Mistaken
Title: Mistaken
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic images and sex
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Ten: Draco tries to figure out who sent the letter to him without putting anyone in danger, just as he and Hermione have a stunning revelation.
Disclaimer: If it were mine don't you think I'd know where Draco was? lol. I only wish it could be mine...
A/N: Sorry this took so long! I had writer's block >_< It sucked.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Draco was up late, and it had been a few days since he’d gotten the letter from someone who said that they knew Narcissa Malfoy - no, Narcissa Black, hadn’t killed herself. He toyed with the small snitch in his hand. It hadn’t opened up and wasn’t flying all over the place, he simply just played with it with his fingers. He sighed as he leaned forward in the chair that he sat in.
Narcissa Black didn’t kill herself. In fact, it was the opposite.
That’s what the letter had said and who the letter came from, Draco hadn’t a clue. But not only had they mentioned his mother, but they had also mentioned Hermione. He looked over his shoulder to see her curled up in his bed, the sheets wrapped around her nude body. They always ended up in bed together, naked.
It brought a sly smirk to his face as Draco stood up and put the snitch back in the Quidditch case he had by his desk. Whoever this person was, he was going to have to find out. Not only because they had information about his mother’s death, but because they had mentioned Hermione. The last thing he wanted was what the letter had said to come true.
I suggest you take care Mr. Malfoy, or else you might share the same fate as your mother - or even worse, the young Ms. Granger might suffer in your stead
The letter was not going to be a prophecy.
Draco knew that he had to contact whoever it was that had sent the letter but he hadn’t a single clue. It made him uneasy to know that some person was out there that had some crazy idea that his mother hadn’t killed herself. But what killed Draco the most was that he almost believed the letter.
The night he had found his mother, Draco clenched his hand as he looked towards the fire that began to die down, had been a night that he’d sooner like to forget…
He had been gone for most of the day, finally settling on where all his father’s possessions were going to do. God only knew that it tore Draco up to think of his dead father, one of the many that followed Lord Voldemort into the ultimate and final battle that only ended up killing them all.
Harry Potter had prevailed, and all along, Draco Malfoy stood off to the side and didn’t bother to help a single Death Eater as they battled the Order of the Phoenix and many Aurors along with tons of other volunteers.
All of them died, not a single one was sent to Azkaban.
And the betrayer of Potter’s parents, Wormtail was killed as he cowered behind a gravestone, trying to switch sides in the middle of it all. Draco shook his head as he remembered the burials well. Potter had insisted on them.
It was better to give a person a proper burial then leave their body to rot or burn in a pile.
All of them had a family at one point and either the family had followed them in their stead of following the Dark Lord or some had betrayed them, just like Draco had to his own father. Draco finished his business in Knockturn Alley, his father’s attorney was located there. Everything that wasn’t a family heirloom, was sold for whatever price it could get.
Draco adjusted his gloves as he stepped out into the harsh wind and made his way back towards his home. It would only be a little while longer that he and Narcissa lived there. Draco was going to insist that his Mum take the time for herself, she needed it.
Pushing the huge wooden door open, Draco didn’t bother to wait for a house elf as he draped his cloak over one of the hooks that hung by the door. Turning to his right, he started climbing up the stairs, figuring his mother would be in the library or in her garden, tending to the flowers that she loved.
As he walked into the library, he only noticed the dying fire, which only meant that Narcissa was probably in her green room. Draco glanced around as he opened the glass door, his brow creasing, as he didn’t notice his mother anywhere.
“Bloody hell, Mum.” He murmured. “Where are you?” He asked quietly. After a few moments, Draco sighed and turned to walk back into the hall before he noticed a small tug on his pant leg.
“Good evening, Young Master.” The tiny elf said. Draco didn’t turn to acknowledge the trembling elf but he kept looking around as he talked.
“Where is my Mother?” He asked, demanding an answer. When the tiny elf didn’t answer, but simply turned towards the room that his parents had shared Draco’s blood ran cold as he noticed the door ajar.
No one had ever gone in there since the death of Lucius.
Draco pushed the door open and immediately he could taste the metallic that he smelled in his mouth, and it made him want to throw up. As he turned towards the bed, he felt his legs give out as his mother laid on the bed, her skin pale and marred with the dark red of the blood that had pooled out from her veins.
He was going to be sick.
Draco felt sick again as he remembered that night and everything after that became a blur. He knew that he had called the Ministry, not knowing any other way of doing things. They had ruled it a suicide. He now wondered if he had called what the muggles called the Scotland Yard, what they would have concluded.
