If we don’t protect Draco Malfoy from harm, then Albus’ sacrifice will be

for nothing...
“Okay,” she found herself mumbling absently. “Okay, I-I will try.”
McGonagall’s face instantly relaxed. “Thank you,” she gave the young witch a
forced smile as she handed her back her wand. “I know this will be difficult for you,
and I promise that I will do what I can to make it easier for you.”
Hermione released a loud and lonely breath. “I’m tired,” she whispered, her
body and mind overworked and desiring sleep.
“I think we all need some rest,” the headmistress agreed. “I will escort you both
back to your dorm and set up the wards.”
“Alright,” she shrugged, too exhausted too argue any more. “Let’s get this over with.”
McGonagall gave the girl’s shoulder a reassuring pat before she headed to her
kitchen and pushed open the door. “Come now, Mr Malfoy,” she called, eyeing the
wizard closely as he came back into the office, his hands pushed arrogantly in his
pockets as he gave Hermione a bitter and intolerant look.
“Get over your little bitch-fit?” he sneered, purposefully keeping his distance.
The urge to scream at him until his ears wept blood swamped her, but she
shoved it aside. Something twigged in her head, and she realised then that she had
a massive advantage over him. She had her wand. She was in control.
“You still have some blood on your chin,” she told him, her words drawn out
and sharp.
He hid his irritation with an amused snort as he slowly wiped the back on his
hand across his mouth again, keeping his stare locked onto hers. He realised then
that her eyes weren’t brown; they were more like gold. How repulsively Gryffindor.
So, the little Mudblood thought she was in charge did she? His smirk stretched a
little. Fine, let her believe that; at least he would have a little entertainment if he was
going to be locked away in her room.
“Not happy to see me, Granger?” he goaded. “You look a little tense-
“And you look like shit,” she retorted, trailing her tempestuous glare over his
tattered robes. “I’m warning you, Malfoy. Don’t wind me up-
“Or what?” he growled, bring his face too close to hers. She held her ground and
cringed when she realised his breath smelled of the blood she had coaxed with her fist.
“You don’t get it, do you?” she whispered, narrowing her eyes. “You have noth-
ing. You are nothing. And now you’re stuck here; forced to accept our help like
some pathetic child.”
Something flickered in his eyes; something between shame and spite. That look
ignited a small and fickle flame in her stomach that made her feel powerful; cocky.
It didn’t last long, just enough to inject a little more boldness into her backbone.
“I hope this is killing you,” she whispered with harsh honesty. “I hope that this
is tearing you apart-
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 “Because if we don’t,” she answered carefully, making sure her student would
understand the importance of her words. “Then Voldemort might find Mr Mal-
foy and kill him-
“That’s no real loss-
“And then the Vow would kill Severus,” she carried on, ignoring the harsh
words from the girl. “Also, if Mr Malfoy left here, then he could reveal Severus’
secret and he would be killed.”
Hermione faltered.
Snape is a spy. One of us...
“And above anything else,” McGonagall brought her back to the damning present.
“If we don’t protect Draco Malfoy from harm, then Albus’ sacrifice will be for nothing.”
The female fraction of the Golden Trio felt something in her chest drop. None of
this made sense, and yet everything seemed to slide into place in her head. She would
swear to Merlin’s grave that every second of this haunting night was draining away
her energy. There was just too much too handle; too much to take in. Snape. A spy.
Dumbledore had known...And then a troubling thought popped into her head.
“Why did you call me here?”
“Because he will be staying with you,” McGonagall told her steadily. “You are
my most trustworthy student and your skills as a witch are-
“How can you do this to me?” she moaned, scrunching her face with stress. “I
hate him. He’s evil-
“I know that this is a lot to ask,” the other witch said with genuine sympathy.
“But there is nobody else I can trust with this. You have a spare room-
“We’ll kill each other-
“No, you won’t,” she argued, taking some steps towards the witch to place a
comforting hand on her shoulder. “I am keeping his wand and I will ward your
dorm so he can’t leave and you have a password for your bedroom-
“There must be someone else,” Hermione pleaded. “Anyone else. One of
the professors-
“You are the only person who I trust to handle this,” McGonagall breathed sadly.
“The other professors have too much on their plates as it is. I need you to do this-
“For how long?”
“For as long as it takes,” she answered cryptically, offering the girl another
apologetic frown. “I am really sorry for this, Miss Granger. If things are really that
bad then I will do my best to make other arrangements, but I honestly believe that
you can do this.”
She wanted to protest; to tell McGonagall to let Malfoy rot in the grave he had
dug himself. She wanted to point out that he would probably try to kill her in her
sleep, or that she wouldn’t last a day without hexing the twat until he was a pointless
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 “Mr Malfoy,” she sighed, suddenly realising how tired she was. “I need to discus
some things privately-
“Why?” he shot back quickly. “Snape told me he was a spy, so I know all this-
“You don’t know everything,” the witch told him. “And you don’t have any right
to all the information-
“Well, I’m comfortable here-
“Don’t force me to move you,” she warned, gesturing with her free hand to a
door on the other side of her office. “There’s a kitchen through there. Help yourself
to some food and I will call you when we are finished.”
A retort lingered behind his teeth but a spasm in his stomach reminded him
that he hadn’t eaten in the last twenty-four hours. His curiosity was loud, but the
rumbles of starvation were louder. He slowly rose from his seat and gave both the
witches a bored look before he headed to the kitchen, muttering a vibrant list of
obscenities under his breath.
McGonagall turned back to Hermione once they were alone and tilted her head
thoughtfully. “Will you listen to what I have to say if I release the spell?”
“Snape’s really a spy?” she asked with a meek tone.
“I swear to you on my life,” she said clearly. “Will you listen to me?”
With a confused and pathetic sob, she nodded her head and felt her arms and
legs regain control. She wiped away the evidence of her weakness on her sleeve and
observed the witch she looked up to with wild and desperate eyes. “Snape,” she
murmured hesitantly. “He can’t be a spy. He killed-
“Albus left me one of his memories before he died,” the headmistress started, her
voice wavering a little with emotion. “And it was of a discussion between him and Severus-
“But-
“Albus knew about Draco Malfoy’s mission,” she continued. “And he asked Se-
verus to complete...the task, so that Mr Malfoy would not. He wanted to save him-
“He is not worth saving,” she frowned, shooting an agitated look to the
kitchen door. “He is-
“You must understand that Mr Malfoy was forced into his mission, Hermione,” she
offered, but the argument was weak. It was hard to defend someone who had put so
many lives in danger all before his seventeenth birthday. “Albus knew that Severus had
agreed to an Unbreakable Vow to protect Draco so he asked Severus to do it instead-
“Does Malfoy know all this?” she questioned, spitting out his name like poison.
“I don’t think so,” McGonagall shook her head. “He knows that Severus is a spy
for the Order, and that makes you the fourth person to know this information. No
one else knows and I intend to keep it that way-
“So why was Snape here? Surely coming here would be dangerous?”
She sighed. “He’s asked me to protect Mr Malfoy from now on-
“What?” Hermione barked, her brow wrinkling with distaste. “Why the hell
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 She locked on to his icy-cool glare and felt something in her soul snap.
She didn’t remember sprinting over to him, everything was blurry and fast.
When she was close enough, she drew back her balled fist and rammed into his
face, hard enough to scorch her knuckles. She felt a feral growl vibrate in her
throat, and drew her fist back again, the blood slithering down his chin and across
her fingers no where near satisfying enough. She wanted to pound his face until
it was unrecognisable, until it stopped reminding her of what he’d done.
But McGonagall’s spell dragged her to the other side of the room. And she
was screaming again.
She fought the magic so hard her limbs burned, but it wouldn’t give. “What the
ISO!TION BY BEX-CHAN hell is that bastard-
COVER ART BY ELITHIEN “Stop it!” the other witch shouted, keeping her wand trained on Hermione’s
writhing body. There were no tears now; just a rage that simmered and practically
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at caused the girl to glow. “Hermione, you must listen-
h"p://archiveofourown.org/works/23461513 “You spineless twat!” she snapped, ignoring McGonagall and curling her lip
Rating: Mature as she eyed Malfoy. He was thumbing away the trickle of blood that was leaking
Archive Warnings: Major Character Death from his lip with an expression that was far too aloof for her to handle. He caught
Fandom: Harry Po"er – J. K. Rowling her eyes again, and her hatred was blinding. He was slimmer than she recalled,
Relationship: Hermione Granger / Draco Malfoy and he looked a little worn, but everything else about him was exactly how she
First Published: 2020-04-03 remembered. The creamy hair, the china skin, the rain-cloud eyes. It was awful,
and she roared with outrage.
“Control yourself,” McGonagall attempted again, stepping into Hermione’s line
✦ of sight. “I’m trying to explain-
“How could you?” Hermione hissed at the ageing witch, fresh tears springing to
He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's her fiery glare. “They killed Dumbledore! How the fuck could you do this to-
fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood “That is quite enough!” she replied, her tone that familiar strict bite. “I’m try-
for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. ing to tell you-
Maybe not. “Nothing you could say would-
“Severus Snape is a spy for the Order,” she said bluntly, satisfied when Hermi-
"There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!"
one seized up with shock and released a dulcet gasp. “He is on our side-
“Th-that’s impossible,” the brunette stuttered, ceasing her struggles to gape at
her professor with disbelief. “No. No there’s no way-
“It’s true-
“You’re lying!” Hermione blurted, her cheeks flushed like ripe peaches dotted with
dew. She twisted her neck so she could look at Malfoy again, and she felt bile singe the
back of her tongue. She felt sick. “They killed him...They-they killed Dumbledore-
“It’s okay, Hermione,” McGonagall attempted to console the girl, before she
glanced over her shoulder to the silent wizard; still sat in his chair and trying to
TYPESET BY nurse the gash in his lip. “Mr Malfoy, I need to talk with Miss Granger alone.”
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couple of steps towards the screaming closet. “Then I might decide not to let you
sleep in the bed, or use the shower, or perhaps you would-
“I get your point,” he scowled, firing her a foul glare. “Just get on with it-
“It would also do you good to learn some manners,” she advised, finishing her
short distance to the closet’s door.
With an overdue calming breath, the headmistress tugged open the door and
frowned when she saw the mess. Hermione’s struggles had knocked some of the
shelves, and the younger witch had gained a few bruises from some raining books.
She paused her thrashing when she noticed McGonagall’s presence in the door-
frame, her chest heaving against the ropes. The greying witch angled her wand to
levitate Hermione into her office and sighed when her student recommenced her
attempts to get free.
Draco resisted the taunting words that teased his tongue for the sake of a com-
fortable night. Granger looked like hell had gargled her and then spat her back out;
her chaotic hair swarming around her face like Autumn leaves, and her eyes red-
stained with what looked like a sleep-deprived month. Good. He was glad she was
suffering. Glad that somebody else was.
“Let me out of these things!” she shouted, her eyes swollen with tears as she
hovered a few inches off the ground.
“I need you to calm down, Miss Granger-
“I will not calm down!” she refused, her voice quaking and scared. “What the hell-
“I promise I will explain everything,” the professor attempted to soothe her. “I
need you to calm down, Hermione. Please.”
She stole six long breaths and swallowed back the anguish wedged in her
throat. She still hadn’t noticed him. “Okay,” she murmured. “Okay, just please
get these things off me.”
With a moment of hesitation, McGonagall released the spell, and Hermione’s
feet landed on the floorboards with a small thump. She brushed her palms over the
raw lines left by the ropes and studied the older woman like a stranger. She coughed
away a confused sob and took a wary step towards the centre of the room, oblivious
that she’d moved closer to Malfoy.
“Why was Snape here?” she questioned finally, deciding that the silence was
far too vexing.
“Before I tell you anything,” McGonagall started. “You need to understand that
you can’t reveal this to anyone. Not even Mr Potter or Mr Weasley.”
Hermione shifted her weight and pursed her lips, analysing the situation in her
head. McGonagall’s words did not bode well with her; she told Harry and Ron eve-
rything, and her professor’s odd behaviour in the last few minutes had completely
baffled her. Her fawny eyes darted away, needing to focus on something else, and
that’s when she saw him.
Him.

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 upsetting the wrinkly wench; he really didn’t give a shit. No, it was that she had
called him a failure. And the truth hurt. In the last seven years, he couldn’t recall
one thing that he had managed to successfully achieve. Not one. And his last
cock-up had proved fatal; fatal enough to warrant a death-wish and an indefinite
stay in this shithole.
Failure.
“Would you like me to pretend I care?” he muttered casually, looking back to
Snape. “I thought you were leaving.”
The blond growled when he received another harsh slap to the back of his skull.
“You should learn to control that tongue of yours, Draco,” the older man scolded
sharply. “I apologise for this, Minerva.”
“There is no need,” she insisted. “I can handle it from here. You have my word
that I will do everything I can to ensure his safety. You really should go, Severus. It
will be getting light soon.”
“Right,” he mumbled, giving the witch a sullen nod. “I’m not sure if I will be
able to contact you any time soon.”
“You know where we are if you need us,” she said, her voice softer and border-
ing on sombre. “Good luck, Severus.”
Draco released a disgusted snort that was drowned out by the loud snap of
Apparition. He felt his jaw twitch and fought the embers of apprehension that
settled in his gut. Snape may have turned out to be a blood traitor, but at least the
creepy guy had been bound by a Vow to protect him, whereas as these blood trai-
tors would probably smother him in his sleep. Another one of Granger’s shrill
howls ruptured his eardrums, and he turned to McGonagall with a weary and
half-shut stare.
“This will be fun,” he muttered dryly, folding his arms over his chest.
“You will not say anything to make this more difficult,” the witch commanded
with an agitated finger pointed in his direction. “And you will certainly not use
that awful word.”
“You mean Mudblood?” he questioned, drawing out the derogatory term. “You
seem awfully confident with that assumption-
“I’m warning you, Mr Malfoy,” she persisted. “You are only making things more
difficult for yourself if you continue to act this way-
“Just get it over with,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. The Mudblood’s screeches
had made his painful heartbeats thud against his temple, and the warmth was lull-
ing his lids to fall. He really wanted some sleep. “It’s nearly three in the morning
and I would like to get some rest-
“And I’m sure you’d like to do it in a bed,” she said slowly, staring him down.
“I know you haven’t had a bed for a while, Mr Malfoy-
“What’s your point?”
“If you insist on making this harder than it should be,” she started, taking a

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“SHE’S IMPROVED,” SNAPE COMMENTED, EYEING THE DOOR WITH A PEOPLE OFTEN SAID THAT IN TIMES OF TURBULENCE, YOU LEARNED
pensive look. to appreciate the little things. Poetic and whimsical notions like sunsets, the sounds
“You have no idea,” McGonagall sighed, frowning as Hermione’s protests only of birds and the varying colours of dainty flowers.
grew louder, ringing around her office and making her cringe. “She’s been prac- Well, Hermione could safely tell those people that it was all bollocks.
tising a lot with Horace and myself.” Bollocks. Bollocks. Bollocks.
“I can see that,” he nodded, glancing over to Draco. “Perhaps she will be able Sunsets were pretty much the same everyday, squawking birds were actually
to manage him.” very annoying and gave her a headache, and she could really care less about the
“She is capable,” the headmistress assured him. “Severus, the anti-Apparition hues and shades of flowers. They all died anyway; all wilted into ugly, shrivelled
wards will kick in again shortly, and I think it will be easier to explain this to her shapes. Especially when winter was starting to strangle life out of the world.
if you aren’t here- No, when times were bad, and they really were, it pretty much distracted you
“I’ve been here too long anyway,” he agreed, taking some long strides to the from everything else. Everything else was irrelevant and distorted, clouded by the
young wizard hunched in his seat. “Remember what we discussed, Draco- gravity of the darkness. Hermione had noticed that even her classes had become
“You’re actually leaving me here?” he questioned, hissing out the words through meaningless, and the worst thing was everyone seemed to feel the same.
his teeth. “With these people? Thanks a bunch- The students of Hogwarts were drowning in melancholy. All of them.
“Try to remember that you are in danger,” his old professor advised, his voice Well, the ones that had been allowed to return.
thick and condescending. “And these people are the only ones that are willing to She’d worked out there were just over a quarter of the usual number of pupils,
provide you with somewhere to stay- and all of them were scared; moving around the lonely corridors with glum faces
“Well, more fool then,” Draco shrugged dismissively, giving McGonagall a long and whispered tones. But the classes were still held, as were the Quidditch matches
and bored look. “Were you expecting some sort of gratitude for this?” and other events, even though it was glaringly obvious that most of the students
“I have no expectations of you at all, Mr Malfoy,” she told him with genuine had lost the will to compete, socialise and even learn.
disappointment. “Your constant failure to do anything worthwhile has destroyed McGonagall was doing her best to keep things consistent and familiar, but it
any confidence I may have had in you.” was pointless. Hogwarts was pseudo-school now; just a shell with ancient walls that
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 It was the 1st of October, meaning Hermione had only been back at school for On the other side of the door, Draco sank back into the chair with a roll of his
a couple of weeks, but it felt longer. It also meant that Dumbledore had been dead eyes. He watched the pair of professors as they shared a look of scepticism and re-
for exactly five months. No, Hogwarts was definitely not safe, and everyone knew sisted the compulsion to shake his head or laugh at their stupidity. How could they
it. The Death Eaters had breached their school, all thanks to Draco fucking Malfoy, honestly be surprised that she had reacted the way she did? He really was sur-
and then Snape had murdered the most brilliant man she would ever know. rounded by bloody idiots.
Voldemort was back. Well, he’d been back for a few years now, but the curse of “Well,” he commented, his voice raspy at the back of his throat, but still rich
his return was becoming louder and more threatening with each day that passed. with surplus sarcasm. “That went well.”
She was petrified. That’s right. Screw the stereotypes that came were her Gryffindor
colours, sometimes it was rational to be frightened.
It certainly didn’t help that her two supposed best friends had left her here all
alone. Yes, Harry and Ron were currently traipsing all over the country searching
for Horcruxes. Without her. She wasn’t sure where the reasoning had been in that
decision but it had been Lupin’s suggestion. She loved her friends dearly, but if she
was right Harry was probably having a mental breakdown every hour, and Ron
would most likely be tripping over his own feet.
She knew it hadn’t been their decision, but she couldn’t help the resentment
that had burrowed into her brain. At least they had each other.
She had been left here to assist McGonagall with turning Hogwarts into a shel-
ter. A safe place. There were a few other Order members here such as Seamus and
Dean, and Ginny was helping along with the rest of the professors. The youngest
Weasley was nice enough, but she didn’t come close to filling the gap the boys had
left her with. For the most part, Hermione felt significantly alone.
She’d been given the title of Head Girl of course, possibly so she could have her
own room to help with the Order’s plans. Or perhaps it was so she could have some
freedom to lock herself in the library at night with the hopes assisting the cause. Or
maybe it was because she was the infamous best friend of Harry Potter, and was
supposed to provide some symbol of hope to the miserable souls that were haunting
Hogwarts. Whichever it was, she was glad she could help, but she’d have rather
stayed with Ron and Harry.
Michael Corner was Head Boy, but she’d never really found out why he’d been
chosen. It was probably just because he’d been a prefect and a member of Dumble-
dore’s Army, but she doubted he was doing much in the way of preparation for the
Order. She could have asked him, of course, or even attempted to make conversa-
tion with any of the other students, but the only person she really spoke to these
days was McGonagall. She was too busy...too immersed in her desperation to help.
Her Head Girl dorm felt empty. Hollow.
Near the Gryffindor Tower, there was her bedroom, a little kitchenette, a small
living space, the bathroom, and another bedroom. The bedroom that Harry would
have probably occupied if he’d been chosen as Head Boy. Corner had his own Head
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when McGonagall’s distorted voice rattled down the passage, and just as the echoes to be angry and anxious about the state of the world, she didn’t want anyone but
subsided, another voice joined her. A man’s voice. Harry and Ron to know about it.
Her grip on her wand tightened and she picked up her pace, the smacks of her But, as she had noted so many times, they weren’t here. They sent her one
footsteps loud amongst the acoustics. She couldn’t discern specific words or even if letter every fortnight, careful not to owl any more in case it alerted Voldemort to
there was perhaps a third voice vibrating along the walls now. With a twitch of her their Horcrux-hunt.
wrist and the password whispered again under her breath, the thick door slammed So, yes. Things were bad. Remarkably bad.
open. Her eyes went wide and wild when she absorbed the scene. So bad that the words in front of her were just sliding over her brain and escap-
Snape. Here. In Hogwarts. ing her attention. It had just passed midnight when she’d made her way to the li-
She didn’t even notice Malfoy. brary to research Horcruxes again, spurred on by her passionate insomnia.
Three heads whipped around to look at her, but she only saw one. Him. The man It was easily two in the morning now. The place was obviously empty, and only
that had killed the greatest man she’d ever known. She felt fire burst in her chest. the faint glow of her Lumos gave any indication of life between the labyrinth of
“You,” she breathed, her features stretching with shock for a moment before the bookshelves. She rubbed her sleep-deprived eyes and tried to focus on the blurry
angry lines creased her face. Her wand arm straightened with an agitated snap of her letters and shapes, but it was difficult.
elbow, and her bark-brown eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. “Impedimenta!” “Right,” she mumbled to herself, trailing her fingertip under the sentence to
He blocked her spell effortlessly, and it infuriated her more. The witch’s rage steady her gaze. “‘The first known wizard to create a Horcrux was Herpo the Foul,
was pounding her ears, muffling McGonagall’s request for her to relax. Her magic and they can only be...
was throbbing at her fingertips, ready for revenge. She fired a Stupefy, but it was Bugger...
deflected like her last attack. She’d already read that sentence twice.
Draco watched the duel silently with his calculating eyes, wondering why Snape
was actually participating in it at all. Surely a quick Petrificus would put the med- ★★★
dlesome Mudblood in her place. She hadn’t noticed him; hadn’t once taken her eyes
off the other wizard. He would bet his family’s fortune that spotting him would “You are insane,” he spat harshly, stopping in his tracks. “I don’t know which of
hardly calm the little tantrum she was having right now. your crazy potions you’ve knocked back, but there is no way I am going back there.”
Snape eyed the girl calmly and shot a silent disarming spell in her direction, deciding “And I suppose you have a better idea?” Snape tuned slowly to face his compan-
it was best to end this before it got out of hand. He cocked an impressed eyebrow when ion, regarding the young man impatiently.
it had no effect, and faltered when another one of her curses made him stumble on his “Have you forgotten what we did in there?” he questioned, raising his fury-
feet. She had been practising. When had she learned silent shielding charms? trembling hand to indicate the dimly-lit school. “I’ll be killed on the bloody spot if
“Enough!” McGonagall tried to intervene, but Hermione’s eyes barely flicked I step one foot in that place!”
over to the woman. “Miss Granger, calm down and let me explain- “We do not have time for these arguments, Draco,” the ex-professor sneered,
The young witch didn’t blink. “Confrin- grabbing the back of the younger wizard’s collar. “I made a Vow to protect you and
Her wand flew away from her hand, and her confused and betrayed stare shifted this is the only place you will be safe-
over to the headmistress. She felt charmed ropes coil around her to restrict her “Get off me!” he hissed, struggling against the grip as Snape marched towards
movements, and frustrated tears sauntered down her cheeks. The older witch gave Hogwarts. He tried to dig his heels into the ground and pry the hand away from his
her an apologetic look before she jerked her wand again, and Hermione felt her feet robes, but it was futile. “You blood traitor scum!”
leave the floor before she went flying back into a closet. Snape stalled his long strides and adjusted his grip on Draco’s clothes to bring their
The door closed behind her with a blunt bang, and she remained frozen in the dark faces close. It didn’t show on his face, but Malfoy suddenly felt very wary of the danger-
for a stunned moment before she was struggling with everything she had and shouting ous look in the wizard’s eyes, but he didn’t flinch. He was a blood traitor. Fact.
until her throat felt stripped by bleach. Why was McGonagall doing this? She coughed Snape and himself had been in hiding for the last few months following the...
on an outraged sob and swallowed back the scream caught in her windpipe. events in Astronomy Tower. Draco wasn’t stupid. He knew his failure would have
What the hell was going on? consequences, but he could have never imagined the magnitude of them. The
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 He hadn’t spoken to either of his parents since, and he had no idea what had to ignore it. The smell of food lingered in the air too, and it was doing betraying
happened to them. He’d barely left some Shetland shack, with his only companion things to his empty stomach.
consisting of the greasy and eerie man currently glaring torture at him. And he had “Shall I take that your silence means you accept our offer?”
a price on his head. Both sides wanted him dead. Peachy. Offer. He snorted. It wasn’t an offer she was giving him, and everybody in the
And then Snape had told him that he was a spy; that he’d betrayed them all and room knew it. It was an ultimatum. Stay with the enemy or risk death. The will to
that he was one of them. Draco had vomited the barely-digested scraps they had live only just beat his pride. Fine, let them feed him and provide an ancient roof
managed to salvage that day and spent the remainder of the evening trying to es- over his head. His parents would be looking for him. His father would convince the
cape their Scottish hideout. Dark Lord to overlook his...mishap. Perhaps.
But where would he have gone? “He accepts,” Snape spoke on his behalf, giving his ex-pupil a stern look that
Had it not been for the fact that Voldemort wanted him Avada’d as soon as dared him to protest.
possible, he would have disclosed that revelation for some personal gain. But he “So be it,” McGonagall sighed, with all the dread of a demon-bargained soul.
had no place with the Death Eaters any more, which left him substantially bug- “Do you have any belongings?”
gered; forced into following around the blood traitor who had told him he could no His eyes fell into his lap again. The simple answer was no. No, he didn’t have a
longer protect him. bloody thing to call his own. Just the multi-scourgified and battered clothes he’d
Head-fuck. been wearing since that night, and a set of robes that Snape had given him. He was
And now he had brought him to Hogwarts. stripped of all the tokens of wealth; the symbols that represented his infamous her-
He’d tried to ask questions about the extent of Snape’s involvement with the itage, and he hated it.
Order, but the odd git had characteristically said the bare minimum. Draco had “No,” he spat quickly, shuttering his eyes.
wondered if insanity had finally caught up to the older man; that the whole spy “Then I will have the House-elves get some things for you,” she told him, her
concept was just the hysteric ramblings of a half-minded man. He’d murdered tone no softer than before. “I’ll have them sent to Miss Granger’s room at some
Dumbledore after all. But then why would he be taking him to Hogwarts if he didn’t point tomorrow.”
have some leverage with McGonagall and the Order? “And Miss Granger has agreed to this arrangement?” the older wizard ques-
All the questions and anxiety pounded against his temple and throbbed with tioned with a sceptical tone.
echoing reminders in his ears. But he’d had no answers. No promises. Nothing. “Not yet.”
Just left to simmer in a limbo that ached and wondering when everything had Draco’s golden eyebrows rose high on his pale forehead. Not yet? The woman
become so complicated. was digging his grave faster than Voldemort.
Five months in a rickety shed on some desolate Shetland Island, with only the
drones of sheep to slice the silence, had left him more than a little...tense. Of course, ★★★
having the most powerful wizard on Earth hunting for your corpse didn’t help.
What a shit week. Shit month. Shit year. She dragged her anxiety-nibbled fingertips over the old bricks as she shuffled
“I am trying to protect you, Draco,” the sinister man snapped, tightening his her feet down the corridor, her other hand clutching her glowing wand to guide
hold on Draco’s robes. “This is the only place you will be safe- her way. She’d figured out why McGonagall had summoned her now. There was
“I will not be safe here,” the blond growled, curling his lip in disgust. “I am only one possibility.
their fucking enemy- Bad news.
“You’re an enemy to both sides now,” Snape pointed out, continuing his steps Someone had died. Or been hurt. Perhaps Harry and Ron’s plans had been dis-
towards Hogwarts and yanking the Malfoy heir with him. “But this side is the least covered. Maybe the school was under another threat. Or Voldemort could have
likely to kill you. Professor McGonagall had already agreed to this.” found the Order’s headquarters.
“Stupid cow,” Draco barked, earning him a choking tug. “So I am to entrust my There were hundreds of possibilities, and all of them bad.
safety with that crazy hag?” She mourned her optimism; wished it hadn’t been stolen by Astronomy Tower’s
“You don’t have a choice.” dark memory and the absence of her best her sad thoughts of that night were stolen
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 “He will stay here?” Snape questioned, breaking the silence. “With you?” ★★★
“I have far too much on my plate to play chaperone, Severus,” the witch ex-
plained in a clipped tone. “I have someone else in mind to keep an eye on him.” She shivered.
Snape frowned. “Slughorn?” he guessed. “One of the professors?” Autumn had crept up on the castle too quickly, and it squandered the cold at
“You know first-hand that they wouldn’t have time for that,” she replied with the back of her neck. Her breath left her mouth in silky mists and she bunched the
an arched eyebrow. “Considering the circumstances, Severus, there are only a fabric of her jumper in her fists to protect her fingers.
handful of people I trust fully, and if you want Mr Malfoy’s whereabouts to remain Hermione jumped out of her seat when she heard the library door swing open,
secret, then he will stay with Miss Granger.” followed by shuffling steps. She grabbed her wand, silently ending the Lumos
Draco’s eyes doubled in size and mouth went dry. “The fucking Mudblood- charm and listening carefully to the intrusive thumps against the floorboards. She
“You will do well to mind your language, Mr Malfoy,” she threatened with her made her breaths as quiet as possible, managing to rise from her seat without mak-
clipped tone. “I think I’ve made it quite clear that your stay here is conditional- ing the faintest noise.
“You think shoving me in a room with her will be safe?” he questioned with a She peaked through the gaps of the bookcases, searching for a glimpse of some-
disbelieving face. “If there is anyone other than the Dark Lord who would want me thing out of place. All the shadows mingled into one mass of almost-black, so she
killed, it’s the Mudblood- concentrated on the sounds. Whoever it was still lingered by the door, but was slowly
“You will stop using that word,” the witch reiterated with a scolding finger. “I making their way further into the library. Her hand tightened around her wand.
am certain that Miss Granger is capable of handling this...situation maturely.” “Miss Granger?” a familiar voice called, and she relaxed her shoulders. “Are
Draco released a humourless bark of laughter and shook his head. “You’re off you in here?”
your bloody rocker.” “Lumos,” the witch sighed, her feet following the friendly tone. “I’m here, Pro-
“Apparently so,” she agreed. “But if I was you, I wouldn’t encourage me to re- fessor Slughorn.”
consider this arrangement.” “Oh, there you are,” the jittery man smiled when she came into view. “You
He narrowed his glare and tuned to Snape with an expression of sheer disgust. know, we’ve looking everywhere for you. You really shouldn’t be out this late, even
“This is your idea of protection?” he spat though his bared teeth. “Handing me if you are Head Girl.”
over to these morons- “Is everything okay?” she questioned, ignoring his comment.
“Enough,” he hushed him quietly, still eyeing McGonagall with a curious ex- “Professor McGonagall would like to speak with you,” he stated simply, leading
pression. “Are you certain Miss Granger is the wisest option, Minerva?” her away from the library. “She’s in her office.”
“She’s the only option,” she stated resolutely. “She is the only student I com- “Is something wrong?” her brows knitted together wit concern. Why would
pletely trust.” McGonagall need her at two in the morning?
“But one of the professors would surely be more appropriate.” “I’m not sure what’s going on, Miss Granger,” he admitted with a harmless
“The professors have enough trouble keeping their eyes on the other students,” shrug. “I’m sure everything’s fine, or we would have been informed.”
the headmistress said with an edge of impatience. “Miss Granger is perfectly capa- “I suppose so,” she nodded absently, tucking her hands in her pockets. “It just
ble and she just so happens to have a spare room in her quarters- seems a little odd.”
“This is a joke,” Draco growled, wrinkling his nose with disdain. “I refuse to “In times like these, Miss Granger,” he breathed, and she could hear how tired
stay with that- the man was. They were all so tired. “I’m surprised you can still find anything odd.”
“I won’t tell you to shut up again,” Snape sneered, take a long stride to smack “Fair point.”
the back of of his head. “I will walk you to the office,” he told her, his voice croaking with fatigue. “Would
“You will do as you are told, Mr Malfoy,” the witch warned stiffly. “You will you like me to wait outside for you to make sure you get back to your room safely?”
only have one offer of help from us and then you’re on your own.” “That’s not necessary,” she dismissed with a little shake of her head. “My room
He felt the urge to challenge the witch rise in his throat, tickling his tonsils, but is only a small walk from McGonagall’s office. Plus, you look very tired, Sir.”
he was so exhausted. Hogwarts was so much warmer than the shed, and the warmth “I was woken rather suddenly,” he confessed, smothering a yawn into his sleeve.
was like a sedative. The plush chair was absorbing him, no matter how hard he tried “But then, you were reading in the library. Are you sleeping okay, Miss Granger?”
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 “Might I recommend some Dreamless Sleep Potion?” he suggested, giving her est in him? Had wanted to keep him away from the dark path? And Snape knew
a meaningful look. “I could brew you some for tomorrow?” this? Just more secrets; more splinters into his brain.
“No, thank you,” she offered him a weak smile. “I have some Muggle sleeping “What the hell-
pills I can take if I really need to, but I’m fine, Professor. Really.” “I warned you to keep your mouth shut,” Snape drawled purposefully, not even
“If you say so, Miss Granger,” he relented, stopping as they reached the door to the bothering to glance at him. “Minerva, you know Albus would have let him stay-
passageway that would take her to McGonagall’s office. “I shall leave you here then.” “Well,” she sighed, massaging her forehead with her age-creased hand. “Albus’
“Thank you, Professor Slughorn,” she nodded politely, waiting until the wizard benevolence could have been considered his downfall, alongside his desire to see
had disappeared down the corridor before she mumbled the password. “Tabby cat.” the good in everyone.”
Snape made a small sound of agreement. “Be that as it may,” he mumbled qui-
★★★ etly. “I’m running out of time. He needs a place away from the Dark Lord.”
The old witch tensed her lips and moved her wise stare to study the youngest
Draco was sat in an oversized chair, grinding his teeth and chewing his tongue. inhabitant of the room. Draco tried to hold the exchange but found himself glar-
The two professors were bickering in front of him, and it had taken every bit of self- ing down at his lap, his lids heavy with fatigue. He’d been unable to manage a
control not scream at the pair. If McGonagall wasn’t clutching her wand defen- decent night’s sleep since the night of June 1st, four days before his seventeenth
sively, he would have probably hexed them by now, or at least cast a few silencing birthday. Call it the cold that had crept in through the cracks of their hideout, or
charms to block out there scratching tones. the painful hunger pangs that he’d suffered for five months, or perhaps even the
“I agreed to meet you, Severus,” the witch spoke harshly. “I made no such prom- flimsy remains of his conscience.
ise that I would actually let him stay here.” Sleep was a forgotten luxury, as was a decent meal. And a bed. And a shower.
“There is nowhere else,” Snape stated calmly, turning his eyes to Draco for a And warmth...
moment. “If the Dark Lord finds him, then he will kill him, Minerva.” “Very well,” McGonagall murmured finally, holding her head a little higher as
“And you would have me put the rest of the students in jeopardy?” she snapped, her she spoke. “He may stay. But I have my terms, Mr Malfoy, and if any of them are
Scottish accent thick and reminding Draco of his vile stay in the North. Always hiding... broken, you will be on your own.”
“You are trying to protect the students,” the sullen wizard spoke. “He needs Draco slowly raised his eyes to regard the woman with an agitated look. Who
protection more than anyone- was she to lay down a list of rules? Like she was doing him a favour. He didn’t want
“That boy is the reason this place was attacked!” she shouted, pointing an ac- to be here. He didn’t need her bloody help. She could stick it up her-
cusing finger at him. “That boy- “Your wand, Mr Malfoy,” she demanded calmly, stretching out her hand.
“Is a child,” Snape interrupted, ignoring the offended grunt from the otherwise He snorted. “Sod off,” he muttered coldly, but he felt something at his side move,
silent teenager. “He was mislead, Minerva.” and watched with furious eyes as his wand left his pocket and landed in her palm.
Draco’s eyes shot up at those words, and he analysed the man he had once “You will not be permitted to attend classes with the rest of the students,” she
trusted with wary scepticism. It felt odd and degrading to be defended by someone told him crisply. “I would think the reasons would be pretty obvious for that. You
he now despised. are to remain unseen and I’m sure you wouldn’t be welcomed back by the other
“He knew what he was doing,” the headmistress said quietly, her conservative students anyway.”
tone back into place. “And if he hadn’t been so foolish, things would be very different- He rolled his eyes. He hated people who found it necessary to state the obvious.
“The Dark Lord would still be a threat,” he reasoned carefully. “You know that Albus- “You will not leave the room you are given,” she continued harshly, her lips
“Don’t you dare try to bribe me with his memory!” she warned, her voice rising pursed with stress. “If you step one foot out of Hogwarts without my permission
a decibel that harassed her own ears. “Don’t you dare, Severus- then you will not be allowed back in. Ever.”
“You know I’m right,” he said with a subtle force. “You know full well how de- Draco rubbed his chin and looked at Snape, who was watching him with that
termined he was to ensure Draco didn’t follow...that path.” familiar impatient stare. He wanted to tell them both to fuck off; to mind their own
The Malfoy heir felt his jaw slacken. The inevitable questions flooded his brain business, but he knew this offer wasn’t optional. He reminded himself again that he
too quickly, and he hissed the air through his teeth. The old oaf had taken an inter- had nowhere to go. So that was it. Another place he wasn’t allowed to leave. An-
other sanity-draining prison. Merlin, help him to save his mind.

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 He snarled and went to grab her, but when she flicked her wand towards him, “That’s enough,” McGonagall interrupted, and he arched an eyebrow when she
he halted. “I warned you not to discus my father- aimed her wand at him. “Let’s go, Mr Malfoy. It’s late.”
“And I bet he wasn’t too pleased when he found out your grades were second to His eyes flickered between the old bint and her wand. He could honestly say
a Mudblood,” she said, noting that his scowl hardened when she used the deroga- that he’d never planned to attempt a runner on the way to Granger’s dorm. There
tory term for herself. would be no point with two armed witches watching him like he was an overfed
“Don’t talk about my father,” he repeated, his voice low. cauldron; volatile and hazardous. He rolled his eyes at her and started to follow
But she faltered when she noticed it wasn’t particularly threatening; more irri- Granger out of the room, McGonagall behind him keeping her wand trained on
tated and perhaps a little...wounded? That was unsettling. the back of his neck.
“Then don’t talk about my friends,” she murmured finally, watching his jaw The walk was silent, and the two witches glanced nervously around constantly
clench as an unvoiced agreement was passed between them. He looked a little more to ensure the corridors were empty of wandering souls. They were, of course, and
human then, and she wanted to punch him again. “Are you going to leave me in the three sets of footfalls mingled with the tittering echoes of rain. Draco eyed the
peace, or do I have to put you in the room myself?” back of Granger’s head as they walked, noting the strained muscles in her shoul-
He growled, but to her utter surprise and bafflement, he actually moved away ders and the too-tight grip on her wand. At least she wasn’t waving it in his face
from her with a couple of backward strides. His raincloud stare didn’t leave her though, unlike a certain headmistress who found it necessary to prod his spine
though, just stabbed her like he was trying to melt her away through will alone. every few steps.
“When I get out of this shit-pit,” he started with a dark murmur, just before he The younger witch quickened her steps a little to pull aside a set of heavy
reached his door. “And I get my wand back, I’m coming straight for you, Granger.” drapes and reveal a portrait of a pride of lions, purring and basking in their
“I’m sure you will,” she nodded with trained indifference. painted sunlight. He didn’t hear the password Granger muttered, but then he
His eyes swept up and down her with a swift swish of his tar-puddle pupils. And probably wasn’t supposed to.
then, almost in a blur, he was out of her sight, with only the expected loud crash of She disappeared inside and he barged in after her, as though he already owned
the door to split her ears. She stared at it with slightly widened eyes and chewed at the room. He took a slow and revolted look around the sitting room and Hermione
her bottom lip with a proud grin yanking the corners of her mouth. watched him closely as he heeled away his shoes and headed towards the bathroom,
She had done it. She had managed to get him to leave her alone without using magic. shoving his way past her with more force than necessary. She was about to shout
Hermione fell back into the couch and felt a proud giggle shimmy up her windpipe. She after him, but he simply slammed the toilet door behind him with a shuddering
had beaten him, despite her earlier troubles when he had decided to bring the boys smack that made her flinch.
into the argument. She’d had the last word. She’d gotten what she wanted. “Wanker,” she hissed under her breath, twisting her neck to give McGonagall a
And while she didn’t realise it, she allowed herself a smile that wasn’t forced for weary look. “Will setting up the wards take long? I’d like to go to bed.”
the first time since she had waved goodbye to Harry and Ron. And that had been “Just a few minutes,” the professor assured her, twitching her wrist and gliding
almost four weeks ago. her wand around the door.
The complicated incantation sounded more like lullaby to Hermione, and her
★★★ lids felt like stone. She heard the shower turn on, and the running water hummed
alongside McGonagall’s words. She was so exhausted, and the night had done dam-
Bitch... aging things to her mind. She just wanted to lie down in a dark room and accept
Back in the small space, he would swear the four walls had shifted slightly. The the dreams; the nightmares. She snapped out of her trance when the headmistress
room definitely felt smaller, and it made the beginnings of a cool sweat lick his moved into her vision, her mouth moving with unheard words.
forehead. He had half a mind to charge back in the sitting area and start screaming “Sorry?”
at her again, but then what would it accomplish? All she would do was abuse her “I’m finished,” McGonagall told her softly, her face grim. “I must remind you
magic, and he would end up back where he was, but probably in a bit of pain to again, Miss Granger, that this has to remain between us.”
make his day just that little bit more dismal. “I know,” she replied.
He covered his face with his palms and dragged his scratching fingers through And she really did know. She had become too acquainted with secrets in the
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would haunt her the most. For the sole reason that she couldn’t tell Harry and particularly handled it well, and it had been made painfully clear to her that a rela-
Ron; this one would stretch the limits of her tolerance. She rolled the word secret tionship with him was off her cards, although some of those pesky romantic feelings
over in her head, and noticed it even sounded harsh; like a snake’s hiss. towards him seemed to linger. Maybe after all the drama of the War had settled...
“Do I need to remind you to keep a close eye on your wand?” “Ron and I are none of your business,” she muttered defiantly, realising she had
“I always do,” the brunette sighed, and the other woman mirrored her unease. probably remained silent too long. “Stop being such a-
“I know this will be hard for you,” McGonagall admitted. “But you have yet to “Perhaps you prefer Potter then?” he accused with a disgusted snort. “Merlin,
disappoint me, Hermione.” you three are pathetic.”
She watched the older witch disappear from the room and suddenly felt ridicu- She wanted another shot with the mug. But no. She wanted an advantage that
lously claustrophobic. She turned her head to eye the bathroom door and chewed didn’t rely on her skills as a witch.
her lip nervously. Clawing her agitated fingers through her mussed hair, she He was closer now, and she noticed briefly that he smelled of orchards and sleep.
dragged her feet to her bedroom, keeping her anxious eyes on the bathroom door His actions were too graceful and fluent, like he had planned this all meticulously,
until she mumbled her password, Lutra lutra, and ducked inside. with her humiliation as his goal. Her fingers flexed with the desire to wrap around
She didn’t bother shedding her clothes, just collapsed with an ungraceful fall onto her wand, but she wanted to deal with him without magic if she could. She couldn’t
her bed and cocooned herself amongst the sheets and blankets. She glanced out of her very well curse him every time they argued; even it was a ridiculously enticing prospect.
window and the sky was still black, but then winter had that effect on the colours and She was a clever girl and quick with her tongue; she could handle him. She could.
moods of the mornings. The distant calls of early birds were the give away, and a She needed a new approach, so she placed her hands on her hips and attempted
quick look at her clock confirmed that it was almost four in the morning. to mirror his cockiness. Fair enough, he knew what made her temper tremble, but
She thanked Merlin that it was Friday and that she had no classes tomorrow, he had his weaknesses too...
although she wondered if she really should be thanking anything or anyone con- “It must be difficult for you, Malfoy,” she said smoothly, pleased when he
sidering the events of tonight. cocked an eyebrow with curiosity. “Watching the people you deem inferior doing
The trickling droplets of Malfoy’s wash were loud and clear in her room, and so much better than you-
served as a taunting reminder to her new and unwelcome roommate. Her temple “What are you-
was throbbing with the beginnings of a stress-induced headache, and she knew that “Harry with his Quidditch,” she listed proudly, withdrawing her wand and toy-
despite her fatigue, she would have a hard time finding sleep. ing with it between her nimble fingers. “Me with my grades-
Half an hour passed before the water died, and she could hear Malfoy’s crass “Are you implying I’m jealous, Granger?” he questioned sharply, his voice a re-
movements as he headed into his own room. She groaned into her pillow when pulsed rumble in his throat. “Because I would rather-
those sounds carried too; skimming across the bathroom tiles and leaking through “It would certainly explain a lot,” she reasoned casually, as though she was de-
the thin walls. She grabbed her wand to hurriedly mumble a silencing charm on her bating her homework with a friend. She tapped her wand coolly against her palm;
room, and hoped that it would last until morning. nothing offensive, just a little gesture to remind him that she had magic on her side.
“All hatred stems from something. I mean, we have managed to accomplish a fair
★★★ bit in the last six years-
“Fucking, well done to you-
Draco combed his fingers through his damp hair and fiddled with the hem of “And as far as I can recall,” she carried on, ignoring his sarcastic hiss with ease.
the towel. He couldn’t begin to describe how good it felt to have a decent shower; “You have yet to do anything particularly...interesting with your life, Malfoy-
to feel clean again. His eyes roamed the bedroom and noted the Gryffindor colours “Shut it, Granger-
with a repulsed grumble that simmered against his tongue. And this was where he “And anything you’ve tried to do,” Hermione pushed, unable to stop herself now
would be staying; amongst the gold and red mess. that impending victory was warming her bones. “You have always failed miserably-
He heard a distant noise and realised it must have been Granger shifting in her “Shut your-
sleep. He could hear that? Great. “I remember the time in second year,” she went on, rubbing her chin in an al-
Still, at least the bed was comfortable. most pensive way. “When you fell off your broom and lost the Quidditch game to
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 “Very well,” he mumbled, taking her back for a second. “You might have some blemishing his freshly-cleaned skin with his scruffy clothes would just irritate
brain cells to rub together, but the Orphan and the Pauper are just bloody useless- him. His eyes fell to the Dark Mark staining his ashen flesh, and he traced the
“Don’t call them- outline with the tip of his finger; scowling into the darkness before he fell back
“And there’s a lot to be said about your shoddy little group,” he continued, taking into the inviting fabrics and stared up at the ceiling.
another stride towards her. “When it’s the sodding Mudblood who has the brains!” The sky had turned a nasty shade of indigo when he finally managed steal that
The Muggle instinct coasting through her blood goaded her to reach for the elusive slumber that he’d been craving for weeks.
mug on the table and hurl it in his direction. And she threw it hard; harder than she
had probably thrown anything in her life. But he dodged it. Bastard. She watched it
shatter against the wall behind him. Pretty white china raining down with a few
splinters of wood. She snapped her fire-gold eyes back to him, vibrating with unin-
hibited anger when she saw the amusement tugging at his features.
“I won’t tell you again, Malfoy,” she spat, reining in her stormy impulses to hex
him here and now. “Go to your room and let me get on with my work-
“Touch a nerve there, Granger?” he drawled smugly. “Was it the Mudblood, or
my comment about the twat twins?”
“Stop calling them-
“Why don’t you go and irritate them with your presence?” he questioned with
a flippant wave.
“Shut up, Malfoy!”
“No, I’m bloody serious,” he insisted, a little intrigued when he noticed her lips
twitch. “Why the hell don’t you bother Potter and Weasley instead of me-
“Because they’re not bloody here!” Hermione blurted, knowing it probably
wasn’t the wisest thing to tell him. She instantly saw his smirk stretch and resented
the boys just that little fraction more for leaving her here. With him. “They’re not
here,” she repeated in a calmer tone, willing herself to keep her wits about her.
“Where are-
“As if I would tell you,” she scoffed. “Just leave me, Malfoy, before I-
“This is classic,” he chuckled, licking his lips as though he could actually taste
her frustration. Apparently it was delicious. “This certainly explains a lot.”
She lowered her brow. “What are you talking about?”
“Why your face looks like a smacked arse all the time,” he told her simply, near-
ing her again with a winning swagger. “Why you look ready to slit your wrists-
Too far. “Don’t be ridiculous-
“The Golden Trio separated,” he mused, more to himself. “That must hurt, Granger.
Knowing that the only two people who can actually stand you have up and left-
“At least I have friends-
“But they’re not here, are they?” he reminded her with a telling click of his
tongue. “Must be a bugger not being able to get your leg over Weasley any more.”
She sputtered but drew in her mortification with a quick breath. Ron was...Ron
was her friend. Nothing more. She had hoped for more and sacrificed her inno-
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 in surprise and snapped his head to look at her. Ah, there was the anger. Clearly she
had disturbed him in some way, and he was furious about it. Her amber eyes flick-
ered to the tiles again to see if she had missed something, but there wasn’t so much
as a blemish against the ivory ceramic.
“Bloody hell, Granger!” he roared, hopping off the wooden top with fluid move-
ments. “I’ve lost count now, you stupid-
“Count?” she repeated, instinctively laying a hand over her pocketed wand. He didn’t
near her like she’d expected; just shifted his weight between his legs and regarded her
impatiently about fifteen feet away. He still felt too close though. “What were you-
DOORS “What the fuck are you doing here?” he snapped quickly.
“I live here,” she hissed, crossing to the sofa and dropping her heavy bag. “And
I have some work to do, so leave me alone-
“And where exactly would you have me go?” he countered, folding his arms
over his chest. He rolled his shoulders like he was preparing for a brawl, and she
could see his muscles rhythmically fluctuate under the grey polo neck.
“I really couldn’t care less,” she answered crisply. “Go yo your room-
“Why should I?” Draco growled, eyeing her with a calculating glare. “You can
come and go as you please, so you should go somewhere else-
SHE WOKE TOO QUICKLY. “This is my room, Malfoy!” she yelled, balling her fists defiantly. “You’re just
Her eyes snapped open and went wide, darting nervously around her room. She here because the Order feels sorry for you!”
sucked in a short gasp and covered her face with her palms; blinking away her sleep He snarled. “I’m here because you bloody morons can’t mind your own busi-
and gulping back her dry throat. She felt disorientated and muddled, like an imp ness!” he shouted. “Always sticking your noses in and thinking you’re helping-
had skipped through the caverns of her mind and fiddled with her thoughts. She “We are helping you!”
rubbed away the cold sweat on her forehead and sat up, looking around her room “Well, I don’t WANT you’re fucking help!” Draco screamed, his tone loud and
and ensuring that everything was where it should be. reverberating amongst the dorm’s antique acoustics. “I NEVER wanted your help-
Her nightmares had been so vivid recently. “Well, you’ve got it,” she interrupted calmly, unable to help the haughtiness to
She couldn’t for the life of her decide if last night had been a trick of her sub- her voice. “So stop complaining like the spoilt brat you are and-
conscious or if everything had been real. Perhaps there’d been no Snape. No Mal- “Piss off-
foy. No secret. Maybe she was still the sole inhabitant of her dorm. Maybe. Her tired “I’m waiting for you to piss off,” the witch retorted. “I need to do some work-
gaze fell to the rope burns on her arms and she exhaled a disappointed sigh. She’d “Why don’t you go into your room?” he asked snidely, taking a long stride to-
wanted so bad for it to be a dream; so willing to delude herself. Call it the brain’s wards her. “Or better yet, sod off to the Tower with the rest of your dickhead friends-
defence mechanisms or call it hope. Hell, call it whatever you wanted; the fact of “Because I shouldn’t have to-
the matter was, it hadn’t been a nightmare. “Why do you Gryffindors always insist on making things more difficult?” he
It made her feel sick. She could actually feel the contents of her stomach churn questioned, completely serious. “You’re always chasing trouble and it’s so bloody
as she contemplated just how close he was. Just her small bathroom between them. stupid, and then you wonder why people are always trying to kill you-
Just two walls. “I can understand that you would find it difficult to understand,” Hermione
She glanced at her clock and wanted to scream when she realised she’d only said slowly, lifting her chin. “That we’re brave enough to stand up for what we-
managed three hours sleep. Hermione had honestly thought that she would have “Don’t patronise me, Granger,” he rolled his eyes. “Bravery, my arse. You and
managed to gain a little more rest considering how exhausted she’d been. But no. those feckless idiots crossed the line into stupidity a long time ago-
Evidently, her insomnia was here to stay. Joy. “Don’t you dare call me stupid,” she scowled, removing her hand from her
It was pushing nine in the already miserable morning, and she could already hear pocket to point a scolding finger in his direction. “I am not-

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 The library was alive for a change. A few third years were crowded around a the usual raindrops tapping against her window. She knew that it was futile to try and
table discussing some Potions homework, and another desk was full with a set of get any more sleep, so she slowly eased herself out of bed, grabbed her bathrobe and
fourth years. Madam Pince was tucked away in her usual spot too, with her beak wand, and headed for the shower. Keeping as quiet as she could, she peered out of her
stuck in a book and her narrow stare peering over the pages to watch the students. bedroom warily, catching sight of Malfoy’s discarded and scuffed shoes.
Hermione offered the sullen librarian a nod which wasn’t reciprocated, before she The remains of her optimism fluttered away with that final damning observa-
looked back around the space with unsure eyes. tion, and she quickly slipped into the bathroom.
She spotted another batch of pupils behind a bookcase and decided the library Shrugging off yesterday’s clothes, she muttered a quick spell to flick on the
was too busy for her liking. She needed solitude. She headed to the restricted section shower at a high heat. The witch turned to look at herself in the mirror, brushing
and plucked two of the books she needed from the shelf and decided she couldn’t stay her knotted curls away from her face and fingering the shadowy crescents under
here if she wanted to read in peace. She slipped the weighty texts in her bag and con- her eyes. There was too much torture on her face, and it was tucked into the creases
templated going outside, but the weather was hardly suitable for a reading session. of her permanent frown. She looked like a tracing-paper version of herself; paler
She just wanted to go back to her room and curl up on the couch with a hot and almost translucent. Like frosted glass.
chocolate and literature for company. She focussed on her eyes and thanked Merlin when she saw the familiar glint
But he was there. in them, the spark of fire and determination that had always lingered; that had
Her brow creased with determination. Well, she was not going to be exiled from yet to be beaten.
her own room because of that bastard. She refused. Why should she have to alter She was fine. Just tired and wondering exactly how she was supposed to coex-
her routine just because of Malfoy? If the slimy prat played up, she could just lock ist with Malfoy.
him in his bedroom. She cast a quick concealment charm on the books as she left The mirror started to steam so she turned away from her worrying reflection
the library, her intelligence warning her that it wasn’t wise for him to know the and released a content moan as the steamy water soothed her shape. She closed her
subject of her interest. If the little swine found out and somehow managed to es- eyes and massaged the soap into her skin, inhaling the vanilla scent with a calming
cape, no doubt he would go skipping back to Voldemort, expecting a pat on the breath. She lathered her arms first, then her shapely chest and flat stomach, and
head for foiling Harry and Ron’s plans. then bent down to stroke the length of her legs.
Her strides back to her dorm were bold and purposeful, building her up with This felt good. Like normality, and she basked in the sensations. She could feel
adrenaline to ready her for a confrontation. Mumbling the password to the main her muscles easing and it was wonderful, relaxing enough that she allowed her ever-
door, ad lucem, she shoved open the door harder than necessary and her eyes found crowded mind to cease thinking, if only to shield the memories of last night. If only
him instantly. Whatever she had expected to find him doing, this wasn’t it. to forget that someone she despised was sharing her dorm. A Death Eater.
He was perched on the counter separating the living space from her kitchenette It took a bit more soap, but she let it all go and allowed herself to escape, because
with his hands braced at his sides. His shoulders were relaxed and his head slightly she knew it would only get harder from here.
tilted to the side as he absently tapped one of his fingers against the mahogany sur- Merlin, forgive her for pretending it didn’t exist for some stolen minutes.
face. He hadn’t noticed her, even after she had closed the door with a silent tug and
taken some small steps into the room. ★★★
She craned her neck so she could catch the right side of his face, realising that
his familiar scowl was still in place, darkening his features. She wondered briefly Draco lifted one heavy lid when a feminine moan seeped into the room. The whis-
how his agitated expression could be so permanent, but then realised that her pers of running water had started to stir him a few moments ago, but it was the strange
mouth had scarcely risen at the corners for several weeks. His scowl wasn’t neces- sighs and mews that woke him completely. His brow furrowed when he didn’t recog-
sarily angry though, more concentrated than anything else. nise his surroundings, and he raised his head to eye the room suspiciously.
Hermione peered a little closer, like he was a rare and dangerous bird that she He remembered then. He remembered that he was in Hogwarts. Remembered
had simply stumbled across. She followed his steadfast glare to nothing but the wall he was sharing a dorm with the Mudblood. Shit.
of white tiles. Her lips parted with a look of irritated confusion. He gnashed his teeth and his eyes went to the window. Draco knew it wouldn’t
What the... work, but he tried anyway; flinging himself off the bed and and trying to shove it
“What the hell are you doing?” she questioned sharply, watching as he flinched open. The clasp wouldn’t budge. He drew back his fist and smashed it into the glass

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as hard as he could, but it didn’t even crack. He growled as a small trickle of blood “Hermione,” a soft feminine voice pulled her back to the present, and she turned
slithered across his knuckles. It hurt, but he’d had so much worse. to face Luna. “You okay there? You looked a little distant.”
Yes, definitely trapped. Definitely his new prison. She fought hard not to squint at the irony-laced comment. “I’m fine, Luna,” she
Another female purr leaked into the air and he instinctively reached for his sighed, gesturing to her book. “Just having a bit of difficulty focussing on this. I
wand to silence the irritating sounds. But, he didn’t have his wand, did he. Didn’t think I might head up to the library.”
have a bloody thing. Not even a set of clean clothes to put on. “Already?” Ginny frowned, and Hermione noted her concern was genuine.
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered, heading back to the bed. “You’ve barely touched your food.”
He hadn’t had enough rest; his movements were sluggish and his sight blurry. The brunette glanced down at her half-nibbled Sunday Roast. “I’m not that
He had five months of sleep to catch up on after all, and it would have been so easy hungry,” she shrugged, pushing her plate aside. “I had quite a big breakfast.”
if her incessant shower noises weren’t polluting his atmosphere. He snatched the She could see their reluctance to believe her, and she couldn’t blame them. She
pillow and covered his ears, but it only muffled her. knew she’d lost some weight since Harry and Ron had left, but it wasn’t so much
He had a sinking and scratching feeling that she did this every morning. that she was starving herself, or really eating less food at all; she just ate at abnormal
times. It was the insomnia again. Maybe she should take up Slughorn on his Dream-
★★★ less Sleep Potion offer.
“Do you want some company in the library?” Neville offered earnestly. “I guess
Her imagination only managed to distract her for fifteen minutes or so, before I could work on my Herbology essay.”
reality clawed its way back in. With a dejected breath, she stopped the water and left “No, that’s fine,” she shook her head, rising from the table. “I know you don’t
the shower, returning to the mirror and palming away the condensation. She gave like the library and you haven’t finished your dinner.”
this new reflection a ghost of a smile, deciding it was notably better. The warm water “I might pop up later then,” he compromised, spearing another sprout with his
had roused a healthy blush to her skin and she felt more human. More present. fork. “It was nice to see you though, Hermione.”
She wrapped the fluffy and practical bathrobe around her, and spared her damp “It really was,” Ginny nodded, accompanied by a hum of agreement from Sea-
and blurry reflection one last look before she grabbed her wand off the sink to mut- mus and Dean. “Will you come see us tomorrow?”
ter a quick drying charm for her hair, and then left the bathroom. Her fist had just No.
closed around the knob to her bedroom when she heard a small knock at the main “I’ll try,” she breathed quietly, giving her fellow lions and the blonde eagle a soft
door. She cringed slightly but sorted her wits and crossed her sitting room to an- smile. “It was nice to see you all too.”
swer it, and a genuine smile graced her features when she eyed her visitor. She gathered her belongings and turned to leave with a delicate wave in their di-
“Hello Dobby,” she grinned, noting the large trunk behind him. rection. She could already hear their hushed tones fluttering amongst the Great Hall
“Morning Miss,” he nodded meekly, ever the nervous little soul. “Headmistress as she left, all discussing how bad she looked, no doubt. They would talk about the
said for Dobby to bring you this.” dark smudges under her bloodshot eyes and how her skin had turned a shade paler.
“Thank you,” she said, knowing they were probably things for Malfoy. “Could Nothing vicious or remotely backstabbing. Just the truth. Just words of worry.
you do me a favour, Dobby?” Perhaps she would have felt guilty if her body could accommodate any more
“Yes Miss!” the House-elf chirped merrily. “What does Miss want Dobby to do?” negative emotions.
“Could you possibly sort out some extra food for me?” she requested. “And I But it couldn’t. Thoughts of Malfoy had pretty much filled her to the brim with
can come to collect it later?” spicy notions, and combined with a lot of loneliness and a dash of despair, she just
“Dobby can bring it here.” didn’t have the room.
“That’s okay,” she told him with a delicate wave of her hand. “I’m going for a The hope was still there though; just a flicker of optimism about the size of her
little walk later so I’ll pick it up. Honestly, it’s fine.” heart that refused to perish. She clung to it desperately sometimes, and then cursed
“Yes Miss,” he mumbled, obviously a little disappointed. “I go now. Must help it the next moment. It was what kept her going and encouraged her late-night en-
clean after breakfast.” deavours to read everything about Horcruxes, and also what lead her to continue
She wanted to tell him to stay, feeling substantially...safer with someone she Order training with McGonagall.
knew around, but he was gone with a snap of his fingers. She did some quick Yes, it was there. It just went missing sometimes...

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entered the Great Hall with Neville, but had all futilely done their best to involve calculations in her head and realised that she hadn’t seen any of her friends for five
her anyway. She was grateful for their efforts. Really, she was, but the conversation days, having spent all of her free time in the library doing what she could to assist
was awkward enough between the other four Gryffindors and Ravenclaw without the Order. She glanced behind her at Malfoy’s door and concluded that she would
her input. Everyone just skimmed over the subject of war; of Voldemort, and that need to meet with them soon.
annoyed her. But she’d desired company that morning; people who she understood They were another dose of something normal. Another escape.
and could safely call friends. After all, it wasn’t anyone’s fault that times of turbu- Hermione pulled her robe a little tighter around herself as a chilly breeze swept
lence could strain relationships, and it felt normal to sit with them. up the corridor and invaded her dorm. She jerked her wand to levitate the chest
So, she’d simply nodded and offered them one-word answers, scribbling down into her sitting area, and let it crash to the floor with a loud thud just outside Mal-
an occasional annotation for effect. foy’s room. She considered giving him a shout to explain that he now had some
“Nobody else is putting any effort into their essays,” Neville mumbled quietly, belongings, but reasoned with her commonsense that the Hogwarts motto was
and the others didn’t pause their conversation about Qudditch if they heard him. there for a reason. It really was best to let sleeping dragons lie, especially a preju-
“I guess everyone thinks it’s a little pointless at the moment, but I know how you diced, psychotic Dragon who was caged against his will.
are with your studies so I shouldn’t be surprised.” She jumped when the Autumn breeze shoved her door closed with a piercing clap.
She genuinely adored Neville and his clumsy sincerity. He was so endearing it And then she could hear movement coming from his room, accompanied by
made her heart ache sometimes, and she knew she wouldn’t have agreed to meet heated and masculine muttering that sounded like venom; even if it was just muf-
the others if he hadn’t been here. fled nonsense behind the door. She considered running for her room to avoid the
“It helps to be distracted,” she offered with a meek shrug. hassle, but the stubborn lioness within her wouldn’t allow it. She squared her shoul-
He gave her a small nod of understanding before Seamus mentioned his name ders defiantly and narrowed her eyes, preparing for the inevitable theatrics.
and dragged him back to their discussion on...Oh, hell, she didn’t even know what His door was flung open with an agitated tug, hard enough that it bashed into
they were on about. She pretended to go back to the chart-decorated pages, but the wall, but she beat the instinct to flinch. The frustrated Slytherin came into her
found her sleepy gaze steering over to the Slytherin table. sight, his tall body filling the doorframe and clumsily clad in his trousers and his
It was empty, of course. unfastened black shirt. But she didn’t notice. She refused to let her eyes wander
Of the two-hundred-and-fifty odd students that had returned to Hogwarts, only lower than his bottom lashes, knowing that eye-contact was power. It was control.
thirty-two bore the green tie. All were fourth years or younger and had taken to “You are doing my head in!” he roared, his upper lip curled and his cheekbones
dining and socialising with the other houses in small groups. None of them wanted high with irritation. “Could you make any more sodding noise? You-
to be associated with the stereotypes of their house, and had done everything to “You want me to make more noise?” she replied, innocently cocking her head
avoid association with the snake emblem. As far as she knew, they didn’t even sleep to the side. With a swish of her wand, all the doors in her dorm opened and then
in the dungeons, and had taken up in the many spare beds cluttered around the slammed close again, and she refused her instinct to blink at the heavy bangs. “Bet-
various dorms. ter for you, Malfoy?”
It was sad really. “Very mature of you, Granger,” he sneered, and she could feel the intensity of
They were so desperate to avoid assumptions and bad impressions, even though his stare from across the room. “You think you’re so fucking clever-
their presence at Hogwarts alone was proof enough that they didn’t agree with “I think we can both agree that I am fucking clever,” she cut in, a little uncom-
Voldemort’s views. They were just like everyone else; hoping for safety and praying fortable with her swear word, but she covered it well. “As you so eloquently put it-
for it all to end. “STOP making so much noise,” he growled, his voice a foreboding rumble that
She hated Malfoy just that little bit more then, for being so fickle and conform- lingered between them. “Stop banging things, stop talking, stop moving-
ing to the stereotypes that came with Salazar’s legacy, and her stare waltzed up the “I can do whatever the hell I want in my room,” Hermione argued, faltering when
table to land at the spot she’d last seen him sit. he sidestepped the trunk and stalked towards her. She backed up against the wall and
She remembered how awful he’d looked during sixth year and scolded herself raised her wand, but he didn’t cease his long strides. “Don’t come near me!”
for being so naïve to the signs of what had been coming. She could remember her “As if I would fucking touch you,” he growled, stopping only when the end of
comments to Harry about him, and how she’d almost sounded concerned. How her wand prodded his chest. “I would sooner die-
could she have been so blind? “Be my guest,” she retorted quickly. “It would be worth it-

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 “I’m warning you, Granger,” he sneered. “I refuse to put up with this! It’s like the back of his brain was telling him he’d already woken up once today. If it still
having a dyspraxic Giant in the room!” even was today.
“Deal with it,” she snapped, adding more pressure to his chest with her wand, Yes, he’d definitely already woken. He could sense the whispers of recollection
although she would swear it only pushed her further against the wall. She quickly blowing across his nerve endings. It had been the Mudblood to rouse him again,
tugged her robe a little tighter around herself, but if he’d noticed her post-shower with her sodding shower and clumsy footfalls. He remembered mumbling a lus-
attire, he gave no indication whatsoever. Thank Merlin. cious list of swear words into his mattress as he’d listened to her uncouth move-
“I mean it, Granger,” he scowled. “Stop making noise or put a silencing spell ments, and he’d been four more obscenities away from marching in there with dan-
on my room- gerous intentions. But then a door had clicked closed and the sounds had stopped.
“As if I would waste my magic to accommodate you- She’d gone. Thank fuck.
“Then shut the fuck up!” he yelled, slamming his fist into the wall beside her head. So the warmth and soothed him back to slumber. Back to the nightmares.
The castle’s magic ensured there would be minimal damage, just a small dent, but the Leaving the bed, he slipped out of the room in search for something to do, and
vibrations of the hit skimmed across the shell of her ear and roused a reluctant shiver. something to eat. He helped himself to a glass of milk and some cereal that Granger
“I need rest! And I can’t get any if you won’t shut your Mudblood mouth!” must have left out, reminding himself that he really needed to learn some wandless
She drew her free hand back with the intention of hammering it into his creamy cooking skills if he ever wanted a warm meal here. Asking Granger was obviously
face, but maybe she was getting too predictable. Her angry eyes shifted to the long out of the question.
fingers tight around her wrist and she felt her blood bubble like sun-stimulated acid. He poured himself a second bowl of breakfast as his eyes settled on the clock,
“Let go of me- and he released an agitated breath. It wasn’t even morning it all; not breakfast. It
“You’ve reached your punch quota for now,” he told her quietly. Too quiet. was almost three in the afternoon; the official sign that a normal sleeping pattern
“You’re going to have to wait another four years- was lost with his wand. With his pride.
“Let go of my arm,” she advised, biting out each syllable. “Or I swear I will- His eyes went to the main door, and while he knew it was inevitably pointless,
“You’ll what?” he challenged, tightening his hold and thrusting her hand against he set his bowl of cereal down and decided he would test it. The second his fingers
the wall, right next to the dent his fist had left. grazed the handle, sparks shot up the length of his arm; crackling in his veins like
Her next move was instinctive and quick, and her wand was at his throat, stab- spitting flames.
bing the space between his Adam’s apple and a vein that spasmed with his rage. Her “Shit,” he cursed, eyeing the red sting crowning his fingertips. With a resigned
eyes locked onto his defiantly, daring him to goad her further. Hermione didn’t breath, he went back to the kitchenette and turned on the tap to soothe his buzzing
doubt for a second that she would hex him to Hogsmead and back if he continued skin with some cold water.
to tease her fragile temper, but his iron-grey eyes barely flickered, and the grip on Then his eyes fell to the kitchenette’s tiles. And he started to count.
her wrist remained firm. Needed to do something...Needed to keep busy...
“Go ahead, Granger.”
And it was his confidence that rattled her the most; that stirred her magic to ★★★
pour out of her wand and scorch his skin.
“You fucking bitch!” he shouted, stumbling back and clutching the fresh burn “You’re very quiet,” Neville frowned, giving her a long look. “Are you okay,
on his neck. “You’ll pay for that- Hermione?”
“I’ve had enough of you,” she told him, her wand still trained on the blond. “Go Her mouth somehow moulded into a too-bold smile. “I’m fine,” she assured
back to your room and get some sleep- him smoothly, running her hands over her strategically-placed textbook. “I have an
“Don’t you even try to boss me around you filthy- Arithmacy essay due and I’m just trying to think.”
“I’m going out,” Hermione explained steadily, even if her anger was begging to It wasn’t technically a lie, but she’d completed her essay four days ago. She’d
skip into her words. “So you will have a good few hours undisturbed sleep. I suggest anticipated a few awkward silences between her and her friends when she’d agreed
you make the most of them- to dinner in the Great Hall, and had purposefully brought something that she could
“Then piss off already,” he grumbled, turning his back to her and heading to divert her attention to. Who would bother disputing her need to study?
his room. Seamus, Dean, Ginny, and Luna had been evidently surprised when she had

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 Another door slammed, and she allowed herself to grimace this time.
She needed to get out. The living room was tainted with new and uninvited
scents, and she felt like a hunted badger being smoked out of her set. She tore her
gaze away from his door and rushed to her bedroom, changing as quick as she phys-
ically could. Fully dressed in her jeans and a comfortable jumper to fight the cold,
she swiftly left her Head Girl dorm and started for the Library.
The walk was so much longer than she remembered, and the students that were
littered sparsely in the corridors were watching her. She would swear it. But they
couldn’t know about her vile houseguest...could they? Their lingering stares said
SCORE otherwise and she quickened her paranoid steps until she was racing with burning
thighs and slapping footfalls. And then she smacked straight into a tall wall of flesh,
but at least it was polite enough to catch her before she fell.
“Neville,” she gasped, regaining her balance on his outstretched arms. “Oh,
thank God-
“Hermione,” he breathed with evident concern. “Are you alright? You-
“I’m fine,” she rushed, tucking a stray curl away with trembling fingers. “I’m
sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was-
“You’re really pale,” Neville commented. “Are you ill or something?”
HE WOKE WITH A START. “No, not ill,” she shook her head, offering him a false smile. “I just haven’t had
He had dreamt of Astronomy Tower again. The sights, sounds and smells had any breakfast yet.”
all plagued him ruthlessly; so vivid and vivacious. Even his subconscious was keen “We haven’t seen you in ages,” he told her, and she realised then just how much
to mock him with the fruitful memories; licking away at his brain while he slept, so he’d matured. “Ginny and Luna were saying they missed you yesterday and-
that the scene repeated itself endlessly in his head. They came every night, some “I know I’ve been rubbish recently,” she sighed, her eyes downcast. “I’m sorry,
more fierce than others, but there all the same. Nightmares. Tormenting him. Re- I’ve just been trying to help Harry and Ron-
minding him. “You need a break, Hermione,” he told her. “Its not good for you, and you really
Failure. do look ill. Just come and meet us for dinner later?”
Failure. She was too tired to protest. “Alright,” she mumbled, earning a pleased smile
Failure. from her friend. “I’ll meet you in the Great Hall later.”
He groaned into the too-soft pillow and turned over, squinting away a tenacious She slipped past him without waiting for a reply and continued her urgent pur-
shaft of sunlight. The Autumn sun was irritating and warm on his face, and he suit for the library, shuddering when a hungry growl of thunder shimmied along
didn’t like it. It was too garish and deceptive, fooling hopeless morons into believ- the corridors. But it was okay; she could see her target now. She threw herself
ing it wasn’t freezing outside. He could already feel the chill creeping along his skin against the doors and savoured a deep breath to still her jittery chest.
as he pushed away the blankets to set his feet against the bitter floorboards. Her cider-tinted gaze flickered around the empty chairs and abandoned desks,
He shrugged on the robes he’d been given to beat a shiver, adjusting them over instinctively knowing that the vast space was only hers yet again. Even Madam
his boxers and vest. Merlin forbid McGonagall could have supplied him with a set Pince had spent less and less time amongst her precious books and tomes, instead
of actual pyjamas that might do something to battle hypothermia. He glanced out passing most of her time with the professors.
of the window, but all he could see were roof-tiles, bricks and the brazen sky that Company could do that for some people; distract from the fear and grief.
was too harsh with the sun. What was the point in having a window without a view? She supposed that most people found it more appropriate to enjoy the company
Stupid Gryffindors. of loved ones instead or preparing for exams that might never come to pass. Per-
He realised how quiet it was then, and the silence buzzed in his ears, eased only haps even she would have snubbed her favourite hobby if she could actually see any
slightly by far away birds. He arched a confused eyebrow, realising something at of her loved ones. But she couldn’t...

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 Hermione went straight to her usual table, right at the back in the restricted Hermione slumped against the door and hastily murmured the silencing
section. Her desk was tucked away amongst the seldom-used bookshelves, with the charms before she released a gargled sob. Dear Merlin, she hated him. Hated him!
perfect amount of seclusion for her to toss aside her troubling notions and swim She roughly smudged away her treacherous tears and stumbled on shaky legs as she
away with the paragraphs. This was her sanctuary. made her way to her bed.
Lost with the seductive ink-kissed pages, she could forget almost anything. She was denied a blink of sleep all night, and the witch’s anger at the slimy
She Accio’d her most recent text on Horcruxes and started to read, praying that Slytherin niggled at her until the birds came with the navy morning. She despised
Malfoy’s sneering features would be erased from her mind. At least, for a little while. the birds.
And that was day one.
★★★

Draco dragged the trunk into his room and quickly examined the contents with
a critical eye. Well, it could have been substantially worse. While the clothes con-
sisted of items he would have never picked himself, at lest there were no horrid
hints of red or gold amongst the fabrics. There were a few pairs of black trousers,
some white and black shirts and then three or four polo-jumpers in black and grey
too. At the bottom of the chest were some simple vests and a set of standard wiz-
arding robes, accompanied with some black shoes, socks and extra underwear.
It was more than he’d expected, but less than he’d hoped for.
With a bitter grunt, he started to organise them in the provided wardrobe the
Muggle way. Merlin, he missed his wand. McGonagall may as well have ripped off
one of his limbs, the sodding cow.
His wand had managed to keep him occupied when he’d been confined to the
shed with Snape; whether he’d simply stretched the extent of his conjuring and
transfiguration skills or practised new spells, it had always encouraged time to go
that little bit quicker. And now that scraggly old hag had confiscated the only thing
he could use to divert himself from hollow hours of nothingness.
He changed his clothes and simply sat on his bed for Merlin knew how long,
trying to think of something to do.
He was no idiot; he knew that his inactivity and the imprisonment would do
damaging things to him. His sleeping pattern was already buggered, and it was only
a matter of time before his mind would start to close in on itself. He’d read the
countless stories of foolish wizards who had locked themselves in closets and even-
tually gone insane after staring at the same four walls and having nothing to do.
He needed a deterrent; something to concentrate on and provide him with a
goal, not matter how insignificant it seemed.
Draco headed into the main area of the dorm and steered himself toward the
small kitchenette, pointlessly plucking open the cabinets. They were full of the ex-
pected products, but he had no idea how to prepare them without his magic.
He settled on two green apples and slowly scanned his surroundings, his stormy
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 “I don’t- books. He stared at them for a long minute, rationalising that reading would be an
“You know you don’t deserve your magic,” he continued, baring his ivory teeth ideal way to keep him engaged.
in an accusing snarl. “And that’s why you work so hard, isn’t it? That’s why you But no. They were the Mudblood’s. He didn’t want to touch her things if he
spend all your pathetic time studying- could help it.
“I happen to like reading- He continued to study the room as he gnawed away at the ripe fruit, and ab-
“But you feel the need to prove yourself,” Draco silenced her with a confident sently started counting.
and condescending tone. “Because you know your magic isn’t rightfully yours.”
Uncertainty mingled with honey, and he relished his victorious grin. “Because you ★★★
know you’re inferior.”
Her lip twitched. His smirk stretched. She didn’t meet her friends for lunch.
“And that’s why it still kills you when I call you Mudblood,” he finished with It was a conscious decision, and one that she regretted a few hours later, but she’d
delicious smugness, bobbing his head with a proud nod. He could see that honestly thought she’d found something interesting. However, she’d forgotten that
Gryffindor tenacity fighting to control her tongue, so he stepped aside and headed the French and Latin translations for the word crux were two entirely different things.
for is bedroom door, satisfied that she was suitably rattled. Well, at least the revolt- She’d made a quick trip to the kitchens to collect the extra food she’d requested
ing Muggle-spawn had successfully managed to provide some entertainment for and grab a simple ham sandwich, but otherwise didn’t leave the library. When the
this dull-as-dust day. day had finally started to simmer into the evening, she’d barely noticed. Time was
His fingers had just grazed the brass of the door-handle when there was hot an irrelevant mess amongst the creaking bookcases, but when night blanketed the
push against his spine, propelling him forward. He smacked head-first into the ad- sky and her Lumos started to waver alongside her concentration, she decided it was
jacent wall and released a grunt of discomfort as he slid down the cold surface. The best she return to her room.
impact was still buzzing across his skin, but he knew the pain would replace it A sad glance at her watch informed her that it was midnight, and it had been
within a heartbeat or hum of breath. yet another disappointing day without any progress. She blamed the echoes of her
He raised his head with every intention of charging Granger and smacking her argument with Malfoy for her inability to engage completely with her task, but ac-
into the wall, but he barely caught her blurred shape ghost into her room, before cepted that her insomnia probably didn’t help.
the shrill bite of a blunt door deafened him for a moment. The pain subsided after Trudging her aching limbs back to her room, she allowed herself a relieved sigh
a few seconds; just a little bump to his head and an ache in his back. He quickly when she found her dorm bathed in darkness and no sign of the Slytherin bastard
gathered himself to his feet and his eyes did a slow scan of the room, his dilated who should have been suffocating in an Azkaban cell.
pupils focussing on the bookshelves again. Mumbling a spell to illuminate the room, she set about putting the food in the
Ah yes, his previous distraction before the Mudblood had returned. appropriate cupboards and made herself a clumsy cup of tea. And then she could
He had always been good with numbers, and had decided that counting would feel eyes on her, rubbing angry splinters into the back of her head.
be the thing to keep him sane. With a startled gasp, she spun around and knocked over her hot drink to find
Granger had one-hundred and one books in her sitting room; fifty-six of which him loitering in his doorframe again, observing her with fresh irritation. He
were black, forty red, three blue and two green. Across all the spines were a total of watched her closely, like a territorial wolf who’d missed two meals. He’d been wait-
four-hundred-and-sixty words, excluding the authors’ names. He had double- ing for her to return after the inevitable boredom had ignited the idea to pick a fight
checked this and stored the information away in his head, and Draco’s stare recom- with her the moment she’d walked through the door.
menced roaming around the room; searching for his next counting project for to- “Little jumpy there, Granger,” he remarked quietly, crossing his arms. “Do I
morrow. His next sanity-preserving task. make you uncomfortable?”
But his eyes automatically fell to her door, and he felt the rage bristle along the “You make me sick,” she told him squarely, her words crisp with honesty.
fine hairs coating his body and sink into his pores. Entertaining or not, the girl “Believe me when I say the feeling’s mutual,” he snarled. “You’re making noise again-
made his temper churn. He would find something else to count tomorrow. “Shut up and go to bed-
“Put some silencing spells on my room-
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 “NO!” the witch yelled, her chest inflating as she drew in a seething breath. “I “And you turned into what everyone expected,” she ignored him, pulling away
made it very clear that I would NOT waste my magic on you!” and pacing a few angry steps to the side. “Follower to Voldemort and pathetic ex-
“Yes, you will,” he responded calmly, taking a few strides and effectively circling cuse for a human, because you couldn’t even do that right!”
her. “I shouldn’t have to listen to you- He growled. There it was, being shoved in his face again; his failure. “Are you
“Well, tough luck,” she snapped, slamming her palms against the counter between quite done?”
them. “This is MY room! I shouldn’t have to listen to you, or even look at you!” She sent him a fierce scowl, and he noted it was so much more intense than any look
“Tough luck,” Draco echoed, a crease slicing across his forehead with impa- she’d ever dared to flash him before. Good. Getting her all riled up was bloody hilarious.
tience. “Take it up with the old bitch and do us both a favour- “You are sick and spiteful,” she hissed, feeling her magic crackle between them
“Shut up!” she shouted, scrunching her eyes closed and quaking with her anger as she tried to steady her sparking emotions. “And you always will be, and I find
now. “Just stay out of my way, Malfoy- that very sad. You want to know know what I feel for you? Pity. That you could
“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that?” he fired back. “In case you haven’t allow yourself to become what you are.”
noticed, I can’t leave your little shitty dorm and it’s hardly the most spacious room.” Another guttural rumble quivered at the back on his throat. “Predictable as ever,
Her glare flickered with the glaze of oncoming tears, but she fought them away Granger,” he slurred. “Always convinced there’s good in everyone-
before he could notice. “Then just stay in your room- “Not everyone,” she hushed him, and she almost sounded forlorn. “Not you.
“No,” he interrupted arrogantly, placing his own hands on the counter and bring- Not any more.”
ing his face to her level. “No, I find watching you squirm too amusing, Mudblood- “Well, at least you’re learning not to set yourself up for disappointment,” he
“Do you honestly think that silly little word bothers me any more?” she ques- shrugged his bored shoulders, cocking an eyebrow when she took some more steps
tioned with lowered eyebrows. “Do you really believe I care what you think?” away from him. “Where are you going?”
“I think you care a lot about how people perceive you- “Bed,” she muttered, sparing him another golden-spiced glare. “I am done with this-
“You are not people!” she barked, smacking her palms down on the surface “Hold on now,” he protested, marching to block her exit. “It’s my turn-
again. “You are just...You’re just- “I thought I made it very clear,” she mumbled past tense lips. “That I didn’t care
“Go on, Granger,” he encouraged, his voice deceptively inviting. “How exactly about your opinion of me-
do you feel about me? I’m curious.” “I didn’t care about your opinion of me,” he said slowly straightening his back
She paused and panted out a couple of hot breaths as her glare roved over his sharp to loom over her.
and expectant face. His pebble-grey eyes were as hard as quartz; cold and illegible. They “But you asked-
didn’t waver, just waited for her answer. He wanted to know? Fine, it had been writhing “Because I thought it would be amusing,” he revealed, indulging in a cruel
under her skin for longer than he could comprehend and she could stand. smirk. “And I was right-
“You’re the most spoilt and selfish person I’ve ever known,” she told him qui- “I know how you feel about me,” she argued, trying her hardest to act noncha-
etly, annunciating each tangy syllable. “You have done nothing in your entire life lant. “Mudblood this, bookworm that. You’re rather predictable yourself, Malfoy-
but bully people and you wouldn’t know a real friend if they slapped you in the face, “I may surprise you.”
because you’re too busy looking down at everyone to give a shit- Merlin curse her curiosity for shrouding her commonsense for the umpteenth
He snorted. “I’ll have you know- time. “Fine,” she grumbled, eyeing him warily and tightening the fingers coiled
“I’m not finished!” she spat, aiming her wand at him for good measure. “For around her wand. “How do you feel about me, Malfoy?”
years you have just managed to avoid becoming exactly like your father; evil- “You repulse me,” he sneered with sudden hostility. “The fact that we have to
“You will not talk about my father!” he shouted, too enraged to consider the breathe the same air makes me want to vomit. You’re disgusting; a rancid smear
wand by his chest. “You have no FUCKING right- across the Wizarding World. You don’t deserve your magic-
“You wanted my opinion!” she retorted. “I always knew you were a vile little “Repetitive nonsense,” she forced her eyes to roll. “I’m going to bed. Move, or
bastard, but I never thought you would become so twisted that you would become I’ll make you-
a Death Eater! Harry knew! Tried to tell us, but no! For some stupid reason, I “I’m just building up,” he promised darkly, and something untamed and severe
thought you had a small dose of decency left in you, and I was so wrong- flared behind his stony eyes. She shifted her feet but refused to look away. Needed
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 “I’m so sorry, Draco” she sputtered, drawing his attention back to her. “I really He’d never felt so degraded in his seventeen years. When had his life deterio-
am. I’m just...I’m so sorry.” rated so much that he had landed here? Supervised like a pissing child by the Mug-
There were two things that made him flinch; the first was her use of his given gle-spawn scum. Trying to avoid becoming one of those sanity-drained freaks that
name, and the second was her practically gushing her apology. He quickly scanned mumbled nonsense to themselves when the walls had gotten too close.
her features, finding only a sincerity that was strangely refreshing when he com- But, it could have been worse, he mused. It could have been the Weasel. That
pared to her earlier emotions. The emotions that had led to this. would have definitely ended in bloodshed by now. At least Granger wasn’t a brain-
“I-I found out that Professor Burbage was killed today,” she revealed carefully, less prick and could actually back up her arguments.
and he could see she was trying to resist the new batch of tears behind her almond He went to the bed and slumped into the fabrics, resting his elbows against his
eyes. “By Voldemort.” knees and staring at the withered floorboards. His eyes shifted to the bedside table
He blinked. Her outburst made sense now, but he hadn’t heard that name since and he opened the drawer, peering inside to find only a discarded quill and a
Snape had abandoned him here. He realised then for the first time that he couldn’t con- Gryffindor tie.
sider her an enemy; it just simply didn’t make sense when the same...creature wanted Perhaps he could use it to hang himself with when he’d finally gone insane in
them both dead. No, not enemies, but certainly not allies. Just somewhere in between. this place. When the walls...
“She was a friend,” Hermione continued with a slight sniffle. “And when you- He snatched up the quill and waltzed his fingers up the silky feather strands. He
you said those things I just...I took it out on you and that wasn’t fair.” glanced back to the drawer to check if there was any ink or parchment, but there wasn’t.
Draco remained silent because he had no idea what else he could do. The temp- So, he leaned back on his bed and brought the nib to the mahogany headboard.
tation to yell at her for being so stupid was there, but it wasn’t pushing through. He sliced at the dark wood and carved an M and a G, and then dissected the
That infuriating guilt just wouldn’t budge, and an annoying little voice in his head letters with a defined line between them.
kept telling him that he should have never taunted her. Since when did Granger M for Malfoy. G for Granger.
become a factor for his flimsy conscience? If he had to guess, he woul venture He would have put M for Mudblood if his surname didn’t start with the same letter.
around the time she’d started leaving him meals. Alright, he would admit that she had won this argument, but he had certainly
“I’m so sorry,” she said again, a lonely and stubborn tear slipping past her lashes. won yesterday’s. It only seemed rational to keep score, and it was something else to
“I promise I will never do anything like that again.” feed his habit for counting. He scrawled a short line under each letter to indicate
He regarded her, feeling her honesty wash over him like a sedative. He took a their respective scores and made a silent vow that she wouldn’t get any more marks
deep breath and ignored the urge to sigh when her scent settled back into his senses. for the duration of his stay.
It was a little salty with the influence of her tears, but still undeniably hers. He didn’t Then his eyes went back to the floor, and he started to count. First the boards,
want to shout at her...it didn’t feel right when she still looked so vulnerable. He then the cracks in between.
would over-analyse that decision later, but he just couldn’t do it right now.
“Please say something,” Hermione implored, leaning a little closer. “Anything.”
He chewed the inside of his mouth and arched an eyebrow. “If you ever do some-
thing like this again,” he started, annunciating each syllable crisply. “You will regret it.”
The specifics weren’t necessary, he could tell she knew he meant it.
“Okay,” she nodded numbly.
“I won’t be in here forever, Granger,” he told her. “And I will remember every-
thing you do. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” Hermione whispered, looking more relieved than he’d liked. “I really am sorry-
“I got that,” Draco stopped her with roll of his eyes. “Now leave me alone.”
She didn’t move. “Does it hurt?” she asked, timidly gesturing to his injured palm.
“No.”
“Let me clean it,” she requested, extending her arm to offer her own hand. “It
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 and she noted that the blood had already started to coagulate. She realised then that
at no point had her self-inflicted gash caused her any pain, and she couldn’t help
but wonder if Malfoy’s hurt. Tucking her teeth into her bottom lip, she forced her
hand to remain steady as she healed the damage.
A couple of whispered incantations later, and the bathroom looked completely nor-
mal, save the broken witch in the centre. She stayed still for a couple of stolen minutes,
desperately trying to summon the scattered remains of her dignity and courage.
She needed to see him. She needed to explain.
Using the sink for support, she dragged herself off the floor and clumsily left the
SCENT cold tiles on wobbly legs and a pang in her chest. She swallowed a nervous lump
away as she faced his door, slowly bringing up her hand to drum her knuckles softly
against the wood.
“Malfoy,” she called. “Can I come in please?”
“I told you not to come near me,” came the gruff response, but she’d expected
that, and she refused to be deterred.
“Alohomora,” she mumbled, taking a deep breath before she pushed open the
door. She edged into his room anxiously, her damp gaze finding him sitting upright
on his bed and looking so much calmer then she’d expected. “Malfoy-
EVERY DAY SHE CAME BACK TO HER DORM, AND HE WAS THERE. “I thought I made it quite clear I didn’t want you here,” he interrupted evenly,
Ready to drill her brain with insults and complaints, and it was starting to suck the dangerously low and smooth.
life out of her. She would finish her lessons and return to the Head Girl dorm to “I know,” Hermione murmured, taking some more steps towards him. “But I
complete her homework, knowing the library would be too packed until about eight need to explain-
in the evening, and he was always there. Just waiting; his tongue damp and prepared “Get out,” he demanded, not once looking at her. “I don’t want you near me-
to goad her into arguments that could last for minutes or hours, depending entirely “Draco, please,” she begged, tossing her pride to the wind. She’d screwed up and
on how stubborn they both were. he had every right to know why. “My b-blood won’t actually stay in you...Your sys-
It was always the same scornful words. tem will have already-
Filthy. “I am perfectly aware of how my anatomy works, Granger,” he drawled, and she
Bitch. saw his jaw tense. “Leave.”
Mudblood. Merlin knew why she decided that crawling onto his bed would work in her
Mudblood... favour, but some part of her had seemed to think that if she was closer, he would be
Sometimes they hurt, and sometimes not so much. She was slowly developing more likely to listen. He finally fired his steel-silver eyes in her direction, but still
an immunity to them, but every now and then he’d throw something new at her, there was no sign of the contempt she’d prepared for. He simply looked at her like
and it would completely shake her. Then again, she gave as good as she got. They he’d never seen her before, and for some reason that bothered her.
were pretty evenly matched, she figured, but after a week of pulsing headaches and Draco had no idea how to act in her presence. Every cell in his muddled brain
his voice thundering in her ears, she’d had enough. was telling him to grab her and dump her outside of his room, repeating it until she
On the eighth day of his stay – a Friday – during her Arithmacy lesson, Hermi- got the point, but his confusion had somehow beaten his fury, and he needed to
one had an epiphany, and it came in her mother’s voice. know why she’d done it. He knew enough about biology to acknowledge that her
Nothing annoys a bully more than if you don’t react. Or better yet, be nice to them. Muggle blood wasn’t infecting him, but that wasn’t the problem. It was her. He
She had never really paid much attention to those silly little bits of advice that would swear he could feel her in his system; dancing in his veins and affecting his
parents gave, as more often than not they did nothing beneficial, but this she could mind. That was the problem.
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 “I c-can’t believe I did that,” she stuttered sadly, fresh tears glossed her cheeks acknowledge him, or simply play nice, it would do his head in. And if he got too
and lips. “Here, let me see- aggravated, she could just lock him in his room until he’d calmed down.
“What have you done?” he mumbled, glancing down at his wound for a moment She’d never treasured her wand so much.
before he roughly pulled himself to his feet. “WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?” Just two more lessons and she would be finished for the day. And he would be
“I don’t know!” Hermione whined loudly, shrinking away from him as he there. Waiting. And she would ignore him. No matter how much he wound her up,
stormed past her. “Where are you going?” she would not react.
“Away from you!” he snapped as he stomped out of the room, pausing outside She would not react in the way he wanted.
the door to give her a final glare. “Don’t come within an inch of me- Just Potions and Herbology to go, and she could test her little theory on the
“Malfoy, please!” she blurted, but he’d already disappeared. “Let me explain!” smarmy git.
All she got was the bitter clap of a slammed door. Her body was shaking vio-
lently, bordering on convulsing as she coughed up up her cries. Curling herself into ★★★
a tight ball, her moans and anguished whimpers were barely muffled as she buried
her face behind her arms. She let it all go; sobbing until her gut physically burned. There were four-hundred-and-five tiles between the kitchenette and the bath-
And then some more. room. All white, and fifty-six had cracks in them. It had taken him three days to con-
On the other side of the wall, Draco settled himself on his bed and listened firm that, what with Granger’s bloody interruption and his need to double-check.
intently to her grief. Sweet Merlin, he missed her calming shower-sighs. He ex- He’d gone back to the floorboards then. There were ninety-seven all together,
amined his messy hand with a scowl, searching again for any possible indication thirty-eight in his room and then he had added all the others in the dorm together
that their blood was different. But there was nothing; same colour, same tex- too. That was excluding Granger’s room, of course. He’d tried to break into her
ture...just the same. quarters two days ago and had received the same burning sensation he’d had from
I shouldn’t have goaded her... the main door.
He shuttered his eyes, wondering why the hell he suddenly felt guilty. He should Scolded fingertips. Peachy.
have been roaring with rage and scheming to cause her pain in return for what she He’d woken up at two today after a very tempestuous night. More nightmares,
had done, but all he could do was question what had made her snap. He wanted to and they were getting a lot worse. His eyes had automatically gone to his headboard
despise her; to charge back in there and bask in her distress. to study his artwork, just as they had done each morning beforehand. As it stood,
But he didn’t. he had six marks, and Granger had five. According to his memory, and a reminder
He didn’t hate her. that on some days they’d argued more than once, he guessed it was Friday.
He’d arrived on a Friday so that would make this his eighth day in hell.
★★★ At least he was managing to keep a track on time. Sort of...
It really would have been more sensible to mark the day on his headboard in-
.Hermione had no idea how long it took for her cries to subside, but she would stead of arguments tally. But sod it. He was winning, so it would stay as it was.
safely assume it had been at least three hours. All of Hogwarts’ background noise He left bed, changed, and went in search of something to do. To count. Just until
had fizzled out and her dorm was definitely darker. Her eyes fell to her normally Granger got back and they could have their usual battle of wits.
pristine tiles, frowning as she studied the telling red smears scattered around her. Granger...
The crimson fingerprints held her attention for a moment, reminding her of poppy Her scent was everywhere; clouding the atmosphere like a summer smog. That
petals in the snow. They were Draco’s fingerprints. tee-tree soap she used, a hint of summer rain, and what he had finally established
She would probably never know why, but she was desperate to apologise to him was cherry. Sweet with a bit of spice. Not entirely unpleasant; just bloody suffocat-
and try to rationalise her actions. She was so angry at herself for taking things out ing when he had to inhale it all day, everyday. Her aroma had even leaked into his
on him, for losing her head. She was supposed to be the sensible one amongst her room, and was now permanently wedged somewhere between his sinuses and his
friends, the voice of reason, and look what she had done. frontal lobe.
Her puffy eyes turned to inspect the slash from her ring-finger to her thumb, He couldn’t get away from it. From her. And it was dragging insanity into his
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 Making his way into the common area, he grabbed his usual bowl of cereal with Something snapped in her. He actually saw it; the flicker of something dark in
an apple and searched for something to count...But there was nothing. her eyes, something almost feral. He tried to shift but another wave of nausea from
So he simply stared at the clock, and watched the minutes tick by until she came Granger’s attack flushed his brain, and he squinted his eyes to try and focus on her.
home at twenty to four, as she always did. Like clockwork. Her petite little frame “Mudblood,” she repeated in a husky hum, raising her wand slightly.
slipped into the room and he indulged in a cruel smirk. He spat out a startled grunt as she stabbed her palm with the tip of her wand,
Let the games begin. dragging it across her flesh to create a thin red slit. She stalked into the bathroom
“Afternoon Mudblood,” he greeted with bravado, not particularly bothered then, nearing him and displaying her fresh wound. He watched with a morbid fas-
when she didn’t react. It took her a while to get riled up to a level he relished. “And cination as a ribbon of blood glided down her middle finger, and two ruby pearls
how did our favourite bookworm Gryffin-bore find the lessons today?” rained down to splat against the ivory floor by his feet.
“Fine, thank you,” she responded evenly, taking her usual spot on the sofa. “You find this filthy?” Hermione questioned with a wavering tone, crouching
He faltered. What, no ‘sod off, Malfoy’ today? down so she was at his level. “You think my blood is filthy?”
“I asked you a question- “Granger-
“And I gave you an answer,” she replied calmly. Too calm. “DO YOU?” the witch yelled, leaning forward to snatch his hand.
“It wasn’t good enough,” he criticised, walking closer to her. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, accepting that he was starting to panic
She shrugged. Just shrugged and removed some parchment to start on her in response to her dubious movements. “Granger, what the fuck?”
homework. The silent treatment, a challenge. Okay, he could play with that. She She quickly drew a similar slice across his hand, and a combination of his shock
would react eventually. She had to. He’d waited for the spark in her eyes and the and still-sluggish reflexes didn’t allow him to interfere as she slammed their palms
sharp retorts for over an hour. He wanted them. Thrived on them, actually. together with a wet slap.
“What the fuck is this?” he spat, snatching the parchment out of her fingers and “There,” Hermione spat, holding their twisted and sticky handshake firm as she
examining it critically. “You even write like a malformed Muggle. Can’t Mudbloods spoke. “Now your blood’s filthy too!”
manage decent handwriting?” Strength surged into his muscles with welcoming heat, and it went straight to
She still didn’t look at him, just plucked a book from her bag instead and started his arms, tearing his seeping hand from her grasp and throwing her away from him.
to read. He tossed her homework to the side and growled at her. She screeched across the floor, much like she had this morning, but he was too busy
“You’re not fooling me, Granger,” he said slowly, standing directly before her staring at his red-stained skin to note the irony.
and crossing his arms. “I know what you’re doing.” The worst thing was he couldn’t distinguish her blood from his. It was all the
“I’m reading,” she told him quietly, her cinnamon-glazed eyes trailing over same shade...and he had no idea what that meant.
the inky pages. His wide and disturbed gaze slowly wandered over to Hermione to find her
“You know you want to shout at me, Granger,” he drawled, convinced he must staring at him, her expression horrified and stunned. The ominous edge that had
be teasing her impulse to claw at him with either fingernails or insults. “Or do I marred her features was gone, and her familiar innocence was back in place. Both
have to bring up the twat who won’t die and his orange pet?” of them were breathing heavily, and the sounds ricocheted between them as he tried
His stony glare shifted to her ever-plump lips and waited for the customary to regain his wits. There were too many emotions swimming under his skin; anger,
twitch of her mouth. When you were isolated to a room with only one person to mortification, confusion...but it was too much to absorb. So he simply sat there,
pass the time and observe, you noticed the telling signs, and Granger was a rather frozen to the spot with their eyes linked and their chests heaving.
fascinating specimen to read. All it took was a quick offensive slur about her two The scene was so oddly reminiscent of their strange morning, but the differ-
‘special’ friends, and her lips would always twinge. Then her pupils would dilate ences were so significant. There were no playful smirks or childish splashes; just
and an agitated flush would stain her cheeks before the witty comebacks would them and the blood. He could feel the metallic tang invading his nostrils, and he
tumble out of her mouth. suddenly missed Granger’s natural taste.
But there was no twitch today. No, her blossom-coloured mouth didn’t move “Oh my God,” she gasped, her movements jerky as she leaned on her knees. “Oh
at all. She’d broken her routine. The routine he’d almost memorised. How dare she. my God, Malfoy, I am so sorry-
He grabbed the book too, and discarded it with a rough chuck behind him. “Don’t come near me,” he growled, pressing his back hard against the wall as
she crawled towards him. “Don’t fucking touch me! You crazy bitch-

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 He should have relished it. It should have made him feel victorious and pro- “Fucking look at me, Granger!” he demanded arrogantly, one whisper away
vided him with a beautiful opportunity and inspiration to ridicule her. But it didn’t. from stomping his foot. “Now!”
Instead, he found the scene quite...unsettling. She slowly raised her honey gaze to him, but it was completely blank. Bored
She took advantage of his confusion and brushed past him, evidently in an at- even. Ignoring him was actually easier than she’d expected, but then she’d had
tempt to lock herself away in her room and ride out her grief in peace. But he wasn’t plenty of practice muffling out Harry and Ron’s Quidditch conversations. She took
willing to drop it. He had no idea if it was to continue his aimless taunts or feed his this moment just to study his features as he ranted on about how filthy her blood
curiosity, but they were most certainly not finished. was; taking note of his china-doll skin. Odd though. Normally it suited him, but
“I am not done with you!” Draco shouted, marching ahead of her to block her she would swear it was almost turning grey.
door. “I said I’m not- ...Will not be ignored by you!” he continued, but she really wasn’t paying atten-
“Well, I am done!” she hurled back, choking on a strangled cry. “Why the hell tion. “Granger, I am bloody...
can’t you just leave me alone?” She shimmied her eyes up his face and noticed how drained he looked. Not
“I like watching you beg,” he told her quietly. Darkly. “Answer my question- sleep-deprived though. More weak-limbed and glassy-eyed with failing energy. She
“I won’t tell you again, Malfoy,” she warned, although her current state didn’t breathed in and he was close enough that she could smell him.
give the threat the usual flare. “Move, or I’ll make you move- Apples and sleep. Always apples and sleep.
“Go ahead,” he challenged, snatching her wrist before she could rummage in A thought crossed her mind and her lips parted with interest. She was on her
her pocket. “Not so fucking mouthy without your wand, are you- feet in a thud of his heart, brushing past him and heading to the small kitchen.
“L-let me go,” she sputtered, unsuccessfully trying to reach with her other hand. “Where the hell are you going?” she vaguely heard him demand. “I SAID where
“You can’t use my wand anyway. It-it’s charmed to- are you bloody going?”
“I guessed as much,” he hushed her, twisting her arm at an awkward angle to He was distant blur behind her as she started throwing open all the cabinet
earn a small yelp. “Now, tell me! Why the hell are you crying?” doors and examined the contents, also trying to remember what she’d eaten in the
He’d forgotten her other arm. Stupid mistake really considering the history be- last few days. Merlin, how could she not have noticed this before?
tween his face and her fist. She spun her petite form quickly and managed to catch “Hey!” he called, marching up behind her. “Mud-bitch! I asked you-
his jaw; not particularly hard, but enough to make him stagger back and release her. “What have you been eating?” Hermione questioned sharply, spinning around
With a swish of her robes, her wand was out and firing a hex that sent him flying to find him a little closer than she’d have liked.
backwards to land in the bathroom, a loud smack echoing across the tiles. The wind He blinked with hot confusion. “What the-
was knocked out of him and his ribs ached from the hit, but he slowly raised his “What have you been eating?” she repeated, harsher this time. “As far as I can
dizzy head to study her. see, you haven’t touched any of the food except some apples and milk-
His ashy eyes flashed open to find her waiting by the doorframe; her anger only “What the fuck is it to you?”
slightly clouded by her mist of tears. The witch’s body was quaking more violently “Is that all you’ve had?” she asked, finding herself horrified for some reason.
now, her muscles seizing up, and her erratic breaths leaving her mouth in loud “Apples and milk?”
bursts. He was disorientated from her spell, and he blamed that for the random He hooded his eyes to mask his puzzlement and scowled at her odd behaviour.
thought that crossed his mind; she’d never looked more alive. Why exactly was she so offended by his eating habits? “And cereal,” he mumbled,
“I told you to leave me alone!” she shouted, and he could see that she was allow- unsure what else he should say, but feeling an urge to defend himself.
ing her emotions to ride her. “You slimy bastard!” “That’s it?” she frowned, releasing a sad sigh that he really despised. “Malfoy,
He knew he’d pushed her too far, it was so glaringly obvious in her enraged you can’t survive on that sort of diet-
stance and the uncontrollable spark in her glare. She was just one snarky comment “Why would-
away from bursting at the seams, and every instinct was screaming at him to heed “You’re becoming anaemic,” she continued, and he suddenly stepped back, as
the foreboding angle of her wand. But his inner-Slytherin reminded him of his pa- though he’d just remembered that her muddy blood could be contagious. “And
thetic and laughable behaviour towards Granger in the last few days, and the famil- you’re probably developing a protein deficiency-
iar insult just stumbled out of his mouth so easily. “Does this boring lecture on anatomy have a point?” he snapped impatiently,
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 “You need to eat more,” Hermione told him, realising that there was an unnerv- The dorm was starting to feel...eerie with her absence, and he wondered again
ing hint of concern to her tone again. Curse the do-gooder gene in her system. if this would constitute as paranoia. The air felt humid and he would swear her
“Why haven’t you... aroma was starting to fade. For reasons he refused to broach, he didn’t like that
She trailed off as the reality dawned on her, and she analysed him as his features idea. He was contemplating a shower to chase his sudden anxiety when the door
scrunched up with a warning not to voice the comment at the tip of her tongue. finally clicked open.
But, Gryffindor bravery and all that jazz aside, she was a stubborn witch. “Where the fuck have you been?” he demanded, hopping off the counter like a
“You don’t know how to cook without magic,” she surmised, eyes round and pouncing wolf. She didn’t even look at him. “Hey, Granger! I’m talking to you!”
voice a little quieter. “Do you?” Still nothing. An agitated snarl rumbled behind his tonsils as he advanced on
“Fuck off, Granger.” her, cocking an eyebrow when he noticed the defeated fall of her shoulders. The
That meant yes. Eight days with him and she already had a little built-in Malfoy angle of her body and her treacle-tinted locks covered most of her face, and he tried
translator stashed away in her brain. There were new additions everyday, but ‘fuck to manoeuvre himself to get a better look, realising then that the witch was trem-
off, Granger’ was definitely code for ‘yes, and I will not admit it.’ bling. He subconsciously slowed his steps when he heard a throaty breath escape
“Why didn’t you say something?” the witch questioned carefully, tilting her her mouth; not quite a sob, but close.
head to the side in a way that made Draco want to tear if off. “I could have- He paused a few strides short of her, transfixed when the light caught two little
“Could have what, Granger?” he sneered, taking a step so he was in her space droplets that fell from her veil of curls. Tears. He hadn’t expected this.
again. “Given me that stupid pitying look you have right now? Held it over my head- He blinked and silently scolded himself. Here he was again; faltering like some
“I wouldn’t have- feckless moron. He remembered a time when seeing Mudblood Granger cry would
“I don’t want your help,” he told her with a cruel whisper. “Just leave it- have caused him nothing but pleasure, and wanted to relive that. He needed to re-
“I can’t,” she mumbled, and there was a slight apology to her tone. “You need to eat- live that lest he completely lose himself.
“It would serve your purpose to have me rot away in the corner!” Draco snarled, “I asked you a question, Granger,” he continued sharply, scowling when she
towering over her so his fruity breath glided over her cheekbones. “Why do you flinched at his voice. “Why the hell are you late-
give a shit about- “Now is not the time,” Hermione mumbled, keeping her face hidden. “Just-
“I just do!” she sputtered, making up for her lack of height with volume. “It’s “I don’t care if the time not appropriate for you,” Draco countered quickly,
just the way I am- blocking her when she tried to move past him. “I asked you a question-
“Sodding Gryffindors,” he grumbled, pulling away from her quickly with only “Malfoy, stop,” she said, turning away from him before he could glance her face.
a disgusted glance to leave behind. She watched him closely as he disappeared be- “Let me through-
hind his door, and the October chill suddenly caught up with her. “Why the tears, Granger?” he asked, deciding some mockery might goad a sat-
isfying reaction. “Weasley fucking Brown again?”
★★★ “Leave me alone,” she gargled, her voice heavy with trapped sobs. “Please, Mal-
foy, just leave me-
Inside his room and away from her bloody concern, he slid down the door “No,” he sneered, although her please had been a little off-putting. “What are
and dropped his face into his sweaty palms. This was definitely a new low; sym- you crying about? You look bloody pitiful-
pathised by her. And things had been different today, there had been a glitch in “Malfoy-
the routine that he and her had accidentally stumbled into. The walls dragged a “Answer me!”
little closer again. “NO!” she screamed, her head snapping up. “Leave me alone!”
He didn’t even bother getting up to place a mark on the headboard. As far as he His lip twitched as he examined her features; her cheeks smeared with tears, and
could tell, neither had won that argument. her eyes beaten and bloodshot. Her leaking stare was distant and pleading, and his
He stayed in that defeated position for an hour or four, listening to Granger’s concentration fell to her quivering lips; slightly parted to reveal a line of dents from
movements and inhaling her unavoidable scent. He heard the main door close, where she must have chewed the lower one to ruin. It was odd to view her like this.
presumably with her exit, and he shakily rose to his feet, suddenly aware of how She was renowned for being the collected member of the Twatty Trio, but she was
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 “No,” she shook her head, feeling a little guilty. “I just had a good night’s sleep, lethargic his muscles were performing. He went back to the main area and some-
but Harry should be sending me an owl soon. I’ll let you know when he does.” thing else filled the air.
“Thanks,” he smiled, attempting again to enlarge the figurine he’d been given. Food. And it smelled bloody glorious.
She watched him with a distant fondness as the minutes ticked away. It was the He eyed the steaming pot of stew on the counter warily. She had blatantly left it
last lesson of the day, and the mention of Harry and Ron had roused her determi- for him and his pride was trying to quash the rumbles in his stomach. But Merlin,
nation to stick her nose in a book to help their task. When Flitwick dismissed the it smelled amazing, and the temptation was too strong.
class, she offered Neville a quick nod before she darted for the door, ready to start There was enough for three people and he ate the whole thing. It was perfect.
her reading. But a familiar face in the corridor paused her footfalls, and she felt And then he felt disorientated. There had been too many changes today and it
dread seize her chest as she took in the headmistress’ dire expression. had thrown him for seven. They hadn’t screamed mindlessly at each other like they
“Miss Granger- normally did, and then with the whole food thing...
“The boys,” Hermione blurted, her eyes going wide. “Are Harry and Ron- She’s screwing with your head.
“Mr Potter and Mr Weasley are fine,” the professor assured, and the younger And there was nothing left to count! Shit, shit, shit!
witch released a shaky breath. “However, I do have some bad news.” He needed to keep distracting himself or he would fall. His eyes shifted to her
Hermione noted that the woman’s face was worryingly reminiscent of how it books and decided it was his only option. Hell, he’d eaten food that a Mudblood
had been at Dumbledore’s funeral, and she nervously edged closer, blocking out had prepared, how much more infected could he get if he read one of her books?
the sounds of the students returning to their dorms. “What is it?” she asked quietly. Selecting a simple-looking text on Potions that he had probably read before,
“Is everyone okay?” Draco began to read.
“I think it’s best we discus it in my office.
★★★
★★★
“Good, Miss Granger!” McGonagall praised, firing another hex towards the
.He was sat on the kitchen counter again, tapping his index finger in time with younger witch. “Keep up the shield!”
the ticks. Hermione could feel the sweat breaking out on her forehead and slithering
The minute hand had just twitched to three minutes past six, and Draco eyed down her spine. The bicep of her wand arm was aching like torture, but she held
the clock suspiciously. Surely the contraption must have malfunctioned, but then her defensive position. This was definitely the longest she had ever held a shield
that was almost impossible for magical clocks, yet the prospect of Granger being charm and it was beginning to waver, much to her frustration.
late was even more unfathomable. He’d finished the vegetable broth she’d left him Just a little more...
a good hour ago, anticipating her return as he had plotted to set right his mishap The headmistress shot out another spell, and it penetrated her protection. It
from the morning. scolded her arm and she smacked to the floor with a disappointed grunt. She took
He still couldn’t believe how he’d acted, like some idiotic child finding amuse- only a moment to catch her breath before she was jumping up to her feet. “Again,”
ment from rain-puddles. Was it any wonder she was beginning to relax in his pres- she panted, crouching back into position.
ence when he was behaving so foolishly? Well, it had to be rectified. Knowing “That’s enough for today,” Minerva told her, lowering her wand. “It’s getting late-
Gryffindors and their fetish for friendships, this would only encourage Granger to “It’s a Saturday tomorrow,” she disputed. “Come on, just one more-
be more civil towards him. She was a Mudblood, and imprisoned or not, he was “You must learn to quit while you’re ahead, Miss Granger,” the greying woman
superior. She needed to remember that. advised. “Anyway, I have some questions I would like to ask you.”
She needed to remember she was below him. Figuratively, of course. “About what?”
Well, that had been the plan, but she was over an hour late. If he could think “Mr Malfoy,” she answered, as though it was obvious. “I thought you’d have a
of one positive trait to associate with Granger, aside from her pesky intellect, it lot to say about him, but you haven’t mentioned him once. Is everything okay? I
would be her ability to always remain punctual. He hated people who were late had expected you to ask me to remove him by now.”
and disorganised. “I think I’m handling it better than I thought I would,” Hermione explained
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with a tired shrug. “I guess six years of putting up with his mouth has prepared me of kindness, and he refused to believe she didn’t have an ulterior motive. Nobody
rather well.” could be that pure in the current climate; and it’s not paranoia when you’re on the
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me,” the professor offered her a rare fond enemy’s territory.
smile. “So he has behaved?” “Get away from me,” he snarled, pushing her away. “I told you not to touch me-
Hermione couldn’t stop her snort. “I think that’s going a little far,” she said. “But I was just-
“But I barely see him between my studies and my training with you. We fight a lot, “I said don’t sodding touch me!” he yelled, rising to his feet so quickly it made
but it’s nothing I haven’t heard before and I can handle it.” his head spin.
The older woman considered her for a second. “And has the fighting ever He fired his glare back in her direction, ready to spit the things he had planned
tuned violent?” to say before, but his voice hitched. Her robe had ridden up high on her thighs from
“He’s tried to grab me a few times,” she remembered with narrowed eyes. “But his shove, and it had also drooped to reveal one creamy shoulder with a spatter of
I have my wand so I can deal with it.” freckles that looked deliciously like grated chocolate. Her sodden curls were slicked
“Good,” the older witch nodded, extending a hand. “Pass me your wand, Miss against her throat and the edges of her face like stretched toffee, and every inch of
Granger. I thought of a spell that might help. It’s sort of a Muggle-repelling charm her exposed skin was tinted with a rosy musk. She was completely different in the
to burn the hand of anyone who tries to touch it.” afterglow of her shower; more animated and yet still ridiculously innocent in her
“But Malfoy’s not a Muggle?” oversized robe. It was...appealing.
“I’m aware of that,” McGonagall frowned as she performed the silent spell, and “Fuck this,” he grumbled to himself, turning on his heel and stalking out of the
Hermione watched her wand glow green for a moment. “But he doesn’t have his bathroom to leave behind a very confused witch.
wand so it will work just as well. I’ll have to renew the spell every nine or ten days.” Hermione blinked as the remains of his shadow abandoned her on the cold
“Thanks,” she mumbled as her wand was returned to her. floor, leaving her brain to stew over what exactly happened. Malfoy’s behaviour had
“And what about Mr Malfoy’s behaviour?” the headmistress continued. “Is he become less and less aggressive with each day that passed, proof that a mother’s
having any odd turns?” advice was sometimes worthwhile. Acting civil had clearly been the right way to go
Hermione’s damp brow rippled with thought. “I...I don’t really know,” she Now, he was simply snappy and bitter, but she couldn’t decide if he was simply
mumbled finally. “As I said, I don’t really- losing the will to fight or adjusting to his predicament. Adjusting to her.
“Well, I would like you to pay a little more attention to him from now on,” the She hoped it was the latter.
professor told her student with her familiar clinical voice.
The brunette blanched. “Why would I- ★★★
“That boy was imprisoned in a shack for the better part of five months,”
McGonagall explained slowly. “And now he has been forced to stay in your small .Hermione found herself stifling a giggle as an image of the ever-graceful Malfoy
room. Confinement can do damaging things to the mind, Miss Granger, and I im- slipping to the floor stole her mind. As much as she respected Professor Flitwick,
agine he has been rather...troubled as it is- she had mastered the Engorgio charm a few months ago, so her concentration had
“Well, that’s his own problem- naturally started to sway. The morning had made her realise that her blond house-
“I doubt dealing with an unstable Draco Malfoy will be beneficial for you,” guest was nowhere near as threatening as he had initially been, and she couldn’t
the witch stated wisely, gesturing for Hermione to follow her to the door. “And it help but find the transformation a little intriguing.
might do you well to remember that he was forced into his mission when you are He was still a git of epic proportions, yet his temper had simmered. It was barely
dealing with him.” noticeable but it was there; etched into his pale features and softening his posture.
The young witch chewed her lip thoughtfully. She had known that it had never The rage and fire that was always so present when he screamed at her had faded,
been Malfoy’s idea to kill Dumbledore, and that he had been threatened with death and she had a feeling that he simply picked fights with her now out of principle and
upon his failure. Harry had told her all this, somewhat begrudgingly after she had routine. Then again, that might just be her inner optimist, but she couldn’t help but
asked him about what he’d heard that night, but it had never dimmed her hatred think his earlier smirk was a good sign.
for the Slytherin. Mourning Albus and preparing for war had gotten in the way of “You look a bit more relaxed today,” Neville commented, making her jump.
trying to understand it...Trying to understand him... “Good news?”

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 “Because you scared me!” she repeated, giving into her childish urge and palm- She realised then that despite the certainty of Voldemort’s wrath, he had still
ing some water to splash him with. She somehow managed catch his face, and she failed to murder Dumbledore, and it completely sobered her. He hadn’t done it,
couldn’t stop her chuckle as a droplet fell from his arched eyebrow. even though his life had been threatened if he failed.
“You Gryffindors are so mature,” he drawled with perfect sarcasm. “It’s re- She shook her head and huffed as McGonagall led her down the corridor to-
ally pathetic- wards the exit, and her stubborn breath fluttered down the passage.
“Oh, shut it,” she grumbled, clambering to her feet with a little difficulty. With No. It was irrelevant. So he wasn’t a killer; that didn’t dampen his other vile
shaky legs, she shot him a harsh scowl and tried to make her exit, but a set of long qualities. He was still a vindictive bully and very much evil.
fingers snagged her ankle. She fell hard against the floor again, landing in an awk- But...
ward position that made her tail-bone buzz. Nevertheless, something jerked in her head. Something close to the crux of in-
She whined in pain and cradled her back, snapping her eyes open just to catch trigue, and she wondered if that was why she had bothered to leave him a warm
Malfoy’s smug smirk. “And that’s mature?” she hissed, stuttering on another groan. meal. She hadn’t really figured out where that act of kindness had come from yet.
“I don’t give a shit,” he snorted, but his arrogant expression melted when she “Professor,” she started reluctantly as they walked. “Why don’t you think he did it?”
flicked some more water onto his face. Hermione couldn’t ever recall seeing the headmistress look hesitant or uncertain,
She smirked back at him then, too lost in the surreal situation to resist. Hermi- but she did at that moment. “I guess only Mr Malfoy knows that,” she said finally as
one couldn’t remember exactly how the almost juvenile water-fight had started, but they reached the door and paused. “And perhaps the reason isn’t so important.”
she imagined it would be a bizarre spectacle walk in on. Draco furrowed his brow “What do you mean?”
as he absorbed Granger’s amused grin, and while the new bow to her lips suited her “Maybe the only important thing is that he didn’t do it,” McGonagall offered,
well, it was rather unnerving. It was like she had stumbled across one of his secrets her thick accent rich with a wisdom and age that Hermione always found enlight-
and was just waiting for the right time to throw it in his face. He schooled his ening. “And I would recommend that you focus on that for the rest of his stay.”
features back into his comfortable frown, deciding he had allowed this to go on The teeth on her lower lip stabbed a little harder. “Alright,” she agreed. “I’ll
for far too long. do my best.”
“Stop being such a- “And that’s all I ask,” the ageing witch said. “Would you like me to walk you to
“You’re bleeding,” she interrupted, and his scowl hardened when she slid a little your quarters?”
closer to him. “Right there, by your ear- “I’ll be fine,” she dismissed, taking some steps to leave the headmistress behind.
“And?” he prompted, watching her every move as she continued to shuffle “Goodnight, Professor.”
closer. “What the hell are you- She took her time walking back to her room, considering exactly how she was
“Just let me have a look,” she muttered, taking a final undignified tumble to supposed to keep an eye on Malfoy when all she wanted to do was lock his door
kneel at his side. Her breath was warm against his ear and he tried to flinch away. and never see him again...Kind of...Her earlier thoughts about Dumbledore made
“Hold still,” she demanded firmly, reaching into her robe pocket to withdraw her her question if the level of her disgust for him was justified. She would have to think
wand. “Let me just heal this. I don’t want you bleeding all over my dorm.” about that.
He stiffened but remained still as he felt prickling magic soothe the small cut; Hermione half expected Malfoy to be waiting for her; ready to pour the pot of
or maybe it was her breath again, he had no idea. Either way, the sensation was stew over her head for offending him in such a manner. She knew he’d view it as an
pleasant, and it had felt like forever since he’d had the comforting lick of magic insult to his pureblood pride, but the guy needed to eat. End of.
against his skin. But then it had been so much longer since he’d felt something like If she suffered a stew-inflicted scold for her naïve attempt at kindness then so be it.
her fingers against his neck; delicate and completely innocent. His lids lowered a But he wasn’t there.
little and he inhaled again to steal some more of the drugging aroma. All it would And the pot was empty.
take was one of her shower sounds, and his senses would cease to cope. He actually ate it...?
“There,” Hermione sighed, pulling away from him to inspect her work. “That’s Another unwilling smile caused by Malfoy stained her lips, and she felt her in-
better. Does it feel okay?” trigue flourish in her chest. Maybe the magnitude of her hatred towards him wasn’t
His Slytherin instincts flooded his mind like a defence mechanism, warning him justified. Then again, maybe he was just that hungry, and she was always too quick
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 ★★★ few days, and he missed the blood rushing to his head and fingertips. He ached for
that fire that stirred his witty temper, yearned to see her flushed and contemplating
Fucking hell... a powerful comeback. He needed to know he could still do Salazar proud and make
He woke up with salty licks dashed across his face, and he genuinely had no idea the Mud-bitch squirm.
if it was sweat or tears. He understood agitated Granger. She was normal. He was becoming far too ac-
Sodding nightmares. customed to shower Granger and her morning songs.
The weekend had passed pretty quickly with more steaming meals from the He shrugged on a black jumper and slipped out of his room as quietly as he
Mudblood and dull passages from two books. Only ninety-nine to go. He’d only could, stopping by the bathroom door and watching the handle too intently. He
left his room to use the bathroom and collect the food. If he didn’t run into Granger, could hear her bare feet padding around against the tile floor, and he tried to think
then he could pretend that it wasn’t her that left the food. of a topic for their argument.
He could pretend that he wasn’t accepting her gestures of kindness. Screw it, I’ll wing it.
Because the very prospect made him want to slam his head into the wall until The brass doorknob rattled and he felt the excitement begin to tease his senses,
be blacked out. Or perhaps vomit, but he couldn’t spare the fluids. Especially when adrenaline tickling his gut with the promise of a good fight. The door opened and
he woke up sweating everyday. he burst in before she could leave, purposefully trapping her. The shock was wild
He didn’t know what was worse; that she took the time and effort to create the across her features as she stumbled away from him, sliding over the damp ceramics
food, or the fact that she always thought to make sure it was hot for him, with what and losing her balance. It was instinctive to reach out and attempt to steady her.
he assumed was some sort of warming charm. Why not just leave it to go cold? Why Just a reflex. Nothing more. But his own bearings were compromised, and in a
waste her magic on making sure he enjoyed the meal? It was bloody humiliating. heartbeat they were sprawled across the bathroom floor in a shallow puddle of wa-
It was Monday, and she was in the shower again, which meant he had woken ter, skidding in opposite directions; him thwacking his head against the doorframe
far too early if she hadn’t even gone to lessons yet. The soothing thrums of water and her stopping just short of the bathtub.
danced into his room like a damp dream. He desperately didn’t want to return to “What are you doing, Malfoy?” Hermione panted, catching her startled breath.
the nightmares. They were violent now, and he was starting to physically react. “You scared me to death-
They hurt; pulsed in his temple for hours afterwards, and he couldn’t stop the trem- “Bloody hell,” he mumbled, sucking the air through his teeth as he touched the
bles that racked his body either. back of his head. “You clumsy bitch-
They were breaking him... “You grabbed me!” she protested, ensuring she was appropriately covered by
One of her shower-blissed moans shuddered into his room, and he would swear her fluffy robe. “What in Merlin’s name-
his headache was eased slightly. He licked his lips and waited for the next one, just “You woke me up!” he lied, flinching when he noticed some blood staining his
to check. fingertips. “Fucking hell, Granger. Jumpy much?”
Another feminine purr a moment later. “Well, I don’t normally get attacked when I’m leaving the shower,” she huffed
Yes, it was definitely clouding his brain and chasing away the throbbing in his angrily, trying to lean back on her heels unsuccessfully. “What is your problem?”
skull. He wanted to question it, but he didn’t dare. You...
Instead, he found himself leaving the bed, tugging the blanket behind him to He was suddenly aware of how strong her scent was in here; fresh and thick
combat the Autumn morning. He cocooned himself in the thick fabric and settled amongst the lingering steam. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath, hoping to
against the wall which separated his room from the bathroom. He would hate him- her it looked more like he was trying control his anger. But fuck, it was intoxicating.
self for it later, but by Merlin’s grave, he was willing to do anything to chase away It coiled itself around his tongue and he could actually taste her, but the cherry tang
the painful aftershocks of his nightmares. reminded him who it belonged to.
With a defeated groan, he rested his ear against the wall and basked in the wet He growled. “I don’t have a problem-
noises and her throaty sounds. One particularly pleasant mew roused a shiver to “Then what the hell did you grab me for?” she questioned hotly. “Merlin, you
sprint up his spine, and it was the most relaxed he’d felt since the night at Astron- are such a prick-
omy Tower. “This is your fault!” he argued, although he wondered just how threatening he
The water and the witch were lulling him back to sleep, and even while he knew could be crumpled and damp on her bathroom floor. “You’re the one who fell-

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When Draco woke again, he judged the time by the angle of the cloud-embraced
sun. He reckoned it was early afternoon so he shrugged on the usual black trousers
and a black jumper, realising his selection of clothes would require washing soon.
Great. Another favour from her.
That Gryffindor tie around his throat was becoming far more tempting with
TILES every hour-long minute that slipped by. And he didn’t mean for fashion purposes.
As if he would wear red and bloody gold.
He wandered into the common area to find a casserole waiting in the usual spot
by the stove, and another sliver of his pride fizzled away as he opened the drawer
to retrieve a fork. He must have opened the wrong drawer because he found himself
looking at three little vials of clear liquid and some clear cylindrical tubes with a
needle at the end.
What the hell?
He eyed the foreign objects warily for a few moments before coming to the con-
IT WAS THURSDAY. OR PERHAPS FRIDAY. DRACO WASN’T SURE. clusion that they must be some strange Muggle things.
Time was slowly turning into an irrelevant and mumbled mess of forgotten He glanced at the clock then, and groaned when he realised he’d misjudged the
hours and questionable days, and Granger’s erratic patterns hardly helped. He had time. Just as the thought had carved itself into his brain, the main door opened and
no idea where she slipped off to in the evenings, but he was willing to bet it was Granger stumbled into the room, apparently having a little trouble with her bag.
either the library or the Gryffindor common room. Where else would she go? Head She looks different...
Girl privileges aside, he doubted she would be foolish enough to traipse aimlessly And she really did. He had no idea what it was but something had definitely
around the grounds with no purpose or point. changed.
Wherever she wandered, she would always return before three in the morning, She was the only person he had seen for ten days and he could admit that he
and he had stopped trying to sleep through it. Her movements always stirred him, so had learned her features fairly well, but something was definitely different. She
he’d given up and simply started waiting until she got home to even attempt sleep. hadn’t noticed his presence yet so he trailed his quicksilver eyes across her face to
He still found himself rousing for her showers though. find the change.
He had tried to resist this morning, knowing that his actions were completely Same petal-pink lips.
insane and somewhat disturbing, but his headache had gotten worse and worse. Same syrupy gold eyes.
The noises were like a drug, and a very effective one at that. Just a few of her wet Same sun-stained skin.
sounds, and the aching in his temple would recede. Same spatter of barely-there freckles across her bridge of her nose.
He’d yielded to the craving eventually, and that’s where the morning found him Certainly the same catastrophic owl-nest she called hair.
now; slumped in the usual spot and sacrificing his dignity for his bathroom-moans She was still struggling with her bag as she closed the door behind her, and after
fix. Merlin knew he’d tried, but he couldn’t help it. a few more seconds he credited her ‘change’ to not seeing her for two days. Isolating
He was an addict, and he despised it. himself to his bedroom had probably not helped his brain, and it was rather likely
He shot up to his feet as he heard the shower die, suddenly in the mood to that it was playing tricks on him. Wouldn’t be the first time.
scream at the Mudblood until she was either weeping or torturing him with her She snapped her head up, and he found himself stuck in one of those infuriating
wand. Granger was the only thing in this prison that was temperamental; that could staring contests he’d refused to participate in when he was a child.
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 It took six heartbeats before she shifted her face into a tired frown and turned “Good,” she nodded, and the need to change the subject brought back his headache.
away from him to shuffle into the room. “Granger,” he started warily, glancing down at the drawer with the odd Muggle
“I’m not in the mood for an argument today, Malfoy,” she mumbled, collapsing items he’d discovered earlier. “What are those things in the drawer?”
on the couch gracelessly. “So if you- “What things?” she asked, rising from her seat to near Malfoy. She realised it
“Sod off, Granger,” he interrupted, noting his voice was a little rusty after his was probably the closest she’d been to him without one of them screaming in the
two days of silence. “I have better things to do than waste my time with you.” other’s face, and she felt a little uncomfortable when she accidentally brushed
She had the gall to chuckle. “Oh really?” she scoffed. “And what would that be against him. She shook it off, and pulled open the drawer he was gesturing to with
exactly? Hiding away in your room- a look of understanding on her face. “Oh these? They’re my allergy shots.”
“Hiding from you?” Draco snorted coldly, forgetting his food for the moment. “Allergy shots?” he echoed, taking a step away from her. Too close to the Mudblood...
“Don’t make me laugh, Granger. I would rather stay in my room than risk seeing “I’m allergic to bee stings,” she explained quietly, holding up one of the pre-
your face- pared syringes to demonstrate. “If I get stung, I need to inject myself with some of
“And what exactly do you do in your room, Malfoy?” she questioned, masking this. There’s Epinephrine in here and have to put the needle in my side-
her curiosity with a mocking tone. “I’ve noticed a couple of my books are missing.” “Isn’t there a spell or something for that?” he questioned.
Shit... “There might be,” she shrugged. “But I’m used to doing it this way.”
He hadn’t wanted her to realise that he’d been taking the books. Now she had His sceptical glare shifted between her and the needle. “That’s fucking disgust-
more things to hold over his head, and his pride would take even more of battering. ing,” he blurted finally, pushing past her and picking up his casserole and a fork as
“You have a problem with me reading, Granger?” he challenged in a nonchalant he headed into his room. “Stupid Muggles.”
tone, deciding that denial was really pointless when he was the only possible culprit. She rolled her eyes at his prejudiced comment, but she was secretly relieved that
Hermione paused to consider him for second, and acknowledged that in real- they had somehow managed to avoid a fiery argument. It was certainly a first since
ity, she really didn’t care if he wanted to read her books or not. So long as she he’d moved in. Maybe things were looking up.
didn’t require them, it didn’t really effect her. The temptation to be petty and
cause another argument lingered at the back of her mind, but what exactly would ★★★
it accomplish?
“No, it’s fine,” she muttered finally, missing the flicker of shock that splashed The following morning found Draco up too early, and once again resting
across his pale features. “I just wish you would have asked.” against the wall with the shell of his ear pressed against it.
He had no idea what to say to that. The prospect of actually asking her for some- He hadn’t even tried to resist the dulcet murmurs of her morning ritual this
thing was just repulsive, and did crushing things to his gut. No, not a chance in this time. It wasn’t like she, or anyone else for that matter, could see him listening to
life or the next. If she wanted to prance around and insist on making him food and her calming chorus of bathing moans. It was just too alluring...Too soothing.
whatever else, then that was her shovel in the graveyard, but to voice a want from The most effective antidote for his nightmare-heavy headaches. Her ever-pre-
her was something his breeding and pride would not allow. sent scent was still trapped in his nostrils too...but that wasn’t so bad either. Almost
“You might have ginger bitch and the immortal orphan trained well,” he hissed like one of those herbal remedies all the Herbologists ranted on about.
cruelly, although one might note that the familiar bite was a little lacking. “But I And he would swear, just before the noises sent him to sleep, that the walls re-
can assure you that I won’t be asking you for anything.” treated. Maybe just an inch or two...but the room definitely felt bigger.
She simply sighed at him. “That’s fine,” she offered. “I thought as much. How’s
my cooking?”
He hadn’t expected that, and his eyebrows rose high on his forehead. “What?”
“My cooking,” she repeated, perhaps a little shyly, but she hid it well. “Is it okay?”
A small guttural rumble quaked inside his mouth, and the need to answer was an
unwelcome prod in his chest. “It’s...satisfactory,” he offered quickly, instantly regret-
ting it. Especially when a little smile stole her mouth. It was the first he’d seen since
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 “I can clean it myself-
“Please,” she cut him off, earning a frustrated sigh from the pale wizard. “It’s
best if I heal it and-
“Fucking fine,” he growled, thrusting his hand into hers and reasoning that it
would make her leave faster. “Hurry the hell up, Granger.”
Hermione anxiously licked her lips before she angled her wand, gliding it over
the gash she had caused. It would take a couple of minutes, she realised, and the
silence was too heavy for her. She raised her eyes to watch his face, but his harsh
glare made them wander to the rather large pile of books on his bedside table.
VENOM “You’ve read that many already?” she questioned, her brow creasing with interest.
“I just skim them,” he revealed in a reluctant grumble. “I’ve read them before.”
“I’m not surprised,” she said, her voice still uneasy and laced with nerves.
“They’re our textbooks-
“From our previous years,” he finished for her. “Yes, I had noticed.”
“Then why do you read them?”
“There’s hardly a wide variety of activity options,” Draco scowled at her, realis-
ing then that he was effectively holding hands with Granger on his bed. He needed
to get her away. Now. “Hurry the hell up.”
DRACO THUMBED THE BOOK’S SPINE AND EXAMINED THE COVER “Almost done,” she muttered, stroking the tip of her wand over the final specks
critically, searching for any clues as to why Granger was so anxious for him to read it. of blood. “There, is that okay?”
It seemed innocent enough; the main cover a still, Muggle photograph in black, He quickly ripped his hand out of her dainty fingers and checked his hand be-
white and all the shadows of grey in between. The main focus was a seemingly ed- fore he nodded his head towards the door. “Piss off then, Granger.”
ucated, dark-skinned man – evidently a Muggle by his attire – with an expression Her honeyed gaze drifted over to his mountain of books again, and she parted
that seemed worn with wisdom and experience. He checked the back and noticed her lips to say something. Whatever it was, her Gryffindor courage had clearly gone
it wasn’t technically an autobiography, more a collection of this King bloke’s writ- dry for tonight, and she clumsily left his bed and shuffled out of his room. Only
ings and letters, arranged by another man called Carson. There wasn’t really an when his door was securely closed did he allow himself to exhale, massaging the
explanation of what the book contained, which irritated him, but he was ridicu- bridge of his nose and replaying the odd events of the last few hours in his head.
lously intrigued about Granger’s interest in the text. If ever there was a sure sign that this place was starting to effect his sanity,
With a stubborn huff, he tossed it aside and buried his face in his palms, digging today had been it.
his fingernails into his scalp and wondering when all this would end. He heard He looked down and ghosted his fingers across his freshly-healed skin, finding
Granger leave her room and head to the bathroom for her shower, just like she did no evidence that she had ever torn open his flesh.
every other morning. He yielded to his own disturbing routine, and left the bed to He was adamant he could feel her though; coursing through his bloodstream,
slump against the usual wall, cocking his head so his ear would tingle with the vi- and he blamed the invisible flames of her essence for his inability to catch sleep
brations of her inevitable sounds. until dawn broke. When he roused at some point in the early afternoon the next
A few moments later, with the musical hum of pulsing water to accompany her, day, he did as he always did; dressed in the usual clothes and headed into the kitch-
Granger began to feed is unhealthy obsession. Just subtle gasps and morning-raspy enette to see what Granger had left him to eat today.
purrs to begin with, a build-up to her crescendo of moans that always dragged him Cottage pie. One of his favourites.
back to this place. He inhaled a calming breath as his headache eased to her noises, And next to the steaming pot was a peculiar stack of books, none of which he’d
and allowed himself to be lulled into a dazed state. ever seen before.
As he always did.
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 “Bloody hell,” he growled through connected teeth. “This pointless memory ex-
ercise better have a point. Get on with it, Granger!”
“How do you feel about me now?” she asked in a staccato rush, unable to look
at him. “I mean...do you still hate me?”
His eyes were a stormy mix of agitation and confusion that made her feel just
that little bit more idiotic. The question seemed to ring in his ears and stir memories
of his obsession with her showers, and the almost civil talks that they’d accidentally
stumbled into as of late. Did he hate her? Yes, just not in the same way. He hated
her now for confusing him and screwing with his predefined perceptions of her. He
HUMAN hated her because she had somehow become borderline tolerable, but he hated her
most because she made him think; made him question himself.
“Do I hate you?” he repeated with a flawless patronising snarl. “More and more
each day.”
He didn’t wait to witness her reaction and barged his way into his room, just
managing to reach his bed before he collapsed with still-struggling muscles. He
brought his hand up to his eyes and inspected it, one again acknowledging that
Granger had done a decent job with fixing a wound. His skin was unblemished
ivory again; but he would swear he could still feel an unnatural buzz across his wrist
HERMIONE HADN’T SEEN HIM FOR THREE DAYS. and palm.
She hadn’t even heard the smallest shuffle from his room, and had it not been It wasn’t like the crawling sting from McGonagall’s wards, but more...more like
for the fact that her cooked meals had always vanished by the time she returned the pleasant remains of Granger’s soothing fingers...
from the library, she might have questioned if he’d been in her dorm at all. The It was a ridiculous and dangerous notion, and he balled his fists and slammed
witch had contemplated letting herself into his room again to rush out another them into the mattres with a revolted grunt.
string of apologies, but she reasoned that it would probably be a step in the wrong He’d been wrong; this was what he loathed most about her. She was polluting
direction. He clearly wanted privacy, and she owed him at least that much after him like a blissful virus, infecting him inch by inch; sense by sense. He went through
what she’d done. the motions in his head, listing her invasion of his senses. First it had been her smell,
She was still so mortified by her actions. closely followed by her shower sounds. And then his eyes had come to acknowledge
She’d never, ever done anything so awful in her life; so wrong. She’d locked that she wasn’t the ugly Muggle-spawn she was supposed to be. And now, he could
herself in her room no less than four times and broken down into uninhibited sobs, feel her; her touch across his skin and her essence still waltzing in his veins from
cradling her quaking frame. The death of Charity Burbage was still darkening her the day on the bathroom floor.
mind, but she always found herself staring at her palm in those fractured moments, That was four; smell, sound, sight and touch. What was the fifth?
searching for a scar or mark. Oh yes. Taste.
She rubbed her forehead as her fingers tossed aside another page. The harsh
winds screaming outside the Castle had exiled her to the sitting area, seeking some
solace with one of her books. The wind was her weakness. She could happily sit
through a colourful thunderstorm, or listen to the beats of thrumming rains, but
when the wind sounded like a strangled human, it petrified her.
She’d tried Silencing charms, just like she had in all her previous years at Hog-
warts, but they would always waver as her concentration was swallowed by oncom-
ing sleep. The breezy roars would shock her awake, and she would be back where
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 “Are you okay?” Hermione asked quickly, reaching out. “Here, let me- Hermione had quickly abandoned the idea of gaining any sleep too close to her
“Just leave me be!” he snarled, attempting to rise from the couch, but the fuzzi- window and was now huddled up on the couch in the window-less living room;
ness in his head wouldn’t allow it. “For fuck’s sake- reading Lord Byron’s poems, one of her guilty pleasures. She pulled the blanket a
“It’s the magic,” she sighed, shuffling a little closer to him across the cushions. bit tighter around her as she moved on to She Walks in Beauty, stealing a quick
Maybe too close. “Let me finish healing you- glance at the clock and grimacing when she realised it was half three.
“I don’t think so- And the bloody wind gave no hint of fading any time soon.
“I won’t touch the Mark,” she offered with a meek shrug. “I swear, I won’t even She sucked in a loud breath when a small click broke the air, and her syrupy
mention it. As I said, what happens here remains between us.” gaze trailed over to find Malfoy slowly leaving his room. He looked annoyed when
Had it not been for the biting prickles still swimming beneath his skin, a won- he glanced at her, expelling an agitated breath as he headed towards the kitchen,
derful insult would be tumbling out of his mouth by now Instead, he cautiously apparently choosing to ignore her completely.
surrendered his arm to her again, careful to keep his features hard so she wouldn’t She thought twice before she spoke, but the words hurried out before she could
allow herself to believe he was at all comfortable with it. Her fingers were on him think thrice. “Did I wake you?” she whispered, unsure if he’d heard her or was
again; lulling little caresses that seemed to linger across his fine hairs like static. simply deciding not to acknowledge the question. Merlin knew why she thought
True to her word, she kept her reaction indifferent as she pushed his sleeve back asking again was a wise idea. “Did I-
up, careful to keep her wand and eyes away from the black stain. “No,” he growled as he poured a glass of water, keeping his back to her.
The lip-chewing witch was doing everything she could to ignore the Dark Mark, “Well, then why are you-
but she would swear she could feel it glowering at her; judging her Muggle heritage “I was thirsty,” he offered, pivoting on his heels and heading back to his room.
and her loyalty to the Phoenix. She half-sealed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Malfoy, wait,” Hermione said quickly, straightening her back and wondering
catching a breeze of Malfoy’s scent. It was different now, no longer cider-sweet exactly what she’d intended to say. She had no clue why he stopped short of his
from his apple diet, but masculine and refined. There was a hint of that new book door, but she didn’t dare question it, lest he remember his constant desire to get
smell she’d always found appealing, and a dash of her minty soap, that merged per- away from her. “Can I ask you a question?”
fectly with his earthy, male spice. It was nice... He sighed like she was interfering with his non-existent schedule. “Make it quick.”
“Okay,” Hermione mumbled somewhat breathlessly, lowering her wand and She hesitated and licked her teeth. “Are you still angry about...well...about the
releasing his arm. “I think that’s it.” other day-
“Good,” he breathed, finding his arm suddenly felt rather cold without her touch. “When you cut my fucking hand open?” he clarified in a stoic tone, turning to
“How do you feel?” she asked, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Any face her. “Does it matter?”
dizziness or- Hermione watched with trance-treacle eyes as he brought his glass to his mouth,
“No,” he lied bitterly, steeling himself with the meagre scraps of his dignity to the moisture glossing his lips. “I guess it does,” she confessed shyly, averting her
leave the couch. He put everything he had into making his movements as fluid as attention to her lap.
possible, and was almost safely inside his room when Granger’s voice stalled him. Suspicion and shock almost made him choke on his drink, but he caught him-
Merlin forbid she leave him in peace. self. “Why?” he snapped bitterly. “What difference does it make?”
“Malfoy,” she called him, a nervous scratch to her voice. “Can I... Can I ask you “I’m not really sure,” she murmured, carefully rising from the sofa.
something before you go?” Draco’s jaw twitched as the blanket tumbled to her feet, leaving her in a simple
He cursed his curiosity to the other side and back as he leaned his shoulder t-shirt and baggy pyjama bottoms. He found himself holding his breath as she
against the wall and shot her a fierce glare. “Make it quick, Granger.” started to move, but she simply headed towards the kitchen, and he briefly won-
“Well,” she murmured with obvious reservations. “Do you remember when you dered exactly what he’d done if she had walked in his direction. By the flimsy flick-
first came here and you asked how I felt about you? And I said- ers of candlelight, she looked different; more peaceful and slightly surreal. It was
“You had a rant about how much you despised me,” he finished impatiently, the darkness toying with his vision and perceptions that made him linger, studying
rolling his eyes. “Yes, so?” her closely as she plucked two mugs from a cabinet.
“But I... I said just now that I didn’t hate you,” Hermione continued, fidgeting “Hot chocolate is better to have before bed,” she spoke softly, using her wand to
anxiously. “That hate was a strong word- boil some water. “Would you like one?”

