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A Week in November	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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*Fairly dark chapter, but don’t worry by the chapter’s end you will be happy again. ;)

Chapter Ten

     My voice was hoarse from yelling and it didn’t seem to be helping any so eventually I stopped. “God when I get my hands on that bint!” I screamed as I tried to get out of my binds. It was no use though, I was stuck. “I’m not crazy yet but I’m going to be if you leave me in this strait-jacket! Please let me out!” And there it was, I was shouting again.
     “They will remove it, but you have to be silent for three hours first,” came the voice of the man again.
     “I’m going to tear this coat off with my teeth by the time three hours have passed!” I called back to him.
     “It won’t work, I already tried.”
     “Do I know you?” I asked. It was an odd thing to ask but his voice, it seemed so familiar.
     “Gee I hope not. I’ve been stuck in here for the better part of two years. What day is it anyway, I’ve bloody well lost count.”
     “It’s November, the fifteenth maybe? I don’t know, I didn’t get out much before my ILLEGAL INCARCERATION!”
     “That’s what happened to me you know. I went in with an ailment, just a touch of bursitis. I couldn’t get in to see bloody Healer Malfoy, his waiting room was full and then this lovely Healer told me that she could see me. She asked me my name and then when I told her I was petrified. I woke up here and I’ve been here ever since.”
     “You know my husband?” I called out.
     “I don’t know it’s possible that I do.”
     “No, no you said Malfoy, you said Healer Malfoy.”
     “Well he wasn’t really my Healer, I just happen to be in town visiting friends. He was a former student of mine though.”
     “Professor Snively? Is that you?”
     “With whom am I speaking?” he called back.
     “Dumb luck. It’s me, Hermione Malfoy, formerly Granger back when you knew me. Why’s it so cold in here? Brrr!”
     “Know-It-All? Is that you?” he asked and his voice cracked as if he might have been crying.
     “Yes, Professor, it’s me.”
     “Oh for goodness sakes we’re stuck in here together, you may as well call me Felix. That’s what my wife used to call me, bless her heart may she rest in peace.”
     “I’m so sorry to hear that, Felix.”
     “Well I’m not, she was an old battle axe,” he said and he chuckled.
     “I see you haven’t lost your sense of humor,” I called back. “Where are you? I can’t see much of anything except a door.”
     “If you crawl over just a hair I might be able to see you. Just follow my voice,” he said and I fell on my face as I tried in earnest to scoot along the dirty, stone floor.
     “Great, now I’m on my stomach again. Damn this stupid jacket!”
     “I can see you!” he shouted and I peered through the darkness.
    “Is that your eye that I see, just there, through the mouse hole?” I asked and then he blinked twice. “Yep, that’s you. Hello,” I said cheerily.
     “It’s nice to see you Hermione.”
     “That might be the first time you called me by my proper name,” I said.
     “Hmm,you might be right,” he said. We were bored and the idle chit chat went on for several minutes.
     “So Janet put you in here too?”
     “Healer Mungo she called herself.”
     “Yes, same bint who put me in here. Draco will find me though, just as soon as Ron notices that I’m missing. I probably should have told him where I was going. That was really stupid of me.”
     “Yes, the same. I don’t much care for people to know my business. My friends probably think I’ve been eaten by vampires the way I just up and disappeared.”
     “You might be right, though I bet they think the centaurs did you in. Draco told me that the school was attacked by herds of centaurs and that it lay in ruins now.”
     “Are you kidding? The school is no more?” he asked.
     “You didn’t know? Yeah I guess you didn’t. Hey, I’m really sorry to give you that news.” He was crying now for sure, I could hear the faint, muffled sounds of weeping. “I wonder how long its been? Do you think its been three hours yet? I really want this jacket off.”
     “No, not yet. It’s only been fifteen minutes, thereabouts. I should have barbequed those centaurs years ago. Blast them for taking my school.”

