Chapter 7

A/n: I'm really really sorry that I haven't updated in a decade...what can I say? Life was in the picture.

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She was walking down to Lucius's old study, Her blond hair limp and damp with stress and worry.

She hurried into the doors, and ran to a small bookcase and removed a book.

This book was old, passed down through generations of Malfoys. It was a large weathered brown book with the Malfoy crest sealed onto the top, and a lock on the side. This old book contained raw magic... it was neither black or white magic. The raw magic molded itself to the wizard, so that it could be used for good or evil.

Many years ago the Malfoy ancestors put a spell on the book so that only a Malfoy by blood or marriage could open it. Narcissa merely stroked the lock and it clicked open. She opened the book, she knew that if she concentrated hard enough that the book would open to the page that she required. The book was almost alive with magic. Sure enough she opened the book and there was the exact page she needed. She brushed her fingers along the page her breath harsh and short... She remembered looking at that exact same page nearly four years ago, when Lucius was still alive.

…...

Draco just sat in his office holding a hangover potion in one hand, and his forehead in the other. After going to the jazz club and being rejected yet again, he went home in an absolute rage. He was now trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with Hermione Granger.

"It's as if she has complete memory loss... she really had no idea what the fuck I was talking about."

He frowned as he sat contemplating this new information. He began to drum his fingers on his desk looking out into space not really looking at anything, but thinking.

"I don't blame her for wanting to forget...after all that shit we went through."

He sighed, it was like he could never fully leave the past behind. He rolled up the sleeve of his robes and took out his wand. He whispered "Revelesco" and traced an intricate pattern on his forearm. Slowly black ink began to spread out over the skin of his forearm to reveal a skull and snake. He brushed the tips of his fingers over the dark mark...he would give anything to have it removed. The magical process needed to remove cursed tattoos took many sessions and was quite painful. He never actually got the nerve to call the clinic to schedule an appointment. He closed his eyes regretting the path he had chosen when he was younger. He waved his wand over his arm and recast the covering spell...the black inked skull and snake faded to a muted grey and disappeared. With a new found determination he decided to leave the house and pay someone a visit.

…...

Hermione was confounded...she didn't know what to say. She realized she was probably gong into shock. She had woken up earlier in the day with a headache. "That is the last time I will EVER be drinking that Hell juice!" She groaned. Squinting her eyes she rolled over trying to rummage through her dresser drawer looking for hangover potion. Last night she had gotten into her liquor cabinet and drank two bottles of red wine. Her hands clasped a vial in the dresser. As she downed the potion her head cleared...she sat on her bed staring at the wine stains on her carpet from where she had dropped the bottles and flung herself into bed. Suddenly all the events of the last night came rushing back to her. She groaned and sank right back into her comforter again.

'This is no time for foolishness' She reprimanded herself. "I need to get myself together and figure out what the hell is going on!" Hermione gingerly got up and went into the kitchen to fix herself some tea, so she could think clearly.

As she waited on the kettle, She sank down into her wooden kitchen chair and began to think.

"It's obvious that something bizarre is going on here. I doubt Malfoy was lying" She said aloud to herself, she could remember the feel of his arms on her and felt a sort of comfort. She shuddered.

"This is so strange...I don't remember any of what Malfoy claimed and yet I believe him. I need to talk to him because this is just ridiculous." She got up from her wooden chair with a new found determination and yanked the whistling kettle off the stove.

"But ferret boy?...really?" She said with an exasperated shout, slamming teacup down. "I hate not knowing things! " She said muttering as she carefully poured her tea. She heard a loud pop.

"Of course you do...we didn't call you a know it all for nothing." A deep voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Oh BUGGER!" Hermione exclaimed, whipping around and pulling her wand out of her bun. Draco Malfoy was leaning against the frame of her kitchen doorway biting into an apple.

"Is there really a need to call me ferret boy? I thought we were over petty school rivalries." Draco said with a smirk, taking another bite of his apple.

Hermione was leaning against the kitchen counter for support clutching her heart with her right hand and pointing a wand at his face with the other.

"What the hell? How did you get in here!" She said her voice cracking, her heart still pounding like a jackhammer.

"Well I see the place hasn't changed" Draco replied flippantly, walking into the kitchen. He just walked right over and sat down across from her. And if that wasn't enough he had the audacity to smirk a her!

"You look like shit Granger" he said, studying her frizzy hair and her stained flannel pajamas.

Hermione stood there quietly for a moment...she finally stood up, proceeded to dump out the freshly brewed tea, went to the liquor cabinet, removed another bottle of wine, and poured herself a generous amount of "Hell juice".

…...

"Hahahahahahahaha" Ginny laughed sheepishly, backing away slowly. Harry just stood there with a strange look on his face.

"You do know that your jokes aren't remotely funny love, not at a time like this."

Ginny couldn't even look at him, she decided that maybe it would be best if he came to his own conclusions. But Harry knew her well enough to know...

WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS? Harry all but shrieked into the air.

"How long have you known? Why did you keep this from me? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERMIONES BLOOMIN HEAD!" Harry began pacing back and forth in the living room.

