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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
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A/N: This chapter contains material that some readers may find upsetting. Please check the tags for warnings.
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Draco woke slowly, a feeling of contentment stealing over him. It was a feeling he wasn't familiar with but he could easily get used to. It was still dark, still nighttime, they had probably only slept for a few hours, but it was the best sleep he'd had in longer than he could remember. He itched to stretch his aching limbs but Hermione was slumbering peacefully on his chest and he didn't have the heart to wake her. A small smile was curved on her plump pink lips, her cheeks still flushed from their love-making. For that's surely what it had been.
They had made love, another new experience. He had never made love to any woman, he'd never wanted to. He had needs, they were filled. He fucked women, enjoyed making them come, enjoyed the sweaty writhing of heated bodies. That's what he did. But with Hermione…everything was so brilliantly different. He'd wanted to make it as special for her as possible, she deserved it.
His hand absently rubbed her upper arm with the back of his knuckles while he thought about the night they had just shared, how responsive she had been, how sweetly innocent. He grew hard remembering the way she had arched into him, the way her fingers had dug into his back and shoulders which he was sure was covered in her scratch marks. He could easily remove them with a simple spell, but he thought of them as war wounds which were to be worn proudly.
Draco closed his eyes at the memory of breaking through that thin membrane, that prize she had given to him, only him. It had taken every ounce of his restraint to hold back and allow her to adjust, but he'd found after only a few moments how much he enjoyed holding her trembling body, soothing her while he was buried deep inside her. He worried that he had been too rough at the end. She had been so unbelievably tight he felt like he would rip her in half. He knew he was well endowed, which was typically a point of pride, but he'd never had a girl as tiny as Hermione. But she had been begging him for more; he remembered how she strained up to meet him at every thrust and that in itself had nearly sent him over the edge.
He was hard as a rock now just thinking about it, wanting her all over again. If he were to live a thousand lifetimes his need for her would never be sated. She had bewitched him, captured him in her tangled web of unrelenting courage, hard-headed stubbornness, sharp intellect, and her limitless understanding. He couldn't think of one thing that turned him off about her, not anymore. Not even knowing she was Muggle-born bothered him anymore, it was merely a fact. She had Muggle parents but she was a witch.
He didn't understand how that happened and maybe that's why he had been so easy to mold as a child. His ignorance had made him a perfect candidate for hate. He could remember easily how his blood would boil just thinking about Muggles or Muggle-borns being in his presence. They hadn't deserved to lick the ground he walked on.
Now that he was older and he had seen what he had seen, the endless torture, the pleading, the faces that looked just like his own being raped and mutilated before his eyes had him realizing one important fact; they were human. Just like him. They had feelings and families, they had hopes and dreams and ambitions. And yet here he was, standing amongst murderers and blindly torturing innocent souls for the sick pleasure of a depraved man.
He looked down at the image branded on the arm which was currently wrapped around Hermione and it made him sick. Draco had worried that Hermione would reject him when she saw it, which is why he had allowed her to bathe him, giving her adequate time to tell him off, call him a murderer, run from him screaming. But she'd kissed it, telling him wordlessly that she didn't care about the stupid Mark, she cared about him.
He'd fallen for her right then. Because Hermione, unlike he, knew that one action did not a man make. She saw past that hateful image and to the man he was today, the man he was growing into, a man Draco liked infinitely better than the one he'd left back home.
He remembered the very first torture session he'd been assigned to after receiving his Mark the summer going into his sixth year. It had been a muggle man who had been locked in the dungeons of the Manor for reasons unknown to Draco. He had looked like an older version of himself; he could have been Lucius' own brother. He had pleaded with Draco to release him, to let him get back to his wife, Nancy, and their two daughters, one of which was only a few weeks old. This had been just after he had been told he would be responsible for killing Dumbledore and if he failed, his parents would suffer the consequences.
At first he had thought the man pitiful, his begging a disgusting display of weakness. But the man proceeded to show him pictures of his two daughters and his beautiful wife. The man had gone on and on about the accomplishments of his daughters, how his three-year-old was learning to tie her shoes and could sing the alphabet, how his newborn baby was already starting to hold up her head. He talked about his wife and how she was a nurse and she volunteered in soup kitchens for the homeless. He told Draco about her love for grilled-cheese sandwiches and Italian music.
