Chapter 8
Today was a special day. From the very early morning, thunderclouds were gathering over Hogwarts and a strong wind was blowing. As if nature itself knew what was going to happen. The students were at school, no one wanted to go outside. In addition to lessons, they sat in warm living rooms by the fireplace and talked, played chess or went about their business.
Hermione was sitting on a black leather sofa in the living room of her faculty. It so happened that the Slytherins had no lessons before lunch. Only Divination and Protection from the dark arts after. But the Malfoys didn't need it today. After breakfast, the girl did not go out anywhere else. Draco was still in the hospital wing. He missed breakfast and lunch, which was brought to him. When he got dressed and left the room, thunder was already rumbling outside.
***
"Hermione, where's your brother?" Parkinson asked, sitting down on the sofa next to her and taking off her shoes. — It's so cold today… My feet are frozen.
"I do not know, Pansy. He said he had some business," the girl lied. "Where's Blaze? I thought you were going out together tonight?"
"Come on, this walk… It's chilly out there. At such a time, just sit and warm yourself by the fireplace. Here my mother and I... if it rains or snows outside, we read something in the library, bake in the kitchen instead of brownies, or just relax by the fireplace."
"That sounds great. It's almost the same with us. First I join Draco, then he and I go to Mom's. Or she's coming to us. Oh, don't you want to go for a walk with me now?" Hermione asked, looking at her watch. The arrow was just approaching one o'clock in the afternoon. It's scary to wait for Draco alone.
"Let's go anywhere for you," the girl put on her shoes and got up from the sofa, lazily stretching. "Only for a short time. You know how it is here.… There are all sorts of drafts."
***
Draco was standing by the disappearing closet. He decided to double-check everything again to make sure he didn't screw up. All that remained was to give the signal, and it was possible to leave. After sending an apple through the cupboard, Malfoy left the rescue room. The merchant of the store "Gorbin and Barkes" informed Bellatrix about the closet, and the eaters appeared instantly. After waiting for his aunt, Fenrir the Grey and two other henchmen, Malfoy went to work.
It wasn't difficult to find Dumbledore. It was enough to just ask a few students. And the Astronomical Tower was waiting for him.
"Shut up… My permission... to discover ... is ordered... to me," Draco heard these voices as soon as he began to climb the stairs. The old man was not alone. The wand was ready, he would be able to disarm everyone, do what needed to be done, and get out of there as quickly as possible. "Good evening, Draco. What brings you here on this wonderful evening?"
Dumbledore was alone, and Malfoy quickly looked around the room. There is no one there. Who was he talking to here? Potter? One of the teachers?
"Who else is here? Who were you talking to?!" so far, he has been firm and confident. You can't show your weakness and cowardice.
"I often argue with myself. I find it incredibly useful," the headmaster replied, looking Malfoy in the eye. "Do you doubt yourself?"
Draco was taken aback for a second, even almost dropped his wand. What? Why does he say that? Does he know something? Did he know or guess…
"Draco," Albus continued. "You're not a murderer, are you?"
"How do you know that?! I've done a lot of things!"
"For example, I bewitched Katie Bell to bring me a cursed necklace. Or he replaced the bottle with a poisoned one."
He knew everything. It was easy to cast a spell on that girl, Draco coped well with unforgivable spells at his age. But the idea of the poisoned bottle was already Hermione's.
"I'm sorry, Draco, but in my opinion, these actions are too unconvincing to brag about."
"He believes me," Draco put his wand away and abruptly pulled up the sleeve of his jacket, exposing the dark mark. Maybe now this old man will understand that Draco has no choice but to kill him. "He chose me!"
There was amazement on Dumbledore's face, perhaps fear, but not for himself, but for Draco. What else could he think? The Malfoy family has always followed Voldemort. The head of the family, Lucius Malfoy, was a death eater. Even Hermione joined them. They had no other way out to survive and maintain their influence.
"Then I'll make it easier for you," Albus spread his arms, pulling out an elder wand.
"Expelliarmus!" Draco said, disarming the headmaster. Although it didn't look like he was going to resist.
"Not bad. Not bad at all," Albus said, and immediately the sound of doors was heard. "You're not alone, are you... friends with you?" there are a lot of questions in my head again. At Hogwarts, not everyone can be transgressed. How did the death eaters get here? "But how?"
