Chapter 5: Wednesday morning, the Library
An hour later, having spoken with his father, an anxious Draco
returns to Grangers bedroom.
Grangers still in her underwearplain white cottonsearching
through yesterdays discarded clothing. When he enters, she
turns to him, panicking. I cant find my wand!
Fuck, hed forgotten about that!
Potter has it, he says, capturing her in his arms
as a pre-emptive measure. Its all right, itll
be returned once youre cleared of the charges.
He feels her body sag, and he manoeuvres her back to the bed,
and sits her down. We can find you a temporary wand,
he says, sitting down beside her. It wont be the same,
I know, but at least
The Auror Office wont allow that, she says.
Whos going to tell them?
She slumps against his shoulder. Merlin, youre such
a Malfoy, she says.
A few hours ago, you were telling the whole world what
a wonderful thing that is.
She makes a noise, which he hopes is a chuckle. Then he remembers
his mission. Youd better get dressed, Granger,
he says. Theres a lot to see.
...
They sneak downstairs, peeking round corners and darting for
cover like children playing a game. As they approach Luciuss
study, Draco goes on ahead and, once hes sure its
safe, he beckons to Granger, and they slip into the Library unseen.
Draco seals the doors. Its in here, he says,
leading her to an alcove on the far side of the fireplace. Its
well-hidden... He runs his fingers along one of the bookshelves,
selects a particular book, and pulls it half way out.
Theres a soft click, and a full-length door, disguised
by rows of fake books, swings open to reveal a tiny room, just
big enough to contain a stone pedestal supporting a shallow stone
bowl.
Not many families have their own pensieve, says Draco,
who cant help boasting, even though hes nervous. He
takes a glass vial from his breast pocket and hands it to Granger.
Granger holds it up to the light, and studies its contentsseveral
wisps of a silvery substanceDracos memories of his
earlier meeting with his father.
Does it help us? she asks.
Its... Well, youd better prepare yourself.
Its a bit of a shock.
She pulls out the stopper and tips the memories into the bowl.
I hope you extracted the right ones, she says. I
dont think my nerves could take watching us play that dice
game.
Nor mine, at the moment. Draco smiles ruefully. Though
Im sure I could manage something if you happened to get
all hot and bothered. He holds out his hand, and Granger
grasps it, and they squeeze into the little room. This is
going to be cosy.
Together, they bend over the pensieve, and fall into his memories,
searching for clues.
...
Ah, Draco, says Lucius, close the door;
take a seat.
Draco, standing with Granger beside his fathers desk, watches
himself cross the study, pull out a chair, and sit down. Cant
Father see, he wonders, how nervous I am?
Have you spoken to your mother this morning?
Yes, Father.
Good. I know that she was worried about your future
wifes
What did you want to talk to me about, Father?
Draco interrupts.
Lucius takes up a knife and carefully trims the nib of his
quill. Shortly after your precipitous exit from the Moran
Holdings meeting, I received an owl from the Head of the Auror
Office
Gawain Robards?
Do you know of another Head Auror?
Draco scowls.
He informed me that your future wife had been arrested
on suspicion of murdersome Muggle woman, I believe, and
a prostitute, if Ive understood correctly?
Father
Lucius holds up his hand. Ive spoken to Robards,
privately, he says, selecting a sheet of vellum, and
hes assured me that this unpleasant business can be kept
away from the newspapersuntil, that is, your future wife
is charged with murder. If that should happen, it will be out
of his hands, and far beyond my reach.
He removes the stopper from his inkwell, and dips his quill.
Perhaps you would be kind enough to tell me, Draco, what
your future wi
She has a name, Father!
Hermione, says Lucius. Which you never use.
I call her Granger. Its what I called her at school.
Well, thenperhaps you would be kind enough to
tell me what Granger was doing in a Knockturn Alley brothel?
Draco runs a hand through his hair. She wasnt
in the brothel. And you know very well what she was doing, Father,
he says.
Lucius looks up from his writing. He seems genuinely surprised.
What are you talking about?
Draco feels Granger squeeze his hand, as if to say, Look at
that!
You set it up, says Draco, using that letter.
