Chapter 15
Malfoy,
What do you need my help for, and why should I give it to you?
Do you know where Hermione is? The order already suspects your family's involvement. If you've laid a finger on her, you'll regret it.
Harry
Hermione was in shock. That's who Draco must have been writing to. He'd asked for his help. Why? What for? They already thought she was here. Why? Maybe Snape had told them.
Seeing Harry's handwriting made her emotional. She hadn't realised how much she'd missed him; she'd been so caught up in everything. Would they try to rescue her? She hoped so. What would happen to her and Draco's relationship? Could it last? It had to, she couldn't bear the thought of a life without him.
Hermione couldn't understand why Draco hadn't told her he'd written to Harry. Why was he hiding it? Was he embarrassed he was asking Harry for help? She knew of their longstanding loathing, but she had a feeling it wasn't to do with that.
She wished Draco would get back here soon. She was worried about him, and she desperately wanted to know what he'd said to Harry. This was one of the rare times in life when Hermione didn't understand something, and she didn't like it at all. She should of kept Hedwig here. Why didn't she? She could've let Harry know she was safe. Harry could've rescued both of them. How stupid was she?
Hermione heard the door handle turn. It was Draco. She checked he wasn't harmed before releasing her temper on to him.
"What on earth is this?!" she asked thrusting Harry's letter at him. He took it from her hastily and quickly scanned over it. His face lost a little of its usual colour.
"Hermione, I can explain," he started. She interrupted him.
"What did you say to him? Why did you go behind my back?" she fumed.
"Hermione, let me speak," he pleaded. She bit her tongue and shut her lips.
"I had to ask for his help, because you're not safe here. I can't protect you, especially not now."
"What do you mean?"
"They want you moved. We're apparently not well equipped enough to deal with an attack. You're a valuable asset to him. You're to be moved to my Aunt Bellatrix's at midnight. I hadn't realised Potter had replied. I pleaded with Severus to notify the order. I just pray that they make it here in time. I'm so sorry." Draco looked like he was going to cry.
"But what happens to you?" asked Hermione.
"I'm ready to deal with the consequences whatever they are. I can't let them hurt you,"
"Oh Draco," she cried, reaching forward to embrace him. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a commotion coming from down the corridor.
"Hermione," called a familiar voice.
"Ron!" Hermione threw Draco's bedroom door open to reveal Ron, Harry, Lupin and Mr Weasley running towards them.
"Oh Hermione, thank God," shouted Harry. They rounded the corner and skidded to a halt in Draco's bedroom.
Lupin slammed the door shut behind and began casting charms to barricade them in.
"Hermione, we need to go. Now. Take my hand," Harry told her.
"Draco," she said holding out her hand.
"Hermione, I can't come with you."
"Leave that arsehole," shouted Ron, "he deserves what he gets."
"Draco, I'm not leaving without you," Hermione choked. Was this the reason he hadn't told her he'd spoken to Harry; because he had no intention of coming with her?
"Hermione you need to go," he whispered.
"No. You said you'd never had the chance to choose good. Here it is. I can't let anything happen to you."
Someone was trying to break through the door.
"Hermione, the door won't hold much longer," Lupin reasoned.
"Draco," she pleased.
He glanced at her with a pained expression, to the door and back before grabbing her hand. Hermione reached for Harry's.
"To the Burrow," Harry shouted. She felt the familiar sensation of apparition. She closed her eyes tight. When she opened them she was standing in the living room of the burrow. She'd never been so relieved to see the place.
A/N I'm aware that Harry is younger than Hermione, so shouldn't be able to apparate freely, but for the purpose of this story I'm using my artistic licence and making Hermione younger :)