"The vanishing cupboard is in the Rescue Room," the guy replied. "I fixed it."
"I understand, there is a second... twin closet."
"At Gorbin and Barkes. There is a passage between them," Draco did not realize himself that he was only stalling for time. The hardest thing for him to do is in front of the death eaters and Aunt Bella.
"Brilliant," said Dumbledore, hesitating for a moment. "Draco, I've already met one boy who made the wrong choice. Let me help you?"
"I don't need your help!" that was the last straw in the director's words. Draco fell apart like a freshman. What kind of help can there be? After his so-called help, the Dark Lord will order Mom and Hermione to be killed or tortured. He couldn't risk them like that. "Isn't it clear? I have to do this. I have to kill you, or he'll kill me and my family" he won't be able to do it. Draco had figured that out a long time ago. Even if he could kill him through poison or a curse, but not by throwing an Awada, standing in front of the director.
***
The girls stood at the dungeons, going around everything, looking at paintings, some secret passages and occasionally discussing something.
"Herm, I'll probably go now. I still have a letter to write to my mom," Pansy said, approaching her friend. "I'll try to make peace with her. Still, difficult times are coming."
"Yes, of course, be sure to make peace with her. Say hi," Hermione hugged the Slytherin girl, and she flew back into the living room.
The room was cold and almost dark. There were few torches on the walls, so I had to use the Lumos Maxim spell.
How long she stood there, the girl did not know until she heard screams. Turn out. Draco did it. It was one of the students shouting in the street. But why there? After leaving the dungeons, Malfoy just came across Bellatrix, who was walking and rejoicing at her success.
"My dear," the woman smiled and hugged Hermione. "It's time to go home."
"Aunt Bella… Draco!" Hermione rushed into the guy's arms as soon as he appeared from behind the three men.
"You will have more time to cuddle each other!" Lestrange shouted. "Now we have to leave!"
On the way out of Hogwarts, the death eaters smashed everything around, shouted disarming spells at students and teachers. The Dark Lord did not order anyone else to be killed here, just to have fun and take his soul away.
To choose from the protective field, I had to cross the bridge to the forester's hut, and from there into the Forbidden Forest, where everyone apparated to Malfoy Manor. Hermione did not let go of Malfoy's hand for a second, afraid that they would be separated.
"Children!" Narcissa shouted, running up to Draco and Hermione, immediately wrapping the two in an embrace. "That's it, that's it, be quiet… You did well," she says, turning to her son. "You did everything you needed to do."
"Mom, it wasn't me," Draco said. There are a lot of thoughts in my head that he did not kill the director, that he will receive punishment. That now the mother and sister will not be well.
"Severus will figure it out. He will help."
"Draco, let's go to the fireplace, I'm cold," Hermione said and pulled the guy into the living room. Nearby there were brownies, ready to carry out any orders of the owners.
"Nora, get us a bath in the west bathroom," Draco said and took Hermione's hand, heading for the stairs. "We both need to warm up and relax," he said and kissed her on the cheek.
Nora immediately nodded and disappeared, leaving behind a pinch of elven magic from the transgression.
Surprisingly, the estate was warm, as Nora later explained, it was my mother who ordered all the fireplaces in the living rooms to be lit so that she would feel comfortable here alone.
The bathroom was filling up very quickly. There was already foam inside with several rosebuds and sea salt. Draco closed the door and took off his jacket, throwing it aside. Hermione still felt out of place. Malfoy came up behind her, which made her flinch.
"Is everything okay? We're at home."
"Yes... now yes."
***
What was happening in the bathroom was hidden from prying ears with a sound insulation spell. There was steam from the hot water in the room. In the bathtub itself, half filled with foam, two young people were sitting, who at the moment were very passionate about each other.
Things were scattered nearby on the floor, and the chopsticks were lying somewhere on a table near the mirror. Draco was enjoying the girl's company. He idolized her at such moments. How he missed her body. Now his lips wandered over the soft neck, his hands kneaded her lush breasts, and Hermione caressed him between his legs, gently squeezing the hot flesh.
