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Never Mine	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I ran down staircase after staircase, praying that Ginny had gotten to Draco, my heart frozen in fear. Four floors above the Great Hall I could hear the screaming and yelling but I forced myself to push the terror of the children from my mind. I focused solely on my mission. I had the answer; what I didn't have was time.
Draco, please, please listen to me! I know how to fix this, I can save-
BOOM!
The castle shuddered harder this time and I had to grasp a banister to stay on my feet. My stomach plummeted as I looked out the closest window to see a wave of black engulf the white, making its way towards the castle.
The Death Eaters were in.

…
One month, one week and one day earlier…
Madam Pomfrey came in the afternoon to change my bandages and Mrs. Weasley dropped in every couple of hours to press potions or broth on me, the only thing I could swallow still. The fire had dimmed fractionally but I still felt, well, like a ton of fire and wood had been dropped on my back.
The boys brought my homework and their trunks as the Christmas holidays had begun. I was held captive to my bed for the rest of the weekend, squeezing any information I could about Fred and George's whereabouts from Ron, Harry, and Ginny when they visited. Draco, unsurprisingly, kept his distance.
By Monday I'd had enough molly-coddling and felt strong enough to get out of bed alone. My movements were slow and painful, but the fire had reduced to a smolder and the stench was more that I could stand. I wrangled Ginny into placing an Impervious Charm on my back and arms and stepped into the shower for the first time in a week. The pounding water was bliss, easing the cramps in my muscles that had built up from extended bed rest. I had to use my wand to wash my hair as my arms wouldn't reach that high but it felt wonderful to remove the bandages and not have to worry about the water hitting the raw skin.
I had just finished rinsing the last of the suds when the door to the bathroom banged open and the shower curtain was ripped back. I shrieked and covered as much as possible as Draco's seething figure materialized.
"Draco! What in the name of Merlin-"
"Are you intent on killing yourself or do you just enjoy pissing me off?" he snarled.
"What-? Draco, get out!" I shrieked, struggling to cover all of my intimate parts under his scrutinizing gaze.
"Impervious Charm?" he asked, nodding to the water bouncing off an invisible shield a few centimeters away from the skin on my back. I nodded, taken aback, and screeched when he reached into the shower and scooped me into his arms. He yanked a towel off the rack on the wall, draped it over me, and strode across the hall where he dropped me onto my bed and threw the blankets over me.
"Now bloody stay there, you insufferable, reckless, stupid girl!"
With that he stormed out, slamming my door so hard the mirror hanging above the dresser crashed to the floor and shattered. Shaking, I grabbed my wand from the bed stand and repaired the mirror and returned it to its spot on the wall.
Footsteps sounded on the steps and I acted quickly, wrapping the towel around me and throwing myself to the floor as a cover. Harry and Ron burst into the room on queue and hurried over to me.
"What happened?" Harry asked worriedly, the two of them kneeling beside me.
"I fell," I lied, trying to look sheepish.
"What was the crash? It sounded like something broke," Ron said, looking around for the object.
"The mirror, I er, hit the dresser and it fell, but I fixed it. Could you-?"
They helped me up gently but Harry didn't look convinced and he continued to eye me as Ron yanked a sheet over my barely covered frame. "I heard yelling."
"Oh, that was me," I answered lamely. "I was, er, frustrated."
"It sounded like a man," he pressed.
"Did it?" I had to get them out, before I fell apart completely. "Would you two mind stepping out so I can dress?"
They looked at each other and hesitantly started for the door. "We'll send up Ginny," Harry said, looking up to where the molding had splintered on the door frame from Draco's violent departure. I smiled and thanked him and they left me to struggle into a pair of pajama pants alone. I forwent the shirt, knowing the bandages would just have to be replaced anyway, and laid down, exhausted, on new, clean sheets that someone (presumably Mrs. Weasley) had changed while I was showering.
Ginny entered a minute later and brushed out my hair for me silently, braiding it to the side to keep it off my back.
"So, what really happened?" she asked, wrapping a band around the end of the braid. Sighing, I told her the whole story; beginning with Draco's perplexing behavior and ending with his catastrophic exit. She chewed over my words, her eyes intent on me.
