The Inevitable

Chapter 14 - Red Handed

Draco's POV

"I feel as if I need to put a dress back on," Hermione groaned from the closet. She had been scanning the clothes on the hangers trying to decide what to put on.

"Just put on some pants or something," I sighed walking to the door. When I walked around the corner, she had disposed of the shirt and was now standing in only her underwear. I froze staring at her naked back letting my eyes roam down her body. Sweet Salazar this woman was going to be the death of me. I bit my lip watching her reach up among the shelves searching for something. Her ass was perfect and right now, right now I just wanted to grab it. I must've made some sort of noise because she froze.

"Draco?" Entranced by her hips, I didn't reply. She looked over her shoulder, but didn't move. "What are you doing?" I had expected her to freak out catching me staring. She just stood there unmoving. Before I could talk myself out of it, I moved across the room. I stepped behind her placing my chest against her back. My hands moved to her hips and I felt her inhale sharply. She turned her head back around, but didn't move my hands. I slowly moved my hands up her sides letting my fingers ghost over her skin. When my hands reached her neck, I moved her hair to once side. I titled my head to bring my lips hovering over the skin under her ear. With my hands back on her hips, I pulled her body as close to mine as I could. From where I stood, I could see her gorgeous breasts on display. Before any other move could be made, something changed in the atmosphere. When I pulled my head back, Hermione looked at me. "Draco?"

"Somethings wrong..." I said quietly. Hermione quickly grabbed the sundress in front of her and threw it on.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No, no," I said turning her to face me. I cupped her cheek looking into her eyes. "I didn't mean it like that, there...there wasn't anything wrong with..with that." The hopeful gleam in her eyes made my heart clench.

"What did you mean then?" She asked bringing her hands to my chest. I did my best to ignore the fire burning at her touch.

"I felt a shift in the magic here...something isn't right." I tried to focus to see if I could sense what had changed, but I wasn't entirely sure what I had felt. "We need to go see what is happening." Hermione nodded in reply. When I laced my fingers with hers, she didn't object. We moved out of the closet and toward the bedroom door. As we made our way down the main staircase, I could hear voices. I paused to glance at Hermione to see if she heard them to. By the scrunch in her brow I could assume she did. Cautiously, we moved down the remaining stairs. Following the sound of talking we found ourselves in the dining room. The table was full of unexpected faces. Harry stood from his seat offering a grim smile.

"I think we need to have a talk..." the sound of his voice was strained. The air was filled with tension.

"What about?" Hermione asked squeezing my hand. She was nervous...so was I. All of our friends were gathered at the table along with my mother who sat at the head. This was not going to end well.

"You two are not who you say you are," my mother said staring us down with her icy glare. Hermione's grip on my hand grew tighter.

"Mother-"

"I don't know who you are, but you are not my son!" She snapped standing to her feet. In all actuality it was true and false. I was her son...just not the version she knows. She moved around the table in only an elegance she could manage. She stopped in front of me and I felt small under her stare. "Show me your arm."

"What?" I could feel Hermione trying to fall back as if we were about to be attacked.

"Your left forearm, show me it now!" My mother's voice was angry. I turned to Hermione looking into her eyes. We were bound to be found out at the rate we were going...I guess our luck had run out. Letting go of her hand, I lifted my left arm between my mother and I. I waved my hand over the glamoured mark. The wandless magic was quite impressive, but that wasn't something anyone in this room would be focused on right now. I didn't fully understand why she wanted to see the mark. Even in the future I'd surely still be stuck with the horrid thing. The mark fully appeared and my mother gasped. "I was right...."