__0__

     “We have two days, no more, before we have to be back on the front lines Draco. Let’s make it count and find Hermione,” Harry called out when they landed their brooms at the cottage. Harry may have had the edge on him in the air although not by much, but Draco definitely was the faster runner as he bounded up onto the porch and barreled through the cottage door.
     “Where is she? Did you find her?” he asked and Ron quickly zipped up his pants and stood.
     “Quiet already, Edmond is asleep,” Ron said.
     “And what the fuck were you doing?” Draco accused and he pointed to Lavender Brown who was adjusting her shirt on the couch.
     “Nothing, we weren’t doing anything,” Ron said and Harry bounded through the door.
     “Where is she?” Harry asked.
     “He doesn’t know, he was too busy getting a blowjob from the bloody prom queen,” Draco said and he waved his hand in dismissal in regards to Lavender.
     “I was never the Prom Queen at Hogwarts,” she said dumbly. “I don’t even know what a Prom Queen is.”
     “I know you weren’t, now shut up,” Draco said. “Let the grown ups talk now honey,” he taunted and Lavender began to tear up.
     “That was totally uncalled for, Malfoy! She never did anything to you. Why do you have to be so mean all the time?” Ron defended.
     “Ron! Where is Hermione?” Harry shouted.
     “I don’t know. She didn’t tell me she was leaving, but her purse is gone and so is her wand.”
     “If she has her wand I got her,” Draco said and he began to wave his wand in circles as he whispered an incantation.
     “What are you doing?” Ron asked motioning to Draco.
     “I think he put a tracer on her wand,” Harry answered. “It was smart, although not very trusting of ‘Mione,” Harry frowned.
     “Shut up Potter. My wife has memory lapses. I worried that she might go out somewhere and then forget where she was at and why she was there. I did this as a precaution, nothing more.”
     “Yeah, right,” Ron mumbled.
     “I’m punching your face in if you say one more word. I need quiet for the spell to work!” Draco shouted and the yellow swirling light that hovered from his wand faded and then went out. He was so angry that he lunged on Ron, hitting him square in the nose, and then Harry was restraining him. “Fuck off alright! I’m worried about my wife.”
     “We all are,” Harry said in a futile attempt to comfort the blond.
     “He’s not. He’s not at all, he’s more interested in getting a blowjob from a known whore.”
     “Known whore?” Lavender bit out in outrage and she stood up.
     “That’s what I said. Oh come on, you sucked me off in our sixth year after the Slytherin Ravenclaw game,” Draco said. “Like I said, you’re a whore.”
     “I did not suck you off! Ron, I didn’t suck him off.”
     “It was you, just shut up. Weasley hardly cares. He’s just happy someone is polishing his knob.”
     “I’m going to fucking kill him Harry, so help me!” Ron shouted and then he lunged at Draco.
     “Stop it! This isn’t helping matters,” Harry said. “Lavender, you did something with Malfoy. I know because I followed you both into the Room of Requirement.”
     “Harry!” Ron was turning a bright shade of purple he was so angry.
     “That was after you broke up with me Ron, so it was you that got sloppy seconds, Malfoy!” Lavender accused and Draco smiled with victory as he backed up out of the cottage where he could perform the spell in peace. He could hear the shouting inside and he felt a little bit bad, but only because he worried that they might wake up Edmond.
     “Silencio. There little one, sleep well. Daddy will be home soon with your Mummy,” Draco said.
     “That was really sweet,” Harry said and he lit up a smoke on the front stoop. “Not very nice what you did to Ron and Lavender.”
     “I don’t like him. He had my wife for four years. You should tell him later that she never sucked me off. She did offer to though, the slag.”
     “She never sucked Malfoy off, Ron!” Harry shouted. “Do the spell, I’ll be quiet. I’m going with you though and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop me.”
     “I wasn’t going to try to prevent you from going. I might need your help.”
     “Mighty big of you to admit it.”
     “Don’t flatter yourself, I just might need an Auror with me, who can bend and even break the law if need be,” Draco said as he cast the spell to track Hermione’s wand for the second time.

