BY : ES_Hurr
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione
Dragon prints: 7719
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, JK Rowling does! I make no money from this fanfiction.

Draco Malfoy was fucking tired.


He took a swig from the bottle of muggle scotch in his hand and ran a hand through his messy white blonde locks. He didn't care to slick his hair anymore, much to his mother’s displeasure. She didn't nag at him anymore, however.


Narcissa Malfoy didn't do much of anything anymore.


Another swig.


The burning in his throat only slightly eased the pain in his heart, but any small reprieve from the horrors of his life was welcome.


A black blur fluttered in the corner of his eye and Draco turned from the fireplace to see his dark owl swoop across the room to him. She dropped a small silver box on the arm of his oversized sofa chair and he furrowed his brow.


“Where did this come from, Jazz?” He asked aloud, though he knew she wouldn't tell him. She swooped over to her ornate gold stand in the corner and preened herself.


He reached out to touch the box and then thought better of it, drawing his wand and checking the box for spells. There were no markings on it, and he was wary of how someone had specifically given it to his own owl instead of sending their own.


He didn't detect anything dangerous, but it was oozing magical energy. Whatever was inside was powerful.


He knew he should try to get Jazz to take it back where it came from but his curiosity burned. He levitated the box to the floor, trying to decide the safest way to open it. Just because the box itself wasn't cursed didn't mean whatever was inside wasn't.


He knelt and poked the latch with his wand, and then fell back as the box quadrupled in size. Some sort of compression charm? Why hadn't it been set off by Jazz touching it? Was it specific to wands?


He slid forward on his knees and poked the latch again. This time it clicked and the lid flipped open to reveal darkness.


Draco furrowed his brow even deeper in confusion and leaned forward to look down into the box.


Undetectable extension charm.


He lit a Lumos and lowered it into the large hidden chamber within the box, and saw a foot.


“Fuck!” He cried as he dropped his wand, and gripped the sides of the box. It was a body. Someone had sent him a dead body. He didn't want to know who it was.


But his wand was down there.


He could see the curve of a thigh by the light of it and let out a shaky sigh of relief when he saw the skin wasn't pale enough to resemble his mother. He wouldn't put it past Voldemort to murder Narcissa and send her body to him in a pretty box.


Draco couldn't reach his wand. He knew he'd have to go inside. He sat back on his heels.


“Jazz, go in there and retrieve my wand.” He demanded, and the owl in question tucked her head under her wing and ignored him. He let out a huff and stared at the silver walls.


He'd seen enough death in his twenty years of life, and had often had to hide his anguish beneath a trained mask of indifference in the presence of his evil peers. But they weren't here to see this, and Draco was free to be himself. He didn't have to hide his anxiety and he did not want to have to deal with this dead woman.


But he needed his wand.


He took a deep breath and stood, deftly slipping his legs into the box. He gently lowered himself until his feet hit the floor of the magical room and ducked his head in.


His hawthorn wand was wedged underneath a mass of wild honey brown curls and his breath caught in his throat. It couldn't be.


The woman was wearing a tattered blue sleeveless dress that looked like it had been through hell.


Draco reached down to brush her hair away from her face and realized two things.


One, her skin was warm, which meant she was alive.


And two.


The unconscious woman in the box was Hermione Granger.

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