It made him laugh just a little, wondering where that name had come from. They were in London, yet their form of protection for the people of the city was called the Scotland Yard. He’d have to ask Hermione why that was exactly.
As he looked out the window, Draco drummed his fingers along his arm, wondering what it was that this person was trying to tell him. They had said the Dark Lord had ordered the killing of his mother, which could only mean that there was a Death Eater that hadn’t been caught.
Because the death of his mother occurred a few weeks after the fall of Voldemort.
He couldn’t piece everything together but Draco knew that it would only be a matter of time, if this proved to be true, that he would find out who killed his mother. And when he did, he’d make them pay. Picking up the note that he left on his desk, Draco started reading over it. He sighed, wondering what Hermione had to do with all of this.
Whoever was watching him had to think that he and Hermione were together. And that was something that disturbed him.
“What are you looking at?” Hermione asked quietly as she slid her hands down his chest, kissing the back of his neck as she stood up on her toes for a brief moment. Draco turned to her, quickly putting the note into the drawer.
“Nothing of importance.” He said, turning as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her softly. “Glad to see you’re awake.” He smirked.
“Oh? And why’s that?” Hermione tilted her head as she looked towards him.
“Because, now I can have my way with you before I have to head into town to run a few errands.” He replied, a slow smirk appearing on his face. Draco knew that wanted her and that he was going to have her, it was just going to take a bit of time before he had her crying out his name…but that was all in the fun.
“Ah, and you think I’m going to let you after you just fell asleep on me last night?” She asked him, a brow raised as she crossed her arms and tried to push away from him.
“I know you will.” Draco replied confidently. “Because you can’t resist me, or my charms.” He laughed a little as he leaned in and kissed her neck gently. Hermione laughed a little as she tried to push away from him. He clasped his hands together at the small of her back.
“You can’t make me do anything that I don’t want to, Draco Malfoy.” Hermione challenged. Draco’s eyes flared and smirked a second as he took her hands and pinned her against the wall.
“You don’t think so, eh?” He growled as he pushed his knee between her legs, pushing them apart. Hermione laughed a little as she tiled her head, feeling Draco’s lips gently move along her neck.
“I know you can’t.” She kissed him back as he pressed his lips against hers, “Besides, you have things you have to do, don’t you?” Hermione murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck as he let her go.
“I do, but it can wait…” Draco whispered a little as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “That is, if you want me.” He added as his fingers trailed up under her shirt. Hermione giggled a bit as she leaned into his arms as she felt the clasp of her bra give way.
“Oh, I really do but, it’s something that you can’t afford to just do anytime.” She murmured, “You have errands you have to run. You told me this last night.” Hermione started unbuttoning his shirt slowly as she leaned in and captured his lips again as her teeth nipped his lower lip.
Draco laughed a bit as he pulled her shirt over her head, his hands cupping her breasts as he pushed her up against the wall. “They can wait.” He growled as he moved his hands down and started pulling her pants down.
Hermione giggled as she stepped out of her pants and waited as she felt his fingers massage all along her body as Draco knelt in front of her and pulled her underwear down. She ran her fingers through his hair as Draco kissed up her body as he stood back up and held her close to him. Picking her up, Draco met her eyes as Hermione’s legs wrapped around him tightly. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. He smirked slowly as he let his fingers travel up her body and he gently slid his fingers into her wet entrance, feeling her body raise up, making him going deeper.
“You’re wet for me aren’t you?” He murmured, watching her eyes close as he ran his thumb against her sensitive nub. Her hips arched to meet his hands as Draco smiled a little and drew his fingers out for a single moment. Hermione whimpered.
“Draco…” She moaned softly.
“Tell me what you want, Granger.” He demanded. Draco laid next to her and propped himself up on his arm as he met her eyes. She glared towards him, making him laugh as she pouted to him.
“I want you to continue what you started, Malfoy.” She growled for a moment. Turning towards him, she ran her hands down his chest and began to unbutton his pants as her other hand slid up and around his neck.
Draco laughed a little, pulling her close to him as he kissed her again. Both hurried as they pulled Draco’s remaining clothes off before Draco sat up a bit and Hermione moved, straddling him as she pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Take me, Draco.” She murmured, kissing him softly, “Make me yours.” She whispered against his lips as Draco slowly slid inside of her. He filled her and made her feel whole as she slowly began to move her hips, meeting her rhythm with his as her nails dug into his back.