__0__

     “I’m so thirsty,” Hermione said weakly as she lay in the fetal position on the cold, stone floor bound in her strait-jacket.
     “We get water twice a week and food once every fortnight. I’m sorry, I thought they would remove the jacket by now.”
    “I don’t think I can talk anymore, my mouth is too dry,” I said and my voice was scratchy and hoarse.
     “When they do feed us, you must save some back. I saved an orange. I know it’s not a cool glass of lemonade but I’ll share it with you. You have to scoot to the mouse hole though as close as you can. I should be able to push it into your mouth Malfoy.”
     “You called me Malfoy,” I smiled.
     “That’s your name, is it not?” the Professor said.
     “Yes, thank you. Let me see if I can get to the hole,” I said and then I began to inch my way close to the wall where the rodent’s hole was. “This is as close as I can get,” I said and I saw Felix’s finger through the hole. I sucked onto his finger with my lips and my mouth watered the moment the small orange slice hit my tongue. It was delicious. I’d never tasted something so good and I thanked him from the bottom of my heart.
     “You were my one hundred and fifty-sixth match. That makes you like a daughter to me,” he said sounding more than a little sentimental.
     “I thought you didn’t like me back when we were at school,” I said.
     “To the contrary my dear, you were the teacher’s pet.”
     “No I so wasn’t. I think perhaps your memory is failing you as well,” I said.
     “You really were my favorite of all the students.”
     “You liked Draco better than me,” I stated plainly.
     “No, I only acted like I did. The truth is I saw you as the daughter I never had. You’re a lot like my wife you know. You wouldn’t take my shite and you fought back. I respect that in a student. Your grades were top notch and I always hoped that you would do something with Potions. You were that good.”
     “Well thank you for saying so. Draco and I plan to open an apothecary, if I ever get out of here alive that is,” I said as an afterthought, and a somber one at that.
     “I miss those days, brewing all day long and the orders stacking up. Nothing like a little pressure to get the blood moving and to keep an old man like myself young. I started off working as a young lad as an assistant to a Potion Master. I loved every minute of it too. I so miss those days of feeling useful.”
     “Professor Snively—I mean Felix. If we get out of here alive I promise you that you will always have a job at our Apothecary. We could use the help and your expertise is invaluable. I could still learn so much from you, Draco too. I have no doubt that he would agree with me on the matter.”
     “I—I think I’d like that. I have no family to speak of since my wife passed on and thanks to the bloody centaurs I have no teaching job to go back to. I’m going to hold you to that Mrs. Draco Malfoy.”
     “Did you mean all of that about me needing Draco to do my thinking for me?” I asked and I gulped. I wasn’t quite sure if I really wanted to hear the answer and Snively had a way of being blunt, brutally blunt at times.
     “I said it because your husband needed to hear it.”
     “Draco needed to hear that he was better than me?” I shot him a quizzical glance, but of course he couldn’t see it because a great wall separated us and the darkness descended on us like a disease.
     “He did. I noticed him on more than one occasion sitting back and letting you do the hardest parts of my required labs. He questioned his own skill, but only when he was working with you. He was plenty good on his own and he didn’t need you, but he thought he did. You’re so very bright Hermione, but you need to know when to step back and let your husband shine too.”
     “I see what you’re saying. I caused him to feel insecure in Potion skills. You should see him now though, he’s so shiny that his skills as both a Healer and a Potion Master are a bleeding beacon he’s so ambitious and good at what he does. You’d be proud.”
     “That’s why I was visiting him that day, before Miss Mungo distracted me. He reminded me of myself in some ways, you both did, but you see my wife was a lot like you—accomplished and confidant, and I remembered how it felt to walk in her shadow. You were a celebrity when I taught you, and I worried a bit for your husband. It seems my worry was for naught if what you tell me is true.”
     “Oh it’s true alright. He is without a shadow of a doubt the perfect man for me, but then I guess you knew that? Draco told me you’re a Matchmaker. How does that work anyway, you know if you want to tell me that is?”
     “I can tell you my dear, but then I’ll have to kill you,” Felix said and chills travelled up my spine, that was until I heard him laugh.

