A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short but I'm currently working on THREE fan
fics and school, so I've been pretty busy. I'll update ASAP. Sorry again! (
Hermione and Draco sat in a booth in the corner of Konditorei the next day silently sipping tea and eating pastries. They were simply enjoying each other's presence. Hermione was drinking it all in simply because she had missed it for fiver years but Draco was taking pleasure in her company as much as he could because he knew it wouldn't last. An empty feeling had settled in the pit of his stomach. He had grown used to it during his years of hiding out; it meant the Ministry was close.
A tawny owl swept through the glass door with a customer and landed on Draco and Hermione's table, dropping a messily folded letter on the wood. Hermione picked up the letter curiously and opened it. Harry's messy, rushed script was scrawled across the paper.
Get out of Basel! You and Draco. Now. The Aurors are coming. They used a truth potion. Don't tell me where you go, just write me when you get there. Be careful, Hermione. -Harry
Hermione folded the letter quickly again and grabbed Draco's hand, pulling him out of the bakery and to the truck.
"Hermione? What's going on," Draco tried to plant his feet firmly on the ground, but Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at him, which was enough to convince him to keep moving. Hermione sped the truck up to the house and ran inside.
"Draco, pack your things quickly. We need to get-" her mouth snapped shut as she came face to face with a tall, muscular man. "Can I help you?"
"No, but he can," the man pointed to Draco and three other Aurors appeared and surrounded the blond man standing confusedly at the door.
"Hermione?" he called over the people.
"I'm sorry, Draco," she said, now crying, "they found out where you were through Harry. I never thought that would that would happen."
"It's okay, Hermione. Stop crying," Draco simply stood there as the Aurors took his arms.
"He didn't do it!" Hermione yelled frantically. "He didn't. He was under the Imperius Curse."
"Hermione, stop. It'll be okay," Draco tried to comfort her, but his efforts seemed wasted. After all, who would believe that everything would be okay when their loved on was being dragged off to the most horrible prison in the world for something that they didn't do? "I love you," he called before he was apparated away with the men who had subdued him.
"I love you, too," Hermione sobbed on the wooden floor of the house. He was gone.
Hermione and Draco sat in a booth in the corner of Konditorei the next day silently sipping tea and eating pastries. They were simply enjoying each other's presence. Hermione was drinking it all in simply because she had missed it for fiver years but Draco was taking pleasure in her company as much as he could because he knew it wouldn't last. An empty feeling had settled in the pit of his stomach. He had grown used to it during his years of hiding out; it meant the Ministry was close.
A tawny owl swept through the glass door with a customer and landed on Draco and Hermione's table, dropping a messily folded letter on the wood. Hermione picked up the letter curiously and opened it. Harry's messy, rushed script was scrawled across the paper.
Get out of Basel! You and Draco. Now. The Aurors are coming. They used a truth potion. Don't tell me where you go, just write me when you get there. Be careful, Hermione. -Harry
Hermione folded the letter quickly again and grabbed Draco's hand, pulling him out of the bakery and to the truck.
"Hermione? What's going on," Draco tried to plant his feet firmly on the ground, but Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it at him, which was enough to convince him to keep moving. Hermione sped the truck up to the house and ran inside.
"Draco, pack your things quickly. We need to get-" her mouth snapped shut as she came face to face with a tall, muscular man. "Can I help you?"
"No, but he can," the man pointed to Draco and three other Aurors appeared and surrounded the blond man standing confusedly at the door.
"Hermione?" he called over the people.
"I'm sorry, Draco," she said, now crying, "they found out where you were through Harry. I never thought that would that would happen."
"It's okay, Hermione. Stop crying," Draco simply stood there as the Aurors took his arms.
"He didn't do it!" Hermione yelled frantically. "He didn't. He was under the Imperius Curse."
"Hermione, stop. It'll be okay," Draco tried to comfort her, but his efforts seemed wasted. After all, who would believe that everything would be okay when their loved on was being dragged off to the most horrible prison in the world for something that they didn't do? "I love you," he called before he was apparated away with the men who had subdued him.
"I love you, too," Hermione sobbed on the wooden floor of the house. He was gone.