A/N: OMG! Did you think I had died? I am so sorry that it has been FOREVER! I had total brain shutdown when it came to Harry Potter. I just couldn't write. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING was coming out. I nearly gave up, but I promised this would be finished, and it will be. I have a newborn though, so I can't promise it will be quick. You may want to re-read this to know or remember what's going on. I actually had to as well...
I know this is short, not even 2k words, but it's a start, it's about all I could get out right now. I have a good chunk of the next chapter ready as well, but I needed a little filler, a bridge, I needed to let you know a bit of where the character's brains are. That and I was a little rusty... my brain has been buried in Destiel and Supernatural *blush* so it took a few tries to get Mione and Malfoy back out! That being said, I offer you the next chapter and a promise to not make you wait as long for the next part. And for those few of you who read both HP and SPN work... don't worry about HR. It's at the beta's (I rewrote the entire opening scene so.. yeah... it's coming!) Thank you so much for your patience and for the amazing reviews. I have so many and am so busy between writing and my kids (I now have four) that I may not answer but that doesn't mean I don't LOVE every word. I have read every single review at least ten times... if you REALLY want a response or have a question, then you are more than welcome to PM me and I will definitely get those answered. THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL READERS! You make my day! Okay, rant done.. now go read, I know you've been waiting patiently!
To Save the Life of a Mudblood
Harry paced the large, ornate foyer while his mind wandered to what Malfoy and Hermione could possibly be doing up in that room. On second thought, no, his mind was not going to what they could be doing, he really, really didn't want to know what they were doing behind that closed door.
"Potter, don't you have something better to do than pacing my home? Perhaps the world needs saving again," Lucius Malfoy's voice broke through his musings.
"Mr. Malfoy," Harry responded in greeting. The patriarch may have changed his tune since the war, but the Boy Who Lived still didn't trust the wizard. Not by a long shot.
"I take it you're here for your friend?" Lucius asked, arms crossed haughtily across his chest.
"No, I'm here because your son and I have been secret best mates for years… of course I'm here for Hermione," Harry couldn't help but snark. Lucius sniffed at his tone.
"Well, I suppose I should leave you be then, after all, you are a guest of my daughter-in-law."
"Yeah, about that… that's not going to last. If you can't figure out a way to break this, then I can guarantee you I will," Harry told him, voice seething out in growing anger.
"Have you asked Miss Granger if she wants this broken?" the elder wizard asked, smirk firmly in place.
"Why the hell would she not want it broken?" Harry asked incredulously. "This is the same wizard that tormented her for years, verbally attacked her, wanted her dead."
"They were children then. You of all people can't possibly be saying that change is impossible."
Harry seethed at Lucius's tone and what he was implying.
"I think change is entirely possible, but in the case of your bigoted son, pretty improbable."
"If that were true, then why are you down here while my son is upstairs with Granger?"
Harry didn't have anything to say to that. It was true that Hermione hadn't protested Malfoy all but throwing him out of the room… in fact, she had been persistently asking for the other wizard.
"It's this… spell, whatever it's done, it's messed with her mind."
Harry glared at Lucius.
"You know, they may be up there for a while. Perhaps you should return tomorrow," the older wizard offered.
"I think I'll wait," was his response.
Narcissa walked into her husband's study. Lucius was sitting behind his large, ornate desk staring at the paper that lay on top. She sighed. Her husband glanced up at the sound and gave her a small smile.
"I don't think your plan worked so well, Dear," Narcissa told him. He smirked at that.
"Yes, I have to agree."
"Your son attacked you, with his fists! Like a… like a Muggle."
"Yes, I know. I was there, 'Cissa."
"What are we going to do now?" she asked, coming to stand beside her husband, her eyes straying to the moving photo of Draco lunging at his father.
"Perhaps we should come out with our story now, before Astoria has a chance to say anything. People tend to believe the first thing they read."
"And how do we spin this? What reason would Draco have for attacking you? I don't see anyway of salvaging this…"
"I know, 'Cissa. You don't have to remind me of what a mess this is, but… we've dealt with worse. I say we go, tell our story, play off Draco's attack, tell them he wasn't prepared to see me with Granger there and… he went a little too far. Draco is a very jealous boy, anyone would believe that."
