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Draco's Prisoner	By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22058 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I
- 2-II
- 3-III
- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 8-VIII
- 9-IX
- 10-X
- 11-XI
- 12-XII
- 13-XIII
- 14-XIV
- 15-XV
- 16-XVI
- 17-XVII
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A/N: Hey Guys, sorry for the long wait! I had my last exam today!! WOOHOO!!! ... summer holidays now!! I was hoping to get another chapter up in the next week.. unfortunately my computer is completely full to the brim, can't even go into hibernate mode without crashing because there is so little space left on the drive... so my computer has to go in to get a new HD and have a bit of a service.. I hope it won't take long... but I have no idea! :( Anyway, On with the story:

Chapter 10

They landed sprawled together in a wet grassy field, but before Hermione could take in her surroundings, she shoved Draco’s wand into her pocket so it wouldn’t drop from his loose grip and apparated them away again this time reappearing in a dark back alley that smelled as though it was home to a few stray cats, again she apparated to a new location, she did this several more times, the scenery flashing in front of her eyes.

It was only when Hermione finally decided that they were safe from being tracked by the remaining Death Eaters that she apparated them into a thick dense forest. Before she could even think about worrying about Draco, Hermione ensured that the area was safe by casting the ‘Cave Inimicum’ charm as well as several concealment charms to ensure that they wouldn’t be caught.

Once that was done she dropped to her knees by Draco’s side and immediately started to panic at the sight of him; his head was tilted back, his eyes wide open and unseeing.

“Draco?” She shook him, her voice wavering “Draco!” She said louder this time, his head flopped to the side and she started hyperventilating.

Mentally taking a step back from the situation, Hermione closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before reaching out a shaky hand to his neck to check for a pulse, she held back a sob as she felt it beat steadily beneath her fingers. She started to panic again when she realised that while his heart was beating, he wasn’t breathing. “Anapneo” she said quickly with a wave of her wand in the direction of Malfoy’s throat to clear his airways, but when she checked again, she found that he still wasn’t breathing.

Again she checked his pulse, to make sure he was still alive, and was relieved that it was still just as strong as before, which was odd, she thought, since he most likely hadn’t been breathing since the spell hit him and she had apparated them away from Malfoy Manor.

Now that she knew he was at least alive, Hermione’s head was clear enough that she could start figuring out what was wrong with him, first she tried rousing him with “Renervate”, despite knowing that he wasn’t stunned, and when that didn’t work she wondered if there was a particular counter curse she needed to perform, or if the spell would wear off on its own. She wracked her brain, trying to think of spells and hexes that would result in Draco’s current symptoms.

Hermione had never seen the exact curse that he had been hit with before, it seemed to Hermione that the spell was mimicking the effects of the Draught of Living Death. She wondered if giving him the Wiggenweld Potion, which reversed the effects of the Draught of Living Death, would bring Draco out of his deep slumber; she supposed not however, since he hadn’t actually been given a potion, he had been hit with a spell. She let out a growl of frustration; Hermione Granger did not know what to do.

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By the time Hermione woke up the next morning the Disillusionment Charm had worn off. She kept her eyes closed and snuggled up closer against Draco’s chest before she suddenly stopped breathing in a moment of panic; she thought that his heartbeat had stopped, but after a moment of listening she could hear it beneath her ear. She let out a sigh of relief, shivering, she pulled her robes closer around herself, they were damp with morning dew and it was a moment before she remembered that she had her wand and could dry herself off.

Once she was feeling warmer she turned back to Draco and sighed in frustration, then suddenly her eyes widened, ‘Of Course’ she thought, ‘Why didn’t I think of that before?’ she had had this spell cast on herself before; in fourth year during the Triwizard Tournament Professor Dumbledore had placed Ron, Cho Chang, Fleur Delacour’s younger sister Gabrielle and herself into a deep slumber in order to tie them at the bottom of the lake for the champions to retrieve.

Unfortunately, despite knowing what spell Draco was suffering from, Hermione still had no clue how to get him out of it. All she had known about the spell in fourth year was that she would be quite safe and that she would wake up as soon as she reached the surface of the lake, it was all such a rush that she hadn’t bothered to find out any more than that.

Why wouldn’t he just wake up already? “Oh for God’s sake, Draco! Wake Up!” She yelled as she shook his shoulders, she huffed and pulled out her wand “Wake Up” she shouted again, waving her wand at Draco. “Ksypno” she tried the Greek for ‘awaken’ and when that didn’t work she tried the Latin; “suscitatio”. Hermione felt ready to sob, why hadn’t she researched the spell back in fourth year?

