Help from the unexpected

As Hermione leant over his chest, sobbing heavily her head snapped up when the door to the cell opened with a loud rattle.
"Is he ok?" The shadowy figured asked, just as they lit the tip of their wand. The blue luminous glow cast a dim shadowy light across their face. Draco.
"Can I help you, Malfoy." Teeth gritted words spoken with such a malicious that Draco threw his hands up defensively in-front of himself. She eyed him carefully for a moment, wondering what he was doing here.

"Is he ok?," He repeated again getting to his knees beside the man, holding his wand so the light was now cast over Severus.
"No, he is dead," She hissed through sobs, the boys face fell, his heart hit the floor.
"God father?," He chocked out meekly.
"I could not stop them, I wanted to but I couldn't. I would have been killed, too. I just want this whole war to be over with. I want no part in it and I am only here because the Dark Lord threatened to kill my mother."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, she now felt empathy for the boy, he was truly between a rock and a hard place.
"If you want to help Draco, please, help me get out of here."

He shook his head, his blonde hair falling into cold grey eyes. "I wish I could but I cannot, I can't get you your wand, they will know it was me."

He sighed wearily the weight of the word on his shoulders. Hermione stood up, frustrated. She ran a hand across her hip, feeling something small in her pocket she pulled it out. The bag! Oh how stupid was she they did not even know she had it hidden in her pocket.
She pulled it out, Draco got to his feet, shining the light on it.
"What is that?"

"A bag!," She exclaimed, more excited then Draco had ever seen someone over a mere bag.
"What is in it? It is kinda small."

" Everything, potions, clothes, food, wands.. Spare wands!" She eyes Draco off in a hope he would catch her hint.
"Please Draco, if you do nothing else to help me in life let this be the one deed, please turn it back to it's regular size."
He looked apprehensive, eyeing her off for a moment. He had hated this girl for over half of his life, and now she was at his mercy. He could murder her right here and right now for all anyone would care. He could pin her down and rape her and torture her until she was begging for him to spare her life. And yet, something inside of him, when he looked into her eyes flipped a little switch inside of him and turned his empathy and compassion into over drive.

"Fine." He took the bag off of her, placing it at her feet, tapping the bag three times with his wand the bag returned to it's usual size.
"Thank you." She smiled at him. Draco felt a warm feeling inside of him. No one had ever smiled at him like that. There had been smirks at him or a few flirtatious smiles but he had never had a smile of appreciation and thanks. If he knew it felt so good, maybe he would have done it a long time before.

"Can I apparate in here?" She brought him out of his deep thought.
He shook his head "No, only outside of the front gates. Unless you are a house elf... And your not a house elf are you?"
She rolled her eyes. "Do I look like a bleeding house elf."

Hermione groaned in frustration, she knew how long the driveway was, it would take a miracle if she could just saunter up the way and apparate with a dead man in tow.
She eyed him, she had to take him, she would not leave him here in life or death.
"The front gates are heavily guarded, there is a ten minute period at exactly midnight where they are unmanned when the change over of the guards take place. That is the only time you can get out. I can help you get to the front gates and then you are on your own."
Hermione smiled at him once again, "Where is the real Draco?" She joked. And he too smiled back at her, that felt even better than receiving a smile.

"I will be back later. Play along." He gave her a kurt nod before turning his back.
"I will be back for you, you mudblod slut." His hissed slamming the cell door behind him.

Hermione sunk back to her knees rummaging through the bag, pulling out one of the spare wands hidden in the depths of the bag she tucked it into her pocket. Cradling the man's head in lap stroking his soft long black hair, silent tears fell down her face. Her heart was shattered into a hundred pieces. It was at that moment she realised she truly loved him more than she ever thought she did.

HG/SS

"Granger?" A hushed whisper found her ears followed by the gentle clanking of the door.
Wiping the tears away she saw him enter her concrete prison. He was her night in shining armour at the moment.
"Are you ready? We have to move now we have ten minutes." His voice hurried and hushed.
Jumping to her feet she levitated the lifeless man guiding his body towards the exit.
"You are not taking him are you?" Draco was puzzled.
"Yes! I am not leaving him here."

He sighed wearily running a hand through his blonde hair, this was not part of his plan.

"This was not part of my plan."
"Well I am not leaving him." Her voice firm.
He threw his hand up in front of him "Fine, fine but you better be fast, woman," He bit out.
He snuck up the stairs looking left and right, waving his hand gesturing for her to follow.
The two quickly tip toed across the empty entrance hall silently opening the front door and sneaking out into the moon lit world.

Hermione took in a lungful of the fresh crisp night air. A light breeze whipped around them, a million stars could be seen in the sky above. The moon large and ominous.
The white gravel beneath their feet crunching with every step taken forward. Draco looked around, nervously. He knew there was no-one around at this time, he watched them every night from his window for the past 6 months.
He quickened his pace, she followed suit, the two walked in silence, the large silver gates growing in size as they advanced on them.

He let out a sigh of relief when he had reached them. Gently he opened them, trying not to make any noise, he ushered her out, gently she guided the dead man in front of her.
"Go, you will be safe now."
"Thank you, Draco. You are a wonderful man." She gently took one of his hands in hers and squeezed lightly.
"Thanks." He chocked out.
"Come with me, Draco. Come and help us fight this war."
Draco looked over his shoulder, he could hear voices faintly carried in the wind. Nervously he looked to her and back to the gates, the sound of gravel crunching could be heard. His heart leapt into his throat beating so fast he was sure he was going to have a heart attack.