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 He didn’t respond. She’d clearly decided that she was making one for him any- No, no, no...
way, and the smell of powdered cocoa mingled deliciously with Granger’s natural He didn’t want her to see it...It just didn’t feel right. She was too pure for it, as
scent. He toyed with the sleeves of his jumper while she finished the beverages, and if just looking at the ugly scar would somehow taint her. Salazar strike him down,
once they were complete she carried them both over to the sofas and placed them he didn’t want that; he didn’t want her anywhere near it. He tried to snatch his arm
on the coffee table. He raised an eyebrow as she wrapped herself back up with the away, but her grip on him tightened, holding it in place.
blanket and relaxed into the couch; his cautious stare shifting between her and the Hermione studied the hideous brand intently, realising she’d never been this
steaming mug that was meant for him. close to the Dark Mark before. She had read countless texts about Voldemort and
“Are you going to sit?” she asked, and he could tell she was forcing her tone his trademark spells; particularly the Morsmordre and the inky emblem that Death
to be nonchalant. Eaters bore, but there was something off with the mark on Malfoy’s flesh. The skin
“I’ll drink it in my room,” he said with a low grumble, taking some strides surrounding the skull and snake was still raised and red with irritation, but
towards her. Dumbledore had been dead almost six moths, which meant the swelling should
“I was...,” she started awkwardly. “Well, I was hoping you might answer my have gone down by now. Unless...
question... and maybe sit with me a while?” “Wait,” she whispered absently as she leaned a little closer, oblivious that her
That caught him off-guard. Of all the things she could have said, he would have breath ghosted across his forearm and caused him to shiver. Draco observed her
gambled away his inheritance that those words would never pass her lips in his warily as a rather striking flash of understanding danced in her eyes, and he held
company. It was certainly an intriguing development to the shitty situation, and he his breath as she parted her lips. “You weren’t willing.”
couldn’t help but consider seeing where this would lead. He actually coughed in bewilderment. “What?”
“Why the hell would you think that?” he drawled lazily, resting his palms against “You weren’t willing,” she repeated, lifting her chin to give him a long look.
the back of the couch opposite hers. “And I don’t have to answer your question,” “Not completely, anyway.”
“No, you don’t,” she agreed. “It was simply a request- “What the fuck are you-
“A stupid request.” “Your body rejected it because you didn’t want it,” she explained, gesturing to
She frowned and raised her head to eye him wearily. “Never mind then- the inflamed skin around the tattoo-like symbol. “This would have calmed by now
“No,” he stopped her. “I’m curious to know why you would even ask me to join you- if you had been completely obedient.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” she reminded him pointedly, reaching out Draco had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that, because the infuri-
her arm to stroke the rim of her mug. “So why should I answer yours?” ating witch was, yet again, right. He’d had too many reservations to count during
Draco didn’t have a reason, but that was fine because a wind’s cry sliced the the ceremony, and he’d regretted that fateful night with aching pores ever since.
silence. He saw it then; the flash of fear that streaked across her hazels. He couldn’t He’d been far too influenced by a reckless urge to avenge his father’s imprisonment,
ever recall seeing her look scared. Uncertain maybe, and sometimes wary, but never but the moment he’d stepped into Borgin and Burkes, he’d sealed the painful trans-
scared. Even her demented episode in the bathroom had only stained her features action that had left him with this disgusting scar. And what had come from it?
with shame and shock. This little early-morning encounter was turning into right Nothing but haunting nights, breaking down in the Prefects bathroom, and his six-
little trove of surprises. month hell of hiding.
“What’s up, Granger?” he questioned cockily, a smirk pulling his mouth. “Don’t He knew all this; had long accepted that it was a fatal mistake which had led to the
tell me one of the fearless Gryffindors is scared of a little storm.” most degrading and awful moments of his life, but he didn’t want her to know that.
He expected defiance and irritation, but she simply pulled her blanket a little “What the hell would you know?” he challenged with a condescending sneer,
tighter around herself. “Not storms,” she mumbled after a moment. “I just... I don’t ripping his arm away from her and covering the brand back up with his sleeve. “Let
like the sound of the wind.” me guess; one of your precious books, Granger? You should know better than to
His expression scrunched up with confusion. She was actually owning up to her trust everything you read-
fear? Admitting to phobias was simply not done in his circles, and especially “I know it wasn’t your choice, Malfoy,” she argued in a calm tone that only in-
wouldn’t be mentioned in front of an enemy. Broadcasting any form of weakness furiated him further. “And I didn’t have to see your Mark to figure it out-
was just plain foolish, and yet she’d done it so easily. “Spare me your philosophical bullshit, Granger,” he spat, but he couldn’t stop
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warning Potter to get her away from the chaos. It had been a random impulse that But she was suddenly more real... more human, and it sobered him like a blast
he had questioned relentlessly for weeks afterwards, but there was no escaping that of winter. She was a personality and less... No, she was definitely still a Mudblood...
he’d considered her safety, and he still had no idea why. But she was a Mudblood with a character... Kind of. Possibly.
“Let me check your hand,” Granger’s voice stole him back to the current pre- He observed her with more attention than was probably appropriate as her
dicament. “It looked pretty bad this morning- shoulders relaxed when the wind died. Back was the rational Granger with seem-
“It’s fine- ingly no issues with weather conditions, but it was there behind her amber gaze.
“No, it’s not,” she cut him off with a stern glare, extending her hand. “Look, She lifted her hot chocolate from the table and brought it to those rosy lips of hers,
I’ll just Petrify you if you insist on being difficult. Wouldn’t you rather we just forming her mouth into a small ring to blow the steam away. It shouldn’t have held
got this over with?” his attention. But it did.
Draco scowled at her and clicked his tongue. “You will not tell a soul about “Your drink will get cold,” she murmured, regarding him quietly as she took a sip.
this, Granger.” He inhaled sharply before he climbed over the back of the couch and collapsed
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to, Malfoy,” she reminded him. “Everything that into the cushions, eyeing her impatiently. “How can you be scared of the wind?”
happens in this room remains between us.” “It’s not so much the wind itself,” she answered evenly. “I just don’t like the noise.”
Something about the brunette’s comment made his throat run dry, and he “That’s just stupid,” he scoffed.
gulped down a scratchy swallow as he reluctantly revealed his hand. As he settled it “Everyone’s scared of something,” she reasoned carefully. “Aren’t you? It’s hu-
in her cupped palm, he grimaced when he realised it was a lot worse than he’d ex- man nature.”
pected. There was a deep gash slicing across the centre, clotted with half-dry blood He scowled like the suggestion was absolutely ridiculous, but he couldn’t help
and still oozing in some areas. His skin was folded back like grotesque petals, and but consider her words. The idea of disappointing his family, or more specifically
little red lines branched away from the large cut and spread across the rest of his his father came to mind, but he was guessing she meant something more specific
hand like roots; stretching up his fingers and wrist. and clinical. Either he simply didn’t have one, or he was subconsciously choosing
Draco could feel residual magic crackling under his flesh, and the weeping scold to to ignore it. Still, he hated her for making him think.
burned like torture. His smoky eyes shifted to Granger, half expecting to find her “No,” he stated simply, leaning forward to grab the mug.
choking on the fumes of vomit, but she was simply nibbling her lip. Her hazels were “Maybe you just haven’t realised yours yet,” Hermione offered with a non-
calculating the damage, and he watched the clogs of her brain churn with too much committal shrug. “Will you answer my question? About the other day? When I...
attention. He noted that they were, once again, effectively holding hands, the smell you know.”
of blood lingering between them, just like the first time on his bed after the bath- His eyes narrowed. “I doubt it would be possible for me to hate you any more
room incident. than I already do,” Draco told her calmly, his lips twitching. She looked slightly
“This will take a couple of minutes,” she murmured, pulling out her wand and troubled by his words, and the need for him to say something else buzzed around
beginning the work on his wound. “Does it hurt?” his tongue. He clenched his eyes shut and scorned himself for what he rushed out
“No,” he lied through gritted teeth, eyeing the golden glow at her wand’s tip. next. “Consider it dealt with, Granger.”
“Just hurry up, Granger.” A fascinating mixture of relief and surprise stole Hermione’s face. “Really?”
She dampened her lips with a flick of her tongue as she healed the mess, starting “It would serve you well to just not mention it,” he said squarely, having long
at his fingertips and working her way down to the gaping slash. Ignoring the searing decided that the incident was best tucked away at the back of beyond. “Unless you
sensations sparking in his nerves, he focussed instead on her gentle touches and would have me bring it up-
found them the perfect distraction. They sat in a silence that oddly bordered on “No,” she shook her head hastily. “No, I’d like to forget it.”
comfortable, and he was too lost in the soothing exercise to do anything when she He gave her a brief nod and swallowed a soothing gulp of the hot chocolate, and
tugged up his sleeve. Hermione resisted the urge to say thank you for agreeing to forget the topic. If she
Granger’s harsh breath broke his trance, and his head snapped down to find her remembered correctly, she had apologised and said please more than she should
amber eyes round and shocked. He wanted to melt away at that moment; disinte- have on that awful day. If she started spewing out words of gratitude to the arsehole
grate into nothing. He followed her stare down to his arm, knowing full well what then it would be a step too far.
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calm than she could remember, it made her instinct to despise him waver. She had “You didn’t come back,” he repeated, finally glancing at her from under his eye-
always believed, and witnessed, how a person’s personality could effect how people lashes. “Last night.”
perceive their appearance. If someone was ugly on the inside, her brain would con- “I... I don’t understand-
vince her that ugliness was reflected on the outside. Now, with her hatred for Mal- “Nobody else knows I’m here.” he hushed her, his words strained and quiet. “If
foy slightly dented by the odd calm that had settled between them, she accepted that something happens to you then I am royally fucked-
he was a rather striking wizard. “McGonagall knows your here,” Hermione pointed out. Her voice was soft and
The dim light caught his pale features well, and the orange glow waltzed in front patient, as though she was comforting him, and Draco was too confused to be dis-
of his silver irises. The angles and lines of his face were sharp and defined, as though gusted by it. Despite his best attempts to ignore it, there was something about
each detail screamed for attention, but it made the eyes dance and she quite liked Granger’s proximity that steadied the remains of his tempestuous soul, and for the
that. She could argue that he was too pale, almost like he’d been mastered from ice, moment, he didn’t want her to leave. Not yet.
but she realised he probably hadn’t felt a ray of sunshine in Merlin knew how long. How could he have forgotten McGonagall? It was all that ancient cow’s fault he
“Have you read the books?” she asked carefully, deciding the silence had been was imprisoned here in the first place.
breaching the fringes of discomfort. “The ones I left on the top.” “And if something happened to her?” he questioned harshly. “I would just rot
She could see his hesitation to answer her. “Yes,” he admitted cautiously. away in here until some fucking third year noticed the smell?”
“Which one are you reading now?” she pressed. “Draco,” she gasped, flinching at his bitter words. “If anything happened to
“Why do you want to know?” McGonagall, the wards would stop working and you would be able to leave.”
“I’m just curious,” she shrugged honestly, wishing his suspicion towards her He blinked.
would simmer. Hell, he’d never even thought of that, and now he felt like bloody fool for his dra-
Draco exhaled loudly. “Titus Andronicus.” matic escape attempt. He snapped his glare away from her and despised himself for
“Good play- getting into such a state. If he thought that Potter wandering into the bathroom last
“It’s alright,” he corrected her quickly, nursing his drink between his palms. year had been the most degrading thing that could happen to him, he’d been wrong.
“Some parts are sloppy.” But...
“I’d agree with that,” she nodded thoughtfully. “It was one of Shakespeare’s But she was different to Potter. That immortal prick had been nosing around
early plays.” and trying to interfere, as he always bloody did, whereas she looked genuinely con-
“You gave me a lot of books by him,” he mumbled slowly, giving her a stern cerned for him. The very thought should have repulsed him, and his fingers itched
glare. “I assume he is a Muggle author.” with the instinct to shove her as far away as possible, but he didn’t. Instead, he scru-
Her eyes widened. She’d expected nothing short blinding rage when her little tinised her heart-shaped face for any indications of trickery or deception, but the
experiment came to his attention, but he simply seemed irritated by it. “You knew witch practically glowed with sincerity.
I gave you Muggle books?” “Why would you help me?” he asked her, narrowing his eyes into suspicious slits.
“It pretty obvious, Granger,” he rolled his eyes. “I didn’t recognise any of the “Because you needed it,” Hermione shrugged, as though it was nothing. “The
authors and it seemed like something you would pull.” wards are strong and dangerous, and you could have-
“And you still read them?” she pushed with a disbelieving tone. “Why?” “You hate me,” he hissed, perhaps more to himself than to her. “We loathe each
His scowl hardened a little. Truth be told, he hadn’t touched her Muggle litera- other, Granger. Why the fuck would you-
ture for two days, simply eyeing them with genuine disgust. But boredom was too “I don’t...I don’t think I really...hate you,” she stuttered shyly, and Draco
powerful and sanity-draining, and he’d yielded on the third day, rationalising that clamped his mouth shut with an audible snap. “Hate’s a strong word. I would never
it was either the reading or a mental breakdown. He’d intended to have the books wish anything fatal on you-
feed his revulsion for Muggles, providing him with proof that they really were un- “Wouldn’t you?” he growled cynically.
cultured and uncivilised beings who would struggle to pen a decent paragraph. “No, I wouldn’t,” she affirmed with that familiar determination of hers. “And I
But... would hope you wouldn’t wish it on me.”
But it was actually okay... Good enough that he’d continued to turn the pages Draco snorted, but she would be deaf not to notice the lack of conviction there.
and be subconsciously impressed. It was so unnerving and sickening, and it had A memory of the Quidditch World Cup invaded his mind, and he recalled himself

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 ★★★ made him question...things. Only for a moment, but he had. No, he had never be-
lieved all that propaganda shit about Muggles being feral, but he’d been convinced
.Hermione woke first to the sounds of wandering students outside her dorm. on some level that they would be less able with the arts, but this Shake-something
She checked the clock to find it was almost midday, meaning she had miracu- guy was... adequate. He couldn’t very well tell Granger that though.
lously managed five hours sleep; one of her longest rests in ages. It also meant that “There’s nothing else to read,” he growled, realising he’d taken too long to respond.
Malfoy would be waking soon if she’d measured out the potion correctly, and her Hermione sighed, watching him under her eyelashes as she took another sip.
sleepy stare drifted over to him. Her heart thudded with her inquisitive nature, and she wanted to know how far she
The whole incident seemed like a weathered whisper across her memory, some- could test this. “And what do you think of the play so far?”
where between reality and a forgotten dream. She could have been watching him He snorted. “It’s violent,” he said as though it was obvious, which she guessed
for minutes or hours when signs of life began to slowly influence his body; just little it was. “Which is... entertaining, but it proves how barbaric Muggles are.”
twitches and a rousing sigh before his eyes opened with a flutter of blinks. “Barbaric?” Hermione repeated, reining in the urge to scream at him. “How so?”
She half-wished he didn’t notice her, because she knew it would lead to one of “Well, it’s just mindless bloodshed-
the most awkward moments of her life. Just as she was contemplating closing her “As oppose to all the Wizard Wars?” she pointed out quickly. “Violence is pre-
eyes and pretending to be asleep, he cocked his head, and their eyes locked. sent in all races and species, Malfoy, and especially in humans. Magic or not-
She’d expected nothing but rage and embarrassment, but she saw only irritation “The guy killed his own son,” Draco remarked, cocking his head proudly to the
and a hint of shame swirling in his rain-cloud eyes. The silence seemed to spark side as if that had been the winning blow. “That’s an indication of how uncivilised
between them as the eye contact refused to shatter, and Hermione’s voice found Muggles are.”
her before she could turn it away. Hermione didn’t skip a beat. “But Voldemort killed his family.”
“How do you feel?” The blond’s haughty expression faltered, and he hated that she witnessed it.
He looked away then, and she honestly didn’t expect him to answer. “Like shit,” “That’s different,” he mumbled defensively. “That was-
he muttered, his voice a little hoarse. “And Crouch killed his father-
The witch observed him intently as he pulled himself into a sitting position “It’s different!” he repeated adamantly, but he knew the argument was weak.
with some difficulty and a reluctant grimace, keeping his injured hand under the Granger looked neither smug nor arrogant as she raised her head to meet his
blanket. He bent his knees and clenched his eyes shut, bowing his head and mas- peeved stare, but simply dampened her lips with a quick flick of her tongue. “How
saging his temple with lean fingers. She chewed her bottom lip and silently is it different, Malfoy?”
scolded herself for leaving her couch, gathering the blanket about her shoulders He rummaged through his brain, hunting for a satisfactory argument or reason-
as she neared him. ing that would knock her back into place. He felt agitated and perturbed, but also a
What the hell are you doing...? little smidgeon of respect for Granger slithered into his conscious, and that just pissed
She could have sat on the floor next to his sofa. It would have certainly been a him off more. This would definitely earn her a mark on his headboard. Shit.
more rational idea than nervously settling herself on the couch by his feet. If he had “It just is,” he muttered, taking another swig of her rather perfect hot chocolate.
screamed at her then, she wouldn’t have blamed him, because she had no idea why
either. But Draco barely moved. This was one of the most bizarre situations she ★★★
could ever remember getting herself into, and considering the last six years of her
life, that was saying something. The stiffness of his neck was his first clue that he hadn’t slept in a bed.
“What were you thinking?” she blurted before she could douse the urge, frown- Whatever his head was resting on was too hard to be a pillow, and as his eyes
ing when he still didn’t lift his head. “Do you have any idea how dangerous the slowly blinked open, he focused on a different ceiling to what he was used to. Draco
wards are? You could have died, Malfoy- awkwardly shifted to find himself outstretched on one of the sofas, propped up by
“You didn’t come back,” he interrupted with a low mumble. the armrest. It was still rather dark, but there were no windows in this space, and a
What the- brief check of the clock told him it was almost seven in the morning.
“What?” Hermione breathed, trying to study every detail of his face to gain a He groaned and rubbed his face, slowly rising into a sitting position that caused
clue. “What do you- his back to click like crackling embers. His sleep-blurry vision focussed on his

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surroundings as he tried to recall just how and when he had fallen asleep on the okay?” He didn’t even attempt to answer over the rhythmic claps of his teeth, just
couch, and his winter-grey eyes moved to the other side of the coffee table. continuing to watch her with completely empty eyes. “I’m going to get you some
He stiffened. Dreamless Sleep Potion, alright? I’ll be back in a second.”
She was cocooned from neck to toe in her blanket, her clumsy curls splashed She rushed to her bedroom without waiting for a response and flung open the
across the cushion in coffee swirls. With her eyes shuttered and her features so re- chest at the base of her bed to rummage as fast as she could for a vial of purple
laxed, she looked the embodiment of comfort and peace. Gone were the stressed liquid. With the required potion in her fist, she grabbed a blanket from her bed and
muscles consistently stretching under Granger’s skin, and he couldn’t ever recall raced back to him, finding his body quaking at an alarming rate. She dropped the
seeing a person who looked so smothered by sleep. Her slumber-slow breaths blanket and stumbled back to his side, desperately tugging away the cork and bring-
hummed in his ears and snatched him from his trance, leaving Draco to silently ing the vial to his lips.
scold himself for letting the morning fuzz his brain. “D-Draco,” she murmured over her anxiety. “Can you keep still so I can give
He snapped his eyes away from her, finding himself studying her unfinished you this?”
and cold mug of hot chocolate. And her wand. Just lying there, taunting him. No answer. Just more shaking...
He dragged his body away from the sofa and meandered his way around the Pausing for only a second, her free hand went to his face again, cupping his
table as silently as he could, knowing all the while that this would probably lead to cheek and using her thumb to pry apart his lips. “It’s okay,” she muttered distantly,
nothing. She’d told him herself that it was charmed to repel him, but it could have oblivious to how tender she was being. She ignored the pain as she shoved her
so easily been a well-placed bluff. He shuffled closer to her wand, crouching down thumb between his vibrating teeth so she could pour the potion down his throat.
and moving into a position just in front of the sleeping witch. When the small glass was empty, she tossed it over her shoulder and settled her
Her breath skimmed over the sensitive skin of his throat, and he fought the palm over his lips, absently rubbing her fingertips across his face as she waited for
shiver that kissed down his spine. Reaching out, all his hope for a chance of escape him to swallow. No less than twenty seconds later and he went completely limp,
died when warning magic buzzed against his fingertips before he could even touch though he was still shivering slightly. She pulled the blanket over him and ensured
it. He’d expected it. With a defeated huff, he leaned back against his haunches; he was substantially covered before she collapsed back on her haunches with a re-
Granger’s dreamy sighs still whispering across the fine hairs on his skin. lieved sigh.
He closed his eyes...relished the feeling...the smell of her this close...close Dear Merlin, she’d been petrified...petrified for him...But she’d done all she could.
enough to touch... Stealing a glance just to ensure that he was sleeping soundlessly, she rose to her
And like an army of flames, he was blasted back to reality. He flinched violently uneasy feet and literally felt the exhaustion smother her like a freezing wave. Drag-
away from her, as though she was laced with poison, cursing himself to Salazar’s ging her protesting limbs towards the bathroom, she hunched over the sink and
tomb and back. tried to gather her thoughts, but a glance at her reflection made her breath hitch.
This was what her sodding blood experiment had done to him. There it was. His crimson handprint; bold and oddly beautiful across her cheek
She was crawling through his system and into his head, screwing up his senses. like some territorial mark that still felt blissfully warm. She stared at it for a long
It wasn’t her muddy blood, it was something deeper; something carving his bones minute before she flicked on the tap and rinsed his blood away with a strange flutter
and drowning his cells. It was her. Granger. Her substance, her innocence; just in her chest. With a final glance at her reflection, she trudged into her room and
racing though him and throwing shards at his sanity. Revolted by his actions, he began to discard her clothes. She hurriedly changed into a t-shirt and her pyjama
fled her company on slightly shaking legs; praying some distance would purify bottoms, tucking her wand into a pocket at her thigh.
him of her. She could have cried over how comfortable her bed looked. So, Godric knew why
Hermione was startled awake by the angry slam of his door. she decided to grab another one of her blankets and head back into the sitting room.
Shame really; it had been the best night’s sleep she’d had in weeks. Even if had Settling herself down and hugging her body under the covers, her heavy-lidded
only been for a few hours. gaze focussed solely on the slumbering wizard across the coffee table on the oppo-
site sofa. Again, he looked so different, but she had a feeling it had nothing to with
★★★ his calmed features this time.
This would change things, but she had no idea how.
The winds were calm for the next four days, and he successfully managed to avoid

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 “Wingardium leviosa,” Hermione said quietly as she got to her feet and with- her while he convinced himself more and more that she was festering beneath his
drew her wand, manoeuvring the unconscious wizard to one of the sofas. flesh. On the Friday, exactly one week after their blood-bathroom incident, the walls
She crouched next to him with her wand lingering over his chest, ready to wake had started to close in again. A craving for interaction with another human settled
him, but she hesitated. into his pores and, of course, Granger was the only option. He needed to hear another
Her fawn-like eyes slowly drifted up to his face, and she realised she’d never had human’s heartbeats because his own were getting too loud with his solitude.
an opportunity to see him like this. This close. He looked so normal then, like he Of all the fucked up things to plague his brain, needing someone else’s presence
was simply sleeping. There was no trace of the anger and turmoil that always was definitely the the thing that let him know he was going mad. He wanted an
seemed to stain his features; no hint of how fractured his life was. He appeared argument, or just something to remind him there was life beyond his bedroom
relaxed, and she was completely transfixed by him. She reached out a curious hand door. He rationalised it by pointing out it was entirely circumstantial.. If there was
to brush aside his snowy-blond fringe, and her fingertips moved on their own from anybody, and he meant anybody, other than her that could chase away his demons,
that point; sweeping across his brow and up his cheekbone with probing barely- then there would be no need for this.
there strokes. Anybody, except Weasley. Pureblood or not, if bitchy McGonagall had shoved
Something wedged in her chest as she studied him further, and she found her- him into a room with that orange tumour of Wizarding Society, there would have
self thinking it was such a shame. He was handsome and smart, but his upbringing been slaughter by the second hour.
had ruined him, and it was so sad...Such a waste... That mental image cheered him a little.
Some of the colour returned to his face as she grazed his skin, and she couldn’t He could hear her shuffling around in the kitchenette, clanging around with var-
help herself as she brushed her thumb against his lower lip. He was...warmer than ious utensils and causing more noise than was probably necessary. Combing his
she’d expected... hands through his ice-blond hair and releasing a weary breath, he left the four-walled
She snatched her hand away and gave it a horrified glare. This was what insom- prison-come-bedroom to find Granger fussing with some pans and vegetables.
nia did to her; messed with her brain and encouraged to do stupid and inappropri- Hermione felt his presence before she saw it, and she spun around to give him a
ate things. Shaking her head and privately scolding herself, she placed her wand curious look. “Let me guess,” she said evenly. “I was making too much noise again?”
back against his chest and prepared for Malfoy’s inevitable temper when he woke “Yes,” he grumbled, taking a few steps towards her. “What the hell are you do-
up and found her leaning over him. ing, Granger?”
“Enervate!” “Just sorting out some food for tomorrow,” she explained with a delicate shrug.
Draco sprang up with a loud gasp, his eyes snapping open into wide and stormy “I probably should have asked you this before, but are you allergic to anything?”
pools, and his chest heaving with urgent sputters. He didn’t even notice the witch as his “No,” he shook his head, hoisting himself up to sit on the counter. “Just you.”
side as he stared straight ahead, blinking wildly and trying to regain his composure. He’d meant the comment to be cold and crisp, but it had lacked that snide edge
“Malfoy!” Hermione shouted his name, placing her hand across his arm. that had taken him years to perfect. Instead it sounded more...teasing? Well,
“Draco, calm down. It’s alright.” Granger certainly seemed to find it harmless judging from her amused snort and
His frantic stare shot over to her, and she could have sighed when she saw him the slight curl of her lips. He considered calling her Mudblood just for familiarity’s
relax and his breathing slowed to a regular rate. She was about to speak again when sake, but something in his rather warped mind told him not to, and she spoke be-
he quickly reached out with his injured hand, and she managed to resist the urge to fore he had a chance to question it.
flinch away in surprise. It happened too quick to understand, but his sticky palm “Have you finished reading Titus?” she asked, evidently a bit uncertain about
was suddenly against her cheek, intimately slicking her skin with his blood. Her lips how she was supposed to act around him. At least they had that in common.
parted in shock as she tried to comprehend the gesture, and he was trembling so He scoffed. “Give me some credit, Granger,” Draco mumbled, resting his el-
badly that the tremors vibrated against her face. bows against his knees and eyeing her back. “I was almost finished the other day.
And then, as if nothing had happened, his hand dropped, and he was simply Of course I’ve finished it.”
staring at her with a blank expression. Snapping out of yet another trance, Hermi- “Okay,” she nodded, using her wand to help her finish her cooking. “And what
one examined his shivering body nervously, listening to his chattering teeth as the were your thoughts on the ending?”
shudders became increasingly worse. “Too rushed,” he stated simply, his tone critical and brusque. “It was a rather
“Malfoy,” she breathed as calmly as she could. “Your body needs to recover, amateur ending.”

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 She hummed in thought as she turned to face him, crossing her arms over her Her lack of sleep was clearly starting to muddle with her head, and a glimpse at
chest. “I agree.” the clock told her it was already half six in the morning. She checked that Ginny
“What?” was completely out before she carefully moved her to the side, reaching out with
“I agree,” Hermione repeated, catching his stare with an uncertain flush. “It was the hem of her sleeve to brush away some dreamy tears from the younger witch’s
too fast. Have you thought about reading another?” face. Hermione silently headed to her friend’s desk and scribbled a quick note, apol-
He was already half-way through another one of her Muggle books. He’d de- ogising for leaving and explaining that she needed some rest.
cided to move away from that Shake-whatever guy, adamant that he would find With a parting sad look at the pretty redhead, she crept quietly away from her
some level illiteracy amongst her offered Muggle texts. He’d settled on some former living space and wandered down the lonely corridors back to her dorm. It
creepy-looking cover by a Muggle named Wilkie Collins, and had been pretty much was only a short distance, but her steps were slow and thoughtful as she noted, yet
absorbed by the pages from chapter one, much to his inner-disgust. again, just how dead Hogwarts seemed. Yes, the halls were still bleak with the winter
“The Woman in White,” he offered with a rushed breath, noting that her grin morning, and it was too early for anyone to be up on a Saturday, but she had always
stretched slightly. adored Hogwarts for feeling so alive and warm. Now, every brick looked darker
“One of my favourites,” she told him. “And how- and every room was colder, and the entire Castle had a similar atmosphere to that
“Don’t get all bloody enthusiastic,” he warned her with a low tone. “The level of of a graveyard.
writing is below that of Wizard and Witch authors.” It was a haunting comparison...One that constantly reminded her of how dismal
Her smile fell and she turned her back to him to complete the preparations for everything was. It would be the 1st of November on Monday, another month since
what appeared to be stew. “Do you really believe Purebloods to be superior to Mug- Dumbledore’s death. Half a year, and it still made her heart shrink.
gle-borns, Malfoy?” With a troubled sigh, she mumbled her password to the pride of lions, but the
He quirked an eyebrow at that. His stony eyes roamed her shoulders and spine, door didn’t open all the way. She frowned and pushed against it, feeling resistance
searching for any clue as to why she had asked such a stupid question. “You know I do, from the other side. She slipped in sideways and instantly tripped on something;
Granger,” he answered proudly, but there was an odd throb in his chest as he spoke. something fleshy that sent her tumbling to the floor with a shocked gasp. With a frus-
“Don’t ask piss-poor questions when you’re meant to have some brains in there.” trated breath, she chucked her hair out of her face and glanced over her shoulder, her
An almost disappointed sigh left her mouth. “Then can I make a suggestion eyes going wide when she noticed what, or who, had caused the obstruction.
please?” she murmured softly, fidgeting with the hem of her too-big, red jumper. “Oh God,” she whispered, pivoting on her knees and crawling over to him.
There was her sodding please again; unwelcome and just another reminder of “Malfoy? Draco!”
how pathetically pure she was. Somewhere at the back of his brain lingered the He looked dead. It was as simple as that.
memory that he’d intended to argue with her, but here he was again; conversing His skin had turned a ghostly shade of grey and his lips were a chilling blue
with her in a way that should have made him vomit. But at least he felt slightly more smudge across his face. With his eyes sealed, and his expression a foreboding sem-
normal. More human. Just like her shower-sighs, these...almost civil moments blance of peace, Hermione felt intense alarm and dread clog her throat. With jittery
seemed to remedy his pulsing headaches. movements and panic-clumsy hands, she fumbled with his wrist, grimacing when
“You can make all the suggestions you want,” he shrugged nonchalantly, his she noticed his palm was a swollen mess of blood and scorched flesh.
scowl wasted on her back. “But the likelihood of me agreeing to any of them is ob- The loud and violent thuds pounding in her ribcage calmed when she felt
viously next to nothing.” Draco’s steady pulse against her fingertips. She released a shaky breath and relished
She turned back around and her features were calm and soothed, but he could the feeling of his heartbeats for a second, allowing her terror to subside. It only took
see the flurry of thoughts spinning behind her eyes. She really was so interesting to another glimpse at his mangled hand and his position by the door for her to deduce
observe at times such as these; like a cryptic puzzle with no obvious reward. Every- what had happened.
thing that buzzed in her heart was so willingly reflected in her autumn-hue gaze, He’d tried to escape.
something he just couldn’t get his head around. It would be wise for her to keep as Malfoy, you bloody idiot...
much hidden as possible; especially from someone she despised. Someone like him. Kneeling at his side, she forced herself to gather her wits; surprised when she re-
“After you’ve finished the book,” she spoke slowly. “I would like you to read alised her cheeks were damp. She’d cried? Well...panic could that to people, and she
Martin Luther King’s autobiography.” could think about it later after she’d kicked the shit out of him for being so stupid.

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 His brow lowered with caution. “Why?”
“I think you would find some of the concepts interesting,” Hermione offered,
her eyes raking down his body from head to toe. “It’s just a suggestion.”
With that, she wandered out of his sight and disappeared into her room, leaving
Draco reluctantly intrigued by her random request. He wouldn’t read it, of course,
if only out of spite.

★★★

TOUCH Hermione didn’t have time to mull over her conversation with Malfoy, as she
was greeted by a very familiar owl pecking relentlessly at her window pane. She
rushed over on anxious feet, throwing open the latch to let the beautiful bird inside.
“Hedwig,” she cooed affectionately as Harry’s faithful pet dropped the letter in
her palm and gave her knuckles a soft nuzzle. “Give the boys my love.”
The Snowy Owl never waited for a response as it was too risky to waste the pre-
cious time, but Hermione always felt disheartened as she hastily took back to the
skies. She would have given anything to write a reply, but it had been agreed that it
was far too dangerous to exchange more parchment than could be helped. If she
HERMIONE HADN’T MANAGED A BLINK OF SLEEP. ever discovered anything that could be useful for the boys, she had to pass it on to
Ginny had become inconsolable fairly quickly, and Hermione had simply McGonagall, and she would find a means to deliver it to Harry and Ron. These rules
rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair until the redhead had become too ex- were strict, and she naturally followed them; albeit begrudgingly.
hausted to remain conscious. She knew Molly comforted her daughter in a similar Merlin, she missed them...
fashion, and she’d spent the majority of the night thinking about her own parents The letter was scratchy in her palm, and as much as she wanted nothing more
and how much she missed them. Her weary brain had then naturally dragged her than to tear it open there and then, she couldn’t. She’d promised Ginny at the be-
to thoughts of Harry and Ron, and finally, Malfoy. ginning of term that they would read all the messages together. If there was one
In her defence, it was impossible not to think of her cold houseguest when he person who was coping slightly worse than Hermione, it was the Weasley sister. It
was always there, but he’d been a little easier on her strained thoughts as of late. was her boyfriend and her brother after all, the girl had every right to feel lost.
Despite his arrogance, prejudices, and the rest of the complicated recipe of flaws, Hermione shrugged on her robes and carefully tucked the letter and her wand
Malfoy was certainly more bearable than he’d been before. She’d even found herself into the pocket before she left her room. A quick scan of the kitchen and the sitting
– accidentally, of course – leaving for the library later than usual so she could spend area informed her that Draco must have retired to his room for the remainder of
more time in his presence. It was all for studious purposes of course; McGonagall the evening, so she quickly left her dorm, heading for Gryffindor Tower.
had asked her to keep an eye on him, and she found it somewhat fascinating to Ten minutes later and she was sat on Ginny’s bed with the redhead at her side,
witness all the subtle changes. nervously fingering the ends of her fiery locks. The only other resident of the room,
Plus, it felt good to have a consistent male presence again, even it was forced, Parvati Patil, was conveniently absent, possibly shacking up with Dean Thomas af-
and said male was a prat. ter their recent attempt at a relationship. The privacy was welcomed by both
Still, watching him adapt to his surroundings, and to her, was so intriguing, and witches as the letters tended to rouse some emotional reactions, and only a select
she had secretly challenged herself to influence him as best she could. Hermione few knew that her two best friends were in contact.
was almost certain that if, and that was a massive if, she could break his prejudices, “Ready?” Hermione sighed, not waiting for a response before she ripped away
then he wouldn’t be so bad to live with. the envelope and unfolded the parchment, her eyes scanning the brief paragraph.
Then again, probably not. Her Gryffindor optimism could be a pain in the backside
at times, but she’d try anyway; if only to erase the word Mudblood from his vocabulary.

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 Girls, Where was she?
All is well. Not much to report. If something had happened to her, would he be stuck here?
Working on something but it might be nothing. Forgotten?
As always, don’t worry. Alone?
Miss and love you both. What would that do to his mind?
H&R What would he do without her scent or showers...?
He needed to get out.
As always, it was short and to the point, lacking any detail in case it was inter-
No way in hell was he staying in here; left to rot away like a peasant with no
cepted. The words were scribbled in Harry’s handwriting this time, and Hermione
worth. He marched quickly to the main door, ignoring the familiar and irritating
watched Ginny trace her fingers across the blunt sentences with tears already bead-
static against his palm, warning him not to grab the handle. But he did anyway.
ing between her lashes. She felt her own eyes burn with the inevitable pining, and
His fist clamped down on the brass, and the pain was instantaneous. It burned
it wasn’t because of what was scrawled across the parchment. It was because of what
his hand and sparked up his arm; scorching his flesh from the inside and searing
wasn’t on the parchment.
across his bones. His instincts screamed at him to let go, but his alarm was too
The boys would never talk like that, and the lack of personality behind the words
strong. He gnashed his teeth in an effort to ignore the pain and tried to push down,
was what she missed the most. Just to read one of Ron’s dull jokes or to have a
but then the fire shot down his spine like blazing scratches. His back arched and he
comforting line from Harry would have been bliss. Hell, she’d have probably
roared with agony; but still, he refused to let go.
screamed with joy if they’d have written something about Quidditch. She just
He could feel himself weakening; the violent flames burning away his energy
wanted her boys back...
and convulsing his muscles. He knew he was spasming with uncontrollable jerks,
“Can you stay tonight?” Ginny blurted over a sob. “P-Parvati’s not here, and I
and another tortured yell tore out of his throat. With one last feeble attempt to es-
don’t want to be alone.”
cape, he put everything he had into opening the door.
Hermione gave her friend a sad nod and pulled her in for a strong hug. “Of
The heat raced right back up his spine and attacked his head, flaring at the nape
course I’ll stay.”
of his neck before it all went numb. He didn’t even feel himself crash to the floor;
★★★
trembling wildly and writhing as the fit rocked every inch of him with dangerous
twitches. And then he was unconscious.
Where the fuck is she?
As Draco had noted so many times before, Granger was a girl of habit; sticking
to her strict routines with nary a glitch. He’d heard her leave not long after their
encounter in the kitchenette, just like every other day; leaving him to his own de-
vices for the evening. He’d read some more of the Muggle novel and had a quick
shower before preparing himself for bed, waiting for Granger’s return.
And there was the glitch.
He knew from his isolation that the habitual twitters of birds usually started at
five in the morning, and she was normally home by three. With a confused glare at
the window, he left his bed and headed into the living room, checking the clock to
find it was exactly ten-past-five, and Granger had definitely not come home.
Home...?
He could think about that later. For now, all he felt was a heavy and dense
weight pulsate in his chest, and it chased away any other notions he could have had.
It felt like panic...Yes, that was panic. Questions quickly clogged his brain, painfully
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 He was hard... But something within him stirred; a warm little twitch just below his naval that
Having indulged in many a sexual fancy, this one was different; simple and sent fast and eager blood between his thighs. He knew the feeling well, but it had
without unnecessary exaggeration. In his head, Granger was exactly how she should been a while; being forced to plot a man’s death tended to consume the mind and
be, with her mussed curls around her shoulders and a thoughtful expression on her steal any thoughts of release, and six months in hiding had hardly helped.
familiar features. Her body...well, he had no idea if the image matched the subject, Still a little lost in Granger’s moans, his hand moved instinctively and absently
but he would guess he was close as his subconscious began to discard items of her to the growing bulge between his hips. His fingers barely managed a pleasing stroke
clothing. He heard the shower start to run, and he inhaled a shaky breath as his before his eyes shot open and he snapped his hand at his side with horror carved
hand shifted lower. into his features. He tore his body away from the wall with an undignified jerk and
He was too far gone to heed the Slytherin voice in his skull and realise what he slammed his palms over his ears. He was shaking with self-loathing and shock as
was doing; and any whispers of doubt were kicked aside as the first of her bathroom he desperately tried to shove her out of his senses, clenching his eyes shut and
purrs reached his ears. Keeping his eyes firmly shut and focussing on fantasy- grinding his teeth.
Granger’s lips, he grabbed the steel-stiff length below his navel. In a trembling heap at the foot of his bed, he didn’t move; didn’t dare move,
Merlin’s Soul... until the click of the main door slipped through his fingers and told him that she’d
Draco needed this. He needed it bad. left for classes. He opened his thunderstorm eyes and his arms fell from his head as
In his head, Granger was in the shower now, and he tightened his fist and began his chest heaved with revulsion and panic.
to pump away his tension. Weeks and months without this release let him know What the HELL was that?
that he wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t care. He didn’t give a shit that his head was His forehead was glossed with a mist of sweat, and his throat was scratchy and
full with forbidden thoughts of her, or that his room was, as always, clogged with dry from his mortified panting. He felt dirty; sullied by the way his body had reacted
her addictive scent. It didn’t matter that the witch was the catalyst to his lustful to that fucking bitch. Merlin’s grave, what was wrong with him? Had his psyche
strain right now, nor did it matter that he made his fantasy-Granger slip her hand become that withered in this Granger-infested cell that he would actually respond
between her thighs to accompany her next moan. in such a sickening manner?
The image sent him over the edge, and a husky sigh-come-roar thundered out NO!
of his throat as the hot fluid splashed across his abdomen. His eyes fluttered open No.
and fantasy-Granger simmered away from his mind, leaving him satisfied and No, it didn’t mean anything. Not a sodding thing.
panting like an Arctic fox who had snagged his prey or a mate. His heart was drum- It had been long months since he’d gained any physical satisfaction, and that
ming against his ribcage as he tried to gather his wits; blinking away some beads of wasn’t counting the fistful of times he’d tossed off in the Scottish shack when Snape
sweat tucked between his lashes. had left to get provisions. It was only normal that his baser instincts should come
The high didn’t last long, but then it never did. into play when he was living so closely to a female.
And what was left behind was self-disgust that was physically painful. He wiped Mudblood or not.
away the remains of his orgasm with a pair of boxers and turned over; curling up It was inevitable, but he could control it. He had to.
into a defeated semi-foetal position. He could feel the cold clawing over his skin He raised his head and found King’s autobiography near his feet. With a loud
now, but he didn’t cover himself with the blanket. There was no excuse for what swallow to get rid of the sandy edge in his throat, he grabbed the book with still-
he’d just done, and the cold brought reality back that little bit quicker. quivering fingers and flicked to the first page. Distraction was essential.
The worst thing was, he had no idea if he wanted to slam his skull against the
wall until his imagination tumbled out of his ears, or give himself another ride. ★★★
He didn’t cover his head with a pillow to block her out. He should have done,
but he didn’t. Instead, he let her shower sounds numb his brain and distract him “Reading?” McGonagall echoed with a thoughtful expression. “Yes, I suppose
from the reality. that would be an ideal way for Mr Malfoy to keep busy.”
He’d just masturbated to Hermione Granger. “I have given him some of my Muggle books,” Hermione confessed. “I...I
The Mudblood. thought I could perhaps change his view on Muggles-
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“But I would advise you don’t get too carried away with that idea. Mr Malfoy seems
pretty fixed in his ways-
“I know that,” the brunette cut in. “But I don’t think he’s as bad as he makes out. He’s
intelligent, and I think if I could just feed that seed of doubt, he might see some sense.”
The Headmistress pursed her lips and tapped her finger pensively against her chin.
“Your opinion on Mr Malfoy has changed,” she said slowly; a statement, not a question.
“Well,” Hermione started awkwardly. “I just think I understand him a little bet-
ter, and I think he’s adapting well to me too. I’m pretty sure his perception of me
has changed in the last month, so maybe I could convince him that his prejudices
have no basis.”
McGonagall considered the younger witch carefully. “If you must,” she
DOUBT
breathed hesitantly. “Then I would recommend that you don’t get your hopes up
and just be careful. But I trust your judgement, Hermione.”
“Thank you,” she nodded with a small smile. “That means a lot, Professor.”
“And how has he been doing otherwise?” the older witch asked. “Any odd be-
haviour, or outbursts of any kind?”
Hermione’s brain was instantly harassed with flashing memories of Saturday,
and coming home to find Malfoy passed out on the floor. She’d assured him that
his escape attempt would remain between them; Merlin, she’d pretty much prom- FUCKING HELL.
ised him. In hindsight, it had been a rash decision, and while her loyalties to This was hard.
McGonagall were resolute and infinite, she couldn’t break a promise. So hard...
Malfoy or not. After the longest night of his life, during which he hadn’t managed one second
“No,” she shook her head, ignoring the guilt. “No, he just spends most of his of sleep, he was basking in the morning sun seeping in through the window. He felt
time in his room.” blurry today; still confused and agitated about the incident with Granger, and weary
“Okay,” the Professor spoke with a slightly sceptical tone. “Well, keep me in- with insomnia. In a random moment of spontaneity, he’d stripped away all his
formed on his behaviour. And how are you doing, Miss Granger?” clothes to see if the cold air or the warm rays would make him feel more alive; more
“I’m fine,” she responded automatically, tilting her head to give McGonagall a real, but he felt like a ghost.
curious look. “Why do you ask?” A flimsy creature on the crest of reality, but not quite there.
“I’m just checking you are feeling well,” she offered in an even tone. “I under- It must have been pushing into sociable hours because he could hear Granger
stand that things are difficult at the moment and I just want to ensure that you are starting to stir, and a pained cringe stole his face. This was what he’d been dreading
doing okay.” and yet waiting for all night; his favourite part of his degrading routine. A sheer
Hermione shrugged. “I know I have it easier than a lot of other people,” she gloss of sweat broke out across his naked skin as he listened to her move into the
answered honestly, licking her lips. “I’m really okay, Professor.” bathroom, and when he thought he caught a dash of her taste in his mouth, that
“If you say so,” McGonagall muttered with obvious concern. “But I’d like you sensitive spot under his stomach twitched. A-fucking-gain.
to know that you are free to discus anything you wish with me whenever you like.” It was so hard...
The young Gryffindor forced this smile. “Thank you.” He tried to shove it away, but his head was too muddled to really resist the pull
“One more thing,” the greying witch continued. “I need to make a trip to on his body. He heard, what he assumed, was her clothes thudding to the floor, and
Hogsmeade this weekend and you and Mr MacMillan are welcome to join me to he gulped down a throaty swallow. Closing his sleep-deprived eyes, his imagination
get some things. You might want to ask your friends if they need anything.” inflicted him with colourful and dangerous images of her. He succumbed to them
“Okay,” she said, rising from her seat. “I’ll see you Saturday, Professor.” quickly; too tired to put up a decent fight and too captivated by the fantasies to
ignore them.

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 Yes, he had definitely gone mad. ★★★
Praise Salazar for the little spark in his brain that jolted him back to reality, and
reminded him who and what she was. It was late, and the wind was wild again; howling through the abandoned library
Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood. like the prayers of dying men.
He ripped himself too quickly and stumbled on clumsy feet, shooting her a Hermione shuddered and surged a bit more magic into her Lumos charm,
look a pure contempt and bewilderment as his head spun. Granger looked a little drawing her limbs in a little tighter to battle the chill. Her breath left her lips in
too...inviting then; mouth slightly parted and a rosy blush staining her cheeks and ghostly mists as she tried to concentrate on the passage-laced pages, willing her
the skin across her collarbone. Too human. Too normal. Fuck, he needed to get heavy eyes to stay open. It was useless; the wind was too bold and her body too
to his room. exhausted to remain here.
“Nothing happened,” he repeated between the panicked heaves of his chest. She hadn’t returned to her dorm after classes like she normally did, as Neville
“You understand, Granger? And if you ever need help again, I swear to you on my had near-begged her for some help with a Transfiguration assignment, and she’d
name as a Malfoy that I will watch you suffer and enjoy every second of it.” seen no point in leaving once he had finished. Her uniform had become scratchy
His dark and steady words stabbed her like ice-cold darts. “Draco, I- and musky from her too-long day, and she’d barely managed a cheese and pickle
“Just stay away from me,” he threatened in a low whisper, retreating back to- sandwich after her meeting with McGonagall at lunch. She was starving, stiff and
wards his room. “Stay the fuck away from me!” frustrated that the night had denied her any progress. Just like every other night.
And Hermione was left alone, guiltily wondering if she’d have let him kiss her again. Another shrill wail of the weather rattled her nerves and she slammed the book
On the other side of the door, Draco sank to his knees and cradled his aching shut with a forlorn sigh. The sounds screamed around her and she hurriedly packed
head in his palms, cursing her to Merlin’s grave and back for reducing him to this up her belongings, casting wary glances at the surrounding shadows. With quick
pathetic excuse for a wizard. With no magic and his sanity in a fragile state, he de- and silent footfalls, she rushed down the hollow and menacing corridors with her
termined that this was lowest point of his life, and the worst thing was, only she heart pounding against her chest. Catching flimsy reflections of herself in the win-
seemed to ease the tempest in his brain. dows and convinced that she could feel a stranger’s footsteps behind her, she moved
With that disconcerting notion misting his mind and another migraine coming into a full sprint.
along, he would have surrendered the flimsy crumbs of his pride for another taste “Ad Lucem!” she hissed at the yawning lions, ploughing into her room and seal-
of her; if only to chase away the demons that would make sleep impossible. ing her stare as she sank to the floor and tried to regain her scattered composure.
What the fuck is she doing to me? “What the hell is wrong with you?”
And why did he have a feeling that things would only get worse from here? Hermione flinched away from the voice, her eyes wide and a hand at her chest
to calm her fright. “Bloody hell, Malfoy!” she scolded over her flustered wheezing.
“What are you doing?”
He regarded her with viper, calculating eyes, and his previous plans to ignore
her at all costs, decided after his...problem in the morning, dissipated. It was too
tempting to rile her up when she looked all jittery and vulnerable, and he relished
her unpredictability. A month in her presence and he still found her impossible to
read, and despite that twitch under his stomach reminding him it was a potentially
risky decision, he found himself desiring to see how this played out.
He took a little comfort in seeing Granger all ruffled in her uniform; skirt con-
servatively below the knee, unlike many of the other girls who flashed some leg, and
her shirt buttons all neatly fastened. The girl wouldn’t have known how to dress
provocatively if her life depended on it, and it deluded him into believing that this
morning was nothing more than an anatomical glitch.
Surely no harm would come from toying with the little Gryffin-dick, if only to
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 “What are you doing on the floor?” he countered coldly from the kitchenette. room. “And as I said, Granger; don’t let that overworked brain of yours read too
“And what’s got you so bloody jumpy?” much into this.”
She gulped down some of her panic when another blast of wind sounded too Hermione felt the cold wrap around her quickly as he headed away, and some-
human. “I... I’m not jumpy- thing niggled in her head as she watched the fine muscles across his shoulders flex.
“Oh, of course,” he smirked cruelly, analysing her features expertly and recog- She wasn’t satisfied with the way he had ended their discussion, and that Gryffindor
nising all the telling signs. “I forgot about your pathetic issue with the wind- bravery combined with her own curiosity was a dangerous mixture at times like
“Shut up, Malfoy,” she snapped, rising to her feet and straightening her posture these. The question jumped past her teeth before she could help it.
to regain a little dignity. “Why do you always have to lurk around- “And what about what happened after you helped me?”
“I’m not lurking,” Draco calmly argued, leaning against the counter and folding She knew her voice had wavered, but she didn’t care as he stalled abruptly before
his arms. “I’m simply standing here- he could reach his door. The air in the room instantly grew thicker and uneasy, and
“Well...why?” she questioned clumsily, ditching her bag by the sofas. “You’re her fawny eyes were glued to him as he slowly turned to shoot her a fierce glare that
not normally awake when I get home- took her breath away. Looking somewhere between incensed and disturbed, she
“Wrong again, Granger,” he interrupted. “I am always awake when you get found herself yet again noting his aristocratic and infuriatingly striking features.
home. I’m just usually in my room.” He really was so...
She looked puzzled and agitated, and his smug smirk widened slightly. “You’re “Nothing happened,” Draco growled slowly, taking steps back towards her and
always awake?” pointing a rage-trembling finger at her. “Do you hear me, Granger? Nothing fuck-
“Trying to sleep through your heavy-handed noise is impossible, Granger,” he ing happened-
told her bluntly. “As I said before, it’s like living with a Dyspraxic Giant- “Then I must remember things differently,” she fired back, lifting her chin de-
“I am not heavy-handed! I am- fiantly. “Because I recall-
“Loud and annoying,” he finished with a bored tone. “And a pain in the arse- “Shut the hell-
“Wait,” Hermione mumbled quietly. “Then...you’re having trouble sleeping too?” “That you and I-
Shit. “Don’t,” he barked, close enough now that his senses were once again overpow-
Draco realised his mistake too late. “I sleep fine,” he said, giving her pointed ered by her. “Nothing happened! And nothing ever will happen! So, you just shut
look. “Even if your Gryffindor beds are ridiculously uncomfortable.” your filthy Mud-
The brunette paused and tilted her head; her honeyed eyes dancing up and “Mudblood mouth?” she finished evenly, tilting her head boldly to the side and
down the length of him cautiously. “So... what were you doing in the kitchen?” folding her arms over her chest. “I know I’ve struck a nerve with your prejudices
“I was trying to make a drink,” he rolled his eyes, gesturing to her kettle. “But against Muggles, Malfoy, so you can use that silly little word all you like, because I
your fucking Muggle shit is broken- know you are starting doubt yourself-
“It’s not broken,” she muttered a little distantly, shifting her weight. “I’ll get “You are so bloody stupid!” he countered, but there was a hint of hesitation
changed and I’ll make us some- there that he hoped she couldn’t hear. “I loathe you and your kind, and you and
“I don’t want you to make me- your Mudblood mouth have only proved to me how vile you all are-
“Oh, don’t be so childish,” she frowned, but it faltered when the wind roared “Well, you kissed this Mudblood’s mouth!”
again. She dented her bottom lip with anxiety as she weighed up her pride against her “NO, I FUCKING DIDN’T!”
fear and sudden loneliness. “Look, I need to ask you a few questions anyway, so- The flushed and agitated pair froze when their noses brushed softly; gold and
“Questions?” Draco echoed. “Why should I answer any- silver eyes going round and confused. Hermione didn’t dare move as his delectable
“Malfoy, stop it,” she scorned with an irritated huff. “I’m not trying to pull anything- little breaths fell into her mouth again, and that warm throb in her chest returned.
“Sure- Draco looked horrified and perhaps a little...fearful as the silence stretched around
“The questions I have are about your stay and how to possibly make it them, as he did everything he could to smother that almost instinctive urge to steal
more...comfortable for you,” she explained, heading to her room. “So, stop being so- another taste.
“You have ten minutes,” he warned, leaving the kitchen and collapsing heavily He closed his eyes.
into the couch he had slept on the other night. “Hurry up, Granger.”

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her sides; backing her up until she was trapped between him and the counter. She It took Hermione less than two minutes to change into a baggy t-shirt and her
felt panic bubble in her chest; not because she thought he would hurt her, but loose bottoms, and she also gathered her blanket, knowing the bellowing night
because he was too close. Her alarmed breathing was sucking in his drugging and would banish her to sitting room again. Draco tapped his foot impatiently against
masculine smell, and she found her body swarming with heat as their proximity the coffee table’s leg as she prepared two cups of steaming chocolate, and Hermione
ached beneath her skin. nibbled at her tongue to halt the biting words at the tip.
She watched with wide eyes as he seemed to falter and pull away a little, swaying “Right,” the witch exhaled, setting down their mugs and relaxing into the oppo-
on his feet with small but seductive movements. The air was wedged in her throat site couch. “I’m going to Hogsmeade this weekend and I thought you might want
as he towered over her with his features set in a tense scowl and a growl humming me to get some things for you-
in his windpipe. “I don’t need you to get anything for me!” he spat, rising from his seat with
“I want to get some things straight,” he snapped bluntly, and she jumped at his furious movements. “How many times do I need to tell you, Granger? Are you
voice. “I didn’t help you because I give a shit about your life- bloody deaf? I don’t need anything from you-
“I- “I knew you’d react like that,” she told him, her tone prim and controlled like this
“Shut up,” he hissed cruelly, gripping her wrists a little tighter. “I am deadly was simply a business meeting. “Look, it’s not my money; it’s Hogwarts’ money, and
serious, Granger. I know how your pathetic little head works, and I am telling you seeing as your father was one of the Governors, it’s technically your family’s money.”
now that it didn’t mean a bloody thing!” It wasn’t true. Hermione would be paying for anything that he requested, as-
“Then why did you help me?” she asked as effortlessly as she could, schooling suming it was within her price range. She’d expected that he would take her offer
her expression into a controlled mask. “Why bother- as an insult to his pride, and had invented her little white lie to convince him. She
“Because I bloody had to!” he shouted. “If you had died then I- wasn’t sure why, but she wanted him to have a few comforts to call his own; perhaps
“Would have been blamed,” she finished in disappointed tone. “Except you to possibly calm his mood, or maybe it was something else that she couldn’t quite
wouldn’t. You have no magic, Malfoy. Do you honestly believe they would have put her finger on.
pinned a bee sting on you- The pretty Gryffindor couldn’t help but look at him differently after his escape
“I think you and your precious Order would do anything to get rid of me- attempt, and the way he had cupped her cheek with his bloody palm. She’d never
“Well, you’re wrong,” she bit back quickly. “They wouldn’t- once considered the possibility that Malfoy could be gentle in anything that he did,
“I don’t care!” he spat, dipping his head a little closer. “I’m telling you here and and his sticky caress had completely thrown her; made her more aware of his needs
now that I don’t give a flying fuck if you live or die.” and feelings. Seeing the Dark Mark should have appalled her and reignited her an-
It shouldn’t have hurt her, but it did. She felt something in her chest shrink and ger towards him, but it hadn’t. Instead, she found McGonagall’s voice swimming
shrivel like burning parchment, but she did everything she could not to let it show. in her mind.
“You helped me, and I helped you,” Draco continued crisply. “We’re even, so It might do you well to remember that he was forced into his mission when you
let’s just leave it at that and return to hating each other.” are dealing with him.
“Then we’re back where we started,” she sighed, hating the edge of sadness to Hermione told herself she didn’t care, not quite anyway, but she’d moved from
her whisper. hatred, to indifference, to something else. She just didn’t know what. She studied
Draco blinked at her odd comment as a heavy and humid silence settled be- him with her calm gaze as he warily retook his seat, resting his chin against the back
tween them. Her little puffs of air were brushing across the skin of his face, and it of his knuckles.
was taking every stitch of his self-control not to glance down at her mouth. She felt “And you’re offering to collect these things for me?” he asked sceptically. “Why?”
so charmingly vulnerable and petite against him, and he blamed it yet again on this “Purely selfish reasons,” she grinned. “If you have some luxuries, you might be
claustrophobic hell and the remains of her blood still waltzing in his veins. He a bit more pleasant.”
needed to sever this discussion with her; he could feel that incessant and unwel- Draco scoffed. “It will take more than some toys to make me pleasant towards
come hunger for a lick of her beginning to cloud his sanity again. He needed to get you, Granger,” he told her firmly, eyeing her with a half-lidded stare. “Aside from
away from her... that unlikely notion, you’re not expecting anything in return?”
“We are done here,” he snarled, releasing her wrists and striding towards his “I know you wouldn’t agree to anything I asked anyway,” she shrugged. “And
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 He felt his jaw twitch. “Fine,” he rasped out. “I am getting rather sick of those With vibrating fingers and a lost heartbeat, she pushed open her door and found
red bed covers, so get me some green ones. And that sodding shampoo of yours- the room painted in darkness. Scanning the jumble of shadows warily and finding
“Hold on a second,” Hermione said, reaching for her bag. “I’ll write this down.” only familiar shapes and outlines, she made her way to her small kitchenette and
As she removed her parchment and her quill, one of her allergy shots tumbled concluded a hot chocolate would ease some of her nerves. Assuming Malfoy was in
out of her bag and rolled across the floor to tap Draco’s feet. The pale wizard picked his room and would be for the remainder of the night, she rolled her shoulders and
it up with his lean fingers and analysed it carefully, turning it over and cocking an allowed herself to relax. Silently igniting some of the candles, just to create a nice
eyebrow at the illustrations along the cylindrical object. pre-slumber glow as she fixed herself the steaming drink, the witch was completely
“What, Muggles can’t read now?” he mocked. “Should have guessed- oblivious to the pair of serpentine eyes watching her every movement.
“They’re directional pictures,” the brunette retorted angrily. “If I have an aller- Draco observed her from the couch, missing the darkness that had shielded him
gic attack and someone finds it, the pictures explain how to give me the shot.” before Granger had brought a little light into the room. Typical. She hadn’t noticed
“Why don’t you just do it yourself?” him, which was odd because he would swear she’d looked straight at him when
“If I reach a certain stage I won’t be able to,” she explained. “They’re a precaution- she’d shuffled past the door, but then maybe it had been darker than he’d thought.
“And if you don’t get the shot?” he asked, shooting the witch a wary look and Ensuring his breaths were quiet and steady, he openly stared at her back; start-
realising he was too interested in her answer. “What happens then?” ing at her jumbled mass of curls, and sliding down her spine to end at the feminine
“I could die,” she stated, and Draco didn’t like how flippant her comment flare of her hips just visible under her robes. He’d intended to disturb her now;
sounded. “Just chuck it here, Malfoy. Let’s get on with your list.” perhaps scare her and threaten her for his own amusement and to prove that his
Draco looked away from her with an unsettling sensation fluttering in his gut, earlier slip meant nothing. That had been the plan, but yet again it simmered as a
and his grey-ice stare went back to the strange item in his grip. He inspected the distant mist glossed his gaze as he studied the frustrating witch.
images one last time before he tossed it over to her and licked his teeth thoughtfully, She tilted her head and gave the nape of her neck a slow rub before she slipped
clasping his hands together. off her robes and tossed them onto the counter. He couldn’t help but focus on the
“So, you’re scared of the wind, and a measly bee can kill you,” he reiterated in barely-visible bra straps beneath her white shirt, and he was just able to make out
his husky voice. “I thought you Gryffindors were supposed to be indestructible, or they were light blue. Simple and serene; typical Granger, but that spasm between
does that annoying trait only apply to that scarred prick you hang around with?” his hips twitched again anyway. He left his seat carefully; slinking around the fur-
“I’m human,” she whispered quietly, meeting his sullen stare purposefully. “I niture and shadows with inaudible footfalls as he edged a little closer to her.
have flaws, just like everyone else.” Perhaps if he could get near to her, he could inhale enough of her scent to imi-
Draco frowned and snapped out of his unwelcome thoughts. “Whatever,” he tate her taste...
growled. “Anyway, I want green bedding and some new shower stuff. That cheap Catching himself and the dangerous thought, he reminded himself how repul-
shit you use is starting to grate away my skin.” sive she was with her inferior blood. An image of that Muggle book she’d insisted
“Don’t get my hopes up,” she mumbled sarcastically, earning her a sharp glare he read flashed across his lids, but he shoved it away and planted a scornful sneer
as she scribbled down his requests. “Anything else?” on his face, just to reflect how much he really despised her.
“A few boxes of Bertie Bott’s beans,” he replied. “And some Toothflossing And he did. Honestly; he did. Really.
Stringmints.” And she needed to know that.
“Nothing else for your room?” Slipping into the kitchenette, he was now close enough that he could touch her,
“I doubt there’s anything in Hogsmeade that could make that room any less and the innocent little witch was oblivious until he scuffed his foot against the floor.
tragic,” he muttered cynically. “The bedding will do.” Hermione spun around so fast she knocked her mug across the side, and sent it
“Fine. Anything else?” smashing and pouring to the floor with a loud crunch. Her hair was whipped across
The Slytherin prince paused and cocked his head with consideration. “If Tomes her face; caught between parted and damp lips as her eyes blazed with stormy sur-
and Scrolls has anything new, get me something to read. Your Muggle shit is start- prise. She was panting frantically as she stumbled back, and his hand darted out to
ing to give a migraine.” grab her wrist.
She narrowed her eyes. “I thought you said it wasn’t that bad- “Draco,” she gasped, trying to pull away and shield her face. “What are you-
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 “Only if it’s bothering you,” she shrugged, turning the page of her book. “Would “I’d rather read some decent Wizard literature,” he scowled at her. “That book
you like to stay in the Ravenclaw Tower tonight? I know you don’t like to be alone you told me to read is just fucking bizarre.”
when it’s windy.” “You’re reading the Martin Luther King book?” she asked, her fawny eyes wide
It was a tempting offer. She’d been purposefully putting off returning to her with interest. “What do you think of it?”
dorm; to him, and here was the perfect opportunity to prolong that separation. This “I assumed that you would have told me to read it in some futile effort to brain-
was where her Gryffindor courage became an impediment; stubbornly telling her wash me into liking Muggles,” he hissed with distaste, regurgitating the words with
that avoiding her own home was a cowardly option. Her commonsense also a venomous look. “But your stupid little plan backfired because all it did was prove
jumped in and reminded her that she would have to confront the situation eventu- how fucking disgusting Muggles really are.”
ally, and the longer she avoided it, the more she would lose face. It took everything she had not lunge across the table and slap him. “Okay,” she
“No, it’s okay,” she sighed reluctantly. “I find it difficult to sleep in a different bed.” breathed with obvious strain. “Why do you say that?”
“Okay,” Luna agreed blankly, slowly packing up her belongings. “Well, if you “Because according to that book, Muggles enslaved black Muggles and treated
change your mind, I’m sure you’d be able to crack the riddle.” them like shit,” he spat, apparently very angry at the notion. “Unless I have misin-
“Thanks. Do you want me to walk you back?” terpreted the book?”
“I prefer the walk alone,” she replied, rising from her seat and giving the “No,” Hermione sighed. “That’s right.”
Gryffindor a long look. “I don’t know what has made your lips look different, but Draco sneered at her. It was a preposterous and alien concept that had instantly
it suites you, Hermione.” grasped his disgusted attention, and something that he had never even considered
The older witch couldn’t stifle the flinch. “You’re imagining it,” she replied with an issue within any society. Discrimination against skin colour was unheard of in
forced nonchalance, unable to feel a sliver impatience towards the girl as she turned Wizarding history, and the thought just made his despise Muggles that little bit
to leave. That paranoia was back though. “Goodnight, Luna.” more. Blaise, possible the only one of his friends who he respected, was dark-
“Goodnight,” she replied over her shoulder as she disappeared amongst the aisles. skinned, and the idea that he would have been mistreated because of the tone of his
Hermione pursed her lips and would swear she tongued a whisper of Malfoy’s skin infuriated him, and simply concreted how barbaric and inferior Muggles were.
fruity taste as she did. Dear Merlin, this was hard. That barely-nothing-incident “Fucking morons,” he grumbled, curling back his lip as he watched her. “And
had turned her into a fumbling fool with dangerous thoughts that were too quick you defend this scum?”
and wild to really grasp. The worst thing was, she had no idea if she would choose The witch inhaled another calming breath and decided she would have to chose
to eradicate it from her memory, or if all the confusion was worth the pleasant tingle her words very carefully if she wanted this to work in her favour. “It was a shameful
inside her mouth. Had it even counted as a kiss? period that Muggles regret-
“Oh, sod it,” she whispered to herself, gathering her things and a couple of extra “Shameful is an understatement,” Draco told her, tapping his foot with agita-
texts on Dark Magic and Horcruxes before she left the library. tion. “I thought you were the clever one-
The November winds would almost certainly discard her to sleep on the sofa “I never once said I thought it was right,” she defended quickly. “I’m saying that
again, and she highly doubted that Malfoy would be joining her this time. She it happened and-
wasn’t sure how she felt about that. While she was quite content to have as much “Well, it’s a bloody joke,” he snarled, his breathing slightly elevated with his ire.
distance from him as possible, the two nights that she’d slept near Draco had been “I can’t believe you would side with a species that would segregate according to skin
her longest and most relaxing rests since Harry and Ron had left. She told herself it colour. It’s jut skin. It’s not something anyone can control.”
was simply because his company provided some level of security, but there was There it is...
something hypnotic about his breaths in the night... Hermione swallowed away a nervous scratch in her windpipe and squared her
She paused as she came to her room, realising she was shaking slightly and her shoulders. “Yes,” she said as steadily as she could. “It’s unfair to judge a person by
heart was rattling loudly inside her ribcage. She inhaled until it started to burn and something they can’t help, isn’t it?”
released the air as slowly as possible, nervously flicking her fingernails and practi- Draco snapped his head up and wanted to inhale the words back into his mouth.
cally eating her bottom lip. The topic of their heated conversation had instantly crested into a sensitive terri-
“Godric, give me strength,” she mumbled, offering the curious lions her pass- tory; her blood.
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 The creases of his earlier rage slowly dissipated from his snowy features, leaving “Then I have no issue with it,” the Headmistress said. “And I think it might...do
wide silver eyes and slightly parted lips. His fair eyebrows drew together with ill- you some good to see her. You’re looking a lot more troubled recently-
veiled confusion and something that bordered anxiety seized every muscle in his “Wait,” the younger witch frowned as Draco slipped back into her head. Lips.
sinewy shape. He was tense and stiff, but when Hermione took a closer look, she “What about Malfoy?”
could see the small, volatile vibrations of his clasped hands, and she stilled her “What about him?” she replied calmly. “You said yourself he spends most of the
breaths. The silence was humid, and Hermione didn’t dare flinch when a rumble of time in his room. If anything, I’m sure he will be pleased to have some time on his
wind sliced it in half. own, and I would recommend you make the most of this little break from him. I
“You sly bitch,” Draco murmured quietly, his expression blank. “You did that know that you must find living with him difficult.”
on purpose- You have no idea, Professor...as of today, it just got that much more difficult...
“I simply gave you some history and facts,” she reasoned with deceptive com- “I guess,” the brunette whispered, realising she had yet another secret, and this
posure. “You came to your own conclusion- one was possibly the worst. “Are we still going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”
“It’s different, Granger!” he interrupted adamantly, banging his balled fist onto “Of course,” McGonagall nodded. “I imagine many of your friends have asked
the table with a shrill bash. “The circumstances are completely fucking different!” you to bring things back.”
“The circumstances are always different,” she said slowly, ignoring the compulsion I only asked Malfoy...
to back away from him. “But...but the point and the problem are always the same- “No,” she murmured, sealing her eyes to hide her guilt. “Just the one.”
“Fuck you,” he growled. “If you think this has changed my opinions towards
Muggles then you are bloody wrong, Granger!” ★★★
“That’s up to you,” she shrugged with forced nonchalance, but she could see the
doubt behind the silver flecks in his stormy glare, and that was what she had .”Don’t you think it’s sad?”
wanted. “Is there anything else you’d like me to get from Hogsmeade?” Hermione arched an eyebrow at her bright-haired companion. “Do I think
Draco relaxed is mouth and leaned back into the couch, warily keeping his at- what’s sad?”
tention on her innocent features. “You know, you’re quite a conniving cow, “That all those bees are going to die,” Luna said quietly, adjusting herself in the
Granger,” he told her blandly. library chair. “Twenty-two people were bitten, so that’s at least twenty-two bees.”
Despite the gravity of their previous words, Hermione couldn’t stop the femi- She offered her friend a weak but affectionate smile and privately thanked the
nine giggle that trickled from her lips. “That from a Slytherin,” she remarked. “I pretty blonde for providing her with some level of a distraction. The library was cold
might be tempted to take that as a compliment from you, Malfoy.” and empty save two fifth years stashed away in the other corner, and the winter even-
“Don’t,” he said, his tone notably calmer but still tense. “And need I remind you ing was starting to cast a navy darkness into the musky space. Surrounded by en-
that it is the Slytherin House that receives the most negative preconceptions? So, chanting books and in Luna’s innocent presence, Hermione found her tempestuous
you can jump right off that high horse of yours, Granger, because you judge too.” thoughts about Malfoy had calmed a little, although she knew it was only temporary.
The tawny-haired witch blinked in uninhibited surprise. “I...I guess you’re right,” “Don’t worry, Luna, it’s just a myth,” Hermione told her warmly. “Only female
she admitted begrudgingly. “But unfortunately, you conform to the stereotype- Honeybees die after they sting, and Hogwarts only keeps Bumblebees.”
“But you made that decision before you ever met me,” he argued back. “And “Oh, that’s good news,” she mumbled, raising her head and trailing her lazy eyes
you made the same assumptions about every other Slytherin.” over the other girl’s features. “Your lips still look different, Hermione.”
Hermione licked her lips and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she started slowly. “No they don’t,” the hazel-eyed witch defended. “They are fine-
“Then I apologise for jumping to conclusions.” She paused to fix him with an al- “But your hand is all healed,” she continued absently. “Perhaps you’ve reacted
most sad gaze. “It’s a shame you lived up to them.” to something else a little stronger.”
Draco tore his eyes away from her and stared at his woven fingers, feeling yet That was the thing with Ravenclaw’s angelic sweetheart; while her tone re-
another odd flicker within his chest; roused by something she had said or done. His mained consistently bland, she would often mutter a seemingly innocent comment
body and brain continued to react to her with unwelcome twitches and sensations, that would leave you feeling either enlightened or paranoid. It was definitely the
and he wondered briefly if it was simply psychosomatic. Either his sanity really was latter in this case.
seeping out of his ears, or Granger was less...annoying. “I can’t think of anything,” Hermione replied stiffly. “Does it matter?”

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her head, so she had no idea how exactly Malfoy had found her or the specifics of him He had no idea which option he preferred.
injecting her. All that battered her brain was him and what had happened afteerwards...
Godric. Godric. Godric...Have I really been that starved of company? ★★★
She would admit that her desire to alter and erase his prejudices had become
somewhat of an obsession, but Dumbledore had seen something in Draco that was It was an accident.
redeemable, and she saw it too now. Her loneliness didn’t exactly help their predic- Draco hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the sofa again; lulled into a too-perfect
ament, and she had a feeling that it had contributed to her fascination with the small sleep by her musical breaths. He’d woken up with an inappropriate stiffness be-
changes she’d noticed in him recently. Those changes were only minuscule but she tween his legs and a twisted urge to steal a touch while she slept.
was fixated on them; fixated on him. Maybe a taste...
She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help that she’d started to kiss him back... Her scent was stronger in the mornings and deliciously musky, and it embedded
She’d allowed herself to get steered by a breathtaking situation, and it would itself into his sinuses. It reminded him of Summer outside; the Summer he had
never happen again. Ever. She was still determined to break his brainwashed mind- missed cooped away in Scotland, and he craved it. Her. With silent gratitude to
set, but she needed to keep her brain in check and remember herself. Malfoy was Merlin that he’d woken first, he hastily headed to his room to nurse away his bone-
still Malfoy, and she had to maintain a sensible distance with him, even if his lips hard erection, unable to resist a small stroke of her chaotic hair with slightly trem-
had felt like... bling fingers.
...like water-damp feathers... Her lips had never looked so inviting at that moment; slightly dry from sleep
She would have never guessed he would feel so soft. with an invitation for him to moisten them. But he didn’t yield to the revolting
Hermione blinked when she realised McGonagall’s mouth was moving. “W- temptation, and quickly ripped himself away, silently scolding himself all the way
what?” she stuttered, giving her professor an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I didn’t to his room.
quite hear you.” He collapsed in a lonely corner of the room and buried his face in his palms,
“I said that despite Mr Malfoy’s questionable reasons for helping you,” the letting his self-disgust burn him from the inside out with throbbing heat. He had
Headmistress spoke, concentrating on the younger witch’s wounded hand. “I hope no idea who he hated more at that moment; her or himself.
you thanked him appropriately.” And the worst thing; her little trick last night had left questions chewing at his
Hermione could barely manage a slow nod as she averted her eyes, silently de- mind even in his sleep. Granger was...altering things, plucking away thoughts like
ciding that her gratitude towards the spiteful Slytherin had been far from appropri- dying petals and muddling them up for her own amusement.
ate. “Yes, Professor.” What the fuck was she doing to him?
“I do have some news which might cheer you up,” she offered with a rare grin,
★★★
and they were getting even rarer these days. “I received a letter from Nymphadora-
“Tonks?” she asked, her head snapping up with interest. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine as far as I know,” the professor assured. “She’s coming to visit for a Hermione had batted her lids by the morning and felt blissfully rested and
couple of days to discus some safety measures for Hogwarts- warm, if a little disorientated. With no recollection of actually falling asleep, she
“Will I see her? Please let me see her, Prof- wondered when exactly Malfoy had left, but a quick glance at the clock had told her
“Calm down,” McGonagall sighed. “She wants to keep her head down, so she’s she was running late on her morning routine and she didn’t have time to mull over
staying in The Three Broomsticks, and I’m happy to give you permission to stay it. She skipped her shower and settled on a Scourgify to fake some freshness, before
with her for a couple of nights- hurrying down to Herbology. Her classes passed by slowly, and she spent her lunch
“Oh, thank you,” Hermione smiled, relieved for this distraction in her otherwise in the library with company in the form of a ham sandwich and her studies on
troublesome day. “Thank you so much, Professor. When is she coming?” Horcruxes.
“Next Thursday and she’ll be leaving on Saturday,” she explained, finishing up Another couple of hours amongst the creaking stacks and aisles after her les-
with Hermione’s hand. “I expect you to attend all your classes, but I doubt you sons, and she decided to head back to her dorm. Thoughts of Malfoy invaded her
would have missed them anyway.” as she meandered down the empty corridors, dredging up memories of their heavy
“Of course not, Professor.” conversation last night. It had been one of the most intense discussions she could

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ever recall having, and while she was certain that she’d successfully managed to get “Aren’t you allergic to bee stings, Hermione?” the other witch interrupted her thought.
through to him on some level, it felt like a hollow victory. He’d looked puzzled and “Yes, I was just-
lost, and it hadn’t suited his striking features or his demeanour at all. “Your lips look a little different,” the blonde commented calmly, and Gryffindor’s
Too focussed on her blond houseguest, Hermione didn’t notice the incessant princess felt her blood burn her cheeks. “And your eyes are a bit glazed.”
hum around her head, nor did she notice the red blotch on the back of her hand She swallowed hard. “It’s just-
until she reached for the doorknob. “Oh, Miss Granger!” a new voice interrupted, and Hermione glanced up to find
She’d been stung. a rather flustered McGonagall approaching her. “There you are. Mr Longbottom
“Oh shit,” she whispered, barging her way into her dorm and burying her said you would be in the library, the silly boy. Have you been bitten? Are you okay?”
hand in her bag. “I-I think so,” the brunette stuttered. “I mean...yes, I was stung, but I-
She could feel it now; the venom rushing skywards and bubbling in her throat, “Right,” the headmistress interrupted, motioning for Hermione to follow her.
triggering the anaphylaxis. Her wind passage was starting close up and restrict her “Come on, I’ll double-check you now. Can’t be too careful with your allergy.”
breathing, and she sputtered and coughed as she frantically rummaged through the “I’ll come and find you after, Luna,” she whispered to her friend as she trailed
contents of her bag. Her head began to throb and swell, and she could feel her knees behind the older witch. “Professor, I need-
buckling with fleeting energy as she struggled to suck in more oxygen. “Sit on the bed, Miss Granger,” McGonagall bade, pulling the curtain to seclude
“Malfoy!” she wheezed out desperately, sinking gracelessly to the floor and drag- them. “Now, where were you bitten?”
ging her bag with her, scattering her belongings across the floorboards. “Draco!” “Here,” she replied, showing the other witch the swollen skin between her
There went the remains of her strangled voice, as the fringes of her vision knuckles and wrist. “But I-
started to blur and her surroundings began to wilt. Distantly, she heard a door “And you managed to give yourself the allergy shot in time?”
open, and a tall shadow lingered at the edge of her view, but it was too distorted “No, I-
for her to make sense of it. “I’ll have to get Poppy to-
That was how Draco found her; dangerously jerking with unstable heaves of her “Professor,” Hermione whispered sternly, keeping her voice as low as possible.
chest and a terror-wide stare. Common sense kicked in and convinced him that this “Draco gave me the shot.”
was a reaction to her allergy, but he remained frozen to the spot for a long moment. The Headmistress’ eyebrows rose high on her wrinkle-laced forehead, and Her-
He could honestly say that he considered turning around and leaving her for mione heard her murmur a quick silencing charm before she turned back to her.
dead; shutting himself away in his room until the infuriating little Mudblood had “Mr Malfoy?” she clarified sceptically. “You are certain?
choked on her last heartbeat. Maybe it would all stop then; her slow onslaught on “Yes,” she sighed, shifting her weight with discomfort. “He...he helped me.”
his senses and that breakdown of his mind. Perhaps if she was eradicated and cut The eyebrows went a little higher. “Well,” McGonagall breathed. “I must say
out of his existence, he could regain a sense of his self, or maybe he would just go I’m rather surprised-
insane that little bit quicker. “Maybe this is a good sign,” Hermione said with rushed but uncertain opti-
He moved before he could stop himself, hurling his body forward to land on his mism. “Maybe I’m getting through to him-
knees and sweeping his hands across her littered things. His eyes darted around for “Miss Granger,” she interrupted with a small frown. “I warned you not to get
the illustrated tube, finally finding it tucked between the pages of a book. Swivelling your hopes up concerning this...little project of yours-
on his kneecaps, he turned to face the fading witch and held the shot up to her. “But I-
“Granger,” Draco snapped harshly. “Tell me what I’m supposed to do.” He got “It’s possible that Mr Malfoy didn’t want to be blamed for anything that hap-
no response; not even a flash of recognition in that golden gaze of hers. “Fuck.” pened to you,” she continued with thick reason, and the younger witch’s face
Fumbling with the cylinder, he examined the small set of images and tried to scrunched up with doubt. “Nevertheless, at least you are well. Let me just check
quash his alarm in an effort to understand them. After the fourth inspection and a your hand.”
gargled gasp from his female companion, he gathered his nerves and shuffled closer Hermione absently did as requested; her thoughts stealing her away as McGon-
to Hermione. He hesitated for a second before he leaned over her and parted her agall inspected the bite. She could remember little about her anaphylactic shock
robes, his fingers slightly quivering as he started to tear away her buttons. He between the fluttering levels of consciousness and the panic that had throbbed in
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 Some interesting kisses with Viktor, and some unfortunate lip-locks with Cor- he stabbed it into her side, just above the hip, and pressed his thumb against the tip.
mac. Great... His reluctantly, panicked pulse thundered in his skull as he waited to see if his
She knew she wasn’t the most feminine girl in Hogwarts, and she would have attempt had worked. With his other hand braced against her bare waist, he instantly
to undergo a complete lobotomy before she was anything close to a confident and felt her breathing pattern start to change. He kept his fist gripped around the sy-
promiscuous tart, but she still had needs and desires. She adored that pleasing ringe and his palm flat against her satin skin, his eyes intently roaming across her
sensation of intimate proximity and, Godric curse her for it, Draco had felt like a dazed features.
dreamy quilt of blissful sedatives that had numbed her brain in a wonderful way. Draco noted every detail of her fascinating face as the dubious seconds and
It had been instinctive and impulsive; a reminder that she still felt something minutes ticked away; from the rosy tint returning to her cheeks and the awareness
other than despair. seeping back into her eyes. He was close enough that his elevated breaths flicked at
But now... the loose hairs framing her face, and he couldn’t halt the sigh when a throaty whim-
Well, now she just felt like she’d betrayed everyone she held dear, including per escaped her lips and pushed into his mouth.
herself. For the supposed brightest witch of the age, she had just done the stupidest It tasted like sugar and sun.
thing possible. She needed to get some air; needed to gather her thoughts, and it He swallowed it down as she blinked a few times, and he half-expected her to
was probably best she head down to the infirmary to ensure her allergic reaction shove him away and scold him for being too close. But he should have known better
was completely medicated. than to predict anything Granger did, and instead he found her gentle palms either
There was a gloss of sweat across her forehead and above her mouth as she care- side of his face, her thumbs absently brushing his cheekbones. She looked up at him
fully pulled herself up into a sitting position, moaning as her weak limbs protested. with exquisite, glazed eyes, and he didn’t dare move to break the contact.
She was trembling, although it could have been from either her allergy attack or “Thank you,” she whispered tiredly, and he got another mouthful of her
Draco’s lips; she had no idea. Her fingers flew to her shirt and frantically refastened against his tongue.
the buttons, finding them still warm from his touch. He had no idea if it was true, but he would swear on Salazar’s grave that she
Battling a shiver, she grabbed her wand and struggled to her door, thanking for- leaned in first.
gotten deities that her room wasn’t too far from the Hospital Wing. Stumbling with
difficulty along the lonely corridors, she weaved around the necessary corners and
had the second shock of her afternoon when she found the infirmary bustling with
activity. She froze in the doorway and her eyes danced across the busy room, her con-
fused gaze immediately falling to her blonde friend, perched on one of the beds.
“Luna,” she called, dodging two third years as she neared the Ravenclaw.
“What’s going on?”
“One of the Herbology hives collapsed,” she replied in her usual bored tone. “A
lot of people have been stung, although I think Dennis Creevey actually has a case
of tychfil poisoning.”
Hermione didn’t even blink at the odd comment. “Is everyone okay?”
“I think so,” Luna nodded, gesturing to the small rash on her forearm. “Madam
Pomfrey’s just finishing up with Laura Madley and I think I’m next.”
“And how many are after you?”
“Those people over there,” she mumbled, pointing to a crowd of no less than
fifteen students. “I’m guessing the bees came into the castle because of the cold.
Why are you here?”
“I was bitten.”
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 suck. He hastily dragged the back of his arm against his mouth, repeating it several
times until the friction started to burn.
With a final horrified look at Granger, who was still frozen on the floor, he
pulled himself up and stumbled into his room, only leaving the shrill slam of his
door for her to remember him by.
He would have happily sacrificed the entirety of the Malfoy fortune to put more
than one wall between them, but it would have to do. At least he couldn’t see her
now, but his tongue and nose still buzzed with her essence and scent, and he didn’t
know if he wanted to melt in the bliss of it or block his nostrils and tear out his own
TASTE tongue to be rid of her.
He was vibrating with anger and mortification; his face covered by his palms as
stubborn flashes of her yielding lips and bare skin pulsed at the backs of his lids. A
growl rumbled at the front of his throat and teased his tonsils as he tried to shove
the images to the back of his brain, but they wouldn’t shift; wouldn’t leave him be.
Merlin, he hated her. Hated himself. Hated every sodding detail of the events that
had led to this humiliating and degrading incident.
Draco knew then that he’d gone mad. Funny though; he’d never felt more real.
And she’d tasted dangerously delicious.
IT WAS NOTHING. Fuck...
Barely an anything.
But it was a beautiful nothing. ★★★
Just a small clash of breaths and closed eyes as Draco’s upper lip fell between
both of Hermione’s, and his tongue ghosted across her lower lip. Just a little con- .Hermione flinched by the bang of the door and dragged in a shaky breath. She
nection of flesh and taste that lasted all of two clicks of the clock’s quickest hand, wanted to fade away into the floorboards, or beg McGonagall for a spin of the Time
before reality and cruelty shattered it. Turner to erase the incident from existence. The worst thing was she had no idea
Wild, grey eyes snapped open, and Draco lunged away, ripping his face out of who had initiated their... thing, their demi-kiss.
her hands like he’d been scolded; scrambling away from her with frantic move- Oh God...
ments. His chest was heaving with confusion and shock that burned his bones and She couldn’t help but lick her lips and savour the leftovers of his taste; some-
pounded in his skull. He could hear her panting too, and his eyes went to the ex- thing close to citrus and masculinity, with a dash of peppermint. She could feel
posed skin of her stomach as that fucking lusty twitch by his groin hit him again. the warm remains of his palm-print against her abdomen, and she was certain
Everything was slowly coming back to him; sights, sounds, just everything be- she could still sense his weight leaning over her. Malfoy had returned to his
yond her. He glanced down and scowled at the empty allergy shot in his grip, and healthier shape since she’d started cooking him meals, and he’d felt safe and sinful
he hadn’t even realised he’s tugged it out of her as he’d pulled back. He chucked it that close.
away with disgust, blaming it for dragging him into this situation. This vile and Since the night of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, when her and Ron had lost their
revolting situation. virtues to each other in a clumsy tumble, she hadn’t enjoyed any male company
How could he have allowed this to happen? that could be considered remotely suggestive. All that she could really remember of
How could Grangerhave allowed this to happen? that night was sweat-clumsy gropes and an awkward goodbye as he and Harry had
And why the HELL wasn’t she moving or talking? disappeared to start the Horcrux hunt, and she’d been left behind with one-third of
All that sliced the silence between them was their volatile and bewildered her heart and too many questions.
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could be a little fairer now. If she was so bloody eager to wander into his room He rolled over and grabbed the nearest thing to him; the Muggle book by the King
whenever she liked, now he could do the same. He told himself it was purely for bloke. He turned it over in his hands and analysed the cover for the hundredth time,
tactical purposes, but as he raised his fingers again to his Granger-grazed jaw, he recalling their discussion about prejudices and the trap he’d walked straight into.
couldn’t help but wonder if there were darker motives to his prying actions. Curse her to the Veil and back, but it had made him think, if only for a moment.
He had wondered how he would see her if it weren’t for her dirty heritage, and
★★★ now he was doing it again.
Double fuck...
After a light lunch and a trip to the library, Hermione had returned to her room
to find Hedwig pecking at her window. ★★★
Hermione read the letter again, and her smile widened. The envelope had been
addressed solely to her, so she hadn’t tracked down Ginny this time. After weeks of Neville had pretty much dragged her to dinner in the Great Hall, ignoring her
nothing but disappointment and fuel to her ever-growing pessimism; finally there protests and insisting that some time amongst friends would cheer her up. Appar-
was a light in the darkness. The note was scrawled in Ron’s familiar and clumsy ently the distress about her flashbacks of Malfoy’s lips was scrawled blatantly across
handwriting, but the words were bold and clear across the parchment. her face, as Neville usually left her and her melancholy alone. He’d commented that
she looked worse today, and she’d eventually agreed to join him and the others,
We found it. It’s destroyed.
reasoning that some lazy banter might distract her from the ugly truth.
Searching for the others.
And an ugly truth it was; brokenly beautiful in an odd way though. Like Draco.
I miss you.
How could I have kissed him?
R&H
She was sat on the outskirts of the small crowd, finishing a paragraph of an as-
There was no question about what ‘it’ was. They had found the locket. Her cu- signment that could have waited until later. She lifted her head and glanced around
riosity about the details would have to wait; she knew it was far too risky for Harry the group, moving her distant gaze across Ginny, Lavender, Dean, Seamus and to
and Ron to provide her with too much information. But for the moment, she didn’t Neville at her side, frowning when she realised that someone was missing.
care, they were one step closer to defeating Voldemort and ending this War. “Neville,” she mumbled quietly, keeping her voice low to avoid interrupting the
I miss you. others’ conversation. “Where’s Luna?”
Her broad grin creased into a sad frown as a spell of guilt hit her hard. Visions “We noticed that too,” he told her. “She disappears at lunch sometimes, and I
of her recent…activities with Draco waltzed across her conscious, and she realised, don’t think she stays here at weekends either, you know. One of the fifth years said
with a cringe, that she hadn’t once considered how her behaviour would affect her she saw her leaving the grounds last Saturday.”
friendships with the boys, specifically Ron. The details of her relationship with him “Where does she go?”
were complicated to say the least, and she guessed she should blame them both for “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “None of us do actually. She must have permission
never having a civilised conversation about the subject. from McGonagall though.”
While she didn’t regret losing her virginity to her best friend, it had been made “That’s odd,” she sighed, turning away when one of the other boys said some-
perfectly clear to her that that was all she and Ron ever would be. Friends. There had thing that caught her attention. “What did you say, Seamus?”
never been any passion between them; just crushes and curiosity that had now been, “I was talking about the rumours going around,” he answered with a whisper,
for her, sated. She loved him dearly, but she wanted that lust that she’d heard so much leaning in so only the six of them could hear. “A lot of people think that Voldemort
about; that burning throb inside your soul that made you crave someone’s touch. is going to infiltrate the Ministry soon.”
And that someone just wasn’t Ron. Hermione raised a sceptical eyebrow. “Rumours are sometimes just that, Sea-
But Draco… mus. I wouldn’t pay too much attention-
Draco had this…intensity with everything that he did, and it made something “It could be true though,” he insisted. “And if they get control of the Ministry,
behind her navel tingle. The sensation was new and foreign to her, and she had no they get control of Hogwarts, and we will all be fucked.”
idea if she could call it lust or simply intrigue, but it was different and exciting. It “Emphasis on the if,” she said calmly. “If McGonagall thought Hogwarts was
encouraged her to interact and watch him, and in the safe solitude of her showers at risk, she would have figured out an alternative location for us by now-

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 “Who’s to say she isn’t thinking of that?” he shot back quickly. “And where else
would we go? My Mum said it could happen-
“And your Mum also believed all that rubbish they wrote about Harry in the
Prophet,” Hermione reminded him, rising from her seat. “There are a lot of ru-
mours going around at the moment. Let’s just stick to what we know.”
“Where are you going, Hermione?” Ginny asked, looking a little disappointed
as the brunette gathered her things. “You haven’t finished your food.”
“I’m not that hungry,” she offered weakly, giving her friend an apologetic look.
“And I need to see McGonagall.”
“Well,” the redhead continued. “If you like, you can pop up to the Tower to-
night? Or I could come visit you-
ALONE
“No,” Hermione argued too quickly, cringing at the urgency to her tone. “No,
my dorm is a complete mess. I’ll try to come and see you later.”
She gave the other Gryffindors a polite nod before she turned away and left the
Great Hall, calculating she had a good thirty minutes left to see the Headmistress
before her lesson started. She walked with long and quick strides to McGonagall’s
office and muttered the password to let herself in, knowing the older witch usually
stayed here during the dinner hour.
“Miss Granger,” the older witch greeted from her desk. “This is unexpected. Is HERMIONE COULD NEVER RECALL FEELING SO WARM AND CONTENT.
everything okay? You look a little down today.” She released a lazy hum as the rhythmic falls of a masculine chest lulled her back
Malfoy... to that wonderful purgatory between sleep and reality. A tasty smell of peppermint
Hermione hesitated and settled in the seat opposite; pursing her lips in thought. and sinful Slytherin tickled her nose, and she blinked away the remains of a blissful
“I’m not sure,” she murmured. “I guess I have some questions I need to ask you.” dream as she remembered where she was.
“Very well,” McGonagall nodded, leaning back and giving her student her full Judging by the heavy breaths toying with her hair, Draco was very much igno-
attention. “What is bothering you?” rant to the world, but his arms must have snaked round her during the night, and
“Well,” she started awkwardly, wondering where to begin. “Seamus mentioned she couldn’t help but push her body a little more into his. He felt so good wrapped
that there was talk about Voldemort infiltrating the Ministry, and I was wondering around her like this, and she wanted to absorb as much as she could before the
if there’s any truth to that?” inevitable denial and arguments came. Frowning with that thought, she realised it
The witch tensed her mouth and exhaled a long and weary breath. “There have was probably best she leave before he stirred, if only to save them both the embar-
been talks about that since Dumbledore died,” she admitted carefully. “However, rassment and hassle.
not much detail is known. All I can tell you is that it’s a possibility.” Unsure why, but unable to resist, she craned her neck to plant a lingering kiss
Hermione felt something in her chest sink. “And if it does?” against his jaw line, before carefully removing herself from his hold.
“Then we will have to evacuate many of the students,” she supplied with a sad The absence of his touch left her feeling neglected and cold, and as an after-
tone. “Particularly Muggle-borns like yourself- thought, she pulled down one of Draco’s blankets to cover him. With a final sad look,
“Oh God- she turned to leave, oblivious to the set of grey eyes slowly opening behind her.
“Try not to worry so much about it,” McGonagall advised warmly. “As far as we Draco brought his fingertips to where her lips had been, and stared at her back as
can tell, the Ministry is holding fine against the Death Eaters, and we have precau- she left him alone. A random idea stole his brain, and he silently eased himself up,
tions if the worst were to happen.” just managing to the catch the door before it closed behind her. He poked his head
Hermione folded her arms around herself; suddenly feeling very cold and alone. through the gap and strained his hearing ability to successfully catch her password.
A part of her had always suspected that the Ministry could be effected by Volde- Lutra, lutra?
mort, but it was easy to lose track of everything outside of Hogwarts when she was He had no idea what it meant, nor did he care; he just felt satisfied that things

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unresponsive, but she felt inexplicably safe there; warm and comfortable in a for- buried in her books or involved with confusing lip-locks with someone she
bidden moment that lulled her into a sleepy state. shouldn’t be.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she heard Draco murmur by her ear, possibly “I’m not having much luck with trying to figure out what the other Horcruxes
more to himself. “It doesn’t.” are,” she whispered with loud disappointment. “I’ve been trying to see if I can find
“I know,” she whispered. a link between the Diary and the Ring with any other objects that would make sense.
Draco was painfully aware that this was far too intimate and undoubtedly And we know the Locket is one but we just don’t know where the real one is and-
wrong, but after two days of denying his craving to be this close to her, he was too “Miss Granger,” the Headmistress interjected her rant. “I am well aware that
absorbed now to push her way. He knew in the morning he would come to regret you are trying your hardest, as are Mr Potter and Mr Weasley. I’m sure it will come
this lapse in judgement, but he couldn’t resist the drugging effect she had on him. eventually. You must not get too stressed-
It was barely eight o’clock, but sleep stole Hermione quickly, and Draco fol- “There’s going to be a war soon-
lowed her a moment later with a disturbing realisation that things were changing. “We have technically been at war for months, Miss Granger-
He was changing. “Well the final front then,” Hermione clarified with frustration and unease. “I
can feel it coming, and I don’t know if we will find all the Horcruxes in time-
“We are all doing our best to prepare,” she interrupted again, giving the young
witch a sullen look. “Hermione, there’s only so much we can do. Remember that
you are human, dear. You are doing brilliantly and I could ask no more of you.
Please try not to get so stressed. It won’t help.”
The hazel-eyed witch released a forlorn sigh but yielded to McGonagall’s logic
and soothing words. It wasn’t the first time she’d had a pseudo-panic-fit in the
Headmistress’ presence in recent months, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
Most of the Order members and some of her fellow students had been subjected to
mini-breakdowns as of late; it was only natural considering the current climate, and
Hermione was grateful that her professor could always calm her volatile thoughts.
Even if it was only temporary.
“Do you feel better now, Miss Granger?” McGonagall asked. “Or do you have
another question?”
“I have a thousand questions,” she breathed, pausing to consider before a
thought fluttered in her mind as she remembered what Neville had told her. “Ac-
tually, there is something I’m a little curious about.”
“Go ahead.”
“Neville mentioned that Luna has been leaving Hogwarts on the weekends,” she
explained, frowning when the Headmistress averted her eyes. “Can you tell me why?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” McGonagall said after a pensive pause. “I can confirm
that Miss Lovegood does sometimes leave the premises at weekends, but she told
me her reason in strict confidence, and I assured her that I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“Is she okay?” Hermione questioned. “She’s not in any trouble or anything?”
“She’s absolutely fine,” the witch replied. “I can assure you that she is completely safe.”
“Then why is she-
“It’s a personal matter,” McGonagall finalised brusquely. “If you want to know
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 ★★★ itself around them. He wondered if there was some irony there; Granger fixing
something he had demolished for a reason he couldn’t quite understand, but his
The Hogwarts pupils were scattered randomly around the library, squeezed be- brain was too laden with doubt to pay the thought any heed. Instead, he just studied
tween the aisles and shelves, and huddled a little closer than normal to fight the her features, searching once again for any indication that she was inferior but, once
cold. They sky was already winter-dark at seven o’clock, and Madam Pince had lit again, he found none.
a few extra candles and cast a rather weak warming charm to accommodate the Not a trace of anything he could hate, no matter how hard he tried.
forty-or-so snug students. “You’re cold,” she commented, bringing her attention back to him. “Let me-
Hermione sat by herself in the dark corner near the restricted section; lost in a “No,” he said without his usual bite. “I’m fine, Granger.”
lonely bubble that silenced the surrounding noise. She tried to focus on the scrib- She frowned but didn’t argue, knowing better than to aggravate him in this in-
bled pages in front of her, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Malfoy and what stance. “I got the things you asked for,” she told him, summoning her charmed bag.
had happened. She swished her wand again, and Draco watched with half-hearted interest as his
How could I have done it? drapes and bedding were replaced with rich green fabrics, and his requested selection
Every method of distraction she’d attempted had failed and left her with itching of sweets landed on his repaired desk. “Draco, what’s wrong? Why did you trash-
lips and more confusion. She wanted to know why and how it had happened, but “I told you, I don’t know,” he repeated quietly. “I just did.”
she could hardly suggest a discussion about it with her Slytherin dorm-mate. What “You don’t look very well,” she murmured, bringing one of her hands to his
made it worse was she felt like everyone was staring at her, burrowing into her head forehead. “Let me get you some-
and stealing her naughty secret and secretly despising her for it. “Don’t,” he stopped her, clenching his eyes shut. “Just...don’t go.”
Paranoia is such a parasite. “Draco, you’re worrying me-
But that wasn’t even the worst thing. No matter how much she tried to reject the “Why should you worry about someone you can’t stand?”
absurd notion, she couldn’t help but think she’d been cheated in some way. It hadn’t been Hermione tilted her head to catch his eyes. “I told you I don’t hate you-
a real kiss, and she felt like she’d missed out on some kind of conclusion or... climax. “You should,” he told her firmly. “You should loathe me.”
It was like she’d been to Hell and not experience the lick of flames. “Well I don’t,” she argued calmly, shuffling a little closer to him. “Maybe I
She shouldn’t have wanted to, but she really, really did. Her curiosity was getting should, but I can’t-
the better of her and she wanted more. She wanted... “Then how do you feel about me now, Granger?”
“Hermione.” “That question again?” she sighed, setting her hands in her lap and averting her
She started with a harsh gasp and gave the source of the interruption a sharp gaze. “I don’t know, Draco.”
look. “Merlin’s grave, Michael,” she mumbled. “You scared me to death.” “Do you think I am evil, Granger?” he asked bluntly.
“Sorry,” he chuckled casually in a way that made her think he wasn’t sorry at all. “You’re not evil,” she assured him without hesitation. “You have just been...mis-
“I was just wondering if you’d finished the list of duties for the prefects?” lead. You’re human, Draco, and you’ve made mistakes, but I can’t hate you for that.”
“Oh,” she breathed absently, shuffling in her bag for the requested list. He lifted his head and released a shaky breath. “I should hate you.”
“Yes...sure. Here.” “Should?” she echoed with a puzzled tone. “As in, you don’t any more?”
Michael Corner accepted the sheet of parchment and gave it a quick scan before “I don’t know,” he muttered so quietly, she wasn’t sure he’d said it at all. “I
he turned back to give her a concerned stare. “Are you okay, Hermione?” the Head am... confused.”
Boy asked. “You seem a little distant.” His reluctant confession was flimsy and questionable, but she found herself feel-
“I’m fine,” she shrugged, bowing her head to hide her uncertainty. “Is there a ing encouraged by his doubt. That hopeful spark that she’d been so determined to
problem with the rota?” ignore blossomed in her chest before she could help it. This was what she had
“No, it looks good,” he replied. “I just thought you might like some company.” wanted; some voiced confirmation that he was starting to question his prejudices.
“I’ll be leaving in a minute,” Hermione answered, trying to be as polite as she It teased her Gryffindor courage and she slowly shifted closer to him again,
could, despite her foul mood. “Sorry, I’m rather tired.” boldly settling herself between his legs and resting her weight against his chest. She
She made a mental note to apologise to Michael for her sour behaviour at a later expected him to instantly reject her brazen gesture, but he didn’t even flinch as she
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Mudbloods for their inferiority, or if Granger was right, as she so often was, then matured exponentially in the last year, particularly after he’d broken up with Cho.
he had been a brainwashed bastard... Initially, Hermione had been extremely wary of working with him, having heard
Her words from their post-kiss argument throbbed in his brain. some rather unflattering comments from Ginny, but he was nice enough, if a bit
All I ever wanted was for you was to realise that Muggle-borns are people. That too competitive at times.
I am a person.,, “It’s no worry,” he offered weakly, clearing his throat. “We need to organise a
You are still in control of your actions... meeting to discus the Christmas dance soon-
I wanted to stay... “Is that really necessary?” she groaned, slamming her book shut. “There are
What if she was right? more important things we should be thinking about than some silly little Ball-
What if it had all been for nothing? “I think McGonagall’s just trying to keep spirits up,” Michael reminded her.
What if he, and all his family, were wrong? “Come on, Hermione. It wouldn’t hurt to have a bit of fun at Christmas. The people
Then...then maybe it was okay for him to want to touch her, but why the fuck here need cheering up.”
should she allow it? “I guess,” she sighed sceptically, packing everything into her bag and rising from
If she was right. her seat. “We can discus it in Hogsmeade this weekend then. Is that okay?”
He didn’t have a clue what to believe any more. “That’s fine,” he nodded. “Would you like me to walk you back to your dorm?”
He remained still for hours and hours. The thoughts swarmed around in his “No, don’t be silly,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “I think Terry and
head too loudly for him to realise that she had returned, that she was knocking on Anthony are trying to call you back anyway. I’ll see you Saturday.”
his door, or even that she was calling his name. Hermione turned away before he could answer and stalked towards the exit,
That was how Hermione found him as the day turned to evening; slumped in a keeping her gaze low to ignore the looks of the other students. She would swear
defeated position, surrounded by a self-made chaos. Her wide stare scanned the they were casting her suspicious glances again, and she hurried away with a heavy
wreckage with confusion before her eyes were drawn to Draco in the centre of the heart. Despite her desire to avoid her dorm – or more precisely, the blond Slytherin
room, and she felt a glitch in her chest. She could see he was shivering, yet he was who was lingering inside – her strides led her there anyway. She trembled with anx-
making no attempt to warm himself, and his eyes were eerily absent and unfocused. iety as she whispered the password and slipped inside; her nervous hazels scanning
His vulnerable and distorted shape instantly reminded her of the night she had every inch of her quarters critically.
found him mid-nightmare, and how it had led to two forbidden kisses. As always, the room gave no indication of his presence, and she quickly con-
The concern came so naturally to her as she dropped her bag and rushed to his cluded that he was in his room. With a relieved sigh that any confrontation would
side, sinking to her knees and grabbing his face between her frosty hands. A flash be postponed for the time being, she rushed towards her room with every intention
of recognition and life flashed in his grey gaze and she sighed in relief as her thumbs of hiding away until morning, uncaring that it could be considered cowardly.
instinctively stroked his pale face. She stopped short when three steady knocks tapped against the main door, and
“Draco,” she whispered close to his lips. “Look at me, Draco. What’s wrong?” she released a startled yelp. Merlin, she was on edge...
He swallowed loudly and lidded his eyes. “How long have I been here, Granger?” “Who is it?” she called, her voice wavering slightly.
Hermione blinked in bewilderment but quickly added up the dates in her head. “It’s Michael.”
“Just over five weeks,” she offered after a moment. “Thirty-seven days, I think.” She frowned at his insistence and fired a cautious look at Malfoy’s room, won-
“It feels longer,” he mumbled. dering if it was wise to have a visitor when he was supposed to remain unseen.
“Why did you trash your room?” she asked quietly, taking back one of her hands “What do you want?” she asked loudly, keeping her eyes fixed on Draco’s door.
to remove her wand from her pocket. “Draco- “I’m a little busy.”
“I don’t know,” he blurted, and she felt him relax a little more into her palm. “You left one of your books behind,” the Head Boy explained. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.” She grimaced and slowly headed towards his voice, casting a final glance over
“I’m going to clean up the mess,” she told him as she flicked her wand. “Stay her shoulder before she cracked open the door; just enough to prop her head against
still, okay?” the frame and keep her body hidden.
He didn’t respond as all the evidence of his tantrum slowly started to rectify “I was just about to have a shower,” she lied when he gave her a puzzled look.
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 “Sorry,” he grinned sheepishly, holding up the book for her to take. “Are you ★★★
certain you’re okay, Hermione? You’ve been acting a little off today.”
She managed to force her mouth into an uncomfortable smile as she plucked For two days, he successfully avoided her by remaining secluded in his room,
her book out of his fingers and chucked it to land on her table. “I’m just really tired,” except for bathroom trips and to grab the warm meals she continued to leave for
she told him, closing the door a little and hoping he would get the hint. “I think I’m him. He guessed she was also doing her best to steer clear of him, and that would
going to have an early night, but thanks for bringing me the book.” have been fine, if he wasn’t starting to lose his grip on reality.
“Are you sure?” he persisted, and she fought hard not to get irritated with him. It wasn’t the claustrophobia this time either.
“I’m sure,” she said bluntly. “Goodnight.” No, he could feel the change in his blood and bones. It was a craving; perhaps
“Goodnight, then. I’ll see you Saturday.” just for human interaction, or perhaps specifically for her. It throbbed in his veins
Hermione released a haggard breath and rested her forehead heavily against the and made his muscles spasm with unhealthy jerks. He’d broken out in cold sweats,
door, willing the oddly loud thuds in her chest to simmer. She knew that Michael’s shivered until his spine had felt like snapping, and had almost vomited. It felt like
intentions had been completely innocent and her reaction had been too defensive, withdrawal, but maybe the cold weather had simply caught up with him.
but she just felt like everyone was trying to corner her today and delve into her The only medicine seemed to be a desperate wank to the sounds of her showers,
thoughts; her secrets, and she didn’t want a soul knowing what she had done. but then that only lasted for thirty minutes in his day-long Hell.
“Who the fuck was that?” He’d been awake for a few hours now, waiting for her usual purrs to ease the
Her head whipped around so quick she almost lost her balance, and her chest strain in his body. If he had to guess by the place of the Sun, it was broaching the
felt ready to tear open when her heart recommenced its wild pounding. She sub- afternoon, which meant that another weekend had oozed into his stay with her.
consciously retreated until her back was pressed up against the door, and she placed He remembered then that Granger had told him she was heading to Hogsmeade
a hand over her heaving chest; fixated on him as he leaned against the doorframe with that Ravenclaw fucktard, and he felt fury flicker under his flesh. His chest felt
with a thunderous expression. His features were contorted into a fascinating mix- ready to cave in from the sheer weight of his sudden and powerful anger, and when
ture of scorn and resentment, and something else that she couldn’t quite identify he finally heard her move to the bathroom, he couldn’t chase away his volatile
that made her breath clog her throat. thoughts to relish her as he usually did.
“Why do you have to do that?” she gasped angrily once she’d found her voice. Instead, suspicious and unwelcome images of her pruning and preparing herself
“Do you enjoy scaring the- to meet that joke of a wizard hammered in his head. The idea exaggerated itself and
“I asked you who that was,” he spat between clenched teeth, and she noticed he gnashed his teeth, as wave after wave of disgust rocked him. His fingernails
then how tense his muscles were. “And you’d better give me a decent fucking an- pierced the skin of his palms as he clenched his fists, and he didn’t dare move until
swer, Granger.” she had returned to her bedroom for ten minutes before he heard the main door
She flinched as he pushed himself away from the wall and shifted towards her, close with her exit.
with slow and calculated movements that reminded her of a wolf. She’d noticed He was on his feet in a heartbeat with seething breaths steaming from his mouth
that Malfoy had a defined grace and elegance that she couldn’t help but admire and and pupil-blackened eyes. He started with the closet and the desk, chucking them
envy; as though every step was intentional and preplanned to be intimidating, or onto their sides and kicking them until wooden shards were decorating the floor
even seductive. She should have found it disconcerting or unpleasant but, Godric and the furniture was dented beyond recognition. He worked on the bedding next,
forgive her, she couldn’t help but be intrigued. tearing it into a tattered mess of fabrics and pillow-feathers that did nothing to
“Are you bloody deaf, Grang- soothe his temper.
“It was just Michael Corner,” she murmured, shrugging off her robes and head- With a final roar of jealousy-powered rage, he grabbed the chair and hurled it
ing to the sofas. “He’s in our year and- at the window, only to watch it explode into a rain of splinters. He eyed the charmed
“I know who he is,” he ground out, his tone still low and dark. “Dull Ravenclaw. and unscathed window bitterly as he sunk to the floor amongst the littered remains
Shit Qudditch player. His only redeeming feature is that he’s a Pureblood. What of his outburst, and rested his back against the foot of his bed. He stayed there for
did he want from you?” hours, battling cruel imaginings of Granger enjoying her time with Corner.
“He was returning my book,” she explained uneasily as he continued to near In his lonely heap on the bedroom floor, he came to a conclusion that quaked
her; arms folded arrogantly over his chest. “Why do you- his core. Either Granger was wrong, and he had every right to despise Muggles and

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 “Can I ask you something, Luna?” “And why would that sad little prick think you would be meeting him on Saturday?”
Ravenclaw’s angel slowly twisted her head to give Hermione her full attention. She raised her eyebrows. “You were eavesdropping?”
“Of course,” she replied. “I’ll try to answer.” “Just ANSWER the fucking question!” he demanded harshly, slamming his
“Some of the others have noticed that you aren’t here at the weekends and some palms against the back of the other couch. “Why would you be meeting him?”
other days,” she told her carefully. “Where do you go?” “What business is it of yours?”
If Luna was phased, she didn’t show it. “I didn’t think that people would no- He clicked his jaw and shook his head, like he was catching himself before he
tice my absence.” did something foolhardy. His storm-cloud eyes flickered between her and the floor
“Oh Luna,” Hermione grimaced. “You know we care about you a lot. Of course while he chewed his tongue and seemed to gather a few soothing breaths. She stud-
we would- ied him closely and dampened her lips with a flick of her tongue, waiting nervously
“I didn’t mean it in that way,” she interrupted as a slight twitch toyed with her for his response.
mouth. “People tend not to notice others’ behaviour so much in times of War. It’s “It’s my business when he’s inviting himself here,” he answered carefully. “If he
only normal. I’m actually quite touched that anyone has realised.” saw me, he could go shitting that information to anyone-
“So where do you go?” she persisted. “If you are in any trouble then we can help you.” “He didn’t see you-
Luna released a soft giggle and Hermione raised her eyebrows. “I am fine,” the “And if you plan on slagging it around then-
younger witch said. “I am very well actually, but I’m afraid I can’t tell you where I go.” “HOW DARE YOU!” Hermione screamed, rising from her seat and marching
“Why not?” towards him. “You have NO right to talk to me in that way-
“It would not be safe for the other party involved,” Luna murmured, her expres- “I can talk to you however I want,” he countered calmly, craning his neck to
sion turning thoughtful and almost concerned for a second. “I’m sorry. It would be loom over her. “If you don’t tell me, then I’ll draw my own conclusions-
too risky to tell people, and it’s not only my secret to tell.” “This is ridiculous!” she hissed. “I told you I was going to Hogsmeade this week-
While Hermione understood Luna’s reasoning and rationalised that she had no end and-
right to demand knowledge of secrets when she was concealing a Death Eater in “And you’re going with that?” he growled, as though the notion revolted him
her dorm, something in her friend’s voice had her intrigued. and left a sour taste on his tongue. “So you are fucking that repulsive piece of-
“You care about this other person?” Hermione questioned hesitantly. “You “Oh, for Godric’s sake, Malfoy!” she shouted, oblivious to how close they were with
must if you are willing to take these risks for them.” her frustration. “Michael and I are the only people going because we’re the Heads!”
“Aren’t we all taking risks these days?” His mouth snapped shut with an audible clap, and she felt like he was stripping
“I’m just worried about you,” she continued with a sad tone. “This War- her with his glare as his eyes darted over her face. She realised how close he was
“Sometimes, Wars can bring good things,” Luna said as she got to her feet. “They then; close enough that his breath stirred some of the hairs by her forehead, but she
can teach people to hold on to what feels right, even if there are risks involved.” didn’t move despite every instinct screeching at her to do so.
Hermione stared at her friend as she made her way towards the castle, and Remember what happened last time you were this close...?
tossed Luna’s parting words around in her skull. As always, the blonde had left her If he was bothered by their proximity, he didn’t budge, and she would swear
feeling somewhere between bewildered and enlightened, and wondering if Luna that something close to relief washed across his pale features. He tilted his head
commanded one of her imaginary creatures to spy on her at night. She turned her slightly and dropped his shoulders, and the room seemed to fill with static as his
head to give the half-risen Sun an appreciative gaze and gathered her limbs closer earlier rage dissipated.
around herself as she huddled under the withered Oak. “You’re telling me that useless dickhead is Head Boy?” he drawled sceptically.
She needed to concentrate on her tasks for the Order and toss aside these hope- “What a fucking joke-
ful thoughts about Draco. It was inappropriate and completely naïve, no matter “He’s actually very good,” she argued, noting his upper lip twitch as she spoke.
how tempting it was to analyse it in her head. “Are we done here, Dra... Malfoy?”
But it was too hard to ignore. He frowned at her mistake, and the witch tried to hide her embarrassed flush
She was late for her first class after a stubborn daydream managed to mist her with little success. She turned to leave, but his cold grip coiled around her wrist
mind, and she cursed her brain for letting him slip in. Again. before she could get any distance between them.
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 “What now?” she asked, refusing to look back to him. “I have answered your she ignored the dangerous connotations that came with that thought. Perhaps she
questions and put up with enough of your- was simply this troubled because Draco was the only person she had spent a con-
“I’m not finished,” he muttered, clenching her arm a little tighter. “I have an- siderable amount of time with since Harry and Ron had left. Perhaps.
other question.” She’d gradually dropped her guard around him, and it had come back to crush her.
She scoffed. “I see no reason why I should- Perhaps it had been foolish of her to settle into an almost-comfortable routine with
“Why did you make me food this morning?” he rushed out with obvious qualms. Draco and assume that his attitude towards her would change, but she had hoped...
Hermione blinked to herself and slowly twisted her neck to give a confused look. She had hoped for them to become something...different...
“What-what do you mean?” she mumbled. “I always make you a meal in the morning- “Hermione.”
“I thought after our fight last night,” he said reluctantly. “That you wouldn’t have- She was too drained to be startled, and she slowly craned her head to give the
“We fight everyday, Malfoy- familiar voice a confused look. “Luna,” she sighed as the young blonde neared her.
“Last night was different.” “What are you doing here?”
The room felt like a vacuum, and Hermione would swear she actually felt the “The sky is beautiful,” she supplied quietly, kneeling opposite Hermione. “It’s
air being dragged out of her lungs. Draco’s eyes looked softer then; like milky also the best time of the day to see Ceffyls. Why are you up so early?”
smoke, and she was completely fixated on them. After his infuriated rant and out- “I needed some air,” she sighed tiredly, quickly rubbing away any remainders
right denial of their demi-kiss last night, his words had completely thrown her. of her tears. “What are-
They both knew what he was referring to when he’d said different, and it crackled “Your lips look funny again,” Luna interjected calmly. “Another bee sting?”
between them like dangerous flames; too hot to touch but too powerful to ignore. “What? Yes. I mean no,” Hermione stuttered clumsily, trying to regain some com-
The kiss... posure. “No, it’s nothing to do with bees. I think it’s a reaction to something else.”
“I wouldn’t have you go hungry because of...that,” she broke the silence awk- “What would that be?”
wardly. “That would just be cruel- “I’m not sure yet,” she shrugged, raising her inquisitive fingertips to see if her
“It would be normal,” he argued, and she watched with disappointment as his lips felt any different. “Clearly, it’s bad for me.”
features returned to the bitter and sharp scowl she knew so well. “And I’m sure you “I think it suits you,” Luna grinned to herself, her eyes fixed on nature’s light-display
want to lecture me with some tedious Gryffindor moral about kindness or some to the East. “Looks like you might be having a stronger reaction this time though.”
shit but I really couldn’t give a fuck- “What do you mean?”
“You asked me the question,” she protested, tugging her wrist free from his hold “Well, your cheeks are flushed this time,” she told the older witch blankly. “And
and walking away from him. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight Malfoy.” your eyes look a little glazed-
Draco clenched his fists as Granger disappeared into her room, wondering “That’s probably just the cold,” Hermione defended weakly.
what the hell had caused him to act so pathetically. It was humiliating and unac- “No,” the Ravenclaw shook her head. “It’s something else. You look very pretty
ceptable, and he blamed her for it wholeheartedly. From the moment she had by it though, Hermione.”
infected him with her muddy blood and swamped him with her scent, everything She offered her friend a weak smile. “Thank you,” she mumbled.
had deteriorated, specifically his mind. Now, he was being subjected to haunting “I heard you’re taking a trip to Hogsmeade on Saturday,” Luna said slowly,
fantasies of her, and tempted by almost kisses that left him feeling both revolted and Hermione watched the first golds of morning dance over her friend’s face.
and yet... starved. “With Michael, yes?”
It was breaking his brain into disturbed little fragments that made him question “Yes,” she nodded. “Would you like anything?”
himself, and how far he was willing to go before his inappropriate craving for her “Would you mind getting me some Liquorice Wands from Honeydukes?”
taste was sated. Hermione frowned. “I didn’t think you liked them?”
The rage he had felt when that sodding Ravenclaw had turned up had been vi- “I don’t.”
cious and explosive, and he had physically quaked, but he had no idea why. The brunette cocked her head to the side and observed her companion slowly,
It’s not jealousy... noting that Luna herself looked a little different. While the pretty blonde’s eyes were
Just rage. Possessive rage, maybe. striking, yet normally absent, recently they seemed to hold that curious twinkle of
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yanked open the door and slammed it with her exit, leaving him confused and His luxuries and stimulants were limited in this prison, and her taste and scent
cold. Her question rolled around in his skull, alongside his thoughts on the King had somehow become some of those… needs, and he would not share them with
book and everything else that he’d started to question since he’d landed in this anyone beyond that door. While his taste of her had been brief, it was his now, even
inescapable hole. if he never wanted it again for the sake of his dignity. And he didn’t want to touch
Would he be so quick to ignore their kiss if she was a Pureblood? her again. Really, he didn’t, but if Michael twatty Corner thought he was entitled to
No. Fuck no. a lick of Granger, he was fucking mistaken.
He didn’t understand his dangerous emotions towards her, nor did he like
★★★ them, but they were powerful and almost instinctive, and impossible to ignore.
He stormed back to his room and silently pleaded with Salazar that he would be
Stashed safely away in her room, Hermione choked on a stubborn sob despite rid of his... obsession with the Mudblood soon. It was degrading and mind-sucking,
her best attempts not to. It wasn’t so much his insulting remarks that had pushed and he feared he would act on it.
tears past her lashes, but more so her reaction to them. She shouldn’t have cared I will not act on it...
about his opinion of her; should’ve been more than used to his biting words but, by
Godric’s grave, that had hurt. She would swear she could feel little puncture- ★★★
wounds in her chest, and she hated him for ruining a moment that had
felt...well...nice. Blissful even... The wind was screaming like tortured toddlers tonight, and Hermione was con-
She guessed she should be grateful for that really; at least one of them had had vinced her clock was lying.
the sense to break the contact. If it really was three in the morning, then she had been staring blankly at her
But why did he have be such a bloody bastard about it? Why did he have to ceiling for four hours and that just wasn’t healthy. She had secluded herself in her
make everything so hard? And why the hell had it happened in the first place? room and adamantly refused to leave, amusing herself with finishing every essay
Why am I doing this? that was due from now until Christmas. That had lasted for three hours, and since
It was simply an accident...although could incidents still be considered acci- then she’d tried desperately to manage some sleep, but it was all in vain.
dents when they were repeated? Possibly not. And it wasn’t the wind tonight...
She stroked away her tears with trembling fingertips and sniffed away the scratchy No matter how hard she tried to eradicate Malfoy from her mind, she
feathers in her throat. A quick glance at the clock told her it was barely six in the morn- couldn’t; be it stubborn flashbacks of their pseudo-kiss or just general musings
ing; too early for classes, but she needed to get out of this room. She dressed herself as about his behaviour. She found herself fascinated by him as much as she tried to
quickly as she could in some comfy clothes and her robes, and sprinted out of her dorm, reject it, and she’d noticed he’s refrained from calling her Mudblood for a while.
trying hard not to glance back at Draco’s bedroom door. She charged down the hollow A month in his presence had effected her and she found herself more determined
and dark corridors until she burst out of the castle and into the cold dawn. than ever to tackle his prejudices, although she couldn’t help but wonder if it was
It was stunning; a wonderful sky of pinky greys and navy shades that should now for selfish purposes.
have stolen her breath, but her mind was far too distracted to pay it any attention. She wanted him to view her differently, and she was fairly certain he was starting to.
She cast a quick warming charm when she noticed how thick her breath was, and At least she hoped he was.
wandered across the quiet grounds until she found a fractured-looking tree that She sat up and rubbed her face with her palms, wondering if her interest in him
was iced with frost. was really appropriate or healthy. Probably not.
She collapsed amongst its roots and leaned heavily against the trunk as her tears A shiver chased up her spine and she grabbed her wand to renew her warming
began to leak down her cheeks again. She could openly sob here without a care for charm when a thought stole her attention. She had three blankets and magic to
nosy stares, but she still felt like a fool. battle the November chill, but what did Draco have? He’d only been supplied with
She had to face the facts, even if they were completely shattering and wrong. If one blanket...
she was this affected by Draco’s harsh dismissal of her this morning, then clearly What if he’s freezing?
she felt something towards him; be it compassion or something else. She couldn’t She realised then that she cared, when she really shouldn’t have. She knew it was
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in her nature, but this was something else; a genuine concern for his comfort that “BECAUSE IT ISN’T FUCKING REAL!” he roared with conviction. “Nothing
left her questioning when she’d started to actually care. that happens in this prison is real-
She left her bed and wrapped herself in her bathrobe, trying to decide what ex- “What are you-
actly she could do. The options were simple; chose to ignore it and let the cocky “It’s all false!” he continued. “This arrangement is shitting all over my brain! I
prat deal with it himself, or yield to her desire to provide him with some warmth. would NEVER lower myself to touch you if it weren’t for this head-fuck bullshit
“What the hell am I doing?” she whispered to herself as she crept lightly out that I am being forced to live in-
of her room. “The circumstances are irrelevant-
With at least two minutes of hesitation outside his door, she swallowed away “Bollocks!”
her nerves and angled her wand in its direction. “You are still in control of your actions!” she fired angrily. “And the sooner
“Alohomora.” you accept that-
“And what about your actions, Granger?” he questioned in a sinister tone. “How
does sleeping in the same bed as a Death Eater fit in with your pro-Mudblood crap?”
Her scowl hardened. “I blame ill judgement and a moment of insanity-
“Then I blame you and that old bitch for my insanity!” he yelled, pausing for a
moment to narrow his eyes suspiciously. “Is this some sick little plot of yours,
Granger? Are you and that shrivelled hag doing this on purpose?”
“What the hell are you talking-
“I’m talking about you and McGonagall!” Draco ranted with a slow snarl. “Do
you have some piss-poor plan? Seduce the Death Eater and get some information
on Voldemort with a little effective whoring-
“Fuck you-
“I’m sure that was part of the plan,” he hissed bitterly. “Screw me, and then
blackmail me for some revealing pillow-talk-
“You are being ridiculous!” she huffed impatiently.
He hesitated and bared his teeth. “Yes, it is sodding ridiculous,” he growled.
“I’m sure even McGonagall has noticed you have the sexual appeal of a shit-
smeared Troll!”
He caught the hurt that flashed in her eyes, and almost regretted that comment.
“There is no plot,” she said after a sad silence. “You can believe what you want,
but all I ever wanted was for you was to realise that Muggle-borns are people. That
I am a person.”
He remained still and willed his features not to soften with uncertainty. He had
no idea about other Muggle-borns, nor did he really care; all he knew was her. And
she was definitely a person; a character with traits and emotions that he didn’t always
understand, but couldn’t help but be fascinated with. She was a person who was swap-
ping around preconceptions in his skull and making him question what had been
bred into his bones. She was a person with a kiss that lingered and burned...
“I’m leaving,” she mumbled, turning on her heel and heading for the door. “But
I want you to consider this, Draco. If I was a Pureblood with exactly the same per-
sonality, would you be so quick to discard what happened this morning?”
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 “I...” she started quietly. “I thought you might be cold.”
He frowned at her answer. “What-
“I brought you an extra blanket,” she explained with a wavering voice. “And...
and you asked me to stay.”
He scoffed, but a foggy flashback shattered his concentration. That pesky little
dream of his suddenly seemed more like a memory. He shoved the disturbing no-
tion away and was about to argue that he would never have asked her to stay, but
her next mumbled confession made his brain disconnect.
“I...I wanted to stay.”
His black-ice eyes widened a fraction and scanned her features quickly before
a lusty impulse he couldn’t deny overtook him. He grabbed her with strong hands
SLEEP
and kissed her hard, rolling his body atop of hers and realising their position felt
wonderfully familiar. Her hands toyed with his neck as he poured himself into
her mouth; all his frustration and anger falling past her lips as he gorged on her
taste. She met him with equal and perfect indulgence that tempted his hands to
get lost in her hair.
A feminine sigh tickled the back of his throat and he pushed harder into her,
relishing her body heat and the feel of her beneath him. She whimpered, and the
sound reminded him of those addictive showers of hers that sent blood rushing DEAR GODRIC, WHAT AM I DOING?
south. But the flicker under his stomach felt too real now; too alive, and it brought Hermione grimaced as the door creaked open a little too loudly for her liking.
him crashing back to the frosty reality. She pushed some magic into a dim Lumos charm; just enough to discern bistre
He snatched himself away from her with a furious growl and sat at the edge of shapes and outlines. The air seemed colder as she shuffled nervously inside, and she
the bed; hunched over with angry vibrations crawling up his spine. He felt every bunched the fabric of her dressing gown at her chest as her eyes settled on the bed.
muscle flex across his shoulders and down his arms as he balled his fists and rested She paused her footfalls. She could hear them now; sleep-slurred protests and
his head against his knuckles. This was a new level of humiliation and self-disgust; elevated breaths.
possibly the pinnacle in this fucked-up little tug-of-war between he and her. He Draco was having a nightmare, and as she stared a little harder, the glow from
certainly hoped it was the pinnacle...Possibly... her wand caught a silvery sheet of sweat across his forehead. His features were
He heard and felt her weight shift on the bed, and he willed her to leave before creased and pained, and the vulnerability she saw then was absolutely breathtaking.
his temper caught up with him. He could sense the anger, at her and himself, siz- He looked...beautiful, and it made her chest burn. She blinked away her trance
zling behind his eyes like volatile embers that were ageing into flames. He could feel when he writhed under the covers and released a distressed grunt.
that she was off the bed, so why the hell couldn’t he hear her leaving? Get a grip, Hermione...
“Draco- She continued towards him warily, and gazing with a fascination she couldn’t
“Just leave,” he rasped out coldly, keeping his head bowed. “Leave me the fuck alone- censor. Something about his thrashes and squirms sent wonderful little tingles to
“But I- her fingertips that bade her to touch him, but she resisted.
“I TOLD YOU TO BLOODY LEAVE!” He stood with a rapid snap of his body He must have been cold. She could see he was wearing only a vest to cover his
and whipped around to confront her with a grave sneer carved into his face. “NOW- torso, although it was hard to tell if he was shivering or quaking because of the
“NO!” she shouted back, straightening her back defensively. “I want to talk inevitable disturbing images tumbling around in his head. With a hesitant frown,
about this- she shrugged off her robe and Transfigured it into a thick blanket. She edged anx-
“There is nothing to discus!” he argued. “Nothing happened- iously closer to drape it over him and accidentally caught his frosty skin. She froze
“You are so pathetic!” the witch accused with a trembling finger pointed at him. when he flinched at her touch and a sleep-slurred mumble passed his dry lips.
“Why do you have to deny that this is real- “I have to kill you...otherwise, they’re going to kill me.”

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 Hermione gasped and her eyes darted up to his face to find it contorted with “Stay.”
anguish. He looked like he was being tortured, and she felt her stomach twist with She blinked and turned to face him, wondering if she had misheard his plea, but
concern and care that shouldn’t have been there. She leaned over and studied him he looked completely dead to the world. Had she imagined it? Hell, had she man-
closely, forgetting the chill for a moment. aged the whole thing? She wanted to stay...
“Draco,” she whispered before she could question herself. “Draco, it’s me. Wake up.” Against her better judgement, she tucked herself under the covers, and tried to
If anything, his throaty growls became worse, and she carefully raised her hand ignore the voice at the back of her skull telling her that this foolhardy decision
to rest against his damp forehead. The moment her skin touched his, smoky and would smack her in the face come morning. She put a fair bit of distance between
wild eyes snapped open. Hermione barely had time to release a startled yelp as he them, hopelessly reasoning that this would make things better. She made herself
grabbed her writs and pulled her down; flipping them so she was trapped beneath comfortable and cast a quick warming charm as her own exhaustion kicked in.
him and straddling her hips. He was panting heavily with confusion and the after- Her eyes lingered on his face as her lids fluttered, and just before she succumbed
shocks of his nightmare, and he loomed over her with bared teeth; close enough to her own dangerous dreams, she brought her fingers to her still-thrumming lips
that some of his hair tickled her brow. and released a sweet sigh.
“Draco,” the witch breathed, unafraid of the slightly unhinged look in his eyes.
“Calm down. It’s me.” ★★★
His features barely softened, but she felt the grip on her wrists give, and she
quickly lifted her hands to his face. Her palms rested either side of his head as she Draco was vaguely aware of morning birds as he started to break away from
brushed her thumbs over his cold cheeks. He didn’t tear away as she’d expected, but sleep. Some sliver of his subconscious told him that this was the first morning in a
then he looked completely out of it; tired and tipsy with exhaustion, but still jittery. while when rain hadn’t been hammering against his window, but it was the odd
“It’s okay,” she soothed softly with stoking fingers. “It’s okay.” texture of his pillow that made his eyes finally drift open.
His lids drifted lower so his eyes were thin and almost hidden, and his breaths What the...
calmed against her face. He’d stopped shaking, but she kept her hands against his His cheek was cushioned under Granger’s curls, and then he remembered the
cheeks, willing him to wake up completely. He swayed a little with unbalance before dream he’d had last night. It had been a welcomed change to his usual nightmares
his distant gaze darted back down to hers. His eyes were misty and absent as he of murdered wizards and towers; a kiss with Gryffindor’s Princess. It was a blurry
slowly lowered himself, and Hermione would reluctantly admit that she didn’t even memory without specifics, as most of his dreams were, because it had only been a
consider protesting as his mouth caught hers. dream. Just a dream.
While their first demi-kiss had been light and questionable, this connection felt Odd though; his lips felt a little sensitive this morning.
heavy and firm. There was desperation between their mouths, and Hermione He raised his bewildered stare to his bedside companion and secretly decided
couldn’t stop herself from giving up more when he licked her lower lip. She that her delicate and charming features were easily the best thing he’d woken up to
matched him with some small but bold sucks, and their wet sounds mingled for in the long months he’d been hiding. She looked bloody alluring, almost surreal;
twenty thuds of her heart before they paused. He dropped his forehead against hers only a breath away with tousled tresses surrounding her relaxed face. His weary
and kept their lips almost touching as Hermione fought hard to ignore the thunder eyes fell to her slightly swollen mouth and he wondered...
of questions trying to burst out of her ears and chest. Don’t be such a fucking idiot.
She slowly opened her eyes and found that Draco still looked half-asleep but If he’d thought his room had been heavy with her scent before, he was practi-
blissfully calm. She savoured the remains of his peppermint taste and kept as still cally drowning in it now, and it was delicious. He was contemplating whether or
as she possibly could. not to touch her; wondering if his fantasies had become a full-fledged hallucina-
“Granger...” he mumbled sleepily, as though he wasn’t sure if it was her. tion, but her amber eyes slowly flitted open before he could. They simply stared
She didn’t dare move as he slowly eased himself off her and settled to the side. at each other for a long minute; her looking slightly embarrassed and him with a
She watched him intently, searching for any indication that he was horrified or even suspicious glare.
aware of what they had just done. He sealed his eyes and gathered the blankets back “What are you doing here, Granger?” he broke the quiet, steeling his features.
around him, and Hermione shifted to make her exit, but a sleepy murmur made He watched her with glassy eyes as nerves seemed to spark in her head and she
her falter. dragged in a shaky breath. “Granger-

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ten in the evening when she decided to yield to her heavy lids and return to her or her room, sometimes she couldn’t help but imagine…
dorm, hoping that Draco wasn’t loitering in the sitting area. She shook her head to chase away the risqué thoughts and reminded herself that
She managed to sneak soundlessly inside and grab a glass of water, but a knock she had just received some promising news.
at the main door startled her. The glass shattered at her feet and she cursed under Priorities, Hermione...
her breath, casting a wary look at Draco’s room.
“Are you okay in there, Hermione?” Michael’s voice called from outside, and ★★★
she rolled her eyes. “Did I hear-
“I’m fine,” she bit back. “What do you want, Michael?” After two days of awkward glances and an obvious reluctance to address the
“Just a quick word- night spent in forbidden arms, Hermione was beginning to realise she quite missed
“I’m just about to go to bed,” she told him, sidestepping the shards carefully. Draco’s company. She was still struggling to really identify what she truly felt for
“We can discuss it tomorrow- her Slytherin housemate, but she had done her best to ignore her curiosity, and
“It won’t take a moment,” he insisted. “Come on, Hermione, it’s only ten.” instead focus on her Horcrux research. But she couldn’t deny her interest in him,
The witch exhaled and massaged her forehead, turning to give Draco’s door a nor could she really figure out why she desired to spend time with him when all
sceptical glance. Surely he knew better than to reveal himself when she had a guest, they seemed to do was fight.
but he was unpredictable at the best of times. Deciding it was best to get rid of Mi- Perhaps it was because she could see him slowly dropping his defences, or pos-
chael as quickly as possible, she transfigured her clothes into pyjamas and kicked sibly because the arguments reminded her that she had some fire still thundering
off her shoes, leaving her bag and wand in the kitchenette before she made to an- in her bones. Hell, maybe she just enjoyed the spasmodic little flutters that crowded
swer the door. her gut whenever they were close…
“Can I come in?” the Head Boy asked once she’s opened it a crack. It was Tuesday, meaning she would be leaving in two days to visit Tonks, and
“Not right now,” she shook her head, too tired to even invent an excuse. “What she needed to tell Draco. Smothering her anxiety and steeling her courage, she
do you need?” slipped out of her room, urged on by the winds slashing the night, and tapped
“Well, I was just wondering what the arrangements are for Friday?” lightly against his door.
“You know what’s happening,” she frowned. “I sent you all the details.” “Why do you bother knocking?” Draco’s voice called from inside. “You will
“I meant with us,” he clarified, rubbing the back of his neck. “Am I picking you come in whether I say you can, or not.”
up from here? Or do you- She found a little smile toying with her mouth as she used her wand to unlock
“Oh that,” she mumbled, trying to remain patient. It wasn’t his fault that she’d his door, and she licked her dry lips before padding her bare feet over his threshold.
been rather exasperated recently. “No, that’s fine, Michael. We all agreed to meet He was sitting on his bed; shoulders hunched over and elbows resting against his
outside the Great Hall, so we’ll just do that.” crossed legs, while one of her books lay discarded near his feet.
“Okay,” he nodded, barely concealing his disappointment. “Are you sure you “What do you want, Granger?” he asked, barely offering her a sideways glance.
don’t want to meet up beforehand?” “I wanted to talk to you about something-
“No, we’re going to be rushed as it is, so it’s just easier to meet there,” she ex- “And you decided that three in the morning was the best time to bring it up?”
plained, pretending to stifle a yawn. “Was there something else? I’m quite knackered.” “I’ve been busy,” she lied, carefully easing herself down to sit at the foot of his
“Um, no,” he shrugged in defeat. “That was all. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” bed. “And we’re both up, so I figured-
“Good night,” Hermione offered, promptly closing the door and listening to Mi- “Spit it out then,” he said tiredly. “I actually planned on getting some sleep tonight.”
chael’s footsteps echo down the corridor. She stilled her breaths when she felt that “Okay,” she sighed, hesitating as she tried to select her words. “On Thursday, I
familiar tingle across her shoulders and back, and she knew her Slytherin housemate shall be staying in Hogsmeade for a couple of days-
was behind her. “What are you playing at?” she questioned, whipping around and “What?” he blurted. His head snapped up at her words, and a violent sense of
making the mistake of catching his eyes. “Are you trying to get yourself caught?” dread seized his chest. The thought of her leaving him alone in this sanity-starving
Draco’s snowy features were creased into a pained scowl that made her falter. hole made him feel sick to his stomach, and an itchy shiver clawed its way up his
He looked…betrayed. “You said that there was nothing going on between you and spine. “What the hell do you mean you’ll be leaving for a couple days?”
Corner,” he growled darkly, and her chest constricted. “Well, I’m visiting someone,” she explained, nervously tucking a an unruly curl

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behind her ear. “I will leave you enough food and- “You’ve been avoiding me,” he accused in a scratchy voice. “Why?”
“Are you going with that Corner prick?” he hissed quietly, fixing her with a Hermione averted her gaze. “You know why, Draco,” she snapped. “Move out
fierce glare. “Romantic fuck-fest for the Heads at The Three Broomsticks?” my way-
Hermione flinched. “No, that’s not- “Exactly how long you do you intend to keep up this silent treatment?” he con-
“I suppose I should be grateful that you’re not denting the headboard in your tinued irately. “It’s starting to piss me off-
own room,” he continued viciously. “And if you have to slag it around- “I won’t ask you again,” she said between tense lips, clumsily rummaging in her
“Draco, stop it!” she barked with offence and the shadows of tears scratching pocket for her wand. “Get out of my way, or I’ll make you.”
at her eyes. “I’m meeting a female friend for Godric’s sake! Why do you always He regarded her with conflicting eyes, biting the inside of his mouth with irri-
have to do that?” tation, before he stepped to the side with a resigned breath. His balled fists were
His mouth clapped shut as he willed his stormy thoughts to simmer, and he shaking at his sides as she brushed past him, and she tried desperately to ignore the
wondered why he’d found his rant necessary. He considered the possibility that she breeze of his comforting scent. His breath stroked across the shell of her ear, but
was bluffing to save face, but he doubted Granger was capable of lying; and in a she managed to stifle the shiver that threatened to betray her weakness.
world rife with deception, he found her honesty rather refreshing. “We have argued before, Granger,” he said before she could reach the door, his
“I’m sorry.” voice almost dejected. “Why are you so…effected this time?”
The words were rushed and tumbled past his lips before he could stop them, but She halted her steps and felt the ire rise in her chest. “You asked me to leave you
for a brief moment, he thought the charming softening of her features might be worth alone,” she responded coldly. “And that’s what I’m doing-
his error. The way she looked at him then, like he was worth something more than “But I-
the pitiful mess he felt, made that incessant craving to touch her tickle his fingertips. “You made this bed, Draco,” she told him stiffly, determined not to get dragged
“I’m sorry that I won’t be here for a couple of days,” she said before he could into an argument. “So lie in it.”
retract his comment, and he found himself weaving his fingers to keep his hands Fumbling with her wand, she cast a quick Muffliato to whisper her recently-
busy. “I will arrange some way for you to contact me if there’s anything you need- changed password; Crookshanks. She doubted Draco would know the name of her
“I am perfectly capable of surviving two days by myself,” he scoffed quickly, but beloved pet, and knew now to be careful when going into her room. She thought
the idea of her not being around to chase away the boredom made his soul ache. she heard him whisper something as she went inside, but she refused to dwell on it.
“It’s a bloody shame you don’t fuck off more often.” “Wait,” Draco murmured, but she slammed the door anyway.
“Maybe- He recalled that fickle phrase his mother had used when he’d first started to
“You have been a lot more…cheerful recently,” he commented suddenly, giving attend Hogwarts and he’d denied he would miss the Manor; you don’t realise what
her suspicious stare. “It’s annoying.” you’ve got until it’s gone. After a fortnight with only a handful of sentences ex-
Hermione frowned and wondered if her reaction to Ron’s letter had been a bit changed, he was beginning to regret the way he had handled their tempestuous row,
more obvious that she’d thought. “What makes you think I’m happier?” and she was apparently adamant to not even look at him. It was beginning to slowly
“It’s written all over your face,” he said with a roll of his smoky eyes. “And if I’m guess- erode his resolve to pretend it wasn’t bothering him, but the pride-damning truth
ing right, this friend that you are meeting is one of your Order lot. Would I be right in was he pined for something from her.
assuming that your side is doing well, and that is to blame for your good mood?” A passionate fight, an educated discussion…a kiss.
“You know I can’t discus that with you- Anything.
“Why not?” he countered. “I’m hardly going to walk out the front door and spill
all your secrets to the manwho wants me dead.” ★★★
Hermione exhaled wearily and swivelled her body to face him. “I just don’t
think we should talk about it- Wednesday had the pace of a limp-limbed sloth.
“I’m sure everyone else is talking about it,” he muttered thoughtfully. “Why Hermione’s classes had droned by, and she had spent the remainder of her af-
should we be any different?” ternoon helping to finalise the decorations for the Great Hall. She had managed to
“Because we are different, Draco,” she told him, somewhat sadly. “We are- tear away from the overly-enthusiastic Prefects and steal a few hours in the Library,
“On different sides,” he finished for her, bowing his head to hide his eyes. but her research on Horcruxes had been frustratingly unproductive. It was around

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 “Well, if he tries anything, he’ll be shitting slugs for a week.” Hermione tilted her head, confused about the trace of melancholy in his tone.
Hermione couldn’t help but laugh, and it felt good. “Your brother is fond of He looked troubled tonight, as though a horde of questions were streaming across
slug-hexes too.” his brain and he had no idea which one to answer first. She could see the muscles
“Even after it backfired?” Ginny smirked, cocking an amused eyebrow. “Okay, of his face were strained in an attempt to keep whatever was brewing in his head
well that’s my dress sorted. Which one do you like?” hidden from her, perhaps even from himself. That rare bearing of vulnerability was
“I have dresses- there again; in the subtle twitch of his lips or the anxious flicks of fingers, and she
“But you should get a new one,” she insisted, gesturing to the variety of gowns wondered when she had learned to read him so well.
in Gladrags Wizardwear. “That navy one would suit you- “Different sides,” she repeated in a solemn tone. “You still consider yourself one
“I don’t see the point in buying a dress for a ball I don’t even want to go to,” of them, Draco?”
Hermione argued, although the dress held her attention for a moment. “And it’s That was the question…
not like I want to impress my date- He swallowed away the clot of angst in his throat and bit down hard on his
“Don’t do it for him, do it for yourself,” Ginny told her as she moved to pluck tongue. It was the question he’d been asking himself since he had been forced to
the gown from the rail. “This colour is lovely, and it doesn’t have any of the frilly run from Voldemort; for how could he truly be part of a side whose leader wanted
stuff you hate.” him rotting in a shallow grave? The question had grown louder and dominant
Hermione hesitated and reached out to finger the chiffon gown; simple com- since Granger had started to invade his senses. Everything was monumentally
pared to the other dresses decorating the shop, but she had always followed the less- fucked up, and she seemed to be the only steady and, dare he think it, good aspect
is-more principle. “It’s very beautiful,” she mumbled thoughtfully. “But I- of his pathetic pseudo-life as a prisoner. He may detest the way he reacted to her
“Just try it on.” and yearned for her company, but there was no denying her presence soothed his
fractured soul.
★★★ Salazar, forgive me for that.
But he couldn’t help it. She was the first and only person to make him chal-
The Head Girl headed back to her chambers with some Christmas gifts and the lenge the beliefs that had been engraved into his skull. How could he realistically
new dress in hand. Ginny’s incorrigible and convincing behaviour was to blame, follow the psychopathic ideals of that creature when he’d put a price on his head?
but Hermione would admit that she felt a little more relaxed after some shopping How could he really believe that Muggle-borns were inferior when Granger was
and a Butterbeer in the freshly-decorated pub, but it dissipated as she came to stand the brightest witch to stumble into Hogwarts for decades? How could he…How
in front of her door. could he pretend that those prejudices still made sense, no matter how bad he
Taking a deep breath, as she always did, she shoved it open and cursed herself wanted them to?
yet again for forgetting her charmed bag as she struggled with her purchases. Her “Don’t you?” he asked her absently, removing his bare arm from under the blan-
plan to make her entrance quiet and quick was hopeless when she stumbled, and ket to display his Mark. “Doesn’t this make me one of them?”
some of her bags went flying across the floorboards. Hermione frowned at the ugly and twisted blemish on his snowy skin and was
“Bugger,” she murmured, kneeling down to collect them. surprised to find that it didn’t bother her anymore; not on him anyway. Perhaps it
She grabbed the final item just as she heard Draco’s door open, and she kept was the slightly softer edge to his voice tonight, or the defeated slump of his shoulders,
her eyes low as he strode into the sitting area. The air in the room instantly shifted but she felt like pushing the boundaries with her struggling companion. She shuffled
and grew heavier, and she swallowed back some nerves as she rose to her feet and a little closer and carefully reached out to stroke her fingers across his still-healing
rolled her shoulders. flesh, and felt encouraged when he didn’t immediately snatch his arm away from her.
“What’s that for?” he questioned critically, gesturing to her dress in the trans- “That Mark doesn’t define you,” she said gently, catching his confused eyes pur-
parent cover. posefully. “The same way my blood does not define me. You define who you are,
He was partially blocking her way, and the answer slipped out of her mouth Draco; your actions and your thoughts-
before she could catch it. “Christmas Ball,” she mumbled quickly, manoeuvring “And if I don’t know who I am?” he questioned, his voice quivering slightly.
awkwardly around the sofas, but he moved into her path anyway; his eyes lingering “What if I am…lost?”
on her dress. “Get out of my way please- A scary bout of affection soared in her chest. “Then just do what feels right,” she

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urged eagerly. “And the rest will follow.” a healthy distance from him. She still cooked the meals, of course, but that was the
Draco’s brow creased and his distant stare fell to her calming fingers, still softly extent of her Malfoy-related activities, even if she was yearning to do more.
teasing the sensitive scar on his forearm. Just when Hermione thought he was begin- Despite her best efforts not to, she still cared.
ning to absorb her words, he snorted and pulled away from her too-tempting caresses. But distractions were plenty with Michael requiring her help for the Ball and
“You Gryffindors are so quick to seek the good in people; to assume people the end of term arrangements, and Ginny had successfully managed to convince
can change,” he scorned with questionable mirth. “Some people are beyond her to go dress-shopping. The students had been given today, Sunday, to visit
change, Granger- Hogsmeade and buy their formal outfits; and Hermione had hoped that the village’s
“Not you,” she protested quickly. “Not you, Draco.” festive atmosphere would warm her mood.
Doubt flickered in his ashy glare, but she could see he was determined to resist She had always loved Christmas, but the cheer seemed forced and awkward
her tonight. “You should go,” he told her, nodding his head towards the door. this year, and she was very much aware that she wouldn’t be spending it with
She contemplated telling him that she wanted to stay; to surrender some of her Harry and Ron or her family. The risks were simply too high. Even the snow,
pride and admit that she felt safe with him, and that she’d never slept better in her which she adored with the appetite of a toddler, seemed to be in hiding, and not
life than when she had been locked in his arms. But the prospect of him laughing a flake had fallen this winter.
in her face and rejecting her made the cold scratch across her skin, and she decided There was still time though…
not to push her luck. Leaving his bed, she headed out of his room, but paused in “What do you think?” Ginny asked as she pulled back the dressing-room cur-
the doorframe. tain. Hermione raised her head and felt a genuine smile tug at her lips. Her beautiful
“They’re just labels, you know,” she mumbled, keeping her back to him so he friend had selected a charming black dress with an intricate bead pattern across the
wouldn’t see the first tear roll down her cheek. “Slytherin, Gryffindor. Pureblood bust and seams, and it suited her perfectly. “Well?” she prompted eagerly, flicking
and Mudblood. They don’t dictate how we should live our lives.” her fiery hair over her shoulder. “Is it okay?”
Behind her, Draco fought hard to ignore the quickening thuds against his rib- “You look stunning,” Hermione told her affectionately. “Really, Gin. Didn’t you
cage. As she disappeared, he glanced down at his Mark again, and could still feel like it in the mirror?”
the lingering tingles from her touch. He felt so alone at that moment; almost aware “The mirrors are charmed to bullshit that every dress looks good,” the younger
that the flimsy remains of his stubborn prejudices were starting to shatter and witch scoffed. “Are you sure you’re not just being polite?”
crumble under the weight of her words. He knew that her absence, even if it was “No,” she shook her head. “That’s the one, Gin. You look wonderful.”
only for a couple of days, would do damaging things to his muddled brain. She grinned and smoothed down the fabric. “Thank you,” she said. “Is it good
As if to confirm that he had finally yielded to the somewhat blissful beginnings enough that I should take some photographs for when Harry gets back?”
of madness, he waited an hour before he crept soundlessly out of his room, and If he gets back…
found himself outside of her door. He toyed with the thought of murmuring her “Definitely,” she nodded instead, deciding that dampening the mood was un-
password and slipping inside, but he had no idea what he intended to do. necessary. “He would stutter like a fool if he saw you in that dress, although I’m
You pathetic twat… sure Neville will do the same.”
“No,” Ginny chuckled. “Neville’s puppy-dog eyes have been steering towards
★★★ Hannah Abbott recently.”
“Really? Then why didn’t he ask her to go?”
“Michael and I agreed on the eleventh of December for the Christmas ball,” Her- “You know how shy he gets,” she spoke of him fondly. “Plus, I got in there be-
mione explained. “I know it’s a little earlier than usual, but you mentioned that you fore he really had a chance to ask anyone. I wanted a date who I trusted; something
might have some problems with the transportation for some students this year.” you should have done, Hermione.”
“Yes, that’s true,” McGonagall nodded. “I’ve decided it’s wise to send small “Michael is innocent enough-
groups of students home for the Christmas holidays over a week or so, just in case. “He has a soft spot for you,” Ginny interrupted with a disapproving tone. “I
I’m not sure using the Hogwarts Express is a good idea either, but there are alter- know he and Ron weren’t close, but still; he should know better-
natives. The eleventh works well.” “Ron and I were never official,” she reminded the redhead. “And Michael is just
Hermione sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Do we have to continue with this charade, a friend, Ginny-

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 Professor?” she asked wearily. “It seems silly to have a ball when we are at War-
“You know I want to keep spirits up,” the headmistress said evenly. “Hogwarts
is acting as a haven for now, and I would like the students to feel safe here-
“But they-
“The eleventh is fine,” the older witch hushed her. “Classes will finish on the
tenth, and that provides myself and the other professors with two weeks to ensure
everyone gets home safely. Are you staying here, Miss Granger?”
“Yes,” she replied a little sadly. “I’ve told my parents that I’m staying at the Burrow.
They still don’t really know much about what’s going on, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
GLASS McGonagall creased her brow. “Have you given any more thought to that
memory charm you discussed with me?”
“It’s a last resort,” Hermione told her professor quickly. “I don’t want to use it
unless I absolutely have to.”
“Well, let’s just hope that things don’t come to that,” she sighed. “On a more positive
note, I’ve heard from Nymphadora, and she is expecting you when you are ready.”
Hermione’s stressed features instantly brightened with that information. “I can’t
wait to see her,” she confessed. “Do you need anything else from me? Or can I-
“You are more than welcome to go now,” McGonagall offered with a warm ex-
THE FINAL DAYS OF NOVEMBER WERE MISTY AND BITTER, AND pression. “Would you like me to get Professor Slughorn to escort you?”
December crept in before she’d even noticed. “I’ll be fine,” she assured quickly, rising from her seat. “I need to head back to
The nights were the kind that made you long for company; cold and eerily silent my dorm first anyway.”
as nature slowly died by the frost. The winds had faded, and for that she was grate- “Very well,” the headmistress nodded. “I shall see you in Transfiguration to-
ful, but Oh God the silence was haunting. morrow then. And I expect you to be at the Christmas ball, Hermione.”
She was doing everything possible to keep busy, spending less time in her quar- Great.
ters, and flitting between the library and organising the ball with Michael and the “Okay,” she nodded reluctantly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Professor.”
Prefects. The dorm had become so suffocating after her fight with Draco, and she
didn’t dare spend more than a few moments in his presence. Despite the fact that ★★★
their stormy altercation had happened just over two weeks ago, she still felt uneasy.
Anything more than a necessary moment, and her body would start to react; heat Hermione anxiously drummed her fingernails against the wall next to Draco’s
crawling into her cheeks and pixies fluttering in her stomach. door. She had been lingering in the same spot for close to five minutes now, won-
Draco, on the other hand, seemed to seek her out whenever he could, randomly dering why she was so concerned about her parting words to her blond guest. Since
emerging from his room when she was in the kitchen or sitting area. In the last their reasonably intense conversation, she had kept her distance, deciding that she
fortnight, they had crossed paths no less than ten times, and it was all due to his had once again probably surrendered too much of her hope to him. But he had been
efforts, much to her confusion. She always made a quick exit and tried to avoid his so human…practically bleeding a level of vulnerability that had left her with trust-
eyes, fearing they would drag her in, but she had yielded and caught them once or ing heart-flutters and a whole new batch of emotions that she didn’t understand.
twice. Her breath would hitch and her mouth would go dry, but she always man- What if I am…lost?
aged to keep her expression indifferent as she ducked into her room, with his stare She could have cried for that comment. His customary arrogance had mo-
always boring into her back. mentarily melted away to show her that perhaps all of her efforts hadn’t been in
In the days since their kiss-come-argument, Draco had seemed to deteriorate; vain. Maybe she had nourished that seed of doubt in his mind enough that it was
his features becoming worn and defeated. She ached to interact with him, if only to finally starting to blossom…Or maybe she was getting ahead of herself. His flash
chase away some of the pain etched onto his face, but she was determined to keep of decency had diminished so quickly, she was beginning to wonder if it had

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happened at all. charm before she collapsed to the floor and coughed up a string of heart-hurting
“Is there a bloody reason you’re loitering outside my room?” his voice disrupted sobs. She passed the stage where her lungs burned but couldn’t stop despite the
her thoughts, muffled through the tick wooden door. physical pain searing through her chest.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed it open and found him, once again, casually It shouldn’t have killed her; she had, after all, experienced his cruel attitude on
sitting on his bed with one of her books in his lap. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Am I so many occasions, but that kiss…
interrupting you, or- It had been deceptive, leading her into a false sense of promise that had con-
“Yes, because I have so much on my plate,” he said snidely, rolling his eyes. vinced her to bare her soul to him, and he had just spat on it. She felt cheated and
“What do you want, Granger?” used, and the worst thing was, she had no idea at what point she would have told
“I’m leaving for Hogsmeade now,” she told him. “I have prepared enough food him to stop. If she would have told him to stop.
for you to last the two days- Screw that Gryffindor tenacity; she gave up.
“Sod off then,” Draco spat coldly. “What were you expecting, Granger? A fuck-
ing farewell party?”
“I wasn’t expecting you to be so angry,” she murmured, taking some steps to-
wards him. “And I certainly don’t know why you’re angry.”
Neither did he.
“I’m not angry,” he defended quickly. “I just don’t understand why you found
it necessary to barge in here again and bore me with your shit again. You told me
you were leaving the other day.”
“Yes, but I-
“Are you done?” he snapped. “I might have sod all to do, but I’d rather do it
without you here.”
Hermione sighed and turned to rummage in her charmed bag, in which she had
stored all of the belongings she would need for her stay with Tonks. After a couple of
shakes, she removed a small snow-globe containing a miniature replica of Hogwarts
Castle inside, surrounded by fake snow. Draco arched an eyebrow as she rested the
little object in her lap and stroked the glass thoughtfully before she caught his eyes.
“I’ve charmed this,” she said slowly. “If you shake it five times, it will set off an
alarm on my clock. I’ve extended the wards too, so if you try to leave, that’ll also set
the alarm off.”
He shouldn’t have really been impressed with Granger’s magical abilities, but
once again he found himself with an unwelcome sense of admiration for her. He
scowled away any semblance of respect that could have betrayed him, and released
a haughty scoff.
“I don’t need-
“It’s just a precaution,” she stopped him. “In case you fall and break you leg,
or something-
“Wishful thinking there, Granger?” he said with an easy smirk. “You haven’t
lined the dorm with traps, have you?”
Hermione’s lips twitched into an almost-smile, and she edged forward to place
the snow-globe next to Draco on the bed. The flash of humour that had suited his
features so well faded away as he eyed her dainty item with distaste and pushed it

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think a few stupid kisses are going to erase what I think about you and your kind?” away from him, and Hermione wanted very much at that moment to touch him.
She released a sad breath. “You and I- The temptation had hit her so quickly and suddenly that she flinched, clenching
“You and I are nothing!” he protested heatedly. “I told you! I clearly need a shag her hands into tight fists in an effort to ignore the tightening of her stomach.
bad enough that I would- “You know, Draco,” she mumbled uneasily, frowning when her voice hitched. “I
“Lower yourself to touch a Mudblood,” she finished for him. “You know, you could make other arrangements. If you don’t want me to go, you only have to say.”
flinch when you say it now.” Don’t go…
He faltered. “No, I do not- “If you have no more pointless toys in your little bag of tricks,” Draco growled.
“Yes you do.” “Then I see no reason for you to still be here, Granger.”
Something about the conviction in her tone stirred that heat in his gut again, She was certain he could see the disappointment behind her lashes, but it
and before he could stop himself, he had practically pounced on her and was kissing quickly turned into irritation. “Fine,” she said brusquely. “If you insist on being so
her again. The unsatisfied aftershocks of the last round were raw and consuming, bloody cold all the time-
but he managed to stop himself before he got carried away this time. He released “I wasn’t expecting you to be so angry,” he repeated her earlier words conde-
her with a loud groan, resting his forehead against hers and drawing in loud and scendingly. “Was there something else you wanted, Granger?”
ragged breaths as he fought his cravings. He’d gone too far. “No,” she huffed, swiftly rising from the bed. “I just don’t understand why you
Hermione studied his agitated expression and felt her chest ache. She willed have to be such a bastard all the time-
herself to be patient and understanding, but she wondered how much more she “Hey!” he shouted, standing up and grabbing her wrist. “What the hell were you
could give him. Gulping back her nerves, she decided she would give him one final expecting, Granger? Some gratitude for this poxy ornament when you’re leaving
opportunity to redeem this situation, even if it meant sacrificing another piece of me alone in this sodding prison-
her waning dignity for the sake of a Death Eater. Merlin, help her. “I am learning to expect nothing from you!” she fired back, bringing her face
“Draco,” she murmured breathlessly. “Look at me.” His eyes snapped open and close to his. “Just when I think you might have a shred of decency in you, you go
regarded her wearily as she placed her soothing palm against his cheek. “It’s okay,” right back to being a selfish prick!”
she told him. “I know this is- “What the hell are you talking-
“You don’t have a fucking clue,” he ground out, yanking away from her again, “The other day,” Hermione reminded him in a quieter voice. “When we were
and scrambling to his feet. “You can’t even begin to comprehend what this place is talking about sides-
doing to my head!” “You read too much into things,” he growled defensively. “Did you ever think
“Draco- that maybe this place is just screwing with my head a little-
“I am telling you now, Granger, that nothing like this will ever happen again,” “Not as much you’d like to think,” she retorted, swallowing when she realised
he promised, and his words were so measured and crisp that she found herself be- how close they were. “Why do you have to put on an act when I am the only person
lieving them. “We are done here- who sees you?”
“Yes, we are,” she replied, rising to stand and straightening her back defiantly. He parted his lips but hesitated to say anything. There was something familiar
She’d reached her limit. “I refuse to do this anymore! I do not deserve to be treated in her golden eyes that reminded him of the day she had kissed him in her allergy-
like this by you! Do what the hell you want, because I don’t give a shit!” stricken haze. It was there between her anxious blinks; a spark of courage amongst
“Finally!” he exclaimed. “She gets it! Well, I’m glad you eventually decided see a storm of nerves, and he felt her lean into him. He clenched his eyes shut and de-
some sense. Accept this for what it is, Granger; me wanting a convenient fuck, and bated allowing it to happen; tempted to just to drop all his defences, and let her do
you being the only option- whatever she wanted. This was his only opportunity to get a final dose of her; that
“Get out of my face!” she shouted, removing her wand from her back pocket. forbidden fix, before she left him alone with his demons. They had grazed lips be-
She could feel her eyes watering, and she refused to let him see her crumble. “Now!” fore, so what difference would one more taste make?
He held his ground for a few moments; his incensed glare shifting between her But when her warm breath ghosted across his chin, it dragged Draco back to
face and her wand before he spun on his heel and disappeared into his room. The reality, and he hastily shoved her away before she could touch him. He sneered
witch was quaking violently and her chest heaving as she tried to gather some sem- viciously at her as she stumbled, but the venom in his features was forced and prac-
blance of control, but it was impossible. She managed to choke out a quick silencing tised; simply a mask to cover how disorientated he felt. Granger, on the other hand,

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had no time to hide her humiliation and surprise; her movements jerky and her between your thighs?” Hermione cringed but remained silent, and Draco felt the
eyes misted with hurt. Draco was a heartbeat away from screaming at her to leave, jealousy stab his stomach painfully. “Let me guess,” he sneered darkly. “Weasley?”
but she whirled around and fled before he could even draw in a breath. “That’s none of your business-
The slam of the door ricocheted around his lonely room like the clap of the “IT IS NOW!”
Wizengamot’s hammer. Thus was his sentence; two days with only his shadow for “Why?” she retorted bravely, squaring her shoulders. “You’ve made it quite
company and wondering what he would do without her presence to chase away the clear that this…mistake was just an attempt to land a ‘quick fuck!’”
damning solitude. He faltered at her brazen language but kept his scowl firm. “What the hell were
He should have let her kiss him… you expecting, Granger? All your pro-Mudblood shit to sink in?”
“I know some of it has,” she said steadily. “You know it too-
★★★ “Why the fuck should I have to change to appease you-
“It’s not about changing yourself!” she argued loudly, too enraged to cry. “It’s
The cold air made her tear-sodden eyes sting. about finding yourself!”
Hermione’s walk to Hogsmeade was a rushed one; plagued with the realisation “Don’t waste your Gryffindor crap on me-
that she was beginning to feel things for Draco that were far from normal. “Have you ever been happy, Draco?” she asked him hopefully, carefully shifting
The first time she had kissed him, she had been woozy and dazed; acting on a a little closer to him. “Have you ever really felt content with your life, or done any-
commanding impulse that had been too much for logic to repress. But her at- thing that felt right to you?”
tempt to catch another taste just moments ago had been different. She had wanted He hesitated, shuffling through his fractured memories and trying to find one
to lean in and test her luck. It had been a conscious decision, that had resulted in with her requirements. The only time he could ever recall feeling a sense of peace
her feeling rejected and completely mortified. The thoughts in her brain were was the night she had slept in his lap, and perhaps just now when he had been gorg-
muddled and mangled into a catastrophic mess, and she had no idea where to ing on her taste, but before that…only darkness. Just a hatred for her kind that had
even begin dealing with them. engulfed any chance of contentment.
As The Three Broomsticks came into view, she sleeved away the evidence of her “Look me in the eye,” she said softly, coming to sit at his side. “And tell me that
cries and tried to gather her composure. At least the excitement of seeing Tonks you still completely believe that Muggle-borns are inferior; that I am disgusting.”
would drown some of her questions about Draco, and she managed a half-hearted He parted his lips to indulge in a vile and scornful rant, but he couldn’t do it.
smile as she entered the familiar inn. A few of the usual punters were scattered Salazar knew he wanted to, but she looked too perfect then for him to even pretend
around, but she barely noticed them as she caught Madam Rosmerta’s wise eyes. she was filthy; lips slightly swollen and hair deliciously tousled.
The older witch offered Hermione a knowing nod and discreetly passed her a key No, he couldn’t.
across the bar, and she wasted no time in rushing to see her friend. “Leave me alone,” he murmured instead, hoping he sounded somewhere near
“There she is!” Tonks beamed as Hermione barged into the room. “I thought threatening although he doubted it. She leaned in to rest her palm against his shoul-
you might have lost your way.” der, and the tingle was too reminiscent for him. “Don’t touch me.”
“It’s so good to see you,” she gushed, rushing in for a hug, but faltering when she She withdrew her hand reluctantly. “D-do you…like kissing me, Draco?” she
spotted the slight swell of Tonks’ stomach. “Oh, Tonks! You’re starting to show!” stuttered uneasily.
“Meet the bump,” she said with playful grin. “And I’m warning you now that I Yes…
am going through the craving stage, so if you see me huddled in the corner clutch- “Ask me if I like betraying my family,” he shot back harshly. “Ask me if I would
ing a marmite and jam sandwich, just ignore me.” be doing this if I wasn’t in this hell-
Hermione smiled, but couldn’t quite manage the laugh that would have nor- “I like kissing you,” she confessed in a rushed whisper. “But I…I am getting so
mally come so naturally with Tonks’ humour. An image of her encounter with tired of trying to convince you that I am not someone you should hate-
Draco, when his lips had been barely a breath away, danced across her lids and left “What do you want from me, Granger?” he asked.
her mouth dry and her heart heavy. “Nothing more than you can give,” she told him gently. “But I want you to stop
“Are you okay, Hermione?” Tonks asked. “You look a bit troubled.” pretending and do what feels right for you for once-
“I’m fine,” she lied quickly. “I just miss Harry and Ron.” “How the fuck would you know what feels right for me?” he challenged. “You

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as he sucked her in and took greedy nips at her winter-wet lips. She kept up with
him, licking and pecking back with dissipating nerves; clutching onto his arms with “Of course you do,” she nodded sympathetically, giving the younger witch a
trembling fingers. His hands drifted up her cheekbones and into her coffee-curls, warm smile. “But at least you have some friends here who you can talk to. How are
coaxing a moan from her that made his hips twitch. things at Hogwarts?”
He pressed himself against her as much as he could, dragging his fingertips Hermione couldn’t help but flinch.
down her neck, shoulders and ribs to settle possessively at her sides. He groaned as Complicated…
she combed her nails through his hair, catching a sensitive spot at his spine that
made him shiver in a wonderful way. Their hot breaths clashed between kisses and ★★★
Draco decided he needed more; craved it actually.
He tore his mouth away and moved to her throat, pleasantly surprised when she Draco scowled into the darkness.
lolled her head back and sighed in apparent bliss. Her grip on his biceps tightened It was late, and the glow of the moon didn’t reach the windowless living room
as he found a receptive spot near her ear that made her blood rush, and her pulse where the silence was ringing in his ears; a loud reminder that she wasn’t here. Her
felt tantalising under his tongue. scent was starting to fade, the dorm felt eerily hollow, and all he had done for the
“Tell me to stop,” he mumbled against her skin, barely audible. last several hours was stare at the fucking snow-globe.
Hermione swallowed hard but didn’t utter a word to break their contact; too All he had to do was rattle the ugly little thing, and she would return, and he
lost in the pace and passion that was completely foreign to her. She was vaguely could steal a taste of her, as he should have done before she’d left.
aware that he was pushing away her robes, but the thought of stopping was a distant He lunged at the magical ornament and hurled it at the wall with a loud roar
whisper at the back of her skull. She heard them thud to the floor just as he lifted ripping his windpipe. He watched it shatter before he turned on his heel and
his head to steal her lips again, his warm and eager palms sliding under her jumper. marched towards Granger’s room with elevated breaths. Mumbling her password,
Her hands dropped to rest against his chest, and she scratched curiously at his col- he instantly calmed as he greedily inhaled the air in the room.
larbone and neck. Definitively Granger.
“Tell me to stop,” he hissed out, more urgently this time, nipping at her jaw. He studied his surroundings critically, expecting to find a huge collection of
His hands grazed upwards until his thumbs stroked the underside of her cotton- personal belongings, but except for a few photographs, the predicable red bedding,
covered breasts. Her fingernails were raking down his stomach, and he felt himself and an impressive collection of books, it was similar to his own room.
harden as she went lower. That was when reality struck him. Draco eyed the photographs sourly, lingering on particular one of Granger with
“TELL ME TO STOP!” he screamed, ripping himself away from her so franti- those feckless pricks she considered good company. He slapped all the frames down
cally he stumbled to the floor a few feet away. so he wouldn’t have to look them and settled himself on her bed, absently running
Hermione felt all her limbs go weak, and she slid gracelessly down the door, his fingertips over her covers. His lids felt heavy and he leaned back; lulled by how
studying Draco intently and anxiously. He looked broken and battered, like all his strong her scent was amongst her pillows and blankets. If he slept here, surrounded
energy was being used to refrain from touching her. He slowly raised his head and by soothing whispers of her presence, who would know?
they locked eyes; both sets shocked and wide. “Sod it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me to stop?” he growled accusingly. “Are you fucking stu-
pid, Granger? Do you think this is normal?”
She was shaking. “I don’t-
“Do you have any idea what this place is doing to me?” he asked coldly. “What
you are doing to me?”
“Draco, please-
“LOOK AT ME!” he yelled. “I do NOT do shit like this! That desperate for a
quick fuck that I would touch the Mudblood virgin-
“Don’t you dare call me that!” she warned angrily.
“Which one?” he fired back. “You’re telling me someone has actually crawled

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 Too dangerous, but ultimately too tempting.
The pathetic truth was he missed her, and not just as a distraction; he missed
her as a person. Her voice, her little quirks, her fire…just everything. She would be
back tomorrow, although he had no idea what time. It could be fairly early in the
morning for all he knew, so his decision to sleep in her bed again was a rather risky
one, and another damaging blow to his pride.
But it felt right.

