A/N: Thank you all so much for your reviews, favorites and follows! I am so glad you all like Antonin standing up for Hermione and the bit with the orange! I hope you like this chapter just as much as things are starting to heat up revolution wise. You can follow me on tumblr (nauticalparamour) where I post sneak peeks, story updates, and answer questions.

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Looking around, Hermione was glad that Antonin had apparated them up to the loft of their cabin, knowing that she wouldn't have been able to get him up the ladder by herself. Already, she had his arm over her shoulder, and he was incredibly heavy to hold up. She figured he must weigh nearly twice as much as she did, while she helped him to the bed.

"Don't want to get the sheets bloody." He told her when she tried to get him to lay down. She could tell that he was losing a good amount of blood, as her fingers were already painting sticky red.

Hermione just pushed him back. "Don't worry about the bloody sheets!" She cried, trying to keep her cool, but she was quickly losing it. She didn't want to think about what would happen if her husband died. All of those horrible things that that man...Grayback had promised her at the tavern made her skin crawl.

She made quick work of his shirt, undoing the rows of tiny buttons, before peeling it off, murmuring apologies where the shirt had dried to the cut wound on his side. She noticed it seemed to extend into his pants, so she got to work on unlacing those as well.

Antonin, seemingly delirious with blood loss, was laughing. "If you wanted me naked, mishka, you just had to ask." He told her with a half grin on his face, only to groan when she pulled his trousers away from the cut.

"Of all the times to be flirty with me." Hermione said, worry on her face. This cut was really much deeper than she expected and it made her worried. She only had limited healing knowledge but the cut needed to be closed up.

Running her hand over her face, she got an idea. She didn't know much about healing spells, but she was really good with embroidery. Using her wand, she began stitching up his side, watching as the skin closed. It wouldn't be pretty, she knew, but he should be okay.

Biting her lip, seeing the uneven stitching, she tried to think of what else she should do. "Think, Hermione, think." She whispered to herself, before remembering something she read about a plant in one of Antonin's herbology texts. "Wait here." She said, before hurrying down the ladder.

Opening the cabinet that help their potion ingredients and medicines, she shoved bottles aside until she found the one she was looking for. Hurrying back to her husband's side, she unstoppered the little bottle. "What's that?" He asked, sleepily.

"Essence of dittany." Hermione responded before dropping the cool clear liquid on his wound, her hands shaking under the adrenaline. She sighed in relief though as the skin began healing much better than her crude stitches could have done. "For the scarring." She whispered.

His face was still quite bloody, so she conjured a wet washcloth and began wiping the blood away, apologizing when she heard him groan. Judging by the awkward angle of his nose, she would say that it was definitely broken. "I'm going to fix your nose now."

"Have you done it before?" He asked, a slight look of concern in his dark eyes.

Hermione sighed. "You know I haven't Antonin. But I've practiced." She wasn't about to put up with any arguments from him, knowing that it would hurt much more if it had already started to heal and needed to be reset. "Now lie still. Episkey." A short tap of her wand and a groan of pain from her husband later, and his nose was back to usual.

Seeing him mostly better - no longer bleeding of course - Hermione let out a sigh of relief before letting some tears fall. Oh, she'd been so worried that she might lose him. She wondered just when she'd become so concerned with his well being that the thought of him not in her life…

She pressed her lips against his fiercely, only easing off a bit when she bumped noses with him, smiling against him, knowing that he was probably still quite sore. Still, he eagerly responded to her, his mouth opening to her, so that she could deepen the kiss. He used one hand to tangle in her curls, pulling her closer to him, until there was no space between them.

It felt so wonderful to be claimed like this, she thought, until a quiet noise in the living room broke her attention. "Hermione?" Someone called out.

She moaned into his mouth, before whispering, "You just wait here."

Looking over the edge of the loft, she saw none other than Yaxley waiting for her in the living room. "Mr. Yaxley. What are you doing here?" She inquired, though she was glad to have another wizard look over her handiwork.

"I was worried about Antonin." He admitted. "Looked like he lost a lot of blood, so I brought some potions that might help." He told her.

Hermione wasn't very good at reading people, but she knew that Antonin trusted Yaxley. "Alright, come up here then." She beckoned him and in seconds he was coming up the ladder. "I've healed the gash on his side and repaired his broken nose." Hermione said softly, hoping that she'd done a good job.

Yaxley looked at his friend who was nearly naked, but instead of teasing him, he was more focused on the cut on his side. It seemed to be healing nicely. "Excellent work, Hermione." He complimented, before getting out two vials. "This one is a blood replenishing potion. And this one's for the pain. But it will make him quite sleepy."

Hermione took the potions and Reuben stood off to the side. Hermione helped Antonin sit up so that she could give him the potions, one after another. Reuben felt like an outsider during such an intimate moment. She cradled his head so lovingly, and spoke quiet soothing words while Antonin drank the liquid. Reuben was glad that Antonin had ended up with a witch as lovely as Hermione. Surely their relationship wasn't all that bad.