For the very first time, Draco felt a sadness he had never felt before. If his father had been in the man's place he would never have been bragging to his captors about Draco or his mother. He wouldn't be flashing photos that he carried with him and Draco highly doubted he knew one thing his mother enjoyed. Lucius was forever berating Draco for all he did wrong, and he couldn't remember any time his father had told him 'good job' or boasted about his accomplishments to others. In his father's eyes, Draco's biggest accomplishment was earning the mission he had received and he knew his father's wrath would be extensive if he failed.
Draco had already felt sick about having to kill Professor Dumbledore, the most powerful man they were up against. They might as well have just told him to kill Potter and everyone else in the Order while he was at it. Draco knew it was unlikely he would actually succeed in his mission, especially since he had no wish to kill Professor Dumbledore in the first place. He was the only one who had ever offered a sense of understanding instead of immediate loathing at the sound of his surname.
When the muggle man had been dragged out, screaming, Draco saw the picture of his small family fall out of his hand and drift to the dirty stone floor. Glancing around to make sure no one had been looking, he had picked up the picture and pocketed it. For the rest of the year he remembered going back to it, digging to the bottom of his trunk to find the magic box his Aunt Bella had given him to lock away personal items. He would pull out the still picture (which honestly creeped him out) and looked at the smiling faces, knowing that his father had killed these young children's father before they really had a chance to know him. The man's wife would still be grieving, forced to take care of the children they had made together on her own and go to sleep in an empty bed where her husband should have been lying beside her.
His heart had begun to shatter the cold exterior it was so well known for. As his pathetic attempt to poison Dumbledore failed, relief overcame him, knowing that if he succeeded in his task, he would truly lose himself forever.
Hermione shifted next to him and Draco's mind rushed back to the present where Hermione Granger, the know-it-all, Muggle-born Gryffindor whom he had loathed so much, was in his arms, resting after the love they had made together. His hard exterior was eroding faster than he could stop it. It had begun last year and now, with Hermione's help, it was almost all a mere memory of who he used to be. He had changed so much more than he could ever have imagined. He didn't want to be a Death Eater, didn't want to kill and torture people whose parentage was "soiled" or the heroes who stood up against the terror that the Dark Lord unleashed.
And Draco knew, without a doubt, that his second mission, to kill the woman in his arms, would fail even more resoundingly than his first.
When Hermione's chocolate brown eyes locked on to his and she smiled that sexy smile he knew he was hooked. He could imagine waking to her every day for the rest of his life, looking forward to her sweet kisses when he opened his eyes, going to bed every night with her by his side.
Not that would ever tell her this. He could never tell anyone. It was too dangerous to love her, too dangerous to keep her selfishly his. They would be hunted down, constant prey to both sides. Hermione belonged with her people and Draco belonged with his. He would forget about Hermione, what they had shared, what they could share, if only they were given the chance.
And somehow, some way, he would have to figure out how to save her from the grips of the Dark Lord who so desperately wanted to see her destroyed.
"What are you thinking about?" Hermione asked while her fingers drew circles on his chest, ripping him from his morbid thoughts. Just the sensation of her fingertips grazing his chest turned him on and he was once again growing beneath the sheets.
"You," he answered semi-truthfully, wondering what she would say if she knew the thoughts swimming in his mind. She smiled again and his heart broke a little more, knowing he didn't deserve it, he would never deserve her.
But he had her now.
Shaking the image of Hermione's cold, lifeless body by his own hand from his mind, he descended to take her lips in his, allowing her to erase those images, to help him destroy his former self once and for all. He pushed her onto her back and she sighed, her arms coming up to hold him while her legs circled his hips. She rose to him instantly and his mind went white with want. He tried to remember that she would be sore but when he cupped her breast and she moaned, arching up to him, he forgot.
Her hand was making its way to his erection when there was a loud crash!
Draco flew into action, ripping himself away from Hermione who had jumped at the noise and positioning himself in front of her. A large man in a black cloak with the hood drawn up had landed on their table, breaking it to pieces. He had already clambered to his feet and was charging at them. With a wave of the large man's hand Draco was wrapped from head to toe in tight cords which dug painfully into his skin. He yelled, careening sideways as he unbalanced and Hermione screamed as Draco was thrown to the wall where he hit jarringly and flopped onto his face on the floor. When she screamed again Draco struggled against his bindings, trying to flip himself over to see what was happening, to help Hermione. He heard another crash and his heart sank.
