Warning!
If you haven't read the 6th and possibly 7th book, things could get a little confusing. If you just don't care, then read on!
Summary
Hermione the smart Granger girl we all know her to be? Heck NO! You know all there is to our one and only Hermione Granger right? WRONG. Continue to read to find out what you've been missing.
Disclaimer
I only wish I was J.K. Rowling…I'm not though…F.Y.I.
Chapter 19Healing and Making Contact
Draco stayed by Hermione's hospital bed at all times. He never left her side and his mother was forced to bring him his meals.
She looked better, he reasoned. The bruises around her neck had vanished and the blood ceased to pour from her face and body. After they had performed a few spells and her breathing regulated and calmed; She was now currently resting, her face peaceful, her breathing quite.
Draco sat in the same uncomfortable chair, wishing beyond hope that she would wake up. Draco was scared. Did Voldemort know? He must! Why else would he hurt May so effectively? Now Draco was worried. Would he come for him and Blaise next? Were they all going to die and not be able to aid the war anymore?
How unfair all this was; first, to grow up in the middle of war and then to die because of it. Perhaps he and May weren't meant to live. Perhaps there wasn't supposed to be a future for them. Death was their future. Draco felt a tear travel down his cheek as he tried to grasp his fate, as he watched the girl he loved slowly slip away. Then his tear was wiped away by her hand.
His head snapped up to see May gazing at him silently, sadly.
"May!" Draco jumped up and pulled her to him.
"O-ow, Draco, not so fast!"
"Oh my Merlin!" Draco said as he quickly released her and lay back on the bed. "I'm sorry May; I didn't realize your still in pain." She smiled.
"It's alright," Draco crawled up onto her bed beside her and held her softly. She was much thinner now and she felt like a china doll; breakable at any moment.
"Draco I'm alright." She whispered as his scared eyes scanned her face. Draco shook his head slightly and pulled her closer to him, tightening his grip around her waist. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and entwined their legs, resting her head on his arm.
"Oh May, I was so scared! How did he find out?"
"My magic, I used a lot of it and well he can sense magical auras and when they're in use and whatnot." Hermione grumbled. Draco's hand went to her hair as he worked to get her as close to him as possible. He would never have her hurt again on his watch, he vowed to himself.
"I love you May." He whispered. He was still terrified for her. Was Voldemort feeling like a repeat? If he was, would she really die this time? Were they just lucky for this round?
Hermione, oblivious to his hazed thoughts smiled a small smile, and kissed him softly…repeatedly. This is bliss. He thought.
"I love you too Draco."
"No more going against the Dark Lord, no more ingenious plans, no more anything." Draco ordered strictly. Hermione laughed lightly as she brushed his cheek with her fragile hand.
"Draco, I'm sorry, but one little punishment isn't going to stop me from going against him."
"Little? May no, don't do this to yourself! I won't lose you!" Hermione brushed his cheek again.
"You won't, I promise."
"You should listen to Mister Malfoy you insolent brat." Hermione's eyes closed as Draco's head snapped towards the Dark Lord.
Draco immediately stiffened and tried to pull May, if possibly, closer to him. Hermione however, turned away from Draco to meet those evil red … ugly eyes.
"Can I help you?" She asked none-to-politely.
"Do you want to die right now?" Tom asked in slight disbelief, before being serious once more. "Or do I preserve your life for another couple of days." Draco glared openly at him while tightening his grip on Hermione. Of course, Voldemort wasn't paying him any attention what-so-ever; his eyes forever trained on to May.
Her silence seemed to be his answer for he soon continued.
"In about…" He trailed off glancing at a non-existent watch on his wrist. "Twenty minutes, five Death Eaters will be entering this room. You will first, deal them and then immediately go finish the task they are bound to fail."
Is he insane? May is in no state to be moving! She just woke up! Draco thought desperately. Hermione, however, just nodded and started to sit up, pulling herself out of Draco's grip. He noticed she had already transfigured her clothing into her robes and although she looked firm, she shook slightly as she removed herself from the infirmary bed.