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CRAVE Tonks had left at eight, and Hermione had managed to get to the school before
the weekend-lazy students had started to rouse and roam. She was so nervous she
had worried her lower lip until it had bled, which had meant a slight detour at the
prefects bathroom to heal the cut. Perhaps she was stalling, but she spent a good
few minutes scrutinizing her reflection and trying to concoct a strategy to deal with
Draco after her embarrassing behaviour two days ago.
Deciding that she had put it off for long enough, she headed to her dorm, hesi-
tating to take a deep breath before she muttered the appropriate password. She
“NO,” TONKS SHOOK HER HEAD. “THE LETTER THE BOYS SENT REMUS slipped inside, intending to be as quiet as possible, but a rush of wind slammed the
didn’t explain much, but does it really matter? As long as it’s gone.” door shut behind her.
“I guess not,” Hermione agreed absently. “I just wish I could do a little more to Bugger…
help, and maybe if I knew how they’d destroyed the locket- She froze as she heard shuffling from the other side of the dorm, but it sounded
“You’re doing fine,” she assured her friend. “Things are going well; the Ministry misplaced, almost like it was coming from her room. No sooner had the thought
is holding fine and another Horcrux has been destroyed. Don’t get me wrong, we crossed her mind that her door was flung open to release a very intense-looking
could be doing better- Slytherin. Draco had clearly just woken up; his hair roguishly mussed, and he was
“A lot better,” she sighed, combing her curls out of her face with her fingers. “I clad in just a vest and loose pyjama bottoms, but it was the purposeful and slightly
should have gone with them- wild glint in his eyes that made her heart pause.
“Your talents are best suited helping McGonagall at Hogwarts,” Tonks said. He lingered in the doorframe for a moment, staring hard at her like he wasn’t
“The boys are clearly doing okay, and the Order wanted one of you to stay where sure she was there at all. Hermione shook away her trance and the anger hit her,
we could reach you- just as he began to march towards her with bold strides.
“I know,” she frowned tiredly, rubbing her eyes. “I just don’t know how much “You were in MY room?”
use I am here. All I seem to be doing is organising Christmas balls and other Head “Yes,” he spat, quickening his steps and slicing the distance between them.
stuff that is completely unnecessary.” “How the hell did you-
“You can’t blame McGonagall for trying keep spirits up,” the older witch offered Draco cut her off; grabbing her face and snatching her lips with a desperate
her a light shrug. “A Christmas ball could be good for you. You told me how much kiss. He sighed shakily into her mouth, uncaring that she felt stiff and unrespon-
fun you had at the Yule Ball. Have any famous Bulgarians asked you to go this time?” sive against him and just acting on instinct. He pulled away but kept her close,
Hermione felt a smile crawl up her cheeks. “No, no Bulgarians,” she mumbled. relishing her little pants tickling his chin. He clenched his jaw and kept his eyes
“Michael asked me if I would like to go with him.” closed, readying himself for her rejection and outrage, but she tilted her head to
“Who’s Michael?” latch back onto him.
“Michael Corner,” she explained with a thoughtful click of her tongue. “But I Her gesture was timid but it was enough for him, and he shoved her roughly
against the door, swallowing her gasp. His movements were frantic and almost feral

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that had followed, and the epiphanies that had struck him in her absence. The crip- think he only mentioned it because we’re the Heads. I hope that’s the only reason.”
pling fact of the matter was, Granger had every trait that he admired; intelligence, “Why?” Tonks asked, arching an eyebrow. “Is he a bit of an idiot?”
wit, strength, and then something that he couldn’t put his finger on. She was “No, he’s nice enough,” Hermione said. “I just-
simply… good. “You like someone else.”
If I was a Pureblood with exactly the same personality, would you be so quick Draco…
to discard what happened this morning? Hermione snapped her head up to study Tonks with wild eyes as panic seized
His brain had been flooded with her words since she’d left; every sentence that her chest. “W-What?” she stuttered. “What do you mean?”
had ever made him doubt his prejudices had reverberated in his skull, but he was “Ron,” the other witch grinned knowingly. “We all saw how friendly you were
holding firmly onto the flimsy whispers of his family’s ways. What had once felt so at the wedding, and you told me you liked him.”
obvious and right now felt fickle and faint. He’d like to blame it all on her, but he “Oh, Ron,” Hermione breathed, taking a second for the relief to wash over her.
had come to acknowledge there must have been cracks in his beliefs, but it didn’t “Y-yes, of course.”
make it any easier. “Are you okay, Hermione?” Tonks asked with a concerned look.
You’re human, Draco, and you’ve made mistakes, but I can’t hate you for that. “I’m fine,” she muttered with uncertainty. “I’m not very good with unfamiliar
He clenched his eyes shut. Mistakes…Astronomy Tower. Surely, if he’d been so beds, and I didn’t get much sleep.”
certain that Voldemort and his principles were correct, that task would have been It wasn’t technically a lie; she had certainly been awake for the majority of the
an easy thing to do. Maybe he’d started to doubt it all then… night, but the scratchy mattress had had little to do with her inability to savour a
They’re just labels, you know. Slytherin, Gryffindor. Pureblood and Mudblood. dream. She’d stared expectantly at her clock for long and lonely hours, waiting and
They don’t dictate how we should live our lives. almost hoping that the alarm would sound. It had been…unnerving to lie in bed
It was easy for her to say that. There were expectations that came with his infa- and know he wasn’t in the next room, and her thoughts had centred around him
mous surname, and she couldn’t begin to imagine the pressure he’d been under. He from sunset to sunrise.
was certain that Potter had told her all about his breakdown in the toilets last term, Tonks had just been on the other side of the door, but she had felt very much
but that had been a sliver of his turmoil. There had been times when he’d cast every alone, and she couldn’t help but wonder how Draco was dealing with a secluded
silencing charm he knew and just screamed until his lungs had torn. Blaise and night in the Gryffindor Tower. After the last incident, when she had stayed with
Pansy had seen some of his weaker moments, but nobody had been there to witness Ginny and he’d tried to escape, she had expected…something, but clearly he was
his real outbursts of chaos. Even before he’d been given his task, Draco had some- doing just fine if her clock was silent, and that bothered her a little.
times found himself staring at his reflection and wondering if a lifestyle full of ha- When she had finished her classes earlier today, she had considered stopping
tred was all too much for him. by to check on Draco, but a convenient flashback of her attempt to kiss him had
Why do you have to put on an act when I am the only person who sees you? made her think twice. After some lunch and a slow walk around Hogsmeade -
Because if he didn’t, then what else was there? He’d been stripped of his wealth, where the first hints of Christmas were starting to glow - she and Tonks had dis-
his magic, his status. If he abandoned what he had been designed to become, there cussed the War in depth, along with many other topics, but her mind always
was nothing left. snatched her back to Draco.
Some people are beyond change, Granger- “Ron and I aren’t together, you know,” she told Tonks, somewhat defensively.
Not you… “We’re just friends.”
“Fucking hell,” he groaned to himself, dropping his face into his palms. The Auror frowned. “You don’t like him, Hermione? I thought-
You asked me to stay. I…I wanted to stay. “I thought I did too,” she admitted. “But I just think we’re better as friends.
He’d never kissed someone like that before; like a rebellious burst that had made I…don’t like him the way I should.”
him feel loose and unchained. He’d been aware of who he was kissing and that he Tonks chuckled and gave the younger witch an affectionate pat on the back.
shouldn’t have been touching her at all, but, at the moment, he couldn’t have given “No one’s forcing you to fancy Ron, Hermione. If you don’t, then you don’t-
a shit. On closer inspection, he didn’t really give a shit now. There was no one here “Did you and Remus get a lot of…criticism when you first got together?” she
to scold him for thinking for himself, and doing what felt… questioned carefully. “Because of your age difference?”
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 “A lot of people were quick to judge,” Tonks said thoughtfully. “Remus was she was censoring all the darker details that came with her Slytherin housemate.
more bothered by it than me, but yes, we had a bit of hassle from nosy sods who Her pseudo-big sister was eyeing her sympathetically, tucking some strands of vio-
had nothing better to do with their time.” let hair behind her ear and looking very much pleased with Hermione’s confession.
“Did you ever question your feelings?” If only you knew…
Tonks sighed and tapped her knee pensively. “I knew people wouldn’t think it “Do you know how he feels about you?”
was normal,” she confessed after a moment. “And it probably would have been eas- Hermione frowned and bowed her head. “He tells me he hates me-
ier to be with someone my own age, but you can’t pick and choose things like that. “Have you two ever kissed?” Tonks pushed boldly.
It just happens.” She felt a hot blush stain her cheeks. “A few times,” she murmured quietly. “But
Hermione tiled her head and gave her friend a gentle smile. “Was it worth it?” they were…impulsive and they didn’t last long-
she asked. “The disapproving looks and- “Who kissed who?”
“Bloody hell, yes!” she exclaimed. “Look, when there’s a War going on and a baby “Well,” Hermione hesitated. “I… initiated the first one, but he’s kissed me
on the way, the gossipy pricks of London are the least of your worries. Plus, if I had twice since.”
ignored my feelings for Remus, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.” Tonks’ playful smile stretched up her face. “Sounds promising to me.”
The brunette chewed her lower lip and hummed in consideration. “I guess “No,” she said, wrinkling her nose with disappointment. “It’s more complicated
time’s too precious when the world could end tomorrow.” than that. He shoved me away the last time I tried, and I don’t even know if I like
“That’s a little pessimistic,” Tonks gave her a friendly wink. “But yes, life’s too short. him really. There’s just…something there that…
Have you got your eye on someone, Hermione? Scared the boys won’t approve?” She trailed off, and Tonks gave her a reassuring nod. “Go on,” she urged. “You
Her lip twitched. “Something like that.” know you can tell me anything.”
“Anyone I know?” “Something…that hurts,” she finished, her voice hitching. “He has this…this
Your cousin. shield up, and I don’t think I can get through to him. I’m trying, but every time I
“No,” she shook her head. “He’s…just one of the boys in my year, but Harry think I’m getting somewhere he just ruins it, and I don’t know if I have the energy
and Ron aren’t very fond of him.” Not a lie. to do it anymore-
“They’ll get over it,” Tonks assured her with a dismissive wave of her hand. “So, “Hermione-
what’s he like?” “I keep seeing these glimpses of a decent person,” she carried on, a tear skim-
Hermione paused to gather her wits and words. Tonks had that trustworthy ming down her cheek. “And I think that’s what I’m…attracted to, but I-
manner about her that often coaxed secrets to tumble out of her mouth, and she “Hermione,” Tonks interrupted again. “It’s okay. He just sounds a little con-
needed to be careful with how much she divulged. fused. He’ll come round.”
“He’s an arsehole,” she started bluntly, noting the amused flash in Tonks’ eyes. “But what if-
“He’s incorrigible, he’s complicated, and he doesn’t listen to a word I say- “Just do what feels right, sweetheart,” she advised slowly, and Hermione recalled
“That’s typical of most men- saying some very similar words to Draco. “Would you like some tea before bed?”
“He’s rude,” Hermione continued with her rant. “He’s arrogant, he’s cruel and “Could I have a hot chocolate instead, please?”
very cold-
“Also quite common- ★★★
“And sometimes he makes me so angry I could just throttle him or hex him into
the next bloody continent!” Draco was sat in a crumpled heap on the cold floorboards, absently fiddling
Tonks cleared her breath to smother a laugh, and studied her young companion with the remains of Granger’s snow-globe. He caught a shard awkwardly, and he
with a wise smirk. “But?” hissed the air through his teeth as his finger wept a ruby teardrop. He eyed his blood
Hermione swallowed and felt tears scratch the backs of her eyes. “But he’s beau- critically, and a cold shiver ran up his spine as he recalled the day in the bathroom
tiful,” she whispered sadly. “Completely messed up and utterly awful, but there’s when there had been so much more blood, and not just his.
something there which is just beautiful to me. I can’t really explain it.” Granger’s was exactly the same.
It felt so weird and wonderful to say it aloud to another person, but of course That had been a damning realisation, and he blamed that for every predicament

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 “There’s hardly anything to celebrate this year,” she sighed, finally turning to Hermione made to move forward, but he predictably obstructed the route to
face him. “Was there anything you wanted for Christmas?” her room. “There’s not,” she murmured hesitantly. “Move, Draco-
He narrowed his eyes and gave her a cold stare. “Freedom from this hell-hole?” “Clearly there’s enough going on that you would go to the ball with him,” he contin-
“You know that’s not possible- ued in a hoarse voice, slowly stalking towards her. “I didn’t peg you for a liar, Granger-
“Then no,” he grumbled, resting his elbows against his thighs. “And if you aren’t “I’m not lying,” she argued, cringing when she remembered that she’d left her
bothered about Christmas, why have a tree at all?” wand on the kitchen counter. “Let me get to my room-
“It was a gift,” Hermione shrugged. “If you change your mind, I’m taking a trip “He likes you, Granger,” he told her. “I can tell-
to Hogsmeade on Saturday- “You’re being ridiculous,” she scolded, unnerved by his stoic tone. “Move out of the-
“I don’t need anything,” he affirmed in a gruff voice. “If I have to spend the day “Make me,” he challenged. “I’m not done talking about that prick.”
in this place, then I’d rather ignore it all together.” Deciding the situation may require some magical assistance before she got too
She bobbed her head in agreement. “That sounds fine.” absorbed, her eyes flickered over to her discarded wand, and she lunged for it. She
A melancholic silence drifted between them as she half-heartedly planted the yelped as she slipped on the water she had spilled before; falling hard against the
last of her decorations on the branches, and she reached into her bag to remove the floorboards and smacking her hand into the crushed glass.
final piece; the essential star to crown the tree. She examined the striking design Hermione whined as the pain shot from her palm to her wrist, and up the rest
and stroked her finger over the edge as she counted the pretty sequins and followed of her arm. She glanced down and cringed when she saw the Galleon-sized shard
their intricate patterns. stabbing her hand and the warm blood spilling between her fingers. She pulled her-
“My father always used to put the star on the tree,” Hermione murmured, un- self up to lean against the cupboards, and before she could really understand it,
sure if Draco was even listening to her. “It was always something the man of the Draco was kneeling next to her; his face calculating and composed, but with an edge
home did. A tradition, you know?” that could have been misconstrued as concern.
She glanced up to find her new lover watching her with hooded eyes, and his lips “Pass me your hand,” he instructed steadily. “I need to get the glass out-
set into a stern line. After a few moments, he exhaled and shook his head, as though “No, it’s fine,” she hissed through the pain. “Just get my wand-
“We had the same tradition,” he confessed reluctantly. “I can’t touch your wand,” he reminded the witch. “Let me take it out and you
Hermione swallowed back the nerves in her throat and extended her arm to offer can heal it when you’ve calmed down-
him the star. “I guess that would be you here,” she said. “Care to do the honours?” “Help me get up-
Draco pushed away her hand. “This isn’t a home, Granger.” “Stay still,” he told her sternly. “Come on, Granger. Pass me your hand and I’ll
“It’s the closest thing we’ve got to one,” she offered sadly. “Besides, I can’t reach- make it quick-
“I’m not putting it on the tree,” he finalised. “Just leave it, Granger.” “Ow, ow, ow,” she breathed as he gently cupped her wrist and took a closer look
She frowned in defeat and placed it on the coffee table, shuffling her feet as she at the damage. His unexpected tenderness and poise calmed her, and her confused
gathered the courage to mumble her next words. “Draco, I’ve been thinking- gaze studied his pensive and softer expression before she exhaled in submission.
“Shocker- “Okay,” she sighed. “I’m ready.”
“Should we…,” she trailed off with uncertainty. “Should we talk about our… Hermione choked on a gasp as he fingered the glass and tried to pluck it from
situation?” her flesh. “It hurts,” she blurted before she could stop herself, swallowing a whim-
“No,” he replied quickly. “Talking about it won’t make a difference- per. “Draco-
“But I- “It’s alright,” he hushed her, giving the wedge a final tug that yanked it loose.
“Just leave things be, Granger,” he hushed with a tense jaw. “Weren’t you the “There; it’s done.”
one who said it was best to just let things flow?” Draco watched the relief swim across her honey-soft features and felt something
Her eyes widened a fraction at that remark. “I guess I did say that- in his chest twinge. Her blood was streaked across his fingers and tucked beneath
“Then I suggest you take a leaf out of your own book,” he muttered; his eyes his nails, and while he was aware that it should have repulsed him, it didn’t. His
dropping to his lap. “I made my decision clear last night, and I don’t want to discuss thumb absently rubbed invisible circles over her pulse-point as she took some deep
it any further.” breaths to help the sting in her palm subside. The inevitable tense silence slotted
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 “Accio wand,” she whispered, snapping her attention away from him. her palm for a moment, before she continued to head towards her room. She con-
Draco reluctantly released her wrist as she began to repair the messy cut, but he templated leaving it as it was, but that seemed almost cruel when Dobby had taken
remained crouched at her side. Granger hadn’t allowed him within an inch of her, the time to select it for her. As she pushed open her door, her eyes automatically
and he took advantage of the opportunity to relish their proximity before she re- landed on Draco’s room, and she felt little pixies prance in her stomach, as the al-
verted back to her plan to avoid him. He dampened his lips with a serpentine flick ways seemed to do now. Shrugging away her nerves, she placed the sapling in the
of his tongue and forced himself to be patient, watching her with measuring eyes darkest corner of the sitting area, and stepped back before removing her wand.
and realising he would have to be tactical if he wanted to end this well. With a quiet mumble of the appropriate spell, she watched a trunk slowly rise
“I could have done that without you,” she told him firmly, apparently satisfied up and sprout long branches with healthy, evergreen pine needles. By the time the
with her healing charms. Douglas Fir had finished its regeneration, it was just over six feet tall and, as Dobby
“Perhaps,” he conceded with a lowered brow. “I have- had promised, a fine specimen with perfect proportions and a refreshing smell.
“This doesn’t change anything,” she rushed out, leaning away and firing him a Hermione angled her wand and had an incantation to decorate the tree on the
warning look. “I am still angry at you- tip of her tongue, but she hesitated. She lowered her arm and headed into her bed-
“Is that why you’re going to the Ball with bloody Corner?” he growled, the jeal- room, kneeling at the charmed trunk by her bed and rummaging for the bag of red
ousy rich in his voice, much to his disdain. “To prove a point?” and gold Christmas decorations that her mother had given her before she’d re-
“I have nothing to prove to you!” she fired back, pulling herself up to stand and turned to Hogwarts. Her lips creased into a sad frown as she considered how much
heading straight for her room. “You made your opinion of me clear- she missed her parents, but she carried the small bag, also spelled with an Unde-
“Don’t run away from me, Granger!” he shouted after her. “Why the hell is this tectable Extension Charm, back to the sitting area anyway, and began to absently
time so sodding different?” hang baubles and tinsel from the sturdy branches.
“You know why!” she yelled; cheeks cherry-flushed and eyes starting to water. That was how Draco found her; fawny-eyes distant and forlorn as she toyed
“I am tired of you tossing me aside and screwing with my head! I made how I feel with a snowflake-shaped ornament between her fingertips. He cocked a curious
about you obvious and you just- eyebrow and took some steps towards her, stopping a few feet short of her back and
“How you feel about me?” he repeated, his heart hammering under his ribs. scowling when she gave no indication that she was aware of him.
“What are you- “Why don’t you just use a spell to put those on?” he questioned bluntly. “You’re
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” she interjected hastily, scolding herself for letting just wasting time and energy.”
that slip out. “You wanted nothing from me, so that’s what you can have- He heard her release a sad breath before she latched the snowflake onto the tree.
“Granger, wait!” he barked, but the only response he got was the shrill slam of “I like to do it this way,” she told him. “It reminds me of home.”
the door. “For fuck’s sake,” he hissed into the empty space, making his way towards “And red and gold trimmings?” he commented snidely. “How very predictable
the bathroom to wash away the blood staining his fingertips. of you, Granger.”
He didn’t bother to scrutinise it for indications of Mud this time; he knew it was “It has nothing to do with the Gryffindor colours,” she replied in a blank tone.
just like his. “My family always have red and gold on the tree. I always thought that green, red
He hunched over the sink and flicked on the tap, eyeing the silky-red liquid and gold go together really well.”
swirl around the basin until it faded to a soft pink. Grinding his teeth and clenching He debated disagreeing with her for the sake of it, but the defeated slump of her
the porcelain, he braced himself as a painful throb overtook his chest. This separa- shoulders made him pause. Rolling his eyes at himself for being too mindful of her
tion she was enforcing was weighing him down, and after two weeks, he was start- feelings, he collapsed onto the sofa and regarded her carefully; already sensing that
ing to forget how she felt; how she tasted. persistent itch to touch her pull at his stomach.
He couldn’t realistically blame her for acting like she was, but the prospect of “Exactly how many days are there before Christmas?” he asked.
her giving up on whatever it was between them made him feel physically sick. It “It’s the fourteenth today,” she mumbled. “Eleven days.”
had been fine toying with her emotions when there was a dormant promise that she Draco cleared his throat. “And you’re staying here?”
would persevere regardless, but he knew her stubborn behaviour well enough to “Yes,” she nodded as she continued her work. “It was the safest option.”
recognise that this time was different. “I would have pegged you for a Christmas enthusiast, Granger,” he admitted in
He had pushed her too far, and was paying the price. a stoic tone. “But you seem…indifferent.”

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 After spending a few hours amongst more books on Horcruxes, Hermione had It pained him to acknowledge it, but he wanted her, and the intensity and raw-
said her goodbyes to Neville and the other students before they’d left Hogwarts be- ness of it overpowered the voice in his head telling him it was wrong. He could feel
hind to join their families. They had been a little delayed when a fifth year had taken the need to act on his longing for her brewing inside his gut, and he was very much
a nap and failed to show up on time, and by the time the herd of Abraxans had aware that something would happen soon.
taken flight, the dark, winter sky had started to drown the white hills. He was beginnin to get restless.
She had found herself strolling around the snow-covered grounds for a couple
of hours, relishing the pleasing crunchy noises beneath her feet as she went. She ★★★
bent down to rake her fingers through the sugary powder, uncaring that it was so
cold it made her hands burn. Hermione shrugged at her reflection and dabbed a final layer of balm across her lips.
She cast a Warming Charm and seated herself on a tree stump to gaze up at the The midnight-blue gown seemed wasted when she didn’t feel an inkling of an-
clear skies. She adored nights like this; when the clouds had retreated, and the stars ticipation for the Ball, but she had experimented with some light make-up to pass
were sprinkled across the navy universe like frosty freckles. the time. Ginny had given her some spray to calm her curls, similar to the product
She began to play dot-to-dot in her head, finding the constellation Lyra easily she had used for the Yule Ball, but she had left her locks loose this time. She had no
with its bright star, Vega. Her studious stare instinctively shifted to Draco, and she doubt that on any other night, she would feel rather elegant and excited, but she
followed the serpentine sway of the long trail of stars. They winked at her and she couldn’t shift the melancholic cloud that had misted her brain since Wednesday.
simply stared at it for a few moments, appreciating the beauty and complexity, be- Draco’s considerate and placid behaviour when she had injured her hand had
fore deciding that it was getting too late and dark to be alone. completely bewildered her. She could have so easily abandoned her vow to stay
Back in the walls of Hogwarts, she made her way back to her room; distracted from him at that moment, but she had to remain logical. A flashback of his words
by concerns about how to act in her Slytherin companion’s presence after two ‘convenient fuck’ had sobered her, but she had pondered about delicate handling
nights under his spell. She was moving past the kitchens without paying much at- of her ever since. He’d treated her like fragile glass, and she had been fascinated
tention, when a firm tug on her robes startled her out of her daze. by uncharacteristically considerate nature. Perhaps the distance was having an
“Bloody hell!” she gasped, clutching her chest as she whipped around and gave the effect on him…
confused House-elf an apologetic look. “Sorry, Dobby. You gave me a bit of a fright.” She shook her head to banish her wistful thoughts, and decided that she had
“Dobby is sorry, Miss,” he apologised earnestly. “Dobby has been looking for delayed heading down to the Great Hall long enough. She dropped her wand into
you! I have a gift for you!” her charmed bag and left her room, freezing in the doorframe when she spotted the
“A gift?” Hermione repeated with a frown. “You didn’t need to get me any- solitary figure sat on one of the sofas.
thing, Dobby.” Draco’s head was bowed and his shoulders slumped in defeat as he absently
“It’s a Christmas tree,” the small creature explained, reaching into the flimsy drummed his fingernails against his knee. She suddenly felt conscious of her ap-
pocket of his top to remove a small sapling. “I managed to save a good one for pearance, despite her earlier indifference, and she ran her hands over the soft fabric
you, Miss! It’s pretty! Miss must use the Finite spell, and it will grow into the tree as her stomach did a nervous flip. He must have heard the quiet rustle of her dress,
I chose for you!” as his head snapped up, and his winter-sky eyes widened and began to drink her in;
She offered him a weak smiled. “That was very sweet of you, Dobby,” she said. “But warmth rushing to her cheeks as he studied her with uninhibited interest.
I don’t think I’m having a tree this year. Perhaps one of the Professors would like- Draco felt his pulse quicken as he absorbed her, and his plan to play this situa-
“Miss must have a tree!” he protested enthusiastically, pushing the small seed tion skilfully and tamely was quickly discarded. She was simply too appealing for
into her hand. “Miss needs a tree for Christmas!” him to remain prudent, and he couldn’t let her leave here knowing that she would
Hermione accepted the thoughtful present and decided that arguing was both be in the presence of that Ravenclaw fucktard; innocent intentions or not.
futile and ungrateful. “Thank you, Dobby,” she nodded, giving him a friendly pat “What are you doing in here?” she asked, severing his trance. “I-
on the back. “That was very thoughtful of you.” “Don’t go with him,” he blurted, and he genuinely didn’t care if he sounded
“Miss is very welcome!” he beamed at her. “Dobby must go now, must help pathetic. “Don’t go with him, Granger.”
Winky clean!” Hermione pursed her lips. “You have no say in this-
With a snap of his fingers, he disappeared, and Hermione eyed the sapling in “Yes I do,” he argued, rising from his seat. “Stay here-

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 “Why should I?” a corner towards the library. “I consider you a friend, and I wouldn’t want things to-
“BECAUSE I CAN’T STAND IT!” he screamed; every muscle in his body seiz- “I’d like us to be friends,” she told him honestly. “And I’m sorry I didn’t make
ing up. “I can’t…I can’t do it! Don’t ask me to do this!” my relationship with… Ron more clear. It’s just a bit complicated with him being
“I’m not asking you to do anything!” she countered, hoping the emotion wasn’t away, and the War going on.”
too strong in her voice. “Michael is just a friend! And even if he wasn’t, it has noth- “That’s okay,” Michael nodded. “Would you like me to walk you back to your room?”
ing to with you- “I think I’m going to spend some time in the library,” she supplied. “I have some
“Then make it something to do with me!” he shouted, marching towards her. things I need to do, but thanks anyway. I’ll meet you later on to start rounding up
“Make it my business- the first leavers.”
“Don’t come near me,” she warned, but it was weak. “Please, Draco-
“Stay,” he requested again, moving close enough that his breath roused goose- ★★★
bumps across her collarbone. “Stay,” he repeated, softer this time. She closed her
eyes and he tried to lean in and kiss her, convinced that he had won this fight, but Draco watched the light snow fall on the other side of the window pane.
she desperately pushed him away before he could catch her mouth. “Granger- He had never been a particular fan of it, but after weeks of the same views from
“No!” Hermione protested, shaking her head. “I gave you so many chances, this room, he had to admit that the crisp, white landscape looked somewhat pictur-
Draco! And you always do the same thing! I can deal with the Mudblood com- esque. After too many weeks stuck inside this shit-pit, he was beginning to forget
ments, but I will not let you mess with my heart! You hurt me!” what the outside felt like, and he could honestly say that he missed it.
The wave of guilt that hit him was crippling. “I won’t- He’d heard Granger leave a good hour ago, but she was still here. Her scent
“Yes, you will!” she yelled, pointing a trembling finger at him. “I am not for you hung in the air and he could still taste her against his tongue, and he tried to pin-
to use and then chuck away!” point when exactly her essence had turned from an irritant into a comfort.
He tried to near her again but she sidestepped him before he could reach her. Despite his personal promises that shagging Granger would be a one-time inci-
“Granger- dent, he had already resigned himself to the fact that he would do it again, and
“Tell me I wouldn’t be a convenient fuck!” she spat the words like they burned again, until that troublesome craving for her in his gut had ebbed away.
her tongue. “SAY IT!” If it ebbed away.
He flinched but looked her dead in the eye. “You are anything but convenient, At least he had managed to wake up before her. Every self-respecting male knew
Granger,” he told her honestly. “But I know you want me to…to touch you- that lingering in a post-coital bed meant something deeper than a physical tumble
“Stop it,” she mumbled breathlessly, rubbing away a tell-tale tear. “That’s enough- between the sheets, and he’d sooner Crucio himself before he let that happen.
“I know you want to touch me too,” Draco continued boldly, stepping into her It was only meant to be one night…
space again and grasping her shoulders. “You told me- That little theory had certainly shrivelled up and died if their shower antics were
“I know what I said,” she hushed him, making no valid effort to break out of his anything to go by. He blamed her threat of a new prison for this.
hold this time. “But you said- He could have questioned his reasons for pursuing Granger, and possibly given
“Fuck what I said,” he growled huskily, tilting his head. “If you tell me not to himself a hernia in the process, but there seemed little point in over-thinking a
kiss you, I won’t.” problem that had no solution. Knowing it was something he would definitely re-
The limits of his patience were judged by milliseconds as her eyes darted over gret, he had decided to take Granger’s earlier advice, and just do what felt right for
his face. She looked petrified, but something that resembled acceptance graced her the time being.
features as the third second ticked by, and he decided that he’d waited twenty days There was nobody here to judge him or scold his deranged and dangerous be-
too long to waste another moment. haviour, and when she was the only element of his isolation that made his instincts
Draco kissed her roughly; unable to hold back and ready to drown in her if she’d tingle and his blood rush, refusing the desire to touch her wasn’t an option.
let him. Hermione responded almost immediately, parting her lips so he could lick If this was insanity, then all that talk about the happiness of madness was be-
and suck at her with blissful ease. He could feel her nervous heartbeats against his ginning to make sense.
chest as she clutched his face; her fingernails drawing teasing patterns by his ears
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feels like home sometimes, but it’s just not the same without Harry and Ron.” wall and felt her moan vibrate at the back of his mouth. It trickled down his spine
“Well, I know that your current living arrangements aren’t ideal,” McGonagall and stirred that dangerous twitch between his hips, and he kissed her harder.
continued with a thoughtful tone. “So I wanted to let you know that you are more Sweet, wet sounds mingled between them as they became more frantic, and
than welcome to join the other staff and myself for the day- Draco dragged his teeth across her bottom lip, and down her chin to land on her
“Thanks for the offer, Professor,” Hermione interrupted quietly. “But I think I’ll throat. Her pulse thrummed against his tongue as her dreamy little sighs ghosted
just stay in my dorm and keep things normal.” across his crown, and he nibbled greedily at her flesh.
“You don’t mind spending it alone with Mr Malfoy?” the Headmistress asked, Whether he liked it or not, this tension and need had been bubbling within him
arching an eyebrow. for weeks, and he couldn’t help but slide his palm across her stomach, and then
“I just want it to be like any normal day,” she replied, keeping her features as lower. He knew he was rushing it, but after countless mornings of shower-inspired
even as possible. “Plus, it wouldn’t really be…right to leave Draco completely alone fantasies, he couldn’t help but slip his anxious hand between her thighs.
on Christmas Day. He must feel lonely enough as it is.” “Stop,” Hermione panted, digging her nails into his shoulders. “I need to go-
Minerva hummed in thought. “You are…softening towards him?” “No,” he groaned against her skin. “Granger-
“I-I just…,” Hermione stuttered, releasing she had possibly revealed too much. “It’s too fast,” she insisted, and he reluctantly pulled himself away from her. “I-
“I just understand him better, and I doubt leaving him alone would do any good I have to go to the ball-
for his…disposition.” “No!” he said more forcefully, trying to get her to meet his hazy eyes. “I know
“I guess not,” McGonagall agreed with a sceptical tone. “Well, if you change you want this-
your mind, you are free to join us.” “I need to think,” she murmured, moving away from him and heading for the
“Thank you,” she said, rising from her seat. “I’ll see you later on, Professor.” door. “You…you could just be doing all this to-
With a parting smile from the Headmistress, Hermione shuffled out of the of- “I’m not!” he argued, feeling the anger rise in his voice. “Don’t you dare walk
fice with a secret reminder to watch how she referred to Draco in McGonagall’s out on this, Granger!”
presence. Turning into the corridor, she sighed, but it caught in her throat when “I…I just can’t,” she stuttered, scrambling to leave the room.
she felt a masculine hand hook onto her elbow. On the other side of the door, Hermione took a long minute to gather her
“Michael,” she breathed harshly when she recognised the set of brown eyes re- composure and fix her ruffled appearance with some help from her wand. Hot
garding her anxiously. “You made me jump.” tears swelled behind her eyes as her chest continued to heave, and her body failed
“Sorry,” he mumbled awkwardly. “I was hoping we could talk about what hap- to cease shaking.
pened? At the ball?” Oh God, oh God, oh God…
“Right,” she nodded absently. “Yes, of course, I- She started for the Great Hall on quaking legs, using the walls to help her move
“Perhaps we could discuss it in your dorm?” down the corridors. She was late, and she could hear the music echoing amongst
“I fancied having a wander,” she told him quickly. “Could we walk around and the castle’s ancient acoustics as she neared the ball. The beat seemed to encourage
talk about it? I don’t really want to be cooped up in my room today.” the sensitive throb beneath her stomach, she tried to ignore the reminiscent tingle
“Okay,” he agreed, leading them into a slow stroll down the enpty corridors. “So- between her legs. She could hear the voices of students now, and she quickly
“I am really sorry,” she blurted, pushing a few strands of hair behind her ears. schooled her features into a calm façade to conceal her shock and angst.
“About leaving you there like I did. I didn’t feel very well- “Hermione!” Michael’s voice called, and tried not to flinch as he came into her sight.
“It’s alright, Hermione,” he frowned. “You don’t need to lie. I know you were “There you are, I was worried something had happened to you. You look amazing.”
thinking about him and that- He approached her eagerly and tried to peck her cheek, but she managed to
“Him?” she repeated. “I- avoid the unwelcome gesture. “Thank you,” she nodded politely. “Where are Ginny
“Ron,” he clarified with a knowing look. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you two were and the others?”
serious, but Ginny explained everything to me.” “They’re already inside,” he explained. “Are you ready to go in?”
“I see,” Hermione said uncomfortably, pushing aside some guilt that had in- “Um…sure,” she mumbled, allowing him to lead her to the doors.
vaded her stomach. “Right… well, I- They paused just outside the elaborate room, and Hermione scanned all the
“I don’t want things to be awkward between us,” he interrupted, steering her around decorations and fixtures that she had spent weeks organising. She had kept it

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similar to the frosty Yule Ball theme but had added a few little extras, including faux been dropped off, the horses will take you to your home, and find their way back to
snow that fell from the ceiling, and waltzing ice-sculptures that mingled with the Beauxbatons, but all of you should help to ensure that the listed students are ac-
students. A quick glance around the familiar faces confirmed that everyone was counted for.”
enjoying themselves, but the cheerful atmosphere, that she had been so desperate “Who’s taking the next group on Wednesday?” Ginny asked.
for since the beginning of term, did nothing to soothe her temperament. “I am,” Lee raised his hand. “I’m using the Charmed Bus, right?”
All she could think about were the tracks of Draco’s lips and fingers, still buzz- “I believe so,” McGonagall nodded. “All the details are on the rota I’ve sent around.”
ing in her pores and sending static across her skin. Yes, she had been nervous about “How many are staying behind, Professor?” Hermione questioned, purposefully
where the situation had been leading, but she had fled because she’d been convinced keeping her eyes away from Michael.
his actions were selfish and lust-driven, but now she had doubts. His behaviour “Just a handful,” the Headmistress explained. “I think there are six students
tonight and on Wednesday had been different and seemingly genuine, but she all together.”
could so easily be deluding herself, or he could be a brilliant actor. Hermione concealed a frown as her friends continued with their questions, re-
But what if… alising that it would very well be her loneliest Christmas this year. She only had
What if it had been something more; something real? What if she had been to herself to blame; she had offered to remain at the school, much to Ginny’s irritation,
hasty to escape? Godric, she needed to know… but staying at the Burrow without Harry and Ron wouldn’t have been the same.
“I’m sorry, Michael,” she muttered quickly, taking a step away from him. “I Plus, with Draco stashed away in her dorm, she felt responsible for ensuring that
can’t do this.” he remained hidden, and also for helping McGonagall keep things steady at Hog-
“What?” he asked, giving her a long and puzzled look. “What are you talking about?” warts. And the sad truth was, Hermione was content to let Christmas slip by like
“I’m sorry,” she repeated. any other day this year.
Without waiting for a reply, she pivoted on her heel, and broke into an adrena- There was too much going on beyond the castle’s walls, and it clouded the fes-
line-fuelled run that guided her back to her dorm. Back to him. tive feeling like a thick and poisonous smog. The absence of familiar friends and
family would leave an empty space in her chest, and with only a cold Slytherin lover
for company, whom she was still struggling to understand, it was guaranteed to be
sullen day.
“Right,” McGonagall’s voice stole her blue thoughts. “If you could all make sure
the right students are ready by two, then that’s it for today, if there are no more
questions?” Only the sound of the pupils gathering their belongings answered her.
“Okay then, I will see you all later, and if you see anyone outside, tell them to mind
the snow. Hermione, could you stay behind for a moment please?”
“Okay,” she nodded nervously, offering her friends soft smiles as they left her
with the Headmistress. “Is everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine,” McGonagall assured her, muttering a Silencing Charm on
the door. “I just wanted to see how things were going with Mr Malfoy?”
She tried so hard not blush. “Fine,” she managed steadily. “I think…he’s settled
down a bit now.”
“So, he’s calmed down?” McGonagall pressed. “He’s stopped being hostile?”
“No…he’s not hostile,” Hermione murmured distantly. “He’s just… better now.
I think we have become accustomed to each other.”
“That’s good,” she agreed. “I wanted to thank you again for staying here over
Christmas. Miss Lovegood is still uncertain if she is staying or not, so I know you
won’t really have any friends here, and this isn’t your home-
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 He had come to her last night, and that was enough for now. His pride was
taking a severe beating, and she was wise enough to know that it would take time
for him to adapt to their…odd situation, as did she. Truth be told, she wasn’t exactly
sure what she hoped to gain from all this, but she knew she liked him, and Luna’s
words had her tempted to act on impulses.
Sometimes, Wars can bring good things. They can teach people to hold on to
what feels right, even if there are risks involved.
She had a feeling fate would work against her but, just this once, she decided to
let things happen and follow the flow. Merlin knew, she would find it hard not to
over-analyse the strange relationship with her Slytherin houseguest, but she was
learning him, and rushing to make decisions or find conclusions would prove futile.
SNOWY
A quick glance at her clock warned her that she had remained in bed too long
and was slightly late, and she quickly began her morning routine before she went
to meet McGonagall. Classes had ended so that the Headmistress could start send-
ing home students for the Christmas Holidays as safely as possible, and Hermione
and the other Prefects had agreed to assist her. Unfortunately, Michael would be
there too, which meant she would finally have to face the Head Boy after running
away from him at the Ball with no explanation.
She had already fed the excuse of a sudden stomach bug to Ginny and her other DRACO’S MOUTH WAS STILL DAMP FROM THEIR KISS.
friends when she had stayed in the Gryffindor common room on Saturday night, He collapsed into the couch, closing his eyes tight and cradling his face with
and she hoped the white lie was substantial enough for Michael to believe. Striding sweaty palms, as the chill coiled around him. He had no idea if he was shaking from
down the familiar corridors, she checked her reflection in a frosty window-pane to the cold, or from the painful pangs that made his chest feel close to rupturing, and he
ensure that any marks left by Draco had been successfully covered by her rushed felt completely lost. Despite his perpetual insistences that Granger and this place had
Glamour Charms, before slipping down the hall for McGonagall’s office. driven his mind to ruin, he realised now that her presence actually soothed the tur-
A guilty flush crawled into her cheeks as she heard the familiar voices drift down bulent thoughts rattling around his skull. Her twenty days of silence had been torture;
the corridor; McGonagall, Michael, Neville, Ginny, amongst the other Prefects. If she his solitude leading to more doubts about blood and what he wanted from Granger.
had felt guilty after kissing Draco, the paranoia was driving her mind to madness now. The echoes of his father’s voice and his preconceptions of Muggle-borns were
Surely they would notice her slightly swollen lips? Or glimpse an ill-disguised bruise distorted and fragile now; barely whispers in the corners of his mind. It angered
from a rough kiss? Or realise that there was a hint of masculine scent to her now? and scared him that she had had such an effect on his resolve, but there was also a
Sucking in a deep breath, she pushed open the door and flinched when about drugging sense of relief that he didn’t quite understand. Kissing and touching her
twelve pairs of eyes shot over to her. was like cresting the most unusual sense of peace; and while he felt completely lost,
“Sorry I’m late,” she mumbled, accidentally catching Michael’s stare. “I overslept.” it was a…good lost. He imagined it was similar to the bliss one was supposed to
“It’s alright, Hermione,” McGonagall assured, gesturing for her to take a seat. experience when drowning, and he was certainly drowning.
“You know most of this anyway. I was just explaining that the first group of stu- And she had just left him here; frustration crackling under his skin and fighting
dents will be heading home today around three O’clock. Madame Maxime has sanity-slicing images of her with Corner. In the back of his battered brain, he knew
agreed to lend us her Abraxans, and they should be arriving about two so I you that Granger was good on her promise that she and that Raven-bore prick were
might need to assist Hagrid.” nothing more than friends, but the jealousy ate away at him anyway. He felt capable
“How many students are there going to be?” Neville asked, scribbling down of a murderous rampage every time his imagination cooked up a picture of them,
notes on a piece of parchment. “If I’m escorting them home, I want to make sure but what could he do? Nothing, but simmer.
I’m not missing anyone.” His fingernails stabbed into his temple as another wave of resentment struck
“Twenty-two, including you, Mr Longbottom,” she replied. “After they have all him, and he gulped down the bile that had started to scorch his windpipe. A deep

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and guttural growl made his whole body vibrate, and he willed himself to stay
seated, knowing he would most likely slam his fist into the wall until his knuckles
were shrapnel if he moved from the couch.
He had no idea how long it had been since she’d left him, barely minutes prob-
ably, but it felt like his loneliest hour.
He had always been so…trained and disciplined with his behaviour, but a mere
moment alone in a room with her had him being completely driven by his urges,
and that petrified him. Control was essential, but his brain might as well be spat-
tered against the wall for all the good it was doing right now. There was a massive
gap in his head, which his prejudices had once occupied, and now it was just be-
coming stocked with her instead.
STARS
Her words.
Her face.
Her scent, her smiles, her sighs.
Granger…
He snapped his head up when the door opened, and it completely knocked the
air out of him when he realised that she’d come back. Her breathing was erratic and
her face rosy-flushed, and her curls had returned to their wild state, framing her
face perfectly. Between the heaves of her chest and her dilated eyes, she looked be- HERMIONE GROANED INTO THE PILLOW AS HER ALARM CHASED
wildered but bloody edible. The soft sway of her inky-blue dress waved at him, and away the whispers of her playful dream. Draco had been deliriously wonderful last
he was on his feet in a heart’s thud; acting solely on instinct. night, just as he had been their first time; patient and unselfish, but still oozing that
They locked eyes across the room, and the confusion and tension practically stubborn nonchalance that was definitively Malfoy and rather alluring. The nerves
rippled between them, and Draco willed himself to remain stoic. He could very well had affected her again, but she had certainly felt more comfortable this time, and
be getting ahead of himself; Granger might have simply forgotten something, and something about the water trickling between their bodies had soothed her qualms
it would do him no favours to get his hopes up. But from the anxious expression and tickled her in a delicate but delicious way.
carved into her pretty features, he could tell she was here for a specific reason, and Wrap your legs around my waist.
a knot of excitement and apprehension clotted his gut. Her sore muscles clenched as she recalled his lips and mumbles against her throat,
His feet began to move of their own accord. lulling her into a place that felt sinful and yet somehow safe. She had let him press her
He needed to get to her before she over-analysed the situation and made an- against the tiles and rouse that throbbing warmth in her stomach, amongst the rose-
other break for it, leaving him behind once again to stew in her shadow. He was scented steam and the echoes of pulsing water. She had quaked and moaned with
beyond trying to suppress his want for her tonight, and perhaps if they could abandon, like Friday, and then he had carried her to her room, waiting until she had
just…accept the unavoidable spark, she would be out of his system, and it would be gathered her senses before joining their hips again to satisfy himself.
the end of his irrational weakness for her. Granger…
“I…I have no idea what I’m doing here,” Hermione mumbled as he stopped With her body sated, she had simply watched him with fascination as he sought
right in front of her. his own release. His features had softened and he’d looked completely unburdened
Draco was struggling not to grab her and cement the inevitable, so he settled for for those brief moments, and she had absently freckled kisses across his jaw and
tentatively raising his hand to cup her cheek and trace her lip-line with his thumb. neck. She had studied him intently and silently decided that he had never looked
He felt her heavy swallow, and he stepped closer into her space as she sealed her more beautiful and free, and she had kissed him hard when he had let go. Her sheets
eyes from him. He could imagine the internal debate going on behind her fluttering were still damp from shower-drops and sweat, and while she knew the space next
lids, and he held his breath as she parted her lips. to her was empty, she peeked under her lashes anyway; just to check.
She was alone, but that was…okay.

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footsteps of his witch as she went to her room. He could discern the sounds of her “I just…” she whispered with obvious nerves. “I just wanted one night to-
shuffling around for a few moments, before she was on the move again, heading to “One night,” he agreed for sanity’s sake, before swiftly slicing the final inches
the bathroom this time, and flicking on the shower. The familiar beats of falling between them.
clothes roused reminiscent flashbacks of Friday night, and images of navy gowns Her sigh of surrender tickled his tonsils as he latched onto her mouth; finding
and olive skin flashed across the backs of his lids. she tasted of blueberries and promises tonight, and it was intoxicating. The lustful
He thought twice, and then once more before he was on his feet; dangerous twitch in his stomach quickly came back to life as he gorged on her with all the
intentions making him stiff between the hips. frustration she had left him with. He clutched her sides possessively and held her
He’d spent too long imagining her showers. firmly in place, adamant that she would not escape this again; not that she gave him
He crept silently towards the bathroom, hoping that she had forgotten to lock any indication that she intended to.
the door, and luck was apparently on his side today. He slipped inside and took a While Hermione’s kisses and gestures were slightly timid, there was no hesitation,
healthy gulp of the cherry-scented steam, carefully beginning to discard his clothes and she matched his passion with a perfect pace that left her feeling light-headed. She
as he eyed Granger’s oblivious shadow dancing across the shower-curtain. planted her palms on his face and laced her fingernails into his snow-soft hair so she
His pulse was throbbing loudly in his ears by the time he removed his boxers to could pull him a little closer. Godric, she was petrified, but it was exhilarating to
the first of Granger’s bathroom moans, and he eagerly padded across the floor, and have him doing such wonderful and brain-damning things to her mouth.
stepped into the cubicle. She had no idea where the bold impulse came from, but she dragged her hands
He stared at her naked back, following the droplets of water that trickled from down his chest and tugged at the seam of his black jumper. Her fingertips grazed
her long tresses and landed at the charming dimple just above her buttocks, before across his skin as she shifted the material up his torso, and Draco broke their kiss
sliding down her shapely legs. He reached out to touch her, but the moment his to help her; roughly yanking it over his head and tossing it to the side.
fingers grazed her skin, she whipped around with terrified eyes and feeble attempts Hermione took the stolen seconds to let her eyes wander over his naked skin.
to hide her precious parts. He was a hypnotising shade of moonlight; not too muscular or lean, just beautifully
He managed to muffle her scream with a hasty kiss, enjoying the odd sensation seeker-built with lines and curves that begged to be touched.
of shower-drops gliding between their lips. Hermione squirmed for a few seconds, She barely managed to release an admiring gasp before they were kissing again;
but she yielded when his thumbs skimmed down the column of her neck and drew fast and frantic like time-fated lovers. She ran her curious hands over his chest,
feather-soft patterns just under her ears. He slowly pushed her against the tiled wall feeling him groan against her tongue and tighten the grip on her waist. Her thighs
and frowned when he felt her break the kiss and brace her hands against his chest. clenched when something sensual tickled behind her navel, and her heartbeats were
“What are you doing?” she asked between heavy breaths. roaring in her ears.
It’s just until you get out of here… Draco quickly spun them around, refusing to lose the connection of lips and
With the security of his deluded mindset that this would all evaporate once he teeth as he began to guide them to the other side of the dorm with haste-clumsy
was out of her room, he set his jaw and gave her a decisive look. movements. Hermione hummed into his mouth as he slammed her back into her
“I’m staying.” bedroom door and chewed on her bottom lip. A dazed sigh escaped her as he
moved his attention to her throat, sucking softly at her pulse and encouraging a
dreamy shiver to waltz down her spine.
“Password, Granger,” he rasped breathlessly against her skin.
She blinked and tried to gather her concentration. “Crookshanks,” she rushed
out, and Draco steadied her as the door gave way.
Her room was dark, save the knowing glow of tenacious moon-rays, and she let
it engulf her. It felt secure in here; a safe place to store dangerous secrets and for-
bidden fantasies, and she angled Draco’s face so she could kiss him again, hoping
that he would swallow the remainder of her stubborn qualms.
Draco could feel the anxiety in her stance, but as he glided his hands across her

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shoulder-blades, he felt enough of her tension slip away for him to tug at the straps they owned a part of each other. Even when the fingerprints on his shoulders and
on her dress. The navy gown pooled at her feet with a hearty thud, and he frowned the dents in his lip had disappeared, the memories would still be there; crisp and
when he felt her stiffen again. clear, and ready for him replay whenever he liked. And the fact of the matter was
He pulled back to give her a meaningful look, but he couldn’t help but let his he wanted more memories, but Merlin knew his pride had already taken a battering
hazy stare roam down her shape. His stomach constricted, and he felt himself go this morning.
harder as he absorbed her; yes, he had imagined her in those pathetic mornings “And I suppose you want my answer now?”
hunched against the wall next to the bathroom, but he had underestimated her ap- He heard her sniff behind him. “You have the weekend,” she murmured gently.
peal. She was more feminine and alluring than the images his brain had conjured; “I want an answer by Monday.”
clad in a simple set of blue underwear that was typically practical, but didn’t detract Hermione watched him square his shoulders and push open the door, leaving
from curves and creases that made his eyes dance. By the dim light, her olive skin her behind with the evidence of their intimacy; crumpled sheets and the smell of
and tawny features looked like toffee, and for a brief moment, he was completely lust misting the air. She sat at the window and brushed aside her tears, counting
awe-struck. snowflakes in a futile effort to detract from how vulnerable she felt at that moment.
Definitely not ugly… or filthy… She knew that he felt something for her; he had blurted it out himself, and his
Her unease became obvious as her arms moved to cover her body, and he tenderness from last night had made her feel so safe, but she knew how stubborn
quickly captured her lips again before she had a chance to be stolen by doubt. He’d he could be. She honestly had no idea if he would choose to stay, or decide that their
be damned if he let that happen when he’d come this far. liaison had gone too far, but she knew that if he left, it would devastate her. She
He slipped his hand between them to unfasten his trousers and manoeuvred almost regretted her ultimatum, but she refused to look at him everyday and feel
them further into the room. With her bed in sight, something he had craved since discarded; used and then tossed aside because of his crushing pride.
the couple of nights he had slept in here, he felt his heart thunder against his ribs as If he chose to remain here, it would be enough for her.
she went back to grasping his face with slightly trembling hands. He pushed her, as
gently as his need would allow, into the mattress and crawled over her; still feasting ★★★
on her mouth.
He felt the nerves seize her muscles again as he reached behind to unclasp her By Sunday evening, Draco was ready to have a hernia.
bra, and he deepened the kiss to distract her; pleading to non-existent entities that Granger had left on Saturday morning, no more than an hour after she had dealt
she would abandon logic, like he had. him the option of leaving, and she had yet to return. He had no idea where she’d
He grazed his teeth across the bumps of her collarbone and relished the moan stayed, but at one point, he had actually found himself concerned that something
that ghosted across his forehead. She was slowly giving in; he could feel it. He knew might have happened to her. Logic had caught up with him, and he’d realised that
she could feel his desire pressed against her inner thigh, and he moved his hand McGonagall would have paid him a visit by now if that had been the case, but nev-
between them and wriggled out of his boxers so he could feel flesh against flesh. ertheless, his consideration for her well-being had sobered him immensely.
His fingers tucked into the hem of her underwear, and he slowly slid them down It would have been sensible to accept Granger’s offer of an alternate prison and
her thighs, knees and shins with medal-worthy patience. He could feel her vibrating go cold-turkey, but in reality, it had never been an option. She had somehow gone
with suspense and uncertainty, and he glanced up to find her bathed in creamy from being the most irritating aspect of this hell, to the reason he was still sane.
moonlight and watching him with wide and wary eyes. He tilted his head to reach Without her, he knew that he would crumble like sea-shattered cliffs. He wanted to
for her mouth again and tried to settle himself between her legs, but her shaky voice touch her again; craved her actually, although he had no idea why.
made him freeze. It just…made sense.
“Draco, wait,” Hermione murmured. He flinched as his face lingered above He came to the conclusion that it was simply a bi-product of his isolation, and
hers, silently vowing to Salazar’s soul that if she told him she couldn’t do this, he if he needed her to steady his mind until he escaped Hogwarts, then so be it. Once
would surrender his mind come morning. She licked her lips and gave him a plead- he was free, things would return to normal, and nobody would ever know about his
ing look, before she forced the delicate words to leave her. “Please go slow.” disgraceful behaviour.
His brow creased at the implications of her request. “I thought you weren’t a vir- Everything that happens in this room remains between us.
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 He cringed because he had no idea how to answer that question. “Do you?” he “I’m not,” she interrupted; a fiery blush staining her cheeks. “But I…only once.”
countered instead. Pressure…
Hermione licked her lips. “No, I don’t, and I… I don’t think you do either.” He realised how much she was giving him then, and he fought hard not to be
“It’s irrelevant,” he mumbled, averting his eyes. “It shouldn’t have happened, affected by it. The lusty throbs in his chest ached for a moment with something else;
and it shouldn’t happen again- something painfully pleasant that made him decide not to be selfish tonight.
“Shouldn’t?” “Put your hands on my shoulders,” he directed quietly, waiting until she com-
“Won’t,” he corrected quickly. “It can’t- plied before he continued. “If it hurts, grip as tight as you need to, and bite down
“Why?” she pushed boldly, irritated by his dismissal. “Because I’m a Muggle-born?” on my lip.”
“Granger- His words seemed to soothe her qualms, and she gave him a slow nod of assent
“You know, you don’t look at me with disgust anymore,” she told him calmly. before craning her neck to steal a calming kiss. He instantly intensified it, learning
“Quite the opposite, actually- her slowly and knowing that it was best to keep her busy while his fingers trailed
“What were you hoping to gain from this, Granger?” he asked bluntly. “You over her stomach and ducked between her thighs to see if she was ready.
know who I am- Despite the conflicting notions so obviously scrambling Granger’s head, her
“Yes, I do,” she agreed. “And I know that you don’t really believe all that rub- body was sublime and keen for him; perfectly damp and silky beneath his fingertips.
bish, or last night wouldn’t have happened- Shoving aside his impatience, he stroked the pad of his thumb over her most sensi-
“Last night was a clear indication that this place has fucked with my head too much- tive spot, which earned him a timid moan, and he slipped two fingers inside to help
“Stop it!” she snapped angrily. “Stop trying to blame this on everything else! It’s prepare her for him. After a few long minutes of rotating his digits, and some more
bloody pathetic! You knew what you were doing!” feminine sighs tickling the roof of his mouth, he decided he had waited long
“And so did you!” enough, and done all he could to relax her.
“I’m not denying that!” she shouted. “Do I mean nothing to you?” Draco positioned himself appropriately and Hermione instantly trapped his
He gnashed his teeth and fixed her with a cold look. Merlin knew why, but bottom lip between her teeth. He rubbed her sides in soothing circles as he finally
that comment irked him like hell. “You don’t get it, do you?” he sneered. “I am entered her, and her fingernails stabbed into his shoulders as she choked on a
one of them now- whimper. He couldn’t help the velvety hiss as she dragged him in; barely noticing
“One of who?” her desperate grasp on his shoulders and all sensation rushed south. She was tight
“A fucking blood traitor!” he shouted, abruptly rising from his seat. “I have with inexperience and panic, and she felt fucking fantastic, but he wanted her to
screwed over my family, so don’t you DARE question how I feel about you!” enjoy this.
Hermione gasped at his outburst, and they both froze in place, barely inches “Relax,” he murmured against her mouth. “It’s alright.”
apart. Shock and outrage flickered in Draco’s eyes as he realised what he’d said, and He knew she needed to accommodate to him, so he fought his urges and re-
he would have given anything to suck the words back in. She reached out a hand to mained still, resting his forehead against hers and hoping that her pain would sub-
touch his cheek, but he batted it away out of principle, refusing to feel more foolish side quickly. Carefully easing out and then filling her again, he repeated his pain-
than he already did. fully slow movements until her fingers had stopped digging into his skin and she
“Fuck this,” he grumbled, heading towards the door. “I’m not doing this now- freed his lip. He dipped his head to the crook of her neck, remembering that she
“Draco, wait,” Hermione called, stalling him before he could reach the door. had been rather fond of his mouth teasing her there, as he quickened his rhythm.
“I… I’m sorry but I can’t live with you after last night if you’re going to be like this.” Hermione lost her concentration as the pain ebbed, and she heard her pants
He felt his chest twitch painfully. “What do you mean?” grow heavy as his ministrations stirred something inside of her. Each of his strokes
“If…if you want this to really stop now,” she continued in a sad and stuttering seemed to feed the flicker of this foreign sensation just under her stomach, and she
tone. “Then I will see if McGonagall can find s-somewhere else for you to stay. I…I instinctively writhed her hips to try and get more. Draco lifted his head to hover his
can’t do this with you anymore. Not after what’s happened between us.” lips over hers; barely touching as his volatile breaths fell into her mouth and tingled
Somewhere else? Without her? her tongue. Their glazed stares locked as a throaty groan rumbled in his chest, and
The thought alone made him feel physically sick. Things were irrevocably dif- Hermione felt the exquisite knot that he had created swell and tingle.
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 Draco snaked his arms around her back and sat up, pulling her up with him as himself for prolonging the inappropriate intimacy. Leaving would have been logi-
he rested back against his haunches. She was flush against his sweat-sodden chest, cal, but his bones felt burdened and Granger’s bed was so warm. He lied down and
and he held her head firmly as they kissed again, more fervidly than they ever had, faced her; not touching, but possibly closer than was necessary, but sleep stole him
as he adjusted them to the new angle. Knowing that this position would brush before he could question it.
against her receptive bud, he rocked his hips in purposeful patterns, before ripping He resented tomorrow for being unavoidable.
his mouth away to freckle wet pecks over her chest and breasts.
Her little, dulcet sounds were becoming more fervent, and he could feel her ★★★
muscles starting to tense up around him as she began to quiver in his arms. The
heavy hammering of her heart against his lips told him she was close, and he willed Hermione woke with sore limbs and a tenderness between her legs that veered
himself to restrain the bliss bubbling in his own system. between pleasure and pain. With passion-bruised lips and the taste of a Slytherin
He’d be damned if he didn’t feel her unravel around him. on her tongue, she cracked open her eyes to scrutinise the still-warm space next to
Hermione finally coughed out a stuttering cry as pulsating heat spread from her her. She’d expected him to leave, so when her sleepy stare moved and found his
core and made her insides clench. Her control was lost as she shuddered gracelessly, silhouette crowding the window frame, she was more than a little surprised.
and allowed the bizarre but beautiful sensations to consume her. Draco clutched She carefully sat up so she could see his expression; his pale features set in a
her tightly to him as she came undone, grabbing her face and combing back her pensive frown as he glared out the window. He was fully-dressed, rubbing his chin,
brazen mane to witness the wonder in her eyes. and looking too troubled to realise that she was even awake.
With a few more twists of his hips and the ripples of her rapture around him, “I thought you’d leave,” she broke the calm in a scratchy voice.
Draco felt the bubble in his loins burst and release into her. He smothered his Draco didn’t look at her. “It seemed pointless when you can just wander into
growling groan against her throat and clung to her as she absently soothed him; my room whenever you like,” he told her steadily.
stroking his hair and sighing against his neck. He shivered as her nails caught the Hermione took a deep breath before she gathered a sheet around her and left
tip of his spine; his breaths calming as the buzz began to fade, and his limbs became the bed, taking slow strides towards him with no idea what she intended to do.
lead-heavy. When she was close enough, she realised that the view outside was frosted with
She was weak in his hold, resting her head against his as she hummed lazy kisses white, and the dreamy snow was pouring down fast. She couldn’t help but gasp as
across his shoulders. He slowly eased them back into the pillows, absently grabbing a small smile crawled up her cheeks, oblivious that Draco was studying her now
the forgotten covers and shielding them from the chill. Disentangling limbs and and contemplating dragging her back to bed to extend their forbidden activities.
flesh, Draco settled next to her on the bed, observing the witch intently as her lashes The room was heavy with their mingled scents and it was like an aphrodisiac, but
fluttered and she nibbled her lip. He could feel the awkward silence sneaking up on something about her innocent grin niggled at him.
them as their post-bliss breaths simmered away, leaving them with the inevitable “What are you so bloody happy about?” he questioned sharply, resting his chin
questions and an unwelcoming reality. against his knuckles in an attempt to appear blasé.
“Draco, I- “It’s snowing.”
“Rest, Granger,” he told her. He arched an eyebrow. “And?”
“I just wanted to say thank you,” Hermione whispered tiredly; her lids falling “I have been waiting for it to snow,” she said softly.
shut. “For being… gentle.” She was close enough now that he could reach out and touch her if he wanted
He frowned at the affection in her tone, knowing that in a few hours, it would to, but he refrained, even if it was ridiculously tempting. Post-coital mornings
all be different. By the garish rays of morning, he would hate himself for giving in, suited Granger very well; with her bushy hair and blushing cheeks, and when his
and she would feel used and betrayed. The night provided them with peace and eyes caught marks on her neck from his mouth, he felt his groin tighten. He tore
secrecy, and for that reason alone, he raised his hand to brush away the unruly cof- his intrigued gaze away from her and clenched his jaw, determined to say his piece
fee-curls around her face. She was on the crest of sleep, and she sighed at his touch; and then get out of the room.
mumbling something incoherent as he glided his finger across her eyebrow. “Look, Granger-
He snatched his hand away when he realised what he was doing, and scolded “Do you…do you regret what happened last night?” she interrupted uneasily,
toying with the sheet between her fingers.

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Muggle shows she had been accustomed to, and Flitwick never failed to impress with her tonight, if only because today had been a bitter reminder of how lonely the next
his creativity. fortnight would inevitably be. She took a deep breath and tried to locate another
“It must be New Year’s Eve,” she whispered with realisation, hastily shooting a dose of that Gryffindor bravery, which always seemed to wither whenever Draco
look over to her clock. was concerned.
One minute to midnight… “I think I’m going to head to bed,” she told him with a wavering voice. “Are
“Kiss me,” Hermione blurted clumsily. you… are you coming?”
Draco turned to face her, and his eyes narrowed suspiciously at her bold words. He arched an eyebrow with slight surprise before he shook his head. “No,” he
“What are you- answered, and Hermione had to fight hard to conceal her hurt.
“Just kiss me,” she said again, desperately grasping his face and pulling him “Okay,” she mumbled lamely, making her way towards her bedroom, feeling
close to seal their lips, and their fates, if superstition was to be believed. rather humiliated. “Goodnight then.”
He was initially hesitant, but he quickly surrendered and tugged her into his lap, “Granger,” Draco called just before she reached the door. He clenched his eyes
greedily running his hands over her waist, which ignited wonderful shivers to shoot shut and massaged the bridge of his nose; conceding to the fact that his tattered
down her spine. Her fingertips combed imaginary paths through his hair, and she dignity was questionable from this point on. “Leave your door unlocked. I might
sighed into his mouth appreciatively when his teeth gently latched onto her lower change my mind.”
lip. She would never admit it, but she could easily kiss him for long and lazy hours. Hermione’s mouth twitched into a private smile before she slipped into her
When he pulled away, she hummed with disappointment and the sense of loss, room, leaving Draco behind to glare at her unfinished tree. He stayed still for long
but her eyes darted back over to her clock to discover it was indeed midnight. She minutes; his mind burdened with conflicting notions as his eyes shifted to the star
turned back to Draco and watched the brazen colours of the fireworks reflect in his on the table. A growl rumbled in his throat before he grabbed it and marched over
grey eyes and waltz across his pale features, and she felt something deep in her chest to the tree, reaching up to effortlessly place in on top and complete the task Granger
burn and swell. had started.
“What was that about?” he asked in an uncertain voice, regarding her expectantly. He stepped back to give it a critical look, and privately decided that green, red
“It’s a Muggle tradition,” Hermione clarified automatically, knowing it wasn’t and gold did indeed compliment each other fairly well. With a final grunt of sur-
something the wizarding community was familiar with. “It means… render, he turned on his heel, with no intention of heading to his own room.
That I want to spend the year with you…
It means that you are important to me…
It means that I want to keep you…
“It means nothing,” she lied as a second thought. “It’s just…it’s just something
Muggles do on New Year’s Eve.”
She could see he was reluctant to accept her explanation, but he simply rolled his
eyes disapprovingly and shrugged his shoulders. “Muggles really are bizarre,” he re-
marked, gesturing for her to settle back between his thighs. “Come on, Granger. I’m
actually quite curious to find out what happens to the ‘star-crossed lovers.’”
Hermione barely managed to suppress her cringe. “You know what happens,”
she murmured. “They die.”

★★★

She glided her fingers across the army of books in the restricted section of the
library, scrutinising the titles that had any indication that they might contain any
reference to Horcruxes. She finally selected an ancient-looking text that was with-
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 broken the wards so the wind could chase away some of the mustiness in her room.
Plus, Draco seemed to like the breeze rousing goosebumps across their bare skin,
and she was too relaxed here to disrupt it; with his limbs tangled around her, and
his chin against her shoulder as they both read the book in her lap.
“Have you finished the page?” she asked.
“Granger,” he muttered, his voice husky against her throat. “You can be quite a
sly witch when you want to be.”
She stifled a laugh. “And what would make you say that?”
“You’re telling me your book choice wasn’t intentional?”
GIFTS She indulged in a private grin. “Perhaps on a subconscious level-
“Bollocks,” he accused, but his tone was rich with amusement. “Two enemies
shagging in secret? It’s hardly subtle, Granger.”
“This happens to be a Muggle classic,” she told him, twisting her neck to peck
the edge of his mouth. “Can I turn the page?”
“Go ahead,” he nodded, returning a kiss to that tingly spot behind her ear. “Alt-
hough I feel the need to point out that this Romeo bloke is a bit of a tosser.”
“How so?”
“Well, he was supposedly obsessed with that Rosaline girl,” he started critically.
HERMIONE FELT THE MATTRESS SHIFT BENEATH HER, AND SHE STIFLED “And then he marries this Juliet after only knowing her a couple of days. The guy
the groan that tickled her tonsils as Draco closed the door behind him. is a complete wet.”
The cold always seemed to replace him in her bed when he left her alone, feign- “I agree, it is all a bit rushed,” Hermione mumbled reluctantly. “But romance
ing sleep and feeling disappointed, but this was how it had been for the last few was a lot different back then-
days, and she knew better than to mention it to him. He had made it clear that he “You mean it was unrealistic,” he said. “I’m actually quite looking forward to
wasn’t willing to broach the subject of their bizarre relationship, and they had fallen the part when he kills himself.”
into a pseudo-routine since Monday. Hermione lowered her brow in confusion. “How do you know he kills himself?”
The mornings would always begin like this one; Draco abandoning her be- “That bit at the beginning,” he explained as though it was obvious. “‘A pair of
tween their tell-tale sheets and silently sneaking back into his own room. She star-crossed lovers take their life.’ It kind of gives the plot away, Granger.”
would then prepare him some food for the day, before heading to the library or “Spoilsport.”
to McGonagall’s office to continue the time-consuming mission to get everyone “Don’t blame me,” he rasped, pressing his lips against her throat again.
home safe. Evenings provided them with burning expectations and awkward “Blame the author.”
glances, that she personally hated. She knew it was simply a side-effect as they “But-
adjusted to their situation, but they were both fiery characters, and she missed A loud bang followed by a burst of light echoed across the night, making Her-
their witty arguments and heated debates. mione start before she could retort. Her hand covered her hammering heart as she
She had a feeling they would be at each other’s throats sooner or later; probably felt Draco’s hold around tighten, almost protectively. Another crash of colours
once her insecurities and nerves had faded a little, and Draco had accepted that he came seconds later, and she pushed her window open wider to catch the simmering
was attracted to a Muggle-born. remains of a sparkling unicorn galloping across the clouds.
When the evening turned into night, she would slip away into her bedroom and “Fireworks,” she sighed with understanding. “Merlin, that made me jump.”
leave her door unlocked so that he could join her. There had been a couple of nights “I noticed,” he mocked, releasing his firm grip on her. “Open the window a bit
when his pride had apparently smothered his interest in her, and he had returned to his more, let’s see what Flitwick settled on this year.”
own room. That was okay, for she felt her muscles needed some time to recover, but she She complied and adjusted her body so they could both watch the display of ani-
found herself wanting him just to sleep with her and chase away the lonely nights. mated creatures dance in the air. She adored magical fireworks; so different to the

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 “It’s nothing,” she insisted. “I just get a little down after Christmas. January al- But he never did.
ways feels so bleak.” He would come into her room; kiss her like a fate-fearing man, strip them bare
“It’s not January yet,” he pointed out, leaving his seat and coming up behind and satisfy them both, always insistent to make sure she was sated, even though it
her. “Christmas was only yesterday.” had seemed to take hours sometimes. She knew from Lavender’s and Padma’s chats
“I know,” she nodded. “But I know that next year is going to be awful, and I…I about sex that it was difficult for women to consistently find that blissful release,
wish that things were different.” but Draco determinedly worked on her receptive points until she trembled and
“Different,” he repeated, reaching up to coil one of her curls around his finger. moaned, and left them both exhausted.
“You mean you wish that you were with Potter and Weasley.” But he never held her in the aftermath.
The muscles in her back stiffened beneath his touch. “I miss them,” she con- He never offered any whisper of affection once they were finished.
fessed sadly. “Just as I’m sure you miss your family. But I…” she trailed off, and He never stayed for more than a few hours.
Draco could imagine the blush staining her cheeks. “I would never…choose to She would hear him leave and her heart would ache for a moment, before she
erase what has happened between us. Even it meant seeing Harry and Ron.” reasoned with herself that it was he was still battling his prejudices.
A scary and dangerous bout of something close to affection hit him in the gut, And then the routine would start again.
and he continued to toy with the lock of her hair. “And what would they do, if they
knew about us?” ★★★
“I don’t know,” she murmured, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch. “I
think they would shout and scream, but I would hope that they love me enough to It was the last Saturday before Christmas, and she had agreed to meet Ginny for
understand eventually, but I would be lying if I said they don’t despise you.” a trip to Hogsmeade to get any last-minute gifts. Ginny would be going back to the
“And I despise them.” Burrow on Sunday, and while Hermione acknowledged that her friendship with the
“You despised me once,” she reminded him, turning her body and taking a mo- Weasley sister had been a little strained this term, she would still miss her.
ment to admire his storm-grey eyes. “And what would your friends do if they found “I have a surprise for you,” Ginny grinned as they headed into the village. “And
out about us?” I reckon it might actually put a smile on your face.”
“We both know my friends wouldn’t be the problem,” Draco said with a pointed Hermione arched an eyebrow. “I’m intrigued.”
look, moving his busy fingers to fiddle with the hem of her jumper. “My parents The pretty redhead reached into her bag and removed two presents; one fist-
would disown me, and I wouldn’t see a knut of my inheritance. You know all this, sized in clumsy, red wrapping, and the other a slightly larger box with gold wrap-
Granger. I’m sure you’ve heard all about what happened to Andromeda.” ping. Hermione’s confused eyes flickered between the two gifts before giving Ginny
“I have,” she said, raising a hand stroke her fingers up his jaw. “There are more an expectant look.
important things than money and reputation.” “Are these for me?”
His lips twitched with scepticism. “Maybe in your world, Granger.” “Certainly are,” the younger witch nodded. “They’re from Harry and Ron.”
Hermione felt her mouth fall open. “What? How-
★★★ “They sent them to Mum back in October,” Ginny explained, pushing the pre-
sents into her friend’s hands. “She wanted to surprise you because she knows how
Several nights later, and Hermione realised she had lost track of time. Draco much you’re missing them.”
had been notably calmer and less agitated since his Christmas stroll across the “I can’t believe they thought about it so early,” she mumbled to herself, stroking
grounds, and she couldn’t help but take advantage of it. He had stayed in her bed her fingertips over the precious packages. “Thank you.”
until morning-light a couple of times, although she couldn’t decide if it was “It’s no worry,” Ginny said. “The red one’s-
simply accidental, or if he chose to linger in their warmth and pass the early hours “From Ron,” Hermione finished with a knowing twitch of her lips. “He never
in her company. could wrap to save his life. He used to make Harry and I wrap the presents he’d
That was where tonight found her; between his legs and leaning back into his bought for you and your family.”
chest, with only a few blankets tossed carelessly around them and body heat to rush “Lazy bugger,” she rolled her eyes. “I’m dying to know what he got you though;
the blood. She had Charmed her window-sill into a window-seat, and temporarily send me an Owl after you open it. Mum said that my present from him was obvious.”

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 “You got presents from them too?” in surprise. “Thousands actually. Some good and some bad, but they all hold a
“They’re waiting for me at home,” she said. “I can safely guess that Ron got me place in my memory.”
another scarf, but I’m hoping Harry was a bit more inventive.” “Your students.”
A thoughtful expression crossed Hermione’s features. “Is there no way we can “Of course,” McGonagall nodded, giving the young witch a meaningful look.
send them anything?” “And every now and then, an exceptional one comes along who makes me feel as
“No,” Ginny frowned, helping Hermione tuck the gifts into her bag. “Mum proud as any mother.”
asked Remus, but we don’t even know where they are, and Hedwig never waits Hermione smiled as she felt a warm rush of gratitude and respect for her men-
around to give her anything.” tor. “Thank you,” she sighed. “For everything.”
“It would have been nice to give them something- “You’re very welcome,” the Headmistress said, rising from her seat with some
“Don’t,” Ginny warned in a low tone. “These were supposed to cheer you up, age-induced difficulty. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I agreed to meet Filius and Hor-
not make you all mopey- ace for some lunch, but if I may ask you a question before I go?”
“Sorry,” Hermione winced. “Thank you for the surprise, Gin.” “Of course.”
“Nice to see you smile,” she commented as they wandered into the village. “This arrangement with Mr Malfoy,” she started with a measured voice, and
“Right, you’re going to have to help me pick something for Fred and George.” Hermione tried not to flush. “I can see that things have…altered between you, and
The pair of witches had spent an hour browsing for their final bits and bobs I am wondering whether I should be concerned?”
when Hermione left Ginny to barter over a Charmed wristwatch for her Dad. The Hermione wondered for a moment her lips were slightly swollen from kisses,
brunette aimlessly strolled along the snow-sprinkled path and admired the striking or if she had accidentally failed to conceal a bruise on her throat that would be sus-
window-displays; wonderfully decorated with Christmas trimmings and magical piciously shaped like Draco’s mouth. She hoped that the tensing of her shoulders
trinkets that roused an inkling of festive excitement in her heart. wasn’t obvious, and that the guilty shadow in her eyes was successfully hidden be-
She hesitated at one particular window, humming in thought as a wonderful neath her lashes.
idea invaded her head and encouraged to slip inside the shop. She headed directly “No,” she mumbled finally, feigning certainty. “Everything’s fine.”
over to the item that had caught her eye and thought of Draco; her mind already As McGonagall offered her an accepting nod and turned to leave, Hermione laced
made up that she would need to have a word with McGonagall once she returned her fingers together and released a comfortable sigh when the snow started to fall again.
to Hogwarts, and that the item was perfect.
“Can I help you?” the clerk interrupted her musings. ★★★
“Yes,” Hermione nodded. “Can I have this, please?”
Draco nursed his self-made coffee between his palms and inhaled the steam.
★★★ It wasn’t as good as Granger’s, but it would do, and as odd as it sounded, he
actually felt like he’d accomplished something on his own today. Despite the fact
The Headmistress eyed her companion sceptically. “Miss Granger- that he had done it the Muggle way, he felt neither degraded nor foolish, but simply
“I know this is a lot to ask,” Hermione hushed the older witch. “But it’s Christ- relieved that he was capable of doing such a mundane task. And if he’d done it, then
mas, and I think he needs it.” perhaps Muggles were not quite as different as he’d assumed…
“I’m not sure I can- His head snapped up when Granger entered the room; frosted with snow and
“Just for an hour,” she pushed tenaciously. “Please, Professor. There’s nobody looking decidedly cold, but still charming. It almost disturbed him how alluring she
here anyway, and I promise that he won’t try anything. I think he knows now that was to him now, even in her baggy, Muggle clothing and with her slightly dishev-
we are trying to help him.” elled appearance, but there was a sad bow to her lips that made him curious.
“You can’t be certain of that, Hermione,” McGonagall replied in that wise tone “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, perhaps a little sharply.
of hers. “What if he- “Nothing,” Hermione breathed wearily. “I’m just a little tired.”
“He has no wand,” she argued. “He has no where to go, and he is… better now- “Liar,” he accused, his ashy eyes tracking her as she moved past him into the
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rock under a brittle and winter-beaten Oak to study the familiar surroundings. The “Look,” she blurted, the desperation loud in her voice. “I will make sure that
snow had paused for Boxing Day’s afternoon, and she missed that infinite childish nothing goes wrong; I promise. You know I am capable.”
tingle that it always gave her, but the grey clouds in the sky promised more, and she McGonagall tilted her head and regarded her student with warming eyes. “Why
hoped it was soon. are you doing him this favour?”
“Miss Granger,” a wise voice broke her reverie. “I thought that was you.” Hermione schooled her features to appear indifferent. “I just think he needs a break,”
“Hello, Professor,” Hermione greeted the Headmistress. “You needed a walk too?” she offered evenly. “And as I said; it’s Christmas. You know, time of forgiveness.”
“I don’t have many duties at the moment,” she said with disappointment. “You The Headmistress seemed to toss that statement around in her head a couple of
looked rather distant. Is something troubling you?” times before she released a long and yielding breath. “Very well.”
“Nothing that shouldn’t be troubling me,” the youngest witch shrugged. “Really?” Hermione blinked with surprise. “It’s okay?”
“Would you like to be left alone with your thoughts?” McGonagall asked, bris- “I will probably regret this,” McGonagall sighed, massaging her temple. “But
tling when a harsh wind tore through the air. “Or would you care for some com- yes, I will make arrangements so it’s possible-
pany, albeit the company of an old woman?” “Oh, thank you so much, Professor-
Hermione breathed a laugh and patted the space next to her on the boulder. “But you will take sole responsibility should anything happen,” she warned
“Have a seat.” strictly. “You must ensure that Mr Malfoy doesn’t try anything foolhardy-
“Just a moment,” McGonagall muttered, removing her wand and casting a “Of course-
charm to soften the rock before she settled next to her student. “My back is not as “And this is a one-off,” she continued, rising from her seat. “Make sure he
forgiving as it used to be. What is on your mind, Hermione?” knows that-
“I was wondering what Harry and Ron are doing now,” she confessed slowly. “I will,” Hermione nodded eagerly, jumping up and nearing her mentor to em-
“And hoping that they managed to enjoy Christmas on some level.” brace her in a grateful hug. “Thank you, Professor.”
“I’m sure Mr Weasley managed to create some form of entertainment,” the Minerva shifted awkwardly, but placed a comforting hand on her student’s back
Headmistress offered with a knowing grin. “You should not worry so much about and surrendered to a small smile. “Merry Christmas, Hermione.”
them. If they were in trouble or really needed to get a hold of one of us, there are
ways they could do so; Patronuses, Owl, et cetera.” ★★★
“I know,” she agreed absently. “I just wish I could have gone with them.”
“I hope you don’t resent me for asking you to remain here with me,” McGona- Draco swore under his breath; tossing his third attempt in the sink and watch-
gall sighed. “The only reason Remus agreed to let them go was because they assured ing in swirl down the drain.
him they would only be gone a week. Had any of us known that they’d intended to He’d had a craving for a coffee, but trying to imitate Granger’s perfect cups of
leave for these many months, it would not have been permitted.” caffeinated goodness had proved unsuccessful and very frustrating. He had wit-
“I knew they wouldn’t come back after a week,” Hermione mumbled. “Harry nessed the witch make them countless times and had reasoned that it seemed sim-
was too determined to find the Horcruxes.” ple enough, but evidently there was something missing, as he couldn’t even get the
“Well, I must admit that they are doing better than I predicted,” she said in a colour correct. He was about to try again when she finally walked through the door
thoughtful tone. “Have more faith in them, Hermione. Perhaps I need you more two hours later than she normally did; her cheeks rosy with a winter blush, and her
than they do at the moment.” hair tousled by the wind.
The brunette cocked her head to the side and regarded her mentor hesitantly. She dropped her apparently heavy bags near the couch, and his stare lingered on
“Professor, will you forgive me for asking a blunt question?” her face, as it often seemed to do when she was oblivious to his presence. It was one
“Depends what that question is.” of his many new and irritating habits that had decided to kick in since their lusty
“Well,” Hermione began awkwardly. “You obviously like children, or you nights in her room had begun, but there was little point in resisting when he had
wouldn’t be a teacher, and you’re very good at giving advice, so I was just wonder- already succumbed to his inappropriate desire to touch her. She must have heard the
ing why you never had any children of your own?” kettle starting its fourth boil because her eyes shifted over to him, and he scowled
“But I have had many children,” she replied, and Hermione’s eyebrows arched at her when she gave one of her bags a non-too-sly nudge behind the sofa.

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 “There’s something wrong with this fucking kettle,” he told her, pointing at the considered all the previous answers they had each given, she realised how different
offending object. they had become.
“What do you mean?” “I don’t know,” he murmured quietly. “It’s… impossible to define.”
“I have tried, and it just doesn’t taste like coffee,” he explained, and the conno- “Do you still hate me?” she pushed.
tation that it actually didn’t taste like the coffee she made hovered between them. He released a defeated breath and raised a hand to rub his forehead. “No,” he an-
“I flicked the switch and did all the stuff that you do- swered after a long pause. “It would certainly be more convenient, but you know I don’t,
“Did you add milk?” she asked, moving towards him. Hermione.” He hesitated to take a sobering breath. “And how do you feel for me?”
“Of course.” She gave the back of his neck another kiss. “I like you, Draco,” she admitted
“And two sugars?” softly, and the confession was so innocent and honest that it made his insides
“Yes.” clench. “I thought…I thought that was obvious-
“Well, did you actually put the coffee in?” she questioned, smothering a grin “I will hurt you,” he repeated, louder this time. “It’s all very well to play fairytales
when he simply tweaked an eyebrow at her. “It’s in the blue tin in the top cupboard- in this room, but it won’t last-
“This is ridiculous,” he growled. “I shouldn’t have to be degraded to doing such “Then surely it would make more sense to make the most of it,” she reasoned
simple tasks the Muggle way.” steadily, relieved when she felt his muscles relax under her cheek. “Draco, I am get-
He was in the mood to rile her up today; since they had begun killing nights ting tired of trying to convince you to stop questioning this.”
together in forbidden bliss, she had become somewhat reserved and uncertain He tensed his jaw. “Then why do you?”
around him, and he hated it. If he had to select one reason he respected Granger, it Hermione licked her lips and hoped her voice didn’t waver. “Because I feared this
would be her volatile temper, not unlike his own. When minutes passed like hours War had made me lose hope,” she breathed. “But you reminded me how to smile.”
in this prison, her passionate opinions and skill to beat him down with witty words Merlin, her honesty was crushing his resolve, but then, had he really ever
made the days…bearable, and something about the flicker of flames in her eyes wanted this to end? It was simply instinctive to question and battle it for the sake
when she was mid-rant made his groin jerk. of his waning pride. He slowly placed his hand on top of hers and bowed his head
Combine that with his genuine agitation at being stuck in this dorm all day, and in surrender as he brushed his fingers across hers.
that she had apparently bought him something after he had specifically told her not “Never say I didn’t try to warn you,” he spoke stonily. “This will all end in tears.”
to, and the scolding words simply tumbled out of his mouth. “Perhaps,” she agreed sadly. “But for now, we have no bridges-
“It’s not degrading,” she countered quickly, giving him a stern look that perked “To cross,” he finished for her, turning slightly to glimpse her over his shoulder.
his interest. “This is how people do things without magic- “Must you always work in riddles?”
“Well, it’s a pain in my fucking neck!” he spat. “And just what the hell were you “They’re more like analogies,” she corrected, craning her neck to peck his cheek.
hiding behind the couch?” “Are we finished arguing?”
“Nothing- “We will never be finished arguing, Granger.”
“I told you I didn’t want anything! I swear, Granger, you just insist on making
this more difficult- ★★★
“I’m making this difficult?” she repeated angrily. “Godric, you are such a self-
ish prick- Hermione followed the sunken foot-tracks in the snow and dragged her hand
“I said I didn’t want anything from you- across a branch to steady her steps.
“Well tough luck!” Hermione shouted, squaring her shoulders and shooting him a She felt guilty for the notion, considering Draco’s inability to leave, but she had
defiant glare. “It’s Christmas! Things are crap enough without you being a miserable- needed to escape her dorm and swallow some fresh air. He had slipped away for a
“I don’t- shower and then predictably disappeared into his room; perhaps to scorn himself
“I am not finished!” she scolded. “Bloody hell, Draco! Why have you got to again for their complicated relationship, or maybe just to catch up on lost sleep. She
question everything- had no idea, and knew better than to ask when she had seen that slightly tormented
“Because I am not exactly in a position where I can give you anything back!” he yelled, look in his eyes before he had left her.
raking his tense fingers through his icy hair. “I don’t want to have a list of debts to you- She cast a quick Warming Charm to hush the chill and seated herself on a hefty

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 “I should get up,” he grumbled, moving to the edge of the bed and sliding his “I don’t want anything back,” she said slowly. “I never expected-
boxers up his legs. “It’s late- “Then why bother?”
“Don’t do that, Draco,” she stilled his actions with a firm tone. “Don’t shut off “Because it’s Christmas,” she sighed, her eyes forlorn. “Just trust me on this-
like that. We were just talking- “I have no reason to trust you,” Draco interjected, noting the disappointment
“Then what would you have me do?” he asked between gritted teeth. “Pretend flash in her hazels. “You have no reason to give me anything-
that this is normal?” “It’s just… it’s something nice to do-
“I would have you define ‘normal’ first,” she replied. “Come back to bed- “Fucking nice,” he grumbled coldly, curling his lip as though the word scorched
“You were always a fan of facts, Granger,” he said slowly, keeping his back to his tongue. “You Gryffindors are so pathetic-
her. “So, here’s the facts; we are enemies- “I am not pathetic,” she ground out between her teeth. “Don’t you dare-
“Draco- “Well, don’t talk such bollocks-
“To make it clear,” he carried on, eyeing the Dark Mark on his forearm with bile “You know, it’s okay to trust people and be nice!” she argued with rising impa-
rising in his throat. “I’m a Death Eater- tience. “It’s okay to care about other people-
“No, you’re not- “Granger-
“A shit one, I’ll admit,” he muttered in a low voice. “Shit enough that I managed “It’s okay to NOT turn into your father!” Hermione ranted, regretting her
to piss off Voldemort within a year, but a Death Eater nonetheless, Granger. And words a little when a dangerous expression stole his features.
you are a member of the Order- “I warned you,” he hissed lowly. “Never to mention my father-
“You were never really one of them,” she argued adamantly. “And you know it- “Draco-
“You fight for the Light,” he continued with an almost dejected tone. “And I am “You think spreading your legs for me gives you the fucking right to bring up
part of the Dark, and that’s how it is.” my family?” he sneered, bringing his face close to hers. “I’m telling you right now-
Hermione sighed and tried to place a hand against his back, but he shrugged “I just want you to realise that trusting people does not make you pathetic!” she
her away. “It’s not that simple, Draco,” she tried. protested, moving close enough that his hot breath tingled her forehead. “It doesn’t
“It is that simple,” he growled. “You can search for the anomalies all you like, make you weak or… or inferior-
Granger, but these are the facts. Most things are black and white.” “What do you want from me, Granger?” he asked with an exasperated look.
“Then why are there so many shades of grey?” she whispered, moving carefully “You want me to trust you?”
behind him and wrapping her arms around his abdomen. She rested her cheek “It would be a start-
against the taut muscles of his back and peppered dreamy kisses down his spine. “I “For fuck’s sake,” he muttered under his breath. “This argument is completely
like the colour grey.” irrelevant. You don’t trust me.”
He sealed his eyes and tried not to bend to her lulling lips and tempting words. Hermione released a weary breath and raised her fingertips to brush against
“You’re too stubborn, Granger.” his jaw. “I’d like to,” she told him quietly, relieved when the muscles in his face
“So are you- relaxed under her touch, but she was completely baffled when his lips twitched
“It’s all very well to pretend our…antics are normal in here, Granger,” he into a demi-smirk.
scowled. “But we won’t be in here forever- “I’ve been wondering when you would get all bitchy again,” he remarked, pull-
“We can cross that bridge when we come to it,” she offered in a quiet voice. ing his chin away from her soothing ministrations, as his features quickly turned
“It would be wise to end this now,” he told her stoically, and Hermione felt her sour again. “Look, Granger, I was under the impression that we had…agreed to just
chest constrict. “I will end up hurting you.” ignore Christmas-
“If you don’t care about my feelings, then why should that matter?” “Well, I changed my mind,” she said defiantly. “I want Christmas to feel like…
He flinched, and resigned himself to giving her another shred of his tattered like Christmas, and I refuse to let you bugger this up! We will-
dignity. “I never said I didn’t care for your feelings.” “I don’t see the point to all this!” he fired back, feeling his insides clench as he
Hermione felt the optimism warm her blood, but optimism is a dangerous thing. watched her temper flare. “It’s just a day-
“Then how do you feel for me?” she asked nervously, stroking absent shapes “That’s enough!” she shouted, slicing her hand through the air for finality. “We
across his stomach. He had started their repeated use of this question, and as she are done here-

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 Draco leaned in and captured her mouth with a swift and heated kiss; grab- of deluding people and giving birth to dangerous levels of optimism, but for the mo-
bing her face roughly and manoeuvring them towards the couch with stumbling ment she felt warm and the closest to…happy in months. And all because her should-
urgency. When the backs of her thighs smacked against the armrest, they sepa- be enemy was at her side. Her smile stretched as she recalled their night outside.
rated their lips, and he watched the embers dance in her half-lidded eyes for a Forgive me…
moment as her surprised, little breaths licked at his skin. Privately scolding him- The specifics weren’t necessary, nor were the reasons he had asked her for for-
self for getting too carried away, he put distance between them and fixed her with giveness, but Godric it had been a shock. An amazing shock. That had been her
an indifferent mask. Christmas present; a small sacrifice of his pride and ego for the sake of her clemency.
“Fine, Granger,” he mumbled. “Do what you want- He really had changed in the last three months.
“I just want a normal Christmas,” she whispered sadly, resting her hands against It was becoming more obvious now, the shrinking lies and prejudices that had
his chest and rubbing absent patters across his collarbone. “And I…I would like been scratched into skull, and he was starting to think for himself and make his
you to take part in it.” own judgements. All she could do was give him the facts and hope that he would
Draco frowned and closed his eyes. “Why?” eventually see sense, and acknowledge that blood purity was an irrelevant circum-
“Because I think you need it as much as I do.” stance, like hair colour or the shades of skin. It was a painfully slow process and it
was barely the beginning, but Dumbledore had clearly thought Draco’s soul was
★★★ worth saving, and now she understood why.
And she liked him…Godric help her, she really did.
In the week leading up to Christmas, the days and nights all seemed to seep “Do you often watch people sleep, Granger?” his gruff voice made her gasp, and
into each other, and the dawns and dusks became interchangeable figments of the his eyes slowly peeled open to fix her with an agitated look.
winter skies. Hogwarts drowned in the silent solitude of it all, playing host to the “I hate when you do that,” she mumbled with an embarrassed blush, frowning
dozen inhabitants that had remained in the ancient castle. The snow had fallen as he dragged his arm off her.
harder, and Hermione had wandered the glittering grounds by herself in the “Diddums,” he smirked, propping his head up with his hand and leaning over
empty hours, trying to find Luna, who had apparently stayed at the school, but her. “Fuck, it’s cold in here.”
was nowhere to be found. “Are those levels profanity necessary at this time in the morning?” she grimaced.
Hermione was roused awake by Draco’s usual attempts to leave the room before “Are your big words?” he fired back smugly. “And yes, I know what they mean,
the sunrays warmed her face, and it was only an hour later, when she glimpsed her but really, Granger. You could at least wait until midday before you smack me with
scribbled and crooked calendar, that she realised it was Christmas day. your internal thesaurus.”
She allowed herself a personal smile before she left her bed and shrugged on her “Well,” she grinned, encouraged by his unexpected casual manner. “I thought
dressing gown, heading straight to the sitting area. She gave Draco’s door a con- you of all people would be able to keep up.”
templative glance but decided against disturbing him just yet; she had no specific “That’s a backhanded compliment,” he said with subtle amusement. “Dare I ask
plans for him until much later. Things had been reasonably easy between them in why you’re up so early? Some weird Muggle tradition?”
the recent days; their argumentative natures had come back into play and some of “It’s almost eleven.”
the awkwardness had melted away as a result, although Draco was still adamantly “Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco scoffed, but when he spotted the clock, his brow
refusing to acknowledge anything close to a festive spirit. creased with surprise.
They bickered and rowed, as they had before, but he had refrained from using the His eyes shifted to the photograph next to it; the picture Potter had given her
word ‘Mudblood,’ and the passion of their squabbles usually led to an interesting hip- yesterday of her and those feckless morons she kept around. The three of them were
lock in her bed of dangerous secrets. She had tried to rationalise her growing feelings smiling and laughing about something he would never know, and both of her
for Draco, but reason seemed to abandon her whenever he was concerned. friends had a protective arm slung across her shoulders, as if to warn him that she
She moved to the Christmas tree and eyed the small selection of gifts; the ones was theirs and not his. The peculiar sense of calm that had settled between them
from Harry and Ron, three from Ginny, McGonagall and Neville, and a bulky en- this morning quickly dissipated, and when the photograph mocked him with an-
velope - no doubt filled with money - from her parents. From the Headmistress she other private chuckle between Granger and that ginger fuckwit, Draco felt his de-
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 into), a selection of wonderful and exotic fragrances from Ginny, and a box of de-
licious chocolates from Neville.
Harry had sent her a photograph of the three of them; a stunning picture that
had been taken last Christmas, with them surrounded by snow and looking com-
pletely immune to the cold spin of the world. Set in a charmed frame, with ivy and
holly that sparkled and moved, she adored it, and reminded herself to place it right
next to her bed.
She moved on to Ron’s, peeling away the hastily-wrapped paper and eyeing the
jewellery box with trepidation snaking up her spine. The locket was beautiful;
GREYS heart-shaped silver and flecked with yellow gem-stones that winked by the light. It
was striking and feminine and…just not her. She studied it with guilt rising in her
throat, when the familiar voice made her start.
“It’s from Weasley, isn’t it?” Draco questioned bitterly. “I had assumed that you
two were just friends-
“We are just friends,” she cut in quickly, rising to her feet.
His jealous eyes shifted to the offending object. “That necklace says otherwise-
“People give gifts at Christmas-
“So do lovers-
HERMIONE WAS STIRRED AWAKE BY THE HEAVY BREATHS TINGLING “Draco-
the sensitive skin between her shoulder-blades, and she blinked away the shadows “Look, Granger,” he growled, taking a step towards her. “I don’t share-
of what had felt like a pleasant dream. “This is ridiculous,” she scoffed, shouldering him out of the way and moving
She stared into space as her slumber-slow thoughts gathered together, and her towards the other side of the room. “I’m not listening to this-
gaze widened when she realised what the breaths against her skin meant. She care- “Where are you going?”
fully twisted her body around, and her eyes to fell to the sleeping Slytherin next to “For a shower!” she snapped over her shoulder, slamming the door behind her
her, following the line of his lazy hand, tossed across her waist. with a shrill smack.
He had stayed. He had stayed with her in bed until morning. Draco snarled into the empty room and clenched his fists until his palms burned
She smiled in spite of herself, and carefully grazed the tips of her fingers over and bled. What did she expect from him? He was hardly accustomed to their com-
his knuckles, catching sight of her bedside clock and noting that they had almost plex and unorthodox circumstances, and he was struggling to absorb it all; he had
slept in until eleven this Boxing Day morning. She couldn’t even remember the last been so certain that his interest in her would simmer after a couple of rounds on
time she had managed a lie-in with her previous bouts of insomnia taking their toll, the mattress, but almost every night, he returned to her bed.
and the fact that he was here gave her a forgotten feeling of peace. Her lack of experience was so oddly charming, and now she had finally reverted
She settled back down in the toasty sheets and admired his relaxed features; so back to feisty ways, he just couldn’t help himself. She was his first sexual partner
beautiful when he was lost to the dreams and oblivious to reality. It might have been with whom he just seemed to… click. Something about their biology or… Merlin
selfish and a bit irrational, but she almost allowed the darkness of the War to slip knew what, just worked, and it wasn’t just the sex. Her kisses, her touch… her very
to the back of her mind as she cherished this surreal moment. presence made him react and shiver inside, and he had no clue what that meant.
He shifted, gripping her hip a little tighter, and Hermione tried to steady her He heard the waterdrops pulse against the tiles and her flesh, and something
breathing. She didn’t want him to wake up; not just yet. Merlin knew if he would possessive ignited in his gut. Weasley had barely been an issue in their isolated
ever treat her to his presence in the morning again, and she wanted to remember dorm; merely an outside entity that was easily forgotten in here, but now a part of
how it felt to feel like this… like they were real… the Ginger Tumour - that ugly sodding locket - was in the room, and subsequently
And content… in Granger’s thoughts, and he despised that.
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but his feet carried him to the bathroom door. He discarded items of his clothing, Blame it on that sentimental rush that Christmas apparently inflicted on the un-
tossing his bed-vest and pyjama bottoms to the side as he mused that another tryst suspecting, or the acceptance that his attraction to her existed beyond the walls of her
with his witch under the shower was long overdue. dorm, or even that he wanted to repay her for reminding him how the wind felt, but
Just as he had before, he remained as quiet as possible, slipping in behind her he needed this one moment of clarity before they returned to the castle. She was the
and studying her with reluctant admiration. Opportunities to observe her unex- only aspect in his dark existence that was close to pure and good, and he wanted to
pected beauty were rare and short-lived, as her insecurities always made her shield savour her before he, or the realities of War, destroyed this dose of peace.
her body from his eyes. He inspected every inch of her; from her toffee-tinted curls, “I think I forgave you weeks ago,” she told him with a sad smile, leaning up to
to the wave of her hips, and the tips of her toes, but he had yet to discover a single snatch his lips and seal her promise. She felt tears slip past her lashes as she broke
flaw. If it weren’t for her blood, then… their kiss and rested her forehead against his, clenching her eyes shut to conceal the
“What are you doing, Draco?” she shattered his thoughts, turning her head to true level of her affection. “Merry Christmas, Draco.”
peek at him from under the water-gems tucked between her lashes. Just a Perfect Day.
“I also needed shower,” he lied casually, pressing his chest against her back and You made me forget myself.
rubbing the shadows of his fingers up her waist. I thought I was someone else.
She made a half-hearted attempt to brush away his hands. “I am still angry at you- Someone good.
“You are always angry at me-
“Have I ever given you the impression that I would just… you know…
“Fuck?” he provided with a slight shrug. “Shag-
“Have sex with,” she corrected with a blush. “Do I honestly strike you as the
kind of person who would have sex with just anyone? Or sleep with someone when
I was in a relationship with someone else?”
He clicked his jaw. “No,” he admitted tensely, attempting to dampen her cha-
grin with tactical strokes of his hands. “But you and the Weasel have a history-
“I have never quizzed you about your previous conquests-
“Pansy and Astoria,” he supplied blankly. “But your…relationship with Wea-
sley is different-
“That’s enough,” she sighed, slowly twisting to face him. “I am… I am sleeping
with you, and that is it. I would never even consider having another lover, and I
would hope that you would offer me the same level of respect, even if you weren’t
stuck in here.”
He said nothing, but lifted his hand to move aside some of the sodden strands
that clung to her forehead, and leaned down to place an almost chaste kiss on her
lips. It was soft and firm; the kind he had never dared to give her before, and even
though the first tastes of passion began to mingle between their mouths after a few
moments, Hermione knew it was different, and she felt her insides warm.
Draco could still feel that possessive whisper at the back of his skull; that need
to mark her in a way that Weasley hadn’t. He slowly dragged his kisses down the
column of her throat, and received a dulcet sigh as he dipped to her chest. When
he dropped to his knees and concentrated his hard pecks against her stomach,
he felt her tense, and his instincts that she had never had this done to her before
were confirmed.
“Draco,” she mumbled in a shaky voice. “I’ve never-

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 “If you would just get on the ice- “It’s alright,” he soothed in the steadiest voice he could manage. “You will like
“Please, Draco,” she tried, catching his eyes to let him know she was serious. this, Granger-
“For Merlin’s sake,” he sighed, making his way over to her and stretching out “But I-
his hand. “Come on then, Granger.” “Trust me, Hermione,” he said purposefully, locking their eyes for a lingering
“Don’t be a prick and push me or anything,” the witch warned, taking his of- moment. “I will not hurt you.”
fered hand and bracing herself as she settled her skate on the lake again. She wob- She predictably chewed her lip for some uncertain seconds, before she gave him
bled, and Draco instinctively provided his other hand for her balance as she hastily a nervous nod of assent, and leaned her back against the tiled wall in a futile effort
placed her other skate on the ice, feeling her nails through his multiple layers as she to relax. He carefully trailed his fingertips up her legs with relaxing attentions, be-
clung to him desperately. “I don’t like this.” fore he gently gave her knees a slight nudge apart. His breath teased her sensitive
“I can see that,” he smirked mockingly as she wavered on her unstable legs. “Get spot, and Hermione choked on a whimper as new and wonderful sensations shim-
a grip, Granger. It’s a piece of piss once you get going- mered behind her navel.
“Cocky prat- “Consider this my gift,” Draco mumbled, before he pressed his tongue against
“Just move your skates in diagonal lines,” he instructed, slowly gliding back- her and relished her moan.
wards and pulling her with him. “You’ll get the hang of it- It’ll be better than that tacky fucking locket.
“I swear, Draco,” she whispered, in a tone that was apparently meant to be
threatening. “If you let go of my hands- ★★★
“I won’t let go,” he assured her absently, catching her as she stumbled. “Bloody
hell, you really do have no coordination. Now I think of it, you were crap on a “I guess it’s time,” Hermione murmured.
broom too.” “What for?”
“Merlin forbid I have a handicap,” she replied, allowing him to essentially drag “To give you your present.”
her across the ice. “Everyone has a weakness.” Draco scowled, but had to fight the amused grin that threatened to betray him
Draco faltered at that comment but managed to keep them both steady as he when she almost fell off the couch.
mulled over her words. In the back of his brain, he had half-expected that her in- After their two-hour shower, they had moved to the sofa, tangled in a batch of
fluence over him would wither once he had escaped her isolated dorm, but watch- conjured sheets, and the day had been spent with lazy conversations, debates and a
ing her now; specks of snow trapped between the strands of her hair, a blossom- turkey-sandwich dinner in between amorous intermissions. Night had stolen the
blush warming her features, and trusting him like it was the easiest thing in the skies before he’d even realised it, and a quick glance at the clock in the kitchenette
world, she was just as alluring out here as she was in their room. told him it was almost quarter-to-eleven.
He’d expected to revert back to his old ways It had been far from the conventional Christmases with his family, but it had
To be swarmed by his previous opinions been…bloody decent actually, considering the circumstances. How could any self-
To hate her again, as he should. respecting male complain after a day dedicated to sex on the sofa?
But… He studied her as she clutched one of the sheets close to her chest, awkwardly
She had somehow become his weakness. moving towards the lone gift under the tree, which was wrapped in green paper and
“I think I’ve got it now,” Hermione said, her voice rich with concentration. “Let tried with a gold bow. He reluctantly pulled himself into a sitting position as she
go of one of my hands- placed the package in his lap and sat next to him with an expectant look on her face.
“Forgive me,” Draco blurted suddenly, halting them where they were and grasp- “I’d like to point out, again, that this is unnecessary,” he grumbled, pulling away
ing her upper arms. His breathing became laboured as he watched the shock swirl the ribbon.
in her Autumn-shaded eyes, and he resisted that ever-present urge to kiss her “Just open it,” she frowned, anxiously tapping her fingers against her ankle and
slightly parted lips as he waited for her response. “Forgive me,” he repeated, quieter checking the clock. “We don’t have much time.”
this time. He tore away the wrapping and slowly removed the item inside, his brow
For everything I have ever done, and everything I will inevitably do to hurt you creasing as he felt the soft fabric beneath his curious touch. It was a black coat,
in the future. not unlike one he’d had a couple of years ago; simple and yet evidently expensive

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with its quality and design. He cocked a sceptical eyebrow and lifted his eyes with “It’s colder than I though it would be,” Hermione commented next to him. “I’ll
the intention of asking why she had chosen this, but she cut him off before he cast a Warming Shield-
could even inhale. “Don’t,” he hushed her in a blank tone. “I had forgotten what the wind feels like.”
“It’s really only half of your present,” she mumbled apprehensively. “I…I man- She frowned at his comment and bobbed her head in understanding, keeping
aged to convince McGonagall to let you out of this room.” her Lumos low enough to guide their way and hopefully just be mistaken for a glim-
His eyes widened. “I don’t understand,” he said quietly. “I can…I can go?” mer of snow, should anyone glance out of one of the castle’s windows. They reached
“It’s just for tonight,” she told him quickly. “McGonagall has agreed to let you a small frozen inlet of water, and they paused underneath the fragile skeleton of a
leave here so long as I am with you, but we can’t leave the grounds and we only weeping willow to eye the reflections of stars freckled across the lake’s icy surface.
have between eleven and midnight, so it’s like the whole Cinderella thing.” “It’s funny,” Hermione muttered into the navy night. “I planned getting you here
“The what?” meticulously, but I never thought about what we could do once we were outside.”
“Never mind,” she shook her head. “Look, Draco, I need you to understand that this “Must you plan everything?” he questioned.
is a one-off hour for Christmas, and if you try to run away, I will have to stop you.” “Not everything. There are a couple of things that I’ve intended to do, but never
The silver-haired Slytherin could do little but nod absently as he considered the gotten round to.”
witch before him with complete bafflement. He remembered all his previous Christ- “Like what?”
mases and Birthdays, and they were all stocked with materialistic objects and empty She tilted her head and contemplated his question, her eyes landing on the fro-
promises that had been so predictable and anti-climatic. Nobody had ever taken the zen lake. “I always wanted to go ice skating.”
time or effort to consider something this…thoughtful; not even his parents. “You’ve never been ice skating?” he repeated, giving her a look of slight surprise.
He could honestly say that the thought of attempting a runner never crossed his “You seem like the type would enjoy that kind of thing.”
mind; he knew he had no place to go, and it wouldn’t only take a flick of her wand “I think I would,” she nodded. “Can you ice skate?”
to impede any escape attempt. “Of course.”
“I am… uncertain what to say,” he confessed warily, fingering his new coat and Hermione swallowed back the lump in her throat and lifted her chin. “Would
quite surprised that she had managed to guess his tastes accurately. you teach me?”
“I expected as much,” she nodded with a slight smile. “We should get ready,” “You’re joking, right?” he scoffed, but the taunt melted in his mouth when he
she suggested, gesturing to his coat. “Wrap up warm. It’s freezing outside.” noted her pleading look. His pebble-grey eyes studied her intently, and his lip
twitched before he rolled his eyes in surrender. “Fine,” he said, heading towards the
★★★ edge of the lake. “I suppose it could be amusing to watch you fall. What about all
the creatures in the lake though?”
Hermione had led them down the quieter sections of the castle with a dim Lu- “They get put into a hibernation state when it freezes like this,” she explained,
mos, but the halls were dead and abandoned, as McGonagall had assured her they following him, and reciting a quick transfiguration spell to turn their shoes into
would be. When they finally reached the door to the outside, Draco soaked up the skates. “Draco, are you…
view of the snow-silky landscape that glowed by the hue of the almost-full moon. She trailed off as he took to the ice with an effortless grace and skill that made
Light and delicate snowflakes kissed his cheeks from scattered clouds that were dis- her chest flutter for a reason she couldn’t comprehend. Feeling completely inade-
sected by moonbeams and a steady breeze. quate, she hesitantly placed one skate onto the ice and cringed at the odd and un-
The crispy crunch beneath his feet roused reminiscent notions that he would balanced feeling that stole her nerve.
have never normally appreciated, as he absently followed Granger further away “Draco,” she called, bringing her foot back to the land. “I’ve changed my mind-
from the ancient school, realising she was leading them towards the lake as they “Come on, Granger,” he goaded, easily coasting across the frozen surface.
meandered between leafless trees. The cold air whipped around them and harassed “What happened to all that Gryffindor courage bollocks?”
the exposed skin of their faces as they trudged through the snow-snared grass, “I don’t like it,” she told him. “I don’t like not being in control and-
oblivious to the pair of friendly eyes watching them. They walked side-by-side in “This was your idea,” he reminded her.
silence as Draco sucked in the cold and virgin air greedily, and enjoyed it tickling “Well, then can you help me?” she requested, gesturing that she wanted him to
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dented his expression as she climbed out of bed. “Everyone will be coming back alone this morning, and had decided she had a good few hours to continue her
soon, and we need to discus preparations- research before Draco emerged from his room later on.
“And how long will that take?” he questioned sharply, admittedly irritated that New Year’s Day assured that Hogwarts’ corridors were barren and silent, and
the Head Boy was ruining his chances of a morning quickie. “Fucking Corner- the afternoon was slowly pushing into the evening, which meant the remaining res-
“Don’t start,” she told him, shrugging on some clothes and casting a spell to idents were probably all in their respective rooms, so Hermione was a little sur-
make herself a bit more presentable. “It shouldn’t take long; maybe an hour or so. prised when she spotted a figure urgently rushing towards her.
Could you feed Crookshanks while I’m out please?” “Miss Granger, there you are,” McGonagall breathed with apparent relief. “I
“Wouldn’t it be more beneficial to society to just let him starve?” he mumbled, need to talk with you.”
flinching when she spun around to slap his arm. Dread bubbled in her stomach as she absorbed the older witch’s flustered be-
“Don’t be such a- haviour. “Is something wrong?”
“Fine,” he grumbled reluctantly, before his lips moulded into an knowing smirk. “I’m afraid there is,” the Headmistress admitted in a grave tone. “Let’s go to my
“Naturally, I’m going to ask a favour in return.” office, I can explain it to you there.”
Her mouth stretched of its own accord, and a playful blush coloured her cheeks. Hermione barely had a moment to protest before McGonagall turned on her
“Dare I ask what it will entail?” heel and began stalking back the way she’d come. “What is it, professor?” she ques-
“I’m sure I will think of something by the time you get back,” Draco shrugged, but tioned nervously, met only by silence as she tried to keep up. “Professor-
his eyes widened when Hermione suddenly leaned in to smother his mouth with a “I need to show you,” she called over her shoulder.
quick kiss. Studying her curiously and subtly licking his lips as she pulled away, he Hermione’s heart was rattling around her ribs by the time they reached the
slowly arched an eyebrow as she flashed him a perfect smile. “What was that for?” Head’s office, and she followed McGonagall inside with trembling legs and a thou-
“Does there need to be a reason?” she asked, twisting around and heading out sand questions. “Take a seat-
of the room. “I’ll be back in a bit.” “I’d rather stand,” Hermione declined, eyeing her teacher impatiently. “What’s
Staring at her retreating back with pensive eyes, the click of the door snapped going on? You’re frightening me.”
him back to the present, and he shook his head, raking his fingers through his hair. McGonagall offered her an apologetic glance before she reached for the news-
It had become so natural to be this way with her now; unguarded and comfortable paper on her desk and handed it to the younger witch. Hermione’s eyes scanned
in her presence, but the moment he was left to his own devices, he berated himself the Daily Prophet’s front page, willing her mind to stop racing so she could properly
for getting so close. make sense of the black, white and greys mingling together to create ominous
Too attached. words and shifting photographs. She skimmed over the article; the content barely
But there was little be could do about it now. His interest in her was embedded registering in her head before she felt her heart shrink and snap.
into his system and crawling in his veins, making his heart throb faster when she She raised her watering eyes to McGonagall and tried to find her broken voice.
was close enough to inhale. When once it had felt like an infection, it now felt like “All… all of them? Dead?”
brandy; warm and pleasant. “Yes,” the Headmistress nodded sullenly. “I’m sorry, Hermione, but I think it
And the War was the hangover. The headache, the sickness, the reality. may be time.”
The storm.

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The second Hermione stepped over her threshold, she knew something was wrong.
The air felt thick and humid, and she hesitated outside of her door when she
noticed all the Magical Portraits were peculiarly subdued or absent from their
frames. The quiet hum of distant sounds was vibrating along the corridors, too low
to discern but ominously consistent, and her feet began moving towards the source.

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 washing away the beautiful, white landscape that she loved, and making way for
bleak thunderstorms.
Godric curse her for being selfish and a little naïve, but she had shoved the War
to the back of her skull for the past few days to savour these moments with Draco.
She felt something deliriously close to contentment in his presence; taking every
excuse to touch him and memorise how his skin felt beneath her fingertips.
Whether it was searching for the blue specks in his smoky eyes, or studying the
softening of his face before he fell asleep, she relished all of him and remembered
how to smile.
TEARS Because she knew it was only temporary.
The calm between storms.

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It was his witch’s squirming that slowly stirred Draco from his sleep, and he
tightened the arm around her torso to keep her still. He had given up trying to
keep a distance from her in bed; his body always sought her warmth anyway, and
there was something instinctively pleasing about waking up in a tangle of limbs
HERMIONE READ THE DAMNING PARAGRAPHS AGAIN, BLINKING and body heat.
away the tears that blurred the words and burned her eyes. She focussed on one of He could feel her hair tickling the tip of his nose and he pressed his face closer,
the photographs, recognising the Finch-Fletchleys, Justin’s parents, from when but hesitated when he realised that something was off. Her normally silky curls felt
she’d seen them at King’s Cross a few years ago. coarse against his cheek, and when he slowly peeled open one eye, he was con-
She lifted her chin and gave McGonagall a pleading look. “Is Justin- fronted by rusty fur instead of the chestnut mane he’d become accustomed to.
“He’s alive,” the Headmistress explained quickly. “He was visiting his Grand- “What the…” he mumbled, rearing back to eye his lover’s cat with distaste. He
parents when it happened.” wrinkled his nose when the pet had the audacity to creep even closer to him, and
“Poor Justin,” she whispered sadly, swallowing back a sob. “He must b-be devastated.” he reached over to prod Hermione’s arm. “Granger. Granger wake the hell up.”
Her misty eyes moved to the other three photographs; each featuring a married Groaning into her pillow, the sleepy brunette twisted around to face him and
Muggle couple with beaming smiles to serve as a reminder of how they once were. squinted against the first rays of morning. “What’s wrong with you?”
The eight adults had been murdered in the week between Christmas and New Year’s “Your vile cat is pawing at me,” he growled. “Get him off me.”
Day, all showing signs of torture before the Killing Curse had been used to silence “Don’t call him vile,” she said, stifling a chuckle when she realised Crookshanks
their screams. She wasn’t familiar with the names, but she knew their stories well. was indeed trying to gain some affection from Draco. “He just likes you.”
“They’re all parents of Muggle-borns, aren’t they?” she questioned sadly, al- “Well, I don’t like him,” he grumbled, picking up the cat and dumping him into
ready knowing the answer. Hermione’s lap. “Scruffy, bloody thing-
“Yes,” McGonagall nodded, and Hermione could never recall seeing the other “Oh hush,” Hermione tried not to laugh. “He doesn’t like many people, so you
witch so shaken. “The Creevey residence was also broken into, but they were fortu- should be flattered-
nately out of the country.” “Yes, I’m bloody ecstatic,” he drawled, rolling his eyes. “It hardly helps his case
Hermione’s eyes fell to the final two pictures; two boys, no older than fifteen, when he wakes me up on a Sunday morning.”
who had attended the wizarding school, Bryn Glas, in Wales. A tear slipped down “It’s Sunday?” she frowned, glancing at her Charmed calendar and then her
her cheek as she studied their youthful faces and felt the sorrow overpower her clock. “Damn, I need to meet McGonagall in a bit.”
chest. Tortured and killed, just like their parents. He arched an eyebrow. “What for?”
“They’re so young,” she mumbled. “Too young.” “Michael’s coming back today,” she explained, missing the flash of jealousy that

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 “I know,” McGonagall sighed, placing a comforting hand on her student’s back.
“The Death Eaters are becoming more active-
“Then we should be more active,” Hermione forced determination into her
voice. “We should be making plans-
“There is only one plan I wish to discuss with you at the moment,” she inter-
rupted, somewhat uncomfortably. “The plan that you mentioned to me when you
first came back to Hogwarts-
“You mean Obliviate-ing my parents and making them leave the country,” she
clarified with a deceptively even tone, brushing aside her tears with a trembling
STORM hand. “Yes, I remember.”
McGonagall grimaced. “Hermione-
“They always wanted to go to Australia,” she commented distantly. “I think they
would be safe there.”
“I know this isn’t easy on you,” the older witch frowned. “But I fear that things
are getting worse-
“I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this,” Hermione confessed dejectedly, surren-
dering to the batch of tears sliding past her lids. “I mean…I know that it is the most
sensible and safest option for everyone, but…it…it’s just hard-
DAYS AND HOURS RUSH BY WHEN THE COMPANY MAKES YOU SMILE “I know it is,” the Headmistress said gently, giving Hermione’s shoulder a sym-
for no reason. pathetic squeeze as she pulled her into a hug. “Perhaps it would be best if I did it-
Time becomes irrelevant. “No,” she argued firmly. “No, I should be the one to do it. They’re my parents.”
It was a good few days since Hermione’s outburst in the shower, and things had She hesitated and nibbled her lip. “My Mum and Dad.”
been easy and almost peaceful in the dorm; just sleepy mornings and smooth after- “Then I will do everything I can to help,” McGonagall promised, releasing the
noons basking in the calm. It was easy and effortless, with the minutes playing host younger witch and giving her apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Hermione, but it would
to sarcastic arguments, which were more for amusement than spite, and comforta- be wise to do this as soon as possible.”
ble silences, as though neither of them dared break the moment. Hermione gulped back the lump in her throat and forced some stability into her
In those silences, Draco often found his stare lingering on her charming fea- posture. “How soon?”
tures; absently counting the spatter of freckles across her nose, or secretly grinning “Tomorrow,” she said in a strained voice. “Early in the morning; before the sun
as she mumbled something incoherent to herself when she was engrossed in a book. rises. I thought about going tonight, but I think it’s best you have a bit of time to
He always caught himself before she noticed and scolded his behaviour, but his eyes prepare the Charm…and yourself. Are you certain are skilled enough with the
would always find their way back to her again, and learn the details of her face. Memory Charms?”
But the unanswered questions about her parents tingled the back of his throat. “Yes,” she nodded absently. “I’ll convince them to move to Australia, give them
She hadn’t mentioned them again, and he had refrained from broaching the subject fake names and…and make them forget me. I can do that. I can.”
in an effort to keep the relaxed atmosphere, but he needed to know. His instincts “Hermione, you know you can’t tell anyone where exactly you plan to send
warned him that it was something to do with the War, and after months of being them, unless it is absolutely necessary.”
stashed away in here and oblivious to the outside world, he was sick of being left in “I know.”
the dark. “Hermione,” the Headmistress breathed wearily, meeting the younger witch’s
Things were happening. Significant things. He could feel it scratching the pit of eyes. “If there was any other option to guarantee their safety and yours-
his stomach. “But there isn’t,” she finished. “It’s okay, professor. I knew what the risks were
Hermione could feel it too; the eerie static flickering in the air that smelled like when I mentioned the idea to you. I know what I’m doing.”
Dark Magic. The snow was beginning to get lighter, and the rain would come soon, McGonagall bowed her head in acceptance. “Very well,” she said. “If you come

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here just before six, it should still be dark enough to go unnoticed. I will Apparate us- And a scary thought had seeped into her skull.
“That’s fine,” Hermione mumbled, unsure what else she could say. “I should go- Harry and Ron. Her parents. All gone.
“Would you like to stay for a bit?” the aging witch offered, with concern drip- And her separation from Draco was ultimately inevitable, no matter how much
ping from her voice. “Perhaps some tea and biscuits would- she’d been ignoring that fact.
“Help?” she supplied doubtfully. “I don’t think so, Professor.” What would she do when…
“Well, then perhaps you’d like a bite to eat- “Do you want to read another book?” she rushed out frantically, summoning
“No, it’s fine,” the young brunette declined as she hastily turned to leave, feeling her wand into her hand.
suddenly claustrophobic in the Head’s office. “I should get an early night and look His sigh tickled her shoulder-blades. “Fine.”
over my books on Memory Charms- “Any preferences?”
“Hermione,” McGonagall called before she could reach the door. “It will be alright.” “Not another depressing play,” he remarked in a dry tone, secretly relieved for
She flinched at her professor’s assuring words and wondered why people were the distraction. “That Shakespeare bloke you’re so bloody fond of must have been
always so quick to offer flimsy promises in times of war. She was too much of a suicidal, or wanted his readers to be.”
logical person to remain optimistic in this case, and she knew the likelihood that “He wrote comedies too,” Hermione murmured, flicking her wand to Accio one
the Memory Charms could be reversed was fifty-fifty, and that wasn’t even consid- of her favourites. “I love this one.”
ering whether they would win the war, or if she would be able to find them. She felt his chin sink into her shoulder as she turned to the first page, adjusting the
The fact was; if she died in this war, her parents would neither know nor care, book against her knees so he would be able to read it comfortably. She’d selected A Mid-
because they wouldn’t know who she was. summer Night’s Dream; a book laced with magic, conflicts and forbidden romances.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Professor,” she murmured. “Goodnight.” And a happy ending.
Hermione rushed out of the room before McGonagall could futilely attempt Hermione closed her eyes.
to console her again, and her shaky legs moved into a desperate sprint to get back Because that can happen in fiction.
to her dorm. She dashed down the empty and shadow-silent corridors; hot tears
spilling from her eyes as she whipped around the corners and stuttered out her
password. Shutting the door behind her, she gave the space a quick scan to ensure
Draco was still in his bedroom, before she leaned back and willed herself to find
some composure.
She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands and dug her fingernails into her
scalp as she forced herself not to cry. She was so angry at herself; this had been all
her idea, and she should have been more emotionally prepared, but the dread was
laced around every one of her tense muscles, and the sorrow was wrapped painfully
around her heart.
Everyone she loved was slowly disappearing; Harry and Ron, and now her par-
ents. Who was next?
“Granger?” his voice startled her. “What the hell are you doing?”
She quickly straightened her back and attempted to discreetly rub away the
damp tracks on her cheeks before her blood-shot gaze sought him. He was just out-
side his bedroom, studying her with curious eyes that made her feel far too vulner-
able and completely revealed for him to read.
“Nothing,” she mumbled, clearing her throat when it sounded too scratchy.
“Nothing-
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Draco commented dryly, frowning when he noticed
the glittering remains of tears locked between her lashes. “Have you been crying?”

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blankets, leaving him bare and beautiful with only a towel to cover the tops of his “No,” she said quickly. Too quickly. She lowered her head and made for her
legs and his crotch. Ignoring Draco’s suspicious look, her eyes roamed him curi- room. “I have some things I need to do-
ously and glinted when she found a thick mark on his arm. “I think I know this “Hold on,” he argued, moving into her path. “You’re hiding something-
one,” she couldn’t help but smile, pointing to it. “Hippogriff?” “Move out of my way-
“Very fucking funny,” he drawled, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you done?” “No,” he refused sternly. “Don’t lie to me-
“No,” she quipped, moving to his chest and finding another. “This one?” “Draco, I swear,” she warned, but her voice cracked. “If you don’t move-
Draco clenched his jaw and met her eyes. “That one’s from the Curse Potter hit “Just tell me what’s wrong,” he persisted, grabbing her wrist and trying to see
me with last year.” her face. “Has someone hurt you?”
Cringing as the unavoidable tension drifted between them, she desperately “No, Draco,” she shook her head fiercely, trying pull away. “Just get off me-
searched for another scar to comment on, but the rest of him was apparently flaw- “Not until you tell me what’s wrong-
less. “Is that all of them?” “LET GO OF ME!” Hermione screamed, snatching back her hand with a surge
“You missed one,” he told her, lips lifting into a smirk as he pointed to a barely- of anger. “WHY DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME?”
there mark by his nose. “Ring any bells?” “What the FUCK is your problem?” he spat furiously. “I only asked-
Her eyes widened as she peered at the tiny blemish. “From when I punched “Well, don’t!” she retorted, slipping around him and scrambling for her room.
you?” she questioned, grinning when he nodded and eagerly abandoning the Sec- “I just want to be left alone-
tumsempra scar. “You know, I’m not apologising for that.” “FINE!” Draco yelled at her back, his barks fuelled by his sense of rejection. “IF
Draco snorted. “I never asked you to.” YOU WANT TO BE ALONE, YOU CAN FUCKING BE ALONE!”
“And I have one to match,” she smiled, showing him the faint graze on her Hermione slammed the bedroom door behind her to cut his shouts short, and
knuckles. “Should have known better than to punch your pointy face.” muttered a quick Silencing Charm to ensure she couldn’t hear him, and he couldn’t
A sarcastic retort almost shot her down, but he let it fizzle in his mouth when hear her. If she was going to succumb to another round of sobs, she didn’t want
he spotted the long, white mark on her shoulder. “Since we’re on the topic,” he said, him to know about it. She couldn’t deal with Draco right now; she needed all of her
gesturing to her flaw. “What’s that from?” attention on her parents, and she refused to let him muddle her tempestuous
“Last year,” Hermione said, tilting her head to give it a glance. “Ron accidentally thoughts when her Mum and Dad required every morsel of her racing mind.
shoved me off the couch and I caught the table.” Priorities. Priorities. Priorities.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Weasley is such a clumsy twat,” he muttered, but his eyes She drew in a shuddering breath to ease her shaking limbs before she grabbed
narrowed when he caught sight of the rather nasty scar on her ribs, just peeking her book on Memory Spells and hunched over her desk. She’d read the text count-
above her towel. “How the hell did you get that one?” less times and the sentences were so familiar, but for the next six hours she concen-
“Department of Mysteries,” she frowned, adjusting the towel to hide it com- trated on engraving them into her skull and practicing the angles of her wand. Her-
pletely. “Dolohov got me with some Curse. Quite a bad one.” mione did everything she could to remain composed and focussed, but every now
The uncomfortable silence returned. and then, a tell-tale tear would kiss a page and betray her torment.
Draco momentarily wondered how he’d missed the flaws to her sun-kissed skin, When her lids began to flutter around midnight, she decided that it was wise to
but maybe he’d just never really seen her before, or taken the time to look. That odd at least try and steal a few hours’ sleep if she wanted to be alert and capable for the
flicker in his gut was back with a vengeance; practically permanent now, and he still heart-numbing task in the morning. Her movements were sluggish as she un-
had no idea how to broach it, but he tried not give it any heed as Hermione slowly dressed and crawled under her covers, mentally reciting the passages from the book
eased herself back into her previous position, leaning against him. and trying to ignore the fact that her parents would forget her before breakfast.
And he knew her; flaws and all, and it only seemed to encourage the inappro- Her mind slipped to the argument with Draco, almost accidentally, and she
priate stirrings in his stomach. wished that she’d handled it differently.
She had scarred him. She could have done with his arms around her tonight.
And he didn’t mean the mark on his face.
Hermione’s mind was equally distracted, for she knew exactly how to identify ★★★
the erratic sensations in her gut. She just didn’t know what do about them.

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 Draco drummed his agitated fingernails against the desk. “Feel better now?” he asked with a cocky tone.
After Granger had left him in a frustrated state, he had stomped pointlessly He could practically hear her brain working as it dawned on her. “You were
around the dorm in an effort to blow off some steam, but he had found himself winding me up on purpose before,” she accused slowly. “Weren’t you?”
screaming at her locked door no less than five times without a response. He didn’t “Very shrewd of you, Granger,” he replied, his lips twitching with amusement.
know what annoyed him more; how she had behaved, or the fact that he had no “Yes, I was.”
idea why she’d screamed at him to leave her alone, before she’d isolated herself in “Dare I ask why?”
her room. “Because you needed to vent,” he provided with a blasé shrug. “Despite what
He hated not having his wand. you Gryffindors preach, sometimes anger is the answer.”
Just a quick spell and he could have barged in there to demand what had affected Hermione tossed his statement around in her head and dampened her lips.
her so much, and he would be lying to himself if he didn’t realise there was a certain “And you thought riling me up when you don’t have a wand was a good idea?”
degree of protectiveness that needed to know the reason for her tears. The concept Draco snorted. “I’m pretty confident you won’t be firing anymore hexes my
of someone hurting her, be it physically or emotionally, made his head throb and way, Granger,” he said. “I’m sure you like all of me in working order-
his blood curdle. He had no idea when this new and intense regard for her welfare “You may have pushed me too far if you’d carried on,” she warned, but it was
had settled into his system, mingling with all the other notions that shouldn’t have half-hearted. “You were being a right tosser-
been there, but it was driving him insane. “But it worked,” he reminded her smoothly. “So now we’re past all the ‘I’m fine’
He just wanted to know what, or who, had upset her; needed to know. crap, we can move on-
His storm-grey eyes studied his empty bed bitterly. “Godric, you are such a conniving git,” she mumbled with an edge or irritation.
He’d spent less and less nights in his room, and when he did it was a voluntary “I suppose the sex was a nice little perk to your plan?”
decision on the days when he remembered that he shouldn’t be interested in his “I didn’t know you were going to pounce on me,” Draco told her, his voice
Muggle-born lover. Those protests in his head and pride had been getting quieter rich with mirth. “I assumed you would simply shout for a while and possibly give
recently, and the thought of sleeping alone in here made him feel cold and uneasy. me a few slaps.” His chuckle vibrated down her spine. “But it was certainly a de-
He rested his brow against his knuckles and released a heavy breath. cent surprise.”
He had a feeling the nightmares would return to haunt him tonight. Her brow creased with thought. “You really didn’t plan that?”
“I planned to piss you off,” he explained with another shrug. “I didn’t know
★★★ exactly what you would do. But like I said; you needed to vent.”
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but quickly snapped it shut before a word
The morning sky was that dark shade of winter-indigo when McGonagall Ap- could escape. The temptation to point out that he had done something dangerously
parated them to her street. Hermione could hear the distant hum of the Milkman’s close to unselfish made her tongue tingle, so she clamped it between her teeth. With
van, but that was the only sign that life was beginning to stir, and the pavements the shower-steam still ghosting across their skin and the atmosphere relaxed, she
were completely empty except for a light frosting of snow and a couple of wander- didn’t dare risk a comment that would make him defensive and shatter the calm. And
ing cats. She eyed her house and frowned at the dim light coming from the living she felt… normal again; still inevitably upset about her parents, but better.
room; she knew her parents were early risers, but she had hoped she could do it He had made her feel better.
while they were sleeping. He had thought about her.
“Are you certain you don’t want me to do this for you?” the Headmistress ques- The silence was stretching as her eyes fell to his leg, and she leaned forward to
tioned next to her. finger the scar she’d never noticed before. “How did you get this?”
“I’m sure,” she nodded tiredly. “When I fell off my broom in the Quidditch match,” he replied after a pause.
McGonagall sighed and gave Hermione’s shoulder a reassuring pat. “Very well,” “Second Year.”
she said. “I will be waiting here for you when you’re finished. If you need any help She hummed as the memory stained her brain. “And this one?” she asked, mov-
or you change your mind- ing her inquisitive fingers to his other leg, just below his knee.
“I’ll be fine,” Hermione replied stiffly, taking a few steps forward. “I won’t be long.” “Same as the other one.”
She inhaled a lungful of the crisp air, before she Apparated into her bedroom Finding herself intrigued, she carefully shifted to face him and peeled away the

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and they spilled into his ears and pushed him just that little bit closer to the edge. with a loud snap. Everything was as she’d left it; her bed made and her shelves bare,
But that was okay. save the few trinkets she hadn’t taken to Hogwarts. She licked her lips and studied
That was okay because he could feel the muscles in her legs beginning to tense the fragile posters that had been stuck to her walls since she was thirteen, and the
and clench with spasmodic jolts, and her lusty mewls were climbing to a higher pitch. stubborn stain on her carpet from when she had dropped her orange juice after
There it is… discovering she was a witch. The room was rich with memories and the murmurs
Nothing felt closer to bliss than those twitching ripples that marked the begin- of her past, but the painful swell of emotion in her chest was interrupted by some-
ning of the end. The climax. The everything and anything. Like bold feathers glid- thing nuzzling up against her calves.
ing over steel. He couldn’t help but tip his head back to witness her raptured fea- “Crooks,” she whispered affectionately, kneeling down to gather her beloved pet
tures; eyes sealed, slack-jawed and her whole body rigid as she let it course through in her arms. “I missed you, boy.” Her rusty-coloured cat rubbed his face against her
her veins, blood, bones. Anywhere it could reach. cheek and purred appreciatively as she held him close.
Tucking his hand between them, his fingers sought to massage her swollen flesh “You’re going to live with me again,” she told him quietly, frowning when she
again, just to make her sex-static last for those few extra moments. He let her absorb heard the movements of her parents downstairs. “But I need to do something first,
every millisecond of the madness, waiting until her internal flexes ceased before he so you have to be a good boy and stay quiet for me, okay? Can you wait by the front
stole two more thrusts and found his own release. door for me, Crooks?”
He smothered his choked groan into another kiss as he let go; his vision blurring Releasing Crookshanks, Hermione watched him skip away from her before she gave
at the edges, and the tension behind his navel bursting. Let her have him. His climax her room another thoughtful scan and resigned herself to the task at hand. She cast a
was short-lived; he’d worked solely around her needs and wants, and subsequently quick charm to silence her footsteps and slowly made her way down the stairs; absently
rushed his own desire, but he really didn’t care. It had been for her. running her fingers across the family portraits that were hung in the hallways.
Her. Her. Her. The familiar sound of the television floated towards her, and she turned into
But the exhaustion swept over Draco anyway, and he surged all his strength into her sitting room to find her parents sat on the couch, their backs to her as they
his arms to keep his lover steady as his knees crumbled and caved. They slid down sipped their morning teas and watched the news. The smell of burned toast filled
the tiles and landed in a graceless mess of weak limbs at the base of the shower; fore- her nostrils, reminding her of how endearingly clumsy her Dad could be, and how
heads touching and panting so hard their lungs ached and threatened to rupture. her Mum would eat it anyway because she loved him too much to complain.
Hermione was completely limp against him as he used the remainder of his Hermione hesitated in the doorway as the agony threatened to overwhelm her,
strength to gather her close and lace his fingers into her tangled curls. Trembling. but she shoved it aside, knowing her mind needed to be clear in order to do this.
Shivering. Relishing. The shower droplets sprinkled their flushed bodies, slowly She wanted to do it now, before they realised she was there and she had to deal with
bringing back normal sensations and urging their senses to function again. the heartbreak of meeting their confused eyes. Catching a whimper in her wind-
Let it subside. pipe, she raised her wand with a trembling hand and mentally prepared herself for
Let them linger. the magic she was about to perform.
“I…,” Hermione struggled to speak through her heavy breaths. “I think I got a “I love you both so much,” she breathed, but her voice was drowned out by the
bit…carried away,” she finished, and Draco could picture the blush crawling into television. A lone tear crawled down her cheek as she sealed her eyes and concen-
her cheeks. “I’m sor- trated on the spell with everything she had. “Obliviate.”
“Don’t you dare fucking apologise, Granger,” he grunted. She reluctantly peeled back her lids to watch her faces disappear from the pho-
tographs, and she would swear to Godric she could feel herself being erased from
★★★ her parents’ minds. Knowing she barely had minutes before their brains caught up
with all the new and false information, she took a step towards them and kept her
Merlin knew how he managed it, but he’d carried them back into her bedroom arms rigid at her sides. The temptation to reach out and just give them a parting
and settled them at her window-seat, covered in a clumsy collage of damp blankets hug was devastating, and it took every sliver of her control to refrain.
and towels as she rested her back against his chest and sat between his legs. He Instead, she lifted her fingers to her lips and blew them a kiss. “I promise I will
couldn’t help but indulge in a private smirk as a sated sigh left her and shattered find you when this is over,” she exhaled behind them, before she bowed her head
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 That was it. they were pushing perfectly against the enigmatic spot beneath her stomach, and
No family. No Harry and Ron. War. coaxing smouldering sensations to flutter in her system.
She stole a second to mourn her childhood and the family who didn’t know But it wasn’t enough.
she existed. “More,” she whispered between clashing lips, hoping he would understand
Crookshanks was waiting loyally by the door, his head tilted to the side with her meaning.
something that resembled worry. Scooping him back into her hold, she clung to Draco immediately withdrew his hand and grabbed her thighs, hitching them
him for dear life as she gave her home a final grieving glance, before she left it be- up and snaking them around his torso. He didn’t trust himself to slip between her
hind. Her lungs ached with suppressed sobs as she spotted McGonagall, and she folds. Not yet. He needed to keep his head. He was so hard that the muscle under
straightened her back in an effort to look strong. his strained skin throbbed with pain. She’d never been like this; uninhibited and
“That didn’t take long,” the professor commented, extending her arm to give her nerves completely discarded as she let the passion and her need to forget over-
the cat a quick pat. “How did it go?” take her, and it was so fucking arousing. But he needed to keep his head. It was
“Fine,” Hermione answered vaguely. “It went as expected.” about her.
“How are you feeling?” Her. Her. Her.
“I’m fine,” she lied, lifting her chin to enhance her façade. “We should go back She was breaking the kiss again.
before someone sees us.” “Draco,” she hummed, like his pulse. “Please…
Catching her bottom lip between his teeth to stifle his groan, he hoisted her a
★★★ little higher so he could grab his length, and the moment he’d pressed himself at
her slit, she clamped her legs tighter and engulfed him. Draco sucked in a shallow
Hermione made her excuses and rushed to her room, desperately desiring soli- breath at her unexpected and brazen movement, but this was what she needed; to
tude and an escape from the sympathetic gaze that McGonagall had fixed her with let the instincts ride her and abandon thought.
since she had altered her parents’ memories. She’d intended to lock herself away in Abandon reason.
her room and scream until she felt normal, but her legs crumbled beneath her the Abandon everything but the flesh and the ache.
moment she entered her dorm. She was tugging at his arms, neck, face; anything she could reach to pull him
Crookshanks tumbled out of her hold as she sank to the floor, and she just didn’t into her. To melt them together. Her legs were like a possessive vice around him;
have it in her to even try and get up. She embraced her legs against her chest and locking him in her slick warmth, so tight that Draco shuddered. Blind lust. Raw.
dropped her forehead against her knees as she surrendered to the inevitable, and The most honest kind. He bucked into her, guided by the own desperate sways of
allowed the broken cries to tear through her throat. Her faithful pet nudged at her her body to invent a rhythm of obliging thrusts to the sounds of smacking skin and
with mews of concern for his distressed owner, but she didn’t notice; she simply the drumming shower. And is was fast.
wept into her jeans and pleaded for the crippling pain in her chest to ebb. Frantic.
That was how Draco found her; a fractured and shuddering mess that made him Frenzied.
freeze. His shrinking prejudices battled with his new-found feelings for her, but Feral.
when she released another cracked cry, his feet lead him to her side too quickly to Fucking friction. Everywhere. From their scraping teeth, to the thuds of hips, and
comprehend or dispute. He crouched next to her and warily studied his witch, the clawing hands; all wrapped up in humid steam and echoing whimpers. And Her-
hunting for any hint for her misery, but the only thing that seemed out of place was mione was alive, almost knocking him of his feet as she writhed and tried to find her
the distressed cat pawing at her feet. release. Find the fire. Hunt for it. A strangled sound tumbled out of her mouth when
“Are you hurt?” he mumbled doubtfully, but she didn’t give any indication that he pushed against the spot that burned her core and made her soul quake.
she was aware of his presence. “Granger, what’s wrong?” “There,” she sighed, parting their lips and lifting her chin. “Kiss my neck.”
Nothing. Not a flinch. Draco instantly buried his face into the sensitive curve by her shoulder and
He gathered every shred of patience he had and stroked aside some of her chaotic sucked her skin. He knew where his tongue teased her best; right under the line of
curls so he could see her face. Something about the tortured expression marring her fea- her jaw and beneath her earlobes, and her fingernails grazed up his spine to confirm
tures made his gut spasm, and it affected him in a way that was completely foreign to him. what he already knew. Her moans were louder now, no longer lost between lips,

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 “Then stop whining about it!” “Granger,” Draco tried again. “What is it?”
“You were a sulky prick when you first came here, so don’t be such a sodding Still nothing.
hypocrite!” she fired back. “I have every right to be upset! I am human!” Exhaling with frustration, his fingers subconsciously rubbed the nape of her
“Then why the fuck bother lying and say you’re fine?” he retorted sharply, neck in soothing circles. “Hermione,” he sighed. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
bringing his face close to hers. “Come on, Granger! Let it out! Why say you’re fine Finally, he saw something; just a subtle flicker in her broken-hearted gaze that
when you’re clearly not?” let him know she’d heard him. He found himself holding his breath as she turned
“BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO!” she screamed, her fea- her head a little to acknowledge him and struggled to calm her erratic whimpers.
tures creasing into a look of weary acceptance as her chest heaved between them. “My…my room,” she managed in a small voice.
“WHAT THE HELL CAN I DO, DRACO? I CAN’T DO A BLOODY THING!” “Alright,” Draco muttered, gently taking her arm and tossing it across his shoul-
There you go. Scream it out, Granger. ders before he rested one hand against her back, and the other under her knees. He
“AND IT FUCKING HURTS, DOESN’T IT?” he roared back, hating himself got to his feet and lifted her with him, holding her tight as he headed for her door.
when she clenched her eyes shut, but she needed this. He knew she did. He knew Every one of her shivers and moans vibrated against his chest as he carried her into
her. “YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT- the bedroom and placed her on the bed, seating himself on the edge as she curled
“Stop it!” up on her side with her back to him.
“YOU ARE HELPLESS- “I… I want to b-be alone,” she stuttered as Crookshanks hopped up on the bed
“STOP IT!” and settled at the foot.
“BUT THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO!” he shouted, so loud it scorched Draco pursed his lips. “Granger, I don’t think-
his windpipe. “ACCEPT IT, HERMIONE! THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN- “Please, Draco,” she groaned.
She slapped him. Hard. The raw desperation in her voice made him cringe, and he released a haggard
And in the next second she was grabbing his face and smashing her lips into his. breath of assent before he eased himself off her bed and made to leave. He lingered
Do what you need to do… in the doorframe for a moment, and glanced over his shoulder at the withering
She sucked, licked, tasted, gorged. witch, realising with a sense of dread that he’d never been so…aware of another
Draco felt her claw her fingernails against his scalp and grab desperate fistfuls person. Salazar, strike him down, but he couldn’t help it.
of his ice-blond hair to pull him even closer. As close as possible. He could taste her With a weary shake of his head, he shut her door behind him, and frowned as her
need behind her teeth and at the back of her mouth, and he knew he’d accomplished sobs leaked from her room, and followed him around for the remainder of the day.
what he’d intended. He matched her; tongue for tongue and bite for bite, as his
hands went wild over back, sides and waist. ★★★
All his.
But he willed himself to remain poised. This was about her. What she needed. It was broaching three in the morning when Draco decided he’d had enough.
And for a moment, that terrified him. After a day of dragging and testing hours, he had considered every possible expla-
Her throaty moan glided over his tongue and brought him straight back to the nation for her grief until his head had hurt and his tolerance had simmered.
now. Her. Twisting them together, he slammed her up against the tiles with a wet slap He knew he needed to be tactical and delicate with his approach if he wanted to
and dipped his hand between them to cup the heat between her thighs. Entering her discover the reason for Granger’s behaviour, and in an odd moment of considera-
with two fingers, as deep as he could, and thumbing her sex-bud with a practiced tion, he made her a cup of tea. It took a few attempts before he was satisfied, and
pressure that he knew made her tremble, he swallowed her sigh and kissed her hard. with the steaming mug in his hand, he pushed open her door, and an unsettling
Hard enough split lips and coax blood. Her blood, his blood. It all tasted the same. sensation scratched down his spine when he saw her on the bed.
“Take what you need from me,” he murmured, his husky tone rumbling be- Hermione had pulled her body up into a sitting position and cocooned herself
tween the heavy breaths and thrumming lips. in one of her thick blankets. Her lips were trembling and bruised, no doubt from
Keening and stabbing her nails into his shoulders, Hermione rocked her hips her incessant chewing habit when she was anxious, and her posture was slumped
into his touch, encouraged by his words and too consumed to resist. Godric, she with defeat, but it was the look in her eyes that made Draco’s questionable soul
loved his hands and fingers - in her hair, on her skin, inside of her - and right now falter. Her cries had stopped but her cheeks were glossed with hours-old tears, and

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the look in her distant gaze was haunting; beautifully broken and reminiscent of a hands before he reached for her jeans and knickers and yanked them down her legs.
corpse’s empty stare. Steeling himself, he neared her with purpose, placing her tea Hermione sucked in a hefty gulp of air and attempted to back away, but his
on the bedside table and sinking into the mattress opposite her, but she looked right hand was already fixed around her wrist. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
through him. “I haven’t got all fucking day,” he hissed coldly, spinning her around to remove
“Come on, Granger,” he started, his tone more clipped than he’d intended. her bra before she could protest.
“Snap out of it. You have more strength than this.” He battled the temptation to admire her nudity and give into the instinctive
Hermione didn’t blink. twinge in his groin as she stood before him; infinitely alluring to him since the first
“What’s happened?” he tried a different approach. “Is it…Is it Potter and Weasley?” night he had bedded her. Every inch of her honey skin belonged to him, whether
Simply silence, and that same glassy gaze of nothing. she liked it or not, but he needed to carry this out and finish what he’d started.
“Fucking hell, Hermione,” he hissed, grabbing her face and forcing her to look Feigning indifference, which was testing when his body yearned to react to her, he
at him. “Stop this. Tell me what the hell has happened.” tugged on her wrist and guided them to the shower.
Her lids fell shut and Draco clenched his jaw with growing agitation. Touching “Get in,” he told her, rolling his eyes when she predictably hesitated. “Fucking
their foreheads together, his thumbs soothed away the damp evidence of her mourn- fine. We’ll do this the hard way then.”
ing hours, and he allowed the pride-killing truth to stumble out of his mouth. She yelped in surprise when he picked her up, and he gritted his teeth in an
“Come back to me, Granger,” he bade in a barely-there voice. “I…,” Salazar, effort to ignore her bare and squirming body as he stepped into the shower and
forgive me. “I need you.” positioned them under the scolding rain of whispering waterdrops. The sweet
A drugging rush of relief swept through him when she snapped open her eyes and steam wrapped around them like a veil, and Draco silently willed her to forget the
looked at him; not through him. Her tear-heavy lashes fluttered as she licked her lips, outside world in this misty cocoon.
and he didn’t dare speak for fear that she would return to her catatonic state. Reality was an obstacle.
“My Mum and Dad don’t know who I am,” she murmured finally, and his brow Always getting their fucking way and screwing with their secret sanctuary away
creased with confusion. “Muggles were…were being murdered, and I had to make from it all.
sure they’d be safe… Away from the War.
Draco didn’t say a word, because he had no idea what he could possibly say. He From his past.
had questions, but his instincts warned him to wait until she had crested some peace From everything.
of mind before he had any hope of dragging the specifics out of her. He shifted And he came to acknowledge that he had settled into their sanctuary, despite
awkwardly on the bed; comforting people was hardly his forte at the best of times, every attempt at resistance. Reality was simply a muffled memory in here. With her.
and he reasoned that perhaps his actions would do more to alleviate her pain than What the hell would he do when…
his uncertain words. He felt her hands pushing against his chest.
Pressing his face a little harder into hers so their noses touched, he tugged her “What are you playing at?” Hermione questioned hotly. “Let me out of here-
into his lap, perhaps a little too roughly, and tangled his limbs around her. His witch “No,” he refused, keeping her in place under the water. “This is what you need-
clutched at his arms and chest, like she was trying to melt into him or share his “Don’t tell me what I need to do,” Hermione argued in a low voice. “Don’t you
warmth. Leaning forward, Draco plucked the cup of tea from the table and shoved dare tell me how I should be dealing with this-
it into her hand. “So, what?” he goaded. “You’re just going to sit in your room and mope all day?”
“Drink this,” he told her. “You haven’t had anything today.” He watched her “I was not moping!” she protested loudly. “Shut your mouth, Draco!”
intently as she brought the drink to her lips to take tentative sip, and she hummed “Well, stop being so fucking pathetic!” he carried on relentlessly, invading her
in thought before giving him a confused look. “What?” he questioned. space and looming over her. She really had no idea how idea how beautiful she was
“You make nice tea,” Hermione mumbled thoughtfully, and she felt his scoff of to him then; her cocoa curls streaked across her face and shoulders like rivulets of
irony-laced amusement ruffle her hair. coffee, but he baited her regardless. “Crying about it like some shitty little
“I’ll take you’re word for it,” he said, loosening his arms around her. “Granger, I- Hufflepuff is hardly going to make things all rosy again!”
“Do you know what the worst thing is?” she interrupted him, her voice a mixture “I know that!” she spat, giving him a futile shove back. “Don’t you think I
of distress and resentment now. “I never… I never thought it was in me to truly hate know that?”

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 “So, we’re going to have a shower,” he stated sternly, rising to stand and scowl- someone; I mean really hate someone… to the point that I wish they were dead.”
ing at the uncertain look she gave him. “Come on. Get up.” Draco cringed at her cracked tone but decided it was best to let her speak and
“Draco,” she sighed wearily, bowing her head. “I don’t think I’m in the right empty her burdened mind. His fingers toyed with the tips cocoa-tinted curls as he
frame of mind for- listened to her empty her soul for him with a sobering level of trust.
“I never mentioned shagging you,” he interjected with a scowl as he neared her. “V-Voldemort has ripped apart so many lives and childhoods,” she continued,
“Now come on- lifting her chin and meeting his eyes. “Harry’s, Neville’s,” she listed, reaching for
“Draco, I just want to stay here- his hand and grasping it tight. “Even yours.”
“Tough shit,” he snapped, snatching her arm and yanking her to her feet. “Don’t Draco exhaled and eyed their entwined fingers with an odd sensation tickling
make me drag you- his stomach. “Granger-
“Draco, let go,” she groaned, struggling against him. “You’re hurting me.” “I hate him,” she spat angrily, as fresh tears fell from her hazels. “I really hate him-
The determined blond flinched but kept his grip firm at her elbow as he pulled “Granger, breathe,” he instructed steadily, a little relieved to hear the fire back
her with him, adamantly refusing to acknowledge her protests no matter how much in her voice. “Drink some more tea-
her pleading tone harassed his ears. He knew he was being rough but he forced “Thank you,” she blurted suddenly, and Draco’s head jerked up in surprise. “For
himself to be indifferent, because it was necessary. Granger might not see it, but she listening to me. I… I feel a little better.”
needed this. Needed him. He gave her an uncomfortable nod and frowned as he watched a betraying tear
His scowl hardened as she dug her heels into the floor and clawed at his hand. splash against his knuckles. Listening to the synchronised thuds of their hearts, he
“Stop fighting me,” he warned over his shoulder, slinging his other arm around tilted his head to catch her lips with a brief but reassuring kiss. Evidently, her mel-
her abdomen to get a secure hold. Her flailing limbs were making it difficult. “Fuck- ancholy was far from over, but he knew she would chase it away in her own time,
ing hell, Granger- because she was too strong to be lost in a lamenting limbo.
“Just leave me be,” Hermione tried, frustrated tears threatening to slip past her “What do you want to do now?” he asked quietly.
lashes. “What difference will a sodding shower make anyway? It won’t- “I’m tired,” Hermione confessed, fidgeting in his arms and giving him that look
“Stop it,” he growled as he finally managed to get her out of the bedroom. “Trust when she was about to ask something she knew he wouldn’t like. “Will you stay
me when I say the inactivity will only do more damage- with me until I fall asleep?”
“I said I was fine!” she shouted. “Put me down!” He hesitated but slowly bowed his head with compliance before carefully
“No!” he yelled back, shoving her into the bathroom and slamming the door be- manoeuvring them under the covers, and allowing his lover to bury her face into
hind him. He gulped down the uneasy feeling wedged in his throat when he realised his chest and sniff away some stubborn tears into his jumper. As he tossed a lazy
she was crying again, but he remained firm with his intent. “Don’t you fucking dare arm across her waist, he realised they’d never done this before; simply slept together
try the door, because I’ll just drag you back in here until you get the message.” without the exhaustion of post-coital bliss lingering between them.
He tried not to be affected when she put distance between them and studied him If anyone ever asked him in the future, he would say that this was the point
with wary eyes. Did she really believe that he would hurt her? Scoffing and shaking when he acknowledged that his feelings for Granger had reached a potent, and ul-
his head to cover his offence, he stalked over to the shower and flicked it on, testing timately dangerous, level. So strong had they become, that he could honestly say
the heat against his fingers and keeping his eye on his dejected lover in the mirror. they had blinded him to her impure blood.
“This is ridiculous,” Hermione muttered behind her breath. “You are being He really didn’t care anymore.
ridiculous-
“Take your clothes off,” he instructed steadily, tugging his own top over his
head. “Or are you going to be an awkward bitch again?”
She stared at him with the sparks of defiance flickering in her eyes, before she
released a haggard breath and began to slowly tear her away her clothes. Draco kept
his unflinching glare on her as he pulled down his trousers and boxers in one swift
motion and then stalking up to her with heavy strides. He ripped her jumper out of
her grip and chucked it to the side with growing impatience, batting aside her

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 Hermione absently dragged her finger across the misty window and narrowed
her eyes when she realised what she was doing. She and her mother had left little
messages on the bathroom mirror when she’d been little; just little things like I love
you or Goodnight.
Her hand fell limp at her side as she read what she’d absently scribbled.
See you soon.
She shook her head when Draco’s blurred voice seeped into her ears and
snatched her back to reality. “What?”
“Have you even had any sleep?” he repeated in a blank tone.
SCARS “Oh,” she exhaled. “A little…I mean enough-
“Doesn’t look like it,” he said stiffly, tossing her blankets off him and sitting at
the edge of her bed. “You should get some more.”
“No, it’s fine,” she mumbled, and Draco hated how distant she sounded. “I
wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep now anyway-
“Don’t say you’re fine when you’re clearly not,” he scolded, perhaps too bluntly.
“It’s bloody irritating-
“But I am-
“Save it,” he grumbled. “Why you Gryffindors insist on covering everything up
AS DRACO WAS SLOWLY STIRRED AWAKE BY THE HUM OF FELINE with fucking fairies and sunshine is beyond me-
purrs, his brow creased with confusion when he realised that the space next to him “I’m not-
was empty, save the snoozing cat that was near his feet. “You feel disorientated, right?” he questioned sharply. “Like your mind is doing
Quickly ignoring the pet, he flattened his palm against the spot where Granger cartwheels, and you have no idea what to do with yourself.”
should have been and felt the traces of her warmth tingle his skin. Hesitating as his Hermione felt her mouth move with silent words. “I…how…
sleep-blurred brain caught up, he slowly twisted his body to find her sitting at the “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in a similar boat here, Granger, so I know
window; her silhouette set against the garish and gold light of the morning. Squint- it’s fucked up.”
ing as his eyes adjusted, and rising into a sitting position, he concentrated on her “A similar boat? What do you-
weary and strained expression, and frowned at her distracted gaze. “I’ve been missing since June,” he reminded her in a deadpan voice. “I’m sure
Still clad in yesterday’s clothes and her cheeks glossed with yesterday’s tears, she my parents think I’m dead; decomposing somewhere in a shallow grave dug by one
was clutching her legs tightly to her chest and resting her chin against her knees. of your lot.”
Her lips were dented from relentless chewing, her mouth bent in a mourning frown, She cringed. “Draco-
and her eyes were bag-crested and bloodshot. All she did was stare through the “It’s true,” he interrupted, regarding her with a detached expression. “What
window pane. other believable story could Snape have invented to account for my absence?”
So still. “I’m sorry,” she murmured sincerely. “I didn’t realise it had been so long for
Barely breathing. you, but perhaps Snape-
He absorbed every detail of her with calculating eyes, churning the information “Even if he said I was missing, I would be presumed dead after this long,” he
around in his head and trying to determine what he was supposed to do. Merlin reiterated, cocking his head when she grimaced. “Don’t give me that sympathetic
knew he didn’t have the slightest idea how to ease her distress, but the need to look, Granger. It’s not like I’m actually dead-
scratched under his skin anyway, and he didn’t even try to resist it. “But maybe-
He cocked an eyebrow when she parted her lips and breathed heavily against “I have accepted that, Granger,” he silenced her. “And you will accept your cir-
the glass, lifting a finger to draw a mindless pattern in the condensation. With a cumstances too, but you need to get over all that ‘I’m fine’ crap-
sigh of defeat, he called her name. “Draco-

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 Just a couple of strokes against her most sensitive flesh to ensure she was ready, When something that sounded eerily like a muffled scream harassed her ears, she
and he slowly slid her up his legs until her cherry-tipped breasts were against his quickened her steps and withdrew her wand.
chest. With a slight wriggle of her body, she swallowed his desire inside, arching By the time she could hear the shouting and panic clearly, Hermione realised
her back and adjusting herself to the unfamiliar but delicious angle. she was sprinting towards the Medical Wing, and the metallic tang of blood was
Draco sucked the air through his teeth as he melted into her warmth, and his drowning her senses, stinging her eyes and simmering on her tongue.
grip on her waist tightened as a twist of her of her hips made his gut pound with Bursting into the room, she skidded to a stop and gasped at the chaos surround-
lust. Moving her body to help build a rhythm, he rocked her slowly against him, his ing her; thirty or so people were crowded into the small space, and littered across
lips remaining securely fastened to any inch of skin he could taste. the scarce beds and floor, all writhing in pain. Her vision blurred as she tried to
Something between seconds and hours passed with the gradual build-up; gentle make sense of it all; her focus lingering on an elderly wizard with blood weeping
sways of bodies and languid brushes of lips. She was making those husky little from his temple, before shifting to a young witch, whose arm was contorted in an
moans that sounded too pure for his side of reality, but he inhaled them anyway. unnatural shape. And then to another person with a different injury. And then an-
Her head lolled forward until their brows touched, spilling her coffee-curls around other. Another…
them like a veil to muffle the rest of the world. Someone was calling her name…
Kisses match the flow of sex; slow but deep, and setting nerve-endings on fire. She looked up and locked eyes with McGonagall, and absently registered that
As the imminent bliss began to inflate beneath his stomach, Draco locked his arms the Headmistress, Madam Pomfrey, Professor Sprout and a couple of Mediwitches
around her torso so she was flush up him and took over the tempo, bucking into were tending to the victims as best they could, but there were so many…
her a little faster and harder. He knew from her tell-tale twitches and her elevated “Hermione!” McGonagall called again. “Go to the classroom next door! Horace
breaths that she was reaching the peak of her pleasure, and he broke their kiss, needs help-
grasping her face so he could witness the moment dance across her features. “Wh-what’s going on?” Hermione interrupted in between laboured breaths.
The parting of her lips. Her blinks of bewilderment. The dilating of her pupils. “What the-
Her choked whimper. “St Mungo’s was attacked!” she shouted over the racket. “I need you to help
“I want to remember you like this,” he mumbled, almost accidentally as the vi- Horace! Go! Quickly!”
brations of her release brought on his. Nodding dumbly and spinning on her heel, she raced to the adjacent room and
Forehead kissing forehead and harsh breaths clashing between them, Draco ab- found a similar disturbing scene; perhaps fifteen scattered victims strewn across the
sently stroked lazy patterns against her hairline as the orgasms simmered away to desks, chairs and floor, smeared with red stains and crying in agony. Professor Slug-
leave that playful tingle in their bones. Her hum of satisfaction ghosted across his horn and a Mediwitch were amongst the injured, frantically mumbling Healing
shoulder and her lids fell shut, but he didn’t let her head drop as some damning Charms and prying open mouths to feed them potions.
words tumbled out of his mouth. Hermione was momentarily frozen to the spot as her brain sucked it all in.
“One final question,” he rasped out, and her eyes reluctantly opened to meet There was just… so much blood…
his. “How long do we have left?” Puddles of it were peppered across the floorboards, dissected by footprints and
Hermione’s sated expression creased into a heartbroken frown, and she gulped handprints from people scrambling around and seeking help. Some of the victims
down the clot of sorrow in her windpipe. “Not long.” were choking on clots and coughing it up into their laps or cupped palms, mixed
with watery vomit and bile. Limbs were twisted and bent in revolting shapes, flesh
★★★ was sliced with deep gashes, and midnight-blue bruises were smacked across every
inch of skin she could see.
Time is subjective to the happiness of hearts. This was it.
Time is bitter and selfish; won’t slow down no matter how hard you beg. This was the reality of War.
Time breezes by when you stumble across something close to contentment. This was the storm.
They spent the next few days tangled in each other’s limbs, amongst the bed- Hermione sucked in a deep breath and rushed into action.
sheets or shower spray and tried to block out the world beyond the door, as young Her eyes darted around and did a quick assessment, trying to establish who re-

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quired immediate attention, before running over to a wizard on the floor with grue- one of her moan-come-gasps ticked the receptive skin of his shoulder and glided
some abdominal wounds, and who seemed to have trouble breathing. Sinking to down the bumps of his spine. His fingers stabbed into the denim-clad pinch just
her knees and dismissing the sick squelch as she landed in pool of blood that beneath her buttocks when she roughly tugged at the hem of his top and broke the
climbed up her jeans, she studied the sticky mess of his body warily and shut out kiss to rip it over his head.
everything else to concentrate on this battered stranger. Broken kisses taste better when they’re fixed.
Using her wand to peel away his clothing, she flinched as she registered just how She was doing that thing he secretly adored; softly scraping her nails across his
bad the damage was; splintered ribs protruding out of his torso and a wide slash chest and freckling barely-there pecks against the shell of his ear. Hastily tearing off
halving his stomach, but she gritted her teeth, ignoring her reflex to gag, and began her jumper, he grazed his teeth over the rise of her collarbone as he fiddled with the
reciting the appropriate Healing Charm. Glancing up, she found the middle-aged clasp of her bra.
man’s weak gaze fixed on her, and she absently used her free hand to give his face Both bare-chested and starting to glisten with pre-bliss sweat, an unvoiced
a soothing touch. agreement was shared between them as they stole some sacred minutes, just to rel-
“It will be okay,” she whispered to him reassuringly. “It will be okay.” ish all the details that teased the senses.
She wished she believed her own words. To kiss… touch… bite… sigh… savour...
To memorise.
★★★ But the trapped heat beneath her stomach made Hermione squirm, and she tore
herself away from him and got to her feet to step out of her jeans and underwear,
Draco scowled at the clock for the sixth time in forty minutes. while Draco swiftly eased out of his trousers and boxers. He could see the begin-
When Granger had failed to return after an hour, as she had promised, he had nings of her insecurities in her hazels as he openly stared at her, willing his brain to
gnashed his teeth and surrendered to jealous notions about Corner’s intentions. remember every inch of her body before her anxiety shattered the image.
But when the fifth hour had passed by and the day had slipped into the afternoon, Why couldn’t she understand that she was fucking beautiful?
he had started to feel uneasy. Granger’s cat had also been rather jittery, and while Perhaps because he’d never told her.
he hadn’t paid much attention to her boats about Crookshanks’ incredible intui- She made to settle next to him on the sofa, but his hand shot out and latched
tion, something niggled at the back of his brain and warned him to be on his guard. onto her wrist, slowly but firmly dragging her back to where she had been; thighs
Releasing a frustrated breath, he headed into Hermione’s bedroom to fetch a against thighs. He pushed away the brandy-tinted tresses hiding her face, and he
book and distract himself. Absentmindedly rummaging in her vast collection, he could see the uncertainty reluctantly etched into her charming features. They’d
accidentally caught a stack with his arm that sent several texts flying across the never done it like this before, her on top and needing to set the pace, and he lifted
floor, and a curse grumbled in his windpipe as he bent down to pick them up, but her chin so she would meet his encouraging look.
his eyes narrowed at one particular book. “You will like this,” he assured her, snatching her lower lip between his teeth.
It was tattered with time and the title was too distorted to read, but he could “Trust me.”
make out the letters H, C and X, and his brow creased with anxiety. Surely she Hermione’s eyes widened and her shoulders relaxed as a slow smile graced her
wasn’t reading about… nibble-swollen lips. “I do trust you,” she confessed quietly, gripping his shoulders
He reached for the book and frowned when a few sheets of parchment fell out, as one of his palms settled on her back, his fingers rousing pleasant shivers to trickle
decorated with hasty scribbles and signed ‘H&R.’ He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. down her spine.
Salazar forbid that Potter and Weasley learn something about the art of being cryp- His other hand traced an imaginary trail from the wave of her hip to the moist
tic, but he didn’t have time to mull over it, as a quick glance at the first page of the slit that he craved and dipped two fingers inside, catching her keening whine with
book told him what he’d suspected. his mouth. He only teased her for some stolen minutes, sprinkling tongue-heavy
Horcruxes. kisses against her chest and growing harder as her dulcet purrs tingled his ears. She
Apparently Potter and Weasley were searching for them. tried to reach for his erection, but he pushed away her eager hands; he wanted this
And he didn’t have a bloody clue how to feel about that. to last a while. He wanted to be consumed by the experience of the intimate link,
He despised Voldemort; that creature had put a price on his head for his failed instead of striving to reach the climax.
attempt at Dumbledore’s assassination, and had forced him to go into isolation. It He didn’t know why. He just did.

