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Dances with wounded dragons	By : GiantMushroom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Everything related to the universe of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I don't own anything. I do not make any profit on this story.

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@HollyBee: Thank you! I'm indeed working on a part in Malfoy Manor, it'll be up in the next couple of days!
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Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. She looked terrible. Her face looked exhausted. She had hardly gotten any sleep, and if she did she was always having the same nightmare about Draco or the occasional nightmare about Ron. He had left them. She had begged him not to, she had yelled his name as he apparated away from them. He could never return now. Yet again, someone else had left her. Her pool of people was growing thinner with each day. She remembered the day she obliviated her parents to forget all about her. It had been the right thing to do, but it was one of the hardest things she had ever done. They would be safe, living in Australia. Her mind wandered to the other people she had lost, one in particular. Her mind brought her back to the night in the gazebo, the one where she told him that she was falling in love. His embrace had felt amazing, like nothing in the world could harm her in any way. Not true of course, it would only be a matter of hours before the ground would give way under her feet. Hermione was shocked as she saw two small creatures crawl in her lap. The tiny dragon and the tiny Pegasus had crawled up to her, as if they had known she was talking about their maker. Sadly, they didn’t carry any notes this time. Hermione looked at both creatures, they were still as beautiful as ever. She knew she shouldn’t care about what he did, or how he was. But against better judgement, her heart ached for him. The mere thought of him being hurt, made her skin crawl. She wanted to talk to him, she wanted him to tell her that it was all fake, that none of it had ever happened. But he never would. Hermione noticed that Harry was standing next to her, his worried eyes looking into hers. She saw a smile form on his lips as he grabbed her hands. He pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her waist. Hermione was surprised at what he was doing. He was dancing with her like an idiot. He twirled her around on the music. Hermione smiled at him a little, he was trying to make her feel better. After a little while, he pulled her close into an embrace as they slowly danced to the music. She let her head rest on his shoulder. “I miss him too” he whispered in her ear. Little did he know that it wasn’t Ron she was missing.

A couple of nights later, after they had visited Godric’s Hollow, Hermione was alone in the tent. Harry had her wand and was out keeping watch. She didn’t mind being alone in the tent every once in a while. She was sitting on her bed, reading the book Dumbledore had left her. The tales of Beadle the Bard. She had read it ten times over, hoping there was a location of a horcrux in there or something. There wasn’t of course. She laid her head against the wall and sighed. How much longer was this going to take. Suddenly, a tiny ball of white light appeared in the middle of the room. “Harry?” she whispered, but no answer came from outside. All the lights in the room went dark until there was only the little ball of light, floating in the middle of the room. Hermione held her breath. The tiny ball floated towards her and then, a big white wolf was standing right in front of her. Inches from her face, its big eyes as stormy as the eyes of the boy he belonged to. Hermione tried to find her wand by feeling around her, but then she remembered that Harry had it. She cursed herself for having given away her wand at the exact same time the wolf showed up. She wanted to cast hers, she wanted to see the tiny otter annoy the wolf once more. But only seconds later she heard someone yell out her name. It was Harry. She got up, wanting to ask Harry about her wand and left the tent. But then, something stopped her dead in her tracks. In front of her stood the red haired boy that left her weeks earlier. Holing a destroyed horcrux and the sword of Gryffindor. He smiled at her.
“Hey” he said. Hermione felt her blood boil. Hey?! Seriously? Hermione started yelling at him, completely forgetting the wolf in her tent. She threw anything she could get her hands on at him. When she finally calmed down a bit, Ron explained how he got there. Hermione couldn’t help but feel her anger subside a little bit. She suddenly remembered the wolf and her eyes grew big as she ran back into the tent, but there was nothing there. The moment had passed and she had missed it. She felt Ron’s hand on her shoulder, he turned her to look at him and embraced her. Hermione didn’t hug him back, but she didn’t push him away either. The warmth of his hug felt good, but it didn’t feel right.
The next couple of days had been a blur. Harry had been in an exceptional mood because Ron had returned. So the both of them had been talking to each other, playing wizards chess, as if there was no war going on. But now they were finally making plans again. They were going to see Luna’s father. Hermione wanted to know what that bloody symbol meant and Ron apparently decided that in order to make it up to Hermione, he would have to agree with whatever she said. Which was annoying her more than anything. Hermione was sitting at the table, reading another book, when Ron sat down next to her.
“What are you reading?” he asked her. She didn’t look up at him.
“A book” she answered.
I can see that, Captain Obvious” he answered, a smile creeping on his face. It got quiet at the table and Ron was fidgeting with his hands.
“Are you still mad at me for leaving?” he asked. She looked up at him.
“Don’t you know by now?” she asked. “I’m always mad at you” she said, the corners of her mouth pointing upwards a little bit.
“Right” he said, bumping into her with his shoulder.
“You know, I wanted to come back as soon as I left” he whispered. He grabbed her hand and wrapped his around it. “I’m really sorry” he said.
“I know” she answered. She let her head rest on his. It felt nice to have him back.
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