Chapter 6-Don't ever do that to me again.
Draco sat on the floor leaning against the bed he suspect Hermione shared with Weasley, he was near comatose with panic, there was no one here only the long dead portraits of his maternal ancestors. Would they help? He wondered. Perhaps he could get them to contact Snape? But at what risk? Snape might be exposed the Order's headquarters compromised. No, he told himself, he would have to wait and hope to Merlin someone remembered he was here.
He waited, somewhere in the darkness a clock rang 10. Still he waited somehow, on an unconscious level, he was aware that her scent calmed him. He had become uncomfortable, standing to stretch his aching limbs he looked down at the unmade bed; he could see her imprint where she had curled on her side her back to Weasley. He couldn't say why he did it, it was lunacy, if he was caught…but he climbed on to her side of the bed fitting his frame against her shadow, spooning the ghost of her form, breathing in her scent. It soothed him.
There were 3 figures in the kitchen of Shell Cottage so far as Hermione could discern. Fleur and Luna bound back to back on Kitchen chairs and Fenir Greyback, the notoriously savage werewolf.
Hermione held up her a finger to signal one and moved to leave but Ron didn't move.
"We can take down one Hermione come on," Ron said in an excited whisper. No Hermione shock her head frantically to signal a negative but Ron was already moving towards the door. The hot headed fool was going to get himself killed; Hermione thought fleetingly as she scrambled to follow him, this was no ordinary Death Eater.
Glass shattered and Hermione was immediately called to action having no more time to consider if her hot headed boyfriend had a death wish.
Draco was startled out of a fitful sleep by the sound of multiple snaps of apparition. Disorientated for a moment he couldn't recall where he was or why. Finally alert he realised that he could not be sure that whoever had arrived was friendly. Drawing his wand he shot from the bed taking up position in the shadows by the window.
"Ronald Weasley you bleeding idiot," Hermione berated him, "you could have got us both killed, you had no idea who was in that kitchen it could have been Bellatrix or another peerless dualist," she continued hitting Ron repeatedly across the back of the head.
"Well it wasn't and we dealt with him," he attempted dismissively but that only incensed his girlfriend further.
"Only because Greyback is more of a brute than a strategists and I was able to distract him." Hermione ranted on.
"I knew you had my back Hermione," Ron said reaching out towards Hermione but she brushed him off too angry to accept his comfort.
"I'm going to shower and then change," she told Ginny, pointedly ignoring Ron, "I've got sand everywhere."
Hermione headed straight for the shower her irritation made worse by the sand that seemed to have made its way into every orifice.
As Hermione left the room Ginny hit her bother across the back of the head.
"What was that for?" Ron demanded, clueless of any error on his part.
"That," Ginny said hitting him again, "is for upsetting Hermione. That," another blow, "for endangering Fleur and Luna, and that," this time Ron dodged the blow, "for being an idiot." Ginny finished taking her brother in her arms as she sobbed.
Hermione scrubbed away at herself and her anger, it was minutes before her anger started to ease. She was fraught, it had been a difficult day but luckily they had all survived. Arthur and Bill had been surprised by Death Eaters as they had walked the beach some distance from the cottage. It was because Arthur's life was threatened that Bill had revealed the cottage as 'headquarters'. Bill had believed the cottage empty, a recently pregnant Fleur supposedly on a shopping trip. But Fleur had been taken by a sudden bout of sickness and Luna had helped her home both women walking into a trap.
Bill and Arthur had managed to escape using an emergency port key after their captors had thrown them in a cell. Fleur and Luna had not been so lucky. Hermione was certain Greyback had assaulted them and might have done worse had Ron not acted when he did. Perhaps she was being harsh on Ron? She considered, still she couldn't help the feeling that Ron's impetuousness would get him killed one day.
Sighing she left the shower, dried herself and put on a robe before heading to her room.
Draco had waited patiently; he could hear voices but who they belonged to was indiscernible. He heard shouting; he could not be sure who was down there so he waited for an opportune moment to leave the relative safety of Hermione's room. After what he estimated to be 5 minutes there was silences. Draco determined he would wait 5 minutes more and if he heard nothing he would venture to leave. That was when he heard the floorboard creak before the door was pushed forward.
No sooner had she entered the room than Draco raced towards her. In two long strides he covered the space then slammed the door at her back. Small flakes of paint floated towards the floor in the hurricane of turbulence he had created but this was nothing compared to the storm he was about to unleash.
He didn't say a word as he pushed her back against the door. She suddenly felt the heat of him as he pressed himself against her, resting his arms either side of her head clearly intent that she would not escape. If the pressure of his body against hers left her breathless the searing kiss he gave her sucked all the oxygen from her lungs. It was intense and brutal and Hermione felt delirious.
Finally, the need for air forcing him to release the lock he had on her lips, he pulled away.
"Don't ever do that to me again Granger." Pushing himself back he retraced the steps he had taken moments before.
Hermione barely had time to recover before the Ginny came through the door behind her.
Author's note.
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