You thought it would make her leave me.
I trust, says Lucius, and theres an edge
to his voice thats more fear than threat, that my
letter was delivered safely?
Of course not. Granger followed mejust as youd
plannedand saw everything.
Draco, says Lucius, I have no idea what
youre talking about. Tell me exactly what happened to my
letter.
Reluctantly, Draco describes his encounter with Delilah Caine,
her attempts to entice him into the building, the Freezing Charm,
and Hermiones reaction.
His father makes no comment on his complicated sex life. You
dropped my letter, he says, rising to his feet, you...!
And, throwing his inky pen down on his desk, he paces like a caged
lion, berating his son.
Grangers fingers crush Dracos in silent support.
Have you any idea, says Lucius, are you
remotely capable of comprehending, what you have done?
Yes, yells Draco. Yes! Ive got Granger
accused of murder!
Granger slides her arm around his waist.
Some weeks ago, hisses Lucius, I was informedit
need not concern you by whomthat an anonymous party, with
seemingly impeccable credentials, was anxious to acquire a certainitemfrom
the Malfoy collection.
I thought all those things had been confiscated.
Obviously not.
So youre saying that the letter was to this party?
To his agent in London.
And whos that, Father? Father? Who is it?
Borgin, says Lucius.
Borgins still trading?
Covertly.
How could you do something so stupid? cries Draco.
We dont need the money! You should have
What?
Surrendered the fucking thing to the Ministry!
That little mudblood really does hold your jewels in
the palm of her hand, doesnt she?
Only when Im lucky! yells Draco, clenching
his fists. He takes a few rasping breaths, and forces himself
to calm down. Look, Fatherjust tell me whywhy
did you send me to deliver the letter?
Because Borgin would only deal with you! He knows
you! Besides, you already had legitimate business in Diagon Alley,
and there would be no reason for anyone to suspect anything if
theyd caught you sneaking off! Of course, I seriously overestimated
your competence, as usual, Draco.
Draco hears Granger mutter, The bastard!
Well, says Draco, angrily, I can tell you
that your party wasnt Borgin. I heard his voice
when he cast the Freezing Charm, and it certainly wasnt
Borgins.
Then who was it?
I dont know. But Granger thinks its someone
who wants revenge. On you father. On you.
...
The memory blurs, and Draco, still holding Grangers hand,
feels himself float upwards, and land on the floor of the pensieve
room.
What did your father say to that? asks Granger.
Nothing youd want to hear.
She slips out into the library, and sits down in one of the big,
wing-back chairs. Draco pulls up a footstool, and sits at her
feet.
He was telling the truth, she says.
I know.
But I think the revenge is on you as much as on your father,
Draco. This wizard asked for you. Shes wearing
the little frown she always wears when shes thinking. He
obviously wants your father to suffer. But he wanted you
inside the house. I dont think he had any idea that Id
be there because, if Id been with you in the first place,
none of that business with Delilah would have worked... I
wrecked his plans, Malfoy, and he wants me out of the way.
Draco stretches out his arms. Come here, he mouths,
andsomehowthey end up lying on the floor, with Draco
on his back and Granger straddling him. Why is it,
he murmurs, and hes not joking, that, whenever anything
bad happens, I get this really desperate urge to shag you?
Youre highly sexed. Its the way youre
made.
It wears me out.
I happen to like it.
He reaches up, and tucks a thick lock of hair behind her ear.
Im just a coward, he says, with a big
dick.
Draco! Youre not a coward.
Tell me one thing Ive ever done that was brave, Granger.
You piled those desks up, she says, talking about
the Room of Requirement, and dragged Goylegreat, big,
heavy Goyleto the top of them, and hung onto him, when you
could have let go of him and let Harry save you.
Notice that it was Potter who was doing the actual saving,
Granger. And you and the Weasel.
She frowns, and he knows, from her expression, that shes
going to bring up the subject of his nightmares. You tried
to help Crabbe as well, didnt you?
