Chapter 10: Orders

Hermione lay in bed, the sunlight from the window glowing across her face. For some reason she couldn't help thinking of Draco Malfoy. Maybe he was just messing with her head? Obviously there was nothing behind what he did the other night other than sex? That was it. He wanted in her pants…again. She blushed at her vague memories from that one night, almost a month ago now. She wished she could remember at least some of it. It sucked that so far the only two times she had had sex the first had been completely unpleasurable…and well, her eyes filled with tears, just plain awful and the second time (in the same damn night) she couldn't even recall.

What a mess she was making of things.

She lay there for a few more minutes, enjoying that snuggly just waking up feeling and held herself, remembering his touch on her body, his kisses and caresses. Then, taking a deep breath, she stood up and had to quickly lean against one of her bed posts as a wave of nausea hit her hard. Ugh…what had she eaten last night? She thought…not much really, a bit of bread and some vegetables.

The water rushed over her as she stepped into the shower and thought about the day ahead of her. It was Saturday; she would finish her homework and read so books to prepare her for class on Monday. Then, she would go down to the library and do her forth detention with Malfoy.

The first night had been the most eventful by far. The second night Hermione had been on a mental see-saw all day about what to do if the situation arose again only to be…relieved? Disappointed? When Madame Pince assigned Draco help her organize her office. She had barley seen him the night after that because on the third night Madame Pince had had him roaming all over the school to send owls to students with missing books and to deliver spare copies to different rooms.

But tonight. Tonight. There was possibility again that they might be alone to….to? Hermione didn't know what to expect or what to do…

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Draco walked down the hall towards the Slytherin common room. He didn't know why he was going there, perhaps to just get out of that god forsaken head room where all her could think about was her and she was everywhere…

He entered the common room and Blaise waved him over, he and pansy were sprawled out on the best armchair and sofa by the fire. Pansy made room for him but as soon as he sat down he felt uncomfortable as she put her head in his lap and smiled up at him.

"For god sake Pansy, can you please sit up?"

"Aw drakie…" she pouted "don't you love me anymore"

Blaise chuckled to himself and Draco shot him a look.

"Good thing you turned up when you did, I was just about to go get you" Blaise said nonchalantly

"Why?" Draco asked

"We're expecting company"

"When?"

"Very soon, we've got to go to the uh-" Blaise shot a look Pansy, her head still on Draco's lap, staring into the fire. "Let's go outside"

"Will you be back later?" Pansy hugged Draco as tightly as she could

"Maybe? I don't know just -"

"Hands off Pans" Blaise said chuckling as he pried Pansy off of him

"I'll see you later sweetheart!" Pansy called after their retreating backs as they walked out of the common room

"I don't know why you even bother to resist mate, she's not bad looking"

"because Blaise, if I give a little…have sex with her more often than I really need to with her…I'll never be able to shake her off"

Blaise grinned, "I suppose that's true"

They walked in silence.

"So how's that mudblood working out?"

"You mean Granger?" Draco replied, trying to hide himself gritting his teeth at her being called a mudblood… but why should he care though right?

"Yah, gotten any action since that party?"

"Uh…naw dude she's a prude when she's not drunk"

"Maybe I'll have a go"

"Maybe not."

"Why not? She's not bad looking; she's had a little practice so I'm sure she's not a bad fuck"

"Just don't, not her… there's plenty of other chicks to go after Blaise"

"Dude share the love, why not? I love a challenge"

"Drop it"

Blaise nodded towards the woods and Draco spotted two cloaked figures at the edge of them, just beyond the first few trees. They approached them in silence and once they were close enough Draco could make out the distinct form of his father and…Snape.

He didn't care how many times his father assured him Snape was on their side, he agreed with his aunt Bella on this…Snape was defiantly batting for the other team. But whatever, it wasn't really his problem. He didn't care either way as long as in the end he could live a decent life with some extra money it didn't matter to him which side won.

"Son." Lucius Malfoy stated, grasping Draco's arm in what he probably thought was a fatherly manner.

"Father" Draco replied, then turned to Blaise and Snape, "what's all this about then?"

"We have instructions from the dark lord my son"

"And what's he doing here" Blaise said darkly, nodding his head at Snape

"I am still your teacher and superior Zabini and I will demand some respect" Snape hissed

"Severus," Lucius warned and then turned to the boys, "this is going to be your hardest task ever, but it is also your most important. The dark lord is depending on you, without you completing this task we may never be able to defeat Harry Potter."

