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Ron and Harry stood there in front of Hermione and Draco debating what to do for at least two minutes before Draco started to move around. The two ducked behind the closest desk to them.
"Oh man, Hermione is gonna freak when she wakes up," Ron whispered, trying to suppress his laughter. He and Harry waited patiently behind the desk for the upcoming onslaught. Back on the couch Hermione was finally awake, looking around trying to place her surroundings.
"Oh Merlin," she groaned, "Did we sleep out here all night?"
"Looks like," and equally groggy Draco answered as he stretched. It was about this time Ron's mouth fell open. "It was pretty comfortable actually." Harry's mouth soon followed.
"Yeah, well your big head cut the circulation off to my legs. Their both asleep, I can't get up." Hermione started to massage her legs in hopes of reviving them. She was cut off by Draco picking her up bridal style.
"Let me help you then," he smirked as he carried her to her room. Harry had to act quickly to prevent Ron from blowing their cover. As Hermione laughed in Draco's arms, Ron went to go tackle him, but was pulled back by his robes by Harry. They sat there and waited until they heard two doors shut and the shower turn on.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron loudly whispered.
"Keep it down you dolt, it's probably nothing, just an accident."
"It didn't sound like an accident!" Ron was practically livid, but had a good point. Harry couldn't deny the fact that this morning sounded a little too comfortable. The Hermione he knew would have never let a guy lay on her like that, but then again, the Hermione he knew had not been around too often. He looked over to Ron, who was at the moment sending death glares at Draco's door, and decided what to do.
"Ok Ron, let's just forget we ever saw this morning," Ron tried to interrupt, but Harry continued, "Let's go out and come back in, and act like none of this ever happened." Ron gave him a skeptical look but obeyed none the less. So the two opened and shut the door, giving off the effect that this was their first entry, and called for Hermione. That was not, however, who answered. Draco emerged from his room in only a pair of pants.
"You'll have to wait a minute she's in the show-" he stopped when he saw who it was. "Oh, um, she's in the shower, wait just a sec an I'll get her." He disappeared inside the bathroom before Harry or Ron fully understood what he said.
"Did he just go into the same bathroom Hermione is taking a shower in?" asked a slack-jawed Harry. Ron seemed to be too shocked to answer, instead they watched as Draco stepped out of the bathroom, and looked over at them.
"She'll be out in a minute she says, just sit on the couch or something." He offered an unreturned smile as he turned in the opposite direction and disappeared into Hermione's room. Harry looked about to pass out, 'what is he doing in her room?' His question was answered a moment later when Draco came out carrying some clothing.
"Sorry, Hermione forgot her bra and top," he replied to their unasked question. It wasn't a rude or sneering comment, but it almost sent the two boys over the edge. Draco vanished into the bathroom yet again, only to reemerge a second later and go back to his room.
Ron started pacing the room muttering darkly under his breath. Harry continued to try and understand the things he had seen this morning, nothing seemed real. Hermione would be scarier than lord Voldemort himself if he or Ron had entered her room, or invaded her bathroom. How then had their once sworn enemy managed to do not only that, but spend a night with her on the couch? He postponed his thoughts for another time once Hermione walked out of the bathroom.
"He guys you wanted to see me?" she asked smiling.
"Yeah we want to see you," Ron spat out at her. Harry sent him a warning glare, while Hermione looked appalled.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she glanced over at Harry, "If you're here to yell at me some more, I think I've had my share." Harry quickly stepped in to fix Ron's mistake.
"NO! No we're not here to yell. We need to talk," his glance at Draco's door went unnoticed, "in private." Hermione relaxed at his seriousness and the trio left for Hogsmeade.
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"Ok boys, what's up?" The three had just sat down at the three broomsticks. Harry took one last look around to make sure someone wasn't eavesdropping and looked at Hermione with a serious face.
"The order has been picking up hints and clues for the past few weeks now, and we're almost definite that Voldemort will be launching his first attack soon. Which means-"
"Which means," Ron cut him off, "that you need to be watching your back. Especially around ferret face."