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ders droop with fatigue and defeat. Her cheeks were shimmering with hour-old had all made sense when he’d been so fixated on his pureblood ideals, and even
tears and her hair was wild from wind-play, but she was so raw and real like this, though he had accepted that Granger’s blood no longer bothered him, that was only
and it kicked him in the gut. Granger. He had no idea how he felt about the other Muggle-blooded hybrids.
“But I can do something about the goodbye,” Hermione said with a purposeful He might want Voldemort dead, but the idea of championing Potter’s side of
tone. “I will not fight with you anymore.” Muggle-huggers was far from desirable. And just where did his parents stand in all
He arched an eyebrow. “What are you- this? Surely they still couldn’t be supporting Voldemort when he’d threatened their
“I don’t know when we will have to leave,” she mumbled. “But I will not let our only son with death?
last days involve us at each other’s throats- He didn’t know how to feel about anything anymore. He. Did. Not. Know.
“We fight, Granger,” he stated with a stoic shrug. “It’s what we do- Tucking the letters into the book and placing it back where it had been, he shook
“I don’t mean the harmless stuff,” she said with frustration. “You know what I his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. Merlin, everything was so monumen-
mean, Draco; all the fights we’ve had recently, and I won’t do it any more. I refuse.” tally fucked up.
She paused, waiting for him to speak, but he simply regarded her with that fa-
miliar look of detachment that made her fists clench. ★★★
“I just…” she trailed off, her fingers finding their way back to his face. “I want
to remember you like this. Calm and…and not looking like you hate me.” Hermione sleeved away the sweat on her forehead.
Draco frowned but absently leaned into her touch. Of the fifty-one casualties and staff who had managed to escape St Mungo’s,
“So that’s it,” she spoke, dropping her hand back to her side. “I don’t know four had died, and it was doubtful several others would see tomorrow.
what’s going to happen to us. McGonagall said she might have found a place for Healing Charms drained the energy of the caster and transferred it to the sub-
you, but I don’t know anything else. I have given you all the answers I can, so I will ject’s body, so when the scant supplies of Dittany, Wound-cleaning Potion and
not argue about our circumstances anymore. I am tired of it- every other helpful concoction had been used just after she’d arrived, all they’d had
“Granger- was their wands. Hermione had taken two vials of Vitamix just to keep her stand-
“So if you can’t do that- ing, and had recited every Healing Spell she knew for six hours straight, refusing to
“Granger- finish until everyone had been seen to.
“Then I don’t want to speak to you- Hermione’s muscles were aching with exhaustion and her head was spinning with
“Granger,” he growled with impatience, snatching her hand and yanking her dizziness, but she refused to blink until this young girl’s femur had been fixed. Cring-
into his lap. “Take a fucking breath- ing at the sound of shards of bone clicking back into place, she glanced around to see
“I’m serious,” she told him, stiff and resilient in his arms. “I won’t do it.” who need her attention next, but everyone looked like they’d been seen to.
Draco’s expression slowly morphed into an amused smirk, and Hermione stud- There was some level of order now; chairs and desks had been transfigured into
ied him warily, subconsciously halting her breaths as he clicked his tongue. “Always beds, and the wounded had been wrapped in thick blankets; black if they’d been
so stubborn,” he remarked with a low and quiet rumble of his vocal chords. He assessed, and white if not.
licked his lips. “Fine, Granger. No more questions.” Aside from the young witch at her side now and the wizard that the Mediwitch
She couldn’t help the loud sigh of relief that left her lips and toyed with some of was healing, everyone was donned in black blankets, and Hermione was ready to
his blond hair. “Thank you,” she said, relaxing in his lap and brushing a delicate weep with relief. She knew it was far from over, and that the victims would require
kiss at the corner of his mouth. surveillance well into the night, but the worst of it was dealt with, and for that she
Draco tucked his hands between the backs of her knees and gathered her closer, was grateful. Waving her wand to change the young witch’s blanket black, she
adjusting her legs into a comfortable straddle as he pressed harder into the kiss. started when a comforting hand rested on her shoulder.
Something about Granger’s gentle but determined nips and licks always roused a “Good job, Miss Granger,” Professor Slughorn nodded tiredly. “That’s everyone
hungry and inescapable urge in his veins. Knotting his fingers into her rebellious now. Maybe you should take a breather-
locks, he held her head in place and sucked at her lips with something devastatingly “No,” Hermione refused. “There must be something else I can do to help.”
close to desperation. “The best thing they can do is rest,” he told her gently. “Unfortunately, I have
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 “I have some in my room,” she mumbled, getting to her feet. “I don’t know if I have voice in her head reminded her that this was purely her interpretation of the events.
much though. I’ll go and get it, and I’ll help you make some more when I get back- Just before Snape lifted his wand to murder the man she had admired so much,
“Perhaps you should have a nap while you’re in your room- she felt a breathy murmur tingle her ear, and her eyes snapped open. Spinning
“I’m fine,” she assured her Professor, turning to leave before he could argue. around with a sharp gasp to inflate her lungs, she frantically hunted for the source,
“I’ll be back in minute.” but she was alone.
After spending the morning in a room filled with the devastated and dying, Completely alone.
walking down the corridor felt surreal, and the air was fresh on her lungs. She And it petrified her.
sucked it in with greedy gulps and tried to comb her fingers through her hair, but Her surroundings seemed to vibrate with sinister shadows, and eerie whispers
they got stuck in the matted curls, and the sticky blood gathered under her nails. were buried in the dark. The space became suffocating, and her chest was suddenly
She absently noticed that her jeans and white jumper were spattered with it too, but heaving as the icy chill coiled around her limbs.
she didn’t care; it hardly seemed relevant under the circumstances. Breaking into a sprint, she ran to her dorm, leaving the spirits of the past to
Her steps were slow and weary as she neared her dorm, and as she raised a weak fizzle behind her in the Tower. The slaps of her racing footsteps echoed down the
and shaking hand to open her door, she silently prayed that she could get in and empty corridors and she dived into her room, skidding to a stop and shutting the
out before Draco noticed. While a part of her wanted nothing more than to crawl door behind her. Pivoting on her heels, her eyes softened when they landed on
into his lap and steal his warmth, he would have inevitable questions, and her mind Draco; snoozing on the sofa with Crookshanks resting in his lap. A sad smile pulled
was too laden with the day’s events to give him any solid answers. at her lips as his husky breaths drifted over to her, and that painful pulse of affection
Almost tumbling into the room when her balance wavered, she caught herself drummed in her chest.
and instantly met Draco’s wide and wild eyes; flickering with concern and confu- “Crooks,” she whispered, tip-toeing towards the couch. “Come down, boy.”
sion as they studied the state she was in. With a lazy stretch, her faithful pet obeyed and wandered into Draco’s room to
“Shit,” he breathed raggedly, jumping up from the couch and stalking towards give them the privacy she wanted. Reaching out with uninhibited fingers, Hermi-
her. “Fucking hell, Granger, you’re- one stroked his face. She had repeated these ministrations before, but had never
“I’m fine,” she interrupted, lifting her hand to stop him. “It’s not my blood- taken the times to feel how he was between the caverns of her fingerprints, and he
“You’re covered in it- felt like liquid Autumn; pleasantly cold and like the firm flesh of plums. Closing her
“I know,” she murmured, trying to move past him. “Draco, I need to- eyes, she engraved the sensation into her brain, noting his lips were the texture of
“Are you hurt?” he demanded, grabbing her elbows and keeping her steady. melting wax and the fine stubble on his jaw tingled like static.
“You look like hell- “What are you doing, Granger?”
“Draco, let go of me,” she said, struggling in his grip. “I need to get back and help- Her eyes snapped open just as Draco’s lids slowly peeled back to fix her with a
“Help who?” he asked. “What the hell happened?” suspicious glare. Her body went still for a moment, but with a single tug of her lip
Sighing in defeat, Hermione placed her palms against his chest and closed her with her teeth, she simply sighed and lifted her chin.
eyes. “St Mungo’s was attacked,” she told him in a deceptively even voice. “Some “I met a woman who lost someone she…” Loved. It was what she wanted to say,
people managed to escape in time, and they’re here- but her tongue hesitated. “Someone she cared about.”
“Attacked?” he repeated. “What does that mean?” Draco’s brow furrowed, but he remained silent.
“It means that this War has begun,” she frowned at him, pulling out of his grip “I know our…relationship is complicated,” Hermione continued, a little relieved
and putting some space between them. “It means that you are going to have to make when he didn’t scowl at the ‘r’ word. “And I never meant for any of this to happen-
some decisions.” He snorted. “You think I planned-
Draco’s brow lowered. “And what the fuck does that mean?” “Please, Draco,” she interrupted. “Just let me finish. I don’t think either of us
“Voldemort is getting more powerful, Draco,” she explained. “If Hogwarts is planned any of this.” She swallowed and caught his eyes. “But I don’t regret any-
next, then you are going to have to decide exactly which side you are on- thing. I care about you. And I don’t want us to be separated, but there’s nothing I
“That’s not fair, Granger, and you know it- can do about it.”
“Don’t you dare talk to me about fair!” she blurted hotly. “I just had to watch fifty Draco tensed his jaw, but some of his resolve simmered as he watched her shoul

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 people struggle to survive, so don’t you dare make yourself into some kind of victim!”
“Do you realise what you’re asking of me, Granger?” he fired back. “Just because
that psychopath wants me dead, it doesn’t mean I’m going to jump on Potter’s sod-
ding bandwagon-
“This War is bigger than your pathetic issues with Harry, Draco!” she shouted
with frustration. “We’re not children anymore! You need to start thinking for your-
self and stop tying to be your father-
“Don’t mention my father!” he warned loudly. “This is what my family do,
Granger! There’s nothing I can do about that-
HOURS “You could stand up for yourself!” Hermione argued tenaciously, bunching the
fabric of his top in her fists and meeting his eyes. “You might have Death Eaters in
your family, but you also have good in your family-
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Look at Sirius and Regulus!” she supplied quickly. “They both betrayed your
family to try and defeat Voldemort-
“And look what happened to them!” he spat coldly, tearing out of her grip on
his shirt. “They’re fucking dead!”
“There’s Andromeda too-
THE BITTER BREEZE THRASHED AROUND HER, LIKE IT WAS TRYING TO “What the hell do you want me to do, Granger?” he barked, tossing his arms in
sneak into her pores and freeze her blood. the air with agitation. “You would have me fight against my own family?”
Merlin knew why, but her feet had carried her to Astronomy Tower, and she “I would have you fight for what you believe in!”
would swear the residual energy of Snape’s Killing Curse was still clouding the air “I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS ANYMORE!” Draco roared, his breathing
up here. The atmosphere felt thicker and close, and a niggling itch had scratched at elevated as he eyed his lover coldly. “You screwed everything up!
her spine the moment she had arrived. Hermione shook her head. “I know you don’t think the way you used to any-
Leaning against the railing, her troubled stare searched the skies and tried to more,” she argued adamantly. “I know that you don’t-
look past the shadows of storm clouds to find the stars, but only Vega and Arcturus “Don’t tell me how I think-
were bright enough to wink back. “But it’s true!” she retorted. “And you can stand there and claim I’ve brain-
Forgotten voices ricocheted around her skull. washed you all you like, but you know that you came to your own conclusions-
I have to do this… “Don’t start with your psychoanalytical crap, Granger,” he scolded in a dark
She shuddered. Harry had told her exactly what Draco had said that night, and voice. “I will admit that I have moved past my hatred for you, but that doesn’t mean
she would swear on Godric’s grave that she could hear the whispers of his words my views on other Muggle-borns have altered-
crawling across the walls. “Yes it does,” she told him smoothly. “You might be in denial, but I can tell you
I have to kill you, or he’s going to kill me… are different.”
She gripped the railing tighter and closed her eyes, and the ghosts of the past He snorted. “You see what you want to see-
formed in her mind. She could see it all so clearly; the scene repeating itself in her “You are not who you were!” she contested, catching his face between her hands
head. Draco, Dumbledore, Snape, Bellatrix. So alive and fresh, like she could graze and forcing him to match her eyes. “I know you now, Draco. I do-
her fingertips over their forms and feel the beats of their hearts. “You are too quick to seek the positive in people, Granger,” he muttered quietly,
Hermione focussed on the image of Draco that her brain had conjured as he lowered watching his reflection in her hazels. Lifting his hand to her cheek, he thumbed the
his wand, just like Harry had described, and her heart felt like it was throbbing in her smudge of blood there and then dragged his finger across her bottom lip. “Why do
throat. He looked so vulnerable, and it made her fall a little harder for him, but the logical we have to fight at all, Granger? Why don’t we just…leave?”

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 Hermione blinked. “You mean run away?” she clarified, wincing when he If anyone else but Hermione had told her such details about the Malfoy heir,
dipped his head. “You know I can’t do that. If Voldemort wins this War, then the she would have dismissed it at nonsense.
other Muggle-borns and I will be killed. I have to fight- But Hermione had told her, and that meant it was true.
“No, you don’t- Perhaps Albus had been right about the boy’s soul…
“Yes, I do, Draco!” she yelled, backing away from him. “I will die trying! I will Rubbing her age-creased forehead, she slowly made her way over to the fireplace
not run away like some coward! If you want to, then that’s up to you- and tossed in some Floo Powder, as she recited an address she had used many times
“Don’t call me a coward,” he hissed. “Don’t ever call me a coward!” in the recent months. The emerald flames rippled and twirled in bold patterns, until
“Then stand up for yourself!” she snapped back, taking a deep breath to prepare for a familiar face hovered above the hearth, and stared back at her with confusion.
her next question. The question that had been eating at her brain since she’d begun to “I’m sorry it’s so late,” McGonagall apologised. “But I’m afraid I have another
fall for him. “If Voldemort agreed to take you back as a Death Eater, would you?” favour to ask of you.”
He hesitated, and Hermione felt her heart drop. She averted her eyes and stalked
towards her room, unable to look at him and reminding herself that she’d returned
to her dorm with a purpose.
“Don’t walk away from me, Granger!” Draco called, his footsteps following be-
hind her. “And don’t give me that fucking look!”
She refused to acknowledge him as she retrieved three vials from her trunk,
spinning around and crashing into his sturdy body in the doorframe. “Get out of
my way, Draco-
“We are not finished here-
“Yes, we are,” she interrupted breathlessly, keeping her eyes on his chest. “I
can’t… I can’t believe you would even consider supporting Voldemort after what
has happened between us-
“I never said I would-
“You couldn’t give me a straight answer,” she reminded him sadly. “You couldn’t-
“It’s not that simple, Granger. It’s complicated-
“No, it’s not-
“Granger,” he murmured quietly, attempting to grasp her shoulders, but she
shrugged away his hands. “Hermione, come on-
“I don’t want you near me right now,” she whispered with a wavering tone. “I
can’t even look at you.”
Draco’s defiant stance faltered at her words, and he clenched his fists as she
bushed past him. “Where the hell are you going?” he asked as he swivelled around.
“Hey! Don’t bloody ignore me!”
“I’m going to help those people-
“How long will you be?”
“I don’t know, Draco!” she shouted over her shoulder. “As long as it takes!”
He opened his mouth to retort, but the shrill slam of the door cut him off, and
a husky growl vibrated behind his teeth. Agitated pants steamed past his lips as he
cradled his head in his hands, and his fingernails stabbed his scalp. Merlin knew
why, but his feet carried him to the bathroom, and he hunched over the basin; spit-
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 “I care about him,” she admitted after a thick pause. “He has become…im- You are going to have to make some decisions…
portant to me.” His chest heaved as his lover’s words rattled around in his skull, pulsing
“And you believe he returns these… feelings?” against his temple and making him feel light-headed. The angry heat paced
She sucked in a soothing breath. “Yes, I do,” she whispered. “I think I mean through his veins and throbbed underneath his skin, and he ripped his top over
something to him, but even if I didn’t, I would still need to know that he was his head, ignoring the sense of déjà vu as his hands clutched the sink. His knuckles
somewhere safe.” paled as sweat broke out on his forehead, sliding down his face and raining
Minerva felt that maternal twinge flicker in her chest, and she dipped her head with against the porcelain.
weary acceptance. “I can’t promise anything,” she said in a hushed voice. “But there is a Maybe there were tears mixed with them. Maybe not.
possible place Mr Malfoy would be safe. I will see if I can make arrangements.” You need to start thinking for yourself…
Hermione lidded her eyes as the relief swamped her, and she placed a hand over He lidded his eyes and clenched them tight, biting his tongue and eyeing the
her reassured heart. “Thank you,” she exhaled. “Thank you so much, Professor- pinkish ribbon of salvia slithering towards the plughole. Flicking on the cold tap,
“Please don’t get your hopes up, Hermione,” the Headmistress stopped her. he splashed his face with water and warily raised his tumultuous glare to his reflec-
“This is entirely dependant on someone else’s judgement and I can’t guarantee that tion. The person staring back made his anger rise.
they will agree to it.” I would have you fight for what you believe in!
Curiosity crept in. “Who does it depend on?” Draco flinched. Why couldn’t she understand that he didn’t know what to be-
“It’s best I don’t say until I contact them,” she explained, smothering a yawn lieve in? Why couldn’t she grasp that everything in his world had been flipped
with the back of her hand. “It has been an eventful day. You should go and get some around and left in a mess that he couldn’t decipher? Why the fuck couldn’t she
rest. I assure you I will do what I can.” realise that he just wanted to disappear in her kiss and abandon the world beyond
“Thank you,” Hermione repeated, making her way towards the door. “And these walls?
thank you for…understanding.” You can stand there and claim I’ve brainwashed you all you like, but you know
“I am not certain I do understand,” McGonagall disputed, leading the younger that you came to your own conclusions…
witch towards the door. “But emotions are what make us human, and I can’t con- “Shut up,” he grunted under his breath.
demn you for having them. You are old enough to make your own decisions; all I He studied his pseudo-self in the mirror and found Hermione everywhere. The
can do is urge you to be careful.” whispers of her kisses staining his lips, her midnight murmurs still tickling his ears,
“I will,” she said, a pseudo-smile capturing her lips before she turned to leave. the remains of her fingerprints against his chest; it was all there. She had melted
“Good night, Professor.” into him. Inside and outside. Physically and mentally.
McGonagall simply nodded and watched Hermione disappear into the inky I know you don’t think the way you used to anymore…
darkness that flooded the hallways. She replayed their conversation in her head and “Shut up,” he bit out, louder this time.
wondered if she should have done anything to discourage her protégé’s interest in He hunted his reflection for a shred of evidence that he wasn’t the cold bastard
the boy with a brand on his forearm, but she had secretly guessed that there was he’d been, but he looked the same. The same, but so different that it haunted him.
something going on weeks ago, and had decided against intervening. A stranger with his face. His thoughts shifted back to Hermione, and how affected
She absently questioned what Dumbledore would have done in her situation, he’d been when he’d seen her covered in blood. It had shaken his soul. He didn’t
and had a sneaking suspicion that her late friend would have praised the circum- want to see her hurt…Didn’t want anything to do with her being hurt. Maybe that
stances, and the dormant romantic in her couldn’t help but feel a little moved by was the answer? Maybe that was his decision?
the dilemma. You are not who you were!
No, it wasn’t Hermione’s confession that had surprised her, but the revelation that Then who was he?
Draco Malfoy had apparently vowed to sever his connection with Voldemort, and “SHUT UP!” he screamed, hurling his fist into the mirror and instantly feeling
furthermore that he reciprocated Hermione’s risky affections. The concept was ab- the tension leave his muscles as his reflection shattered. That was better. It was dis-
surd, and yet, as she meandered through the memories of the last few months, she torted now; fractured and broken, and he absently flicked away the glass in his hand
noticed subtle clues that indicated it wasn’t a one-sided romance; be it fading glamour as the warm blood trickled down his fingers.
charms on Hermione’s neck, or the faint hint of a male scent clinging to her clothes. If Voldemort agreed to take you back as a Death Eater, would you?

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 “No,” he confessed to the tiles. No hesitation this time. “No.” The greying professor pursed her lips with consideration. “You mean if Volde-
And there was his answer. mort infiltrates the Ministry, and Hogwarts-
Dropping his head with surrender, he collapsed to the floor in a heavy heap and “Don’t say if,” Hermione interjected with an irritated bite. “There is no if any-
stayed completely still as the minutes drifted by without meaning or reason. So lost more! You know as well as I do that St Mungo’s couldn’t have been attacked like
was he in his trance, that he didn’t hear the sound of his lover returning when the that if there wasn’t already some corruption in the Ministry, so I want to know what
time had slowly seeped into the early hours of tomorrow, nor did he notice her happens to Draco when the Death Eaters take over.”
entering the bathroom and gently purring his name. “Hermione, we have more pressing issues-
Only when she crouched in front him and slipped her hand into his did he rec- “Just answer the question!” she exclaimed, clenching her fists until her nails
ognise her presence, and he desperately reached for her and pulled her as close as pierced her palms. “I need to know!”
he could. She was coated in dry blood and smelled of hard work and death, but he Aside from the slight arch of one cinereous eyebrow, McGonagall seemed un-
didn’t care. He pressed his face into hers and relished the taste of her breath ghost- affected by her outburst. “What would you suggest I do with Mr Malfoy?”
ing across his chapped lips. Her thumbs stroked away the damp tracks on his “I-I don’t know,” she stuttered with frustration, whipping her hair out of her
cheeks, and she freckled his jaw with demi-kisses as his fingers dug into her sides, face. “There has to be somewhere he can go. Somewhere he will be safe.”
refusing to her go. “Hermione, you must understand that I have lot on my plate-
“I’m sorry,” he heard her mumble. “I know this isn’t easy for you, but you need “I know you do,” she sighed, rubbing her bag-crested eyes. “I know you do, and
to decide what you’re going to do, Draco. We can’t…we can’t do this if we are going I’m sorry that I am being selfish about this, but I just-
to fight each other.” “Look,” McGonagall breathed cautiously, taking a moment to select her words.
He watched her beneath his lashes and felt the comforting warmth in his chest swell. “I am not blind. I know that you have become somewhat…fond of Mr Malfoy, and
“I don’t want to fight you,” she continued, gulping back a sob. “I just want us to be… while I may not understand your reasoning, I have refrained from saying anything
okay. I want us to be more than distant memory trapped in these walls. I want you.” because you have seemed more…like yourself recently.”
His grip on her tightened, and he licked his rough lips and swallowed away the Hermione contemplated denying it, but the tell-tale blush warming her
dry scratch in his throat. cheeks betrayed her, and a guilty tear punctuated the confession. “I never in-
“I will not fight for your side, Granger,” he mumbled carefully, feeling her stiffen tended for it to happen-
in his hold. “But I will not fight against it either.” “I know you didn’t,” the Headmistress assured her softly. “And I’m not angry,
She shifted in his arms to gaze at him with wide and curious eyes, and he leaned but you must understand my predicament. What would you do in my position? Mr
in to plant a fate-sealing kiss against her mouth. Malfoy’s behaviour has been completely unacceptable-
“I will not fight in a War when I don’t know what to believe,” he explained in “He’s different now,” she defended her not-so-secret lover. “Really, he is-
an exhausted tone. “But I won’t support Voldemort. I swear to you that.” “Hermione, you are-
Chewing her lower lip and nodding with understanding, she rested her head “Please listen to me!” she implored loudly. “He told me! He swore to me that he
against his collarbone and sighed with relief. wouldn’t serve Voldemort again! Surely that changes things?”
“I think that’s good enough for me.” McGonagall’s green eyes flashed with surprise, but it disappeared as quick as it
Hermione nestled into his strong frame as a foreboding rumble of thunder ech- had come. “You will understand my reluctance to trust anything that he says-
oed outside, closely followed by the hard thuds of heavy rain. Knowing the storm “Then trust me,” she persisted. “I know he has made mistakes, but he was a
would wash away the beautiful snow, she searched for Draco’s hand again, and tan- victim of circumstance. You said yourself that it was important that he didn’t go
gled their fingers. through with killing Dumbledore-
If the storm was here, she wanted to hold his hand. “Yes, but-
“He has changed so much,” she continued with desperate haste. “And I know
you probably think my feelings are effecting my judgement, but I promise you that
I’m telling the truth.”
The older witch regarded her flustered companion thoughtfully. “Exactly how
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 Hermione flinched. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, because she had no idea what
else she could say. “I’m really sorry-
“It would have been better if I’d never woken up,” the too-young widow said in
a deadpan tone. “I don’t want this life. It doesn’t feel real.”
Hermione’s hands fidgeted in her lap. “Would you like some-
“You’re a pretty girl,” she remarked suddenly, but her expression didn’t change,
and her voice sounded bitter. “Tell me, have you lost someone you love yet?”
She nodded and felt guilty for it; it seemed wrong to compare when Annabelle’s
grief was so fresh. “I have lost friends-
“But not someone you wanted to spend your life with,” she interrupted. “Not
your soul-mate.” Her voice cracked. “The person who makes you feel indestructible
LIMBO
and vulnerable at the same time.” She glanced down at her wedding ring. “The per-
son you would die for, and die without.”
An image of Draco instantly flashed across Hermione’s conscious without
prompt, and her heart shrivelled like a burning leaf; crackling and shrinking, just
from the thought. Oh Merlin…it made a heavy lump of dread plummet in her
stomach, and a shaky groan passed her lips when a stab of physical pain hit her. All
from a thought. She forgot to angry at him. Words refused to form as the unsettling
sensations harassed her nerves, so she simply shook her head, and refused to cry in “DRACO?”
front of a newly-made widow. “Hm?”
“I hope you never have to feel like this,” Annabelle told her, her mourning gaze “Will you help me wash the blood out of my hair, please?”
drifting back to stare at nothing. “Because it feels like dying, only worse.”
★★★
Hermione could see the mental cocoon take over the witch’s mind again, and
she remained silent until McGonagall returned a few minutes later, placing a small
vial of the purple potion next to Annabelle. “Take it when you’re ready,” the Head- The turbulent weather and his agitated movements roused her, and Hermione
mistress instructed softly, steering Hermione away from the damaged witch. “We carefully removed her arm from under Draco’s torso.
She must have coiled herself around him during the night, but she ignored the
have done all we can for today. You should go and rest-
dull ache in her elbow and cheated some morning minutes to study his unknowing
“I need to talk to you,” she rushed out. “Privately.”
“It has been a long day. Can it wait until tomorrow?” face. An agitated groan escaped him as he resisted the disruptive demons of his
subconscious, and Hermione decided to linger and try to chase them away. Lifting
“No,” Hermione refused, keeping her voice low. “I want to talk about it now. I
her hand, she smoothed away the creases of his frown with her fingers, and relished
need to talk about it now.”
Sensing the urgency in her protégé’s tone, Minerva bobbed her head and led a secret smile when he instantly calmed under her touch.
them to her office, noting the younger witch’s stiff posture and her distracted ex- He was so beautiful like this. Unaware of her admiring gaze. Her fingertips ca-
pression. The moment she closed the door to ensure them privacy, Hermione be- ressed him gently; from the proud curve of his lips, to the blond dusting of his eye-
gan to pace around the room with impatient strides, her movements restless and brows, and every inch of milky skin in between. Her ministrations move to his hair,
which was barely affected by bed, and her nails parted his cream stands in lazy cir-
quivering, like the thistle in Autumn winds.
“Calm down, Miss Granger,” McGonagall advised, swishing her wand to sum- cles. He might be oblivious to it, but the harsh edge that had once darkened his
mon a chair. “Take a seat- presence had eroded. Inside and out. And the difference made her heart tremble.
“I want to know what’s going to happen to Draco,” she blurted heedlessly, en- It struck her then
As hard as thunder, and as soft as lullabies.
couraged by flashbacks of Annabelle’s ordeal. She did not want to be that broken-
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 Not yet love, but kissing the seams. “Granger, wait-
Her lips parted in a silent gasp, and she withdrew her curious hand. It felt wrong The slam of the door was louder this time, and it ricocheted around his skull
to have such romantic notions when the wounded and dying were just a few corri- until his ears felt like they were leaking blood.
dors away. Was there even room for love amongst the raucous throbs of impending More questions.
War? Shaking her head and hastily leaving him alone in the bed, she scolded herself More decisions.
for misplacing her priorities.
There was work to be done. ★★★
Love would have to wait in the corner.
The bones in Hermione’s fingers felt brittle and ready to snap.
★★★ After thirteen hours on her feet, with only the residual effects of Vitamix to lift
her limbs, she could feel her body starting to shut down with exhaustion. When she
His dream was simple; neither obscure nor corrupted with metaphors or enigmas. had first arrived, her veins had been pumping with anger-fuelled adrenaline from
He was standing in a dark and dull room that vibrated with silence. her argument with Draco, but that had long since withered away as the day had
Standing in one corner were his parents; his father’s face scrunched up with dragged into night.
scorn, and his mother’s aged with dejection and stress. In the other corner waited She had just finished redressing the Murtlap Essence-laced bandages around a
Granger; a hopeful look on her face and typically chewing her lip, and behind her young wizard’s abdomen when McGonagall called her over for some assistance,
was a misty and translucent version of himself. and Hermione’s eyes fell to the traumatized witch in the bed at the Headmistress’
In his dream, Draco’s conflicted stare shifted between them for hours, before he side. She instantly recognised the fragile woman, seemingly in her mid-twenties, as
finally gulped down a lung-splitting breath, and lifted his foot. she had caused quite the stir in the afternoon.
And then it ended. After remaining unconscious since her rescue from St. Mungo’s, Annabelle
Draco’s eyes snapped open as he bolted upright in the bed, shudders itching Snowbloom had awoken to discover that her husband of less than six months wasn’t
down his spine and a cold sweat glistening across his body. Dropping his face into amongst the fortunate who had escaped, and she had screamed the screams of a bro-
his hands, he groaned against his clammy palms and wondered why goosebumps ken-brained madwoman for hours, until her voice had simply shattered. Hermione
were bubbling under his skin. His attention drifted to his side, and he frowned at neared the injured witch, and the sympathy was crippling as she noted the eerie void
Granger’s hollow indentation in the mattress, but the quiet sounds of shuffling be- in her eyes, and how her shivering fingers absently toyed with her wedding ring.
yond the bedroom door informed him where she was. “Could you replace the bandages on Miss Snowbloom’s arms please, Hermi-
The cold chill in the room nibbled at his pores, and he slipped into his baggy one?” McGonagall asked, her voice scratchy with fatigue. “I just need to see Horace
pyjama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt as he left the bed. He paused to watch the for a moment and get some more Dreamless Sleep Potion.”
thunderstorm raging outside the window; the pane distorted by hammering rain “Of course,” she mumbled, moving closer to Annabelle and studying the deep
and whipping winds, but he could see that it had washed away the snow. and gory dents in her writs, from what must have been a violent Incarcerous. Sticky
Granger wouldn’t like that. and weeping blisters speckled her flesh like macabre bracelets, but Hermione had
Heading out of the bedroom, he stopped in his tracks and quirked an eyebrow become immune to such wounds, and she barely flinched as she withdrew her wand
when he saw her. Leaning over her cauldron and muttering measurements of in- to clean away the pinkish mix of blood and puss. “Let me know if I hurt you, okay?
gredients to herself, her hair was a gravity-resistant mess surrounding her flushed This looks very sore.”
features as she sprinkled some purple powder into her concoction. Nodding with Annabelle remained completely unresponsive, so Hermione started reciting her
satisfaction, she lifted her busy eyes and finally noticed him, and Draco’s lips Spells and applying the dressings with gentle but precise attention, in a silence that
twitched in response. was too tragic to be awkward.
“Good morning,” Hermione said quietly. “Well, afternoon actually.” “Is there anywhere else you were hurt?” she asked when she was close to finish-
“Afternoon?” he repeated, glimpsing at the clock to find it had just pushed past ing. “Or is there anything I can do for you?”
midday. “You should have woken me.” Annabelle’s dead stare shifted towards her like a bullet. “Can you bring back
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 “That doesn’t answer the question- “I thought you might need the rest,” she shrugged. “You were quite restless in
“Yes, it does!” he argued fiercely, raising a hand to massage his forehead. “This your sleep last night.”
is ridiculous. Your sodding Order put me in here, and now that I’ve become… ac- Ignoring her comment, he nodded his head at her cauldron. “What’s that for?”
customed to our situation, they’re going to shove me somewhere else? I am sick of “It’s just another batch of Dreamless Sleep Potion,” she explained, giving it a
this mind-fuck bullshit.” quick stir. “I found some Murtlap Essence and Burn-Healing Paste too.” She hesi-
“Change is inevitable in War, Draco,” she said, wrapping her quivering fingers tated. “Draco, would you like me to save you some Dreamless Sleep Potion?”
around his wrist. “All I can do is try to ensure that you will do somewhere safe- “I’m fine,” he grumbled, his brow creasing with irritation. “Perhaps you should
“Stop doing that,” he seethed through tense lips. “Why do you have to be so take some, seeing as you were apparently up all night, taking notes about my sleep-
bloody concerned about what happens to me?” ing habits.”
Hermione gulped down the emotion wedged in her windpipe. “You know why.” “It was simply a suggestion-
Draco felt the beats in his chest quicken into an erratic staccato as he considered “An unnecessary one,” he interjected calmly, wrinkling his nose as the sharp
the subtle confession in her words. He didn’t know whether to feel charmed or hor- tang of mingling potions hit his nose. “That smells like shit.”
rified, and once again he found himself lingering in between. Between Dark and “I brewed some Skele-Gro earlier,” she told him. “It stunk out the kitchen a bit-
Light. Loathing and Lust. His family and Her. What he’d been told and what he was “Earlier? Did you even sleep?”
and what he could be. “The rain woke me up pretty early,” she mumbled. “I wanted to get these
Just trapped in this soul-splitting limbo that seemed infinite, and yet some- done anyway-
how enlightening. “You look shattered,” he remarked, moving closer and noting the dark smudges
He remembered how he would have smothered Granger in her sleep and sur- under her eyes. “You should go back to bed-
rendered his inheritance to get out of this room, only mere months ago. Now, the “I’m fine,” she shook her head. “I need to get back and help-
prospect of the world beyond these warm walls seemed toxic and suffocating, and “Of course you do,” he drawled, rolling his eyes.
the idea of being separated from Granger made him feel queasy. She was both a He expected his witch to make a defensive retort, but then he should have
sedative and stimulant; addictive perfection that sanity told him to reject, but in- learned by now that it was futile to predict anything about Granger’s behaviour.
stinct urged him to drown in. Instead, she simply studied him from beneath her lovely lashes with a knowing glint
“I need to get back to the medical wing,” Hermione severed his thoughts, pull- in her eyes. He didn’t like that look, and he blamed his vow last night, when he had
ing away from him to organise her potions. “Professor Slughorn needs these- assured that he would not serve Voldemort again. She regarded him like he was
“We haven’t finished our discussion- different; somehow…better, and he shifted his weight with discomfort.
“Then we can finish it later,” she mumbled, slipping the vials into her charmed She didn’t get it.
bag. “I have to- Did she honestly believe that it had been born out of some moral revelation?
“Granger,” Draco mumbled, snatching her arm and twisting her to face him. “I That he gave a shit about Potter and his band of feckless fools? He almost snorted.
don’t…” he released a husky breath of defeat. “I don’t want this…thing to end yet.” His motivation was entirely selfish; he knew now that he cared for her welfare, and
“Yet?” she echoed, her eyes finding the floor. “Then you do intend on it finish- he didn’t want to see her hurt or killed. Simple as that. Also, they shared an enemy
ing at some point?” in Voldemort, and she could pose the ‘what if he asked you to rejoin the Death
A frown marred his features. “I didn’t- Eaters’ question all she liked, but the mentally-deranged psychopath was hardly re-
“Let me ask you a question, Draco,” she mumbled, and her heart faltered as she nowned for his forgiving nature.
prepared a question with a potentially devastating answer. “What if we both survive Deciding to remain neutral was the rational decision. The only issue with that was
this War? What then? What about our…thing, as you so eloquently labelled it?” the state of his parents, for he had no idea how they’d reacted to his disappearance, or
His stubborn silence and the indifferent haze in his rain-cloud eyes made her whether their loyalties still lied with Voldemort. Snape had told him that his father had
feel sick, so she tucked a brazen curl behind her ear, and lifted her chin with con- been broken out of Azkaban, along with many others, about a month after the Astron-
trived poise. Again, she reminded herself of the injured victims on the other side of omy Tower incident. He would like to believe that his parents would have resisted, but
the Castle, and it put her personal feelings in perspective. his father’s fear-induced desperation to please Voldemort made Draco doubtful.
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 “Granger,” he started hesitantly. “The attack on St Mungo’s. Were… were my Hermione blinked once. Twice. “I don’t know,” she repeated. “I will probably
parents involved?” stay with some of the Order-
Hermione couldn’t suppress her cringe. “I don’t know, Draco. They all wear masks- “And then you and your Gryffindor comrades will march into battle,” he
“But it’s likely,” he finished for her. “I get it.” snapped in a scathing tone, wrinkling his nose with distaste. “How fucking gallant
“Draco,” she sighed. “I really don’t know. There is a possibility that the…cir- and noble-
cumstances with you might have altered their- “Draco, don’t do that!” she demanded sternly, fixing him with a critical glare.
“But you don’t know,” he said in a jaded tone, resting his weight against the “Don’t undermine us like that!”
kitchen counter and clicking his jaw. “So what do you know, Granger? What exactly “Well forgive me for trying to talk you out of a suicide mission!” he countered.
is going on out there?” “You said it yourself! They are getting stronger-
He watched her intently as her spine stiffened, and the muscles in her shoulders “Then we will get stronger!”
tensed. He could see her designing sentences in that ever-working brain of hers, “Don’t be so bloody naïve!” he yelled, tossing his arms in the air with frustra-
wondering how much information to divulge, and measuring her level of trust in tion. “This isn’t a fucking fairytale! Good doesn’t always conquer evil, Granger! You
him. The dynamics had shifted now; he had verbally resigned as her enemy, and need to accept that you might not win this War-
that changed everything, whether he liked or not. “Then I will die trying!” she shouted hotly, and while Draco knew he should
“It’s getting worse,” she finally rushed out. “Before Christmas, the Ministry feel disgusted with her remark, he only felt his chest constrict with affection for
seemed to have some degree of control over the situation, but since the Muggles his fiery witch.
were murdered on New Year’s- “No!” he spat firmly, slapping his palm against the counter. “You can’t-
“New Year’s?” he interjected with narrowing eyes. “Does that have anything to “Why not?”
with your parents?” Because you’re all I have left…
He almost regretted the question when he witnessed the pain flash across her “BECAUSE YOU CAN’T JUST SOD OFF AND LEAVE!” Draco roared, his
features, but his curiosity had waited long enough to be sated. voice raw with intensity as he buried his pride. “YOU JUST CAN’T!”
“They were killing the parents of Muggle-borns,” Hermione told him with a Hermione tried to reach for his hand. “I’m not leaving-
shaky voice. “I erased their memories and sent them somewhere safe.” She swal- “Not yet!” he barked, swatting away her touch. “But you said that when Volde-
lowed down the lump in her throat. “At least, I think they’ll be safe.” mort infiltrates the Ministry, you will go to the Order! I’m not thick, Granger! I
Aside from the slight flex of his fists, Draco neither moved nor spoke, but the know that I won’t be able to go wherever the hell you’re going, so what? I just get
hard pound of guilt in his stomach almost doubled him over. He didn’t know where tossed on my arse and left to fend for myself?”
it had come from. He’d played no part in her soul-stuttering ordeal, but the guilt “I told you,” she sighed sadly. “I don’t know where you will go, but I will talk to
chewed at his insides anyway. That indefinable feeling for Granger burned a little McGonagall-
harder in his bones as he watched her; struggling to keep her emotions subdued, “That old cow doesn’t give a shit about what happens to me,” he mumbled in a
and wearing a façade of composure that strained the muscles in her face. low tone. “You’d be wasting your breath-
“And now St Mungo’s has been attacked,” Hermione murmured, bringing them “That’s enough!” she shouted, slicing the air with her hand. “This War is bigger
back to the current chaos. “The Ministry will be next, and then he’ll be able to do than you and I, Draco! People are dying! How can you be so selfish?”
whatever he wants.” Her eyes shimmered with thought as she paused to glance His lips made an audible clap as his mouth slammed shut, and the silence pulsed in
around her dorm. “Hogwarts won’t be safe anymore. Nowhere will.” his ears. He refrained from flinching as her disappointed eyes studied him, desperately
Draco clicked his tongue. “Granger, where will- hunting for an indication of moral decency, but he knew she wouldn’t find anything.
“I don’t know what will happen to you yet,” she cut him off with an exasperated “Do you…” Hermione whispered hesitantly, moving around the counter until
breath. “I need to discuss it with McGonagall- she could feel his breath cooling her face. “Do you care about anyone but yourself?”
“I was going to ask where you will go,” he blurted, and his comment shocked She worried her lip. “Do you care about me?”
them both. Recovering quickly, he donned a stoic mask and straightened his back. Pride crumbled between his grinding teeth. “Have you forgotten that I asked
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 His eyes snapped open, and reality came bounding back into his brain like thun- lovers do. In the fragile hours between, they perched on the window-seat, watching
der clouds. He wasn’t in Hogwarts. He was shacked up with the Aunt he’d never the wild displays of the January thunderstorms and absently reading Shakespeare,
spoken to. Granger wasn’t here. She wasn’t anywhere, and the absence of her pres- Byron or Donne between lazy kisses.
ence brought back the numb throb in his chest. He felt sick. Draco resented the moments when Hermione had to leave for a couple of meet-
Granger… ings with McGonagall and to help the St Mungo’s victims in the Medical Wing, but
He fired a scolding glance towards his Aunt as she leaned over him, her expres- he chewed his tongue to keep the peace, as he’d said he would. Although the shadow
sion somewhere between concerned and cautious. Her resemblance to his mother of the impending War never left the room, she’d been wearing a subtle smile since
struck him for a moment, but he kept his features trained and stern, ready to rep- their talk, and he was adamant he wouldn’t chase it away.
rimand the witch for disturbing his lonely morning. He didn’t want anyone to wit- “Draco.”
ness how this was affecting him. “Hm?”
“What do you want?” he asked in a quiet and defensive voice. “Don’t people get “Do you want to go to bed?” she asked. “You look a little tired.”
any privacy in your house?” Sleep was a waste of time.
“Draco,” she started carefully. “You haven’t left bed for three days.” “I’m fine,” he mumbled, gesturing for her to flip the page. “Might as well get
His eyebrows rose high on his forehead. Three days? But it all felt so raw and to the end.”
fresh, like the rain was still peppered across his skin, and Hermione’s parting words Hermione craned her neck to nip the corner of his mouth.
were still chiming in his ears. Wasn’t time supposed to mend the ache of the initial She had fought hard not to be seduced by a false sense of security, but Draco’s
shock? Three days, and he was fairly certain he had slept the entire time. Evidently, relaxed demeanour had been like a drug to alleviate her dread. Hogwarts had felt
his subconscious had decided that sleep was preferable to waking without Granger more peaceful too; most of the survivors of the St. Mungo’s attack had made quick
pressed against his chest. recoveries and been sent home, and around forty students had returned to the
“So?” he scowled at Andromeda, sitting up in the bed and resting his elbows school from the extended Christmas break. The rest of her classmates were due to
against his knees. “What difference does it make?” return tomorrow on the Hogwarts Express, and she was looking forward to seeing
“Firstly, I need to warn you that there is a Taboo on You-Know-Who’s name,” Ginny and Neville, if only to say goodbye before the Ministry was overthrown and
she listed. “And secondly, you need to eat something.” she would need to leave.
“I’m not hungry,” he lied, ignoring the painful twinge in his stomach that con- Among the forty who had returned were the Creevey brothers and a third-year
tradicted his words. “Just leave me alone- named Joanne Preston; Hermione’s fellow Muggle-borns, and her main priority
“It’s not healthy,” she insisted. “You’ll make yourself ill.” when the inevitable happened.
“I don’t give a shit,” he grumbled coldly. “I will get up when I’m ready.” McGonagall had outlined evacuation plans for the Muggle-borns meticulously,
“Look,” Andromeda sighed, impatience loud in her tone. “Isolating yourself in but remained decisively vague about Draco; simply nodding her head and assuring
here isn’t going to make you feel any better- that ‘something had been arranged.’ The stressed wrinkles dissecting the Headmis-
“What, and you think a piece of toast and a skip around the garden will make tress’ face had been a little deeper recently, and Hermione had refrained from push-
everything all dandy?” he quipped. “Don’t be so bloody soft- ing the matter, trusting her mentor implicitly and shoving her concern to the side.
“A warm meal will do you some good,” she told him, and his stomach twitched And she really was concerned about Draco; so much that it terrified her.
again at the notion. “And perhaps a talk with the others will help- She had mentally prepared herself for the fall of the Ministry and Hogwarts, but
“And just who the hell are these ‘others’ you keep on mentioning?” the idea of Draco’s looming departure made her breathing falter. These final days
“People in similar positions to you,” she said, and Draco felt his curiosity stir. spent wrapped up in his scent, voice and warmth had been soul-soothing and pos-
“Come down for some breakfast and you’ll see.” sibly the most beautiful in her short life.
“I don’t think so- But everything has an expiry date.
“Oh, grow up, Draco,” Andromeda scowled, slicing the air with her hand. “I do “Granger.”
not have the time to stand here and baby you- “Hm?”
“Well, no one’s forcing you!” he shouted back. “I think I’ve made it pretty clear “You haven’t turned the page in about ten minutes.”
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 “Oh,” she frowned. “Sorry. I was thinking about something.” “I have no idea where they are,” she breathed, shaking her head. “All I know is
“Shocker,” he drawled with rich sarcasm, feathering a kiss behind her ear. they are looking for the Horcruxes and they destroyed the locket.”
“Come on, Granger. Turn the page.” “Yes, they sent me a letter about that,” Remus nodded. “But you haven’t heard
Numbly doing as requested, Hermione tried to sink further into Draco’s body anything since?”
heat and scolded herself for letting precious minutes slip through her fingers. “Nothing relevant. Just a letter every now and then to assure me that they
The clocks were mocking her. were… you know, alive.” She tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “But, no. Never
their whereabouts or anything like that. They know it would be too dangerous-
★★★ “And gallivanting around Merlin-knows-where with all this going on isn’t dan-
gerous?” Mad-eye scoffed.
She woke to a nervous knot in her stomach. Hermione’s eyes shot back to the Auror. “They’re not stupid, Moody-
It was still dark, and Draco’s arm was belted around her waist as his sleepy “Well, their actions contradict that sentiment-
breaths ruffled her hair. Glancing at the clock and finding it was almost five in the “They’ll be fine,” she interrupted, but the hitch in her voice was telling. “They
morning, she cautiously eased herself out of the bed and tried to establish what had will be fine.”
stirred her, hunting for something out of place. “They’ve survived so far,” Tonks said, absently stroking her swollen abdomen.
Sparks of lightning illuminated her room between low roars of thunder, and she “Have some faith, Mad-eye. I’m sure if they think they’re out of their depth, they’ll
shuffled warily over to her window, eyeing the navy skies that played host to the seek us out.”
flaunting storm. Another twinge of unease invaded her stomach, and pronounced “We hardly have the time for commonsense to catch up with the pair,” he
goosebumps bubbled across her skin, but she had no idea why. groused, rolling his good eye. “So that will be your task for the time being, Granger;
Something just felt…off. figuring out where they are.”
Something in her gut told her to leave her dorm, and she quietly changed into her Hermione wrinkled her nose. “Wouldn’t it be more beneficial for me to try and
jeans and shrugged on one of Draco’s tops and a jumper to confront the chill. Grab- figure out where the Horcruxes are?”
bing her wand, she hesitated on her way out to gently stroke her sleeping lover’s hair “Well, if Harry and Weasley are doing what you say they are, then it’s the same
before pushing open her door to find Crookshanks agitatedly pacing around the thing,” Mad-eye replied, rising from his seat. “I have confidence in your intelli-
sitting room, making troubled growling sounds and clawing at the floorboards. gence, Granger. If anyone can find them, it’s you.”
“Calm down, Crooks,” she whispered, giving him a gentle pet. “I’ll be back in a bit.” She didn’t know if he meant the boys or the Horcruxes, but she bobbed her head
Allowing intuition to guide her, she tip-toed down the empty corridors with anyway. “Thank you, Moody.”
only the thuds of her heart to disturb the eerie silence. Absently wandering in a “And keep up your combative training,” he advised slowly. “We are at War now.”
direction she didn’t really want to go, she dragged her fingers across the stone walls,
as if she was somehow trying to soothe the school itself for what was to come. ★★★
Climbing a flight of stairs and realising where she was heading, her eyes widened
when she found that someone had already sought answers in Astronomy Tower in “Draco.”
the early hours of this peculiar morning. He squirmed and buried his face deeper into the pillow. He was balancing on
“You feel it too?” she asked, coming to stand at her Professor’s side. the blissful crest between sleep and reality, and he’d be damned if he be dragged
“Yes,” McGonagall nodded, her hands gripping the railing and her thought- away before he was ready.
laden eyes studying the battling clouds. “Something is not right.” “Draco.”
“What is it?” “Bugger off, Granger,” he murmured, as he often did when she tried to rouse
“I’m not sure,” said the Headmistress tightly. “The storm is different. It feels… him. “I’m trying to sleep.”
unbalanced” A small silence followed, and Draco wondered if his persistent lover might ac-
“Do you think…” but Hermione trailed off as she caught sight of a lustrous tually allow him a peaceful morning for a change.
white sphere shooting towards them like a comet. “What is that?” “Draco, it’s Andromeda,” the voice sighed, somewhat regretfully. “You need to
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 “What about our safe-houses, Alastor?” McGonagall bowed her head and clenched her eyes shut with dismay. “Our
“Some of the Wards will hold, but not all of them. Your home should be safe, warning.”
Remus. Grimmauld Place too, and a couple of others, but we shall have to start They both retreated a few paces back as the light bounded in the tower and burst
finding other places to meet. It will only be a matter of time before the Wards on into the stunning the Patronus of a doe, and Hermione thought of Harry’s mother.
these safe-houses are broken too.” “Professor, whose-
“Did you manage to make enough Portkeys, Kingsley?” “Quiet, Hermione,” the older witch hushed her. “This is important-
“I managed most of them.” “One hour,” a familiar male voice echoed around them. “They are coming, Minerva.”
“Will it be enough?” The glowing doe disappeared as fast as it had arrived, and Hermione released
“I have no idea.” the breath aching her lungs as she looked to the Headmistress expectantly. “They’re
There was a thick pause. coming?” she asked. “The Death Eaters?”
“You can come in, Granger!” Moody’s booming voice called after a moment, “One hour,” McGonagall repeated distantly. “I don’t know if that will be
and Hermione recoiled from the door when the harsh sound made her eardrums enough time-
buzz. Her hand reached to hover tentatively over the doorknob. “Stop stalling, “Was that Snape’s Patronus?”
Granger. This concerns you as much as anyone.” “Yes,” she nodded, turning to her student with a grave stare. “Listen, Hermione,
Ignoring the odd bundle of nerves in her stomach, she pushed into the kitchen I need to alert the other Professors. You must wake up the Creeveys and Miss Pres-
and greeted the four pairs of eyes with an awkward and apologetic nod. Shacklebolt, ton and take them to my office. I will be with you as soon as I can-
Mad-eye, Lupin and Tonks were all seated around the brittle dining table; their ex- “I thought we were going to evacuate them with the Thestrals-
pressions severe, sleep-deprived and inevitably concerned. “There’s not enough time,” she shook her head. “Just get them to my office and
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t want to intrude.” I will be with you shortly. Do you understand?”
“How are you feeling, Hermione?” Tonks asked, shifting in her seat to accom- Her Gryffindor instincts took over, and she straightened her spine before she
modate her bump. “You can go back to bed if you need more rest.” gave her Professor a firm nod. “Okay. I’m going-
“I’m fine.” “Be as fast as you can!” McGonagall called after her as she sprinted away.
“You’re a little old to be eavesdropping, Granger,” Mad-eye remarked, although By the time Hermione reached the Gryffindor dorms, her muscles were sore
his tone was almost amused. “What exactly did you hear?” and her head was pounding with adrenaline. Waking up Dennis, Colin and Joanne,
“Not much,” she shrugged. “Just about the Taboo… and what’s the Muggle- she fidgeted fretfully as they hurried to gather some of their belongings, throwing
born Registration Commission?” worried glances at the clock and willing them to hurry.
“It’s a bloody death trap, is what it is,” Mad-eye spat heatedly. “It’s a way for Sweet Merlin, it’s happening….
You-Know-Who to herd Muggle-borns like cattle until he slaughters them- Nineteen minutes later and they were all gathered in the Head’s office; Colin
“Yes, thank you, Alastor,” Remus shot a frown in his direction. “I think there trying to comfort his frightened brother, and Hermione trying to reassure thir-
are better ways to put it- teen-year-old Joanne that she would get home safe. But as the minutes drifted by,
“Well, you can cover it with daisies and glitter all you like, Remus, but that is Hermione became increasingly restless, trembling with nerves and impatience as
basically what it is.” He fixed Hermione with a steady stare. “Don’t worry; you won’t the time dissolved and the threat of the Death Eaters became louder in her head.
be signing up. You will stay hidden and be safe here with Tonks.” Each flick of the clock’s hand meant one less minute to get Draco out of the Cas-
Hermione narrowed her eyes with thought. “But what about all the other tle, and she fought hard to keep her mind on her duty to McGonagall and the
Muggle-borns?” Muggle-borns.
“We’re doing what we can,” Kingsley offered sullenly. “Most have gone into “Where is McGonagall?” Colin questioned with panic shaking his voice. “You
hiding, but there’s not much we can do at the moment except try to warn people- said she wouldn’t be long.”
“Which is hard when everyone is Apparating in a panic and probably landing “She’s on her way,” Hermione replied, unsure if she was lying or not. “It will be fine.”
straight into the path of Snatchers,” Mad-eye grumbled. “Potter and Weasley might What if it’s not fine?
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 With only twenty-two minutes to spare, the Headmistress finally burst into her Hope is motivation, if nothing else.
office, and Hermione had never seen her mentor look so flustered; her brow cov- The voices were still vibrating downstairs, and with renewed tenacity, she left the
ered in a thin sheen of sweat and creased with stressful lines. Rushing over to the bed and rummaged in her charmed bag for some fresh clothes. She slipped into her
fireplace, the aging witch recited a quick spell before she turned to the four teenag- jeans and pulled a baggy woollen jumper over Draco’s top, reluctant to part with the
ers and gestured for them to come closer. masculine warmth trapped in the fabric that tingled against her skin. Taming her wild
“You’re going to Floo to Kingsley Shacklebolt’s home,” she explained in a edgy hair with a few combs of her fingers, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror and
voice. “He will make sure you all get home safely, okay?” The three youngest heads frowned at the swollen, red smudges under her eyes, still glossed with tears. She
bobbed with understanding. “His address is Twenty-three Wordsworth Way,” she dabbed her face with her bunched sleeve, sniffing and swallowing a few times so her
told them, reaching for her bowl of Floo Powder. “Miss Preston, you go first, and voice wouldn’t betray her, and then she lifted her chin with illusory poise.
remember to say it clearly. We have to be quick.” The façade was almost perfect; perhaps a little cracked and fragile in the eyes,
Hermione watched as Joanne disappeared amongst the garish spurt of emerald but her set jaw and the proud purse of her lips would be enough to deceive her
flames, closely followed by Dennis, and finally Colin. A small dose of relief dulled friends in the Order.
the heavy beats in her chest, but she frowned with confusion when she realised She looked resilient and prepared. Battle-ready and thriving with purpose.
McGonagall was holding out the pot Floor Powder in her direction. Glowing with that unmistakable shine of Gryffindor optimism and courage. Just as
“Come on, Hermione,” the Headmistress prompted. “You have to leave- she should be.
“I’m not leaving,” she disputed, backing away from the other witch. “I have to Giving her reflection a stiff nod, she grabbed her wand and headed out of the
get Draco out of here- bedroom, following the low hum of the voices. She descended the stairs and mean-
“There’s not enough time- dered her way around the house, pausing outside the kitchen, and pressing her ear
“But I need to- against the door to catch the muffled conversation.
“Hermione, the Death Eaters are on their way!” McGonagall snapped strictly. “…Should have seen that coming. We could have sent people to King’s Cross
“You have to leave- to help the students-
“NO!” she screamed, balling her fists. “I am NOT leaving! I need to get him out “We’re not going to able to predict everything they do, Alastor-
of here! You swore to me- “We should have been able to predict that!”
“Hermione, please be reasonable- “There’s nothing we could have done anyway. McGonagall and the other pro-
“You’re just wasting more time arguing with me!” she insisted angrily, frus- fessors will look after them.”
trated tears spilling down her cheeks. “If I have to do this without your help, then I “Remus is right. At least if they’re contained in Hogwarts, they are still safe to a
will! But I am not leaving until I know he is away from here!” certain extent-
McGonagall went stiff before she exhaled in defeat, eyeing her student with “And you think being kept there with Snape and those psychotic Carrow twins
weary eyes as she reluctantly made her way over to her desk. Waving her wand to is safe, Tonks?”
open a drawer, she removed a small round-shaped object wrapped in fabric, and a “It’s better than getting caught in the crossfire at Diagon Alley or running into
wand Hermione recognised to be Draco’s. some Snatchers.”
“So be it,” McGonagall mumbled on a sigh. “Listen to me carefully, because I only “What about the Muggle-borns, Kingsley?”
have time to say this once. Use the back entrance and run down to the edge of the “Most of them are in hiding, but we have word that You-Know-Who is putting
Forbidden Forest by Hagrid’s hut. Don’t go too far in; just enough to remain unseen.” his Muggle-born Registration Commission into effect as soon as Umbridge is
“But what if someone sees him in the school?” ready. I have been trying to get a hold of Cresswell and Alderton, but it’s difficult.”
“All of the Professors are gathering in the Great Hall and most of the students Hermione frowned on the other side of the door. Muggle-born Registration
are still asleep,” she supplied. “You will get there fine- Commission?
“And what do I do when I get- “We need to get word around about the Taboo on You-Know-Who’s name.”
“This coin is a Portkey to a safe-house,” she interjected, holding up the cloth- “I am trying, but our communication methods are becoming more limited by
covered item. “When you leave here, I will let them know you are on your way.” the hour. Tonks, did you Owl your mother in time?”
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 Hermione swallowed as the Headmistress pushed the Portkey and Draco’s
wand into her hands. “You’re not going to tell me where he’s going, are you?”
McGonagall shook her head. “You know it is safer if less people know-
“But he will be safe?” the younger witch implored, pocketing the two items and
ensuring they were secure. “You promise he will be safe?”
“I promise,” she nodded. “Now listen, Hermione. After Draco is gone, you need
to head back the way you came. On the fringe of the Forest by Hagrid’s hut, there
is a red rock underneath an Oak tree. You will be able to Apparate from there. Go
to Tonks’ home, and I will Fire-call her to let her know you’re coming so she can
GHOST alter her Wards.”
“Red rock under the Oak tree,” she repeated numbly, before she practically
pounced on the greying witch and clutched her in a rib-cracking hug. “Thank you
so much. For everything. I’m sorry for being so selfish.”
McGonagall accepted the gesture with a sad frown and patted her companion’s
back. “You need to go,” she advised, pulling away and manoeuvring them towards
the door. “Go now. You don’t have time for this.” The Headmistress paused and
exhaled a haggard breath. “I wish you both luck.”
Offering Minerva a parting look of gratitude, Hermione’s body jolted into ac-
THERE WERE VOICES SOMEWHERE; MUFFLED BY DOORS AND DISTANCE, tion. Stumbling on haste-clumsy feet, she fled the office; her devastated heart
but definitely voices. Voices she knew. lodged in her throat, and the world crumbling around her.
Her lashes were locked together with dried tears, and she blinked a few times to
dilute the salty sting and the blurriness of sleep. She focussed on the empty space ★★★
next to her and stroked her hand across the cold, crisp, and undisturbed sheets.
Perhaps the lingering scent of Draco’s t-shirt had deluded her subconscious, be- Draco sat up in bed and eyed the cold dent of Hermione’s outline in the mattress
cause a hopeful corner of her heart had almost expected him to be at her side, but with lowered eyebrows.
the reality of yester-time was impossible to ignore. Where the fuck…?
Draco wasn’t here. It was quarter to six and the sky was barely beginning to soften into a lighter
She didn’t know where he was. shade of blue, so just why was he alone in bed? And furthermore, why couldn’t he
And she had no idea if she would see him again. hear the sounds of a shower, or her shuffling around in the kitchenette?
The hollow ache that those facts left in her chest felt worse today, and she Scowling with irritation, he tossed aside the covers and tugged on the clothes
doubted the painful pangs would fade anytime soon. This nauseating sense of lone- he’d been wearing the day before in an effort to beat the winter air that had snuck
liness felt destructively permanent, like a festering tumour wedged between the tip into Granger’s room. Padding his bare feet across the floorboards and heading into
of her spine and the base of her skull. the living area, he almost stumbled when his lover’s pet blocked his path.
But. “Clever cat, my arse,” he mumbled, giving the half-kneazle a scolding look. “If
She balled her fists and buried it; locked it in the attic of her mind with her you’re so smart where’s-
thoughts of her parents and Harry and Ron. Because she had to. Because she’d He was cut off as Hermione surged into the room, panting wildly, cheeks shim-
promised herself she would. mering with tears and tripping over own her feet. “Oh thank Merlin you’re awake!”
The country was swarming with the promise of War, so what right did she have she wheezed, clambering towards him and grasping his jumper in her shaking fists.
to nurse a broken heart when people were dying and mourning lost loved-ones? At “We-we need to go-
least Draco was alive. At least there was a possibility that fate would allow their “What the hell?” he blurted, gripping her wrists and steadying her. He’d never
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seen her this way, and his insides twisted with dread as he absorbed her frantic be- and she cast a quick Drying Spell that didn’t erase the murmurs of his scent. For-
haviour. “Where have you been- getting the pyjamas that were in her charmed bag and removing her jeans, she gave
“We have to leave!” she shouted. “The Death Eaters. They-they’re coming! We into fatigue and sank into the sheets, slightly comforted that she would be wrapped
need to go! Now!” up in his shirt.
“Granger, just bloody breathe- Nuzzling her face into the pillow, she felt the final few lonely tears glide down
“You’re not listening to me! We have minutes!” she yelled, ripping herself out her cheeks. She fell asleep curled up into a tight ball with her palm across her
of his hold and flicking her wand to Summon his shoes and coat. “Put these on, bruised heart.
Draco! Quickly! I need to get you away from here! Just hurry!” On the right side of the bed.
The gravity of her words and the desperation in her voice smacked him in the
chest like an Impedimenta, and he did as she bade as she ran into her room and
returned with her charmed bag and a jacket. He’d barely fastened the first button
of his coat when she snatched his hand and began dragging him out of the room,
her fingers clamped around his so tight it cut off circulation.
“Crooks!” she called over her shoulder as she flung open the door. “Follow,
Crooks! Come on!”
Her intuitive pet cantered ahead as she yanked Draco into motion, both of them
breaking into a clumsy sprint and charging down the Castle’s barren passageways,
fuelled by fear and refusing to unlink their hands. Reaching the back doors, the
wind and rain hammered against them with relentless force as they skidded and
staggered across the mud-slicked grounds towards the Forbidden Forest. Passing
Hagrid’s hut, they dived into the trees, shoving aside the clawing talons of branches
and twigs that tried to hinder their escape. In the corner of her eye, Hermione reg-
istered a flash of burgundy, and she halted her burning legs to bring them to a too-
sudden stop.
She kept Draco’s hand clamped in hers.
“Fuck,” he cursed, narrowly avoiding slamming into her back. “Granger, what the-
“Red rock,” she murmured to herself, eyeing the towering Oak tree McGonagall
had mentioned. “Come here, Crooks,” she beckoned her pet, who had raced a few
yards ahead but quickly came scampering back to her side. “Stay here, boy. I’ll be
back soon.”
Satisfied that her magical familiar understood, she was pulling Draco and run-
ning again, blood seeping between their palms as their fingernails hooked into each
other’s skin. Another spasmodic crash of lightening and thunder exploded above
their heads, and Hermione blinked away the sodden strands of hair trapped be-
tween her lashes and itching her eyes. Her bones felt like fracturing glass and her
lungs were straining against her ribs, but she couldn’t stop running.
Keep going…
Have to get him away…
Need to get him to safety…
“Granger, stop!” Draco shouted behind her, digging his heels into the ground
and tearing his hand out of her vice-firm grip. “Just fucking stop!”

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for leaving her no other option but to Petrify him. Angry at McGonagall for sending Hermione whipped around and tried to unsuccessfully reconnect their fingers.
him here. Angry at his parents for dictating his prejudices. Angry at Potter and “Draco, we need-
Weasley because his lover was probably with them now. Angry at circumstances “This is far enough!” he snapped. “What the hell are we doing here?”
for ripping them apart. She felt her weather-battered face scrunch up with anguish as she tried to find
And beneath it all was this dangerous pining that pierced his everything. the words. Oh Godric…her heart was aching. Gazing at him now; hair ruffled by
Anger he could deal with, he knew it well, but the ache in his chest was a differ- the wind and his ashen features raw from the punch of the cold, he looked so hu-
ent story. He felt broken; barely human and clashing with the situation. man and perfect, and the emotion strangled her.
Don’t belong here. Belong with her. “We…we’re here to say goodbye,” she mumbled through quivering lips and
Giving his reflection another disgusted glance, he shook his head and headed chattering teeth, watching his brow furrow with uncertainty. “Our time is up.”
back to the room Andromeda had showed him to earlier. He hesitated in the long Draco shook his head stubbornly and his lip curled with defiance. “What are you-
hallway and absently wondered just who exactly was behind the other six or seven A shrill and prolonged crack severed his words, booming throughout the Forest
doors, but he was too distracted to give the question any heed. and vibrating the ground with its volume. He instinctively reached out for Hermi-
His new room was small and simple, containing a three-quarter bed that took one, grasping her elbows and drawing her close as the tremors subsided. Some-
up most of the space, a chest of drawers, and a few slanting shelves that were in dire where in the distance, he could hear the swarming hisses of approaching brooms
need of a Reparo. Hermione’s absence mocked him from every corner; none of her and what sounded like panicked shrieks from Hogwarts. Even the trees seemed to
little trinkets, no bookcases caving under the weight of an army of books, and no groan and flinch, and Draco scrutinized his surroundings with a suspicious stare,
peppermint and cherry scent. keeping Hermione locked in place against his chest.
His heartbeat faltered again, and he slowly shrugged off his coat, carefully hang- “What the fuck was that?” he growled as the eerie echoes died.
ing it on the door and letting his fingers trail across the fabric when he realised this “The Wards breaking,” she answered dazedly, glancing over her shoulder in the di-
was all he had that linked him directly to her. Tucking his wand under the pillow, rection of the Castle. “They’re here.” She gulped back the grief. “Draco, you need to go-
he then he slipped out of his clothes until he was left in his boxers, and eased himself “No,” he spat harshly, loosening his grip so he could bring his face close to hers.
into the mattress, gathering the itchy and abrasive blankets around him. “No! We need more time-
He kept his body on the left side of the bed, and absently stared at the empty “There is no more time,” she whimpered, her breath leaving her ghostly gasps.
space next to him before lids fell shut. “You have to get away from here, or they’ll find you-
He’d always slept on the left side in Granger’s bed. “I’m not ready!” he interrupted, lifting his hands to brush away the drenched
curls spattered across her face. Their blended blood smeared across her cheek,
★★★ and he absently remembered the day in the bathroom, when she had sliced their
palms and initiated their fated bond. Blood had been so different then. Now it
Hermione stood in the spare room, gazing vacantly at the wall as her hands met was irrelevant. “Come with me,” he blurted heedlessly. “Come with me and we
to fidget in front of her. She was almost scared to settle into the bed, aware that days can hide-
are broken up by sleep, and memories become less vivid as time crawls along. But “I can’t!” she yelled, breaking free of his arms. “We talked about this, Draco!
her body was a whisper away from surrendering to the mental and physical exhaus- We agreed-
tion, and she needed to be well-rested tomorrow. There would be no place for her “Well I changed my fucking mind!” he retorted fiercely. “What do you want me
tears amongst the discussions of War and Order’s plans. Tomorrow, she would be to do, Granger? Do you want me to get on my fucking knees and beg?”
the prepared Gryffindor. Tomorrow, she would be fine. “No!” she choked on a whine. “I want you to be safe! That’s all I want!”
Peeling her jumper away and discarding it at the foot of the bed, she went to the “And I want you to be safe!” he screamed back. “Don’t fight in this War, Her-
next layer of clothing, but stilled her movements when she realised it was his t-shirt. mione! Don’t-
She drew in a sharp breath when she caught a trace of Draco’s scent in the morn- “You know I have to-
ings; masculine musk with a hint of minty spice, and something that reminded her “BULLSHIT!”
of new books. “Draco, please,” she whispered, reaching into her pocket and fingering her
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 “I need you, Hermione!” he barked his confession. Fuck you, Salazar. “Is that Numbly wandering into the bathroom, she bent over the sink and stared at the
what you want to hear? Is that what it will take?” pristine porcelain for a long moment. When she lifted her head to confront her
“I didn’t want to say goodbye like this,” she murmured, more to herself as she reflection, her gasp misted the mirror. Her face was smeared with cracked mud and
withdrew her wand with quaking fingers. “I didn’t want it to be this hard- crumbling blood, her eyes swollen with grey rims, and her lips an icy shade of violet.
“What the hell are you doing?” he questioned, eyeing her with a wary and cau- The rain she’d left behind in Scotland had done little but speckle the mess staining
tious glare. “Lower your wand, Granger!” her features, but her curls and clothes were slicked against her skin like tar. She
“I’m sorry,” she moaned, straightening her wrist. “I’m so sorry, Draco, but I couldn’t decide if she looked like one of those warriors who marked their skin be-
need you to be safe- fore a battle, or if she looked like a battered soul lingering in the aftermath.
“Don’t you DARE, Hermione- Combing aside her rowdy hair and twisting the taps, she cupped her palms and
“Petrificus Totalus!” she cried, and Draco’s body went taut and still as the spell smothered her face with the water. It was freezing, and the sucked the air between
took effect. He reminded her of one of those toy soldiers; firm and proud, but com- her teeth, but she ignored it and rinsed away the red-tinged dirt with desperate and
pletely lifeless in the eyes, and she knew this would haunt her. trembling hands. Pausing between laboured breaths and checking the progress in
Her hand fell limp at her side, and she clenched her eyes tight as scalding tears the mirror, her agitated actions calmed when inch by inch of her fawny skin was
blurred her vision and smudged the bloodstain he’d branded her with. Abandoning cleansed, until there was simply a peppering of mud that mingled with her freckles.
her plan to feign composure, she slowly neared him and nuzzled her face into the She dabbed at them with her fingertips as her eyes fell to a small mark on her
junction of his neck and sobbed against his throat. neck; the fading crest of a love-bite. A pang of longing smacked her, and she titled
This wasn’t how she’d intended them to part ways. her chin to get a better look. She normally disguised them with a Glamour Charm,
The wind swallowed them, the rain was slashing at their skin and the cold was but she wouldn’t cover this one. She hoped it would stay a while.
rousing violent shivers to harass every inch of her body. Draco was inevitably silent Godric, she missed him.
and motionless under the spell, and she would have sacrificed almost anything just Only minutes had passed since they’d parted, not even an hour, but she felt the
to feel his arm snake around her waist. It was unromantic and bitter, but she locked weight of the miles between them.
the precious seconds into her memory, cringing when more sinister sounds from The Sun must have breached the horizon, because a loud blast of rays burst
Hogwarts interrupted her tender touches, and she was forced to realise that their through the window and hit the mirror. The light was the colour of flames, and it
clock had stopped. illuminated her face like the fires of war.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled again, raising her chin and stroking her trembling Her eyes dropped back down to the porcelain, and it was the colour of rust.
fingers across the line of his law and his lower lip. “But this is the only way.”
She could physically feel her heart splintering as she studied his frozen expres- ★★★
sion one final time and silently pleaded with her brain to remember every aspect of
the face she’d woken up to for the last several weeks and come to… With a final sweep of the damp cloth, Draco studied his ashen skin in the mirror
“If-if we both come out of this War alive,” she breathed, despising the word if. and scowled. He’d been tempted to leave his and Hermione’s mixed blood where it
“I… I want you in my life.” was, but he’d resented the mud that had blended with it, and the dark undertones
Reaching into her bag, she removed his wand and slipped it into the pocket of his to that thought had made him uneasy.
trousers and then returned to she rummage for the Portkey. Carefully peeling away He hunted for hints of Granger in his reflection; a slight bump on his lower lip
the cloth and staring down at the innocent-looking Galleon with resentment, she from a kiss, a small scratch beneath his ear from a pre-lust kiss, and the scar from
pinched it between the flimsy material, and hovered it hesitantly over his knuckles. third year. She was everywhere and yet nowhere.
Sucking in a shaky breath to soothe her withering soul, she spread her free palm Another flashback of their last seconds together made his eyes pulse behind his lids.
across the side of his face and brushed her thumb up the ridge of his cheekbone. Petrificus Totalus!
Tilting forward on the tips of her toes, she pressed her quivering lips against his I want you in my life.
unresponsive ones to cherish the last kiss; barely a connection, but it warmed her I love you.
for that sliver of a moment. He groaned and rested his forehead against the mirror. He was so fucking angry.
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arms around her, a comforting shock of purple hair against her cheek and a baby Pulling back, she cheated herself into believing that the raindrops freckling his
bump curving into her abdomen. “Thank Merlin you’re okay. Where have you milky skin might be tears, and the final weak strings of her heart snapped.
been? McGonagall sent her Patronus ages ago.” Her heart had broken, and the pain was crippling.
The younger witch tried to find her voice. “I…I got a little lost,” she murmured, Time’s up…
falling into the hug. “I had trouble finding the Apparation point.” “I love you,” she sighed sadly, before she slapped the coin against his skin,
“But you’re okay?” Tonks asked, pulling back to study her friend. “You’re not flinching as the air shifted to accommodate the Portkey’s pull.
hurt or anything? No offence, sweetheart, but you like hell.” And then he was gone.
“I’m fine,” Hermione lied, because she didn’t know what else she could say. “I’m
fine. I just… I tripped, but I’m fine.”
It’s funny; how the repetition of a word can make it unreliable and contradictory.
“Are you sure?”
Even though Hermione knew Tonks was oblivious to her involvement with
Draco, she feared it was written in between every worry-wrinkle of her expression.
She felt transparent. Fixing her posture defiantly and setting her lips into a thin line,
she adopted the pretence of a witch who was in control.
“I’m sure,” she nodded.
“Alright,” said Tonks, evidently unconvinced but quelling her questions. Her-
mione felt a reassuring arm drape across her shoulders, and she was gently guided
to her friend’s humble home. “Let’s get out of the cold.”
“Okay. Where’s Lupin?”
“He went to the Burrow when we got the warning,” she explained, her tone
laden with concern. “He thought Arthur might need help setting up some more
Wards. We’re trying to contact everyone, but it’s difficult.”
Hermione prayed her next words didn’t sound too hopeful. “Is there any news
on Ron and Harry?”
“No,” Tonks sighed, squeezing Hermione’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
She didn’t blink. “I didn’t think there would be.”
“I’m sure they’re fine.” That word again. Crookshanks skimmed between their
legs as they entered the house. “I have some tea, if you’d like some?”
“No, thank you,” she declined, barely noticing the buzz of a freshly-cast Warm-
ing Charm as she stepped over the threshold. “I know we need to discuss what’s
going on, but I’m really tired-
“Of course,” said Tonks sympathetically. “We can talk about it after you’ve had
some sleep. Do you remember where the spare room is?”
She nodded and grasped the banister of the stairs. “First door on the left. I
just… I need to use the bathroom first.”
“Help yourself to whatever you need. This is your home now.”
Hermione knew that Tonks had intended to be reassuring, but she had to stifle
a deflated grimace as she climbed the groaning stairs. This was not her home. Eve-
rything seemed so surreal; as fragile as clouds, and simply a distorted reality that
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 swallow too much and it will devastate your insides. And maybe kill you. Despite
his best efforts, he couldn’t quite bring himself to despise the witch in front of him,
perhaps because there was simply no space within him for any more damaging
thoughts. Perhaps it was because he knew she was right.
“I know this isn’t easy for you, but I promised McGonagall that I would keep
you safe,” she told him, releasing an exasperated breath. “And it would do you well
to remember the risks Hermione took to get you here.”
A scathing retort readied itself on the tip of his tongue, but somewhere at the
back of his skull, he could hear Hermione willing him to accept the circum-
MILES stances. Grinding his teeth as another wave of longing for his lover thumped his
stomach, he lowered his wand, and his lids suddenly felt like lead. “What’s the
catch to your… hospitality?”
“No catch,” Andromeda assured him. “All I ask is that you respect the others
and my home.”
“The others?”
“You’ll see,” she said. “I will explain everything properly in the morning when
you’ve had a chance to settle in. I have a room ready for you.”
It was only then Draco realised he was in a garden, and that behind his Aunt
HER GLAZED EYES LINGERED ON WHERE HE HAD BEEN. was a rather large yet modest cottage, drowned in darkness save one flickering glow
There was nothing now; just a mocking gap sliced by spitting raindrops and a on the ground floor. The temptation to continue the argument with Andromeda
whining lash of wind that seemed far too eager to invade the void. The smell of the scalded his tongue, if only to grasp some flimsy dignity, but his need for a bed and
storm was beginning to drown away the remains of his scent, and the tingle of his some isolation to sift through his thrumming thoughts made him waver.
warmth against her cheek was fading fast. Her body was frozen as if he was still “Fine,” he mumbled reluctantly, bowing his head. “Just…fine.”
there; the hand that had pressed the Portkey against his knuckles still outstretched “Good,” Andromeda nodded, although her tone implied that things were far
and trembling, and her chin still tilted from her whispered words of goodbye. from good. “Come on then, Draco. You look like you could do with some rest.”
I love you… Too worn and weary to resist any longer, his feet moved of their own accord,
She couldn’t move. and Draco absently realised that some of Hermione’s scent lingered in the fabric
Couldn’t rip her eyes away from the empty space. of his coat. The coat she’d gifted him with at Christmas. The agonising and re-
Just stared at it… lentless craving for Granger’s presence intensified and almost doubled him over,
But the hot singe of tears forced her to blink, and the world began to move again. but he clenched his jaw and straightened his spine, sinking himself deeper into
Dropping the thin sheet of material that had been wrapped around the Portkey, the lining of the coat.
her arm fell limply to her side, and she choked on the lump in her throat. A scream He felt Andromeda’s palm rest against his back as she guided him to her home,
was lodged somewhere in her chest, but her lungs were too strained to release it, and while he knew he should shrug it away, he let it be.
and the suffocating sensation burned so hard, she could barely breathe.
And, oh Merlin, the ache in her heart was excruciating; like everything within ★★★
her was collapsing in on itself.
Her knees caved, and she fell hard to the ground, ignoring the mud slithering up her Her arms went limp, and Crookshanks landed gracelessly on her toes.
jeans and pressing into her palms as she doubled over, barely managing to catch herself Hermione gazed blindly at nothing, lips slightly parted, and every muscle rigid
with her weary arms. Her eyes fell to the indentations of Draco’s footprints; the only to keep her standing. Godric knew she was trying to collect herself, but her body
indication he’d been here mere moments ago, but the rain was pounding away the outline, was refusing to cooperate, and she didn’t dare move.
and within seconds they had blended with the damp earth, and she was completely alone. “Hermione!” a familiar voice called, breaking her trance. Suddenly there were

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and grooves that were so similar to Bellatrix’s, yet notably more delicate and lacking The wind turned crueller at that point, and she wrapped her arms around her
the menacing edge that had always made him uncomfortable. trembling body in a futile effort to ease the bite of the cold and the loneliness. A
“You?” he hissed, too drained to put any real force behind it. “They sent me to you?” howl of thunder drowned out a broken-hearted sob that made her stomach heave,
“Yes,” Andromeda nodded uncomfortably, keeping her wary stare on his wand. and her eyes clenched tight as she tried to ride out her violent shudders.
“McGonagall- “Oh Godric, it hurts,” she sputtered to no one, holding herself tighter. “It hurts.”
“Has a sick sense of humour,” he finished. “I don’t need your help.” Annabelle Snowbloom’s words whispered somewhere as the back of her brain.
The Aunt he’d never known arched a slim eyebrow. “You are underestimating It feels like dying, only worse.
how bad things have gotten, Draco,” she said slowly. “Believe me when I say that She stayed there for some stolen seconds, simply trying to regain a sense of rea-
you do need my help- son as she numbly rocked back and forth, but there was no time to seek some com-
“Why the hell would you offer to help me anyway?” he questioned, narrowing posure. The echoes of disorder from Hogwarts disrupted the rhythmic patter of
his eyes. rain, and Hermione reluctantly opened her eyes and glanced in the direction of the
“I was reluctant at first,” she admitted on a sigh. “But in spite of the past, you school. She remembered then; remembered that she couldn’t stay here, and she
are still family, Draco. And apparently you and I have something in common now- scolded herself for letting the heartache consume her.
“What are you talking about?” Sucking in a breath that felt so deep it stretched her ribs, she gritted her teeth
Andromeda hesitated. “McGonagall told me about your…relationship with and forced tension into her muscles to stop them shaking. She raised her hands and
Hermione- roughly palmed away the tell-tale tears, but every inch of her was speckled with
“YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY RELATIONSHIP WITH GRANGER!” raindrops, and she couldn’t tell them apart as her sodden curls slapped against her
he barked, straightening his wand-arm. “FUCKING NOTHING!” cheeks. A frustrated whine scratched the backs of her teeth when she realised it was
“Calm down!” futile, and she dragged her hair out of her eyes, gagging on the lump in her wind-
“DON’T TELL ME- pipe that wouldn’t shift.
“Keep your voice down!” she scolded. “You will not wake the others! You might Drenched to the soul and trying so hard to ignore the nausea that made her
not like it, Draco, but I was in the exact same position as you many years ago, so I head swim, she swallowed several more hefty gulps of air and slowly hauled herself
know what you’re feeling- to her unstable feet. Smothering a moan when her limbs protested, she willed her
“You don’t have a bloody clue- legs to remain sturdy and keep her balanced, and with a final dejected look at the
“And if McGonagall hadn’t told me about your relationship with Hermione, empty space, she clenched her fists with determination, and spun on her heels.
then you wouldn’t be here,” Andromeda said in an even voice. “They both seem Her movements were clumsy as she jogged back the way she had came, barely
confident that you have changed your ways to some extent, and I am willing to give noticing the clawing thorns and thistles of the Forest as she stumbled in what she
you the benefit of the doubt- hoped was the right direction. Her bearings were compromised and her vision was
“How big of you- still hazy at the seams, but she trudged blindly through the thick, squelching dirt
“But I made it clear that if you put a foot wrong,” she continued. “Then you would and searched desperately for the red rock.
be on your own. I want to help you, Draco, but I have other people to consider.” “Crookshanks,” she called with a croaky voice, minding to keep her tone hushed
“This is bullshit,” he scoffed. as the eerie sounds from Hogwarts grew louder. “Crooks.”
Andromeda clicked her tongue. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are?” A small meow responded somewhere to her left and she corrected her path, and
“Lucky?” he spat bitterly. “You think Voldemort wanting me dead is lucky?” she staggered through biting brambles and poison ivy as inhuman noises began to
“I’m talking about the people who are trying to help you,” she frowned. “Con- bustle around the Forbidden Forest. She had no idea if the magical creatures that
sidering the things you have done, I would call that very lucky.” dwelled here had sensed the attack and were panicking, or if there were Death Eat-
Draco’s glare faltered and dropped back down to the grass. “You don’t know ers whipping through the trees, almost breathing down her collar.
everything that happened- Summoning the final and flimsy remains of her energy, she drove herself onward
“I know enough,” she cut him off, her expression softening slightly. “And I under- with a pained growl, gripping her wand tighter. She burst through a stubborn wall of
stand that you were put in an awful situation, but that doesn’t excuse your actions.” leaves and branches, coughing on a sigh of relief when Crookshanks bounded over to her,
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 “It-it’s okay, Crooks,” she stammered, and she would swear her cat was looking sponse. The spell had been immune to tenacity and desperation; he knew she had
past her to search for Draco. “He’s gone,” she mumbled, and the words sent a de- been kissing dead lips, and he hated that.
structive bolt of angst to her chest. “C-come on, boy. We need to go.” And then…
Gathering her pet in her arms, she made her way to the rock beneath the omi- I love you…
nous bow of the Oak tree and felt the air tingle with differing magic. She clutched He stiffened. He didn’t know what to do with those three words; three words
Crookshanks tighter as she struggled to pacify her racing thoughts and frantic that clawed at his brain but warmed…everything else. So calming and yet chaotic.
breaths, preparing herself to Apparate. It changed everything and yet nothing, because she had still sent him here. Alone.
With a goodbye glance in the direction of Hogwarts, and a silent payer that If he’d been concerned about the state of his mind when he had first been shoved
Draco was safe, she left their broken haven behind. into that room with her, this reality was so much worse, like a Crucio to his psyche.
A part of him wanted to track her down and tell her he didn’t want her love,
★★★ that he didn’t fucking deserve it, and that she was insane for wanting him in her
life. He’d be the red and putrid stain on her white dress. The shard of glass wedged
Draco landed on buckling ankles. into her vein. He was not worthy of her. He knew that now. Had probably known
Toppling forward onto his knees, he just managed to brace himself on his fore- it all along.
arms before his face smacked into the dirt. Fisting his hands around crispy tufts of Another part of him wanted to find her and lick their wounds, maybe kick his
grass, the muscles of his back tensed as he tried to fight the churning spasms in his pride to the corner again to echo her need. Because he did need her, and not in the
stomach. He gagged and retched as the brutal dry-heaves vibrated through him and romantic, naïve sense that stirred vomit, but the painful and crippling way that bat-
bile scorched his tonsils. tered brains and stabbed at the soul. He’d blurted it once and he’d blurt it again if
Spitting against the soil and panting heavily, his watering eyes focused on the he had to. Pride suddenly seemed so irrelevant compared to the fucking agony
unfamiliar soil, and he watched drops of sweat, rain or possible tears splash against swarming in his ribcage.
the backs of his hands. Fury and regret bubbled in his veins so hard it felt destruc- Maybe he even loved…
tive, like venom eating away at his nerves and cells. He didn’t know, and whatever was coursing through his veins was completely
“Fucking hell, Granger!” he hissed to no one, punching the ground. “Fuck.” foreign to him. Labelling it with some over-used word that was so carelessly tossed
Again. “Fuck.” And then again. Until his knuckles were on fire and blood dribbled between strangers these days seemed insufficient for the feelings that had brought
between the dents. “Fuck, Hermione.” him to his knees. It reminded him of that odd sensation when fire is so hot that it
His vocal chords knotted and his rant died in his throat. Too angry. Too trou- feels like ice, or when ice is so cold it feels like fire. Nature’s paradox.
bled. Too lost. He lifted his chin and tried to scan the surroundings, but his sight If this was love, then it felt like insanity. It felt like torture. Or bliss. All the same.
was distorted and speckled with white dots, and he could barely see a few feet in He just wanted to return and do…something. Something to prolong their in-
front of him. All he could discern was a carpet of grass and the sickly shade of indigo tertwined heartbeats.
that dawn had painted across the sky. His wand. She’d put it in his pocket.
There was no storm here, just a cruel wind that clawed at his drenched skin, but His hand raced to grab it, feeling the comforting crackle of long-missed magic
he still smelled of Scottish rain and Hermione’s soap. tingle his fingertips. Clutching it in his lap, he tried to steady his thoughts before
He didn’t belong here. trying to Apparate, but then there was hand on his shoulder, and he froze.
His mind cruelly began to replay what had happened mere minutes ago with “The Wards won’t let you go back,” a soft, feminine voice spoke. “And she will
unforgiving flashbacks that made his temple throb. He recalled the flick of her wand have left by now.”
as she’d Petrified him, and the dangerous swell of dread that had twisted his gut. Draco whipped his body around and scrambled to stand, barely managing to
He remembered how she had nestled against his statue-stiff form, her features raw maintain his footing as he blinked away the salty haze in his eyes. Suspicion and
with emotion, and broken words feathering across his jaw. shock creased his brow when he realised who had disturbed him, her face only rec-
She had kissed him, and he had fought the spell so hard that his bones had felt ognisable to him from an accidental encounter in Diagon Alley and a tattered pho-
close to shattering beneath his flesh, just to twitch his mouth and give her a re- tograph he’d found in his mother’s handbag when he’d been rummaging for a spare
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 “I wanted to tell you that…perhaps you were right,” he muttered, almost half- “Tough luck,” she sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose. “There are clean
hoping she wouldn’t hear him. “Perhaps you and I are not so different.” clothes in the drawers. If you’re not dressed and ready in fifteen minutes, I will kick
you out of bed-
★★★ “I’m not ready!” he exclaimed, clenching his fists and slamming them against
the mattress. He felt some of the fight leave him, and his shoulders slumped as the
Hermione was reading the copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard that Dumble- next mumbled confession left his lips. “I just…I just want to be left alone. I am
dore had left her in his will. not… ready to deal with this situation.”
The story of the three brothers and their deal with death had become a favourite Andromeda’s features softened slightly. “I am trying to help you-
of hers, and melancholic legends and the white glow of her Lumos were good com- “If you want to help me; leave-
pany at midnight while Harry and Ron slept. It was her turn to keep watch tonight, “I’m not dropping this, Draco,” she told him firmly. “But I will offer you a very gen-
which suited her just fine. She had almost become paranoid that she would mumble erous compromise; if you come down for breakfast this once, then I won’t hassle you
Draco’s name in her sleep when the nightmares ensnared her subconscious. She again. I will leave food outside your door, and you can stay in here to mope all you like.”
was also doing her best to avoid spending too much time alone with Ron, always “And if I refuse?” he asked.
making sure Harry was nearby or making excuses when he tried to initiate some- “Then I will drag you out of bed today and every other day until you get the
thing that could lead to something beyond the realms of friendship. message,” she warned. “And you might think you’d be able to hold me off, but I
Adapting to this new set of changes had been more difficult than she’d antici- have several people downstairs who would help me, and I doubt you want your
pated, despite the familiar company of Harry and Ron. Conversation had been a wand confiscated when you’ve only just had it back.”
little awkward on her part, as she would over think everything she said, careful not “I am getting so fucking sick of people telling me what to do,” he snarled, nos-
to mention something that could somehow contain any hints of her time with trils flaring as he dropped his face into his palms. “I bet you’re loving this; watching
Draco. For the most part, she had simply listened to the boys as they’d explained the son of the sister who betrayed you in such a pathetic state.”
what had happened in her absence. Andromeda released a heavy breath. “That’ not true but I really don’t have time
They had told her about their short stay at Grimmauld Place, and how they for this,” she said, turning and heading for the door. “I will wait outside your room,
had established that R.A.B. had been Regulus Black’s initials. They had described and if you’re not dressed and ready in ten minutes, we will do this the hard way.”
how a short interrogation with Kreacher had led them to Mundungus Fletcher, Draco heard the click of the door and groaned into his palms, feeling hot anger
an original member of the Order who had turned to petty theft. A quick trip to burn behind his eyes as his thoughts dragged him back to Hermione. Never would
Diagon Alley, and they had recovered the Horcrux, but they had struggled to find he have imagined craving the shrill pitch of Granger’s voice when she was agitated,
a method to destroy it, and the negative energy had caused some severe friction but he did. He thought of those first few weeks in her dorm; insanity creeping up
between her two best friends, although they had seemed hesitant to tell her what on him with every word she spoke and every clash of their paths, and the sour-
they had argued about. tasting irony almost made him chuckle with dark mirth.
They had decided to leave Grimmauld Place and had flitted between various Funny how what had once made him question the state of his mind now seemed
locations when it became clear that Voldemort would eventually overthrow the the only thing that felt rational and genuine.
Ministry. They had camped in woodland areas on the outskirts of the cities, oc- Fate was a temperamental bitch with a fetish for mind-fucking.
casionally returning to Grimmauld Place to search for any clues about a method Apparently, this was how it felt to miss a lover; like someone had fired a brutal
to destroy the Locket. They’d been camping in Epping Forest when they’d dis- Impedimenta right to his chest, and then crushed the reasonable part of his brain
covered The Sword of Gryffindor, and her brow furrowed when she realised and the irrational section of his heart under their heel. He wanted to scream into
they’d never explained- his pillow loud enough to slit and scratch his windpipe, or slam his fists into the
A twig snapped behind her, and she dropped the book and whipped around, wall until his knuckles splintered his flesh, and he felt somewhere close to rational
her wand trained on her harmless target. or balanced again.
“Whoa,” Harry whispered, holding up his hands. “It’s just me, Hermione- He needed to regain control.
“Bloody hell, Harry, you made me jump,” she breathed, lowering her wand as He could picture Hermione in his head, telling him to accept the offer of a de-
he came to sit beside her on the grass. “Everything okay?” cent meal and drop the abrasive front, probably with her hands on her hips and

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rolling her pretty hazels at him. He would wager his questionable inheritance that “It’s alright,” Blaise spoke up. “We’ll leave you-
she would mention the day after she’d been forced to Obliviate her parents, echoing “No, it’s fine,” Ted stopped him, taking Andromeda’s elbow. “We’ll go outside.” He
what he’d said to get the grief out of her system on that blissful day in the shower. hesitated, and flashed the sullen Slytherin a final cheerful smile. “I’ll see you all soon.”
Trust me when I say the inactivity will only do more damage. The moment the couple had left the room, there was a collective whisper of
So, what? You’re just going to sit in your room and mope all day? released breaths, and the prior silence was shattered as everything started to move
Snap out of it. You have more strength than this. again. Tracy was sniffing a little and doing a shoddy job at hiding it, and Miles led
“Draco,” Andromeda called from the other side of the door, interrupting his her out of the room, closely followed by Millicent. A moment later, Draco flinched
trance. “You have five minutes left.” when Theo abruptly pounded his fist into the wall and stormed out the door, spit-
Another painful spasm of hunger made him cringe, and he exhaled with defeat, ting out a list of profanities as he went.
realising too that his limbs felt weak and sluggish from days without nutrition. His “Theo!” Blaise called after him, but all that responded was a few thuds of inan-
bones cracked and protested as he left the bed, absently selecting a simple pair of imate objects being hurled to the floor, and Blaise growled as he turned to Luna.
black trousers and a turtleneck of the same colour from the chest of drawers. “I’m going to make sure he doesn’t do something stupid.”
Heading to meet his Aunt, he glimpsed his translucent reflection in the window And then it was just Draco and Lovegood.
pane and froze. Blurry, bloodshot eyes stared back at him as he studied his face; his He focussed on his shoes and chewed his tongue, waiting for her to leave her
expression gaunt and tormented, and his normally groomed hair dishevelled and seat and go after them, but she barely moved.
knotted. He looked tenuous and flimsy, like a limbo-lingering ghost. “You didn’t shake his hand,” Luna remarked in her usual dreamy tone.
And he didn’t give a flying fuck. “I barely knew the man.”
“If you think I am bluffing, you are mistaken,” Andromeda warned, and Draco “But you would have liked to,” she said, and her blunt comment threw him
glowered at the door before he grabbed his wand. “You have one minute.” for a moment.
Muttering a chorus of profanities under his breath, he straightened his posture He shot her a cold look. “What are you getting at, Lovegood?”
and joined his Aunt in the corridor, fixing her with an incensed glare. “Happy now?” “Nothing. It was just an observation,” she shrugged, and the distant snap of Ap-
“This is hardly for my benefit,” she said calmly, starting down the hall. “But yes, parition punctuated her words. “That will be Ted leaving.”
I am glad you decided to get out of bed and show a bit of backbone- “No shit-
“I’m only doing this to shut you up,” he quickly pointed out as they walked. “Maybe you should go and see if Andromeda needs anything-
“Remember, you said you’d leave me alone if I had breakfast this one time.” “And what the fuck could I possibly offer her?” he spat defensively.
“I know what I said.” “Sometimes, another presence is all someone needs,” Luna mumbled as she
“Then let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, breezing past her and guessing the walked past him. “Even if it is a reluctant one.”
route to the kitchen. Finally alone, Draco found himself waiting for, his aunt to return from outside,
“Draco,” Andromeda said, coming up to his side. “I feel I should tell you that tapping his foot impatiently against the floorboards and contemplating whether he
the others already know you are here, but I haven’t told them where you’ve been should bother at all. After five minutes of staring at the door, his curiosity, and
until now or who with. I thought it was best for you to decide how much you wanted perhaps something else, got the better of him, and he huffed out an agitated breath
to reveal to them.” as he decided to see exactly what was keeping Andromeda.
His brow creased with confusion. “These people know me?” He found her sitting on the stone steps at the front of the house; the steps he
“Oh yes,” she nodded. “And you know them.” had routinely rested upon when everyone had retired to bed, and he had masochis-
“Then why not just tell me who they are?” tically lost his mind to thoughts and memories of Granger. He could tell from the
“Partly because it’s easier just to show you,” she shrugged, but he noticed the slight trembling of her shoulders and her bowed head that she was crying, and
wrinkled corner of her mouth twitch. “And partly for my own amusement.” something that almost felt like empathy caught him completely off guard.
His bit down on his back teeth at that remark but didn’t respond as they came “What do you want, Draco?” she asked suddenly.
to a stop in front of the door he presumed led to the kitchen. The seductive smell He licked his teeth and wondered what he had actually planned to accomplish
of porridge and coffee wafted into the corridor and instantly triggered more mem- from this, but his shoulders slumped in defeat, and the truth found him before he
ories of slow Sundays in Granger’s dorm, crunching burnt toast and smirking at could reject it.

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all his birth-taught prejudices, and then she would just rip them away like flimsy her morning-mussed hair. He was suddenly very aware that his witch would not be
poppy petals, and he was left sore with confusion. on the other side of the door, drowning in one of his oversized t-shirts and nursing
Draco shifted his attention to his uncle, who was ruffling Davis’s hair, and mumbling a cup of tea with a book perched in her lap. He didn’t have a clue who was inside
some parting words to Bletchley and Bulstrode. Beside Draco, Theo was rigid with ten- Andromeda’s kitchen, but it wouldn’t be Hermione with a lazy, forgiving smile, and
sion; fists clenched and quaking slightly, and his teeth grinding behind his pursed lips. an odd bout of anxiety flooded his gut.
His eyes fell to Blaise and Lovegood, noting that their fingers were intertwined - almost “Wait,” he said, before his Aunt could grip the doorknob. “The people in there;
hidden, except from Draco’s angle - and Blaise was stroking absent-minded circles do they know the things I have done?”
against the back of her hand. Their fingers disentangled as Ted approached them, Andromeda’s wrinkles deepened with her puzzled frown. “Yes, they know
and Lovegood fell into his warm hug with that familiar distracted smile of hers. about what happened with Dumbledore.”
“Remember to stay away from unripe blueberries and mistletoe,” she said as she “Right,” he mumbled, disgusted by the unease in his tone. “Then they hate me.”
pulled away. “You don’t want to upset some nargles.” “No,” she disputed quickly, as though she had predicted his comment. “They
Draco arched an eyebrow, but resisted the urge to scoff at her comment. are like me, Draco; confused and wary, but willing to give you a chance to prove
“I’ll do that,” Ted replied with a fond smile, leaning forward to shake Blaise’s that you are not the evil brat everyone thinks you are.”
hand. “Help Andromeda keep these lot in line while I’m gone.” She barely gave him a moment to ponder that statement before she was nudging
“Of course,” Blaise frowned. “Good luck, mate.” him forward, opening the door and thrusting him into the kitchen. Draco was in-
Draco straightened his spine when Ted turned to him next, nearing him with a stantly struck speechless; his pupils dilating and his jaw going slack as he took in
serious expression that made Draco feel a little apprehensive and awkward. the occupants of the room and tried to comprehend the implausibility of this situ-
“You look after my wife,” Ted said in a hushed tone, so only they would hear. ation. Five sets of suspicious and guarded eyes gaped back at him, and he didn’t
“Look after your Aunt, okay?” even attempt to hide his bafflement as his erratic attention darted from one familiar
Uncertain what to say, Draco slowly inhaled and simply nodded his head, and face to the next.
the small gesture seemed to be enough to appease his uncle. Shifting his weight with Andromeda had been right; he knew them. He knew them well.
discomfort, he averted his eyes as Ted finally moved over to Theo, and Draco His brain was roaring with questions as he fixated first on Tracey Davis, bal-
cocked his head so he could discreetly catch the hushed words of their conversation. anced on the kitchen counter and nervously tapping her fingers against her knee.
“…your temper, count to ten,” Ted advised. “And just try to think before you speak- Stood beside her with a more pronounced scowl was Millicent Bulstrode, and on
“Yes, yes,” Theo grumbled dismissively, and Draco didn’t have to see him to the other side of Tracey was Miles Bletchley, his back straight and his chin tilted, as
know he was rolling his eyes. “Hug a Hufflepuff and all that bollocks- if prepared for a confrontation.
“You are a good lad, Theo,” Ted cut him off. “I can see that, ‘Dromeda can see Draco’s bewildered eyes then drifted to the two figures sat at the table, focussing
that, and all them here can see that. You need to have more faith in yourself.” on Theodore Nott, who was leaning back almost nonchalantly in his chair, arms
“Whatever,” Theo mumbled after a sigh and Draco glanced at them to find them folded across his chest but his eyebrows high on his forehead with surprise. And
shaking hands. “Just come back alive, alright?” finally, Draco landed on Blaise Zabini, and he bristled under his old classmate’s
“Sure,” Ted agreed casually. Too casually. And he gave Theo firm pat on the dark, calculating stare. Blaise’s chin was rested against the back of his hand, his lips
shoulder before he headed back towards Andromeda, pausing midway and scruti- twitching as he licked his teeth, and his features fixed in a trained and unflinching
nising the silent inhabitants of the room with critical eyes. “Well, you lot look mask of indifference. Only from years of experience did Draco notice the mistrust-
bloody miserable. You know, I’ll be back before you even notice I’ve gone.” ful and pensive strain of the other wizard’s features.
Nobody said a word for some slow and stretched seconds, and for some reason, And it suddenly dawned on him.
Draco found himself staring at Blaise and Lovegood’s rejoined hands. Just when the These people, who he had once considered acquaintances and even friends,
silence began to ring in their ears, Andromeda reached forward to tug on her hus- were not who he remembered, and it was so obvious as they each regarded him with
band’s arm, and all the persistent optimism on his face drained away. doubt and intrigue suitable for a stranger who had stumbled across their den, in-
“Come on, love,” she bade, her voice trembling slightly. “You have to go, and I stead of the respect and camaraderie they’d shared in Hogwarts. They were no
would like to say my goodbyes.” longer who they had been, and he was no longer one of them.
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 “Well, spank my arse and call me Morgana,” Theo’s droll voice filled the air.
“We thought you were fucking with us, ‘Dromeda.”
“For Godric’s sake, Theo,” she muttered, moving further into the kitchen and
leaving Draco stunned in the doorway. “How many times must I warn you about
your language?”
“Excuse me for trying to break the awkward silence,” he shrugged. “This is go-
ing to be an interesting morning.”
Draco felt his voice-box click back into action. “What the hell is going on?” he
blurted. “What the fuck are you lot doing here?”
“I think the more pressing question is what are you doing here?” Theo fired
back, stretching his arms over his head. “Everyone thought you were dead.”
ADAPT
He flinched, absently glancing at Blaise, who had yet to even blink. “Everyone?”
“Pretty much,” Tracey spoke up, and Draco noted that Bletchley subtly adjusted
into a protective stance beside her. “They said you got caught in the crossfire when
you were trying to escape from Hogwarts.”
“But then how-
“Hang on,” Theo interrupted swiftly, leaning his elbows against the table. “I be-
lieve it was our turn to ask a question.”
“This isn’t a fucking game, Nott,” Draco snapped, too flustered to keep his cool. A week later…
“I want to know what the hell is going on-
“And so do we-
“Well, you’re being an arsehole about it- DRACO RESTED HIS WEIGHT AGAINST THE WALL, HIS EYES FIXED ON
“Call me an arsehole again, and I’ll break your face, Malfoy- his Aunt, who was clearly fighting back the tears.
“Enough,” Andromeda hushed their ricocheting jibes. “Look, you are going to Andromeda had told them yesterday that Ted was going on the run. They’d
have to figure out a way to talk this out properly. I need to head back to the other received an anonymous warning, possibly from the Order, that the Ministry had
house, and I’d like to believe you’re all old enough to handle this maturely.” been informed of Ted’s whereabouts, and it was only a matter of time before they
“Don’t hold your breath- came looking for him. Theo had been quick to react, and he had dented the wall
“Shut it, Theo,” Blaise finally spoke, shooting his companion a warning glare. with his fist, demanding to know why Ted couldn’t remain with them in the safe-
“How long will you be, ‘Dromeda?” house. Ted had had to calm him down, explaining that if Voldemort’s followers
“Just a few hours,” she said, and Draco realised how peculiarly comfortable his knew he was being concealed, they would probably conduct a thorough search, and
Aunt was with his former classmates. “Millicent, I was going to ask if you would mind there was a risk that their hideout would be discovered. If they knew he was on the
coming with me? I might need some help sorting through the supplies.” The younger run, they would hunt him, and any attention would be diverted.
witch nodded, and his Aunt turned back to Blaise. “You’re in charge while I’m gone.” To put it bluntly; Ted was putting his life on the line to help a group of teens he
“Shocker,” Theo rolled his eyes. “Favouritism gets you everywhere- hardly knew. Theo had been right; Ted was a decent bloke.
“So does acting like an adult,” she frowned at him, gesturing for Millicent to That notion had stirred a sobering amount of respect within Draco for his af-
follow her as she headed for another door at the back of the room. “Don’t kill each final uncle, and suddenly, there was a second Muggle-born in the world who he
other while I’m gone.” didn’t despise. And just like Hermione, this Muggle-born was being forced to dis-
With that, the two witches exited the kitchen, and the tense silence returned to appear from his life too soon.
take its place between the remaining inhabitants, and it clawed at Draco’s eardrums. It was almost like fate was taking time out of her busy schedule, just to screw
Blaise had barely moved during the exchange, his head still propped up by his knuck- with his head. She would plant these people in his path that would make him forget
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shade. There were no glasses, black hair and been turned fair, and both faces had “Bletchley, Davis,” he addressed the pair on a sigh, slowly turning to acknowledge
been altered slightly with different skin tones and missing freckles. them. “Would you mind leaving us alone for a bit?”
But she would have known them anywhere. Miles seemed hesitant. “How come?”
She was frozen for a second, but then she burst into a sprint, relieved tears prick- “I think it will be easier if Malfoy only talks with Theo and I for now,” he ex-
ling her eyes as she rushed towards them. They were running too, whipping around plained, his bistre eyes back on Draco. “Don’t worry, you will get your chance to
the late-night Londoners, and she lunged at them when they were close enough, ask questions too.”
wrapping her arms around two necks and relaxing into two pairs of awkwardly po- Miles opened his mouth to protest, but Tracey settled her hand on his and hopped
sitioned arms. The trio stayed that way for a few peaceful moments, and then Her- off the counter, whispering something in his ear meant only for him. “Alright,” she
mione was ripping herself out of the familiar embrace and slapping her palms said, tugging on her companion’s wrist. “Give us a shout if you need anything.”
against their chests. As the couple side-stepped Draco to leave the room, Blaise kicked out a chair
“OW!” Ron grumbled. “‘Mione, what the- and cocked his head. “Take a seat, Malfoy,” he instructed calmly, waiting until
“Don’t you two ever leave like that again!” she snapped, batting away their Draco complied before he spoke again. “Tell us where you’ve been.”
hands. “I could bloody kill the pair of you- “No,” he shook his head stubbornly. “Tell me what the hell you’re doing here first-
“I told you she’d be angry,” Harry mumbled with a slight grin. “For fuck’s sake,” Theo cut in again. “You don’t have any right to-
“Too right I’m angry!” she scolded. “I haven’t seen you in months- “Give your jaw a rest and calm the hell down,” Blaise told him in a low tone.
“We missed you too,” said Ron in warm tone, but Hermione avoided his at- “Try to remember that you were in Malfoy’s position not so long ago-
tempt to drape an arm across her shoulders. He gave her a wounded look, and a “Yes, but I wasn’t the one who let the bloody Death Eaters into Hogwarts.”
pang of guilt hit her chest. “What’s wrong, Hermione?” “No, but you could have been,” he replied steadily. “It could have been any of us.”
“Nothing,” she sighed, avoiding his eyes. “I just… it will be light soon. We Theo’s agitated demeanour faltered before he clicked his tongue and raised his
should get going. Where have you been staying?” hands in surrender. “Fine,” he breathed reluctantly. “Carry on.”
Her two friends shared an uncertain look. “Well,” Harry mumbled. “It’s a long Blaise flicked his eyes back to Draco. “The Death Eaters call us ‘The Defected,’
story, but we’ve kind of been moving around a lot. We thought areas away from the and the Order calls us ‘The Enlightened,’” he said. “I prefer to think of us as the
cities would be best, but we don’t really know many. What was that forest you vis- ones who had a lucky escape.”
ited with your family?” “You defected?” Draco repeated. “Why would you-
“The Forest of Dean,” she supplied. “Yes, that’s actually not a bad idea- But he was interrupted when the back door flew open, and in walked Luna
“But we need to get more supplies,” Harry explained, gesturing to the rucksack Lovegood with her usual air of tranquil ignorance, and the surprise of her abrupt
hanging off his shoulder; the bag she had given him before he’d left, complete with entrance knocked the wind out of Draco’s lungs. She glimpsed at him out of the
an Undetectable Extension Charm. “The tent we had is falling apart and- corner of her eye and, aside from the slight stretch of her smile, gave no indication
“I have a tent,” she interrupted, patting her own charmed bag. “I have been col- that she was thrown or perturbed by his presence.
lecting things I thought we might need since you two left- “Morning, Lovegood,” Theo greeted casually.
“What about food?” Ron piped up with his rather predictable request. “We’re “Good morning, Theo, Blaise,” she returned, and Draco didn’t miss the soften-
running low- ing of Blaise’s stoic exterior when she hummed his name, nor did he miss the way
“I have everything we need,” she told them, frowning when she realised the Lovegood glided an affectionate hand across his shoulders as she walked past. “And
morning was already beginning to lighten the sky. “Come on, we should go. Let’s good morning to you, Draco.”
find somewhere to Apparate from.” “What the fuck-
“You’re right, we should move,” Harry nodded, and the three of them started “See,” she murmured in that blank tone of hers, looking specifically at Blaise. “I
to move down Shaftsbury Avenue. “Honestly, Hermione, we have so much to tell told you I saw him in Hogwarts at Christmas.”
you. You wouldn’t believe what’s happened since we left you.”
Hermione clenched her eyes shut for a moment and thought of Draco. “Yes,”
she murmured absently. “I have some rather unbelievable things to tell you myself.”

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 “I’m just… If you need to vent, then you can, alright?” he offered flippantly. “I
know how fucked up this all is. Believe me.”
Theo hesitated, and Draco heard him clear his throat. “Noted,” he mumbled,
fumbling with the doorknob. “Likewise.”

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Hermione Apparated to St. James’ Park.

She knew the area well, and was careful to ensure she wouldn’t be noticed,
TRUTH choosing a small collection of trees near the corner of Horse Guards Road and The
Mall. Piccadilly Circus was barely a ten minute walk from here, and she immedi-
ately broke into a swift power-walk, reciting her pre-planned route in her head for
reassurance. The guttural vibrations of traffic and city sounds made her ears itch,
and she bowed her head to avoid the eyes of the handful of people that she passed.
On any other day, she would have lingered to admire the elaborate architecture
on Carlton House Terrace, but she barely spared the regal buildings a glance as she
moved up Pall Mall. The stream of pedestrians was thicker as she moved deeper
into London’s heart, and she gripped her wand in her pocket, remembering
DRACO GAWPED AT LUNA LOVEGOOD LIKE SHE HAD JUST PREDICTED Moody’s advice.
the day he would die. The seemingly innocent blonde flicked her eyes from Blaise Constant vigilance.
over to him, and she had a slight bend to her smile that suddenly seemed deliberate Moving up Waterloo Place and Regent Street, she squinted her eyes as the brash
and intuitive, as though she had purged his mind and kept all his secrets for lever- advertisements of Piccadilly Circus stained the pavements with reds, blues and
age. And then she blinked and turned her back to them, idly washing her hands in greens, and then she saw the statue. She allowed herself a small sigh as she ap-
the sink and humming under her breath like the ditzy girl he’d always assumed she was. proached it with quickening strides, her eyes darting in every direction, searching
He moved his baffled stare to Blaise, who was now wearing a subtle smirk and for a flash of red hair or a glare of light bouncing off some spectacles.
the telling look of a man who had answers. Draco frowned and risked a glance at As expected, there were people speckled around the area, meandering around
Theo, expecting to see a similar expression of cocky recognition, but he looked just each other or settled on the steps at the statue’s base; European tourists with over-
as confused as Draco felt. worked cameras, tipsy students who had lost their sleeping patterns, and a few busy
“What are you on about, Lovegood?” Theo asked over his shoulder. professionals who were clearly struggling with deadlines. But no Harry or Ron.
“Nothing,” she replied breezily. She stopped walking and folded her arms to fight to the chill, studying the
Theo arched a dark eyebrow. “Looks like she’s having one of her funny turns statue, and anxiously wondering if she had misinterpreted the letter. What if the
again,” he mumbled, and his head jolted forward when Blaise dealt him a firm boys had gotten her time of birth wrong? What if Hedwig had delivered the message
smack to the base of his skull. “OW! What the hell- on the wrong day? What if the letter had been intercepted, or had been a decoy, and
“Mind your mouth,” his friend warned quietly. “You’re such a gobby prick- she had just strolled straight into a trap like a bloody idiot?
“You need to gain a sense of humour, sunshine- She checked her watch. Twenty-five to five.
“I swear on Salazar’s grave, Theo- Punctuality had never been their strong point; hell, five minutes late was early
“I was going to start some of the washing,” Luna announced, and again, Draco for Harry and Ron, but risks breed doubts, and then paranoia sneaks up on your
observed the clenched muscles in Blaise’s face relax. “Would one of you mind help- before you notice. She had almost made up her mind to abandon the whole plan,
ing me? I could do with an extra set of hands.” but something that felt like intuition crawled up her spine, and her eyes snapped to
“Sorry, Lovegood,” Theo shrugged, nodding his head at Draco. “We’re in the the side and locked on two figures marching in her direction.
middle of something- The familiar, rusty tint of Weasley hair was absent; replaced with a deep brown

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 Theo drummed his fingers against his shin. “So, you really defected then?” “Theo, go and give Luna a hand,” Blaise interrupted. “I want to talk to Malfoy alone.”
“Would I be here if I hadn’t?” “What? Why the hell should you-
“Fair point,” he conceded. “And how exactly do you explain your sudden tol- “Because you’re getting on my nerves and you might as well do something use-
erance for Muggle-borns? I saw that look you gave me when I said ‘Mudblood’ ful,” he grumbled, tilting his head and catching Luna’s eyes for a brief moment with
the other day.” an almost apologetic twitch of his lips. “I’m serious, Theo. Give me an hour and
Draco sighed and closed his eyes. “A lot has changed since we last spoke.” then you can hassle Malfoy all you like-
“Care to elaborate?” “But, Blaise-
“Not right now,” he shook his head. “How can I tell you my reasons when I “Theo, stop bitching like a first year Hufflepuff,” he warned. “Either go and help
don’t completely understand them myself?” Luna, or I’ll have ‘Dromeda confiscate your wand again.”
Theo snorted and rolled his eyes. “That’s just a poetic way of telling me to mind Theo fired Blaise an irate glare and growled, smacking his palms down on the
my own business.” table and brusquely leaving his seat with a piercing screech of his chair and a mut-
“Then mind your own business,” Draco shrugged. “Why are you being such a tered list of profanities under his breath. “One hour,” he bit out, making his way
prick, Theo? We were mates once- towards the door. “And remind me to spit in your food later for being such a
“Yes, but you said yourself, a lot has changed since we last spoke,” said Theo, wanker. Come on, Lovegood.”
somewhat coldly. “Everyone has these little fucking secrets, and Blaise, Miles and “Why would you remind him to spit in your food?” Luna asked as she made to
Tracey are suddenly fine with Muggles. Fuck, even you- follow him. “Seems like a silly thing to say.”
“I’m not fine,” he interrupted. “I am… confused, like you.” “He says a lot of shit,” Blaise mumbled, reaching out to brush his fingers against
“And how would you know how I feel about all this?” her forearm before she slipped past. “If he behaves like a tosser; Petrify him, lock
“I saw you with Ted, Theo. You don’t hate him, and he’s a Muggle-born.” him in a cupboard or something, and I’ll deal with it afterwards.”
Theo rubbed his hands together and dropped his gaze to his feet. “Ted’s a good “Okay,” she nodded with smiling eyes, and Draco almost choked on the air
bloke,” he started, his tone now and reluctant. “In my first week here, I downed some when she lifted a hand to gently touch Blaise’s cheek. “You look a little stressed.
dark potion I’d nicked from my father. I was pissed off, and I just…wanted out.” Have some of that herbal tea I bought you.”
Drcao snapped his eyes over to his companion. “You tried to top yourself?” “Maybe later,” he agreed, his eyes lingering on Luna’s back as she retreated out
“I don’t know,” he said quietly, closing his eyes. “I knew the potion was danger- of the room. With the closing click of the door, his features quickly morphed back
ous but I was just so fucking angry. It basically started eating at my organs, and it into a stern frown, and he met Draco with a cautionary stare. “Wipe that look off
bloody hurt. Ted found me, pumped my stomach, and stayed with me for six hours your face, Malfoy-
trying to heal the damage. I asked him not to tell anyone, and he didn’t.” He paused “You and Lovegood?” he blurted incredulously. “What the fuck was that?”
and cocked his head to the side. “I’d called him a Mudblood the day before.” “It’s none of your business unless I decide otherwise-
The silence between them was that static kind that warned you not breathe first; “But she’s-
thick with angst because no words would ever be appropriate to follow what Theo “Shut it,” he snapped. “I’m not prepared to discuss the details of my relationship
had confessed. Draco’s brow wrinkled with his pensive frown, and he hesitantly with Luna with you just yet-
lifted his hand and gave his old friend’s back a firm pat of reassurance. “And if you knew I was in Hogwarts, then why ask me?”
Theo cocked a cynical eyebrow. “If you’re trying to hug me, I’ll fucking back- “To see if you would tell the truth,” Blaise said calmly, the words slow and de-
hand you.” liberate. “Would you have told the truth?”
“I wasn’t going to hug you, wanker- “Why should I?” he retorted. “You’re not being honest with me-
“Too right you weren’t,” he scowled. “Are we done with this unnecessary and “I have been nothing but honest with you, Malfoy. I told you we had defected-
pathetic discussion?” “Yes, but you haven’t explained why,” he interrupted. “You haven’t explained
“Apparently so,” said Draco, frowning as Theo got to his feet and made to go how you all got here. And what the hell is Lovegood doing here if this is a safe-
inside. Huffing out an agitated breath, he tilted his head to call over his shoulder. house for people who have defected?”
“For what it’s worth, Theo, I still consider you a mate.” Blaise rubbed his lips together with thought and released a long breath. “Luna’s
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 “Right, then what about you and the others?” He might not be able to utter the word ‘Mudblood’ anymore, but hearing the
Another thoughtful pause. “Theo and I came here a few weeks after you went slur was eerily familiar, and there was the faintest trace of a response to it. He was
missing. Davis and Bulstrode had already been here a couple of weeks, and Bletch- still questioning. He was still undecided.
ley came a few days after Theo and I- It was only when Ted Tonks had paid a visit two days ago that Draco had wit-
“Yes, but how- nessed one of Theo’s good days. Draco had purposely kept his distance, but he’d
“Dumbledore approached me in sixth year when he saw me putting my fist noticed that his Aunt’s husband had a laid-back and affable presence that was dif-
through a window,” he continued, smirking when Draco’s eyebrows shot up. ficult to dislike, and Theo had lost all the revulsion in his expression. They’d played
“Come on, Malfoy. Did you honestly think you were the only Slytherin Dumble- Wizard’s Chess like it was the most normal thing in the world.
dore was keeping an eye on? The world doesn’t revolve around you, you know- The others had refrained from asking him any questions, and he had a feeling Blaise
“What the fuck?” Draco scowled, clenching his fists until his knuckles clicked. had something to do with that. Draco could see he had a silent control over the small
“That doesn’t make any sense. Last year you- group, absently studying everyone and everything with seemingly dull eyes, except
“Are you going to shut your gob and let me explain, or not?” Blaise snapped, when Lovegood was around. Draco was still trying to really grasp their bizarre relation-
waiting until Draco sat back in his seat before he resumed. “I didn’t listen to ship, but he could hardly comment considering his own attachment to Granger.
Dumbledore straight away but…,” he hesitated and cleared his throat. “But when Blaise and Luna had that hushed sort of love that you only noticed if you were
I saw how fucked up you were after taking the Mark, I knew I didn’t want to end watching; entirely expressed with lingering touches and secretive smiles. They
up like you- would quietly disappear in the evenings without a word or whisper, and on the
“Cheers, mate- days when Lovegood was elsewhere, Blaise would wear that distant look of a man
“So he asked me to keep an eye on you,” he revealed in a measured tone. “He who didn’t know if his soul mate was coming home.
knew what you’d been told to do, and he’d hoped you would back out of your…mis- Draco only recognised it because a similar expression had haunted his mirror
sion, but he knew you were determined. That’s why he left a couple of signs; hoping every morning.
you would defect before it was too late- Between Blaise and Luna and Andromeda and Ted, he was surrounded by
“Signs?” Draco repeated. “What signs?” taunting reminders of his own unconventional attachment to Hermione, and it all
“Who do you think asked Myrtle to talk to you in the toilets?” he remarked seemed so natural to them. Like breathing.
flippantly. “Did you think it was a coincidence that the Muggle-born ghost just al- Judging from the inky hue of the sky, it was somewhere between four and five,
ways happened to be around? And why do you think Snape was always there to bail and he was outside, perched on the stone steps at the front of the house. He was
you out of trouble?” wearing the coat Granger had bought him, inhaling the faint remains of her scent,
“You’re serious?” Draco breathed in shock, but he quickly veiled it with a snarl. and flicking his wand every now and then to renew the Warming Charm that
“And I guess Theo was spying on me for Dumbledore too?” shielded him from the frosty chill.
“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “After you took the Mark, all the Death Eaters There was little to do but think here, and his thoughts were always as turbulent
started volunteering their kids too to boost numbers for You-Know-Who’s army, and as a storm-licked sea. Tonight was no different. He didn’t hear the door opening.
Theo’s father jumped right on the bandwagon. When I found Theo having a break- “Good morning, precious,” Theo’s droll voice broke the peace, and Draco shot
down in his room, I told him to see Dumbledore, but it took a lot of convincing- him a cold look as he settled on the step next to him. “And why aren’t you tucked
“Hang on a minute,” Draco mumbled absently. “You said you came here after I up in bed?”
disappeared, but Dumbledore was dead- “Probably the same reason as you,” he said.
“I was getting to that,” Blaise cut him off. “A few days after you vanished, my “Morning wood?”
village bike of a mother made Theo’s dad husband number eight- In spite of himself, Draco exhaled a low chuckle. “Not quite. Just… too many
“What? You and Theo are step-brothers?” thoughts to sleep.”
“Technically, yes,” Blaise nodded, rolling his heavy brown eyes. “But we reckon “Oh, that,” Theo nodded. “Yes, this is hardly the best place to catch up on your
with my mother’s track record as a seven-time widow, it won’t last long. Anyway, beauty sleep, Malfoy. I would say that it gets easier, but if that was true, I wouldn’t
Theo’s father is a huge prick and elected both Theo and I to take the Mark. We did be here talking to you at four in the morning.”
a runner and Dumbledore must have told McGonagall that he’d spoken to us “Brilliant.”

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joke, and Piccadilly Circus would be busy enough with London’s constant bustle because the Knight Bus took us to some house in Essex, and she was waiting for us.
for them to go unnoticed at that time, but not too busy to get disorientated. She brought us to ‘Dromeda, and we’ve been here since.”
After throwing all her belongings into her charmed bag, including all the books “Bloody hell,” he murmured. “But it’s just you five? What about Crabbe and
she had yet to read and all the notes she had scribbled in the last week, she had whis- Goyle, or Pansy?”
pered a goodbye to Crookshanks and told him to behave while she was away. It had “Crabbe and Goyle are doing the only thing they’re good at; following orders,”
barely passed midnight, so she sat in the kitchen for a few hours, fidgety with antici- Blaise remarked with a hint of disgust. “They’re probably bent over a desk right now
pation and drumming her nails against the dining table, always checking the time. and spreading their cheeks. As for Parkinson, the last I heard she had opted herself
A watched clock ticks slower. for the Mark and was helping her dear old Daddy with rounding up Muggle-borns.”
When it was almost four, she jotted a quick note to Tonks and Lupin, apologis- Draco felt a surge of disappointment. His former classmates and lover had
ing for her absence when they woke up and promising to be careful. As a precau- always been weak-willed - hell, that was what had initially made them such useful
tion, she charmed her hair a light blonde, a few shades darker than Draco’s, and allies - but he was suddenly aware of how much the dynamics and circumstances
fixed her woolly scarf to veil the lower part her face, just below her nose. had changed since he’d been in Hogwarts. “Bugger me,” he whispered. “Pansy
With a final glance at that bloody clock, which read ten past four, she took a took the Mark?”
deep breath to ease the odd bundle of nerves in her stomach, and walked out the “Are you honestly that surprised?”
door. She padded across the dew-licked grass until she felt a shift in the air which “No,” he admitted after a moment, dropping his face into his hands and mas-
indicated she had gone beyond the Wards, and then she Apparated. saging his throbbing temple.. “This is all just…fucked up.”
“You wanted the truth, so there it is,” Blaise reminded him, leaning forward in
★★★ his chair with intrigue. “So, now it’s your turn to be honest.”
“You already know I was at Hogwarts,” Draco sighed, his voice muffled against
Sleep was an evasive bastard. his palms. “What else could you possibly want to know?”
There had been too many revelations in the last week. It was almost as if his “How about what you were doing with Hermione Granger on Christmas day by
body and brain were still trying to accept his separation from Hermione, and were the Black Lake,” he countered, his lips tilting into a very Slytherin smirk, and Draco’s
too dented by the impact to really absorb this new environment and the people in head snapped up so quick his neck cracked. “Oh yes. Luna mentioned that as well.”
it. Maybe he was simply rejecting this Granger-less reality.
He didn’t know. It didn’t matter. ★★★
Nevertheless, he had passively observed the routines and conduct of his old
classmates and his Aunt, if only because there was hardly anything else to do. He She’d needed to get of her room, and the kitchen felt less claustrophobic with
had learned that this wasn’t Andromeda’s main residence but a safe house, and she its essential supply of coffee and biscuits, so she’d left Crookshanks snoozing on her
was constantly returning to her home, usually with Bulstrode, who seemed to have bed and opted for the solitude that echoed off the tiles.
quite a good relationship with his Aunt. Hermione was hunched over the dining table, scanning the sentences with ex-
Davis and Bletchley were always in each other’s shadow, lost in their own world. hausted eyes and searching for something useful amongst the hectic mess of witness
In the rare moments they emerged from their rooms for mealtimes and the like, accounts and Auror statements from the First Wizarding War. Shacklebolt had
they were rather affectionate, Tracey more so, but not to the point that it made managed to recover some old Ministry documents and restricted texts before
Draco gag. Bletchley never rejected her, but he always had a protective rigidity to Voldemort’s infiltration, but endless hours of pouring over pages had proved futile
his posture that made the intensity of his feelings for the witch obvious. thus far, and a volatile mixture of insomnia and heartache was making her fidgety
Theo, was a different story. If Draco had been concerned that he was the only one and impatient. She was staring intently at the file between her elbows when a tear
having trouble with this bizarre situation, Theo was not in the same place as his com- slipped past her lashes and kissed the parchment.
panions. While the others seemed to have adapted rather well to the circumstances, “Merlin, not again,” she sighed to no one, lifting her fingers to rub her eyes until
Blaise had remarked how Theo had his good days, and his bad days. On no less than the friction started to agitate. “This is ridiculous.”
four occasions, Draco had heard him mumble something derogatory about Muggles The tears never really stopped; only subsided, and Hermione had learned three
and Muggle-borns, and Draco hadn’t been able to decide if he’d felt uneasy or relieved. things in the last few days.

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 Firstly, it was better to tolerate the damaging effects of sleep-deprivation than
to confront the nightmare she’d had on her first night alone; an exact replay of her
final moments with Draco, except when she’d pulled away from their one-sided
kiss, there’d been blood crawling down his chin, and she’d woken up screaming,
retching and convinced she could taste iron against her tongue.
Secondly, the line between dedication and obsession is precariously thin. She
had almost become dependent on her determination to help the Order, and a little
voice in her head warned that if she put down the books, it would all become too
real, and she might not handle it as well as everyone expected her to. She sur-
rounded herself with her work, coating the walls in her borrowed room with notes
she had scribbled, and only pausing to eat, nap or practice some defensive spells
ANGEL
with Moody or Lupin. The world around her was blurred and muffled, and that was
how she needed it right now. Distraction would keep her grounded; keep her sane.
And lastly, sometimes it was irrelevant how hard she focussed on her tasks. Ran-
dom flashbacks - be them blissful memories or disturbing ones - penetrated her
concentration without regard almost hourly, always leaving her dizzy and trem-
bling ever so slightly. The moment would pass, she would berate herself for allow-
ing her attention to waver, and then she would get on with life, dreading the next
one. They seemed to harass her most in the shower, sometimes so vivid that the CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, THE INFAMOUS MONUMENT THAT
steam seemed to whisper with Draco’s voice, but she had taken to having the water stands tall in Piccadilly Circus is not a statue of the Greek God, Eros.
ice cold so her senses were on edge and she would be alert enough to snap out of it. When Hermione had stumbled across an old Victorian text in The London Li-
For the most part, she had managed to keep her composure, but every now and brary referring to it with another name, she had naturally been intrigued and given
then, an inconvenient tear would splash against her books, like now, but she would herself a little research project to pass the time during her summer holidays before
hide it before anyone would notice. fourth year. It had originally been a statue of Eros’ brother, Anteros, but had been
Vulnerability was not her colour. renamed ‘The Angel of Christian Charity’ for some time, before being changed
“Hermione,” Tonks’ warm voice made her start. “Please don’t tell me you’ve back to Anteros. Despite this, almost every tourism guide, signpost and local Lon-
been up all night.” doner - be them cockney or otherwise - still call it ‘The Statue of Eros.’
“No,” she lied automatically, stealing a glance at the clock. It was almost eight, When she’d returned to Hogwarts, she had told Harry and Ron about her find-
and she wondered where the last four hours had gone. She hadn’t even noticed the ings and they had predictably been indifferent, but she had scolded them every time
morning birds or the faint glow of the sun. “I just woke up early.” they’d called the monument its incorrect name, and they had eventually grown
“If you say so,” Tonks mumbled, obviously unconvinced as she slumped into tired of her lectures on the importance of appreciating its true title. Ron, for some
the opposite chair with a little difficulty. “I think the baby has actually figured out reason, had had a little difficulty with the name Anteros, and he’d kept mispro-
a way to squeeze my bladder.” nouncing it, ‘Antross,’ which had only irritated her more.
Hermione cracked a smile, but it was strained. “Do you want me to make you Somehow, they had compromised, and they had started calling it ‘The Angel of
some breakfast or something?” Christian Charity’ - for at least that had been its name at one point - and then that
“No, I’ll wait until Remus wakes up,” she said. “Any luck with those files from had simply been shortened to ‘The Angel.’
the Ministry?” The Angel in the Circus.
“Nothing really, but I’m not really sure what I’m looking for. Just some clue She had been born at exactly half four in the morning, a detail she was surprised
about the Horcruxes, I guess.” Harry and Ron had remembered, but perhaps they really had been listening be-
“I’ll give you a hand after we’ve had some food,” she offered, and then she fixed tween the eye-rolls and blank expressions.
the younger witch with a reassuring look. “He’ll be okay, you know.” She had to give the boys credit. The destination was cryptic with their inside

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 She found herself daydreaming of ice-skating and window-seats, and she was Hermione felt her heartbeats hesitate, and her stomach did a nervous flip.
just about to collect her things and head down to the kitchen for her caffeine fix “What?” she asked in a croaky voice. “Who will be okay?”
when she heard a faint tapping against the window pane. When she saw the “Whoever it is you’re missing,” Tonks said as though it was obvious. “I’m guess-
moonlight reflect off snowy white feathers, she shot out of her chair and scram- ing it’s the boy you mentioned when I visited you before Christmas?”
bled over to the window, desperately fumbling with the latch. Hedwig dropped a “I’m fine, Tonks,” Hermione mumbled, dropping her eyes back to the book. “I
letter into Hermione’s hands and swiftly departed before the witch could even just miss Harry and Ron-
blink. She tore open the envelope with frantic fingers and read the ten roughly “You’ve barely talked sine you’ve been here, and I recognise that look of girl
scribbled words in Harry’s handwriting once, twice, and three times just to ensure missing her-
she hadn’t missed anything. “I’m really fine,” she interrupted quickly. Almost frantically. “I just…I need to
The Angel in the Circus. The time you were born. concentrate on this right now, and I can’t-
And she knew exactly where she had to go. “If you want to talk about him, you can talk to me,” Tonks pushed, frowning
when Hermione shook her head. “You know, you need to have a break every now
and then or you’ll drive yourself mad-
“Tonks, please,” she tried. “Don’t.”
“Just one question, and I’ll drop the subject,” Tonks insisted. “If you answer
honestly, I promise I won’t mention him again.”
Huffing out a frustrated sigh and combing her hair away from her face, Hermi-
one hesitantly tipped her head in agreement. “Fine. One question, but that’s it.”
“Okay,” she said gently, taking her time. “Does he love you back?”
And Hermione closed her eyes so Tonks wouldn’t see her torment. The tears
were back and burning the backs of her lids, but she’d be damned if she let one slide
down her cheek.
“I honestly have no idea.”

★★★

“Granger,” Draco echoed her name before he could help it, because it just
didn’t sound right coming from Blaise’s mouth. A sudden headache pounded be-
hind his eyes and he clenched them shut, forgetting to keep his expression trained
with indifference.
“Then I guessed right,” his companion remarked smugly. “You were fucking her.”
The thud of Draco’s fist against the table sent a glass tumbling to the floor, and
Blaise warily shifted in his seat. “Don’t talk about her like that,” Draco hissed be-
tween his bared teeth. “I’m warning you, Zabini.”
Blaise had the decency to look slight taken aback. “So, it was more than fuck-
ing,” he mumbled, ignoring Draco’s incensed glare. “You like her-
“Zabini, I swear to Merlin-
“Calm down, Malfoy,” he said. “There’s no reason to get so defensive. Luna had
her suspicions. Hell, I owe her five Galleons now-
“Bollocks,” he scoffed. “Since when is Loony Lovegood observant?”
“You’d be surprised,” Blaise replied with a subtle grin. “So are you going to tell me

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what happened between you and Granger? Or would you prefer I jump to conclusions?” heard every word. “Go on then, Zabini. Say what whatever you’re going to say.”
“I’d prefer you minded your own sodding business,” Draco spat, his body be- Blaise stayed still for a moment, his expression impassive, before he slowly nod-
ginning to vibrate as he became more infuriated. “It has nothing to do with you.” ded his head with something between satisfaction and approval. “Welcome to ‘The
“Malfoy,” he breathed impatiently. “I am trying to do you a favour. If your views Enlightened,’” he said evenly. “Sit back down, Draco. We’re going to have a coffee,
on Muggle-borns have changed because of Granger, like I reckon they have, then I and you look like you could do with something to eat.”
might be able to trust you, and that would make your situation a lot easier.” “That’s it?” he questioned sceptically.
Draco narrowed his eyes into suspicious slits. “And how exactly do you feel “I’ve heard what I needed to hear,” Blaise shrugged. “If you want to tell me more,
about Muggle-borns now, Blaise? You hated them just as much as I did- you can, but I just wanted to be certain that your being here is justified and safe.”
“No I didn’t,” he argued quickly. “Did you ever hear me use the word, ‘Mud- Draco cocked a brow and hesitantly retook his seat. “Will you tell the others?”
blood?’ And the only step-dad who didn’t treat me like shit was a half-blood with a “That you’re in love with Granger? No-
Muggle mother. I met her back and fifth year and she was nice as hell- “I never said I was in love with her,” he retorted hastily. “I never used that
“But you called people blood traitors and- bloody word-
“It’s all semantics,” he said flippantly. “I just repeated what you lot did. I didn’t “So you don’t love her?”
even know what Mudblood meant until you said it to Granger in second year.” “I…” he started uncertainly, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Blaise paused to watch Draco cringe at that comment. “Which brings us back to the “I am not even going to dignify that with a response. What would you say if I asked
very interesting present; you and Granger.” if you loved Lovegood?”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he snarled quietly, tapping his finger against “I would say I do,” Blaise answered without a flinch, and Draco’s jaw sagged
the table with frustration. with disbelief. “So what?”
“Maybe a little bit,” Blaise smirked. “Irony tastes good in the morning- “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Fuck you, Zabini. It’s not a joke- “Malfoy, in case you haven’t noticed we’re in the middle of a war,” he said with
“Well, if you would stop being so bloody secretive, perhaps I might take it a slight flicker of dread. “We could all die tomorrow, and Luna deserves to know
more seriously- she isn’t just some shag-buddy to pass the time. Aside from that, I don’t give a flying
“No, you wouldn’t!” Draco barked loudly, sucking in a sharp breath. “You fuck what anyone thinks, and that includes you. So, if you didn’t tell Granger how
just… You wouldn’t fucking get it, Blaise!” you really felt, then more fool you, because I hate to break it to you, Malfoy, but
“Oh really?” he challenged. “In case you missed it, I am romantically involved you might never see her again.”
with Luna bloody Lovegood. You know, the girl we tortured in Hogwarts, and a And although it didn’t show on his face, Blaise’s words stabbed at Draco’s chest
loyal supporter of the Order. If there’s anyone who’s going to understand, it’s me, like splinters, and he felt sick to his stomach as a crushing wave of regret stuck him.
Draco, so you might as well just- “I will see her again,” he disputed, but the doubt was so obvious in his voice. “I will.”
“YES! FINE!” he yelled, springing up from his chair and pacing a few steps away Blaise exhaled and regarded Draco with half-lidded eyes. “For your sake, I hope
so he wouldn’t have to look at Blaise. “Whatever the hell is going on between you you’re right.”
and Lovegood, Granger and I are in the same boat! Wait, fuck that! We WERE in
the same boat! But now I’m here and I don’t know where the hell she is, and I don’t ★★★
know WHAT THE FUCK TO DO!”
He froze where he stood, forcing tension into his limbs to stop them shaking, and Four days before Valentine’s Day and her eighth day away from Draco, and Her-
trying to steady his heaving chest. The heat of his temper was simmering under his mione was back in the bedroom with her pile of books and her shadow for company.
skin, and he shook his head, feeling that same destructive sense of helplessness from A gruelling three-hour session on defensive spells with May-eye had left her sore and
the night Hermione had left. He could feel Blaise’s eyes studying him, but he refused fatigued, but the day had just drifted into tomorrow, and midnight had become her
to meet them, transfixed on a crack in the wall and not trusting himself to move. favourite time to work. Everyone went to bed, and she was left undisturbed for at least
“She was the only thing made sense,” he murmured before he could think, eight hours, save the moments when Crookshanks would crawl into her lap for a little
doubting Blaise would even hear him. “And now she’s gone, there is…nothing. attention. She could also think about Draco and not feel too guilty about it, or worry
Nothing that makes sense.” He glanced at his silent companion and knew that he’d that Lupin and Tonks might notice a stray tear or the quivering of her bottom lip.

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 The guilt was welling up in her chest so quickly. She was going to tell him. She “It’s fine. I just couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d keep you company.”
could feel the words forming. “You’re my best friend- “Yes, of course,” she nodded. “Actually, I was just thinking about something.
“But that’s it?” he questioned dejectedly. “Just friends? That’s all you see me as?” You never said how you came across Gryffindor’s Sword. How did you-
“Ron,” she started slowly. “You know I liked you, but… our opportunity to be “My mother,” Harry blurted, and Hermione watched an odd expression steal
more than friends just…came and went.” his face. “I know it sounds crazy, but just hear me out on this; a Patronus led me to
“What do you mean?” it. And the Patronus was a doe. My mother’s Patronus.”
“I mean we took too long,” she explained. “It was there for us to take, and we Hermione felt her heart sink as she recalled the night she had left Hogwarts;
just… didn’t, and it’s because neither of us wanted it enough- remembering the moment when she and McGonagall had been warned about the
“That’s not why- Ministry’s fall by Snape’s Patronus. A doe Patronus. A part of her contemplated if
“I’m sorry, but it is. It would have been… convenient for us- she should tell Harry about the secrets of their old Professor. After all, McGonagall
“Convenient?” he repeated, and he looked wounded as he spoke. “What does had made it very clear that the information was not to be repeated, but it seemed
that even mean?” too cruel to allow her best friend to clutch to some deluded belief that his mother
“I just mean that we spent so much time together, and it would have made sense, was contacting him from the other side.
but… but convenience isn’t a good enough reason to start a relationship. In fact, “Harry,” she started with a grimace. “That wasn’t your mother’s Patronus-
it’s an awful reason- “Look, I know how it sounds-
“Hermione- “No, Harry, just-
“Don’t you think that if either of us really wanted it that much, it would have “But who else would have a doe Patronus who would lead me to-
just happened?” she reasoned. “It wasn’t like there was ever anything stopping us, “It was Snape,” she rushed out, and Harry’s eyes widened behind his glasses. “I
except ourselves. Hell, our friends and family practically encouraged it- know it sounds bizarre, but when I was in Hogwarts, McGonagall told me that he’s
“Are you still annoyed about what happened between me and Lavender?” he a spy for the Order-
asked suddenly. “But he killed-
“No, of course not- “I know,” she sighed. “But it wasn’t that simple. Dumbledore asked Snape to carry
“Because it was just a mistake,” he rushed out. He reached for her hand but she out the task so that…” she caught the emotion building in her voice as she prepared
pulled away before he could graze her fingertips. “Hermione- to say his name. “So that Draco’s soul would be saved. I think there’s more to it, but I
“Ron, I promise it has absolutely nothing to do with that- know that Dumbledore asked Snape to kill him. Snape’s been on our side all along.”
“Then do you like someone else?” Harry’s expression flickered between shock and disbelief. “No,” he mumbled,
There it was; the question she’d been dreading because the answer would de- shaking his head. “That’s impossible-
stroy him. She wanted so badly to tell him, for only truth to exist between them no “Harry, I saw his Patronus,” she carried on. “He sent it to warn us that the Death
matter how hard it would be for him to hear it, but Harry’s voice was whispering to Eater’s were coming to Hogwarts, and it was a doe-
her at the back of her brain. She watched Ron’s anxious eyes flicker with disap- “But that doesn’t make any sense!” Harry exclaimed, scrambling to his feet.
pointment, and she realised she’d been silent too long, and silence is simply a cow- “Why the hell would Snape have the same Patronus as my mother?”
ard’s confirmation. “I don’t know,” Hermione confessed wearily. “Perhaps it’s just a coincidence-
“I- “I need to get my head around this,” he muttered to himself, turning away from
“I knew it,” he nodded, oddly calm. “I knew, but Harry said I was wrong- her. “I need to think-
“Ron, that’s not the reason things didn’t work- “Harry, I’m sorry-
“It’s okay,” he said with a painfully forced smile. “It’s okay. I understand. We “I just need some time alone,” he said, taking a few steps in the opposite direc-
didn’t see you for… what was it, five months?” tion. “Just give me a moment, and then I need you tell me everything.”
“Six,” she corrected. “But I- Hermione felt the guilt swallow her chest.
“Hermione, do you like someone else?” he asked again. “It’s a simple yes or Not everything. Not about Draco. Not yet.
no question.” “Okay,” she agreed. “Just don’t go beyond the Wards, Harry.”
The darkness sucked him in like hungry tar, and she was alone again, wondering

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what chaotic thoughts were stampeding through her friend’s head right now. Mer- Innocence and ignorance are one in the same; both blissful.
lin knew she had hardly taken the revelation about Snape’s covert activities well all
those months ago, and she began thinking of what she should say when he came to ★★★.
her for more details.
She dropped her troubled gaze and it landed on The Tales of Beedle the Bard, Hermione traced her fingers over the intricate pattern of swirls and loops of the
the wind flicking its pages like ghostly wind died down, and she concentrated on sword’s hilt, marvelling at how something so beautiful could be so deadly. Harry
the small symbol scrawled on the displayed page; the triangle, the circle and the had given her the Sword of Gryffindor (and everything else for that matter), to store
line. She’d noticed the odd mark a few times and never paid it much heed, but in her Charmed bag, insisting that she was the best person to keep their belongings
something had just…clicked. With a gasp leaving her lungs, she delved into her bag safe. She’d had the sudden urge to study the artefact, fascinated by the history that
and rummaged for a book she’d read at Hogwarts. she could practically feel beating in its blade.
And the words ‘Deathly’ and ‘Hallows’ were on the tip of her tongue. It was warm beneath her touch. Warmer than her.
She slipped it back into her bag and returned to her book, underling anything
that could be significant and jotting down a note here and there to come back to
later. She was completely engrossed in her usual routine of reading and rereading
words she had memorised weeks ago, trying to shake off thoughts of Draco that
always managed to seep into her concentration. So when a friendly hand touched
her shoulder and grazed the curls by her ear, she shot up to her feet with a startled
gasp and her wand at the ready.
“Ron,” she exhaled, lowering her wand from his Adam’s apple. “You made me jump-
“Sorry,” he mumbled quickly. “I did try calling your name.”
“I was-
“Reading,” he finished for her. “Yes, I know.”
Hermione could tell he was nervous; it was so blatant in the way he shifted his
feet and scrunched up his freckled features with uncertainty. She knew what was
coming, and she nervously tucked the stubborn strands of hair he had touched be-
hind her ear.
“Where’s Harry?”
“He’s making some food by the tent,” he said. “Look, Hermione-
“I should go check if he needs a hand-
“Have I done something?” blurted Ron, and Hermione cringed. “I mean, have
I… have I upset you, or something?”
She drew in a long breath. “No. No, you haven’t upset me, Ron-
“Well… then I don’t get it,” he tried clumsily. “It’s just… I thought you and I
were… you know.”
“Ron, I think-
“I mean, after what happened at the wedding and everything,” he rambled on.
“I know we never really talked about it, but I… do you regret it?”
“No, I don’t regret it,” she replied sincerely. “It’s just that we-
“Because I thought that it meant we were together now, but it’s… obvious that
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 “Hermione knows to be careful-
“What, like your father did?” he replied, and a peculiar flash of satisfaction settled
in his bones when he heard both his aunt and his cousin gasp at his cruel comment.
“Malfoy,” hissed Blaise at his side. “You are done-
“Would you be so bloody calm if it was your witch?” he snapped at Blaise.
“My witch is missing too,” his friend said, and Draco felt a hand applying pres-
sure to his outstretched arm. “That’s enough.”
Draco didn’t resist and lowered his wand, his eyes falling to the floor and
clenched muscles flexing in his forearms. He had wanted just a little piece of infor-
mation about Granger; just an assurance that she was safe, but that fleeting glimmer
of something close to hope had been so quickly extinguished, and it felt like the air
WEEKS
had been beaten out of him. He cradled his head in his free hand as the dull thuds
of an inevitable migraine started banging against his sinuses. He could physically
feel the eyes of the others measuring him, and he loathed them all in that moment
for witnessing him lose control.
“Fuck this,” he breathed, turning to leave.
“Hang on,” Theo stepped into his path. “Have I gone insane, or am I hearing
this right? You and Granger? Together?”
Draco didn’t respond, but he squared his shoulders and lifted his chin, daring HERMIONE FLICKED ASIDE ANOTHER PAGE WITH A HUFF OF IRRITATION.
Theo to make a derogatory comment or a mocking jeer. Instead, an odd expression After some intense reading about the Deathly Hallows and a futile hunt for any
stole his features, and Draco saw a flash of the mischievous and sarcastic man he’d documented hints about the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, she had returned to
known before Ted’s death. her obsessive research on the Horcruxes. After a few weeks, with nothing accom-
“Well,” said Theo, a smirk trying to tug at his lips. “That’s an interesting plot twist.” plished but bags under her eyes and chewed fingernails, she could feel the inevitable
The urge to jam his fist into Theo’s jaw turned his knuckles white, but he simply tension sneaking up on Harry, Ron and herself.
brushed past him and returned to his room, craving solitude and a shower where It was only natural, she knew. While they would always be the closest of friends,
he might imagine Granger’s reflection in the tiles. spending every second of every day with only metres for personal space and drown-
The confirmation that she was roaming the war-ravaged country with Potter ing in all this angst and apprehension was taxing, to say the least.
and Weasley injected a fresh and powerful dose of insomnia into his veins, and he It didn’t help that they were all trying to deal with their individual troubles.
did not sleep for four days solid. Harry was constantly uneasy, blaming himself for every death and swinging
He pointedly avoided the others, particularly Theo, Blaise and Andeomeda, un- between moods of melancholy and madness, while Ron constantly fretted about
til the latter sought him out on a rather dreary Tuesday in April. He remembered his family and struggled to realise his significance in their little group, leaving
eyeing the new leaves and pink blossom outside his window, magnified by the layer him frustrated and testy. She knew she was hardly helping his insecurities with
of drizzle streaming down the pane. She came into his room without a knock, a her rejection of anything that could lean towards something beyond friendship,
genuine smile on her face that looked crooked, like she had forgotten how to. but the thought of anyone other than Draco murmuring against her lips made
She told him that she’d just received a letter, and that Tonks had given birth to her feel queasy and unfaithful.
a baby boy, Teddy Lupin. And therein lied her own problems; guilt and heartache.
He wondered why she thought he would care, and then wondered if he did. Hermione scorned herself for lying to Harry and Ron, but she went to bed each
He had mumbled a reluctant “congratulations,” and she had left to visit her night begging nameless gods that she wouldn’t call out Draco’s name in her sleep
first grandchild. so she could keep the secret just that little bit longer.
The clot in Draco’s chest had felt a little lighter, but he’d spent the rest of the day But she could feel the confession eagerly waiting on the tip of her tongue.
envying that baby for being oblivious to the dark and dying world he’d been born into. Lying to them was simply too hard on her conscience.

