Devil's Adored
There is a stun silence, then both are in each other's arms, hugging tightly.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked pulling away, eyes going up and down, checking for any kind of injury.
While she found none, something was still off, it took her a minute to figure out what it was. While nothing special, in fact, it was just a button-up shirt and trousers nothing fancy, still, Harry was wearing clothes that fit….huh. Satisfied, for now, she turned her attention to the two men watching from behind her friend.
And paused.
".…..Professor?"
She had expected Malfoy Sr., Deatheaters, even the Dark Lord himself. Her Potion Professor never came to mind.
"Hello, ." Professor Snape greeted, "Glad you arrived here safely, you remember Lucius Malfoy, yes?"
Numb, she nodded.
"Mione."
Looking back at her friend, she found an expression that she wanted to call a combination of confusion and happiness.
"They killed him."
Her heart dropped, mind going through a thousand names.
"W-Who?"
"Him. Voldemort."
~.~.~
Hours, and a very long conversation later, Hermione found her sitting in a lovely room, not too far from Mrs. Malfoy's own, and an invitation to dinner later.
"Caramel thinks Ms. Granger will look lovely in this for dinner."
Oh, and a House Elf.
A freed House Elf according to Caramel, recruited by Dobby of all people. And that's all she knew considering Caramel hadn't elaborated more on the subject when asked.
"It's pretty."
Caramel smiled and after commenting on getting the dress ironed, pooped out the room, leaving the young witch alone with her thoughts.
Mostly, what the fuck was going on?!
She was so, so confused.
Voldemort was dead.
Killed by her Professor, not her friend like it was supposed to be. Her professor was also planning something, it was very obvious to her during the conversation, even if he didn't say it in so many words.
"And now the big question, what to do now?"
And were she and Harry in danger?
Dinner came around, rather soon for her taste. Caramel popped in with her freshly ironed dress, and after some hesitation, she put it on. For now, she'd go with the flow. She's escorted to where they were having dinner and was surprised to see Harry already seated and speaking with two of their…Hosts.
"Ms. Granger," Caramel announced.
Hermione felt her cheeks burn under the sudden attention, and quietly made her way to an available seat, which thankfully was next to Harry. She's startled when she got there and her chair was pulled out by Malfoy Sr.
".…Erm, thank you?"
"My pleasure."
And then the man sat back down and continued on his conversation as though what he had done was not weird at all.
Thankfully, before she had a chance to think on that, dinner was served, and after a moment's hesitation-and a small heart attack when her friend started eating without even a moment's thought-picked up her fork and started eating. She started with one of the small red potatoes, the second it touched her tongue. She let out a soft moan of delight, and before she could stop herself, she did a little wiggle dance in her seat.
"I'm glad you're enjoying your meal. Crystal will be pleased."
".….Crap."
Sitting to her right, Mrs. Malfoy had been watching, eyes bright with amusement and dare she say, affection. Gulping down the rest of her food, Hermione wondered how many small potatoes she would have to stuff in her mouth to choke and die.
"Probably ten."
"No need for embarrassment," Mrs. Malfoy said, before taking a sip of her wine, "I found it quite adorable."
For some reason that bothered her, but not in a bad way.
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