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https://archiveofourown.org/works/84979916/chapters/250605731

Hermione took a slow breath, truly looking at her sanctuary. The clearing was an explosion of deep greens and wild, unearthly flowers. If someone were to show a photograph of this patch of the Forbidden Forest to anyone else, they would never believe it belonged to the dangerous woods at all.

As she inspected the lush surroundings and recalled their walk, she almost missed Luna's next, quiet question.

"Are the McKinnon lands like this?"

Hermione completely lost her footing, stumbling sideways. "What? What? I wouldn't..."

"Oh, you didn't know?"

"What? No, I... Luna, how could you possibly know?" Hermione asked, thoroughly bemused, though strangely not alarmed.

"Oh, your aura is unmistakable. My mother met your grandmother when she was a little girl. She used to dream about the colors of her magic, that was the day she learned to read auras herself. She always described it with such wonder."

"Right. That... that is a lot to take in," Hermione breathed, pressing a hand to her forehead. "Can other people see it? Could anyone else work it out?"

"Oh, no," Luna giggled softly. "They'd only see your father's, well his families. It shields yours like a dragon guarding its hoard."

"My... my father's?" Hermione asked, her voice hitching. "Do you know who he is?"

Before Luna could answer, her head snapped sharply to the side, her gaze locking onto the largest, dense brush bordering the clearing.

"Oh," was all Luna said before quietly beginning to hum a strange, haunting tune.

Hermione whipped around, holding her breath as she stared intensely at the dark foliage that had captured Luna’s attention.

Slowly, massive black paws emerged from the shadows. Hermione’s eyes darted automatically to the sky, immensely thankful that the full moon was not riding high tonight.

Lowering her gaze back down, the breath completely left her lungs as a colossal black dog stepped into the moonlight, a Grim.

Instead of panicking, she let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh and tentatively held out her hand.

"Hey, boy... what are you doing out here?"

To her disappointment, the dog didn't close the distance. It simply stood its ground, watching her with a piercing, unnerving intelligence.

When Hermione locked her gaze onto its eyes, she gasped softly.

I know those eyes... But... Oh, wow... You..

"Hermione, we really should sing before it's dark out," Luna called out gently, breaking the spell.

"Sing?" Hermione echoed, her brow furrowing in sudden worry. Didn't Severus warn her that she wasn't old enough for certain types of magic?

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Hermione blinked, the magical resonance still humming faintly in her chest. "You knew I'd come?"

Luna smiled softly, her pale eyes shining with quiet certainty. "Oh yes. I asked for you."

Hermione furrowed her brow, her analytical mind momentarily stalling. "Asked for me?"

"Oh yes," Luna replied dreamily, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "If you ask for help, Hogwarts will provide."

"And you asked Hogwarts?"

Luna let out a light, tinkling laugh. "No, silly. I asked for you... You should be safe to sneak in now. You won't be seen."

Hermione looked at the strange, ethereal girl standing before her, a wide, genuine smile spreading across her face. What an absolute delight she was. "Thank you, Luna."

True to Luna's word, Hermione's journey back to Gryffindor Tower was completely undisturbed. The boisterous victory party had finally fizzled out, leaving the common room in shadows and silence. Slipping quietly through the portrait hole, she made her way up to the third year girls' dormitory unseen.

Once safely tucked behind the heavy velvet curtains of her four poster bed, Hermione reached into her trunk. Her fingers brushed against the leather bound tome Augusta had given her.

Pulling it out into the dim light of a murmured Lumos, she flipped directly to the bookmarks in the fae section.

Her heart fluttering with a mix of curiosity and ancient magic, Hermione eagerly dug in.

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Hermione reached the pitches edge just as the terrible cold reached its peak. She looked up in horror to see Harry freeze, slacken, and suddenly tip backward, plunging headfirst from the sky.

"Arresto Momentum!" Hermione screamed, pointing her wand upward with every ounce of magical force she possessed.

The spell caught, slowing his lethal drop, but the sudden magical flare drew unwanted attention.

The Dementors pivoted away from Harry and turned their eyeless hoods directly toward her.

A wave of despair crashed over her; she dropped to her knees in the mud, tears mixing with the rain as she strained to keep her wand locked on Harry.

