For Me?
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A/N: Hey guys, managed to update quite soon, dont ya think:P lol, R&R
"Good Morning Hermione," Molly greeted curtly, pushing in past the two stupefied Heads so that she was in the middle of the shared commons. She glanced around, as if expecting to find things all packed up, before glancing back to the two heads. "You better hurry up if we want to leave soon. Do you have your stuff ready? We need to leave—the sooner the better."
Molly stared disapprovingly at Hermione, taking in her disheveled appearance and then slowly at the Slytherin standing next to her. She had raised too many kids—boys in particular—not to know what was going on, but she looked as if she was having a difficult time getting it through her head. No way would Hermione have done anything like that, and definitely not with Draco Malfoy. Even if she hadn't borne witness to the various tiffs between the two, she knew there were no plausible grounds for a relationship.
Hermione merely smiled at the bafflement on Molly's face and glanced over to Draco who was smirking devilishly. It was funny to see Molly looking so perplexed for once, since most of the time she was in total control. Or, at least she thought she was.
But thankfully for the moment, Molly didn't seem to be accepting the truth, and therefore received the pithy excuse Hermione offered, allowing the girl to go gather her stuff in silence.
Hermione raced to her room, silently berating herself for not packing earlier and set about throwing things into her open trunk. She didn't want to leave anything that she might need later, but then again, she didn't want to pack everything up only to return in a week or so. Since Hermione had no clue how long the evacuation would continue, she was at a loss for how much or how little to pack.
After a moment, Hermione felt Draco come in behind her and spun around.
"Want any help?" He asked, sniggering to himself about the distress on Hermione's face. Her first thought was to instantly say no, but the reality of the situation hit hard.
"Yes," she sighed, throwing her school books in her trunk.
Draco simply waved his wand, and like a magnet, everything Hermione needed flew into her trunk. Slightly embarrassed for not having thought about it herself, Hermione mumbled a quick thank you. With the task complete, Draco turned to Hermione, stepping so close to her that she could feel his breath tickling her neck.
"I hope I'll see you soon," he murmured, sliding his hand up to rest on her jawbone.
"So do I," Hermione whispered back, kissing him quickly on the lips before walking out the door. She didn't want Molly to get any more suspicious than she already was, but even as she left, Draco couldn't help but notice a small tear running down her cheek and feel relieved at the fact that they wouldn't see eachother until after the war. Because if Hermione did see him during the war, she would finally know the truth.
She would know he was a Death Eater.
Against everything she was fighting to survive for. He could already see the disappointment in her face….
And with that depressing though in his mind, Draco walked back into the common room, and stared outside, his warm breath steaming up the cold window. He could already see Molly and Hermione running towards a few other people waiting for them outside the gates, her trunk zooming behind them.
Draco sat down in the recently-deserted commons, and picked up a rather huge book Hermione was in the process of reading. War and Peace, by Leo Tolstoy. Well I suppose this will last me the week, he thought to himself, as he spread over the couch. He opened the book, and began to read. But with every page, he could only think of one thing.
Hermione.
"Hermione Dear, hurry up! We have so much to do, and so little time!" A more-than-tired Molly Weasley chided, dragging Hermione along by the arm. Hermione was having trouble keeping up with Molly's huge steps to get outside the grounds.
But when she saw who was waiting for her, she ran passed Mrs. Weasley with speed she never knew she could manage, and threw herself into their arms. Ron, Harry and Ginny along with some of the other members of the Order were there.
"What—what are you guys doing here?' Hermione asked wildly, slightly out of breath from her sprint, "I thought you were supposed to be training!"
"We are! But we asked to be let off this afternoon, to see you!" Ginny explained brightly, pulling her friend into a bone-crunching hug. Hermione mewed adoringly and pulled the three of them into another tight hug.
"Plus, we figured we needed to rescue you from a whole week alone with Malfoy—who knows what terrible things you would have done to eachother without any supervision!" Ron joked, elbowing Hermione slightly in the ribs. She tried to smile, but found the whole comment increasingly uncomfortable, and hastened to change the subject.
"Well thank you all, but what am I supposed to do for the next five days?"
"Well," Mrs. Weasley cut in briskly, "I'm afraid you're going to have to stay with me. Everybody helping us fight the war is coming to Grimmauld Place, so we need to cook, clean and do all the household things, so that we're all healthy before," Molly paused, staring at her two children and Harry before continuing on, "Before we fight."
