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I walk the line
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I find it very, very easy to be true You've got a way to keep me on your side
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line
Because you're mine, I walk the line
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine, I walk the line
Hermione quickly learned the rules of the manor. To put it simply stay out of Astoria's way. Oddly enough it seemed to be what most everyone who lived there did. It really made her wonder if any of the Malfoys liked their daughter-in-law at all really. She almost felt bad for the witch, her life at the manor seemed to be an extremely lonely one… almost.
When Astoria had any free time she was typically out shopping, spending the Malfoy fortune, and when she was home she could be found abusing some poor house elf who had been unfortunate enough to have been called on to service her. It entirely explained why Draco had ordered dear little Pod to stay out of her sight. It almost seemed as though the witch held some secret personal vendetta against them. Why, Hermione couldn't even begin to fathom. But the first time she had witnessed her kicking one of the poor defenseless creatures across the room had completely cemented her distaste for the woman.
Draco had officially allowed Pod access to the Manor within her first week of arrival. His only rule that the little elf was only to make his presence known to the two of them and the other elves of course as that could hardly be avoided.
"Miss is angry with the clothes" the little elf was currently bouncing around her room as she readied herself for the day, throwing yet another lacy garment over her shoulder. It was more than obvious that Astoria had been the one to pick out her clothes for around the manor. Her entire wardrobe was full of nothing but dresses and gowns, none of which Hermione had found to be flattering.
At the sound of the little elf's voice an idea popped into her head.
"Pod!" the exclamation flew from her lips in sudden excitement.
"Yes Miss?" the elf froze mid bounce in the air above her bed, levitating upside down while gazing at her with his big green orbs.
"Are all of my things still back at the penthouse? My clothes and such I mean?"
"Yes Miss. Pod keeps everything just as you likes it for whenever you is tired of the mean Mrs. and ready to come back."
Fantastic!
"Could you be a dear and do me a favor? I need something to wear and absolutely none of these will do." She gestured around the room at the mess she had made while digging recklessly through all the drawers. "I need something reasonable and comfortable. Some denims and a jumper would do quite nicely. Oh, and some sensible shoes as well, my trainers would do well!"
The little elf nodded enthusiastically before popping away to fulfill her request. Now all she had to do was simply wait for his return.
Draco had told her they had plans to finally make good use of the little grove hidden within the garden and she was doing her best to find something practical to wear, and the dolled up nonsense in her room just simply wasn't cutting it. Sighing she walked over to the window to wait just in time to catch the arrival of a certain brown haired, wide shouldered wizard as he approached through the gates.
She pressed both of her hands against the glass as excitement flooded through her at the prospect of finally seeing another familiar and friendly face. She bounced on her toes in anticipation and almost as though Theo could feel her eyes upon him from the many stories above, his face turned up to hers and his big toothy grin glinted in the light before he continued to make his way up the front steps to the manor doors.
Letting out a small squeal of delight Hermione dashed out of her room and down the hall, heading to where she presumed Draco would be greeting his guest as her long heavy skirt billowed behind her. Skidding around the corner eager to see her friend once more and curious to know if he had any word of Ginny and the rest of the girls.
She drew up just short of the parlor as voices trickled out of one of the many adjoining doors, the only one that had remained open just a crack.
"Oh, Theodore what a pleasant surprise!" a shiver ran up Hermione's spine at the sickly sweet voice of the young Mrs. Malfoy. "I don't believe we were expecting you this morning. Had I known I would have prepared something."
Hermione crept silently closer to the door, being sure to avoid detection. While she was sure Draco and Theo would be more than happy to see her presence, she was just as equally sure that Astoria would not.
"Ah, yes. Well my dear Astoria, as these things often go, your surprise does not surprise me at all." Peeking through the gap in the door she saw Theo take a seat in an armchair, dropping a briefcase down beside him.
"You, Astoria, may not have known of Mr. Nott's arrival this morning, but seeing as how I'm the one who owled him, was made keenly aware." Draco settled into a chair nearby, chuckling at his wife's expense. "You would do wise to remember to not speak for the both of us in the future. Theo can I offer you something to drink?"
The still standing witch, who had plastered on her usual smile reserved for such fake pleasantries, had eyes that burned with rage at her husband's open disregard for her in front of their company.
"A cup of tea if you would." The brunette wizard's eyes glanced up at Astoria expectantly, waiting for her to remove herself from the room to fetch the requested libation.