__0__

          Draco perused the yellow light and like a compass directing his movements he turned North, and the beam of light turned a deep golden. The way the spell worked was that the darker the beam got the closer he was to Hermione’s wand. It was like a Muggle game of hot and cold. “It’s this way. We’ll have to fly on brooms,” Draco said and Harry nodded as he called his Firebolt to him.
     The night air was crisp and cold and it was clear that winter was well on its way as Draco and Harry streamed through the starlit, night skies. “Are we getting close?” Harry called out as they approached the medium sized wizarding town which was consequently where the Wizard Hospital was located.
     “It’s the hospital. Thank bloody Merlin we found her,” he said but then a panic swept through him. What’s wrong with her? Why is she in hospital? As if sensing his panic Harry assured him that everything was alright, she’d probably just gone in for a routine therapy session and that he shouldn’t worry much. Draco disregarded Harry’s words though as nice a thought as it was, as he leaned down on his broomstick. The aerodynamics propelled him forward as he shot past Harry. Harry copied his move and both men whizzed through the sky at breakneck speed.

     “Should we split up? We can cover more ground and faster,” Harry asked.
     “No, I have a bad feeling about this,” Draco said when they landed. He bowled through the Emergency room doors of the hospital like a man with purpose. Harry could barely keep up he was walking so fast. He asked everyone had they seen his wife and yet nobody seemed to know a thing.