Fred and George stiffened. Through the bond connecting them, they felt the violent spike of her terror and distress. Without hesitation, the twins dove their brooms straight down, hit the turf, vaulted off the handles, and whipped out their wands.

"Arresto Momentum!" They shouted together, throwing their combined magic behind hers.

With the twins reinforcing her spell, Harry’s fall was stopped, dropping him safely into the muddy grass a few yards away.

"I'll offer one more time, Miss McKinnon! Come with me or Hermione will"

"Never, you will not have us!"

"Aavada kedavra"

But Hermione had reached her limit. The weight of the Dementors combined with the wild magic boiling under her skin snapped her fragile control.

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"Hey! Where's your proper cloak?" Ron demanded, his voice carrying over the morning chatter. "We're leaving for Hogsmeade in ten minutes, you know. Come on, go grab your thick stuff."

Hermione looked up, widening her eyes in a brilliant, practiced display of faux dismay.

"Oh, Ronald! I am so, so sorry," she said, her voice sweet. "You never actually asked me? And you didn't mention any plans to me at all. I have other commitments today, I'm meeting with Lady Longbottom."

Ronald’s face flushed a violent, mottled red. "What do you mean, I didn't ask?! Everyone knows we're going together! You're just ditching me for some...some stupid study meeting with old Augusta Longbottom..."

He raised his voice, drawing the halls attention, and opened his mouth to really let loose.

He didn't get the chance.

A few seats down, Percy Weasley froze mid bite. The words Lady Longbottom, combined with the sight of Hermione's masterfully tailored robes and the gleaming silver eagle clasp at her collar, hit his status obsessed ears like a lightning bolt.

He had believed it a rumour.

His head whipped around, his eyes widening as he finally registered the sheer weight of her station.

Percy's face drained of color, mortification instantly warring with panic. He stood up so fast his chair screeched loudly against the stone floor.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley," Percy barked, his voice cracking with sheer horror. He pointed a rigid finger at his younger brother. "Shut your mouth this instant!"

Ron blinked, completely stunned. "Percy, what are you..."

"Fred! George!" Percy snapped, not waiting for an explanation as he turned to the twins. "Get him out of this hall now. Drag him if you have to."

Before Ron could even draw breath to yell back, the twins exchanged a pair of matching, wicked grins.

"You got it, Prefect," Fred chimed gleefully.

"Come along, little brother," George added.

Before Ron could protest, the twins grabbed him by the arms, hoisting him out of his seat and hauling their sputtering, red faced brother backwards out of the Great Hall amidst a wave of sniggering from the surrounding houses.

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Daphne Greengrass knew three things for certain.

1- She was beautiful. Truly, the Greengrass magic was vain but humble. It did not go in search of a greater power to leech onto like some, the magic knew between the looks and cunning it had blessed it's blood with, a Greengrass was able to take and station themselves where they please.

2- Her family was the publicly powerful 'grey' family, shortly followed by Lady Longbottom, who Daphne believed chose not to be the 'It' family after the passing of her son and daughter in law.

Daphnes family had always been grey and would not be swayed, the public view was even Lord Voldemort respected that.

3- Men lie.

Oh but of course her father was Publicly grey but Daphne had assumed since summer, when she overheared a conversation with Lucius about 'funding the knights, just like the good old days. Power and prosperity is once again to come our way, old friend'.

Her father had only chuckled and reminded Lucius of his wording when the time came for the passing of bills.

That's when Daphne knew, publicly they may be grey but their vaults where dark.

*smutty

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87504266

​He was about to sneak out with his Invisibility Cloak for some fresh air when the portrait door opened and she walked in.

​"Hermione," he gasped out desperately, pulling off the cloak.

​"Oh. Harry, hi. Are you okay?" He saw her brow furrow. She stood there, biting her lip, looking worried about him. But she still wouldn't look him in the eye.

​"Hermione, please."

​Her head dropped, her face screwing up.

​"Hermione, please! Just look at me, please!"

​She didn't move, and he felt his face grow wet with tears.

​"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I didn't know, okay? I know that's bad, but I didn't know! Fuck, they were always there.

I didn't mean it like you weren't important, because Gods... you're the fucking sun, Hermione.