Hermione sighed, she would much rather be training with Harry, Ron and Ginny, than be cooking for upwards of fifty people.
"I'm sorry to cut this short you guys," Lupin said, walking up from across the grounds, "but this isn't really the safest place to be having a chit-chat, we need to go to Headquarters."
So on that note, the six friends walked over to a strategically placed Portkey and were on their way to Grimmauld place.
Hermione looked around. It was completely busy, and with a rush of reassurance, she thought about how many people were prepared to fight for what was right.
Harry, Ron and Ginny pushed her forward to the upper floors. Climbing all the way to the top, they walked into what Hermione thought was probably the only empty room in the house.
"I'm so happy to see you again!" Hermione said for the umpteenth time that day. Harry, Ron and Ginny smiled at their friend, although their smiles turned bittersweet when Ron recalled a small fact that had been lingering in their minds for a while.
"Well, it's only for an hour or so, then we have to leave again," Ron pointed out.
Hermione tried not to act disappointed, and pointed out, that at least they were seeing each other now, rather then not at all. And with that, they decided to make the most of the time they had.
"So, what you three been up to?" She asked, and all of them launched into the specifics of training, headquarters, and the upcoming battle.
"Things are so hectic—,"
"We've already done so much—,"
"Dumbledore's Army was such a help—,"
"—now we really are an army—,"
The three began, competing to talk over eachother to tell Hermione about their experience so far. And for a moment, with the four of them talking and laughing, and Harry with his arm around Ginny and Ron pretending not to notice, it was just like old times. Hermione smiled; glad they were all back together, even if it was only for an hour.
As soon as her three friends left, Hermione didn't have any time to be upset because Molly called her into the kitchen.
"Hermione, be a dear, and cut these potatoes for me," Molly instructed, placing a potato and a knife into Hermione's idle hands. Then, leaning in and lowering her voice, she whispered, "And keep and eye on Tonks—you know how clumsy she can be in the kitchen."
"Of course," Hermione agreed, turning to face a newly-emerging, pink-haired Tonks.
"Hermione!" She greeted brightly, "how've you been?'
"I've been alright, you?" Hermione returned with equal enthusiasm. There was something about Tonks that made it impossible to be miserable.
"Oh, I'm fine. You know. I heard you got Head Girl! Congratulations!" She smirked, looking up at Hermione.
"Yeah, thanks," Hermione grinned in embarrassment. Tonks however didn't seem to notice.
"You know, when I was your age, I was desperate to be Head Girl, because the Head Boy was Thomas Pearl, the cutest guy in our year, and you know what they say the Head Girl and Boy get up to!" She teased, dropping a plate on the ground. She glanced up to see if Molly had noticed and, finding that she hadn't, quickly brushed the pieces under the table.
Hermione laughed, slightly unnerved by Tonks' earlier comment. She wondered whether or not she should tell Tonks about Malfoy, but before she could reply, Tonks went on.
"But from the looks of you, you don't really need to be Head Girl to get a guy," she noted, glancing Hermione up and down. Hermione blushed, having completely forgotten about her transformation. It felt like years ago. She blushed slightly.
"Long story," Hermione sighed.
"Save it for later, trust me—it gets pretty boring around here."
"Why aren't you training, or working with Order?" Hermione wondered, trying to change the subject from herself. Now, it was Tonks' turn to blush.
"Well, ever since Remus and I got together he's been really protective about me fighting and stuff. He said he'd rather me be safe for now, and fight later, than risk getting hurt before it all happens." Hermione smiled. She knew Tonks was crazy for Lupin; she'd do anything for him.
"That's so romantic," Hermione noted thoughtfully. Tonks laughed.
"Yeah—but its ultra annoying." The two fell into a short silence before Hermione looked down at the unpeeled pile of potatoes before her.
"I guess we better get started on these before Molly has our heads," Hermione laughed, slightly distracted. All she could think about was how romantic Lupin was, and about Draco.
Would he do the same to her?
Every time an owl flew in, or the door bell rang, Hermione hoped it was Draco, and every time she was disappointed. As if on cue, the doorbell rang once more and instantly Hermione's heart when into overdrive. Silently she kept hoping it was him—praying that he had come.
"Hermione! Someone's here to see you!" Hermione's heart sped up faster than she ever imagined it could. She looked up.
For me?
Was it…? Could it be—? She didn't dare get her hopes up. Instead, she dropped the forgotten potato and ran to the living room to see who had come for her. When she arrived in the hallway she froze. Her heart stopped.
Oh my god.