Summary: Hermione and her husband, Blaise, seek help from an old friend and enemy. Dramionaise, DMHGBZ.
So here's my latest idea. This won't get into much detail about the story though, it's just the prologue. Three reviews = New Chapter, but I'm putting my first two up at the same time for you. Maybe. I do not own the lovely pieces of work that have been created by our dear J. K. Rowling, - Credit goes to her, but the plot is mine. Italics are flashbacks.
Hermione Granger-Zabini sat in the chair, facing the man behind the desk. Her hand was intertwined with her husband's, who was squeezing it gently. She wouldn't know, but he was as worried and tense as she was. Blaise just had to be strong for her.
"Stupefy." The curse came from behind her and hit Amycus Carrow. She turned to thank her savior, but gasped. All she could see was a figure covered by the shadows. He was wearing all black, even Muggle jeans, with a hood pulled up to cover his face. He was fairly tall and she couldn't recognize his face with the lack of light.
The man looked at the couple waiting nervously in the seats across from him. "Thank you for coming. I'll be right back with the information." He disappeared through the door.
She stepped closer to him, hiding herself in the dark with him and murmured, "Who are you? Why are you hiding?" His only response was to lean forward and kiss her gently on the lips. She shut her eyes, but when she did he pulled away and left. She couldn't find him in the night.
The anticipation grew stronger in their hearts. Seconds dragged by, then minutes. Where was he? Why wasn't he back yet? Worry was eating away at them, driving them crazy. Infecting them like a disease.
Throughout the fight she felt his presence behind her. He was always watching, covering her back, almost like a guardian angel. She might have been taken out by many Death Eaters sneaking behind her if it hadn't been for him.
The man they had waited so long for came back in to his office, clutching a black folder. "Sorry about your wait, your folder got mixed up in another cabinet. One of those silly interns screwed up all of our files." He smiled at them but his smile didn't reach his eyes; not even close.
The war was over. Harry had killed Voldemort, gotten the Elder Wand. The dead were being brought out onto the school grounds and search parties were all over the school, searching for bodies and survivors. Hermione had gotten permission from Harry to skip out on her rescue group. She had important matters to attend to, she told him. He didn't question it, just let her go with the love of a brother, the love he had for her.
Hermione saw his smile droop pathetically, not that it had been impressive in the beginning. Her stomach dropped out from under her and her heart beat fast. She felt like their lives may depend on what was in that folder.
She scoured the school from the tip of the astronomy tower to the Great Hall. It wasn't until she passed the portrait of fruit leading to the kitchens that she felt him again. She turned to see him walk away, but slowly this time. Not like before when he'd vanished every time she got a glimpse of him. She knew this time, she was to follow him, he wanted her to.
He led her into the dungeons to a bare wall. She knew this was the entrance to the Slytherin dormitories, confirming what House he was in. She didn't pause to worry if he was going to kill her, she trusted him after he'd saved her life so many times that night.
He muttered a quick phrase into the wall and a magnificent door appeared. He pushed it open and gestured for her to enter and followed her in. She wasn't surprised that it was empty. The Slytherins had either left, or been caught or killed when they returned to fight. She knew how he had survived; he was as easy to catch as a shadow and probably harder to kill.
His lips pressed against hers again, but the lights were off and she couldn't make out his features. There was no light in the dorms, since it had been evacuated there was no need for anyone to have to see. "Who are you? I need to know." She told him again. He sighed gently, barely a whisper but she heard it. "I won't hate you because you're Slytherin. If you're a Death Eater I will leave, but if you're not I can stay and talk to you."
"I am no Death Eater, but you have no love for me." He pulled his left sleeve up and guided her hand to his forearm. She didn't feel the pain she probably would have felt had she, a muggleborn, touched the Dark Lords mark. One more please convinced him to cross the room and light a fire in the fireplace. He stayed crouching by it, afraid to move, so she walked over to him and started pushing his hood back. He turned to face her and her breath caught in her throat as she recognized him.
"Blaise Zabini?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Zabini…"
And this, my lovelies, is where I leave you. I know it hasn't developed much of a plot yet, but it will. You know the deal, review and you get my eternal love. And a new chapter. I'm trying to leave you in suspense ere, so tell me what you think. Did you know it was Blaise or did you think it was Draco who was fighting with her? How bout leaving your favorite color? I'm a silver girl, especially coupled with dark blue, and I also like green and bronze together.