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 “Hermione,” Ron’s voice stole her, and she met his eyes over her shoulder. “Do “You mean Hermione?” Tonks asked, looking suitably baffled. “What does she
you want some food?” have to with you?”
“No, thank you,” she said, knowing Harry was resting in the tent. “I think I may “SHE’S EVERYTHING TO DO WITH ME!” he fired back, his wand still
be onto something, so I ought to keep reading.” trained on her and irately vibrating in his grip. “You tell me now!”
The inevitable disappointment marred his boyish features. “You could come “Wait,” his cousin mumbled, her eyes widening as she seemed to reach for a
and sit with me for a little while?” memory. “You? You’re the… you’re the boy she was talking about? Who she fell
“I’ll come back up in a moment,” she offered. “I won’t be long.” for at Hogwarts? You and her were-
“Okay,” he sighed with a nod, pivoting on his feet to walk the short distance “YES, ME!” he blurted, too incensed and impatient to care. “I AM THE ONE! I
back to the tent, his shoulders hunched with defeat. AM HERS! AND SHE-
“Ron,” she called, frowning when he didn’t turn back to acknowledge her. “No way,” Tonks shook her head doubtfully. “Hermione wouldn’t-
“Happy Birthday.” “Nymphadora,” said Andromeda, fixing her daughter with a meaningful look.
“He’s not lying.”
★★★ Tonks’ lips twitched, but her wand remained steady, and so did Draco’s. There
was movement behind him, but he held the eye contact with his cousin, ignoring the
A week later. two sets of footsteps that entered the room and stopped a few feet away from his side.
Draco had forgotten what if felt like to have sunrays kiss his face. Intuition told him it was Blaise and Theo, but he was too focussed and driven by his
February had come and gone, and March had brought some Spring heat to wild temper, scratching like static beneath his skin, to glance in their direction.
warm the breeze. He was in his usual spot, sat on the stone steps and trying to ignore “Malfoy,” said Blaise, his tone sharp. “What in Merlin’s name-
the irritating voices of Bletchley and Davis, who were having an unnecessarily loud “Leave me be,” he growled. “Don’t get involved in this, just piss off-
lovers’ tiff inside the house. He absently realised he’d been here just over a month “Draco, she’s bloody pregnant-
now, residing in Andromeda’s safe-house with the defected Slytherins. A month “I don’t give a shit!” he spat. “She knows where Granger is!”
without Granger. “Granger?” Theo repeated quietly, evidently confused. “As in…Hermione
A fucking month. Granger? Why would-
The notion that time heals all wounds does not apply to the scars of young lov- “I don’t know where Hermione is!” Tonks yelled over him. “None of us-
ers separated too soon. Draco still felt as damaged as the day Granger had cried in “YOU SAID SHE’S STAYING WITH YOU!” Draco shouted. “I HEARD YOU,
the rain and sent him here. SO DON’T YOU FUCKING BULLSHIT ME-
He drifted between moments of blistering anger to a damning numbness that “I said she was staying with me,” she told him, her voice calmer and clipped.
made his bones vibrate beneath his skin. He had tried to distance himself from the “Past tense, Malfoy. I have no idea where Hermione is now.”
others, preferring to linger on the outside and only involve himself with their dis- He faltered, and he suddenly felt very lethargic. “You’re lying-
cussions when he decided the solitude was getting to him, but he seemed to find “No,” she stopped him, as if she’d expected his response. “She was staying with
himself interacting with them more and more as the weeks rolled by. me, but she left over a month ago-
Since Ted’s departure, Andromeda’s sleeping pattern had deteriorated and hidden “Where?”
itself under the floorboards, much like his, and sometimes they would find each other “I don’t know,” she said slowly, relaxing her defensive stance. “She took off in
in the kitchen during the lonely hours before dawn. They would sip lukewarm coffee the night. I assume she went to meet Harry and Ron-
and pass the nights with only a handful of sentences between them, and although nei- “Oh, the death-trap twins!” he exclaimed, grinding his teeth when his voice
ther of them would ever admit it, their odd routine became something of comfort. cracked. “Fucking brilliant!”
And it wasn’t just his aunt’s company that helped to keep him sane. “She will be fine,” Tonks muttered. “Hermione is the brightest witch of her age-
Draco and Theo had taken to playing Wizard’s Chess in the afternoons, and “You stupid bitch,” he sneered at his cousin, but he was starting to lose the fire
Blaise would often join them when Lovegood was elsewhere, like she had been for to fight. He could feel the energy leaking out of his pores as the damaging wave of
the last seven days. As if to punctuate that thought, Blaise burst through the door disappointment sank into him. “You let Granger, a known Muggle-born, just leave
so violently that it slammed against the wall and shuddered on its hinges. when there are Snatchers-

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 “It’s disgusting,” Tonks spat. “I can’t believe some people are actually believing He surged straight past Draco without acknowledgement, his strides heavy and
all that crap. You know, when Hermione was staying with me, I… harsh, and his wand clenched firmly in his trembling fist. Draco remained silent as
Draco didn’t hear the rest of that sentence. All his blood rushed to his ears and Blaise came to an abrupt stop a few metres away and raised his arm to hurl a non-
momentarily deafened him, until all he could hear was the rapid beat of his pulse verbal curse at one of Andromeda’s apple trees. It exploded with a shrill bang, and
as his vision went misty at the edges. It smacked into him so hard, a shaft of un- cindering splinters rained down with red and orange sparks.
tainted rage that made even his fingernails burn, and then suddenly he was all “Feel better?” Draco questioned.
adrenaline and heat, ramming his body into the door and bursting into the kitchen “No,” Blaise spat, slowly turning around. “I just felt like killing something innocent.”
with his wand out and aimed. The two witches jerked with surprise, and Tonks was Unable to think of a response, Draco simply studied his old friend; from the
up on her feet, her wand centred on him, and her body carefully angled to protect shadow of week-old stubble glittering on his jaw, to the broken skin of his chapped
her baby bump. lips, and to his swollen and bloodshot eyes.
Tonks glowered at him with disgust. “What the hell are you doing here?” Insomnia is never a secret. It carves itself into your appearance.
“Where the fuck is she?” Draco hissed at his cousin, and he barely recognised Seeing Blaise so affected by Lovegood’s absence made Draco feel uncomfortable,
the sinister quality to his voice. for Blaise had always been the rational one, while Theo had a volatile nature that often
“Draco,” Andromeda said warily. “Calm down- led to outbursts, and Draco decided he was somewhere in between the two.
“WHERE IS SHE?” “Those two are doing my fucking head in,” said Blaise, his voice hoarse as he
“Mum, what the hell is he doing here with- started to pace back and forth. “Screaming at each other like a pair of ten-year-olds
“It’s okay, Nymphadora- over something they can’t even remember-
“But, he’s one of them,” she argued stiffly. “He took the Mark, and he let the “They’ll calm down in a bit-
Death Eaters- “And Theo is pissing me off-
“He’s defected,” Andromeda explained quickly, rising from her seat. “Draco, “Zabini, just take a seat. You’re giving me motion sickness-
please just lower your wand- “It’s been seven fucking days, Malfoy!” he blurted. “Seven! She’s usually gone
“Don’t you come within an inch of me, bitch,” he growled, slanting his eyes over for three, maybe four at the most. Something happened-
to her. “You lied to me- “Blaise, just relax-
“No, I didn’t- “Don’t tell me to bloody relax, Malfoy!” he spat. “You don’t know-
“YOU SAID YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHERE SHE WAS!” he shouted, his voice “I don’t know what?” Draco cut him off, narrowing his eyes. “You think seven
quickly getting hoarse and his chest heaving. “YOU KNEW, AND YOU JUST LET days is bad? Trying a fucking month.”
ME THINK THAT SHE WAS- Blaise hesitated. “You mean Granger?” he asked with a cynical tone. “It’s different-
“Draco, please just put down your wand- “No, it’s not-
“YOU HAVE SEEN HOW FUCKED UP I HAVE BEEN THESE LAST FEW “You finally admit you love her then?” he challenged.
WEEKS, AND YOU DID NOTHING!” Draco broke their eye contact and stared at the smoking remains of the apple
He was panting, eyes darting from his cousin to his aunt, and then back again. tree. “Ask me again when something good happens.” He closed his eyes. “Ask me
The betrayal left a bitter taste in his mouth as he absently wondered when exactly on a day when nobody dies.”
he had started to trust Andromeda, before he was silently scolding himself for re- Luna came back that evening and told them to turn on the radio, rambling
laxing his guard. He really should have learned by now. about something called ‘Potterwatch.’
“Draco, I swear I didn’t know. Nymphadora only told me tonight- Blaise shaved.
“JUST TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!” he snarled fiercely. “NOW!” Draco wore the coat Granger had given him and destroyed two apple trees.
“Who?” Tonks cut in.
“GRANGER!” he yelled, his hot glare back on his cousin. “I swear to Salazar, ★★★
if you don’t-
Andromeda groaned and swiped away a distressed tear. “Draco, just stop it. Please.” Another week later.
“Not until you tell me where Granger is,” he said resolutely. “You will tell me- In her dream, people were screaming, and she could neither move nor blink.

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 Draco, Harry and Ron were calling her name somewhere behind her, but she and he shot the clock a scowl when he realised it was half three in the morning.
couldn’t turn her head to find them, and the blood of the fallen was crawling her He was contemplating whether or not it was worth trying to fall back to sleep
legs like a morbidly beautiful parasite. She willed her dream-doppelganger to twist when he heard it; the faintest murmur of voices from downstairs.
or budge but it was futile, so she stopped fighting and just listened to the voices. He knew it was most likely nothing, probably Miles and Tracy getting a drink,
“Do you think Hermione’s been acting a little odd recently?” but a dubious sensation tugged at his gut. Pulling a t-shirt over his head and
It was Ron’s voice, and it sounded clear and close. She concentrated on it, and smoothing it down his sweat-dampened chest, he grabbed his wand and carefully
the howls of the dying started to weaken, and the dream began to fade. left his room with silent footsteps.
“What do you mean?” “Lumos,” he whispered as he moved across the landing.
Harry’s voice. She managed to blink, and her surroundings morphed into the The voices grew louder, but he couldn’t identify who they belonged to or dis-
familiar inside of their tent. Sucking the air through her teeth and shaking off the tinguish what was being said, so he followed them down the stairs and along the
disturbing remains of her nightmare, she scanned the space for her two best friends corridor until he was standing outside the kitchen door.
and found their shadows near the entrance, flickering across the fabric. They were There were two voices, both female. He recognised Andromeda’s gentle tone,
outside the tent, and she could hear the staccato crackling of a fire as she tried to but he couldn’t place the second voice. He extinguished the glow of his wand and
catch their mumbled conversation. pressed his ear against the door as curiosity got the better of him.
“She’s just…,” Ron sighed. “She’s been really quiet, and she’s always reading one “…and everything. I would have come sooner but it’s so dangerous sending
of those books- owls now, and I wasn’t sure if your Wards would let me Apparate here, and I didn’t
She heard Harry scoff. “That sounds like classic Hermione to me- want to use one of the Portkeys when my due date is so close-
“She won’t let me touch her,” Ron rushed out, and Hermione frowned into her “It’s okay,” Draco heard his aunt mumble. “I know you’ve had a lot on-
pillow. “And I don’t mean like…you know, like that. She won’t let me hug her or “No, I should’ve been here with you-
anything, and it’s like she doesn’t want to be alone with me.” “Nymphadora, it’s okay,” Andromeda interrupted, and Draco’s face screwed
“Maybe she’s just trying to focus on finding the Horcruxes,” Harry offered. up on the other side of the door when he recognised his cousin’s name. The
“You know what she’s like when she sets her mind on something.” cousin he didn’t know.
“No, it’s something else,” Ron argued. “Do you think she might still be mad “No, it’s not,” she said, and there was bang of flesh against wood, he assumed
about the Lavender thing? I mean, I know I screwed up with that, but I thought her fist and the table. He could hear the strain in her voice, that low tone of a person
after what happened at Bill and Fleur’s wedding- trapped between grief and raw fury. “I’m sorry, Mum, I-
“Please don’t give me any specifics- “Stop apologising, Nymphadora. It’s really fine. It’s just…it’s good to see you,
“That we would be alright now,” he continued quickly. “That we would be to- sweetheart. I’m glad you’re here.”
gether and stuff, like boyfriend and girlfriend or something.” “You know,” his cousin said after a moment. “Remus and I were talking, and
Hermione grimaced and closed her eyes, Ron’s words eating away at her conscience. we decided that we’re going to name the baby after Dad if it’s a boy.” `
“Maybe she’s just upset about something, like the whole thing with her parents,” There was a hollow pause, and Draco remained as still as his muscles would allow.
she heard Harry suggest with obvious uncertainty. “You could always ask her?” “I think that’s perfect,” sighed Andromeda, her voice fragile with emotion.
“I’d say something stupid to make it worse. You could ask her for me, though?” “Your Dad would’ve loved that. Really.”
“Ron, I’m not sure that’s a good idea, and I don’t really want to get involved- “Well, I guess we’ll never know, will we?”
“But she’ll probably talk to you about it,” Ron pushed. “Even if I tried to talk to her, “You sound so angry-
she would just make some excuse and leave. I told you, she won’t be alone with me- “Of course I’m bloody angry!” she barked. “They killed my Dad! They’re killing
“And what makes you think she would talk to me about it?” people everyday, and then there’s that bloody Muggle-born Registration Commis-
“Because you two are close with things like that. You said yourself that you’re sion! Have you seen the propaganda they’re making about Muggle-borns?”
like brother and sister- Draco felt his chest tighten.
“Yes, but- Muggle-born Registration Commission. Muggle-born. Granger.
“Please, mate,” said Ron, and Hermione’s heart sank at the desperation in his “Yes,” his aunt replied. “I saw something about it in The Prophet and there were
voice. She hated that she was the cause of it. “Just give it a go, and then maybe I could- some leaflets delivered to the house. It’s awful-

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 Exhaustion had hit Draco hard in the last fortnight days, sinking deep into his “Just give it a little more time,” Harry mumbled so quietly that she barely heard
muscles until they throbbed, and a permanent headache had settled right between it. “She might still be a little upset that we left her behind-
his eyes. In the fistful of days following the news of Ted’s death, all those little pat- “No, it’s something else-
terns and routines that had kept everything running had diminished. There had “Just give her a bit longer, Ron,” said Harry, his words firm this time. “Everyone
been no languid games of Wizard’s Chess, no communal breakfasts, and no mid- is going to be acting differently right now because everything is different. Hermione
night meetings with Andromeda over cold cups of coffee. Everything had fallen probably had a few things going on at Hogwarts that she’s thinking about, like the
into a dreary and disorganised bedlam, and nobody could quite muster the effort whole thing with Snape. There’s probably other stuff too-
to give a shit. “Yeah, like maybe she doesn’t see me that way anymore,” Ron mumbled, so
Except perhaps Blaise. quietly Hermione barely heard him. “Maybe she started to like someone else.”
Andromeda had been sleeping in Tracy’s room, because she couldn’t bring her- She inhaled a sharp breath and locked it in her lungs, keeping as still as possible
self to return to the home she had shared with her husband and confront all the when the voices of her two friends paused. Her pulse sped up a little, and she won-
memories that would inevitably be scattered everywhere amongst the dust. She dered if she had indeed whispered something indicative in the rare hours that
barely surfaced from Tracy’s room, and Blaise had done his best to keep some sort granted her sleep.
of order in their safe-house, assigning various chores to the Slytherins and adopting “Ron-
Andromeda’s role as the head of the home, although Draco wondered if Blaise “Is that so hard to believe, Harry?” he went on. “We weren’t with her for
might be doing it to distract himself from his lonely nights without Lovegood, who months. She could have easily fallen for someone else, like Justin or Michael or…
had been missing for almost a week now. Merlin, it could be anyone-
It was... difficult. “You don’t know that-
Draco couldn’t recall a time when he’d been surrounded by people coping with “But it could have happened. And…you know, of course I’d be gutted and eve-
death in such a delicate manner, and he had no idea how to act amongst his mourn- rything, but I’d rather she told me-
ing companions. He hadn’t known Ted well by any stretch, but evidently his affinal “You’re jumping to conclusions,” Harry interrupted tiredly. “I think you should
uncle had had a huge impact on the others’ lives before he’d arrived; a pseudo- just leave her for a little while-
father to Theo and Millicent it seemed, and melancholy is contagious when it’s “But if nothing changes, you’ll talk to her for me?”
trapped in a confined space. “Yes, alright,” Harry groaned. “But I think you’re getting worked up over nothing.”
As expected, Theo’s reaction had been the most severe, and for the first two days “Cheers, mate,” said Ron, and she knew he would be forcing a tight grin. “Hey,
he had done nothing but vomit, scream, and try to demolish anything in his sight. pass me the radio. I want to see if that ‘Potterwatch’ thing is…
But, much like life and everything else, the anger and energy had slowly bled out of Hermione felt the guilt nibbling at her heart again, and she blanked out their
Theo, and for the last four days he had mirrored Andromeda’s corpse-like appear- voices as a lone tear skimmed down her cheek and stained her pillow. She tucked
ance and sluggish movements. her chin against her chest, and the comforting ghost of Draco’s scent, still barely
The two of them did nothing more than existed, trapped in a catatonic-like trapped in his t-shirt, fell against her tongue. It really hit her at that moment; just
trance of bereavement that resisted any sort of purpose. how much her secret was pushing pressure into the cracks of her relationship with
Blaise had concealed Theo’s wand somewhere, and had also decided that he was her best friends.
to be monitored, and they all took turns to stay in his room at night, although Draco She knew then that she would have to tell Harry and Ron.
had offered to take the later shifts several times. He slept less than everybody else,
so it made sense. ★★★
But it was all catching up to him now, and he had actually retired to bed at a
reasonable hour for a change, so he was more than irritated when a disturbing Another week…
dream about Dark Marks and Granger’s cries woke him too soon. In a rare incident of reluctant rapport, Andromeda, Luna and the defected
Jolting up in bed with a harsh intake of air, there was cold sweat in his eyes Slytherins (minus Tracy and Miles, who had yet to emerge from bed) somehow
and shivers scraping down his spine as the echoes of Hermione’s screams rang in his ended up meeting for breakfast in the kitchen that morning. Draco scowled at the
ears. He dropped his face into his clammy palms and tried to steady his breathing, back of his aunt’s head when their elbows clashed, causing him to pour a little too

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much milk into his tea, but she was too busy trying to prepare food with rushed She could see the uncertainty behind the glare of his spectacles. “So he just…
spells and a clumsy wand arm to notice. Rolling his eyes and deciding that starting stopped caring? About you being a Muggle-born?”
from scratch would be pointless, he joined Millicent, Theo, Luna and Blaise at the “Oh, Merlin no. It took a while for him to even be civil to me, but that’s just how
table and stared at the steam rising from his mug. he was raised. Perhaps I’m being optimistic, but I think he’d been questioning his
“You make it the Muggle way,” Luna remarked, dragging him from a daydream ideas about blood prejudices before anything happened between us. Maybe even
before it had even started. before he let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts.”
“What?” “What do you mean?”
“Your tea,” she said. “You always make it the Muggle way.” “You saw him last year, Harry,” she sighed. “How tormented he looked. Surely
“I noticed that,” Theo chimed in. “Your food too, now I think about- if he’d been that certain that everything he’d been taught about Muggles and Mug-
“So?” Draco shrugged. “What’s your point?” gle-borns was right, he would have actually gone through with it.”
“You’re a spoilt prat who is used to taking the easiest option,” said Blaise curtly. “Hermione, he was still-
“You would normally use magic- “He was never evil, Harry,” she defended her absent lover hastily. “He just…
“I didn’t have my wand when I was staying in Hogwarts- made the wrong choices. I think the doubt was always there, and I simply… gave it
“But you have it now- a push in the right direction-
“I’ve just gotten into the habit of doing it myself,” Draco shot his friend an im- “But that doesn’t-
patient glare. “Merlin, you lot are fucking nosey- “Why do you love Ginny, Harry?”
“Is the new way better than the old way?” Luna asked suddenly. “I… what do you-
His attention shifted to her; his eyes wary and calculating. After fractured weeks “I mean, it’s not exactly convenient,” she carried on. “She’s your best friend’s
in the eccentric presence of Lovegood, he had learned that she wasn’t the dim-wit- sister. Why do you love her?”
ted girl he had always expected she would be. On the contrary, he was convinced “I um…,” he stuttered clumsily. “I don’t know why… I just do.”
that everything she said had a hidden meaning or a riddle attached to it, which Her lips twitched at the corners with a sad smile. “Exactly.”
irritated him to no end, and he was just about to tell her to mind her own business Harry seemed to consider her for a silent moment before he shook his head and
when the radio in the centre if the table screeched. pushed his glasses further up his nose, a habit she knew he did when he felt uneasy.
Since Lovegood had introduced them to the pirate programme, the radio had He stared at the tips of his shoes and exhaled through his nostrils.
remained in the kitchen, and he had half-listened to two broadcasts, which had fea- “What did you want to ask me, Hermione?”
tured ‘River,’ ‘Romulus’ and ‘Royal’ attempting to calm the public and encourage She dropped her eyes, sensing that he was done with their conversation about her
them to assist Muggles. He watched Lovegood tap her wand against it and mumble relationship with Draco, and she couldn’t tell if his opinion had softened or not. From
the appropriate password - Padfoot this time - and as the sullen voice of ‘River’ the agitated drumming of his fingernails against his kneecaps, she doubted it.
floated into the kitchen, Draco felt his gut twist with anxiety. “I wanted to know what you told Ron.”
Listeners, we don’t have much time… “Nothing,” he mumbled. “I knew if I said you liked someone else, he would want
Draco did a quick scan of the room and knew they all felt it too; a foreboding to know who and ask a lot of questions. I just told him I hadn’t spoken to you be-
knot of apprehension in their chests. Andromeda had paused her ministrations and cause I didn’t know what to say.”
was nervously wringing her hands, her eyes fixated on the radio. The others were She swallowed down an itch in her throat. “He was holding my hand when I
all so still and rigid that it looked like their bones might shatter beneath their flesh, woke up,” she said. “Harry, I need to tell him-
particularly Theo, who seemed to be holding his breath. “No.”
It is with great regret that we inform you that we have learned of several deaths “But it’s not fair on him-
that have not been reported by the Wizarding Wireless Network News… “Not yet, Hermione.”
In his peripheral vision, Draco saw Lovegood grasp Blaise’s hand so tight, her
nails sliced into his knuckles. ★★★
Fuck, he missed Granger.
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 Relief warmed her. “It’s okay.” Everything got a little blurry for Draco at that point.
“I just…it was just a big shock… well, it’s still a big shock, and I- Annabelle Snowbloom…
“I know,” she nodded. “I understand- Samantha Jones…
“Well, that’s my problem,” said Harry. “I have been thinking about it, and I still Lewis Gibson…
don’t understand, and I think I need you…yes, I need you to explain it to me.” He didn’t recognise those names.
“You want me to tell you what happened? Between Draco and I?” Ted Tonks…
“I want to hear your reasoning,” he muttered. “You’re the smartest person I He heard his aunt take in a shuddering breath, and that’s when everything be-
know, so maybe if you explain, it might make some sense to me.” gan to fall apart. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the radio, but he heard the drum-
She chewed her lip. “I… I’m not sure how to- ming of stumbling footfalls and an unnatural strangled sound as Andromeda ran
“How long?” he prompted. “How long have you… had feelings for him?” for the back door with sobs clogging her throat. Theo was up on his shaky legs a
She cast her memory back to the first kiss she had shared with Draco; that odd second afterwards, staggering out of the room and knocking over glasses and orna-
day with the bee sting when he had saved her life, and she had touched his face so ments as he went.
unabashedly, and then it had happened. That had been the catalyst that had sucked Draco kept listening.
her into Draco’s life. That insane moment of impulse had changed everything. Dirk Cresswell…
“November,” she mumbled distantly, remembering the winds. “It started in “Fuck,” Blaise swore behind his teeth. “I should-
November.” “No,” Draco heard Lovegood say. “You go and check on Theo. Millicent and I
“Okay,” he said. “And how?” will go to ‘Dromeda.”
She went back in time again, thinking of all the little events that had built up to There was another rumble of rushing footsteps and chairs clattering to the floor.
that fateful moment; from their lingering stares, to late nights on the sofas with hot A door opened and the broken cries of Andromeda harassed Draco’s ears before
chocolate. From him reading her Muggle books, to her cooking him meals. From the door slammed shut and cut them off.
him panicking when she didn’t return, to her stabbing their hands and mixing their “Draco,” Blaise called. “Come on, I might need a hand with Theo.”
blood. From every prolonged glance to every inquisitive touch. Blaise’s voice barely registered.
From tolerance, to curiosity, to lust, and then love. A Goblin by the name of Gornuk…
Life is nothing more than a series of flimsy incidents that build up to something “Draco, come on!”
beautiful or tragic. Sometimes both. “Just give me a minute,” he hissed quietly.
“You know, it’s true what they say,” she whispered before she even realised the Matthew Greenweed…
words had left her. “You never really know someone until you live with them. In a There was a heavy thud from upstairs and the piercing crash of exploding glass.
way, we were both lost and out of our comfort zones. I didn’t have you and Ron, Blaise growled from the door. “DRACO, WILL YOU JUST-
and he didn’t have his friends or family…we didn’t really have anything, and when “I SAID JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING MINUTE,” he roared.
all that was stripped away, there was nothing to hide behind.” “What the hell-
“But- “I NEED TO-” his voice broke for a moment. “I JUST NEED TO MAKE SURE
“And we both just…crumbled in front each other,” she went on. “You-Know- THAT GRANGER ISN’T ON THAT FUCKING LIST, OKAY?”
Who wanted him dead and he was completely overwhelmed by his circumstances, That must’ve been good enough because he heard Blaise sprinting up the stairs,
and after I Obliviated my parents, I was so… devastated. But it made us... human, followed by muffled yells and heavy thuds that made the ceiling lights judder.
I think. We were…we were real because we were broken.” Timothy Stephenson…
Harry’s brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.” Grace Hartwood…
“I mean it was just… us,” she tried to explain. “Our personalities, our… souls, I He was panting, and his heartbeat was pounding against his eardrums.
guess. Just emotions and instincts, and we just… matched. Connected, almost.” And Dominic McGrath. We have to go off the air now, but as we do, we ask you to
“Because you were both alone?” take a moment’s silence, in memory of those who have fallen. Keep safe and keep faith.
“No,” she shook her head. “No, there were other people I could have found Draco let go of a moaning breath and dropped his head with relief. He stole
company with if it had simply been loneliness. It was more than that.” some selfish seconds to let all the trepidation ooze out of his pores, but a choked

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scream from upstairs snapped him out of his alleviating trance, and with uncoop-
erative limbs, he stood up and went in search of Blaise and Theo. He followed the
sounds of scuffling and disconcerting whines that sounded too raw to be human to
Theo’s room, and he found carnage.
A section of Theo’s desk was charred and smoking, the window had been
smashed through with what Draco guessed was a chair, and there was blood
smeared across the spider-web cracks of the destroyed mirror. His eyes trailed
the path of blood down the wall and across the floorboards until they landed on
Blaise and Theo.
They were struggling on the floor; Blaise desperately trying to keep a hold of
Theo’s hands and distribute his weight to gain some balance. Draco realised then
TABOO
that there was a wand a couple of feet away, and Theo was trying to drag himself
over to it, hooking his nails into the splinters of the floor. There were shards of
mirror-glass embedded in Theo’s skin, glinting in the morning sun, and Draco
cringed when one of Theo’s fingernails split and ripped away from his cuticle, and
he let out a pathetic whimper. He didn’t stop reaching for his wand though.
“Draco, bloody help me!” Blaise demanded. “Grab his arms!”
He blinked to clear his head before he did as instructed, grasping Theo’s elbows
and giving them a firm tug so they were behind his back. Draco noticed the sweat HERMIONE BLINKED AWAY THE BLURRY FOG OF SLEEP AND TRIED TO
gathering between Theo’s shoulder-blades and dribbling down his temple as Blaise focus. She felt it before she saw it, something in her hand that didn’t belong, and
altered his stance and helped to keep Theo’s arms locked in place. her brow wrinkled with a puzzled frown when she noticed the extra set of fingers
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” he screamed. “BLAISE, I SWEAR I WILL CRU- tangled with hers. The light in the tent was faint - a small teal flame withering in a
CIO YOU WHEN I GET FREE- lantern in the corner - but she instantly knew whose hand was holding hers, and
“Where is your wand?” Blaise asked Draco. she followed the arm up to Ron’s sleeping face.
“Downstairs.” She snatched back her hand so quickly, her elbow collided with her hip. The
“Shit, mine too- temptation to shake Ron awake and lecture him about the decency of keeping his
“I AM WARNING YOU, BLAISE!” Theo threatened furiously. “LET ME GO!” hands to himself came to mind, but the thought passed and she was suddenly very
“Theo, breathe,” said Blaise steadily. “Come on, mate- alert and fidgety. She abandoned the idea of trying to fall back to sleep and eased
“FUCK YOU- herself out of her camping cot, tip-toeing out of the tent and deciding to find Harry,
“Easy, Theo,” Blaise tried. “Just breathe in, and then out. Come on. Just try it.” who she knew was on watch tonight.
Draco heard him swallow a huge gulp of air, and Theo was shaking so violently, She spotted him several metres from their camp, leaning against the crumbling
that his limbs contorted in disturbing shapes and angles. Then he started to retch trunk of a lifeless oak tree, and when the moon glinted in his glasses, she knew he’d
and gag, and Draco hesitantly patted Theo’s back as he heaved up his stomach con- seen her. He’d been determinedly avoiding her since her confession about Draco
tents, and the acidic stench of bile invaded the room. and she thought he might stand and leave, but his shoulders sagged and he huffed
“Easy, mate,” Blaise mumbled quietly. “There you go.” out a breath that turned to cold mist as she neared him. There were things that
“Fu-fuck them,” Theo choked between heaves. “I-I hate them.” needed to be said; a cracked friendship that needed to be mended.
“It will be alright,” Blaise soothed. “It will be alright.” “Hi,” she offered meekly, sinking to the ground opposite him.
But Draco didn’t believe him. “Hi,” he echoed, and the awkwardness between them made her cringe. “Hermione-
“I want to ask you-
★★★ “I have some questions too,” he interrupted, looking almost nervous. “I, um, I
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announcing who had been murdered? All his family are involved in this War- Not a week. Just the hours of daylight.
“I can’t keep lying to him, Harry- Hermione flicked her wand to awaken the dying fire. It was her turn to keep
“He loves you, you know,” he stated as though it was obvious. “He hasn’t said watch tonight, and she had ventured a good distance away from their camp to es-
it, but I can tell he does- cape the repetitive drone of Ron’s snoring, mindful to stay within the Wards. She
“Harry,” she groaned. “That’s all the more reason- tilted her head and looked back up to the cloudless sky; a deep blue canvas speckled
“You can’t tell him,” he said firmly, brushing past her. “I’m going to bed. To- with blinking stars, and she decided it was all too calm. Too beautiful.
morrow we act like this conversation never happened, okay?” They’d listened to the ‘Potterwatch’ broadcast earlier and Hermione’s heart had
Hermione sighed, looking back at the withering fire as she numbly nodded her sank for Tonks. If her calculations were correct, Tonks was only a few days away
head with assent. She could hear Harry’s footsteps getting distant as he returned to from her due-date, and she couldn’t begin to comprehend how her friend would be
the tent, and she was alone again. Retaking her seat on the ground, her eyes went feeling under the circumstances. And Annabelle Snowbloom…
back to the sky and sought out the constellation that stirred memories, and it was Yes, she’d only met the woman for a fleeting moment in time, but sometimes
as if nothing had changed. the briefest of encounters can leave the boldest of imprints on your memory.
The lies and secrets remained, and her conscience felt just as bruised as before. Hermione simply found it all so bizarre that there were wizards and witches being
slaughtered amongst the flames of war, and here she was; studying constellations with
a book in her lap and only the snapping sounds of embers the to disturb the peace.
For the hundredth time, she caught herself staring at the fourteen stars that out-
lined the constellation in the shape of a dragon, and she closed her eyes to savour a
daydream of Draco sighing against her neck.
Her eyes snapped open and she straightened her spine when a second set of
breaths accompanied hers.
Her conscience was itching again.
“You should be resting, Harry,” she mumbled guiltily as he neared her. “You
kept watch last night, so you must be tired.”
“I can’t sleep,” he replied, dropping to the ground to sit beside her. “I thought
I’d come keep you company, and I wanted to talk to you-
“Are you going to ask me why I’ve been avoiding Ron?” she questioned before
she lost her nerve, and she frowned when Harry’s eyebrows lifted with bewilder-
ment. “I heard you two talking about it several nights ago-
“Hermione, we didn’t mean anything by it-
“I know, I know,” she hushed him. “I’m not upset or anything. I mean, Ron was
right, I have been acting… differently around him, and you are entitled to explana-
tion, but I just… I am uncertain how to explain this.”
“You know you can tell me anything,” said Harry softly. “It’s okay-
“I’m not sure if I…,” she trailed off, but she shook her head firmly. “No. No, I
need to tell you-
“Hermione-
“Ron was right,” she rushed out. “I, um… I don’t feel anything romantic to-
wards him like I used to, and there is… someone else.”
Harry tilted his head, and she could see a flicker of disappointment behind his
glasses. “We thought that might be the case,” he confessed. “Well… that’s okay-
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eyes. The dance of the flames captivated her for a moment. “I just… I need to figure forcing him to face her. “You are… you are best friend, practically my brother and
out how to tell you this.” I need you to try and understand.”
“Hermione- A pained expression crossed his features. “Hermione, I don’t think I can-
“Right,” she said with conviction. Hell, she had started now. “Remember what I “Harry, you know me,” she continued. “If I…if I thought there was any way that
told you about Snape? Well, he came back to Hogwarts to ask McGonagall a favour… he would still be associated with the Death Eaters, then I wouldn’t-
And I was there, and, um… the favour was to hide…” she hesitated before she said “I just can’t-
his name. “…Draco from You-Know-Who, because he failed his mission and- “I’m sorry for lying to you,” she said sincerely. “I really am-
“Malfoy?” Harry asked in a stunned tone. “Malfoy was at Hogwarts? We “But not for getting involved with him?”
thought he was dead.” “I… no,” she stammered. “No, I don’t regret what happened-
“No,” she whispered. “He’s very much alive. Anyway, McGonagall asked me “Do you love him?” asked Harry suddenly.
to… keep an eye on him, I guess, and he was staying in my dorm, and we lived “What?”
together for a few months- “Do you love him?”
“I don’t understand,” Harry interrupted, looking completely lost. “What does Hermione swallowed back the lump in her throat. “Yes, I do.”
Malfoy have to do with this?” He grimaced and pulled away from her, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his
“Everything,” Hermione blurted, and she met her best friend’s confused stare hands. She could see the conflict etched in every muscle of his face as he began to
because she had to. Her heart went wild in ribcage. This was it. “Harry, it’s him… pace for some lingering minutes, glancing back at her and shaking his head. She
it’s Draco.” wanted to continue defending Draco, but she doubted it would help the matter, and
She felt her chest constrict when her best friend physically recoiled at her words. as the silence stretched out between them, she could see the horror slowly leaving
“What...what are you- Harry, until he released a heavy breath and paused his steps.
“Now just… just listen to me,” she stuttered. “When he was living in my dorm, I got “I’m not going to pretend I understand,” he said finally. “I don’t think I ever could-
to know him and we just… I developed feelings for him and it just sort of happened- “Harry-
“You’re actually serious,” he murmured incredulously, getting to his feet and “But you are my best friend,” he carried on, looking completely defeated. “I
backing away from her. “Hermione, are you- love you like a sister, Hermione, and I…I’m thinking about the people who were
“He’s not what you think he is,” she rambled desperately, following him as he killed today and… You know, the likelihood that we will all survive this War is
moved away. “He’s not, I swear- not looking brilliant-
“He’s a bloody Death Eater!” Harry exclaimed. “How could you even think that- “You don’t know that. We can win this-
“He’s not really one of them!” she argued quickly. “You know he’s not! You said “But we might not,” he stopped her. “And I would never want you and I to end
yourself that he wouldn’t have actually killed Dumbledore- on bad terms after everything we have been through. You have stood by me through
“And that excuses everything else?” all the…insane decisions I have made with no questions asked, and perhaps I can…
“No, of course not!” she tried, and she felt the tears begin to burn. “But he’s not return that favour… I think.”
like that now! Harry, I swear, if you could just speak to him, you would see- “Harry-
“I would see the same evil prat who did everything he could to make our lives hell!” “I’m not saying I’m happy about it,” he told her. “Far from it. I think you
“No, no you wouldn’t,” she disputed adamantly. “He’s different now. Think are…completely wrong about Malfoy, and I don’t think that opinion will ever
about Regulus, Harry! And Snape! It’s not always so black and white. People can change, but it’s not like he’s here and I have to see it, so I will…tolerate it, I guess.”
change. People do change- “Okay,” Hermione accepted his response with a weary frown. “Well… thank
“Not him!” you. Now, I just need to figure out how to tell Ron-
“Harry, just listen- “You can’t tell him,” Harry interjected swiftly. “No way-
“You betrayed us!” “What do you mean?” she asked. “He needs to know. I feel like I’m leading him
“He’s not one on their side- on, and it’s cruel-
“He’s not on our side though- “Hermione, it would devastate him if he knew about Malfoy,” he reasoned.
“Harry, please trust my judgement on this,” she implored, grabbing his arm and “And he’s got enough to think about. Didn’t you see him today when they were

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 “As I recall, you were also very stubborn,” she reminded him. “But yes, he’s She shut her eyes. “Yes.”
worse than you were. Maybe even worse than Theo.” “That’s… that’s fine,” he stumbled over his words. “I just wish you’d have told me-
“Then why bother trying?” “It’s Draco Malfoy.”
She exhaled a brief and delicate laugh. “Always the pessimist.” There was another silence, but this was the kind when even the birds and the
“I refute that. I would consider myself a realist,” he said, coiling a loose lock of winds seem to die in time, until nothingness is just screaming in your ears like a
her hair around his finger. “You, on the other hand, are very much an optimist.” scorned banshee. She slowly peeled open her eyes and found Ron closer than she’d
“Perhaps someone needs to be an optimist at the moment,” she mumbled, turn- expected, his face frozen and blank, but then she saw his lips were stretching up his
ing her head to place a chaste kiss against his palm. “You know, all great victories cheeks. And then he was laughing; that soft chuckle that made his shoulders
come from small ones. Maybe today won’t be so dark if Draco sees the light.” bounce, quickly building in volume until it was heartily boisterous and causing his
whole body to shake.
★★★ “That-that is hilarious!” he choked out between blasts of laughter. “Oh Merlin,
Hermione, you do come out with some mental stuff-
The early hours of tomorrow morning came slowly; one o’clock, two o’clock, She chewed her bottom lip. “It’s not a joke, Ron.”
three o’clock, they dragged by at such a taunting pace. He raked his fingernails He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Of course it is-
through his hair for the fiftieth time and rolled his shoulders to click away some of “Ron, look at my face,” she said, bracing herself for the turn. “I’m not joking.
the tension in his muscles and bones. For over twelve hours, he had done nothing It’s Draco.”
but wait with the same clawing thoughts bouncing around in his skull. He was tired His chuckles weakened with every breath he sucked in, and his expression grad-
and edgy, his backside numb and his limbs like cardboard after countless bouts of ually twisted into a look of utter bafflement. His jaw sagged, and his baby-blue eyes
pins and needles, but he’d wait another twelve hours if he had to. narrowed into thin, curious slits that inspected every detail of her face like he’d
He heard the handle of the door creak before he saw it twist, and he climbed to never met her before. He cleared his throat, and she found herself oddly transfixed
his feet too quickly, all the blood rushing to his head and making him sway. Lupin on a thick vein that twitched in his neck.
stepped out the room first, closely followed by Tonks, and they turned their heads “Hermione,” he frowned. “It’s not funny any more-
to acknowledge Draco with weary eyes and sweat on their upper-lips, evidently fa- “It’s not meant to be funny,” she told him. “It’s the truth-
tigued after twelve hours of Merlin knew how many Healing Spells. His breath “Don’t be ridiculous,” he snorted. “No…no, it’s impossible.”
hitched in his throat when Tonks shut the door behind her and massaged the bridge She groaned into her palm. “Ron, I know this a shock-
of her nose, but he kept his expression tight and stoic, fighting the urge to shove “I don’t believe you-
them aside and force his way into the room. “Ron,” she sighed. “I swear on my life that Draco-
“You can go ahead to bed, Remus,” she said. “I’m just going to have a quick “Stop saying that name!” he barked, his eyes going wide and “You’ve gone
word with him.” bloody mad!”
Lupin faltered for a moment, observing Draco with deliberate suspicion before “We were together at Hogwarts,” she murmured. “And I fell-
he did as his wife had requested and left them alone. Tonks had placed herself be- “Don’t you dare say it!”
tween Draco and the door, and he looked past her at the handle, his tolerance fleet- “If you just… if you just let me explain-
ing quickly as his cousin gave no indication that she intended to move. “Hermione, stop it!” he yelled, turning away from her and balling his fists in his
“Tenacious little bugger, aren’t you?” she quipped. “I thought I told you very hair. “Stop it now!”
clearly to stay downstairs- “You might understand,” she pleaded, trying to grab his arm. “You might-
“Merlin’s grave,” he growled to himself. “Let me inside that fucking room or tell me- “DON’T TOUCH ME!” he bellowed, loud enough that a flock of birds in a
“I wanted to apologise to you,” she interrupted him, and it threw him off guard. nearby tree scattered. “I love you! Did you know that?”
“I think I… I underestimated your relationship with Hermione- “Ron, please-
“It’s not your place to judge mine and Granger’s relationship at all.” “Did you know that when Harry and I found the locket, it showed me my biggest
“I’m just trying to let you know that I understand now,” she continued. “And I fear?” he told her, and the tears in his eyes made her breath hitch. “And did you know
will give you a break- it showed me you? You and Harry! And now you’re telling that it’s you and Malfoy!”

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 “I-I’m sorry!” she sputtered, and she was crying too. “Ron, I really am. I just “Or maybe I do understand, and it makes you uncomfortable,” she inter-
needed to tell you- rupted. “You’re right though, it’s your business and not mine, but… perhaps you
“How the fuck could you do this to me?” should make it Hermione’s business-
She flinched. She’d only heard him use the harsher swear words a couple of times “That’s enough!” he barked furiously. “I won’t tell you again, Lovegood; leave
and they sounded so out of place on his tongue. “Ron, I never meant to hurt you- me the fuck alone.”
“SHUT UP!” he roared, clenching his eyes shut like he was in physical pain. With a small bob of her head, she bent down and placed the mug by his feet
“Shut. Up! Just stop it!” before she tuned to leave. “I hope you like the tea,” she said over her shoulder.
“Hey!” Harry’s voice came from behind her, and she spun around to find him Draco’s heavy and incensed glare pierced Lovegood’s back as she retreated
jogging towards them. “I heard shouting- down the corridor and disappeared down the stairs. He grabbed the mug she’d left
“She’s lost it, Harry!” Ron shouted, pointing a trembling finger at Hermione. behind and hurled it at the adjacent wall, watching the jagged shards of porcelain
“She’s completely bloody lost it! She said that her and Malfoy were at Hogwarts and- explode with a loud smash as the tea spattered across the floorboards. He’d deny it
“You told him about Malfoy?” Harry snapped his eyes to her. “I told you not until his deathbed, but Lovegood had touched a nerve.
to tell him!” He’d be lying if he said the exasperating topic of love hadn’t slipped into his mind
“I’m sorry,” Hermione sniffed. “I needed to- in the last few hours, despite his self-conserving attempts to ignore the subject.
“Wait. You knew?” Ron accused, and he looked completely betrayed as he re- He knew what Lovegood was thinking; that he rejected the mere mention of
garded Harry. “You knew, and you didn’t say anything?” love because he considered it a weakness, but that was a ridiculous notion that al-
“Ron, mate,” said Harry steadily. “I’m sorry- ways seemed to arise in repetitive romance stories featuring a surly antihero with a
“You lying tosser!” maturity complex.
“Mate, calm down- He didn’t think love was weakness. His parents were very much in love, openly
“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” he seethed. “Both of you stay the hell so, and he’d never thought them to be weak for it. The fact of the matter was, loving
away from me- Granger would be completely inconvenient. Loving her would mean there was no
“Please, Ron,” Hermione tried desperately. “If you just give me a moment I going back. To admit that he had fallen in love with her would be to slice the final
could… Draco’s not like he was- fragile thread that connected him to everything he had lived by before; his preju-
“He’s a bloody Death Eater, Hermione! A. DEATH. EATER!” dices, his wealth, his parents…all of it.
“No, he’s not!” But then, maybe he already had. Maybe convenience had failed to be a factor
“Yes, he fucking is!” he spat. “He tried to kill Dumbledore! He let the Death for some time now.
Eaters into Hogwarts! He’s got the Mark and everything, you idiot! He follows
Voldemort, and- ★★★
“RON, NO!” she cried frantically. “THE TABOO!”
But it was too late. The wind changed, and she could hear them coming. Blaise eyed the satisfied smile on his girlfriend’s pretty lips as she strolled back
into the kitchen. “That took you a while,” he commented, leaving his seat to ap-
proach her. “Dare I ask why?”
“I just spoke to him about a few things,” replied Luna flippantly. “You know, I think
Tonks may have some nargles in her garden. I’m sure I put my charm on the countertop.”
“It’s in my pocket,” he said. “What did you say to him?”
“What was necessary.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“Possibly tomorrow.”
Blaise trailed his fingers down her spine and shook his head. “You’re wasting
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impossible for him to ever perceive her as a real member of his family, but his par-
ents…Bloody hell, his parents. The fact that they were still working for Voldemort
after he had put a price on his head was disconcerting, but what if they’d been
forced? What if Weasley was mistaken? Or what if they had indeed contributed to
Hermione’s brutal ordeal?
He groaned into his palms as a pulsating headache made his eyes water.
He’d been without her for weeks, and now there was only a wall separating
them, but she might be so much further than that if her mind had been effected by
the curse. Why was fate and circumstance so hell-bent on sabotaging them?
He’d have risked insanity and isolation to be back in her room again; just the
pair of them locked away without Tonks, Weasley and every-fucker-else deter-
BLOOD
mined to throw daggers at their relationship.
“I thought you might be here,” Lovegood’s voice made him start. “I brought
you some tea.”
He tilted his chin to regard her coldly. “Do I look thick? I’m not having anything
you give me.”
“There’s no Sleeping Draught in it. Just a tiny hint of Lavender to ease your stress.”
“I don’t want your sodding tea, Lovegood,” he snapped. “Just bugger off.”
She didn’t move, but then he hadn’t really expected her to. “You’re an odd per- SHE DIDN’T EVEN REMEMBER SHOUTING, “RUN!” TO HARRY AND RON.
son, Draco.” She was racing away before her voice reached her ears, surging her body forward
“Excuse me?” he scoffed. “I’m odd?” and snaking around trees with everything she had. The ground seemed to quake
“You’re so determined to distance yourself from those who are trying to help you- with the fast and thunderous footsteps of the Snatchers, and the sound of it rumbled
“I never asked for anybody’s help. I definitely haven’t asked for yours- all around her. Patches of mud and hidden bumps rocked her balance, but she tried
“Friends shouldn’t have to ask- to keep her focus amongst the adrenaline storm.
“And I am certainly not your friend,” he bit out, his tone rough and gritty with Harry was to her right — about twenty feet away — sprinting through the forest
distaste. “Do you have any concept of how irritating you are? And you’re com- with two Snatchers on his tail. She couldn’t see Ron, but she could hear him calling
pletely gone in the head. You just sit there talk absolute bollocks and it’s infuriating. out to them, maybe another twenty feet or so from Harry, and she prayed he had
How Blaise puts up with you, I’ll never know.” the sense not to blurt any of their names. If they could just get some distance and
“He loves me,” she shrugged casually. “You know, like you love Hermione, reach each other to Apparate. If they could just get somewhere safe. If they could…
and she loves- The Snatcher behind her was getting closer.
“What?” he hissed quietly. “Get the hell out of my face- She could feel his shadow against her back; the chill of it on her neck. She hurled
“Oh, I see,” she murmured, innocently cocking her head to the side. “You’re a spell over her shoulder, and the sparks of it singed her cheeks. She heard a thud
still pretending you don’t love her?” and hoped she had successfully managed to hinder his chase, but she could already
“How bloody dare you presume you know anything about my relationship feel another one catching up to her.
with her!” The wind of a hex rushed past her ear, and she raised her arm to shield her eyes
“Your actions speak for themselves,” she said with a slight grin. “See, I told when it struck a tree and launched a spatter of splinters towards her. She fired an-
you you’re odd. There really is no logical explanation for why you should con- other spell behind her and somehow managed to find some more speed, trying to
tinue to deny it- veer towards Harry and Ron. If she could just get to them…
“And you’re the queen of logic, are you?” he remarked, rolling his eyes. “You She heard a change in Ron’s shouts and knew that they’d caught him.
don’t know the first thing about how I feel towards Granger, so don’t- That was it then. There was no way they’d leave him behind. They were in trouble.
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the Stinging Hex was the first spell that popped into her head. She hit her mark; He guessed he’d been sat in this spot for about six hours, leaning against the
Harry’s face, and she watched him stumble as the inevitable pain began to register, wall beside the only door that hadn’t responded to an Alohomora and had been
and his features began to inflate and swell. She hoped it would be enough to alter charmed with a Silencing Spell. The room Granger was in.
his appearance. To make him unrecognisable. In the hour or so before that, everything had carried on around him in a distant
Ron was struggling persistently against the two Snatchers who dragged him haze. Weasley and Lovegood had managed to convince Potter to relinquish his hold
over to their group, but it was futile. There were Snatchers surrounding them from on the House-elf — a House-elf Draco had remembered had worked for his family
all sides now, slithering around the trees and circling them. Two of them took hold some years ago — and they’d wrapped the dead creature up in a white sheet, and
of her arms, but it was only when Fenir Greyback marched towards them that Her- laid him out on the sofa in the sitting room. After Weasley had fixed his broken
mione realised just how terrified she was, and the lingering look of hunger he di- arm, Thomas had helped Ollivander to a bedroom and healed his injuries, insisting
rected towards her made her feel sick. He looked just as she remembered; feral and it was wise for him stay in the same room to keep an eye on the frail Wandmaker.
unkempt, and her eyes fell to the smudges of dried blood under his fingernails. The Goblin, Griphook, had also been given a room, and he retreated upstairs with-
“Running is never a good idea,” he said in his scratchy tone, his calculating glare out so much as a thankful dip of his head or any inclination that he cared about the
shifting to Harry. “What the fuck happened to your face, ugly?” state of the injured.
“Al-allergies,” he stuttered. And then Lovegood had done what she’d said she would. She’d made tea, and
Greyback cocked a too-bushy eyebrow. “Names. Now.” she’d spiked it with Sleeping Draught. Had he not been so distracted by his anxiety
“Dudley. Vernon Dudley.” for Hermione’s condition, and the fact that Lovegood annoyed him to the core, he
“And you, ginger?” might have mentally commended the witch for the smart move. She and Blaise had
“Stan Shunpike- used magic to levitate Potter and Weasley to bed, and Draco had instantly set about
Fenir backhanded his cheek, and Ron grunted at the impact. “Your real name.” finding the room Granger would be in.
Ron swallowed hard. “Barny Weasley.” And he had not moved from his position since.
“A Weasley?” Fenir repeated. “You’re a Blood Traitor then. The Order of the It was evening now, and the house was getting dark as the final rays of sun sim-
Phoenix ring any bells? There are a few Weasleys in there.” mered and gave way to night. He felt physically drained and his body had gone
Ron shook his head, and Hermione averted her gaze when Fenir turned back to numb with the need for rest, but his brain was alert, stubbornly refusing to yield to
her with that same perverted stare. “And you, girly?” sleep until he knew that Granger was awake and well, and he would demand to see
“Penelope Clearwater,” she said with more conviction than she felt. it for himself.
“Pretty name for a pretty thing,” he said, licking his jagged teeth and reaching A troubled and lonely mind drifts between self-destructive thoughts when there
out to stroke her cheek with a yellow and sharp fingernail. Hermione shuddered is nothing but hollow hours and silence for company.
and tried hard not to retch. “I bet you taste sweet- He’d thought constantly about the side-effects of the Cruciatus Curse, reciting
“Don’t touch her!” Ron snapped. “Leave her the hell alone!” them again to himself.
“How touching,” he snarled, glancing over to one of the Snatchers. “Check the Internal bleeding, seizures, paralysis, organ damage, memory loss or insanity.
list. We’ll be taking you to the Ministry. If you are who you say you are, you’ll have Memory loss or insanity.
nothing to worry about- It was those last two that disturbed him the most. The idea of Granger being
“Hey, wait,” one of the Snatchers interrupted, and Hermione’s noticed the unable to remember what had happened between them in her room did damaging
crumpled copy of The Daily Prophet in his hand. He gestured to a page. “Look at things to his psyche, and he had revisited those memories and tried to recall every
this, Greyback.” detail…just in case…in case he needed to remind her.Fuck, that would ruin him.
Hermione felt dread drop in her stomach when Fenir’s eyes flicked from her to And insanity…the thought of Granger without that brilliant mind of hers…he
the newspaper, and then back to her. She exchanged a troubled look with Harry couldn’t even begin to comprehend how he would deal with that.
and tried to keep her composure, but she knew what was coming. And then he’d thought of his family and the part they’d played in his lover’s
“This picture looks a lot like you, girly,” he growled. “And it says here, known to be torture. He’d never really held any sort of regard for Bellatrix as she’d been locked
travelling with Harry Potter.” He turned to Harry. “Well, well, well. This is interesting.” up in Azkaban for the majority of his life, and her psychotic mindset had made it
Harry tensed. “That’s not-

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the tinge of red to his saliva as his cheek started to pound. His temper soared and “Shut it,” he spat, moving over to Harry and squinting at the taut scar on his
he felt his magic course through his veins, that prickling sort of static heat that was forehead. “It is you! We’ve got Potter!”
untamed and hazardous. It felt volatile, and so did he. A roar of cheers erupted from the herd of Snatchers, and even the effects of the
“Bad move, wanker,” he growled, looking up from the floor to find the tip of Stinging Hex couldn’t hide Harry’s alarm. “Come on!” one of the Snatchers
Weasley’s wand aimed at him. He reached into his pocket to withdraw his own shouted. “Let’s take him to the Ministry-
wand, but then Lovegood calmly stepped between them, facing Weasley, and he “No!” Fenir called back. “They’ll take the credit for it. We’ll take them straight
scowled at the back of the girl’s head. to the Dark Lord.”
“Luna,” Ron frowned. “What are you doing?” Hermione’s heart was wedged in her throat.
“Enough damage has been caused by hostile magic today,” she said softly. Oh God no…
“Don’t you think?” “We’ll take them to Malfoy Manor.”
“This has nothing to do with you, Luna.”
“Lovegood,” sneered Draco. “Get the fuck out of the- ★★★
“Hey,” said Blaise, cautiously edging closer to his friend’s side. “Come on, mate.
You need to compose yourself. You’re not thinking straight- A sudden wave of nausea washed over Draco as he descended the stairs, and he
“Don’t even bother, Zabini- clutched the banister to steady himself as the dizziness subsided. It passed and he
“It’s not the time or the place. You are out of control- shook his head, absently blaming the odd turn on a lack of a sleep.
“SHUT UP, BLAISE!” The quiet hum of voices grasped his attention — Theo, Blaise and Andromeda
“Do you think Tonks is going to let you see Granger if you put a hole in Wea- by the sound of it — and he rolled his shoulders as he approached the kitchen.
sley’s chest?” he questioned quietly, so only they would hear. “Look, you can beat He had successfully managed to steer clear of Theo and Blaise since his outburst
the living shit out of him any other day, but you know Tonks will send you straight over a week ago, knowing that Theo was likely to make some comments that would
back to Andromeda’s if you do it now, and you will have gained nothing.” bait his anger, but he didn’t give a shit anymore. He’d grown sick of the sight of his
Draco despised the reason in his friend’s words, but the grip on his wand slack- bedroom walls and the sound of silence, and he could really care less if Theo de-
ened anyway. There were too many eyes on him; Thomas, Ollivander, and even cided to be a snarky idiot about the situation, especially when he had broken down
Potter had stopped what they were doing, and he felt far too exposed. He glared at about Ted’s death.
Weasley over Lovegood’s shoulder as she continued to speak to him in soothing Shoving open the door, Theo, Blaise and Andromeda paused their conversation
tones, his thoughts shifting back to Hermione, and all his fury was consumed by and regarded him with a mixture of caution of curiosity. Draco studied Blaise first,
concern for his witch. and instantly concluded from his dishevelled appearance and bloodshot eyes that
“You know, Harry looks like he needs your support right now,” he heard Lovegood was still missing. He was unshaven, exhausted, and blatantly anxious, his
Lovegood mumble, and Weasley glanced at his inconsolable friend. “You should brow creased with worry-lines and body rigid with strain, like he was ready snap.
go and help him, Ron.” Andromeda was preparing food, and while she still looked every bit the grieving
With a resigned sigh, he reluctantly lowered his wand and met Draco’s aggres- widow, there was a small spark in her eyes, which he credited to the recent birth of
sive stare. “Keep him out of my face- her grandson. Yes, she definitely looked better, like her spirit was mending slowly,
“Be grateful it’s still intact, Weasel,” Draco snarled as Ron headed over to Potter, and that was…good. Perhaps he had come to accept that she was indeed his aunt,
and it was only then that he tucked his wand back into his pocket. or maybe it was the resemblance she bore to his mother, but seeing her so depressed
“Right,” breathed Lovegood, turning to face he and Blaise. “I think I’ll make had made him feel uncomfortable.
some tea.” And then there was Theo…
“Well, good afternoon, stranger,” he smirked, and Draco rolled his eyes. “How
★★★ nice of you to finally grace us with your presence-
“Theo,” warned Andromeda. “Don’t start-
Draco rubbed his sore and swollen eyes and wondered if he’d cried today, but “I was beginning to forget what your face looked like,” Theo went on. “In hind-
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 “Fuck off,” Draco scoffed, dropping into a free chair. “I’m not on the mood for Draco’s eyes went wide and back to Granger, and he ached to touch her again.
you today, Nott- He’d never been subjected to the curse himself, but he knew the possible destructive
“I’m just trying to lighten the mood- effects of it well; internal bleeding, seizures, paralysis, organ damage, memory loss
“Theo, that’s enough,” said Andromeda firmly. “You know, nobody gave you or insanity… He winced.
any hassle when you were upset- “For how long?” Tonks asked Weasley. “How many times?”
“Oh, come on!” he exclaimed. “That was completely different! Am I seriously “I don’t know,” Ron groaned. “We weren’t…we weren’t there when it was happening-
the only one who thinks the irony of Draco’s situation is hilarious? It’s Granger- “Remus!” she called. “Remus, I need your help here! I need more potions!”
“Theo,” hissed Draco. “Carry on, and I fucking swear- Draco tracked his old professor as he offered an apology to Potter, who was still
“Look, I’m not going to take the piss because she’s a Muggle-born or anything, rocking back and forth with the dead House-elf in his lap.
but you hated the girl because of her blood status, and she’s Potter’s best friend- “There’s more in the back bedroom,” said Remus as he came to his wife’s aid,
“Theo- quickly but carefully gathering Hermione in his arms. “We’ll take her upstairs.”
“And look at you now,” he continued. “Defected with a Muggle-born girlfriend who Draco made to follow as Lupin left the room, but Tonks blocked his path and planted
just happens to be Gryffindor’s little golden princess, and one of the Pheonix lot.” a firm hard against his chest. “Move out of my way,” he growled. “I need to be with her-
Draco growled behind his teeth. “Theo, I will- “No,” she shook her head. “You are staying here-
“Fuck, I would pay so much money to see the look on your parents’ faces if they “I want to help her! Just-
found out,” he grinned with genuine amusement. “I mean, wouldn’t it have just “If you want to help, you stay out of the way!” she ordered, also regarding Wea-
been easier to shit directly onto your family crest or your father’s fortune?” sley. “That goes for you too, Ron. Both of you will stay down here!”
“Alright, Theo! That’s enough!” Andromeda shouted. “You have said your piece- An enraged snarl rumbled at the back of his throat as his cousin disappeared
“I’m only having a laugh- out the room, and he was once again without Granger. The frustration, the fury,
“Well, it’s not funny.” the resentment, and the angst all boiled and bubbled within his chest, and at the
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” he snorted. “You all need to get a sense of humour. It’s core of it was this devastating craving to just know Granger was alright. But no.
not like I’m having a dig. You know, I think all my shock was used up when Blaise She’d been ripped away from him again, and he felt the walls of his control crack,
started fancying Lovegood. You know, you two could start a club, or maybe write a and Weasley might as well have been wearing a target.
book. How to get Laid and Piss off your Parents in One Easy Move, by Draco Mal- “You said it was your fault,” he hissed in a forebodingly low tone, locking his
foy and Blaise Zabini- dark eyes on Weasley. “What the hell did you mean by that?”
“Theo, shut the fuck up,” Blaise hissed slowly, but there was an eerie calmness “Piss off, Malfoy.”
to his posture as he leaned back in his seat and tapped his finger against his mug of Draco’s fist lunged for Ron’s face of its own accord, clipping his jaw and sending
tepid coffee. “If you so much as breathe in an irritating way, I will deck the shit out him staggering backwards a few strides. “You mind your fucking mouth, Weasel!”
of you, alright?” “Don’t you dare touch me, you slimy twat!” Ron barked.
Theo faltered but clicked his tongue haughtily. “Fucking cheerful bunch, aren’t you?” “I asked you a question!”
Blaise sprung up from his chair and looked just about ready to throttle Theo. “YOUR FAMILY DID THAT TO HER!” he screamed. “YOUR psycho aunt!
“You never bloody learn to shut your gob- YOUR parents in YOUR home!”
“Blaise, calm down!” Andromeda yelled, rushing over to interject. “Theo, you Draco hesitated, open-mouthed and so incredibly lost about how to respond to
can go and help Miles do the laundry.” that. He hated Bellatrix at that moment, could feel himself physically vibrating with
“What? I did it yesterday- all the loathing he felt for his aunt. And his parents…he didn’t know…he couldn’t
“I don’t care. You’re riling everyone up, and I won’t have it- even contemplate the idea of his mother inflicting torture on another human, Mug-
“Why should I have to walk around on eggshells just because these two are gle-born or not. His father…fuck, he didn’t know. His brain was throbbing. And
whining about their missing girlfriends?” Granger… Hermione… he’d never be able to get that image of her out his head; so
“Just go!” she demanded. “Now!” broken and yet somehow still beautiful.
“Fuck’s sake,” he grumbled, shaking his head as he left the room. He shouldn’t have let his mind wander. Weasley punched him hard in the face,
He slammed the door behind him, and Blaise eased back into his chair with a snapping his head to the side with an audible clap. He grunted and spat, staring at

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 “Calm down.” long and weary breath. Draco considered him carefully, so familiar with all the tell-
“No, but it was my fault, and I- tale signs of stress and apprehension.
“I have it!” Tonks gasped with relief. “I have it, I have a pulse! Give her to me, “I take Lovegood’s still missing then?” he asked, unsure what he expected to
Ron. Let her go.” gain from the question.
Draco let go of a strangled sigh and felt some strength return to his limbs. He Blaise lifted his guarded eyes to him and hesitated before he nodded his head
watched as Tonks practically slapped away Weasley’s hands and hauled Hermione once. “Almost two weeks.”
into her arms, manoeuvring with a little difficulty as she moved towards the table “They’ll turn up soon,” Andromeda offered reassuringly, but it was such a
Draco was leaning against. She laid Hermione down with care and studied her in- flimsy promise.
tently, assessing the damage and mumbling behind her clenched teeth.
Draco just kept staring at Hemione, eyes narrowed to stop them stinging and ★★★
his muscles rigid to hide his trembling. He moved slowly around the table on un-
steady feet, pausing at Hermione’s side and blocking out his cousin’s muttered The Manor reeked of death and Dark Magic, and Hermione tried not to inhale
Healing Spells and everything else in the room. the stench.
“Wake up,” he whispered, barely loud enough to hear himself. Instead, she analysed her surroundings carefully, racking her brain for any
Being this close to her again made his fingertips itch, but his mind just couldn’t method of escape, but she knew it was impossible. They had no wands, they were
make sense of seeing her in this state, and it made him hesitate. His Granger had outnumbered, and the Manor would inevitably have anti-Apparition Wards. They
always been so full of energy, be it a spark in her eyes, a blush warming her cheeks, needed a miracle. A fast one.
or a subtle smile on her lips, even in sleep. This Granger looked like she’d been Fenir’s horrid breath was in Hermione’s hair, and she tried to jerk her head away.
carved from dead stone and then splashed with red paint for morbid effect. He and his henchmen dragged her, Harry and Ron to a large room, and when Her-
“Shit,” murmured Tonks, breaking his trance. “Remus! Where’s the Dittany? mione realised who was waiting for them, she felt her insides scrunch up with fright.
And I need the Wound-cleaning Potion! And- There was something about Bellatix that would forever haunt Hermione.
“Top cupboard!” Perhaps it was the unhinged and sadistic glint in her eyes, or the disturbing
Draco zoned out again as Tonks tore open a cabinet and returned with a handful twitch to her vile grin, but the witch was just…inhuman to Hermione, like her in-
of small vials. In the corner of his eye, he was convinced one of Granger’s fingers sanity had picked away at her brain until all of the familiar emotion and instinct
twitch, and he thought it might be okay to touch her now. He stretched out his hand had been eroded. She was a creature; an evil and psychotic tool that was designed
to reach for hers, but the moment his thumb grazed the soft but cold skin of her for nothing except torture and murder. And she relished it, like some sick hobby to
palm, someone was clamping down on his shoulder and hauling him backwards. pass the day. Completely deranged, and deadly because of it.
He was pulled back several paces away from Granger, and he whipped around to There was movement behind Bellatrix, and Hermione barely stifled a gasp.
confront Weasley, flushed and seething with hot rage. They seemed so different to the last time she’d seen them; Lucius and Narcissa
“You stay away from her!” he spat. “You have NO right- Malfoy. All of that loud and aristocratic arrogance had diminished, as had that at-
“Get the fuck out of my way, Weasley!” yelled Draco. “You don’t have a clue- tention-demanding confidence of a married couple in power, and Hermione was
“Yes, I do! She told me about you!” transfixed on them. Narcissa looked like she hadn’t eaten in weeks, frail and dis-
Draco cocked an eyebrow with surprise. “Then you should know it’s a good idea traught, while Lucius bore all the signs of a man who had been relentlessly tortured
to stand aside- for months, until his pride had abandoned him and his spirit had been subdued.
“YOU WILL NOT GO NEAR HER!” Hermione accidentally met Narcissa’s eyes and saw nothing but sorrow, and she
“WEASLEY, I WILL FUCKING DRAG YOU IF I HAVE TO- remembered then that she hadn’t seen Draco in almost a year, no doubt assumed
“SHUT UP!” Tonks shouted over them, and it all went very quiet. “Ron, you he was dead, and Hermione momentarily forgot the cruel woman she’d always
need to tell me what happened to her so I can help her!” thought Narcissa to be, and saw a vulnerable mother who had lost her son. She was
Weasley faltered. “I don’t… I’m not- weary, vulnerable, and seemed almost… reluctant to participate as Bellatrix and
“Come on, Ron!” she pushed. “The Cruciatus Curse? Poison? Something else- Peter Pettigrew eagerly rushed to meet them.
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 “Just a moment,” said Bellatrix. “How are you so sure? The boy’s face is- spray of purple-black bruises across her face, chest and arms. Blaise stormed past
“The girl’s a Mudblood,” he replied, shoving Hermione towards Bellatrix. “Her him to get to her, grasping her elbows and examining her closely, gently tilting her
picture was in The Prophet and it says she’s travelling with Potter- chin and mumbling questions about the severity of her injuries. Lovegood simply
“A Mudblood?” she echoed with interest, snapping her wicked eyes to Hermi- smiled a dreamy smile and touched his face.
one. She look like she might lick her lips with anticipation. “You do look very fa- His attention shifted to Potter, a crumpled and stuttering heap on the floor, half
miliar. Cissy! You’ve met this thing a few times, haven’t you? What’s her name? sobbing and half in shock as he hunched over a bleeding House-elf who was dead
Didn’t you say you saw her Madam Malkins’ not long ago?” in the eyes. He was pleading for help, and that Lupin bloke was crouching at his
Narcissa barely lifted her head. “I can’t recall- side, trying to calm him and pry the lifeless House-elf from his hands. Potter stub-
“Granger! The Mudblood’s name is Granger. Draco mentioned her years bornly resisted, clutching the small creature and shaking his head like madman as
ago,” said Lucius, and Hermione didn’t miss the twinge of pain that stole Nar- he pleaded with Lupin to try and revive it.
cissa’s features at the sound of her son’s name. She felt I too. “Yes, she was always And then his eyes landed on a mess of matted curls drenched with blood, once
with Potter! It is him!” brown but now a sickly, burgundy colour, and he forgot to breathe.
“I told you!” Fenir boasted. “And you can see the scar- Completely paralysed.
“Let me see it!” she demanded, striding over to Harry and grabbing his face. “It Hoping he was mistaken, he sought her face and his legs went a little weak. All
is him! I will- her familiar features were there, but they were so, so different. Her skin was eerily
“I’ll summon him!” Lucius interrupted, reaching for his sleeve. “Let me be the one- pale, ashen like an antique china doll, and her lips were blue except for the thin trail
“Now is not the time for your desperate need for his approval, Lucius!” of blood sliding down to her jaw. And her arm…dear fuck, her arm. It looked like
“Don’t talk to him like that!” Narcissa barked at her sister, and Hermione was it had been mauled; deep slices that were practically spitting blood, and her skin
too distracted to notice the Snatcher tugging at her bag. was red-raw where it was split into…letters? Mudblood?
“Oh, don’t be so sensitive, Cissy! It’s not my fault you decided to marry such There was bile at the back of his throat and he choked.
a pathetic… He realised then that Weasley was cradling her, repeatedly mumbling some-
Bellatrix trailed off, her eyes narrowing with outrage. thing that sounded like, “my fault,” with tears on his cheeks. At any other time, he
would have been infuriated just thinking about Weasley touching her, but he didn’t
★★★ react…barely acknowledged him, too overwhelmed and stunned. He focussed
solely on her, searching for any indication of life. A breath. A groan. A flutter of
Draco flinched and looked down at his forearm. eyelashes. Just any sign of anything.
His Mark was itching, almost painfully so, and he grudgingly peeled back his She really did look dead.
sleeve to scowl at the ugly smudge on his snowy-white skin. He hadn’t really exam- He had to look away. He lost his balance and stumbled back a few paces until
ined it in a while, had practically refused to acknowledge it since that night in As- he collided with a table, and he grasped it to steady himself, his breaths leaving him
tronomy Tower and more so when he and Granger had started sharing a bed. It in sharp bursts. He closed his eyes when they started to burn and his heartbeat was
looked just as it always had, but the irritating prickle began to worsen, and he beating painfully in his sockets and eardrums.
smothered a groan behind his teeth. She couldn’t be.
“Draco?” Andromeda mumbled, eyeing his Mark cautiously. “What’s wrong?” Absolutely not.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “It just randomly started…burning.” He opened his eyes and his vision was misty, but that didn’t matter because
Tonks was kneeling next to Ron and blocking his view of Granger. If he’d had the
★★★
voice, he would’ve screamed at her to move, but instead he tilted his chin and
watched as she searched for a pulse, drowning out the racket in the room and fo-
It all happened too quickly. cussing on his cousin’s voice.
One of Fenir’s men had seized Hermione’s bag and extracted Gryffindor’s “…need to calm down, Ron,” she mumbled steadily, but he could hear the alarm
Sword, and then Bellatrix had erupted with action, screaming questions about the in her voice. “Just hold her still… I need to-
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 cocky retorts. Hermione held her breath until the hot sparks jetting out of Bella-
trix’s wand stopped, eyeing the still bodies of the stunned men, who were scattered
across the floor like dirty confetti.
“Pettigrew!” Bellatrix growled, gesturing to the injured Snatchers. “Get rid of
them. Take them to the courtyard, and I’ll deal with them later-
“Bu-but, Bellatrix,” stammered Lucius. “The Dark Lord-
“If you summon the Dark Lord now, he’ll have our heads, you senseless idiot!”
She turned to Fenir. “Put these in the dungeons with the others, except for…except
for the Mudblood,” Bellatrix said, coming close enough to Hermione that she could
PULSE feel the wet of her breath. “We’re going to have a little chat-
“No, wait!” Ron yelled frantically. “Not her! Me, you can take me!”
“You’ll be next, Blood Traitor-
“Not her-
Fenir released Hermione and rammed his fist into Ron’s face, silencing his pro-
tests before grabbing him and Harry, and dragging them out of the room. Hermi-
one watched them go, her heart sinking to her stomach when they disappeared
from her sight and their voices drifted out of earshot.
“Aw,” cooed Bellatrix, tutting her tongue. “So sad.”
DRACO MANAGED TO KEEP HIS BALANCE WHEN THEY LANDED, AND Hermione could feel herself shaking, and her breathing began to accelerate, but
as the dizzying effects of the Portkey wore off, he found himself in an overgrown she willed her body not to betray her fear. She’d be damned if she gave Bellatrix the
garden, facing the back of unfamiliar and secluded house that was blanketed with satisfaction of seeing her crack. The dark witch was staring at her with an ominous
ivy. It looked far too serene, too innocuous, and he began to question whether expression of excitement, tapping her wand mockingly against her hip, and Her-
Tonks had muddled up her Portkeys, but then he heard the shouting. mione needed to look away, her eyes wandering over to Narcissa again, but she was
Several raised voices were picked up by the wind, the words and intent stifled frowning at the floor.
by the thick walls of the house, but the panic in those voices was loud and clear. “Where did you get that sword, Mudblood?” Bellatrix snarled, right next to ear.
Tonks shot ahead like a bullet and it jerked him into action, his toes practically “We-we found it. It’s just a fake. A copy-
nipping at her ankles, and Blaise was close behind him as they raced to the house. “Lies,” she hissed, baring her chipped and grey teeth. “Not that it makes a dif-
They barged inside, following the cries for help and the heavy thumps of hasty foot- ference. I was going to torture you anyway. Let’s get started, shall we?”
steps to a kitchen-come-dining-room, and Draco froze. Hermione locked her limbs and braced herself for the inevitable, tilting her chin
The room was in chaos. defiantly for dignity’s sake and telling herself she wouldn’t scream.
His ears instantly began to ache from all the yelling, until all the voices seemed The first blast of the Cruciatus Curse made her fall to her knees. It felt like her
to blur into a piercing roar of noise. There was too much going on in such a small bones, blood, veins, and everything beneath her skin was fizzling with fire, or being
space, and his eyes darted from one screaming person to the next, trying to make stabbed at with blunt and rusty knives. Her whole body tensed and spasmed at un-
sense of it. He recognised Ollivander first, the elderly wizard trembling and feebly natural angles, and she clamped down hard on her tongue to stop the cry that was
dabbing his fingers against a nasty wound on his forehead. That Thomas lad from dying to be released, whining at the back of her mouth.
Gryffindor… was it Dean?… was trying to help Ollivander, calling out for assis- Oh Merlin, it hurt…like nothing she had ever experienced.
tance while tying to nurse his own wounds; an oozing gash on his shoulder, and a And then it stopped.
broken arm, judging by the abnormal bend of his elbow. Next to them was a Goblin “How did you break into my vault?” Bellatrix demanded, standing over her.
with blood trickling down from his hairline but little else to indicate any distress, “We-we didn’t-
and Draco recognised him to be Griphook from Gringotts. “Crucio!”
He noticed Lovegood next, looking more dazed than usual with a split lip and a The second round was so much worse; somehow more concentrated and

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deeper, and Hermione dropped completely to the floor, writhing as the brutal trem- options, eyes flicking between Andromeda, Blaise, and himself. Letting go of an
ors took control of her. She thought that the scream that ricocheted around the exasperated sigh, she rubbed her eyes and shot Draco a warning glare.
room didn’t sound like her at all, but she felt her lungs strain, and she understood “If you put one foot out of line,” she said slowly. “I swear, I will bloody-
how this torture drove people mad. “I won’t,” he assured her. “I won’t.”
“Fine then,” she agreed stiffly. “Mum, where are the Porkeys I sent you? We
★★★ need to be quick.”
“Here,” Andromeda replied, rummaging in a drawer and tossing Tonks a dec-
Draco pulled his sleeve back down to cover his Mark. orative eggcup wrapped in cloth. “Be safe. All of you.”
It was still itching a little, but it was bearable, and he didn’t like the way An- Draco offered his aunt a curt nod of gratitude as Tonks carefully unwrapped the
dromeda and Blaise had studied it with such awkwardness. They were silent now; small trinket, laying it flat in her palm, cushioned by the cloth until they were all
Blaise gliding his finger across the rim of his mug, and his aunt absentmindedly ready. His gut was twisting with everything; apprehension, concern, anticipation…
sorting through the kitchen supplies, so when the sudden crack of Apparition He was going to see Granger again, assuming this ‘plan’ his cousin had mentioned
sounded outside, the three of them flinched with surprise. had gone well… assuming she’d managed to get out… assuming she was still alive…
Tonks came barrelling into the room through the back door, clutching a blan- Too many uncertain factors with so much room for error… He felt sick again.
ket-wrapped bundle in her arms and rushing over to her mother, completely obliv- “Right, come on. We need to move,” said Tonks, her tone urgent. “On the count
ious to the two Slytherins sat at the table. Although he could only see the back of of three. One, two, three.”
her, Draco could tell from the tension in her shoulders that she was flustered and
haste-driven, and he shared a puzzled look with Blaise.
“Mum, I need you to look after Teddy for a bit,” she said quickly. “I don’t know
how long it’ll be for-
“What is it, Nymphadora?” asked Andromeda. “What’s wrong?”
“We just received word from Aberforth,” she explained, carefully handing over
Teddy. “The Snatchers must’ve caught them, and he said that there are others too-
“Sweetheart, just slow down. Who are you talking-
“Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were-
“What?” breathed Draco, his voice barely a whisper of shock. He got to his feet
as Tonks whipped around with a gasp. “What did you-
“You shouldn’t have heard that-
“You said Granger-
“Look, just wait a minute-
“You said Granger,” he repeated in a forebodingly low tone. “Is she… is she alright?”
He had literally needed to choke out that question, and he didn’t even want to
know the answer. He’d never felt anything close to this; emotion wedged in his
throat, his heart drumming behind his eyes with a heavy beat, and the structure of
his body taut, prepared for the breakdown. This was what he’d been dreading…his
witch…Hermione…but it was all too real.
Tonks sighed. “As far as we know-
“What the fuck does that mean?” he spat, taking some steps forward and posi-
tioning himself in the way of the door so his cousin couldn’t attempt to leave. “Is
she alive, or is she not?”
“We don’t know, but we think-

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if it would be too hopelessly optimistic of her to think that they might have a chance, “You said there were others,” Blaise spoke up. “Luna. Is Luna one of the others?”
that they might get out of here alive. If not her, then at least the boys… “It’s…it’s likely, but we don’t know-
There were rough fingers yanking at her shoulders and hair, hauling her up to “Then what the hell do you know?” Draco asked impatiently.
stand, and then the freezing edge of a blade was licking at the taut vein in her throat. “We know where they are,” said Tonks, fixing him with an unsettling look.
“Drop the wands, or she dies!” Bellatrix ordered. “DO IT NOW!” “They’re at your house. They’re at Malfoy Manor.”
“Alright!” said Harry.
“Good! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches! Grey- ★★★
back, would you like to take care of Miss Mudblood? I am sure the Dark Lord will
not begrudge you the girl, after what you have done tonight.” “We didn’t take anything,” Hermione whimpered, her voice failing. “It-it’s just a fake.”
Before Harry and Ron could surrender the wands they must’ve obtained in She felt herself being magically levitated again, rising almost six feet in the air
the fray, Hermione let her head fall back and noticed the subtle swing of the chan- before Bellatrix slammed her body hard back down to the cold, stone floor. Her
delier, its beautiful jewels chiming quietly with the movement. And another head landed with such an impact that it bounced, and the back of her head became
noise; metal scraping against metal. Creaking. Splitting… Everyone in the room very wet and warm. Just as the bitter scent of blood registered, Hermione realised
had stilled to listen to it, and then there was a final telling snap, and the chandelier Bellatrix was crouching next to her, gripping her arm and tearing away the material
came crashing down. of her sleeve.
Merlin knew how, but Hermione summoned enough energy to tear herself out “Repulsive Mudblood,” she sneered, her menacing face hovering above Hermi-
of Bellatrix’s hold, managing to stagger a few steps forward and into the safety of one. “You should all be branded a birth.”
Ron’s ready arms, and that was when she blacked out. Bellatrix muttered an unfamiliar incantation, producing a small globe of green
light at the tip of her wand, and Hermione’s eyes went wide with horror as she
★★★ swiftly stabbed it into her arm. She slashed, sliced and hacked away at her skin, and
Hermione was screaming again, thrashing around and trying to get free as Bellatrix
“I’ve wasted too much time,” said Tonks. “I need to get back…they will need help- carved the letters for what felt like hours.
“Then take us with you!” Blaise pleaded desperately. “We can help.” When Bellatrix had finished disfiguring her arm, she fired another Cruciatus
“Absolutely not- Cruse directly to Hermione’s chest, and her cries of pain became scratchy, weaken-
“That could be my girlfriend! I need to see if she’s there!” ing to cracked and pathetic noises that sounded like a dying bird. Her voice had
Draco was breathing heavily, trying to keep his temper subdued. “Just…just let given up on her, but the need to scream remained as Bellatrix continued to torture
us come with you.” her within an inch of insanity.
“I will not- Again, it stopped, but the residue of the Curse felt like poison crawling around
“You heartless bitch!” he yelled. “I need to see Hermione! I fucking need to, do her insides, and, Oh Godric, she felt so dizzy. She battled unconsciousness, know-
you not get that?” ing that blacking out with her head injury was unwise, but it was so tempting to
“No!” Tonks argued firmly. “Look at how angry the pair of you are! Your pres- surrender to the darkness that loomed at the edge of her vision…
ence would do more harm than good- “Bring me the Goblin, Pettigrew,” instructed Bellatrix. “He’ll tell us if the sword
“Please, cousin,” he forced the words out, hating that this situation had reduced is indeed a fake.”
him to begging. “Let me see her.”
“Draco- ★★★
“Take them with you, Nymphadora,” said Andromeda steadily, trying to calm
her grandson’s cries. Teddy had started to sniffle in Andromeda’s arms, but Draco barely noticed.
Tonks arched an eyebrow at her. “But Mum- “My house?” he repeated quietly. “Why would-
“If it was Remus, you’d be acting in the same way as them,” she went on. “Just “You-Know-Who’s been using it as his base,” Tonks told him bluntly. “We
take them with you. Give them something…give them hope.” don’t know what’s happening, but we know that’s where they are-
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 “There are anti-Apparition Wards surrounding the grounds, and they would a chance to begin. So brief. So heartbreaking. So… beautiful in all the wrong ways.
have been changed since you went missing- She hadn’t meant to murmur his name aloud; hell, she didn’t think her voice
“I still might be able to get in- would allow her another syllable, but she had definitely heard it. She didn’t even
“Draco, look- consider the possibility that her fractured voice had reached someone else’s ears,
“NO! You fucking look!” he roared, striding up to his cousin with rage-fuelled until the swishing hem of a robe suddenly came into her line of sight. Using what
steps. “I need to get in there! I need to- little strength she had left, she managed to tilt her chin and lock eyes with Nar-
“There is nothing that you could do,” she interrupted calmly. “Letting you just cissa Malfoy.
waltz into the Death Eaters’ headquarters would not only be dangerous for you, but The older witch’s face was stretched with a mixture of surprise and confusion
for everyone else who’s trapped there- as she cast a wary glance around the room — presumably to check no one was
“THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” he demanded, slamming his watching — before she knelt down at Hermione’s side.
balled fist into the wall. “You’re just going to leave Granger there? They will kill her, “You said Draco’s name,” she whispered. “Why would you… do you know what
you stupid fucking- happened to him?”
“Help has been sent,” said Tonks. “If all goes to plan, they’ll be out of there soon.” Hermione tried to respond, but all she could manage was strangled noise that
had no meaning. Narcissa scanned the room again and then slowly removed her
★★★ wand from her pocket, aiming it at Hermione with her features hardening with
concentration.
Mudblood. “Legilimens.”
The word was engraved into her arm in an ugly smear, weeping perfect, little There was no way she could resist the spell. Hermione clenched her eyes shut
droplets of blood that dribbled out of her like tears. She concluded the wound at as a rush of heat shot up her spine and into her skull. Memories flashed against the
the back of her head was worse than she had initially thought. The blurriness of her backs of her lids in rapid succession, images of those first awful weeks when Draco
vision was getting worse, and while she could hear the distant sounds of Bellatrix had been forced to stay in her dorm. She saw herself stabbing his palm with her
questioning Griphook, it sounded so far away. Her bloody hair was damp and wand and then fastening their hands together. She saw Draco leaning over her after
sticky against her neck, matted in thick clumps, and her head felt numb and hollow, the bee-sting, and their fleeting first kiss. She saw herself returning to her room
almost detached from the rest of her aching and battered body. after her stay with Tonks, and him rushing towards her and grabbing her face. She
She guessed that a few of her ribs had been broken, perhaps her arm too, but it was saw them on the sofas, on the window-seat, on the ice, and all those kisses in be-
difficult to focus on one area of the pain. There was a pretty ribbon of blood trickling tween. And then she saw them in the Forbidden Forest; rain hammering against
out of the corner of her mouth, but she couldn’t decide if she had simply torn her vocal them as Draco just stood there, frozen in place, and she told him she loved him,
chords with all her screaming, or if she’d suffered some internal damage. and pressed the Portkey into his hand.
It didn’t matter… And then she was back in the Manor, staring at Narcissa’s stunned expression,
Hermione had accepted that she was going to die here; terrified and alone on and almost wanting to express her gratitude to the witch for allowing her to relive
this ice-cold floor, and that her death would be dealt to her by a relative of the man those memories. She felt weaker now; her lids like rocks and her whole system soft
she loved. It was almost poetic, but then the tragic love-stories always are. and pulsating. She was disorientated, bordering on delusional as her body and mind
Unconsciousness was creeping up on her, and she knew that she wouldn’t wake started to shut down.
up. There was nobody coming. Nobody could come. Logically, death was the inev- “…help you,” Narcissa’s hushed voice brought her back. “If you swear to tell me
itable fate for her, as it is for everyone, but hers would be early. Too early. Too where Draco is, I will get you out of here. I promise. Please, just tell me what hap-
prolonged and excruciating. pened to my son.”
She thought of her parents, how they would probably never know that the daugh- Hermione tried to speak, but it was futile, barely managing a stuttering gargled
ter she’d made them forget had been killed, but then maybe that was for the best… sound that was lost to the unexpected racket of a commotion behind her.
She thought of Harry and Ron, wondered what would become of them, and She thought she might… yes, she could hear Harry and Ron, and then Lucius,
prayed that they might get free, or at least have an easier time than she’d had. Fenir, and Bellatrix, all of them shouting manically. Narcissa disappeared, and Her-
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 Blaise scoffed. “‘The weather’s been nice recently?’” he echoed derisively. “I don’t give a shit about your opinion of me!” he blurted. “You want to do me
“What the hell- a favour? Then you tell me-
“Well at least I fucking said something.” “She’s alright,” said Tonks finally. “Considering what happened, she is better
“And you thought the weather would be a sufficient topic?” than expected. Her wounds are healed, except for that…thing on her arm. Physi-
“Hey, I’m doing better than when we met Lovegood at ‘Dromeda’s,” he defended. cally, she is going to be fine.”
“That’s true,” agreed Luna. “I would have happily discussed the weather with “And mentally?”
you, Theo.” “We’re not sure yet,” she sighed. “She suffered a bad blow to her head, and with
“See, Lovegood agrees with me. What would you have preferred? ‘Hi, Granger. the Cruciatus Curse… she’s very muddled up, drifting in and out consciousness
Remember me? I hated you in Hogwarts, but let’s start over because you’re shag- and just mumbling incoherently. As far as w can tell, she’s fine, but we won’t really
ging my mate.’” know until she wakes up properly.”
Draco sneered. “I fucking warned you, Nott- Draco swallowed down the clot of nerves in his windpipe. “And her memory?
“It’s okay, Draco,” Hermione cut him off. “They shouldn’t have to tread on egg- “Again, we won’t know until she wakes up, but perhaps-
shells around me. I’d rather they were honest.” “Are you going to let me fucking room, or not?” he snapped impatiently. Why
“Granger- was he here listening to this clueless witch when she apparently had no clue how
“No, Draco,” she insisted, giving him a stern look. “I’m aware that things have Hermione was doing? “Or do I have to-
been…difficult in the past, and it would be easier if it was all just out in the open- “Alright,” she stopped him. “You can go in, Draco.”
“So, you’re encouraging them to behave like twats?” he frowned at her. “Yes, He surged past her and barged into the room, pausing once he had crossed the
that’s a brilliant idea- threshold to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. There was a lone candle in
“I’m not encouraging them to do anything, I’d just rather we didn’t tip-toe the corner, coaxing flickering shadows to dance across the walls, but he instantly
around the matter and pretend to be interested in the bloody weather- focussed on the silhouette of a figure on the bed. Hermione. He slammed the door
“I never said we should discuss the sodding weather!” he seethed, oblivious to shut behind him, adamant that there would be no more interruptions, and then he
the others in the room now and the awkward glances being exchanged. slowly made his way towards the silhouette, transfixed on the comforting rises and
“Well, then let them just say what they want, and I will deal with it!” she huffed. falls of her chest.
“For Godric’s sake, Draco, I’m a big girl- All the haste left him, and now that he was only a few feet away from her, he
“Well, forgive me for trying to save you from getting offended- suddenly felt wary and tentative, like he might break her if he got too close. She
“They’re hardly likely to say something I haven’t heard before! And you proba- made a sleepy little sound and he quicken his steps, his heart racing in his ribcage
bly called me more names in Hogwarts than Theo and Blaise combined!” and his pulse banging against his eardrums with anxiety, anticipation, adrena-
“That’s irrelevant- line…he didn’t even know anymore.
“It’s completely relevant!” He reached the bed and concentrated on the sound of her breathing before he
“Bullshit- eased himself down and sat at her side. All he could make out was her shadow and
“And we didn’t overcome it by discussing the weather- a brandy-coloured halo from where her hair caught the candlelight. It wasn’t
“Would you stop mentioning the bloody weather!” enough. He removed his wand from his pocket and waved it over the flame to give
“We overcame it by being candid and forthright- it some life, and finally, he could see her.
“The circumstances are entirely different!” he shouted. “Salazar’s soul, even And she looked… normal.
when you’re ill you’re an argumentative pain in the arse- She was so different to the haunting version of her he’d seen earlier; all bloodied
“And you’re an incorrigible prat!” and battered with frosty skin and a dead expression.
Their dispute might’ve continued had Luna not dragged a chair away from the She looked like Granger now, clean and relaxed with some pink in her cheeks
table, and the sharp, scraping sound of it against the floorboards snapped Hermi- and a slight frown scrunching her brow. The only indication of her nightmare were
one out of the heated moment, and again, she found there were too many sets of some half-healed, yellow bruises by her temple and the neat bandage wrapped
eyes on her. A warm blush crept into her cheeks and she tucked a stray curl behind around her arm from her wrist to her elbow, and he glared and the red stain already
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 He ached to touch her, but it took him a minute or so to actually do so, and he “Luna,” Hermione exhaled. “Oh God, it’s so good to see you.”
softly grazed the backs of his fingers along her jaw and down to her chin. His thumb “Hello, Hermione,” she replied breezily. “It’s nice to see you too.”
absently traced the outline of her lips, but he froze when she stirred and moaned in “I heard you were at the Manor, are you okay?”
her sleep. She shifted a little, and then her eyes slowly peeled open with a few long “I’m very well, thank you, but I’m not sure I can hold you up for much longer.”
blinks and a delicate fluttering of her eyelashes. Draco beat Tonks to Granger’s side, grabbing her elbow and belting his arm
She gazed straight at him with those hazel eyes he had missed, and he stayed com- around her waist, pulling her into his frame until her weight was resting on him
pletely still, knowing this was the moment when he’d know if her memory had been alone. He manoeuvred them back towards the table, tightening his grip on her
dented. Her stare was glassy and vacant, and he prepared himself for the worse. when she stumbled and allowing her to lace her fingers with his despite being very
But then she smiled and reached up to cup his face. aware that the others in the room were watching them intently.
“Hello, Draco.” “You alright?” he asked, his tone low so nobody else would hear.
Her voice was hoarse and fragile, but at least it was there. His lids fell shut and “I’m fine,” she answered stubbornly.
he leaned into her palm, exhaling loudly with relief as she tenderly stroked her fin- He eased her down into a free chair and sat beside her, studying her closely with
ger across his cheekbone. She remembered him. hooded eyes and trying to determine her mindset as she cautiously glanced at Blaise
“You’re not bleeding this time.” and Theo. He could see she was uneasy, but she had that defiant pucker to her lips
His eyes snapped open and stared down at her with a wide and uneasy look. that told him she would deal with the situation, but he gave her knee a secret and
“Why would I be bleeding?” subtle squeeze under the table anyway.
“You’re always bleeding in my dreams,” she murmured, and he grimaced at the Hermione broke the accidental eye contact she’d made with Blaise, dropping
eerie innocence to her tone. her attention to her lap and stretching her arms out on the table to nervously clasp
“Granger, you’re not- her hands together. She both felt and heard the tense silence in the room thicken,
“Dreaming,” she finished for him. “You always say that.” and when she lifted her chin to establish why, every pair of eyes seemed to be fixated
“But- on something, and she followed their stares to the ugly scar of scrawled letters
“Will you stay with me?” she asked, her lids drooping and her hand falling back to etched into her forearm.
her side as she struggled to remain conscious. “Will you stay until I need to wake up?” Mudblood.
As Tonks had warned him, she was evidently confused and disorientated, and She self-consciously tugged down the sleeve of her jumper to hide the mark, but
the disappointment stabbed at his gut. It was not uncommon for those who suffered the word lingered in the air above them, and even Luna’s expression appeared to
memory loss from the Cruciatus Curse to recall things subconsciously; sometimes turn solemn under the weight of it. Despite the nerve damage in her legs, she could
in dreams, and sometimes in old rituals that were never quite erased from the brain. feel the clench of Draco’s fingernails denting the skin of her thigh through her jeans,
The positive reaction to him was promising, but it wasn’t a definite assurance that and it was oddly comforting.
her psyche had survived Bellatrix’s torture, and that vehement fury that he felt to- “Sorry,” she mumbled, feeling the need to crack the unbearable silence.
wards his aunt started to infect him again. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Hermione,” said Tonks sternly. “Certainly
“Draco?” she mumbled drowsily, severing his train of thought. “Will you stay?” not for that.”
The anger dissipated, and he kicked off his shoes. “Yes, Granger.” “Bloody hell, Tonks,” Theo commented. “You must’ve done a crap job with
Her lips twitched with another smile, and he didn’t bother to undress as he your Healing Charms-
slipped under the covers and pulled her to him, nestling his nose in her hair. She “Healing Charms won’t work on that,” Blaise interjected, looking directly at
melted into him as she always had done, like it was instinct; her back against his Hermione. “I recognise that Curse, and it will only fade once the person who cast
chest and their legs tangled together. it is dead.”
A content hum left Hermione. “I love you.” “Oh,” she muttered, for lack of anything appropriate to say. “Well, um… thank
And because she thought she was dreaming, and inconvenience is inevitable, he you. I wasn’t familiar with it, so…yes, thank you. At least I can research it now.”
sighed and whispered those words back to her, unable to decide if it was a blessing or He responded with a slight nod of his head, and everyone was unsettlingly quiet
a curse that she probably wouldn’t remember his reluctant confession come morning. again for a short while until Theo cleared his throat.
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Order know about them. The Lovegoods, Remus, myself, McGonagall, and that’s it
really. It was safer to keep them as secret as possible.”
“And how did Harry and Ron respond to them being here?”
“Luna gave them some Sleeping Draught and they haven’t woken up yet,” she
explained. “But when they do, they will have to learn to be civil to each other, and
I’ve told Theo and Blaise that. I won’t put up with any stupid fights in my house.”
“That’s understandable,” Hermione agreed, humming with thought. “You
know, I find it quite…comforting in a way. That some of the Slytherins defected.”
“They’re still a bit rough around the edges,” Tonks grinned. “Theo in particular,
but they’re not bad people. Just a little misunderstood and born into the wrong
environment. You can see for yourself when you meet them.”
MARKS
Hermione felt an odd twinge in her stomach; a stab of nerves and apprehension
as she considered meeting Blaise and Theo. It had not been that long ago that she
and the two aforementioned Slytherins would’ve passed each other in a Hogwarts
corridor with a sour glance and a mumbled slur, but things were different now,
weren’t they?
“Okay,” she said, pushing the blankets off her. “Let’s see if my legs are working
any better.”
TAP, TAP, TAP.
★★★ Draco tried to cling to sleep and nestled his face a little deeper into the pillow of
velvet-soft curls under his cheek. He was warm and comfortable, trying to return
Draco drummed his fingertips against the table and shifted in his seat; half-ag- to a dream he didn’t remember, and he tightened his grip on Granger.
itated and half-anxious as his eyes returned to the door for the thirteenth time in Tap, tap, tap.
twenty minutes. Huffing out an impatient breath that stirred his fringe, he decided “Sod off,” he grumbled tiredly.
he would give it another five minutes before he went to see what was taking Granger But then he remembered that they weren’t back in Hogwarts in Granger’s dorm,
and Tonks so bloody long and carry her down here if he had to. despite the familiarity of having her in his arms again. All the mayhem of yesterday
“Draco,” called Luna. came back to him like a bolt of lightening, jolting him awake and sending a pound-
“What?” he snapped irately, not that she seemed phased. ing headache to the back of his brain. He propped himself up and immediately
“Would you like some tea?” checked Granger, watching her for a moment as her chest expanded with deep,
“No.” sleepy breaths. She looked as she would on any other morning; peaceful and well,
“Are you sure?” she asked, rising from her seat. “Perhaps some herbal tea might save the yellow remains of a few bruises, and her still pallid complexion.
make you less…” Tap, tap, tap.
“Bitchy,” supplied Theo. “Is it that time of the month, mate?” He shot a frustrated look at the door and decided to ignore it. It couldn’t have
Whatever retort Draco had intended to spit back withered on his tongue when been before six in the morning judging by the dim, blue light in the room, which
the door opened, and Granger limped into the room, her steps unstable and her meant he’d barely managed two hours sleep. He was exhausted and furious that
arm slung across Tonks’ shoulders for balance. She was evidently struggling, her someone would dare to disturb him after he and Granger and barely been reunited,
breathing slightly laboured and her cheeks a little flushed with the effort, but pre- especially when it was probably bloody Weasley coming back for round two.
dictably refusing to appear defeated. He shot up to stand just as Hermione spotted “Draco,” Tonks’ hushed voice filtered through the door. “Draco, are you awake?
Lovegood, and she tore herself away from Tonks to practically pounce on the I’m coming in-
blonde witch with a frantically uncoordinated hug that almost knocked Lovegood “No, don’t,” he groused. “What the hell do you want?”
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 “Just open the bloody door.” “Oh, I bet Harry will be so touched. And there’s no issue with the Werewolf blood?”
“No.” “No, he’s inherited my Metamorphmagi ability. His hair started changing col-
“Do it, or I’m coming in.” our about an hour after he was born. Remus was so relieved.”
His lip curled with irritation as he carefully untangled his legs from Granger’s “I’m so happy for you,” Hermione said sincerely, beaming at her friend. “When
and left the bed with some colourful profanities on the tip of his tongue. He grabbed Draco told me I was…it was just so nice to hear some good news.”
his wand and crossed the room, pulling the door open just a crack and narrowing Tonks rubbed her lips together with contemplation. “Why didn’t you tell me
a glare at his cousin through the small gap. about Draco?”
“You’d better have a good reason for- The abruptness of the question struck Hermione speechless for a moment.
“How’s she doing?” asked Tonks. “Is she awake?” “Well… because you’d have called me insane and then tried to have me committed.”
“No.” “Hermione-
“Then you should come and get some breakfast.” “Alright, that may be a slight exaggeration, but you’d have certainly thought I’d
“What are you on about?” he frowned. “It’s what, six in the morning?” gone a little mad.”
“Half six actually,” she corrected. “The others will be waking soon, and I thought Tonks chuckled. “I think most of us have gone a little mad. But okay, I see
it would be best for you to get some food now. Harry and Ron will want to see her, your point.”
and I won’t be able to delay them for long if you want to have some privacy with her.” “You know, I did think about it. When I visited you in Hogsmeade I almost told
Draco scrutinised her warily and considered her suggestion, a little thrown by you then, but there were other factors I needed to consider.”
her offer to help. “I’m not hungry.” “Such as?”
“When was the last time you ate?” “Well, I don’t think I can tell you how Draco came to be at Hogwarts,” said
“That’s irrelevant- Hermione thoughtfully. “It might endanger somebody else.”
“You need to have some food,” she pressed. “Wouldn’t you rather get it now “That’s fine,” Tonks nodded. “Mum said he was vague about it anyway, so we
when everyone is still in bed? Come on, and then you can stay in here with her, and figured there was another party involved who wants to remain unknown. The spe-
I will do what I can to make sure you can have some more time alone.” cifics aren’t really important.”
“For Salazar’s sake,” he growled, glancing at Granger over his shoulder before “So…you don’t think I’m mad? I mean, for my relationship with Draco?”
he left the room. “Fine, let’s go then.” “Well, I didn’t believe it to begin with, but my mum explained a few things
“Not really a morning person, are you?” about what he’d been like living with her, and I witnessed a few things for myself.”
“Not when my girlfriend’s unconscious and I have bloody cousin who won’t piss “What do you mean?”
off, no,” he said stiffly, noticing her amused grin as they headed downstairs. “What?” “Like yesterday, when he saw you injured,” she elaborated. “And when I told
“You called Hermione your girlfriend.” him you were at the Manor. His reactions were so telling, and I don’t doubt for a
“What are you, fucking twelve?” minute that he loves you.”
“It was simply an observation- Hermione bowed her head and smiled shyly to herself, enjoying the sensation
“A pointless one,” he grumbled. “Do you honestly think I would be here if I just of a comforting warmth swelling in her chest. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “For
considered her a casual acquaintance? Bloody moron.” understanding.”
“And lose the mood or you’re not having any bacon with your full English.” “Don’t get me wrong, I am still wary of him,” said Tonks carefully. “But it takes
Draco rolled his eyes as they entered the kitchen and dining area; the room that some balls to do what he has done. He’s gone against his family and You-Know-
had been so hectic and frenzied just yesterday now completely clean and organised. Who, and that is reason enough for me to give him a chance. It must be hard as hell
No overturned furniture, no scattered ornaments, and no blood stains. He swore to make that decision to defect; to leave behind everything you know and put your
he could still smell it though, the panic and the gore, and his eyes studied that table trust in people who were your enemy at one time.”
Granger had been on as his stomach twitched with discomfort. “I’m hoping Harry and Ron will see it that way,” she admitted. “Draco men-
“Do we have to eat in here?” tioned that Blaise Zabini is here?”
“Where else would we eat?” asked Tonks, shrugging her shoulders. “And Theo Nott too, yes. They defected with some other Slytherins, and they
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 “I just think it would be nice for everyone to get along,” she breathed with a “The sitting room?”
delicate voice, fixing Draco with a significant look. “I think Hermione would like “Dobby’s body is in the sitting room,” she told him. “This room has been
everyone to get along too.” Scourgified multiple times. I assure you it’s clean.”
Theo snorted. “And I’d like a naughty weekend with the Patil twins, but that Draco hesitantly sat himself at the table as Tonks began to recite a few incanta-
isn’t going to happen either.” tions for the breakfast to make itself, and he jerked in his seat when he felt some-
thing brush up against his calf. Looking down, he met with a pair of wide, orange
★★★ eyes, and then there was a tatty mass of ginger fur hopping onto his lap.
“I’d wondered where he’d gotten to,” said Tonks. “That’s Hermione’s cat, Cr-
Hermione gagged on the sickly and lumpy potion as it crawled down her throat “Crookshanks,” he finished for her, lifting an eyebrow when Granger’s pet nuz-
and landed in her stomach like a lump of wet cement. zled his nose against his hand. “Yes, I know. Merlin forbid she pick an attractive cat.”
“That’s awful,” she choked, handing the empty vial back to Tonks. “It tastes like “Clever thing, though,” she remarked, pausing to give him a knowing look.
mouldy porridge.” “Good judge of character.”
“That means it’s the right one,” Tonks shrugged, laughing lightly at Hermione’s
grimace. “We’ll give it a minute to take effect, and we’ll see if you can rest some ★★★
weight on your legs, okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed. “So I need to drink this everyday?” Hermione bolted upright in bed with a gasp that might have been a scream if
“Until your legs are working fine again, yes. Each dose should bring a little more her throat hadn’t felt like sandpaper.
feeling back. In a couple of weeks, you should be fine.” Her head was fuzzy and her muscles tired, but her defensive instincts were im-
“A couple of weeks? Is there no way to speed it up, or- mediate as she fumbled around for her wand or her bag, alarmed when she could
“Hermione, I know you want to be active, but you need some rest,” said Tonks find neither. Her wild eyes scanned the room, and while she thought she might
slowly. “It might only be a week if you’re lucky, but your body went through hell- recognise it, she couldn’t figure out why and she was wary to relax, knowing how
“But I feel better already- easily someone could have altered the space with a few shrewd spells.
“Just because Wizard healing methods are faster than Muggle methods, does She tried to think back, remembering the Manor and that first blast of the Cruci-
not mean you’re completely well. Just take some time to recuperate.” atus Curse in Bellatrix’s screeching voice, but that was all she could recall. It was all
Slumping her shoulders in defeat, Hermione sighed and reluctantly bobbed her very misty and fractured after that… just a lot of screaming. So then where was she?
head. “Fine, but do you know where my bag is? I could at least do some more research.” She placed her hand flat against the mattress, finding it warm. Merlin knew
“Your bag and the clothes you were wearing are in the bottom drawer,” she ex- how, but she just knew someone had laid beside her in the bed, and it made her
plained, gesturing to the dresser in the corner of the room. “Actually, I’ll wash those unbearably nervous.
clothes for you.” “Harry?” she called, her voice low and rough, unrecognisable. “Ron?”
“Let me have look at them first. I’m sure I had some things in my pockets that I She hadn’t really expected a response, but she’d hoped for one. The pain regis-
need to sort through.” tered then and she thought she might vomit; the aftershocks of Bellatrix’s merciless
“Alright.” torture making her body throb in time with her heartbeats. Everywhere was tender
“So,” breathed Hermione, her lips swaying into a delighted smile. “Congratula- and sore, but her arm in particular stung like a fresh burn, and she eyed the red and
tions. What’s it like being a mum?” damp bandage with uncertainty. For a second, she considered removing the dress-
“Wonderful,” Tonks replied without hesitation. “I mean, I haven’t slept since ing, but decided that it was probably wise to resist until she knew where she was
he was born, but I don’t care. He’s perfect. We named him after dad; Teddy.” and exactly who had applied it.
“Where is he now? Can I see him?” She ran her hand up and down the mattress and tested the remains of body heat
“Remus has him. I think they’re both having a nap, but you can see him when against her fingertips. Whoever had shared this bed with her hadn’t long left. She
he wakes up. I want Harry to see him too. We decided that Harry should be his scanned the room again, searching for anything suspicious or any indication of an-
Godfather. He’s sleeping, so I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet.” other person, but the contents were minimal; the bed, a dresser, and a wardrobe.

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 She debated with herself for a minute whether leaving the room was the best She took the seat by Blaise and innocently pecked his cheek, seemingly ignorant to
idea but, as always, curiosity gave her a firm shove towards a decision, even if it was Draco and Theo until she leaned back in her chair and gave them blank looks.
the wrong one. Shedding the covers, she winced as she shifted her body to the edge “Where’ve you been?” asked Blaise.
of the bed and planted her feet on the floor, but the moment she rested her weight “I went to see if Harry and Ron were awake, but they’re both still asleep.”
on them she went tumbling down. She groaned as the impact sent a sharp wave of “Bloody hell, Lovegood,” said Theo. “You must’ve given them enough Sleeping
pain around her already aching body, and she tried to stand, but it was futile. Draught to knock out a few Mountain Trolls.”
Her legs were unstable and weak, almost numb, and she instantly hated the pre- “I may have misjudged the measurements slightly,” she shrugged, shifting her
dicament she was in. She didn’t do fragile or helpless, and the idea of being unable eyes to Draco. “How is Hermione?”
to get to her feet frustrated her, especially when she already felt vulnerable in this “Awake,” he replied. “She said she’d come down for some food in a bit.”
disconcerting situation. She thought about crawling to the door but knew it wasn’t “So, Granger’s going to eat with us?” asked Theo, cocking an intrigued eyebrow.
a safe idea, so she put all her strength in her arms and tried to pull herself back up “That’s going to be interesting.”
on the bed. A snarl thundered behind Draco’s teeth. “If you say one thing out of line, Nott,
I’ll fucking-
★★★ “Easy, blondie,” he interrupted with a corrupt smile. “I won’t be a prick to your
girlfriend. I’m just wondering how’s she’s going to react to being around us. Last
“No, finish your food, Draco,” said Tonks. “And stop shovelling it down like time I remember seeing Granger, I was taking the piss out of her in Potions. With
that or you’ll choke.” you, now I think about it.”
He glowered at his cousin. “I’m sorry, I must’ve missed the announcement “I don’t think you’re intimidating,” said Luna. “I didn’t feel uncomfortable
about you being my minder.” when I first met you and the others at Andromeda’s house.”
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, you know.” “To be fair, Lovegood, we could shove you in a room with every breed of
“Whoever said that was just pissed off that he couldn’t do it properly,” he re- Dragon, a herd of Centaurs, and twenty pissed off Veelas, and you’d probably still
plied, pushing away his plate and leaving his chair. “Right, I’m done.” try to befriend them all with cupcakes and pumpkin juice-
“Maybe you should take Crookshanks up with you,” she suggested before he “Watch it, Theo,” Blaise snapped, not that Luna seemed at all affected by the remark.
could leave. “Hermione must’ve missed him, and he’s been pining for her- “Look, I’m just saying it’s going to be weird,” he mumbled. “And it’ll be bloody
“Not yet. I don’t want there to be any distractions when she wakes up if she’s worse when Potter and Weasley wake up. I can still be a bastard to the Death-trap
going to have trouble as it is, and that cat’s a bloody attention-seeking thing- Duo, right? Millicent’s not shagging Potter on the sly or anything?”
“Have trouble?” repeated Tonks with a frown. “What do you mean?” “For Merlin’s sake,” Blaise groused. “Was that necessary?”
He slanted his eyes away from her. “It doesn’t matter- “I gave you a disturbing mental image, didn’t I?”
“No, wait a moment. What are you anxious about? Are her injuries not healing- “I don’t give a fuck what you say to Potter and Weasley,” Draco said, offering
“Look, I’m not thick,” he cut in. “I know what the Cruciatus Curse can do to Theo a knowing smirk. “Knock yourself out. Just don’t-
people’s minds.” “Be a dick to Granger,” he finished. “Yes, yes. Got that.”
Tonks’ lips pursed with understanding. “You’re worried she won’t remember “You know, you could just try to be pleasant towards Harry and Ron,” Luna
you,” she mumbled, watching Draco as he flexed his fists with anxiety. “You needn’t suggested softly, and three sets of cynical eyes landed on her. “Or at least not
be concerned with that. The victim will usually have been subjected to days of the provoke them.”
Curse before it has any effect on their memory or- “I’m sorry,” Theo scoffed haughtily. “I have no idea what you just said. There
“You’re underestimating Bellatrix’s power- were words, but they made no sense.”
“I’m not, Draco- “I hate to agree with Theo, but you are being too hopeful with this, Luna,” murmured
“Yes, you are!” he shouted. “I don’t know what it is with you sodding people, Blaise. “There is way too much history there, and an altercation is unavoidable.”
but not everything will turn out all fucking brilliant with a side order of rainbows “And it’s not like Potter and Weasley are going to be pleasant to us,” Draco frowned.
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with her, and he didn’t relish the idea of having to compete for moments of her “I was just trying to-
company. Clenching his jaw and deciding that he could consider it more later on, “Sometimes, things are just shit, and that is the end of it! Your ability to be op-
he headed for the kitchen and rolled his eyes when he caught sight of the familiar timistic about everything would almost be impressive if it wasn’t laughable!”
face at the table, sat at Blaise’s side. Tonks frowned. “You’re mocking me for having hope?”
“For fuck’s sake- “No, I pity you for relying on it.”
“There he is,” Theo grinned. “How are you feeling, sunshine? You look like shit- “You pity me for hoping that my father didn’t die in vain, and that my son will
“What the hell are you doing here?” grow up in free world?” she said with a terse tone. “I don’t rely on hope, Draco, it
“Tonks came back to Andromeda’s to get the baby, and she brought me back just helps to get me through the day sometimes, and it will help us win this war.”
with her,” he explained. “You know, you and Blaise are something else. I was barely “Well, that’s your deluded opinion-
gone ten minutes to do some washing, and apparently everything kicked off- “And I don’t believe you would be here if you didn’t have the smallest dose of hope
“It was hardly amusing, Theo,” mumbled Blaise, his tone weary. that Hermione will remember you, and that you might have a life after this, with her-
“Maybe not, but it was the most entertainment we’ve had in that bloody house for “Enough,” he breathed through his gritted teeth. “You keep your word and
a while,” he replied. “I’m scared to take a piss in case I miss something interesting- make sure Potter and Weasley stay out of my way.”
“Merlin, you’re such a tosser- He left the kitchen without waiting for a response, walking with an agitated gait
“So, I’ve been told.” and swallowing hard to shift the uncomfortable heat under his collar. Tonks’ words
Blaise shook his head and regarded Draco carefully. “Granger alright?” about a life after the war had left him anxious as he’d purposely avoided considering
“Do you really give a shit?” his future if Voldemort was defeated. The issue of his parents and their inevitable
“You obviously do,” he countered. “I saw how injured she was, and I was disapproval of Granger meant he would need to make more choices that would
simply asking.” ultimately alter his life dramatically, if they all made it out alive.
Draco clenched his jaw and took a seat at the table, warily scrutinising his two It hardly seemed worth mapping out his future when there were so many cracks
companions before he spoke. “She can’t walk properly,” he said slowly, keeping his in the present.
expression steady and stoic. “She reckons she might have Limb-block, so it might At the moment, all Draco could think to do was to return to Granger’s side and
just be temporary, but Tonks is checking her now.” savour her company when she woke up. If she remembered him, and that if was his
Blaise rubbed his chin. “It could have been worse, mate- sole priority right now. The others could wait at the back of his skull. He climbed
“It could’ve been fucking avoided,” he barked fiercely. “I want to know why the the stairs and went back the bedroom, expecting to find Hermione where he’d left
hell Weasley was saying it was his fault.” her, and having every intention of joining her under the covers until she roused.
“Ah, yes, the Weasel,” Theo remarked. “The plot thickens. I’ve already booked He pushed open the door, took a few strides into the room, and the first thing
my front-row seat for that inevitable confrontation.” he saw was a flash of those familiar auburn curls whipping to the side, and then he
“Good, you can hold him down for me.” was staring at those wide, brown eyes that he’d missed, and they stared straight back
“Sounds like fun,” quipped Theo, and Draco couldn’t help a brief smirk. “A little at him. He froze where he stood with his breath trapped in his throat, no more than
weasel-beating sounds therapeutic.” four feet away from her, and they simply looked at each other in silence for the
“Didn’t Granger and Weasley have little thing going on?” asked Blaise. longest minute of his life.
“Did,” Draco emphasised. “It’s of no consequence any more.” She was half-on-half-off the bed, awkwardly resting her weight on her arms and
“Perhaps not to you and Granger, but judging by Weasley’s behaviour yesterday upper body, craning her head over her shoulder to see him. Her lips were parted
when he pulled you away from her, he might still believe- with surprise and her features were completely still in a stunned expression, and he
“He can believe whatever he likes,” he growled. “I know where I stand, and I searched every inch of her for any hint of recognition, but all she did was hold his
will be more than happy to make it clear to Weasley where he stands.” gaze like she was challenging him to disappear.
Their heads shot up when the door opened, and Draco couldn’t suppress the urge to But then she blinked, and the small gesture seemed to make the clocks tick again.
roll his eyes as Luna ambled into the room with that usual oblivious expression of hers, He wasn’t sure if the strength in her arms gave or is she’d tried to hurl herself
hindered slightly by a healing gash on her lip and few bruises smeared across her face. towards him, but she swivelled her body around, and a protective instinct pulled
him towards her to break her fall. She knocked his balance and they sank to the

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floor, her movements clumsy with desperation as she practically clawed at him, little clan, mainly by choice, but partially because he hadn’t shared in their experi-
clambering up his chest until her arms were latched around his neck and her body ences, and trust was an obvious issue. He and Granger had never been around peo-
was tight against his. She clutched him like it had been years and not months; her ple since the beginning of their relationship, always lost in their own little web of
fingernails digging into his shoulder-blades almost painfully, not that he cared. secrets back in Hogwarts, and he wondered if she might be influenced by their re-
He snaked an arm around her waist and his other hand grabbed her hair, mov- turn into her life.
ing it to her other shoulder so he could rest his mouth just below her ear and feel Would she be swayed by their opinions of him? Would their negative perceptions
her heartbeat against his lips. Not a kiss, just contact; skin touching skin. and comments put strain on them? Would she realise that she was too… pure for him?
She was holding him so tight she trembled, embracing him with everything she As if she could read his thoughts, she met his eyes over Tonks’ shoulder to offer
had, and her breath was in his hair, leaving her in shallow, little gasps. And they him an adoring smile, to which he responded with a stiff nod, and thought perhaps
just sat there on the floor in a tangled bundle of limbs; locked around each other, he owed her more credit than that. She hardly had a fickle character, did she? She
simply inhaling and exhaling. was headstrong, stubborn, and evidently as much on his side as she could be. The
“You remember me.” doubts continued to niggle at him though.
He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, and if he hadn’t been so close to her ear, she’d “How are you feeling, Hermione?” asked Tonks.
have never heard it. “I’m fine.”
“Impossible to forget,” she mumbled back. “You are… carved into me.” “Honestly?”
He clenched his eyes shut. Her voice sounded so different; scratchy and coarse, “Honestly,” she sighed. “I’m a bit sore, but it’s bearable and I know it will pass-
but it was a relief to hear it nonetheless. She felt so warm and so real, like she might “Granger, tell her,” Draco cut in. “You can’t walk.”
dissolve into him, and he completely lost himself. Never had he felt so broken down She frowned, like she begrudged admitting it was a problem. “Yes…my legs are
and exposed, but he was too absorbed by her to pay it any heed. rather numb. I think I might have a bit of nerve damage or something.”
How long had it even been? Two months? It felt so much longer, but then sleep- “Limb-block, you think, yes? I’ll need to check you over,” she murmured, before
less nights drag on with no reflection of time. And their parting back at Hogwarts she turned her head to address him. “Draco, why don’t you go and get something eat-
had been so rushed and destructive, and then yesterday when he had just power- “I’m fine here,” he snapped, his tone harsher than he’d intended. “I don’t see
lessly watched her bleed… fuck, it had all been so intense, but now everything was why I should leave-
calm and… it was easier to breathe again. “I need to concentrate, and it will be easier without you here,” she reasoned.
Hermione couldn’t suppress the need to simply touch him, scraping her finger- “Anyway, I told you there’s someone downstairs-
nails across the grooves of his back, the nape of his neck, and grazing his hairline. His “I don’t give a fuck-
scent was how it had always been; musky and wonderful, and she buried her face into “Draco, it’s okay,” Hermione breathed softly, and her tone was instantly soothing.
the sway of his shoulder until it was all she could smell. Her heart was hammering in “I’m hungry, so I’ll come down in a bit to get some food anyway. We won’t be long.”
her chest so fast and heavy with excitement, shock, awe, and her chest was swelling Her mouth was a bit bent and puckered in a half-frown, her eyes reassuring,
just to keep the emotions contained. Feathering a few chaste kisses against his skin, almost pleading for him to listen, and it was for that reason alone that he relented.
she closed her eyes and felt some inevitable tears slip down her cheeks. His lips twitched with frustration, and he fired a sharp scowl at Tonks before he
Draco pushed her back so their noses were inches apart, and she was momen- turned and left the room.
tarily stuck breathless by how close he was. She could see him properly now, all of In truth, he didn’t mind his cousin so much. She might irritate him at times, but
him; the tell-tale lines and shadows of insomnia cresting his eyes, and the perma- he had a feeling that she was one of the few who wouldn’t be vocally critical about
nent frown on his lips. He broke the eye contact to track the slow path of one of her his presence in Granger’s life, and he reluctantly acknowledged that a few allies
tears, and she felt him loosen his grip as his brow wrinkled with worry. might benefit him in the circumstances. Merlin knew why, but she appeared to have
“Did I hurt you?” warmed to him, and he intended to take advantage of that.
“No, no, no, of course not,” she assured him quickly. “I’m just… I’m just happy It was the way Tonks had insisted he leave the room that had irked him. He’d
to see you. Wasn’t sure I would again, to be honest.” She’d choked a little with that barely had a day reunited with Granger, and already he was being shoved to the
last part, but she covered it well and brushed her thumb along the ridge of his side. Potter, Weasley, Lovegood, and every other insufferable idiot would want time
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 “Well, I think Luna may have slipped Ron and Harry a little too much Sleeping He wondered how she could do that; wear her heart, and mind, and soul on her
Draught,” said Tonks. “They’re both still out cold.” sleeve with such ease. There were hundreds of things he wanted to say, but he knew
“As long as they’re not in my face, I don’t really care.” he wouldn’t, and not because he thought confessing them would make him weak
“How’s Hermione doing?” she asked, ignoring his comment. “Did she wake up yet?” in her eyes, but because actions had more gravity where he was concerned.
“She woke up, and now she’s asleep again.” So he leaned in and kissed her.
“Well, I didn’t hear any screaming, and you’re still in one piece,” she remarked Not hard and not particularly soft, just firm enough that she could feel some-
with a small grin. “I assume she remembered you then?” thing from him that was sincere and strong enough to communicate how it felt to
“Her memory seems fine.” have her here. There were no fiery undertones to the gesture, no intentions bor-
“See, I was right. I told you she’d have no trouble with her memory- rowed by lust. It was just a simple, pure kiss.
“Congratulations,” said Draco derisively. “I’ll get to work on that medal for you.” His hand cupped her face so his fingers were entwined with her curls, and her
“Oh, shut up. So, she’s healing well? She’s feeling okay?” sigh tingled his chin before he pressed his lips to hers. He pulled away and then
He lowered his eyes and frowned at the floor. “She’s having difficulty with her kissed her again, and then again, and again, pushing more pressure each time. He
legs. She said she couldn’t feel them properly. She did use a word, but I can’t really pinched at her mouth with small tugs and nips, until their parted and damp lips
remember it. Neura… Neura-pracks, or something.” were simply touching, and their elevated breaths were clashing between them.
“Neurapraxia?” Hermione dropped her forehead against his and made a small sound of con-
“I think that’s what she said.” tentment, and they just stayed like that for a few minutes with Draco rubbing the
“That’s the Muggle term for it,” she explained. “You probably know it better as pad of his thumb in absent circles against her cheek. But it all ended too soon.
Limb-block. It’s quite a common side effect of the Cruciatus Curse.” Hermione reared back with an alarmed expression. “The boys,” she said. “The
“Yes, that sounds familiar,” he nodded. “So it’s no concern?” boys, Harry and Ron, are they-
“I have a potion for it, and she’ll be able to walk just fine in a week or two, probably “They’re fine,” he told her, resisting the temptation to make a snide comment
the latter considering her injuries, but she’ll need help getting around until then- or roll his eyes. “Everyone is fine, they’re all here-
“Wouldn’t it be better for her to just stay in bed?” “Everyone? There were others?”
“No, it’s better to be active; helps the potion to circulate,” she said. “Hermione “Lovegood, Thomas, and Ollivander,” he listed. “They’re all okay. Fuck, I
wouldn’t want to be confined to the bed anyway, it would drive her mental.” think Lovegood is already skipping around an imaginary maypole after sniffing
Draco made a small sound of agreement. “Where’s the potion then?” too much Valerian-
“It’s in your room, in the cupboard. I’ll need to check her and make sure she has “Draco-
Limb-block, and not something more serious- “You had the worst injuries, Granger,” he said, his tone sombre. “Trust me, eve-
“More serious?” he repeated. “What are you on about?” ryone else is fine.”
“I’ll need to ensure it’s not a more severe condition, like paralysis,” she told him. “Good, that’s good,” she mumbled absently. “But then how-
“I’m sure it won’t be, but I need to check before I give her anything. Why don’t you “Granger, if you’re going to start hounding me with questions like the Swedish
go and get some food? There’s someone downstairs who wants to see you anyway- Wizards’ Inquisition of 1512, then we should get off the floor.”
“No, I want to- “The Swedish Wizards’ Inquisition was in 1496.”
“Draco?” called Hermione’s voice from the bedroom. “Why are you outside? He couldn’t help but smirk at her correction; so typical of her, regardless of the
And did I hear Tonks?” circumstances, and the familiarity of her bookish character was instantly appeasing.
Huffing with aggravation and shooting a pointed look at his cousin, he grabbed “You’re wrong, but we can discuss it on the bed if you really-
the doorknob and went back inside with Tonks practically shoving her way past “Wait. I need… I can’t,” she stuttered clumsily, and Draco thought she looked
him to get to Hermione. He paused his steps half-way into the room, awkwardly embarrassed. “I can’t feel my legs properly. The curses must’ve affected my
watching the two witches hug and feeling a little out of place. This was a moment nerves… perhaps Neurapraxia or something. Can you…can you help me up?”
he’d been dreading; the moment when people would begin to filter back into her He knew her well enough to recognise she begrudged having to ask for help, so
life, and it made him anxious. he nodded his head and refrained from making a comment about it, and made a
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one hand under her knees and the other supporting her back as he carefully placed “You’re not uncomfortable with our relationship anymore,” said Hermione, her
her on the bed, seating himself behind her and drawing her to his chest. tone anxious. “You’re not… fighting it.”
Again, so familiar. Almost nostalgic. All that was missing was one of her silly “Seemed like a pointless exercise,” he shrugged.
Muggle books and her pesky cat purring at their feet, and it would be just like it had “But why have you stopped? What changed?”
been before. She melted into him like it was the most natural thing in their world, He paused and released a long breath. “Nothing changed, and that was the prob-
and his arms folded around her just like they always had done, relaxing across her lem,” he said, deciding she deserved honesty despite the protests of his pride. “The
abdomen while his chin settled against her shoulder. distance didn’t alter anything, Granger; you were still under my skin. To resist you
“This feels like home,” she whispered delicately, like the comment was for her now would be senseless and…self-destructive.”
benefit alone. “Draco, where are we?” She hummed behind her lips, and he thought she might be smiling. “I missed
“Tonks’ house.” you too, Draco.”
“I thought I recognised it a little. This room’s quite similar to the one I stayed
in when I was here.” She paused. “But how come you’re here?” ★★★
“Tonks brought Blaise and I from Andromeda’s house.”
“You’ve been staying with Andromeda? That’s where the Portkey took you?” Hermione fell asleep a little while after that, wrapped up in his arms and body
she asked. “That was…actually a very wise decision on McGonagall’s part- heat, and breathing softly against his chest. Judging by the mood of the sky, Draco
“You say wise, I say fucking mental.” guessed it was mid-afternoon, and the hours rolled by quite quickly considering he
“You don’t get on well?” she asked, tilting her head to give him a doubtful look. didn’t move. He’d tried to fall asleep with her, but his mind was too busy with the
“You called her ‘Aunt ‘Dromeda’ easily enough.” usual thoughts; his parents, the war, her, and his place amongst it all. The only con-
Draco hesitated and licked his teeth. “It’s better than it was, I guess.” clusion he could reach was that he was in love with Granger, to the point that it
“You said Tonks brought you and Blaise? As in Blaise Zabini?” blotted out the other factors and made them blurry and irrelevant.
“Yes, there was a few of us staying at Andromeda’s,” he said. “Blaise, Theo, Bul- Yes, he loved her, and realised he had done for longer than he cared to admit.
strode, Davis, Bletchley, and myself. Andromeda’s basically running a secret To feel so vulnerable and empowered at the same time, and when the mind is
safehouse for Slytherins who don’t want to follow You-Know-Who, and have somewhere between serenity and insanity, it means love’s to blame.
pissed off their parents in doing so.” There was little point in deluding himself any further and denying it to himself.
“Wow,” breathed Hermione, after a slight pause. “You know, I’d actually won- After all, he’d told her himself; muttered it to her last night as she’d slept, and the
dered what had happened to some of the people in your House. Andromeda must fact that she was unconscious at the time did little to dent the confession. He knew
be very brave. I heard about Ted, and to deal with that while caring for a group of that words always seemed so brittle and gauche when he struggled to express him-
people she hardly knows… I can’t imagine.” self, and he hoped his actions would be sufficient, and that was best thing about
“She’s fine.” Granger; he knew she would never ask him to say it.
“So why did Tonks only bring you and Blaise here?” She must’ve been sleeping for around four hours when there was a knock at the
“Well, at the risk of sounding like one of those gossiping Prat-il twins- door, and a growl rumbled in Draco’s throat. He ignored it, knowing it was proba-
“Patil.” bly Potter or Weasley who had inevitably come to shatter their peace, and he would
“That’s not what we called them in the Slytherin common room,” he muttered. delay them as long as possible.
“Anyway, Blaise came because he and Lovegood are an item of sorts.” “Draco,” Tonks’ hushed voice came from the other side. “Draco, it’s me. Come
Hermione blinked. “Luna? Luna and Blaise?” to the door.”
“Apparently her father assisted Aunt ‘Dromeda with the safehouse, and “Fuck’s sake,” he hissed, shifting his body with care to ensure Granger would lie
Lovegood visited quite often,” he told her flippantly. “Often enough that she and comfortably on the bed as he left her side. He opened the door a crack and fixed his
Blaise started their little… thing.” cousin with a furious glare. “Is there no sodding break from you, woman?”
“That’s why she kept disappearing at Hogwarts,” she mumbled to herself. “You know, it’s polite to answer the door-
“That’s…certainly an interesting development.” “Do I strike you as a polite person?” he retorted. “Anyway, I thought you might
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 “Who are we to judge?” she replied quickly. “Our relationship would hardly be
considered conventional by most of the people we know.”
He arched an eyebrow with reluctant agreement and kissed her throat. “Any
more questions?”
“Hundreds,” she sighed. “I would like to ask a bit more about Blaise and Luna,
and some other things, but I think I’m done for a moment.”
Draco clenched his eyes shut. “I have some questions.”
He felt her stiffen in his arms, and he knew she was preparing herself for it, for
the inevitable discussion about his family and their involvement with her ordeal at
AMITY his old home. It hung in the air between them; heavy and foreboding, and he re-
gretted having to broach the topic, but he needed to know.
“Okay,” she said warily. “What do you want to know?”
He held her a little tighter and wondered where to start. “What happened to
you, Granger?”
“The Snatchers found us and took us to the Manor,” she began, her tone rather
distant. “They wanted to summon You-Know-Who, but we had the Sword of
Gryffindor, and your aunt Bellatrix-
“Don’t call her my aunt,” he interrupted suddenly, his voice low and abrasive.
DRACO GUESSED IT HAD BEEN ABOUT FOUR HOURS SINCE GRANGER “Go on.”
had woken up, and they had passed the time with little spells of conversation, bro- “Um, well, Harry and Ron were taken away,” Hermione continued, swallowing
ken up with long stretches of comfortable silences. He’d told her about his stay at hard. “And Bellatrix started to question me about how we got the sword, and she
Andromeda’s, about the news of Ted’s death, which had made her frown, and then tortured me.” She felt the muscles in his arms strengthen around her. “I…I remem-
about Teddy being born, which had made her smile. In turn, she had told him many ber her using the Cruciatus Curse on me, but I can’t remember much after that. It’s
things; from Potter’s reaction to the news of their unconventional relationship, to all a little fuzzy.”
the progress with the Horcruxes, and she had done so with such trust and ease, like Draco sucked in a deep breath. “Were my parents there?”
any lingering doubts about his loyalties were completely gone. “Your parents,” she echoed quietly. “Uh…yes, they were there. Your father
Like he was one of them. looked…quite fragile actually, like he’d been tortured.”
He’d noticed that she’d refrained from mentioning Weasley, which suited him “And my mother?”
just fine for the time being. Bringing up her ex-lover would only irritate him, and “Your mother,” she murmured, clutching at a flimsy memory. And then hit her,
he was reluctant to break the relaxed and content mood when he’d only just had and she gasped. “Oh my God, your mother.”
her back, and that was also why he’d resisted confronting her about the stunt “What? Did she hurt you?”
she’d pulled back at Hogwarts. It might have felt like they’d been separated for a “No, no. Merlin, I remember now. She knows.”
lifetime, but the cruel way she’d Petrified him and slapped a Portkey against his “She knows what?” he pushed, trying to keep his patience. “What the hell are you-
hand felt like yesterday, and all the resentment and questions that came with it “She knows about us,” she told him. “Sh-she used Legilimency on me, and she
were raw and unanswered. saw us. She saw us together. I could feel her searching for you in my head, and I
But it could wait if it ensured this temporary moment of peace would be prolonged. know she found my memories of you.”
“Draco.” Draco’s eyes went wider. “What did she do?”
“Hm.” “She…,” Hermione trailed off, pausing for a moment. “She wanted to know
“You’re not… Um, I’m not quite sure how to put this. What I mean is…you’re not- where you were and she… offered to help me.”
“Spit it out, Granger,” he sighed. “Don’t you think we’re a little past being re- “What?” he asked, completely baffled by the concept. “Are you sure?”
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 “Yes, positive. That’s a good thing, isn’t it? “ “Granger, wait,” he cut in, his face scrunching up as he struggled to find the
His brow creased with thought. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “I think so.” words he wanted to say. “It’s been months. Just… just allow some undisturbed
They both went quiet, and Draco contemplated Hermione’s significant and sur- hours before the sodding Calvary insist on suffocating you.”
prising account of his mother’s actions at the Manor. In hindsight, he realised he She made a faint sound of amusement. “Okay,” she agreed. “But you do know you
had mentally prepared himself for the worst case scenario, practically expecting a can have as many hours as you want, Draco? Days, months… as long as you want.”
damning version of the story, in which his parents had contributed to Granger’s He rested his lips against her neck again, and smothered the itch in his throat
nightmare ordeal. He imagined he should feel relieved, perhaps grateful, but all that to say ‘years.’ Partially because the response would be too sickly on his tongue, and
registered was bewilderment and uncertainty. partly because he wasn’t sure they had years.
“You know,” said Hermione, after the silence between them had lingered too He thought about his words to Tonks earlier and realised he didn’t pity her for
long. “My mother used to say that the parents who really love their children are the having hope.
most dangerous people in the world because they will kill, die, and everything in He envied her for it.
between for them. Your mother loves you, Draco. I think she was just willing to do
anything to find you.”
“Hm,” he frowned, uncertain what he could say. “Did you tell her where I was?”
“No, I couldn’t. I was too injured, I think. And then something happened, and I re-
member the Chandelier… but that’s all I remember. How did we manage to escape?”
“I don’t know.”
“And you’re certain everyone got out okay?”
“Yes, everyone’s fine,” he nodded. “Just a few bumps and scrapes. As I said, you
were the worst.”
“I remember how I got this now,” she murmured, and Draco glanced down to
see her fiddling with the bandage wrapped around her arm.
“Don’t look at that, Granger.”
Of course, she didn’t listen to him, and he cringed as she slowly peeled away the
sticky, stained dressing and stared at the horrid scar scrawled into her skin. She
took in a shuddering breath. “Ugly, isn’t it?”
Draco wasn’t sure if she meant the mark itself or the word, ‘Mudblood,’ but he
moved his hand and placed it over the wound, careful not to touch it lest it still be
tender and sore.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” he whispered against her ear.
She didn’t respond but reached with her free hand to tug at his other arm, pull-
ing it forward so his Dark Mark was bared. She mimicked his actions, veiling it with
her palm and tickling her fingers against his wrist with soothing strokes.
“And yours doesn’t mean anything either.”
They stayed still for a while, almost engraved in time, with only the rhythmic
and synchronised rises and falls of their chests to indicate any life. Hermione was
the first to break it, sighing and then twisting her neck so she could kiss the corner
of his mouth.
“I should probably let the others know I’m alright,” she said softly. “Will you
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 “Sodding idiots,” he grumbled as he got to his feet, his movements rigid with teeth with agitation. But there was a barely-visible amused twitch to his lips, and
agitation as he roughly flung open the door to glower at Tonks and the baby in her she suppressed the urge to smile. She’d missed this the most; their harmless quarrels
arms, clicking his tongue impatiently. “What the hell do you want?” that always left her feeling somewhere between exhilarated and frustrated, but ulti-
“Such a morning person,” said Tonks sarcastically. “And would you mind mately satisfied.
watching your language in my house? Especially around Teddy.” “Okay,” blurted Theo, shattering yet another silence. “Is anybody else struggling
“There’s a simple solution to that; don’t bother me, and you won’t have to to decide if they felt uncomfortable or turned on by that, or is it just me?”
hear me saying fu- “For Merlin’s sake, Theo!” Tonks scolded. “What the hell is wrong with you?
“Draco,” warned Hermione from behind him. “Tonks, is everything okay?” Do you have no concept of decency?”
“Everything’s fine, I just have a couple of visitors for you,” she grinned, holding “What? Granger said she wanted us to be honest!”
Teddy up so Hermione could see. “This little guy, and this little guy.” Draco was a heartbeat away from lunging across the table and clipping his
Tonks stepped to the side and Crookshanks bounded into the room, a flash of friend’s jaw, but a small noise to his side stopped him, and when he looked at
ginger fur that darted across the floor and hopped up on to the bed, straight into Granger, her mouth was curved into a smile, her body vibrating slightly, and her
Hermione’s lap. nose was creased up with charming wrinkles as she began to laugh. He cocked a
“Crooks!” she exclaimed, smiling as her faithful pet nudged his nose into her puzzled eyebrow in her direction, but he was smirking before he could catch him-
palm. “I missed you, boy.” self, and the atmosphere felt a little lighter.
“Brilliant,” mumbled Draco. “Do you have any flea repellent?” “I’m sorry,” said Hermione as her giggles subsided. “I don’t know why, but I
“No,” said Tonks, stepping into the room. “But I do have some irritating found that funny.”
tosser repellent.” “I’m not surprised,” Theo shrugged smugly. “I am hilarious.”
“Ah, that explains why I haven’t seen Potter and Weasley this morning.” Blaise grunted and shook his head. “Your humour is an acquired taste.”
Both witches shot him harsh glances, which he casually ignored. “I would just “No, your face is an acquired taste.”
like to point out that you made that extremely easy for me.” Hermione’s giggles returned, and she absently wondered when she had last
“Prat,” Tonks mumbled, approaching Hermione. “Would you like to hold Teddy?” laughed like this; when she had permitted herself a stolen sliver of time to simply
“Yes, please,” she practically beamed, gently removing Crookshanks from her lap be a teenage girl without the weight of a war balancing on her shoulders. She felt
and adjusting herself so Teddy would settle comfortably in her arms, his small frame Draco’s hand return to her knee, and she reached down to tangle their fingers,
cradled against her and secure between her elbows. “God, he looks like you, Tonks.” briefly meeting his eyes to indicate that she felt relaxed enough in the situation.
“You reckon? Everyone says he looks like Remus.” The rest of the evening passed with more strained silences than conversations,
“He has Lupin’s eyes, but he has your nose and mouth,” she mumbled thought- but she didn’t mind so much. To expect an immediate sense of amity with Blaise
fully. “Have you told Harry he’s his godfather yet?” and Theo would have been far too optimistic, but there’d been no malice or inten-
“Remus told him last night,” Tonks nodded. “Apparently he was chuffed- tional efforts to cause her discomfort, and she considered that a good start to the
“Wait a minute,” Draco interrupted brashly. “Potter’s the godfather? Bloody end of the day.
hell, Tonks, you could’ve given the kid some hope.”
Hermione tutted and pursed her lips. “Harry will make a wonderful godfather- ★★★
“Yes, because he has such a knack for staying out of trouble. Is Weasel-bee the
godmother?” “Draco?”
Tonks extended her arm and flicked her wrist to slap Draco’s shoulder, not par- “Hm.”
ticularly hard, but enough to make him wince. “Do you mind keeping your eye on “Are you asleep?”
Teddy for a bit, Hermione?” she asked. “I have a couple of things to do, and Remus “Evidently not.”
has gone to meet Kingsley.” She twisted her body around to face him in the bed. “Did you ever read The
“I’d be glad to.” Twisted Time Theory by Virginia Fairhart?”
“Thank you,” she said, giving Draco a stern look as she turned to leave. “And “Are you still going to talk about it if I say yes?”
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 He sighed and opened his eyes. “No, but I remember seeing it in the library. “Yes, because there are so many hazardous objects in our room.”
What about it?” “I guarantee you’d manage to find one.”
“Well, she theorised that because time can be altered and cheated with a time- She scoffed but didn’t respond, instead smiling appreciatively as he raised his
turner that there are possible endless universes beyond the realms of the dimension arms above his head to stretch, watching the muscles in his arms distend, flex, and
we exist in, with varying conditions that were limitless in their differences. The strain against the short sleeves of his t-shirt. She thought he was his most beautiful
Muggles have a similar theory too called the Multiverse Theory- in the morning; his hair slightly ruffled, his features relaxed, and his musky signa-
“Granger, it’s past midnight,” he interrupted. “Do you have a point to this ture scent overpowering everything in the room. She mused it might be because all
little lecture?” of his defences were down, or maybe it was because she was the only one who really
Hermione hesitated. “Well…do you think it’s possible that there’s a universe had a chance to observe him like this, but either way, it was a temporary state, which
somewhere where there is no war, and we still ended up together without all made it all the more captivating to her.
this…chaos happening?” “What time is it?” he asked. “It’s still looks dark outside.”
His brow lowered with bewilderment as he looked down at her, their foreheads “Quite early,” she replied. “About eight, I think.”
grazing with the movement. “But that wouldn’t be us,” he said. “They would just be “Come back to bed,” he mumbled over a yawn. “I would offer you a hand, but I
mirror images- know you’ll refuse.”
“But who’s to say we aren’t the mirror images?” she argued. “What if we aren’t She nodded stubbornly. “I can do it myself.”
the real ones?” Crawling her way closer to the bed, she gripped the nightstand and heaved herself
Draco ran his fingers down her arm, along her waist, and then lingered at her up, grunting with the effort. She managed to keep her footing for a few seconds, but
hip to trace slow circles there. “Feels rather real though, doesn’t it?” when she went to take a step she stumbled, and landed on the bed in a graceless heap.
She didn’t reply; simply tilted her head to borrow his lips in a quick kiss before “Well, that was dignified,” said Draco drolly.
tucking herself a little tighter into his arms. “I wonder if there’s a universe where “Oh, hush. I got up, didn’t I?”
you, Ron, and Harry get along well.” “Yes, and it only took an hour.”
“Definitely not,” he muttered. “I am confident that all possible versions of me “Don’t exaggerate, it’s not attractive.”
would think that Potter and Weasley are wankers.” “Everything I do is attractive,” he quipped, and his brow furrowed as Hermione
She tutted and murmured something incoherent against his chest, but he let it burst into a fit of giggles. She futilely attempted to smother her laughter into her
be. He could hear the exhaustion in her breathing, and her sighs grew heavy against hand, as she often did; her body shaking and causing her tousled curls to spill
his collarbone within minutes. around her shoulders. “Would you like me to leave and come back when you’re
finished?” he asked flatly.
★★★ “Sorry,” she breathed between chuckles. “It’s just…I’ve missed this. Just bickering
with you. I know that sounds odd, but I feel like things are getting back to normal.”
He woke with a start; a cold sweat thinly spread across his brow and a gnawing “Normal?”
chill at the base of his spine. His heart was riotous in his ribcage, and in a bizarre “Well… as close to normal as we’ll ever be, I guess.”
moment of paranoia, he checked that Granger was at his side. She was, of course. “Except now we’re surrounded by nosy buggers who insist on being so bloody
Her back was to him with her wayward curls sprawled across the pillow, sleeping intrusive.”
soundly and groaning softly as he altered his position in the bed. She eyed him curiously. “Would you have preferred we stayed in my room in
He couldn’t be sure, but he had a hunch he’d dreamt about his mother, and he Hogwarts forever?”
felt edgy as he sat up and dragged the damp tips of his hair away from his face. He “No, I was bloody sick of that room,” he frowned. “But at least we had some
tried to recall something tangible from his dream, feeling for some reason that it privacy. At least we were left alone.”
might be important, but it was a futile exercise. Dreams seldom linger when reality “Well, we’re alone n…” But, as if to prove Draco’s point, she was cut off by three
is so eager to resume. solid knocks at the door.
He choked on the crispy dryness in his throat, trying to smother the noise “For Merlin’s sake,” he hissed. “Fuck off!”
against the back of his hand so as not to wake Granger, but she didn’t stir. “Draco, stop it,” she scolded. “Answer the door.”

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 Deciding a glass of juice would clear it, he left the bed with the same mindful
awareness of his sleeping witch, and unravelled his body from hers and all the
bedding trapped between them.
Grabbing his wand, he headed downstairs, casting a faint Lumos to guide his
way and play with the shadows. He guessed it was around three or four in the
morning, and the house was so still, with only the dull thuds of his own footsteps
to echo in his ears.
So when he pushed open the kitchen door and the glow of his wand caught the
outline of a figure and a flash of red hair, he jerked back with shock but forced
WANDS himself to recover quickly when he realised who was sat at the table. He poured a
little more magic into the Lumos so he could see the other wizard in the room
properly, and he saw nothing but contempt in those blue eyes, and Draco matched
it with a sneer and a cocky tilt of his chin.
“Oh, good, it’s you,” said Draco coldly. “You know, Weasley, people with faces
like yours shouldn’t hide in the shadows. It’s a fucking health hazard.”
Ron clenched his teeth and slowly rose from his seat, and Draco arched an eye-
brow with amusement. Apparently, the night just took an interesting turn.