"THE FRICK FRACKIN FERRET!" He was clearly agitated waving his arms in the air. He finally seemed to calm down by a few degrees and sat down on the sofa looking defeated.

"When did this start?" He started massaging his temples. Ginny just stood quietly trying to find a tactful way of telling him...

"Well it was before the war so I would have to say in the beginning of sixth year?"

Harry took a deep long breath he took off his glasses and began to clean them excessively with a handkerchief.

"You, me, Ron and Hermione are going to have a LONG talk about this."

Ginny sighed, part of her felt relieved...she had kept this secret so long, but then again Harry's constant blithering would get to the most even tempered nun. She rolled her eyes as Harry kept on ranting about "Ferrets this- and snake headed git that..."

"For shit's sake simmer down!" She mumbled.

Suddenly Ginny bended over clutching her watermelon belly.

"OWWWWW Oh!" Ginny moaned. Harry froze as Ginny hobbled to the armchair and sat down with some difficulty.

"Are you all right darling!" Harry rushed over to her grasping her hand. She sat holding her stomach.

"Yes, I'll be fine- just some side pain...be a dear and fetch me some iced tea will you?" Ginny said sweetly. "Yes anything!" Harry replied, quickly rushing to the kitchen. As soon as he was out of sight she shot out of the chair and grabbed a quill and some paper. She quickly scribbled a note to Hermione.

Harry knows about D. Won't be able-

to hold him off much longer.

Be prepared for an unexpected visit

from him and Ron.

Sorry he just figured it out.

- G

P.S. I'll be poppin' round for a spot of tea tomorrow.

She dashed to get an owl and send it off. She heard Harry's footsteps and just about threw herself into the armchair, a second before Harry stepped into the room with a cold glass of iced tea.

"Here you are, are you in any pain- do you need something else love?" Harry said quickly, concern on his face. Ginny felt a little guilty, but sometimes keeping promises warranted a bit of lying.

'Well its not really lying, more like acting or embellishing the truth' She reasoned with herself.

"Oh I feel much better... I think I'll go and lie down for a bit." She said smiling as if nothing was wrong. She stood up and sprinted to her room, well... as much as a pregnant woman can sprint. Harry just watched her go curious as to why his wife was acting so strange. Suddenly it dawned on him.

'Bloody hell! She completely changed the subject on purpose!' Harry thought.

"I'll have to watch that Potter." He grumbled.

…...

"Listen. How many times do I have to go over this?" Hermione said, her temper rising along with the amount of wine in her glass.

"I don't remember any of this shit your spouting so you would do well to shut the hell up" She slammed the bottle down. She was still sitting at the kitchen table pinching the bridge of her nose. Draco was silent, annoyingly chipper compared to the headache ridden Hermione. He was sitting there with a contemplative look.

"Look, even if you refuse to admit what we had, I know I wasn't imagining...well how we were dancing." Malfoy said, while doing his piercing glaze thing.

"I was shit-wrecked and I haven't had sex in god knows how long, and you happened to be there. It was nothing Malfoy! Get it through your head." she ranted.

'Fuck did I just admit to a non existent sex-life? I better stop...after this one.' She thought, as she downed her third glass of wine. Hermione's tongue, along with her inhibitions seemed to loosen with a bit of drink.

"You can't tell me you didn't feel anything." He said stubbornly. Hermione just groaned in reply. And mumbled something like, "Get outta here urrrrrrrrgggh" Draco just looked at her for a moment and nodded his head standing up and reluctantly heading towards the door. Hermione just stood up and put her glass in the kitchen sink. As she turned around she saw Malfoy standing in the living room looking at the door as if he was deciding something. All of the sudden he walked right back into the kitchen, grabbed her by the waist, leaned her over the counter and pressed his lips against hers.

Electric

Hot

Wet

Hard

Those were the only words she could use to describe it.

He roughly picked her up and placed her on the counter so their hips could be closer. All of this happened in about two seconds, it took Hermione about one second to respond to his advances and wrap her legs around his waist. She put her hands in his hair. He ground his pelvis into her and she broke off the kissing to moan out loud. Draco took advantage of that and pulled her hair back hard, so that her neck was exposed, he feathered light kisses up and down. He could tell she particularly liked that by the sounds she was making. He grabbed her legs and forcefully ground into her as she bucked her hips. Her world was spinning, and the scary part was that Hermione knew it had nothing to do with the wine. Draco laid her down on the counter completely with her legs still around him. He leaned over her and began to thrust against her. And Hermione could feel every part of his body through her flimsy flannel pajamas. They were both breathing hard, he kissed her again.

"Now...lie to me and say you felt nothing." Malfoy said almost angrily letting go of her. He left her on the counter. Hermione quickly sat up looking flushed and very frustrated. Just before he left he turned around again and said; "Oh and Granger?"

"You might want to fix your wards so that I can't apparate straight into your apartment...like I used to"

He turned, his cloak billowing as he popped into thin air. Hermione stared at the spot he disappeared from and shakily lowered her self off of the counter. She walked into her room and collapsed into bed.

"It's too early for this shit!" she groaned.

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