzle. A 50 chapter masterpiece that I love to read and re-read. The concept of the Fida Mia is taken from that story. My mark is, of course, not the Fida Mia. But if you would like to know what it is, the background and why live tattoos kick total ass check out the story.

Here gentle reader is where I need your help: The second author I have no idea how to find, or when I read the story in the past year. I have tried everything to find the story and ask permission to play with the ideas. But to no avail. The story I found was about the Order, including the rose marks on the arms and ther Merovingian line. I loved it so much that I wrote a fanfic (this story) about her fanfic. Although the stories go drastically differently I would like to find and credit this author. If you know who it is PLEASE point me in the right direction.