Malfoy's hand moved from her neck to her hips and stroked them underwater, giving the girl goosebumps. Hermione squeezed the guy's hair at the back of his head with one hand. She pulled the overgrown strands a little. Draco mumbled contentedly, cupping her chin with his hand and covering her warm lips, kissed her wetly, running his tongue.
Hermione moans blissfully, then flinches as Draco pinches her nipples.
In response, she slowly runs her fingers over his penis, moves her hand up and down, teases and smiles cunningly in a kiss, watching him.
Under water, caresses are felt especially acutely and sensitively. Draco moans sweetly when Hermione squeezes her hand at the head of his penis. She openly demonstrates her arousal, breathes deeply and looks into his eyes with dilated pupils, as if looking into his very soul.
Draco pulls Hermione to him by the neck and kisses her passionately, biting her lips. He runs his palms over her breasts, causing her to tremble. Hermione takes her time, teases, strokes his groin, and then goes on to kiss his neck and shoulders.
Malfoy can't wait and hold back anymore. He pulls Hermione to him and sits on his cock, setting the pace for them on his own. At first, he does not change it, bringing himself to the very edge, and then switches to a fast one. After a few minutes, Malfoy removes his hands from her waist, urging Hermione to move herself, and she obediently continues.
He sometimes changes the tempo to a slow one, and it blows both their minds again. And when she starts moaning his name, he can't find a place for himself from the sudden ecstasy and moans for a long time, closing his eyes.
They are sitting opposite each other in barely cooled water, but heated air. The girl is lying with her back on his chest, and Draco is smiling happily, fingering her hair.
***
A memory of Hermione and Draco at the age of 14.
The downpour outside the window, the hand of the clock, an interesting book and her own breathing did their job — the girl began to feel irresistibly sleepy. The sofa in the living room was soft, plus fluffy pillows next to it, which made Hermione not even resist sleeping.
Draco was running around with Nott and Zabini at the time. The boys competed by flying on a broomstick near the Zabini estate. When the hand of the clock was already well past midnight, Malfoy returned home. One of the brownies immediately took his wet coat from him, and hot tea appeared on the table in the dining room.
But Draco went far from having tea, but straight to the living room. It was the third night Hermione had fallen asleep like this on the couch from reading, so he knew he would find her there.
He was right. Hermione was sleeping on the couch, and there was a blanket lying next to her. Only there was no book. Probably one of the brownies took it away. As soon as the guy sat down next to her and covered her with a blanket, she opened her eyes and stared at him.
"Did I sleep long?"
"I don't know, it's almost two o'clock in the morning," my brother replied.
"what? And you just came back?! Do Mom and Dad know?"
"What do they want? I'm old enough to go out with my friends," he sat down more comfortably, moving the girl.
"What do you mean? I'm all… Your hair smells like my shampoo.… Did you take my shampoo?!"
"Don't yell, you'll wake everyone up," Draco smiled slyly. "Yes, yours. The aroma of bubblegum, mint and something else…"
"But this is my shampoo!"
"Never mind."
They turned away from each other in embarrassment, thinking that the conversation had gone wrong somehow.
"How was the walk?" she asked.
"Okay, I beat Blaze at Quidditch, and Theo almost got a bludger."
"I see," Hermione smiled and only now realized that her book was missing somewhere. "Have you seen the book? I've read it."
"No, maybe Nora took it away?"
Hermione got up from the couch and stretched. — I'm going to bed, tomorrow to Diagon Alley for new robes. By the way, you should go to bed already. You're coming with me. Dad won't let me go alone.
"Tell me, where did you get such a mom from, huh? You keep pointing," Draco frowned and got up from the couch. His hair was ridiculously bristling in different directions. Since the end of his sophomore year, he stopped packing them.
"What, a new one?" Hermione laughed." Maybe we should go to bed already?"
"Come on, let's go, let's go," taking her by the arm, Draco almost skipped to the second floor.
"You know, it's not very comfortable to sleep on the couch. My back falls off later," she said, walking to her door.
"What are you talking about? And you don't need to fall asleep there," Malfoy walked up to her and looked her up and down for some reason.
"And I..." Hermione began her excuses, as she was silenced by a light kiss on the lips.
The girl was taken aback by this and pushed him away with her hand, which made Draco grin and head for his room.
"Good night, sis."