"What's going on between you two?" she asked me seriously. I sputtered.
"What? Ginny, there is nothing going on between us!"
"Hmm," was her disbelieving reply.
"Ginny, honestly, there is nothing-"
"Oh, save it for someone who believes you!" Ginny snapped, rising, her arms crossing in a way resembling Mrs. Weasley. "You know, I understand you not telling my brother and Harry about this but I thought we were friends!"
"We are!" I cried, hurt and confused as to how I had made nearly everyone close to me angry at me in such a short amount of time. "Ginny, you know I think of you as my sister!"
"Then try being honest for once!" she said harshly. "I'm not dense, I've heard you talk about him, I've noticed how distant you've become since you started 'tutoring' him, which you neglected to tell me about. Besides, Ron and Harry told me about how he's been tripping all over himself to take care of you these last few days. Mum told us how he didn't leave your side at all until you woke up. Moody sees him sneaking in here every night to watch you and he never even talks to the rest of us. That's not exactly your typical friendship, Hermione."
My heart suddenly felt too big for my chest. "He did all that?"
Ginny surveyed me for a moment and, evidently realizing I was being honest, nodded.
"I didn't know…"
And then I remembered: his soft voice speaking to me through the pain, talking to me while Madam Pomfrey extracted the shard of wood embedded into my charred skin, begging me to hold on, that he needed me…his words soothing me through my nightmares…him yanking me away from Harry and Ron, giving me pain potion while they bickered…waking to find him next to me, watching over me…
"Ginny, what am I supposed to do? I can't, we can't, I didn't mean for this-"
"Why don't you try remembering where your loyalties lie?" Ginny scowled, turning on her heel and heading for the door. "I'll send mum up with your lunch."
"Ginny, please, please don't be angry!" I begged, my heart, which had felt so full at the thought of Draco caring for me, shattered at the thought of all I could lose for feeling for him.
"I just hope, for all of our sakes, that you don't forget what is important. Voldemort killed the Diggorys yesterday. Why don't you keep that in mind while you're shagging his supporters?" she seethed, slamming the door almost as hard as Draco had.
More lost than I'd ever felt in my life I curled into a ball, hating that I couldn't regret falling in love with Draco Abraxas Malfoy.
…
The week dragged on monotonously. Each day it got easier and easier to move and my throat healed so that I was able to eat a soft diet which strengthened me much more rapidly than the broth. Both Ginny and Draco kept a distance: Ginny becoming stony and silent in my presence and Draco keeping to himself, locked in his room three floors above me. The Order bustled in and out, exchanging possible leads and ideas, sharing information and grabbing a quick, hot meal before taking off on more duties.
I joined the boys in their discussions about Fred and George, helped Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen with small tasks, and continued my research on Dark curses, but my heart was not in it. It was stuck in the highest room of the house with the blonde-haired boy who had stolen it and stubbornly refused to give it back. It reminded me almost comically of a child at the lunch table with an apple he didn't want, flaunting it in front of the hungry child who did, but not letting him have it.
Lupin dropped in from time to time, never staying long, his duties with the school. On one of his short visits he reminded me that as soon as I was well enough I was to proceed with Draco's "lessons."
My heart wrenched at having to encounter him after I had just learned that I was in love with him. How could I face him? But I told Lupin that of course I would and I found myself running out of excuses not to. The bandages had come off to be replaced with loose fitting tanks and t-shirts, forcing myself not to put on my own Impervious Charm as the skin needed to breathe and heal, though the fabric against my skin was irritating. I was now blister-free and now a bright, angry red that still required me to sleep on my stomach which was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
Verity sent me an owl every single day inquiring about my health, thanking me in every letter for saving her life, though with each reminder of my risky endeavor I felt all the more foolish. It wasn't my own life that I worried about, but those of the Auror members I had put at further risk with my idiotic scheme. Though I couldn't regret saving Verity, I was finally able to corner Tonks and apologize for putting her in danger and thank her for saving my life. She'd blushed to the tips of her still red hair and murmured something intelligible, knocking over her tea and darting up for a towel.