"Topsy!" Astoria's favorite elf of the week apparated into the room with a pop, bowing low.
"Yes, masters? How can Topsy be of service?"
"Be a dear and fetch a tea service for three."
"Right away ma'ams." The elf popped away only to return mere moments later with a full tea setup, biscuits included for the two wizards and singular witch in the room.
Hermione watched as Theo lifted an eyebrow in Draco's direction as he leaned forward dropping two sugars into his saucer.
It seemed ridding themselves of Astoria was not going to be that easy after all. Hermione had to give it to the witch for her tenacity. It never seemed to get under her skin to be somewhere where she was clearly not wanted, either that or she was truly that obtuse to it all.
Taking a seat on the divan across from the two, Astoria smoothed out her robes. "So, Theo, what business brings you here this morning? If I recall correctly the last time we saw each other you were quite indisposed." The blonde with took a very prim sip of her tea, her eyes shooting daggers in her guest's direction.
Ah, so not obtuse at all. Simply obstinate with a refusal to be cowed in her own home.
Theo smirked, taking a sip of his own drink before volleying his response. "Ah well, if I remember correctly you were quite out of sorts yourself Story." He shot her a devilish wink and Hermione almost feared for his life from her position of safety behind the door. "And what brings me here is man's business, I wouldn't dream of boring your dainty little mind with something so trivial."
Astoria sat in her seat seething, eyes down, trained on the cup and saucer rattling in her hands before she placed it delicately in her lap.
"Well yes, of course, it is not as though that situation will be happening again now is it?"
She saw Draco's back stiffen in his chair, ready to pounce on Astoria if need be. Not unlike a lion tamer always ready to reign in his beast.
"Ah yes, I had learned of that." Theo's voice no longer held it playful tone and he set his own cup down on the end table beside him. "And to think you would just happen to find yourself barren Astoria? I mean what are the odds?" His eyes bore into her as hers shot up to his sharply with an almost imperceptible intake of air. "And who pray tell was your attending mediwitch? I am quite interested to learn more about their educational background and perhaps even explore his findings… you know one medical professional to another."
Theo was a mediwitch himself? She had had no idea.
"I was quite surprised to learn when Draco told me that you had discovered that you were barren that you had so adamantly refused my offer at a second opinion." He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees as he continued to stare down the witch whose eyes were now filled with panic across from him.
And what was this about Astoria refusing his second opinion? I wonder why…
"Why is that I wonder?"
Draco sat that watching the exchange stonily reading the panic written all over Astoria's face as it just as quickly morphed into tears of hysterics.
"Draco! I can't believe you'd let him talk to me in such a way. And about that of all things! We both know how sensitive I feel about it, of course I did not want another doctor getting my hopes up only to tell me the bad news all over again!" She wailed across the room. Hermione would be surprised if the entire household hadn't heard her cries, but then again, that was probably her intention all along.
"Astoria…" Draco's voice was a low warning, but she waved him off.
"No, no. I think I shall leave. I'm in no state to host company at this moment."
Oh barmey! She needed a place to hide and fast before she became the target of the mad witch's frustrations again. That would surely put a damper on their day's plans.
Hermione looked around the hall frantically trying to find a place to hide as Astoria's rapidly approaching footsteps grew ever louder. She slid behind an oversized statue of a dark and twisted angel the moment Astoria flung through the door to the sitting room.
"How dare he! How dare they?! And Draco just sitting by with that self-indulgent smirk while he allowed his friend to call me a liar to my very own face. In my house none the less." She rampaged the entire way down the hall, her face mottled with rage but not a single evidence of a tear. She muttered just low enough so that the wizards in the room could not hear a word she spoke, except for Hermione. She caught it all from her pace within the shadows. "It's mans' business." She mimicked in an exceptionally high tone, "I will show him… I'll show both of them. No one crosses Astoria Malfoy. Nobody!"
Interesting…
A hysterical bubble of laughter followed the blonde witch down the hall as Hermione slid out from her place of hiding. Taking one last look after the crazed witch in sheer astonishment, she moved to open the door and join the two men sitting within. Draco and Theo were holding their own whispered conversation when she discreetly closed the door behind her.
"Well that was pretty bold of you Theodore." She stood before the men placing her hands on her hips as she forced her features into a stern mask. "I did not know you were a healer."