He sighsa great, shuddering sigh. Hes thinking, Maybe
telling her about it will help, somehow, andwhen he
finally does answerhis voice is hoarse, like it had been
on that terrible day: He wasnt human, Grangernot
any morejust burnt skin on black bones, thrashing and screaming,
Help me, help me
I couldnt get anywhere
near him. I just grabbed Goyle, and weIleft
him to die... I just... Oh, fucking hell, Granger, I want to shag
you so much! He closes his eyes and tries to will the desire
away.
Its normal, Draco. He feels her fingers stroke
his cheek.
Normal? What are you talking about? He shakes his
head, trying to escape her hand. Nowhatever it might
begetting a raging hard-on at the thought of your friend
burning to death is not normal.
Yes it is.
Says who?
Muggle psychologists. They say that, when you experience
death like that, you need to prove to yourself that youre
still aliveyou need to make new life, Draco. Its
completely normal.
Well, if you ask me, its pathetic. Its the
heroes who get to fuck the girls, Granger. We wimps arent
supposed to reproduce ourselves.
Oh, Draco! She slides her arms under him,
and hugs him tightly.
He doesnt hug back. The thing is, he says,
I know what youre going to say. And the more I think
about it, the more cowardly I get.
She raises her head again, and looks down at him, frowning. What
am I going to say?
Youre going to say that we need to go back to Knockturn
Alley and break into that house and search it.
Actually, I was going to say that we need to extract your
memories of the Freezing Charm, and examine them in the pensieve.
But searching the house is an even better idea.
Draco swears.
So well do both, she says, decisively. But
first, she adds, with a kiss, lets give you
that shag.
...
He lifts himself up on his hands and, leaning down, he kisses
her breasts. The new positions altered the angle of his
hips, and they flex with every lick, nip, and nuzzle, making his
cock jerk in tiny, teasing thrusts, which provoke a series of
strangled gasps from Granger.
He raises his head. I love it when you make that noise.
They share a smile.
Got your confidence back, I see, she says. Then,
brushing her thumb across his lips, she adds, Next time
you get close, Draco, youd better let yourself come. We
need to look at those memories.
...
They watch Dracos memories of the Freezing Charm twice,
but find little to enlighten them.
She was absolutely desperate to lure you into the house,
says Granger. Did you see her expression when you
turned to leave? Id say she was terrified.
Yes, says Draco, lifting the silvery wisps back into
the vial. Hed obviously threatened her.
Did you recognise his voice?
No. Theres something familiar about it, but...
He shrugs. I am sure its not Borgin.
Well, we certainly need to go back there. And I think we
need to go to Madam Mafaldas.
Draco inserts the stopper, and looks up at her. Youre
joking.
No.
Its a brothel, Granger. And youre
What? A prude?
I was going to say youre a punters wet dream
but, now that you mention it, yes, you are a bit of a prude
with anyone but me. He slips the vial into his breast pocket
and holds out his hands to her. Besides, I dont want
you going in there.
Why not?
Because its not the sort of place you should see.
What are you talking about? I played the dice game.
With me! AndI dont want to shatter your
illusions, Granger, butthat audience wasnt real.
You played it often, didnt you?
A few times. He pulls her into his arms andto
his reliefshe doesnt resist.
Was it always with her? she asks, softly.
Yes.
Did you love her, Draco?
No. He holds her tightly. I was fond of her,
in a way, andwellI always gave her extra money, just
for herself. But she wasnt you, Granger.
Did she have any friends, that you know of? Amongst the
other women?
Ive no idea. Why?
Because wed need to talk to them.
In case she told them anything.
Yes.
Draco sighs. All right. But let me go on my own.
No.
You can watch it later, in the pensieve.
No.
You dont trust me.
I dont trust them, Malfoy. Theyll be
all over you.
He rubs her backthis possessive side of her is pleasing
and annoying in equal parts. They wont let you in
there, you know.
They will if you pay them enough. You can hire the entire
place.
The girls wont talk to you.
They will if you offer them a reward.
Theyll lie.
Well give them Veritaserum.
Fucking hell, Granger, you just dont know when to
give up, do you?
Neither do you.
Well... I tend to give up now, and come back later.
Granger chuckles against his chest. Do you have
any Veritaserum, Malfoy?
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