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Four Minutes	By : Nikkilicious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: This is my submission for the Hermione Smut Challenge. :D I hope you all enjoy it, because I know I did! Here were my requirements:

Three to Five Prompts on what you'd like to receive: Angry sex, snarky

sarcasm, serious hate, one time event, not in a bed (up against a wall or on

a desk or something)

Deathly Hallows/Epilogue: (Compliant/Not to DH, Epilogue or not Epilogue

compliant) Doesn't bother me, follow your muse

Preferred Rating: NC17 (detailed/graphic)

Pairings: Dramione, FredHermione

Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): GeorgeHermione, RonHermione, noncon,

love or any kind of professions of love, ongoing affair

So this is what I came up with.
1/3

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Chapter 1

Blackened shapes flashed into her line of vision but it was too dark to see anything clearly as she ran down the hallway. There were no windows to let any sort of illumination seep in and lighting her wand would have been suicide; presenting herself on a silver lumos platter. The air was putrid smelling and she tried to keep her breath shallow and quiet as she moved. Where? She had no idea. Just out. Away from the battle. Expectedly enough though, the castle had so many winding halls and hidden rooms that it was impossible not to get twisted and tangled up in them. And the fact that she couldn�t see only made it much more lovely. For her enemies, anyway.
Hermione ran blindly, silent pleas running through her mind. She prayed that she�d make it out alive. She prayed that everyone else would too. And she prayed that the war would be over soon. Because they�d all surpassed their limits of control. It used to be about winning. It used to be about saving and punishing and rebuilding.
Now it was just about survival.
The swishing and pounding noises of movement broke her thoughts and she knew someone was following her. Picking up speed, she sprinted down the corridor, barley seeing the outline of the wall, and hoping to hell that it was a straight shot with no stairs to surprise her.
The sounds were getting louder signaling the person was getting closer. So she ran harder and faster. Her breathing was erratic now and she knew that whoever had joined her, could hear her as if she were standing right next to them. She might as well have been out in a bright, open field, waving her hands around like a wild woman.
It took her only one second to realize that the other person in the hall wasn�t running behind her, but rather, coming straight at her. The next second she felt the front of her shoe get caught on a piece of rubble jutting out from the floor and she went tumbling down.
She didn�t fall onto the hard, cold ground; instead she fell onto a hard, cold person. The one who�d been running at her. Through muffled groans and crooked limbs, she managed to hoist herself up onto her elbows and look down at her pseudo mattress.
�Granger?�
Her eyes obviously hadn�t adjusted to the darkness because even only inches away she still couldn�t make out his face. But his voice, that deep, slithery, husky drawl of his, she knew very well. Draco Malfoy. She�d fallen on Malfoy!
�Granger, get the fuck off me.�
�Why, so you can kill me?� She was already attempting to grab her own wand from inside her robes while still trying to keep him pinned. Hermione would be damned if any Death Eater, especially Malfoy, destroyed her. Not without a fight at least.
�Kill you? As pleasing as that sounds, I have more important things to do at the moment.�
�Yeah, like doing evil Death Eater things that will ultimately harm thousands of lives, if not more. I don�t think so.�
�No, you twit. Like escaping and saving my own arse.� Through the smog of anger and aggravation, she could almost hear the desperation in his voice and it only spurred her on.
�You aren�t going anywhere. I-�

�Hello?�

She definitely heard a voice and it definitely wasn�t hers or Malfoy�s. Keeping perfectly still, Hermione and Draco looked at each other, or tried to, and waited with fast hearts and tense bodies, as the unknown third person moved around. The scraping of their shoes on the stone told Hermione that they were moving slowly, hesitantly. Or� strategically. Being in war had taught her long ago to go with the worst and wish for the best.
�On one.� Draco whispered. It didn�t take a genius to figure out what he meant.
�One!�
They both jumped up and dodged to the side, gripping the wall like it was the only thing keeping them grounded. Whoever had joined them now heard them loud and clear and was screaming something. Neither cared to listen and they shot off down the hall, trying not to stumble over each other.
Making it out of the castle wasn�t an option at the moment. It was too far and too complicated and death was running right behind them.
Either hide or perish. Those were their choices.
The first room they came to was the one they picked. Their survival instinct didn�t hinder their fiery hatred for one another, though, and they fought for who would get into the door. Draco shoved at Hermione as he tried to twist the knob and slip in without her. She wasn�t having it. Using all the strength she had, she pushed at him repeatedly, trying to move him away from the entrance.
The footfalls were close. Too close for any sort of fucking comfort, that was certain. Draco growled at Hermione, trying to get her off of him so he could go through. He had to get into the room and block the door. Once he was, whoever was after them would be too distracted by Granger and that would give him time to save himself.
That was his ideal plan, anyway. It didn�t actually work out like that.
The person was there and it was too late to try and fight each other. Draco finally budged the door open and fell into the room, Hermione clutching at his back and going in with him. Hurriedly, they jumped up and closed the door, leaning against it and breathing hard.
Ears planted, they listened as the steps got quieter and quieter until, at last, they stopped all together.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Draco followed suit.
It was one threat down, another to go, as they stood, eyes trained directly onto each other. It was amazingly ironic to Draco how much heat was in Hermione�s icy glare. It burned him, tore at him, seared his veins and froze his blood from the inside out. None of it made sense but everything he had felt during the war never made much sense anyway.
�You sickening bastard. I never thought I�d see your face again. Oh well, glad I have. Now I can ruin it.� She spat.
�Oh, Granger, how I�ve missed these quarrels. Between you and I� they�ve always gotten me going.� He winked and let that awful smirk slide onto his lips, knowing that she hated it. He supposed bating her was probably the wrong thing to do at the moment, but he was scared and when Draco was scared, he talked. Couldn�t stop sometimes. And of course, when it came to her, the only words that came out of his mouth were insults.
�You know, when I saw Voldemort for the first time,� He visibly winced and she smiled. �I didn�t think anything could get more disgusting than that. I was wrong.�
Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were no beginners when it came to the mastery of a battle of words. With intense emotions, passionate hate, and seven years experience under their belts, they could go at it for hours before someone finally broke. But it was not the time and Hermione realized that. She had to get out of the room, and fast, and if that meant leaving Draco Malfoy alive, then she�d relent. Besides, she no longer felt that familiar length on her side in her robes; she�d lost her wand somewhere in the scuffle. He didn�t know it now but, she knew it was only a matter of time before he figured it out.
Ignoring his reply, Hermione moved toward the door, grasped the handle, and twisted.
It didn�t budge.
Her eyes widened and filled with something greater than fear as she tried again and again to get the door open. Nothing happened. It was locked.
The low whistling sound went through Draco�s ears and all the way to his toes, sending torturous chills up and down his spine. He knew that sound and with a quick glance around the room, at the vents, he knew they had more to worry about than a locked door.
The pale yellow smoke fluttered into the room and his heart stopped.
Poison.
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