Theo's face lit up upon her arrival and he immediately stood crossing the space between them before tucking her body into his massive frame.
"Ah, love, but some things need to be voiced. Wouldn't you agree?" he pulled her back holding her by the shoulders as his warm brown eyes searched her own inquisitively and she let her mask fall away and truly gave him a smile.
She really was happy to see him, honestly, she would be happy to see just about anybody at this point.
"All of what you said…" she cast her eyes to Draco he looked studiously at the cup in his hands before meeting the caramel eyes of the wizard before her once again. "Was it true?"
"Come sit down Hermione." It was a command, not a request, but not before Theo nodded in answer. She took her place on the arm of Draco's chair. He placed his hand on her knee with a sigh. "We can't know anything for certain."
"Like hell we can't Draco! You and I both know she's fabricated this whole ordeal." Theo plopped back down unceremoniously in his chair.
"We would." Draco growled, "Had a certain someone not reacted rashly without my permission alerting her to my plan." He turned his face up to hers, an unspoken apology hidden in his crystal gray depths. "I had originally planned on having mother corner into getting a second opinion, a surprise visit from the family's usual healer… but somebody else had other plans."
"How many times do I have to keep apologizing?" Theo leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide as he roved his hand over his face.
"Theo here, got a little… impassioned."
The wizard across from her narrowed his eyes into slits. "And you didn't? You actually contemplated murdering the conniving bitch."
Draco actually laughed. "Like you wouldn't have helped. You're my right-hand man for a reason. Speaking of did you bring what I asked you for?"
"Yeah, yeah…" Hermione watched as Theo reached down and patted the briefcase on the ground beside him. "It's all here. The crystals and the crushed moon stone."
She turned to Draco with alarm. Just how much of this was Theo in on? As far as she knew it had only been the two of them who knew about their plans for time travel and Draco involving Theo could throw an unexpected wrench in things.
"Theo if you are a healer, why did Draco call on you to bring him this?" she gestured towards the briefcase before them.
He leaned back in his chair with a wicked grin. "Let's just say among being a healer, I am also a purveyor of things."
She looked at him skeptically, surely he was joking. However… he had brought the items Draco had requested without question.
"Why you requested these things so urgently is beyond me, but who am I to judge." The wizard sitting across from them shrugged and Hermione felt the tension leave her body. "But tell me one thing?"
"What's that mate?"
"Tell me you're being careful." Head nodding in her direction and continued, "Tell me you're taking all the precautions you can to keep her safe until this is all sorted out. And you know exactly what I'm talking about Draco."
Letting out a mirthless chuckle, he sighed. "Believe me, you don't know the excruciating half of it."
Oh. OH!
Hermione felt the blush creep into her cheeks as she realized the rapid turn the conversation had taken. Draco, who was much sullener and broodier than normal, was being careful, practically to a fault. They had learned upon her arrival that not only would she be monitored for contraceptive charms, but she was also to take weekly fertility potions as well, thus highly improving her odds of conceiving the next Malfoy heir. Or they would anyway if he would touch her, but Draco was adamant that he could not come near her until they had found at least a way around the contraceptive charms themselves. When she had asked him why, he had simply told her it was another thing she would have to trust him on. Well easier said than done when he still couldn't keep his hands off of her, and while all the other things they could do were nice…wonderful even, she relished their little stolen moments in the nooks and crannies of the manor when he snuck her away for his illicit purposes. Nothing truly compared to the real thing. The feel of his body pressed against hers, sliding inside her, filling her so wholly and completely until they were both utterly lost in the sensations.
She squeezed her legs together uncomfortably and Theo gave her a knowing look. Draco cleared his throat.
"She is safe, I assure you."
"If by safe, you mean safe from Draco… then yes. Unfortunately... I am very safe." She rolled her eyes, honestly, she was just as frustrated as he was by this point. Even now as Draco's thumb drew small circles on her inner knee with his thumb, she had to fight back visible shivers from his touch.
Chuckling Theo stood offering Draco the briefcase.
"Apologies love, I would offer my services." He threw her a wink, "but there are new rules in place now. The lovely Mrs. made sure to that." He lifted her hand and placed a very enticing kiss upon the back of it, this too sent a shiver straight to her core.
Draco growled beside her, causing a smirk to bloom on her face. She made a show of looking the well-toned man before her up and down.
