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Your Night-12
By: Silver Ice
"Pierre," Hermione whispered into the darkness surrounding her.
"Hermione." Pierre answered from her left.
Hermione sighed in relief and hugged Pierre in joy. "We did it, we escaped!" Hermione exclaimed happily. Pierre grinned in delight at hugging Hermione and didn't realize she was speaking to him until she snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"What? I'm sorry Hermione, what were you saying?" Pierre asked, frowning as Hermione pulled out of the hug.
"I was just asking where we should go now." Hermione said, repeating herself for the third time.
"Oh, well I'm sure you want to go back home to your family and friends," Pierre said, upset at the thought of parting from Hermione.
"You don't mind coming back to London with me then?" Hermione asked.
"I-I can come back with you? Won't I be a burden; I have no where to go in London." Pierre explained, trying not to get too excited at the thought of leaving France.
"Don't be silly, after all that you've done for me and the British Ministry you should know that you're welcome at my home!" Hermione declared warmly.
"I appreciate your hospitality Hermione, and I'd be delighted to come with you to London," Pierre said, turning pink at the thought of being in Hermione's home. He was thankful the room was too dark for Hermione to see his face.
"This will be wonderful! You can come and meet Ron and his family and Harry too. It's thanks to his cloak we escaped," Hermione revealed, causing Pierre to gasp in surprise.
"This invisibility cloak belongs to Harry? Harry Potter?" Pierre questioned, pointing to the cloak Hermione had slung over her bag.
"Yeah it does. I grabbed it just before I left for Reims," Hermione explained. Pierre was still looking at the cloak in shock. Harry Potter. He would be meeting Harry Potter.
"Well then, why wait in France, let's go to London," Pierre blurted in growing excitement.
"Do you know where we can Floo from? We can go back to my office first," Hermione said, finally starting to see Pierre through the darkness of the room.
"There's a place just a block away from here, L'Auberge. We can Floo from there," Pierre answered, grabbing Hermione's wrist and pulling her to the door and out of the room.
Hermione blinked in alarm at the sudden burst of light that stung her eyes. La Flamme Ardente was bustling and no one seemed to notice Pierre and Hermione walking through the crowd. They didn't risk speaking until they reached the light blue door of L'Auberge.
"Just Floo to 'Unspeakable Office 22'." Hermione said as they entered the small quiet building. A fire was blazing across the room and the two made their way to it. Hermione was suddenly filled with an overwhelming surge of excitement at the thought of being reunited with Ron after nearly two weeks apart.
Pierre grabbed a small flower pot that was filled with Floo powder. He threw a pinch in and waited for the tangerine flames to turn emerald green. He stepped into the fire first and shouted, "UNSPEAKABLE OFFICE 22!" With a swirl of flames he was gone. Hermione looked around herself one last time and happily grabbed her own handful of Floo powder. She threw the dust into the flames and within a moment emerged in her office.
(A/N: –Snap and a Half- I should have ended this here! Ah well...)
"Finally, I'm back," Hermione exclaimed, spinning through her neat and untouched office.
Pierre smiled and let Hermione look around her office for a few moments before asking, "Where will we go now?"
"Now? Well, I suppose I have to report to Mr. Deseo," Hermione answered, opening her office door and motioning for Pierre to follow her.
"Who's that?" Pierre asked curiously as they walked through a long hallway.
"He's my boss. He's the one who sent me to get information on the Deat-I mean the Knights of Darkness," Hermione explained, waving hello to Terry Boot, who dropped the cup he'd been about to drink from when he saw her.
"Oh, of course. I'll help you explain, about all the Knight's." Pierre offered.
Hermione stopped walking to look back at Pierre, "Really? You'd do that for me?"
Pierre looked as though he would laugh, "Why wouldn't I do that for you? You helped set me free from the Knights, I owe you my life."
"Pierre, really, you don't owe me anything. I may have saved you, but you saved me twice. Stop acting like you're indebted to me. I think we need to forget about you being a Knight and we need to just realize that we're friends, and we don't owe anything to each other." Hermione said with a smile.
Pierre felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of Hermione and him being considered friends. Real friends. Pierre's thoughts were interrupted by Hermione knocking on the door she had halted in front of.
"Come in!" A voice called loudly from behind the mahogany door. Hermione opened the door to reveal a frustrated Mr. Deseo sitting behind stacks of parchment. "What is it?" He asked, not bothering to look up from his work.
"Well, to think, when I was young, people always welcomed me when I came home. I suppose I could just leave again if I was interrupting," Hermione said with a small smile playing on her lips.
Mr. Deseo slammed his fist and looked like he was about to scream, but he stopped suddenly and dropped the roll of parchment in his hand. "Hermione?" He asked, looking up hesitantly, as though she would disappear if he looked.
"Yes, it's me." Hermione said, letting her grin grow wider.
