Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42452 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
When Draco woke up he could see the sky beginning to lighten. He sat bolt upright realizing that he slept through his shift. He looked over at Granger who was poking the dying fire with a stick.
"Why didn't you wake me?" he asked angrily.
She shrugged. "Wasn't tired. You were."
Draco fumed. "That's bullshit! There is no way you are not tired!"
She continued to poke the fire, ignoring him until Draco snapped.
"Would you leave that damn thing alone? Granger, you have to sleep!"
"If you've had enough rest we should get going. It's almost light enough."
"No. We're not going anywhere until you get some rest. You're not going to be of any use until you do." He was angry at her for not taking care of herself. He was angry at himself for sleeping all night and not taking care of her.
"I'll thank you to keep your opinions to yourself. I'm fine." She reached into her pocket and threw an apple at him. "Here, eat up."
He caught the apple and, because he was starving, bit into it. Just as good as yesterday. But gods, what he wouldn't give for a real meal. He was about to tell her off for not eating but she pulled one out for herself and started in on it.
Good that she can do something for herself, at least.
When he finished the apple she threw another one at him then got up and poured water on the fire from her hands.
"I'm going to go...behind the bushes over there."
He nodded and followed her with his eyes until she disappeared behind some dense bushes. They'd been using magic and he was more nervous than he cared to admit that the Trackers would return and steal her away from him.
He waited for her to come back before getting to his feet and walking over to her. He was tired of them snapping at each other and knew the only way to get back on decent terms was to apologize. He grabbed her arm and turned her to face him.
"Look, I'm sorry for being a git last night," he said with all sincerity. She nodded, but refused to look him in the eye.
"Thank you for your apology."
Draco sighed. "I am sorry for what I said, but that's no reason to keep yourself up all night just to spite me."
"I didn't do it to spite you. I wasn't tired."
He looked at her skeptically.
"Well, alright I was, I am, but I knew I wasn't going to sleep. I just...I have a lot on my mind."
He knew she had probably stayed up all night stewing over their situation and probably Potty and the Weasel. He was secretly jealous of the trio's relationship, the unbreakable bond they'd created. He'd never been that close to anyone, not Crabbe and Goyle or even Blaise for that matter. Sure, they were comrades, but he didn't trust them as far as he could throw them. What would it be like to know that you had someone you could rely on completely, someone who wouldn't push you to become a monster but instead be there when you fell?
But hadn't Hermione taken on that role? She'd literally been there for him when he'd fallen, been there through everything since they'd arrived, even though he'd treated her so horrendously. How could one person possibly be so selfless?
"We should go," she said, snapping him from his thoughts. He stared at her for a long moment, but finally conceded and they left.
They hadn't been walking long before Draco struck up conversation, not able to handle any more of the awkward silence.
"So, how much longer in this wretched forest?"
"Hopefully we'll reach the town by this evening. That's the plan anyway. We were supposed to get a room and actually sleep on a bed tonight but that's not going to happen anymore."
"Why not?" He would love to sleep on a bed for once. And sharing one with Granger wouldn't be so bad either...
"Because we left the money in the bag."
Damn! Having never experienced the sensation of being poor before he quickly decided he never wanted to experience it again.
"We could just break into a room," he suggested.
"Malfoy! No! That's not right-"
"Oh come on Miss I-Always-Have-To-Do-The-Right-Thing. It's not like we'll be hurting anyone. We'll just be sleeping." Not that he thought he'd get a moment of rest with this alluring witch in a bed next to him.
He could see she was thinking about it. He decided to urge her thought process along. He leaned down into her ear, brushing his lips against it.
"And I'll be giving you more of what I gave you the other night."
She blushed and looked away from him. "You're wicked."
"So they say."
Several minutes passed as she mulled the thought over. "Alright. But we'll have to leave everything the way it was."
"Of course. Not a scrap out of place."
Elated that he'd actually won a battle, he walked along beside her looking forward to what the evening had in store.
Until the rain came again, that was. Then he felt as gloomy as ever.
They trudged along ceaselessly, stopping only once at a small creek to take a refreshing drink from it. It felt so good to actually drink something that was more than a few droplets of rain that Draco's spirits rose once more. In the town they could steal themselves a proper dinner and eat to their heart's content, although he didn't tell Granger about this part yet, knowing she'd balk at the idea of taking something that wasn't hers. Damn chivalrous Gryffindors.
The woods began to thin and Draco was glad of this because it gave them more walking room and fewer things to dodge and jump over. Besides, it must mean that they were close to the town.
"I don't feel so well," Hermione suddenly said, coming to a halt, grabbing at a sapling next to her. He looked over at her and noticed all the color had left her face. He swore harshly, grabbing her arm in case she decided to keel.
"Dammit, Granger! If you hadn't stayed up all bloody night long-"
"Please don't yell at me," she breathed, her knees buckling.
Letting out a frustrated growl he scooped her up and carried her to a slight shade beneath a tree, attempting to get away from the pounding rain.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he sat her down, looking her over.
She shook her head and then put one hand up to hold it still. "Everything's spinning."
"Shit. Of course it is. You haven't slept, haven't had more than a few apples to eat and we've walked who knows how many miles the last couple of days."
She started to keel over sideways but he caught her arm.
"Whoa, whoa. Don't faint on me, alright?"
"Dizzy," she mumbled with her eyes closed.
"Dammit, Granger," he muttered on a sigh. "You need to sleep."