“Finite Incantatum” She tried wearily, without any real hope that it would work, and almost screamed in surprise as Draco’s eyes flew open and he took a deep gasping breath. Before she had a moment to kick herself for not trying such a simple charm earlier, before she even had a moment to feel relieved that he was finally awake; Draco had grabbed the wand from her hand flipped them over so that he was pinning her down with her own wand pressed to her throat.

* * *

When Draco regained consciousness with someone leaning over him with their wand trained on him his instinct and training kicked in and before he knew it he had Hermione Granger pinned to the ground with her wand in his hand. He froze; his head still slightly fuzzy as he looked down into her wide shocked eyes.

“Shit” he cursed and rolled off her, he coughed to clear his hoarse throat, “sorry about that” he said, handing her back her wand. He searched his pockets and the ground for his own wand and groaned when he couldn’t find it; he obviously dropped it when the hex hit him. “What happened?” He asked, and before he could twist back around to face her he was knocked back to the ground with the force of Hermione’s relieved hug.

“I was starting to think you would sleep forever!” Hermione exclaimed to the startled Draco.

“How long was I out?” He asked as she sat back and crossed her legs, sitting on the ground opposite him. She made it sound as though he had been asleep for weeks.

“Just one night” she told him, “but I had no idea what they had hit you with until this morning, and even when I figured it out I didn’t know how to get you out of it.” She went on to explain what spell she thought he had been hit with and what she had done to get them away from the Manor.

“You’re sure we’re safe here?” He asked her eyeing the surrounding trees as though expecting Death Eaters to suddenly jump out and attack them.

Hermione huffed in response, and glared at him, not used to people doubting her abilities. “Yes. There’s no way they could get close to my wards without us being alerted in time to get away. That’s if they could track us here to begin with, which is doubtful.”

Draco put his hands up in surrender, “Ok, I believe you, no need to get shirty” he grinned at her.

Hermione stood up facing away from him and stretched out her stiff body, “I think we should stay here for a few nights, before we head to the Order headquarters; we need to work out how to convince them that you didn’t rescue me just to spy on the Order.” She looked over her shoulder to find him standing right behind her, she tilted her head up and looked him in the eye; “Thank you, by the way, for rescuing me.” Her voice was soft.

“I should be the one thanking you” He told her awkwardly, his eyes shifting away, “You didn’t have to come back for me.” He sighed, “You shouldn’t have come back for me; but, I can’t help but be glad you did” he averted his eyes again.

Hermione turned so that her body was facing his, “Of course I came back for you, I’m so sorry I even thought about leaving without you.” She took a deep breath, “I assumed that you would get away from your father and come after me, but when I realised that you might not, I turned back immediately; there was no way I was going to leave you there, especially since you’re the one who got me out in the first place.”

“Well, whatever your reasons were” He replied, “Thank you, most of the people I’ve associated with during my life wouldn’t have had any second thoughts about saving their own skins and leaving me at the mercy of the Dark Lord.” He paused, “Hell, they’d probably think it was funny.”

Hermione was about to reply when they both felt the fine drops of water on their skin signifying the start of a downpour. “We need to find shelter somewhere,” Hermione told him and she turned to start looking for some place they could keep themselves out of the rain but Draco caught her arm and pulled her back, reaching into his pocket for the shrunken tent with his other hand.

“I came prepared.” He showed her tent in his hand.

“Never took you to be the boy scout type, Malfoy” Hermione joked, earning herself a confused look from Malfoy, she sighed, “Never mind; it’s a muggle thing”.

Draco just rolled his eyes and turned around to find a good spot to enlarge and pitch the tent. It was then that he remembered that he was wandless, he groaned.

“You’re going to have to do the tent pitching, Granger.” He told her, “I must have dropped my wand when I was hit with the spell back at the Manor.”

“Oh” Hermione exclaimed, “I completely forgot!” She pulled Draco’s wand from her pocket and handing it over to him, “You weren’t in much of a state to keep a good grip on it, so I put it in my pocket for safe keeping.” The look of relief on Draco’s face was almost comical.

“Granger, I could kiss you right now.” He said with a grin, before turning to set the tent up in the clearing, completely missing the blush that stained the Gryffindor’s cheeks at his words.

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A/N:Thank you to bcain17 who was kind enough to beta this chapter! Hope you liked it! :) Let me know! If any of you are German, my other fic, My Best Enemy's Baby, is being translated! You can read it in German here: http://www.myfanfiction.de/texte/harry-potter/my-best-enemy-s-baby.98814.rezensionen.html?sid=cae3n56768vp86igvfs6kf3f24 Thank you for reading! Lots of Love, Casey!! xoxoxo
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