I didn't forget you, I forgot them. I thought we were alone in my head, but then I just saw you smile or heard you laugh... or even when reading passages in books, I hear your voice when I read... Mion—see, you hate that name and I just called you it! Fuck!"

​His magic was flaring out wildly, matching exactly how he felt inside.

​"I've been so blind. You save me. You pick me. We promised 'always' to each other, and I never did...

I didn't know picking you was a thing. Fuck, no, that sounds bad.

It's just... you were always there. I took you for granted! I didn't see!!!"

​"Hey, hey, hey. Harry, breathe." He felt soft hands lay on his shoulders.

​When had he curled into himself? When had he started pulling at his own hair? He looked up, and amber eyes burned into his.

​He could breathe.

​Gods, he now knew why you were told not to look directly into the sun when you were younger. Because he was doing it now, and he felt entirely doomed. He had just found the sun, and it wasn't his.

​He grabbed at her waist and pulled her into him, burying his head into her robes as he began to cry. He watched her face mask over with fear and confusion.

But she slowly lowered herself down until she was on her knees in front of him, moving one hand from his shoulder to his cheek.

It's apparently 'a absolutely shit story' 🤷‍♀️

So judge for yourselves 😂

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84979916/chapters/237305701

Severus looked up from the parchment, his dark eyes meeting Hermione's anxious, conflicted gaze. He saw the fragile hope she was trying to protect, sitting right alongside the bitter pill she was trying to swallow.

"A touching sentiment," Severus said dryly, setting the letter back down on the wood. "Though I find it remarkably convenient that people who were ready to lock you out of their lives a few weeks ago have suddenly mastered Gringotts currency conversion and owl post logistics."

Hermione swallowed hard, her voice dropping to a whisper, she couldn't meet her Professor's eyes "You think the Headmaster interfered, don't you?"

"I think," Severus corrected smoothly, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers, "that powerful men in this castle prefer their chess pieces quiet and unobstructed. A messy domestic feud does not fit the Headmaster’s preferred narrative of harmony."

Hermione’s shoulders slumped, a wave of disappointment washing over her. "So it's fake. Their love... their apology... it's all just manipulated or meant to manipulate."

"Not entirely," Severus said, his tone softening by a fraction just enough to keep her from spiraling. He gestured slightly toward the letter.

"The anger they felt was real, Miss Granger. The forced amnesia that makes them believe this was all a 'misunderstanding'? That is the work of someone who values convenience over truth."

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Severus looked up from the parchment, his dark eyes meeting Hermione's anxious, conflicted gaze. He saw the fragile hope she was trying to protect, sitting right alongside the bitter pill she was trying to swallow.

"A touching sentiment," Severus said dryly, setting the letter back down on the wood. "Though I find it remarkably convenient that people who were ready to lock you out of their lives a few weeks ago have suddenly mastered Gringotts currency conversion and owl post logistics."

Hermione swallowed hard, her voice dropping to a whisper, she couldn't meet her Professor's eyes "You think the Headmaster interfered, don't you?"

"I think," Severus corrected smoothly, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers, "that powerful men in this castle prefer their chess pieces quiet and unobstructed. A messy domestic feud does not fit the Headmaster’s preferred narrative of harmony."

Hermione’s shoulders slumped, a wave of disappointment washing over her. "So it's fake. Their love... their apology... it's all just manipulated or meant to manipulate."

"Not entirely," Severus said, his tone softening by a fraction just enough to keep her from spiraling. He gestured slightly toward the letter.

"The anger they felt was real, Miss Granger. The forced amnesia that makes them believe this was all a 'misunderstanding'? That is the work of someone who values convenience over truth."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84979916/chapters/237286396

"And you, Severus?" Dumbledore asked, lacing his fingers together on the desk.

"Are you here to echo Minerva’s sudden burst of maternal anxiety, or is this about Black?"

Severus jaw tightened. Looking across the desk at the headmaster, he saw the assumption in Dumbledore's eyes.

He still viewed him as that bitter, petty schoolboy, the greasy haired Slytherin who couldn't stomach James Potter, Sirius Black and crew tormenting him a decade ago.

The old man was assuming Severus was just here to throw a tantrum over his old tormentor.