"I suppose that might work… it might be our only option," Narcissa told her husband, laying a hand on his broad shoulder. She let her fingers idly play with the platinum locks that lay across his shoulders.
"Lucius, what exactly is this spell doing to those two?" she asked. She knew very little about the spell, merely that it was a binding spell and that intercourse was required to complete the spell, other than that, she was in the dark and she did not like being in the dark. Especially when it came to her son.
"I'm not entirely sure," he told his wife, refusing to meet her eyes.
"You're keeping something from me, Lucius Malfoy," she said to her husband, fingers tightening on his shoulder. He winced as her nails dug into him.
"Narcissa, I honestly don't know everything the spell does, but I know its power is the strongest on the full moon. I also know that the power grows with the waxing of the moon and it dissipates with the waning of the moon. It will continue to pull them together until the moon is at a new stage, then as the moon fills, the power will start again."
"And it will, what? Just keep going, driving them slowly insane?" Narcissa asked.
"No. I believe it will stop once she conceives," he admitted. Narcissa raised on perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
"And do they know that?"
"Of course not. Granger is already near apoplectic about the whole situation, why make it worse."
"Lucius. You should be honest with her. She has put up with all of this so far, the least we can do is offer her the truth," Narcissa scolded. Her husband sighed.
"How did I know you would say something like that?"
"Because I'm the smart one. Now, when Draco and Hermione come down to speak with you, you will tell them everything you know about this spell."
"Yes, Dear," he agreed. It was wise to never disagree with a Black woman.
"Very good. Now, I am off to keep Astoria busy, you will speak with your son, then we can see about calling out someone to take the story." Narcissa leaned over to kiss her husbands cheek before waltzing out of the room, head held high.
Hermione stood outside of Draco's room. Her mind had cleared while he was with her, but within minutes of his leaving, she was back to the lost, disoriented feelings. This spell, because that's what it had to be, was playing havoc with her mind. She didn't know up from down.
She was starting to feel something for Malfoy, something that wasn't real, or so her mind was screaming. Her heart was screaming something else… or was it her heart that was screaming at her to run while her mind screamed how much she needed Draco? She didn't know! Her mind was a jumbled mess!
Hermione took a deep breath, fighting down the hammering need to see the wizard, to center her. She could figure this out. Where there's a will, there's a way.
She reached out hesitantly and knocked on the heavy, wooden door.
"Come in," Draco called from the depths of his room. She pushed open the large, ornate door and glanced around the room. Malfoy walked out from the bathroom and offered her a tentative smile.
"Ready to face my father?" he asked.
"I'm not the one that threw a punch at him," she reminded the wizard. He cringed at her words. She sighed. "Don't worry, he's not going to do too much damage to you. You're his only heir. He needs you to continue the Malfoy line," she offered jokingly.
"You'd be surprised how much pain the human body can withstand without dying," he muttered under his breath but Hermione heard him anyway. Her smile fell from her face.
"Draco, you're father loves you. He proved that in the end. He won't hurt you," she told him seriously.
"That's a lot of faith to have in the man that more or less tried to kill you on multiple occasions."
"I never said I trusted him with my life, but I do trust him with yours."
"I hope you're right."
Hermione walked over to the large bed and sat down on the edge. She couldn't help but fidget with her sleeves.
"Draco, we really need to figure something out about this… bond. I know I said I'd help you, and I will, but… there has to be something we can do to stop these damn… urges."
"Urges, Granger?" he asked with a smirk. She glared at him.
"You know what I mean. You feel it, too. We don't actually feel this way, you can't tell me we do! The damn spell is controlling us and I don't like it! There has to be a way to block the effects, even if we can't actually break the bond."
Draco shifted on his feet, gray eyes flicking over her before staring out towards the large window.
"We can look. You're the brightest witch of our age, and I'm, well, me. If there's a way, we'll find it." Hermione sighed once again.
"I hope so. No offense, Malfoy, because I know you've changed and all, but if I'm going to fall for one of my worst enemies, I'd like to do it of my own free will," she told him with a smirk of her own. Draco snorted at her words before offering her a genuine smile for once.
"Well, then we'll have to break this so I show you what a catch I really am."
"And there's that Malfoy arrogance, I was starting to miss it."
"I bet. Come on, we don't want to make my father wait."
"Merlin forbid. All right. Let's go."