She truly did love Theodore's ruthless sense of humor. Especially when it was at a particular blonde haired, silver eyed Malfoy's expense.
"How unfortunate." She winked back and Draco blustered by her side. He immediately rose in his seat, clearly ready to escort the other wizard out of the room. He looked down at Hermione giving her a look that clearly said she had better stay put and she couldn't help but to giggle.
Jealousy truly was a good look on him.
The two men exited the room together, but not before Theo gave her one last grand bow.
"Until next time my dear. Perhaps the conditions won't be quite as restricting and maybe we could have some real fun again."
The implications of his statement had memories flashing before her eyes. Of Theos large hand wrapped tightly around her neck as he commanded her to come for the two of them. She felt herself flush and her eyes darken at the thought. Draco, having none of it, grabbed Theo by the arm and commenced to dragging him down the hall. Hermione offered the delicious brunette a coy wave with her fingers as he disappeared around the corner.
Good heavens Draco was truly a sex god come to life, but Theodore Nott… that man was trouble. Far too dangerous to remain single. She allowed her mind to wander once again back to that evening, the first time he had touched her with such care, and then the second time when she thought she had been in control, but truly had been entirely at the mercy of Theo and Draco's every whim. The things they had done to her body that night, things she had not even put into fantasies they had seemed so depraved… but now the mere memory had her knickers completely soaked.
Moments later the door slammed, startling her from her reverie and causing her to jump from the arm of her chair. Her eyes locked on Draco's imposing figure as he purposefully prowled toward her. Her mouth instantly went dry and her knees turned to jelly at the feral look in his eyes, before she knew it she found herself fully seated in the chair, her knees tucked to her chest protectively. Her eyes tracked his every move, every bunch of his muscles as he drew ever near, his eyes were so dark she could hardly see the gray depths she so adored.
"Unfortunate is it?" He leaned into her, his arms entrapping her in her seat. His knuckles gripped the armrest so tightly that his knuckles were white, and his biceps bulged. He brought his face closer to hers, refusing to break eye contact and she could feel the air crackling around him. "Hermione?" his voice was laced with an edge of danger and it instantly sent a jolt` of excitement coursing through her.
No. No. They had rules now…
"Draco…I" she stammered, losing her words as his mouth drew closer, and she found herself licking her lips in anticipation.
His breath fanned across her face and her eyes fluttered shut. With a growl he shoved her legs down, away from her torso leaving her feeling suddenly exposed. He used his leg to part her knees and crowded her space even further, causing her skirt to ride up to her knees.
His nose nuzzled her neck, followed by a languish sweep of his tongue and she let out a moan. He bit down and she let out a cry her hands coming up to tangle in his hair.
This was okay, right? They were not breaking any rules.
Yet…
"Draco." his name tumbled from her lips in a murmur and she felt him chuckle against her throat. The chair dipped as his knee found purchase between her legs and using one hand, he gripped her exposed knee before sliding it up the folds of the material pooling around her middle. His fingers quickly finding what he was searching for, he let out a sharp hiss.
"Tell me Princess, just what were you thinking about that got you this worked up."
His fingers skated along the front of her knickers, feeling the entirety of her slick heat and the wetness that had seeped through.
He gripped her waist and pulled her closer to the edge of the chair, giving her another sharp nip.
She could honestly tell him that the memory of Theo and him taking her together had brought her to this point, but that would be a partial lie. To be honest, the moment he had laid his hand on her earlier she had instantly felt core begin to weep.
One of his long fingers pressed down against her swollen button, that bundle of nerves that he knew would drive her crazy and get her to tell him just about anything he wanted to hear. Her hips instantly rocked into his touch.
"Hermione…" he asked again, his voice edged in warning.
"You, you and Theo… everything." The words came out in a breathless gasp as she squirmed in his grip and she felt him pull her ever closer to him.
His mouth came down upon hers and he slid his hand down the front of her soaked knickers, his fingers delving inter her core. She let out an audible gasp and Draco took advantage of the opening and swept his tongue inside her mouth. He let out a groan as she moaned beneath him. He spread her legs wider with his own and pulled her hips to rock against the erection bulging beneath his pants, her ankles automatically locking around his hips.
Before she knew what had happened, she felt her panties tear away and her eyes shot open. Draco's breath was coming out in heavy pants matching her own. Her eyes locked with his, and she realized just how far past safe they were.
