Draco realizes Hermione is still keeping secrets.

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Later that same evening, Draco and Hermione did manage to abscond to the Room of Requirement. Together, they watched Draco’s memories from the previous evening, and Hermione had to admit...her intended was most impressive...and she was only more than happy to show him how impressed she was with him.

In the days that followed, Hermione had made it a point to keep a very close eye on Harry Potter. If he did indeed have the last Hallow, she needed to find a way to obtain it for herself, and she was having a hard time figuring out a way to do so without killing the Boy Who Lived. She liked Harry well enough, they had talked a few times and he seemed much happier now that he had a father figure in his life. She didn’t know what to think about Sirius Black, but she knew from her mother they’d been intimate back in school, in a ploy to gain her father’s attention...

...but she didn’t know much else.

Realizing perhaps there was another avenue she might try, she wrote a letter to Narcissa to ask for her help. She didn’t give specifics, only mentioned that she needed a favor and when she came home for Easter Break, she’d like to sit down and talk with her future Mother-in-Law about a problem she needed help in solving.

Narcissa had written back and told Hermione that whatever help was required, she was more than happy to help.

The students in Slytherin House were quite subdued in the week that followed what Theo took to calling ‘the incident.’ Hermione had been preoccupied by her mother’s confession, and started searching through Salazar’s library for anything related to the Deathly Hallows. After the third day of disappearing after dinner, Draco had followed her to their room and taken her aside, demanding answers.

“What is going on, love? You’ve been disappearing to our Room for the last three nights. You’re barely eating, and you look tired. Are you sleeping alright?”

Draco wrapped his arms around his intended and kissed the side of her neck soothingly.

“I’m fine, Draco.” Hermione sighed, and leant into Draco’s attentions. Her wizard bit her neck in warning and turned her around to face him directly.

“You’re lying.” Hermione went to protest but Draco just grabbed her and picked her up, tossing her onto their bed in the Room of Requirement and covering her body with his. “Stop it, love and tell me what in Salazar’s name is going on? Are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?”

Hermione shook her head emphatically, and kissed her wizard reassuringly. “No, handsome. I’m not upset with you. I’m just trying to figure out a problem and I’m not sure what to do about it.”

Returning the kiss with a bit more heat, Draco then moved off his girlfriend and sat up, pulling Hermione into his lap.

“Well...tell me what it is. Maybe I can help you.”

Sighing sadly, Hermione just laid her head on Draco’s shoulder, while he stroked his hand through her hair, getting more concerned by the minute as to what might be bothering his love. After a few moments, Hermione looked up at Draco and decided to share with him the conversation she’d had with her mum. Draco’s eyes widened in shock and then narrowed in understanding as he realized that there was practically no chance that Marlene would survive much beyond Hermione’s graduation from Hogwarts.

“Do you want to get married when we finish school, love?” Draco asked softly.

Considering her intended in shock, Hermione wasn’t sure how to answer that question initially. While she knew that’s where they were headed, she hadn’t given much consideration to the when—not that it mattered to her initially—she’d figured that they’d get married a few years after Hogwarts was done, maybe after she’d obtained a Mastery...but now?

Yes, she very much wished for her mother to see her married. To be there on the day and join in the happiness with her and Draco. She still held out hope that somehow, she’d figure out a way to save her mum and perhaps by extension her father too—but so far none of the books she’d read in Salazar’s library had given her any of the information she’d needed, and she still had to figure out how to get the Cloak from Harry, if he did indeed—have it.

“I would very much wish for my mum to be there, Draco. I’m not sure how much time she has left and I’m not sure if she’s spoken with my father about her situation.”

Draco nodded in understanding. “Have you written to her lately?”

Hermione shrugged. “Its only been a short while, and I’d hoped that she might owl me once she’d talked to Father, but I haven’t heard from her. I suppose I’ll write her tomorrow. I’m just not sure what to say. I haven’t found anything to help me figure all this out.”

“What am I missing, love? Are you still keeping things from me?”

Hermione sighed in resignation and nodded. “Please don’t be angry with me.”

Draco stood up and paced in the room, running his hands through his hair as he tried to figure out what to say. Hermione watched her love as he paced, seemingly becoming more agitated with each turn of the room. When he finally stopped, Draco moved over to the end of the bed and knelt at Hermione’s feet.

“Do you still not trust me?”

“No!” Hermione’s shout filled the room, as her eyes widened in panic. “I do trust you, Draco. I love you!”

“But not enough to be completely honest with me?”

Hermione sighed, but grabbed Draco’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Do you remember when I told you that I’ve always had to take care of myself?”

Draco nodded reluctantly. “I remember.”

“And I asked you to be patient with me—that it’s not instinctive with me to be open about things.”

Again he nodded. “I know, love and believe me? I’m trying to be understanding. But you need to know that I’ll always be here for you. I’m on your side, Hermione. I’ve tried to show you that you can trust me completely.”

“I know.” She sighed unhappily as she stared into bright grey eyes that she’d grown to love immensely. She then held out her hand, showing Draco the Gaunt Family ring. “You know what this stone is, yes?”

Draco nodded warily...wondering exactly where Hermione was going with this. “Yes...it’s the Resurrection Stone.”

“It is.” Hermione confirmed. “You know the story of the Three Brothers?”

“Yes, love...the Elder Wand...the Resurrection Stone and the Cloak Of Invisibility.”

“They’re called the Deathly Hallows.” Opening her beaded bag, Hermione pulled out Dumbledore’s wand—the Elder Wand. She handed it to Draco, who took it with a questioning look before his face cleared with understanding.

“This is the Elder Wand?”

