Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is a god among men
Rating: R
(A/N): ok so I hope that next chapter will be long and will fill in a lot of your answers…feel free to ask me them also
Chapter 7
Room 314 of the Hog's Head was on the top floor in the far back corner. The room was never used. It was small and held a broken bed and lopsided dresser. The room was stuffy and had a thick layer of dust coating ever inch of furniture and floor. The room was silent. No sounds from the rowdy pub below pierced it's walls. Each window was fogged over and only a small strip of moon light cut the glass panes and filled the room with a silver sliver of light. And at present, the room was occupied.
Draco held Hermione's fragile body tightly to him as he walked over to a small fire place on the west wall of the room. Her body lay still in his arms. The only sign she gave telling him she was still conscious was the light pressure he felt on his shoulder, as she pressed her head against him.
He knelt down beside the fireside and with only a flick of his wand large flames filled the hearth. He reached down and scooped up a hand full of floo powder from a small pot beside the fireplace. He threw the powder into the flames which turned emerald green. Draco then took the time to look down at the girl he held in his arms.
Hermione's body had begun to tremble slightly, and her breathing was becoming even more labored then before. Draco lifted his hand up to her face and pushed a stray curl out of her eyes. He knelt his head down and softly whispered into her ear, " Your safe…relax,"
But in doing so Draco's hood fell to his shoulders and revealed his face. Hermione's eyes widened fear. She tried pushing against his chest but it was useless. Draco had a strong almost protective hold on her body and Hermione was to weak to even keep her eyes open much longer.
Her small hands were still pushing lightly on his upper body. He knew that the small effort that she was exerting to fight him was slowly draining her of the little strength that she still had. "Please Granger… for once… don't fight me," Draco's voice was calm and collected. It had no malice or superiority laced in it. His words were spoken with comforting strength and…care. Nothing that one would normally associate with Draco Malfoy.
He knelt closer to her, "Please just stop fighting me." It was a gentle command that was spoken with urgency and need. Draco felt her body relax and allow him to hold her more securely.
He turned to the fire and slowly stepped into the flames holding Hermione even tighter, and spoke clearly, "Head Boy's room, Hogwarts."
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(A/N): I know it is really really short and I apologize but I thought that I would give you what I had and not make you wait longer…but next chapter I hope will answer your questions….and I thought that the cliff hanger was needed PLEASE REVIEW AND THANKS YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PREVIOUS ONES…YOU ALL ARE THE DIMOND IN THE ROUGH (that was weird I know…just let it go)