On Christmas day, a week after I'd fully woken, I was forced to join the others for Christmas lunch. Most of the adults were working overtime at the Ministry, but Tonks, Lupin, and Mrs. Weasley were able to join Ron, Harry, Ginny, and I for the day. I tried to smile and act happy, but the fact that everyone else's cheer was as fake as my own made it difficult to be merry. The only truly enjoyable moment was when Tonks and Lupin finally broke the news about their pregnancy to the room, asking Harry to be the godfather. I'd never seen Harry so happy, tears in his eyes as he hugged them both, clutching his own godfather tightly.
Luna and Neville stopped by as pudding was served, Luna draped in tinsel with mistletoe at her ears. Their happy faces livened up the party more than anything else had and my heart lightened when I saw Ron blush as Luna sat next to him and explained the qualities of mistletoe and why they attracted Nargles so much. I slid another mug of Butterbeer to the stuttering ginger and he grabbed it without even looking away from the object of his admiration.
I was able to slip away as a last round of treacle tart was passed around when Neville dropped the dish handed to him on Ginny's lap and the room was filled with raucous laughter and screams.
I made my way up the stairs heading for the top floor, wishing vaguely that I was wearing something other than one of Harry's baggy t-shirts and jeans. A nice dress, perhaps. Then I shook myself for being stupid. Draco didn't care what I wore. All he cared about was how much information he could glean off of me without divulging any himself.
I opened his door discreetly, knocking once I had passed the Silencing barrier. A quick look around the room showed he was out on the roof, if the wide-open window had anything to say about it. Dreading the pain the climb would cause, I leaned out of the window and looked up. I was just able to reach the roof ledge and from there I would have to pull myself up using only my arms as I wasn't quite tall enough to stand on the window sill at the same time. Resigned, I yanked myself out of the window and jumped the few inches to the ledge and used my feet against the side of the house as leverage to pull myself up, holding back a grunt of discomfort as fire raged across my shoulders and into my lungs.
"Fucking hell, Granger!" Draco cried and I was suddenly being lifted bodily onto the roof by two very strong hands. He held me steady by putting his hands on either side of my head since he couldn't grab my back or arms without causing me further pain. "Are you fucking mental?"
"Maybe I am!" I yelled back, smacking his hands away. It was too much; his atrocious behavior after I had done nothing to him, his cold demeanor towards me, his secrets and lies. I had finally reached the breaking point. "Maybe I am mental for still trying to help you since you so obviously don't want it! Maybe I am mental for reaching out to you, trying to be your friend, when all you do is snub and insult me! And maybe I am mental because despite all of that I lo-"
I gasped and slapped my hands over my mouth, muting the declaration, horrified of what I had almost admitted. His expression turned stony, his body went rigid.
"No."
My heart hammered, betraying me. I felt tears of mortification, of misery, welling up, knowing full well he would never feel the same. It had been fine knowing I loved him when I was the only one who knew of my weakness, but the fact that he knew, that it would be between us forever, was almost more than I could bear.
"I didn't say it!" I whispered, as if speaking these words could erase what I had almost divulged. I saw the fury rise inside him, welling over to stain his cheeks pink. His hands tightened to fists as if this was the only way he could keep them from strangling the unspoken words into non-existence.
"Don't do this, Granger," he growled. His voice was low, dangerous, but it carried, vibrating against my ribs, slamming into my treacherous heart. "Don't you turn this into something it's not."
"I didn't, I'm not-"
"Because I owe you nothing."
"Of course you don't! I never said-"
"When this is all over you will forget I ever existed."
"Draco-"
"Nothing can come if this, Granger!" he roared, the rage emanating from him enough that I took a slippery and treacherous step back towards the edge of the roof. "Do you understand? Nothing!"
"Please, I didn't mean, I just-"
"No, you don't, Granger! You don't love me!"
"I didn't-"
"But you almost did," he lowered his voice so that it resonated between the soft white flakes drifting around us.
"Tell me you weren't about to say it." He closed the distance between up and gripped my arms harshly, ignoring my yelp of pain. "Tell me honestly that you don't love me!"
And finally, after months of pain and grief, sorrow and anger, loneliness and hurt, the tears began to flow, breaking through a carefully constructed dam, spilling the anguish his words caused.
"I can't."