"Hermione!" he bellowed, his yell muffled by the dusty floor. The bindings suddenly sprang off him and Draco pushed himself to his feet where he was greeted by a naked and shaking Hermione who flew into his arms before he could even stand. His head pounded from where he had smashed it against the wall and his vision tilted dangerously as he rose with her.
"We have to hurry, get your things, more are probably coming," he said, urging her forward. The Tracker lay unconscious and bleeding from his skull on the floor by the opposite wall. Hermione quickly gathered her dress and threw it on while he did the same with his still damp hose and tunic, checking the small pouch to ensure their items were still nestled safely inside.
Draco grabbed Hermione's hand before she even had time to do up her stays and pulled her to the door when a crack! announced the arrival of another Tracker. They were thrown against the door they had been about to exit and they fell to the ground. Draco tried to cover Hermione but he was hit with none other than the Cruciatus Curse. He tried not to cry out but his jaw unclenched itself and yells were ripped from him as the all-consuming pain surrounded him. His bones snapped, his muscles ripped, his blood boiled, and his skin was being torn from his body. He couldn't see, couldn't think past the pain.
It stopped suddenly and he was left gasping on the ground, his only thought was to get to Hermione and get her safe. But she was at his side, tugging at him, trying to pull him to his feet. She had saved him again; the second man now sprawled in an impossible angle on the floor. Her lip was bleeding and Draco felt guilt assail him as he had no idea what had happened while he'd been writhing on the ground.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, taking his weight as he clambered to his feet.
His legs felt like jelly, his whole body weak and throbbing in the aftermath of the curse he had felt too many times to count.
He ignored her question and dragged her face into his hands, swiping at the blood on her chin. "Did he hurt you, are you okay?" he questioned her, looking for more traces of injury but she shook her head.
"I'm fine, it's just a scratch. We have to go," she said and he took her hand, yanking her out the door. They flew down the stairs, through the empty dining hall, and into the night where the rain had thankfully ceased. Hermione tugged him to the left, weaving them between buildings and down small alleyways.
He followed her wordlessly, knowing she would steer him right as they splashed through the mud, skidding and pulling each other forward through the village.
They turned down a dark alleyway and a man Apparated in front of them and they had to skid to a halt to keep from crashing head-long into him. Hermione screeched in surprise and waved her hand sending the man flying. Another flick of her wrist had the man bound in ropes as he himself had been. He was about to congratulate her on her quick work but she was suddenly thrown to the ground, tugging him down with her as he still had her hand.
Draco turned to see the perpetrator running towards them and Draco released Hermione to face his adversary. The man's arms flew up and Draco ducked the on-coming red flame.
Flaggrantia! he pushed towards the Tracker with alarming force. The man was thrown backwards and began screaming in pain, tearing at his skin which Draco knew would feel as it were on fire. Petrificus Totalis! he waved almost lazily at the writhing man. He sprung straight as a board and stayed there, his eyes screaming in the pain his earlier curse was inflicting. The man would soon be tortured to death if his companions didn't find him soon, but Draco couldn't care less if the man lived or not.
Draco knelt to Hermione's side who was slowly sitting up, clutching her side.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, grabbing her upper arm and helping her stand which made her wince. She shook her head but looked pale.
"Are you sure?" He didn't believe her. She was moving too slowly, too stiffly and she was far too wan for his taste.
"Yes, I'm sure, just a little dizzy is all. Come on, let's move. I don't want to wait for another one to find us."
Draco didn't argue although he wanted to. She was right, they couldn't wait around, they'd been stupid to have used magic in the first place.
He put his hand between her shoulder blades and hastened her forward. He allowed her to lead the way to wherever they were going for she hadn't told him. He could hear more Trackers Apparating behind them and he kept Hermione in front of him, pushing her faster as her gait had slowed considerably. They ducked around a corner and Draco heard spells whizzing past them and crashing into the side of a hut as he yanked Hermione out of danger's path.
Draco wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulders, pulling her with him as she continued to falter. His heart hammered with fear wondering how badly she'd been injured by the unknown spell she'd been hit with.
He threw up a shield when the Trackers flew around the corner behind them and silent spells bounced off the barrier. One hit the shield so forcefully his entire arm burned and he yelled out in pain, cradling it to his chest. He threw Hermione roughly to the ground when a spell headed her way but he was hit in the back by a powerful Impediment Curse. Draco hit the ground hard, sliding a few centimeters in the muck. He heard Hermione throw up another Shield Charm while her other hand grabbed the back of his tunic, tugging him upward.