After he took the pain potion, Hermione settled him back down and tucked Antonin into bed. Then she turned to Yaxley. "Thank you so much for bringing these. Do you play cards, Mr. Yaxley?" She asked.

"Call me Reuben." He said with a broad smile. "And yes I do."

When Antonin woke up, his head felt fuzzy, like he was surrounded by wool. The light seemed too bright and he could hear the murmur of voices. He felt awful, like he'd been hit by a bus, but the majority seemed to be coming from his side. Lifting the covers, he could see a waxy pinkish scar beginning to form on his abdomen, reaching down to his hip.

He focused on the voices and things eventually became clearer. That was Hermione's tinkling laugh, he was sure of it. That was good. She was...safe. But then, the other voice was certainly male.

Hauling himself up from the bed, he replaced his trousers, but didn't bother with a shirt, before heading down the ladder, towards the sound of the voices. He couldn't tell if he was relieved or annoyed to learn that it was Hermione and Reuben, sitting at his kitchen table, eating breakfast with one another. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, his voice still rough with sleep.

Reuben looked affronted, before turning to Hermione with a smile. "See, didn't I tell you he was a jealous bastard?" He asked his wife, only to send her into another fit of giggles, before turning to face him again. "I thought you could use an extra bit of protection last night. I figured you would be out of commission if Greyback showed up."

The night before and the fight came rushing back to him. Hermione's worried face and quick fingers, healing him. Her hot and frantic kisses when she realized that he would be okay. He sat down in another chair at the table, running his hand over his face. It was good that Reuben had come. "Thank you, Yax." He said quietly.

Hermione stood then, getting her husband a plate of scrambled eggs. "Reuben helped me heal you. He had potions I didn't know existed." She said quietly. "Then he helped keep my mind off of worrying about you while you slept."

His narrowed eyes and concerned look had Hermione giggling again. "We played cards until he was too tired and fell asleep."

"You've got a bit of a card shark on your hands, Antonin." Reuben said with a smile. "But would it kill you to get a more comfortable couch? I swear, I've got knots in my back now." He stretched and sighed. It wasn't the most comfortable night of sleep he'd gotten, but it would do.

"He also told me about how jealous you are." Hermione chided. "Said that you've been hiding me away so that I don't catch anyone else's eye." Hermione couldn't imagine that happening. She was a mudblood after all, not exactly a hot commodity. That Greyback had said some atrocious things to her, but it wasn't as though he desired her love.

Antonin finally felt at ease with the rapport that had formed between his friend and wife, confident that there was nothing untoward going on between the two of them. "Can you blame me, mishka, if I want to keep you all to myself?"

Hermione smiled and whacked him on the shoulder. She could tell that something had shifted in their relationship last night. He'd protected her from that man. It was a bit arousing to know that such a powerful man would go to such lengths for her. She couldn't deny that Antonin was strong. And then, she had been so worried, so concerned when he was injured on her behalf. Hermione was just glad that she was able to help him.

While she was thinking, an uncomfortable silence had settled between the three of them. Something had been on her mind since they got back from the bar. It was something she'd noticed when she was talking to Luna last night. "I know that you three are planning something." She said, eyebrows together.

Antonin's first instinct was to deny it, but he could tell by the tenacious look on her face that Hermione wasn't letting this go. "You don't need to concern yourself with this." He said, his eyes on his half empty plate.

"I am your wife Antonin. You don't keep secrets from me." Hermione said fiercely and Antonin knew that this was a fight he was going to lose.

He sighed, looking at Reuben, who just shrugged his shoulders in defeat. "I can't tell you without Rabastan and Luna. We can have them over for dinner tonight, and I will explain everything then. Reuben, you'll come round too?" He asked.

After Reuben agreed that he would come back, his blond friend left the couple alone together. He was barely out the door before Hermione was wrapping him in an affectionate embrace. "I was so worried, Antonin." She whispered.

"I won't leave you alone." He pledged to her, solemnly. Using a finger under her chin to tip her face up to look at him, he dipped his head to kiss her sweet lips again. It seemed a crime that he'd kissed her so much the night before when he was half out of his mind from blood loss.

To his joy, she melted against him, rubbing her nose against his. Her hands cupped his chin, rubbing her thumbs along his bearded chin. She initiated the next kiss, trapping his lower lip between her sweet ones, giving him a little nibble, before breaking away. Her smile seemed to light up the whole room.

"Come on, you promised dinner for five people, so you've got to help me get ready. I don't even know what to prepare." Hermione wished she could spend the whole afternoon kissing him as well, but first, she needed answers.