On a groan he yanked me up, kissing me brutally, cruelly, tearing at my emotions as the tears continued to fall. The snow swirled around us, the wind whipping at my hair, unnoticed by either of us as he gathered me to him, pressing me against the warm body I had learned to crave, to need as much as air. My arms wrapped around him, ignoring the pain it caused, for I couldn't feel anything other than his lips upon mine, telling me wordlessly everything he felt and couldn't admit. And the tears that fell against my face were not all mine and I knew, I knew that this couldn't happen, I knew we weren't meant to be together, I knew he wasn't mine to claim, wasn't mine to love.
But I couldn't have cared less about anything right at that moment.
For right at that moment he was in my arms, taking from me everything I had to give, giving me everything I'd ever needed, sharing something we were forbidden to have.
And then he was sliding us down the roof to the ledge, pulling us through the window, never letting go, never releasing my lips, and I just clung to him, trusting him, as he landed on the hardwood and peeled off our damp clothing, dropping it onto the floor as he pressed me backward.
The door was shut and locked, the light dimmed and I was lying on my back in bed, completely bare, staring up at the strong, beautiful body that covered me, before I was swept back up in kisses and caresses and my own explorations of the hot skin and smooth muscle supplied in abundance before me. No part of our bodies weren't touching, no part of us held back. We laid everything out right at that very moment, every reservation, every emotion, every fear and hurt and need and we healed each other, taking the strength from each other that we didn't have within ourselves. I could feel every shudder, every accelerated beat of his heart, every touch, every hot breath, every slide of his tongue against my skin. His hands covered me, exploring every inch, exciting every nerve. I plundered every ridge of lithe muscle, every valley of starvation, every scar that riddled his body and I wondered in it, loving every centimeter, knowing that each and every piece made up the man before me, the one who had stolen my heart more thoroughly than we had stolen the Horcruxes.
His lips descended upon my throat, sneaking to the valley between my breasts and finally making their way to each one, sucking, laving, celebrating. His hands continued to stroke my body, winding me up tight as a bow so that every touch was magnified, driving me wild. I couldn't catch my breath, and didn't want to, because somehow if I breathed in too much it would pop the bubble we had wrapped ourselves so lovingly in.
He meandered down to my stomach, stopping to admire along the way, smirking up at me as his big hands massaged my smooth thighs, making me laugh and then moan endlessly as his head dove between my legs and his lips, tongue, and teeth devoured me. Every new sensation slammed into the next, driving me higher, higher, until I surely must burst.
And when I did, when I cried out in utter ecstasy, he was there, never leaving, never stopping, dragging the pleasure on and on and on until it was bubbling forth again, hot on the heels of the last, threatening to take me over, but he held me just there, just on the peak, waiting for the next assault, and I grabbed his hair, dragging his lips to mine, wanting him as I'd never wanted anything before and nothing, nothing, would keep him from being mine, just for this moment.
I pressed my hips into him, feeling his considerable erection, grinding against it, reveling in the friction, in the way he pressed back, groaning, mine. And then he was holding my hips just so, angling me, sliding against me to position himself right at my entry, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing as I writhed, begging him, Draco. His eyes bore into me, the molten steel melting my very heart, seeking acceptance, and I grabbed him up, bringing his mouth down on mine as he entered me, pressing, stretching, taking everything I had to give him and treasuring it. The sting came and went but he never stopped, never slowed to let it grab hold, pushing us past it, past the pain that we could worry about later, later when it was no longer just us and the world would intrude once more.
As he showed me what the present could hold I no longer cared about the future, nothing mattered so long as he never stopped right this instant, so long as there was another kiss, another thrust, another angle in which I could take him deeper, drag him tighter against me. We moved together, trusting the other to take without question, without judgment; unreserved and untainted. Our slick bodies slid against each other; our fingers grasped, held, our hips undulated, pushing each other to a bliss we'd never imagined.
And then we were riding up together; two souls entwined in a stolen moment of passion, of love and trust and need. Whispered words followed us there, empty promises we needed to hear, endearments and hidden truths riding with us into that impossible oblivion which swallowed us whole, sending us to the stars and beyond and we held and fell back to earth together, a never-ending reassurance.