     “Janet, glad I caught you,” Draco said and he laid his hand on her arm. His eyes went wide when she turned around and he saw her face. Her nose was bright red and swollen and she had scratches on her face. “What happened to you?” he asked and she turned on the water works.
     “You may as well know, since you’re going to find out soon enough,” she said.
     “I don’t think we know each other,” Harry Potter said pulling up the rear.
     “Potter, Healer Mungo, now go on Janet,” Draco said in hurried fashion and he shot Harry a look of irritation for interrupting the conversation. “Does this have something to do with my wife? She’s missing and I know she came here.”
     “Yes Draco she was here. Can we talk privately?” Janet said and she motioned to Harry.
     “No, it’s fine, he’s with me. He’s helping me find Hermione. So go on. If you have any information about her whereabouts I’d really like to know.”
     “You really should have met with me,” she said and Draco narrowed his eyes on the Healer. “I went there you know? I waited for an hour outside on the street but you never showed.”
     “I told you I wasn’t. I’m losing my patience Janet. Where’s Hermione?”
     “She attacked me Draco! She overheard us in the corridor the other day and she barged into my office throwing accusations around like hexes! She’s dangerous.”
     “She’s not dangerous. This is utter rubbish,” Draco spat. “So go on. She overheard us—shit. What did you say to her?”
     “The truth Draco, that you and I were lovers, that she can’t make you happy, not like I can and that she’s very sick and needs help! The things you should have said to her but didn’t.”
     “Where’s Hermione Malfoy?” Harry said and he folded his arms.
     “I’m not talking to an Auror,” Janet hissed. Harry glanced at Draco where he gave him a look of warning.
     “What did you do to her?” Draco asked and he gripped her by the arms. Several heads turned when they heard the din and Draco thought fast on his feet as he pushed Janet into a supplies closet with Harry Potter in tow. Harry closed the door behind them. “Where’s my wife, Janet?” he howled.
     “Silencio,” Harry chanted and he waved his wand.
     “Draco, let go of my arm you’re hurting me,” Janet Mungo cried. “Perhaps if you were nicer to me. You know a kiss wouldn’t hurt,” she said and Draco grew even angrier.
     “Damn you woman! Just tell me where my wife is. Now!”
     “She had to be restrained. She attacked me. It’s a crime what she did you know?” Janet defended.
     “Did she use her wand?” Harry asked and Janet nodded as she plucked Hermione’s wand from her pocket. Draco reached forward and snatched Hermione’s wand from her hand. Harry looked deflated when she said she had used her wand and Draco began to worry himself sick. That was a crime. You couldn’t threaten a Healer with a wand. At minimum she would lose her wand rights for a probationary period, but at maximum she could spend two years in Azkaban for assaulting a Healer with a wand.
     “Her wand was in my neck!”
     “But she didn’t use it?” Harry asked as if it mattered. Hell, it might of mattered Draco didn’t know. What he did know was that he was two ticks from wringing the bint’s neck if she didn’t tell him where Hermione was.
     “I had her taken away. She’s criminally insane.”
     “Where did you put her? St. Mungo’s?” Draco asked.
     “You’ll never find her,” she smiled. “I had her records sealed too. With you off fighting in the war and Smitty coming down with that terrible, freak flu, I’m once again her legal Healer.”
     “You bitch!” Draco said through gritted teeth. He wanted to throttle her right at that moment and he nearly did.
     “Malfoy, don’t. What you’re about to do will only hurt you in court. Don’t do anything you will regret.”
     “Like what? Hit her? No, I wouldn’t dream of that,” Draco said sinisterly.
     “I’m glad you came to your senses. I can even forgive you, in time of course. I like daisies,” Janet said and Draco smiled.
     “Oh, you like daisies? How nice,” he said and he leaned into her as if he was going to kiss her. She closed her eyes and then Draco pulled his wand on her. “Legilimens,” he chanted and Janet’s eyes popped open. Her expression was blanketed by fear and she sunk to her knees where she grimaced in pain. “Keep fighting me, you’ll only lose in the end,” Draco said in an eerie voice that was reminiscent of his father Lucius.
     “Stop, it hurts,” Janet cried as she fought off the blond’s mind probe. Draco’s face went a ghostly white as the images of their altercation cascaded through his mind.
     “Show me where you took her?” Draco hissed.
     “No! I won’t let you in—I did it all for us Draco. I love you! Please, stop this… it hurts—“ Janet begged and she wept hard as Draco pushed the spell as far as he could.
     “Draco, you need to stop now! Enough,” Harry shouted and he shoved Draco backwards, breaking the umbilical between their minds. Draco was panting as he collapsed against one of the stocking shelves while Janet cowered on the floor.
     “You’ll go to Azkaban for what you just did. I loved you, how could you?” Janet cried into her hands.
     “You don’t have any witnesses,” Harry said.
     “What are you talking about, you saw what he did to me!”
     “No I didn’t. I saw you push him though, that’s all,” Harry said and he smiled at Healer Mungo.
     “They can test his wand,” she reminded.
     “Right, forgot about that,” Harry said. “Draco, throw us your wand for a minute,” Harry said and Draco reached out and passed him his thirteen inch rowan with dragon heart string core. Harry cast a spell over the wand removing the Legilimens spell from its history. Only an Auror knew how to perform such spells and in light of events Draco hoped that the bloody do-gooder Harry Potter wouldn’t have an attack of conscience and regret what he did for him that night. It wasn’t lost on the blond. He would have to thank him for keeping what he’d done a secret.
     “We need to go. I know where she is and we have a fair bit of travelling to do tonight,” Draco said as he climbed to his feet. “I’ll see you later Janet, you can count on it. Like my wife, I too want to know what you did to her after her accident that caused her to lose her memory! First things first though, Hermione,” Draco said and he stepped over the Healer on his way out the door. “Baby, hold on. I’m coming for you,” Draco said with conviction.