"What do you need us to do" Blaise breathed, his eyes full of importance

Draco folded his arms and let against a tree, this was ridiculous…when was Voldie just going to give up already?

"You must kill Albus Dumbledore. I don't care how as long as you do it before you have to leave school. But keep in mind" Lucius' face was lined with worry "You must not fail. Draco, our whole family will be punished if you do, and Blaise…your mother too."

Blaise nodded but Draco was aghast with anger, "and how on earth are we supposed to do that when the dark lord himself can't!"

"Don't you dare disrespect the dark lord's judgment Draco!"

"Isn't it obvious?" whispered Snape "you have the element of surprise on your side, corner him do what you must but be assured…he won't be expecting it"

"We'll keep you updated on our progress" Blaise said

"Alright, well I better go…these are not the times for someone like me to linger around Hogwarts"

"I'll walk you boys back up to the castle" announced Snape and he set off, not even bothering to see if they were following

Blaise grinned and hurried after him but Draco turned to look back at his father, who looked very old suddenly…his face lined with worry.

"Be careful son" he cautioned as he turned and walked away into the woods

Draco watched him go and then followed the distant figures of Snape and Blaise back up to the castle

But he couldn't help thinking…Voldie really had lost his marbles this time….

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"Alright you two, I have some, um, business to attended to in another part of the castle. So I would, like you to put away all the books and then you can go"

Hermione nodded and Madame Pince looked towards the door where Filtch stood and blushed.

"Alright well, I expect it all to be done so get started" and with that Pince left Hermione and Draco alone in the library.

"You don't think…?" Hermione asked

"Yah. I do"

"How can you be sure?"

"I found a picture of Filtch in her desk draw when I was helping her clean out her office"

Hermione's laugh lit up the room, "no you didn't!"

Draco couldn't help smiling back, "you'll never know"

Shaking her head, and still giggling to herself, Hermione walked away from him towards the huge stack of books waiting to be put away. Draco followed her over and took a stack of books, ready to hand her the next one when she stuck out her hand.

They worked in silence for half an hour, the memories of the last time they had had a detention together running through both of their heads. Draco kept remembering how her skin felt when he touched it, how those lips of hers felt.

Snap out of it. Stop it Draco. Stop. He shook his head, trying to rid the images from himself. He watched her bend over to put a book on a lower shelf. His eyes ran up the backs of her legs to her skirt which rose with her bend.

"So, um…which NEWTs are you going to take?"

"Uhm -" Draco's voice cracked and Hermione gave him a strange look, "well I don't really know, probably all the main ones and a few more…you?"

"All of them."

"Why am I not shocked at all?"

Hermione smiled and she stuck out her hand for the next book, "I like to keep my options open"

"Come on, there must be a reason. Why do you always try so hard? Why not have some fun once and a while"

"I don't know"

"Yah you do"

She sighed and leaned against a table, "maybe…well I think that I just want to prove that I'm as good, that I can be better than everyone else"

"Why do you have to prove that?"

"Because I'm a muggleborn"

"That doesn't matter"

"Really? That's not what you've been preaching for the past 7 years"

Draco bit his lip; he didn't really know what to say to that…it was true, kind of. "I'm sorry…I obviously don't believe those things"

"Then why do say them? Why do you stand behind them? Why do you call people who are just as good at magic as yourself m...mudbloods" Her face was flushed and her eyes narrowed when she looked at him

"You wouldn't understand"

"Try me" she replied, moving from her table to a chair right next to it

He sat down too, "alright fine. I didn't choose what family I was born to, and neither did you. My family is one of the most powerful families in England and everyone knows they follow the dark lord. I have to keep up appearances"

"So that's all it is, keeping up appearances…you don't believe in any of it?"

"Well…some of it maybe"

"Why can't you just break free then, you don't have to follow them"

"Why do you follow Dumbledore?"

"Well I …"

"Have to?"

Hermione blushed, "In some ways I do have to?"

"Why? You don't have to be as involved as you are; you put yourself in so much unnecessary danger! And you have a bloody choice about it!"

"So do you!"

"No. I don't. My family made that choice for me and now…if I don't do what He says, if I don't succeed then…" His voice trailed off and Hermione noticed that his eyes were shining with something, tears?