'He still thinks I'm his predictable, vengeful hound,' Severus thought as a cold anger sparked in his chest.

Instead of correcting him, Severus let a sharp, ugly sneer twist his mouth, playing directly into the role Dumbledore expected.

"Maternal anxiety? Hardly, Headmaster," Severus drawled, taking a slow step closer to the desk. "Though I am glad someone in this castle still possesses a healthy sense of self preservation."

Dumbledore chuckled softly, a low, dismissive sound. "Still letting old schoolyard ghosts haunt you, Severus? It has been over a decade. We have larger threats to manage than adolescent rivalries."

Severus narrowed his eyes, leaning his weight onto his hands as he braced against the desk.

"It isn't a ghost when the murderer is breathing down our necks, Albus. And forgive me if I don't sleep soundly knowing you've stationed one of his dearest little school chums right down the hall. You expect me to believe Lupin is here out of the goodness of your heart?"

Dumbledore’s smile faltered slightly, his blue eyes hardening "Remus’s loyalty is not up for debate, Severus."

"Lupin is a liability," Severus snapped back, letting real frustration bleed into his tone. "You bring a werewolf into a school full of children during a security crisis, and you expect me to sit quietly? If Black gets past the gates before this Hogsmeade weekend, he won't even need a map. He'll have an inside man waiting to pour him a cup of tea. If a student gets hurt because you wanted to play the benevolent savior..."

"That is enough, Severus," Dumbledore said, cutting him off with a chilling authority that made the air in the room still.

Severus straightened up slowly, holding the headmaster's gaze. He let Dumbledore see the bitter, resentful fury burning in his eyes. The exact look of hatred the old man expected to see, hiding everything else beneath it.

"Enjoy your blind spot, Albus," Severus spat quietly.

Without waiting for a dismissal, Severus turned on his heel. His black cloak billowed violently behind him as he wrenched the door open and slammed it shut in his wake.

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"And you, Severus?" Dumbledore asked, lacing his fingers together on the desk.

"Are you here to echo Minerva’s sudden burst of maternal anxiety, or is this about Black?"

Severus jaw tightened. Looking across the desk at the headmaster, he saw the assumption in Dumbledore's eyes.

He still viewed him as that bitter, petty schoolboy, the greasy haired Slytherin who couldn't stomach James Potter, Sirius Black and crew tormenting him a decade ago.

The old man was assuming Severus was just here to throw a tantrum over his old tormentor.

'He still thinks I'm his predictable, vengeful hound,' Severus thought as a cold anger sparked in his chest.

Instead of correcting him, Severus let a sharp, ugly sneer twist his mouth, playing directly into the role Dumbledore expected.

"Maternal anxiety? Hardly, Headmaster," Severus drawled, taking a slow step closer to the desk. "Though I am glad someone in this castle still possesses a healthy sense of self preservation."

Dumbledore chuckled softly, a low, dismissive sound. "Still letting old schoolyard ghosts haunt you, Severus? It has been over a decade. We have larger threats to manage than adolescent rivalries."

Severus narrowed his eyes, leaning his weight onto his hands as he braced against the desk.

"It isn't a ghost when the murderer is breathing down our necks, Albus. And forgive me if I don't sleep soundly knowing you've stationed one of his dearest little school chums right down the hall. You expect me to believe Lupin is here out of the goodness of your heart?"

Dumbledore’s smile faltered slightly, his blue eyes hardening "Remus’s loyalty is not up for debate, Severus."

"Lupin is a liability," Severus snapped back, letting real frustration bleed into his tone. "You bring a werewolf into a school full of children during a security crisis, and you expect me to sit quietly? If Black gets past the gates before this Hogsmeade weekend, he won't even need a map. He'll have an inside man waiting to pour him a cup of tea. If a student gets hurt because you wanted to play the benevolent savior..."

"That is enough, Severus," Dumbledore said, cutting him off with a chilling authority that made the air in the room still.

Severus straightened up slowly, holding the headmaster's gaze. He let Dumbledore see the bitter, resentful fury burning in his eyes. The exact look of hatred the old man expected to see, hiding everything else beneath it.

"Enjoy your blind spot, Albus," Severus spat quietly.