He rubbed the small of her back gently as he kissed along her shoulders, feeling her body against his as her nipples ran against his chest, Draco leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth as he sucked gently, giving it a small tug with his teeth.
It sent her into overdrive as he felt her nails dig deeper.
They needed one another like they had everynight. He felt complete as he moved within her body and as they kissed roughly, he moved their positions so she was pinned beneath him. As he slid within her, one hand kept her hands above her head as the other, trailed his fingers along her body and reached down, stroking her most sensitive area. She bucked up against his hips and pouted when he held her down with one hand.
He felt himself getting so close but he watched her writhe beneath him, she quivered after every stroke of his thumb. He loved seeing her face display the pure passion she was feeling. The lust. She broke his hold and slammed his lips just against hers just as he felt her tighten around him and give into herself, going over the edge. Just as he moved within her, whispering in her ear, he emptied himself in her.
Neither one of them realized they had uttered three single words to the other until they both came down off their high.
Neither one of them understood, that in the small time they had pretended to be caring for one another, they actually had. As Hermione lay against Draco’s body in the middle of the night, she remembered hearing the three words he whispered in her ear.
I love you.
And she had told him that in return.
~*~*~
Draco frowned as he woke up the next morning to find out that the bed was cold. It annoyed him. Glancing around he saw that the house elves had made sure to light the fire that morning and he smirked to himself, knowing that they hadn’t really needed it the night before.
That’s when he saw her outline as she sat at his desk. Gathering his sheets around his waist, Draco got out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. When he leaned against the doorway from his bedroom to look at her, he noticed that she wore his robe as she huddled over the desk, reading something. His brow creased.
“Hermione?” He questioned, “What have you got there?”
She looked up to meet his eyes, and he noticed that they were red from her crying. As he took a step towards her, Hermione stood up, clutching a piece of parchment in her hand.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She demanded. Draco frowned.
“Why didn’t I tell you, what?”
“What is this all about? When did you get this letter, Draco?” She asked, walking up towards him she shoved it at him. “Why didn’t you tell me that someone knows information about your mother’s death. And more importantly, why the bloody hell is my name on it.” She demanded.
Author: jaded_icy_rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic images and sex
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Ten: Draco tries to figure out who sent the letter to him without putting anyone in danger, just as he and Hermione have a stunning revelation.
Disclaimer: If it were mine don't you think I'd know where Draco was? lol. I only wish it could be mine...
A/N: Sorry this took so long! I had writer's block >_< It sucked.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Draco was up late, and it had been a few days since he’d gotten the letter from someone who said that they knew Narcissa Malfoy - no, Narcissa Black, hadn’t killed herself. He toyed with the small snitch in his hand. It hadn’t opened up and wasn’t flying all over the place, he simply just played with it with his fingers. He sighed as he leaned forward in the chair that he sat in.
Narcissa Black didn’t kill herself. In fact, it was the opposite.
That’s what the letter had said and who the letter came from, Draco hadn’t a clue. But not only had they mentioned his mother, but they had also mentioned Hermione. He looked over his shoulder to see her curled up in his bed, the sheets wrapped around her nude body. They always ended up in bed together, naked.
It brought a sly smirk to his face as Draco stood up and put the snitch back in the Quidditch case he had by his desk. Whoever this person was, he was going to have to find out. Not only because they had information about his mother’s death, but because they had mentioned Hermione. The last thing he wanted was what the letter had said to come true.
I suggest you take care Mr. Malfoy, or else you might share the same fate as your mother - or even worse, the young Ms. Granger might suffer in your stead
The letter was not going to be a prophecy.
Draco knew that he had to contact whoever it was that had sent the letter but he hadn’t a single clue. It made him uneasy to know that some person was out there that had some crazy idea that his mother hadn’t killed herself. But what killed Draco the most was that he almost believed the letter.
The night he had found his mother, Draco clenched his hand as he looked towards the fire that began to die down, had been a night that he’d sooner like to forget…
He had been gone for most of the day, finally settling on where all his father’s possessions were going to do. God only knew that it tore Draco up to think of his dead father, one of the many that followed Lord Voldemort into the ultimate and final battle that only ended up killing them all.
Harry Potter had prevailed, and all along, Draco Malfoy stood off to the side and didn’t bother to help a single Death Eater as they battled the Order of the Phoenix and many Aurors along with tons of other volunteers.