She reached across the table and took his hand

"I'll never be safe Hermione, no matter which side wins"

She didn't say anything. They sat there, her hand still over his. He turned his hand palm up and laced his fingers with hers, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. Their eyes met and Hermione felt cornered, felt like he could see into her, and know that she was thinking about the other night and how he had made her want him.

She blushed and got up, releasing his hand. "We better put the rest of these books away"

"Yah…" Draco whispered, his eyes still on her

The worked in silence again until Hermione got to a book that belonged on the top most shelf. She could have asked Draco to put it up there she supposed, but she didn't want to be the one who broke the silence so instead she brought a chair over and stood on it, stretching to her tippy toes to put it away.

Her long legs stretched in front of him, why hadn't she just made him put the damn book away. God, he couldn't help himself…she wasn't Granger anymore the goody two shoes Ms. Know-it-all. She was long legged, smooth skinned, short skirt Hermione.

Hermione almost toppled over and grabbed the top of the bookcase for support as she felt his slightly cool hand creeping up the back of her leg. She felt it rise; tracing circles on the back of her knee, up her thigh, the fingers spreading out over the curve of her backside. Her breath caught as he fingers ran over her panties and…in between her thighs.

It all happened very quickly. Her knees buckled, the chair tipped, Draco dropped the books he had been holding with one arm and she fell. Draco threw out his arms and managed to stop her hitting the ground with her head.

She looked up at him, breathing heavily, and couldn't stop herself any more. Her arms snaked around his neck and she felt herself being pulled into him. He pulled her down on top of him and hit the carpeted library floor with a thud, his hungry mouth on hers…wanting more.

He flipped them over so he was on top of her, but she didn't resist him. He had lost his mind, he wasn't thinking, his senses were taking over. He began to unbutton her untucked shirt and she moaned against his mouth and he ran his hands over her stomach and up to her chest, pushing up her bra and running his fingers around her nipples.

She let out a tiny gasp and he could feel his erection press against his pants, restricted. He didn't know how far she would let him go but he broke the kiss and began to trail his lips in the valley between her breasts, his hands running up her legs again. He pushed her skirt up and gently glided his hands over her panties, feeling the heat there. She sat up and pulled him into a deep bruising kiss, so deep that he didn't even realize that her hand had snaked down and was now unzipping his pants.

Did she really want him to fuck her here? His breath caught and he let out a moan as he felt her soft hand take his erection and started to stroke. He kissed her harder and pulled her into him with one hand at the back of her head and the other moving down underneath the waist band of her skirt. He pushed her thighs apart and stroked his hand along her panties then pulling them down and feeling her, exploring her. Her breath quickened and so did her hand as he let his fingers circle her heat. She ground against his hand. He was so close; almost there…his heart felt like it was going to explode.

And then release, waves of pleasure and Hermione cried out a whimper with him as he continued to run his fingers along her, stroking her, she collapsed on top of him kissing his neck, sucking his lips, moaning his name, the pleasure washing over her too.

He removed his hand while the other stroked her hair, pushing it out of her face. They lay there panting, sweaty; her eyes shone out at him like beams of light.

"I need to thank Professor McGonagall" She whispered

"For what?"

"For giving me detention."

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A/N: Raunchy eh!? Hahahha I hope you all enjoyed it, it's not rated M for nothing ; )

Some of my reviewees have commented on how believable this story is. I agree that some of my characters actions really aren't believable, especially Ron…poor guy, I tried to make the characters at least act like Rowling's would but long story short if my characters were her characters then this would never ever happen…so what would be the fun in writing a Dramione fic! Haha I've tried to make the transition simpler, Draco's the bad-ass Slytherin who ends up having a heart underneath all that meanness (kinda like Rowling's did in the books) and Hermione is let down by her friends so finds comfort elsewhere

A quick clarification…this story is running as if the 6th book never happened. Draco has been given the task of killing Dumbledore by Voldemort who is losing his powers daily...so which side will he choose? Voldie's? Meaning that he may never see Hermione again or Dumbledore's? Condemning his family to almost certain death….

Uh oh! Please review!!!! Come on I can see how many people are reading my fic if you each left me just one comment think about how much feedback I would be getting!!!!

Also, if you're bored and waiting for me to update you can always read and review my other fic that I have completed called Ta Douleur

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