Without waiting for a dismissal, Severus turned on his heel. His black cloak billowed violently behind him as he wrenched the door open and slammed it shut in his wake.

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"He'd be so happy to know you were friends. He misses them so much, Professor, he’d love to hear stories about them he hasn't..."

Lupin held up a hand, Hermione watched his expression turn grave, yet strangely intimate.

He turned his body fully toward her, effectively blocking her view of the pitch and narrowing the space between them.

"I intend to, Hermione," he whispered, his voice intense. "But... I haven't quite found the right moment. The weight of it is... complicated. It would mean a great deal to me if you could keep this, my history with them, between us for now."

He leaned in, his proximity making the air feel stifling despite the wind. "I'd like for it to come from me, in my own time. You understand, don't you? It’s a delicate thing. I feel I can trust you with this. I feel like you’re the only one who truly grasps how... fragile these things are."

He reached out, his hand hovering just inches from her arm, not touching, but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

"Can I count on you to keep this secret, Hermione? Just for me?"

Hermione looked into his eyes, which seemed to hold an infinite amount of sadness. It felt like a secret bond forged between the two of them, separating her from the hurtful people like Ron down on the pitch.

As she nodded, a strange, cold shiver raced down her spine, a sharp, instinctive warning she couldn't quite name.

"Yes," she whispered, offering a small smile "Of course, Professor."

"Good," he said, his smile widening just a fraction too much. "I knew I was right about you."

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"He'd be so happy to know you were friends. He misses them so much, Professor, he’d love to hear stories about them he hasn't..."

Lupin held up a hand, Hermione watched his expression turn grave, yet strangely intimate.

He turned his body fully toward her, effectively blocking her view of the pitch and narrowing the space between them.

"I intend to, Hermione," he whispered, his voice intense. "But... I haven't quite found the right moment. The weight of it is... complicated. It would mean a great deal to me if you could keep this, my history with them, between us for now."

He leaned in, his proximity making the air feel stifling despite the wind. "I'd like for it to come from me, in my own time. You understand, don't you? It’s a delicate thing. I feel I can trust you with this. I feel like you’re the only one who truly grasps how... fragile these things are."

He reached out, his hand hovering just inches from her arm, not touching, but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

"Can I count on you to keep this secret, Hermione? Just for me?"

Hermione looked into his eyes, which seemed to hold an infinite amount of sadness. It felt like a secret bond forged between the two of them, separating her from the hurtful people like Ron down on the pitch.

As she nodded, a strange, cold shiver raced down her spine, a sharp, instinctive warning she couldn't quite name.

"Yes," she whispered, offering a small smile "Of course, Professor."

"Good," he said, his smile widening just a fraction too much. "I knew I was right about you."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84979916/chapters/234003471

"What are you doing?" she asked, bewildered.

"Trust me," he murmured.

They tied the sealed letter to the owl’s leg. Once it was secure, Neville made eye contact with the creature. He didn't blink.

Hermione watched, stunned, as Neville’s own chocolate brown eyes shifted, the pupils dilated until they swallowed his iris, and a faint, emerald green glow bled into the edges of his vision.

The owl didn't blink either. It stared deep into Neville, then turned its head, fixing its gaze entirely on Hermione.

A voice, not spoken aloud but echoing directly into the center of her mind, resonated like the chime of a bell.

'The daughter of the Storm seeks truth. It is an honour to carry the burden of your request, Lady McKinnon. I shall return when the ink is dry upon the answer.'

The owl then bowed its head and let out a soft, melodic coo and took flight, vanishing into the night sky with a silent beat of wings.

Hermione stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs. She looked at Neville, whose eyes were slowly returning to their normal, warm brown.

He looked slightly winded, as if he’d just run a mile, but he was smiling.

"What... how did you do that?" she breathed.

Neville leaned against the stone window ledge, looking out into the night.

"The Longbottoms are descendants of Morgana," he said, his voice quiet but steady.

"She wasn't just a witch of the court, she was of the Earth and the Sky. We carry that. The birds... they listen to us because we speak the language they knew before the world was mapped. And the 'green fingers' everyone talks about? That’s just us asking the plants to grow, and them agreeing because they remember we care for them."

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"What are you doing?" she asked, bewildered.