"His name is Draco, and we've already been through this. He's not in league with Voldemort. Thank you for the warning but I should be going now." She made to stand up but Ron grabbed her hand and called out sorry. Hermione turned around to look at him with a surprised expression on her face. Ron gave her a childish smile and tried again.
"What I mean is, would you like to spend the day with us. It's just, we never get to see you any more an all. Maybe we could just hang out like we used to do?" both Harry and Ron waited with anxious eyes for her answer.
"Of course you two, I'd love to hang out. I miss you guys too when you're not yelling, or accusing me of things."
"Great," Ron smile was huge, "George and Fred have their new joke shop open, I haven't been yet, I've been dying to go though." Harry and Hermione started laughing at their overly excited friend. Things were good, like they were before this whole mess with Voldemort consumed their lives.
"Well what are we waiting for?" Harry laughed and the trio left the pub together.
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The rest of the winter and Christmas passed by quickly. For the most part everyone had tried to put thoughts of Voldemort behind them. His inevitable attack at least missed the holidays but it wasn't long after, that the shit hit the fan. It was February before any real action took place, and when they hit, they hit hard.
When Hermione and Draco came down to breakfast one morning mid-February, the hall was buzzing with the news from the latest daily prophet. Terrified faces and crying students, along with a table of distraught teachers welcomed them as they entered the hall. It was only a few minutes after they sat down they realized why. Ron and Harry were immediately next to Hermione forcing a copy of the daily prophet under her nose. The picture of the smoldering ruins of a familiar building, and the headline MINISTRY OF MAGIC ATTACKED BY DEATH EATERS got her attention rather quickly. She started to read the article when she was interrupted by Dumbledore clearing his throat at the podium.
"As we can all see a terrible thing has happened. It is apparent that Voldemort is back in power and is now using that strength to begin his tyranny. I know that many of you have members of your family that work at the ministry and so if need be a leave of absence will be granted to any student who wishes to return home for a period of time. In light of such a horrific event all classes have been cancelled for today. You may now return to your breakfast. Oh, and will the head girl and boy please meet me in my office immediately after your meal." He made direct contact with the two before heaving a haggard sigh and vacating the room.
Draco and Hermione exchanged a glace that expressed worry and confusion at the same time. But, however terrified they may have been about the upcoming meeting they dutifully headed to the headmasters office after they had eaten their fill. This, under the circumstances, wasn't much.
"Ah, yes come in you two I'm afraid I have some news." It was always a bad sign when Dumbledore looked exhausted. The two students took their seats and tried to prepare themselves.
"Unfortunately the news mostly involves you mister Malfoy, but seeing as you and Miss Granger are so close I assumed her presence would be acceptable?"
"Of course professor, Hermione stays." The headmaster nodded and began his story.
"By now I'm sure you're aware that Voldemort is at full power. That was a bold move to attack the ministry, bold and costly. Both sides suffered their share off losses." At that moment something clicked in Hermione's head.
"Oh my goodness, please tell me Mr. Weasley's ok, and the rest of the order."
"Yes Hermione, Arthur is just fine as is the rest of his family. While some order members sustained injury, the majority of the casualties were the unsuspecting workers in the offices. They were neither prepared nor capable of defending themselves." Hermione sighed in relief, becoming serious once Dumbledore began again.
"The reason I've called you to my office is much more serious. One of the file rooms containing the details of private trials was broken into. Several files containing the information of those who testified against or accused any death eaters were stolen. To be more specific yours mister Malfoy. I'm so sorry, but it appears our efforts have failed. Your confession is now in the hands of lord Voldemort, whom I am sure will waste no time in taking out his revenge on those that dared to defy him."
Silent tears trailed down Hermione's face, but Draco's face never lost its stony look. The only way Hermione could tell he was still here was the death grip he had on her hand.
"There is nothing to do now but wait. As much as I hate to admit it I have failed you mister Malfoy. You two may leave now, and please do watch out for yourselves." The two shell shocked teens left the old man alone in his room. No one saw the first tear he had shed in more than 60 years.
There are maybe four more chapters to this story, and I was wondering if anyone will be interested in a sequel. It's a while away, but think on it and give me some feedback. Thanks for reading, please review!