She slowly walked over to a cabinet and pulled out two potions. She downed them both in a matter of seconds before straightening up and nodding to Lord Voldemort.
"Yes, my Lord." Voldemort smirked before walking up to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. They had a thirty second staring contest before he dropped his hands and walked out of the room. Hmmm…I don't get it. He thought idly.
Draco immediately rushed over to her and embraced her.
"Do you need me to go with you? You should be going anywhere right now," Hermione simply pushed him away. Great, I'm already breaking my self-made promise! He thought sarcastically. Draco continued to look at her confused and slightly hurt. Why is she pushing me away?
"This is my redemption Draco. I have to do this on my own. You should probably leave." Draco nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat before swiftly making his way from the room.
As Draco left the Death Eater's Voldemort had spoken of entered as promised. It seemed whoever they were had been fighting had put up a good fight. There were cuts and he assumed broken limbs, all things Hermione could fix instantly. He observed them as they passed them shrewdly. They're early.
Inside the infirmary, Hermione was working at the speed of light and had the Death Eater's repaired in record times and began interrogating them.
"That Lovegood sent an owl to the ministry saying he had Potter. The house exploded when we got there and then I had somehow grabbed onto Potter as he apparated, after falling through the ceiling. The fought us, I called back-up and now here we are."
Hermione quickly performed some Ligilimency to find out exactly where they were. He would send me after Harry and Ron. Bastard…
She quickly put on her 'Hermione' glamour and immediately apparated to where Harry and Ron were.
When her eye-sight fixed there were two wands, pointing at her chest. Harry and Ron stood, two backpacks on their backs, and Gryffindor's rested in Harry's hand.
"Harry! Ron!"" She moved to hug them but they kept their wands trained on her.
"Why are we here instead of at school?" Ron asked.
"Because, Ron, you're supposed to be home with Spattergroit, Harry is being hunted, and you're searching for Horcruxs." The simultaneously lowered their wands before snapping them back up.
"How'd you find us?"
"The Death Eater's you were just fighting arrived back at the Manor and the Dark Lord sent me to finish their job."
"So you're supposed to capture us?" Ron asked scandalized.
"Pretty much, or if you disappear fast enough then I go back without you and get say I was too late. I get a small punishment, nothing exciting and you guys get off scot-free." The boys lowered their wands again.
"So…you really, you're really on our side?"
"Yes! I can't believe you would ever think I would go against you."
"Well it's not like You-know-who couldn't have blackmailed, or threatened you." Ron reasoned.
"Well he hasn't tried blackmail yet but he's definitely punished me before. I just finished killing four of his Death Eater's not too long ago."
"You killed someone?!" Hermione's eyes shifted to Harry. She instantly felt guilty again and her eyes filled with tears.
"It was horrible. I puked instantly. It was this potion and oh! It was just so horrible."
"Mione don't cry!" Harry said wiping away a stray tear. "You did what you had to do. I'm sure over there you just can't send them to Azkaban or keep them in your house. Voldemort would - -"
"HARRY NO!"
CRACK!
"STUPEFY!" The three teens hit the floor as Snatcher's apparated out of the sky.
"Now who do we have here?" asked Greyback as he approached the three unconscious teens.
"Pretty useful that taboo eh?" Scabior, another Snatcher asked.
"Indeed." Replied Greyback as he brushed back Harry's bangs. His eyes grew wide with delight.
"We…we got Potter!" he cried.
Scabior made his way over to the three bodies.
"We should take them to the Ministry!" He said as he observed the face's of Ron and Hermione also.
"We've got the whole Golden Trio! "
"We'll take them straight to Malfoy Manor and summon the Dark Lord."
"Y-you can do that?" Scabior asked nervously. Greyback just scoffed as he grabbed a hold of Harry's hair and apparated away, leaving the other two for Scabior.
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A/N
So there ya have it! R&R Tell me your thoughts.