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CHAPTER 14-

As soon as we got back to the Ministry, I near enough ran to the atrium, going past the Department of Mysteries, seeing that all of the candles in there had been extinguished. I carried on to the atrium and apparated quickly home, running to the back door and ramming my key into the lock. When I entered, I heard the television on in the living room, but it was switched off within a few seconds. Hermione walked into the kitchen, smiling, but it soon dropped when she saw my face. 'Draco?'

'Where's my mother?'

'She went for a walk. What happened at Azkaban?' As soon as she said the name of that awful place, the tears that I had been holding back all day since I had visited Daphne's cell fell down my face, my shoulders slumping forwards. 'Draco?!' She ran to me, still wearing her heels from work. 'What happened?' I felt myself wanting to throw up, and I leaned over the sink, my body bringing up my lunch. Hermione stood behind me, one hand rubbing my back, the other running her fingers through my hair. 'It's okay, it's okay.' I finished, gasping for air, tears still falling. Taking me by the hand, Hermione led me up the stairs and we sat down on my bed, the autumn light that came from the sky having dimmed the room considerably, but the lamp post outside shone in, surrounding Hermione's head, making her look like my saviour angel.

We sat there for ages, Hermione holding me, rubbing soothing circles on my back, letting my cry on her shoulder. 'Kingsley shouldn't have let you go to that awful place.' She said after half an hour. 'I went to go and see him to tell him he shouldn't take you. He said that he would send you around the prison, missing the sections where you would have known people. I guess he must have got everything mixed up.' I cried a little longer before she spoke again. 'What did you see?'

I told Hermione about Zoe, vaguely mentioned Pansy, then about Millicent and Tracey, before breaking down again when I talked about Daphne and my mother's engraving. I told her about Blaise and Theo, Goyle's name coming up, then I told her about Stubbs. Her beautiful face froze for a second and she held me tighter. 'I removed the glamour charm over his dark mark, and he asked me how I knew about it. I told him that I had read his file, and that Flitwick thought he was his most talented student, apart from you. Then he said… he said you would have been a good little fuck…' I trailed off quietly towards the end, looking out of the window, feeling the urge to punch something.

I suddenly looked back at Hermione, seeing tears in her eyes now. I pulled her to me, stroking her back as I held her to my body tightly. 'He will never have me, Draco.' I nodded, and I felt a tear drop onto my shoulder. I sat up a little, seeing another tear slip down her cheek which I wiped away. 'What happened next?'

'We went up to the male high security section. Greyback was there, but he was innocent. And my father was there too.' Hermione rubbed my arm and I continued. 'I told him he was never a father to me. He asked about mum, and I told him that we were living in muggle England, and he guessed that we knew you. Then he said…' I began to cry silently, and Hermione nodded, working out for herself what he had probably said about her, following on from Stubbs' comment.

Slowly, Hermione pushed me back onto the bed whilst I was still crying, and she climbed on top of me, her legs either side of mine, and she began to kiss me softly. I felt her fingers working on my tie, which she carefully removed, leaving it on the sheets beside us. She commenced to undo the buttons on my white shirt until she had it tucked out of my pants and completely open. Hermione moved away from my lips, and ran her hands up and down my pale skin, and her touch made me feel like my skin was on fire. She was so warm and I was so cold: perfect opposites. She lowered her mouth down to my skin, and I grabbed her wrists before her lips could touch my chest.

'You don't have to do this.'

'I'm just trying to make you feel better, like you did for me the other night.'

'But you don't have to do this.'

'I want to, Draco.' Resigned, I let go of her wrists and she kissed smoothly down my chest, pushing herself further into my hips. I groaned at the contact and grabbed her hair, pulling it out of its bun. She finished kissing me, and I helped her to lie down next to me.

'Stay the night.' I expected her to say no.

'Okay. I'll need something to wear.' I kissed her on the lips and got up, wiping away the last of my tears, and walked over to the wardrobe, getting out two pairs of lounging pants and an old t-shirt. I handed her one pair of the pants and t-shirt, and she left to the bathroom. I closed the curtains and put on my lamp before I got changed into the other pair of pants and climbed into bed. Hermione came back a minute or so later, looking impeccably cute in my oversized clothes; the joggers she was wearing completely covering her small feet. She placed her folded work clothes on the floor by the door then climbed into bed next to me, curling up immediately into my body. Her fingernails scratched slightly at my bare chest as she got comfortable and I kissed her forehead.

'Good night, Hermione.'

'Night, Draco.'