All of them died, not a single one was sent to Azkaban.
And the betrayer of Potter’s parents, Wormtail was killed as he cowered behind a gravestone, trying to switch sides in the middle of it all. Draco shook his head as he remembered the burials well. Potter had insisted on them.
It was better to give a person a proper burial then leave their body to rot or burn in a pile.
All of them had a family at one point and either the family had followed them in their stead of following the Dark Lord or some had betrayed them, just like Draco had to his own father. Draco finished his business in Knockturn Alley, his father’s attorney was located there. Everything that wasn’t a family heirloom, was sold for whatever price it could get.
Draco adjusted his gloves as he stepped out into the harsh wind and made his way back towards his home. It would only be a little while longer that he and Narcissa lived there. Draco was going to insist that his Mum take the time for herself, she needed it.
Pushing the huge wooden door open, Draco didn’t bother to wait for a house elf as he draped his cloak over one of the hooks that hung by the door. Turning to his right, he started climbing up the stairs, figuring his mother would be in the library or in her garden, tending to the flowers that she loved.
As he walked into the library, he only noticed the dying fire, which only meant that Narcissa was probably in her green room. Draco glanced around as he opened the glass door, his brow creasing, as he didn’t notice his mother anywhere.
“Bloody hell, Mum.” He murmured. “Where are you?” He asked quietly. After a few moments, Draco sighed and turned to walk back into the hall before he noticed a small tug on his pant leg.
“Good evening, Young Master.” The tiny elf said. Draco didn’t turn to acknowledge the trembling elf but he kept looking around as he talked.
“Where is my Mother?” He asked, demanding an answer. When the tiny elf didn’t answer, but simply turned towards the room that his parents had shared Draco’s blood ran cold as he noticed the door ajar.
No one had ever gone in there since the death of Lucius.
Draco pushed the door open and immediately he could taste the metallic that he smelled in his mouth, and it made him want to throw up. As he turned towards the bed, he felt his legs give out as his mother laid on the bed, her skin pale and marred with the dark red of the blood that had pooled out from her veins.
He was going to be sick.
Draco felt sick again as he remembered that night and everything after that became a blur. He knew that he had called the Ministry, not knowing any other way of doing things. They had ruled it a suicide. He now wondered if he had called what the muggles called the Scotland Yard, what they would have concluded.
It made him laugh just a little, wondering where that name had come from. They were in London, yet their form of protection for the people of the city was called the Scotland Yard. He’d have to ask Hermione why that was exactly.
As he looked out the window, Draco drummed his fingers along his arm, wondering what it was that this person was trying to tell him. They had said the Dark Lord had ordered the killing of his mother, which could only mean that there was a Death Eater that hadn’t been caught.
Because the death of his mother occurred a few weeks after the fall of Voldemort.
He couldn’t piece everything together but Draco knew that it would only be a matter of time, if this proved to be true, that he would find out who killed his mother. And when he did, he’d make them pay. Picking up the note that he left on his desk, Draco started reading over it. He sighed, wondering what Hermione had to do with all of this.
Whoever was watching him had to think that he and Hermione were together. And that was something that disturbed him.
“What are you looking at?” Hermione asked quietly as she slid her hands down his chest, kissing the back of his neck as she stood up on her toes for a brief moment. Draco turned to her, quickly putting the note into the drawer.
“Nothing of importance.” He said, turning as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her softly. “Glad to see you’re awake.” He smirked.
“Oh? And why’s that?” Hermione tilted her head as she looked towards him.
“Because, now I can have my way with you before I have to head into town to run a few errands.” He replied, a slow smirk appearing on his face. Draco knew that wanted her and that he was going to have her, it was just going to take a bit of time before he had her crying out his name…but that was all in the fun.
“Ah, and you think I’m going to let you after you just fell asleep on me last night?” She asked him, a brow raised as she crossed her arms and tried to push away from him.
“I know you will.” Draco replied confidently. “Because you can’t resist me, or my charms.” He laughed a little as he leaned in and kissed her neck gently. Hermione laughed a little as she tried to push away from him. He clasped his hands together at the small of her back.
“You can’t make me do anything that I don’t want to, Draco Malfoy.” Hermione challenged. Draco’s eyes flared and smirked a second as he took her hands and pinned her against the wall.
“You don’t think so, eh?” He growled as he pushed his knee between her legs, pushing them apart. Hermione laughed a little as she tiled her head, feeling Draco’s lips gently move along her neck.