"No, we have to get to the town today," she slurred, her lids heavy.
"We will. Ten minutes won't hurt us." She paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Just ten," she finally said as she tilted dangerously. "But just ten." Before she could fall he pulled her to lay her head in his lap and she did so without complaint. Women. Why did they always have to be so difficult?
He wondered if she always did this, worked herself to the point of dropping. Did she ever think of her needs first? He doubted it. And then he wondered if Wonder Boy and Sidekick made sure she took care of herself or if they were too caught up in their own pathetic lives to notice. Draco bet all the gold in his vault at Gringotts that she did everything for them.
He suddenly wished that he could be around to take care of her; make sure she put herself first. He would just have to make sure Potter did it for him when they got back.
He let her sleep as long as he dared. He wished he could let her rest more knowing she needed it, but he knew they had to get moving. They had to get to Alvida in time.
"Granger, come on. We have to go," Draco said softly, brushing her sodden hair from her forehead. She roused but didn't wake.
"Come on, beautiful. Wake up now." Suddenly, she rolled onto her back and opened her eyes to look up at him in confusion.
"Malfoy? What's going on?"
"You practically passed out on me. But we have to get moving. Are you going to be alright now?"
She sat up looking disoriented. She rubbed her forehead. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll be alright. I'm sorry, I don't remember what happened."
"What happened was you have been neglecting yourself and it finally caught up to you," he said bitterly, but desisted when he saw the shamed look on her face.
He stood, reaching out his hand and helping her up. When she got to her feet he realized that he had used his left hand and there was no stabbing pain.
"My shoulder... Granger, it's not hurting!"
She smiled. "That would be a good thing, now, wouldn't it?"
He grinned and kissed her eagerly, glorying in the astonished look he received. "You are an amazing witch."
She laughed. "So I've been told."
He chuckled, wondering how he'd never seen this side of her before, how he'd never heard the beauty in her laugh.
They started walking again, hand in hand, the rain eventually letting up to a drizzle.
"Is yours hurting?" he asked after a while, concerned.
"My what?"
"Your shoulder. Is mine not hurting now because you took the pain?"
"No. That's the little trick to the spell. By separating the source of the pain it heals faster. The chemicals in your body-"
"All I needed was a simple no," he said with a smirk. "You talk too much."
She huffed but one look at his face made her realize he was joshing her. She smiled again. He squeezed her hand and for a few moments, he felt at ease. They talked contentedly about old days at Hogwarts, making fun of Umbridge, discussing which parts of the feasts they wanted to eat the most right now while their stomachs rumbled. They hadn't been walking for long when Hermione exclaimed "Look! That's the town! We made it! We're ahead of schedule!"
She grinned from ear to ear and turned to him, taking his face into her hands. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they just looked at each other for a moment that lasted an eternity. He took in her chocolate brown eyes, her soft skin, her little ears, and the adorable curve to her eyebrows. Her lips captured his and they kissed slowly, drawing out each moment, for he knew the closer they got to their destination, the closer they got to having to go back to where they belonged, and the less he wanted to.
He didn't want to spoil her good mood with his dark thoughts, however, so he let her drag him down the slope to the small village nestled next to the huge River Thames.
"Isn't it odd to think that all this land in our time is London? This forest doesn't even exist anymore. And the River Thames is always clogged with boats and people and bridges. But look at it now, it's so peaceful," Hermione said almost longingly, her sodden hair flopping around her.
Draco didn't have anything to say to it, really. He didn't have the slightest idea why Muggles used things like boats. The only boat he'd ever been in had been the one that had taken him up to Hogwarts for the first time, and it had been unbearably slow. What was the point? He didn't know how Muggles survived without magic.
"So do you think we should just stay here until dark? We don't want to attract any attention and we will if we speak," Hermione said, worrying her bottom lip.
"Nu-uh, no way. I smell food and we are going to get it," he said resolutely, dragging her forward.
"But Malfoy, we haven't any money!"
"That's besides the point. When I want something, I get it, and right now I want whatever is cooking down there."
He pulled her down the hill and into the little town where people in strange clothes strolled the streets with carts and baskets, going about their everyday business. He saw a booth where a man was roasting meat and his stomach rumbled loudly.
"Create a diversion," he whispered to Granger.
"What?"
"Faint or something. I'm going to get us some food."
"Draco Malfoy, we're supposed to keep a low profile!"
"We will! It's not like they're going to remember for their entire lives that one time some random lady fainted in the square. Come on, just do it, we're both starving!"
She glared at him but he walked away from her, strolling leisurely towards the cart as if he hadn't a care in the world. He didn't look back when he heard people gasping and running towards the little witch who had obviously slumped to the ground. He grinned to himself. He could always count on her.
The man at the booth flew to her side like Draco knew he would. He snuck up to the booth and looked around. No one was watching, they were all surrounding Granger who was still lying on the ground. Draco conjured a leather sack and filled it with the meat and potatoes and carrots the man had been roasting over his open flame fireplace. He slung the sack over his shoulder and walked off around a corner where Granger caught up to him a few minutes later.
"Never make me do that again!" she scolded. "That was the most mortifying experience of my life!"
"Hey, it worked. And you put on a marvelous performance, my dear," he said touching his lips to hers. "Now let us go find a place to stay for the night and we can get started early on that promise I made you."
Hermione grinned and led the way through the crowd.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
XOXO
RynStar15
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Breaking the Chain