New World Order

A Dramione FanFiction

Chapter Nine

The room swirled and Hermione found that Draco had taken them directly to his room. He placed her gently on the bed. She looked up at him, her big brown eyes barely able to distinguish him through the tears. She couldn't make out his face. He stepped away from her and aimed his wand at the fireplace.

"Incendio." Draco muttered sending bluebell flames into the fire grate.

"What's my punishment?" Hermione asked between small sobs, wiping the tears away. Draco didn't answer. Instead he left the room. Hermione let out a whimper. She must be in real big trouble. This brought on another wave of tears.

Draco came back in carrying something in his hands. He placed it on the end of the bed and moved around to the side of the bed to pull back the covers. He picked Hermione up and placed her back down under the sheets and began to unbutton her shirt.

"So this is what you're going to do with me?" She cried, "You're going to fuck me?"

"I'm not going to fuck you." Draco said quietly pulling off the black pants she had stolen.

"Then what are you doing?" She asked timidly.

"I'm putting some pyjamas on you." He replied, holding up a pair of flannelette pyjamas she'd never seen before and widening his eyes into a comical face.

"Aren't you going to punish me?" Hermione asked her face full of fear and sadness at the same time.

"I'm not going to punish you." Draco said quietly. He finished buttoning up her top and pulled the blankets over her.

"Why not?"

"I think seeing Ron die tonight was probably punishment enough."

He gave her a smile that didn't reach all the way to his eyes and left her alone in his big four poster bed.

Hermione was walking through the woods. She could hear screams all around her. She looked behind. Above the trees she could see a castle in ruins, completely engulfed in fire. She began to walk faster, eventually breaking into a jog. Before she knew it she was sprinting as fast as her legs would carry her. She ran faster and faster. Trees whipping past her. The screams where getting louder and louder. Hermione covered her ears.

Suddenly she ran into the middle of a clearing. There was Voldemort surrounded by his Death Eaters. They were all laughing as Voldemort used the Cruciatus Curse on a body that lay on the clearing floor. Hermione hid behind a tree as the body twisted and contorted. The persons face turned in her direction mid spasm.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered. He let out an earth shattering cry as Voldemort manipulated his wand.

"No!" Hermione screamed as she came crashing out from where she was hiding. "NO!"

She ran to Harry's side, his body now shaking with pain.

"Stop it!" She cried. "Stop it!"

Voldemort smiled at her.

"You're an attractive girl. You could do well with us."

"I don't want to "do well" with you!"

"Are you sure about that?" He asked. Hermione ignored him, instead focusing her attention on Harry. Her hands caressed his face.

"Harry." She whispered, "Harry, it's me. Please, please listen. You can beat this. You can fight it." Hermione whimpered.

"I am not a man to be ignored!" Voldemort screeched. Hermione turned to him.

"I don't want anything to do with you, you horrid creature!"

Voldemort snarled.

"Very well then. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A green light washed over Hermione, blinding her. When her vision was restored it was just her alone, with the body.

"Oh, oh Harry!" She cried as she attempted to pick up his body. His head lolled to face her.

"Ron?"

Hermione woke with a start. She was shaking and her body was covered in sweat. She was back in Draco's room, his arms wrapped around her. Draco woke and attempted to sit up.

"Are you ok?" He asked sleepily. Hermione couldn't answer for the tears.

"Hey it's ok." Draco soothed, holding her body to his. "Everything's going to be ok."

Hermione would spend all day in bed; Draco would come home, change her pyjamas and lay with her. Every day Hermione would hope and pray that she would have the strength to get out of bed, but she never did. It seemed like weeks and weeks this was what happened everyday. Draco would try to feed her, but she had no appetite. The same dreamed haunted her every night. Every piece of hope that had been keeping her going was now gone.

One morning she woke and things felt different. Not hugely different, she still felt sad, but it wasn't as overwhelming anymore. She could smell food being cooked downstairs. Her stomach grumbled. Gingerly she pulled back the bed clothes and attempted to stand. Her legs wobbled a little as she put on the slippers Draco left beside the bed for her. She shuffled down the stairs, taking extra care not to fall. She walked down to the kitchen and entered, surprised by what she saw.

Hermione had expected to see Alaimo the house elf cooking, instead there was Draco, cooking up a huge spread. There were pancakes, cooked tomatoes, fried mushrooms, hashbrowns, fruit salad & in the pan on the cook top sizzled six juicy sausages. Draco absolutely beamed when he saw her standing there.

"I knew today would have to be the day!" He smiled.

"What?"

"The day that you got up."

"Oh."

Hermione attempted to sit on a stool at the breakfast bar, Draco raced around to help her.

"So, you just knew? That's why you cooked all this?" Hermione asked as Draco turned the sausages.

"Oh, uh, no. I've been doing this everyday." Hermione raised her eye brows.

"Everyday?" She asked. Draco glanced down at his feet.

"I kinda hoped the smell might entice you down."

"You did all this for me?"

Draco nodded, his gaze meeting hers. Hermione was taken aback. Not just by the gesture, but by the love that she felt from him. The look he was giving her wasn't full of the usual hatred or malice. It was genuine love. Hermione could feel herself blushing and looked down. Draco coughed loudly.

"So, uh, anyway… What do you feel like eating?"

"Everything." Hermione laughed.

Hermione felt like if she ate one more bite she would explode.

"Are you sure you don't want anymore?" Draco asked his face full of concern.

"Positive. Full to the brim" Hermione smiled patting her belly.

"Good." Draco replied, returning the smile. He came around to the other side of the breakfast bar.

"I've got to go to work, but I'll be home early."

"Do we have to go to the Gentlemen's club?" Hermione asked, her face darkening.

"Uh, no. It's kind of disbanded."

"Oh." Hermione wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not.

"I'll see you later." Draco said, kissing her forehead. He was just about out the door when Hermione called out.

"Draco!"

"Yes?" He asked popping his head round the door frame.

"Where did you get the pyjamas?"

"Oh. Um. They were my mothers." He smiled apologetically and left.