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thumb and forefinger, and watched it spin like a miniature tornado.
After waking up some ten minutes ago and taking her potion, she had slipped
out of Draco’s arms and tested her legs. Still numb from the waist down, she had
half-hobbled and half-crawled to the chest of drawers where Tonks had told her she
would find her bag. She’d started to remove the contents — mainly her potions and
books — checking that nothing had been damaged during their encounter with the
Snatchers and the incidents that had followed in Malfoy Manor, and when she’d
found her bloodstained clothes, she’d shuddered to the onslaught of flashbacks
they’d stirred.
And then she’d found the strand of hair, tucked between the threads of her
jumper; definitely not hers, and almost certainly Bellatrix’s.
She twirled it again, focussing on the black, coiled wisp and analysing it so in-
tently, her eyes began to feel dry and sore.
“Granger, what the hell are you doing?”
His voice startled her and she whipped her head around to meet his inquiring
stare, quickly hiding the hair in the pocket of her bag. “Nothing,” she said. “I was
just making sure the Snatchers hadn’t taken anything, or broken something.”
“Were you even paying attention when Tonks said that you should take it slow?
Or are you just intent on injuring yourself further-
“Draco, I have some temporary nerve damage,” she frowned. “I am not made of glass.”
“Well, forgive me for trying to be sensible,” he drawled slowly. “But I think it
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 Narcissa released a relief-laden sigh. “Thank you.”
“In the meantime,” he said evenly. “I will continue to do what I have been doing,
and you will continue to do what you have been doing. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she frowned, replacing the hood to conceal her face. “I understand, Severus.”
“And keep your mind guarded,” warned Snape, watching her through hooded
eyes as she pivoted on her heel and left the office. He slowly turned his attention to
the portrait on the opposite wall. “I suppose you approve of this revelation about
Miss Granger and Draco?”
“Don’t you?” the image of Dumbledore countered.
WATER “No, I do not.”
“History has a funny way of repeating itself when broken hearts aren’t mended,
Serverus,” the painting spoke softly. “Don’t resent the déjà vu-
“If history is deciding to repeat itself, then we already know that there is no
happy ending.”
“You could help them find one.”
Snape turned his back on the portrait and returned to gazing out of the window,
wondering how fate could be so callous and intent on tormenting him with such a
familiar setting and story. He stared back at his distorted reflection in the drizzle-
DRACO FLICKED HIS WAND TO IGNITE THE CANDLES AND THE BUN- kissed glass and gritted his teeth against the ache in his heart, unable to decide if he
dle of logs in the fireplace until the kitchen was illuminated with the amber of the pitied the two doomed lovers, or envied them.
flames. He tucked his wand back into his pocket, careful to keep the base just above
the seam in case the occasion called for a spell or two, and then shifted his attention
back to Weasley. His long-time rival looked like shit, and that was being generous.
Weasley seemed almost distorted; deathly pale with blood-red cracks in the
whites of his eyes, and more haggard than usual, even by the infamous Weasley
standards. His eyes were alive though, staring somewhere past Draco’s head while
his nostrils flared and his knuckles turned white. There was something else too;
something that was a little off. Draco couldn’t decide if it was in his posture or in
his expression, but Weasley looked slightly unhinged and precarious.
“Leave,” he spat suddenly. “Just go, and leave us alone.”
Draco couldn’t help but scoff. “Why would I do that? This is my cousin’s house
and she invited me-
“You didn’t even think of Tonks as your cousin until it bloody suited you!”
“That’s irrelevant,” he retorted, deciding it was time to broach the inevitable
and watch Weasley squirm. “Besides, I think Granger wants me here.”
Draco saw an instant change in Weasley’s stance at the mention of Hermione; the
muscles in his face tightened, his breathing elevated, and something dark flashed in
his eyes. It was so amusing to watch, to see him struggle with his words and fidget
with agitation. Granger or no Granger, watching a weasel in distress would forever
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 “Stop lying to me, Severus! When I was searching through that girl’s memories of “Come on, Weasley,” said Draco provokingly. “Let’s hear your shite insults and
Draco, I could sense your presence! I could feel that you were somehow connected to comebacks, or if you want to have a little cry, I’ll happily observe-
Draco, and that she perceived you as an ally, so don’t even try to lie to me again!” “YOU DON’T DESERVE HER!” he blurted furiously, slamming his balled fist
His face scrunched up with distaste. “Are you here to blackmail me, Narcissa?” down on the table. “YOU DON’T! YOU DON’T BLOODY DESERVE HER!”
“Don’t tempt me, Severus- Draco didn’t flinch despite the element of truth he found in that comment.
“Then why- “Neither do you.”
“I want to help you,” she blurted. “I want to help them.” “I deserve her more than you!” shouted Ron. “If you actually cared about her, you
Snape’s eyebrows lifted with surprise but he remedied his expression back into would let her be with someone else! Someone who actually gives a damn about her-
a suspicious scowl. “Why would you want to help the Order?” “Oh please, Weasley,” he rolled his eyes. “If you think I’m going to be some wet
“Because Draco… because when I was in that girl’s mind, I saw how happy my Hufflepuff and give her up because of some pathetic moral bullshit, then you may
son was…happy with her; a Muggle-born. And I didn’t care.” She paused to swal- have just beaten Longbottom in the dumb fuck race-
low. “I could feel the girl’s love for my son, and I saw it reciprocated in her memo- “You know she shouldn’t be with you!” Ron accused. “You must’ve…I don’t
ries of him. I just want my son back.” know, you must’ve tricked her-
“You mean Draco and Miss Granger?” he mumbled, his disbelief too intense to “For fuck’s sake, Weasley, if you had a brain you’d be dangerous. Granger’s a
mask. “You’re certain?” big girl, and she can make her own decisions,” he said, pausing to smirk. “And she
“Without a shadow of a doubt,” she nodded. “You are working for the Order, decided she wanted me. Not you.”
aren’t you? If you weren’t, you would’ve summoned Him by now. And Draco is Ron sucked in a harsh breath through his bared teeth. “I was her first!” he yelled.
alive, isn’t he?” “We are more than you think! We-
“And how do I know who you are working for?” “I know. She told me,” Draco replied calmly, smothering the stab of jealousy
“Search my mind if you want, or use Veritaserum. I don’t care. But look at me, and relishing the shock on Weasley’s face. “Although the fact that it was you makes
Severus. You know me, and you know I am not lying.” the prospect questionable. You can barely use your wand, so I doubt you can even
Snape regarded her with a calculating stare and pursed his lips. “How are your locate your dick.”
skills in Occlumency, Narcissa?” Rage ignited Ron’s cheeks with a red-hot flush, and he flipped the table on its
“Good enough. If He knew what I was thinking, I would be dead by now.” side, removing that physical barrier between them and then stalking close enough
“And does Lucius know you’re here?” to Draco that he could feel his incensed panting against his face. Draco straightened
“Lucius…,” she breathed. “Lucius is barely aware of anything. He has been tor- his back and lifted his chin to give himself more height, lowering his hand until his
tured too much.” She choked. “I don’t have a husband anymore, I’m just haunted fingers grazed his wand. Just in case.
by a ghost that resembles him. I have lost both of my sisters, and I…I thought I’d “You are sick,” seethed Ron. “The things you have done-
lost Draco.” She choked again. “He’s all I have left, Severus, and I will do anything “Take a fucking step back, Weasel,” he interrupted, his tone low and menac-
to get him back. Please help me get my son- ing. “Now.”
He scoffed. “Your family have had enough favours from me- “This is all just some twisted scheme of yours to hurt us-
“Well then let me help you,” she implored desperately. “Please, Severus, let me help.” “Yes, that’s it,” Draco sorted sarcastically. “Being a twat to Granger for six years
“If you want to help, you will carry on pretending to serve the Dark Lord- was actually a secret ploy to get her into bed just to piss off you and Potter. Con-
“But I could- gratulations, Weasley, you just won the dumb fuck cup-
“It’s the safest and wisest option,” he continued, nodding his head towards the door. “STOP IT!” Ron barked, getting right in Draco’s face. “STOP IT NOW-
“You need to return to the Manor before someone becomes aware of your absence- “I won’t tell you again, Weasley, step back!”
“But, Severus, I need- “SHE’S WRONG ABOUT YOU! YOU HAVN’T CHANGED AT ALL-
“Can you get away tomorrow night?” he asked, waiting until she nodded. “I will “Don’t you fucking dare,” warned Draco with a cold hiss. “Don’t pretend you
contact you tomorrow then. It’s too risky for you to be here right now. Amycus will know a SODDING thing about me-
be coming shortly. I will let you know of a more appropriate time and place to re- “YOU ARE USING HER!” Ron roared. “AND IT’S ALL JUST A BLOODY
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 Draco snarled loudly, unexpectedly riled by Weasley’s accusation, and feeling She adjusted the hood of her cloak to better hide her face, flinching as each clicks
rather suffocated by their proximity. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FA- and clacks of her heels ricocheted around the empty corridors and bounced be-
“AND I WON’T LET YOU HURT HER! I WOULD DIE FOR HERMIONE- tween the cold, stone walls. She knew the castle well; had instantly recalled the paths
“SO WOULD I!” that she’d wandered in her youth, but the ancient school’s air felt so different now,
Draco meant it, but even he was a little shocked at how easily the words had unfriendly and abrasive. A cruel chill rushed down her spine as she rounded an-
exploded past his lips, but the stunned look on Weasley’s face was worth it. It was other corner, and she hurried her steps.
like the retort had physically clouted him with a crisp upper-cut to the chin, and he She’d been forewarned that the Death Eaters had ensured that disillusionment
took a clumsy step backwards and almost tripped over the leg of the overturned charms wouldn’t work in here, or anything else that might aid a person to escape. There
table. Draco squared his shoulders as he watched Weasley apparently compose was no getting in and no getting out, unless you knew the right people, of course.
himself, and the clack of his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth seemed to kick Finally spotting her desired door and the gargoyle guarding it, she mumbled the
Weasley back into the present. password she’d been told would work — Agere Sequitur Credere — and released a
“You’re not capable of that,” he said quietly, flicking his furious glare back to grateful sigh as the door yielded and permitted her access. Hurrying down the small
Malfoy. “You’re not capable of being that selfless- passageway and into the Headmaster’s office, her eyes darted around the large
“Don’t,” Draco growled again. “The biggest mistake you will ever make is un- room, before they finally landed on the dark outline of a shadow near the window,
derestimating me, Weasley. Especially when it comes to Granger.” and she pulled down her hood.
Ron scoffed. “So you think it’s that easy? That you are one of us now?” “How did you get in here, Narcissa?” asked Snape in that slow, thick tone, keep-
“I don’t want anything to do with you- ing his back to her.
“Well, that’s tough shit! Hermione is something to do with me, and you don’t “Let’s just say Alecto owes me a favour.”
know her if you think she will just toss me and Harry to the side for you- “And why are you here?”
“I wasn’t finished,” he scowled. “I can’t stand you and Potter, but I know she “You know why I’m here,” she accused sharply. “You know exactly what I am
would never discard you pair, no matter how much I detest you. There’s nothing I doing here!”
can do about that- “No, I don’t.”
“You’re bloody right there isn’t- “Yes, you do!” she spat loudly. “You lied to me, Severus! You told me my son
“Do you honestly think I haven’t thought this through, Weasley?” he snapped, was dead!”
and he could feel a rant building in his mouth. The words were spewing out of him, He glanced over his shoulder to eye her curiously. “And what would make you
but he didn’t stop. “I know that you, Potter and Granger are practically joined at think I’d lied? Draco was killed-
the hip, and I knew it when I somehow ended up here, in a safehouse for the de- “No, he wasn’t!” she shouted. “I know he wasn’t killed!”
fected, and I fucking knew it when I decided to put Granger before my family! If “What are you talking about, Narcissa?”
you think you and Potter are going to stop us, then you are fucking wrong! You “That Mu…the Muggle-born girl, Potter’s friend. When she was at the Manor,
might be an obstacle, but you are a small one in comparison to other shit Granger I searched her memories, and I saw Draco!”
and I have dealt with.” “What exactly did you see?” he questioned, nearing her warily. “Perhaps you
Ron drew in a long breath and sucked in his cheeks. “And her blood status?” misread a memory-
Draco narrowed his eyes into serpentine slits. “Is evidently irrelevant to me- “No, I know what I saw!” She clenched her eyes shut to delay the tears. “I am
“It didn’t use to be!” yelled Ron. perfectly capable of reading memories, thank you very much. I saw my son alive.
“Fucking hell, Weasley, do I have to spell it out for you? Are you really that You told me he was dead.”
thick?” he spat coldly. “Granger. Is. Mine. Get used to it. The same way I’ll learn to Snape cocked his head to the side. “I made a vow to protect your son. I did what
get used to your sodding presence- was necessary to keep that vow-
“I will never accept you as one of us!” Ron interrupted indignantly, but Draco “I know you’re working for them,” she interrupted. “How else could he have
could hear the edge of defeat in his tone. “It won’t last! You…you will screw up- ended up with a member of the Order? How could he have ended up in Hogwarts
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he shrugged. “Do you honestly think I when McGonagall was Headmistress?”
would be here, probably disowned by my family and spending my time with you “You are mistaken-

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need to consider the possibility that if your parents were wrong about Muggle- wankers, if it was all just for a laugh?” He took a step towards Ron and cocked his
borns, then they were probably wrong about other things too- head so he could glare down at him. “And if you try to get in my way, you will see
“Sod off, Blaise,” he groaned. “I am still trying to understand how I ended up what I am fucking capable of.”
falling for Granger and then became involved with this bunch of suicidal idiots. I With that, he gave Weasley a hard shove and stalked towards the door.
don’t really have the patience to question everything about my upbringing.” “Where the hell are you going?” Ron shouted after him.
“Suicidal idiots?” he echoed, his brow creased. “You don’t think they’ll win?” “I’m bored of you,” he replied over his shoulder. “And your face is starting of-
“No,” he said quickly, lifting his eyes back to stare at Granger through the glass. fend my eyes-
“But she does, and she has proved me wrong about everything so far.” “We are not finished!”
“I’m sure we’re not, but you’re pathetic tonight, even by your normal standards.
★★★ It’s too easy, and quite frankly, embarrassing to watch you stutter-
“I’M NOT-
Hermione combed her fingers through her tousled curls and watched Draco “So why don’t you go to bed, weep into your pillow, and memorise a few insults
undress from her spot on the bed. There was beam of moonlight stretching into the that I can laugh at next time-
room through the gap in the curtains, and it hit his china-doll skin in a mesmerizing “Malfoy-
way that made her breath catch in her throat. Her craving for sleep was a heavy pull “And besides,” Draco went on, pausing at the door to fire a condescending
on her lashes and a persistent ache in her muscles, but it was inevitable after what smirk in Weasley’s direction. “Granger’s waiting for me in bed.”
she considered had been a rather vexing day. Between Harry explaining the events Every muscle in Ron’s body went taut, and his features creased up with outrage.
that had occurred in Malfoy Manor and then discovering Dobby had sacrificed “You fucking-
himself for them, she was anxious to envelop herself in the blankets and in Draco’s “Goodnight, Weasel,” he drawled seamlessly as he left the room, slamming the
arms for some much-needed rest. door behind him before another slur could be exchanged, but he almost collided
But she’d noticed her lover had been distant today, particularly since she and with the person loitering in the corridor. “What the hell do you want?”
Harry had returned from Dobby’s grave a little while after lunchtime. His odd “I was just standing by in case someone needed to intervene,” said Blaise. “You
mood had lasted all day, but she’d refrained from questioning him about it; mainly woke me up.”
because they hadn’t really been able to steal a moment alone. As she studied him “Were you expecting an apology?”
now, his dusty, grey eyes were far away and preoccupied, but then they turned to “Hardly,” he snorted, as they both began to ascend the stairs. “But perhaps some
her, and there was a glint of apprehension in his stare. gratitude for placing silencing spells on the bedrooms.”
“Are you angry with me?” he rushed out. “For not telling you about the House-elf?” Draco cocked his head. “Why didn’t you just cast one on the kitchen?”
The question threw her off kilter for a second or two. “No,” she replied after a pause. “And miss the entertainment? Not likely. Speaking of which, that comment
“It wasn’t something you did out of spite. You just…don’t understand, I guess.” about his dick was inspired, but I am rather surprised.”
“It’s a just a House-elf to me,” he told her honestly. “And I know you bloody “What about?”
love the things with that SPIT thing you did- “I expected a far more…aggressive confrontation between you and Weasley.”
“It’s called S.P.E.W.- “It seemed pointless when he could barely keep up with a verbal fight,” replied
“And it never even crossed my mind that its death was worth mentioning. It Draco flippantly. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure my fist and Weasley’s face will
means nothing to me.” meet again within the next few days, but there was no need for it tonight.”
“I meant nothing to you once. Opinions change- “Well then, I recommend that you cast a few silencing spells before your next
“Not overnight,” he cut in. “It took time for my opinion of you to change- argument, or you’ll have Tonks battering your eardrums.”
“We have time,” she said, a slight smile on her lips as she reached out to grasp “Noted,” he nodded stiffly, pausing his steps outside the bedroom door. “An-
his hand. “Come to bed, Draco.” ything else?”
Blaise exhaled. “You know, I am on your side, Malfoy.”
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 “Well,” said Draco, skimming his tongue across his teeth. “When you figure out “Probably,” he shrugged.
what side we are actually on, let me know.” “How is Hermione?” asked Tonks.
Blaise looked like he might respond, but he simply gave Draco a parting dip of Draco cast his mind back to the shower and barely stifled a smirk. “Better. She
his head and walked away. “You’ll figure it out, Malfoy. Goodnight.” can almost stand up and rest her weight on her legs.”
Draco glowered at the back of Blaise’s head for a moment before he slipped in- “Good, at least the potion is working. Why didn’t you help her down here for
side the bedroom, keeping his movements light to avoid waking Granger. Easing some breakfast?”
himself back into bed, she instantly angled her body towards him, like she was rest- “Potter’s talking to her.”
less to share his warmth, and her lashes quivered between sleepy blinks. “Oh good,” sighed Luna suddenly. “Harry needs her right now. He looked so
“Where’ve you been?” she asked, her voice soft and muffled. sad this morning.”
He draped an arm around her shoulders as she buried her face into the crook of his “Potter always looks sad,” Theo commented, and Draco nodded his head
neck, her drowsy breaths tickling his collarbone, and her palm resting over his heart. with agreement.
“I’ll tell you in the morning.” “Don’t be nasty,” warned Tonks. “He’s been through a lot-
“We’ve all been through a lot,” Theo snapped. “Some of us just don’t feel the
★★★ need to fucking moan about all the time-
“Theo, that’s enough. I’m not undermining anyone else’s problems, but Harry
When Draco roused, he was momentarily blinded by a shaft of sunlight piercing has a lot on his shoulders.”
the room through the window, and he buried his face into the pillow with a groggy Draco slackened his jaw to comment, but he was cut off as Lupin entered the
groan. But when he realised he was alone amongst the bed sheets, he sat up a little kitchen with Teddy in his arms. “Good morning,” said Remus, passing the baby to
too quickly for his morning brain to handle, and it took a few seconds for the bout Tonks. “I just checked on Ollivander, and he’s feeling better. And I saw Hermione
dizziness to clear. With a steady head and adjusting eyes, he found Granger easily with Harry. Looks like she’s doing better too.”
in their small room, but he frowned at what he saw. Tonks tilted her head. “You went to her room to check on her?”
She was on her feet with her back to him, her hands braced against a chest of “No, I just saw them outside.”
drawers, apparently for stability, and her legs wobbling. He scooted down the bed Draco shot up to his feet and marched out of the room, ignoring Tonks’ calls
until he could see the side of her face, and her features were fixed with concentra- for him to wait. Still unfamiliar with the layout of the house, he ended up at the
tion, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed. back door and grabbed the handle, but when he peered through the window and
“What the hell are you doing?” caught sight of Granger and Potter, something about the melancholic image of
Her body jerked with shock to the sound of his voice, almost costing her bal- them made him hesitate.
ance. “Bloody hell, Draco,” she breathed. “You made me jump- Just a few yards past the garden fence was a delicate stream, and leaning over it,
“I asked what you were doing,” he said, leaving the bed. “You shouldn’t- from its seat on the bank, was a weeping willow with brawny branches and flecks
“No, no, no, just give me a minute!” she said sharply. “I took the potion this of blossom-buds. Between the gaps in the veil of leaves, he could see the two of
morning, and my legs felt… I think I might be able to- them, both kneeling down beside what looked like a gravestone; their heads bowed
“Granger- with Hermione rubbing Potter’s back in comforting circles.
“Look!” she exclaimed proudly, carefully removing her hands from the dresser. “You didn’t tell her about the House-elf,” Blaise’s voice made him start. “Did you?”
“Look, see! I can stand!” “I didn’t think it was important,” he replied bluntly. “It’s just a bloody House-elf.”
Her legs trembled and her posture rocked in the effort to keep her upright, but “A House-elf that saved her life.”
the delighted smile pulling at her mouth prevented him from immediately gripping Draco chewed his tongue but remained silent, frowning as he watched Hermi-
her elbows and offering support. one brush aside the sprinkling of tears on her cheeks and rest her temple against
“So you can stand in one spot,” he remarked drolly. “That’s handy.” Potter’s shoulder. The sensation in his gut was neither jealousy nor suspicion, but
“It’s progress,” she frowned, but then she lost her footing and toppled into his perhaps discomfort, because he simply couldn’t fathom how she could be upset
ready arms. “Bugger.” about the death of something so insignificant. But, again, he was conflicted.
“Tonks said you need to take it slow- “Draco,” Blaise exhaled slowly. “I know it’s easier said than done, but you really

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ward and rubbing his face with his palms. “It’s like my curse is contagious. Eve- “You distracted me,” she accused. “I could’ve-
ryone I love dies- He hushed her with a firm press of his lips against hers, swallowing her protest
“It’s not your fault- down and down and down until she kissed him back. She latched her arms around
“Isn’t it?” his neck and he belted his around her waist, collecting her tightly against his chest
She shook her head and grabbed his hand. “No, Harry, it’s not- and lifting her off the floor with ease. Settling her on the dresser, he caught her
“And when I thought I’d lost you- bottom lip between his teeth, and sunk his hips into the gap between her thighs.
“Harry, take a breath,” she sighed, tightening her grip around his fingers. “Tell me Her fingers were in his hair and brushing his ears, completely absorbed by him,
what happened at the Manor, and then we’ll go to Dobby’s grave together, okay?” with sweet, quiet sighs leaving her lungs between the tugs and sucks of his mouth.
There were tears locked in his disturbed, green eyes as he filled his lungs with But then Draco broke the bliss, trailing a couple nips along her jaw before he pulled
air, and began to recount the details. back to admire her flushed cheeks and the slow heaves of her chest.
“What was that for?” she asked quietly. Breathlessly.
★★★ “Partly to shut you up,” he said with a cocky grin. “And the other reasons
should be quite obvious.”
“I just think it’s odd,” remarked Theo. “It’s not even your bloody name any- Hermione hummed with thought. “I need a shower.”
more. We should all be calling you Lupin, really.” “A shower?” he repeated. “Surely a bath-
“No, it would get confusing with all the people who call Remus that,” said “Would be easier, yes. But I want to use my legs as much as possible, and I can
Tonks. “Besides, Tonks has been my nickname for years- stand up now.”
“Only because it was your surname, but it’s not anymore.” “Granger, you barely managed ten seconds on your feet-
Tonks, Theo, Bliase and Lovegood had already been sat at the table and engrossed “Which is why you’re going to be in the shower with me.”
in a rather dull discussion about breakfast when Draco had wandered into the kitchen Draco’s eyebrows shot up high on his forehead. He had memorised her body
around fifteen minutes ago. That discussion had somehow drifted to the current one meticulously in his head, sometime during the last few days of their stay in Hog-
about his cousin’s name, and Draco rolled his eyes as he finished his glass of juice, warts; every freckle, every scar, and every feminine sway of her silhouette. He’d
wondering exactly how long it would take Potter and Granger to finish their little learned her so he could close his eyes and map her out on the backs of his lids,
heart-to-heart. Leaving his seat to prepare a mug of coffee, he perched himself on but despite that, he knew she was self-conscious about being completely bare in
the countertop and listened without absorbing as Tonks and Theo continued to front of him. She had always gathered a sheet around her in the mornings or
bicker between mouthfuls of toast and Lovegood’s idle humming. twisted herself away from the light, and even now he could see the bashful uncer-
“I like being called Tonks, so that’s what I ask people to call me. End of.” tainty in her eyes.
“But it doesn’t make any sense,” Theo argued. “Don’t you have a middle name “Don’t look at me like that,” she said. “You have… you have seen me naked
or something? Even that would make more sense if you’re so intent on avoiding plenty of times. There’s no logical reason why I should have an issue with it.”
your first name.” It really did sound like she was tying to convince herself rather than him. “Well,
“Actually, I have three middle names,” she nodded slowly. “But my mother ensured I believe that nudity was the one topic you failed to be logical about, but I’m not
all of them were ridiculous too. Nymphadora Gwendoline Taura Hyacinth Tonks.” complaining about you changing your mind-
“Bloody hell,” murmured Blaise. “That’s a mouthful.” “You do know I only mean a shower?” she cut him off quickly. “I mean I…I can
“Taura’s a pretty name,” said Luna thoughtfully. “I like that.” barely feel anything below my waist, and I want to… well, I want to-
“It’s the best out of a bad bunch, I guess,” replied Tonks. “For some reason, “Be able to feel me,” he finished for her, dipping his head until his fringe tan-
mum wanted to keep the Black tradition with constellations and it’s the feminine gled with hers.
name of Taurus.” Hermione nodded nervously. “Well… yes. It’s not like I don’t want to…you
“Then why didn’t you let people call you that?” Theo pressed. know, but my legs… and I-
“Because I like the name Tonks, okay?” “Granger, it’s fine,” he said, with a hint of amusement in his tone. “I get it. Just
“Doesn’t make any sense to me,” he muttered, turning to Draco. “Malfoy, do a shower. You do realise I never even mentioned shagging you-
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 “It’s called sex, Draco- ment and animosity Draco was so accustomed to finding in his expression. Potter
“Semantics,” he smirked, pecking the corner of her half-smile. “I assume you’re simply appeared exhausted and deflated, eyeing Draco with little more than uncer-
going to insist on walking, and say no to me carrying you?” tainty as he cleared his throat and tried to peer into the room.
“Of course.” “Malfoy,” he nodded stiffly, his voice strained.
“Very well,” he frowned, tugging her forward as she moved her grip to his fore- “Potter.”
arms. “You ready?” “I want to see Hermione-
With a slight incline of her head, she rested her weight against him, and Draco “Harry?” she called. “Harry, come in.”
slowly guided them across the room with patience he wouldn’t have been capable Draco contemplated being difficult, but he was in a significantly better mood
of a few months ago. Hermione’s steps were inevitably clumsy as they shuffled today after the morning shower and everything that it had entailed. He knew Pot-
across the floor with knocking ankles, and Draco hesitated when he opened the ter’s relationship with Granger was far less problematic than Weasley’s, and his de-
door, checking the hallway was quiet and empty. His actions were a bit hastier but meanour seemed harmless enough, so he stepped aside, watching Granger’s fea-
still mindful as they crossed the corridor to the bathroom, keen to lock them inside tures twist into a half-frown-come-half-smile as her gaze followed her friend. And
before anyone could amble by and catch them. Once inside, Hermione released a then her eyes shifted to him, connecting with his and hosting the inevitable request
brief and delicate laugh, and Draco studied her curiously. that he’d anticipated since Potter had walked into the room.
“What’s so funny?” “Draco, could you leave Harry and I alone?”
“I don’t know, it just reminded me of Christmas,” she mumbled warmly. Despite expecting her question, he clenched his jaw and shot a cold glance in
“Sneaking around, and then you helping me keep my balance on the ice.” She Potter’s direction — more for the sake of dignity and familiarity than anything else
paused and her smile stretched a little. “I love that memory.” — and then turned to leave. Purposely knocking shoulders with Potter as he went,
Draco didn’t respond, preferring instead to watch the emotions play with her he was oblivious to the annoyed scowl Granger was firing at the back of his head as
features. When the wistful daze left her eyes, he helped her perch on the toilet seat he slammed the door behind him, and left them to it.
and began to undress, tugging down his boxer-shorts and removing his vest with- “How can you stand him?” asked Harry.
out a tinge of reserve, despite being very aware that Hermione’s stare was roaming “I don’t want to argue about Draco with you today, Harry,” said Hermione
across every inch of him. firmly. “Where’s Ron?”
“You’re exactly how I remember you,” she whispered faintly, reaching out to “I tired to see him earlier, but he doesn’t want to talk to either of us.”
graze her fingers over his stomach. Her hand must’ve been cold. She felt his sudden She cringed. “Maybe if we tried together-
breath, and the dents of the muscles in his abdomen became more pronounced be- “You know what he’s like, Hermione,” he said, his voice weary. “He won’t talk
neath her fingertips. “Exactly how I remember.” until he’s ready.”
His hand rested over hers for a moment and then slid down her arm to clutch “I guess,” she agreed grudgingly, her gaze roaming his solemn face. “How are
her elbow, and when she lifted her eyes to his face, she thought his expression was you feeling, Harry?”
set somewhere between strained and pensive. He pulled her up to stand and she felt He sighed and seated himself on the bed; eyes downcast and rimmed with stress.
the air rush out of her, momentarily mesmerized by the beauty of Draco stripped “I feel…guilty. Tonks told me about your legs-
bare and close enough that she could feel his body heat through the flimsy fabric of “It’s only temporary, Harry. At least everyone got out okay.”
her t-shirt. She rested her hands against his chest and splayed her fingers wide, her “Everyone got out okay?” he repeated with a confused tone, but then his features
thumb stroking across the risen line of his Sectumsempra scar. tensed. “They didn’t tell you.”
“Granger,” said Draco, breaking her daze. “Grip my shoulders and balance yourself.” “Tell me what?” she asked. And then she noticed his hands; noticed that his
Waiting until she’d adjusted herself, he dropped his hands into the space be- cuticles were bleeding and his fingernails were shredded. “Harry, what happened
tween them and skimmed his knuckles down her stomach before looping the string to your hands?”
of her pyjama bottoms around his finger, and tugging the knot undone. He could “Bellatrix killed Dobby,” he told her. “I dug his grave this morning.”
feel her holding her breath as he latched his thumbs under the hem of her knickers, “Oh my God,” she gasped. “Harry, I…I am so sorry-
and he pushed them and her bottoms past her hips, down to mid-thigh where they “Everything I touch breaks, Hermione,” he mumbled dejectedly, hunching for

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keep her balanced on her unreliable legs, but he strained and flexed his muscles, fell the rest of the way and pooled at her ankles. There was already a blush glowing
waiting until he felt her bodyweight shift before he allowed himself to slide down in her cheeks when he looked back at her, and he kissed her temple as he wrapped
to his knees. He rested his cheek against the flat of her stomach as the haziness and one arm around her waist for support.
tremors subsided, lulled into a calming state by Hermione’s fingers combing “Put your arms above your head.”
through his hair and tickling the nape of his neck. She exhaled slowly through her nervously puckered lips and reached upwards,
“Oh God,” she said suddenly. “We didn’t cast a Muffliato or anything.” keeping her eyes lowered as Draco used his free hand to gather a fistful of her t-
Draco released a short bark of laughter. “I couldn’t give a shit.” shift. He yanked it over her head, and her hair tumbled around her shoulders, her
curls bouncing like springs. She raised an arm to cover herself, but thought better
★★★ of it and offered him a coy smile, returning her hands to his shoulders. Her breasts
brushed against his naked chest and they both inhaled.
Hermione’s fingers were fidgeting in her lap as she watched Draco; wondering Draco wanted to take a step back and see her, to ensure that he had memorised
if she should ask the question that had been pestering her for minutes. After their her correctly and then reacquaint himself with the slopes and sweeps of her shape,
shower, Draco had helped her into a fresh pair of jeans and a jumper, mumbling but he resisted. Instead, he picked her up without warning, partly because he as-
some comment about how he preferred removing her clothes to putting them on, sumed she would insist on being difficult, and partly because he was too impatient
and he was now dressing himself. Normally, she would have studied him with re- to feel the familiar softness of her body against his.
luctant fascination, admiring his finesse and that ability to always appear immacu- Cradling her against his chest and quietly surprised when she didn’t protest, he
late, despite being stripped of all the tokens wealth that had graced his youth, but stepped into the rather large bathtub and mumbled a quick incantation to start the
the question was distracting her. shower fitment. He carefully dropped her legs and feet down, facing her away from
“Granger, I can hear your brain ticking from here,” said Draco, his eyes shrewd him so she could lean back into his body for balance if she needed to, but she
and enquiring. “What is it?” seemed to have found a stance that she could hold to comfortably stand. His hands
She hesitated. “I actually wanted to ask you…and you can say no if you want. I remained on her anyway, grasping her sides as the water rained down on them and
wanted to ask if I could use your wand to dry my hair?” steam began to envelop them in a thick mist. He watched the water drag and stretch
“That’s it?” out her hair until it reached down to just above the dimples at the small of her back,
“Well, sharing wands is considered rather intimate by some- clinging to her skin like thick toffee.
“More intimate than sharing bodily fluids?” he interrupted, removing his wand Hermione felt his arm snake around her waist and he pressed his palm flat
from his pocket and passing it to her. “Go ahead.” against her stomach, and then his mouth was on her shoulder and dotting lazy
“Thank you,” she smiled. Mumbling a quick incantation, she felt the wand resist kisses there. She closed her eyes and tilted her head so she could nuzzle her nose
her a little, but it did the job, and when she looked back at Draco, the corner of his against his cheek, sighing when his lips trailed to the arc of her neck and he gathered
mouth was bent with amusement. “What are you grinning at?” her hair out of the way, draping it over her opposite shoulder. It was all so familiar
“Apparently I forgot that your hair looks like a nest for a family of blind owls.” and wonderful; the feeling of the hot water and him, and she knew if it weren’t for
“You’re hilarious- her injuries and the numbness below her navel, that she would feel that lustful burn
“And charming.” of anticipation between her hips.
Hermione snorted, but it faltered when Draco stalked towards her, leaning for- It had been two months and she had missed the physical aspects of their rela-
ward with his head bent to steal a kiss, but a knock at the door broke the moment tionship as much as she’d missed everything else about his presence. Evidently,
before it could begin, and they both sighed. Draco had the same sense of withdrawal because she could feel him growing hard
“Is there no fucking peace in this house?” Draco muttered, turning back for the door. behind her, until it was prodding her back, and impossible to ignore.
Expecting it to be Tonks or perhaps Lovegood, he was caught off-guard when “Draco, you’re-
he was confronted with his own reflection, doubled in a pair of familiar glasses, and “I can’t help it,” he mumbled between kisses. “It’s been ages-
he straightened his spine when he realised they belonged to Potter. The other wiz- “I know, but-
ard looked sleep-deprived and tormented, and there was only a hint of that resent “I know, no sex,” he said. “Honestly, Granger, it’s fine. Just ignore it. Say some-
thing about Weasley, that’ll scare it off.”

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 She barely heard the last part, too absorbed with the heavy tightening in her against his pelvic bone. When he was satisfied he could release her, he leaned back
chest. It felt like determination, but it was more the overwhelming need to do some- against the tiles, half-tempted to watch her but reasoning it probably wouldn’t help
thing, to give something. Her mind was misted with memories of Christmas again, her obvious nerves.
one in particular which involved a similar scene to where they were now; water- Instead, he stared straight ahead, unable to distinguish his animated heartbeats
drops pounding down on their naked skin, and a private sanctuary of white tiles from the rhythm of the shower, and the next ten seconds of nothing felt like an hour.
surrounding them. She remembered Draco trailing kisses down her torso, and then The first thing he felt was her fingers gently stroking the inside of his thigh, and
lower, and lower, until all sensation had followed his mouth there. And the memory then they were firmly circling the base of his length. His gut spasmed when she
bred a bold notion that made her anxious. But there was a brazen flicker of excite- pulled the O of her fingers up and down him a few times. Slowly. Inquisitively. And
ment in her too; that Gryffindor spark of tenacity. then there was this blissful, wet warmth enveloping him, and he dropped his head
“Draco,” she breathed with a wavering voice. “Can you turn me to face you please?” back, a guttural grunt vibrating in his windpipe as she began to move. He could feel
His lips left her shoulder as he slowly pivoted her around. “Are you alright?” the pad of her tongue licking his tip, like damp silk, and the grope of her lips drag-
“Yes,” she said, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Look, I…um- ging over him. All his blood seemed to rush down to his groin, until all he could
“Bloody hell, Granger,” he frowned. “If we’re not having sex until you’re better, focus on was the moist and soft feel of her drowning him.
then you’re going to have to stop biting your lip. I thought the plan was to scare Her ministrations were by no means confident or skilled, but he would swear it
away my dick- was more her inexperience that made it so intense. Every lick of her tongue and every
“Do you remember Christmas? When we showered together in the morning?” pull of her mouth felt delicate and smooth, like it was more the kiss of her breath
“Yes,” he replied hesitantly. “Why?” folded around his erection than actual physical contact. When she did something be-
“And do you…do you remember what you did?” she stuttered clumsily. “When tween a swallow and suck, he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes tight shut.
you…when you were on your knees?” “Fuck,” he hissed, releasing a shuddering breath.
“You mean when I- Merlin knew if it was because he’d been deprived of a sexual release for two
“Drop me to my knees, Draco.” months, or because she simply felt so marvellous with the muscles of her throat
His eyebrows rose high on his forehead with shock. “Granger, I wasn’t hinting clenching around him, but he could already feel the building burn of lust inside of
that I wanted you to- him, swelling up like a bubble ready to pop. The combination of her hot mouth and
“I know, I know,” she interrupted, running her fingers along the ridge of his the water’s pulse was hitting all his nerves in the right places with the perfect pres-
collarbone. “I think that’s partially why I want to; because you didn’t ask- sure, and his chest began to rise and fall with shallow breaths. And then his bones
“You don’t need to- began to tremble.
“I want to- “Granger, stop,” he blurted, glancing down as she pulled away and stared up at
“I can wait- him with wide and confused eyes. “Give me your hands.”
“You know, most guys would be just the slightest bit enthusiastic- She did, and he hastily yanked her to her feet, spinning them around and pin-
“Granger, I’m evidently enthusiastic,” he smirked, gesturing to his erection, ning her up against the tiles. He kissed her swollen lips so hard they would surely
which was now rock-hard and nudging her hip. “But I know you, and- bruise, and then bit them desperately, grabbing her hand and pushing it against his
“Then do you really want to argue and encourage me to change my mind?” she length, encouraging her to touch him and drive him to the end. He silently thanked
asked with a tentative smile, tilting her body into his frame and kissing his chin. Salazar when she got the message and began to pump her fist around him, and he
“Let me do this, Draco.” had to break their kiss to let go of a loud groan, burying his face into the crook of
She felt him coil a lock of her wet hair around his finger and sigh. “You’re sure?” her shoulder. She was kissing the receptive stretch of skin between his ear and
“No,” she laughed a little, perhaps more from nerves than humour. “But I want Adam’s apple, and with a few final tight tugs, he was done. His limbs shook with
to try. Drop me to my knees, Draco.” no control and he groaned it all out, his breath leaving him in sharp gasps as every
He dropped his head to give her lips a quick tug with his, and then adjusted inch of him tingled and quivered.
their stance a little, so his back was to the wall, and she would have more room to “D-don’t trust my hold,” he said shakily. “Rest against the wall.”
kneel. Locking her wrists in his grip, he helped her sink down to the base of the tub, His body was throbbing. It was taking all of his strength to remain standing and
his anticipation aching when she pressed a brief kiss by his ribs, and then another

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her back arched off the bed with those first few rocks of his hips, and he buried his Muttering a steady string of complaints under his breath as his cousin left, his
face into the crook of her neck to smother a groan. He knew he wouldn’t last long; quiet words fizzled into silence when his attention was drawn back to the sobering
it has simply been too long since his body had been buzzing like this for him to sight of Hermione, and the small bundle in her arms. He shifted his stance, instantly
physically resist reacting to the sensations coursing through his blood and muscles. feeling uncomfortable, like the gravity in their bedroom had increased and had
It was why he had ensured she would be close to bursting before seeking any pleas- hooked onto his stomach. His eyes flickered between her and the baby, scrutinising
ure for himself, and judging from her laboured breathing and the shorts spasm be- Hermione’s awed expression and contemplating excusing himself, but she glanced
ginning to flutter around him. up at him and grinned knowingly before he could.
Draco slowed his frantic thrusts when an odd urge overtook him, and he ten- “Is there a particular reason you’re standing over there, shuffling your feet?”
derly grazed the backs of his fingers across her cheek, studying her parted lips and “I was not shuffling my-
her lusty eyes. She peered back at him and almost smiled as she reached up to brush “Draco, this isn’t making me broody,” she assured him, her mouth almost bent
her fingertips along his jaw, craning her neck to melt her mouth back into his. in a smirk now. “I am just holding my friend’s baby, so you needn’t be so nervous.”
The pace of their love-making escalated again, with Draco pushing in and out He huffed indignantly and cleared the distance to the bed, dropping to sit opposite
with an urgent rhythm, and the sounds of sweat-drenched flesh smacking together her with such force that she bounced a little. “I was not nervous,” he disputed, frown-
mingled with their loud moans and gasps. In a bold moment of spontaneity on her ing down at Crookshanks when the cat nuzzled his hand affectionately. “I was just-
part, Hermione hiked her legs a little higher, and the pumps of his erection felt “Okay fine, you weren’t nervous-
deeper and so much more concentrated. She held onto him like her life depended “Granger, I was not ner-
on it as those final few powerful drives sent her flying, and her muscles went taut “He’s sweet though,” she mumbled thoughtfully, running her index finger
and rigid, and then she was shuddering without control, trembling and quaking as across Teddy’s tiny knuckles. “Isn’t he?”
the heat of the bliss sunk into her bloodstream and swept throughout her entire Draco cleared the scratch in his throat. “If you say so.”
body. She half-purred, half-whined at the peak of the orgasm, and when it subsided, “You don’t like children?”
she felt light-headed but completely content. “What’s to like? All they do is shit-
The ripples of her muscles around his length had brought Draco that much “Language, Draco-
closer to his own orgasm, and he waited until she had absorbed all she could from “And eat,” he went on. “And they require help to do it. Your cat has more inde-
her release until he jerked his hips once, twice, and a third time before his heart- pendence and appeal.”
beat was pounding in his ears and he was shaking too. He growled hoarsely by “We were all babies once, you know,” she replied. “I like them. I like that they
her ear and absently pecked his lips against her temple before all the energy left remind you what innocence looks like.”
him, and he carefully rolled onto his side. Tossing his arm around her waist, he That comment caught him off guard, and he watched her from under his lashes
pulled her to him, resting his chin against her forehead as she began to stroke as she sighed and stroked the small collection of thin hairs on Teddy’s crown. “I
absent-minded circles against his chest, as their rates of their breathing began to think innocence is subjective,” he told her hesitantly. “To me, you are innocent.”
return back to normal. “I don’t think I am,” she said after a slight pause, blinking at him, somewhere
“Give me a bit and we’ll go again,” he rasped out. between confused and moved. “Perhaps…comparatively to other people you know.”
She tilted her chin to shoot him a curious look. “How do you know I don’t in- “Perhaps,” he agreed noncommittally.
tend to continue our argument?” “So, you don’t want children?” she asked, and he couldn’t tell if she rushed the
“Come on, Granger, don’t piss on my fire,” he sighed. “Besides, didn’t we agree question out to beat an awkward silence, or if she was anxious about asking.
that once you were all healed, we would shag until our bones were sore?” “Wanting them was never really an issue,” he confessed. “It was just always as-
“What? No, I don’t think we did.” sumed and necessary that I have them; carry on the Malfoy line and all that.” He
“Oh,” he shrugged. “That must’ve been in my head then.” paused and clicked his jaw. “I don’t have that responsibility anymore.”
She laughed softly and kissed his chest, feeling his pulse pound against her lips. Hermione’s heart plunged down to her stomach as she watched the change in
“Okay, no arguing about Ron. You will stick to your word though, won’t you? You Draco’s demeanour. Perhaps if she had not come to learn the telling subtleties of
will refrain from confronting each other?” his expression and stance, she wouldn’t have noticed, but she could see his disap-
pointment and dejection in the lowering of his eyelids and the tightening of his

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fists. Even Crookshanks seemed to sense it, resting his front paws against Draco’s The wobbly piece of furniture shifted and groaned as Draco guided her legs to
knee and meowing quietly. fall either side of him and stood in the space between, knocking his knees against
“Do you miss them?” she blurted clumsily. “Your parents, I mean.” the wood as he tried to get as close to her as possible. He helped her remove his t-
Draco averted his gaze. “Granger- shirt and exhaled huskily when she kissed his chest, pausing to retrace the line of
“I’m not asking to use it against you, Draco- his Sectumsempra scar with her tongue. Absently grazing his teeth against the scar
“I know that.” on her shoulder, he felt her ankles jab into the backs of his thighs, just below his
“I’m asking because… well, I’ll admit I am a bit curious, but also because I care,” buttocks, forcing their pelvises together, and they both moaned at the friction.
she explained gently. “You never talk about them.” Draco’s erection was full and swollen, straining against his loose-fitting trousers
He sighed and lifted his hand to comb his fingers through his hair, licking his and rubbing against her spot as they grinded into each other, guided by instinct and
teeth with thought as he regarded her. “‘Miss’ isn’t the right word,” he started reluc- the intense static sparking between them, like hot shafts of lightning.
tantly. “I’m used to spending long periods of time away from them. Well, we all are- When Draco tucked his thumbs under the hems of her shorts and underwear,
“But you haven’t seen them in over a year, Draco.” she looped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself up so he could drag them
“A few months and a year don’t feel that different really,” he shrugged. “No, I down her legs. His actions were fast and impulsive, but as he scraped his fingers up
don’t miss them. I am more… concerned for my mother’s well-being than anything her inner-thighs again, she felt like each move was significant and measured to hit
else. I know she seems cold and hard, but she’s not designed for the life she’s being the right nerves to build up the anticipation. She accidentally clamped her teeth
forced into now. She’s not a killer. And you did say she tried to help you.” down onto his bottom lip when his fingers finally stroked the swell of her clit, and
“She did.” Draco circled his free arm around her wait when she jerked her hips forward.
“You see, she’s not one of them really. She just…she’s doing what she has to in He broke the kiss again, keeping their faces close enough that he could feel her
order to survive.” eyelashes catching with his between blinks. “You can feel it, right?” he asked, push-
Hermione hesitantly parted her lips. “And… your father?” ing his fingers inside of her. “You can feel that?”
“My father,” he echoed tiredly, releasing a short, humourless chuckle as he “Mhmm,” she managed with a nod. “I can feel everything.”
rubbed his chin. “I have no idea. To be honest, it varies everyday, but it’s irrelevant. And she really could. She had no idea if it was because she’d had limb-block,
He won’t want anything to do with me once he finds out about us, and when I think or if it was because she hadn’t been caressed by Draco in this way for months, but
of all the shit he’s put my mother and I through…Let’s just say I’m prepared for each intimate touch was like a powerful jolt of sensation, and her insides were
whatever. I doubt he could surprise me with anything anymore.” burning within minutes.
“You know, your parents might not disown you, Draco- She let out a soft whining sound and yanked his head down to resume their kiss,
“My mother might not, but my father definitely will,” he stated confidently. craving the contact as her arousal inflated, like a warm and tingling bubble. His
She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “Do you resent me for that?” thumb was rubbing over her clit in fast swipes, and the two fingers inside of her
“What?” he frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. “Granger- worked in and out with a deliberate pattern and speed. She shifted her pelvis, and
“No, just hear me out on this,” she interrupted. “I know you don’t think how the movement against Draco’s hand sent a powerful shock of pleasure shooting up
you used to, and that’s a good thing, but…I know it’s difficult for you. I mean, no her spine, and she dropped her head back against the wall to let out a strangled
matter how much I might not understand, you did have certain expectations of groan, watching Draco watching her through hooded eyes.
your life before all this, and… well, I assume they’re different now?” “The bed,” she said between pants. “The bed, Draco.”
“Of course they are,” he snapped. “Why would I resent you for that?” He flashed her a cocky smirk, pausing the thrusts of his fingers so he could pick
“Because I- her up again, steering her legs to wrap around his torso, and his erection was grind-
“Do you resent me for anything?” he questioned quickly. “For putting a strain ing against her again. He speckled her breasts, shoulders, chest, and throat with
on your relationship with Potter and Weasley? And your other friends for that mat- lingering kisses as he carried her across the room, dropping her onto the bed a little
ter. Or for Bellatrix torturing you? Or for- rougher than he’d intended before he stepped out of his trousers and boxers.
“No, of course not,” she hushed him. “You know I don’t.” Covering her body with his, he positioned himself between her legs and pushed
“Why not?” his length into her tight and wet warmth. He felt her thighs clench around him and
“Well,” she started uncertainly. “Because I was aware that these things would

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crescent-shaped dents despite the thick fabric depriving her of that skin-on-skin happen, but I made the decision to be with you anyway. I knew that certain members
friction she suddenly craved. There was a damning desperation is his kiss that was of your family hate me and might hurt me in this war, and I knew that Ron and Harry
too urgent to resist, like they hadn’t kissed in months, and she guessed they hadn’t. would have trouble accepting us. I wouldn’t resent you for a choice that I made.”
Not like this. Not like they were a whirlwind of lust with their limbs and lips locked He nodded his head once. “Exactly.”
around each other and simply drowning in the rush of the moment. “But they’re your parents, Draco,” she stressed. “It’s a little different. They’re
“Wait,” she blurted, tearing her mouth away and trying to regain some of her your family. Your blood.”
irritation towards him. “Wait, I am still angry with you- “Blood has caused us enough problems,” he muttered behind his teeth, but he
“You are always angry with me, remember?” he shrugged, dropping his mouth could tell she’d heard him. “Granger, just rest assured that my decision has been
to her neck. He parted the lower half of her robe and settled his hand against her made, and I have no desire or intention to change it. We will deal with my parents
inner-thigh, curled his fingers, and dragged his nails up until he felt her shiver. when we have to. Can we change the subject now?”
“Can you feel that?” She pulled in a long breath like she intended to argue, but her shoulders relaxed
“Draco,” she said breathlessly. “We were discussing- as she exhaled, and she tilted her head with acceptance. “Okay,” she said, her atten-
“Can you feel it?” tion diverted as Teddy made a small noise. She looked back to Draco with the ghost
She swallowed. “Yes, but I- of a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “Would you like to hold the baby?”
“Leave it, Granger,” he mumbled. “If you’re really so intent on having a go at He choked on his indignation. “Absolutely not.”
me, then you can- “Why not? He is your cousin, and-
“God, you are so bloody incorrigible,” she told him, but she titled her head to “Second cousin.”
kiss his temple, and her fingers were clawing at his shoulders again. “Technically, he’s your first cousin once removed,” she corrected. “And that still
“At least I can spell it,” he quipped, pulling back to admire her pink cheeks and has ‘cousin’ in the title.”
the erratic rise and fall of her chest. “Are you still angry with me?” “That’s beside the point, I’m not holding him,” he shook his head firmly. “Aside
“Furious,” she said. from the fact that Tonks would beat me to death with a rusty shovel if I dropped
“Good,” he grinned, giving her thigh another stroke, and then her nails were him, I don’t want to.”
practically stabbing his shoulders as her body tensed up. “You’re uninhibited “You’re not going to drop him. And even if you did, we’re on the bed-
when you’re angry.” “Granger-
Hermione gave him one her obstinate looks, her eyebrows drawn together with “If you hold him, I’ll make you a hot chocolate,” she offered with a grin.
defiance, and for a fleeting moment, Draco though she might actually shove him away “With cream.”
and recommence screaming at him, but then she smashed their mouths back to- “That’s a weak bribe,” he scoffed. “I am perfectly capable of making my own drinks-
gether. Her fingers were in his hair then, nails dragging across his scalp and gathering “Oh, come on, you know you love the hot chocolates I make.”
his hair into small fistfuls as she pulled him as close as she physically could. Draco “I know no such thing,” he retorted, eyeing her inquisitively. “Why are you so
naturally obliged to the frenzied pulls of her lips, and his hands sought the tie of her determined to get me to hold him?”
robe, tugging it loose and then pushing the garment off her shoulders until he heard Hermione’s smile fell for a moment, and she contemplated telling him that it
it fall by their feet. Clad now in just a small pair of bed-shorts and a baggy vest, Her- was because she thought family was important; that even if his parents had dis-
mione’s skin begged to he touched, and Draco wasted no time in doing so. owned him, he still had other blood relatives that he could turn to. She thought
He ran his hands down the length of her arms and then slipped them beneath about telling him that she had a feeling Andromeda, Tonks, and Teddy might be-
her top, gliding his knuckles across her ribcage and the underside of her breasts. He come more significant to him than he could possibly foresee at this point in time,
felt her breath hitch in her throat and he adjusted his head to suck at her jaw line as and that she wanted him to have more than her and his friends on the Light side.
she released a small noise of pleasure. That little sound was like a catalyst, sending That even though blood might not be thicker than their water, it helped to keep the
a wave of hot blood to his groin, and his actions became more urgent and heavy. heart beating.
Yanking her top over her head, he melted their lips back together, grabbed her “My arms are getting a bit tired,” she told him instead. “And plus, I… I guess it
waist, and picked her up, stepping sideways until her backside was perched on the would be interesting to watch.”
rickety chest of drawers near the bed. He hummed under his breath, evidently unconvinced by her reasoning. “If you

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let me take the piss out of Weasel-bee and Potter for a day without making faces or Draco inhaled sharply. “I did NOT have a tantrum!” he barked. “The way you
complaining, then you have a deal.” brushed me off made me look like a sodding tool, and that was out of order!”
“There’s no chance I would agree to that- “This isn’t about your pride!” she retorted stubbornly. “I needed to talk to Ron,
“Half a day.” and I asked you to leave, and you refused-
“Draco- “Of course I bloody refused!”
“Fine, fine,” he groused. “Honestly, you have no sense of humour. Fine, one “Without good reason!” she argued, poking his chest again. “You should trust
hot chocolate- me enough to be comfortable with me talking to my friends alone!”
“Okay- “It has nothing to do with trusting you!” he shouted, huffing out a frustrated
“Every morning, until I get sick of them,” he finished with a smug tilt of his breath. “Of course I bloody trust you! You know, for being such a know-it-all,
chin. “Deal?” you’re as thick as Longbottom sometimes!”
“Deal,” she echoed, quicker than he’d expected. “Right, settle your arms in “Oh,” she sighed knowingly. “So it’s the typical argument of you don’t trust
your lap like mine.” him around me?”
Releasing a perturbed breath that disturbed his fringe and already regretting “No shit, Granger, of course I don’t trust Weasley!” he snapped. “And yes, I
this, he mimicked the angles of her arms. “Like this?” am possessive, and I will always regard Weasley with suspicion around you, but
“That’s fine,” she said, leaning forward to carefully transfer the baby into his that’s not the point!”
hold. “That’s good, just mind his head. There you go.” “Then what the hell is your point?”
Draco adjusted his elbows and hands to accommodate Teddy’s small frame, al- “YOU TOOK HIS SIDE!” he yelled, raking his hands through his hair. “You
ternating his position until he managed to find a semi-comfortable spot with the shot me down, and in front of him!”
baby’s head nestled into the curve of his arm. Teddy made a few quiet sounds of “I did not!”
discomfort and fidgeted a little before he calmed, staring up at Draco with a wide “Yes, you did! And you didn’t even consider for a moment that Weasley goaded
gaze for one long moment, but then they fell shut, and Draco felt some of his qualms the fight! You just walked in there, and then...,” his voice simmered out, and he
dissipate as the baby yawned with what seemed to be contentment. pulled back to drag his stare from her toes to her crown. He lingered on the pretty,
“See,” said Hermione as Crookshanks crawled into her lap. “It’s not so bad, is it?” red flush tinting her cheeks, and the fiery spark in her dilated pupils, feeling a flicker
He raised his cynical eyes to her and grunted. “If he gives any indication that of heat in his gut before he looked back down to her legs. “Wait a minute-
he’s going to shit or vomit, I’m pointing him in your direction.” “Even if Ron did start the argument, you shouldn’t have retaliated like that!”
“And they say chivalry’s dead.” Hermione went on, oblivious to Draco’s probing eyes. “And another thing-
He regretted his next question before it even found him. “I presume you want “You’re walking,” he stopped her, gesturing to her legs. “You can feel every-
children then?” thing again?”
“Not for a while,” she replied, more for his benefit than hers. “But someday. “I... what?” she stammered, blinking when it dawned on her. “Oh, right. Yes, I
Maybe two, I think. I always wanted a sibling, so I think I’d like more than one.” took some potion and I can feel everything better...anyway, look, Draco, you acted
He frowned with unease, intending to change the topic to something a little less pro- like a complete-
found, but Teddy’s small fingers coiled around his thumb with a grip that felt very real, But she was cut off when he practically charged at her, slamming his body into
and he looked back down at the slumbering child with a peculiar sense of incredulity. hers with a haste-clumsy impact that broke her balance and knocked her off her
“He has no idea there’s a war going on,” said Draco vacantly. “Does he?” feet. But that was okay. The wall caught her back and Draco pinned her in place,
When his eyes returned to Hermione, he couldn’t decide if she looked hopeful his hands roughly gripping her sides before his mouth was latched onto hers, kiss-
or hopeless. ing her hard and frenziedly between shallow breaths. His lips were hot and wet from
“No, he has no idea.” their argument, and she could feel his staccato heartbeat buzzing against her own
“Lucky him.” chest as he pressed himself as much into her as he could, until she thought the wall
“Yes,” she nodded blankly. “Lucky him.” might crumble under the force of them.
She grabbed his upper-arms, her fingers digging into the taut muscles beneath
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 ★★★ Draco managed to stifle the telling look of affection that almost stole his fea-
tures. The way Hermione’s nose wrinkled as she laughed at something Blaise had
Draco stopped his pacing to check the clock again, swearing under his breath said was undeniably charming, but he was too aware of the others in the room;
when he realised its long hand had barely moved two ticks since the last time. Blaise, Lovegood, and Theo. Instead, he rested his arm against the back of her chair,
He recommenced his agitated steps, marching back and forth across the length of giving her shoulders a secret stroke as he did so.
the bedroom like a caged dragon and with as much fire scalding the tip of his tongue. “It was simply a cooking experiment,” Luna said passively. “I wasn’t aware that
It had been close to half an hour since Hermione had dismissed him so abruptly from mixing Lavender root and Valerian would react with the cake ingredients in such
the kitchen to be alone with Weasley, and the heat of the resentment had been swell- an…interesting way.”
ing up inside of him like a blister set to burst. Grinding his teeth and wondering how “Oh fuck, I remember those cakes,” Theo nodded. “Yeah, they made the room
many more minutes he could endure waiting, he was just about ready to stalk back spin, and all I saw was bright colours for five hours.”
downstairs and intrude on their little reunion when the door opened. “At least you weren’t sick on the carpet,” Blaise muttered, rising from his seat.
His head snapped up as Hermione slipped into the room with her chin lifted “Do you want another coffee, Luna?”
defiantly, her steady gaze skimming him, analysing him like one of her books. His “I’ll have a herbal tea please.”
mouth was already open, ready to release a livid tirade, but she turned her back to “Blaise,” said Draco. “Make me a coffee while you’re up.”
him as she shut the door, mumbling incantations under her breath and slowly wav- “Do I look like your House-elf? Make it yourself.”
ing Bellatrix’s wand. “Prick,” he mumbled half-heartedly, also getting to his feet. “Do you want an-
“What the hell are you doing?” ything, Granger?”
“I’m locking the door and casting a Silencing Spell so nobody will hear me yell- “No, I’m fine, thank you. I haven’t finished this.”
ing at you,” she said matter-of-factly. “Almost done- Theo sniggered and rolled his eyes. “I might have another tea. Do you want…
“You’re going to yell at me?” he scoffed. “You were completely out of line!” Oh wait, no. I don’t have anyone to ask.”
She spun around with an affronted expression. “Me? I was out of line? How in Luna moved her lazy eyes over to him. “Was that a hint that you’re uncomfort-
Merlin’s name did you reach that conclusion?” able with being the metaphorical fifth wheel, Theo?”
“The way you fucking dismissed me like that!” he snapped harshly. “You made “On the contrary, Lovegood,” he said quickly. Hermione thought perhaps too
me look like an idiot!” quickly. “I prefer being by myself. Although, if I was going to burden myself with
She rolled her eyes. “You accomplished that all by yourself.” a girlfriend-
“Don’t bloody patronise me- “Burden yourself?” Hermione repeated, taking a slow sip of her tea. “Isn’t that
“I am completely serious!” she shouted irately, stepping towards him and prod- a tad pessimistic?”
ding his chest with her finger. “You were behaving like children! I mean, honestly. “Yeah, hello, my name is Theo and I’m a Slytherin,” he quipped. “As I was say-
Bickering like kids and starting pathetic fights, and you- ing, if I was going to have a girlfriend, apparently goody girls from the boring
“Hey!” he interrupted. “Weasley was the one who started getting all agitated- Houses are in fashion-
“Oh, that’s a great way to contradict my point about you being childish, Draco; “Goody girls from the boring Houses? Excuse me, but-
saying Ron started it!” “You know, you interrupt people a lot,” he remarked drolly. “Yes, goody girls
“Did you shout at him like you’re shouting at me?” he questioned suddenly. “No, of from the boring Houses. I stand by that description. Which brings me to my point
course you didn’t! You mollycoddle Potter and Weasley, and it’s fucking ridiculous!” actually. I don’t suppose you know if the Patil twins are currently single and partial
“I do NOT mollycoddle them!” she disputed. “They’re my best friends, Draco! to some kinky shit, Granger?”
We look out for each other- Hermione coughed mid-swallow, sputtering and choking up her tea and trying to
“Oh, come on, Granger! I know you didn’t bash Weasel’s eardrums like you’re shield it behind her hands. Through the haze of her watering eyes, she saw Draco
bashing mine!” come up behind Theo and smack the upside of his head with the flat of his palm, and
“I treated you all the same!” she defended sternly. “I used the same spell on you, the urge to laugh only made her choking worse, especially when Theo flinched like a
Theo, Harry, and Ron! I’m more angry about the way you behaved when I asked reprimanded child. She felt Draco’s hand on her back then, rubbing slow and sooth-
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 “You alright?” He grinned, and the familiar compassion in his expression instantly comforted
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” she breathed once it had diminished, giving Draco a grate- her. “Even you won’t try to reason it?”
ful smile. “Sorry, that just caught me off guard.” “Even me.”
Draco grinned down at her, his eyes almost soft with amusement, and Hermione “And he loves you?” asked Ron, looking slightly uncomfortable with the ques-
lost herself in the surreality of his calm expression for a moment. She wondered if he tion. “He’s told you?”
was even aware how different his features acted when he was in the company of peo- “He hasn’t said it, but I know he does,” she said honestly. “The fact that he’s
ple he evidently felt quite comfortable with, and she thought she felt something as she here is proof enough for me.”
studied him; a little spark of heat in the numb spot beneath her stomach, but before Lowering his eyes to their linked hands, he remained silent for a moment and
she could give it any mind, the kitchen door opened, and in walked Harry. chewed his tongue with thought. “You know, Lupin came to see yesterday morning.”
The change in the room’s atmosphere was immediate, and her smile faded as “He did?”
she watched her best friend hesitate by the doorframe, his face uncertain and per- “Yeah,” he nodded. “He talked to me for a while; told me about how hard it was
haps even a bit nervous. His eyes narrowed behind his spectacles, warily shifting for Sirius to separate himself from his family, and that Malfoy would be going
between Theo, Blaise and Draco, and Hermione felt Draco’s hand press firmer through the same thing. I’d never really thought of it like that, but... as much as I
against her back. hate to admit it, it did make me think.”
“Hello, Harry,” Luna broke the silence, seemingly oblivious to the tension be- “Good,” she mumbled, uncertain what else she should say. “That’s... good.”
tween the four young wizards. “Would you like something to eat? I can warm up “And after the whole Malfoy Manor thing,” he said reluctantly. “The way Mal-
the soup Tonks made?” foy reacted to seeing you like you were... he completely freaked out, and that made
“I’m fine, Luna, thank you,” he replied, turning to Hermione. “I need to talk to me think too.”
you. In private.” “Sounds like you’ve been doing a lot of thinking,” she commented with a brief smile.
“Yes, of course,” she said. “You’ll have to help me walk though.” “Yeah, it’s been giving me headaches,” he joked half-heartedly, but then his ex-
He nodded and made his way towards her, and she noticed he kept his eyes pression turned serious. “Look, Hermione, I can’t stand Malfoy-
down, refusing to acknowledge the Slytherin boys as he helped her to her feet and “I know-
began to carefully lead her out the room. Draco kept his eyes fixed on the pair of “And I’m not making any promises that that will change,” he told her bluntly.
retreating forms, noting absently that Hermione’s balance had definitely improved, “I doubt I ever will like the prick. But...” he sighed, pausing to rub at the faint stub-
and waiting until Potter had closed the door behind him until he dropped into a ble on his chin. “If Tonks and Remus and Luna can stomach him, I guess I can...try
chair and grunted with distaste. to get used to him.”
“I guess you’d better get used to Potter and Weasley pissing on your parade,” “You will?” she gasped, trying to reign in her elation. “You mean it?”
commented Theo. “Yeah, I’ll try,” he repeated. “I promise you, I will try. I’ll have to, won’t I? It’s
“He’s such a dickhead,” mumbled Draco. “Honestly, he probably wants Granger not worth losing you.”
to help tie his shoelaces, or it’s something just as insignificant and he asked her to She tightened her hold on his hands. “You could never lose me.”
go with him just to prove a point.” “And you have to promise you won’t lie to me again,” he insisted. “I mean it,
“I think their friendship is lovely,” Luna said suddenly, and her three compan- Hermione.”
ions shot her baffled looks. “They’re like brother and sister and they’ve been “I swear, I won’t,” she agreed quickly. “I’m sorry. For everything.”
through a lot together. You rarely see friendships like that really, when you think “I know. I’m sorry too. It’s been weird, not talking to you these last few days,”
about it.” She rose from her seat and brushed away the toast crumbs in her lap. “I he admitted, giving her hands a slight squeeze. “It’s like I’ve been missing a limb. A
think I’ll go and help Tonks with the laundry.” bossy limb that talks too much and corrects my grammar, but a limb nonetheless.”
Blaise made to follow her. “I’ll give you a hand.” She laughed, but it was a short laugh of relief more than anything, and meeting
“You know,” said Draco, after the door had clicked shut behind Blaise, leaving his eyes across the table, she asked the question that had been making her brain
Theo and himself alone in the kitchen. “I never thought Blaise would become so… sweat since she’d fallen for Draco. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?”
attached to a girl. He’s like a clingy pet.” “Yeah,” he said, offering her a reassuring smile. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.”
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 “You and I,” she corrected automatically, but she covered her mouth and gri- “I’m not that bloody bad.”
maced. “I’m sorry, it’s not the time- “You’re not far off,” he muttered, but then Theo’s features seemed to wilt, and
“But that’s who you are,” he shrugged. “And there’s another thing right there. I he almost appeared upset. “It must be pretty…decent for you two though; to have
don’t understand what you’re on about some of the time. If we were together, I’d someone like that.”
spend half the day with my head in a dictionary trying to catch up.” Draco couldn’t help but gawp at his friend. “What the hell are you on about?”
“Ron, you’re not stupid- “You know what I mean,” he sighed. “If You-Know-Who wins this war, then
“But I’m not on your level, and I never will be,” he went on. “You see, I get that, I we’ll all be killed anyway, and it won’t matter. But if we win, then people are hardly
really do. I’m not angry that we aren’t together. I knew there was always a chance that just going to accept us straight away with our Death Eater parents and the things
could happen. I’m angry because... because it’s Malfoy. I just... I can’t understand that. we did before. At least you and Blaise and have someone who will give a shit about
I don’t feel like you’ve dumped me, I feel like you’ve betrayed me. As a friend.” you. At least you won’t be alone.”
“It’s difficult to explain,” she breathed. “I mean, I lived with Draco for months. Draco’s brow furrowed as he rolled those words around in his head, watching
I got to know him. I promise you, he’s not that... that prat he was- Theo’s shoulders slump and hands clasp tightly together.
“Seems like it,” he grumbled. “He still acts like a complete tosser.” “You won’t be alone,” he offered, somewhat uncomfortably. “You know, I might
“Look, I know he can rude, and short-tempered- need you around to help me come up with new names for Potter and Weasley.”
“To name a few- Theo smirked. “You mean one-wank-Weasley and pity-whore-Potter?”
“But that doesn’t make him a bad person,” she continued persistently. “You “Exactly.”
have quite a temper yourself, you know. And I know I can be bossy and stubborn,
and I always have to be right, and Harry is stubborn too when it comes to accepting ★★★
help, and it makes him reckless. We all have our flaws, Ron, it’s what makes us
human. Draco might be a lot of things, but he is not who he was. He’s not bad. The In the rare moments Hermione stopped fretting about the war, it always seemed
fact that he’s here proves that.” to sneak up on her with a new threat, and she wondered if she should feel guilty for
“But everything he did to us. To you,” Ron argued. “How can you just forget all that?” letting it occasionally slip into the dormant part of her brain.
She hesitated and rubbed her lips together, contemplating how she should even She sat on her bed, testing the wand’s weight in her hands and trying to ignore
begin to rationalise her reasoning to Ron. She stretched across the table to grasp his the uneasy twitch in her gut. She could practically feel it resisting her; the residual
hands again, and the words that settled on her tongue felt bizarre and a little heavy, Dark magic scalding her fingertips as she timidly fiddled with it and ran her thumb
but they were falling out of her mouth before she could attempt to stop them. along its edge. Ollivander’s earlier words for it rang in her ears.
“Draco’s like... snow,” said Hermione quietly, her gaze absent and distracted. Unyielding.
“It’s cold and cruel to begin with, but it’s somehow beautiful, and you miss it when She couldn’t help but think of all the people who had suffered or been killed by
it’s not there. And if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it the will of this wand; Sirius, Frank and Alice Longbottom, Dobby, herself, and Mer-
changes. It melts.” lin knew how many others. She hated the thought of using it, but it had been the
She inhaled, and the sound of it snatched her from her trance. Lifting her head, most logical option, and she’d opted herself to become its new owner. Both Harry
she caught Ron’s puzzled eyes, and her cheeks began to burn with embarrassment. and Ollivander had agreed that with her magical capabilities and proficiency in
Even in the company of the people who knew her best, she didn’t like losing her spells, she was the most likely candidate who would be able to harness its powers
usual control and logic, but the wistful metaphor had been so persistent. She was effectively. And if Harry could use Pettigrew’s wand, the man who had betrayed his
preparing what to say next, planning to regain her composure and appropriate pru- parents, then she could certainly learn to adapt to using Bellatrix’s 12¾ inches of
dence for their discussion, but Ron beat her to it. walnut with a dragon heartstring core.
“You really love him, don’t you?” he asked. “I mean, you really do.” According to Harry, Ron had managed to disarm Fenir at the Manor, and pre-
“Yes, I do,” she replied, trying to stifle a smile. “I think this might be it for me.” sumed he still had that wand, assuring Hermione he’d ask once Ron was willing to
Ron frowned. “But why him?” speak to him again. They’d tried knocking on his door and found it locked, which
“I... don’t know how to explain it,” she confessed hesitantly. “I just do. Some things had at least confirmed Ron was using someone’s wand.
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 After sitting in a room for an hour with the fragile and frail wandmaker, and gaze and peeked at her between the untidy strands of his red fringe. “I’m not sure
listening to him describe the properties of Pettigrew’s and Belletraix’s wands and what I can say to you.”
possible methods that might make handling them easier, Hermione had assumed “You can say anything to me. You know that.”
little else would be discussed. But then Harry had raised the topic of the Elder “Well, that was before all this,” he frowned. “Before I knew about your... thing
Wand; had revealed that he’d had a vision, in which Voldemort had acquired it, with him.”
and Hermione’s head still felt a little dizzy from that revelation. “I’m still the same person, Ron,” she said. “I’m still me.”
Harry had then helped her back to her bedroom and they’d spent a few more “Are you?”
hours discussing the ramifications of Voldemort possessing the Elder Wand, sort- She flinched at that, nervously tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Look,
ing through Hermione’s eighty or so books and trying to separate the ones that I understand that you’re angry with me-
were likely to include any details about the elusive artefact. “That’s the thing,” he stopped her. “I’m not angry at you, I am... I don’t know. I
With a pile of thirteen books set aside, which Hermione had organised in order just don’t know, Hermione.”
of relevance and reliability, she’d promised Harry she would read through them “Please just sit down,” she bade, feeling a small wave of relief when he actually
and see what she could find, but had warned him not get his hopes up, fearing that did so this time. He exhaled as he dropped down into the chair opposite her, rest-
the majority of the context would be based on rumours and folklore. Having al- ing his hands on the table. She tried to reach out and hold them, but he pulled
ready read up on the Deathly Hallows during their stay in the Forest of Dean, she them away from hers before she could even graze his knuckles. “Ron,” she tried.
knew that there was little to work with, and almost all of her findings would consist “Please, talk to me-
of hearsay. After searching three books for anything significant and finding noth- “Hermione, it’s not that easy-
ing, she’d decided it might be more beneficial to try some simple spells with Bella- “If you just try,” she pleaded with him. “Just say something, and it-
trix’s wand, just to ease her into the habit of using it. “I think you were right,” he rushed out, almost too fast for her to absorb. “About
That was where she found herself now; anxiously twisting it between her us, I mean. I’ve been thinking about what you said for the last couple of days, about
thumbs and fingers and considering an Accio to get started, but the bedroom door how we wouldn’t work. I was imagining what it would be like to be in a relationship
opened before she could begin, and she literally felt Draco’s outrage as he took her with you, and you know what I thought? I thought it would be nice, and then I
in, toying with a wand he would easily recognise. remembered that nice is the worst word-
“What the fuck are you doing with that?” he demanded harshly. “That’d “In the English language,” she finished for him with a knowing nod. “I’m sorry,
better not be- I just don’t think we’re... designed to be together like that.”
“Bellatrix’s wand,” she finished for him. “Yes, it is.” “No,” he agreed in a slightly distant voice. “No, maybe we’re not. I thought we
“Why the hell do you have that thing?” were though. Hell, everyone did.”
“Harry and Ron disarmed Bellatrix,” she explained, exhaling slowly before she “If the majority was always right, there would be no progress,” she murmured, more
went on. “And I’m going to be using it now.” to herself. “Sorry, I just mean that... people see what they want to see sometimes.”
Draco felt his eyes bulge of their own accord, and a vein in his throat throbbed “I do love you,” Ron told her sincerely. “But... I don’t know if it’s as a friend or
as his anger rose into his mouth. “You are NOT using that wand!” as something more. It’s confusing the hell out of me, and maybe if I don’t know,
Her features creased up with offence. “I wasn’t asking for your bloody permission- that means it’s not what I thought. Does that make sense?”
“Do you have any fucking idea how many people have been killed and tortured “Yes, it does,” she assured him. “It makes a lot of sense actually.”
by that thing?” he ranted. “Probably hundreds between this war and the last!” “It’s like...” he tried awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head in that endearingly
“I’m aware of that!” she retorted. “But wands don’t kill and torture, Draco, clumsy fashion of his. “It’s like, when I thought you were dying, I wasn’t thinking,
people do,” ‘that’s the girl I love,’ I was thinking, ‘that’s my best friend,’ and... when I was think-
“It’s not that simple and you know it! Wands chose their owners, remember? ing about it afterwards, it just sort of hit me, you know?”
That thing is evil and you will not be able to control it- “I know,” she said, and when she reached to grab his hand this time, he didn’t
“Yes, I will!” resist. “I know what you mean.”
“Aside from the fact that you’re a Muggle-born and the wand will sense that, “We really wouldn’t have worked, would we?” he muttered sadly. “It’s like you
said, we would be too convenient. And you and me-

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 “What the hell do you think you are playing at?” he demanded, stepping to- you are too good for it!” he shouted furiously. “It will do everything it can to work
wards her. “You expect me to- against you-
“You just agreed to tolerate- “There is no other option!” she yelled back at him. “Our wands were taken by
“I never agreed to leaving you alone in a room with him!” the Snatchers and Tonks doesn’t have any spares. We have to work with what is
“Draco, do not test me tonight,” she warned under her breath. “I need to talk to available to us-
him and I want to do it alone, so go to bed, and I will be up when I am finished- “So this was Potter’s idea?”
“I don’t bloody think so- “No, it was mine!”
“Draco, I am serious,” she said stiffly, and something about the hardness in her “And whose wand is he using?” he asked curtly. “Rudolfus’ I suppose? Or my
features told Draco that this was an argument that he was not going to win. “This father’s?”
needs to be done and it will be easier if you aren’t here. Now, for the last time, go “No, he’s using Pettigrew’s wand,” she replied steadily. “And I can assure you
to bed and I will be up shortly. I won’t say it again.” that it is far more difficult for him than it is for me. But, as I said, we have to work
He growled behind his teeth, flashing Ron a menacing scowl for good measure with what is available to us-
before he turned to Hermione with a pointed look. “We will discuss this after you’re “This is fucking ridiculous,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his
finished,” he hissed. hands, and raking his fingers back through his hair. “Why aren’t you listening to
He brushed past her in a purposefully cold manner, striding towards the door and me? You are completely underestimating how evil that thing is-
almost knocking Theo over as he barged out the room, slamming the door behind “Or perhaps you’re underestimating me and my abilities,” she fired back. “I
him with enough force to make the hinges screech. He was seething. Completely and know I can do this, so stop it! I have already made up my mind-
utterly enraged; all his muscles rigid and taut with anger and his blood rushing “For Merlin’s sake, Granger, why do you have to be so sodding stubborn?”
through his system as he stormed down the corridor with Theo close behind. “I’m being stubborn?” she repeated incredulously. “You’re the one who won’t
“So...,” mumbled Theo. “No points for guessing who wears the trousers in let this drop-
your relationship- “You can use my wand,” he blurted, and it was almost a plea. “Just use mine.”
“Shut it,” he spat. Hermione stilled, momentarily struck speechless by how easily he offered his most
“Just an observation,” he defended. “I have no shame in admitting that I am a precious item as a wizard to her. “You know that’s not a suitable option,” she murmured.
bit terrified of your girlfriend. She’s scary when she’s all bossy like that- “Why not?”
“Damn it, Theo, fuck off!” “Because then you wouldn’t have a wand-
“We could share-
★★★ “But why should we share when there is this wand to use? And you know, I felt
your wand resist me when I used it yesterday,” she told him, noticing his expression
Hermione winced to the harsh bang of the door, but the silence that followed turned slightly troubled with that comment. “If you would be using it too, then it
and wedged itself between her and Ron was even more disruptive. would take even longer for it to become accustomed to me. It makes more sense
She studied him intently, her heart sinking when he refused to make eye contact that I use this wand, and you know it.”
or give any indication that he was aware of her presence. He simply stood there; his Draco clenched his eyes shut, grinding his teeth. “I’m not going to be able to
gaze focused on the floor and his posture stiff with uncertainty. Sighing heavily, she talk you out of this, am I?”
moved forward and sat at the table, tucking Bellatrix’s wand into the pocket of her “No.”
bathrobe before she leaned forward and clasped her hands together in rather busi- “You can be such a pain in the arse sometimes, Granger,” he grumbled, but the
ness-like fashion. irritation in his tone had simmered. “You really can.”
“Ron,” she said gently. “Sit down please- She smiled a little. “I know.”
“I don’t bloody want- Suddenly feeling quite exhausted, Draco sat himself on the bed, hunching for-
“Sit down, and calm yourself,” she told him in an authoritative tone. “We need ward and perching his elbows atop his knees. He was just considering listing several
to talk.” more reasons why his suggestion might be appropriate, but he felt her fingers reach
If it was possible, his body appeared to seize up even more, but he lifted his

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out and absently stroke across the dents of his wrist, and his objection withered peacemaker to you all! I am not asking you to be friends or even get along, but I
before he had a chance to voice it. am telling you to put aside your ridiculous issues and tolerate each other, or so
“I know it’s hardly convenient,” she spoke softly. “But nothing is ever conven- help me, I will give you boys hell!”
ient during times of war.” Draco’s eyebrows shot up high on his forehead and he wondered when he’d last
Draco’s lips twitched. “Then I guess... Well, at least let me help you with it,” he seen her like this; so flustered and infuriated that she was practically vibrating with
said reluctantly. “I’ve seen her use it, and I know its character. I might be able to the heat of her outburst. He glanced at the others, finding matching expressions of
give you some advice on it, or something.” disbelief on their faces as they regarded the furious witch and the ominous grip she
“I would appreciate that,” she agreed quickly, leaning forward so she could peck had on Bellatrix’s wand.
the barely-there dimple at the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, Draco.” “I will say this one last time,” said Hermione, her voice eerily steady now. “You
will tolerate each other, you will put aside any resentment from Hogwarts, and you
will do it now. Is that understood?” The silence that replied to her was so deep it
rumbled, and she sucked in a harsh breath, bending her wrist slightly and altering
the slant of Bellatrix’s wand in a foreboding way. “I said, is that understood?”
“Yes,” Harry rushed out. “I understand.”
“Yeah, got it,” nodded Theo. “Blah blah blah, hug a Hufflepuff. Can we come
down now?”
Hermione ignored him, her eyes darting between the two wizards who had yet
to respond. “Ron? Draco?” she prompted impatiently. “Well?”
“Fine,” Ron forced out through grinding teeth.
“Whatever,” grumbled Draco, licking his teeth stubbornly when Hermione nar-
rowed her stare at him. “Fucking fine, yes, just let us the hell down!”
“Good,” she said in a clipped tone. “We are all verbally agreed then.”
With that, she lowered the wand and released the spell, crossing her over her
chest as the four wizards slid down the walls and dropped to the floor in graceless
heaps with heavy thuds. Draco groaned as he climbed to his feet, reaching behind
himself to nurse his bruised coccyx, and watching Hermione warily as she seemed
to consider the situation with that pensive look of hers that usually led to a decision
he didn’t like.
“Harry, Theo, Draco,” she addressed them when they were all standing, moving
her hands to her hips. “Go to bed. I want to talk to Ron.”
Draco’s face morphed into an incensed scowl before he scoffed loudly, ignoring the
bemused glances exchanged between the other three as he shook his head and tensed
his jaw. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked her. “Granger, there is no way-
“It was not a request,” she told him, tilting her head to fire him a stern glare.
“I’m serious. You three, go to bed.”
Draco was speechless for a moment, watching her while she offered Potter a
grateful half-smile as he made to leave the room without argument. Theo followed
but lingered by the door, evidently waiting for Draco, and trying to catch his atten-
tion — not that he noticed. He was too busy frowning at his girlfriend and exercis-
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groaned with pain, he heard Potter shout, “Expelliarmus!” and he watched his wand
leave his grip and land in Potter’s ready hand.
“Give my bloody wand back, Potter!” he snapped.
As he marched forward and glared down Harry, he was vaguely aware that both
Theo and Ron had risen from the floor and were stalking towards each other with
clenched fists and adrenaline-fuelled tempers. They were all charging at each other,
set to clash in the centre of the room like warring stags defending their territory,
but before they could collide, a new voice was calling out a spell.
“Dispersum!”
And Draco felt the force of the spell in his stomach, picking him up off his feet
and lifting him upwards until he was effectively pinned — half against the ceiling
FLAWS
and half between two walls — locked in place in one of the room’s ceiling corners.
Lifting his head, he discovered that Theo, Weasley and Potter were in similar pre-
dicaments; all wedged in the room’s ceiling corners, squirming with unease like flies
tangled up in cobwebs. Twisting his body and trying to break the spell’s seize on
him, Draco’s eyes settled on the caster, and he paused his struggling.
Hermione was stood near the door; her arm outstretched with Bellatrix’s wand
sitting somewhat awkwardly in her hand. Her hair was wild around her face, tou-
sled by sleep, and her expression was tense, fixed in a disapproving frown with her DRACO WASN’T SURE IF HE’D WOKEN UP WITH A HEADACHE, OR IF
cheekbones enhanced by her pursed lips, and her eyes half-lidded in scrutinising it was the headache itself that had caused him to stir not long before five in the
slits. Barefoot, still wobbly on her feet, and clad in a tattered, purple bathrobe that morning. Either way, it was there, hammering against the backs of his eye-sockets,
was probably two sizes too large for her (possibly Tonks’ from her pregnancy, and he gritted his teeth against the pain.
Draco concluded), she still somehow managed to look intimidating. While he couldn’t remember anything specific, he knew he’d been tormented
“Hermione!” exclaimed Weasley. “Let us down!” by nightmares for the majority of the night — could feel the ruthlessness of them
“No!” she fired back. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves! There are peo- in the cold sweat dribbling down his back — and instinct told him they’d most likely
ple dying because of this war, and you lot can’t get over your pathetic school rival- revolved around Granger, his parents, and Voldemort. It was probably why his arm
ries? Do you honestly hate each other that much that you are willing to let it poten- was wrapped so tightly around Hermione’s midriff, and why her hair was tousled
tially affect the outcome of this war?” at an odd angle, disturbed by his heavy breathing.
Draco cleared his throat. “Granger- He released his hold on her and sat up, trying to ease away his headache by
“I am not finished, Draco!” she cut him off with a firm look. “You are not boys clicking his neck and massaging the bridge of his nose. At the foot of the bed,
anymore! You are men! So bloody act like it and show some maturity and dignity!” Crookshanks was curled up into a tight ball, one eye peeking out from under his
“Hermione,” tried Harry. “Let us down, and we can- paw and studying Draco curiously.
“No, Harry, you will all stay where you are until I am done!” she ranted on, “Bugger off, ugly,” he whispered, tossing back the covers and leaving the bed.
changing the tilt of the wand slightly so that the pressure holding the four of them As expected, he was parched, and he pulled on some clothes and collected his
in place bordered on painful, and they all grunted with discomfort. “I will not have wand before he left the bedroom, intending to grab a drink from the kitchen and hunt
you lot bickering and arguing like a bunch of second-years! I refuse to be a referee for a vial of Dreamless Sleep potion. But when he collided with something that felt
to my friends and boyfriend anymore, so you will just- very much like a human just outside the door in the dark hallway, he jumped and
“Granger,” Theo interrupted, and Draco rolled his eyes at his friend’ s apparent barely managed to stifle a bark of surprise. Fumbling with his wand and casting a
death wish. “I would just like to point out that as I am not your boyfriend and tech- Lumos, he rolled his eyes when the light caught the offending person’s lopsided grin.
nically not one of your friends either, I shouldn’t be included- “Fucking hell, Theo,” hissed Draco. “Are you trying to scare the shit of me?”
“Shut up, Theo,” she snapped. “I am done trying to reason and play “Well, I wasn’t trying,” he quipped. “But it was certainly an amusing accident.”

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 “What the hell are you doing out here?” “I am warning you, Malfoy, I will break that sodding pointy nose poking out
“I’m assuming the same thing as you. I can’t sleep, and I’m thirsty. Or are you of your face-
just going to the bathroom?” Draco scoffed. “I’m terrified-
“No, I’m going to the kitchen,” he said, heading towards the stairs. “Come on then.” “Come on then, wanker!” the redhead spat, jerking his body forward aggres-
“So, why can’t you sleep?” asked Theo. “Does Granger snore?” sively. “I’ll smack that bloody smirk off your face-
“No.” “Ron,” said Harry, rising to his feet and stepping into his friend’s path. “Just
“Does she fidget a lot?” relax a minute, mate-
“No.” “No! We were here first!”
“Does she- Theo snickered behind Draco. “Ten points to the Gryffin-dick for stating
“It’s nothing to do with Granger!” he growled as harshly as possible in a the obvious.”
hushed voice. “And you can shut your bloody mouth and all, Nott! You lanky prick-
“Nightmares then,” he said in a knowing tone, shrugging at Draco’s confused “Oh, come on now, Weasley,” he said, rolling his eyes. “That almost hurt my feelings-
look. “We all get them. Blaise used to have really bad ones; used to wake up scream- “Why don’t you just piss off back to your fucking father?” Ron spat coldly. “Oh
ing his lungs raw and puking for hours. It’s kind of inevitable, I guess. No one ever wait, Daddy won’t have you without a Dark Mark stamped on your arm, bent over
really sleeps during war.” and kissing You-Know-Who’s feet!”
Draco was still contemplating how he could rationally reply to Theo’s remark Draco cocked an irate eyebrow and twisted his head to Theo, just in time to wit-
as they reached the kitchen door, and had either of them been paying attention, ness all the humour drain from his face, and then his expression turned hard and
they might’ve heard the muffled voices on the other side. Ron and Harry were sat sharp with rage. Draco could see the flashes of fury sparking in his friend’s eyes, a vein
at the table, their heads snapping up and their mouths falling shut as Draco pushed bulging in his throat, and his nostrils flaring with the early warnings of a looming
open the door and interrupted whatever conversation they’d been having. Ron was outburst, but before Draco could even consider a calming word, Theo erupted.
on his feet in a second, straightening his spine and glaring at Draco, his lip curled “DON’T YOU DARE MENTION MY FATHER, WEASLEY!” he yelled, heav-
back in anger and his hands fisted at his sides. Taking a few nonchalant strides into ing in a few sobering breaths to steady himself. “You talk about my father again,
the room, Draco simply cocked his head and flashed Weasley a condescending and I swear-
smirk, eyeing his rival up and down for effect. “You’ll what?” challenged Ron. “What the hell will you do, Nott?”
Ron still possessed that slightly disorientated and frazzled air about him, like “I’d break your fucking jaw if I didn’t think I’d catch something, like rabies
someone had flipped him upside down and he was unsuccessfully trying to adapt or poverty!”
to a topsy-turvy world or, Draco thought, that Muggle metaphor about a fish out “You think you’re better off than me without Daddy’s inheritance?”
of water. Despite an improvement since the last time they’d quarrelled in this very Theo charged forward a few steps. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO MENTION MY
room, Weasley still looked on edge, and even from a distance, Draco could make BLOODY FATHER!”
out his bloodshot eyes and gnawed fingernails. Judging from Potter’s exasperated “WELL, I DID!” Ron shouted, shoving aside Harry. “Touched a nerve there,
expression and Weasley’s flushed complexion, Draco deduced that he and Theo have I, Nott?”
had interrupted a rather intense discussion, not that he particularly cared. “Fuck this,” Theo mumbled, digging his hand into his pocket and trying to re-
“Great,” remarked Theo flatly from behind him. “It’s the tactless twosome. No, move his wand, but his fingers were shaking with impatience, and Weasley had his
wait. I can come up with something better than that- wand out first.
“What the hell do you want?” demanded Ron, his stance hostile and his teeth “Stupefy!” yelled Ron, but his aim was off, and the incantation was weak.
bared in an semi-snarl. “I said, what the hell do you want?” The spell caught Theo at an odd angle, not precise enough to knock him un-
“I fucking heard you, Weasley,” Draco scowled. “Calm down, you’ll give your- conscious, but it kicked him off his feet and sent his body flying, skidding across
self a nosebleed- the floor. Glancing behind to check Theo was alright, Draco then hastily withdrew
“I’ll give you a fucking nosebleed,” he threatened. his own wand and hurled an Impediment Jinx at Weasley, successfully catching
“Wehey! Weasley’s got his wit back,” taunted Draco, taking a few cocky steps him right in the chest and throwing him backwards until he crashed into the wall
into the room. “Someone alert The Prophet - with a loud thump. Before Draco could even take a moment to smirk as Weasley

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 “That’s why we need the Clankers,” Griphook explained, holding up the odd “If Weasley keeps his distance, I’ll keep mine,” he agreed stiffly. “Happy?”
device for emphasis. “Very much,” she smiled. “Thank you. I love you.”
As they turned a corner, Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the He frowned and licked his lips with consideration, pulling her a little closer into
beast: a tethered dragon with faded, grey scales and pinkish eyes, scars carved into its his body. It wasn’t the time, but the need to say something made his tongue itch.
body from obvious mistreatment, and chains around its hind legs to keep it incarcerated. “Granger,” he started hesitantly. “You know that I-
“It’s partially blind,” said Griphook. “But that just makes it more savage. It’s “I know, Draco,” she assured him. “It’s okay, I know.”
been taught to associate the Clankers with pain.”
“That’s barbaric,” snapped Hermione.
“If you want to go up against it, be my guest,” the Goblin sneered. “Otherwise,
shut up, girly.”
On any other day, she knew she’d have pestered Griphook with a long-winded
rant about the abuse of creatures until his ears had bled, but time was hardly on their
side. Hell, nothing was on their side, so she let it go, frowning as Griphook rattled the
Clankers, and the tormented dragon recoiled, allowing them access to the vaults be-
yond its reach. The trio and two Goblins approached the Lestrange vault, and
Griphook directed Harry to compel Bogrod to place his hand against the door until
the wood peeled back, like burning paper, and the five of them stepped inside.
“Okay, search quickly!” said Harry, and as he said it, there was a loud bang as
the vault’s door reappeared.
“Bogrod can release us,” said Griphook. “Find what you’re looking for!”
Casting Lumos Charms, the trio began to search, but when Hermione picked
up a golden goblet, she yelped in pain, heat scorching her fingertips. “Ow! It burned
me!” she yelled, but it was quickly forgotten as the trinket duplicated itself, and a
shower of goblets rained down to her feet. “What the-
“They must’ve added Germino and Flagrante Curses!” said Griphook. “Every-
thing you touch will scald and multiply! We could be crushed if you-
“Shit!” gasped Ron, cradling his hand as several plates clattered to the floor by
his feet. “Sorry, that was an accident.”
“Be careful!” shouted Harry, narrowly avoiding nudging an ornament himself.
“We need to find it!”
Watching her step, Hermione carefully meandered her way around all the ob-
jects cluttering the vault, her eyes desperately scanning the space when Draco’s
voice popped into her head. “You know,” she said. “Draco said his mother’s vault
might be similar to this, and if it was, the most valuable items would be kept at the
back on a high-
“Shelf,” finished Harry.
It was the finality in her best friend’s voice that caught her, and when Hermione
looked up at him, he was staring hard at the vault’s corner, his wand tilted upwards,
and she followed his line of sight to a small cup on the back shelf. Helga Huffleuff’s
Cup; engraved badger and all. Harry had mentioned a while ago, not long before he
and Ron had disappeared to hunt for the Horcuxes, that Dumbledore had alluded to

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 Merlin knew how many Death Eaters, and he began to absently tap his fingers
against the table again.

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Hermione pulled back the drenched hair in her eyes and sputtered out the ex-
cess water in her mouth.
“You okay, Hermione?” asked Ron, somewhere next to her, and his hand
came into her view.
AGAIN “Fine,” she nodded as he helped her to her feet, and she shot a quick glance over
to Harry to ensure he was well. “You okay, Ron?”
“Yeah, thanks to your quick thinking. Cushioning Charm?”
“Yes, it was the first thing that popped into my head.”
“Lucky for us.”
She was about to smile, but then she saw him, and he was Ron again; red hair,
friendly, freckled features, blue eyes, and a gasp burst past her lips. “You’re you
again! All the charms-
“Shit, you’re you too.”
DRACO STRETCHED OUT HIS LEGS AND TILTED HIS FACE UP TO THE She looked down, analysing her young hands and the tips of her brown waves
morning sun. His thoughts were rather jumbled today — perhaps from his early with complete bewilderment. “But I drank enough Polyjuice to last at least an hour.
start — and the warmth of the reaching rays seemed to steady him for a moment. And the spells I used on you...I don’t understand.”
It had been four days since Hermione had barged into the kitchen and shouted “It’s the Thief’s Downfall!” shouted Griphook. “It counteracts all magical con-
at Potter, Weasley, Theo, and himself, and aside from a few snarky yet harmless cealment and enchantments! They must suspect us! We need to hurry!”
comments the following day, things had settled down remarkably quickly. An- Hermione chewed her lip. Aside from a slight issue with Bellatrix’s wand
dromeda had even had a private word with him and commended him for his ‘ma- when they’d first entered Gringotts, she’d actually thought their plan had been
turity’, but the fact of the matter was it had all seemed to dawn on everyone that going well. In hindsight, perhaps too well, although she gathered that Harry had
there was simply no room for schoolyard grudges when the world was falling apart. helped a little along the way, mumbling a few Confundus Charms to delay the
And that was the odd thing. guards at the doors, and she knew he’d used the Imperius Curse to gain Bogrod’s
They still all gathered around the radio, listened to crackling Potterwatch assistance, much to her discomfort about him using an Unforgivable. But she
broadcasts about Muggles being tortured, Muggle-borns being slaughtered, and the reasoned it was necessary at the moment, and as she turned her head, it seemed
death-toll rising and rising. The pace and brutality of the War seemed to accelerate Bogrod was beginning to kick up a fuss, evidently no longer under the spell’s
everyday, and yet at Tonks’ home, where one-time enemies had managed to reach possession, but Harry had already lifted his wand, reciting “Imperio”, just as he
an unvoiced vow of amity, there was a bizarre sense of peace. It was disconcerting; had before.
it almost felt like they were detached from it all, but of course they weren’t, and a “We need to move!” insisted Griphook. “They will be coming!”
glance at Granger confirmed that. “Protego!” called Hermione, lifting Bellatrix’s wand until the Shield Charm cut
In the past couple of days, she’d been waking at dawn to practice spells with into the cascade of the Thief’s Downfall. “That should buy us a bit more time.”
Remus and Tonks, insisting she needed to get used to Bellatrix’s wand. He’d de- The three of them followed Griphook deeper into the cavernous structure of
cided to watch her today, coaxed outside by the sun and also intrigued to see how Gringotts, and Hermione wondered if she would even remember the way out when
she handled the unfamiliar wand, and so were his friends apparently. She was a fair it came to it, but she lost her train of thought when an echoing roar blasted towards
distance away from where he was sat with Theo and Blaise near the front of the them from somewhere ahead, and the breeze of it tickled her wet cheeks.
house — maybe fifty or so feet away — but he could see the thin gloss of sweat “What the bloody hell was that?” asked Ron.

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 “Draco,” said Theo slowly, his teeth clenched. “Stop drumming your sodding streaked across her brow as she discussed something with her two companions and
fingers. You’re giving me a headache.” shrugged out of her jumper. Before he even had a chance to realise he was staring,
Draco scowled but flattened his palm against the table, eyeing his fingernails, Theo spoke and shattered his trance.
half-tempted to scrape them across the wood, just to cause some friction, or create “It’s the last day of April.”
a piercing noise to cut through the chaos in his head. Instead, he leaned back in his Draco frowned. “So?”
chair, eyeing the radio expectantly as he let go of a long and laden sigh. “So remind me to punch you for first of the month tomorrow.”
“Twelve,” said Theo.
Draco slanted his eyes over to his friend. “What?” ★★★
“That’s the twelfth time you’ve sighed. You make it thirteen, and I’ll remind you
why it’s an unlucky number.” Hermione nodded and raised Bellatrix’s wand, hunching her shoulders defen-
“Piss off, Theo.” sively as Tonks and Remus took a few steps away from her.
“He has a point,” Blaise chimed in. “Your self-pity and brooding is too loud.” “Ready?” asked Remus, and she nodded again. “Go!”
“Well, what the hell would you have me do?” asked Draco, throwing his hands “Stupefy!” she yelled.
in the air with frustration. “Chat merrily with you two?” He blocked it effortlessly, and she twisted her body to try and deflect the spell
“You? Chat merrily?” Theo scoffed. “Anyway, why are you so miserable? You Tonks had fired at her, but she was still a little unstable on her legs. The moment
should’ve expected this from Granger. When you decided to have feelings for her, her back was turned, she felt magic scalding her skin, and when she turned back to
you knew what you were getting yourself into.” Remus he was already aiming his wand for his next move.
“Decided to have feelings?” echoed Draco, furrowing his brow. “It was hardly “Wait, just wait a minute!”
fucking intentional.” “You think a Death Eater is going to give you a chance to recover?” he retorted.
Blaise shook his head, his lips curved into a wry and detached smile. “Love’s “No, I know that, but-
never intentional, you idiot. It’s the most inconvenient thing in the world. That’s “They’re going to know you’re reluctant to use Dark Magic, and they will prob-
why it knocks you sideways. Especially cynical bastards like us.” ably recognise Bellatrix’s wand,” he continued. “On top of that, you’re reciting your
“Cynical? Me?” grinned Theo. “I’ll have you know that I make daisy-chains and spells. In doing so, you’re telling your enemy what your move is-
frolic with unicorns on the weekends.” “I know, but Bellatrix’s wand is resisting me, and-
Draco rolled his eyes, too preoccupied by Granger’s whereabouts to appreciate “You can do this, Hermione,” he said firmly. “Brightest witch of your age, re-
his friend’s humour. “You’re not funny.” member? Now come on, you are better than this!”
“I think we all know I’m hilarious, you’re just being a moody git. But that’s fine, “Remus, give her a moment,” sighed Tonks. “Perhaps we should just practice
I know you love me really,” said Theo, smirking when Draco fired an irate glare his one-on-one-
way. “Don’t give me that look, you know it’s true. Fifty Galleons says you’ll even “No, he’s right,” said Hermione. “The Death Eaters are hardly going to play fair,
name one of your kids after me, or at least make me godfather- are they? I need to be prepared.”
“What?” Draco snorted, but the corners of his mouth lifted for a moment. Remus gave her an approving look. “Exactly. Ready?”
“You think I would name one of my kids after you? Why would I call my child Drawing in soothing breath and gripping Bellatrix’s wand tighter, she focused
Useless Twat Malfoy?” on the tingling heat gathering in her fingertips. Her magic. Bobbing her head, she
“I know you’re joking but that actually has quite a ring to it.” crouched a little and bent her knees, her eyes steady on Remus as he began to tilt
The chuckle that ripped its way out of Draco’s throat was dry, cracked, and brief, his wrist for a spell. Without uttering a word, she extended her arm, and a bright,
more like a low cackle, but at least it was there. At least it was something raw and violent light shot out of Bellatrix’s wand, and Remus stumbled back, his hand
instinctive. At least it wasn’t sigh number thirteen. A part of him was tempted to reaching up to shield his eyes. Spinning around, Hermione narrowly missed Tonks’
punch Theo for forcing a distraction, as pathetic and fleeting as it was, but Draco Stupefy and hurled back an Impediment Jinx that caught her right in the stomach,
reluctantly realised he felt slightly more at ease, and judging by the softer expression sending her flying backwards several feet.
on Blaise’s face, he did too. The moment passed so quickly though, and Draco was Turning back around just as Remus was beginning to recover, she aimed her
back to picturing Granger, disguised as Bellatrix, trapping herself in Gringotts with wand again, and a rope came shooting out of its tip, wrapping around Remus’ wand

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arm and throat, and with a few tugs he was on his knees, his wand discarded at his “Yes, Madam Lestrange.”
side, and she had Bellatrix’s poking at his Adam’s apple. Summoning his wand into Waiting until Griphook had climbed onto Harry’s back and they were safely
her hand and turning back to Tonks, she fired a silent Expelliarmus at her. concealed beneath the Invisibility Cloak, they left the shelter of the shadowy side-
With three wands in her possession, Hermione smiled to herself; not out of street, Hermione a few steps ahead of Ron, her posture defiant and bold. They
pride or a sense of achievement, but because she felt in control again. slipped into the Leaky Cauldron, barely glancing at Tom, the landlord, as they made
their way into the backyard, and Hermione’s heart was pounding in her chest as
★★★ she rapped Bellatrix’s wand against the brick wall.
As predicted, the cobbled street was quiet, with barely enough people to form two
Fifty feet away, Draco smirked almost fondly as he watched his lover beam with Quidditch teams, but they were all retreating away from her anyway, pulling up their
confidence and triumph. He’d only seen that smile once, back when they’d been ice hoods and ducking away like she might stab them with her jagged nails. And she
skating at Christmas and she’d managed to keep her balance without his support, played on it, shooting them hostile glares, just as she imagined Bellatrix would.
and the memory felt warmer than the sun. “Madam Lestrange!”
Theo released a low whistle. “Fuck me, remind me not to piss off Granger,” he Hermione whirled around, half-prepared to bark down whoever had addressed
mumbled. “Well, you know... again.” her in true Bellatrix fashion, but she heard Harry whisper, “Travers, he’s a Death
“You’re honestly that surprised she’s good at spells?” asked Blaise. “She was the Eater,” into her ear, and she steadied herself as the man approached them.
smartest witch in our year. Of course she knows what she’s doing with a wand.” “I’m surprised to see you here, Madam Lestrange,” said Travers.
“It’s one thing to practice a few spells in a classroom. It’s a whole different thing “Why would you be?”
to use them effectively, and with someone else’s wand, no less.” “It was my understanding that you and the other inhabitants of Malfoy Manor
Arching an eyebrow, Draco glanced at Theo sceptically. “It’s not like you to were confined to the house after the...well, you know. The Escape.”
make a reasonably intelligent comment. Especially at this time in the morning.” Hermione didn’t waver. They’d expected this. “As I have proven my loyalty to
“Piss off,” he scoffed, grinning cockily. “Don’t envy me because I have a brain to go the Dark Lord on countless occasions, I was an exception,” she told him crisply. “It
with this handsome face and you’re stuck with that ugly thing sitting on your neck.” would do you well to remember that before you question me, Travers.”
“You’re taking her recovery well,” Blaise remarked, his shrewd eyes settling on Draco. The Death Eater’s cool expression faltered. “My apologies,” he murmured, turn-
“Why wouldn’t I?” ing his attention to Ron. “Who is your companion.”
“Because it probably means she’ll be leaving with Potter and Weasley soon.” “This is Dragomir Despard. He’s an ally from Transylvania. He speaks little
Draco sat up straight, eyeing his friend with a narrowed glare. “What the hell English, but he’ll be staying for a while, assisting our efforts.”
are you on about?” The two men exchanged nods of acknowledgement, and then Travers’ eyes were
“What, you didn’t think she was actually going to stay here, did you?” he replied back to her. “Why are you here today, Madam Lestrange?”
with a shrug. “Granger and those pair hardly have a history of sitting back and “I have some business at Gringotts.”
watching things happen. I bet you anything they’ve already discussed plans about “I am also headed that way,” he said. “I’ll escort you.”
leaving and doing whatever the hell they’re doing to beat You-Know-Who.” Hermione managed to contain her trepidation. Having a tagalong hardly
Clicking his jaw, Draco thought back over the last few days, recalling that Her- seemed ideal when Undesirable No. 1 was at her side, even if he was adequately
mione had disappeared to talk with Potter and Weasley at least once every day, but hidden, but perhaps this would work to their advantage. Having a genuine Death
not once had she given indication that they were scheming to leave. And he Eater in their presence might work in their favour, so she walked beside him,
would’ve noticed if something was going on. Surely, he would have. hoping to hell and back Travers didn’t hear her booming heartbeat, or see the
“No,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You’re wrong, Blaise.” sweat gathering in her balled fists. Shutting her eyes for a few seconds longer than
“You reckon?” he replied, his tone cynical. “Luna’s planning to leave and she a blink, she did everything she could to avoid thinking of Draco, fearing that a
hasn’t told me.” sentimental smile might steal her features, and look far too out of place on Bella-
“Then how the hell do you know that?” trix’s face to go unnoticed.
“I just know she is. I’m pretty sure she’s planning to go back to Hogwarts with
Dean Thomas. They’ve been talking.” ★★★

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 “Perhaps this wasn’t such a great idea,” he blurted, nodding his head towards “You shouldn’t assume the worst like that,” said Theo. “Perhaps she’s just
Griphook and lowering his voice. “He’s shifty as anything. He’s going to stab us cheating on you with him.”
in the back.” Blaise swiftly landed a hard punch to Theo’s arm, and his sly smirk gave way to
“Then we’ll ensure our backs are never bared to him,” she said. “Harry, we have a wince. “Make another comment like that, and I’ll aim for your face-
planned this meticulously. It will work.” “Why would you punish so many girls by damaging this magnificent work of
He shrugged. “I guess it has to, doesn’t it?” art? Anyway, I’m only taking the piss. Honestly, my hilarious jokes and wit are
She sighed and watched his hands, wanting to reach out and stop them trem- wasted on you people-
bling, but she caught a glimpse of something familiar poking out of his pocket. Be- “Shut it,” he snapped, turning his attention back to Draco. “The point is, I know
fore she could stop herself, she removed it, twirling it between her fingers and in- Luna is leaving soon. She hasn’t told me because she knows I’ll try to stop her. It’s
specting it carefully, just to double-check, and when she looked back at Harry, he the same reason Granger hasn’t said anything to you.”
had an almost embarrassed look on his face. Draco snorted and rolled his eyes. “You don’t know Granger well enough to
“This is Draco’s wand.” know what she would do.”
“Yes. I may have... borrowed it.” “Perhaps not, but yesterday I saw her, Potter, and Weasley leaving the Goblin’s
She eyed him quizzically. “Why?” room. Why would they be talking to Griphook if they weren’t planning something?”
“I disarmed him after you separated us that night,” he explained, sighing. “I still Hesitating as he tried to conjure a explanation, his brow furrowed with uncer-
had it when I went to bed and I... I practiced a few spells, just out of curiosity really, tainty, and a seed of doubt swelled up like a blister in his mind.
and it works well for me. Better than Wormtail’s.” He paused and gave her a fixed “Look,” sighed Blaise. “You know I’m right. Our girlfriends have that bloody
look. “I even managed to cast my Patronus with it.” hero complex that is apparently contagious if you wind up becoming friends with
“You did?” she gasped. “Wow.” Potter. Remember, we used to mock them for it all the time?” He breathed out a
“I was going to return it to Malfoy but... but I just get this feeling that I should short, humourless chuckle. “And now it’s our problem too.”
keep using it. But if you want, after this, you can use it. I mean, it is your boyfriend’s.” “Pretty sure they call that irony,” Theo quipped. “Or sod’s law.”
Hermione hesitated, rolling the wand’s tip between her thumb and forefinger, “If you’re so sure Lovegood’s leaving, why don’t you confront her about it?”
wondering if she was imagining the sudden blast of Draco’s scent that seemed to be asked Draco.
swarming in her nostrils. A part of her wanted to smile, deciding it was nice to hear “And what good would that do? She’d go anyway, and trying stop her would be
her best friend, or anyone for that matter, finally refer to Draco as her boyfriend, like asking her not to...be her.” He paused and massaged the bridge of his nose.
but the setting hardly seemed appropriate for a selfish and wistful moment. The “They will fight. There is nothing you, me, or anybody else can do to stop them.”
setting hardly seemed appropriate for any sort of smile. Getting to his feet, he casually brushed away the dirt on his trousers like everything
“No,” she said after a moment, replacing the wand back in Harry’s pocket. “If it’s he’d said had been insignificant. “I’m going to help Andromeda prepare breakfast.
that compliant with you, you should keep it. I’m used to Bellatrix’s wand anyway.” I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Thank you.” Shaking his head as he watched Blaise stroll towards the house, Draco rolled his
“Although, I should warn you that Draco will probably hex you when he finds eyes and feigned indifference, casually leaning back into his previous position. “Do
out you’re the one who borrowed his wand.” you ever think he’ll go a day without pissing on someone’s fire?” he said to Theo.
Harry smiled. Apparently she’d been wrong; his smile seemed to fit the situation just “Unlikely. Even for one of us, he’s a depressing git sometimes. I think he might
fine. But, like everything else at the moment, the spark of happiness was all too brief. have a point about Granger though.”
“If you intend to go through with this, we need to do it now,” sneered Griphook. “Don’t you start.”
“Diagon Alley will start to get busy soon. The less people, the better.” “Sorry, mate,” he sighed, gesturing to Hermione. “Look at her. Blaise is right.
Hermione felt Harry’s long and troubled breath stir Bellatrix’s curls, and she She’s not testing out a wand for convenience. She’s preparing. For war.”
released an apprehensive sigh of her own as they straightened their backs and nod- Draco tensed so much his neck cracked as he turned his head, watching Her-
ded their heads. They were ready, or as ready as they’d ever be. mione intently as a spell surged from the tip of Bellatrix’s wand and caught Tonks’
“Okay, let’s do this,” said Hermione, looking over to Ron. “Are you ready, Ro— arm. She spun, crouched, ducked, blocked, fired; her movements agile and calcu-
I mean, Dragomir?”

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lated. Prepared. He averted his eyes and bit down on his tongue until he could grim. “Wherever the hell they are, I hope your girlfriend and her two thick pets
taste iron, and he could feel Theo’s eyes studying him expectantly. know what they’re doing, Draco.”
With a growl thundering around his mouth, he lifted his head and scowled at Draco felt a shiver shoot across the line of his spine, like a cold finger scratching
his friend. “Why don’t you just mind your own fucking business?” he snapped. its way down his back. “Yeah, well. Me too.”
“Bugger off. Help Blaise or something. I don’t care, just get out of my face.”
“Fine,” said Theo, shrugging his shoulders like he’d expected the reaction, and ★★★
then rising to stand. “You know, if I was a Ravenclaw, I’d make some comment
about you being in denial- “Okay, I think the dress looks like something she would wear now. How do I look?”
“Theo, I am warning- “Still bloody hideous.”
“Yeah, got it. I’m buggering off.” Hermione frowned at Ron’s response but realised it was simply his way of as-
He pivoted on his heel and stalked towards the house, leaving Draco alone with suring her that it had been a successful transition, and judging by his unnerved
his bleeding tongue and the dull thud of an unforgiving headache in his skull. He stare, he meant it.
stayed there for a few minutes, clenching and unclenching his fists as he stared at With the bitter tang of Polyjuice still rolling around her gums, she looked down
Hermione and her changing stances. Attack, defence, attack, defence, attack, attack, at her hands, or rather Bellatrix’s hands; long, chipped fingernails that were more
attack. She didn’t glance over at him once, too absorbed in the task at hand, so he like claws, and pale hands, flecked with scars, like she’d been wringing glass. Black,
got up and left, feeling that if he watched her a moment longer, Blaise’s words might matted curls poured down her chest, and she ran her tongue over her sharp, uneven
start ringing in his ears. teeth, absently thinking of her parents as she did.
It probably means she’ll be leaving with Potter and Weasley soon. “You look rather awful yourself,” she told Ron, eyeing his long, wavy hair and
altered features with a nod of satisfaction. “I did a good job on you.”
★★★ “I’ll take your word for it,” he said, raising his hand to scratch his false beard.
“Bloody hell, this thing itches. Remind me never to grow one.”
When Hermione, Potter, and Weasley hadn’t shown up for breakfast, Draco She laughed but didn’t respond, too nervous to really conjure a humorous or
had grinded his teeth and pushed his food around the plate, refusing to make eye inventive remark, but she could tell he was nervous too, so that was fine. At least
contact with Blaise. He didn’t need another knowing look cast in his direction, she hoped it was. Perhaps Ron was expecting her to say something reassuring or
nor did he wish to witness Blaise’s anxious glances at Lovegood every time she positive, but words were having a hard time forming in her mouth, and she was just
turned to talk to Dean Thomas. And when a scratchy Potterwatch broadcast had so nervous. She looked away, her eyes landing on Harry as he toyed with the Invis-
announced a long list of fatalities, he hadn’t lifted his head, simply sat there in a ibility Cloak with his shaking fingers.
volatile silence with his finger tapping irately against his knee. He’d wondered if “Ron, keep an eye out.”
Granger had heard the broadcast, wondered if it would provoke her desperation, “I always do.”
and tempt her and her sodding friends to abandon the safehouse and take action. Patting his shoulder as she walked past, she made her way over to Harry, ignor-
In an effort to distract himself, he’d forced his mind to drift elsewhere and real- ing the low, pessimistic grumbles of Griphook a few feet away in the abandoned
ised there’d been a thought niggling at his brain for the last few days; he’d lost his side-street they were hiding in, just a short walk from the Leaky Cauldron. Harry
wand. He couldn’t for the life of him remember the last time he’d used it, and was waiting between some bins, crouched down in what must’ve been an uncom-
Granger had been so keen to practice with Bellatrix’s wand that she would insist on fortable position, evidently distracted, shifting his weight and fidgeting like a tod-
performing any spells before he could even think to locate his. dler at the dentist.
After breakfast he’d headed to his room, attempting to Summon it several times “How are you doing?” she asked.
with no success. Reasoning that it must’ve fallen out of bed and was stuck under He glanced up, grimaced, and averted his eyes. “Sorry, I can’t get used to you
something, he began to hunt for it, searching under the bed and checking the draw- looking like that.”
ers in case Hermione had put it away for safekeeping. When he was on his knees “It’s alright, I find it quite disconcerting myself. Nervous?”
checking beneath the bedside table, the door swung open and painfully smacked “Terrified.”
into his ankles. “It will be okay-

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 Draco didn’t retake his seat until she’d shut the door behind her, and he could feel “Draco?” called Hermione, frowning down at him as he sucked a profanity
the blood pumping in his face when he settled back down, still aggravated, and he didn’t through his teeth. “Sorry! Are you alright?”
know if it was from his argument with Tonks, or from Hermione’s disappearance. “Yeah, brilliant.”
“Bloody hell, I thought she was going to beat the truth out of you, or hurl some “What on Earth are you doing on the floor?”
curses your way,” remarked Theo. “Not going to lie, I was kind of looking forward Huffing his fringe out of his eyes, he got to his feet. “Looking for my wand. I
to the show.” can’t find it. Have you put it somewhere?”
“Sod off, Theo.” “No, I haven’t seen it,” she said, walking past him to sit on the bed. “You should
“You know where they are?” asked Blaise, addressing Draco with a look that ask Andromeda. She might’ve picked it up.”
might’ve been mistaken for hopefulness. He looked at her then, and immediately wished he hadn’t. She was studying him
“Only Granger, Potter, and Weasley,” he said. “I don’t know where Thomas and with soft and sad eyes, blinking heavily like she was trying to resist a tear or two as
Lovegood are.” He paused, then added, “Sorry, mate.” she drank him in. It reminded him of that pulse-slowing way she’d stared at him
“It’s fine, I expected as much.” the first time she’d said goodbye, when she’d Petrified him, shoved a Portkey be-
“So where are they?” asked Theo. tween his fingers, and sent him here. It was subtle this time, cleverly concealed with
“I think I made it clear I had no intention of telling anyone- a steady expression that might almost be convincing if he couldn’t see her eyes. Her
“Yeah, but- eyes gave her away. They always did.
“You wouldn’t believe me anyway,” mumbled Draco, clasping his hands in front “Is there something you want to tell me?” he hastily asked.
of him. “It’s fucking insane.” The question seemed to stun her for a moment and she froze, mouth half-open
“Well, considering Potter’s suicidal tendencies,” Theo mused. “I reckon they’re like she might actually answer, but then she sighed, smiled, and shook her head.
probably knocking on You-Know-Who’s front door.” “No. No, I was just thinking about something.”
“So my front door then? Seeing as the psychopath is currently living in my “Why weren’t you at breakfast?”
house. The fucked up thing is you’re not far off.” He exhaled heavily and scrunched “I was with Harry and Ron,” she said. “Harry’s been having...bad dreams-
up his hands into tight fists. “What the hell was I thinking? I should’ve never let her “Of course he has,” he groaned. “The rest of us hardly have an easy night’s sleep-
go. This is all your fucking fault, Zabini! That bullshit you fed me yesterday screwed “No, I know that, but his are...different. It’s difficult to explain.”
with my head!” He waited for her to elaborate but she was simply staring at him again. Soft, sad
He flinched when Blaise’s hand landed on his shoulder, with what he assumed honey, and he thought he might drown in it. Sinking down on the mattress next to
was meant to be a pat of reassurance. Keeping his eyes downcast, he fought very her, he clasped his hands in front of him, his wrists knocking against his knees. He
hard to keep his composure, staring at his hands as they trembled with the exertion considered just spitting it out, asking her if she intended to leave, but he rejected
to keep his temper subdued. He wasn’t sure if he was more angry at Hermione for his instincts, convinced he was simply over-thinking Blaise’s comments, and his
leaving, Blaise for his ridiculous pep-talk yesterday, or at himself for allowing Her- stubbornness clamped down on his already swollen tongue.
mione to disappear, or even if he was angry at all. Perhaps it was simply nerves and “Are you okay?” asked Hermione, reaching out to tenderly trace her fingertips
concern, or dread and helplessness, or regret and the ache of her absence. Perhaps across his pulse point. “You seem anxious about something.”
it was all those things, but the anger bubbled to the surface because he knew it too “I’m fine,” he said firmly. “Blaise and Theo pissed me off earlier, that’s all.”
well, knew the familiar warmth of it. “What did they do?”
“It will be alright,” said Blaise unconvincingly. “Nothing important. Are you going to help me with my wand?”
“Don’t try optimism,” said Theo. “It doesn’t suit you.” She smiled at him. “Was that intended to be an innuendo of some sort?”
“It’s all getting a bit real now, isn’t it?” Draco whispered, never intending to say “No,” he smirked back, cocking his head so he could peck the sensitive under-
it aloud. It was only when he noticed his friends’ confused looks that he realised side of her ear. “Although if that’s what you’d prefer to do, I’ll happily oblige.”
he’d said it at all. “Draco, I’m sorry,” she hummed with disappointment, gently pushing him
“It’s always been real,” Blaise sighed. “It’s just closer now. Very close. People back. “I have some things I need to do.”
believe in something more when they can touch it.” He grunted with irritation and drew away from her. “Like what?”
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 “Is there a reason you’re being so bloody vague?” he headed downstairs, made his way to the kitchen, and barely lifted his head to
She cringed. Only slightly, but Draco saw it. “Well, Ron needs some help ad- acknowledge Blaise and Theo, sat at the table, and Tonks leaning against the coun-
justing to the Snatcher’s wand he stole,” she explained uncertainly. “And then I tertop, her arms folded, and her face creased up with irritation.
want to practice more with- “Why the fuck have I been woken up at eight o’clock in the sodding morning?”
“Lupin and Tonks,” he finished for her, his tone curt. “Right, fine.” demanded Theo. “I haven’t got a girlfriend who’s gone AWOL, and I’m hardly
“I am sorry, Draco, I just need to discuss these things with them- friends with-
“It’s fine. Are you at least going to share a bed with me tonight, or I am going “Shut it,” said Tonks, levelling her glare at Blaise. “Well?”
to be stuck with your flea-ridden cat?” As Draco sank into a free chair, he glanced at Blaise, wondering if the troubled
“I won’t be long,” she assured him, craning her neck to leave a kiss at the corner shadow in his friend’s eyes was mirrored in his own. He looked like he’d been up
of his mouth, one that lingered in a way that again reminded him of their last night all night, haunted by stress and anxiety, grimacing for hours and trying to claw
at Hogwarts. “I love you.” himself out of a bad dream.
He closed his eyes, and the image of her crying in the rain was plastered against “Well what?” muttered Blaise. “I’ve told you. I don’t know where she’s gone,
the backs of lids, as if to torture him with the memory. “I know,” he mumbled, and I don’t know where Thomas is, or Granger, or Weasley, or bloody Potter-
watching her leave. “Luna must’ve told you something, or hinted-
He quickly returned to the task of searching for his wand before he could think “Tonks, I swear on my questionable soul, I don’t know! My best bet would be
about Blaise’s words again. It was only a hunch that had been born out of nothing. Hogwarts, but I don’t have a fucking clue. She never said anything to me.”
Just inane words without substance or foundation, yet they were ricocheting She sighed, rubbing her forehead with shaky fingers as she flicked her eyes over
around his skull anyway, like frantic wasps, stinging his brain. to Draco. “And you?”
They will fight. There is nothing you, me, or anybody else can do to stop them. “What about me?”
“Well, you didn’t exactly look shocked this morning when I walked in the room,
★★★ and Hermione wasn’t there.”
He shared a quick look with Blaise and shrugged. “It’s hardly the first time
When Draco woke up, he knew she wasn’t there; he could tell by the cold air Granger has made an abrupt exit.”
clinging to his shoulder where her skin should be. “Where is she, Draco?” she asked, her tone sharp. “Where have they gone?”
He probably wouldn’t have paid much attention to the clock had it not read “I don’t know.” He knew it wasn’t a convincing lie. He didn’t particularly try to
exactly midnight, and something about the perfection of the time left an unsettling make it convincing.
sensation in his gut. Turning to the empty space next to him, he ran his palm across “You do know, I can tell-
her indentation, finding it still warm, and her pillow still damp from her shower “Nope,” he said shortly.
before bed. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, glancing around the “Draco, you do realise we just want to help them-
dark room as if it might hold some clue about Hermione’s whereabouts. “You’re wasting your time-
The rational part of his brain — usually the loudest part — told him that she “Dammit, Draco!” shouted Tonks, stalking towards the table and pounding one
was most likely in the toilet or downstairs grabbing a glass of water, yet there was a fist against it. Theo and Blaise jumped at the sound. “You tell me right now!”
tenacious, little itch that persuaded him to leave the bed, slip into some clothes, and “NO!” he snapped, rising to his feet so they were level. “I will not betray the trust
seek her out. Scowling when he remembered he didn’t have his wand, he made his of the only person I make promises to!”
way towards the door, grateful for the dazzling glow of the moon, casting shadows That comment appeared to knock his cousin off her course; a flicker of shock
for him to navigate around. But when he left the room and stepped into the corri- stole her features and her mouth forgot to work for moment, all the severity and
dor, it was pitch black, the kind of darkness that suffocates you, like a coffin or tar. urgency dissipating as quickly as it had come. She sighed and shook her head, mas-
Flattening his hands against the walls, he guided himself along the hall and saging her forehead again. “I’m going to ask you one last time-
down the stairs, and his ears twitched when he heard low voices drifting from the “You have my answer,” he cut her off. “It won’t change.”
kitchen. He could hear Potter mumbling words that he couldn’t quite catch, and he “Count yourself lucky we don’t have any Veritaserum in the house,” she said,
steadied his steps into silent footfalls as he approached the kitchen door. turning away and heading out the room. “Fine, we’ll find them ourselves.”

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 Hermione’s voice joined in, and then Weasley’s, but it was all too muffled and quiet,
and he waited in the shadows for... something. Something to click.
And then he heard one word amongst all the whispers: Horcrux. It was sharp
and definite, like a punctuation mark, and he was kicking open the door before
he realised it.
Three pairs of stunned eyes snapped towards him, but he only felt the hazel
ones. The three of them were standing around the table, papers sprayed across it
like battle plans, and something in his chest sank, leaving it hollow and aching. But
there was anger bubbling inside of him, rising into his throat, and he almost choked
DROWN on it. Potter and Weasley seemed to edge a little closer to his girlfriend, their stances
protective, and that pushed him over the edge into rage.
“Shit,” said Ron. “I had a feeling that the wand didn’t let me lock the door properly.”
“Draco,” breathed Hermione, futilely attempting to hide some of the papers.
“What are you doing-
“What the fuck are you doing?” he shot back. “What the hell is this? A little
secret Gryffindor meeting?”
“Malfoy, we were just-
“Don’t even bother, Potter. I’m not stupid.”
DRACO HAD EXACTLY TEN SECONDS TO FROWN AT THE EMPTY Ron snorted. “Well, that’s not entirely true-
space beside him before there was a roar of footfalls hammering down the corridor, “Shut it, Weasel,” he snapped, tuning back to Hermione with an accusing glare.
towards his room, and then the door was flung open so hard the handle cracked the “You’re planning to leave again, aren’t you?”
wall. In stormed Remus and Tonks, his cousin looking flustered as she shot him a “Draco,” she said softy, her tone almost pleading. “It’s not...it’s not like-
brief glance before she eyed the other side of the bed, dented with Hermione’s ab- “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, forgetting the other two men in
sence, and she let go of a harsh, frustrated breath. the room for a moment. “How the fuck could you not tell me?”
“Shit, she’s gone too.” “Malfoy-
“I need to go and contact Arthur and the others,” said Remus. “See if they’ve “This has nothing to do with you, Potter!” he hissed coldly, baring his teeth.
heard from them.” “And don’t fucking stand in front of my girlfriend like that! Like I would do some-
“Alright,” she nodded, waiting until her husband had left the room before she thing to harm her! You two are not her bloody bodyguards, and I am not a threat!”
turned back to Draco, her expression hard. “You, downstairs, five minutes.” “Draco, just calm down!” shouted Hermione
And with that, she left, slamming the door behind her before he could even “Don’t tell me to calm down when you’re plotting something behind my back!
muster a comeback. Clenching his eyes tight shut and rubbing his face with his We’re talking about this right now! Alone!”
clammy palms, he let his sullen eyes linger on Hermione’s impression, shaped into Hermione dragged in a long breath and dragged her nails through her chaotic
the mattress and pillow, and he swallowed down the clot of angst in his throat, al- curls. “Okay,” she agreed. “Okay, we’ll talk about it. Just give us a moment-
most choked on it. “Now, Hermione,” he groused. “Get rid of them.”
“Déjà vu,” he mumbled to himself, leaving the warmth of the bed, the subtle “Two minutes,” she argued defiantly. “Just wait outside while we clean up, and
scent of Granger clinging to the blanket. we’ll talk. I promise.”
It was cold today, and he absently listened to the staccato beat of raindrops hit- He hesitated and instantly regretted it. Her features were already softening with
ting the window as he pulled on some trousers and a jumper, his movements slug- relief, as if he’d actually backed down, and he covered his frustrated growl with a
gish and inattentive. Beyond the bedroom door, he could hear more footsteps, sharp exhale. Narrowing his eyes into serpentine slits, he flicked them from Potter
raised voices, chairs scraping, and all the peace that had seemed so surreal just yes- to Weasley for good measure, and reluctantly nodded his head.
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 He twisted around so fast it made his head spin, but he stalked out of the room “But...” he exhaled, his voice strained and reluctant. “I will let you... disappear.”
with heavy and fuming strides, slamming the door behind him with enough force The warmth that rushed into her body was an overwhelming mix of relief, grat-
to make the walls judder. Back in the darkness of the hall, he paced back and forth itude, and love, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, melting her body into
like a caged dragon, counting the seconds and listening to the shuffling and inco- his, nearly crushing him in an embrace that she hoped expressed how much she
herent whispers in the kitchen. adored him at that moment. She felt his arms slip around her, his fingers digging
When he’d reached one minute and fifty-eight seconds, he was about ready to into her sides, almost painfully. Pulling back and crying again, she kissed his chin,
implode with impatience, but then the door swung open, and light poured into the then his cheek, and then finally his tense lips. She kept kissing until they softened
corridor. Out ambled Weasley with a predictable frown on his face, and he didn’t and responded, pouring everything in her heart into his mouth, and swallowing
even glance at Draco as he breezed past and headed upstairs. Then came Potter with down everything he breathed into hers. It was a raw and clumsy exchange, too
a more tentative walk, as though he was considering stopping and saying something, driven by desperation to be neat, but it ended when a sob exploded from her throat.
and Draco frowned when the boy-who-lived paused in front of him to do just that. “When?” asked Draco.
“What?” “Soon,” she mumbled between sniffs. “Very soon.”
“Listen, Malfoy,” Harry rushed out. “Don’t try to stop her- He nodded absently, knowing from experience that she wouldn’t elaborate, and
“This has nothing to do with you, Potter, just sod off- he was too tired to argue now. Without a word, he made to stand, hoisting her into
“It does have something to do with me. Look, I may not completely like it, but his arms as he did and carefully placing her down away from the glass puddle with
I know you are a part of Hermione’s life now, and you need to acknowledge me as little care to his own shredded feet. She helped him remove the shards from his
a part of her life too. She’s family to me, like a sister- ankles, heels, and soles, and then healed the scattered puncture wounds with a few
“I am fully aware of your bloody relationship,” Draco interrupted. “What the swishes of Bellatrix’s wand, all in silence, like there was nothing left to say.
hell is your point?” “I meant what I said,” he muttered after all the glass and blood had vanished
“My point is I know her, and I know that if you try to stop her, she will resent from the room. “That I love you.”
you for it,” he said, quietly enough for only them to hear. “Hermione won’t be “I know,” she said. “I love you, and I want you to know that I... I am so proud of you-
talked out of anything. When she sets her mind to something, she does it. Don’t try “I don’t need you to be proud of me, Granger,” he stopped her. “Just come home.”
to change it, because it’s what makes her brilliant, and it’s who she is.” “I will,” she agreed, as if she could promise or predict such a thing, but then they
Draco kept the muscles of his face stiff, trying not to appear effected. “Are you done?” both knew she couldn’t, and that somehow made it okay. “Draco, you can’t tell
“Yes.” Tonks or Remus-
“Good. Then piss off.” “I won’t.” Another promise. The first he could remember making. “I won’t
say anything.”
★★★ She forced a smile of gratitude and raked her finger through her hair. “We
should go to bed.”
Hermione fidgeted nervously after she’d cast the Muffliato, wringing her hands She reached for his hand, but he avoided her touch, heading up to their bed-
and knotting her fingers as Draco marched back into the kitchen with a scowl still room without a glance behind to check if she was even following. She was of course,
scrunching up his features. She could practically feel the anger radiating off him, yet even as they entered the room and began to undress for bed, he didn’t look at
striking her in waves, and she resisted the urge to nibble her lip. He took one, two, her, didn’t speak.
three steps towards her, his eyes never falling from hers, and burning he was that It was only when they were in bed that he seemed to acknowledge her, snaking
livid. But she refused to seem swayed, keeping her expression steady and deciding his arms around her waist so tight that he knew he must be hurting her a little, but
she would tackle this like any other challenge; with a calm and logical mind. she didn’t protest. Didn’t resist. He kissed the spot between her eyebrows while she
“Draco- kissed jaw, locking his arms around her like a cage and trying very hard to not to
“Are you planning to leave?” he questioned, dragging out each word. “Well? succumb to the persistent pull of sleep.
Are you? Come on, Granger, you said we’d talk!” But he did, and when he woke in the morning, his arms were cold and empty,
“Listen, it’s not that simple- and he knew she was gone. Again.
“Yes or no, Granger?”

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shoulders trembling though, like his body was trying to manage, and her absent She gave in and chewed her lip. “Yes, we are.”
gaze dropped down to the straining veins sticking out of his arms, and then to his The dark and damaged shadow that swept across his face might’ve almost been
death-white knuckles. He was breathing heavily; she could hear him sucking in each beautiful if it wasn’t so heartbreaking, and she didn’t know if she wanted to reach
harsh breath between his gritted teeth, and when he swallowed, it was more of a out and hold him or turn away so she wouldn’t have to see it. She held her ground
stifled choking sound, like the noise a near-death animal would make, and it tore and waited for him to react, ignoring the spike of guilt that pierced her heart. This
right through her. is exactly what she’d hoped to avoid.
All his energy seemed to gush out of him, and he sank down to the floor, crum- “How the fuck could you lie to me?” he asked.
bling, exhausted, and deflated. Hermione was moving then, oblivious to the glass “I didn’t lie, I just didn’t tell-
shards stabbing at the soles of her feet before she knelt down in front of him and “Don’t you dare try to pull that childish shit! You lied to me, plain and simple!
tried to hold his face in her hands. He yanked his head away but she persisted, What the hell is wrong with you?”
clutching his face firmly enough that she thought his sharp cheekbones might slit “Draco, I just couldn’t-
her thumbs. Bringing her face close to his, she sought his eyes, frowning when she “What’s the plan then?” he cut her off again, scoffing at her confused frown.
realised they were pink, his lashes damp, lips tight, and his jaw clenched so much “Oh, come on, Granger, we both know you always have a plan for everything! You
she worried he might chip his teeth. expect me to believe that you’re just going to wing it?”
“I know,” she told him gently. “I know you do, and I love you- “I don’t think I can-
“Then don’t go- “TELL ME WHAT IT IS!”
“Draco, please.” She dropped her forehead against his and felt his brow wrinkle She winced at the vibrating volume of his voice and then sighed, pursing her
against hers. “Enough now.” lips with thought. Of course she had a plan, she was Hermione Granger, but she’d
He shook his head vehemently. “Why you?” never anticipated having to reveal it to him, and the thought of doing so was oddly
She sighed and pushed her fingers into his hair, stroking the too-blond strands daunting. She considered refusing, but judging by the way his nails were digging
of his fringe away from his face. “Do you ever think about a future for us?” she into his palms, he was prepared to chip away at her reluctance for hours. And she
asked. “I do, and I don’t want us to have to hide. To run.” didn’t have hours.
“I would rather run with you than walk alone,” he said. “Okay,” she mumbled, gathering some poise. “Yes, we have a plan.”
“I’m sorry,” she frowned. “But it’s not an option for me. I want more than that, Draco’s nostrils flared. “Tell me.”
and I believe we can win. I believe that Harry can do this, and I need to help him. I “When we were at Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix hinted that she might have a
need to do this. It’s just...who I am.” Horcrux in her vault at Gringotts,” she explained, and she was surprised how de-
Draco grinded his teeth as Blaise’s voice invaded his head again. tached she sounded. Her tone was composed and stern, like she was conducting a
Trying stop her would be like asking her not to...be her. lecture in very McGonagall-like manner. “I found one of Bellatrix’s hairs on my
He sucked down a long and quivering breath into lungs, inflating his chest so clothes, and I intend to use Polyjuice to impersonate her to gain access to her vault
much that it pressed into hers, and Hermione swore she could feel his heartbeat, so Harry, Ron, and I can examine its contents, and hopefully find a Horcrux.”
and it felt slower than it should. He looked away from her again, staring at a shard She hadn’t realised she’d been running out of breath until the last word had
of glass poking out of her knee, and he plucked it away like a delicate petal. And tripped past her lips. She watched Draco intently as his face went from shocked to
then another one in her calf. And another. And another. And she thought it was so outraged, his brow furrowing and his mouth slightly agape, like he barely recog-
typical of them, shivering on a carpet of crushed glass, bleeding and mumbling con- nised her, or couldn’t comprehend what she’d said.
fessions of fears and love. “Have you gone completely insane?” he spat incredulously. “First of all, the
“If Bellatrix’s vault is anything like my mother’s, there’ll be a high shelf at the Goblins will see straight past-
back where the most valuable items are stored,” he said so quickly that she barely “Griphook has agreed to help us with that.”
caught it. “If the Horcrux is anywhere, it will be there.” “You’re trusting a Goblin? Do you have any idea how sly-
She gasped, eyes round with surprise and hope. “You’re okay with it?” “We have made a deal with him,” she stated confidently. “We have insurance-
“Of course not,” he scoffed. “I fucking hate everything about it.” “And there is no way in hell that you will be able to mimic Bellatrix-
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 “And there will be Death Eaters at Gringotts- the second time when they brought you back here and I thought you were dead!”
“We will be able to handle it- He was still loud, his voice booming around the kitchen tiles, and there was a
“Well, if it’s such a fool-proof plan, then why can’t I- desperate and broken hum at the back of his throat that was devastating. But his
“Adding another person to the plan now would be too complicated. Plus, you eyes, Sweet Merlin, his eyes were what ruined her. He could barely look at her, but
might be recognised- she saw the torment swarming in them, the ache, and it struck her speechless.
“STOP IT!” he yelled furiously. “Just stop! Stop fucking acting like this is sane! “Twice,” he repeated quietly. “And I refuse to do it again.” He paused and shook
You will get yourself killed!” his head. “I can’t.”
She slumped her shoulders. “Draco, this is the only way.” Hermione licked her dry lips. “Draco, this is hard for me too, you know.”
His arm shot out like a whip, backhanding a few glasses off the table, and they “Is it?” he hissed, and the anger returned to his face so quickly. “It was easy
shattered at his feet. “BULLSHIT! Why do you have to do this? Why not just tell enough for you to fucking lie to me.”
the Order and let them handle it? Why do you have to play the sodding hero?” “Easy?” she echoed, the offence rich in her voice. “You think this is easy for me?”
“Because they won’t find the Horcruxes. Only Harry can find them.” “Well, you’re certainly handling like it a pro-
“What the hell are you on about?” “SHUT UP!” she barked, and she thought he might’ve flinched slightly. “How
“Remember I told you about Harry’s dreams?” she said, looking down at the pud- dare you assume this is easy for me! You think it was easy to Petrify you and send
dle of glass. “They’re more than that. Harry is somehow...connected to You-Know- you away? You think it was easy to send you somewhere and not know if I would
Who’s mind. He sees things, and he can sense things, including the Horcruxes.” see you again?”
Draco hesitated, raking his trembling fingers through his hair. “Right, then you “Well, it wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience for me-
know what? Let Potter do it by himself.” “Let me finish!” She slapped the flats of her palms down on the table with the
“You know I can’t do that.” last syllable. “You saw how difficult that was for me! It broke my heart to have to
“Why not?” he demanded. “This is his fucking war, let him deal with it- do that, and I refuse to do that again! Do you understand that? Do you have any
“This is as much my war as it is Harry’s!” she shouted, pointing a finger at her idea how hard it is to tell a statue that you love them, and then just send them away
own chest. “Muggle-born, remember?” without having any idea how they feel about you? That broke me down!”
“That’s not- Draco was studying her closely from the other side of the room, watching her
“And it’s your war too! And your Mother’s, and your Father’s! And Tonks, and chest heave and her hands shake with emotion. He wondered why they were still so
Remus, and Blaise, and Theo, and Luna, and everyone else that we bloody know!” far apart. “You didn’t have to Petrify me,” he said slowly. “That was your choice.”
She was panting by the end of her fiery rant. “And don’t you even think for a mo- “That was the choice you drove me to!” she yelled, and she could feel her eyes
ment that I will just sit at the sideline and observe- beginning to sting as she tried to smother a frustrated whine with the back of her
“If it’s my war too, then I see no reason why I’m not invited along to your fuck- hand. “I won’t do that again. I won’t. That was... horrible, and I knew you’d try to
ing suicide attempt!” stop me again, and I... saying goodbye just doesn’t work for us.”
“No,” she groaned tiredly. “I’ve told you! Adding another person to the plan “So what, you were just going to disappear?” he asked.
now would be far too dangerous, and someone could easily identify you! Not to “No, of course not. I was going to leave you a note.”
mention that you don’t get along with Harry and Ron, and that could cause all sorts “Oh, a note?” he remarked sarcastically. “Excellent! How fucking thoughtful of you!”
of problems! You would be a liability and another risk that we can’t afford!” “Dammit, Draco, what else was I supposed to do?” She could taste tears at the
He flung his arms in the air irately, his temper flaring. “You always have to have corners of her mouth. “I can’t win, can I? What can I do?”
an answer to everything, don’t you? If I’m not going, then you’re not going.” “Stay here!”
“YES, I AM!” “NO! When are you going to get it into your head? I. Am. Leaving! And there
“TWICE, HERMIONE!” he blurted, and there was something about the way his is nothing you can do about it! Why can’t you just accept that?”
voice cracked that made her gasp. “FUCKING TWICE!” “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” he blurted heedlessly, his face crumpling up in com-
She blinked at him, her chest going numb as she watched him clench his eyes plete agony, and Hermione fell into an awestruck silence.
tight shut, as if he were in pain. “Twice what? I don’t understand.” He leaned forward and gripped the table, and she thought he might be crying,
“I’ve had to lose you twice! The first time when you Petrified me at Hogwarts, and but he was hunched over and his fringe was shielding his eyes. She could his

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 “Jumpy much?” the possibility of the ancient artifact being a Horcrux, and there it was, and she could
“Well, in case you forgot, You-Know-Who is on his way,” she said, tucking the tell by the intense expression on Harry’s face that he could feel it was a Horcrux.
wand in back in her pocket. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that!” “It’s there!” exclaimed Harry, but as he propelled his body towards it, he
“Sorry, I tried knocking, but you didn’t answer.” knocked into a set of ornaments, then a suit of armour.
“What the hell are you doing in here anyway? This is the girls’ bathroom, Ron.” Within seconds, the floor was a sea of gold and silver, erupting like beautiful,
“Well, that’s it! That’s why I’m here!” he said, suddenly animated. “When you shimmering lava as the carpet of trinkets began to rise above their knees. And be-
said you were going to the bathroom, something clicked in my head. The girls’ yond the vault door, the dragon roared, accompanied by the murmur of approach-
bathroom! The bloody bathroom!” ing voices, and Hermione met Harry’s panicked eyes.
“What the hell are you talking about?” “I need to get up there,” he said desperately. “Hermione, I need-
“The Chamber of Secrets!” he exclaimed. “The Basilisk skeleton must still be “Levicorpus!” she shouted, gritting her teeth as the vault’s contents singed and
down there, and if we get some of its fangs- scorched her skin, trying to keep her focus.
“Then we can use them to destroy the Horcruxes,” she finished, a smile climbing The river of metal rose higher and higher, and the voices outside grew louder
up her cheeks. “Ron, you are a genius!” and louder.
“I know! We can use a broom and be in and out of there in a few minutes.”
“And I can cast a Disillusionment Charm to keep us hidden,” she said, already ★★★
heading for the door. “Come on, let’s go.”
Fortunately, the girls’ bathroom in the Room of Requirement was adjacent to The sound of a glass hitting the floor snapped Draco out of his trance, but he
the exit, and they slipped out before anyone would even notice, descending a claus- turned his head in time to catch the spray of shards skid across the floorboards, and
trophobic staircase until they reached a wall. Ron pushed it open just as Hermione it reminded him of ice skating. It took him a moment or two to realise it was his
finished reciting the Disillusionment Charm, but the moment they stepped into the glass, and that he must’ve been the one to send it tumbling, and he studied the shal-
corridor, they were almost knocked off their feet by small stampede of first year low puddle of crushed crystal by his feet with dead eyes.
Gryffindors, led by a rather flustered-looking Madam Hooch. Behind them was a “You clumsy dick,” grumbled Theo, flicking his wand to clear the mess. “Why
group of fifth year Ravenclaws, and then behind them a group of third year the hell did you do that?”
Slytherins, and Hermione quickly released the spell on Ron and herself, nervous “It was an accident,” he mumbled. “I had a... shiver or something.”
that they would get separated amongst the traffic of Hogwarts students. Blaise tilted his head and exhaled. “We’ve been here for hours, talking about nothing.”
“I guess Harry saw one of the professors and told them You-Know-Who is on “We should know something by now,” said Draco, his tone suddenly impatient.
his way,” mumbled Ron, tugging on her sleeve. “Come on, we need to get to the “Where the fuck has Tonks gone? And Andromeda? And what-
second floor.” “If you’re that concerned, perhaps you should consider telling Tonks where they are-
“Do you think Harry’s alright?” “I’ve told you-
“Of course he is, you know he’s got knack for keeping himself alive. He has the “Do you think you could kill your father?” Theo asked, the words crisp and
nickname ‘The Boy who Lived’, remember?” clear, eerily comfortable on Theo’s tongue.
Allowing Ron to drag her down Hogwarts’ familiar corridors, she listened to After exchanging a puzzled look with Blaise, Draco eyed his other friend warily,
the pandemonium echoing around the castle: the thundering footsteps and fright- noting the completely calm expression on Theo’s features as he casually flicked one
ened shouts, and everything just seemed to blend into an ear-shattering roar that fingernail, like he’d asked them how they take their tea.
caused the very building to quake. “What did you say?”
As they darted past a window, Hermione was momentarily blinded by the “I asked if you think you could kill your father,” he repeated in the same non-
screen of glaring light surrounding the school, and she knew they were Protection chalant manner. “I mean, we’re probably going to have to help the Order, and we’ll
Spells, forming a bright and brilliant shield to defend Hogwarts. be fighting against our parents. If it was necessary, could you? Blaise?”
She knew it had begun. Blaise shifted in his seat, his eyebrows low and his lips pursed in thought. “I
don’t have a father.”
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 “She’s hardly a mother,” he sighed, tapping his chin hesitantly. “I don’t know. across the ground like a battle drum, and beyond the office door he could hear stu-
I... guess it would depend on the circumstances- dents moving along the corridors, their voices alarmed.
“She’s about to kill you, maybe even Lovegood,” Theo supplied quickly. “Could “Minerva is right, Severus,” said Dumbledore’s portrait. “You are a very brave man.”
you do it then?” “Brave or insane, although I am now convinced that they are the same thing.”
“You’ve certainly given this a lot of thought,” remarked Draco. “You must not forget your task, Severus. Harry must know that he is the final
“There’s hardly a busy schedule in this place. Answer the question, Blaise. Could Horcrux, and that Voldemort must kill him, or Voldemort will remain untouchable-
you kill your mother, or not?” “Yes, you made it very clear that Potter must sacrifice himself,” he sneered bit-
“I don’t know,” he said again. “If it was Luna, possibly, but I have no idea. terly. “I will ensure that I inform Potter that he must commit suicide. And again,
There’s something...unnatural about shedding blood that’s effectively your own. I you have my eternal gratitude for leaving me with this responsibility.”
guess it would all come down to instinct, or even impulse.” Dumbledore’s painting frowned. “Have you still not forgiven me?”
Theo seemed to take his time absorbing Blaise’s response, his head cocked “I’ll forgive you if it works, and if we win.”
thoughtfully to the side until he nodded, apparently satisfied. “And you, Draco?”
“I haven’t seen my father in over a year,” he replied. “I don’t...even know what ★★★
he’s like now-
“He’s still a bastard.” Hermione splashed some water on her face, eyeing her reflection in the mirror
Draco tried very hard to be angry at Theo’s comment, and he fired a glare at his and deciding she looked so much younger than she felt. Her limbs ached, her lids
friend, but it was half-hearted, forced, and lazy, because he knew the comment was were heavy, and her heart felt swollen in her chest, like it was ready to burst with
true. It wasn’t as if he’d ever been oblivious to his father’s cruel conduct, on the all the apprehension contained within. She couldn’t decide if she was terrified of
contrary, he’d admired it, relished it even, emulated and thrived off it, proud to be what seemed to be the inevitable now, or eager to reach the finale of the hell they’d
compared to him. But Draco felt so much older now; more grounded and aware of been living in since fourth year; since Voldemort had regenerated.
the balance that relied on his feet and his mind, not his father’s, and it was an oddly Glancing down at her hands , she noticed they were shaking a little, but credited
comforting epiphany. it to adrenaline and the lingering chill. She realised she had a small scratch on her
“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Blaise is right, blood is blood- ring finger, probably from Gringotts she concluded, and a drop of blood fell into
“And bile is bile, and shit is shit, and spit is spit, and sweat is sweat,” Theo listed, the basin; scarlet set against porcelain, and she was momentarily fixated on it.
annunciating each syllable. “It’s all just biology.” Blood is the beginning and the end of everything: birth, death, even love in her
“It’s not that simple- case, and she thought of a different blood-stained bathroom in a different time.
“What if he went for Granger?” he pushed. “And you know he wouldn’t hesitate There. Now your blood’s filthy too!
given the opportunity. What then?” She didn’t know why, but she pinpointed that incident as the turning point for
Draco closed his eyes and tried to calm his temper, feeling the heat of it rise Draco and herself; the catalyst for their relationship. She missed him now more
from his chest into his throat, and it was wedged there, like a stone, choking him, than ever, craved his voice to steady her nerves, but she was glad he wasn’t here.
stopping his breath. He wondered if this would be what it felt like, to raise his wand She was glad he was somewhere safe. Too many of the people she loved were here
and aim it at his father’s chest, if it would make him choke, if he would be able to already, and the rational part of her knew that there would be losses.
breathe. Granger would probably talk him back to sanity anyway, even if his father People were going to die tonight.
did threaten her. That was just how she was, forever seeking the good buried within People she knew.
the darkest hosts, just as she had with him, and the image of her on the backs of lids She was too lost in her thoughts to hear the bathroom door open, or the foot-
helped him breathe again. steps patting against the tile floor behind her, but a flash of movement in the mirror
“I... I don’t know what I’d do,” he confessed, clearing his throat to rid the itch. startled her. Spinning around with a strange mixture of shock and instinct govern-
“I’d do what was necessary.” ing her body, she had Bellatrix’s wand out in a second, aiming it at the intruder with
Theo did as he’d done with Blaise, nodding absently, weighing up the response a surprisingly steady arm.
in his head before deeming it good enough. Then he coolly shrugged his shoulders, “Whoa, Hermione, calm down!” sputtered Ron. “It’s just me!”
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 “Those Protection Charms aren’t going to keep them away for long, Minerva.” “I think I could kill my father,” he stated evenly. “Yeah, I think I could. I think
“I’m aware of that. I have also cast the Piertotum Locomotor to buy some he deserves it. I think I’d be doing the world a favour.” He paused to nod with con-
more time, but I know they’ll penetrate the barriers eventually. We are meeting fidence. “I don’t think I’d feel a shred of guilt either.”
in the Great Hall in fifteen minutes to discuss strategies and ensure the younger Draco couldn’t decide if he should envy Theo for his conviction, or pity him for
ones get out safely.” being so damaged, or even if he should feel completely indifferent because, in real-
Arching an eyebrow, Snape twisted to face her. “Have you come here to ask me ity, Theo had simply voiced the question they’d all been asking themselves for
to delay him?” weeks, and it had been like a needle, incessantly stabbing into their minds.
“No, Severus,” said McGonagall, shaking her head. “I came here to try and con- “Well,” said Theo, his voice upbeat now, and a strained grin on his lips. “That
vince you to abandon your role as a spy, and valorously fight for our side.” was a very morbid and gloomy conversation, wasn’t it?”
“What?” he snapped. “That’s preposterous, Minerva- “You started it,” Draco frowned.
“I can vouch for your innocence and intend to do so in the Great Hall- “Someone had to. And it least it stopped you two whinging about your girl-
“I am more useful to you as a double agent. I can relay information to you and pos- friends for a bit.”
sibly hinder him, and the Death Eaters. To reveal my true loyalties would be foolish- “And you’d prefer we discussed the death of our parents?”
“Severus, we are moments away from a battle. Our side consider you an enemy. “I’d prefer we didn’t discuss either, but it’s all related. Death, love, blood,
What if you are killed or injured by someone on our side? I would never be able to friends, enemies, parents. They’re all synonymous when there’s a war going on,”
live with myself for allowing that to happen, and neither would the person respon- mumbled Theo, hooding his eyes. “Ted once said that wars are like the sea; unpre-
sible once they knew the truth.” dictable and unforgiving, and before you know it everyone’s drowning.”
“Minerva, I am more than capable of defending myself-
“Severus, please,” she said, her voice strained and desperate. “You are my friend ★★★
and I do not want to see you hurt because of a facade you feel you must keep. Fight
for the Order- Hermione surged upwards, her mouth wide open and gasping for air as she
“I am fighting for the Order,” he sighed. “This is what I must do. I never thought broke the lake’s surface. Whipping her head around to ensure the boys were alright,
I would need to tell you to remain logical, Minerva. I am far more valuable as a spy, she checked she had her bag and her wand before she swam for land, struggling to
and you know this.” even manage a doggy-paddle, the heavy dress dragging her down. When her feet
“I ask you to reconsider.” finally found pebbles, she was tempted to stay in the water, finding that it soothed
“I decline,” he replied crisply. “You are wasting your time, which is something you all the burns on her skin from the items in the Lestrange Vault, but Harry was grab-
can’t afford to do. Gather your students, make your plans, and go to the Great Hall.” bing her elbow and helping her stumble onto land before she could protest.
“But, Severus- When she’d caught her breath, she looked to the sky, watching the dragon that
“Go, Minerva,” he insisted.”Go. Now. Prepare for battle while you have some had aided their escape fly over the mountains and out of her sight. “Do you think
time. Don’t waste anymore energy on me. Save it for the fight.” the dragon will be okay?”
Bowing her head in defeat, the wrinkles in McGonagall’s expression became “I’m more worried about us at the moment,” said Harry, flinching as he
so much deeper, creasing up with regret as she pivoted on her heel to leave. Intu- shrugged out of his jumper. “You have anything for these burns?”
ition was telling her to protest, to persevere and convince him to change his mind, “I have Dittany,” she replied, reaching into her bag and handing the vial to him.
but she didn’t have the minutes to spare, and she had a school of underage wiz- “Try not to use so much though. We might need it.”
ards and witches to consider. She hesitated at the door though, turning back to “That sodding Goblin!” hissed Ron. “I knew we couldn’t trust him, that thieving
meet his impassive stare. shit. I can’t believe he just nicked the sword and left us to fend for ourselves!”
“You are the bravest man I know, Severus. I hope everyone else gets to know “We escaped with our lives and the Horcrux,” said Harry. “Let’s just be grate-
you as I do, and thank you for what you’ve done.” ful for that-
Snape didn’t respond, waiting until she’d left his sight before he released and “Yes, we have a Horcrux and no way to destroy it. Fucking stellar.”
tired and troubled breath. Looking back to the window, he watched the army of “At least we know how to destroy it though,” offered Hermione. “I’m more con-
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cerned about the fact that You-Know-Who is going to know now that we are I couldn’t get through to her. I tried to contact a few other people too, but no one’s
searching for the Horcruxes. What if he...” answering. Perhaps they’ve all gone to bed. It is quite late.”
She trailed off when she noticed the blank stare in Harry’s eyes, and in a second Draco was as unconvinced as his Aunt looked with that comment, but he didn’t
he was growling in pain, clutching his scar, and falling to his knees. Both she and argue with her. If she didn’t know anything, there was little he could do about it,
Ron were at his side, calling his name as he twitched and writhed, trying to pull him and she appeared so worn down and exhausted as she absently chewed her finger-
out of it, but it was futile. Hermione couldn’t tell if Harry’s turmoil lasted for one nail, evidently fearing that something was amiss. He had that feeling too, like some-
minute or ten, but then his eyes snapped open, darting around wildly, and he swal- thing ominous was polluting the air, and his stomach had been twisted into a tight
lowed heavily before he spoke. knot since the storm had started to rumble above their heads.
“We need to get to Hogwarts.” “Why don’t you three go to bed?” asked Andromeda.
“Not tired,” said Theo simply. “Are Miles, Tracey, and Millicent in bed?”
“No, they’re in the other room playing cribbage.” She paused and tilted her
head, looking to the window as an explosion of lightening lit up the sky. “Perhaps
it’s just going to be one of those nights when nobody can sleep.”

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Feeling uncharacteristically nervous as she muttered the password to the gar-

goyle, Minerva McGonagall rushed inside the Head’s Office, her heart pounding
wildly in her chest as she ascended the staircase. So much to do, so little time. Scan-
ning the room, she found Snape with his back to her, his eerie silhouette set against
the largest, grandest window in the room, seemingly oblivious to her interruption.
The white-blue glow from the Protection Charms Flitwick had cast just moments
ago illuminated the room, and Minerva stepped into Snape’s shadow to save her
eyes from the garish light.
“Severus-
“Potter’s here,” he muttered, still facing the window.
“How did you know?”
“My Mark burned. You-Know-Who will be on his way. I’m assuming that’s why
you’ve shielded Hogwarts?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “And according to Mr. Potter, he is already close.”
Slowly, he finally tilted his head, regarding McGonagall with confusion over his
shoulder. “You’ve seen Potter?”
“Yes, I ran into him and Miss Lovegood in Ravenclaw Tower. Alecto was the
one who summoned He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.”
“And where are the Carrow twins now?”
“Both stunned and bound. They are not a problem.”
Snape’s lips twitched. “And Potter?”
“He said he was searching for something on Dumbledore’s orders,” she explained,
clearing the scratch in her throat. “Severus, I have ordered all the Heads of Houses to
gather the children and other professors. The younger children are going to be evac-
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think that this willing group, the majority of which were teenagers, would be the
ones to fight Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Bizarre and sad.
“Remus, do you honestly believe that we are ready for this?”
He hesitated, his brow wrinkling with thought. “I believe that people can make
themselves ready for anything when the occasion calls for it. You are not a naive
bunch of kids, and you’re all of age. You’ve seen the birth of this War with your
own eyes. Why shouldn’t you see it end?”
Forcing a smile she doubted looked sincere, Hermione didn’t respond because
she didn’t know how to, so she excused herself and meandered through the crowd
for several minutes, chatting with Padma and Parvati for a little while until she
caught Ron’s eyes on the side of the room. He waved her over, tearing himself
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away from Molly’s protective presence and meeting her in a quieter spot at the
fringes of the crowd.
“I was thinking maybe we should try and figure out how we’re going to destroy
that Horcrux,” he said. “This whole battle they’re planning will be pointless if we
don’t think of something.”
“I know,” she sighed, raking her hands through her hair. “I need to go to the
bathroom. I’ll be back in a minute and we’ll try to think of something.”
HERMIONE TOYED WITH A LOOSE THREAD ON HER JUMPER, PULLING
★★★ it tight until there was a temporary dent slicing into her index finger; she frowned,
lifting her eyes back to Harry.
Draco massaged the bridge of his nose as the beginnings of a dull headache “Right, explain one more time what you saw, Harry. Slowly.”
started to pound against the backs of his eyes. “I told you!” he said, evidently exasperated. “You-Know-Who killed the gob-
Theo was just a few moves away from his second defeat of the evening, with his lins for letting us escape from Gringotts, all of them! Including Griphook! And
king trapped in a corner of the board and ambushed by Blaise’s queen, bishop, and he knows we have Helga’s Cup. He’s anxious and panicky now, because he sus-
castle. Draco guessed he should be grateful that this match had been substantially pects we know about the Horcruxes.”
shorter, barely an hour actually, but staring at the black and white squares was be- “Well that’s not good,” mumbled Ron.
ginning to make him feel sick. He watched Blaise intently as he pushed his castle “No, but I could hear his thoughts, and I know that he’s keeping a Horcrux in
forward, letting go of a jaded sigh as he leaned back in his chair. Hogwarts. I heard it. And he’s going to head there, so we need to get there before
“Checkmate.” he has a chance to move it.”
“Thank Merlin,” said Draco. “But, Harry, we don’t even know what we’re looking for,” said Hermione, “Or
“Balls,” murmured Theo, scratching the back of his head. “Best of five?” where to even start looking. Hogwarts is a big place, and it probably has hundreds
“Fuck off,” spat Blaise, and the moment the words left his mouth, Andromeda of hiding places we don’t know about.”
stepped into the room, and Blaise looked like a sheepish child who’d been caught “But we have the map.”
with red hands. “Sorry, ‘Dromeda.” “But not everything shows up on the map, like the Room or Requirement-
“It’s alright,” she smiled at him. “I’m not that much of a prude, Blaise.” “But most of it does. And we know that the Horcrux must be linked to Rowena
“That’s not fair,” said Theo. “You always have a go at me when I swear.” Ravenclaw somehow. Dumbledore said last year that he believed the Horcruxes would
“That’s because every other word you use is a swear word, Theo.” be connected to the Founders, so this one must have something to do with Ravenclaw-
“Have you heard anything else about Granger?” Draco asked, trying not to ap- “But we don’t-
pear too eager. “Does anyone know where she is?” “And, You-Know-Who revealed that Nagini is a Horcrux, and if he’s heading
“No, sorry,” she replied, joining them at the table. “I tried to contact Tonks but to Hogwarts with her, then that’s two Horcruxes in the same place.”

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 “Two birds, one stone,” said Ron. “But how do we destroy them without the sword?” “Do you think he’ll find it?” he asked.
“I don’t know yet, but at least if we get them, we can figure that out later- “I don’t know,” she murmured. “He can sense them. Maybe it will lead him to itself.”
“Harry, wait,” sighed Hermione. “Do you realise how difficult it’s going to be to “Yeah, but even if he does find it, we can’t exactly do much. Thanks to that
get to Hogwarts? We might be able to get into Hogsmeade with the Invisibility bloody goblin-
Cloak, but Hogwarts is practically impenetrable. They have Death Eaters and De- “Don’t speak ill of the dead please, Ron-
mentors everywhere- “Well, it’s true!”
“We’ll figure something out; see how bad it really is when we get to She was about to suggest that they take a seat and brainstorm some ideas, but
Hogsmeade,” he hushed her. “Once he realises the ring and the locket are gone, the tunnel’s door was being flung open again, and Hermione’s jaw dropped as per-
he’ll be heading to Hogwarts. We don’t have time for hesitation, Hermione.” son after person emerged. Remus, Moody, Shacklebolt, Molly, Arthur, Fleur, Bill,
Her frown deepened as Harry tugged her bag out of her hand and pulled out Percy, Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet; all of them came,
the cloak. She knew he was right, of course, that they didn’t have time to linger on pouring into the room, much to the delight of Dumbledore’s Army, who cheered
the edge of idleness, but the abruptness of it all left her feeling uneasy. She was and greeted the new recruits heartily.
hardly spontaneous at the best of times, and she wondered if Harry’s eagerness “Bloody hell,” mumbled Ron. “Who the hell called the Calvary?”
might be clouding his judgement and his ability to remain rational. “I did!” said Neville. “Figured we’d need all the help we could get.”
“This doesn’t sit right with me,” she whispered to Ron. “We are not properly prepared.” Hermione watched Ron leave her side to address his family, and she smiled at
“Yeah but bugger it,” he replied. “I doubt all the planning in the world could the cluster of redheads, listening as Molly launched into a loud rant at Ginny about
prepare us for this. Even your kind of planning.” taking part in any of this when she wasn’t of age. As she glanced around the room,
“Perhaps you’re right, but I just feel like...this is it. I feel like- she realised someone was missing, and she made her way towards Remus, holding
“Guys, come on!” called Harry, holding up the cloak for them to slip under. “We back for a moment when she heard that he, Shacklebolt, and Moody were discuss-
need to get going!” ing battle strategies.
The words died on her tongue as Ron gave her an innocent shrug and left her “...if he does, we should head for the tallest towers,” said Remus. “We’ll have the
side, joining Harry beneath the cloak. Smothering the urge to protest or insist that best view and a good vantage point from up there.”
they should take some time to prepare, she headed toward her two companions “Not like you to say something bright, Lupin,” grunted Moody. “We need to
with heavy ankles, dragging her heels in the mud. If Harry noticed her reluctance, speak to McGonagall and the other Professors-
he didn’t say anything, but as they linked their hands to Apparate, he gave hers a “Not until Harry gets back. We need to know what he’s doing.”
gentle, reassuring squeeze. Moody rolled his good eye. “Fine, we’ll just sit around here and twiddle our thumbs-
And with the sound of a whip snapping the air, they were gone. “Yes, we will,” said Remus in an assertive tone. “Patience isn’t a virtue, it’s a
necessity for victory.”
★★★ “Yeah, yeah,” Moody dismissed him, hobbling away from their small group.
“I’m going to talk the kids about what’s been going on here. Probably get some
“Check.” more sense out of them.”
Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Blaise and Theo’s chess match had been “Remus,” called Hermione, making herself known. “Why isn’t Tonks here?”
in play for almost two hours, and this was the fifth time Blaise had cornered Theo’s “Hello, Hermione,” he smiled, waiting until Shacklebolt had excused himself be-
king. Theo had never been particularly skilled at the game, but his inadequacy today fore he spoke again. “She’s at a safe-house with the baby. I asked her to head home.”
was irritating Draco to no end, although he acknowledged that he’d hardly been in “It’s not like her to miss something like this.”
the best of moods anyway. Perhaps that was why he was focussing all his attention “It took a lot of convincing. Someone needs to keep an eye on Teddy, and I’d
on their game, directing all his frustration at Theo, distracting himself from rather she stayed somewhere safe. Hell, I’d prefer we were all somewhere safe, but
thoughts of Granger and her welfare. it seems it’s time to fight.”
“Shit,” hissed Theo, moving his king. “I don’t know where my game is today.” Hermione absently nodded her head, looking out at their ready band of soldiers,
“You never had a game,” said Draco. “You were always shit at chess. Even taking in the assorted expressions of excitement, trepidation, anxiety, hope, and
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 “I don’t think you can stop them, Harry,” she whispered. “Look at them. They’ve “Hey, I’ve beaten you before.”
been waiting for this. You can’t hope to tame a revolution all by yourself. But you “One time in third year.”
need to ask them about the Horcrux. That is what you need to do right now.” “And you still look fucking bitter about it,” Theo smirked, “Like I shoved the
Sighing and turning back to the crowd, Harry directed his attention to the small king up your arse or something.”
group of Ravenclaws to his side; Cho, Padma, Michael, and Terry. “Look, we’re Blaise shook his head. “Must you always be so crass?”
searching for something. We need it to beat You-Know-Who. We think it has “Yes, it’s part of my charm.”
something to do with Ravenclaw, something signature to her, like the Sword was “Check,” said Blaise again, snaring the King with his Bishop and directing a
signature to Gryffindor. Anyone know what it could be?” bored look at Theo. “Your charm is about as good as your chess playing skills.”
The silence that followed Harry’s question was a loud one, and Hermione could “Well, we all know that’s bullshit,” he replied. “I could’ve charmed the chastity
practically feel his panic building as the four Ravenclaws exchanged uncertain looks belt off Umbridge if I’d wanted to-
with each other. “Theo, what the fuck?” growled Blaise. “Do you think I need those kinds of
“There’s the diadem.” thoughts in my head-
Hermione’s ears pricked up to the sound of Luna’s warm and familiar voice, “I bet it would be a pink chastity belt with a metaphorical cat on it saying ‘Don’t
and her eyes eagerly darted around the room, trying to locate her friend. Dumble- touch my puss-
dore’s Army parted to reveal the sweet blonde perched on a low-hung hammock, “Merlin, Theo, STOP IT!”
hands placed innocently in her lap and a brilliant smile on her lips. Draco caught himself grinning as his two friends bickered back and forth like
“I told you about it, Harry,” she went on. “Ravenclaw’s Diadem- they were fourteen again, before all the chaos had started to settle in. Before Volde-
“Yeah, but it’s lost,” said Cho. “No one’s seen it in- mort had returned. And now he thought about it, they’d been confined before even
“Hush,” hissed Ginny, and Hermione felt the tension fly between the two then, bearing the burden of the hatred their parents had hammered into their heads
witches like hot sparks. “Let Luna finish.” from the moment they could listen. Looking at his friends now, particularly Theo,
“Well, that’s the only thing that was signature to Ravenclaw. I could show you they looked so much...healthier, free and young. Even though they barely had a
what it looks like. There’s a statue of her in the Ravenclaw Common Room and Galleon between the three of them, their girlfriends were AWOL, and there was a
she’s wearing it.” war waiting around the corner, Draco thought that this was the best they’d ever
Hermione frowned as Harry flinched again, his fingers returning to his scar, been as young men.
and then he turned to face her and Ron, his voice quiet and low. “He’s on the move,” Not boys. Men.
he explained. “I want to have a look at this statue with Luna. I know it’s not much And at least Theo seemed to be getting over Ted’s death day by day, wit and
to go on, but maybe I’ll recognise it or something will click if I know what it looks profanity pouring out of his mouth, just as they should be. His temper had sim-
like. Can you stay here and keep the Cup safe?” mered, his cockiness was back, and Draco could honestly look at Blaise and Theo
“Of course,” said Ron. “You should worry about keeping yourself safe, mate.” now and consider them more than casual allies for personal gain. He wouldn’t call
“Yes, Harry, do be careful,” Hermione mumbled. “Stay under the Cloak. Con- them friends as such, if only because they would taunt him for using the word, but
stant vigilance, remember?” he trusted them and felt at ease in their company, even admired them.
“Sure. I’ll be back in a bit. Try to calm these lot down.” “...it’s not my fault you don’t have a sense of humour-
Simply nodding and trying to hide any indication of her misgivings, she “I have a sense of humour, Theo, you’re just not fucking funny-
watched Harry and Luna walk away, guided by Neville to the exit, and then her two “Why must you lie to yourself everyday?”
friends were gone, out into the dark halls of Hogwarts, where Merlin knew how “Would you shut the hell up and just make your move!”
many Death Eaters were patrolling. She heard Ron release a jaded sigh beside her “You two sound more like brothers every day,” remarked Draco, smirking at
and she echoed the gesture, rubbing her eyes with her fingers and trying to shake their offended looks.
off the sudden feeling of exhaustion that washed over her. As the others in the room “Step-brothers,” corrected Theo. “Aside from the obvious fact that I am far too
began to talk amongst themselves, they seemed distorted and blurred to Hermione, good-looking to be related to Blaise by blood, the fact that he has no sense of humour-
like she and Ron were separated from them all, trapped in a tiny bubble that noth- “Bloody hell, Theo, don’t make me come over to your side of the table.”
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 Blaise shot up to his feet. “I’ll show you what I’ll bloody...” begin with, but since the D.A. arrived, it’s expanded and gotten even more impres-
He trailed off when Andromeda entered the room, retaking his seat with a ra- sive. The tunnel to Ab appeared when I was hungry. He’s been providing us with
ther embarrassed expression, not that she appeared to notice. Studying his Aunt food because the room can’t.”
curiously, Draco felt the knot of nerves in his stomach tighten as he took in her “And the Carrows can’t get inside?” asked Ron.
serious features, waiting expectantly as she met his eyes across the room. “Nah,” said Neville calmly. “I kind of learned you had to be more specific with
“I thought you might like to know,” she said carefully, “That they made it out what you want, so I just asked the room to make sure no Carrow supporters could
of Gringotts.” get in. As long as there’s always someone in the room, it’s fine! Oh hey, guys” he
Draco’s eyebrows shot up as a sigh he couldn’t stop rushed out of him. addressed the group again. “They did go to Gringotts!”
“You’re certain?” “No way!” exclaimed Seamus. “What were you doing there?”
“Yes, they got out.” The others all started barking out similar questions, but Hermione zoned out
“Who got out?” asked Theo, and then his eyes widened. “Wait, Granger and the when Harry suddenly lurched forward, his hand flying up to his forehead. She
dipshit duo were in Gringotts?! What the fu- reached for his arm in an attempt to steady him, but in the next second he was fine,
“How do you know?” interrupted Draco, ignoring his companion. standing up straight, but the look of dread on his face was telling.
“You know the Order has their...contacts. Tonks is at a safe-house with The “We need to hurry,” he whispered, so only she and Ron would hear. “He is on
Order, and she passed the information on to me.” his way.”
Draco wondered if Snape had somehow relayed the information to McGona- Behind them, there was a noise, and the door to the passageway swung open,
gall, and it had been passed on to Tonks, then to his Aunt, or if there were more revealing Fred, George, Lee, and Cho.
spies creeping their way around Voldemort’s den. And then he decided he didn’t “What are you lot doing here?” asked Ron.
care. Granger had made it out of her suicide mission with a pulse, and that was all “Good evening to you too, little bro,” grinned Fred. “We’re here for the fight,
he needed and wanted to focus on for the moment. An odd sensation found its way aren’t we? Neville called for us.”
to his chest, something he couldn’t place, and he absently wondered if it might be “The fight?” said Harry. “Now hold on, we’re not here for that.”
hope, but quickly discarded that notion. “Of course you are!” shouted Neville. “Why else would you be here?”
“I need to leave for a little while, there’s a lot going on,” Andromeda continued. “We’re looking for something.”
“Will you boys be alright here?” “What, and then you’re just going to leave?”
“We’re fine,” said Theo quickly, waving her away and waiting until she’d dis- “Well... no, but... this is insane!”
appeared before he turned to Draco with uninhibited interest. “Granger went to “Calm down, Harry,” smiled George. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
fucking Gringotts? As in the Gringotts? The bank that’s currently swarming with “No, you don’t understand...”
Death Eaters?” There was another sound behind them, the tunnel’s door was being pushed
“How many Gringotts do you know?” frowned Blaise. “Although I have to agree opened again, and Harry fell silent. Upon seeing Ginny, Harry’s face brightened,
with Theo. That was ballsy.” and Hermione smiled privately to herself, knowing how long it had been since
“Ballsy?” Theo repeated. “It’s fucking insane. You need to keep your girlfriend away they’d seen each other. But they didn’t have the time for wistful glances, and Her-
from those morons she calls friends, because apparently death wishes are contagious- mione nudged her best friend.
“Andromeda didn’t say where Granger is now,” mumbled Draco, dropping his “Harry,” she whispered. “The Horcrux.”
head. “She doesn’t know where Granger is.” “Oh, right,” he mumbled, a little embarrassed. “But how do I ask them where it
Theo snorted. “Look, she made it out of Gringotts alive, okay. I’m sure she’s is without telling them what it is?”
bloody fine. Quit complaining.” “Just tell them we’re looking for something to do with Ravenclaw. They support
“You know how intelligent and resourceful Granger is, Draco,” Blaise assured you; they won’t force you to explain.”
him. “And the Gryffindors have Irish luck. Again, I hate to agree with Theo, but if “Hermione, I don’t want them to fight.”
anyone will be fine, it will be Hermione Granger.” Biting her bottom lip and shifting her eyes to scan the room, she analysed all
Draco nodded absently, doing his best to remove any hint of concern from his their friends’ eager faces, the way they clutched their wands with excitement and
expression, and if any of it remained, Theo and Blaise didn’t comment. Instead, anticipation, and then she turned back to Harry, offering him a pat on his shoulder.

