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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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Chapter 12

When Draco awoke the next morning the first thing he did was jump out of his bed and quietly push open the door leading into Hermione's room. His heart slowed when he saw that she was sleeping peacefully, he had been worried that she would have nightmares about her time in captivity. Once he had made sure that she was fine, he took in her sleeping form. Her hair was a mess tangled and spread out over the pillow. Now that she was cleaned up, he could tell that she was a beautiful woman, although she could stand to put on a bit of weight.

Although he knew she was a powerful witch, while she was so physically weak, she looked so vulnerable. The idea of her ever being harmed again was impossible for him to think of, he vowed to himself that he would keep her safe, that she would never have to be put through the pain, both physical or mental, that she had just been though ever again. He stood there for few moments longer before slowly shutting her door and heading to the bathroom to run a bath for himself.

* * *

Hermione was having an amazing dream, for the first time since her capture she was in a luxuriously plush bed, she was warm and clean and she never wanted to wake up. She rolled over in the comfort of the imaginary bed and kept on sleeping.

She woke again an hour later to the sounds of water running and someone humming softly, she sighed and snuggled into the plush bedspread, revelling in the simple comfort of clean sheets and warmth, amazed that it was in fact reality and not in fact a dream as she had thought when she had woken earlier.

She thought about getting up, but decided that after what she'd been through she deserved a little R and R, so she closed her eyes again and pushed thoughts of finding the Order and keeping Draco safe out of her mind. The water stopped running and she heard the soft splashing sound of someone washing, the humming continued and lulled her back into a light sleep.

* * *

After his bath, Draco went and prepared breakfast; scrambled eggs, bacon, grilled tomato, crispy fried potatoes, and thick slices of fresh sourdough bread spread with creamy butter.

He knew Hermione probably wouldn't be able to eat much, but he never wanted her to be even the slightest bit hungry again.

He poured two tall glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, placed everything on a large tray which he flicked his wand at the tray and walked out of the room, the tray hovering in front him.

* * *

Hermione woke up again to the sound and smell of bacon frying, she could hear Draco moving around the kitchen.

She slowly pushed herself upright and arranged the pillows behind her so that she could lean back against them and even just after that simple movement she felt out of breath, she couldn't believe how weak she had let herself become. The strength potion Draco had given her; as well as the adrenaline from their escape, had well and truly worn off now.

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes as she leaned back against the pillows, she felt like she could sleep for a year she was so exhausted. There was a light knock on the door and she called out that Draco could come in. He pushed open the door and held it wide as a steaming breakfast tray floated into the room before him.

After finishing Breakfast, - well, Hermione could only manage a little bit before becoming full, but Draco had no problem polishing off what she didn't eat – Hermione bathed and dressed in more of Pansies old clothes which she charmed to make them fit her now tiny frame.

She then joined Draco in the lounge area and thanked him for breakfast, though her eyes seemed to be thanking him for more than just a good meal. They sat in silence for a while and Hermione pondered ways to, a. find the Order if they weren't still at Grimmauld place – which they weren’t likely to be; and b. get them to trust Draco enough to bring him under their protection.

She commented on the subject to Draco and they started to brainstorm ideas, not that Draco's ideas were particularly useful, not because he wasn't clever, but because he didn't know how Harry or the Order thought, he'd grown up with a completely different way of doing things.

Hermione stood up and began pacing, which was a bad idea as she suddenly found herself clutching the mantelpiece in order to stay standing as a dizzy spell came over her.

Draco jumped to his feet in order to steady her, and he helped her back to the couch. “First things first Hermione” he said seriously, “you need to recover your strength. If we run into any trouble you need to be able to fight.”

“We have to move quickly, I don't know how where the Order is, and if they've heard news of my escape, we could end up doing circles if they then try to find me.” At Draco's dubious look she added “I'll take another strength potion before we go.”

Draco recognised that she was impatient to be back with her friends again. But they needed time to plan and she needed to recover. “Hermione, I'm sure they are clever enough that if they were to look for you they would still leave people at their base camp, which would mean that our chances of finding them would be higher, because they'd have people out searching as well as people back and the headquarters. I know that you know that.” he told her, “and strength potions only last so long, we could be looking for them for days; it's too risky” he said as a matter of fact.

Hermione sighed, she did know all that. But she was impatient to be doing something useful, but she resigned herself to waiting until she had recovered when she considered the fact that her being weak in a crucial moment could not only endanger her life, but also Draco's and any of the Order members who might be with them.

“You're right, I know” she told him with a sigh slumping back in the couch, she itched to be out there finding her friends. “I just can't stand not doing anything.”

“The best thing you can do right now, for yourself and for the Order is to recover.” Draco replied, “You know that the sooner you regain your strength, the sooner we can find them.”

* * *

Over the next few days Hermione continued to plan how they would find the Order, yet no matter how hard she thought she could only think of one way... to simply go to each place she thought they might possibly be, and find them through the process of elimination.

And that was the easy part, there were only a few places that they could have set up as headquarters, other than those there were a few safe houses scattered around, and she was still holding out a weak hope that they would still be at Grimmauld Place; it would be nice to not have to search for long... she missed her friends.

The hardest part would be getting them to accept Draco, there was no way that they would simply let him in with only Hermione to vouch for him. For all they knew Draco had tricked her into believing that he was trying to help her in order to infiltrate the Order. In fact she couldn't be sure that that wasn't what he was doing... although she truly believed him to be trustworthy.

As well as mulling over all of this, Hermione had been working on regaining her strength, it would take her a long time before she fully recovered, but she was making progress every day. She could now walk around the tent with ease, no longer relying on the walls for support, however; she frequently stumbled on her and Draco's walks in the forest, but he was always there to steady her. Despite her improvement she knew she couldn't walk for any long distances, or run even for a little while without becoming fatigued and feeling faint.

She continued to push herself every day, like Draco had said, the sooner she was strong again, the sooner they could find the Order.

Without Draco there to encourage her, she felt that she would have fallen into despair; she had never been so weak, so helpless! She despised the feeling. But Draco's presence soothed her, he was always there to lend a hand or make some witty remark that never failed to make her laugh, and pull her from her mood.

* * *

Draco was worried about Hermione; he was scared each time she stumbled or fell that this was the time that she wouldn't get back up, that she would sit there under the weight of the situation they were in and give up.

Of course, he should have known better, Hermoine Granger was not the type of woman to give up, with or without a fight! But each time he saw her weakened state show, he tried to keep the mood light, entertaining her so that she wouldn't dwell on how weak she was at the moment.

He marvelled at her strength of character, each day she put on a brave face despite the terrors she had been through, despite the war raging around them, despite not knowing what she'd find when they got to the Order headquarters, not knowing how many friends she had lost.

Draco was in awe of her; her beauty, her sharp tongue and wit, her compassion, her strength. Everything about her was appealing to him; but even if she ever returned his feelings, he knew he could never be with her. She deserved so much more than him; he was ashamed of himself for who he had been, for the pain he had caused and the blood he had shed.

He sighed and stroked a tendril of hair out of her face, pushing it behind her ear; she had fallen asleep leaning against his chest as they had sat in front of the fire that evening.

They had been staying in the tent for a little over a week now, and she had improved remarkably. He was pleased to see that there was fullness and colour returning to her cheeks.

They would have to go in search of the Order soon, he dreaded his reception, but he knew that Hermione needed her friends; and he wasn't going to lie to himself... he needed their protection.
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