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MAGIC AND US	By : reapergirl Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 4634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I'm not the creator of Harry Potter or its Characters. Everything Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, and I'm just twisting things up for personal pleasure. Also, I'm not making any profit from this story.

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CHAPTER 1 – GIRL ON FIRE
The door slammed shut, shaking the dusty paintings on the walls. A portrait upstairs started yelling obscenities about blood traitors and muggle filth—a typical occurrence at number twelve Grimmauld Place. The young woman, of course, wasted no time, per usual. She stormed into the flat, her golden brown hair fiercely whipping behind her as she approached the kitchen. She ignored the protests from the blue-eyed man jumping up from the couch to stop her, because she knew that he knew it was pointless to interfere when she was enraged. She honed in on the varying volumes of voices, deciphering who the occupants were before making her grand entrance. She felt the air crackle with her magic as she shoved open the door and rounded on the individuals.
“Where is he!?” she demanded, looking around at the shocked faces. When nobody answered, she kicked the table, forcing Mrs. Weasley and Tonks to jump out of the way before they could be smashed by it. She repeated more dangerously, “Where is he? Either tell me where he is or else.”
Kingsley stepped forward, “You know the Order doesn't take threats well, Hermione. Especially from our own—”
“I am not your own,” she snapped at him, then added, “not anymore.”
A crying Mrs. Weasley stepped forward this time but dared not get too close to Hermione whose magic was wild and unpredictable, suffocating those who got within an inch of her.
“Please, dear,” Mrs. Weasley spoke softly. “Let us talk. Come, sit, have some tea, and you must be starv—”
“Don't—” Hermione cut her off and the older matron stepped back. “try to placate me, Molly.”
Hermione studied everyone angrily. The twins were leaning against a counter, looking solemn and betrayed; Tonks stepped up to comfort the crying Mrs. Weasley; Kingsley watched her untrustingly, gripping his wand while Mad-eye watched him in the same way; Ginny and Luna looked pale and lifeless and stood behind a big, black dog—undoubtedly Sirius—who whimpered and laid down.
Suddenly everyone's attention turned to the other kitchen entrance behind Ginny and Luna. Minerva swooped in with Severus and Draco. Hermione saw red and immediately went for Draco but was quickly grabbed and held back by strong arms.
“Why the fuck is he here!?” she yelled and thrashed, and Draco scowled.
“What in blazes is going on?” Minerva said exasperated, then added with disbelief as her eyes turned to her, “Hermione?”
“Let go of me!” she growled.
“I'm—afraid—I—can't do that,” Remus battled to hold her.
She pointed at Draco and yelled desperately, “He helped him! He helped Ron deliver Harry to the Dark Lord!”
A gasp escaped everyone's lips as she spoke these words. They all turned to stare at the handsome blond-haired young man. Minerva and Severus backed away from him, and Remus let go of Hermione as Draco became the center of attention.
Draco dropped his eyes to the floor and inhaled sharply.
“Draco,” Severus said grimly. “Does her accusation bare truth?”
“Yes!” She hissed. “Go on, tell them! Tell them what you told me!”
Draco met her heated gaze and matched it. He moved toward her so quickly people were slow to react but didn’t hold him back.
“I had a role to fulfill, Granger,” he hissed in her face. “But I had no involvement in Weasel’s scheme or Potter's death.”
Hermione got in his face and spat, “Well did you have fun? Playing dutiful Death Eater? Loyal puppet to the Dark Lord and deliverer of Harry Potter?”
“No!” he barked, staring in her eyes. “I know what you think you saw, Granger, but I needed Weasel to believe I was going along with his plan—”
“Which succeeded!” she cried.
“Only because Harry attacked Ron, grabbed his wand, and stunned me—he didn't know I switched sides—”
“Oh and how convenient that is for you! No witnesses to tell a different story—the truth!”
“I'm willing to testify under veritaserum.”
She laughed mockingly, “Like that will prove anything! Surely you’ve built up a tolerance!”
“Legilimens, then!” he shouted in irritation, trying maddeningly to convince her.
“Everyone's aware you're just as much a master in Occlumency and Legilimency as Severus! What memory of yours could we trust?”
He growled, “You're being incorrigible!”
“Am I?” she said sarcastically and shoved him.
“Yes!” he growled and shoved her back.
Meanwhile everyone was in such awe of her and Draco's verbal battle, they lost themselves in it and had no mind to break it up. The tension in the room was so thick a wand could slice a hex through it.
“When it comes to the people I love, I will always be defensive!”