"Draco come on, please!" Hermione cried, dropping the shield in order to use her other hand to pull at his useless body. The men were less than two meters away when he was finally able to struggle to his feet, but it was too late.
One of the large men hurled himself at them and collided with the two teenagers, bringing them down roughly. Draco felt the man's hand at his throat, cutting off his air supply. He kicked out, trying to knock the man off but the other two men where there, locking Draco in place with a quick spell. He could hear Hermione screaming and tugging at the man's hand which was still pressing on Draco's jugular, one hand flying out to catch the other two who yelled and fell back. She turned back to the man who was strangling Draco to death as he lie helpless, but the beefy man backhanded her fiercely, knocking her to the ground.
Draco could feel his face burning and his lungs searing, fear stabbing him as he was helpless to protect Hermione who was screaming. Stars popped up in front of his eyes as he watched Hermione being pulled up by one of the men, her cries tearing him up inside while he tried to fight off the curse that kept him immobile. He watched helplessly as one man held her still while the other man came forward and slapped her, her head whipping to the side.
"Well, well, well, look who we finally got!" the man that had slapped her drawled. Hermione struggled uselessly in the other man's grasp.
"You're choking him! Stop! Stop, please, I'll do anything!" she cried, tears rolling down her face as she fought to get to him. Draco was losing consciousness. He fought to stay awake, but the pain drove him towards the blissful blackness...
"Anything?" he heard the slimy man say. No, Hermione don't! They'll rape you, kill you, get away, run, go! His mind screamed uselessly. But his heart sank when he heard her acquiesce.
The pressure on his throat vanished and he sucked in painful breaths, coughs wrenched from his chest, but unable to escape his sealed lips. His body slowly regulated itself as the buzzing in his ears died and was filled instead with Hermione's sobs and the sounds of the Tracker's voices.
"Dorshire, hold 'er tight. Now, my lady, let's see wha's beneath that nice little dress o' yers," the disgusting pervert said. Draco watched in horror as he grabbed her breasts tightly in his hands over the fabric of her gown while she yanked back, sobbing. Draco tried to scream, yell, move, do anything, but the spell held him in position on the ground. The man cackled and ripped the dress, exposing her breasts to the cold night air and the other men's eyes.
Draco felt his insides ripping into pieces. He felt physically ill as he watched the man grope and fondle her while she whimpered uselessly, slamming her eyes closed, allowing him to do as he wished in exchange for Draco's life. She flinched and cried out when his teeth clamped onto a nipple and Draco though he might be sick.
The man backhanded her across her face hard yelling, "Do ye wan' yer man here ta get it? Stop yer fussin'! Yer gettin' wha' ye deserve! Think ye can hide from us? Think ye can outsmart us, eh? Yer nothin' compared ta us! We're da on'y real wizards! Yer just filth!" He slapped her again and she slumped in Dorshire's arms, his beefy arms tight around her middle. Dorshire yanked her back to a standing position and the slimy git began his assault on her person once more, kissing and licking her breasts, bruising them with his teeth and hands while he growled in delight and Hermione sobbed quietly, her face turned away. Draco plead with her silently to fight, to get away, that he wasn't worth this, but she held steadfast, allowing the assault to continue so that his worthless self could keep breathing.
Draco felt an unprecedented rage fill him when the man who had nearly strangled Draco to death came up to her.
"C'mon, Amery. Share a li'l." Amery stepped aside with a grin while the second man stood in front of Hermione. This man did the same as the first, ravaging her breasts and spewing filth about her, grabbing her face and pressing his dirty mouth against hers, her face screwed up in disgust and fear. Amery sauntered over to Draco with a sneer while his friend continued.
"Like wha' yeh see?" he grinned. "How abou' a closer looksi?" Draco was lifted to a standing position, floating a few inches off the ground until he was less than a meter from Hermione who was trembling harshly, being held up by the two beefy arms around her waist, her arms pinned to her sides. Draco tried to catch her eye, to signal to her to fight, but she refused to meet his gaze, her face turned away from him.
"Ah, now tha's not very nice," Amery said, his companion still latched to her breast. "Why don' you look at yer man, show 'im 'ow much ye like Marius touchin' ye?"
Amery reached over and grabbed her face, yanking it towards Draco until her dead eyes were on his, tears flooding her cheeks. Marius laughed and gripped the bottom of her dress, yanking it up to expose the rest of her to the men who hooted with delight. Her eyes snapped shut in humiliation and Draco wanted to die.