“I know you can’t.” She kissed him back as he pressed his lips against hers, “Besides, you have things you have to do, don’t you?” Hermione murmured as she wrapped her arms around his neck as he let her go.
“I do, but it can wait…” Draco whispered a little as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “That is, if you want me.” He added as his fingers trailed up under her shirt. Hermione giggled a bit as she leaned into his arms as she felt the clasp of her bra give way.
“Oh, I really do but, it’s something that you can’t afford to just do anytime.” She murmured, “You have errands you have to run. You told me this last night.” Hermione started unbuttoning his shirt slowly as she leaned in and captured his lips again as her teeth nipped his lower lip.
Draco laughed a bit as he pulled her shirt over her head, his hands cupping her breasts as he pushed her up against the wall. “They can wait.” He growled as he moved his hands down and started pulling her pants down.
Hermione giggled as she stepped out of her pants and waited as she felt his fingers massage all along her body as Draco knelt in front of her and pulled her underwear down. She ran her fingers through his hair as Draco kissed up her body as he stood back up and held her close to him. Picking her up, Draco met her eyes as Hermione’s legs wrapped around him tightly. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. He smirked slowly as he let his fingers travel up her body and he gently slid his fingers into her wet entrance, feeling her body raise up, making him going deeper.
“You’re wet for me aren’t you?” He murmured, watching her eyes close as he ran his thumb against her sensitive nub. Her hips arched to meet his hands as Draco smiled a little and drew his fingers out for a single moment. Hermione whimpered.
“Draco…” She moaned softly.
“Tell me what you want, Granger.” He demanded. Draco laid next to her and propped himself up on his arm as he met her eyes. She glared towards him, making him laugh as she pouted to him.
“I want you to continue what you started, Malfoy.” She growled for a moment. Turning towards him, she ran her hands down his chest and began to unbutton his pants as her other hand slid up and around his neck.
Draco laughed a little, pulling her close to him as he kissed her again. Both hurried as they pulled Draco’s remaining clothes off before Draco sat up a bit and Hermione moved, straddling him as she pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Take me, Draco.” She murmured, kissing him softly, “Make me yours.” She whispered against his lips as Draco slowly slid inside of her. He filled her and made her feel whole as she slowly began to move her hips, meeting her rhythm with his as her nails dug into his back.
He rubbed the small of her back gently as he kissed along her shoulders, feeling her body against his as her nipples ran against his chest, Draco leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth as he sucked gently, giving it a small tug with his teeth.
It sent her into overdrive as he felt her nails dig deeper.
They needed one another like they had everynight. He felt complete as he moved within her body and as they kissed roughly, he moved their positions so she was pinned beneath him. As he slid within her, one hand kept her hands above her head as the other, trailed his fingers along her body and reached down, stroking her most sensitive area. She bucked up against his hips and pouted when he held her down with one hand.
He felt himself getting so close but he watched her writhe beneath him, she quivered after every stroke of his thumb. He loved seeing her face display the pure passion she was feeling. The lust. She broke his hold and slammed his lips just against hers just as he felt her tighten around him and give into herself, going over the edge. Just as he moved within her, whispering in her ear, he emptied himself in her.
Neither one of them realized they had uttered three single words to the other until they both came down off their high.
Neither one of them understood, that in the small time they had pretended to be caring for one another, they actually had. As Hermione lay against Draco’s body in the middle of the night, she remembered hearing the three words he whispered in her ear.
I love you.
And she had told him that in return.
~*~*~
Draco frowned as he woke up the next morning to find out that the bed was cold. It annoyed him. Glancing around he saw that the house elves had made sure to light the fire that morning and he smirked to himself, knowing that they hadn’t really needed it the night before.
That’s when he saw her outline as she sat at his desk. Gathering his sheets around his waist, Draco got out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. When he leaned against the doorway from his bedroom to look at her, he noticed that she wore his robe as she huddled over the desk, reading something. His brow creased.
“Hermione?” He questioned, “What have you got there?”
She looked up to meet his eyes, and he noticed that they were red from her crying. As he took a step towards her, Hermione stood up, clutching a piece of parchment in her hand.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She demanded. Draco frowned.
“Why didn’t I tell you, what?”
“What is this all about? When did you get this letter, Draco?” She asked, walking up towards him she shoved it at him. “Why didn’t you tell me that someone knows information about your mother’s death. And more importantly, why the bloody hell is my name on it.” She demanded.