"Hermione," he sighed, lips pressed against my temple. I tucked my face into his muscular shoulder, drawing from his strength. The word flowed over me, an unspoken regret. Not of this, never of this, but of a word that closed the distance on a world that wasn't ours. And as tears gathered once more, spilled forth onto his neck, he held me tighter and erased the pain that would follow us when our moment was nothing more than a memory.
…
"They'll wonder where I am," I whispered reluctantly. For a minute I didn't think he heard me, but slowly he disentangled himself and pulled out of me. When I flinched at the sharp pinch of his departure, he leaned forward and kissed me softly, soothing my ache with his tenderness.
With a flick of his wrist he cleaned the blood and fluids between us. I raised an eyebrow at his sudden display of wandless magic but he didn't even look at me and began to dress.
I tried to find something to say, anything, to break the tense silence-but there were no words. How did you discuss something like what had just happened between us? What words would be adequate? None. And so none were said.
As I pulled Harry's grey shirt over my head, I head a terrified scream from downstairs.
Ginny.
My heart in my throat, I looked to Draco whose face was white. More screaming sounded from the kitchen and I tore for the door.
"Draco, stay here!" I yelled when he started after me. I slammed the door behind me as he roared and used my own wandless magic to lock him in and dove down the stairs, leaping entire landings and tumbling into walls. The house shook and I heard the sounds of war raging from below. When I got to my bedroom landing I cried "Accio wand!" and it flew into my hand as I jumped to the first-floor landing, hitting hard, my knees collapsing. I had to duck as a streak of green flew over my head from the hall below. I shot a Stunner at the nearest Death Eater and watched him fall. Sprinting down the rest of the steps, I ran into Ginny who was bleeding from the side of her head by the front door.
"They just came with Mundungus!" she cried, pointing to where the thief lay face-down on the floor. I pushed her out of the way of a wayward spell and took in the scene in a split second: Mrs. Black was screaming from her portrait as everyone battled at least a dozen Death Eaters in the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I watched Luna fly across the kitchen table and disappear out of sight, Ron taking up battle with the Death Eater who hit her.
"More are probably on their way!" I glanced around, finding Harry closest to me, having undoubtedly followed Ginny up the stairs, and shouted over the din. "HARRY!"
He screamed "Sectumsempra!" and his assailant fell in a pool of blood before turning to me.
"We have to get out! Take Ginny! Go!" I ran forward and threw him bodily toward the door where Ginny was leaning against the wall, still bleeding profusely. I knew he was torn between the battle and getting Ginny to safety but as Ginny collapsed his heart won out and he scooped her up and ran outside.
I dove into the fray, Stunning a Death Eater who tried to curse Mrs. Weasley from behind. I was slammed into the wall by a rogue Impediment Curse and slumped to the floor, disoriented. Neville accidently blew up the banister in his effort to avenge me which surprisingly succeeded in knocking the Death Eater out by a spinning piece of wood straight to the back of the head. I threw my hands over my face as fragments of the staircase cascaded around me and I felt several slice into my skin by the time I leapt to my feet.
"Sorry!" Neville cried, tripping over the fallen Death Eater. I caught him and pulled him out of the way of a spell.
"Never mind! Neville, can you Aparate?"
"Er-"
I looked toward the door. Why wasn't Harry back yet?
"Neville, get out of the house and wait for Harry, he'll take you someplace safe!"
"No, I'm going to fight with you! Stupefy!"
I didn't have time to argue as I had to duck to avoid a Killing Curse. I watched Ron hit the ground, screaming, and Mrs. Weasley tried to get to him but was hit and slumped to the floor, unconscious.
"We can't hold them much longer!" I screamed to Neville, throwing up a Shield Charm over us. "We can't let them get upstairs, do you hear me? They can't get upstairs!"
I met his eyes to be sure he understood and he nodded and ran forward, joining the fight, prepared to defend the stairs.
I fought for the steps down to the kitchen where the rest of the battle raged, screaming spells while trying to keep Shield Charms over the fallen.
Luna was battling valiantly but she was backed into a corner. I shot spells towards the Death Eaters who had rounded on her, moving towards Ron's prone figure. When I got close enough I shouted "Ennervate!" at his still form and he stirred, but my loss of concentration cost me and I was hit with the Cruciatus Curse and my world was suddenly filled with nothing but agony.