"Hey! Wha's goin' on down there?" A man with a lantern appeared at the entrance of their alley way. "Wha- get yer bloody hands offa her! Ye good-fer-nuthin' vermin!" The man ran towards them until he saw Draco floating. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking from one face to another. "What tha 'ell?"
Amery turned to where he was looking, cursed, and Draco slumped to the ground, the spell removed. Before Amery could curse him again Draco launched himself at his knees, knocking him to the ground with a furious yell, pulling back his fist and smashing it into his face while the man with the lantern rushed forward to help. Amery's fragile facial bones snapped beneath Draco's onslaught as he pounded into him over and over, sickeningly wet sounds falling from his lips between blows. Draco buried the pain of Hermione's tortured gaze into the destruction of the man before him until the face beneath him was an unrecognizable mess of blood and bone, one of his eyes bulging from its socket.
Hermione's scream yanked Draco back to the present and he whipped around, striking down the man who held Hermione with a well-placed Avada. He slumped, taking Hermione down with him and Draco darted forward, dragging her from the dead man's clutches and into his arms.
He turned to where Marius was being attacked by their rescuer, screaming in pain as the man cracked the lantern across his face and he dropped, smacking at the flames which erupted on his head. Draco lifted his hand, driving his fury at the rapist and the flames increased tenfold, consuming the man whose screams multiplied and the Muggle backed away, terrified.
Draco Stunned the good samaritan, cushioning his fall so as not to hurt the man, before turning his attention to the trembling woman in his arms, the screams of the burning Marius quieting as he succumbed.
"Are you alright? Are you okay?" she asked through her tears before he could say anything, grabbing his face in her hands and looking at him. He knew he must look a mess having been thrown in the dirt so many times.
"I'm fine," he assured her, brushing the blood-soaked hair from her face gently, fear and guilt tearing at his insides. "Hermione, I'm so sorry, I tried to get to you-"
"I know," she hushed, stroking his cheek. "It's not your fault. I'm alright, I am."
Draco shook his head, cradling her battered face. "No, you're not," he croaked, taking in every bruise, every cut, each one slicing through his heart like shards of glass. "But you're safe now, I've got you, and I swear to every deity there is that they'll never touch you again, no one will ever touch you-"
Hermione pulled him into her arms as his voice cracked, emotion clogging his throat. He hugged her close, needing, for just a moment, to ground himself. He would never forget what he'd seen; never forget the fear in her eyes, his utter helplessness. He was shaking as much as she and he felt weak. He was supposed to be strong, be a Malfoy, but this woman tore down every defense he'd ever built until he was raw, completely and utterly shattered by her. Hermione stroked his hair and spoke softly to him.
"It's not your fault, Draco. You can't blame yourself. There was nothing you could do. You saved me. You saved me before anything really bad could happen. All they did was touch me. They were vulgar and disgusting, but they didn't really hurt me. You stopped them, that's all that matters."
"But not soon enough," he croaked, burying his face in her hair. "Not soon enough. I couldn't stop it." He felt worse than the lowest vermin. He'd murdered innocent men with barely a twitch of his arm, but when it came down to it, when it really mattered, he hadn't been able to protect the one person in his life who meant anything to him. He'd never forgive himself.
"But you did. You stopped it before anything really bad could happen. I won't allow you to blame yourself."
He drew her back and kissed her gently, letting her know that she was his and no one else's. He was afraid his touch would frighten her after what those men had done, but she welcomed it, kissing him back with eager enthusiasm. He pulled back and looked at her. She'd somehow repaired her dress without him noticing and her cloak was wrapped tightly around her, but he could still see bite marks on her cleavage. He was hardly a Healer but he had picked up a few spells that had helped him get through the brutal trainings he'd been forced to endure. He ran his hand which emitted a soft golden glow over every cut and bruise, watching them disappear as she sighed in relief.
"Thank you," she whispered after the last gash on her cheekbone knitted itself. He dropped a soft kiss where the mark had been, his eyes closing as he fought back the images of those monsters touching her.
"We have to go," he murmured, pulling her back slightly. She nodded and he pulled her up gently. Her gaze turned to the man who was still burning brightly, the sickening smell of melted flesh stinging their nostrils. Draco doused the flames as Hermione turned to the other two men. One glance at Amery and she gasped, turning away. She gazed wearily Dorshire.