"Jesus Hermione, come here!" Mr. Deseo exclaimed, embracing Hermione in a tight hug. "We've been worried sick about you! The Ministry's been working day and night trying to trace your location. Where have you been?" He asked, so overwhelmed with Hermione's arrival that he failed to notice Pierre standing nervously by the door.
"Well, I found where the Death Eaters, who are called the Knights of Darkness, are." Hermione began.
"But Hermione, where have you been? How could it have possibly taken you this long to gather information on them?" Mr. Deseo asked, still not understanding where his best Unspeakable had been for the past 10 days.
"I got all the information I needed within hours of arriving in Reims. What I didn't realize is that I was being spied on. I know you told me not to make a disturbance or get caught, but I was captured and held prisoner..." Hermione continued to explain her prison tale and only stopped when she realized Pierre hadn't been introduced yet. "Oh! How rude of me. I'd like you to meet Jean-Pierre Dorian. I guess you could say we saved each other."
Pierre looked nervous at the mention of his name, but stepped forward to shake hands with Mr. Deseo. "You saved my top girl. I can't possibly thank you enough," Mr. Deseo said gratefully.
"Sir, she's the one that really saved me. I'm just glad that she is back home again," Pierre said, smiling at Hermione sheepishly.
"Now, Mr. Deseo, I believe there was a point for my trip to Reims," Hermione said, reminding her boss the real reason she'd been gone in the first place.
"Yes, you said you got all the information you needed. So tell me more about these Knights of Darkness," Mr. Deseo said, motioning for Hermione and Pierre to sit down.
They did so before Hermione said, "I have some information for you, but I'm sure that Pierre has much more. You an ask him what you want to know, and as long as he's comfortable, he'll answer."
Mr. Deseo nodded before turning form Hermione to Pierre, "Well Jean-Pierre, what exactly are the Knights planning?" Pierre proceeded to explain everything he'd heard in the last Knight meeting. He managed to list nearly 50 various Knights and when he finished Mr. Deseo was smiling in joy.
"Is there anything else you wish to know?" Pierre asked, bouncing his leg nervously.
"You know what, I think that just might be the perfect amount of information. Now that we know where the Knights are meeting and who they are we should be able to stop their attack on the French Ministry. French officials will be warned by tomorrow." Mr. Deseo explained before turning to Hermione, "You really outdid yourself this time. You were nearly killed Hermione! It's people like you that help keep the wizarding world alive. I won't keep you here, go home to Ron, I'll tell the press you're back and I'll send Pierre his reward money."
Pierre raised his eyebrows in confusion at the mention of reward money, "Why am I getting money? I haven't done anything."
"Jean-Pierre, you're getting reward money for saving Hermione. Where can it be sent to you?" Mr. Deseo questioned.
"I-I don't know a-" Pierre stuttered nervously about where he lived, but Hermione spared him the trouble of coming up with a place.
"Just send it to my place," Hermione said with a smile, "I think it's safe to say that Pierre will be staying around with me a while."
Mr. Deseo looked at Pierre for confirmation, and Pierre nodded. "Good, then I'll owl the money to you, now go!"
"Thank you Mr. Deseo," Hermione said before Pierre and her quickly excited the office, "and thank you!" She said to Pierre, who was now running his hand through his hair to relieve stress.
"I didn't do much," Pierre said with a weak smile.
"You may have just saved hundreds of people from cold blooded murder," Hermione said, "I think that it's safe to say that's doing a lot."
"Well then, I suppose you're welcome," Pierre answered, not bothering to argue with Hermione.
She laughed before leading him to another office. It was empty except for a wide fireplace. "We're going to 'Ron's flat'," Hermione said, grabbing a pouch of Floo powder. Pierre nodded as he watched Hermione depart first. He waited a minute before following.
When Pierre emerged from the spinning fireplace he found himself in a clean room. Hermione wasn't by the fireplace, but he could hear her loud shouts of, "Ron! Are you here?" When she returned to the room alone Pierre knew she had been unsuccessful in her search.
"He must be at work." Hermione declared in disappointment.
"Well, you go on ahead and apparate to him, I can just stay here. I'm really rather tired, I wouldn't mind a rest," Pierre said, seeing Hermione was desperate to see her fiancé.
Hermione smiled in joy as she went to a closet and grabbed a pillow and blanket. "Here you go then, make your self comfortable, I won't be very long." Hermione said.
"Go on then, he's waiting for you," Pierre said with a grin. Hermione squealed in excitement and with a 'pop' was gone.
Pierre stared into the emptiness in front of him that Hermione had occupied moments ago. He felt his heart plunge at being so far from her and quickly moved to the couch. He laid down and feel asleep with thoughts of Hermione floating through his head.
A/N: Well I thought this was a perfectly fitting place to end this chapter. Please review and tell me what you think! I'm trying to make this good, but let me tell you it's been tough. Enjoy and thank you for all your reviews! You guys keep me going.