A/N: Hey guys, this is chapter 6.5. It's a filler since you guys were wondering about the wand and my ever faithful reviewer Konadrys was wondering about Harry's reaction. All chapters were supposed to only center on Draco and Hermione's interaction after the war which in my mind lasted a good 4 years XD. Enjoy… read and review :3
AMPHIGORY of the MIND
6.5
Her hands were cupped against a mug of warm chocolate as she quietly racked her brain on how to tactfully dissuade her best friend from throwing a fit and telling her she had gone completely bonkers.
"You need what!?" exclaimed Harry.
Hermione exhaled and met his eyes evenly as she continued trying to draw the warmth from the cup. In truth, she did that so he would not see her hands shaking.
"Draco Malfoy's original wand. . ." she said as casually as she could make it.
Hawthorne. She was sure of it. Malfoy's wand was made of Hawthorne wood, not Holly. Before she even convinced herself to finally knock on Number Twelve Grimauld Place, that was the word that kept resonating in her mind. Hawthorne.
The wand had never been returned to Malfoy after the incident at the Malfoy Manor years ago. It was with Harry all along. Now, she wanted to give it back to him, because she was peculiarly disturbed that he was out there alone with his assets frozen and without a wand. At least, that was what she kept telling herself.
Damn. She silently swore as she sipped her drink
Harry Potter took a seat directly in front of her and ran his hands through his ever messy jet black hair. It seemed an effort for him to even utter his next word.
"Why?"
She inhaled and lay the cup on the oak coffee table in the middle of Number 12 Grimauld place's living room.
She cleared her throat met her best friend's eyes with a hint of defiance.
"I regret putting him in the position he is in now." she started as Harry's brows rose upon hearing her statement.
"I don't understand."
She once again took the mug of chocolate and swirled the contents taking a breath before she spoke again.
"My testimony may have saved his life. But it put him at odds with a lot of dangerous people that may still be in favor of Pureblood elitism. The knowledge that he not only failed to kill but concealed me during that raid will not only put him on the hit list of the Dark Lord's old supporters but also not help him not that he's out of Azkaban."she looked at his green questioning eyes "The prison guard broke his wand. The ministry still has the Malfoy Vault frozen… and my testimony, the same that was supposed to spare him from life in Azkaban will be useless… if… of he is killed."
She took a swig of the chocolate and lay the glass back on the coffee table. "If he is killed Harry, no one will care. . .even our side won't care Harry. Our side."
Harry sighed and took her hand which she had not noticed had balled into a fist. She looked agitated now that she had said her piece. "I hate to admit it… but you're right. Sometimes, it sickens me what brand of justice is being served these days. Even by our side" He squeezed her hand and she smiled in return.
Harry Potter pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"I'll get the wand." He said as he rose from the chair and started toward the hall. Steps away from the door, he turned around and faced her again. When he spoke again his face assumed an expression of unyielding stubbornness.
"I hate to sound immature. . . But I do hope Hermione that guilt is the only emotion driving you to give him back his wand..."
It doesn't matter what emotion is driving me right now.
"It's the right thing to do Harry."
"I hope it is, for your sake."
