Chapter Twelve

AN: Hi guys firstly a HUGE shout out to Shantie for the review, thank you really appreciate it. There we are back in the kidnap sequence of events and the from now on we are staying in that storyline until the end of the story. Please review (shout outs available) and as always enjoy.

Love C.J.

"Where's your wand?"

"I don't know I dropped it."

"Shit," Hermione swore loudly as she scrambled in the dirt and heather trying to find the wand. After a few seconds she closed her eyes what had Professor McGonagoll told them once wands could respond to their owners being in need they had even been known to fly into a strong wizards hand when he was losing a duel. "Draco," she said softly "I need you to concentrate ok "I need you to will your wand to come to you like the summoning charm just concentrate." Draco closed his eyes and really tried to will his wand to him but his body was weak. "Please Draco," Hermione pressed "we need to find that wand or we are both dead." Draco concentrated in truth he didn't much care about himself but Hermione he was not letting anything happen to her. On the horizon Hermione saw what looked like a floating stick rising a few inches off the ground. As she saw it she heard Draco slump back on the heather and the stick fell to the ground. Hermione stood up running over to the spot about twenty metres away were she had seen Draco's wand floating and there it was resting in a gorse bush. Hermione suffered real scratches to her arms this time as she plucked the wand from the bush before running over to Draco and kneeling beside him. "Just close your eyes." She said kindly. As he did Hermione got to work. Draco was in a bad shape true but she had seen much worse in her time at St. Mungo's. She first worked on his chest were a quick diagnosis spell told her he had broken a rib which was puncturing his lung.

Draco groaned and gritted his teeth as Hermione healed him. She knew it must hurt but she dare not leave him and she had no painless potions. Her next job was the tiny fracture on his skull whilst she healed this he breathed deeply as if attempting to distract himself. She then healed the cut on his head staunching the blood flow. "Draco," she said softly you've broken your leg in two places I am going to have to move it to heal it ok?"

"Lie to me Hermione how much will it hurt?"

"Not a lot you've been through the worst," she said but her tone was wrong and even without his request Draco knew she wasn't telling the truth.

"Liar," he smiled. "You-" but whatever he had planned to say he never said it. At that moment Hermione moved his calf from facing backwards. Draco yelled loudly his words were incomprehensible but Hermione knew whatever she had just done had probably worked. With relatively simple spells she fixed his femur and tibia which had been broken.

"It's done." She said flopping beside him on the heather "you are all fixed."

"Thank you." He smiled. Hermione looked up to the stars which had begun to materialise in the night's sky. Hermione closed her eyes. She was exhausted. A difficult healing often drained her but she had never worked on a badly injured patient on moorland with no equipment but someone else's wand. As Hermione slipped into sleep the last thing she felt was someone touching her hand.

Hermione's eyes flew open and for a second she wondered where she was before everything came flooding back.

"Draco!" She shouted siting up.

"I'm here," his voice said and Hermione looked up and saw him sat on a rock a metre of so away.

"Good," she smiled "I thought you had-"

"Missing me beside you Granger?" He asked confidently.

"Shut up," she said angrily "I just wanted to check if you were healed."

"Yes I am." He tossed her an apple "eat up I have done some spells and we are about three miles from a little village. The most direct route is to a road over west but that would mean walking along main routes and I don't think we should risk that."

"Sounds good." Hermione nodded non-commitantly. "Which way?"

"North," he pointed to a direction over a nearby ridge. Hermione began walking she looked an odd figure in her black trousers and white blouse stained with grass, blood and mud all of which she knew would never come out. She wore a pair of Draco's shoes which were far too large but tied her laces very tightly.

"Hermione?" Draco asked quickly catching up with her "have I done something wrong?"

"No," she sighed as she carried on walking "not you me. I am dating Ron and then I did this-"

"You have no need to feel guilty Hermione. I swear I won't tell anyone. That place was somewhere else and emotions of all kinds got too high we got carried away. I was my fault as much as yours."

"Thank you," she smiled weakly. Draco tried to think of something more comforting to say when Hermione changed the subject. "How do you feel? Your injuries?"

"Good thank you. I feel fine although the memory of that leg," he shuddered even in the bright sunshine. Hermione smiled, genuinely this time.

"I know I'm sorry but if I hadn't done it then you wouldn't be walking today." The conversation died off at that point and the pair continued in silence. They had no more food as Hermione's backpack had somehow been lost during there disastrous attempt at side along apparition. The walk was pleasant with a blue sky overhead and as they exited the moorland short heather gave way to grassy fields. Finally Hermione scrunched up her face and pointed ahead.

"Is that it?" She asked of a small group of dwellings in the valley below. Draco nodded.

"And if it's not it will do."

"What's the plan?" Hermione asked "neither of us are strong enough to apparate and I don't have any muggle money for transport."

"The Knight Bus." Draco said simply and Hermione almost smacked her hand to her forehead.

"Of course," she thought as long as they were near a home on a road then the Knight bus could take them to London. It was late morning when the pair entered the little village of Eyam. The village had stone houses with window boxes and looked like the perfect image of England. Hermione smiled as she felt a familiarity. She had grown up in a small hamlet in Oxfordshire surrounded by buildings and dwellings that looked like Eyam.

"Ready?" Draco asked.

"Yes." Hermione said and stood beside the village pub Draco held out his out his arm with his wand.

AN: For those of you wondering Eyam is a real place, also known as the plague village. I visited the place on holiday with my family when younger and it remains for a city girl my childhood view of rural idyll. If you want to know more or know what it looks like then any search engine will give you a good idea.