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his face, “For refusing to do it. They don’t like when you stand up to them. And they returned to their chess match, seemingly deciding it was best to leave him to
then Alecto teaches Muggle Studies, tells everyone they’re vermin, that they’re all untangle his thoughts, and Theo finally moved his king to a safe square.
stupid and feral, and I got this one,” he pointed to another scratch, “For standing “Just out of curiosity,” said Blaise. “Why were they at Gringotts?”
up to her in class.” “I can’t tell you.”
“Bloody hell, Neville,” mumbled Harry. “You should be more careful.” Theo clicked his tongue. “I feel like that’s the bloody motto around here. ‘I can’t
“No, it’s good! It gives everyone hope when people stand up to them. Anyway, tell you’ or ‘It’s a secret,’ might as well be carved into the sodding door.”
me and Ginny started up Dumbledore’s Army again.” “Would you stop complaining?” Blaise snapped. “Just make your move so I can
Hermione flicked her eyes over to Harry, witnessing his features perk up at the beat you already.”
mention of Ginny, and she thought of Draco, safely staying at Tonks’ home away “Don’t get cocky, Blaise-
from the horror that Hogwarts had become, and she was grateful for that. “You’re calling me cocky?”
“It’s been hard,” Neville continued. “Anyone who has relatives who are openly “I believe that was the intention of my last sentence, yes.”
resisting You-Know-Who get a lot of shit. The Death Eaters pretty much want me “Just make your move-
dead now because I’ve been speaking up, so I had to go into hiding. Ginny too. And “I’ll make it when I’m good and ready...”
Lee. And - Oh! Did I mention that Luna and Dean showed up here this morning? Draco barely heard them this time, their voices muffled static in his ears, distant
Just turned up out of the blue! I don’t know where they’ve been- and distorted. His eyes wandered over to the window, and he stared past the reflec-
“They were with us,” explained Hermione. “We’ve been staying at Tonks and tion of himself into the night outside. It had been dark for a couple of hours already
Remus’ house, recovering after what happened at Malfoy Manor.” and he guessed it was around nine in the evening now, but the darkness of the sky
“Yeah, we heard about that. Glad to you see you all look okay, because that sounded- seemed so...permanent and consuming, and he couldn’t look away. There was no
“Wait, you said you had to go into hiding,” said Harry. “But you’re taking us moon, no stars, but somewhere in the distance, a shard of lightning cut through the
to Hogwarts?” vast, black emptiness, and a shiver ran up Draco’s spine.
“Ah, you’ll see,” replied Neville, a cheery grin on his face. “We’re here now anyway.” The air felt hostile and unbalanced tonight, like the electricity of the oncoming
Turning a small corner, they arrived at a door at the end of the tunnel, and Ne- storm was prickling against his skin, and all he could do was silently beg some un-
ville pushed it open, shouting, “Look, guys! I told you they’d come! It’s Harry, Ron, seen greater force that Granger would be fine.
and Hermione!” Then he looked back to Blaise and Theo, thought of Tonks, Andromeda and
Hermione barely managed to jump down into the room she didn’t recognise Teddy, of his parents, of Bletchley, Davis, and Bulstrode, hell, even Lovegood, if only
before she was engulfed by a horde of twenty or more people, all of them hugging for Blaise’s sanity, and begged that obscure greater force that they’d all be fine too.
her, Harry, and Ron, shouting over each other with delight and relief. The Patil
twins wrapped their arms around her, Michael Corner was beaming at her, Terry ★★★
Boot was patting her back, and all she could do was take in their happy, scratched
faces, wondering just what they’d been through in the last couple of months. Hermione felt the ground beneath her feet, and through the cloak’s translucent
“Guys!” shouted Neville over the racket. “Guys! Give them some space!” veil, she could make out the buildings of Hogsmeade; so familiar and yet unfamiliar
Finally able to take in her surroundings, Hermione studied the room, noting now. Zonko’s and Honeydukes appeared to be half-burned down, the windows shat-
the many hammocks, all brightly coloured and strung up like festive bunting. She tered, and the doors ripped off their hinges. She thought of Christmas, when lights,
noticed bookcases bulging with books, tables and chairs scattered around, a wire- candles, and trinkets had adorned the shops, lighting up the street, and now it looked
less in the corner, some brooms resting against the wall, and hung up on the like an abandoned ghost town, save the glow coming from The Three Broomsticks.
wooden walls were the House emblems of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. The moment her eyes settled on the pub, a harsh and high-pitched shriek sliced
But no Slytherin. There was hardly a shimmer of green or silver anywhere. She’d through her, and it didn’t fade; just kept ringing in her ears. The door of the pub
never seen a room like it, and she wondered if they were in Hogwarts at all. burst open, and out poured several Death Eaters, their wands ready, and one was
“Where on Earth are we?” asked Harry. screaming, “Accio Cloak!” before she could really comprehend it. But the Invisibil-
“The Room of Requirement!” supplied Neville. “I did a bit of redecorating. I ity Cloak didn’t move, and she resisted the urge to sigh with relief.
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 “We know you’re here, Potter!” one of them shouted. “No point trying to escape He turned to Harry. “I have no idea what you intend to do once you get inside, but
either! Spread out and find him!” as you said, you’re prepared to die.”
The Death Eaters surged towards them, but they managed to move out of the “I don’t understand,” murmured Hermione, approaching the painting and
way in time, ducking down into a side street, all of them holding their breath as studying it closely. “What...”
flashes of light began to erupt around Hogsmeade. But she trailed off when she saw a movement; a small speck of colour appeared
“We need to get out of here,” whispered Hermione. “There are too many.” at the end of the tunnel and Hermione guessed it was Ariana, growing bigger as she
“You heard him, there’s no escape,” said Harry. “They must’ve set up some returned, but there was someone else at her side. Hermione squinted, trying to dis-
wards or something. They were ready for us- cern who it was.
“Get the Dementors!” a voice called somewhere in the distance. “They’ll find him!” The figure was tall, his clothes ripped and torn, his hair brown, and he walked
Hermione turned to Harry, meeting his panicked eyes with her own, and she with a slight limp towards them; yet there was a bounce in his stride, like he was
desperately reached for his hand, then Ron’s, readying herself to Apparate, but it excited, and it was that more than anything else that made her realise that Ariana’s
didn’t work. The air around them felt heavy with wards, and she began to frantically companion was Neville. The portrait swung open like a door, and Neville practi-
search through her mind and memories for something she could do, but the cold cally fell into the room with his eagerness, a huge grin on his face despite the cuts
crept up on her, and she could see the Dementors heading towards them. Before and bruises marring his skin.
she even realised it, Harry had his wand out, and then a brilliant, white stag was “Harry!” he beamed, pulling Harry into a crushing hug. “I knew you’d come!”
jumping out the tip, and the Dementors dispersed. “Neville?” mumbled Harry once he’d been released. “But...how...?”
“Over there!” one of the Death Eaters shouted; but before Hermione had a mo- Hermione was ready with her own string of questions, but suddenly she was
ment to gather her thoughts, she heard a door open, and light poured into the dark being lifted off the floor, wrapped up in Neville’s strong arms. He dropped her,
space they were hiding in. moving on to greet Ron in a similar fashion, and Hermione frowned at Neville’s
“Potter, get in here!” a harsh whispered ordered. “Head upstairs, keep the Cloak tattered and bloodstained robes. In the better light of the room, the scratches on his
on, and stay silent!” face appeared so much worse, and Hermione shared a worried look with Harry.
Harry was holding her hand again, dragging her and Ron towards the voice. “Neville,” tried Harry again. “What on Earth happened to you?”
Once inside the building, Hermione took in the musty scent and fragile bar, realis- “Huh? Oh, I’m not too bad,” shrugged Neville. “You should see some of the
ing they were in the Hog’s Head Inn, and she followed Harry to a door at the back others. Seamus is pretty bad. Come on, let’s get going.” He turned to climb back
that led to a flight of groaning stairs. Reaching a sitting room with a welcoming inside the tunnel, glancing at Aberforth over his shoulder. “There’s going to be a
fireplace, Hermione let go of the breath she’d been holding, taking a second to study few more coming, Ab. They’ll be Apparating to the bar, okay.”
the large painting of a young and delicate girl smiling pleasantly at them. With Ron’s help, Hermione crawled into the tunnel after Neville, hearing Harry
Shouts from outside caught her attention, and she and Ron kept close to Harry thank Aberforth for saving their lives behind her, and then the four of them began
as he made his way to a window, adjusting the Cloak a little to make sure they were to move down the passageway, guided by the glow of bright lamps.
sufficiently covered before they looked outside. “So, is it true?” asked Neville. “You broke into Gringotts and then escaped on
“I don’t have a stag Patronus, I have a goat Patronus, you idiot! I just showed a dragon?”
you!” yelled a man, who Hermione now realised was the Hog’s Head’s barman, and “It’s true,” said Ron.
the man who had saved them. “I’m not having those Dementors out on my street- “That’s bloody brilliant! But what the hell were you doing there? Have you been
“You broke Curfew!” argued the Death Eater. up to something, to defeat You-Know-Who?”
“If I want to let out my bloody cat, I will!” “Yes, but tell us about Hogwarts, Neville,” said Harry, avoiding his question.
“Your cat set off the Caterwauling Charm?” “What’s been going on?”
“So what? Going to send me to Azkaban, are you? I hope you haven’t pressed “It isn’t really Hogwarts anymore. It’s more like a torture house. The Carrow
your little Dark Marks and summoned him. He’s not going to be happy if you called twins are sadistic. Amycus teaches Defence Against the Dark Arts and makes us use
him here because of my cat.” the Cruciatus Curse on each other.”
“You broke Curfew- “What?” gasped Hermione. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m completely serious. I got this one,” he said, pointing to the largest gash on

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saying, ‘Don’t hurt them. Hurt me instead’. He thought he was back there with you “What are going to do, shut down my pub? And then what would happen to all
and Grindelwald. He thought he was watching Grindelwald hurting you and Ari- your black market potions and trading?”
ana, I know he was. He was never free.” “Don’t threaten me-
Hermione stared at Harry, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. He’d never really “I keep quiet, now bugger off.”
gone into the details of the night Dumbledore had died, and she and Ron had never The Death Eater backed off a little. “Don’t break Curfew again, or we won’t
pushed him for details, knowing it would be too painful for him revisit the memo- be so lenient.”
ries of that night. Then Hermione heard a door slam, footsteps heading towards the sitting room,
Aberforth dropped his eyes to his aged and withered hands, toying with them and in marched the barman. Hermione was struck speechless by his resemblance
in his lap, and looking so sad that Hermione had to look away. “How do you know to Dumbledore. From the striking blue eyes to the beard spread out across his chest,
my brother wasn’t thinking about the greater good instead of you, Potter? How do the similarities were remarkable, and Hermione had read enough texts, including
you know you’re not just a pawn, a casualty of his vision, like my sister was?” Skeeter’s cruel account of Albus Dumbledore’s life, to know that the man before
“No,” said Hermione, shaking her head. “Dumbledore loved Harry.” them was Aberforth Dumbledore.
“Then why didn’t he tell you all to hide? To survive?” “You’re Aberforth,” confirmed Harry, stepping forward. “Thank you so much-
“Because this is bigger than us!” yelled Harry, rising to his feet. “Because this is “You shouldn’t be here,” frowned Aberforth. “You foolish-
War, and you need to think beyond yourself! You might’ve given up, but I will not!” “It’s your eye I’ve been seeing in the mirror.”
“Who said I’ve given up?” Hermione switched her gaze to her best friend, confused about that comment,
“You did! You said the Order’s finished and that You-Know-Who has won- and then she realised that Harry was looking at the mirror on the mantelpiece above
“It’s true!” the fireplace, a corner of it missing, and the missing piece was in Harry’s hand.
“Your brother told me how to defeat You-Know-Who! I will carry on! I will Harry had told her in the days at Tonks’ house how he’d stared into the mirror
continue to fight until he is finished, or I will die trying!” shard while Bellatrix had been torturing her, begging for help, and how he’d seen
“We all will,” said Hermione. an eye staring back at him, and it all came together in her mind.
“Yeah,” nodded Ron beside her. “We’re not giving up.” “You sent Dobby.”
Harry offered them both of smiles gratitude before he turned back to Aberforth, Aberforth nodded. “Where is he?”
who seemed deep in contemplation again, looking so much older than he had just “Dead,” replied Harry, his voice shaking a little. “Bellatrix killed him.”
a few moments ago. “Pity,” he mumbled, yet his face remained stoic. “I quite liked that elf.”
“We need to get into Hogwarts,” Harry repeated. “If you won’t help us, then Behind her, Hermione heard a low grumble coming from Ron’s stomach, and
we’ll do it ourselves, but if you do know a way to help us, I am asking you...no, I am when she turned to face him he had a sheepish look on his face.
begging you to tell us, because we need all the help we can get.” “Sorry,” he muttered. “I’m starving.”
Aberforth released a long and laboured sigh, stroking his beard with his thin She was about to scold him for his timing, but then her stomach sang too, and
fingers for a moment, and Hermione could see the conflict in his bright, blue eyes. she offered their host an apologetic glance.
After what felt like minutes, he slowly got to his feet and approached the painting “There’s food over there,” said Aberforth, pointing to the table in the corner of
of Ariana, looking at the portrait of his sister, and Hermione thought she saw a tear the room. “Help yourselves.”
slide down his cheek. Hermione and Ron slowly made their way towards the table and she picked up
“Okay,” he said to the painting, “You know what to do.” an iced bun, timidly picking at it to appear polite while Ron practically swallowed
Ariana’s naive smile stretched a little, and then she turned and walked away a muffin whole. Harry stayed where he was, his eyes flicking between Aberforth and
down what appeared to be a tunnel painted behind her. Hermione felt her brow the mirror on top of the mantelpiece.
furrow with confusion. “How did you get the mirror?” asked Harry. “It was Sirius’.”
“Ummm,” said Ron. “Where is she- “Bought it from Mundungus a while ago. Albus explained what it was and I’ve
“There’s only one way into the castle,” explained Aberforth. “All the secret pas- been keeping an eye on you. Speaking of which, we need to figure out how to get
sages are blocked, they have Dementors surrounding the walls, patrols inside the you away from here-
school, and you have Snape in charge with the Carrows following his every order.” “What?” snapped Harry. “We’re not leaving. We need to get to Hogwarts.”

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 “Don’t be so bloody stupid, boy,” said Aberforth. “You need to get out of here. arms across his chest. This was so typical of Theo, dodging the final blow, avoiding
Go overseas or something and stay the hell away from- the unavoidable. Even when they’d been kids he’d pushed the boundaries, refusing
“No, I have a job to do! Your brother asked me to do a job and I’m running out of- to give up when he was already beaten, usually earning him a harsh beating from
“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll forget everything my brother ever told his father when there was nowhere left to run. The bad always caught up with Theo
you, and forget any promises you’re keeping to a dead man,” he replied coldly, bit- eventually, even if he was a master at delaying the inevitable.
terly. “My brother had a habit of tainting people’s lives, and the best thing you can Sighing and huffing the hair out of his eyes, Draco turned his attention to the
do is forget him.” window again, and his eyes widened a fraction. “Bloody hell,” he murmured, “That
“Dumbledore loved Harry,” Hermione spoke up, feeling the need to defend him storm picked up quick.”
as she took in his disappointed expression. Beyond the window pane the black clouds thrashed and throbbed, white sparks
“It was the people my brother loved who suffered the most!” he retorted, shoot- of lightening illuminating the sky accompanied by loud, angry growls of thunder
ing his eyes over to the painting of the young girl. “Listen to me, Potter, forget what- that Draco swore made the glass vibrate. In such a short time, the chaos of the storm
ever my brother told you.” had crept up on them. Barely an hour ago it had been miles away, yet now, it almost
“But it’s not just about me, it’s about everyone,” tried Harry. “It could win...we seemed directly above Tonks’ house, hovering above their heads, and Draco felt
need to keep fighting. You have to understand, you’re part of the Order- another shiver tickle its way up his spine.
Aberforth scoffed. “The Order is over. Finished. We’ve already lost.” “Checkmate,” said Blaise.
“That’s not true, we still have a chance, and Dumbledore told me- Draco turned back to their chess match, noting that Theo had finally been de-
“Get someone else to do whatever job my brother left you.” feated, courtesy of Blaise’s black castle.
“It needs to be me!” “Bollocks,” frowned Theo, then he shrugged. “Best out of three?”
Aberforth shook his head with weariness, his gaze falling to the painting again
and lingering there for stretched out moment. Hermione thought she might know ★★★
who the smiling girl was now, but she nibbled her lip nervously, uncertain if it was
appropriate to ask, but the silence in the room became too profound for her to resist. Hermione could feel the tears gathering in her eyes, to the point that it was al-
“Is that Ariana, Mr Dumbledore?” she asked. “Your sister?” most painful, but she refused to let any fall.
His eyes narrowed. “Been reading some Skeeter shit, have we?” For the past seven minutes, she’d listened to Aberforth spill out the tragic details
Hermione felt the heat warm her cheeks and she averted her eyes, idly picking of his sister’s short life: How she’d been attacked by a group of Muggle boys when
at her iced bun, but the need to ask another question forced her to look back at she’d been six, and how it had traumatised her, leaving her magical abilities unstable.
Aberforth. “Were you... were you talking about Ariana when you said that the peo- How her father had attacked that group of boys and then ended up Azkaban, and how
ple your brother loved suffered the most?” her mother, in her desperation to keep her daughter close, kept Ariana hidden away,
His eyes clenched shut and a shadow seemed to pass over his face. When he isolating her from the world. How Ariana had then killed her mother with an acci-
opened his eyes, he was glaring at Harry, his jaw clenched like he was trying to restrain dental magical outburst, and then how she’d been left in the care Dumbledore.
himself. Seating himself in a dusty armchair that look older than him, he propped his And then finally, she’d listened to how a confrontation between Aberforth,
chin against the back of his hand, and let go of a long and burdened breath. Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald had killed Ariana, and during Aberforth’s
“You want to know the truth about my brother, Potter?” he said. “Take a seat.” speech, the resentment he felt towards Albus had been so loud and heartbreaking.
Hermione glanced at Harry, wondering what was going through his head after
★★★ hearing the dark past of the man he had idolised and trusted like a wonderful grand-
father. She would never admit it to Harry, but Aberforth’s account had made her
Blaise moved his bishop. “Check.” doubt her own feelings towards Dumbledore, and she wondered if she should feel
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” muttered Draco. “Theo, that’s the eighth time he’s guilty for that.
checked you. Just give it up.” “Anyway,” whispered Aberforth, “With Ariana gone, Albus was free to-
“Hush,” said Theo. “I’m concentrating.” “He wasn’t free though,” interrupted Harry. “He wasn’t. I know he wasn’t. The
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of smoke, rain, and blood, and the harsh mixture of them found its way to his “Checkmate,” said Andromeda.
tongue, making his mouth dry and his throat scratchy. Even the sounds of the battle “Fucking hell,” muttered Theo. “It is just not my night tonight.”
seemed louder on this level, but he couldn’t decide if it was a trick of Hogwarts’ Draco was about to make another comment about Theo’s poor chess skills, but
acoustics or a trick of his mind. a strange noise diverted his attention, and everyone in the room snapped their
He’d stopped in the corridor to regain his composure and contemplate which heads to the side when the kitchen door swung open. Tonks rushed into the room,
direction to take, but now he felt frozen. Stuck. He absently stared at some ashes clutching Teddy to her chest as he cried his little lungs raw. There was panic carved
floating nearby, fluttering like dying moths caught in a breeze, but Blaise’s voice into Tonks’ features, and her hair had turned an angry shade of red since he’d last
fortunately cut his trance short. seen her, and then Andromeda was on her feet, approaching her daughter with ob-
“Which way?” vious anxiety.
Draco blinked, turning his head from left to right, and then back to the left. “Nymphadora, what is it?”
“This way.” “Mum, I need you to watch Teddy.”
Perhaps he was allowing habit and his memory to guide him. After all, he had “Why?”
spent the majority of sixth year up on this floor, consumed with his task to ready “Remus has gone to Hogwarts with the Order,” she explained quickly. “Harry
the Vanishing Cabinet for the Death Eaters’ invasion of Hogwarts. How things had is there and You-Know-Who is on his way. We’re going to fight. This is it.”
changed. Here he was on the seventh floor, fighting for the opposite side, and some- “Is Granger there?” asked Draco, uncaring if he sounded pathetic this time.
how feeling less frightened now than he had then, despite all this carnage. This War. “And Luna?” added Blaise.
The two Death Eaters saw Draco before he saw them, and he had a split second “Everyone’s there from what I can gather,” she said, carefully settling Teddy in
to think shit before there was a spell charging towards him, the heat of it prickling her mother’s arms. “Remus told me to stay at home with the baby, but I need to go.
his skin by the time he even realised it. The dazzling ball of red light blinded him, I need to get to him, Mum.”
forcing his eyes shut, and he waited for the impact. That knot in Draco’s stomach tightened, and the hammering of his heart quick-
But all he felt was something shove his shoulder, and he heard Blaise call out a ened. This was it. This was the final battle. The deciding fight. If Potter was at Hog-
Protego. He opened his eyes just in time to see the Death Eater’s spell rebound off warts, he knew Granger would be too, and if Voldemort was heading there, then he
the Shield Charm and the heat from it diminished, replaced by Hogwarts’ cold air. would have his army of Death Eaters with him, set for war, ready to kill. He saw all
The icy sensation spreading across his face was oddly comforting, galvanising, the dread and angst he felt mirrored in Tonks’ face, and he understood how she
and it jolted him back into action. Raising Andromeda’s wand, he fired a Stupefy, felt, knew how desperate she was to be with at husband’s side, because that was how
but it was deflected. Beside him, Blaise was also casting spells and he thought he he felt about Granger at that moment.
heard Lovegood recite a few incantations, too. He needed to get to her, and that need made him ache.
Draco thought he heard one of the Death Eaters say, “Isn’t that Malfoy’s kid?” And it wasn’t even exclusively about Granger anymore. He’d be lying if he said
and for some reason the words infuriated him. that she wasn’t the main reason he was so anxious to get to Hogwarts, but there
Rearing back his wand arm, he cast a non-verbal Oppungo and several bricks were other incentives now that encouraged him to act. He wanted to it for himself,
that had littered the floor launched themselves at one of the Death Eaters. One to prove that he was capable; that he could do something right for once in his mis-
scuffed the side of his head and Draco released a yell of exertion as he fired an Im- erable, mistake-ridden life.
pediment Jinx to successfully knock him out. Much to Draco’s quiet surprise, it was And he had so many questions: Why was Granger there? Was she alright? What
Lovegood who immobilized the other one with a well-aimed Petrificus Totalus, and if something happened to her? Would his parents be there? Could the Order really
then Blaise used two Incarcerous spells to bind the fallen men. win this War?
“That was Crabbe’s father,” muttered Blaise, approaching one of the uncon- “I’m sorry, Mum,” said Tonks, kissing Teddy’s forehead, and then her mother’s
scious men and nudging him with his foot. “He’s better with a wand than his son, cheek. “I have to go.”
but I guess that’s not saying much. Nice trick with the bricks, by the way.” “I know you do, love.”
“Come on, let’s go,” said Draco, anxious to continue the search for Ganger. Tonks offered her mother a sad smile, her hair turning a calm shade of brown
“They won’t be out forever.” before she turned to the Slytherin trio, watching them expectantly. “And what about
With Blaise and Lovegood close behind, Draco pressed on, keeping you three?” she asked. “Are you staying here, or are you coming with me? To fight?”

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 Draco didn’t hesitate. He was already getting ready to stand up and join Tonks, “And where did you go before that? When I came back to get the others, you
but Theo beat him to it, shooting up out of his seat in a second, his expression more two weren’t-
severe and earnest than Draco could ever recall. “Merlin! How on Earth did we forget tell you?” She reached into her bag, re-
“I’m coming,” said Theo. “I’m not going to let you Gryffindors have all the fun.” moving a couple of the Basilisk fangs and resting them on the flat of her palm so
Tonks frowned. “I was in Hufflepuff.” Harry could see. “We went to the Chamber of Secrets and got these to destroy the
“Same bloody thing. You lot will probably try to hug the Death Eaters to death. Horcruxes. It was Ron’s idea!”
You need some Slytherins, believe me.” “That’s genius!” exclaimed Harry, grinning at Ron. “Fair play, mate.”
Ignoring his comment, she looked past him to Draco. “And you?” “Don’t you start,” said Ron, prodding at a statue. “If either of you call me a ge-
“Of course I’m fucking coming,” he snapped, getting to his feet. nius again tonight, I’m testing you for Polyjuice.”
The look that stole his cousin’s face almost resembled pride, or maybe she Hermione was about to smile at his comment, but she accidentally bashed her
simply understood his intention to get to Granger, but she didn’t say anything. She elbow into one of the tall stacks of items, and it swayed and creaked forebodingly
flicked her eyes over to Blaise, but he was already up, nodding his head before she for a few seconds before going still again.
could even ask the question. “Come on, let’s just find it,” she said, raising Bellatrix’s wand. “Accio Diadem!”
“And you’re all prepared for this?” asked Tonks. “You’re prepared to fight “Really?” drawled Ron. “Because that spell worked so well on the other Horcruxes?”
against the people you once considered friends? Your family? You’re ready for- Her eyebrows snapped together with irritation. “It was worth a try.”
“Blah, blah, blah,” Theo interrupted. “Yeah, our parents are arseholes, we know “It’s okay, Hermione,” said Harry, leading them deeper into this maze of dis-
that. We know it better than anyone actually. We did live with them.” carded things. “I think I remember where it is anyway.”
“We know what to expect, Tonks,” said Blaise. “Honestly, we know what we’re doing.”
Tonks seemed to consider Theo and Blaise for a second before she turned to ★★★
Draco, studying him intently, and he knew why. His circumstances weren’t as
black and white as his friends’; while Theo and Blaise had been legitimately dis- “No, Draco!” shouted Blaise, tightening his hold on Luna’s small hand. “Not the
owned by their families, he had no clue how his parents felt about him now, or Grand Staircase!”
even how he felt about them now. It was complicated, and he acknowledged that Draco paused in his sprint, scowling at his friend as he came to his side. “But
he was apprehensive about seeing them again, but he’d mentally prepared himself it’s the closest!”
for every conceivable scenario. Getting to Granger was his main priority, and if “It will be hectic.”
his parents, or anyone else, tried to prevent that, then he would deal with it in “Yes,” nodded Luna. “It was quite a mess earlier. Pity really. That was my fa-
whatever manner was necessary. vourite staircase.”
He didn’t say anything, instead giving Tonks a final, firm nod of his head to let Draco absently wondered if Lovegood was oblivious to the gravity of the situa-
her know that he’d made up his mind. Grinning with approval and seemingly sat- tion, but he paid her ridiculous comment no heed, keeping his eyes locked on
isfied with his gesture, she stepped forward to place her hand on his shoulder. Blaise. It really was just easier to ignore her.
“I am very proud of you,” she told him, shifting her attention to Blaise and Theo. “Then how the hell do you suggest we get upstairs?”
“And you two.” “Keep going, we’ll use the South staircase,” said Blaise. “That’s the one I used
“See,” mumbled Theo uncomfortably. “It’s exactly this kind of soppy bullshit and I only came across a few obstacles.”
that proves Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors shouldn’t be allowed near battlefields. Can They carried on, scaling the stairs Blaise had suggested and Draco took them
we fucking go already?” two at a time. He felt like he was soaring now, surging onwards like a runaway train
“Shit, wait,” said Draco. “I don’t have a wand. I haven’t seen it in days, and I with no control, powered by desperation and adrenaline. The intense combination
have no idea where it is- was racing with his blood, streaming through his veins, and he almost felt drunk
“You can have mine.” with it; light-headed and vigorous.
Following the voice, Draco’s eyes landed on his Aunt, who had already removed When they arrived at the seventh floor, Draco thought his senses became
her wand, holding it out for him to take. He’d never really taken much notice of heightened and more sensitive to his environment. The air felt humid up here, like
Andromeda’s wand before, but now he noticed it was approximately thirteen it was thick enough to choke. His nostrils flared to accommodate the invasive scents

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 “Just me,” she said, and then her eyes widened with recollection. “Oh, wait! inches, Vinewood, and with, if he wasn’t mistaken, a Dragon Heartstring core, very
Something weird did happen though. Tonks came through the tunnel- similar to his own. Carefully testing his fingers against the wand, he felt it yield to
“Tonks is here? Remus told me she was staying at home.” his magic instantly, obediently, and he wondered if it was because his wand and
“I guess she changed her mind,” Ginny shrugged. “Anyway, that’s not the weird hers were so alike, or if it was because she trusted him enough that the wand knew
part. The weird part is she came with...” to obey him.
Ginny trailed off when the castle began to quake again, more violently this time, “Thank you, Aunt ‘Dromeda,” he whispered, so only she would hear. “For
like the very foundations of Hogwarts were trembling with fear. Steadying herself everything.”
against the wall, Hermione released a small shriek of surprise and covered her ears He hoped she knew he truly was thankful for everything she had done, because
when an explosion blasted apart the wall at the other end of the corridor, perhaps he would never be able to openly express his gratitude. She had saved his life and
fifty feet away from where they standing. As the spray of stones and rubble scattered kept him alive, sheltered, and fed for the last few moths, and had never asked for
across the floor and the shaking subsided, she urgently tugged Harry’s sleeve, catch- anything in return. And after everything his family had put her through in the past,
ing his eyes and hoping he understood. she had never owed him anything, but had done it all regardless. He knew now that
“Right,” he muttered. “Right, we don’t have enough time. I-I’m sorry, Ginny, but- the Aunt he’d had nothing to do with up until a few months ago was an amazing
“It’s okay,” she sighed, grazing her thumb across his cheek. “Good luck with... woman, and she was family.
whatever it is you’re doing.” “Please be careful,” blurted Andromeda, quiet tears on her cheeks as she re-
Harry hurriedly kissed her lips, and Hermione had the decency to avert her at- garded the others. “All of you, be careful.”
tention, while Ron quietly grumbled Bloody Hell behind her. After guiding Ginny “We’ll be fine, Mum,” said Tonks, pulling her wand out of her pocket. “Okay,
to conceal herself in one of the abandoned niches several yards away, Harry re- boys. Let’s go fight.”
turned to Hermione and Ron and they began the familiar Room of Requirement
routine. After their third pass, the door materialised and they stepped inside.
Once they’d cleared the threshold and the door had closed behind them, all the
bellowing noise and turmoil of the battle dwindled into a jarring silence.
Hermione’s eyes went round as she surveyed the enormous room and its con-
tents, darting from left to right and trying to make sense of it all. The room itself
was a similar size to the Great Hall, but stored between the four walls were towering
stacks of furniture, books, ornaments, and thousands of other obscure items that
she’d never seen in her life.
“This is going to take a while,” she murmured. “Are you sure it’s in here, Harry?”
“Pretty sure,” he nodded. “I spoke to Helena Ravenclaw, and she confirmed that
Riddle spoke to her about the Diadem. Plus, when Luna took me to see the replica
on the statue, I knew I’d seen it before and I’m sure I saw it in here on some bust of
an old guy wearing a wig.”
Hermione frowned, scanning the room for something that sparkled. “It’s almost
too obvious; hiding something in the Room of Hidden Things.”
“I know, but he thought he was the only one who knew how to get in here.”
Ron scoffed. “Bloody arrogant idiot, isn’t he?”
“Hey, how did you know I would be here?” asked Harry, as they slowly began
to meander through the tenuous piles of trinkets.
“We bumped into Luna,” Hermione explained. “She said she’d seen you speaking with
Helena’s ghost and talking about hidden things. She also said you were heading up-
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 Two flights of stairs and three stunned Death Eaters later, Hermione and Ron
charged down the hallway of the seventh floor, almost tripping each other in their haste.
Taking a corner, Hermione squinted against the glare of a wild but small fire in
the corridor, feeling the heat of it tingle her cheeks. She hated seeing Hogwarts like
this; falling, burning, dying. It was like watching her home collapse and crumble,
and it physically pained her to have to witness it. Waving her wand, she extin-
guished the flames, wondering if it was pointless when there were probably hun-
dreds of fires blazing throughout the castle, and she wished she had the time extin-
guish them all.
SNAPE But she didn’t.
There was no time.
She carried on, pushing it to the back of her mind as she and Ron swerved
around another corner and then, there he was.
Thank Merlin, they’d found Harry, and the smile that stretched up her cheeks
felt so wonderfully out of place. She actually laughed with relief.
Harry and Ginny were holding hands, lingering beside the wall that separated
them from the Room of Requirement, their conversation too far away for Hermi-
one to grasp. She watched Harry pause mid-sentence when he spotted her and Ron
NERVOUSLY SHUFFLING HER FEET, HERMIONE WATCHED RON AS HE racing towards him, and she felt a little guilty for interrupting whatever sentimental
stepped forward and yanked out seven fangs from the skeletal remains of the Basi- moment the couple had been sharing. Hermione estimated it had been almost ten
lisk. It was so cold and quiet down here; too quiet, like the silence was surrounding months since they’d last seen each other and Godric knew they deserved some-
her, engulfing her, suffocating her. It was eerily still and isolated in the Chamber, thing. Just a small piece of time to call their own amongst this hell.
and yet somehow Hermione knew that there was chaos swarming above their Just a little whisper of love amongst all the angry noise.
heads, and it only seemed to make the silence worse. Her heart panged for Draco, but she was grateful he wasn’t here. She didn’t
Reaching inside her bag, she removed Helga’s Cup, stroking her fingers over the know if she could do that; if she could bear to run around Hogwarts, constantly
engraving until Ron held out one of the fangs for her to take. fretting about his whereabouts, wondering if he was okay. Wondering if he was
“Come on,” he said, eyeing her expectantly. “You should do this one.” alive. No, she had too much to focus on right now. Duty could so easily become
“I don’t know, Ron...” distorted when love became involved and there were already too many of her loved
“It will be fine,” he assured her, prying the Cup from her hands. He placed it on ones here. Far too many.
the ground at their feet and handed her the fang. “Go on, Hermione.” “Where have you been?” asked Harry once they were close enough. “I’ve been
Frowning as she reluctantly crouched down, she took a deep breath as she tightly looking everywhere for you!”
gripped the fang, raising it above her head before bringing it down to stab the Cup. A “We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” said Ron, turning to his sister. “Gin,
breeze of dark energy rushed up, blowing back her hair, and then the Cup bled a thick, mum told you to stay in the room.”
black fluid, before it seemed to shrivel up like a dead flower. Another gust of wind “She needs to be out of there,” explained Harry. “Just for a little while so we can
seemed to whirl around her, but then it faded, and the room was still again. go in.” He fixed her with a pleading look. “But you stay right here, okay? And when
“That’s it?” she mumbled. “I was expecting...I don’t know, but I was expecting we come out, you go straight back in.”
something bad to happen.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she huffed, “I’m not a child!”
Ron shrugged. “Well, that’s another one down. We should go and find Harry; “Ginny, please-
let him know the Cup has been destroyed and that we have the fangs.” “Yeah, yeah, I’ll go back in when you come out. Bloody hell, you’d think I was nine.”
Nodding, she rose to her feet, wiping her dusty hands on her jeans. “I wonder “Is anybody else in the room?” asked Hermione. “Or were you on your own
what’s going on up there now.” in there?”

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 The shock of Lovegood’s comment made him stutter on his own breath and his ★★★
hand fell to his side. “What?”
“I saw Hermione,” she repeated casually. “About five or ten minutes ago.” Draco growled when Theo almost tripped him up for the third time, catching
“Where?” his ankle with his foot. They had squeezed past the last of the evacuating students
“Fifth floor. She was looking for Harry with Ron. She was heading upstairs.” — escorted by a grumbling Filch and Madam Pince — around five minutes ago,
Had Lovegood not been...well, Lovegood, he might have thanked her, or hugged back at the entrance of the tunnel. Their small party had certainly earned a few
her, or done something as equally bizarre because he was just so relieved. So re- confused looks and whispers, but they’d just kept marching through the tunnel, led
lieved that the throbbing in his hand stopped and his heartbeat was in his ears. Fi- by Tonks, who seemed to grow more panicked with every step.
nally he had something to work with; confirmation that Granger was alive, or at Glancing behind him, Draco’s eyes lingered on Miles and Tracey’s joined hands, and
least had been five or ten minutes ago. But what if — No. He clenched his eyes shut if it was possible, his ache to find Granger intensified, like a physical pull on his chest.
to clear the dark thoughts that came with the final part of the realisation. He didn’t He looked at Blaise and Theo then, who both seemed as anxious as he was to
want to consider that possibility at all. Refused to. He needed to get upstairs. get to the end of this sodding tunnel. He understood Blaise’s eagerness, but Theo’s
Spinning on his heel, he ran out into the corridor without even checking if it reasoning seemed more complicated than that; a mixture of many motives, such as
was safe to do so. vengeance for Ted’s death, the need to confront his father, and even redemption.
“Wait!” called Blaise. “Draco, just wait!” But then maybe they were all here for redemption on some level.
“I need to go!” He kept running. No more hindrances. Finally, he saw a door appear, and he practically shoved Tonks forward, desper-
“Stop!” ate now, and almost light-headed as his breathing accelerated. Tonks pushed the
Draco felt a tug on his midriff where Blaise had snatched the back of his shirt, door open, and Draco was momentarily blinded by the welcoming light as he
jerking him backwards to a sudden halt that very nearly made him fall. Nearly. dropped down into the room, closely followed by the other members of ‘The En-
Swinging his body around, he shoved Blaise with his shoulder, but the tenacious lightened’ as they all paused to absorb their unfamiliar surroundings.
hold on his shirt remained and the urge to punch something — specifically Blaise’s “Where the hell are we?” asked Theo.
sodding face — returned. The blood on his hand felt warmer than before. “The Room of Requirement,” said Tonks. “Quick, look around for the exit.
“Hey, just calm down for a moment,” said Blaise before Draco could even open It’s probably-
his mouth to shout. “You’re being too careless.” “Tonks? Is that you?”
“What the hell do you want?” Draco snapped his eyes to his left, catching a flash of bright, red hair, and then
“We’re going to come with you.” Ginny Weasley slowly meandered her way through the jungle of hammocks, look-
He huffed out an impatient breath. “No, I have been slowed down enough- ing past Tonks and eyeing the group of Slytherins suspiciously.
“Look, it’s better if there’s a group of us. Also, if any of the Order sees you, “Tonks, what’s going on? Why are they here?”
they’re going to question your reasons for being here. If Luna and I come with you, But before she could answer, Voldemort’s voice began to boom and vibrate
she can vouch that your loyalties are with the Order now.” He glanced over his around the room, so crystal clear that Draco would swear he was standing right
shoulder at her, “Can’t you, Luna?” beside him. Tracey screamed somewhere behind him, Blaise lifted his hands to
“Oh, yes,” she nodded absently. “I’d be happy to let anyone know that you’re his ears to try and muffle the sound, and Theo’s eyes darted around the room,
not a Death Eater trying to kill them, Draco.” trying to find the source. Draco simply stood there, listening to every word.
He stared at her with dull eyes, fighting the compulsion to roll them. “Brilliant,” Every syllable.
he mumbled, flicking his attention back to Blaise. “You two will slow me down.” “I know you are preparing to fight. Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me.
“Not as much as a member of the Order will if you run into one,” Blaise rea- I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not
soned. “Be sensible about this, not senseless. You can’t afford to be.” want to spill magical blood...”
A growl rumbled in Draco’s throat, but he threw up his arms in submission.
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“For fuck’s sake, fine!”

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I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you should be re- gasp. Aside from the many Death Eaters duelling with the students and professors,
warded. You have until midnight.” there were Giants hurling rocks and destroying parts of the building, Acromantulas
Hermione could feel her mouth hanging open as she met Ron’s eyes, which were crawling over debris and scattered bodies, suits of armour battling like men.
as wide as hers. Fuck, he needed to find Granger.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “You don’t think anyone would- Gathering himself, he rushed down the corridor, taking the final corner before
“No one’s going to turn Harry in. Even if someone tried, the others would he was outside Binns’ Office. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath, wiping
defend him.” away the sweat-gems on his forehead with his sleeve, but he didn’t have long to rest.
“We need to find him, Ron. We need to hurry.” His head snapped up when he heard the fast slaps of footsteps approaching, and
“Right,” he nodded, grabbing the broom. “Let’s go.” Blaise came barrelling around the corner, dragging a rather flustered and bruised
Lovegood with him.
★★★ “Go, Draco!” shouted Blaise. “Run!”
“What the-
Draco gripped Andromeda’s wand a little tighter as the echoes of Voldemort’s “Death Eaters — lots of them — heading this way,” he panted. “Move!”
final words faded. The silence that followed was heavy and thick; the kind you can The three of them sprinted down the hallway, and Draco could hear the horde
feel on your shoulders, and he turned to his fellow Slytherins waiting for one of of Death Eaters now, catching up to them. They took a left, then another left,
them to break it. It was easy to predict which one would speak first. finding themselves near one of the library doors, but they kept going until Blaise
“Well,” said Theo, “That was fucking unpleasant. I feel like my ears were violated.” tucked himself into a niche yanking Lovegood in with him, and Draco followed.
“Ginny, where is everyone?” asked Tonks, frowning when the youngest Weasley Safely concealed in the hollow, the trio waited, too breathless to speak, their
cautiously glanced at the Slytherins again. “They’re fine, Ginny, they came with me.” chests aching with the effort to remain as quiet as possible. Blaise cautiously
“Yeah, but they’re not exactly trustworthy.” poked his head out, inspecting his surroundings for a moment before he released
“You don’t have to trust them, but you should trust me, and I can assure you a loud and laboured sigh.
they came here to fight. On our side.” “Must’ve lost them,” he breathed, turning to Lovegood and tilting her
That seemed to catch Ginny’s attention, and the look of suspicion slowly melted chin.”You alright?”
away, until she simply seemed intrigued. “I’m fine, thank you,” she replied politely, leaning up on her tip-toes to peck his cheek.
“I don’t really know what’s going on,” she said. “They told me to stay in here “Good. Right, we need to find Miles and the others.”
because I’m underage. Harry came here then went away for a little while to look for “Wait a minute,” said Draco. “I still need to get Granger.”
something, then he came back and told everyone to go to the Great Hall, and that “You didn’t find her?”
the Professors would meet the Order there. But that was about half an hour ago. I “Does it fucking look like I did?” he snapped, incredibly irritated that Blaise had
don’t know what’s going on now.” successfully managed to locate his witch while he remained empty-handed. “I
“What about Luna?” asked Blaise. “Have you seen Luna?” barely left the third floor! Have you seen her anywhere?”
“And Granger?” added Draco. Blaise shook his head. “Sorry, mate.”
“W-what? Luna and Hermione? Why would- “Fuck!”
“Just tell them,” Tonks interrupted, but her tone was soft. “I’m sorry, I don’t Balling his hand into a tight fist, he smashed it into the wall once, twice, feeling
have time to explain everything to you, but just tell them if you’ve seen the girls.” the pain slide up his fingers, across his knuckles, until his whole hand was throb-
“Well...I um...I don’t really know,” Ginny sighed, evidently bewildered by the bing. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to punch it again. He was still high on adren-
situation. “Luna left with Harry the first time and she didn’t come back with him, aline, practically vibrating with it. The combination of his unspent energy and his
so I guess she went to the Great Hall. And Hermione...I don’t know. Hermione and devastating frustration bred in him a volatile desire to just...destroy something.
Ron just kind of disappeared not long after Harry left the first time. I have no idea Whether it was his fist or the wall, something would have to break eventually, and
where they went.” he didn’t really care which. Ignoring the sticky sensation of blood squelching be-
“You know,” said Theo, “On any other day I’d probably make a comment about tween his fingers, he pulled back his fist again.
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 “Shut it,” Draco grumbled. “Tonks, we need to get moving. I need to find-
“Wait a moment,” she said, turning back to Ginny. “Are you sure you don’t
know where Remus is?”
“Well, I thought I heard him and Dad talking about going up to the tall towers,
so they might be in Ravenclaw, Astronomy, or Gryffindor, but I’m not sure. They
were talking quietly.”
“Okay. Thank you, Ginny.”
“How the hell do we get out of here?” asked Draco.
Ginny seemed a little surprised that Draco had spoken to her directly, but she
BLAZE slowly lifted her arm, pointing to a dark corner in the room. “The stairs are back
there, but the door opens to somewhere different every time. I’ll come with you-
“Not a chance,” said Tonks. “If you’ve been told to stay here, that’s what you
should do, and-
“Come on!” snapped Blaise impatiently, heading to the exit. “We need to go!
We’re wasting time!”
Following his friend, Draco grabbed Tonks’ arm, pulling her with him as their
group headed down a narrow and dimly-lit staircase, and he felt suddenly nervous.
His heart was practically bouncing around his chest, but he carried on. Instinct was
“BOLLOCKS.” warning him that beyond the Room of Requirement’s safe walls, Hogwarts was in
After glancing at his watch, Draco quickened his pace. turmoil, and they would be joining it, like sparrows trapped in a hurricane.
Due to his encounters with Pansy and Snape, he now had less than five minutes The fact that Granger was already caught up in it spurred him on. He knew she
to head to Binns’ office and meet Blaise, as planned. He’d barely left the third floor was here somewhere, he just needed to find her, and they could ride out the hurri-
in his hunt for Granger between the various obstacles, and he was half-tempted to cane together.
forgo the detour at Binns’ office, but he wanted to search upstairs anyway, and per- For the second time in the space of ten minutes, they reached a door at the end
haps Blaise had had better luck than him. of a passageway and Blaise warily pushed it open, poking his head to look left, and
Climbing the quiet stairwell to the fourth floor, he managed to avoid two then right. The second the door was cracked open, the noise almost knocked Draco
Death Eaters, ducking inside the niches where the suits of armour had once stood. back a few inches. He could hear people screaming and shouting, fires burning,
On this floor, he could hear familiar voices echoing all around him, travelling up glass smashing, explosions, eruptions, and the castle trembled like an earthquake.
and down the corridors and meshing together in a nonsensical jumble of noise. “We’re on the Third Floor, near the Charms classroom,” explained Blaise. “I
Among the clashing voices he recognised Longbottom’s, Finnegan’s, Professor can’t see anything but it sounds like there’s something going on further down the
Sprout’s, and several others, but it was impossible to distinguish from which di- corridor...Yeah, there’s definitely people fighting down there.”
rection they were coming. “If it’s safe, go,” said Tonks, “Wait outside for us.”
He continued on, passing a couple of students whose names he couldn’t recall, Doing as instructed, Blaise slipped past the door, closely followed by Draco, un-
but they paid him no attention. The further he went, the more distant the voices be- til their small crowd was standing in the hallway, and the door from which they’d
came; but then, this section of Hogwarts had always been quiet, which was why he come had disappeared. Draco’s eyes darted around vigilantly, taking in the shat-
and some of his fellow Slytherins had chosen this spot to gather when they’d needed tered windows and a gaping hole in the wall just a few yards away from them. At
to remain unseen. The corridors here were confusing and dimly lit; it was only from the end of the corridor, the flashing lights of spells displayed twitching shadows.
years of mapping out the route in his head that Draco knew where he was going. They were just around the corner.
The building shook and he lost his balance, stumbling sideways as the sounds “Okay,” said Tonks. “I need to find Remus, and I know you two,” she gestured
of screams pierced the air, possibly from outside or somewhere in the castle. He to Blaise and Draco, “Want to find the girls. We need to split up. There’s no point
glanced out of a window and the carnage in the courtyard made him pause and in us all heading up to the towers. I... feel awful for leaving you though-

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 “Look, you go,” said Blaise. “Do what you need to do and we’ll sort ourselves Although Draco kept his back to him, he somehow knew that Snape’s face
out. It’s fine.” would be contorted in a troubled frown, shrouded in that strange sadness again.
The building shook as a loud blast penetrated Hogwarts somewhere above their As the silence stretched on, Draco assumed that Snape had no intention of re-
heads, perhaps the next floor up, but it was difficult to tell amongst the din. The voices sponding, so he continued to ascend the stairs, but when he reached the seventh
at the other end of the corridor seemed to edge closer, and the shadows grew larger. step, he heard Snape’s low, faint voice follow him.
“Tonks, you should go,” said Draco. “You need to get all the way to the top. Just go.” The words were so bizarre that Draco concluded he couldn’t have heard
Numbly nodding her head, she reached out to place her hand on his shoulder, them correctly.
looking him dead in the eye. “Stay safe, Cousin,” she said quietly. “If you are grateful for anything, be grateful that your Mudblood loves you back.”
“You too,” he replied, and he meant it.
She turned to the others. “All of you, be careful.”
And then she sped off, disappearing down a side corridor, and Draco was sur-
prised to find he felt a genuine level of concern for his only cousin, but another
explosion somewhere to his left severed his thoughts. He looked to Blaise, who was
practically fidgeting to go, and then to Theo, who seemed more alert and nervous
than Draco could ever recall.
“Look,” said Blaise, “I’m going to head off by myself to find Luna-
“Perhaps we should stick together,” reasoned Millicent. “The Order might not
even realise we’re fighting on their side.”
“I can’t ask you lot to find Luna with me. It’s my issue, so I will deal with it.”
“Same here,” said Draco. “I need to get to Granger and I’ll do it alone. There’s
no sense in us sticking together when we have different plans.”
“He’s right,” said Miles. “Okay, well, Tracey, Millicent, Theo, and myself will-
“Hold it,” Theo cut him off. “I have some shit to do too and I’m not dragging
you lot into it.”
“Okay,” Miles continued, “Then us three will head to the Great Hall, maybe try
and find Slughorn and let him know there are some Slytherin allies here. Good luck,
you three. Try and catch up with us when you can.”
“Will do,” Blaise nodded. “Good luck.”
Their three companions removed their wands from their pockets and headed
in the opposite direction to Tonks, towards the North-Western staircase, if Draco
remembered correctly. And then it was just the three of them; their troubled little
Slytherin trio, and they stood there in silence for a moment, their eyes downcast
and their mouths tight. But another explosion in the vicinity cut through the quiet,
and everything started to move again.
“Right,” said Draco, “We could be running around here for ages trying to find
them. Knowing our luck, you’ll find Granger and I’ll find Lovegood, so I reckon we
should meet up in half an hour; see if we can help each other out.”
“Alright,” Blaise nodded. “That makes sense. We should meet in the corridor
outside Binns’ Office, then. It’s about halfway, it’s close to some of the staircases,
and it’s quite well-hidden.”
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while. You know this. So does your mother. Lucius will never swap sides. Accept we?” mumbled Theo. “But you can count me out of that. I won’t need to exchange
that and carry on.” notes with you two.”
Frowning, Draco shook his head. “He’s really that bad?” Blaise narrowed his eyes at his step-brother, scrutinising him intensely, furi-
“Yes. Lucius made his choice a long time ago.” He glared at Draco like he was ously. “And just why the hell are you going off on your own?”
the most foolish person he’d ever encountered. “Did you honestly believe for a “Bloody hell, Mum, calm down.”
second that he would accept your relationship with Miss Granger and fight for “Theo.”
the Order?” “I want to find my father,” he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. “This might
Draco didn’t respond. In all honesty, he’d never been certain what to expect in be the last chance I get to confront the bastard-
regard to his father, but as he’d told Granger, he’d been preparing himself for all “For fuck’s sake,” snarled Blaise. “Are you really that stupid?”
possible outcomes since he’d been staying with Andromeda. His relationship with “Well, it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the human race if I was this attractive
his father had started to deteriorate in Fourth Year, when Voldemort had returned and a genius-
and Lucius’ priorities had become distorted. But still, he felt disappointed, and a “Now is not the time for your sodding jokes, Theo!”
certain level of loss, but then he presumed that Blaise and Theo had experienced “Hey, you pair are wandering off to find your girlfriends!” he protested. “How
similar notions, and they’d learned to live with it, albeit resentfully. is what I’m doing any different?”
“Is that all you wanted to speak to me about?” he asked. “My mother?” “It’s completely different!” shouted Blaise. “You’re going to track down your
“I was also rather curious to find out if what your mother told me about you father to instigate a fight, and he is stronger than you, Theo!”
and Miss Granger was indeed true.” “Bullshit! I am stronger than my father!”
Draco pursed his lips defiantly. “It’s true. So what?” “You should’ve stayed with the group,” said Draco. “They could’ve helped you.
A sadness seemed to swallow Snape’s sharp features, but it was gone before Going after your father is bloody-
Draco could make any sense of it. “Don’t you start, Draco. I know what I’m doing.”
“So, you really have defected then?” he mumbled, closing his eyes for a moment. “No, you don’t!” yelled Blaise, clenching his fists. “Would you just listen to
“And all for the love of a Mudblood.” me this once?”
“Hey!” spat Draco. “Don’t call her that! You have no idea what happened! You “There’s no point trying to talk me out of it, Blaise. Look, you and Draco are
would never understand!” doing what you need to do, and this is what I need to do.”
“I understand more than you could even begin to imagine.” “He will kill you.” Blaise enunciated each word. “You know he will.”
Snape’s voice was quiet and strained, almost desperate, and Draco studied his “He’s right, Theo,” said Draco. “You should-
old professor curiously. He’d never seen the man like this; distracted and hushed, “Stop it,” he frowned, his tone uncharacteristically severe and his expression
like he was lost in a memory, and the room suddenly seemed heavy with unspo- hard. “I’m not fighting with you two when all this shit is going on. I’ve made up my
ken melancholy. mind and that’s the end of it.”
“You and I are not so different,” said Snape quietly. “You want my advice? Find Blaise’s frustrated sigh was drowned out by a crash of shattering glass above
Miss Granger, and get her as far away from here as possible.” their heads, and they all instinctively ducked, shielding their faces with their hands
Draco blinked, uncertain what to say. “She... she wouldn’t come. She wants to fight.” as the shards rained down. The bright, green light of a spell shot into the corridor,
“Then find her, and don’t let her out of your sight, or you’ll regret it until the scorching the wall opposite them, and Draco thought it might have been the Killing
lonely day you die. Do you understand?” Curse, but he wasn’t sure. The sounds of the battle seemed to be edging closer and
“Yes... I think so,” muttered Draco, doubtfully. “Is there anything else, or can I go?” closer to them, and Draco’s heart was pounding again, beating loudly in his ears.
“We both have things we need to do,” said Snape, averting his eyes to the chaotic “Fuck this,” he muttered, brushing the glass out of his hair. “We need to get
room. “Go. If you can, stick to the west side of Hogwarts. It is less damaged.” moving. We’re just easy bait, standing here like this.”
“Right,” he sighed, making his way to the stairs, but he paused on the second Blaise nodded with agreement, lifting his wand and tapping it against his wrist
step. “Snape, I am... grateful that you brought me to Hogwarts. “ until a watch materialised. “Draco, conjure one of these too,” he said. “We’ll need
to keep an eye on the time.”
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when he looked back up, Blaise was storming towards Theo with heavy, purposeful “What the hell-
strides. He roughly grabbed the scruff of Theo’s shirt, pulling him close, and the “Shut up,” hissed Snape. “Unless you’d like them to find you. Go into the office
expression on Blaise’s face reminded Draco of that day he had destroyed an apple and wait there-
tree when Luna had gone missing. He was so furious with concern he was trem- “I have to go-
bling, glaring at Theo with wide eyes and clenched teeth. “You’re not going anywhere just yet. Go to the office. And keep quiet. Now.”
“You be fucking careful,” said Blaise. “Do you understand me?” Smothering a growl that itched his tonsils, Draco pulled himself up and made
“For Merlin’s sake, Blaise, let me go- his way to the back of the classroom, descending a flight of stairs into the DADA
“I mean it, Theo!” he shouted, his voice hoarse. “Please, just be careful, okay?” Professor’s Office. The room was in shambles: parchment scattered all over the fur-
The usual cynicism and wryness carved onto Theo’s face softened, and he slowly niture and floor, the bookcase flipped on its side, and various ornaments littering
nodded his head once. the space. He stood there idly, frustrated that something else was delaying his search
“Okay, I’ll be careful,” he said. “Be careful yourself.” for Granger, and also feeling slightly disturbed after witnessing Pansy’s death, won-
Releasing Theo, Blaise turned to Draco with the same sombre look. “You too, dering if he should be more affected by it than he actually was.
Draco. Be careful, yeah?” He heard footsteps approaching him, and he straightened his spine, tightening
“Of course I will,” he replied. “I’ll see you in half an hour by Binns’ Office. Keep his fist a little tighter around Andromeda’s wand. As always, Snape’s shadow en-
your head down, Blaise.” tered the room first, followed by his usual, sweeping, black robes, and then the man
With a final nod, Blaise turned on his heel and sprinted down the corridor, himself, wearing his familiar mask of scepticism and scorn.
making a sharp right, heading for the Grand Staircase. “Well, well, well,” he said, in his slow, droll tone. “Look at you. You look... different.”
And then they were down to two. “What do you want, Snape?” asked Draco. “I have things to do.”
Blaise had barely been gone for a second before another spell burst into the cor- “I’m sure you do. Unless I’m mistaken, you are here to fight with the Order, correct?”
ridor, colliding with the wall, and Draco and Theo hurled their bodies out of the Hesitantly, Draco nodded his head. “Correct. But how-
way of the flying debris. As the dust cleared and they clambered to their feet, the “Interesting,” he drawled. “And does this sudden change of mind have anything
screams from outside invaded Draco’s ears, amplified by the acoustics of Hogwarts’ to do with one Miss Granger? Or should I say, a change of heart?”
ancient stones. “Wh-How the fuck do you know about Granger and I?”
“Go on,” said Theo suddenly. “Go and be all Gryffindor-y and get your girl.” “Your mother used Legilimency on Miss Granger at Malfoy Manor, and she
“Did you just call me a fucking Gryffindor?” saw you two-
He smirked mischievously, but it was forced. “I did indeed.” “I know that! How do you know that?”
Draco scoffed. “I’m nothing like a bloody Gryffindor.” “She visited me afterwards.”
“Perhaps being all Gryffindor-y might do you some good,” he murmured, his “You’ve spoken to my mother?” he asked, shocked. “Is she alright? Is she here?”
grin falling from his lips. “They do have a knack for surviving situations like this.” Snape’s face became stern. “Your mother is fine, as far as I know. And yes, I
“It’ll be fine,” said Draco firmly. “We will be fine.” believe she is here.”
Another explosion ripped through the air, and Draco could hear a woman “Why did she visit you? What did she want?”
screaming somewhere, although it was impossible to pinpoint from where. The “It would appear you and your mother share more in common than blood and
sound of it just seemed to ricochet around the corridor and then around his skull. hair colour,” he said. “She came to me to ask if she could assist the Order. As a spy.”
His urgency to find Granger returned ten-fold, and he turned to Theo with an apol- “My mother’s helping the Order?” mumbled Draco incredulously. “You’re certain?”
ogetic frown. “Yes, which is what I must tell you. Anything your mother tells you, you must
“Theo, I need to go and find Gra- believe. Don’t doubt her intentions. Do you understand?”
“I’ve told you. Go,” he interrupted. “I’ll see you later.” “Yes, of course,” he nodded, swallowing hard before his next question. “What
Draco sighed, extending his arm until Theo caught on and grasped his hand in about my father, Snape?”
a slow, slightly awkward but necessary handshake. “Lucius is a lost cause,” said Snape bluntly. “Draco, he has been damaged for a
“Good luck.”
“Likewise,” said Theo. “Don’t be an idiot and get yourself killed, alright?”

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 Pansy’s nostrils flared and all the muscles in her body tensed up, twitching an- His jaw twitched. “Stay safe, Theo.”
grily beneath her skin, and all Draco felt for this girl now was disappointment, dis- With that, Draco pulled back his hand, spun around, and broke into a run, dart-
gust, and sympathy. He couldn’t help the latter; Pansy had been present throughout ing like a bullet in the opposite direction to where Blaise had gone, with no real idea
the majority of his childhood. Had it not been for Granger, he could’ve so easily of where he intended to go.
ended up standing beside Pansy, clad in Death Eaters robes and hurling Hexes at And then he was on his own.
Muggle-borns with the same mindless hatred that was flashing in her eyes.
It was sad, but he could tell Pansy was beyond help. It was so obvious. She ★★★
looked so eager to kill, almost excited, and there was nothing he could do.
He realised then that he was just wasting time, and he still had no clue where On the fifth floor, Hermione gritted her teeth when a formidable amount of
Granger was. Shaking his head, he lifted his foot and stamped on Pansy’s wand anger rose up inside of her, like hot steam.
once, and then again, until he heard a telling snap. She and Ron were still hunting for Harry, working their way up Hogwarts’
“It’s a shame, Pansy,” he said, lowering his wand and taking a few steps away floors and asking any Order member they encountered if they’d seen him. During
from her. “You could have been somebody.” their search for their friend, she and Ron had Petrified or Stupefied at least eight
“I am somebody!” she snapped. “Look at you! What the hell are you now? You Death Eaters between them, and Hermione had managed to keep a level head, act-
are a Blood Traitor!” ing calmly and tactically. But when they’d turned a corner and seen Luna being
“And fucking proud of it.” viciously attacked by two Death Eaters, all of Hermione’s control leaked out of her.
“You and your little Mudblood girlfriend will die tonight!” Sprinting ahead, Hermione aimed her wand and shot a non-verbal Stupefy at
He opened his mouth to retort, but several voices travelling up the corridor cut one of the masked Death Eaters, striking him square in the chest. Whipping around
him off, and he could tell by the aggressive and gruff tones that they were Death and deflecting the spell the other Death Eater fired in her direction, she retaliated
Eaters. As Pansy whipped around and called for them to assist her, Draco consid- with a powerful Impediment Jinx that sent him flying backwards to smash into the
ered standing his ground, but there were at least six of them, and he had a task to wall, and then she Petrified him for good measure.
complete. He fired an Incarcerous at Pansy to slow her down, waiting until the “Are you okay, Luna?” she asked, helping the other witch to her feet. “Did
ropes were coiled around her body and she fell to the floor before he turned and they hurt you?”
ran, racing away from the advancing troop of Death Eaters. “Just a couple of scratches,” she shrugged.
He heard one of them call out a spell and then there was an explosion, and “Whoa,” mumbled Ron as he joined them. “That was really impressive, Hermione.”
Draco glanced over his shoulder just in time to see the wall crumble and crash down “It really was,” agreed Luna. “Thank you.”
on Pansy, cutting off her scream. He stopped running. “No problem,” she said. “Luna, have you seen Harry anywhere?”
He was torn. “Yes, I saw him speaking to Helena Ravenclaw’s ghost by the Great Hall,” she
A part of him wanted to head back, maybe try to help, if only because no matter explained in that airy tone of hers. “I thought I heard him talking about hidden
how dark his past had been, she had been a part of it, but those Death Eaters were things, but I’m not sure. And I passed him on the Grand Staircase not long ago, but
getting closer. One of them must’ve mistaken her for a member of the Order. he was heading upstairs.”
The fucking idiots. “Upstairs,” said Hermione, grabbing Ron’s wrist and heading for the staircase. “Right.
They hadn’t spotted him yet. If he shot off now, he could easily evade them, but Come on, Ron. Sorry, Luna, we’re in a rush and we need to get to Harry. Neville and
when he saw a small trickle of Pansy’s blood slither out from beneath the fallen some of the others are on the fourth floor. You should try to get to them. Be careful.”
stones, he hesitated. “I hope you find Harry,” said Luna. “Tell him I said hello.”
But then there was a hand clamping down on his shoulder and dragging him Hermione smiled at Luna over her shoulder as she practically dragged Ron back
backwards, into a room. Whoever had grabbed him tossed him carelessly to the to the stairs, quickening her pace with her desperation to find Harry. She didn’t
side, and his body smacked into a school desk, knocking the wind out of him. When even flinch when she heard an explosion outside; she was getting used to them now,
Draco lifted his head, he realised he was in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class- and she was so focussed that the racket around them seemed blurred and distant.
room, and he looked up to find Snape near the door, waving his wand and mum- “Why on Earth would Harry be heading upstairs?” she questioned, more to her-
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 “I know,” mumbled Ron. “Well, the Room of Requirement is on the seventh “What are you-
floor, I guess, but what- “It was bullshit, Pansy!” he spat harshly. “Everything they told us was bullshit!
“The Room of Requirement,” she repeated pensively. “Unless... hidden things... All of it! Pureblood, Muggle-born; they’re all just labels! Don’t you get it?”
Ron, you are a genius!” “What is wrong with you?” she asked. “Honestly, Draco, stop screwing around-
“I am?” “I have never been more serious in my fucking life!” Taking a breath, Draco
“Yes!” steadied his voice. “Pansy, they can’t have fucked with your head that much. Let me
“You know, that’s the second time you’ve called me a genius tonight,” he said. help you. Just...just listen to me-
“Did you take a blow to the head that I missed?” “No, you listen to me! Voldemort will forgive you if you just go to him now.
“I think I know where he’s going!” she exclaimed, running now. “And I think I You’re still a Pureblood, and everything will be fine-
know where the Horcrux is!” “Everything will not be bloody fine! He’s evil, Pansy! Can’t you see that? Can’t
you see how messed up all of this is? All of this is so wrong!”
★★★ “No, those Mudbloods are wrong and this is the way to exterminate them!”
she barked back. “They shouldn’t be allowed to live among us! Those disgusting,
“Fuck,” hissed Draco under his breath. vile creatures!”
The staircase he’d decided to use was impassable. The tower had been de- Draco saw red and he was all instincts again. He smacked Pansy’s wand out of
stroyed, and he’d barely ascended five stairs before he’d been blocked by a wall of her hand with a fast flick of his wrist, and then the tip of Andromeda’s wand was
stone and debris, evidently from a powerful blast on the upper floor. Sighing as he poking into her neck, prodding at a vein with enough pressure to be painful. He
turned to head back from where he’d come, he jogged down the quiet corridor, but towered over her, glaring her down.
when he turned a corner, he found himself face-to-face with a Death Eater mask. “You watch your fucking mouth,” he sneered. “Don’t talk about them like that-
His instincts took over and he raised Andromeda’s wand, ready to duel, but then “You used talk about them like that all the time. You hated them, remember?
the Death Eater spoke. What changed?”
“Draco?” “I did.”
He faltered, but he kept his wand aimed. “Who are you?” Her scowl hardened. “Well, they’re all going to die. Every last one of them. And
“It’s me,” she said, slowly removing her mask. “Pansy.” if I see any of them, then I-
Draco’s eyes widened as he studied her features. She looked so different, “If you lay a finger on her, I swear, Pansy, I will-
so...dark in her Death Eater robes, and it struck him speechless for a moment. Pansy “Her?”
was pale, thin, and possessed the same cold, cruel expression he’d always associated He exhaled. “Granger.”
with Bellatrix, and it looked so at home on her face. She eyed him with a mixture of Pansy’s eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open like a trapdoor. “Granger? You
suspicion and interest, her upper lip curled back and her pug nose wrinkled with and...no, that’s not possible-
malice. It was so obvious in the way she squared her shoulders and gripped her “Me and Granger,” he clarified, speaking slowly to stress it, and looking her
wand that she didn’t trust him, but that was fine, because he didn’t trust her either. dead in the eye. “And I can assure you that we are very much possible. In fact, we
Not anymore. Not one bit. are definite.”
“Pansy,” he mumbled, scowling at her with distaste. “What the fucking hell She choked on her gasp. “I... no... that’s not...,” she stuttered absently, but then
are you doing?” all the cruelty returned to her expression, and she was snarling up at him like a feral
“What am I doing? What are you doing?” dog. “You... you are sick! Sick!”
“The right thing, for a change.” “No. I was sick. I’m better now,” said Draco, pressing the wand a little harder
Comprehension stole her features. “You’re here fighting for the Order?” against her throat. “And if you touch her, I’ll kill you myself.”
“Yes,” he nodded. “And you’re not.” “You’re not going to kill me now?”
“Of course I’m not!” she shouted. “What the hell happened to you? Did they He lifted his chin and clicked his tongue. “No,” he said. “But don’t think my
brainwash you?” threat is an empty one, Pansy. I’d rip out your throat before I’d let you breathe near
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 “Granger, just come here,” he sighed, exasperated. “I didn’t come to Hogwarts and Andromeda’s wand in his fist, ready for whatever was lurking behind the next cor-
hunt the entire damn castle to find you for an argument. I came here to... Just come here.” ner. And he didn’t have to wait long. Barely two minutes later, there was a loud cry,
Draco thought he saw her mouth curve into a sad, forlorn smile, but she was followed by the sounds of a scuffle and three or four voices quarrelling. Towards
rushing towards him again before he could really pay it any heed. She crashed the end of the corridor, he could make out Percy and Fred Weasley duelling with
into him, flinging her arms back around his neck and desperately smashing her three Death Eaters, and not fairing too well by the looks of things.
lips against his. It was one of those impulsive kisses where your teeth clash upon The younger of the Weasley brothers had a nasty looking gash on his cheek, his
impact, but it’s fine because it’s raw and intense; the realest of kisses. Draco red hair mingling with the blood staining his face, while Percy clumsily fumbled
looped his arm around her, just as he had before, and held her tight against him, with his wand, barely able aim a spell.
anxious to gather her as close as possible lest she decide to slap him again, and he For the second time in a few minutes, Lovegood surprised Draco. She ran ahead
wouldn’t put it past her. a few paces and fired a spell, striking one of the Death Eaters’ backs and sending
“I’m” —kiss — “sorry,” she mumbled. “I am glad you are here, but” — another him into the wall. Draco heard the sound of bones crunching as the man slid down
kiss — “at the same time I’m worried that- the wall, unconscious. Blaise lifted his wand then, catching the second Death Eater
“I know.” with a Stupefy that knocked him out cold, and the final Death Eater was taken out
Kiss. “I love- by Fred with a powerful spell that took him off his feet and flying out of a window.
“I know.” “Stupid — sodding — Death Eaters,” panted Fred, trying to catch his breath.
He softened the pressure of the kiss when the cut on his bottom lip started to “Thanks, Luna. We were...” His voice faded when he realised who she was with and
sting, and he felt her relax a little, exhaling contentedly, moving her hands to hold he narrowed his sour eyes at Blaise and Draco, scrutinising them with distaste.
his face and caress the bruises freckled across his cheekbones. His lips were “What the hell are you doing with these two?”
chapped, his mouth as rough as sandpaper, but he kept kissing her. Needed to keep “Oh,” said Luna innocently. “Blaise is my boyfriend, and Draco is my friend.”
kissing her, and she was just as reluctant to stop, but when he heard a few gasps It took a great deal of control for Draco to keep his mouth shut and remind
somewhere to his left, he frowned and lost the moment. Lovegood that they were far from friends, so he simply clenched his jaw and folded
He pulled away from Hermione with a frustrated growl rumbling deep in his his arms across his chest, chewing the inside of his mouth and conceding that dis-
throat, despising the interruption, but unable to ignore it. Slanting his eyes to the puting her statement would hardly help. He waited for the inevitable questions and
side, he glowered at the prying group of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, including scepticism, and he could hardly blame the two Weasleys for their doubtful expres-
Finnegan and Longbottom, watching and pointing indiscreetly in their direction. sions and cautiously raised wands. If Lovegood had told him that the sky was blue,
He certainly hadn’t forgotten that he was in a room brimming with people that he’d probably question it.
might deem his relationship with Granger unfeasible and gossip-worthy, but he’d “But they’re Death Eaters,” said Percy. “Or at least fighting for them. Didn’t
apparently forgotten to care. Malfoy let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts last year?”
“We have an audience,” said Draco, rolling his eyes. “Your moronic friends are Draco bit his tongue. Hard. Tasted iron.
staring at us, Granger.” “Yeah,” nodded Fred. “Look, Luna, you’re too trusting. I don’t know what
“I don’t care.” they’ve told you, but they’re lying-
“Their ugly faces are putting me off.” “They haven’t told me anything-
She laughed softly; not with amusement but with relief. She doubted he could “Come on, Luna. Get away from them-
comprehend how much it touched her that he was here with her. For her. There “No, Fred,” she tried. “Listen to me-
was something indescribably blissful and terrifying about having someone walk “Luna, don’t be silly now.”
willingly into danger’s path just to stand at your side, and that was essentially what “Hey, don’t talk to her like she’s a child,” Blaise interjected, his tone sharp.
Draco had done. “She’s telling the truth. We’re on your side.”
As she looked at him now, noting all the changes he’d made since that first day “Sure,” scoffed Fred, pointedly aiming his wand at Blaise. “And Voldemort’s
in her room, the pride and love she felt for him was a warm and wonderful sensa- just a misunderstood ballerina who ended up with the wrong crowd.”
tion in her chest. Yes, she wished he was far away from this War, because that’s Draco rolled his eyes. “You said you and your girlfriend would save me time,”
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 “Just give her a minute,” he bit back. “She knows what she’s doing.” completely conflicted, like she was torn between punching him and kissing him.
“Come on, Luna, I’m serious now,” said Fred, extending his hand for her to Apparently she reached a decision.
take. “Come away from them.” She slapped his chest again.
“But I don’t- “Shit,” he hissed. “Stop doing that!”
“They’ve lied to you.” “I asked what the hell you’re doing here!” she demanded furiously. “You’re not
“No, they- supposed to be here!”
“And they can’t be trusted.” “What the fuck is wrong with you? Calm down!”
“They’re on our side. If you would just listen- “You’re supposed to be somewhere safe!” She began to cry then. “I wanted you
“Luna, I won’t tell you again- to be safe! It’s too dangerous here! People are getting hurt and...and killed-
“And I won’t tell you again, Fred Weasley!” she shouted unexpectedly. Com- “I know that!” he yelled. “What, you thought I was just going to wait at home
pletely unexpected because this was Lovegood, and Lovegood did not shout. “Blaise and wonder if you were one of those people? You thought I wouldn’t give a shit?
and Draco have been living in a safehouse for months! They’re not Death Eaters Fuck, Granger, of course I came here!”
and they are here with me! Remus and Tonks can both verify that if you don’t con- “I am not leaving here with you! I am here to fight!”
sider me reliable enough! Hermione, Harry, and Ron can, too!” “I know you’re not going to leave with me! I am not here to ask you to!”
Draco’s eyebrows rose high on his forehead and he eyed the back of Lovegood’s “Then why the hell are you here?” she asked again, roughly swiping away her
blonde head with barely-concealed shock. Never had he heard her raise her voice, tears. “Because I...you can’t be here just for me! You can’t just-
let alone shout, and judging from the looks on the others’ faces (excluding Blaise), “I’m not here just for you!” he blurted, sucking down a calming breath. “Look,
neither had they. Settling his eyes on the Weasley brothers, he studied their con- I’d be lying if I said you weren’t the main reason, but I...” He growled with frustra-
flicted expressions charily, silently willing them to believe her so he could recom- tion. “Do you remember when you told me I’d need to choose a side?”
mence his hunt for Granger. She swallowed heavily and nodded her head once. “Yes, I remember.”
Again, he was being unnecessarily stalled, and the brittle threads of his temper “Well, this is obviously my bloody choice, isn’t it? Evidently all your nagging
were beginning to break, fraying at the seams. paid off, because here I am!” — he scowled accusingly at her but continued his rant
“Luna,” said Fred slowly. Warily. “Are you sure?” — “And I knew damn well before I came here that there was no way I would con-
“Oh, yes. I’m positive,” she replied, her voice back to its customary wistful tone. vince you to leave because you’re that fucking stubborn, but I came anyway!”
“Very much so.” Hermione actually felt all the anger drain out of her body, leaving behind only
“But their parents- wonder. “So you’re... you’re here to fight with the Order?”
“We are not our parents,” Blaise stated stiffly, entwining his fingers with Luna’s. “Don’t take this for something it isn’t because — Granger, don’t look at me like
“So if you’re finished with your interrogation, we’ll be on our way.” that,” he warned. “This isn’t some heroic statement. If you weren’t here, I wouldn’t
“Hold it,” warned Fred. “I’m still not convinced. You might have used the Im- be here, and believe me, I am very tempted to stun you right now and Apparate us
perius Curse on Luna for all I know.” both out of here-
“For fuck’s sake,” Draco snarled through his gritted teeth, taking a few steps “Don’t even think about-
away from the others. “I don’t have time for this. Sod the lot of you.” “But I want Voldemort dead, and I want to see it happen,” he carried on, low-
“Oh, are we going now?” asked Luna, also turning to leave and tugging Blaise ering his voice and looking her dead in the eye. “So yeah, I came to fight, alright?
along. “Yes, we really should keep looking for her.” And I came here to fight with you because you’re...” He hesitated and sighed, grasp-
“Wait!” called Fred. “Who are you looking for?” ing at words, “You’re just it for me. I have other reasons for being here, but you’re
“Hermione,” she replied. “Have you seen her?” the reason. You’re the reason for everything, for fuck’s sake! Do you understand?
Draco slowed his steps a little to listen to his response. Am I making any sense at all?”
“No, but mum asked us to try and find Ron and Lee said Ron was with Hermi- She nibbled her swollen lip. “Yes, but I... I just wanted you to be safe-
one. He saw them up on this floor.” “If you say that one more time, I swear I’ll Stupefy you. What about your safety?
Sighing privately to himself, Draco carried on, relieved that he was apparently What the hell did you think was going through my head?”
on the right track. “But I-

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 ★★★ “We’ll go with you then,” Fred continued. “Might as well if Ron and Hermione
are together. Plus, I still don’t trust these two” — he gestured to the Slytherins —
“...the only family she has left,” Blaise was saying. “You should be the one to tell her- “So we can keep an eye on you this way.”
“I am hardly family, Blaise,” sighed Draco, unable to completely tear his eyes Blaise’s growl was slightly louder than Draco’s.
away from Tonks and Remus. “I’ve known Andromeda for a few months and Slightly.
that’s it.”
“You’re still her nephew.” ★★★
“You know it’s more complicated than that.”
“Yes, but...” Blaise trailed off, his mouth tweaking at one corner with a half- Hermione held the gorgeous headpiece in her hands, gazing thoughtfully at
there grin as he spotted something over Draco’s shoulder. “You might want to look the sparkling sapphire that winked at her when it caught the light. Gently gliding
behind you, mate.” her fingers across the engraving — Wit Beyond Measure is a Man’s Greatest
“What?” Treasure — she couldn’t help but feel a little attached to the item, admiring what
“Just look.” it had once represented.
Narrowing his eyes with confusion, Draco began to twist around, barely man- “Hm,” she mumbled, frowning. “Do you guys realise how important this artefact is?
aging to turn halfway before he had the wind knocked out of him. The body was I remember reading somewhere that this sapphire is one of the largest in the world-
petite, but it slammed into him with such force that he almost lost his balance. Al- “Probably not the best time for a history lesson, Hermione,” muttered Harry.
most. A pair of arms locked around his neck like a noose, so tight that he choked, “And you know, people believe that anyone who wears it will be gifted with wisdom-
and he could feel wet hair pressed against his cheek. Shifting his eyes to the side, he “You have enough wisdom,” remarked Ron. “Come on, let’s just destroy it
couldn’t see the face buried into the sway of his unharmed shoulder, but her and get going.”
drenched, coffee-coloured curls gave her away. She chewed her lip. “Seems a shame to destroy something so beautiful.”
Granger. “It needs to be done.”
She was shaking slightly, her fast puffs of breath tickling his throat, and he could “I know,” she sighed, handing the Diadem to Harry and removing one of the
feel her heartbeat hammering against his chest. Draco was still for a long moment, fangs from her bag for him to take. “Go on then, Harry. You do it.”
static with disbelief, but then his good arm slowly snaked its way around her waist, As her best friend placed the Horcrux on the floor and knelt down beside it,
drawing her closer. Her fingernails stabbed into his back and shoulder blades, but Hermione withdrew Bellatrix’s wand from her pocket, listing various spells in her
the pain was oddly comforting, like it somehow confirmed her presence. Dipping head should anything happen. The Diadem felt different to how Helga’s Cup had
his head with relief, he had exactly one second — one second — to inhale her fa- felt; somehow more sinister and tainted, like the Dark Magic had been beating
miliar scent and thank Merlin for finally gracing him with some good luck, but then against her fingertips when she’d held it.
she was tearing herself away from him. And then she slapped his chest. “Why do you look so fidgety?” asked Ron quietly.
“Ow!” he spat. “What the fuck- “I have a bad feeling about this one,” she said. “I just feel like I should be prepared.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Ron shrugged just as Harry swiftly stabbed the fang into the Diadem, and Her-
Draco stared at her face, noticing first her split lip and the deep, purple bruise mione grimaced as she watched it shatter into four pieces with black, blood-like
by her temple, and he ignored the urge to reach out and rub away the dried blood liquid leaking out of the sapphire. There was a tense second of silence, followed by
on her chin. It was hardly the first time he’d seen her swollen and bleeding but it a gust of howling, screaming wind that rushed upwards from the Diadem, sending
infuriated him anyway; yet it was her expression really stole his attention. Her eyes her and Ron staggering back a few steps and Harry falling flat on his back.
were wide and shiny, glistening with the glaze of tears that had yet to fall, and her “Shit,” spat Ron. “Duck!”
lips were parted, baring clenched teeth; the closest thing to a snarl she could prob- All of the unstable towers of heaped objects rocked and wobbled, and Hermi-
ably manage. one had the breath of a moment to cast a Shield Charm large enough to protect
He listed in his head the emotions he found in her eyes: anger, sadness, awe, the three of them before the first one came tumbling down. And then another
excitement, and at the core was the faintest hint of happiness. With her balled fists fell. And another, until there was a sea of books, ornaments, and everything else
trembling at her sides and her chest heaving with laboured breaths, she looked surrounding their safe, impenetrable dome of magic. Waiting until the sounds of

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raining objects had ceased, she cast a quick spell to clear a path, and the trio ruined courtyard and lingering on the enormous, motionless corpse of a giant.
crawled their way out of the pile. Strewn across the ground were countless bodies, some in Death Eater robes, some
“Okay,” mumbled Ron sheepishly. “You might have had a point about being in school uniforms, and it took everything she had to keep walking. Her knees
prepared.” felt brittle, her legs wobbly, but Harry was marching intently towards the castle
“Yeah,” nodded Harry. “Thanks, Hermione.” and she needed to keep up.
“It’s fine. Can we just get out of this room before something else falls on us please?” She couldn’t quite believe they had been in this very spot perhaps twenty
“Absolutely.” minutes ago. Everything had been so loud and bright then; a constant explosion of
Hermione shoved open the door and yelped when the Headless Hunt stormed noise, light, and heat. Now everything was cold and silent except for the wind, howl-
past, the mouths on their decapitated heads wide and roaring like madness, their ing like the dying, and she shivered with that morose thought.
horses galloping like thunder. As the last of them rushed by and Ron and Harry “It’s so quiet,” said Hermione. “Where is everyone?”
joined her in the corridor, she gaped at the mess. There were more fires now, blaz- “They must be inside,” replied Ron, his voice strained. “Come on, Hermione.”
ing furiously, scorching her skin. A carpet of rubble lined the floor, and the walls She could tell he was studying each body, searching for ginger hair. Harry, on
were broken up with large, yawning holes so big she could make out the stifled glow the other hand, seemed fixated on his feet and the path to the castle, hardly lifting
of the moon behind the clouds outside. his head, and she could practically feel the guilt radiating from him. She considered
“Merlin,” she said. “How long were we in there?” saying something to try and comfort him, but what words could she offer him that
“Apparently a week,” mumbled Ron. “Blimey.” might do anything to alleviate his conscience?
“Shit, where’s Ginny?” Harry blurted , frantically searching the area around As they entered Hogwarts, the distant sounds of voices journeyed down the
them. “I-I asked her to wait right there! Where the hell did she go?” corridor and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, logic had assured her that
“Harry, I’m sure she’s fine- there would be survivors, but hearing them was so reassuring that her heart
“Hermione, look at the state of this place! Anything could have happened to her!” pounded a little slower.
“You know how smart she is,” she assured him, grabbing his face so he’d meet her “The Great Hall, I reckon,” said Ron.
eyes. “Look, we’ve got one Horcrux left. Just one. We’re so close to ending all of this.” The trio followed the voices, their footsteps quickening the closer they got
“But we don’t know where Voldemort is,” said Ron. “Shit, I forgot I can’t say until they were jogging. The doors were wide open, but they stopped before they
his name- could pass the threshold, taking it all in. Hermione didn’t know where to look,
“It doesn’t make a difference anymore,” Harry interrupted. “He’s already here, but she caught herself watching Pomfrey, who was tending to a nasty burn on
and people are probably saying his name every two seconds. But you’re right. We Firenze’s flank and thigh. Ron dashed forward and she tracked him as he joined
don’t know where he is, which means we don’t know where Nagini is.” his family at the far side of the room. She did a quick head count, sighing when
“But you can look inside his head, Harry,” said Hermione, offering him a brief she realised all the Weasleys were accounted for, aside from Charlie, who she
but encouraging smile. “You can do it. Look inside his head.” knew was still in Romania.
Thank Merlin.
★★★ Taking a better look at the chaotic room, she slowly dragged her eyes from the
right side to the left, her heart sinking when he spotted a row of unmoving bodies,
Draco’s muscles tensed when two more Death Eaters came into his line of sight. He laid out neatly like fallen dominos. But then there was a spark of something familiar
recognised the unsightly face of Thicknesse, slightly shielded by the shadow of his hood, just out of focus; a flash of white-blond hair. She honed in on it, on him, knowing
but the other was a stranger with black eyes and crooked teeth. Softening his footfalls but not quite believing, because he couldn’t possibly be here.
and quietening his movements, Draco edged closer with his wand outstretched in- But he was. Even with his back to her, she knew it was Draco.
tending to catch them unawares, but their tagalongs shattered that possibility. “Oh my God,” she whispered to herself, her heart in her throat. “Oh my God.”
“Hey, Perce!” exclaimed Fred, and the Death Eaters’ heads snapped in their She recognised his height, his build, the slant of his shoulders; all of him. She
group’s direction. “Look, it’s your boss!” was frozen — not even daring to breathe — for exactly five seconds, and then she
“Ex-boss,” said Percy, launching a jinx at Thicknesse. was bolting forward, like lightning.
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only when he’d almost reached her that he realised Remus was lying beside her, his were outdone and blacked out on the floor. The nameless Death Eater had gone
complexion also tellingly pallid and his shirt peppered with browning bloodstains. down quickly, courtesy of a swift and precise Petrificus Totalus from Blaise, but the
Draco frowned when he realised their hands were touching; Tonks’ fingers softly Minister had managed to hold his ground for a short while. With five against one,
grazed Remus’ palm, as if intentional, and he absently wondered if someone had Draco had fired a Diffindo and sliced a gash into the man’s face, and then the Wea-
placed their hands like that, or if gravity and fate had gently pulled Tonks’ hand to sley brothers had hammered him with a barrage of Stunning Spells until he’d fallen.
rest against Remus’ so perfectly. So tragically. “I know everyone thinks their boss is an arsehole,” said Fred, wiping the sweat
A couple of paces behind him, Blaise was talking to Trelawney, but he was too from his brow. “But yours really is a massive arsehole, Perce.”
distracted to pick up on what was being said. The emotion that was trapped some- “Agreed.”
where between his throat and his chest was indefinable and completely foreign to Fred nodded, but then he slanted his eyes over to Blaise and Draco, still dubious and
him. It was neither anger nor grief, but more an awareness that something was untrusting. “By the way, just because you helped, it doesn’t mean we believe you now.”
missing and could never be retrieved. It was like there was a hole in him where he’d “Piss off, Weasley,” sneered Draco. “You think I give a shit about-
always assumed there’d been a hole anyway. “Oh, look,” mumbled Lovegood, who was standing a short distance away at the
But then that’s what death is: a puncture in the status quo. junction of another corridor, pointing at something the rest of them couldn’t see.
His relationship with his only cousin had been far from amicable, but she had “There’s Harry, Ron, and Hermione.”
entered his life at a time when everything had been changing for him, and he had What?
become somewhat accustomed to the possibility of her being present in his future. Draco rammed Fred out of his way and ran to where Lovegood was standing,
Not even in a particularly profound way, but certainly...there. And now she following the line of her pointed finger... and fuck. Fuck his flimsy soul, there she
wouldn’t be, and the closest emotion to which he could think to compare what he was. Right there. There with Potter and Weasley, perhaps sixty yards away at the
felt was disappointment. other end of the corridor; too far to make out the familiar specifics of her features
When Blaise came to stand beside Draco, his knuckles were as white as Tonks’ skin. or even what she was wearing. The shape of her was blurry and distorted with the
“She was an Auror,” he muttered. “How could- smoke clouding the air, stinging his eyes, but it was definitely her.
“Bellatrix,” interrupted Blaise. “Trelawney said Bellatrix killed her.” By the time the bedlam in his brain had calmed and the realisation had sunk in,
Draco clenched his eyes shut and sucked in a breath through his gritted teeth. Blaise and the two Weasleys had ambled over to join them, but he didn’t notice.
Now he felt angry. Furious, actually. “I really fucking hate that woman.” Didn’t care. All he saw was her.
“Andromeda’s going to be devastated.” “There he is!” shouted Percy. “Hey, Ron!”
“Fuck.” Draco dashed ahead, channelling all his energy into his legs, his feet barely
Fuck. touching the floor and his arms swinging to propel him forward. Fast, frantic,
His Aunt had barely finished mourning her husband, and now her daughter and unstoppable.
had been slaughtered by her sister. Exactly how much was one person expected to Ten yards closer and he called out her name — “Granger!” —but the echo of it
take before they crumbled? Cracked? And shit, what about Granger? She adored was drowned out when a blast of wind pushed him sideways, compromising his
Tonks like a sister. He suddenly felt helpless, knowing that he couldn’t protect both balance. Gracelessly skidding to a halt, he glanced at the cavernous hole in the wall
Andromeda and Granger from the reality of Tonks’ death, and although he had no to his left, feeling a few raindrops kiss his cheeks. He readied himself to continue
idea why, he felt like it was his responsibility to do so. running, but a sudden flash in his peripheral vision made him hesitate, and he
Pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers, he exhaled heavily, trying to snapped his head to the side.
soothe his racing thoughts. But it was pointless. He was surrounded by death and His eyes went wide but his pupils shrank beneath the glare of it. The spell was
destruction, and it was all he could see, hear, smell, and taste. It was overpowering, one of the largest he’d ever seen, and it was heading straight for them.
consuming, and he didn’t know what to do. He blinked when Fred darted past him, and he instinctively reached out, grab-
bing the collar of his shirt and yanking him backwards, simultaneously lifting An-
★★★ dromeda’s wand.
“Malfoy, what the-
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 The spell hit. Draco’s Shield Charm wasn’t strong enough to neutralise it, but it flinching as the ache intensified with his movement. The pain was the sort that
did protect him and the others from the full force of it...it was so powerful, though. throbbed at steady intervals, travelling from his shoulder all the way down to his
Powerful enough that Draco felt the floor collapse beneath his feet, and then he was fingertips, but it was bearable. Just.
falling. Plummeting. “We should find Slughorn and the others,” suggested Blaise. “They might have
The sound of the explosion was ferociously loud, bashing his eardrums, but he seen Theo. I doubt anyone else would have cared enough to note his presence.”
still heard Granger’s scream. It sliced right through him, like the cold swing of an axe. “Actually, I’d like to speak with Professor Flitwick,” said Lovegood. “Will you
He was vaguely aware of Lovegood reciting a spell, and then he stopped falling. be okay walking without support, Blaise?”
“Yes, of course. Come and find us when you’re done. And keep an eye out for Theo.”
★★★ Feathering a kiss against his cheek, Luna left the boys alone, disappearing
amongst the sea of students within seconds. Blaise and Draco began to walk, mov-
Hermione had no idea what happened. ing deeper into the thick of the aftermath. The air was so rich with the stench of
She’d been talking with Harry about what he’d witnessed in Voldemort’s mind blood and sweat that Draco had to swallow back a gag or two. He slowed his pace
when she could swear someone had yelled her name. Yes, she was sure she’d heard to accommodate Blaise’s limp, and whether by accident or morbid curiosity, his
her name — her surname actually — and she’d been turning her head to find the eyes drifted over to the line of the dead.
source of the voice, glimpsing the outlines of a few blurry silhouettes, but then the They were close enough that Draco could recognise and distinguish the features
world had jerked forward with a deafening bang. of their still, grey faces, and he absorbed them all silently. This side of the Great Hall
One second she was standing and the next she was flying. was unsettlingly quiet, like an invisible, muffling wall had been erected to protect
Her body smacked sideways into the wall first and then her head was bouncing their unhearing ears and leave them in peace. One by one, he put names to the faces
off it. She never really felt the impact, only heard the thump of her skull colliding he knew; Terry Boot, Lavender Brown, Lisa Turpin, Gabriel Tate, Nick Alas, and
with stone and it sounded like a gun firing right by her ear. so many others that he thought he might recognise, but had never taken the time
As she slid to the floor, Hermione felt light and numb, like she was suspended and of effort to learn their names.
detached from herself, floating above the situation like a ghost. Her eyes were water- As unfeeling and cruel as it sounded, he felt no sympathy for them. He’d never
ing, black dots speckling her vision, and there was a prolonged stretch of nothingness, known or interacted with these people beyond exchanging glares in the corridors,
only filled with a dull ringing that seemed to buzz like flies all around her. but that’s not to say he was unaffected by them.
“Hermione?” Death leaves imprints on your mind; stranger or friend, witnessing it scars
She inhaled sharply, her lungs expanding until her chest hurt, and then her head memories, and while some scars are smaller than others, none really heal.
was pounding. Pulsing. Sweet Merlin, it was painful, but she forced it away into a He felt disturbed more than anything, particularly when he saw a Hufflepuff girl
separate room of her mind as she carefully pulled herself up to sit, groaning with with wide, dry eyes, her jaw still agape from her final scream. All the others had
the effort. She could taste blood on her tongue and she spat, frowning at her red seemed somewhat serene and calm, but this girl looked like she was stuck in time,
saliva as she brushed the dust and debris off her clothes. reliving the horror, trapped in purgatory. He wanted to direct his attention else-
“Hermione!” shouted Ron, coming to her side with Harry. “You okay?” where, but decided to sweep his eyes across the remaining corpses, just to ensure
“I think so,” she mumbled. Nothing felt broken or out of place. “Are you two okay?” Granger wasn’t among them. He knew McGonagall would have informed him, but
“We’re both fine,” said Harry. “Shit, you’re bleeding.” the need to check was too niggling to ignore.
She knew she was; she could feel the warmth of it dripping down her temple No, Granger definitely wasn’t amongst the fallen, but...
and some on her chin, but the boys were also bleeding. Harry had a jagged cut dis- “No,” murmured Draco, stopping dead in his tracks. “No, no way.”
secting his cheek while Ron sported an ugly graze on his forehead, like someone “What?” asked Blaise, following Draco’s line of sight. He sighed sadly and shook
had grated away a few layers of skin, and the thought of that made her wince. his head. “Shit. How the... Shit.”
“You’re both bleeding, too,” she told them, climbing to her feet with their help. Towards the end of the line was a shock of red hair and Draco recognised it
She studied the scene around them, her eyes lingering on the huge hole in the wall instantly. Without really being aware of it, he edged closer, taking in Tonks’ dead
and the destruction cluttering the hallway. “That was a big spell.” features. Her skin was moon-white, her lips blue and slightly parted, but the bril-
“I know,” nodded Harry. “Hey, did you see Fred down there?” liant, vibrant shade of her hair was so alive, and that somehow made it worse. It was

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 “Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini have been staying in a safehouse with Andromeda “You saw him too?” asked Ron. “I thought I imagined it! I think Percy was with
Tonks for several months,” she explained, her tone clipped and matter-of-fact. him but I couldn’t see properly. Looked like there were some others, too.”
“They are on our side.” “I thought I saw some people but I didn’t get a good look,” said Hermione, try-
Draco managed to conceal his surprise, deciding instead that a cocky smirk in ing to recall those short seconds before the explosion. “I definitely heard someone
Finnegan’s direction would be more effective. The look on his face, and the faces of call my name, though. It must’ve been Fred if you guys saw him.”
the others who had challenged them for that matter, were brilliantly flabbergasted. But Fred would never call me Gra-
“B-but...” stuttered Seamus, “They’re Slytherins.” “Do you think they’re alright?” Ron questioned anxiously, staring down the cor-
“Integrity and bravery are not traits exclusive to Gryffindors, Mr Finnegan,” ridor. “And where did they go?”
said McGonagall. “You will find members of every Hogwarts House here, which “It looked like they were turning around,” muttered Harry. “Maybe they saw it
should tell you that well enough. Now, go and assist those that require care.” coming. I’m sure they’re fine, Ron.”
With a final disbelieving glance at Draco, Seamus pivoted on his heel and dis- “Maybe we should split up and try to find them? And Ginny-
appeared, blending into the mass of people like a raindrop in a bloody river. Blaise “No,” Hermione interrupted, her voice firm. “I’m sorry, I know you want to
stepped forward to thank the Headmistress and Draco stole a moment to examine look for them but we need to find the snake so we can finish this. Now, Harry, you
the room again, hunting for any indication of Granger, but again, he found nothing. said Voldemort was at the Shrieking Shack?”
“...believe I saw Mr Bletchley, Miss Davies, and Miss Bulstrode with Professor “Yes.”
Slughorn near the back of the room,” McGonagall was saying to Blaise and “And Nagini was with him?”
Lovegood. “They appeared to be perfectly fine.” “Yes, but he has some magical barrier around her,” he explained, staring at his
“And Granger?” Draco rushed out. “Is she here?” fidgeting hands. “He was telling Lucius Malfoy to find Snape.”
The creases in the Headmistress’ face deepened with her frown. “I... have not Hermione willed the muscles in her face to remain still at the mention of
seen her, but I’m sure she will turn up shortly with Mr Potter and Mr Weasley.” Draco’s father. Draco’s Death Eater father. “I can’t believe Voldemort’s not even
“What about Theo?” asked Blaise. “Theodore Nott. Have you seen him?” fighting. It’s so cowardly.”
“I’m sorry, no. We have several groups out searching for injured people and I’m “He thinks I’ll go to him. He knows we’re looking for the Horcruxes and if
sure there are others still making their way here. Try not to worry until you know Nagini’s with him-
anything. Worrying does little but burden already busy minds.” “So you can’t go then,” said Ron. “He’s expecting you. I’ll go-
“Is there anything we can do to help?” asked Lovegood. “I’d be happy to check “No,” Harry cut across him, “I’ll use the Cloak-
the room for a Nargle infestation.” “I know the most spells,” reasoned Hermione. “It makes more sense if I-
McGonagall blinked slowly. “I’m sure that’s not necessary, Miss Lovegood, but “No!” the boys barked in unison.
thank you for the offer. I can see that you all have some injuries that need healing. “Oh honestly, this is hardly the occasion for sexism!”
There’s a bit of a wait, but Madam Pomfrey, myself, and most of the other Profes- Hermione was preparing to argue her point further when two masked Death
sors are dealing with injuries. If you come and find me in about fifteen minutes, I Eaters appeared, one raising his wand. As the Killing Curse burst out the tip, she
should have finished aiding those with more severe wounds. In the meantime, we pushed Harry out of its path, feeling the green breeze of it rush past her ear, like it
have food, water, and blankets. Keep yourselves warm and hydrated. It seems likely stroked her hair before it struck the wall. Ron fired a spell, successfully stunning
we will be battling again soon.” one of the Death Eaters, but then three more emerged from the smoke, and Harry
“Thank you, Professor,” said Lovegood. grabbed her and Ron, dragging them to the stairs as fast as he could.
McGonagall hesitated to leave, her thoughtful eyes flitting between Blaise and As more spells from the Death Eaters skimmed past their bodies, missing them
Draco. “I commend you both for being here,” she told them gently. “I understand by mere inches, Hermione shouted the first spell she could think of — “Glisseo!”
your circumstances can’t have made the choice easy. The right decisions are often — and the stairs flattened into a slide beneath their feet.
the hardest to make.” They plunged down without any control.
Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably as the Headmistress returned to the Down, down, down.
bedlam, joining Pomfrey near the line for the wounded. Ignoring the unfriendly
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 Draco grunted, struggling to breathe. “Luna,” called Cho Chang this time, “They’re on Voldemort’s side. You know that.”
He concluded from the bizarrely comfortable texture of the rubble beneath him “No, they’re on our side.”
that Lovegood had cast a Cushioning Charm before they’d landed, but there was a “Come on, Luna, stop messing around!” growled Seamus, aiming his wand de-
heavy pressure on his stomach and something prodding at his ribs. Dazed and dis- cisively. “And you two, get out!”
orientated, he lifted his head, blinking away the thick crust of dust in his eyes to “Look, she’s telling the truth,” said Blaise. “We’ve been staying in a safehouse.
discover a mop of red hair against his chest. We’re fighting with the Order.”
“Weasley,” he growled, “Get your fucking arse off me!” Seamus’ mouth twitched. “You know, if it was just you, I might believe it,” — he
Fred popped his head up, his eyes confused and incredulous. “You...you just narrowed his eyes at Draco — “But not you. We all remember what you did last year.”
saved my life.” “For fuck’s sake, Finnegan,” said Draco. “Do you think I would be here if I was
“Get off me, or so help me- fighting for Voldemort?”
“But you- “You’re obviously trying to trick us. Voldemort probably sent you here to get
“Get the fuck off me, you stupid tosser!” information-
Fred shifted, poking his elbow even harder into Draco’s ribs and ramming a Draco scoffed. “Oh, please. Do all you Gryffindors gather together on weekends
knee into his gut as he clumsily clambered to his feet. With the wind knocked out to think up stupid shit to say, or does it just come naturally to you?”
of his lungs and dirt clogging his windpipe, Draco coughed and sputtered as he Blaise shook his head. “You’re not helping by insulting them.”
pulled himself up to stand, clutching his aching side. After a couple of stretches to “Well, honestly, these morons make it so bloody easy-
work out the cricks in his limbs, he looked around, scowling when he realised Fred “Shut up, you tosser!” barked Seamus furiously. “You two, leave! Right now!”
was still staring at him with awe. “Or what?”
“What the hell is your problem?” “Or we’ll make you!”
“You saved my life,” repeated Fred. “Fuck off, Finnegan!” spat Draco. “I am not leaving! Just find Tonks and she’ll
“No, I didn’t.” tell you!”
“If you hadn’t grabbed me, that spell would’ve killed me.” Seamus’ expression darkened a little. “You are a sick, twisted bastard.”
“Shut up!” Draco barked. “You’re giving me a headache.” Draco’s brow furrowed. Something about Finnegan’s disposition suddenly
Blaise wandered over to his side, his expression somewhere between surprised and seemed off, but he didn’t know the Gryffindor well enough to know how or why. He
smug. “You know,” he said quietly, so only they would hear, “You actually did save his- twisted his head to see if Blaise had noticed, but before he could glimpse his friend’s
“Don’t you fucking start,” he snarled. “It was an accident. You think I give a shit eyes he felt the searing stab of a spell striking his bad arm and he yelled out in pain.
about him?” “You wanker!” he snarled at Seamus.
“No, I don’t think you give a shit about him, but I think you’re decent and hu- “I told you to leave! Now go, or we’ll remove you, you slimy piece of-
man enough to save someone’s life when it’s in your power.” “That is quite enough Mr Finnegan!”
“Sod off, you sound like an idiot,” he grumbled, eyes rolling. “Make yourself McGonagall meandered her way through the crowd, pushing down several of
useful and levitate me up there so I can see if Granger’s still there.” the wands aimed at Draco and Blaise as she approached. Draco absently thought to
Silently casting the Mobilicorpus, Blaise elevated Draco into the air, up to the himself that he’d never seen the Headmistress look anywhere close to dishevelled,
hole in the ceiling until he was high enough to survey the scene on the seventh floor. but her usually tidy, fixed hair was messy and loose around her face, and her robes
“Well? See anything?” were dusty and torn. Despite her rumpled appearance, she still carried that formi-
“No, they’re gone,” he sighed, unsuccessfully attempting to hide his disappoint dable air of authority, ignoring the confused looks of the students as she stopped
as Blaise lowered him back down. “Fucking hell. Now what?” by Finnegan’s side.
“Ron’s not up there either?” asked Fred. “What is going on here?” she asked.
“Excuse you,” said Draco spitefully. “Private conversation and you’re not invited.” “They’re up to something,” said Seamus, pointing an accusatory finger at Draco
“Well, if you’re still looking for Hermione she’ll be with Ron. We should stick and Blaise. “They’re saying that they’re fighting on our side.”
together and- “That is correct.”
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he’d missed her, or perhaps the sweat in his eyes had compromised his vision. He Fred shrugged. “I don’t think you’d save my life if you were a Death Eater, Malfoy.”
lingered on a mane of ginger hair, thinking it might be Weasley, but it was the other “Don’t encourage me to consider rectifying that, Weasley,” he mumbled
twin, George, calling out to his brothers, who had walked into the room ahead of coldly. “Go away.”
Draco, Blaise, and Luna. “Maybe sticking together isn’t a bad idea,” Blaise offered, subtly glancing in
Carefully placing Boot in the line of the fallen, Fred and Percy made their way Lovegood’s direction with a hint of worry. “The Death Eaters seem to be moving in
to the corner of the room with George, joining the other Weasleys. Except for Ron, groups. We’d be better off with more of us.”
and Draco never thought he would be disappointed to not see Ronald Sodding “Exactly!” nodded Fred. “Hey, just out of curiosity, why are you looking for
Weasley with Granger nearby, but today was apparently a day of firsts. Hermione anyway?”
And lasts for some people. Draco threw his eyes over to Blaise, frowning at the knowing grin that reached
He was momentarily fixated on Professor Sprout fixing Stephen Cornfoot’s up his friend’s cheeks and the amused tilt of his chin. But then something was
fractured collarbone when Blaise and Luna stepped forward, entering the Great streaking past the edges of his vision; fast and sudden, and Draco turned his head
Hall, hand in hand. Numbly following them, his eyes shifted from one gory scene just in time to witness Terry Boot slam into the wall. Even from twenty yards away,
to the next, staring at a girl with a mangled, battered face, her Hufflepuff tie hanging Draco heard the loud and blunt snap of the Ravenclaw’s neck upon the impact, and
loosely around her neck. He didn’t recognise her; her face was so damaged that it he could do little but stare as the body sank to the floor, a lifeless deadweight, his
didn’t look like a face at all. His attention drifted over to the Patil twins, one of head bent at an unnatural angle.
whom had a broken arm and a shard of bone poking out of her skin. Her sister held Before the echoes of Boot’s broken neck could even finish ricocheting around
her hand as Trelawney cast Healing Charms. He turned his head to the line of the the corridor, a chuckling pack of Death Eaters swarmed into the hallway, their
dead then, but a loud voice stopped him before he could glance at one pale body. masks shimmering like scales in the dim light. Percy was the first to angle his wand
“Hey! What the hell are you two doing in here?” and fire a spell, then Blaise, and then Draco. It was all so fast and intense; a blur of
Draco’s groan rattled around his dry mouth. “For fuck’s sake, what now?” activity and flashing lights, and the only thing that Draco could focus on was the
He didn’t need to look to know that whoever had yelled was shouting at Blaise repetitive drumming of one word in his head.
and himself, but he did anyway, meeting the aggressive glare of Seamus Finnegan. Survive, survive, survive.
Others in the room lifted their heads, their expressions tightening with anger when
they spotted the Slytherins, and an odd sense of shame crept in, settling heavily on ★★★
Draco’s shoulders. Beneath the hot and uninhibited hatred in their eyes, he felt very
much ostracized. Where was Tonks when he needed her? “NO!”
“I asked what the hell you two are doing here!” Finnegan shouted again, his Hermione’s fear was replaced by anger. That hot, raw sort of anger that needs
accent harsh and spitting. “You don’t belong here!” to be burned away with action or yelling, or in her case, both. The spell that jetted
“They do belong here,” said Lovegood, like it was obvious. “They’re with us.” out of her wand was strong and volatile, catching Fenrir in his side and sending
“Get away from them, Luna.” him backwards, but she barely noticed the sound of him colliding with the wall. All
“I swear to Salazar,” muttered Blaise, so only Draco would hear. “If one more she could really see was Lavender’s still and eerily pale body, blood seeping out of
person implies that I am her kidnapper instead of her boyfriend, I’m going to start the bite-shaped hole in her throat. Even when Ron yanked her out of the way of a
breaking jaws.” crumbling pillar, her eyes lingered on Lavender’s blue lips.
“Luna,” said Seamus, stepping towards her. “Come away from them.” A giant’s foot stomping only a few yards away diverted her attention, and she,
He reached out to grab her arm but she snatched it back, holding Blaise’s hand Harry, and Ron dashed onward, trying to avoid its heavy steps as it punched a hole
a little tighter as she frowned sadly at Seamus. The thirty or so people nearby who into one of Hogwarts’ upper floors. She watched Ron’s expression seize up with
had stopped to observe — mostly Gryffindors and Ravenclaws — eyed Lovegood horror as six Acromantulas scuttled by, perilously close to where they were, carry-
with confusion, some of them warily raising their wands. Draco glanced around the ing someone with them.
room, searching for his cousin in the hopes that she might intervene, but, like Hagrid.
Granger, she was nowhere to be found. He reached into his pocket for his wand. Harry must’ve noticed because he ran towards them, screaming Hagrid’s name and
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Hermione dragged Ron after them, refusing to lose Harry amongst the pandemonium.
All around her were people she knew: professors, students, even many of the
Death Eaters were recognizable from past skirmishes, and she watched the hexes
fly between them, illuminating the night like one of Flitwick’s firework shows. Her
heart had never pounded so hard in her life. Keeping her eyes on Harry, she de-
flected a spell intended for him, and then another that would have hit her, all the
while catching glimpses of familiar faces in the haze of the battle. Lee, Dean, Cho,
Fleur; all of them zipped past the corners of her sight, and for the briefest of mo-
ments, she thought she’d seen Theo.
Deciding that was impossible and continuing in her pursuit for Harry, she ran
down the front steps, sighing when Harry finally came to a stop, but then she real-
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ised why. The giant that blocked Harry’s path was huge and hideous, bellowing like
a horn as it swung its club, the ground quaking with its movements. Hermione had
her wand ready to disable the beast, but a series of loud thuds disrupted her con-
centration and Grawp came trudging over, sizing up the larger giant. Both roared
and charged at each other, wrestling and grappling savagely, and Hermione hoped
that her friends avoided being trampled beneath their enormous feet.
A jinx whipped past her head and she was running again, pulling Ron with her
towards Harry. Even at a distance, she could make out the dejection on his features, DRACO THOUGHT IT WAS BIZARRE HOW A ROOM FULL OF SCREAMING
evidently affected from watching Hagrid being hauled away by the spiders. As cold people could seem so quiet and empty.
as it sounded, she hoped Harry had the discipline to detach himself from it and All the noise just seemed to glide over him in muffled waves, like vibrations
keep going. They needed to carry on. They needed to finish this. rather than noise, tingling his ears, but never quite reaching them. Never quite reg-
“Harry!” she called, but he didn’t acknowledge her. “HARRY!” istering. He frantically scanned the room, searching for Granger, pausing at a cou-
He twisted his head, frowning at her and Ron, his lips pursed with the effort to ple of girls with wild hair similar to hers, but he couldn’t see her. As his eyes darted
keep all his frustration and despair bottled up, and Hermione wanted to hug him. from one person to the next, he absorbed it all speechlessly, taking in the familiar
But she didn’t. Something exploded nearby and the wind turned hot, the rain like faces of the people crowding the room.
acid, and something slashed her arm. Shaking it off and snatching Harry’s sleeve, Many were bleeding, pressing their palms into their wounds, or casting Healing
she yanked him and Ron into the darkness, trying to steer them away from the er- Charms. Most were standing in groups, mumbling to each other or trying to help a
ratic lights of clashing spells. companion, but there were several people wandering around the room alone, star-
“The Whomping Willow,” said Harry. “I can see it. Head for it.” ing blankly at nothing or crying. Some people were standing, some sitting, and the
Hermione blinked away the rain in her eyes, watching as the temperamental rest were lying down, separated into two lines on opposite sides of the Hall. It took
tree thrashed and writhed, its branches wildly twirling like it was just as distressed Draco a few moments, but he realised that one line was for those injured too se-
by the War as everything else on Hogwarts’ grounds. Stopping short of its brawny, verely to stand, and the other line was for the dead.
swinging branches, Hermione absently thought of Crooks as Ron levitated a twig Pomfrey rushed past his line of sight to aid a screaming victim, but all he could
to jab at that spot near the roots, rendering the Whomping Willow motionless. focus on were her red hands; gloves of blood fumbling with potions. She pushed
“Nice,” she nodded approvingly. “Okay, let’s go.” her hair out of her eyes, smearing the red across her forehead, and Draco averted
“Wait,” whispered Harry. “You two should stay here and- his eyes as she bent down to attend to a large wound slicing across Ernie Macmil-
“Oh for heaven’s sake, Harry,” groaned Hermione. “Seven years later and you lan’s chest.
still think we’re going to let you go alone?” The noise hit him then, and he gritted his teeth against the shrill, bellowing
“Yeah, seriously, mate,” said Ron, pushing Harry forward. “Shut the hell up and roar of it.
go in. We’re right behind you, as always.” His eyes swept the room again; perhaps Granger had been crouched down and

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Snape’s side to lower his lids to hide his dead eyes pulled at her stomach, but she Ducking down into the dirty tunnel, Hermione followed Harry, crawling her
resisted. They had to get going. They only had one hour. One hour. way through the tunnel, earth gathering beneath her fingernails. With the light of
She could feel Harry shaking behind her as they crawled their way back through Harry’s Lumos guiding their way, it didn’t take them long to reach the end, but she
the tunnel, but she didn’t comment on it, too preoccupied with wondering what grabbed Harry’s ankle before he could get to close.
was waiting for them back at Hogwarts. “Wait,” she whispered, reaching in her bag to remove the Cloak. “Put this on.”
He did, but his feet were visible, and she watched the soil shift as Harry wriggled
★★★ himself near the tunnel’s exit, which seemed to be blocked by something. Low
voices leaked into the passage and the trio stilled, quietening their breaths to avoid
His shoulder was throbbing and he didn’t dare try to move his arm, simply grit- detection. The scratchy, hissing tone of Voldemort harassed her ears, but she
ting his bloody teeth and following the Weasleys in silence. couldn’t grasp enough of the other male voice to recognise the owner, assuming it
Blaise was limping alongside him, his arm slung around Lovegood’s neck for was one of his Death Eater henchmen. The voices were too muffled for her to dis-
support, telling Draco that the injury to her leg wasn’t as bad as it looked. Ahead of tinguish the crux of the discourse, so she simply waited, listening intently, only
them, the Weasley brothers carried Terry Boot’s body, his shoes scraping across the catching the odd word here and there.
stone floor, making a noise that sent shivers down Draco’s spine. The castle was “Disappointment.”
unnervingly quiet now, and as they walked by the bodies of two Death Eaters, Draco “My Lord.”
felt dread swarm in his chest as the scent of death hit his nostrils. With still no sign “Harry Potter.”
of Granger, he was beginning to panic a little. “Elder Wand.”
“Where the hell are we going exactly?” he asked harshly. “Dumbledore.”
“I’m guessing everyone’s gathering in the Great Hall,” replied Fred. “The med- “True Master.”
ical wing would be too small to treat the injured.” Staring at Harry’s disembodied feet, Hermione frowned when she saw the tips
Smothering a retort, he carried on, and it took them a good fifteen minutes to of his shoes swell, like he was curling his toes. She resisted the urge to tap him and
reach the ground floor from the sixth floor, hindered by blocked staircases and ensure he was okay, knowing that he might jump and give away their hiding spot,
fallen debris. Along the way, they crossed several more bodies, including Ritchie triggering a premature confrontation with Voldemort and whomever he was talk-
Coote and Mandy Brocklehurst. ing to. She would admit that she was hardly patient at the best of times, but confined
“Any chance one of you three can carry them?” asked Percy. to the claustrophobic, underground passageway and knowing that people were
“No,” said Lovegood. “Blaise and Draco are too wounded and I doubt I could probably dying back at the castle made the wait unbearable, and she had to force
carry them by myself. I could levitate them, though.” her breathing to remain quiet.
“No, they should be carried,” mumbled Fred. “We’ll come back and get them, There was a thump above her head followed by a scream, and Harry flinched,
or tell someone where they are.” catching her off-guard and very nearly causing her to gasp, but she stopped herself,
When they reached the ground floor, the sounds of turmoil rushed up the corri- biting her tongue. Footsteps hit the floorboards, slowly travelling out of earshot
dor to greet them: screaming, sobbing, shouting; just every plausible heart-wrenching until there was nothing but silence, and Hermione nervously tapped Harry’s shoe,
noise made by human or beast, all mangled into one piercing racket of trauma. Draco whispering his name.
slowed his steps, suddenly alarmed and tentative about entering the hall. She heard him mumble a spell and whatever had been blocking the trapdoor
But he carried on, needing to know. shifted to the side, allowing them to shuffle their way up into the room. Her eyes
The doors were already open, and when he caught sight of the scene within the immediately fell to the fallen and crumpled figure on the floor, draped in his usual
room, he stilled, his eyes going round, his pupils dilating. Blaise and Lovegood had black robes and suddenly they seemed so fitting. Fixated on the blood pouring out
also stopped walking, studying the setting with slackened jaws. Draco never imag- Snape’s throat, Hermione felt a genuine stab of sadness and regret as she watched
ined in his lifetime that he would see Lovegood appear so affected by anything, but his life literally gush out of him. Beside her, Harry removed the Cloak and Snape’s
her face was alive with sorrow. eyes widened a fraction, but all that left his mouth was an awful, gurgling sound
“Merlin,” she mumbled, her tone fragile, yet still somehow wistful. “Do you sup- that made Hermione’s gag reflex spasm.
pose this is what the Muggles mean when they talk about Hell?” “What happened to him?” asked Ron.

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 “Nagini,” replied Harry, edging closer to Snape and dropping to his knees. his body. With a groan vibrating in his windpipe, he pushed it all away, forcing
“Voldemort thought that Snape was the master of the Elder Wand because he himself to stay steady and focused. A few yards away, Blaise was also struggling to
killed Dumbledore.” fend off the Death Eaters, frantically trying to defend not only himself, but also
Hermione eyed Harry’s conflicted features closely, knowing what turbulent thoughts Lovegood; the Weasley brothers didn’t seem to be faring too well either.
would be running through his head. Despite her telling him that Snape was a spy for the Draco lifted Andromeda’s wand, aiming it at one of the Death Eaters attacking
Order, Harry understandably regarded Snape with uncertainty; he had, after all, wit- Blaise, but then there was a scratching, icy voice in his ear, practically spitting
nessed this man killing Dumbledore. And now this revelation that Voldemort might against his neck. It was Voldemort’s voice speaking to the castle again, and every-
have mastered the Elder Wand... it was a wonder Harry wasn’t tearing out his hair. thing and everyone went still.
Looking back to Snape she gasped when she noticed an odd, glittering, blue- “You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet
white substance leaking out of him. It cascaded out from his ears, eyes, and the hole you have sustained heavy losses.”
in his throat, randomly reminding Hermione of stars caught behind clouds, barely Draco shared an anxious look with Blaise.
twinkling in the dark. “If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to
“T... Take it,” stuttered Snape, his voice weak. happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort
Thinking quickly, she conjured a flask and thrust it into Harry’s hand, watching is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately.”
him use his wand to transfer the substance until the container was full. Hermione Turning his attention to the group of Death Eaters, he scowled at the disap-
hadn’t realised she was clutching her hands tightly in front of her until her thumb- pointment that stole their features, but they slowly began to back away.
nail pierced the skin of her palm. Taking a step forward, she crouched down a little, “You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured. I
chewing her lip when Snape’s dying eyes slanted over to her for a brief moment. speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you...”
“We know you weren’t bad,” she told him softly, thinking she sounded almost
childlike. “And we’ll make sure everyone else knows when this is over.” ★★★
His expression flickered, turning into something indefinable; something be-
tween resignation and peace. Staring at Harry again, he reached out, seizing the Hermione watched the horror flash across Harry’s features and she yearned to
scruff of Harry’s shirt and pulling him closer, locking their eyes. The final traces of console him, but she felt frozen, routed to the spot as Voldemort’s voice continued
life seemed to leave Snape quickly as all the colour drained from his face, but he to harass the night.
parted his lips, swallowing heavily before he spoke. “...You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself.
“Green... eyes...” he rasped out. “D-don’t look away... from me.” I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you
Hermione held her breath as the final puff of Snape’s left him, misting have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences.”
Harry’s spectacles. Hermione furiously shook her head at Harry.
“This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and
★★★ I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from
me. One hour.”
Draco wasn’t doing too well. “No, Harry,” she said sternly. “Don’t even consider it.”
These Death Eaters were experienced and quick, Dark Magic spilling out of “You heard what he said,” he murmured helplessly. “More people will die if I-
their wands so effortlessly, and Draco had suffered some damage as a result. He was “You think Voldemort will actually spare people if you go to him?” asked Ron.
fairly certain his left shoulder was dislocated, at least two of his ribs were bruised, “Come on, Harry, he’s hardly trustworthy. He plans to kill everyone anyway.”
possibly broken, and his lower lip had split, blood staining his teeth and trickling “Ron is right,” Hermione nodded. “Look, there’s no way you’re going. We only
down his chin. have the snake left, remember? It will be fine. We should head back to the castle and
Dodging a vicious Curse, he retaliated with a Disarming Spell, but then he felt try to think of a new plan now he’s in the Forest.” She reached forward to hold his
something stab his midriff and he sucked in a harsh breath, clutching his inured hand, pulling him towards the tunnel. “Come on now. We’ll figure something out.”
side. The wound wasn’t particularly deep or worrying, but it burned like there was Glancing at Snape’s blue-ish face before she dropped down into the under-
an unseen hand rubbing salt into it and his legs trembled as the pain swam around ground passage, a wave of guilt rippled through her, and the urge to return to

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Ginny and Ron fell into step beside their family, exchanging a meager handful of dormant, selfish part of her wanted him here. Just to see him, really. Just to have
words with their somber parents. him within reaching distance.
Hermione hesitated to follow; a part of her wished to remain behind, uncertain “Hey!” Draco snapped at the onlookers, severing Hermione’s reverie. “Can we
if she was prepared to discover if Voldemort’s announcement about Harry’s death help you? This isn’t a free show, you know!”
was true. But then Luna reached out and softly squeezed her shoulder, and Hermi- “Draco,” she groaned. “Just ignore them. They’re obviously going to have ques-
one began to numbly walk with the others in an almost catatonic state. She felt so tions. I’ll talk to them later.”
small in that moment, like one raindrop in a raincloud. Everyone was speaking, but “You might want to tell them that it’s rude to stare, and that they — Finnegan,
their voices were so hushed and quiet that they simply sounded like waves of breath I will break your finger if you point it at me again!”
rippling between the stone walls. Pursing her lips with irritation, Hermione gently nudged Draco’s shoulder to
They were an army; a defeated army. An army of fear, dread, and doubt. bring his attention back to her, oblivious to his injury. He released a loud bark of
She felt a warm, comforting hand settle against the bottom of her back and she pain, following by a hissed list of profanities as he clutched his wounded arm,
glanced to the side to find Draco studying her closely, his mouth twitching with the clenching his eyes shut and inhaling through his teeth. Salazar’s grave, it hurt. His
urge to say something. whole left side was throbbing.
“Granger,” he started uncertainly. “Are you...are you- “What happened?” asked Hermione, her tone inevitably concerned. “I barely
“I’m frightened,” she blurted. touched you.”
The muscles in Draco’s face softened for a moment and he pressed his hand “Shoulder... dislocated,” he rasped out.
slightly harder against the sway of her back. “You’re allowed to be.” “You let me slap you when you’re injured?”
“Are you frightened?” “I didn’t let you slap me,” he replied drolly. “Evidently, it’s just a habit you have
“More... nervous, I think,” he replied, sighing. He bent his head so she could regardless of whether we’re in a relationship or not. Charming, by the way.”
better see his eyes and know his next words were honest and sincere. “I won’t let “How did you dislocate your shoulder?”
anything bad happen to you. Do you understand? I won’t let them hurt you.” “Folk dancing.”
She tried to smile, but her lips couldn’t quite lift at the corners. “I won’t let them “Draco.”
hurt you, either. I won’t let them near you.” “Fighting bloody Death Eaters. Obviously.”
The fervour and force in her voice knocked Draco speechless for a second, but Hermione’s eyes narrowed inquisitively. “Wait, you’ve been fighting? How long
then he sank his fingers a little deeper into her skin, ghosted a kiss against her fore- have you been here? And how did you get to Hogwarts?”
head, and whispered, “I know you won’t.” “I’ve been here about two hours,” he explained, “And I came with Blaise and the
They continued to walk with the crowd and Hermione absently listened to the others. Tonks brought us...”
constant hum of their shoes thudding across the floor. Or was it her heart thudding His voice faded, his pain disregarded. He suddenly felt quite numb. Shit. How
in her chest? Were everyone’s hearts thudding as loud as hers? She was so fright- could he have forgotten that Tonks’ cold, lifeless body was lying only a few feet from
ened. When she looked inside of herself, all she could find was fear. It was every- them? From Granger. He needed get to her away. He didn’t want her to see.
where; in every vein, every cell, every fiber of her being, and she wanted it go away. “Oh, that makes sense,” said Hermione. “Ginny said she saw Tonks, but then I-
She wanted to be brave and face all this with a high, bold chin, but she was so tired “Granger,” he interrupted, gripping her elbow and trying to position himself
and so, so scared. between her and Tonks. “Come with me for a second.”
The distance from the Great Hall to Hogwarts’ main entrance was barely a dis- “Where is she? Have you seen her? “
tance at all, but it felt like a mile-long, uphill stretch. As the crowd leaked out of the “Granger-
castle and into the courtyard, Hermione was first struck by the acrid scent of “Would you stop pulling me?” she frowned, searching her surroundings. “I’m
charred wood and smoke. She wasn’t sure how’d she’d missed it before (when she trying to find her.”
and the boys had returned to Hogwarts from the Shrieking Shack), but the air was “Hermione, don’t.”
hazy and choking and her mouth became dry. The sun was rising in the backdrop “Draco, stop that!” She ripped her arm out of his grip, still inspecting the Great
and its rays pierced through some of the damaged castle’s crevices, the light turning Hall, her expression anxious and fretful now. “Where is she? Where’s Tonks?”
grey as it hit the smoke. As she walked with the others, she felt like there was a Draco grimaced as Hermione’s eyes drifted perilously close to where her friend

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lay like a tattered ragdoll, and he could pinpoint the precise moment she found her. shoulders, Luna appeared to be offering the siblings vain words of support, but
Her brown eyes darkened with horror and recognition and her jaw dropped a cou- there was sadness and worry in her demeanor.
ple of inches, prepared for words or screams that she couldn’t yet conjure. Squint- As Hermione shoved her way through the crowd, tears clouded her vision; blur-
ing and blinking several times, as if she was trying erase the image of Tonks through ring and burning. Godric, she was scared. And her heart... Her heart. Her best
sheer will, she began to shake her head frantically as tears spilled down her cheeks. friend... It had to be a mistake.
Draco’s hand shot out, cupping her face and stroking away one of them with his Please let it be a mistake.
thumb. He hated to see her cry now. Despised it. It did inexplicably terrible things “Ron! Ginny!” she shouted as she neared them, her voice lost amongst the roar-
to his insides, like each tear was a jab to his stomach. Studying her intently, he could ing questions of everyone in the Great Hall. Everyone seemed to be saying Harry’s
see the outburst building up inside of her, piecing itself together bit by bit, and he name. It was all she could hear.
didn’t know what he could do to comfort her. He felt helpless. Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry.
“Granger,” he whispered as softly as he had probably whispered anything in his “No,” she hissed to herself, pushing harder against the crowd to reach her
life. “Stop looking at her- friends. Almost there. “Ginny! Ron!”
“Th-this can’t be happening,” she stuttered. “Sh-she’s just had a baby- “Hermione!” cried Ginny.
“Granger, look at me, don’t look at her.” The youngest Weasley rushed forward and Hermione released Draco’s hand so
She kept staring past him. “No, no, no, no, no.” She started to tremble. “This she could meet her and envelop her trembling body in a tight, desperate hug. She
is impossible- locked eyes with Ron over Ginny’s shoulder and she hated how hopeless he looked;
“Granger- slumped shoulders and an absent, glazed-over stare, like he was watching the world
“NO.” crumble without actually seeing it. Stretching out her arm, she gently cupped his
She made to move past him, but she stumbled, collapsing into Draco’s ready cheek, frowning as one of his tears trickled across her fingers.
and steadying arms. Bunching the fabric of his shirt in her hands, she gave up and “It’s a mistake,” she whispered against Ginny’s hair. “It has to be.”
stayed there, burying her face into his chest before she let it go. Her scream was Ron sniffed and rubbed his lips together. “What if it’s not?”
muffled against his skin, but the shudders of it, and her, ran through him like ice, “But, Ron-
and all he could really think to do was wrap his arm around her, absently stroking “What if it’s not, Hermione?”
her back with his fingertips. She choked it all up; every sob, every whimper, and Hermione’s mouth opened and closed, forming around fickle words of reassur-
every cry felt by him. Absorbed by him. ance that she couldn’t voice. What if...what if? What if her best friend was dead?
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, because it was all he could think to say. Not that it did What if they’d lost the War? What would happen to them all? The questions ruth-
anything to console her. lessly ricocheted around her head and she couldn’t find answers for any of them.
So he did nothing. When it comes to death, sometimes nothing is all a per- She was speechless. Twisting her head, she looked at Draco, and his face was tell-
son can do. ingly furrowed with concern as he silently regarded her.
Ginny slowly peeled herself out of Hermione’s arms and sleeved away the tears
beneath her eyes with a harsh swipe of her arm. “Hermione’s right,” she said firmly.
“It has to be a mistake. Harry would never run away, trying to save himself-
“I don’t believe that,” interrupted Ron. “Voldemort’s probably just saying that
so we doubt our loyalty, but... but Harry might be... I think he’s-
“There’s not much sense in maybes,” Luna rushed out. “We need to find out
what’s happened. It looks like people are starting to head outside.”
Hermione swept her gaze across the Great Hall. People were indeed moving,
heading towards the doors and still murmuring Harry’s name between them as they
walked; some crying, some offering optimistic encouragement, and others hard-
faced and furious. McGonagall was at the front, closely followed by Pomfrey,
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lungs. One of his arms slowly looped around her back to pull her closer, and the
other held the back of her head, crushing her face against his chest while his fingers
toyed with her hair. He wondered if she needed this just as much as him; they’d
both lost people today and it had certainly taken its toll.
They were both exhausted, too. He estimated it was almost four in the morning
and his lids felt heavier than they’d ever felt before. The temptation to simply close
his eyes and sleep away the last few hours was remarkably strong, especially in
Granger’s warm and consoling embrace.
But no.
There would be no peace tonight. Not for anyone.
The chillingly familiar hiss of Voldemort’s voice clawed at Draco’s and Hermi-
DYING
one’s eardrums like it had earlier.
“Harry Potter is Dead.”
Hermione gasped and her body jerked out of Draco’s hold. With a wide and
petrified stare, she scanned the Great Hall, locating Ron and Ginny near the main
doors. The siblings looked as shocked and scared as she felt, and she met Ron’s
panicked eyes across the room. Everything went silent. Everyone had stilled, aban-
doning whatever they’d been doing to listen intently as Voldemort continued to
project his words across Hogwarts’ grounds. HERMIONE HAD STOPPED CRYING TEN MINUTES AGO.
“He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your After wailing into Draco’s chest for less than sixty seconds, she had abruptly
lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is stilled, pulled away from him, and then roughly sleeved away the evidence of her
won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the tears, like she was ashamed. She’d then squared her shoulders and heaved in a deep
Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anybody who continues breath; a soldier’s determination. Draco had asked her if she was alright and she’d
to resist, man, woman, or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their replied, “Now is not the time. I should be helping.” And then, with a final heartbro-
family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your ken glance at Tonks and Remus, she’d walked away and had barely spoken a fistful
parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you of words since.
will join me in the new world we shall build together.” Draco had wanted to tell her that no one would begrudge her some mourning
Hermione stood there, open-mouthed and frozen to the spot. Her heart was time, and that she could scream into his shoulder for as long as she needed, but he
drumming so fast and loud that she could feel and hear it in her head, pumping didn’t. He’d considered offering her some form of consolation, despite his discom-
behind her eye-sockets. She must have swayed on her wobbly legs because Draco’s fort with affectionate gestures, but she’d assured him she was fine when he’d tried
hands shot out to grip her shoulders and when she looked up at him, his expression to place his hand against her back. She’d shrugged him off, reiterating that she was
was creased up with concern. fine, even though she evidently wasn’t.
“It can’t be,” she muttered. “No... Harry wouldn’t... It’s a mistake. A bluff.” Had it not been for the crowd, he had a feeling he’d have been tempted to bait
“Granger, calm down and- her into reacting, like he had after she’d Obliviated her parents. While some people
“It’s a mistake.” coped well with bottling up all their angst, himself included, he knew Granger did
The conviction in her tone was so loud that Draco very nearly believed her. Nearly. not, but he couldn’t provoke her here. There were too many eyes on him; most of
Grasping his hand, Hermione dragged him along as she rushed to where Ron them untrusting and hostile. And, no, he didn’t give a shit about their curiosity as
and Ginny were stood, now discussing something with Luna while Blaise stood qui- to why Granger was willingly at his side, but he doubted causing a scene would
etly at her side. Ginny looked completely tormented and bereft, like she’d actually benefit the situation.
witnessed Harry’s death at Voldemort’s hand, and Ron bore the unsettled expres- So he just let her be.
sion of a man trying to keep himself in line. With one arm draped across Ginny’s He just let her carry on, like everyone else.

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 The Great Hall was like a factory crossed with a funeral. Everyone in the room friendship is, you form these bonds with people by accident, don’t you? Theo and I
seemed to be divided into two categories: the mourners and the workers. Near the just clicked. Neither of us had any siblings or relatives of a similar age, so... it was
entrance of the Great Hall, not too far from Granger and himself, Draco could see just us, really. I didn’t meet Blaise until First Year, and Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy
Blaise and Lovegood’s heads bobbing above the crowd as they helped with cleaning were acquaintances that I knew of, but I didn’t really know them until Hogwarts.”
up some of the debris blocking the double doors. Millicent, Tracy, and Miles were He coughed to clear an itch in his throat.
working with Lee Jordan and Dean Thomas to hand out blankets, and countless “Theo and I used to play at each other’s houses all the time. In hindsight, our
other students were contributing in any way they could. Then there were the others, fathers were probably taking in part in Death Eater meetings or something, but I
lingering by the fatality line, immobile with shock and sorrow. would see Theo often; maybe once a week. We would muck around, get in trouble,
But they were all mourners, really. Some were simply better at shutting the pain you know, all that silly shit you do when you’re young. When we were about eight,
out and getting on with what needed to be done. Like Granger. we were messing around in his house and I broke some ornament of his father’s.”
He and Granger were sat near the line for the wounded now, and she was keeping He stopped again and shifted his weight.
herself busy treating small cuts and abrasions on the victims and ensuring that they “Even when I was that young, I knew that Theo was terrified of his father. I
each had a supply of water. It was hardly arduous work; most of the people didn’t care could just sense it. Anyway, I broke this thing and Theo’s father was furious. Theo
enough to have their minor injuries healed, but at least she had something to focus took the blame for me. I don’t know why, he just did. His father beat him so bad he
on. Draco couldn’t understand how she could bear to be here, though. had to spend a week in St. Mungo’s. He told everyone that Theo had nicked his
The line for the wounded was so much worse than the line for the dead. broom and had an accident, but I knew it was bullshit. Theo and I never talked
Almost all of the healing potions had been exhausted a while ago, before Draco about it; he never explained why he’d taken the blame, and I...I never said thank
had even entered the Great Hall, according to Slughorn. There was no Skele-Gro, you, or anything.”
no Blood-Replenishing Potion, no Wound-Cleaning Potion, and as all of the po- “Sometimes friendship means not having to say anything. Thank yous and apol-
tions required a minimum of three hours brewing time, they wouldn’t be available ogies can sometimes get lost, but it doesn’t mean they’re unexpressed,” murmured
anytime soon. Pomfrey and the professors were trying to aid the victims, but Heal- Hermione. “So what happened? I mean, I always remember you being with Crabbe
ing Spells and a half-empty tin of Burn-Healing Paste could only do so much. and Goyle. Not Theo so much.”
The fighters with the most severe injuries simply had to wait in agony, delay- “I think when Theo came to Hogwarts, he was so relieved to be away from his
ing death if they could, and their whimpers and moans were a constant, haunting father that he just kept his head down and got on with it. He didn’t want to get
drone. In the past ten minutes alone, eight people had been carried into the Great expelled and have to go home. And you remember what I was like in the younger
Hall by the recovery teams; four had immediately been placed in the line for the years. I was always getting into trouble. Theo still came to my house in the holidays,
dead, two were waiting to have treatable injuries tended, and the final two had though. And Theo and Blaise were the first people I sought out when Crabbe and
died slowly. Painfully. Loudly. Barely twenty feet away from where Draco and Goyle’s stupidity got too testing. At the end of Fifth Year when Voldemort... well,
Hermione were sat. you know. When I was getting ready to take the Mark, I guess Theo knew and didn’t
In reality, the line for the wounded was also a line for the dying. want anything to do with it, and we just stopped talking. I was too busy fucking
Hermione lifted her head when Oliver Wood entered the room with the ninth everything up to really notice.”
recovered casualty slung over his shoulder, heading straight for the fatality line. Fol- “Draco, I know this may sound quite... ineffectual, but at least you two had the
lowing her line of sight, Draco only saw a tuft of blood-matted, mousy hair and a opportunity to reconcile. At least you resolved your differences.”
Gryffindor tie swinging from side to side, but he didn’t recognise the body from his He cleared his throat again and averted his eyes to the floor. “Granger, as much
angle. He turned to study Granger, watching her features tighten a little as she paused as I envy and sometimes loathe your ability to find the positive in everything, I
in her task to observe Wood carefully place the body alongside the rest of the fallen. don’t... I don’t think I’m there yet.”
“That’s Colin Creevey,” she muttered. “He’s underage. And a Muggle-born.” “Then where are you?”
Draco frowned. “Granger- “I don’t know,” he mumbled, shrugging. “Some...quiet place between denial
“He shouldn’t have been here. He should’ve left with the others.” and anger.”
Uncertain what he could or should say, Draco remained silent as Hermione re- Hermione moved around to stand in front of him and then pressed her body
sumed filling water bottles. Unwittingly, he reached out and tangled his fingers in into his, wrapping her arms around him in a hug so tight it forced the air out of his

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 “She and Weasley went to look for Potter. Apparently someone saw him talking some of the stray curls that had slipped out of her ponytail, coiling them around his
to Longbottom or something.” thumb, grazing the back of his hand against her back as he did so. He wasn’t sure
“I’m going to find Luna. Maybe try and help with all this... mess. You coming?” what he’d been expecting her to do, but he’d hoped for a reaction of some sort;
“No, I want to stay here for a moment,” he replied. “I’ll come and find you in a bit.” perhaps a sigh or a shiver, but she didn’t move. Had it not been for the subtle rises
Blaise hesitated for a second and appeared to stop himself from asking Draco a and falls of her chest, he would doubt she was even breathing.
question before he quietly left Draco’s side and disappeared into the crowd. And He studied her closely, taking in her unsettlingly grey complexion, swollen eyes,
then Draco was alone. Well, perhaps not alone. Are you considered alone in the and chapped lips. She looked ill. Very ill.
company of corpses? That question plagued him until he became aware of Hermi- He was about to say something. What, he had no idea, but it was irrelevant.
one’s comforting presence beside him. Someone was calling his name before he could mumble hers.
“Did you find Potter?” he asked. “Mr Malfoy,” said McGonagall, wading her way through the students towards
“No. Can’t find Neville either, but Oliver said he was helping him bring in the him. “My apologies for the wait, but I can fix...” she trailed off and her expression
injured, so I’m guessing Harry’s doing the same. I don’t think he would...” she softened. “Miss Granger.”
paused and lowered her eyes. Hermione’s head lifted, but she stared at the Headmistress with blank eyes.
“You don’t think Potter would what?” “Professor.”
“Nothing,” she sighed. “I managed to find us some tea.” “My dear, you don’t look well at all.”
“I told you, I don’t want tea.” Hermione glanced at the line of the dead and swallowed hard. “I’m fine,” she
“But it will- lied. “I’m just...I’m fine.”
“I don’t want the tea, Granger.” Draco frowned and pressed his palm against the small of her back. Her skin was
“Then what do you want?” she asked, frowning. “Tell me what I can do to make cold through her jumper.
this easier for you.” “All of us are fine, but no one is,” said McGonagall quietly. “Keep yourself
Draco sighed. “Just...keep speaking to me.” steady, Hermione. That’s all you can do for now.”
“What do you want me to say?” “Yes, professor,” she nodded. “What were you saying to Draco?”
“Anything.” “Oh, yes. Mr Malfoy, I can heal that shoulder for you now, if you’re ready?”
Hermione chewed her lower lip with thought. “When I was nine and my Grand- “Alright,” said Draco, rising to his feet. His limbs felt like tree branches; rigid
mother died, my Mum told me that she was in a better place. I remember thinking and creaking. The pain in his shoulder had slowed to a dull, thudding ache that he
about that better place and wondering...if it really is better, then why doesn’t eve- had forced himself to ignore for the last thirty minutes. As he made to follow
ryone just go? Why do people stay in this place if there is somewhere better?” McGonagall to the back of the Great Hall, he felt a small, clammy hand gently tug
Draco slanted his eyes so he could see her. “And?” his fingers. When he turned around, Granger’s face was different; still sullen and
“Well, I think I decided that people say things to make you feel better when you lost, but also thoughtful.
lose someone. Sometimes they work and sometimes they don’t, but there’s comfort “Do you need me to come with you?”
there anyway, isn’t there? That someone will lie or invent scenarios to try and help Draco paused. In all honesty, no. No, he didn’t need her to come with him. But
you cope. It shows that people care, and that’s all anyone wants, really.” he wanted her to. And perhaps she needed to come with him. Perhaps she needed
“But someone’s still dead.” the distraction. Perhaps even both of them did.
She flinched and glanced at Tonks. “Yes, but you can’t do anything about it, “Yes,” he said finally.
and that’s probably the hardest part to deal with. But it gets easier, Draco. I prom- They walked side by side to where McGonagall was waiting, perched on a stool
ise you, it does.” at the far end of the Great Hall. Draco took a moment to look around, noting the
Draco clenched his eyes shut. Something else was tugging at his stomach now; Weasley family not too far away, talking amongst themselves. Just behind
a different emotion that he couldn’t quite place, but he felt like he was unravelling McGonagall, Slughorn was healing Eddie Carmichael’s mangled ankle, and his
slowly. Something was pushing its way out of him, like a confession. Opening his Head of House shot him an almost appreciative glance, like he was grateful for
eyes, he took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, the words poured out of him. Draco’s presence.
“Theo was my first real... friend, I guess. Well, before you really know what “Take a seat,” directed McGonagall, waiting until Draco was settled on the stool

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besides hers. “This shouldn’t take too long, but it might be quite painful. We have composure. As he crouched beside Theo, the stench of blood invaded his nostrils,
run out of Pain-Relief Potion.” but he suppressed the urge to gag. Carefully, he and Blaise pulled Theo up, each
“Brilliant,” mumbled Draco. draping one of Theo’s arms across their shoulders before they stood up and slowly
As Hermione came to sit at his side, he stared solely at her as McGonagall cast began to walk towards the fatality line. Theo was so heavy, a deadweight, but Draco
a spell to rip the sleeve of his shirt, exposing the blue, bruised skin of his shoulder. refused to allow his stature to be compromised.
When Hermione offered him her hand, he took it without hesitation, twining their He would keep his back his straight. If nothing else, he would keep his back straight.
fingers and gripping it tight. He stared at her hard, examining her features closely. “Blaise,” said Draco, his tone croaky. “I think... I think we should put him near
He hadn’t really had the chance to look at her recently. Really look at her. Tonks and Remus.”
As bizarre as it sounded, an intense wave of...something washed over him. One Blaise simply nodded. Apparently, his voice had given up on him, too.
of those emotions that neither one word nor a hundred can ever really describe, but When they came to where Tonks and Remus lay, they gently lowered Theo down
it’s in your head, your heart, your stomach, everywhere. She looked so... captivating beside them on a stretcher. Stepping back on his shaky legs, Draco stared at the three
to him at that moment, despite her ashen skin and bloody lips. If ever he was inter- bodies despite his desire not to. Tonks and Remus seemed paler to him now; more
rogated and forced to reveal the inner-most secrets of his soul, he would say it was dead, somehow. But Theo... Theo’s expression still seemed to have some life in it; his
this moment — this precise moment — that confirmed how he felt about Granger. brow was still furrowed in pain and there was still some pink in his cheeks.
And there was no particular reason for it. It was just there, inside of him, like a “Do you think he knew that we gave a shit?” blurted Draco. “Do you think he
new organ; beating and warm. As real and as present as he was. As she was. knew that... that he was important?”
“What?” asked Hermione. “Yeah, he knew.”
“Nothing,” he said. “I just- “But I never-
“Okay, Mr Malfoy,” interrupted McGonagall. “Ready?” “You didn’t need to.”
He nodded but kept his eyes on Granger, trying to keep his muscles relaxed as Silence again. Everything is always broken up by silence. Punctuated by silence.
the heat from the Headmistress’ wand began to tingle his skin. Hermione squeezed Silence is nothing, but it’s everything, because we hunt for words in silence. We
his hand, and then his shoulder was burning. Scorching. He squeezed her hand think in silence. Our minds work hard in silence. And yet it’s awful. It’s empty. It’s
back and clenched his eyes shut, grinding his teeth as his shoulder slowly slotted lonely. Necessary nothingness.
back into place with a loud and excruciating snap. Blaise sighed and rubbed his eyes, staring hard at Theo. “I keep expecting him
“Motherfu- to open his eyes, jump up, and say ‘You two are so gullible’, or something. Seems
“Thank you, Mr Malfoy,” said McGonagall flatly. “I understand it’s painful, but like the kind of shit he would pull.”
I don’t like bad language.” Draco nodded. “He always did have a twisted sense of humour.”
Draco was about to retaliate with a few of his favourite expletives, but then the “I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what to say.”
burning suddenly stopped, and everything felt normal again. Testing his shoulder, he “He wouldn’t have cared for anything sentimental anyway. He would have
rolled it a couple of times and stretched out his arm, satisfied that it was indeed healed. laughed at you and told you to grow some balls.”
“There,” smiled McGonagall. “All done. That wasn’t so bad. Certainly not Blaise chuckled. “True. Nevertheless...” The humour fell from his face like rain.
worth swearing over.” “I will say this to him: Goodbye, Brother.”
“Let me set your arm on fire and see if you keep your language clean.” Pain tugged at Draco’s stomach. He felt sick again, unbalanced, like he was try-
“Draco,” Hermione frowned. “Say thank you.” ing to walk steady on a rocking boat. It was hard. Greif was new to him, but it was
Reluctantly, he forced out a grumbled, “Thank you.” all he could feel now. It was at his core, and it was consuming. Even in the spare
“You’re welcome. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to check up on a few things.” seconds his mind managed to drift to another topic, the grief was still there, like a
Waiting until the Headmistress had disappeared, Draco checked his shoulder dark voice constantly whispering in his ear. He wanted to say things; wanted to
again. “Not bad. She could’ve repaired my shirt, though.” apologise for things he wasn’t even sure he’d done. He wanted a conclusion; an
“Don’t be petty,” scolded Hermione, but Draco didn’t mind. At least she was ending that was in his control. He wanted to say goodbye, but he couldn’t. Blaise
speaking now. At least she was more like her. “Does it still hurt?” had done it, so why couldn’t he?
“No, it’s fine.” “Where’s Granger?” asked Blaise.

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 She rubbed her lips together pensively. “What were you going to say to me be-
fore she started to heal you?”
“What? Oh. I just...” He tried to find the right words. “I was just looking at you
and I... I couldn’t-
“Hey, Malfoy!”
Draco growled under his breath as another familiar voice severed his speech.
And this voice in particular was not one he wanted to hear calling his name. Wea-
sley approached them with a slight limp and looking more rumpled than usual with
his shredded clothes and mussed hair. Draco rolled his eyes as his long-time rival
HARRY stopped in front of him.
“Look, Weasley, I’m not in the mood to argue with you right-
“Fred told me what you did,” said Ron. “He told me you saved his life.”
Draco’s mouth closed. Beside him, he felt Hermione jerk with surprise.
“I came here to say...” Ron continued awkwardly. “Um, I came here to say...
thank you. Thank you for saving my brother. My family is grateful.”
Draco licked his teeth with discomfort. “Right... well... okay then.”
“Yeah... so, thanks,” he said again before he turned to Hermione. “Have you
seen Harry anywhere?”
“DO YOU WANT TO HELP ME CARRY HIM TO THE OTHER LINE?” Hermione slowly dragged her round, bewildered eyes from Draco to Ron. “I’m
asked Blaise. sorry, what, Ron?”
Draco blinked and lifted his head. “Have you seen Harry?”
He’d been lost in a world of his own then; a dark world which wasn’t too far “Oh. No,” she replied. “I assumed he was with you.”
removed from his current reality. The Great Hall was the same dismal, cold, and “No, but I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. He’s probably helping the oth-
haunted room it had been before he’d watched Theo die, but now he felt so much ers bring in the injured or something. I’ll have a look for him.”
more sensitive to the chill in the air and the bleak atmosphere. Had it been up to With that, Weasley turned and left them alone, and Draco could feel the pres-
him, he wouldn’t have returned to the Great Hall, but Hermione had insisted, and sure of Hermione’s inquisitive gaze on the side of his face. When he twisted his
where else would he have gone? After he’d calmed down, he’d scrubbed at his face head, he met her smiling gaze.
furiously, determined to remove any evidence of his tears. His face was now red “Granger,” he warned. “Don’t look at me like that. It wasn’t like I-
and sore, but at least it wasn’t wet. “You saved Fred’s life?”
He didn’t want anyone else but Granger to know. “Technically, yes, but I-
She’d left him alone for the moment, trying to find Potter and also get some tea She cut him off with a swift kiss, pressing her hands against his cheeks and dig-
to, as she put it, “make him feel better”, but he wished she’d stayed. He hadn’t asked ging her lips into his rather forcefully. Exhaling into his mouth, she seemed to re-
her to, but he wished she’d stayed. He thought too much when he was alone, and lease all of her anguish into him, and he thought he felt her lips sway into a small,
none of his thoughts were comforting. He would prefer not to think at all. relieved grin against his own.
“Draco,” said Blaise. “Did you hear me? Do you want to help me carry Theo?” It was one of those need kisses; all about how hard you can push your face into
He nodded, not trusting his voice. Following Blaise, he returned to the same spot someone else’s face, and hold them as tight as you can without breaking them or
in which he’d watched Theo die, and Theo was still there; bloody, ashen, and unmov- yourself. One of those kisses that hurt, but you do it anyway because it’s a good kind
ing. Miles, Tracy, and Millicent were still stood nearby, sullenly shifting their weight, of hurt. The kind of kiss that reminds you you’re human.
uncertain what to do. Someone had clearly moved Theo; his body was straight and She pulled away, but kept him close, resting her forehead against his.
flat on the cold floor, his head resting on Miles’ blood and ash-stained jumper. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Draco’s footsteps faltered and he inhaled sharply, fighting very hard to keep his “What for?”