He let out a deep breath, giving a single nod. She gently lowered the dead man onto the ground, kneeling down Draco followed suit, grasping a hand, her other on Severus. It was surreal to her, Draco Malfoy had not only helped her escaped he was escaping with her.
Draco blinked a few times, his surrounds had changed in a matter of seconds. They were now outside of a cobblestone wall, in a small quiet town. Draco strained to listen, only the cows in the distance could be heard.
Hermione stood up, tapping her wand to the fence, the house quickly sprung into view. Harry Potter already rushing down the garden path.
"What happened?" A hint of worry in his voice.
"He was killed Harry, they killed him. We were caught, they killed him." Hermione wrapped her arms around her friend, sobbing into his shoulder.
He patted her back gently, he knew there was something go on between her and Severus but he was not sure what or how deep.
"Shhhh. It's ok."
"No it's not. He's dead, Harry. Voldemort killed him. He fucking killed him."
Draco cleared his throat, he had gone unnoticed since their arrival. Harry turned to him, not even realising he was there.
"And what the fuck is he doing here." Harry let his friend go and pulled his wand out from his jeans pocket, pointing it at the other man.
Draco held up his hand in front of him. Hermione clutched onto Harry's arm trying to pull him back.
"No, Harry. He helped me escape I would not be here if it was not for him." She sounded exasperated as she hurriedly told him.
Harry slowly and unsure lowered his wand to his side, looking to the ground.
"Well then. We better get inside. You will be safe in here."
Hermione levitated Severus' body, taking up the rear as they proceeded into the house.
Harry led Hermione into a bedroom, pointing to the bed she placed the man's body on it.

Draco quickly glanced around the room and could not help but give a little laugh inside of himself. The walls an ivory colour. The bed had large lacy pillows with a large floral duvet on top. Vases adorned each of the bedside tables. It looked like an old woman's house.
"Are you sure he is dead?" Harry asked.
Hermione felt a little taken aback, she was not stupid she knew when someone was dead.
"Yes, She chocked out."
Harry patted her back once more, Draco looking on, feeling a little awkward standing in the doorway.
Harry the proceeded to check for a pulse, the man was cold and the pulse non existent.
"You care for him, don't you?" Harry's tone soft and soothing.
Hermione nodded. "I love him, Harry." She chocked out through tears.
Harry smiled softly at his friend. His heart was breaking for her, while he did not love nor have anyone at this time he could only imagine how she was feeling.
A slow minute passed when Harry jumped slightly. Draco still standing in the door way, arms folded cocked an eyebrow. No, it couldn't. Harry pushed his fingers harder against the man's wrist. A pulse, he was sure he just felt one.
"Hermione. I just felt a pulse, I think he is still alive."
Harry tore his hand from Severus grabbing his wand. He was no healer but he knew enough to become one.
Hermione took a step back as Harry run his wand the length of the man. A sky blue light covered Severus, Harry began to chant in Latin, the light turned to purple. The light soon vanished and Harry dropped to his knees, panting.
"Harry?" It was Draco's turn to take a step forward.
Harry looked up, brown eyes met grey ones. The calm and the storm stared each other down. Draco had changed over the years, his hair longer, his features much stronger and prominent he looked much like his father.
Shaking, Harry attempted to get to his feet, stumbling a touch Draco grabbed his hand and steadied him.
"He is alive, Hermione." Harry chocked out. He had used up most of his energy and magic on the man, giving him some of his magic and strength to help bring him back from the veil and beyond.
They all watched on as slowly, Severus' eyes fluttered open. The light in the room made him squint a touch.

"What are you all looking at?" He snapped. "And what am I doing at Grandma's house?"
Harry smirked, Severus Snape had just shared a joke with him and no-one else in the room knew what he had meant by being at Grandma's house. Severus did say his house looked like that of an old lady's. Draco smiled "Yep, he's fine." He still had Harry's hand in his, not even realising.
Hermione threw herself at the man, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He gently placed a hand on her back as she once again sobbed into his chest.
"Hermione, my robes are soaking wet." He smirked. Whilst still weak and back from the veil he still found the strength to be a cocky sod.
"Come on, you can fill me in on everything," Harry whispered, gently guiding Draco from the room.

"I love you." She whispered into his chest. He held his breath for a second, as if taking in what she had sad. The silence in the room was deafening to her, she had just laid it on the table and he said nothing in return.
He cleared his throat "And I too, Love you." His words so beautifully simple they added to Hermione's tears.
"I thought you were dead." She pulled away from his chest, now caressing his cheek gently.
"I was." His word haunting.
"But how... why."
"I was in the most wonderful place. At Hogwarts but it was magnificent. There was not a student out of line all were smart and well mannered. And there was not a Malfoy, Weasley or Potter around to ruin anything." He sighed, Dreamily his eyes glazing over a touch.
He shook his head coming out of his stupor. "Although it wasn't one hundred percent perfect for you my dear were not there." He took her hand caressing his cheek in his own and kissed her fingertips.
"I heard you, your voice. I followed it. It was like an angel singing. Just magnificent. It called to me, I could not help but see where it took me. I heard you say you love me. And then I was here."

She gasped slightly, she understood now. Her love for the man was so strong it pulled him from the veil and back to life.
He smiled at her, intertwining his fingers with hers "Your love for me must be stronger then you let on, Hermione. People are not brought back from the dead on a mere tiny bit of love."
She shrugged "I do love you, quiet a bit."
He knew deep down inside she loved him more then anything she had ever loved. She would have had too or he would not be here now.

A/N: Sorry for the slow update! I have been pretty slack lately but needed a break.
I did not mean for Harry and Draco to sort of... happen. I did not even mean for Draco to help Hermione. And I told he he could NOT apparate with her to Harry's but he is so stubborn and did not listen to me :/

Hope you all like it. See I could not Kill Severus off. I love him too much!

I would like to thank lionessforseverus who gave me the idea of having her love so strong it pulled him from the veil. If anyone else has any more ideas you would like to see, please do tell me.

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