__0__

     “It’s so cold,” I said and it was. I couldn’t feel my feet anymore and they were turning blue! They could have at least given me socks.
     “You have to move about. You’ll freeze to death if you don’t,” Snively said through the mouse hole in the wall. “Did they give you a blanket?”
     “No,” I replied. I was too tired to cry.
     “Talk to me, Hermione. You’ll die of hypothermia if you fall asleep. Guard, bring this woman a blanket, please! I’ll forego my next drink if you just give the young lady a blanket. Please,” Snively shouted through sobs.
     “I—I—I’m not going t-t-to make it,” I said and I knew that I wouldn’t. My teeth chattered and yet I couldn’t move because my butt was frozen to the floor. I could see ice crystals forming on the floor and walls and that’s when I noticed the moonlight streaming through a hole in the ceiling. I stared up at it. It would have been a nice escape route, had it not been up so very high. If I had a wand I could use any number of spells to free myself, even a simple levitation charm would have worked, but in my current state I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t even move my arms what with the jacket they had on me. “If you s-s-see Draco tell him I—I lov-lov—love him and I’m proud t-to b-be his wife. Tell my son th-that I love h-hm more than life it-it-self.”
     “Blast, I can’t stand to hear this,” Snively cried. “I can pass my blanket through a little at a time. I’ll try, but you have to grab it my dear.”
     The scene in the asylum was morose. I was dying and Professor Snively was whimpering in his cell alone, begging me for to live through the night. I was grateful that the sweet old man was with me. He had turned out to be a true friend and a father figure of sorts. It had to be ten below it was so cold in my cell.
     “I love y-y-you too. Th-thank you for being h-h-here with me to the end,” I said and then I closed my eyes to die. My breathing was shallow. It wouldn’t be long. Thoughts of Draco and Edmond careened through my mind and I smiled at remembering all the good times, and the lovemaking and everything else in between. Some never find their soul mate. They spend their whole lives searching for Mr. Right, and yet I’d found my match, my heart and my soul. Draco wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me, even the Matchmaker said so.

     __0__

     “Healer Mctavish,” Draco lied as he handed the guard the fake badge that he conjured out of thin air. He couldn’t use his own and risk alerting the guards at the Asylum when they saw the same surnames on Healer and patient. “I’m here to move one of the patients to Azkaban.”
     “No, we didn’t receive official word from the Ministry and I was told that this one stays for the longterm,” the night guard said and Draco’s jaw tightened.
     “I have Azkaban orders,” Harry interjected.
     “I’ll need to see your credentials,” the man said.
     “Alright,” Harry rolled his eyes.
     “Are you daft? Don’t you recognize him?” Draco said holding back the fury he felt inside. As if they thought that they could keep his wife. Nothing would keep him from her. He would burn the whole place down if they tried, and he hadn’t decided against doing precisely that.
     “No big deal, I just saved his life and everyone elses when I killed Voldemort,” Harry feigned being offended.
     “Merlin! You’re Harry Potter,” the man said and his jaw dropped. “I do recognize you now.”
     “That’s right it is, so I demand that you take us to the patient’s room.”
     “Yes, yes of course,” the man said and he reached for a bulky set of keys. “Just follow me and try to ignore the screams. Most of the inmates are deranged and they like to shout out at visitors.”
     “Inmates?” Harry said. “I don’t think I like the sound of that. I can see several code violations and I haven’t even begun to look around. Who owns and operates this place again?” Harry asked as they meandered down the cold and dirty corridors.
     “Fritz Mungo, Sir. I don’t have anything to do with the poor conditions. Please don’t hex me,” the man said and his lip was trembling.
     “I should. It’s barbaric keeping people locked away like this. I would start looking for a new job,” Harry said and then the wails of the inmates began. It was heartbreaking to Draco to think of his wife in such a place. “Draco, er—I mean Healer Mctavish, I have to shut this place down. This isn’t right. Nobody should be kept here,” Harry said and Draco agreed. “Later, you have to help me write up a report on this place. I’m not sure but the owner of this asylum may be guilty of criminal acts. There have to be laws against such a place even existing.”
     “There are,” Draco said. “Unfortunately, the criminally insane are often overlooked by the Wizengamet, so fucking arseholes like Mungo and his deranged daughter can get away with shit like this!”

__0__

     “Somebody’s coming. Hermione, are you still with me?” Snively asked but I was too cold to answer. My lips had frost on them. I dreamed of Draco and Edmond and in my daydream it was Christmas morning. We were snuggled by the fire as we watched Edmond open his gifts. It was so warm as I laid my head on my husband’s chest. This is the way I wish to die, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and got lost in the wonderful dream.