Hermione had spent most of her afternoon getting their cabin in shining clean condition. She wasn't your typical house witch, but she also wanted to show Antonin that she was proud to show off the home that they had together. She shelved books she had left lying around in the first floor and cleaned all the plates they'd be using. The bloodied sheets that Antonin had slept on were, unfortunately, a total loss.

Antonin secured them some venison, which Hermione had roasted along with fresh brussel spouts and tomatoes. With her food in the oven and place settings on the table, Hermione was finally able to relax, but her mind wouldn't shut off.

She kept turning in her head over and over again what her husband and his friends could possibly be planning. It was something serious judging by the amount of time Antonin spent at the pub. If Luna was involved, Hermione couldn't imagine it was anything to do with..Death Eater business.

She was glad she was going to get a chance to speak with Luna again. She'd barely gotten any information from Luna about her realtionship with Rabastan, other than Luna was quite happy, before that awful man started to bother them.

Three pops in their front yard alerted Hermione that her guests had arrived. "Antonin! They're here." She called up to the loft where he was still getting ready. It was slow going due to his injury. She let the motley trio into her cheery home and got them all something to drink. It turned out that Antonin had squirreled away some elfen wine, which the two men were surprised to see.

"Antonin is always holding out on us." Reuben said with a smile. "Hermione here let me into his firewhiskey last night." Hermione blushed, not knowing that it was meant to be secret.

When Antonin came down the ladder, the five of them sat around the table, each with a bit of dinner on their plates. Everyone else began to tuck in, but Hermione wasn't going to let dinner slip by without getting an explanation. "There's no use putting it off. You should just tell me what you're planning now." She tried to sound authoritarian, to Rabastan's amusement.

"Merlin, she's a bossy little thing, isn't she?" He asked Antonin with a laugh.

Hermione was not amused and let out a little huff. "Please just tell me. I think I deserve to know." She pleaded, staring Antonin in the eyes. She trusted him whole heartedly at this point. Did he trust her also?

Silence seemed to stretch on between the table and Hermione could practically feel the tension. "We are unhappy with the current state of affairs in the colony. The King hasn't treated us like people in years. He sends us over here and we reap none of the benefits our hard work puts in." Antonin told her.

"We've been trying to figure out a way to become a free colony." Rabastan added quietly. "But there are obsticles to achieving our ends."

"Not to mention that it's extraordinarily dangerous. This conversation alone is treason, punishable by death." Reuben added. Hermionne felt her heart skip a beat at that pronouncement. She couldn't imagine losing Antonin now after they'd been through so much together, but she could agree that a future without King Voldemort seemed much brighter.

"Let me help." Hermione offered, only to feel Antonin squeeze her knee under the table.

"It's too dangerous for you mishka." Hermione let out a huff of frustration. She wondered why it wasn't too dangerous for Luna, before she realized her error. She was a mudblood and if caught was much less likely to be treated well.

"I don't care. You know what they did to my parents! You know what they did to me. Brought me to that awful home, limited my learning, sent me over here to be married to a man I didn't know." Hermione was angry and she knew that she could help.

Antonin looked like he wanted to argue more with her, but Reuben broke the tension. "Hey now, don't make him feel worse. He's the man you didn't know." It was obvious that while Hermione and Antonin had grown fond of one another, neither of them were willing participants in the filles du roi program.

Her husband stared at her hard for another beat, before nodding, perhaps realizing that Hermione was stubborn enough that she was going to help no matter what. "Fine, but if I say something is too dangerous, you must listen to me." He implored. Hermione hestitantly agreed.

"So, what is the plan. What do we need to accomplish to get out from under Voldemort's thumb?" She asked, finally happy to tuck into her own dinner.

"Well, there are currently four people that we need to...remove in order to break ties with England." Antonin started.

Seeing Hermione's confused expression, Luna looked at her with that dreamy expression. "He means we'll have to kill them, Hermione."

The brunette gulped before nodding. She supposed death was a part of revolution. "So who are they?"

"Lucius Malfoy controls the finances. Evan Rosier deals with the legal tasks - he is the one who bonded us." Antonin said softly. Hermione nodded, remembering the creepy old man.

"Rodolphus Lestrange is the voice for the common man on their council." Rabastan said quietly, his blue eyes shining.

Hermione gasped. "Your-"

"Brother. Yes. He's a right asshole, though, so don't worry over me too much." Rabastan added with a hint of a smirk on his face. "And finally, Fenrir Greyback. He is the muscle. He keeps any dissenters in line."

Hermione was glad to learn that they were going to get rid of that man. "So now we just need a way to kill them all, in disparate ways, that won't arouse suspicion." Hermione said. "Who is the weak link of the four of them?"

"Probably Lucius Malfoy." Antonin said with a shrug. "He has many enemies already, as he reaps wealth while the rest of us toil over hard labor. Someone burned down the place where he kept the tax ledger."

"So we'll start with him." Hermione said, a determined look on her face.

Luna was pleased. "Excellent! I think this is the most progress we've made in weeks."