“Oh and you don't think I have people I love and want to defend?” he grabbed at his chest. “You act so bloody righteous as if you're the only one at war!”
“How. Dare. You!” Hermione jabbed her finger into his chest with each word.
“How dare I?” he growled. “How dare you!”
“Me?”
“You!”
“I can't stand you!” she growled and grabbed at her head.
“That's unfortunate, Granger,” he sneered. “I have a feeling I'm going to be around more often than you'd like.”
She searched his glaring blue, grey eyes and asked, “Is that a threat?”
He scoffed, “It's a fact.”
“You can take my place then. I'm defecting from the Order effective immediately.”
“What!” several people shouted at once.
“Hermione that's absurd!” Minerva said, then added, “We only found out moments ago you're alive and now you want to leave? We're your family for Circe's sake!”
Hermione's jaw dropped as she looked around at all the forlorn and confused faces. She frowned as she considered Minerva’s words, and it made her briefly forget her reason for coming back to Headquarters.
“You...you all thought...”she tried to make sense of the news.
“Draco told us you were dead, Hermione...along with Harry...” Ginny said softly.
Hermione studied her best friend more carefully. Her face was pale, but her eyes were red and blotched from straining tears.
“Oh, Ginny...” she said gently, wanting to go to her and hug her. “I'm so sorry...everyone...I'm so sorry...” Hermione turned back to Draco and said less angrily, “Why would you tell them I was dead?”
Draco regarded her. There was something in his stormy eyes that she hadn't seen before. It made her shift uncomfortably.
“Well?” she crossed her arms.
He sighed, “I did it so nobody would go after you.”
Her brows furrowed. “I don't understand, you told me—”
“I told you that everyone had been given strict orders not to attempt a rescue of Potter. That he was to be delivered to the Dark Lord, after all. It was a lie.”
She gritted her teeth, “You mocked me.”
He stepped forward and grabbed her arms. She froze.
“I had to make you believe the Order had abandoned Harry, especially after what you saw,” he said calmly.
“But why?” she knew she was being stubborn, but she needed answers.
“Granger,” he said softly. “You were going after Weasel and trying to rescue Potter, but you would've blown my cover and gotten yourself killed. I couldn't risk it.”
She blinked at him, the logic illuminating her brain, “So you said those things knowing that my anger would overwhelm me and force me to confront the Order first before acting?”
“There she is,” he said and, forgetting they were surrounded by people, lifted his hand up to stroke her cheek. “When are you going to learn to trust me, Hermione?”
Hermione gasped at his warm, gentle touch and how close their bodies were. She smacked his hand away and stepped back, glaring at him.
“I will never trust you,” she snapped.
She spun and collided into Remus. She briefly apologized to him before running out the kitchen door and up the stairs to her bedroom.
Everybody in the kitchen looked at Draco. He stared around before biting out “What?” half-heartedly.
“Careful,” Fred said with a weak smile. “Your Slytherdor is showing.”
George laughed and bumped Fred's shoulder, “Nice one.”
There was a long moment of silence, then Mad-eye made a noise as if to clear his throat.
“It appears there is much you still have to tell us, Mr. Malfoy, so if you'd please follow Severus, Kingsley, and I to the library,” Minerva finally spoke up and motioned for the two older wizards and Draco to follow her. “I suggest the rest of you turn in. It's been a long night, and we all need time to mourn and adjust to the tragic events that have unfolded before us.”
With that said, everybody scattered and left the kitchen to go their separate ways. Draco started walking toward Minerva when he was stopped by Remus.
“You've done a great thing,” Remus began. “Not only did you save Hermione's life tonight, but you prevented the needless death's of Order members. Don't forget that.”
Draco nodded stoically and turned to leave but was stopped again.
“How long?” Remus asked knowingly.
Draco finally sighed and confessed, “Since first year Sorting.”
Remus smiled but it didn't meet his eyes.
Draco noticed this. “And you?”
Remus was not at all surprised by the question but deflected by asking, “Do you know what her Patronus is?”
Draco frowned, “No. I've never seen it.”
“It's a Magpie.”
Draco pondered this, and when he realized what that meant, he paled.
“You don't mean—”
“Yes, exactly right,” Remus smirked. “But don't worry. It could always change.”
And with that, Remus walked out of the kitchen. Draco stood unmoving for the longest time mulling over the information he’d just been given.
“Mr. Malfoy,” Minerva called from the other doorway impatiently. “I believe we have some urgent matters to discuss.”
Draco straightened his cloak and nodded. He strutted out of the kitchen with Minerva following close behind.
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