"Trust me," he murmured.

They tied the sealed letter to the owl’s leg. Once it was secure, Neville made eye contact with the creature. He didn't blink.

Hermione watched, stunned, as Neville’s own chocolate brown eyes shifted, the pupils dilated until they swallowed his iris, and a faint, emerald green glow bled into the edges of his vision.

The owl didn't blink either. It stared deep into Neville, then turned its head, fixing its gaze entirely on Hermione.

A voice, not spoken aloud but echoing directly into the center of her mind, resonated like the chime of a bell.

'The daughter of the Storm seeks truth. It is an honour to carry the burden of your request, Lady McKinnon. I shall return when the ink is dry upon the answer.'

The owl then bowed its head and let out a soft, melodic coo and took flight, vanishing into the night sky with a silent beat of wings.

Hermione stood frozen, her heart hammering against her ribs. She looked at Neville, whose eyes were slowly returning to their normal, warm brown.

He looked slightly winded, as if he’d just run a mile, but he was smiling.

"What... how did you do that?" she breathed.

Neville leaned against the stone window ledge, looking out into the night.

"The Longbottoms are descendants of Morgana," he said, his voice quiet but steady.

"She wasn't just a witch of the court, she was of the Earth and the Sky. We carry that. The birds... they listen to us because we speak the language they knew before the world was mapped. And the 'green fingers' everyone talks about? That’s just us asking the plants to grow, and them agreeing because they remember we care for them."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84979916/chapters/231987506

The wardrobe door swung open again.

As the creature spilled out of the wardrobe, it didn't take a shape immediately. It swirled like ink in water, turning a deep, bruised indigo. Then, it solidified.

It it was Hermione. But it was wrong.

It was a version of her with skin like bleached coral, eyes that were entirely black, and hands that were webbed and tipped with obsidian claws.

That 'Hermione' was drowning, her mouth open in a silent scream, while water, thick, cold, and dark poured from her eyes.

It was the fear of her own nature. The fear that she wasn't a witch at all, but something else.

Something that would eventually consume the girl she was trying to be.

The class went dead silent. It wasn't a scary monster like a spider or a clown, it was wrong in a way that made the students cringe and shy away.

Hermione’s breath hitched. She could hear the roar of the ocean in her ears, a phantom sound that only she could hear.

The Boggart Hermione stepped forward, its movements fluid and predatory, creeping toward her with a grace that was decidedly not human.

'You are the tide' the Boggart whispered, its voice sounding like grinding shells.' And the tide destroys everything it touches.'

"Hermione!" Professor Lupin shouted, stepping forward, his wand raised. He recognized that 'thing'. He knew the look of a creature trying to break out of a human skin.

Hermione didn't let him intervene. The cold inside her, the magic that had been dormant, flared in irritation. She wasn't going to let this... thing... define her.

"Riddikulus!" she barked.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87504266

Hermione/Draco/Harry.

Harry was casually walking down the hall trying to clear his head from his godfathers passing, when he hears what appears to a couple having sex.

Carefully getting closer he swears the male voice he hears is Draco Malfoy

Harry blanches and turns to leave when he hears the female gasp

"Oh"

He knows that voice...

Knowing better but not caring Harry gets closer, he pauses as the sounds of the couple coming together rather loud and frantically suddenly slowed.

Harry starts to laugh internally at Draco only lasting 30 seconds and how he can't wait to tell Ron.

Till he realises it just slowed but never stopped.

Tears? Can he hear tears?

If he hurting that girl?

"You're perfect, so perfect" Draco cooed out but Harry couldn't help but notice how mournful it sounded

Harry was beyond confused, Draco having sex made him want to be sick but also intrigued him.

A Breathy "need you," came through the door, Harry was trying hard to place that voice.

"You have me," Draco gasped back

Harry gagged.

"I can't, I can't loose you" From Draco accompanied with a gulp of air.

Harry started to feel like he was invading something extremely intimate.

He knows he should go but has to place that voice, he had too.

"You won't, I won't let you loose anyone" The female voice cried back

"God, I need you. He'll kill you, you all"

"Shhhhh draco. You have me" the females voice was fierce...

Harry can't believe it, no. He's never heard her voice like that before....