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 “I’m not even sure. Just...being here, I guess. Being here with me.” She was warm, and soothing, and calming, each glide of her fingers like a seda-
Her tone was scratchy and broken, like she was crying, but he couldn’t find any tive. Her breath kissed his face, tingling and cooling, and he felt all that hot, volatile
tears falling down her face. He frowned at her, stroking her arms with his fingertips. anger slowly seep out of him, but it was replaced with something so much worse:
“Where else would I be?” grief. He knew how to cope with anger, but grief was completely different and a
He wasn’t sure why, but his response apparently pleased her; the muscles in her complete stranger to him. An invasive stranger, and it felt like it was swallowing
face seemed to soften and she gripped his hands tight, stabbing his palms with her him whole.
fingernails. Her smile stretched up her cheeks before she kissed him again; just a “Is this what it feels like?” he asked, his voice quiet now. “Is this...what it feel like
brief, sweet kiss to seal the sentiment. Again, he was aware of a few nearby to lose someone?”
Gryffindors and Ravenclaws firing confused glances their way, but he really didn’t “Yes,” she replied, still touching his face. “This is what it feels like.”
care. Not in the slightest. In all honesty, he was just relieved to see her being...her “When does it stop?”
again. There was still sadness folded in between each line of her face, but at least Hermione sighed and leaned up on her tip-toes, kissing his unresponsive mouth
she wasn’t completely and utterly consumed by her grief anymore. At least she was with her frowning lips. When she pulled back, she said, “I’m not sure it does stop, Draco.”
animated and speaking again. At least she was...present. Her words smacked him right between the eyes and his head started to hurt.
Severing their eye contact, Hermione swept her eyes over the Great Hall, drink- There was a pounding at the back of his eye sockets, making his eyes water, or
ing in the mess and madness of it all. Her gaze returned to the fatality line, and maybe it was the water in his eyes that was making his head pound. Either way, they
Draco watched her face closely, half-expecting her to revert back into herself when were coming. Tears. Stupid fucking tears. And, Merlin, they were burning, trying
she found Tonks. But the longer he looked at her, the more he thought that her to force their way out. Lowering his attention to the floor, he closed his eyes, des-
expression actually looked somewhere between contemplative and conflicted, like perate to force them back inside, or at least hide them.
she was seeing the chaotic room for the first time and trying to process it all with “Draco,” said Hermione, tilting his chin again.”If you want to cry, just cry.”
the logical side of her brain. “I will not fucking cry,” he growled, keeping his eyes shut. “What does it ac-
“Do you think we can win?” she asked suddenly. complish?”
“Granger,” he said carefully. “You know I’m not the best person to answer “Absolutely nothing. But lots of people cry when they lose someone. There’s
that question.” no shame in it.”
“I’d still like you to. Please.” He briefly wondered why Granger wasn’t telling him that everything would be
Hesitating to respond, he sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t know, Granger. okay, but he was glad she wasn’t. He didn’t think he could bear that. He wanted her
It’s not looking great. That being said, Weasley and I just had an almost civil ex- words to mean something. He wanted her honesty. He wanted her experience, be-
change, so perhaps anything’s possible. Maybe if they...” His voice faded out when cause this was all new to him, and he didn’t know what to do.
realised she was smiling at him. “What?” Inhaling sharply through his nose, Draco could honestly say he fought with eve-
“I expected you to just say no,” she said. “Some of your cynicism seems to rything he had to prevent the tears from falling. His mistake was opening his eyes
have melted away.” and looking at Granger. Had he resisted doing that, he might have saved himself
His mouth twitched into a half-there grin. “Well, we can indisputably blame some dignity.
you for that.” “I won’t tell anyone,” whispered Hermione. “If you need to cry because your
She smiled, breathed out, and leaned her head against his shoulder. He felt ra- friend died, then cry.”
ther than saw some of the tension seep out of her muscles as he turned his head to And it just burst out of him. He buried his face in Hermione’s shoulder and
kiss her temple, leaving his lips to remain against the soft skin by her hairline. Draco coughed it all out like a sobbing, frightened little boy. He cried for the war. He cried
decided both of them needed this; just a stolen moment of peace to rejuvenate and for Granger and himself, because they were here, watching people die. He cried for
calm the thoughts pounding in their heads. his father, because he didn’t know if he had a father anymore. But he cried most for
Even when a distant voice shouted, “We’ve found a survivor!” Draco didn’t Theo. He cried for his absence. He cried for the faceless hole.
move. He barely acknowledged it. Similar declarations had been echoing around He cried until he stopped, but Theo was still dead.
the room every five minutes or so, and were as normal to him now as the sound of It had accomplished nothing.
the wind. The familiar sounds of a commotion (as people rushed forward to see

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 “Get off me!” he yelled, refusing to turn and look at her. “Let me go!” who had been recovered) drifted up from the front of the Great Hall to the back,
“Where are you even going? Don’t tell me you’re thinking about going into the where he and Granger were seated, but still; neither of them lifted their heads.
forest and finding the Death Eaters.” It was only when Draco thought he heard someone calling his name that he
Was he? He wasn’t even sure himself. glanced towards the far side of the hall.
“I don’t know! I need to get the fuck away! I need to...I need to do something!” He caught sight of Millicent rushing by, shoving aside the people in her way to
“Draco, look at me!” she shouted. He didn’t. “I said look at me!” get to the line for the wounded. A small cluster of five or six people seemed to be
When he still refused, she he yanked his elbow again with surprising strength, crowding around something there, and among them he could see Madam Pomfrey,
twisting his body around, and then she grabbed his face, forcing it to angle towards Miles, and Tracy, all shifting and fidgeting restlessly.
hers. She held him there, her fingers digging painfully into his chin, but he didn’t care. Something felt wrong; something was wrong, and suddenly his instincts were
Keeping his eyes low, he realised just how shallow and erratic his breathing pattern on fire. Uncertain why, but feeling the urge to do so, he scanned the room for Blaise
was, and he doubted his sprint was solely to blame. No, it was something else entirely. as dread welled up inside of him, unable to find his friend anywhere.
It was rage. He could feel it in his expression, in his blood, everywhere. He felt like he He heard his name being shouted again — “Draco!” — and he recognised
was flammable, and he was simply waiting for something to provide a flame. Blaise’s voice, coming from where the others were gathered. The panic was so loud
“Get off me,” he ground out between his clenched teeth. and raw in Blaise’s tone that Draco felt like it rocketed across the room and smacked
“Draco, talk to me. I understand.” into him, until all he could feel was panic, too. A cold and cruel shiver of compre-
“That’s the fucking problem!” he barked, batting away the hand holding his hension shot down his spine and he jolted out of his seat, straining his eyes across
face. “Everyone understands! Everyone here has lost someone! Perhaps more than the hall to try and see what had his fellow Slytherins so rattled, although he thought
one person! And that means no one understands!” he already knew.
“What do you mean?” she asked. “Draco,” said Hermione, standing up beside him and trying to follow his line of
“How many friends have you lost today, Granger? Ten? Twenty?” He shook his sight. “What is it?”
head furiously. “I can count the number of people I give a shit about on one hand! He didn’t hear her, but he unintentionally answered her question anyway; he mut-
That’s all I have! That’s all I’ll ever have! And now one of them is gone!” He paused tered one name to himself so quietly that it sounded more like a breath than a word.
and clenched his eyes shut. “He’s gone. He’s just...gone.” “Theo.”
“I’m sorry Theo died,” said Hermione. “I’m sorry your friend died, Draco.” Blaise’s booming voice reached him again. “Draco!”
Something about her words weakened him, like they’d punched him in the gut His body dashed forward before his mind even told it to do so, like two strong,
and abandoned him on the floor. It all caught up to him then. The lack of sleep, the invisible hands had pushed him towards the other side of the Great Hall. Heat rushed
fighting, the stress...all of it. He was tried. He was just so bloody tired. In the past to his head. Swarming. Sweat was pooling on his back and blood was pumping eve-
few hours, he had felt too many things; from elation when he’d found Granger, to rywhere else. His heart was hammering so fiercely, so wildly, that he could feel the
complete and utter devastation barely two minutes ago, and every other conceiva- beats in his toes. Thumping. Drumming. He felt sick with fear and concern; could
ble emotion in between. He’d experienced them all, and he felt burdened by them, actually taste vomit on the back of his tongue, scorching his taste buds and nostrils.
like he could actually feel the weight of them pressing down on him. Don’t be Theo, don’t be Theo, don’t be Theo.
He was exhausted. Exhausted from experiencing too many emotions and hav- He thrust himself into the crowd, surging forward like a wrecking ball and
ing to carry on with all of this. knocking two Hufflepuffs to the ground. Behind him, Hermione was shouting
He finally glanced at Granger, and he didn’t know if he wanted to lock her in questions, but he just kept on running, whipping around the obstacles in his path
his arms or run in the opposite direction. So he did neither. He stayed where he as fast as he could. The Great Hall felt longer than it had ever felt, seemingly stretch-
was. He could feel her concerned eyes on him, studying him closely before she ing on for miles.
began to approach him, her movements slow and cautious. When she was close Please don’t be Theo.
enough, she reached up and touched his face, gently brushing her fingers against Why wasn’t Blaise calling his name anymore? What had changed?
the ridges of his cheekbones, stroking her thumbs across his lips. He didn’t re- He was almost there, but he didn’t slow down. He couldn’t slow down. He was
spond in any way. He just let her touch him, feeling every feather-soft graze of too frantic. Too urgent. Too fucking frightened of what he might find.
her skin against his. When he reached the huddled group of his fellow Slytherins, he skidded to a

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graceless halt, crashing into Miles and Millicent. Elbowing them aside, his eyes “A j-joke?” he whispered. “Here’s one: Th-there were three Slytherins... Three
dropped to the floor, and then he lost his balance, staggering back two steps when f-fucked up Slytherins. The first f-fell in love with...with the Gryffindor’s P-Princess
the full extent of the damage registered. Miles reached out to steady him, but he and became g-good. The second fell in l-love with Ravenclaw’s An-Angel and be-
was oblivious to it; his attention was completely focused on the scene before him, came good, t-too. The third...the third did...n-nothing...b-but...but he tried...”
absorbing it all in stages. Slowly. Disbelievingly. In shock. He wasn’t even sure There was a prolonged moment of stillness and silence, and then Theo’s head
where to begin. lolled lifelessly to the side, hanging over Blaise’s arm. His hair fell across his fore-
The reason he’d been unable to locate Blaise in the Great Hall was because he head, partially shielding his open eyes as they stared at nothing. The only thing that
was on his knees. On Blaise’s lap rested Theo’s head, tipping to the side and so mis- seemed to move at all was the blood still dribbling down Theo’s chin, slithering
shapen that Draco initially thought it didn’t look like Theo at all. But perhaps he down his throat before gathering in the hollow of his collarbone.
could blame that on denial. Or hope. Weren’t they the same thing anyway? But the rest of Theo was completely still. Locked in time. Dead.
Theo’s face was a colourful, broken mess. Both of his eyes were swollen, bulging Dead.
out of their sockets and bruised a deep shade of purple with spots of sickly yellow Draco sat on the cold floor, gawping at Theo, waiting for him to blink and say
at the edges. One of his ears was bleeding, the blood trickling into his hair and down something like, “Did I fool you?” or “You two should see your faces.” But nothing
the side of his face. There was blood dribbling from his mouth, too, and his lips happened. Nothing. And then, as Draco slowly began to grasp the reality of what
were bared, displaying red-stained teeth; too dark and too thick to simply be from had happened, he realised that Theo would never do anything again, and for some
a split lip. Scratches and bruises decorated his skin like morbid scribbles and ink- reason, that thought killed Draco.
blots, slicing into his lifeless expression, and he was so pale he was almost blue. Theo would never be there again. He wouldn’t be anywhere. There would just
Theo’s body was in a similar state; all scarred, battered, and beaten. Gashes and be a space occupied by his absence. Just a hole without a voice, or a face, or fucking
grazes marred every inch of exposed flesh, mingling with more bruises, but they anything signature to Theo. Theo was gone. Permanently. Always. And something
weren’t what alarmed Draco most. The bottom half of Theo’s once white shirt was in Draco snapped.
drenched with blood. Completely sodden and saturated, and so...red. Dark red. Al- As Blaise gathered Theo’s body close to his chest and bowed his head, Draco
most brown, like rust. shot up to his feet, charging out of the Great Hall. The world was a cruel blur around
The obvious source was a thick and long wound near Theo’s stomach, visible him, carrying on like nothing had changed, even though everything had changed.
through the tear in his shirt, and Draco couldn’t stop staring at it. It appeared to Everything had gone so horribly wrong. Everything was broken.
gape back at him, all wet and oozing, and so, so bad. The longer Draco looked at it, He burst into a sprint, rushing by Wood and Longbottom, hauling in another
the slower everything else seemed to get; the people around him, the sounds, his corpse. The corridor felt like a vacuum; airless and empty. He couldn’t breathe, but
heartbeat. He felt trapped by it. Stuck in a moment as realisation slowly seeped in, he kept running. At some point, he must have removed Andromeda’s wand from
his brain refusing to function until he’d processed it all. his pocket because it was clutched tightly in his fist, ready and waiting. For what,
And when it finally sank in — when he understood — he felt scared. Scared and angry. he didn’t know.
Scared because didn’t know what to do, and angry because he didn’t think there “Draco!”
was anything he could do. Granger’s voice, but he didn’t stop. He tried to go faster when he realised her
Everything shifted back into motion. Everything carried on. Draco’s heartbeat thudding footfalls were catching up to his. He didn’t want her to reach him. She
accelerated, roaring in his ribcage now, thumping so fast it felt like it might force would stop him from doing something stupid, but he needed to do something stu-
its way out of his mouth. The last time he’d felt like this was when he’d seen Granger pid right now. He needed to break something. He needed to watch something ex-
after she’d been tortured by Bellatrix; that sick feeling of helplessness. plode. He needed a fucking orchestra of chaos to drown out the chaos in his head.
Reaching out, he placed his hand on Theo’s arm, grimacing when he registered “Draco!”
how cold Theo’s skin felt beneath his fingertips. In an almost childish manner, he Shit, she was getting closer. On any other day, he would have easily outran her
nudged his friend, waiting for a reaction that never came. with his long strides, but he was disorientated and breathless. He kept going, ignor-
“Theo,” he said, but his voice came out so much quieter than he’d intended. ing the ache in his limbs, but then he felt a hand latch onto his elbow and pull him
He tried again. “Theo.” backwards, slowing him down. He tried to shake her off, but her grip was firm.
Nothing. “Draco, stop!” demanded Hermione. “What are you doing?”

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 Draco shifted closer again, carefully placing his hand on Theo’s shoulder. He flinched when a warm hand settled on his back between his shoulder blades.
“Does it hurt?” He didn’t need to look to know it was Granger, and she was speaking to him, but
“No,” said Theo, stifling a whimper. “No, no. It doesn’t h-hurt. Just... tired really.” he didn’t hear a word of it. Finally ripping his eyes away from Theo’s wound, he
Theo blinked heavily, and when he reopened his eyes, they were round and ter- turned to Blaise, who was holding Theo’s head in his lap with such care and caution,
rified, like he’d finally grasped the severity of his condition. His hands shot out, like an egg that was already cracked. His normally calm expression was scrunched
grasping the scruff of Blaise’s shirt with clawing, desperate fingers. His breathing up with desperation and fear, and never, ever could Draco recall a time when Blaise
accelerated, leaving him in fast, irregular gasps, and he began to cry. Tears poured had looked so lost. So terrified. And that made it so much worse.
down his face in streams, splashing against Blaise’s knees. Because Blaise was the logical one in their dysfunctional Slytherin trio. The
“P-please don’t let them bury me with my father,” he begged, his voice small soothing voice of reason. If Blaise was panicking, then there was good reason to
and broken now. “N-not with any of my family. Please.” panic. If Blaise was scared, the whole world should be scared, too.
Blaise adjusted himself, cradling Theo’s head in the crook of his arm, his face Draco carried on staring at him, trying to focus on the words coming out of his
softer now. “Okay. Shh, calm down. It’ll be okay.” mouth. Blaise was speaking — or rather pleading — with Madam Pomfrey, who
“Please ask ‘Dromeda if I... if I can be buried by T-Ted. I think sh-she’d be okay was stood nearby, looking completely overwhelmed and flustered, still sporting
with that. You think she would b-be okay with that?” bloodstains on her face and clothes. Willing his head to steady itself, Draco forced
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” nodded Blaise. away the static muffling his ears and concentrated hard on their voices.
“You p-promise me you’ll ask.” “...internal damage, Mr Zabini. The loss of blood-
“I promise.” “You must be able to so something!” he shouted. “The potions-
Theo made an awful groaning sound deep in his chest, but he pushed past it and “Even if I had any potions, it’s unlikely...” She sighed. “It’s too late. He has...
tugged at Blaise’s shirt again. “I-I know after our parents got married, we refused to minutes. Perhaps an hour, tops. He’s dying-
call ourselves b-brothers, but you were the closest fucking thing I ever had to one.” “And you’re doing nothing about it!”
“I know,” sighed Blaise. “There is nothing I can do. I’m sorry.” And she really was sorry, but apologies
“E-even if you are a dick.” can only do so much. Sometimes they do nothing at all.
Draco wasn’t sure if Blaise laughed, or sobbed, or both to that last comment. Draco watched the exchange mutely, wanting to contribute, but unable to. Rel-
“Draco,” said Theo, twisting his head. “I’m glad you...you’re not a Death Eater evant and syntactical sentences refused to form in his head or on his tongue. Only
prick trying to k-kill us all. I’m glad you sorted your... yourself out. I’m g-glad idle words seemed to register, like dying, and pain, and Theo, Theo, Theo. Draco’s
we’re...we’re...” hands began to shake.
“Friends,” supplied Draco. “Fuck you and your apology!” snarled Blaise. “You call yourself a Mediwitch?”
“S-something like that, yeah.” “Blaise,” whispered Lovegood. “It’s not her fault.”
Draco shut his eyes; he was doing everything in his power to keep himself con- “I’m not saying it is, but she should be able to help! That’s your job! What the
tained and composed, but it was difficult. This was the first time he’d ever really hell is the point in you being in here if you can’t help?”
lost somebody he considered... significant, and the weight in his chest was devas- “I’m doing what I can, Mr Zabini-
tatingly heavy and so uncomfortably swollen that it was pushing up into his throat, “Well, it’s not fucking good enough!”
strangling him. Restricting him. Something was in his eyes; tears or sweat, he wasn’t Pomfrey closed her eyes and massaged the bridge of her nose. “Mr Zabini, I am
sure, but they were stinging like hell. Burning. sorry. I really am. There is nothing that can be done. If it’s any comfort, he will
Theo released a long breath and leaned back into Blaise’s lap, his lids drooping. probably remain unconscious and pass away peacefully.”
“P-proper tired now.” “Just go away,” said Blaise, his tone defeated. “Just leave us alone.”
“No, wait!” yelled Draco. “Hang on for a bit. Maybe when the potions... Some- With a final apology muttered under her breath, the aging Matron left the
thing might work.” Slytherins alone, heading over to another victim. Blaise heaved in a shuddering
“No, I think I’m d-done. Think it’s just going to ha-happen now.” breath and then shifted his dark, sunken eyes to Draco, opening his mouth to say
“No, no, no, Theo, just hold on. Come on, mate. Tell us some shit jokes or something. Draco’s lips were slightly agape, too, ready with hundreds of questions,
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 “Sh-shows what she fucking knows.” “Theo,” tried Draco. “Stop it.”
Everyone looked down at Theo as he slowly peeled back his lids, his eyes nar- He was still smirking. “F-fucking hell, you pair are miserable. Who died?”
row, weak slits, peering up at them from the floor. He swallowed and then choked, A brief, but very present silence fell upon their little group like a wet blanket;
more blood leaking out of his mouth and spilling down his chin. His breathing heavy and suffocating. Draco felt Granger’s hand press harder against his back, rub-
was uneven, wheezing with every inhale, and his chest bobbed up and down with bing her thumb over one of the dents of his spine, futilely trying to soothe him. He
unhealthy jerks. didn’t respond to the gesture. He was too trapped by the silence and the situation,
“Remain uncon-unconscious, my arse,” he stuttered. “McGonagall better anxious to escape one or both of them, but uncertain how. He didn’t know what he
dock her p-pay.” could say, what he should say, or if he should say anything at all. Apparently Blaise
“Theo,” said Draco, moving closer. “Theo, you okay?” was also at a loss because his lips formed around various words, but none left him,
It was a stupid question, but Draco didn’t realise how stupid it was until it was and his eyes darted from Theo’s face to his wound, wide and petrified, like a child.
out there. But it was Lovegood who kicked aside the silence. Leaning forward so she could
“Oh, yeah,” replied Theo, still managing to sound sarcastic. “Bloody sp-spiffing.” better see Theo, her expression remained distant and her tone naive as she spoke.
Horror flashed across Blaise’s features. “Theo, did you hear what else Pomfrey said?” “Are you scared?” she asked, sounding so eerily innocent.
“About me dying? Yeah, th-that part was pretty loud and clear.” He somehow The mirth drained away from Theo’s expression like rain skimming down a
managed to tweak his mouth into a pathetic smirk. “F-fucking typical that I have window pane. He looked grave now; his brow furrowed and the muscles in his jaw
to look at your two ugly faces on my deathbed.” fixed and tense.
“Now is not the time your sodding jokes, Theo!” blurted Blaise, suddenly furi- “N-no. No, I’m not scared.”
ous. “You’re fucking dying! Do you understand that?” Luna frowned. “Why not?”
“T-technically, we’re all dying,” he said, somehow nonchalantly. “I’m just going “I’m just d-done,” said Theo, feebly shaking his head Blaise’s lap. “I’m just...
to b-beat you all to the finish line, which is p-pretty decent considering I’ve never just sick of it.”
won anything before. D-do you think I’ll get a medal?” “Sick of what?” asked Draco.
“Stop it!” spat Blaise, and his tone reminded Draco of the day Blaise had de- “Of this... this p-pathetic excuse for a life. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of being un-
stroyed apple trees when Lovegood had been missing; rage and grief intertwined. happy, but doing nothing to try and be ha-happy. I’m sick of crying out for help
“Stop trying to be fucking funny! This is not funny!” and then rejecting anyone who t-tries to help me. I’m sick of w-wanting things and
“Blaise,” Luna interjected. “Calm down.” doing nothing to get them. I’m sick of feeling dis-disappointed, and I’m sick of be-
“No, I will not calm down!” He glared sadly at Theo. “Didn’t I tell you? Didn’t ing a disappointment. I’m sick of not feeling passionate, or excited, or f-fucking
I tell you not to go after your father? Didn’t I- anything about anything. I’m sick of being angry, and af-afraid, and sad. I’m sick
“I k-killed my father. My father didn’t do this to me.” He tilted his head to re- of pretending that I’m okay. I’m sick of pretending that I un-understand. I’m just
gard Draco. “Yours did.” s-sick of it all, because all of it’s nothing. And it’s my fault it’s nothing.”
Draco thought he was going be sick. His body rocked forward a little and his “Your fault?” echoed Blaise. “What do you mean?”
spine went so stiff he thought it might fracture, or snap, or whatever it is spines do. “It’s like... my life is this c-cage, and from my cage I can see you all being happy,
Balling his hands into tight fists and trying to contain his temper, he glanced down and living, and just being...n-normal. I just sit in my cage and watch you... wonder-
at Theo’s abdominal wound again and smothered a gag. ing what it’s like. And every now and then, someone will hand me a k-key to unlock
“My father did this to you?” my cage, but I never do. Because it’s my cage. Even though I detest it, it’s mine. And
“D-don’t get all fucked up about it. I think it was...I think it was an accident. I people keep giving me keys, and I keep throwing...throwing them away. I’ll always
heard him cast a spell, and I think it got d-deflected. The wall fell...” He choked throw them away, and I don’t even know why.” He coughed, spraying blood across
again, but he tried to cover it with a grin. “There go my d-dreams of becoming a Blaise’s shirt. “Th-there’s your speech, arseholes.”
river dance champion.” One small, stubborn tear slid down Blaise’s cheek. “You had us.”
“Theo, stop it,” hissed out Blaise. “You shouldn’t be making jokes about this.” “N-not enough,” sputtered Theo, his voice weaker. “N-needed more. Needed
“Were you expecting some dramatic and touching last words?” he asked. “Be- my own reason... Never got it. N-never close.”
cause I-I left my speech in my other pocket. Not my l-lucky day, apparently.”

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been here as the third member of their conflicted and complicated Slytherin trio. certain sense of clarity to the crispness of the atmosphere, but there was no comfort
He should have been here as their friend. in it. None at all.
Hermione nudged him, and he looked down into her wide, worried eyes. As she side-stepped a piece of rubble, someone shouted out, “Look over there!”
“This is it,” she said. and silence swept across their group as everyone stretched their vision to the far
“Yes.” side of the bridge. From the dark clothes, Hermione knew it was the Death Eater
He didn’t know what else to say. All words suddenly seemed obsolete. Army and she could just make out the distant hum of their trampling feet. Behind
Instead he looked where everyone else was looking: the centre of the room, them, four or five giants followed, their footsteps pounding against the ground and
where Potter and Voldemort were circling each other like impatient, hungry making it tremble. But among the Death Eaters, a figure stood higher than the rest,
wolves. They were speaking to each other; Potter sneered his words through gritted sticking out of the throng, and Hermione recognised Hagrid’s height and the sil-
teeth, and Voldemort hissed his words back, spitting a little with each syllable. De- houette of his wild hair. The Death Eaters drew closer and then she could see Ha-
spite the steadfast silence of everyone else in the Great Hall and their proximity to grid was carry something — no — someone in his arms.
Potter and Voldemort, Draco strained to hear their exchange. Some words and “No!” screamed McGonagall, and it was only then that Hermione realised her
phrases got lost amongst Hogwarts’ tumbled columns, but, for the most part, he fears had been confirmed.
could hear their heated quarrel. Ginny called out. Then Ron. Then her own scream tore out of her throat like
“You will not kill anyone else tonight!” shouted Potter. “It’s over, Riddle! All cutting knives.
your Horcruxes have been destroyed.” “Harry!”
“You think yourself stronger than me?” taunted Voldemort. “You think you Her body lunged forward, but she barely made it two steps before a steel arm
alone can protect these fools?” clamped around her waist and prevented her. She was yanked backwards, colliding
‘‘I already have! My love for them protects them from you, just as my mother’s with Draco’s strong chest. She struggled in his hold, but then she felt his lips press
love protected me!” against her ear.
Voldemort snorted and grinned a vile grin. “Love? Love? Did Dumbledore im- “Calm down,” he whispered. “Keep yourself steady, remember?”
plant these ridiculous ideas into your simple head?” “He’s my b-best friend!” she sputtered, trying to break free from his hold. “They
“Why do you think none of your spells have been working? My love shields them!” killed him!”
Draco felt Hermione’s hand slip into his. “I know you want revenge, but this is not the time-
“You think your pathetic concept of love is stronger than me?” jeered Volde- “They killed him!”
mort. “You think you are stronger than me? I am the most powerful wizard that “And they will kill you if you charge at them now,” he hissed quietly, still re-
has ever lived.” straining her. He wondered briefly if he might be hurting her, but he refused to
Harry shook his head. “Dumbledore was stronger than you.” slacken his grip. “They will kill you. And what the hell would I do then? What the
“I brought about his death!” hell would I do without you? I did not come here to watch you commit suicide.”
“No you didn’t,’’ said Harry calmly. “You’re wrong. You think Snape was “But I... they-
working for you, that he killed Dumbledore for you, but you’re wrong. Snape was “They killed my friend, too, Granger. And you stopped me from doing some-
on our side.” thing stupid. You can fight me all you like, but I am not letting you go. Would you
A burst of gasps echoed around the crowd. have let me go?”
“You think you and Snape planned Dumbledore’s death, but they had planned Hermione stopped struggling and bowed her head, watching her tears fall and
it between them long before. The moment you threatened my mother he became turn patches of the dirt darker. She sucked the smoky air in through her teeth and
Dumbledore’s spy because he loved her.” forced tension into her muscles. The grief she felt was suffocating and she strug-
Voldemort scoffed. “Snape had nothing more than a fleeting desire for your gled to catch her breath, but, slowly, she gathered her wits together and straight-
mudblood mother.” ened her posture.
Draco scowled. It was strange how that word infuriated him now. “Okay,” she said, swallowing back the knot on her throat. “Okay, I... I won’t do
“That’s what Snape wanted you to think,” continued Harry. “But he loved her, anything. Not yet.”
and he sided with Dumbledore. So when Snape killed Dumbledore, it was

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 “Not yet,” echoed Draco, hesitantly unwinding his arm from around her waist, “What?”
but he guided her to stand at his side, watching her closely. “Harry’s confronting Voldemort,” she said, squirming impatiently in his arms.
As Hermione came back to reality, she realised Dumbledore’s Army was shout- “Put me down, please. We need to get closer. I need to see what’s happening.”
ing now, hurling abuse at Voldemort and the Death Eaters, who had spread out Draco lowered her to the floor and the moment her feet landed on solid ground
into a line. The roars of outrage echoed across Hogwarts’ grounds, coming back she pulled his elbow, dragging him forward and meandering them through the oth-
louder and angrier. The castle itself seemed to quake with their incensed voices. ers trying to witness what was taking place. Limping due to the lingering pain still
“SILENCE!” bellowed Voldemort. He raised his wand and there was a blinding throbbing in his ankle, he struggled to keep up with his lover as she pulled him this
flash of light and a crash of noise. way and that, colliding with several people along the way. But it was working; they
Their mouths continued to move, but only the faintest of hushed murmurs were getting closer and Draco could hear the raised voices of Potter and Voldemort
pushed past their lips. They watched on with furious eyes as Voldemort ordered as the crowd hushed to listen.
Hagrid to place Harry on the floor at his feet. All of Hermione’s grief was forgotten “Hermione, over here!”
and in its place came this fiery, hot rage. Ron ushered them over to a platform of debris near the centre of the Great Hall
“You see?” said Voldemort. “Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, de- where he, Neville Ginny, Luna, and Blaise were all perched, watching the scene
luded ones? He was from their slightly elevated vantage point. Climbing up the fallen bricks and crum-
nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!” bled parapets, she still clutched Draco’s hand, practically yanking him up there with
“He beat you!” yelled Ron, the silencing spell broken, but Voldemort repeated her, stumbling with her desperation to see the exchange between Harry and Volde-
it and shut them all up again, encasing them in a barrier. mort, and, inevitably, the outcome of the War.
Suddenly, Hermione was aware of Lucius and Narcissa pushing past the other She knew this was it. The climax. The final battle. Everything that they had been
Death Eaters to the front of the line, stopping not too far from Voldemort. Snap- fighting for would be decided now by her seventeen-year-old best friend and this
ping her eyes Draco, she knew he was watching them. He was completely trans- clash with one of the most dangerously powerful wizards that had ever lived. She’d
fixed on them; his lips pursed and his eyebrows low. To anyone else who thought never been more terrified and excited.
to look, Draco appeared poised and collected, but she could see the trepidation As Hermione and Draco found their balance atop a stable stack of stone beside
clouding his eyes. Ron and the others, Draco scanned the area and did a double-take when he spotted
On the other side of the courtyard, Lucius seemed to whisper Draco’s name to his mother comfortably standing beside Molly Weasley and McGonagall. He
himself, but Voldemort must have heard because he glanced back at his ally and thought back to his encounter with Snape, remembering his disclosure about his
then scanned Dumbledore’s Army until his cold, serpentine eyes settled on Draco. mother helping the Order, and he wondered if McGonagall had known. Another
Something dark and unsettling crawled its way up Draco’s spine as Voldemort’s question to add to his list that he would ask if they won the war.
mouth stretched into a crooked, evil grin, but he tilted his chin high, defiantly. He Where was Snape? Surely he would be here, just like everyone else.
was determined to confront the man who had wanted him dead with some sem- Sweeping his eyes across the hall, he caught sight of Miles, Millicent, and Tracey,
blance of pride. huddled amongst a group of Hufflepuffs. All seemed fine, which was good. Miles
“Well, well,” sneered Voldemort. “Look who came back from the dead. The caught his eye and dipped his head with acknowledgement, but Draco could detect
young Draco Malfoy.” his nerves despite the distance between them. The girls looked nervous, too. He
Draco could feel everyone’s eyes on him, Death Eaters and Dumbledore’s Army, wondered if any of the masked Death Eaters hovering on the other side of the room
but he kept staring ahead, flicking his glare between Voldemort and his father, try- were their parents, or if any of his fellow Slytherins had suffered a similar confron-
ing to gauge the latter’s temperament. Granger had been right when she had spoken tation to the one he’d had with Lucius.
of his parents back at Tonks’ house; Lucius looked fragile and withered, evidently Draco thought of Theo then, who he knew had indeed had a confrontation with
suffering the toxic effects of torture. He had aged a decade in the year Draco had not only his father, but Lucius, too.
been apart from him. Theo should have been here.
But. Theo should have been standing up on this rostrum of rubble with him and
But Draco could tell his father wasn’t as mentally damaged as he’d assumed he Blaise. He should have been cracking inappropriate and ill-timed jokes. He
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 would be. There was still arrogance in his stance, a certain stoicism in his expres-
sion, and, most importantly, there was awareness in his eyes. Lucius knew where
he was and what he was doing, which meant whatever he chose to do (once Draco
revealed his loyalties laid with Granger and the Order) was his decision, and it
would be a decision made with a sane mind. And that made it so much worse.
As Lucius studied him from the Death Eaters’ line, Draco searched him for any
indication of concern, relief, or the slightest hint of paternal compassion, but he
found none. All he could identify in the familiar face, so similar to his own, was an
odd combination of suspicion and displeasure.
POWER “You appear to be confused, young Malfoy! You’re on the wrong side!” mocked
Voldemort, drawing Draco’s attention back to him. “Come now. I will not harm
you. You have my word. Come join your parents and stand where you belong.”
Draco didn’t move an inch, but he felt Hermione’s trembling hand swiftly grasp
his and clutch it so tightly that he heard his knuckles crack. Twisting his head, he
met her worried, questioning eyes and he frowned down at her, half offended and
half bewildered as her fingers gripped even tighter into his hand, crushing it.
“Did you honestly think I would leave now?” he asked, his voice hushed because
of Voldemort’s spell.
AT THE MENTION OF HER BEST FRIEND’S NAME, HERMIONE’S HEART She dragged her teeth across her bottom lip. “Perhaps I just needed to hold
soared up into her throat. The cheers of the crowd grew louder, and all the while your hand.”
she could hear people saying Harry’s name, reaffirming that he was alive. She A small, barely-there smile twitched at the corners of his mouth before he low-
craned her neck and leaned forward on the tips of her toes, trying to see over the ered his head to peck a brief kiss against her lips. A quiet murmuring of surprise
horde and follow their eyes to the commotion at the centre of the Great Hall, but it and approval rippled across the crowd, but Draco didn’t hear it as he squeezed Her-
was futile. All she could see were the heads and shoulders of everyone else, blocking mione’s hand back. Reluctantly, he returned his attention to his father, who looked
her view like a barricade of bodies. She cursed her short stature. ready to split in half with shock and indignation. The sly grin on Voldemort’s face
“I can see him,” said Draco beside her. “I can see Potter.” stretched a little and he cocked his head to eye Lucius with amusement.
Hermione’s eyes darted to him. “You can? He’s alive?” “It would appear your son has made some new friends, Lucius! Mudbloods and
“Yes,” he nodded, and then he turned to her with the slightest of smiles. “I told Blood Traitors!”
you he was immortal.” Draco stared hard at his father, so hard he thought his eyes might bleed.
“Oh my God. Really? He’s really there?” Shaking his head, Lucius’ expression shriveled up into harsh scowl, his teeth
“Come here, short arse.” Tugging her close, he wrapped his arms around her bared with disgust. “He is no son of mine,” he spat. “Blood Traitor.”
hips and lifted her off the ground. “See him now?” Draco felt something in his chest shatter. That final, fighting delusion that his
“Yes!” she gasped. “Yes, I see him!” father just might accept his relationship with Granger gave way like a wall that had
Draco didn’t really understand why he suddenly felt relieved and almost been crumbling for years. And it wasn’t just his relationship with Granger that Lu-
pleased, but he decided it was because she looked happy. And when Granger was cius was refusing to accept. Draco knew that his father — his own flesh and blood
happy, she glowed. It touched everything close to her, like the heat of sunrays, and — was denying him.
he inevitably felt her warmth. The new him.
Glancing to the side, Draco frowned when he found his mother had moved The better him.
away from his side and was meandering her way through the crowd, searching. He He forced himself not to react. He’d never cried in front of his father before and
wondered if she was looking for Lucius amongst the collection of battle-worn he’d be damned if this moment would be the tipping point. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t
witches and wizards, but Hermione spoke and he looked back to her. blink. Didn’t move. But he felt the pain and betrayal all the same. It hung,

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unexpressed, in his chest; heavy and hurting, pounding like a pendulum in his “Your mum’s amazing,” she said to Draco. “I had no idea.”
heart, but he ignored it. “Neither did I.”
“That’s that, then,” said Draco simply, feeling Hermione’s thumb rub soothing Sweat dribbled from Bellatrix’s forehead, and her look of contempt was now
circles against his hand. contorted with something that looked like terror. She knew what was coming: her
He couldn’t look at his father anymore. He thought if he did he might shout out defeat. It was just a matter of when. Hermione had no clue who cast the Killing
or his facade might falter. His eyes fell to his mother and the pain weakened slightly Curse, but a spurt of the fatal green light struck Bellatrix directly in the chest.
as he took in her softer features. Had any of the Death Eaters been paying attention Everything went still, including Bellatrix, and her eyes rolled back into her head
to Narcissa, they might’ve seen the emotion in her expression, the longing to go to before she slumped lifelessly to the ground with a blunt thump. The small crowd
her son, or her mouthing the words, “I love you” to Draco across the courtyard. But that had gathered to watch roared with success, and Molly and Narcissa dropped
no one was looking at her. Not even her own husband. their wands, sharing a brief look of mutual understanding.
Draco gave her the subtlest of nods, ensuring the gesture was hardly noticeable After Accio-ing back her own wand, Narcissa turned to Draco and Hermione
so she would remain safe and free of suspicion. For now. and approached them slowly, panting with exhaustion but holding her posture
“Yet another member of your family to turn traitor, Lucius,” goaded Volde- proudly, though Hermione could see she was slightly nervous. That aching expres-
mort. “You must be so proud.” sion of need to hold her son — Hermione remembered that same expression from
“Draco might not have his father’s pride,” said McGonagall, breaking the silenc- the Manor — was etched into Narcissa’s face, but she didn’t reach out and try to
ing spell again. “But he has our pride.” embrace him when she was close enough. She simply stood before him, staring at
Draco glanced appreciatively at the headmistress and made a mental note to him like she thought she might have forgotten something about his appearance.
express his gratitude should he survive this day. Dumbledore’s Army had begun to Hermione could feel the same faint anxious energy coming from Draco. His hands
shout out and jeer at the Death Eaters again and Voldemort paced back and forth fidgeted at his sides and his jaw was clenched with uncertainty about what to say.
a few times, frustrated about losing control. Finally, Narcissa blurted, “I am so, so sorry, Draco.”
“Enough!” yelled Voldemort, recasting the silencing spell and then pointing to His brow furrowed, confused. “What for?”
Harry’s body tauntingly. “Returning to the matter at hand, I think it’s only fair you Her eyes strayed to Hermione for a moment, but quickly returned back to her
should all know Harry Potter ran away, trying to save himself, and I...” son. “Everything.”
There was movement in the crowd; Draco and Hermione turned their heads Draco sighed deeply. “Mother, I-
just in time to see Neville burst through the magical barrier, his wand out. He barely A loud, ear-scratching scream cut him off, followed by a loud explosion. All the
made it a few feet before he was disarmed and thrown to the ground by Voldemort. heads in the room seemed to suddenly dart towards something in the centre. Her-
With her hand still tightly clasping Draco’s, Hermione listened with baited mione turned just in time to see the blinding glare of Voldemort’s blast as it tossed
breath as Bellatrix informed Voldemort of Neville’s identity, cruelly mentioning his McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley aside like ragdolls and kept spreading. Some-
parents with a callous chuckle. Neville climbed to his feet, standing courageously one cast a huge Shielding Charm to protect everyone in the hall before the spell
in the no-man’s-land between the two armies, and Draco never thought he would could reach its full ferocity, and then there was a prolonged period of silence.
find himself so impressed by something Longbottom had done. A rumble of voices rippled across the room and then someone shouted,
“You’re a pureblood,” said Voldemort, “And you show bravery and tenacity. “HARRY! IT’S HARRY!”
You would make a fine Death Eater.”
“I’ll join you when hell freezes over!” shouted Neville, and a loud cheer erupted
from Dumbledore’s Army, breaking the spell yet again.
“Very well,” said Voldemort. “Neville here is now going to demonstrate what
happens to anyone foolish enough to continue to oppose me.”
Hermione turned cold as she watched Voldemort raise his wand. Her body
rocked forward and she bents her legs, ready to sprint forward and do what she
could to help Neville. But when Voldemort flicked his wand, Neville remained un-
harmed and standing. Instead, she heard a low whistling sound, like something was

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 “NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!” flying through the air, and she could only watch with confusion as the Sorting Hat
Molly Weasley charged towards them like a robust runaway train with flushed, soared over their heads and landed in Voldemort’s hand.
shiny cheeks and a split lip. Hermione heard Draco mumble “Holy shit” behind her “There will be no more Sorting at Hogwarts,” Voldemort addressed the crowd.
and she understood his sentiment. Never had she seen Molly look so furious. She “There will be no more Houses. The emblem, shield, and colors of my noble ances-
was almost feral in appearance; a lioness protecting her cub and ready to tear off tor, Salazar Slytherin, will suffice for everyone. Won’t they, Neville Longbottom?”
the limbs of anyone who dared to challenge her. Voldemort aimed his wand at Neville then, and Hermione watched her friend’s
“Get out of the way, kids,” she ordered, levelling up to Bellatrix. “You will not back go stiff and straight. With a fording twist of his wrist, Voldemort levitated the
harm my family! Get back, kids!” Sorting Hat, and it landed on Neville’s head, almost covering his entire face.
Bellatrix was chuckling again, cruelly and mockingly. Hermione took advantage McGonagall, Dean, and Lee were slowly edging themselves forward, step by step.
of the distraction and turned to Draco, casting a hasty Ferula to bind his injured Hermione reached into her pocket to withdraw her wand and she was aware of
ankle and provide enough support for him to walk. Yanking at his shoulders, she many in both Dumbledore’s Army and the Death Eaters’ Army doing the same.
practically dragged him to his feet and pulled him back a few yards, out of the range Her hand remained fixed in Draco’s, just like the night they’d run through the
of Molly and Bellatrix. Ginny had also backed away and was now studying her Forbidden Forest before she’d sent him to Andromeda’s house. There were moon-
mother with concern, evidently wanting to interfere despite her mother’s demands shaped dents in his skin from her fingernails, but she refused to relax her grip. She
that she didn’t. knew this was the build-up to the inevitable chaos and she wanted to maintain the
The two witches began to duel, streams of angry light jetted out of their wands contact with him for as long as possible.
like wildfire. They barraged each other with curses, but it was obvious from the An eerie silence had settled in the courtyard. It was too quiet and too still; that
offset that Bellatrix was the more skilled dueller. She avoided Molly’s attacks with deceptive moment of peace before anarchy invades. Voldemort took a step forward,
such ease, taunting her opponent between each curse she fired. twisted his wand, and rendered Neville completely still with the Body-Bind Curse.
“Seven motherless children coming up!” she grinned coldly. “How will they And then, the Sorting Hat burst into flames atop Neville’s head.
cope without their dear, old, frumpy mummy?” It took approximately two seconds for Hermione to comprehend what had just
“You will stay away from my family!” retorted Molly. happened, but Neville’s scream slashed though the air like a dart, and all of
But then she stumbled, and Bellatrix fired a quick spell to knock Molly to her Dumbledore’s Army seemed to surge forward like one furious wave.
knees. Chortling with triumph, she began the incantation for the Killing Curse — But then a different sound joined the courtyard. Several different sounds, actually.
the final blow — and Ginny and Hermione both dashed forward to intervene. But A racket of new screaming voices and stamping feet echoed across Hogwarts’
they didn’t need to. Someone else cast a spell to prevent the would-be murder. grounds, coming from the boundary of the school; out of sight, but approaching
Hermione looked around for the source until her eyes settled on Narcissa, who quickly. As Hermione whipped her head around to try and establish from which
was now standing strong and clutching Andromeda’s wand in her fist. The amuse- direction the stampede was coming, she saw Grawp, trudging his way around the
ment slipped away from Bellatrix’s face when she spotted her sister, and instead a ruins trying to get to Hagrid. Voldemort’s giants howled and ran at Grawp, and
callous, merciless expression stretched out across her features. Her dark eyes shifted then Hermione heard hooves cantering across the ground, combined with the
to Andromeda’s wand and her lips peeled back in a snarl. snapping sounds of bows and the hiss of arrows soaring through the air. The cen-
“What do you intend to do with that, Cissy?” taurs aimed their arrows at the Death Eaters, and Hermione watched as four black-
“Don’t you ever threaten my son,” warned Narcissa. “Never piss off a mother.” robed figures collapsed, dead, while the others panicked and dispersed.
“Or two,” said Molly, who had quickly recovered and was back on her feet. During all of this mayhem, most of Dumbledore’s Army had stopped in their
There was a pause, the calm before the storm. Narcissa fired the first spell, and tracks. Hermione and Draco were perhaps thirty feet away from the Death Eaters
what followed was a blur of activity and a flurry of flashing lights. No more taunts — still hand in hand — watching everything unfold with wide eyes.
or chuckles spilled out of Bellatrix’s mouth as the two mothers bombarded her with Amongst the ear-shattering noise and chaos, Hermione’s attention was again
everything they had, hitting their marks. Hermione had never witnessed Narcissa drawn to Neville when he suddenly shifted, breaking the Body-Bind Curse. The Sort-
in a duel and she was in awe of her skill. She had no idea why, but she had assumed ing Hat fell from his head and Hermione squinted when something silver inside
Narcissa’s flamboyant lifestyle in an elite family would have made her lazy, but she caught the light and glistened. Now everyone seemed to be staring at Neville as he
was almost as quick and adroit as her sister. held up the Sword of Gryffindor and swiftly lunged forward, decapitating Nagini

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with such a quick slice that Hermione wondered if it had been a trick of the light. “Don’t be foolish, Draco. She wouldn’t make it two steps.”
Voldemort’s deafening cry ricocheted around Hogwarts like a siren as Nagini’s Bellatrix towered over them like a dark, dangerous thundercloud, grinning
detached head spun in the air and then landed with a thud near his feet. Enraged, down at them with such an evil aura that Hermione couldn’t suppress a shiver. She
he aimed his wand at Neville, but Hermione watched dumbfounded as the spell realised now that Bellatrix’s black robes were damp with blood and there were red
rebounded off a Shield Charm, which she knew Neville hadn’t cast himself. stains tucked underneath her fingernails. Hermione’s mind raced, desperately try-
Then Hagrid’s voice rose above the pandemonium — “HARRY. WHERE’S ing to think of a way to escape. Bellatrix’s wand was refusing to comply with any
HARRY?” offensive spells aimed at its original owner and everyone around them was too busy
Hermione’s eyes snapped to where Harry’s body had been, only to find an combating other Death Eaters to offer any assistance. Glancing at Draco, she found
empty space with no indication that he had ever been there at all. Frantically, she his expression was so much calmer than hers, but his eyes were stormy with panic.
scanned the courtyard, hunting for him amongst the scattered Death Eaters, but he She could tell by the bruise spreading out across his foot that he had hurt is ankle,
was nowhere to be seen. so running was completely out of the question.
“Where is he?” she mumbled to herself. She reached for Draco’s hand again, gave it a gentle pinch of reassurance, and
“What?” asked Draco. “Where’s who?” then got to her feet, standing protectively in front of him.
“Harry. Where is he?” “Aw,” Bellatrix cooed. “How adorable. The disgusting Mud-bitch and my dis-
Her voice was blanketed by the sounds of beating wings as Buckbeak and a flock appointing nephew.” Her features hardened like ice. “Do you really think standing
of Thestrals swooped down from the sky, pecking and kicking at the Death Eaters. in front of him will make a difference? It just means I’ll kill you first.”
A spell flew past her face, the wind of it grazing her cheek, and it jolted her back There was a rush of movement behind Hermione; Draco fired a curse, but Bel-
into action. Raising her wand, she began firing jinxes and curses at the Death Eaters, latrix blocked it and returned with a disarming spell that kicked Andromeda’s wand
and she could see most of Dumbledore’s Army doing the same, including Draco, out of his hand and sent it rolling in the same direction as Narcissa.
but the warring giants were forcing everyone to retreat back to the castle. “Andromeda didn’t defeat me with that wand thirty years ago,” said Bellatrix.
“Come on, Granger!” shouted Draco, yanking her with him. “Did you honestly believe for a split second that you would be able to?”
“But where has Harry gone?” Draco glared at her. “I’m sure I speak for Andromeda and myself when I say
“We need to stay with the others!” fuck you.”
Death Eaters and Dumbledore’s Army alike headed back into Hogwarts, shov- Bellatrix ran her tongue across her chipped, jagged teeth and adjusted the posi-
ing and ramming each other, launching spells at their enemies, and many tumbling tion of her wand, aiming it intently at Hermione. “I’m bored of you both. Say good-
to the floor. The crowd was so thick and frantic that Hermione found herself bye to your girlfriend, Draco. But don’t worry, you’ll be joining her soon.”
wedged between several sets of shoulders as she and Draco approached Hogwarts’ Hermione’s eyes slammed shut. Behind her, she heard Draco scream NO at the
main entrance. She could feel Draco’s hand slowly slipping out of hers as they were top of his lungs so loud that she thought it must have risen above all the noise ech-
buffeted in different directions by the horde, but she kept holding on, stabbing her oing around the Great Hall. She waited for something. A blow, or pain, or nothing-
fingernails deep into his skin to get a better grip and his nails stabbed her back. ness, but it never came. Instead she heard Bellatrix swear under her breath. Open-
But she knew they were going to be ripped apart. ing her eyes, she noticed the sleeve of Bellatrix’s robes was singed and she had
Lifting her scared eyes to meet his, they managed to steal a fleeting moment of eye turned away, now looking over her shoulder at Ginny, who was on her feet with her
contact and understanding before she felt his hand slide out of hers. She watched with wand still aimed and glowing with the residue of an Incendio.
horror as Draco fell down, lost amongst the sea of people in an instant. “You vile smear of Weasley shit,” growled Bellatrix quietly, outraged. She whipped
“Draco!” she called, but there was too much noise. “DRACO!” her body around, drew back her wand with intent, and screamed, “Avada Kedavra!”
Futilely, she tried to push her way backwards, still screaming his name, but the “GINNY!” shouted Hermione.
crowd carried her into Hogwarts and to the Great Hall. The Killing Curse missed her friend by a fraction of an inch, skimming past her
shoulder and colliding with the floor. But before Hermione could even feel the
★★★ faintest trace of relief, Bellatrix was readying herself for another go. But, from some-
where to Hermione’s left, a voice bellowed out over the crowd, familiar and usually
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her spell and struck her sister so hard that she was flung sideways, smacking her his body and face and their feet stamping on his hands. He’d managed to land on
head against a wall and then crumpling to the ground. all fours, but it was impossible to push himself up, so instead he tried to crawl, bear-
With closed eyes and a small trickle blood seeping out of Narcissa’s ear, Hermi- ing the brunt of countless kicks as he sought space. Somehow, he found room to
one assumed the worst and tried to run over to help, but she barely managed a step move, and as the sea of legs eased, he pushed himself up, leaning against a wall to
before Bellatrix fired a spell at her. It caught her arm and she yelped as the hot curse catch his breath. Ignoring his bruised abdomen, he tucked himself into a shallow
scorched the exposed skin just above her wrist, rousing a patch of painful blisters alcove and examined his surroundings.
across the burned area. “Granger!” he yelled, but he couldn’t see her anywhere. “GRANGER!”
“Stay where you are,” said Bellatrix, licking her chapped her lips. “Let’s con- There were barely any people left in the courtyard now; the giants continued to
tinue, shall we?” wrestle with Grawp and the thestrals, the vibrations of their thunderous quarrel
“What the hell is wrong with you?” blurted Hermione. “She’s your sister!” shifting the dirt. From Draco’s hidden position near the main entrance, he could
“I’ve learned not to trust my sisters.” hear the battle continuing in the Great Hall and see flashes from spells dancing
across the walls. The fight itself was out of sight, but Draco waited for the final,
★★★ straggling Death Eaters to disappear inside before he headed towards it.
But as he rounded the corner and caught a glimpse of the anarchy contained
Draco was sprinting through the Great Hall, ducking and dodging out of the within, his eyes were drawn to the side, and they clashed with a cold, grey pair of
way of several hexes and curses that threatened to knock him off course. Or worse. eyes that were almost identical to his own. Lucius had apparently been lingering in
He’d seen Bellatrix knock out his mother and that was why he had started running, the shadows, waiting for him, and Draco tightened his fist around his wand.
but now he could see his malicious aunt taunting Hermione and it made his legs
move that much quicker. He had no idea what he intended to do once he reached
them; he was hardly going to be able to reason with Bellatrix, but still, he ran. He
ran so fast his legs felt detached from the rest of his body and his heart felt like it
was where his Adam’s apple should be.
Hermione’s back was to him and he could see Bellatrix sneering coldly at her,
twirling her wand mockingly. Raising Andromeda’s wand, Draco was ready to hurl
a spell, but Bellatrix spotted him before he could even utter a syllable of the incan-
tation. She retaliated with a quick flick of her wand, and Draco felt ropes coil
around his body so tight that he was certain she had bruised a few of his ribs.
“Draco!” he heard Hermione shout.
Like a caught fish, Bellatrix dragged him towards her across the uneven floor, bits of
sharp stone slicing into his skin and snagging his clothes. His foot connected with a pro-
truding brick and he felt something near his ankle rip; a muscle or a tendon. Either way,
it was agony. When Bellatrix stopped hauling him forward, Hermione appeared and
knelt as his side, frantically tearing at the ropes with her hands as she mumbled incan-
tations under her breath that seemed to weaken their grip on his body.
“Don’t struggle,” she said. “It’ll make them tighter.”
He managed to grasp one of her trembling, busy hands. “Run, Granger.”
“What?”
“Run. I’ll distract her.”
Hermione squeezed his hand back and then released it so she could continue to
rip away his restraints. “I’d rather run with you than walk alone.”
“Granger, please,” he groaned. “Just run. Run before she-

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 As Bellatrix angled her wand, Hermione could only kneel there speechlessly and
wait for what she assumed was the Killing Curse. Dry-mouthed and gasping, she
was tempted to shut her eyes, but she didn’t, even when Bellatrix’s lips began to part
for the incantation. But she never managed to actually speak.
Like an eclipse, everything suddenly went dark, but it wasn’t darkness at all.
There was a body clothed in black robes blocking her sight of Bellatrix, standing
between them like a strong, defiant wall. Craning her neck, Hermione tried to see
who it was, realising first that her saviour was a woman. She thought it might be
McGonagall, but she then noticed the blonde hair carefully confined in a neat bun
MERCY that was only slightly tousled from today’s events, and she knew it was Narcissa.
Peeking out from behind Narcissa’s robes, Hermione managed to catch the flicker
of shock that crossed Bellatrix’s warped features.
“Cissy, what are you doing?” she asked, sounding almost exasperated. “Get
out of the way.”
“No.”
Bellatrix’s eyebrows hitched up. “What do you mean, ‘No’?”
“I’m not moving, Bella. You will not harm her.”
“Why? Because your little darling Draco turned and found himself a Mudblood
HERMIONE COULD ONLY WATCH AS MADAM POMFREY AND SEVERAL girlfriend? How fucking precious.” She scoffed. “I always knew the boy was useless.
others carefully levitated the dead and ushered the injured to the antechamber be- Insolent, pathetic brat.”
hind the High Table, out of harm’s way. As the final body, Colin Creevey, disap- Narcissa took a daring step forward, her heel stamping hard against the floor.
peared behind the door, the wave of Death Eaters flooded into the Great Hall and “Be very careful how you speak about my son, Bella,” she spat through gritted teeth.
began attacking anyone and everyone they could. It was then she noticed Charlie “Very careful.”
Weasley, Madam Rosmerta, and Ambrosius Flume nearby, and as she scanned the Bellatrix’s mouth twitched with distaste. “Perhaps you should be careful about
room, she noticed hundreds of other new fighters, mainly family members of her how you speak to me, Cissy.”
fellow students and the residents of Hogsmeade. And then, from the entrance hall, Silence followed, and in that silence, tension crackled between the sisters like a
a swarm of House-elves stormed in, led by Kreacher. wayward firework ready to explode. Tentatively, Hermione rose to her feet and met
The Death Eaters were outnumbered now. There must have been at least three Bellatrix’s dark, dilated eyes over Narcissa’s shoulder. The Death Eater looked
Hogwarts defenders to each Death Eater, but victory was far from certain; their calmly crazed, like a stretched string on the verge of snapping, and, as futile as it
repertoire of Dark Magic was an issue. Dark spells erupted and crackled all around was, Hermione toyed with Bellatrix’s crooked wand, clenching it in her clammy
her like rogue fireworks. Regardless, Dumbledore’s Army appeared to have the up- palm, just in case. Something changed in Bellatrix’s demeanour, and then she
per hand, and even Voldemort himself seemed to know this, his serpentine features started laughing; a low, merciless chuckle that sounded like ripping silk.
stretched with panic and his eyes darting around the room. But still, he fired curses “So that’s how it is, Cissy?”
in every direction possible, bringing down two Hogwarts defenders with one awful “It doesn’t need to be, Bella,” said Narcissa.
blast of his wand. “Oh, I think it does.” She widened her stance. “Last chance, little sister. Move.”
In her peripheral vision, Hermione saw a shift in the room; McGonagall, Slug- “No.”
horn, and Shacklebolt all seemed to change direction at once and move through the A second later, Hermione was blinded by the shine of Narcissa’s Shielding
crowd towards Voldemort. Lifting her head and trying to make sense of the bedlam Charm. A formidable curse poured out of Bellatrix’s wand trying to puncture the
in the hall, she noticed Ron, Neville, and Katie Bell at the back battling Dolohov. protection spell, and Hermione could see it cracking under the pressure. Narcissa
Nearby, Lee and Seamus were tackling Goyle’s father, and not too from them she groaned with exertion, but it was all for nothing; Bellatrix surged more power into
could see Blaise, Miles, and Dean fighting with Rookwood. As her eyes scanned the

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and drowned out Lucius’ voice, something told Draco that he would never hear his area, she locked eyes with Narcissa on the other side of the room, but the older
voice again. witch looked away to recommence her duel with Macnair. Some Hogwarts defend-
But he didn’t look back. ers close by glanced at her with mixed expressions of surprise and respect, but eve-
ryone was too busy fighting for their lives to pay her too much heed.
★★★ “Watch out, Hermione!”
She ducked instinctively, and a hot curse singed the tips of her curls. Spinning
Hermione was in trouble. Real trouble. around, she aimed her wand and stunned Jugson before he could try again. Turn-
Bellatrix’s wand was being far more disobedient than she’d anticipated; even ing, she nodded her head in thanks to Fred for warning her, but then he and George
casting shields was problematic. Unable to fully defend herself, she had already ac- were preoccupied with defeating Rowle.
quired a black eye and a few bleeding gashes from Bellatrix’s relentless spells, and Hermione looked this way and that, overwhelmed by all the duels going on around
she hadn’t even had a chance yet to attempt any sort of attack. Bellatrix was far too her. Where should she begin? Which Death Eater should she attempt to tackle first?
fast and skilled even against the three of them. With experience and power on her Behind her, there was a grunt of pain, followed by the unmistakable, sinister
side, she was practically untouchable. chuckle of Bellatrix. Hermione whipped around to see Luna wiping blood off her
With a slash of her new wand, Bellatrix caught Luna right in the stomach and sent chin and raising her wand at Bellatrix, who was also dueling Ginny. With a smug
her flying backwards about twenty feet away. Cackling to herself with unmitigated look on her face, the dark witch shot a curse at Ginny and then another at Luna.
glee, she then whipped around and hit Ginny with a spell that seemed to knock the Both managed to deflect the spells, but Bellatrix was so quick that they barely had
wind out of her completely, and Hermione could only watch as her friend’s eyes rolled a chance to retaliate with offensive magic.
back into her head before she collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Hermione didn’t hesitate; she maneuvered through the crowd toward them.
And then, in what felt like slow motion, Bellatrix turned to Hermione, flashing That ever-present voice of reason in her head warned her that using Bellatrix’s own
her jagged teeth with a depraved, sinister smirk. Hermione’s breath was wedged wand against her would be problematic, but, for once, she ignored that voice. Her
somewhere between her mouth and lungs, choking her, but she forced herself to friends needed help and, although she might deny it if asked, there was a tug of
recover quickly. Standing as tall and proud as she could, she met Bellatrix’s stare revenge in her gut pulling her towards Bellatrix. Fuelled by resentment and loathing
head-on and prepared herself for whatever was coming. that had been festering inside of her since the night Bellatrix had tortured her to
“Silly little Mudblood,” snickered Bellatrix in that scratching, high-pitched within an inch of her life, Hermione could feel the heat of her anger in her cheeks.
voice of hers. “Did you honestly think you could defeat me with my own wand?” She lifted Bellatrix’s wand as if it was her own and narrowed her eyes, battle-ready.
Hermione’s voice failed her between the heavy heaves of her chest and the fear
she felt. She tried to resist, but her thoughts dragged her back to her final confron- ★★★
tation with Bellatrix back at Malfoy Manor. The Mudblood scar on her arm sud-
denly felt very prominent and inflamed. But still, determination kept her blood Draco tapped Andromeda’s wand against his leg and cocked his head to the side.
pumping, and — in what was arguably a reckless move — she fired a Stunning Spell. He hadn’t realised it until now, but at some point he had grown taller than his
Effortlessly, Bellatrix deflected it and retaliated with a curse that struck Hermi- father. Perhaps he had revered his father so much that he had just always seemed
one directly in her chest and caused what felt like an electric shock to course bigger and more impressive. Draco had also never perceived his father as old, but
throughout her body. It hurt like hell, and Hermione released a scream as she sank there was silver stubble lining Lucius’ jaw and hints of grey streaking through his
to her knees. When she lifted her head, Bellatrix looked like a giddy schoolgirl, blond hair now. He looked very different, but it didn’t make it any easier. A small
laughing with delight. part of Draco just wanted to turn and run and avoid this confrontation altogether.
“Aw, the Mudblood fell down,” she said, pouting with contrived concern. “So Lucius remained silent. He was eyeing up Draco like he was a stranger who had
sad. So tragic. I wonder how poor, little Draco will react when he discovers I killed wandered into his territory, with suspicion and animosity. His wand was out, but,
you. That was quite the show you two put on outside. I always knew he was useless.” like Draco, he kept it at his side in a tight fist, ready if needed. Pacing back and forth
Hermione gritted her teeth and tried to stand, but Bellatrix shot the same a couple of times, but never looking away, he reminded Draco of a caged dragon,
curse at her. debating whether the person on the other side of the bars was predator or prey.
“Stay down!” yelled Bellatrix. “You will not escape from me this time.” Draco stood still, tapping Andromeda’s wand against his leg again with

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impatience. The distance between them was small — perhaps only fifteen feet — “Tell me,” said Lucius casually, cutting through Draco’s thoughts. “Do you in-
but it felt like so much more than that. The last time Draco had seen his father had tend to imitate him?”
been during his trial just after fifth year, which meant that it had been almost two “What?”
years since they’d been in the same room together. And it felt like two years. More, “Do you intend to mimic what he did?” he asked. “Did you two make some
in fact. Draco felt like he had experienced enough in two years to fulfill a lifetime. pathetic Blood Traitor pact together to kill your fathers? “
In those two years, Draco had almost murdered a man, been presumed dead, He thought about it. He really did. A flashback of Theo struck him like lighten-
hidden away from the world to avoid being killed, battled his prejudices, fallen in ing; his friend sitting across the table and asking, “Do you think you could kill your
love with a one-time enemy, met family members he had never known before, father?” Draco had known the answer back then and he knew it now. He remem-
fought in an ongoing war, and watched his friend die. bered he had told Theo, “I’d do what was necessary.”
It was no wonder Lucius was regarding him like a stranger; he was one. Even his “No,” said Draco shaking his head regretfully. “Believe me, a part of me wishes
fifteen-year-old self would never be able to comprehend who he had become in the that I could, but...but I’m not like you. I’m not a murderer.”
last two years. How could Lucius even begin to grasp the choices he had made? And, “Then what exactly do you intend to do with me?”
in turn, how could Draco ever begin to grasp the choices that Lucius had made? Draco didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted his father’s wand again, grasping it with
They were miles apart. There was no loyalty, no empathy, no love...not even the both hands, and snapped it. Or at least tried to. The wood was too strong to break
faintest hint of understanding on either side. it in half completely, but it was cracked and splintered, hanging limply like a broken
However, there was a niggling, persistent tug of nostalgia pulling at Draco, but arm. Unusable. Tossing it over his shoulder, Draco returned his eyes to his father’s
it was quiet and fading. All he could truly connect with was the ever-growing bit- enraged ones.
terness, swelling up inside of him like a tumor. His mother had managed to find a “You were right about one thing,” he said slowly. “I am not your son. Not anymore.”
way out and assist the Order, but Lucius had never even tried. That was what pained Lucius’ left eye was twitching again.
Draco the most. A father should always fight for his son, but Lucius had not tried. “But everything else you ever told me... about Muggle-borns and Muggles and
He had just stood there like a passive bystander, accepting whatever Voldemort had everything, it was all lies. And you... you killed my friend...”
demanded or inflicted without any attempt to fight it. Draco sighed and took a few steps back, and with a flick of Andromeda’s wand,
And he had killed Theo. he released the spell fixing Lucius to the wall. His father seemed momentarily
He had killed Theo. stunned by the gesture, but his bitter, livid expression quickly fell back into place.
When Lucius finally spoke, Draco was certain that he had bruised his leg from “If you go in the Great Hall now, you will be killed or apprehended before they
tapping Andromeda’s wand against it so much. send you to Azkaban,” said Draco, his tone deceptively steady. “And I can assure
“You’re supposed to be dead.” you that should you go to trial, I will be there to help make sure that you are locked
“Sorry to disappoint you,” said Draco calmly. “Your welcome home party is shit.” up for good-
“Shut up!” growled Lucius. “What the hell do you think you are doing, boy?” “You snivelling piece of-
“Do not call me boy! You have evidently made the decision that I am no longer “I wasn’t finished!” he barked. “I don’t need you in my life. I don’t want you in
of any consequence to you. Why should I tell you anything?” my life. I have people. I have Granger, and mother, and Blaise, and Dromeda. But
“You owe me an explanation- you? You have no one, and that’s exactly what you deserve.”
“I owe you fuck all!” Lucius’ nostrils flared and he shifted his feet anxiously.
“Don’t you dare use that kind of language with me, boy!” “I want you to leave,” said Draco firmly. “I don’t ever want to see you again. I
“I am NOT your boy!” yelled Draco furiously. “I am not your anything any- want you to disappear. I want you to...erase yourself from my life.”
more! You made that call about ten minutes ago in front of everyone! Remember?” “And where exactly do you expect me to go?” asked Lucius.
Lucius inhaled sharply through his nostrils, his nose wrinkled with disgust. “I don’t care. You’re nothing to me anymore.”
“What the hell did you expect when you showed up here with that...thing and kissed With one final, hard glare at the man he would never again call father, Draco
it in public like it’s acceptable?” spun on his heel and sprinted towards the Great Hall. Behind him, Lucius was
“Her name is Hermione Granger.” screaming, demanding that he return, but Draco kept running. He was done. So
“Spare me the repulsive details.” completely and utterly done. As the sounds of the battle ricocheted around the hall

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 Lucius still refused to utter a word and Draco’s cool facade cracked. Lunging Draco clicked his tongue and looked his father up and down. “So, what the hell
forward, he fisted his hands tighter into his father’s robes, pulled him forward, and happened to you? You look like shit. You’ve obviously been tortured by your oh-
then slammed his body hard back against the wall. so-wonderful leader-
“Speak!” he yelled in his father’s face. “Say something!” “I was punished for the mistakes that you made!” he shouted. “The Dark Lord
Lucius grunted, but slowly lifted his head and glared at Draco with thin, terrible had to punish me because you failed to accomplish-
eyes. “Better no Malfoy bloodline at all than an impure one.” “Had to punish? Are you — Do you even hear yourself? How fucked up is
For the second time that day, Draco felt the threat of tears sting the backs of his your head?”
eyes, but, unlike the last, these would not fall. They were angry, searing tears that “My head? You disappear for a year and then come back from the dead with
hurt to hold in, but hold them in he did. That was it then; the final — and it really that vermin attached to your arm and fighting for the bloody Order, and you have
was this time — blow. No more little boy hopes for some chance of reconciliation. the nerve to question my sanity?”
It was all just... gone. Lucius’ sanity and rationality, Draco’s respect and admiration, “Her name,” hissed Draco, “Is Hermione Granger.”
their relationship as father and son... all of these things were gone. For good. “So that’s where you’ve been for the last year? Living in a fucking Muggle
But he felt no loss. No longing or hope anymore. Not a hint. Instead what punc- house with that-
tured the surface of his being was that familiar and almost comforting bite of rage. “No, I was here! I was at Hogwarts, and then I stayed with Andromeda-
It came to him in a calm and steady wave, warming his face and cooling everywhere Lucius’ dry, dark chuckle cut him off. “Ah, that explains it. Your mother’s mental
else. He grasped his father’s robes again. Tighter. sister. Should have guessed it was one of her unfortunate relatives that brainwashed you.”
“Did you kill Theo?” “She was a better parent to me in a few months than you have been in the last
Lucius seemed thrown by the sudden question. “What did you- few years!”
“DID YOU KILL THEO?” he screamed. “Don’t be so dramatic. Grow up!”
A chilling glint of comprehension invaded his eyes and his upper lip curled back “I have grown up and you took NO part in it!” Draco’s voice bellowed so loudly
with disdain. “Theodore Nott got in the way.” it hurt his own ears. “Did you not even think to question Voldemort after you found
Draco inhaled sharply. “In the way of the falling wall? Or you?” out he had threatened to kill me? And mum? Did you try to find out what had
“Me,” said Lucius without hesitation or regret. happened to me after you heard I was dead? Did you, for one sodding moment,
Draco exhaled, but his chest felt tight and constricted. For a moment he thought give a fuck?”
he was suffocating. Painful flashbacks of Theo dying on the cold Great Hall floor pen- Lucius switched his wand to his other hand and Draco watched the gesture in-
etrated his mind, attacking like nightmares that had come to life and were playing out tently. The battle roaring in the Great Hall had distracted him a couple of times;
before him. His eyes clenched shut. Darkness was better than those memories. several familiar raised voices had caught his attention and the grip on his wand had
He was sweating and trembling with the effort that comes with exercising restraint; slackened slightly. He needed to stay alert. His father’s movements and behaviour
he wanted so badly to punch his father, but there seemed no point or dignity in that. were too erratic for him to be careless.
And if he punched Lucius once, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. His eyes opened. “My son died,” said Lucius crisply. “I did my mourning. As far as I’m concerned,
“Why?” my son is still dead.”
Lucius licked his bloody teeth. “Why? Because I saw that ungrateful little bas- Each word was like a dart, but Draco didn’t flinch. “Then what the hell am I?”
tard kill his father.” “You are nothing,” he spat. “No son of mine would touch a Mudblood.”
Draco felt nauseous; the acidic burn of vomit scorched his throat and his vision “Her name is Hermione Granger!”
blurred at the sides. He didn’t know what to say. Words came and went without “I know her fucking name! I was the one who identified her at the Manor!”
registering, and he couldn’t cling to one specific thought in his shambolic brain. Draco clenched his jaw and stole a second to compose himself. He was nearly
But he had known. shaking with fury. But no. No. He had an advantage: information.
Somehow, on some level, he had known (or at least anticipated) that Theo’s “You didn’t help Granger.” It was a statement, not a question.
death had been intentional. An accident would have been too easy. Too fair. And, “Of course I didn’t.”
as Draco had long ago learned, things were rarely easy or fair. As Theo had once “But mother did. Mum tried to help Granger.”
said years ago: Life’s a bitch and then you die. Lucius didn’t even attempt to conceal his shock. “What are you talking about?”

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 “You heard me. I’ve got news for you, father; both your son and your wife are Lucius’ nostrils flared and his lips peeled back, baring his grinding teeth, but
here fighting with the Order. And she tried to help Granger- he didn’t speak.
“You’re lying- “Do you hear me?” pushed Draco. “All the hatred and lies that have been passed
“She used Legilimency on Granger and saw us together and she tried to help her down through the Malfoy generations are done. Finished.”
at the Manor. And then, when she realised I was alive, she went to Snape — who Draco was so lost in his rant that he didn’t notice his father’s wand twitch tell-
was also working for the Order, by the way — and asked to help- ingly in his trembling fist.
“Narcissa would not- “And when all this is over,” Draco continued, “And you’re rotting in some lonely
“And she knew that I was with Granger and she didn’t care. Your own bloody cell in Azkaban, I hope you have a fraction of your sanity left so you know that it was
wife abandoned you because she knew how deranged you’d become!” your son who broke the chain! And that in the outside world, I keep the Malfoy name!
Lucius’ left eye twitched. “No, I would have known- And that if you have any grandchildren, they will probably be Half-bloods!”
“You would have known nothing! You are oblivious, father!” He paused to Apparently, that comment was too much for Lucius. Like a struck match, he
catch his breath; his chest was heaving. “Don’t you get it? You. Are. Alone.” was alive and dangerous in an instant, seething with ire and snapping out his
“Shut up!” wand arm to aim directly at Draco’s chest. But Draco was quick to react. The
“I WILL NOT!” screamed Draco. “Mum left you because she knew you would adrenaline was pounding so hard in his ears that he didn’t catch the incantation
disown me when you found out about Granger! She knew you would turn your spitting out of his father’s mouth, but it didn’t matter; Draco raised his wand just
back on your own flesh and blood, all because of your mindless devotion to that in time to disarm Lucius with a fast Expelliarmus. His father’s wand — still hot
fucking creature you call a Lord!” and charged — landed in his ready hand, and then he rushed forward, firing a
A fleeting look of panic flashed in Lucius’ eyes. “She would never betray me,” spell to pin Lucius against the wall.
he whispered to himself. Marching towards him with long, stamping strides, Draco grabbed the scruff
“You sure about that? You don’t look sure.” Perhaps it was cruel to taunt, but his father’s Death Eater robes and forced their faces close, so Lucius had no choice
Draco was beyond caring. “Do you honestly think for a second that Mum would but to look him in the eye. Draco’s heart was like a stampede in his chest, loud and
choose Voldemort over me? Her own son? No! Because she’s not like you!” hammering so hard that he felt like his bones vibrated with it. It took Draco a mo-
“She wouldn’t.” ment to gather himself; he was panting violently and he couldn’t tell if it was from
“Why?” snapped Draco. “Because you’re her husband? Because of loyalty? Where the haste of the last two minutes or because he was so furious.
the hell was your loyalty to us when you brought Voldemort into our lives? What the “What spell was that?” he sputtered between gasping breaths. “Was that an Avada?”
fuck were you even thinking getting us involved with that? You put him before us!” Lucius snarled back at him, and Draco noticed the blood on his teeth; he looked
The brief flicker of doubt that had stolen Lucius’ features disappeared and in its like he was biting down hard on his tongue. Taking a step backwards, he released
place returned a cold, loathing expression. He was incensed, but there was also... Lucius’ robes and allowed the spell to hold him firmly against the wall. The tip of
emptiness. A chilling sort of vacancy, like any final, tenacious light inside of Lucius Lucius’ wand was still glowing with the residue of the incomplete spell, and the
had been extinguished. “I don’t recall hearing either of you complain.” fading light was green, but not the deep, thick green of the Killing Curse. With his
“I was fifteen and I- other hand, he raised Andromeda’s wand and aimed it at his father’s, mumbling,
“Yes, and now you’re seventeen and a Blood Traitor. And not just a Blood Trai- “Prior Incantato.”
tor,” sneered Lucius. “A fucking Mudblood lover.” A moment later and Draco spun back around to face Lucius with an eerily com-
“That’s right,” said Draco, nodding his head firmly. “I do love her.” posed expression. “Really? A Memory Charm?”
“Oh please- Lucius remained silent.
“And you can stand there and deny me all you want, but I am still your son- “And apparently quite a strong one,” said Draco. “Strong enough to give me
“You are not- brain damage and see me as a permanent resident at St. Mungo’s, by the looks of it.
“I am still a Malfoy, and the only Malfoy heir.” With each word, Draco could Your wand is still warm.”
see his father’s face becoming more and more overrun with rage, but he carried Still no response.
on. “And I am telling you now, Lucius, that all of this Malfoy Pureblood brain- “You were going to erase my memory completely, weren’t you? You were going
washing bullshit ends with me.” to erase me.”

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through the common room and snaking around the upturned chairs and tables, he planned. The power wouldn’t be transferred to Snape. Dumbledore had wanted
followed the source of the wind to the large reading room, where a yawning hole in the Elder Wand’s power to die with him-
the wall was allowing the wind to invade the space. Amongst the tumbled book- “It is irrelevant,” disputed Voldemort, narrowing his eyes at Harry. “Because I
shelves stood Granger, McGonagall, and Potter, discussing the tower’s cavity as stole the Elder Ward from that old fool’s grave. I plucked it from his cold, dead
they waved their wands to clear some of the debris strewn around the room. fingers. I killed Snape, and since Dumbledore’s death was by his hand, the power is
In a baggy red jumper and an oversized pair of dungarees which were peppered now mine.”
with dirt and mud, Hermione looked like she had been dragged through a filthy Draco choked on a sharp breath and turned to Hermione. “Snape’s dead?”
field, but it only made Draco grin with amusement. Especially when he looked She nodded her head once and stuttered, “I-I’m sorry.”
down at his pristine, tailored suit. There wasn’t really time for Draco to react to the news, but he felt his fists
She spotted him before he could say anything and, with a mumbled apology, clench, and his chest seemed to constrict. How should he feel? His relationship
she left McGonagall’s side and rushed at Draco. Her features were tight with appre- with Snape had been complex to say the least, but, nevertheless, the man had ul-
hension as she flung her arms around his neck and held him so tight he choked. timately saved his life in more ways than one. There lied a debt he would never
“I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she said, loosening her grip. be able to repay. But those thoughts, like so many others, would need to be placed
“Bloody hell, Granger, I think you broke something,” he groaned, rubbing the aside for later.
back of his now sore neck. “What was that for?” “You’re not listening, are you?’’ said Harry, glaring hard at Voldemort now.
“I’ve been worried about you!” “Possessing the wand isn’t enough! The wand chooses the Wizard, remember?
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake...Are you and Aunt ‘Dromeda in this together? Because Somebody else defeated Dumbledore. Somebody else disarmed him, and he became
she gave me an earful this morning, too.” the master of the Elder Wand.”
Hermione frowned at him. “We both care about you and we are concerned- Draco’s brow furrowed with confusion. He didn’t really understand what Pot-
“But I’m fine— ter was saying, but he knew it was somehow important. Beside him, he felt Her-
“You’re not fine, Draco— mione stiffen.
“Granger, look at me,” he said quietly, waiting until she did. “I really am fine. “Oh my God,” she whispered, snapping her head around to face him. Her eyes
But maybe tomorrow I won’t be fine. Or maybe the next day. Or maybe several were wide with knowledge. “Your wand. Draco, where is your wand?”
weeks from now. And when I’m not fine, you’ll be the first to know; perhaps the He stared back at her, perplexed. “What?”
only person to know. But today, I promise, I am fine.” She reached for his pocket with jerky movements and yanked out Andromeda’s
Hermione studied him with narrowed eyes for a moment, and then slowly nodded wand. She studied it for a moment and then looked back to him with even rounder
her head. “Okay,” she sighed. “Okay, you’re fine. So... how did it go? Did anyone else...” eyes. “This isn’t your wand.”
“Turn up? No, just my mother and I.” “It’s Andromeda’s,” he explained. “What the hell is going on, Granger?”
“And how was your mother?” “Where is your wand, Draco?” she asked frantically. “Where is it?”
“Not so fine. And she...” he drifted off when he remembered he was an earshot “I don’t know! I lost it, remember? Granger, what is-
of McGonagall and Potter, and the latter appeared to be not-so-subtly eavesdrop- “Yes, yes,” she muttered, distracted. ‘‘Harry disarmed you and he kept it...and
ping. “Actually, is there somewhere we can go? I need to tell you something.” he’s been using it...”
“Okay,” she said. “Actually, I have something I want to show you.” Draco frowned. “Potter has my wand?”
Without further explanation, Hermione snatched his hand, tugging him out “Yes! And since you were the one who disarmed Dumbledore...’’
of the tower and then down a small corridor just to the side. His surroundings They both turned back to Harry and Voldemort just as the latter lifted his wand,
were familiar, but Draco couldn’t place how or why, so he just allowed her to drag his arm shaking
him along until she stopped at an alcove, and in its shadows there hid a door. It violently with intent. Harry didn’t flinch, and Hermione could never recall see-
was only when Hermione reached for the handle that Draco realised where she ing such a fierce look of
had brought him. determination on her best friend’s face. Draco watched as Potter slowly lifted
Their room. Or rather, their old room. up the wand in his hand — his wand — and he understood.
The first thing that Draco noticed was that there were no holes in the walls, and “Draco Malfoy was the true master of the Elder Wand!” exclaimed Harry, and

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Draco felt hundreds of eyes shift to him for a brief moment. “He disarmed Dumble- He headed for the Great Hall; it had become the unofficial base of the efforts to
dore, and that’s why it won’t work for you! You may possess the physical wand, but restore Hogwarts and it seemed as good a place as any to go. With the exception of
its powers are not yours!” a few scuffs and scrapes, the Great Hall was in good condition, and at its centre was
“Holy shit,” mumbled Draco. a makeshift command station. Spread across some of the House benches were notes
When he looked up, Voldemort’s piercing, shocked eyes were fixated on him, about the worst-hit areas of Hogwarts, and adjacent to that was a recuperation area
and his serpentine face was stretched back with spite. But in a second, the shock — run by Madam Rosmerta and Ambrosius Flume — where people were welcome
was gone, and Voldemort turned back to Potter with that even, cold expression of to free refreshments between work.
deranged composure. Draco scanned the room for Hermione’s tell-tale bushy hair, and then scanned
“No matter,” he said confidently. “After I defeat you, I will attend to Draco Malfoy.” it again because sometimes she wore her hair up. Realising she wasn’t there, he
Hermione tugged at Draco’s arm, trying to pull him backwards, but he resisted. turned to leave and look elsewhere, but he hesitated when a glare of Weasley-orange
“But you see,” Harry went on, “You’re too late. I disarmed Draco just a few days hair temporarily blinded him. Ron and Katie were near the recuperation area, chat-
ago.” He paused and aimed Draco’s wand at Voldemort. “So the only real question ting casually and sipping water, evidently taking a break from fixing Hogwarts.
is: does the wand know its last master was disarmed? Because if it does, then I am Draco considered asking Weasley where Granger was, but just as he’d made up his
the master of the Elder Wand.’’ mind that it would probably be easier to search by himself, Weasley spotted him.
Hermione didn’t realise how fast her heart was beating until that moment. It With a reluctance he didn’t try to conceal (or if he did, he didn’t do it well), Weasley
was roaring in her chest like a storm. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Harry muttered something to Katie and approached Draco.
and Voldemort, but a spurt of glowing, red light poured into the Great Hall through “Malfoy,” greeted Ron awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You’re...
the shattered windows and forced her to squint. It was the first of the rays of sunrise, awfully dressed up today for clean-up duty.”
and it enveloped Harry and Voldemort in an almost Hellish, fiery light. Her eyes “Funeral,” he said simply.
adjusted to the garish blur just in time to see Voldemort prepare his wand and open “Oh... uh,” stuttered Ron. “Are you... okay?”
his mouth, and Harry did the same. Draco arched a quizzical eyebrow. “Really, Weasley? Are we going to do this
This was it. The difference between damnation and salvation was now balancing friend shit? We agreed to be civil, not friends. Because if you’re going to do this
forebodingly on the shoulders of a seventeen-year-old boy and his tentative theory friend bollocks every time I see you, I’ll just fling myself off a cliff right now.”
about a wand from a fairytale. The atmosphere in the Great Hall was curled around “You promise? Can I watch?”
the occupants like a clenched fist. In spite of himself, Draco smirked and said, “That’s more like it, Weasley.”
“Avada Kedavra!” “Yeah, civil works better,” nodded Ron. “You’re still a wanker.”
“Expelliarmus!” “So are you,” he retorted. “You seen Granger anywhere?”
Green and red collided in the centre of the room with a horrendous roar, and “Last I heard she was upstairs with Harry and McGonagall. They were working
the gust of the impact almost shoved Hermione, Draco, and the others off their on Gryffindor Tower, I think.”
pedestal. Shielding Hermione from the blast with his body, Draco closed his eyes, “Okay,” said Draco, turning on his heel.
feeling the heat of Potter and Voldemort’s clashing spells tingle the nape of his “You’re welcome, Malfoy!” called Ron.
neck. Dust and sediment rushed outwards from the explosion and into the crowd, “You’re a tosser, Weasley!”
shrouding them in rubble. Swiping away the dirt in his eyes with his sleeve, Draco Backtracking and making his way to the nearest staircase, Draco headed towards
blinked away the mist of his vision and looked back to where Potter and Volde- Gryffindor Tower. Or tried to. He was hardly familiar with the route to his rivalry
mort had stood. house’s dorm anyway, and with Hogwarts being as damaged as she was, it was easy
Only now, Potter stood alone. In his left hand, he held the Elder Wand tightly to get disorientated. Some staircases (including the Grand Staircase) were still inac-
in his fist, and in his right, he held Draco’s Hawthorn. Sprawled across the ground cessible, blocked-off corridors created confusing mazes, and the absence of many
lay Voldemort; stiff, still, and silent. Dead. Definitely dead. The Dark Lord was no walls meant that you sometimes ended up outside without intending to. After several
more. The only movement was the slight flutter of his robes, teased by a breeze frustrating detours, Draco climbed his fifth staircase up to Gryffindor Tower.
sweeping in through a hole in the wall. All the portraits had been taken down and put into a room for safe-keeping, so
He heard Hermione inhale sharply as she absorbed the scene for herself, but Draco simply slipped inside and was immediately struck by a blast of wind. Moving

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her dead, Death Eater husband. It battled ruthlessly with her more rational loyalty that was the only sound to puncture the nothingness that had suddenly blanketed
to Draco, and it was like a riot between her head and her heart. It hurt her and she the Great Hall. Everyone beneath the enchanted ceiling simply stood there, staring
had a feeling it would continue to hurt her for some time. hard at Voldemort’s corpse in collaborative silent, motionless shock.
You see, she forgot sometimes. She forgot that her dead husband had killed a For five heavy beats of Draco’s heart, nothing happened. And then the
boy. She forgot. crowd erupted.
Weakly, she tugged at Draco’s hand. “Can you take me home, please?” Draco had no idea how, but Hermione threw herself off the brick pile and
“Mother, I’m sorry,” he said, calm now. “I didn’t mean to shout at you, but I- reached Potter first, wrapping her arms around his neck and embracing him with
“I know, darling. I’m just ready to go home now.” all her strength. Weasley was right behind her, and then came the rest. McGonagall,
Lovegood, Finnegan, and every other red-headed member of the Weasley clan.
★★★ They all gathered around him; many cheering, some crying.
Turning his head to the side, he found Blaise, like himself, had yet to move from
With the snap of Apparition ringing in his ears and worsening his already re- his spot. But there was a subtle grin on his face as he slowly met Draco’s eyes.
lentless headache, Draco arrived in the Quidditch field at Hogwarts. Draco’s lips twitched with a subtle smile of his own.
He studied his surroundings. One week after the Battle, and already Hogwarts “They won,” said Draco.
was looking better after her ordeal. But then, that was the wonder of magic; with “We won,” corrected Blaise.
just a few flicks of a wand, rubble could be shifted and bricks could be stacked. The elation and relief that flooded Draco stayed, unexpressed, in his chest,
Cleaning up wasn’t the issue, it was the repairs that were going to take the longest. inevitably dimmed by the deaths of Tonks, Snape, and Theo. Theo. And what of
As he looked now at the resilient castle, he could see the damage to the towers Lucius? How had Snape died? So many questions to ask. But there was time now.
and bastions stretching high into the sky. Some had gaping holes, some seemed to Time to learn. They were no longer under threat. There was no augury timer
even be tilting hazardously to the side, and some were almost completely gone with counting down to their deaths. Voldemort was defeated, and with his defeat, they
only a skeleton of tenacious timber to hold its place. Hogwarts’ silhouette had were all free.
changed so much that Draco struggled to get his bearings as he trudged up the path, Nearing Draco, Blaise patted his friend on the back, and the pair watched the
intending to find Granger. scene. Their attention was diverted from the Potter parade to the side of the Great
As he walked through Hogwarts, he passed many people along the way, all do- Hall. Shacklebolt and around fifteen others were surrounding the forty or so re-
ing what they could to heal the castle’s wounds. Some offered him polite nods of maining Death Eaters, though most had already surrendered their wands. One by
acknowledgement, some didn’t. one, they removed their masks, and Draco recognised some of the faces. Crabbe
Longbottom, bless his cotton socks, even waved at him with a wide smile. Draco had and Goyle’s fathers were among them, both of Pansy’s parents, and then... another
no idea how to respond to that, so he just bobbed his head and kept on walking, keeping familiar face.
his eyes downcast so Longbottom wouldn’t be tempted to initiate a conversation. Several Blaise sighed and shook his head as he watched his mother raise her hands in
paces later, he encountered Blaise and Luna repairing one of the classrooms. submission. “Stupid cow,” he muttered. “I wondered if she would be here.”
“Hello, Draco,” greeted Luna airily. “I like your suit.” “Are you going to speak with her?” asked Draco.
“I wore it to a funeral.” “I have nothing to say to her. Sometimes the past is best left ignored.” He
“I can see why. It’s dark and depressing.” paused. “What about your past? I don’t see Lucius down there.”
“Sort of like this conversation?” retorted Draco, ignoring Blaise’s glare. “Either Draco averted his eyes to the ground. “I saw him earlier. We talked. I haven’t
of you seen Granger anywhere?” seen him since.”
“Not since this morning,” replied Blaise. “How was the funeral?” “And?”
“Loads of fun,” he quipped with rolling eyes. “I’ll tell you about it later, I need “And nothing. He reacted how I expected him to.”
to speak to Granger about something.” Blaise nodded with understanding. “I’m sorry.”
“Something exciting?” asked Luna. “Don’t be,” he replied lifting his eyes to locate his mother. She was on the other
“No, nosy,” he frowned, turning away from the couple. “If you see her, tell her side of the room, talking with McGonagall. “I have had more support than I had
I’m looking for her.” initially anticipated.”

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 ★★★ lick his skin. They stayed that way for a long time; longer, Draco suspected, that
Lucius’ funeral had lasted. When she pulled away, she kept a firm grip on his hand,
As the horde surrounding Potter began to disintegrate, and those people moved like she feared he might suddenly float away.
on to talk with others, Draco found himself sitting alone on a bench. To which “You okay?” he asked her.
house it belonged, he didn’t know, nor did he particularly care. The professors had “Yes, I’m fine. Just being a silly old woman.”
brought out the House benches and tables to provide some seating for the weary And she really did look quite old now; worn out, in fact.
fighters, and he had simply settled on the nearest. He watched with half-lidded eyes “Come on,” he said, tugging her along as he began walking. “I’ll Apparate you
as they all talked, celebrated, mourned... back to Blashford.”
It seemed apt for him to sit here; not separated and yet not fully integrated. On “Draco,” she blurted suddenly. “I haven’t spoken much about your father today
the outskirts, but there nonetheless. because I know you’re still angry-
As he became aware of someone sitting beside him, he focused on Shacklebolt “Mother,” he groaned tiredly, “Please-
and Slughorn lifting Voldemort’s corpse and placing it in a small alcove, purpose- “But you must forgive him. Not today or tomorrow or even ten years from now.
fully kept away from the fallen. But one day, you must forgive him. If you allow that anger to just fester inside of
“What do you think they’ll do with it?” he asked. you for the rest of your life, it will haunt you. Do you understand?”
“I don’t know,” sighed Narcissa. “Bury it, I suppose.” “Come on, mother, I’m taking you home.”
“They should burn it.” She held her ground. “Do you understand?”
“Perhaps.” “No, I don’t,” he said stiffly. “Not at all.”
When he angled his head to regard his mother, Draco was confronted with a “Then I want you to think about what you’re asking Andromeda to forgive me
very conflicted and tired expression. With red sunken eyes, over-chewed lips, and for,” she rushed out, breathlessly.
disheveled hair, she looked like an entirely different woman. Never could he recall “It’s different!”
seeing his mother look anything less than immaculate, even when Lucius had been “Is it? Your father and I may have had different victims in different circum-
sent to Azkaban. But the alterations in her appearance weren’t just side-effects of stances, but our crimes were the same. I disowned a member of my family because
the events of the last several hours. Her eyes looked like they’d been bloodshot for they fell in love with a muggle-born.”
months, her cheeks were hollow, and there were some subtle grey hairs interwoven He looked his mother dead in the eye and grabbed her shoulders, trying to calm
amongst her blonde ones. his shaking hands. “But you didn’t kill someone!” he spat through clenched teeth,
A breath shuddered out of Draco before he shifted up the bench towards his and then, in a harsh whisper, “You didn’t kill Theo. You didn’t kill my friend.”
mother, and her arms were wrapped around his shoulders before he even realised Narcissa bowed her head. “No, you’re right. I didn’t.”
it. Burying his face into the crook of her shoulder, he felt the bob of her throat “And Theo... You know what he had to deal with. You know his father was a
against his temple as she swallowed heavily, trying to stifle a whimper. He felt like piece of shit who strived to keep his son as broken as a person can be without being
a little boy seeking solace in his mother’s embrace, but it was a comforting nostalgia, dead! Theo crawled his way through life with his father’s foot pressing down on his
and exactly what he had been craving for a while. Over a year, in fact. back! And then he finally got free and he had this...chance. A chance to fix himself
He didn’t tell her that he’d missed her, and she didn’t tell him that she’s missed and Lucius fucking stole that! He stole that and he stole him!”
him. He didn’t tell her that he’d been scared, or that he’d been worried, or even that Draco pulled in a breath that made his whole body shudder.
he was so completely and utterly relieved that she was on his side. The absence of “That’s why I won’t forgive him!” he shouted. “You think it’s just all about him
the words seemed all the more profound. He could feel it in the way she clung to disowning me? It isn’t! I expected that! What I didn’t expect was to have Lucius kill
him, and he hoped she could feel it in the way he clung to her. my friend! Do you understand?”
After too short a time, he pulled away to look at her, watching one tear tumble Narcissa’s lower lip quivered as she looked at Draco. She realised now, after lis-
down her sunken cheek. Guilt overtook him for what he was about to say next, but tening to him talk about fathers breaking their sons, that her son had also been
it was inevitable. broken by his father. And that broke her.
“I saw him,” said Draco. There was no need to clarify who. “Just before everyone Looking over her shoulder back to Lucius’ freshly chiseled gravestone, she won-
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 “Oh,” she murmured, evidently trying to conceal her disappointment. “Well, Narcissa bowed her head. “And what was said?”
I understand- “Nothing good. I don’t know where he is now, but he made it clear that...well,
“I spoke to Andromeda earlier, and I asked her if I could live with her,” he you know.” And then quieter. “I’m sorry, mum.”
rushed out. “I’m going to live with Aunt ‘Dromeda, mum.” “Oh,” she whispered, her hands covering her mouth. She cried harder, sputter-
Her eyes widened with surprise. “Oh. I see. Well...that’s- ing out the words. “Oh, no, Draco. I am sorry. I am so, so sorry. I never thought...
“She took me in despite all of the history with our family,” he carried on, hoping I am just so sorry.”
she would understand. “And she looked after me, even though I was vile to her to He reached out to grab her trembling hand. “I’m not angry with you.”
begin with. And now she’s alone, looking after her grandson. Her husband, daugh- “You should be. I am angry with myself.”
ter, and son-in-law were all killed and she’s completely alone- Draco waited patiently for her tears to subside, holding her hand. “What
“Except for you,” Narcissa interrupted with a forlorn smile. about Lucius?”
“Except for me,” he echoed. “I owe her a lot. I can help her out with the kid and “I don’t know,” she shrugged, shaking her head. “He’s... he’s not well. He hasn’t
just...be there. I care about her, and” — he released an almost nervous breath — “I been himself for a long time now, and I...I don’t know. But I want you to know that
had hoped that it might help you two to reconcile.” you are my son, and you are my first priority. Whatever you want will be.”
“Ah,” she whispered. “Well, you see...that’s easier said than done.” Nodding his head, he decided not to push the matter. A part of him wanted to
“You both need each other right now. You’ve both lost people you love- curse and rant about Lucius to her, but he doubted it would do either of them any
“Draco, I haven’t spoken to her in almost three decades. And the things I said good. He had no idea what his parents had been through while he was away and, if
to her...nobody should ever say those kinds of things to a sister.” he was honest, he really didn’t want to discuss his father any longer. He had a feeling
“But she’s forgiven me, and she will- that it would be a topic brought up a lot over the next few days, and he already felt
“I haven’t forgiven myself for what I said to her,” she confessed dejectedly. “The burdened with that notion. Plus, there would always be some censorship with how
things I said were... so awful- much he told his mother about how Lucius had so brutally dismissed him. Breaking
“Mother- her already broken heart was something he refused to do.
“But maybe, now that we have you in common...Perhaps I could come and visit, “I stayed with Andromeda,” he blurted, feeling the need to break the silence.
see how things go.” Narcissa’s eyes widened. “Okay.”
Draco nodded his head, though he suspected that she was saying it more for his “She took me in, kept me safe.”
benefit. “You should.” “That was...good of her.”
“Perhaps,” she repeated. “I like her, mum,” he said. “I like her a lot, actually.”
“But you still intend to move to Guernsey?” Her jaw twitched with regret. “I did, too.”
“I do. But, as I said, you can get there by Floo, and once you’ve visited a few Draco contemplated saying more, and then, for some reason, he thought about
times, you could Apparate.” asking her how she felt about Bellatrix’s death, but he decided against it quickly.
“And... you don’t mind me living with Andromeda?” Broken heart. Broken everything.
She hesitated and pursed her lips with contemplation, staring at his face with an A blur of familiar bushy hair in his peripheral vision drew his attention back to
expression caught somewhere between hurt and proud. After at least one full mi- the crowd and he saw Granger. She was speaking with Longbottom, but she must
nute, she forced another smile and touched his face, stroking the ridge of his cheek have felt his stare because her eyes met his, and she smiled softly at him. Narcissa
with her thumb. followed his line of sight to Hermione and then looked back to him, her expression
“I will miss you terribly, of course,” she murmured gently. “But I think your deci- gentle and pensive.
sion to stay with Andromeda is the right one. And I...I am happy with your decision.” “You love her very much, don’t you?” she said.
He exhaled his relief. “Thank you.” He nodded his head once. “She’s...she’s just the reason. For everything. I can’t
Draco allowed his mother to pull him towards her and envelop him in a desper- explain it.”
ate, crushing embrace. He also allowed her to sob into the crook of his shoulder, “She’s... certainly a very special girl.”
until he could actually feel the dampness of her tears seep through his and shirt and “She saved my life.”
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in her throat. Clasping her hands together tightly in her lap, she took a deep breath. Enlightened. Draco suspected that McGonagall’s main reason for this was to deter
“Draco,” she said slowly, bringing his focus back to her. “I’m not going to pretend the skeptical glances that had continued to drift over them during the day and, in
that I completely understand, or that when I look at her I don’t see... what I’ve always some respects, it had worked.
seen. But I promise you, I will learn. I will learn, just like you have. I promise, I will.” But people had also noticed that Lucius’ name hadn’t been in that list of unlikely
“I know you will,” he replied. heroes, and many had witnessed him firing curses and hexes during the battle. Every-
“And I want you to know that I have never, ever, been as proud of you as I am today.” body knew what Lucius was, but they didn’t know enough to not have questions. Like
Flinging her arms around him in another desperate, seizing hug, Narcissa his mother, Draco had also been approached by a couple of would-be journalists to ask
smiled against Draco’s shoulder, and then she kissed his cheek in that firm way that about his personal experiences during the war, including the details about Lucius.
mothers do. As she released him from her maternal death-grip, she lifted her hand The difference between Draco and his mother was that he had Granger.
to stroke the side of his face. Her eyes were beaming with joy that was suppressed Granger: Potter the Saviour’s best friend, and arguably the most loved and re-
only slightly by the glistening of tears, and her smile was fragile at the corners, but spected teenage witch in Great Britain right now.
it was there nonetheless. With barely a glance of admonishment, Granger could stifle the ever-prying
“We can talk about everything properly later once the dust settles, both literally press and Draco would be saved from having to deal with any nosy sods who
and figuratively. I owe some people my gratitude, and to a great deal more, I owe thought they had rights to his private life.
apologies.” She glanced back to Hermione, who had begun to tentatively approach Because he was Hermione Granger’s boyfriend, and that title certainly had its
them. “And it will allow you two some time alone.” benefits at the moment.
“Thank you.” And what was his mother’s title? Narcissa Malfoy: Widow of Lucius Malfoy, the
“I love you very much.” Death Eater who killed a teenage boy.
“I love you, too.” Even with the support of McGonagall and Hermione, and the knowledge that
With a final cracked smile, she stood up and moved away from him, and he Narcissa had worked with the Order, people were still wary, and there was little he
studied her with interest as she headed directly for Hermione. She shifted her could do about that. People’s minds are dangerously stubborn things that often seek
weight nervously as Narcissa stopped in front of her, and Draco strained to hear the more sordid and scandalous stories for their own amusement, regardless of the
their exchange, but they were too far away and the roar of the room drowned out reasoning of their slightly softer hearts.
anything he might have caught. After a fleeting conversation between the two He didn’t blame his mother for wanting to leave. Had it not been for Granger,
witches, he quirked an eyebrow when he witnessed his mother pull Hermione in he would have Apparated his way to the other side of the world by now.
for a brief but undeniably awkward hug that looked anything but comfortable for “Right,” he mumbled. “I understand, but... how long are you planning to stay
either of them. Despite how unnatural it looked, Draco felt one of the corners of his in Guernsey?”
mouth lift into half a smile. “I’m not sure exactly, but at least a year.”
It only lasted a few seconds, and then Narcissa was marching away, leaving be- “A year? What the... I thought you just meant for a month or two. Are you
hind an evidently bewildered Hermione. Noticing Draco’s amused stare, she sure, mother?”
grinned back and continue to walk the short distance to where he sat, perching “I’m positive, Draco. I need to...get away,” she told him. “And I wanted to know
herself on the stool beside him. Slowly, she yanked at her sleeve and rolled it up to if you wanted to come with me.”
her elbow, displaying the clean and unmarked skin of her forearm. Draco’s face dropped. “Come with you?”
“It’s gone,” she said, satisfied. “That Mudblood mark that Bellatrix cursed me “Look, you don’t have to. You’ll be turning eighteen soon and you’ll get your
with. I felt it disappear when she died. Blaise was right.” inheritance-
With almost hopeful urgency, Draco mimicked her actions and pulled up his “Mother-
sleeve, also revealing bare skin, unblemished by the Dark Mark that had once sat “But if you’re worried about not seeing Hermione as much, she is welcome to
there so brazenly. come and stay whenever-
“Thank Merlin,” he mumbled. “I wasn’t... I didn’t know if it would go.” “No, it’s not that,” he said, exhaling hard to steady himself. “Mother, I can’t live
“It’s gone,” she said, reaching for his arm and bringing it up to her lips to place with you, and it’s not because of Granger.”
a chaste kiss where the Dark Mark had been. “How do you feel without it?”

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 HERE LIES LUCIUS ARMAND MALFOY Cocking his head to the side with thought, he said, “I know this is an odd word
1954 - 1998 to describe it, but I feel... clean.”
FINALLY AT PEACE “I know what you mean,” she nodded, and then quirked a confused eyebrow at
As Draco and Narcissa walked a path which led through the Manor gardens from him. “What I do find odd is that you’re sitting on a Gryffindor bench.”
the burial plot, they could see a small group of Aurors near the main gates. Prelimi- “Far stranger things have happened today.”
nary investigations and searches were still taking place for any dangerous artifacts “Like when your mother just hugged me?”
that Voldemort may have used during his stay at the Manor. As a result, Narcissa “That’s certainly in the top ten,” he said, leaning back and resting his shoulder
had been staying in one of the Malfoy holiday homes near the Blashford lakes. blades against the table behind them. “What did she say to you?”
“I spoke to Mad-Eye earlier,” said Narcissa, her voice a little hoarse. “He said Hermione scooted a little closer to him, settling her hand on his knee and ig-
that they could be doing these searches in the Manor for months.” noring the unpleasant texture of his dirt-encrusted trousers. “She thanked me for
Draco scowled. “Months?” saving your life.”
“Yes. Apparently they’ve found a few things already.” “And what did you say?”
“So you’re going to keep staying in Blashford?” he asked. “Until they say you “I told her I didn’t save your life. I told her that you did that by yourself.”
can move back in?” Draco’s brow crinkled into a frown. He disagreed with her, but the tone of her
Narcissa stopped walking so Draco did too. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you voice told him to resist challenging her comment.
about that.” “She’s not completely okay with it, is she?” mumbled Hermione. “Us, I mean.”
“Okay,” he said warily. “Is everything alright?” Sighing, he moved his fingers to massage the vertebra beads at the top her spine.
“I think so. You see, I think I need to get out of Britain for a while.” “Not yet. But she’ll get there.”
“You’re leaving?” “Like you did?”
“I don’t know if I have the strength to return to the Manor, Draco,” she sighed “Like I did.”
sadly. “Too many bad things happened in there that I... can’t revisit.” Dropping one his arms to drape across her shoulders, his fingers absently toyed
Draco hesitated, confused. “But...where do you intend to go?” with wisps of hair crowning the nape of her neck. He was tired now. So unbelievably
“We have a property in Guernsey, and I- tired. He could quite happily settle his head against Hermione’s shoulder and let
“Guernsey? The island?” his lids fall shut.
“Listen to me a moment. I know it’s quite far away, but there are Floo links to “Tired?” asked Hermione.
both the British Ministry and the French Ministry if I need anything.” She looked “Hm,” he grunted. His heavy lids were aching now, and despite his best efforts
down at her feet. “Most importantly, no one there knows me. It’s isolated. You to resist, they slid shut. “Shattered.”
know, I’ve already had some hopeful journalists contact me, asking about Lucius- He heard the bench creak as Hermione moved and then he felt the tips of her
“Tell them to fuck off.” hair tickle his cheeks before she kissed him. Their first kiss since Voldemort’s de-
“Draco,” she frowned. “I want to be away from it all for a while, until some of it feat, and it was appropriately tender and quiet. A throaty hum vibrated in his chest
dies down, at least.” of its own accord as a numbing sense of calmness spread through him, encouraged
He tried hard not to understand, but he did. He knew exactly what was going by the persistent tug of exhaustion. As the deep darkness of looming sleep began to
through her mind. cloud his mind, he realised this was the first time in over a year that he had closed
On the evening of the day of the Battle, when the sun had just started to sink his eyes and felt completely safe.
behind the hills and everything had been bathed in orange, McGonagall had called “Have a quick nap,” he heard Hermione mumble, and one of her hands pushed
the attention of all the survivors. Everyone had taken part in a two-minute silence, his hair away from his face. “I’ll wake you up in a little while.”
raising their glowing wands above their heads as a sign of respect for the fallen.
Thereafter, McGonagall had revealed Snape’s innocence and declared that he ★★★
would be remembered as nothing less than a hero.
She had also taken the time to note several other, as she called them, “Unlikely Draco didn’t manage to fall asleep. Not really.
Heroes”, which included himself, his mother, and the other members of the

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 He lingered in that blissful but torturous state between awake and sleeping; was killed in the war and I think they’re moving in soon. Heard them talking about
aware of his surroundings but, oblivious to time or context. it. You’ll be free of us all soon.”
A low rumble of voices pulled him away from that purgatory back to conscious- “...Yes.”
ness despite his best attempts to avoid it. He could feel Hermione’s hand still in his Noting the hint of sadness in her tone, Draco glanced in her direction.
hair, tracing lazy patterns against his crown, and he was relieved that she was still “What’s wrong?”
at his side. Keeping his eyes closed and listening carefully, he recognised the voices “Nothing,” she said quickly, but then she tilted her head thoughtfully to the side.
of Blaise, Lovegood, Weasley, and Longbottom, all contributing to a conversation “I mean, I knew you would all be leaving soon. This was always just a temporary
with his girlfriend, and then a couple more voices he couldn’t quite place. They arrangement, but the idea of the house being all quiet... well, not completely quiet
were inevitably discussing the battle. with Teddy, but still...”
The victory. Her voice faded into a telling silence that made Draco’s eyebrows draw together
Slowly, he peeled open one eye and glanced at the little collection of people that in the centre of his forehead in a slight frown. Studying her closely, he tried to put
had gathered around him and Granger since he had tried to fall asleep. As he’d himself in her shoes. She was hardly young; by the time Teddy was a teenager she
deduced, the group included Blaise, Lovegood, Weasley, and Longbottom, and sit- would be well into her sixties. Already, the strain of the last week — all the deaths
ting with them were also Ginny Weasley, Katie Bell, and Dean Thomas. and trying to stifle the grief to care for this little baby — had added a few grey hairs
Lovegood and Ginny Weasley were chatting about something to do with thes- to her crown and some wrinkles to her brow. As she tipped the kettle to pour some
trals while Blaise and Thomas discussed theories about how Potter had beaten water in a stewpot, he realised her hands were slightly shaking and, despite her best
Voldemort. Hermione was talking with Longbottom about how he had decapitated efforts to mask it, he had noticed the tear-tracks staining her cheeks most mornings.
Nagini, and Weasley was carefully wrapping Katie Bell’s swollen hand in a bandage. She was coping fantastically well, almost at a supernatural level, but he had a
As his eyes scanned the group, he thought they all looked the same to some feeling the cracks in her brave facade would only begin to deepen as time rolled on.
extent; all bearing expressions of paradoxes. The all looked exhausted, but wide Just like buildings, even the strongest and proudest of people are beaten and bat-
awake. They all looked calm but anxious. They all looked happy but sad. tered by time, if not war.
He must’ve moved slightly because the bench groaned and Hermione twisted Teddy had fallen asleep in his arms, so he carefully placed the baby back in his
her head to smile down at him. Moses basket, tucking him in like Andromeda had shown him a few days ago.
“Good morning,” she said. “Actually, ‘Dromeda,” said Draco. “There was something I wanted to ask you.”
Draco sat up and wiped his face with his dusty fingers. “Is it still morning?”
“Yes. You were only out for about twenty minutes.” ★★★
“It’s hard to sleep when everyone insists on talking so bloody loud,” he grumbled,
flinching when Hermione half-heartedly slapped his knee. “Did I miss anything?” It was pathetic, really.
“Shacklebolt, Mad-eye, and some others took the Death Eaters down to the dun- So monumentally pathetic.
geons,” said Blaise. “That’s about it.” Aside from the two young volunteers that Shacklebolt had politely asked to as-
Draco nodded. He wondered how long it would take for all the Death Eaters, sist with the actual burial of Lucius’ coffin in the Malfoy family plot, only two peo-
including Lucius, to be sent to Azkaban. Or even if they would be sent to Azkaban ple attended his funeral: Narcissa and Draco.
at all; there was clearly a security issue there. And they would need to face trial first. Draco had held his mother’s trembling hand as she had furiously wiped away
The Ministry would inevitably take a while to become a functioning authority any tears that had spilled down her cheeks during the ceremony.
again, even with all the tenacity of the Order and Voldemort stone cold dead. If you could call it a ceremony.
As these thoughts pestered his mind, Draco became aware of Longbottom staring at Narcissa had said a few words and that had been it; the fact that she didn’t even
him with confused, narrowed eyes, and his head slightly cocked to the side. Blinking ask Draco if he would like to say anything spoke volumes to him. She’d been right
when Draco caught his eye, he corrected himself and cleared his throat awkwardly. not to ask him, though. Had it been up to him, he wouldn’t have attended at all.
“Sorry,” he blurted loudly, drawing the attention of everyone else in the small The whole thing was over in less than ten minutes and that was that. Lucius was
group. “But... I mean, I have to ask.” gone forever, six feet under, neither forgiven nor forgotten.
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 “Not everyone,” she said. “Not Teddy, not you.” Draco exchanged a quick, knowing glance with Blaise. “Go on then, Longbottom.”
Draco frowned. “Are we enough?” “So you two are good now?”
“Oh, god,” she muttered, looking horrified that he had questioned it. “Of course Blaise grinned. “Define good.”
you are. Without a doubt, you are both more than enough. And I have my other “Well...” he began hesitantly. “You know. Like you’re not...You know.”
members of the Enlightened, of course. Blaise, Miles, Tracey, Milli... I am very fond “We’re not Death Eaters,” said Draco.
of you all. This might sound silly, but I... I like to consider myself as a sort of aunt “Not just that. During school you were both...um...you were both...”
figure to all of you that stayed here- “Twats?” offered Ron.
“Much more than an aunt, ‘Dromeda,” he assured her, and she smiled in re- “Yes!” Neville exclaimed, and then his face dropped. “No! No, wait, that
sponse. “To Theo, too.” wasn’t what I-
“Yes. Poor Theo.” “We’re still twats,” said Blaise, shrugging his shoulders. “But I guess we’re...de-
“I never did get to really say thank you, ‘Dromeda. For agreeing to let Theo be cent twats now.”
buried next to Ted. You didn’t have to do that.” “Decent twats sounds like an apt description,” agreed Draco.
“Honestly, I am honoured,” she said. “For my husband to have had such a pos- Hermione frowned as she leaned in to peck his cheek. “I don’t think it is. I would
itive impact on someone as damaged as Theo that he would ask...I am very proud. say you two are good, decent men.”
Of both of them.” “And sorry, can I just check something?” asked Neville. “You two” — he pointed
Another high-pitched noise cut the air. As the kettle blew its whistle, Teddy’s at Hermione and Draco — “And you two” — his finger moved to Luna and Blaise
cries grew louder, as if he was trying to outmatch it. — “Are... you know... together?”
“Oh dear,” mumbled Andromeda. “All four of us?” smirked Draco. “Not exactly my taste, Longbottom, but I can’t
“Give him here,” said Draco, gesturing to Teddy. “I’ll hold him.” speak for the others.”
“No, no, we don’t want to crease your suit.” “I didn’t mean... You’re just messing with me, aren’t you?”
“‘Dromeda, it’s fine,” he insisted, carefully taking the baby from her. “I really Hermione stifled a laugh with the back of her hand. “Draco and I are a couple,
couldn’t care less about how my suit looks for Lucius’ funeral.” and Luna and Blaise are a couple, Neville,” she explained, smiling fondly at him.
Andromeda looked like she wanted to comment, but she must have changed “Any more questions?”
her mind and she made her way over to deal with the hissing kettle. Once settled “Just one. How the hell did that happen?”
against Draco’s chest, Teddy’s howling calmed into soft sniffles and those gentle, Hermione and Draco shared a brief but meaningful glance. They weren’t sure
intelligible sounds that babies make. Within the past week he had received a crash- themselves how they had happened. It had sort of snuck up on them both, like a
course in baby care from Andromeda and Hermione and, to be fair, he was slowly blast of wind shaking the trees before it reaches you.
getting the hang of it. “I’m sorry, Neville,” said Hermione. “But it’s a long story, and one I’m too
“He likes you,” said Andromeda. “Is Hermione not going with you to the funeral?” tired to tell.”
“No. She offered, but I told her there was no need for her to come. She has no “Fair enough,” he sighed, getting to his feet. “Tell me another time then. I’m sure it’s
reason to mourn Lucius at all.” an... interesting story. I’m going to see if the professors need a hand with anything.”
“Then where is she? Did she stay here last night or at Grimmauld Place?” “I’ll come with you,” said Dean.
“She stayed here, but she headed to Hogwarts this morning with the others,” he “I will too,” said Katie, turning to Ron with an almost bashful smile before she
explained. “Didn’t you hear them leave?” stood up. “Thank you for bandaging my hand.”
“I thought I heard Milli and Tracey leave, but not the others,” she said absently. “No problem,” he beamed back. “See you later.”
“You know that Milli’s moving out this evening?” The three waved their goodbyes as they left the rest of the little group behind
“Is she?” and Draco noted the cordial nod that Longbottom offered him. He nodded back.
“She’s going to stay with her uncle in Gloucestershire. I met him yesterday and To be fair, the guy had decapitated an enormous snake which had had happened
he’s a nice man. And then Luna and Blaise are moving into Xenophilius’ house at to be the pet of the most evil wizard known to the magical world. That alone had
the weekend, now it’s been repaired.” earned Longbottom some respect, albeit a reluctant kind.
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 He blinked blankly at her. “Uh, yes, I guess.” “I don’t believe that.”
“And didn’t you two used to play Quidditch together?” “Well, that’s how I feel.”
“...Yes?” Exhaling, she shook her head sadly. “You are allowed to feel something for
She grinned contentedly to herself. “Well, that’s nice, isn’t it?” him, Draco-
“Um, sure, Luna,” he replied, awkwardly clearing his throat. “I don’t-
“And you and Draco are friends now,” she said. “That’s also nice.” “Just listen to me for a minute,” she pleaded. “Do you think I didn’t feel any-
Draco slowly turned to face her, his eyes slitting into a glare. “Lovegood, you thing when I found out Bellatrix was dead?”
have all the subtlety of a mountain troll in drag.” Draco’s eyes flashed with shock. “Did you?”
“So you’re not friends? You appear to be getting on well enough.” “Yes. She was my sister.”
“Well enough,” repeated Draco dryly. “She killed your daughter!”
“We’re as good as we’ll probably ever be,” said Ron. “I think friends is certainly “She was still a someone in my life,” Andromeda said, her voice quivering. “And
pushing it a bit, though, Luna.” when I found out that she had died, there was a faint, but real instinctive twinge in
“I prefer to think of it as a... mutual tolerance.” my heart, and it was sadness. Yes, I hated her. I swear on my soul I still hate her,
“But you see, you’re not very good at admitting you have friends,” mumbled and I will probably hate her until the lonely day I die for everything that she did to
Luna thoughtfully. “You still don’t think I’m your friend.” me and my beautiful family. She stole them from me...” She paused to sleeve away
Draco glowered at her. “That’s because you’re not.” some tears and then she took a deep, shaking breath. “But I loved her once. I loved
“Oh, I definitely am,” she said confidently. her, just as you loved Lucius.”
“She is,” Hermione agreed, smiling smugly at Draco. “Speaking of friends, I ha- Draco averted his eyes to the floor. “I only feel the hate.”
ven’t seen Harry for a while now.” “No, that’s all you choose to feel when you think about him, because it’s easier,”
“He was talking to Aberforth last time I saw him,” said Ron. “Maybe he slipped she replied, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I understand that. I really do. But
out for a bit to get some space. Can’t imagine he’s had a second to think with some- it’s okay, Draco. It’s okay to feel things for people who don’t deserve it. It’s okay to
one congratulating every two seconds.” feel things that you don’t want to feel for people who don’t deserve it. If everyone
“How was Harry when you spoke to him?” asked Luna. could stifle their feelings towards undeserving people, the world would be too per-
“Much the same as everyone else,” replied Hermione. “Elated and devastated all fect. We are only human, but we are sometimes at our most beautiful when we feel
at once. Don’t think he can believe he’s done it, really.” things we shouldn’t.”
“I have to say,” muttered Blaise, “I didn’t think Potter would actually be capable Draco continued to study the floor, uncomfortably shuffling his feet and scuff-
of beating Voldemort.” ing his shoes against Andromeda’s kitchen tiles. His mouth was dry with the ab-
“Hm,” Draco hummed in agreement. ‘‘Despite Granger’s pestering to the con- sence of words and his mind heavy with too many thoughts. Thankfully, a shrill,
trary, I didn’t think he could kill him either.” piercing cry saved him from his own silence.
“I wasn’t sure I could do it either, to be honest.” Andromeda sighed as Teddy began to wail from his Moses basket. Lingering for
The intimate little group of five all simultaneously turned with stunned gasps, a moment in front of Draco, she thumbed away a stubborn crease in his tie and
whipping around their heads to the find the source of the new voice. Floating just then headed for the baby, lifting him up into her arms.
behind Hermione’s shoulder was Harry’s disembodied face, bobbing like a creepy, “He’s certainly going to be a loud one,” she mumbled, rocking him. “Just like
rogue balloon as he smiled sheepishly at them. his mother was. Poor thing.”
“Merlin’s bollocks, Potter!” exclaimed Draco, catching his breath after the Watching them both, Draco felt a pressure build up inside of him; an uneasiness
shock. “What the hell are you doing, sneaking up on people? Don’t you think our that made everything seem a little off-balance.
hearts have had enough attacks for the- “‘Dromeda,” he started slowly. “How the hell do you do it?”
“Shhh, Malfoy,” hissed Harry, glancing around. “I don’t want to attract too “Do what, dear?”
much attention.” “Carry on.”
“Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to scare the She looked up from her weeping grandson. “Because I have to.”
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suspected: Lucius Malfoy had attempted to Apparate from Hogwarts to the “Congratulations, Potter,” interrupted Blaise, his mouth tight with a sincere sort
Manor and had fatally splinched. of awkwardness. “I mean...good job, I guess.”
Shacklebolt had informed Draco in person. As Potter offered an amicable nod to Blaise, Draco attempted to ignore Hermi-
Draco had nodded his head once, clenched his jaw, and had simply said, “Okay.” one’s elbow discreetly prodding into his ribs, but her jabs were persistent and be-
Of course, the question had crossed Draco’s mind: just why the hell had Lucius coming more painful with every second. Coughing to clear his throat, he folded his
attempted to Apparate into his room? He’d probably never know, and he had arms across his chest and studied his shoes, pretending not to notice as everyone’s
forced himself not to torture himself with analysing all the possible scenarios. eyes slowly turned to him.
Perhaps it was best he didn’t know. There is a certain level of freedom with ignorance. “What Blaise said,” he mumbled, but apparently, from the glare Granger sent
Two days later and he was still seemingly stoic as Andromeda fixed his black tie in his direction, that wasn’t sufficient. “Nice work with...the hero shit and... stuff.”
into a perfect knot around his neck with nimble fingers. They were both silent; he In spite of himself, Harry grinned. “That’s the best I can expect from you, isn’t it?”
didn’t comment on his aunt’s chewed fingernails, and she didn’t comment on his “Yes. Take it or leave it, Potter,” he said, and then, as an afterthought, “Do I get
tense shoulders. Peering over her shoulder, Draco watched Teddy sleep soundlessly my wand back?”
in his Moses basket, completely at peace. Ignorance is such bliss. Smoothing down “I just need to take care of a couple of things, and then it’s yours. Not as the
his tie and tucking it behind the folds of his suit jacket, Andromeda sighed and Elder Wand, though, obviously.”
offered him a weak smile. “Harry,” interjected Hermione, “Why on Earth are you wearing your invisi-
“There,” she said. “You look very smart in that suit.” bility cloak?”
“I should hope so. I feel like this is the only thing I’ve bloody worn for the past “He has an invisibility cloak?” asked Draco, and then, grumbled, “Of course
week. I might as well sleep in it.” he bloody does.”
It was an exaggeration, of course. In the week since the Battle of Hogwarts, “I wanted some peace and quiet,” he said, ignoring Draco’s comments and shift-
Draco had attended three funerals; Remus and Tonks had been burried three days ing his eyes between Hermione and Ron. “But there’s something I want to do. Will
after the event, Ted had been buried the day after that, and then Theo had been you two come with me?”
buried beside him the day after that. Without a moment’s hesitation, Hermione and Ron were on their feet, nearing
Four people, three funerals. Potter’s hovering head. With what sounded like a flutter of material, they disap-
Draco had found out about Lucius’ death just one hour after they had lowered peared, along with Potter’s head. The sounds of shuffling footsteps pattered across
Theo into the ground. When Draco thought back to that day, it was all a blur of the floor for a few moments, and then there was nothing except a slight drag mark
drizzle, black clothes, and concerned brown eyes. Granger’s eyes. where Potter’s magic cloak had disturbed some dust and debris.
And, of course, this black suit. Blaise moved his rather amused eyes over to Draco. “Does it bother you that
His mother had bought him the suit back in fifth year, just after Lucius had been your girlfriend just disappeared with two men using a magical item with the sole
arrested. He had worn it almost a year ago, when he’d let the Death Eaters into Hog- purpose of providing privacy?”
warts and consequently been forced to go into hiding with Snape. It was the only “No,” he replied honestly. “And that, in some ways, is troubling in itself. I am a
outfit he had in his possession that he had owned prior to that night. With the excep- little pissed off, though. I had quite a few questions I wanted to ask, like what Potter
tion of the night that the Death Eaters invaded Hogwarts, Draco had only worn the was saying about Snape, and how he died.” He sighed and shrugged. “I guess my
suit to one other occasion before the Battle of Hogwarts: two years ago at Lucius’ trial. questions will just have to wait until later.”
There was an irony there somewhere, but he didn’t care enough to take notice of it. Blaise rubbed his chin. “We all have a lot of questions, Draco. The answers will
Back then the suit had been slightly too big, but now it fit him perfectly, which come when the dust settles.”
only made him resent it more. “Can I ask you a question, Draco?” said Luna, leaning forward, her expression
So, today would be his fourth funeral, and he would watch a fifth corpse being intrigued.
dipped into the ground like a dead, purposeless seed. Lucius’ corpse. A purpose- He regarded her cautiously. “I’m sure you will regardless of my answer, Lovegood.”
less seed, indeed. “Well...you were the master of the Elder Wand, but you had no idea?”
“How are you feeling?” asked Andromeda. “Not a clue.”
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 “That’s a good question,” remarked Blaise, his tone slightly softer with affection.
“Never was a big fan of ‘what if’ questions,” said Draco. The reality of his own
was complex enough without considering others. “I never saw the point in them.”
“Oh, come on, mate. Luna asked you a decent question there. Amuse us.”
Tilting his head to the side in thought, Draco travelled back in his mind to
when he’d been stranded with Snape in Scotland for months, fearing for his life
and constantly looking over his shoulder, practically waiting for Voldemort to
find and kill him. Had he known then that the power of the Elder Wand was in
his trembling hands, of course he would have used it, but that wasn’t what Luna
and Blaise were asking him.
They were asking him if he would trade a reality of power with the reality he
AFTER
lived in now; the reality with Granger.
He tried to imagine it. He tried to imagine never being forced to stay in her
dorm. He tried to imagine that all those arguments had never happened. He tried
to imagine that she hadn’t sliced open his palm, and then hers, and blended their
blood. He tried to imagine never kissing her after the bee sting. He tried to imagine
that they’d never been ice-skating, or watched fireworks, or had sex, or read Shake-
speare, or talked, or cried, or kissed, or screamed, or anything.
He tried to imagine the absence of all those things, and merely the notion of LUCIUS MALFOY’S BODY WAS DISCOVERED ON MAY 6TH, JUST FOUR
such made something at his very core ache. days after Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter in what had become known as
A reality without his and Hermione’s isolation from the rest of the world, and the Battle of Hogwarts.
all the events that had been catalysed by that, was not something he could even Efforts to rebuild and restore Hogwarts to all her former beauty had com-
bear to contemplate. menced two days after the battle, and Professor Slughorn had found the body — or
“Both of you already know my answer,” he said quietly. “I wouldn’t change it.” rather, some of it — under a fallen wall in the courtyard.
Luna beamed back at him with an almost proud expression. “I knew you were Beneath the rubble had been Lucius’ left leg, some of his torso, and his Dark
going to say that.” Leaning her head against Blaise’s shoulder, she sighed with con- Mark-stained arm. The rest of his body wasn’t found until the next day, when two
tentment. “Everything’s going to change, and it’s going to be so much better.” Aurors stumbled across the rest of Lucius’ corpse in Malfoy Manor.
With a select group of loyal and trustworthy Aurors, Shacklebolt and Mad-Eye
had restored some semblance of legal order to the Wizarding World. This small
makeshift Ministry of no more than fifty members was slowly tackling the wide-
spread damage littered across the British landscape and rounding up the remaining
Death Eaters, incarcerating them to await trail.
Shacklebolt had ordered that nobody enter Malfoy Manor in case Voldemort
had been using any dark artifacts while he had been using it as his base that might
injure anyone who should enter the grounds. After a few days of studying the
Manor and testing its safety with some probing spells, the Aurors had been sent in
to search the property and ensure it was secure.
They found the other half of Lucius inside the Manor. More specifically, inside
Draco’s bedroom.
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that the ceiling and the floor were intact. That’s not to say the room was unaffected.
Much like everywhere in the castle, the majority of the furniture was upended and
there were various belongings scattered around the room. Granger’s old bedroom
door had been blown off its hinges, and beyond that he could see her window had
completely shattered. The bathroom door was open and he noticed that quite a few
tiles had smashed and lay broken across the floor like an accidental mosaic. He
counted the fallen tiles; there were seventeen. His old bedroom door was shut, and
he no real desire to see what was inside; after he and Granger had started their re-
lationship, he hadn’t spent much time in it anyway.
And then, finally, he spotted something on the floor which made him hesitate,
and a lump formed in his throat.
It was the book that Granger had asked him to read all those months ago; Martin
Luther King’s biography.
The picture of the man stared back up at him with warm, smiling eyes. Draco
bent down to retrieve it with careful, gentle hands, and then he placed it on an
empty bookshelf, fixing it so that he could still see King’s amiable expression. When
he turned back to Granger, she was watching his movements intently.
“It survived very well,” she said, gesturing with her arms to the room. “A couple
of little dents and bruises here and there, but nothing that can’t be fixed. In fact, it’s
probably one of the best rooms I’ve seen so far.”
Draco nodded. “It’s in pretty good shape.”
“I don’t know why, but I wanted to show you. I thought it was kind of...com-
forting to see how well it endured the war.”
“Yes,” he said simply, still glancing around. “It feels rather... odd being in here,
though.”
“I know what you mean,” she agreed, nearing him. “I’m not even sure why, but
it does feel strange. It’s like I’m surrounded by ghosts. Every inch of this room
rouses a memory.”
“And not all of them are good memories.”
Hermione frowned. “No, not all of them. Most of them, though. Being here
makes me think of reading Shakespeare, making tea in the morning...”
“Ice skating at Christmas, watching the fireworks from your window seat,” he
added, leaning in to kiss her softly. His lips lingered on hers for a moment, warm
and supple; she tasted like apple juice. When he pulled away, he smirked down at
her and said, “And, of course, all the sex.”
Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Do you always have to lower the tone?”
“Always,” he chided, stealing another quick, cheeky kiss before he turned to-
wards Hermione’s bedroom. “Especially when I walk in here. Hey, Granger, you do
you fancy a quick—
“Don’t finish that sentence,” she scolded. “What did you want to tell me? About
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 All the mirth drained away from Draco’s sharp features. Brushing away the bro-
ken glass on the cushions, he perched himself on the window seat and bade Hermi-
one to join him.
“Should I be worried?” asked Hermione, warily edging forward.
“No, just come here.”
They sat side by side, feet dangling out of the broken window. The sun was sooth-
ingly warm on their faces despite the veil of mist shrouding its glow, and just beyond
Hogwarts’ grounds, a small herd of Thestrals were gracefully flying south with a flight
of swallows. The sounds of all the people repairing the castle were occasionally
caught on a wayward breeze, but for the most part, it was quiet up here; quiet
enough that Draco could hear Hermione nervously tapping the window frame.
“Granger, there really is nothing to worry about,” he said, holding her hand to
still her agitated tapping. “I promise. I just needed to tell you that my mother has
decided to move away for a little while—
“Are you leaving?” blurted Hermione.
“No, Granger, calm down. I’m not leaving. My mother’s moving to Guernsey,
and apparently Mad-Eye said that nobody can enter Malfoy Manor for a while; not
that I was planning to move back in after...”
“Everything that happened in there.”
“Exactly,” he nodded. “But it doesn’t really matter anyway. I spoke to Aunt
‘Dromeda this morning, and I’m going to live with her for a while.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“She’s going to need help with Teddy, and I don’t want her to be alone. I mean,
she’s coping well with everything, but I think she needs someone to be with her,
and when I asked if I could stay, she seemed pretty happy about the idea.”
“I think that’s a great idea. I think that’s...very noble of you.”
“It’s not noble, Granger, it’s just returning a favour. She helped me out when I
needed it and now I can repay her.”
“Well, I think it’s noble,” she insisted, squeezing his hand. “So...that was it? You
had me all worried about that?”
“You had yourself worried.”
“You were acting very serious.”
“I’m a serious person, Granger.”
“Hm,” she hummed absently. “Well, if that’s all the news you have, then I have
some news of my own.”
Draco’s brow crinkled with interest. “Should I be worried?”
“Not at all. I was speaking with McGonagall earlier, and she’s decided that all
the seventh years are going to have the opportunity to return to Hogwarts in Sep-
tember to take the N.E.W.T.s and finish school properly. I’ve decided I’m going
to come back.”
“Really? And anyone can come back?”

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 “Anyone.”
Draco cocked his head, considering the new information carefully. “Do you
think she’d let me come back?”
Hermione snapped her eyes to him, confused. “I... didn’t think you’d want to.”
“Well, I fucked up sixth year and seventh year. I could use all the help I can get.
Do you think McGonagall would let me leave at weekends to visit Andromeda?”
“I don’t see why not. Are you sure you want to come back?”
“I think so. I don’t really know what I want to do. It was always assumed I’d
take over the family business from Lucius, but I guess that’s out the window,” he
sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I might as well get some qualifications while
I’m deciding what to do.”
Hermione smiled fondly at him. “Look at you, being all sensible.”
“Plus, it could be pretty decent. You’ll get Head Girl again and I can sneak into
your dorm so we can—
“Draco. Anyway, McGonagall already asked me and I declined. Last time I was
Head Girl, Hogwarts was almost destroyed.”
He chuckled a little, but it died quickly. The Thestrals and swallows had disappeared
into the distance, and a cloud had sailed into the path of the sun, casting a blanket of
darkness. They both shivered in the shadows, huddling a little closer to each other.
“What about your parents?” asked Draco. “Any news on them?”
“Not since I spoke to he Australian Ministry on Thursday,” said Hermione, her
tone sombre. “I’m just waiting for them to confirm a day when I can go to Brisbane
and try to restore their memories.”
“Nervous?”
Her eyes fell to her fidgeting hands. “I... I knew that there was a possibility that
I wouldn’t be able to restore their memories when I decided to Obilviate them,
so...I’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.”
Draco could tell she didn’t really want to talk about it. To be fair, the sensitive
topic had been brought up on several occasions already during the past few days, and
the slow process meant that there was nothing new to say about it. When she had first
contacted the Australian Ministry two days after the battle, she had cried and ranted
and then cried again, but since then she had spoken very little about her parents, and
he wasn’t going to push her to discuss them anymore than she wanted to.
The sun was still hiding behind that thick cloud, and a brief, but bitter gust of
wind made Hermione’s body jerk with a violent shudder. Stifling a shiver of his
own, Draco shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it across her shoulders, but
she tried to push it away.
“No, I’m filthy,” she said. “And you need to wear this again tomorrow.”
“It’s nothing a quick Scouring Charm won’t fix,” he insisted. “Anyway, I was
considering wearing a different suit tomorrow. You know, something in bright yel-
low. I think Snape would have appreciated the irony.”

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 Hermione cracked a smile as she pulled his jacket around her. “How are you hers, twisting his head to kiss her cheek. There was a gentle tug on his other hand,
feeling about Snape’s funeral?” and he looked down at his daughter, lifting her up so she could better see the
“I don’t know, really,” he confessed, his expression thoughtful. “I mean, I’ve train. Theo’s pram was at his other side, pushed there by Blaise, and Draco peered
known him since I was a toddler, but I don’t really know in what context. We down to watch his sleeping son for a moment. Andromeda was stood close by,
weren’t exactly close, but he was always there. He was such an odd man, though. I dabbing her damp face with her handkerchief, but smiling all the same. The
think he was even stranger now after you told me about his creepy obsession with train’s engine rumbled like an impatient dragon and then, slowly, it started to
Potter’s mother.” crawl forward. Inside the carriage, Teddy waved frantically out the window, as
“You thought that was creepy?” did his two new companions.
“A little. He was obsessed with a woman who’s been dead for seventeen years.” “I’m not looking forward to doing this with Taura and Theo,” mumbled Hermione.
“It wasn’t an obsession, it was unrequited love,” argued Hermione. “One’s dan- “No, me neither,” Draco admitted quietly, holding Taura a bit tighter and peck-
gerous, and one’s tragically beautiful. And I think to do something for someone you ing her forehead. “A while to go yet, though.”
love is wonderful, but to do something for someone who doesn’t love you is possi- But as the Hogwarts Express drifted further and further away, and Teddy
bly the closest thing to perfection that any person could hope to be. When Harry blurred into the distance, he knew that the time would pass quickly. He also knew
explained everything that Snape had done, I was speechless.” that it would be fine. Everything would be fine. Because all was as it should be.
“That’s because you’re a romantic, Granger,” he said. “But, yes, I certainly re-
spected the man, and I know what he did for me. And when you told me about his
feelings for Potter’s mother, I understood what he said to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t tell you? I saw him when I was trying to find you during the battle.”
“You told me you saw him just after Pansy was killed, but you didn’t mention
much about anything he said.” Intrigued, Hermione leaned in closer. “What did
he say to you?”
“He told me that I should be grateful,” he explained, his voice quiet and con-
templative. “That I should be grateful that you love me back.”
“I do love you,” she said, beaming at him. Tilting towards him to plant a kiss on
his cheek, oblivious to the slightly vexed and pensive expression on her lover’s face.
Patting his leg, she then shifted her weight to rise from her seat and said, “Come
on, we should get back and—
“No, Granger, wait a moment,” he rushed out, snatching her hand to keep her
still. “There’s something I need to say.”
With a curious gaze, Hermione twisted so she was facing him, sensing the grav-
ity in his tone. “What is it?”
“I just... I need you to understand,” muttered Draco hesitantly, pulling in a deep
breath. And then he began. “I’m never going to be a man who tells you how lucky I
am to have you, even though I know I am. I’m never going to be a man who tells you
that you’re beautiful everyday, even though you are. And I’m never going to be a man
who tells you I love you everyday, even though I do. And I really do, Granger.”
“I know you do,” she said. “I know.”
“And I’m sorry that I’ll never be that kind of man—
“Draco, don’t—
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sensing his apprehension. “Go on. Go and say goodbye to Teddy.” these things, but I will show them to you until you tell me not to, and probably even
Unable to ignore it, Draco realised that there was a heavy sense of sorrow now then. And you and I are inevitably going to yell and scream at each other, and we’re
sitting in the pit of his stomach as he contemplated Teddy’s imminent departure. going to say stupid things, but they won’t mean anything. What I’m telling you
He had grown so much fonder of the boy than he could have ever predicted eleven right now is what I mean and it’s what matters. Do you understand?”
years ago. He knew that, to Teddy, he had become somewhere in between an older “Of course I do,” said Hermione calmly. “I know we are going to be fine, Draco.
brother and father figure, as had Potter, although he was reluctant to admit that Better than fine. I mean, we’re going to have more obstacles and issues to deal with
they shared such an important role for the same person. in the future, but the worst of it is over and we survived.”
Snaking their way through the others, Draco and Andromeda found Teddy Draco didn’t reply; he simply watched her, but he was forced to squint as that
speaking with Harry. A solemn hush seemed to have descended on the entire plat- stubborn cloud finally glided out of the path of the sun’s rays, freeing the light. It
form now as family members muttered sad goodbyes to the other First Years wait- embraced the bedroom like an old friend, illuminating every crook and corner with
ing to board the train. a dazzling brilliance, and the warmth reached out to stroke both of their faces. Bask-
“…Will see you at Christmas,” Harry was saying. “Trust me, it goes by so quickly.” ing in the glow and feeling completely content, Hermione bent forward to kiss him
“Okay,” nodded Teddy, reaching up to hug him. “I’ll miss you.” again; just a small, swift kiss to savour the almost nostalgic moment on their broken
“I’ll miss you, too.” window seat.
Teddy then flicked his sad eyes to Draco, and Harry took a step back to allow When they pulled apart, Draco took a moment to glance around the room, won-
them some space. dering who would live here next and if they would understand the significance of
“How are you doing?” Draco asked his young cousin. what had happened within these walls. He wondered if they would slip on the bath-
“I’ll be fine.” room tiles, or if they would make tea the muggle way in the kitchenette, or watch
“You really will be. Just remember, if some goofy-looking Gryffindors start talk- the fireworks out of the window, or read books on the window seat.
ing about some evil lord, you ignore them and come straight home.” “Come on then,” said Hermione, breaking his trance as she rose to her feet. “We
Teddy chuckled half-heartedly. “I’ll miss you, Draco.” have a lot of repairing to do. We’ve been in here quite a while.”
“Of course you will.” With a curious feeling of reluctance that he didn’t really understand, Draco left
Without a warning, Teddy rushed at Draco and wrapped his arms around his the security of their window seat, following Hermione as she left her old bedroom
torso with a tight grip. “I know you hate hugs, but-” and went into the lounge. As he trailed behind her, he still found himself looking
“It’s fine,” Draco assured him, patting his back. around, studying the sitting area attentively, hunting for more memories in the quiet
Pulling away, Teddy finally turned to Andromeda, who was now allowing her details of the dorm. By the time he reached the door, he had scrutinised every inch
tears to fall freely. Draco stood to the side, accidentally finding himself near Potter. and all the space between, yet he still looked over his shoulder as he stepped over the
“He hugged me longer than he hugged you,” said Draco. threshold, taking it all in one last time before he closed the door behind him.
Harry scoffed. “No, he didn’t.” And then the room — their room — was empty.
“Pretty sure he did.”
“How did you react to the whole Hufflepuff thing?”
Draco shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine. You?”
“Fine.”
“Liar.”
“Well, you’re lying, too.”
They exchanged a short but knowing glance just as the final warning whistle
echoed around Platform 9¾’s sentinel catacombs. Teddy told his grandmother that
he loved her and hugged her for much longer than he had hugged Draco and Harry
combined. With a parting wave to everyone who had gathered to wish him farewell,
he boarded the train.
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 Draco certainly didn’t know all their names (hell, he doubted they did), but
Granger knew each and every one and went about hugging as many as she could.
In spite of himself, he grinned as his eyes followed her; after the year they’d had, it
was soothing to see her so carefree and jovial amongst her friends.
“Hello, Draco!” shouted Fred, pushing his way toward him. “How are you?”
“Which one are you again?” asked Draco, only half joking as he still tried to

INCLUSION: pacify Theo’s sniffles.

“Hey, Malfoy. Hey, Zabini,” greeted Ron, standing at his brother’s side. “Are
you okay, Malfoy?”
AN EPILOGUE TO “Well, I was doing pretty well until your small army woke up my kid.”
“Is Teddy not with you?” asked Fred.
“Yeah, he’s in my pocket, obviously.”
ISOLATION “Oh, there he is!” shouted Ron, pointing to the other side of the platform. “And
there’s Harry and Ginny with him!”
“Oh joy,” scoffed Draco. “More people.”
Their growing throng seemed to shift as one like the tide toward the final arri-
vals, and Draco took advantage of the distraction to tuck his slightly composed son
Eleven Years Later back in his pram. Teddy and Andromeda neared the group alongside Harry and a
heavily pregnant Ginny. Their two sons, James and Albus, rushed forward to the
others, yanking Teddy along with them until he was seemingly swallowed by his
ANDROMEDA FLINCHED AS SHE TRIED TO SHIFT TEDDY’S SUITCASE waiting crowd of well-wishers.
toward the front door. At fifty-seven, her bones groaned a little louder and longer “Merlin’s grave,” muttered Blaise to Draco. “Do you think there are enough
than they used to; only the other day a sneeze had triggered a series of painful people here to see him off?”
spasms up her spine. Caring for a toddler for the past decade certainly hadn’t “I would say more than enough.”
helped, not that she would have changed that for the world. It was times like this, “Hello, boys,” said Andromeda, appearing from nowhere and instantly smoth-
though, that she really missed Tonks and Ted. It was hard to think about all the ering Blaise in a hug. “Thank you so much for being here today.”
things that they had never had a chance to see as Teddy grew at a blindingly fast Despite her beaming eyes and sincere smile, Draco could tell she’d been crying.
pace. She worried about him, too, and all the moments that had been stolen from “Are you keeping it together, Aunt ‘Dromeda?”
him in this life without his parents. “I’m just happy so many people came to see Teddy. Don’t keep asking me if I’m
But Teddy had been an absolute joy. He had brought her just as many smiles as okay; it will just make me worse”
Tonks had, if not more. The pride she felt when she looked at him was, at times, “Andromeda!” exclaimed Hermione, joining their little cluster with Luna close
awe-inspiring. For a child who had been denied so much by cruel circumstances, behind. “How are you doing? Are you-”
he was a responsible, bright, and kind young man. And, despite the fact that it “Stop, Granger,” said Draco. “You’ll set her off.”
would probably give her some much-needed rest, she was really going to miss his The Hogwarts Express roared its low, aging whistle and the conductor bellowed
presence when he left for Hogwarts tomorrow. out a ten-minute warning.
Fighting the inevitable tears that would no doubt come in torrents the next day, “Oh dear,” said Hermione, looking from Draco to Andromeda. “You two
she attempted to move another one of Teddy’s suitcases, but she got the angle com- should probably go and say your goodbyes.”
pletely wrong, and her back twitched in agony just as the front door opened. “Bugger,” sighed Draco. “This is going to be shit.”
“Ow! Bloody hell!” she gasped. “You just swore,” said Taura, wagging her finger like a miffed teacher. “Twice.”
“Aunt ‘Dromeda, what the hell are you doing?” asked Draco, rushing to her “Tattletale,” he retorted, looking at Hermione. “She’s definitely your daughter.”
side. “Why didn’t you just use magic?” With a reassuring smile, Hermione gently cupped her husband’s face, clearly

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Hermione’s arms and set his daughter down beside Taura. Nova Brigid Zabini was “Because I left my wand in the other room.”
the mirror image of her father, except for the thick mass of black curls crowning “Why didn’t you just Accio it?” asked a younger, smaller voice.
her head and her silver-grey eyes. She was four-years-old, only six months younger Despite her pain, Andromeda smiled and lifted her head to meet a set of curi-
than Taura and, naturally, the two intelligent young witches showed all the signs of ous, dark-grey eyes. “Hello, Taura.”
an enduring friendship. With a little aid from Draco, Andromeda adjusted her crumpled posture and
“Since when do you hug Granger?” Draco asked his old friend as he came to practically scooped the girl up into a warm, familiar embrace. Taura’s bushy,
stand by him. blonde hair tickled her nose, as it always did, not that Andromeda cared at all. Be-
“I think the question is since when has Granger hugged me?” He peered into hind them, Draco’s eyes softened as he watched the pair.
the pram that Draco was still holding. “Nice to see Theo asleep, for a change. Don’t “You’ve learned the Summoning Charm?” asked Andromeda, pulling back to
be rude to Luna again or I’ll wake him up just to piss you off.” peck Taura’s cheek. “You really are such an intelligent young witch, sweetheart.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “She knows I’m only messing with her. Do you get more “Yeah, you try having a five-year-old who already knows some incantations,”
sensitive with each new grey hair that sprouts out of your head?” grumbled Draco, shooting his daughter a look. “Impressive, yes, but also terrifying.
“Don’t be smug, you’ll get them soon; especially if Theo carries on screaming Granger and I have taken to locking our wands away, just in case.”
your roof tiles loose.” Andromeda chuckled in spite of herself. “Then I guess we should be grateful she
But then, Blaise hesitated, and his expression darkened with severity. “Seriously, hasn’t inherited her father’s mischievousness.”
though, is he all better now?” “Yet,” he finished. “Come on, let’s sit you down and I’ll make some tea.”
“Yes, he’s fine. His last follow-up appointment was last week-” “Hermione and Theo not with you?” asked Andromeda as they moved into
“You didn’t say anything.” the kitchen.
“Well, Granger didn’t want people worrying. Anyway, he’s all clear.” “No, Theo’s in the final stages of teething and screaming bloody murder, so I
“Good,” said Blaise, grinning and gracing Draco with a friendly slap on the thought I’d save your eardrums.”
shoulder. “I was a bit concerned about my godson for a while.” “He really is very loud,” agreed Taura.
“Me too,” he admitted quietly. “They’ll be at King’s Cross tomorrow, though,” continued Draco. “I only
“Heads up,” warned Blaise with a nod. “I think I just spotted the Weasleys.” popped around to make sure Teddy was all sorted for tomorrow.”
The moment his godfather had uttered the words, Theo’s chestnut-brown eyes “Did Teddy get his pet?” asked Taura, her eyes animated. “What did he get?”
reluctantly blinked open and he began to whimper and gargle his protests. Grum- “Yes, he did, darling. He got a barn owl. I’m sure he’ll let you have a little play
bling a few profanities under his breath, Draco quickly scooped up his son in an with her. Why don’t you pop up to his room and see her?”
attempt to resettle him. Glancing over his shoulder, Draco saw them; it wasn’t just The words had barely left Andromeda’s mouth before the little witch practically
Ron, Katie, and their children, but also the families of his brothers Fred, George, sprinted for the stairs and clumsily ascended them. They heard her small footsteps
and Bill. They moved like one vast sea of red hair. padding around upstairs until there was a gentle, polite knock at a door. In spite of
“I think Theo’s allergic to Weasleys,” said Draco. himself, Draco grinned as his first-born excitedly invited herself into Teddy’s room
“That’s impossible,” Taura’s little voice countered. “Maybe all the red hair just with an enthusiastic tone that reminded him more and more of her mother. Taura
upsets him.” Andromeda Malfoy was every inch Hermione Granger’s daughter, and he thought
Both Draco and Blaise barked out short gusts of laughter at her comment. that was perfect.
“There’s hope you’ll be in Slytherin yet, my girl,” said Draco, ruffling her hair. Turning back to his Aunt and sitting at the table, Draco cocked an eyebrow as
The Weasley clan slotted themselves into the space occupied by the Malfoys and he studied the dark shadows tucked beneath her eyes and the new wrinkles that
Zabinis with some difficulty. There were sixteen of them, after all. Ron and Katie certainly hadn’t been there a week ago. “You okay, ‘Dromeda?”
had three children: the twins, Milo and Hugo, aged six, and a younger daughter “Me? Oh yes, I’m fine. Are you okay? I remember the teething days, and those
called Lila. Then there were George and his wife Angelina with their two boys, Max- were some sleepless nights.”
imus and Jonah. Next were Fred and his husband Lee Jordan, and their adopted “Indeed,” he nodded, rolling his tired eyes. “According to Mum, he gets it from me.”
daughters: Maisie and Eleanor. Finally, way at the back, were Bill and Fleur with If Taura Andromeda Malfoy was Hermione Granger’s daughter, then Theodore
their daughter Victoire. Orion Malfoy was definitely his son. Although not yet a year old, Draco was already

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drawing parallels between his son and stories his mother had told him about how “I don’t believe it.”
he’d behaved at that age. If Theo was half as smart as his sister, they were going to “Well, I did,” he said. “I told him he could choose whichever House he
be in trouble by the time he reached three. wanted... even sodding Hufflepuff.”
“Your Mum sent me a letter wishing Teddy luck for tomorrow,” said Androm- “Then you did the right thing. You know your opinion means a lot to him.”
eda, interrupting his thoughts. “She’s going to come over for lunch after Teddy’s “And then your bloody daughter started talking like a proper Gryffindor. I’m
gone to Hogwarts.” obviously just destined to grow old surrounded by Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.
Her voice faltered slightly on the final syllable, and Draco noticed. “Hey, if This is my punishment for being a dickhead teenager.”
you’re going to miss having a kid around, you can borrow Theo for a few days.” “Don’t be so melodramatic,” she said, smiling and sitting up. “Come on, we
“There’s a big difference between an eleven-year-old and a one-year-old, Draco.” need to get this pair to bed. We have an early start tomorrow. Harry, Ron, and Luna
“Fair point. So, how is Teddy feeling about tomorrow?” are aiming to get there for about ten, so-”
“I’m not really sure,” sighed Andromeda. “He seemed fine at Diagon Alley to- “Weasley’s coming? Merlin’s arse, this day just keeps getting worse.”
day, but he was a bit distracted. It was very quiet in town.” “If you stop whinging and help me get the kids to bed, I might know how to end
“I read in the paper that there are only a few new students going this year. It your day on a high.”
said it was because they were the ‘War Babies’ and the birth rate was low that year Draco’s eyebrows shot up with intrigue. “Is that you trying to flirt, or are you
for…obvious reasons.” going to trick me into helping you alphabetise your books again?”
“Yes, there are only eighteen First Years. But then apparently the next couple of Hermione smiled and kissed him slowly. “I’m trying to flirt, Draco.”
years will have more students; a typical post-war baby boom.”
Draco frowned and drummed his fingers against the table. “Seems so long ago ★★★
now. Strange to think there will be children going to Hogwarts this year who
weren’t alive during it.” Platform 9¾ was a bustling swarm of bodies before ten o’clock. Perhaps all the
“That doesn’t mean they weren’t affected by it.” additional press about this set of First Years being the ‘War Babies’ had roused pub-
“Makes me feel fucking old, too.” lic interest. There was already a substantial herd of journalists weaving through the
Andromeda grinned. “You’ll always be young to me.” crowd like snakes, trying to identify family members of the smallest group of First
“That’s because you’re old,” he smirked, glancing at the stairs. “Well, I came to Years Hogwarts had ever received. Draco fought the urge to use Theo’s pram as a
have a chat with Teddy.” battering ram when a couple of them headed toward him, but apparently his scowl
“I think he’d like that. You go ahead. I’ll keep Taura busy with something.” was enough to deter them.
“As long as it’s not your wand, you should survive.” Beside him, Hermione had lifted Taura into her arms to better keep an eye on
As Draco left the kitchen and headed upstairs, he couldn’t evade the wall of her among the chaos. Fortunately, some of the platform attendants had noticed the
nostalgia that crashed into him. This had been his home for four years after the disorder and were ushering the fifty or so journalists away from the waiting Hog-
War, and despite the residual horrendous memories from those months that warts Express until, finally, there was room to breathe.
haunted the house, he had been comfortable living here with Andromeda and “Ah, here you are,” a familiar, airy voice spoke. “Blaise, I found them!”
Teddy. It was a creaky home with more cobwebs than candles, yet it had always felt “Luna!” Hermione exclaimed, immediately lowering Taura to the floor and en-
warm and secure. Even now, as he scaled the stairs, he knew which steps would veloping her friend in a customary embrace. “It’s so good to see you.”
squeak beneath his feet after sneaking back home from Granger’s and trying not to Behind them, Blaise meandered his way through the horde to their small clear-
wake Teddy as a toddler. ing, clutching his daughter close to his chest. Upon seeing them, Hermione stepped
He gently tapped the door and pushed it open, hesitating in the doorway so he forward to offer Blaise a hug, which he accepted somewhat awkwardly as he tried
could watch two of the most important people in his life. His daughter was grace- to balance his child on his hip.
lessly slumped on the floor, thumbing her way through Teddy’s pile of new books “Don’t even think about it, Lovegood,” remarked Draco.
with a wild, fascinated expression. Teddy, perched on his bed, watched her with “I wasn’t thinking about anything, Draco,” she smiled.
amusement while gently stroking his young barn owl, although Draco could sense “Well, that I can believe.”
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settled, he muttered a quick Muffling Charm over both of the children before he Teddy’s hair was a vibrant shade of red, a colour that had often tinted his hair
slumped heavily down onto the sofa next to his wife. when he’d felt nervous as a young child. His Metamorphmagus abilities obviously
“So, how was-” enabled him to alter it at will, but every now and then it would subconsciously re-
Draco interjected with a hard and prolonged kiss, gathering her close to his veal his dormant emotions.
chest to deepen the moment. He let it linger for a while, and when he pulled away, Despite everyone commenting on how much he looked like Remus, Draco saw
she was smiling brightly at him with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks. more of Tonks in Teddy’s young features, but perhaps that was because he had
“What was that for?” she asked, feathering some pecks against his jawbone. known her better than her husband. Teddy might have the responsible, reserved
“Have I told you I love you this year?” demeanor of his father, but that inquisitive and adventurous glint in his ever-
“Yes, back in March.” changing eyes was down to his mother.
“Oh, never mind then,” he shrugged, chuckling when she playfully flicked his “So, you get a new pet,” said Taura, captivated and intrigued. “And you get to
arm. “I do though, you know.” read all these books?”
“I know.” Teddy chuckled. “Yes.”
“Good. So Theo’s still being a pain in the arse?” “You are so lucky! I can’t wait to go to Hogwarts. Aunt Luna said that Ravenclaw
Hermione nodded and rubbed her eyes. “I think he’s almost finished teething. has a huge library in their tower-”
Your son sure has a set of lungs on him, though.” “There is another big library that Slytherins can use,” interrupted Draco. “And
“Very much like Nott did, I reckon. Perhaps naming him after Theo was ask- so can the other Houses, whatever they’re called.”
ing for trouble.” “They’re called Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor,” she listed, tilting her
“Well, you were the one to suggest it.” head knowingly. “And Mum said you need to stop trying to get me to pick
Indeed, although Draco didn’t regret it at all. When they had been sat in St. Slytherin. She said it was a rule.”
Mungo’s, frantic and fearing the worst, Draco had wondered if naming his son after “Well, your Mum’s not here,” he quipped, coming into Teddy’s room. “Although
his tragic friend had been some sort of eerie foreshadowing. But then he’d come to your obsession with rules probably means you’re destined for Gryffindor anyway.”
realise that, like Theo Nott, Theo Malfoy might just be unlucky; one of those people Taura climbed to her feet and beamed playfully at him. “Would you still love me?”
that life seems to treat a little harsher for no conceivable reason. At least this Theo “Yes, I’d just like you a lot less,” joked Draco, grinning down at her. “I need to
would have a father who loved him unconditionally. have a little chat with Teddy. Can you go downstairs, please?”
Draco had even questioned if Theo’s illness had been fate’s punishment for his “Do you fancy letting Agatha out for a fly?” asked Teddy, holding out his new
life before Granger and their room at Hogwarts. He felt so far away from his teenage owl. “She could do with stretching her wings.”
self now; like that spiteful version of himself was nothing more than a stranger. The young Malfoy didn’t hesitate; she flung out her arm as Teddy carefully
Sometimes, just before he drifted off to sleep, a dark and unwelcome memory of transferred the owl with care, ensuring that Taura could handle the weight and in-
something he’d said or done to Granger would flash across his mind, and he would elegance of Agatha. Once she achieved some semblance of balance, the young witch
cringe until it faded. practically skipped out of the room, and Draco closed the door behind her so he
He liked who he was now: imperfect but decent, which is all anyone can really and Teddy could have some privacy.
hope to be. “Agatha?” questioned Draco, taking a seat on the bed opposite his young cousin.
“Draco?” said Hermione. “Did you hear me?” “It was the name of Dad’s owl,” replied Teddy, looking down with thoughtful
“Sorry, what?” eyes. “I like it.”
“I asked how Teddy was?” “What’s wrong, kid? Are you nervous about tomorrow?”
“He was fine. A little nervous.” “Weren’t you?”
“Well, that’s understandable.” Draco cast his mind back almost twenty years to a very different version of him-
“And he wants to be in Hufflepuff,” he grumbled, glaring at Hermione as she
erupted with laughter. “What is so funny, Granger?” self. “No, but my circumstances were different. I knew a few other students in my
“S-sorry,” she choked out between giggles. “And how did you react to that?” year before Hogwarts, like Blaise and Theo.”
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 “It did. But you know, Granger didn’t know anyone before Hogwarts, being a lightly in his arms as he moved through the hallway, ducking his head into the study
Muggle-born, and she made friends easily enough. I mean, she could have been a and kitchen, searching for Granger. He eventually found her in the living room on
bit more selective rather than just settling on Potter and Weasley, but she’s always the sofa, cradling their son, but her agitated eyes flew up to meet his as he kicked
felt the need to care for pathetic things.” the door a little harder than he’d intended.
“Is that why she married you?” retorted Teddy. “Be quiet,” whispered Hermione, and despite the low volume, it was a harsh whis-
Draco’s lips twitched with mirth. “I have taught you well. See, with that wit, per. “I literally just got Theo to sleep and I swear I will kill you if you wake him up.”
you’ll make friends easily. But learn from Granger’s mistakes and be picky.” “Oh, foreplay,” Draco whispered back, gently settling down Taura in an arm-
“I’m not really that worried about meeting people.” chair. “Why don’t you just put him to bed?”
“Then what is it?” “I’m scared if I move I’ll wake him up again.”
Teddy grimaced and looked down again, his hands fidgeting in his lap. “It’s the Draco shifted his eyes down to his youngest; his fragile wisps of ashy-blond hair
sorting ceremony.” were periodically stirred by Hermione’s breaths, and his cheeks were flushed and
“Why would that bother you?” asked Draco, his brow knitted with confusion. still damp with tears. While Taura’s baby months had been a breeze of easy days
“I don’t know… I just feel like whichever House I’m in, someone will be disap- and nights, Theo had been a lot more challenging, and he had probably cried more
pointed. Mum was in Hufflepuff, Dad and Harry were in Gryffindor, and then you in his first week alive than Taura ever had.
and Gran were in Slytherin. I can’t please everyone.” As Hermione had taken parental leave with Taura, Draco had taken parental
“Well, what on Earth made you think you need to please anyone? If you’re that leave for Theo and had been perpetually exhausted for nine months. There had
concerned with others’ opinions, then it sounds like Slytherin’s off the table anyway.” barely been a fistful of nights uninterrupted by his son’s screams, but Draco had
“So you wouldn’t be disappointed if I didn’t end up in Slytherin?” gone back to work a couple of months ago, and now he and Hermione rotated days
Draco exhaled and offered Teddy a reassuring half-smile. “Well, it sounds like to care for the children.
a lot of hassle to disown you, so I guess I’d just have to deal with it. Honestly, kid, They both worked for the Ministry: Hermione for The Department of Magical
you can choose whatever House you like.” Law Enforcement as the Head Advisor for the Wizengamot, and he for The De-
“Even Hufflepuff?” partment of International Magical Cooperation as Deputy Manager of the Interna-
“Hufflepuff?” repeated Draco, but he adjusted his tone and nodded in surren- tional Magical Trading Standards Body, with a particular specialty in potion trad-
der. “Yes, fine, even Hufflepuff.” ing. Both of their careers were thriving, and the Ministry had been more than ac-
Teddy’s stunned gawk shot up to his cousin. “Really? But you make fun of them.” commodating to their childcare needs, particularly when Theo had suffered from
“I make fun of everyone,” he shrugged. “Besides, the only Hufflepuff I really blood poisoning at only five-months-old. So, despite the insomnia and skull-split-
knew was your Mum, and she turned out okay. And the common room is pretty ting headaches, the memory of sitting in St. Mungo’s, desperate and aching to hear
close to the kitchens, so that’s a bonus.” his son’s wailing, always reminded him to be grateful his son was here at all.
“So, it really wouldn’t bother you?” Grateful. That was definitely the word. Grateful for his life and those in it.
“It would not.” “Are you okay, Draco?”
“And you wouldn’t be disappointed?” Hermione’s low murmur snapped him out of his reverie and he looked at her.
“I wouldn’t be disappointed.” Really looked at her. Above anything else, he was grateful for her. Even now, over
“And you’ll stop making fun of them?” a decade after their isolation at Hogwarts, sometimes it still struck him speechless
Draco narrowed his eyes with jest. “Don’t push your luck, kid.” how much she meant to him. If he believed in romantic and pathetic notions like
soul-mates, he would say she was definitely his.
★★★ Yes. Very grateful.
“Here, give him to me,” said Draco, reaching for Theo.
“Be careful!”
Carrying his slumbering daughter over the threshold of his home, Draco sighed “It’s fine, he’s out of it.”
with relief at the blissful silence that shrouded the house. Crookshanks, now flecked He sounded more confident than he felt as he gingerly handled his son and ap-
with flashes of grey fur, greeted him at the door and purred at his feet. Taura snored prehensively settled him into the nearby Moses basket. The moment Theo was

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