A/N: Written for the 31 Days of Writing Challenge: October 2, An Argument.
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Summary: Hermione and Thorfinn have an argument.
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Thorfinn Rowle
Rating: G
Warnings: N/A
From the Inside
"No, and that's my final word on this, Hermione," Thorfinn growled at her. Hoping and praying she would accept that. She was so damned stubborn, willful. And while he loved that about her, it was times like this that he hated it about her too.
Hermione scoffed. "You don't get to tell me what to do," she said. Her voice was low and colder than Thorfinn had ever heard it.
"This ring says that I do," he replied, pointing to the brand new wedding band on his finger.
"Not even married six hours and you're already exerting your will over me?" Hermione said. "We took that part out of the vows for a bloody reason! I'm going!" She continued packing her bag and Thorfinn ran a hand through his hair. They'd gotten the owl just as they arrived at their honeymoon suite in Paris. He couldn't believe they were about to spend their wedding night apart.
"Hermione, love, it's too dangerous. It's not brave of you to be putting yourself in danger like this. I married you to protect you, but also because I bloody love you."
"If you loved me, you'd know why I have to go," Hermione replied. "Harry and Ron are in danger. Captured, Thorfinn. I have to help them."
"How? How are you going to bloody help them? You'll get captured or killed yourself. The whole point of this marriage is to be a ruse. You have to work with me here. I can't protect you if it doesn't look like I can't control you. The Dark Lord will know and the jig will be up."
That seemed to get through to her. She stopped for a moment, her hands still inside her luggage and her shoulders slumped. "They wouldn't have been captured at all if it weren't for me. It's my bloody fault."
"You don't get to take the blame for someone else's actions," he replied. He approached her slowly, settling his hands on her shoulders and she leaned back into him. Pressing a kiss down on top of her head, he wrapped his arms around her. "We'll figure a way to get them out from the inside. Just like we'll dismantle the Dark Lord's forces from the inside. That's the point."
"I thought the point of this was because you loved me," she whispered, turning around and burying her face into his chest. He could feel her tears through his shirt.
"That too," he murmured, holding her tight, "that too."
~Fin~