The Fugitive
It was an event that occurred twice a month; had for nearly a year now. A very dominant part of Hermione's being knew she was insane for doing it; for protecting a wanted man from the gloomy execution that inevitably awaited him. At first she'd kept his secret out of pity. Now, it was more.
"You came," Draco croaked. The circles under his eyes were dark; his face almost gaunt. Hiding in the Shrieking Shack hadn't done him any good.
"I always do," Hermione managed. She gave him the food she'd smuggled.
He smiled.
She realized she was in love.
a/N: Hey there! Another month has come and gone, and October's prompt of the month over at the dmhgchallenge on LiveJournal (a challenge for all Dramione shippers to take a prompt and create a 100 word drabble out of it) was all about the Shrieking Shack! I decided I wanted to do something a bit "heavy", so to speak, and voila! The Fugitive was born! Hope you guys like it; let me know what you think! :)