He brought his lips back to hers, kissing her with a reckless abandonment. Her hands instantly wound around his neck and he ground his hips into her again.
Pulling his mouth away he took in deep gulps of air.
"Princess… tell me to stop."
She knew she had to, needed to… but good heavens it was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Draco." She murmured, her hands reaching for his waist, his hips, finding the hard length of him and stroking him with her hand.
He let out a hiss, his hips bucking into her palm with every stroke.
"Oh gods, fuck Draco…" her heels dug into his back side pulling him closer to where she so desperately needed him.
"Damn it, Hermione… Fuck, I'm not going to be able to stop if you keep doing this."
And there in was the problem. They had to stop. The alternative was not an option, not anymore. All of the doses of fertility potion she was subjected to had ensured of that. But Merlin's beard she wanted him so desperately. Even she was not sure if she could stop at this point.
She pulled his head back down to hers and kissed him fiercely, her tongue battling with his for dominance. She heard the sound of his belt being undone, quickly followed by the zip of his trousers.
Damn. Damn, damn, damn!
His weight pressed her into the chair as he ground against her, his erection almost entirely free of the confines of his pants.
"Hermione…" her name tumbled against her lips in a plea as he continued to rut against her.
He was lost and she knew it. But so was she.
She pulled him closer knowing she needed to push him away, she could feel Draco teetering on the edge and knew that whatever she decided it was now or never.
She groaned, pulling her mouth away from his. "Draco… stop." The last word spilled from her mouth with so much regret. There was nothing she wanted more than to carry this further with the blonde wizard who had captured her so entirely.
He stilled above her, letting out a dejected sigh of his own. His forehead pressed into hers, his pupils so wide there was no silver to be found. She gently pushed at him, worried that she may have been to late in her decision.
He stood slowly, pushing off the chair leaving her behind breathless and bare for him to see. Raking his hands through his hair he let out a strangled groan of anguish and turned away from her walking a few paces across the room before redoing his trousers.
Taking advantage of the fact that his back was turned Hermione rose as well, flattening her skirt against her legs and righting her shirt. She was not entirely sure if he turned and still saw her there laying in wait that he would be able to stop no matter what she said.
"Hermione," his voice cracked huskily, causing him to clear his throat. "Hermione we should get to work."
She nodded silently, running her hands over her hair, looking anywhere but at the man in front of her.
The maze's little hidden grove greeted them as it always did. The shrubbery pulling back just enough to allow the two of them to pass through into its mystical depths. Hermione still found the magical energy radiating from this part of the garden nearly overwhelming. Yet she still sighed as she felt the air brush against her toying with her hair in familiar greeting, all the tension she was carrying suddenly melting away. She looked over to Draco to find that he to seemed to be able to breathe freely once again as well.
Their entire walk there neither had said a word to each other. The memory of what had almost happened in the drawing room playing on constant repeat in both of their minds. Frustration and desperation had hung in the air between them like a think blanket trapping in way too much heat. She had almost been sure at any moment one of them was going to pull the other into a hidden alcove of the maze and say to hell with it. However, at least this time she was not wearing a skirt.
She had personally never been more grateful to Pod than she had upon her quick return to her room to grab the book of ancient runes to also find that the elf had set a bag at the foot of her bed. It had been full of all of her favorite articles of clothing, even the things she had liked to lounge around the suite in prior to her transition to the manor, and next to it, her favorite pair of trainers.
This is not to say that this would entirely stop anything from happening between the pair of them, but it was leaps and bounds better than her wearing a skirt. Where one may be tempted to simply hike it up above her hips and take advantage. Not that she would not be an entirely willing participant, but it acted as some deterrent none the less. However, she could not help but notice the way his eyes constantly watched the way the pair of jeans hugged her bottom perfectly.
Fairies sat idly by, curiously watching the pair as they made quick work of the mandala, having made it once before this second time went by much faster. Not to mention that the two of them had practically memorized the entire spell by this point, the two of them having spent hours poring over the spell's contents looking for various ways to add to its longevity. This time Hermione was sure she had found a minor tweak that would extend their distance in time further, but how far she couldn't be sure.
"How far back?" Draco asked her, glancing between her and at their nearly completed work in the grass.