“Yes...it is.”

Draco’s face paled as he considered his betrothed, who truly was far more clever than he’d ever given her credit for.

“This looks like the wand Dumbledore had? I thought my Father...” Draco chuckled as he’d realized just why Hermione had his father remain in the infirmary after she’d been cursed by that old fool. “My Father gave you the Elder Wand because you’d disarmed Dumbledore when he’d cursed you. Merlin, baby! You’re the Master of the Deathstick?”

Hermione smiled at her love with pride. “Yes, I am and its allegiance is now mine. The only person besides your father who knows I have the original wand is my mum.”

Draco looked confused for a moment. “Why haven’t you told your father?”

Hermione sighed and gripped Draco’s hand in solidarity, understanding the level of trust she was placing in him not to betray her.

“When I’d realized what the ring was, I made a contingency plan to go after the Hallows. I knew from my time with Bathilda, that her Great Nephew, Gellert Grindelwald was the owner of the Elder Wand before he dueled Dumbledore in 1945. I’d seen a picture of Gellert as a young man around the age of fourteen in his aunt’s home. The wand he’d been holding in that photo, was not the same one he’d been pictured with later in life. When I’d first saw the correspondence between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, they’d always signed their letters with the same runic insignia.” Waving her hand, Hermione showed Draco the image that she’d seen in the letters. A triangle with a circle embedded within its perimeter and a line bisecting it straight down vertically. “This is the runic insignia designating the Deathly Hallows. I have two and I believe I know who has the third.”

“Who?”

“Potter.” Hermione smirked.

“Fucking Merlin’s Hairy Ballsack!” Draco growled. “Of course the fucking Boy Wonder would have the Invisibility Cloak.”

Hermione snickered at Draco’s disgust. “I’m not exactly sure he does but according to my mum, Harry’s dad had an Invisibility Cloak when she was in school with him. It’s a long shot, but it’s the only lead I have. Ignotus Peverell, the original owner of the Cloak, could’ve passed it down through the Potter line and the only other familial possibilities that it might’ve gone to were the Blacks and the Prewetts.”

“It’s unlikely it’d be the Black Family as something of that significance would’ve been mentioned by someone somewhere in our family’s history, and I’ve never read anything to indicate that it was.”

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. “The Prewetts?”

Draco shrugged. “The twin Prewetts were killed during the first Wizarding War by a group of your father’s followers, Dolohov among them. If they’d had it? I’m sure it would’ve surfaced by now—possibly been passed down to the Weasley’s and I sincerely doubt that’s the case....so, no.”

“So that leaves the Potter’s then.”

Draco nodded. “How can you find out for sure.”

Hermione smirked wickedly. “When we go home for Easter, I’m going to have your mum do me a teeny tiny favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“You’ll see.” Hermione winked, causing Draco to laugh.

Grabbing his intended, Draco pulled her back into his lap and kissed her soundly before he pulled away and gave her a stern look. “Any other secrets you need to share with me?”

“No...no more secrets.” Hermione smiled warmly.

“Good, because I fully intend on taking advantage of the fact we have this big bed to ourselves for the next few hours.”

“That sounds like an excellent suggestion.”

Draco didn’t waste anytime getting Hermione undressed and underneath him. While he was still a bit miffed at her reluctance to open up to him—he decided to let his displeasure be known in other...meaningful ways.

After an hour...he had his little witch writhing and moaning as he kissed, sucked, pulled and nipped at her core...he watched her beg and plead with him for release, which he was unwilling to do until she understood what her punishment was.

His little vixen was extremely clever when she wanted to be, and it didn’t take her a while to figure out just what his objective was. When she pulled at his hair and screeched out her frustration at being thwarted for the fifth time—she made her plea of apology, promising not to hold back any more secrets from him.

He then pushed two fingers into Hermione’s core—her wetness soaked his fingers as he greedily lapped up her essence.

“Why are you being punished, my love?”

“Because I kept secrets from you.” Hermione gasped out in anguish as Draco bit down softly on her clit and worried it between his lips.

“And are you going to do so again?”

“No...no, Draco...please! I promise to always be honest with you.”

Draco chuckled and hummed as he continued on with his ministrations. “Should I let you come? Only good girls get to come...my love...have you been good?”

Draco smirked as he pumped two fingers into Hermione’s quim—which was hot, wet and so very tight.

“Yes...yes...yes, Draco! I’ve been good—please let me come.”

Draco grinned manically as he pistoned his fingers out faster, before moving his lips back to Hermione’s core. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over the hardened bud before he lifted his head up and said deeply, “Come for me, baby.”

As he moved his head back down into position, it didn’t take more than 30 seconds before Hermione’s back was arching off the bed as she screamed out her release. Quickly vanishing his clothes, Draco cast the contraceptive charm and pushed himself into his very willing witch. His hips moved hard and fast as he held Hermione’s head in place staring down at her with a mixture of lust and anger.

“You won’t keep things from me again.” he demanded roughly.

Hermione shook her head and moaned in passion. “No...I promise, Draco.”

“Good.” Draco growled before he kissed her savagely and bit her lip until it drew blood. Hermione’s nails raked down his back, showing her own savagery and Draco felt his control snap as he pounded relentlessly into his witch, all the while listening to her cries of pleasure before her body clamped down on him like a vise—screaming out his name, causing him to shout out his own release as his orgasm was torn from him like a tidal wave.

“Fuck!” He yelled out in euphoria, before he collapsed onto his witch...feeling her arms cradling him into her body as her legs held him in place...nestled deep inside her. He sighed in utter bliss, his breathing deepened and before he knew it, they’d both passed out in sated exhaustion.