"Is he-?"
Draco clenched his jaw but didn't answer. Hermione swallowed and with a wave of her hand all three men disappeared.
"Where did you send them?" he asked.
"To the dungeons where we were taken back in the city. It's where I left the others."
"Hopefully they'll take this as a warning," Draco said darkly. "I'll kill every last one for what they've done."
He expected her to yell at him, to tell him off, call him a murderous monster. When she didn't, he asked her why. She looked up at him calmly.
"Do you think I haven't killed too, Draco?" she whispered. The words were like a punch to his stomach. What had this war done to her? "Because I have, and I will again. I don't know that I would have done any different if it had been you they were torturing."
Draco was speechless. He dragged her back into his arms, overwhelmed by the myriad emotions roiling through him. He knew what it took from him to murder, he couldn't imagine what it stole from her.
"What about that man?" she whispered. "We can't just leave him here, he saved us."
Draco turned and Levitated the man off the ground, carrying him to a cart full of hay sitting next to a little hut. He laid the man down gently, muttering Obliviate! He thanked the Muggle wordlessly and Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder.
"We need to go," she said. "And no more magic. We can do without. I can't stand another attack from those men. I had no idea they would be so…ruthless."
Draco remembered Milo telling him to watch his back. Now Draco finally understood why he had been so adamant about it. Hermione led the way, clutching her cloak tightly around her and they only walked through the town for about ten minutes before they came to the River Thames. Hermione looked up and down the river's edge before spotting a dock with several different sized boats tied to posts jutting up on it. She chose a small one towards the end, stiffly untying the rope that anchored it.
"Get into the skiff first and I will push off," she said, motioning him towards the closest one and holding it still for him. Draco did as he was told as he knew less than nothing about "skiffs."
He looked unenthusiastically at the skiff. It was probably two meters long and a meter wide, one end coming to a point. There were two benches and a round bottom. He placed one foot in the little boat and it rocked wildly so he yanked he foot back, cursing.
"Careful, Draco. Distribute your weight evenly and sit down quickly."
He tried, he really did, but the damn this swayed every time he made the smallest movement. He sort of toppled into the skiff while it bobbed dangerously. Water spilled in and gathered on the bottom and Hermione clucked angrily.
"See? That's what happens when you don't distribute your weight!" she snapped. "I told you what to do, why didn't you listen? Oh, that's right, because you're a Malfoy. You do what you damn well please."
Draco looked up at her so fast his neck popped. "Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are? Just because you Muggles aren't smart enough to think of a better way of transportation doesn't mean you have to take it out on me when the damn thing malfunctions!" He struggled into a sitting position while the plank of wood swayed back and forth.
"I am not a Muggle, you imbecile! I'm a witch and a bloody good one at that!" she screeched. She ripped at the rope anchoring the tiny boat to the dock and finally pulled it loose. Gripping the front of the boat, she dragged it back around the end of the dock and held it still while she placed one foot in the boat and used the other one to push off the dock. The skiff barely swayed at all when she sat down which fed Draco's anger for he was hoping to throw it in her face when the boat tipped as she got in.
Hermione sat lightly on the bench at the back of the boat and Draco didn't miss the wince as she adjusted though he was too peeved to ask her about it. She retrieved two sticks from beneath the benches that were flat at one end and stuck them in little slots dug into the side of the boat. She dipped the flat ends into the water and pulled them back together and the small boat was soon caught in the current of the river. They floated further towards the middle of the river and she kept up with the pushing and pulling of the sticks. Her face was soon flushed and tendrils of hair stuck to her sweaty brow, her face looking pained.
"Go to sleep," she snapped when she caught him looking at her. But Draco continued watching her, noticing her wince with every tug of the sticks.
"Are you al-"
"I said go to sleep!" she screeched shrilly, tears filling her eyes.
Draco glared at her and was about to tell her off for being a bossy bitch but he curbed his tongue. He shouldn't have snapped back at her earlier. She was upset, she'd just been molested. He should be considerate and instead he had allowed his own anger to take control and lashed out at considered apologizing, but the look on her face told him to was best to just leave it alone.
He leaned back on his bench so his head could rest on the front of the boat. It was far from comfortable but he figured it was the best he was going to get. He tried not to concentrate on the throbbing pain of his body and closed his eyes, allowing the rocking of the skiff and the sounds of the water around him to ease him to sleep.
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