Chapter XVI: Knox
Draco sat on the sofa in the tent with Hermione tucked under his arm, the bright white light of Draco's lumos illuminating the one side of her face. Her head rested on his chest and kept sliding down a few inches with slumber before she jerked herself awake again.
"You should get some sleep."
"I can't. Harry-"
"-is a grown man. He's more than capable of looking after himself should anything happen to him." Draco reassured, his fingers lazily toying with a stray curl of her dark hair. "If he wasn't, the whole Wizarding World wouldn't have so much faith in him defeating...him."
"I know but he can be a bit..." Hermione struggled for the right word. "Eccentric if something was to happen. He's with Ginny and if anything happened to her, he'd go off on a rampage without thinking through the consequences."
"Potter is stupid at times then, basically." Draco smirked when Hermione threw him an upside down glare.
"Don't insult him, he just hasn't got much common sense at the best of times and even he knows that." Hermione sighed wistfully and laced her fingers with Draco's.
"I appreciate the reassurance, though." She smiled upside down at him and nestled her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the clean masculine scent of his skin. "Would you like to read? I have some books in my bag."
Without answering, Draco pulled her body up closer so their faces were level with each other's. Hermione flushed under his heated stare and he leaned in, as if to kiss her, but he travelled down below her lips to place tender kisses on her neck.
Hermione instantly froze with tension and excitement, unconsciously leaning in to his touch, his hand on the small of her back and the curve of her hip. She twisted around so she was straddling his waist as he continued to slowly kiss at the deliciously tender skin of her neck.
"I take it you don't want to read?" Hermione breathed, her voice hitching whenever Draco found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. Draco grumbled a reply but the words barely made it through the heated haze Hermione found herself lost in.
She laced her fingers through his silky peroxide hair and shifted herself so she was directly on his lap, his pleasure pressed up against her in a way that made her throb with anticipation and desire. Draco couldn't help but chuckle against her skin at the reaction, his cool breath ghosting across the scorched invisible kisses on her neck.
Hermione began to unbutton his shirt, almost forcefully ripping it off his body altogether. She pressed herself against his naked chest and began to kiss at his neck in the same manner he did hers. Draco groaned with approval. She slowly began unbuttoning her shirt at the same time, but an impatient Draco torn it from her back.
"Gods." Draco breathed as he delicately ran his fingertips over her black laced breasts and Hermione found it even harder to concentrate. Draco wandlessly vanished their clothes, leaving them both completely naked. Hermione flushed, embarrassed, trying to cover herself up from the exposure.
"You've never done this before, have you?" Draco whispered and Hermione shook her head. "Are you sure about this? I mean we can wait, this is a bit fast-"
"Be gentle." Hermione instructed with permission, as he slowly moved her hands away from herself and placed a kiss on her collarbone. He, with a slight hesitation, lifted her up from under her arms and placed her back down on him gently, and Hermione whimpered from the slight pain.
They sat there for a moment, Hermione breathing heavily with her eyes closed, trying to shift herself comfortably. She moulded her thighs and knees against Draco's body and opened her eyes, her hands either side of his head, stroking at his hair.
"Dim the lights, Draco." Hermione whispered, leaning down to kiss under his earlobe and press her hips more against him. They both missed the glowing of a Galleon on the coffee table as Draco whispered;
"Knox."
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Mrs. Weasley came rushing into the kitchen, a frantic panicked look on her face, ultimately upsetting the peaceful calmness of the occupants at the dinner table.
"They're here."
The kitchen of the Burrow went into a state of uproar and panic – the twins had already grabbed their wands and took off for the front door to confront the Death Eaters that had breached the wards, Ginny had instinctively ran to her mother and Harry had whipped out his wand, standing protectively in front of mother and daughter.
"This is all my fault! How did they find me?" Harry roared.
"It's not dear, it's not-"
"The taboo!" Harry yelled frustrated. "I stupidly thought the word "Horcrux" would only work if I said it, but Ginny said it in the end."
"So this is my fault now?" Ginny fired angrily and Harry shook his head frantically.
"No I didn't mean it was your fault, it was mine. I didn't know." Harry hung his head. "I'm so sorry."
"Harry honey, we know. You need to get out of here." Mrs. Weasley tried to give Harry a poke of encouragement but he whipped around angrily.
"I'm not leaving you!" Harry shouted at Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, whom ran at Harry and embraced him.
"You have to. We'll get out of here. The Death Eaters must have breached the wards, perhaps we can disapparate?" Ginny looked eager but when she grabbed hold of her mother's wrist and Harry's they ended up sprawled on the floor. Ginny looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"They've severed all means of escape. The ties to apparation have been cut and the Floo network has been closed." Mrs. Weasley sobbed.
Harry pulled at his hair in frustration. He'd give all the money in the world for Hermione and Draco to be here right now to help him. Money. Harry remembered the little gold Galleon in his back pocket. He took it out and tapped it with his wand three times, praying that Hermione had noticed her Galleon glow with warning.
"What's that?" Ginny asked as Harry placed it back in his pocket, but before he could answer they were interrupted.
"Potter!" Someone snarled from the doorway and Harry had to push his girlfriend and her mother onto the floor again painfully to avoid the cutting hex.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry cried, the Death Eater's wand flew into his hand the same time he fired a "Sectumsempra!" from both his wand and the Death Eater's. He was dead immediately. Harry snapped his wand.
"There's more! At least a few dozen." Fred cried as he came thundering into the kitchen, panting heavily with a bloody arm.
"Oh my boy! What happened?" Mrs. Weasley cried as she ran towards him but he shook her off.
"It's nothing. Just a slice to the shoulder. I have to go help dad and George but Harry..." Fred turned to Harry now. "There's too many."
"I'm coming." Harry and Fred raced down to the front door and ripped themselves outside, stumbling slightly on the uneven grass in their haste.
"Ah there he is. I knew you were hiding him." One of the Death Eaters whom they didn't recognise snarled.
Harry fired a Sectumsempra at him but it missed, and Fred ended up Stupefying him successfully. Fred whooped in triumph before he suddenly froze and slammed into the ground. George screamed before he followed suit. One after the other like bowling skittles the Weasley's crashed to the floor. Before Harry could recover from the horror and the shock he too went crashing to the ground, completely immobilised and now wandless. Harry had to inwardly release a breath of relief as he realised they were all body binded.
"Take them to the castle."
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I hope you liked this! My first ever attempt at a love scene so I hope this went well. Completely embarrassed to post it, of course. ;) I had no idea what to name this chapter and also I've gone through the rest of the story and changed any mistakes. Please review, thank you for the ones I've had so far they're so appreciated! :-)