Screams were torn from me as the spell ripped through my body and when it was let up, I had no time to think but flew back into the battle, blowing up the kitchen table, taking out the three Death Eaters who were advancing on Luna. I was able to keep them down with a spell and Luna leapt over them, Stunning a Death Eater behind me. I could hear Harry in the hall above and screamed at Luna to get to him. She nodded and shoved me away from another spell, limping toward the stairs.
I glanced toward Mrs. Weasley, still unmoving on the floor, a Death Eater advancing on her. I tried to Stun him but missed and hit the pantry which caught on fire.
I was instantly thrown back to the twin's shop, the fire pressing in from all sides, the weight pinning me down, I couldn't move…couldn't breathe…couldn't think…
"Hermione, move!" Harry screamed, one arm pushing Luna down as Tonks scrambled on the floor towards Mrs. Weasley. The world rushed back to me and I hurried to help hold off a Death Eater who was diving for Tonks as Ron ran forward to grab Luna, dragging her upstairs. A Killing Curse hit the wall above my head and I screamed, the force of the spell knocking me back into the feet of a Death Eater.
Harry was busy with two Death Eaters, Tonks protecting Mrs. Weasley while trying to hold off another, and Ron, Luna, and Neville were in the hall above fighting for their lives. No one saw as the Death Eater grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to a standing position.
"Where is my son?"
My heart stopped as Lucius Malfoy pressed his wand into my neck. Harry finally felled one Death Eater but was hit by the other and crashed to the floor, writhing. I tried to pull away from Lucius to get to him but he held fast.
"The Dark Lord is on his way," Lucius snarled menacingly. "Now tell me where he is or you all will perish."
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I cried. Tonks looked up at my words and blanched.
"Harry!" I screamed, trying to get Tonks to realize that he was being tortured to death.
And then I was the one on the floor, screaming, the pain ripping through me, rendering me completely useless. It went on and on and on, tearing me to pieces and burning them. I was choking, gagging on the agony, my world going white and then twisting to black. I screamed until my voice broke, until I thought that I must surely die, and then it stopped I was completely spent, barely able to breathe.
"Hermione, run!" Harry screamed. I rolled my head up to see where he was fighting another Death Eater while trying to move towards me. My body fought me as I struggled to my hands and knees, trying to get to him. My foot was caught beneath something and I turned to see Lucius sprawled over my legs, his eyes wide, unblinking. I swallowed the bile in my throat, kicking him from me, and crawled until Harry grabbed my arm, pulling me up.
"Harry, he's coming!" I croaked, leaning on him as he dragged me toward the stairs.
"I know, I know! We have to get out of here now!" he cried, shoving me towards the stairs.
Tonks was helping Mrs. Weasley to her feet and she and Harry each took one of her arms to help her up the steps. Death Eaters littered the ground, knocked out or, in Lucius' case, dead.
"Ron?" I asked as we stumbled up the steps.
"He took Neville and Luna," Harry explained. "Neville's in a bad state."
When we reached the hall, I stopped at the stairs while the others darted past out the door.
"Harry, take Mrs. Weasley and Tonks, I'll meet you at the Burrow," I said, running up the first few steps before I was yanked back.
Harry looked at me like I was insane. "You're not risking your life for him, not again!"
"I'll meet you there, it's you he wants! Tonks, get him out of here!" I screamed. We met eyes and she darted back into the house as Mrs. Weasley Apparated away. Tonks grabbed Harry and dragged him bodily outside as he screamed, but I didn't wait to see if they made it out as I ran up the stairs, the sounds of dozens of Apparitions ringing in my ears.
…

SickPuppy: Drugged Malfoy=Best Malfoy ;) and isn't he the most frustrating?! Hopefully this soothed your anxiety a bit! I'm excited to hear what you think!
Mumoftrips: Hopefully this one kept you at the edge of your seat as well! Glad you're enjoying, hope you liked the chapter!

A/N: I messed up on the timeline a little (lot) but I fixed it. If you didn't notice, GREAT! If you did, apologies! Little Ryn is only human afterall. As always, I'd love some love if you love it :)

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