In Transit for You
Chapter 3: Come Together
Hermione helped Malfoy over to the fireplace.
"I thought the flu network was being watched," Malfoy said.
"Mine has a special connection, so does Harry's," she explained taking a jar of flu powder from the mantle.
"It helps to be a goody two-shoes after all," Malfoy said weakly. He gave her his infamous smirk and she returned with a small smile of her own. She then threw a handful of powder into the fire and watched the flames turn emerald green. "Hang on to me," she told Malfoy stepping into the flames. He put his hands on her waist for support. He flinched slightly when her hips hit his gash. "Sorry."
"It's okay," he responded gritting his teeth. She gave him one last look before shouting out Harry's location.
"134 Black (A/N this is referring to Sirius) Avenue!" Malfoy immediately felt sick and held Hermione closer. She felt her face turning red. She couldn't believe Draco Malfoy was making her blush. How could this be? she thought to herself
A few moments later, they stumbled into Harry's living room. Hermione saw him talking to Tonks.
"Hermione, what are you…" Harry started, but then he saw Malfoy and stopped. "What in the name of FUCKING MERLIN!" he screamed lunging for Malfoy's neck.
"Harry no!" Hermione yelled trying to stop him, but he shoved her aside.
"Clam the fuck down!" Tonks shouted at Harry crossing the room and shoving him into a chair. Harry, breathing hard, looked at Malfoy with a look that could stab him in the heart if looks could kill.
"Let me talk Potter," Malfoy said trying his best to not sound like he felt towards Harry.
"I'm on the run from the death eaters. Dumbledore's last words have stuck with me even two years after his death. I am sorry for even trying to kill him. But I didn't because I was going to join you, but Snape dragged me off the fucking school grounds before I could join you guys."
"What makes you think we would want you?" Harry asked coldly.
"I have been in Voldemort's most private chambers. I know what he is planning better than anyone else. I know how he thinks and what he is capable of," Malfoy said feeling himself going light headed from the loss of blood.
"Harry, please help him. Draco had been injured," Hermione pleaded.
"Now you're on first name terms with him? How cute," Harry told her harshly.
"Do it for me, not him," Hermione said. He looked into her almond eyes and she loom right back into his green eyes. He finally sighed and gestured for Malfoy to come over to him. Malfoy lay down on the floor face up so that Harry could heal him. After he was finished, Harry turned to Tonks. "You gonna arrest his ass or what?" Harry asked.
Tonks nodded slightly walking over to Malfoy.
"Wait!" Hermione exclaimed. "Make a deal with him. What if he helps us out?"
"Rules are rules," Tonks replied sadly.
"Screw the god damned rules!" Hermione snapped. Everyone looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. They had never her snap like that. "Draco is a good person, and if don't give him a chance, then we are nowhere closer to killing Voldemort than we were five years ago." Tonks looked at Harry.
"It's your call," she told him.
"Malfoy, are you prepared to take a bullet for people you don't know? Are you ready to give us all the information you know even though it will kill you? Are you ready to fight for people you don't deserve to be in the same room as?" Harry asked. Everyone looked at Malfoy.
"Yes," he simply responded, "I'm ready."