A/N THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT! I'm really sorry about this, I really wanted this to be a realistic-like story and show some ideas of what might actually happen, but I tihnk that I'll cave in just a bit, so sorry to all of you who respected this because it wasn't some prophesy story, not that I don't LOVE those.
Chapter Nine: The Cabin
So I ditched my wand. I left it somewhere I knew it wouldn't be found, but where it would be safe from damage," Draco explained slowly. He was retelling his story to Potter, Weasley and Hermione, reliving every little detail as though it was happening now.
Draco was sitting on the bed beside Hermione who was fighting with every ounce of strength she had not to just hold him in her arms until she had scared all of his demons away.
Harry was sitting on the other bed, his arms resting on each of his legs, his eyes fixated on Malfoy. Ron was sitting at the chair at the desk, leaning back in an almost slouching position.
"Where did you hide it?" Ron asked.
"In some abandoned cabin where I spent my first night. It's a few miles away from my home. It was far enough that I knew no one would go there, let alone think that I would end up in the area. The cabin was broken down, covered in a thick later of dust. It was in a place near a town called Little Hangleton-"
"Little Hangleton?" Harry could not believe the coincidence. "That's where the Riddle House is."
"Riddle? As in Tom Riddle?" Ron nearly fell out of his chair.
"Who?" Draco asked.
"Voldemort's father," explained Hermione quietly.
Everyone sat in silence.
"The meeting was at your house?" Harry questioned.
"Yes. We have a room in the basement, like a large chamber."
"Okay, now I know we've already done this, but can you tell us every-single-unimportant detail."
"Harry, just understood, you now have something in common in common with each other!" Hermione sounded excited. She looked from Harry to Draco. "Draco, you said that when your mother died, well, after, and then Voldemort tried to kill you, there was a blinding light, which was how you escaped, right?"
"Yes."
"WELL DON"T YOU SEE? Guys! Come on! What do you want to bet that Voldemort had a nearby horcux in case something like this happened or something? Draco's mom gave up her life to save his!" Hermione put her hand to Draco's chest and calmed herself down. "Draco, where did he aim his wand?"
Draco placed his hand on her's and pressed it over his heart. Forgetting about Harry and Ron, the two looked into each other's eyes. She could feel his heart beating in her hand. The warmth from his hand was enough to warm up her entire body, yet still send chills down her spine.
Harry, realizing that there was something going on, cleared his throat, snapping Hermione and Draco back into reality.
"Oh, um, yeah, so, Draco, erm, Malfoy, m-may I?" Hermione asked, reaching for the top of his shirt.
Draco nodded, his eyes not leaving her.
Hermione gently pulled down the neck of his shirt, stopping a a spot a bit below his collarbone, Right there, clear as the scar on Harry's head, was Draco's own scar in the shape of what looked like fire shooting from the bone.
"So Harry, seems like your scar isn't so one-of-a-kind anymore." Hermione said quietly.
"What does that mean?" Ron asked.
"Well, remember first year when Quirril couldn't touch Harry?" Hermione tried to explain.
"So-so-"
"So right when he's finally able to touch me..." Harry trailed off after interrupting Ron.
Hermione replied with a small nod.
"So after next week when we go to the wedding, shit, the wedding!"
"Hermione, did you just curse?" Draco let out a small chuckle.
"Hermione?" Harry questioned. What in the world was going on?
"What are we going to do with him when we have to go to the wedding?" Hermione wondered, ignoring both comments.
"Well we can't take him with us!" Ron exclaimed. He practically fell out of his chair.
"We have no other choice Ron. Where else are we going to keep him?" Hermione didn't want to be the one to say it, but someone had to. "Hogwarts isn't exactly open, I'm positive of what the Dursleys will say about it, and, and-"
"I'll think about it." Ron said, knowing where Hermione was leading, and not wanting to upset Harry even further.
"What's going on? What wedding?" Draco asked.
"Nothing, none of your concern."
"Ron, calm down. We don't know anything yet." Hermione said. "Guys, it's almost lunchtime. Why don't I go down and get something for us? I can conjure something up for your family, Harry."
"No, Hermione." Ron said, standing up. "We'll go down. You did all the chores this morning."
Hermione nodded as she watched Harry and Ron leave the room silently.
Hermione and Draco sat in silence for a few minutes, making sure that they were the only people on the floor.
"I know that I said this before, but I'm-"
"Stop it. JUST STOP IT!" Hermione's face was hidden by her hair, but the bits that Draco could see were red.
"Her-"
"Please Draco. I know what happened before and I don't want to have to explain anything the Harry or Ron that might make them believe that something may have happened between us."
"But something did." He tried to reach out to cup her face in his hand.
"No,"
"And I think that I-"
"I swear that if you finish that sentence the same way Ignatius did-"
"Fell in love with you."
SMACK
Hermione slapped Draco's face and jumped up. He stood up to look her into the eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, but she quickly made her way to the other side of the room.
"No. No, don't come near me!" She couldn't face him. She had fallen for him, but how could she know if it was love if she...how could she even know period? She was seventeen years old! (A/N P.S. Hermione's birthday id in September, yet she is older than Harry. Does that mean that September is the cutoff month for the grades? Am I the only person who's confused?) How could a seventeen-year-old know what love even was?
"Hermione, please, just listen to me." He strode across the room and grabbed her hands, cupping them together and bringing them to his chest, before she could move away from him. "I could have gone to McGonagall or Hogwarts. I could have gone to the Ministry. I could have gone anywhere but here, which I did."
Hermion's head shot up. He went somewhere before here? Why didn't her tell them?
"I went to your house. And before that I went to the stick in the mud Weasley calls home. I thought you would be there. You were the one I wanted to be with."
"So you could lead the Death Eaters to a mudblood like myself. Along with a Blood Traitor and The Boy Who Lived, not to mention a family of muggles, it would be like Christmas in July." Hermioe couldn't believe this!
"Nonono! That's not it! I swear!" No! She had to believe him! He let her hands free and she took a step back.
"Whatever. You're here to give us information and give us information only. Your mother creates come kind of protection on you from Voldemort and you're automatically a good guy?" Hermione threw her arms into the air. " Come o-"
Draco pressed his lips against hers'. He pressed his body against her's, pushing it into the wall gently. The kiss was passionate, yet so intense she forgot about the past five minutes, six years, and most importantly, herself. She opened her mouth slightly, but he did not take advantage of it and let his yearning tongue into her mouth. Hermione's hands slowly snaked up his chest and around his neck. For all they knew, they were the only people in the world.
"WHY THE HELL IS THERE A RUDDY OWL IN MY HOUSE?"
