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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
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Ron was shouting curses as the three of them were stumbling around the forest they just apparated in. “Is there no one we can trust!” he yelled. Hermione touched her cheek, it felt hot and it hurt. As she looked at her hand she saw that it was smeared with blood. One of the flying shards of glass at Xenofilius’ house must have cut her. He had ratted them out to the deatheaters. But she couldn’t be mad at him, he just wanted his daughter back. Ron, on the other hand, didn’t feel that way. The three of them were stopped dead in their tracks when a group of dark figures appeared in front of them. Snatchers. They staggered back and turned to run. Jinxes were flying over their heads, hitting the trees and sending slivers of sharp wood through the air. Hermione realized it was pointless, they could never get away from them, so she turned around and cast a spell that hit Harry straight in the face. His face swelled up like a blueberry, rendering him unrecognizable. Only seconds later, she felt two strong hands seize her. She struggled against them, but they were too strong. “Don’t touch her!” she heard Ron yell as two snatchers held him. “And what is your name, love” the Snatcher breathed down her neck. “Penelope Clearwater” she whispered, as calmly as she could. “Halfblood” she added. Hermione’s heart sank to her stomach as she watched the snatcher inspect Harry’s face. The faint outline of his scar still visible on his forehead. “We’re not taking this lot to the ministry” he said, mischievously before dragging them off.
Hermione looked around the big room in the manor. It was beautiful. There was a grand chandelier in the middle that looked like it was at least a hundred years old. Given any other circumstances she would have loved being here, in this beautiful room. But today was different. Bellatrix was standing in the middle. Yelling that someone had to go and get Draco. A woman, whom they called Narcissa, rushed out of the room. Leaving them alone with the snatchers and the horrible woman. Suddenly, Bellatrix’s eyes grew big. She had noticed the sword in the hand of one of the snatchers. The atmosphere in the room turned sour as she launched an attack on the snatcher as he told her it was his sword, taken from Hermione. Bellatrix eyes narrowed as she ordered Wormtail to put the boys in the cellar. Hermione was now, utterly alone with this crazy witch.
She grabbed Hermione’s face in her hand, squeezing tight. “How did you get in to my vault” she hissed. “I didn’t go into your vault” Hermione whispered. A wicked smile crept on the woman’s face. “Liar” she screeched. She threw Hermione on the floor and straddled her, pinning her arm to the floor. “How did you get in to my vault” she repeated. Hermione shook her head. “I didn’t” she cried. Hermione cried as the knife sunk into the skin on her arm. The pain was unbearable, she could feel her flesh being ripped apart. “What did you take from my vault” Bellatrix asked her again. “Please, I didn’t take anything” Hermione cried, tears running down her cheeks. “I don’t believe you” the witch hissed, digging the knife deeper into her arm. Hermione yelled and struggled against the woman, but it was futile. Bellatrix grabbed her other arm. “I’m only going to ask you one more time” she told her. “What did you take from my vault, you filthy little thief” she yelled. Hermione shook her head and pleaded her to believe what she was saying. Bellatrix was just going to carve into her other arm when she stopped and looked up. A smile crept on the witch’s face. “Draco, darling, we need you” she smiled. Hermione felt her heart break into a million pieces when she heard his name. She slowly looked up at the boy standing in the doorway, a couple of feet away from her. His gaze was fixed on her, his face contorted in an expression Hermione wasn’t familiar with. “Go get him from the cellar, we need you to tell us if it is him” she hissed. “I’ll be right there, I need to finish with this one first” she smiled. Hermione saw Draco’s hand clasp his wand, his knuckles getting white from the pressure. “Come on now, Draco” Bellatrix encouraged him. Hermione watched Draco as he passed by her, her heart breaking even more. This was more painful than a thousand knives would be. But then, in an instant, she heard him whisper a spell. “Petrificus Totallus” Bellatrix’s body tensed and rolled of Hermione. Freezing as if she were made of stone. Hermione didn’t dare to move. She laid there, as if she were frozen too. Suddenly, he was at her side. “Hermione” he whispered. His eyes scanning her and resting on the bloody arm. Mudlblood was carved in big bloody letters. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa. He gently set her down, grabbing her arm. “Fuck” he muttered under his breath, running his wand over it. He uttered the same curse Snape had used to save him. Vulnera Sanentur. The blood disappeared but the scar remained, forever carved into her pearl skin. He tilted her head to look at her, his beautiful grey eyes looking at her. His gentle hands wiped away the tears on her cheek. “I’m so sorry” he whispered. His fingers trailed the edges of the scar. Hermione looked at her arm and pulled away from him. She didn’t want him to look at the insult on her arm, afraid that he would be reminded of his hatred towards her. He looked at his aunt and pointed his wand at her. “Obliviate” he whispered. Hermione knew what he was doing. He would make her forget that he was ever here, it would be too dangerous otherwise. “I never wanted you to get hurt” he whispered, biting his lip. She looked at him and just as she was about to say something his lips crashed into hers. Hermione’s eyes grew big for a second, but she was too tired to fight him. Her body melted into his as his hands were running through her hair. He slowly broke their kiss, his hand touching her cheek. “Hermione, I…” he never finished that sentence. His wand flew from his hand into Harry’s. Harry and Ron came storming up the stairs. At the same time, Bellatrix woke from her curse and Lucius and Narcissa came barging in. Jinxes were being cast around the room.
“Stop” Yelled Bellatrix in her ear. She was holding a knife to her throat. “What do we have here? Harry Potter, all bright and shiny and new again” she hissed. Hermione stood there, her eyes fixed on Draco. He looked terrified, his mind trying to figure a solution. “Call him” Bellatrix ordered Lucius. Lucius pulled up his sleeve and just as he was about to call the Dark Lord, he looked up. Hermione heard a shrieking noise coming from the big chandelier and she looked up. Dobby was sitting on top of the chandelier and he was trying to cut it loose. And loosen it he did, the chandelier came crashing down towards Hermione and Bellatrix. The lunatic witch let go of Hermione and she ran towards her friends. Ron caught her in his arms and held her close. Dobby ended the fight as he took the wands of Lucius, Narcissa and Bellatrix. He then apparated them out of the room.
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