__0__

     “You have to hurry, she isn’t answering me,” a man said through the keyhole of his cell and Draco recognized his voice.
     “I know I have the key here somewhere,” the guard said and Draco grew impatient.
     “Hurry up!” he shouted and Harry snatched the keys away from the guard.
     “I’m going to need a carriage.”
     “Make it two,” Draco said when he figured out who the man was. It was his former Potions Professor and he seemed awfully worried about Hermione. “We’re getting you out too Professor,” he comforted as Harry at long last found the proper key to unlock the cell.
     “Merlin!” Harry said when he opened the cell and a cold gust of air hit him in the face. “It’s freezing in here, well no wonder there’s a gaping hole in the roof.”
     “No, no, no, Hermione!” Draco shouted when he saw her limp body, curled up on the dingy floor of the cell. He ran to his wife where he knelt and pulled her into his arms. “What have they done to you. I’m so sorry baby. I got here as fast as I could.”
     “Is she alive?” Snively called out through the mouse hole. “Please let her be alive, she’s all I’ve got now,” he cried and Harry went to work helping to free the old man.
     Draco spared no haste as he conjured a blanket and wrapped it around her frozen body. He waved his wand and cast warming spells over her and then he breathed a sigh of relief when a soft moan escaped her lips. “She needs a warm bath and somewhere to rest,” Draco called out.
     “My cabin, it’s nearby,” Snively interjected as he stood in the corridor with Harry Potter. He was hunched over and he looked like he’d aged a good ten years what with the poor conditions he’d been living under. He had a beard as long as Dumbledore’s. Draco shook his head in disbelief.
     “That’s perfect. You will need to be examined too,” Draco said to the old man. “Let’s get them to the carriages. I can’t stand for her to be here not one more second. Blasted bint. I’ll kill her for what she’s done,” Draco seethed as he hoisted Hermione into his arms and carried her out of the godforsaken Asylum.
     “No, you won’t,” Harry Potter corrected. “I’m still an Auror.”

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     Her lips were still tinted blue when they finally arrived at the cabin where he and Hermione had spent their wedding night. It looked exactly the same and that was comforting to Draco. He had nothing but good memories of the place, which was great because he had plenty of bad memories what with finding his beloved wife bound in a strait-jacket and left to die in the freezing Swiss temperatures. “I love you so much. Please come back to me,” he urged as he left the others and carried her into the bathroom. He ran the tap and filled it with warm water and then he began to remove the jacket from his wife. Silent tears streamed down his face as he released her from her binds. How could anyone treat Hermione in such a way, he asked himself and he began to grow angry once more. He stripped her naked and carefully laid her in the tub and then he stripped his own clothes off and got in behind her where he leaned her head against his chest. His body warmth would help her. It definitely couldn’t hurt.
     It was an hour later and she had still not come to. He ran the warm wash cloth over her face and arms, willing her blood to warm and for his beautiful wife to come back to him. When the water cooled he ran the tap again, slowly warming the water as her body thawed. She was breathing, albeit shallow as he caressed her with his warm hands. “I’ll never leave you again. I promise you that,” he whispered in her ear and she stirred against him. “Hermione?” he said softly.
     “Draco?” she stirred again and she snuggled her head into his chest. “I love this dream,” she murmured, still with her eyes closed.
     “It’s no dream. You’re here babydoll, at the cabin where we shared our wedding night. Professor Snively is warming himself by the fire and Harry Potter is even here,” he said and Hermione popped her eyes open.
     “Draco? Is it really you?” she asked and her eyes grew misty.
     “It really is sweetness. We found you in the Asylum, Harry and I. You’re safe now. Nobody can hurt you again.”
     “I’m so cold,” she said and her teeth began to chatter. Draco squeezed the hot wash cloth over her back and she relaxed against him when the warm water sprinkled over her cold skin. “I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I never should have gone to see Janet,” she cried. “Do you love her?”
     “No. I don’t love her baby. I love you.”
     “But she said you made love,” Hermione said and she stared up at him. “Did you sleep with her?”
     “About that. I think I need to explain.”

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A Week in November