All that was left were the various blood runes. And, if their calculations were correct, when mixed with high levels of sodium fluoride should preserve their spilled blood, thus increasing the longevity of the spell.
Fisting her hips, she stared down at the mandala studiously. The memory of their last trip and the aftermath running through her mind. Hopefully, this time it wouldn't be a problem, but still better to play it safer this go around. Mind finally made up she met the eyes of the wizard before her.
"Two days."
"Two days?"
She nodded her confirmation and he easily acquiesced, no further explanation or reasoning needed from her. He completely understood the risks when it came to tampering with spells and that a safe trial run was best at this point in their journey.
Draco Malfoy may be a lot of things, but stupid was definitely not one of them.
"Alright then, lets get to it." He produced the same silver blade they had used before, slicing both of their palms open before each returned to their prospective positions. They circled the diagram, drawing their respective runes in tandem on the field just as they had back in his old office. Just like before, by the time they were done the entire area around them was aglow and the air around them ceased all movement, even the fairies around them were frozen mid-flight.
They both glanced around the glen in awe, the wonder that they were actually capable of ceasing time still not lost on them. They met each other in the middle, and just like the first time Draco took her hands with the blood stones and dripped them over the chalice mixing their blood with the chemical already placed in the bottom of the chalice. They waited needlessly with baited breaths, for just a last time, the world around them began to spin backwards, moving around them yet leaving them behind.
When time stopped moving and everything came back to focus once more they stood standing in the same grove, hidden from the manor and any prying eyes, said for the tiny little fairies who had burst into frantic flights at their sudden appearance.
She turned to Draco with a wide and stupid grin, "It worked!"
"Obviously, it worked." He pulled her into his arms placing a kiss on the top of her head, she could feel him smiling into her hair pleased with their success. "You are the brightest with of our age are you not?"
She swatted at him playfully, still unable to wipe the self-satisfied grin from her face. She had been so worried that tampering with the ancient spell in anyway would negate its time travel properties, but her worries, it seemed, had been completely unfounded.
"So, what now?" she asked practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. The possibilities of what they were accomplishing were rapidly becoming endless, and soon she felt they would be ready to try to take on their end goal.
"Now, Princess, we go wherever you would like to go."
"What?" Her wide caramel eyes turned to him in surprise.
"Well…" his hands were shoved in his pockets as he looked up at the sky. "There are currently two of us somewhere around here in this timeline accounted for, correct?"
She nodded mutely.
"That means we are technically free agents while we are here and can do practically anything we please. Now I can't apparate us within the wards of the manor, but…."
His voice trailed away in the background as the implications of what he was saying finally dawned on her. Of course, they were free to go, do, whatever they pleased. They were extra beings in this plane. The thought that she would actually get to leave, as a free woman had never occurred to her.
Her head began to buzz with anticipation as Draco continued explaining the best and safest routes out of the manor to avoid being seen.
"London!" she blurted out interrupting him midsentence.
"What?"
"I want to go to London, muggle London of course. That is obviously the safest place for us to not be recognized by anyone," she turned her eyes pleadingly to the blonde wizard. "Please Draco! I haven't been back to London in such a long time."
He genuinely smiled then, reaching for her hand. "London it is then."
Hand in hand he led her through a back path out of the maze to a part of the garden that was bordered by the forest. The entire time Hermione felt as though her heart would explode with excitement. Once there he found a small gate that let them out of the estate and into the cover of the trees. They walked for several minutes more through the crowded foliage before Draco stopped, turning to her expectantly.
"This should be far enough outside of the wards. Are you ready?" he asked her, his tone was serious. He understood that it had been nearly half a decade since the last time Hermione was allowed any semblance of freedom. There was no way she was not feeling some type of trepidation about the distance they were about to travel, free at last.
She hesitated only for a moment, unsure of what would be there to greet her on the other side. Only for a moment though, she had to go, she had to see, to know.
What was the rest of the World doing while she had been stuck inside a brothel for five years?
Hermione nodded her head, and all at once she felt the old telltale pull at her naval of side along apparition.
**A/N: Apologies this is late. If you haven't hit up my tumblr yet you may catch on to why, I dropped a sneak peek of a future chapter that just had to come out before I could write anything else! So fun to come. Also, a big thanks to my alpha realjane(AO3) or TheSuperJane(Tumblr) if it wasn't for her you may not be getting this chapter quite yet, as this she recommended be split into two.
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