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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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- 13
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Chapter 13

After they had been in the forest for just under a month, they decided it was past time that they packed up the tent and went in search of the Order. Hermione had made great progress when it came to her strength, and with the help of a strength potion she thought that she would almost be back to her old self.

After packing up the tent, Hermione and Draco ensured that there was no trace of their stay left behind, Hermione removed the wards that had protected them for the duration of their stay in the forest, and they apparated away, making several jumps in case of the unlikely event that someone managed to find their camping site and tracked them from there.

The logical place to start was Grimmauld Place; however, since Hermione had been made the secret keeper she knew they wouldn’t find anyone there – they would have left as soon as she was captured just in case she was forced into divulging their location. On the other hand because she was still secret keeper when she told Draco the address he was also able to see the house appear and enter the property with her.

As Hermione had expected the place was deserted, there was no trace of the Order anywhere. Hermione and Draco looked around the house in case the Order had left any kind of clue to their current whereabouts that Hermione might be able to follow. Kreacher was nowhere to be found, and even if he had been there, he wouldn't have answered any of Hermione's questions, based on prejudice, and he wouldn't be able to answer Draco because it would be disobeying Harry. Although Hermione wasn't too sure if when faced with a Pure Blood member of the Black family Harry's orders wouldn't simply be disobeyed; Kreacher would have loved to serve Draco.

Chances were that Harry had realised the risk that Kreacher would have posed if he was left behind, and took him along with the Order to their new location.

Hermione gave up on finding any clues to the Orders whereabouts, it would have been too risky she supposed, in case Death Eaters searched the place and managed to figure the clues out themselves. She went up to the room that she and Ginny had shared before she had been captured to grab some of her own clothes and belongings, and as she closed the door her eyes caught on a shell magically stuck on the front of the door, she was quite sure that the decoration hadn’t been there the last time she was here... and then it struck her, Shell Cottage! They had left a clue after all!

She ran down the stairs to share the news with Draco, speaking too loudly in her excitement and accidently waking the Painting of old Mrs Black, who gave Draco a fright when she started yelling about how she was shocked to see Draco turned a Blood Traitor, and how she had expected more from the son of her Niece and Lucius Malfoy, that he should be ashamed of himself for consorting with filthy mudbloods. Hermione hoped that the paintings words wouldn't ring home with Draco, and make him rethink his decision to desert the Death Eaters, but when she looked at Draco he was scowling at the painting, clearly not impressed with what the old woman had to say.

They decided, since it was already evening, to spend the night at Grimmauld Place before going to the cottage the next morning, and so after eating some food they had brought with them, they made up the beds in Hermione and Ginny’s room and got an early night, not knowing what to expect to find at Shell Cottage the next day.

Hermione was eager to get going in the morning and as soon as she had shut the door behind them, she grabbed Draco’s arm and apparated to the small cottage on the seaside owned by Ron’s brother, Bill, and his wife, Fleur. Because Hermione wasn’t the secret keeper of Shell Cottage, Harry was, Draco was unable to even see the small cottage, and so Hermione asked him to wait when they reached the fence surrounding the cottages garden, while she continued inside to see if the Order were indeed here, and to get Harry to come out and allow Draco access. She squeezed Draco’s hand before opening the gate and walked nervously up to the front door of the cottage and knocked.

The door was opened by Molly Weasley whose mouth dropped open at the sight of Hermione standing in the doorway, she was so surprised to see her that she didn’t notice Draco standing just outside the property before she had ushered Hermione inside and pulled her into a huge a hug.

“Hermione? Is it really you?” gushed Molly, wiping tears from her cheeks. “Arthur! Harry! Everyone come quickly!” she called into the house, “Hermione’s back!” the cottage was suddenly full of the sound of footsteps as just about the entire Order came rushing into the room. Suddenly she had three wands pointed at her; Arthur Weasley, Harry and Ginny all started firing questions at her. Hermione laughed and a tear trickled down her cheek, she had missed her friends so much.

“Slow down, guys, I can’t answer all three questions at once.” She smiled at them wiping her eyes.

Arthur went first with “How did you find us?” to which Hermione pulled out the shell she had taken off the door at Grimmauld Place and held it up.

“When did you, Ron and I become friends?” asked Harry

“Well, that’s an easy one Harry. You and Ron have been friends ever since sitting together on the Hogwarts express at the start of our first year, and you became friends with me after you saved me from the troll in the girls bathroom.”

“Who was the first person you ever slept with?” Asked Ginny next, surprising Hermione, who definitely hadn’t expected that; but she answered anyway, “Is that a trick question, Gin? I’ve never slept with anyone.” She blushed as she glanced at Molly and Arthur Weasley, clearly not as comfortable as Ginny mentioning sex in front of parents.

Ginny nodded and the three wands were lowered and she was suddenly engulfed by hugs, Ginny was crying along with Molly and they were all bombarding her with questions.

* * *

Meanwhile, Draco had been waiting patiently outside when he heard the pop of apparition behind him and turned to see a shocked and outraged Ron Weasley staring at him; Draco’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to explain, but before he could get any words out Ron had pulled out his wand started sending curses his way. Draco ducked as he pulled out his own wand, Weasley’s curses sailing over the top of his head. He sent defensive spells back the direction of his attacker, trying to disarm him, all the while trying to explain what he was doing there. In the end he gave up trying to reason with Ron and started shouting for Hermione.

* * *

Hermione heard the commotion outside and pulled away from her friends hugs and rushed outside closely followed by everyone else.

“STOP!” Hermione shouted at Ron when she realised what was happening, pulling out her wand and running to stand in between Ron and Draco, she ducked as Ron hurled another curse towards Draco and heard Draco gasp in pain as the curse hit its intended mark. When Ron realised who was standing in front of him his mouth dropped open in shock, Hermione used the opportunity to quickly disarm him before turning to see if Draco was OK.

Draco’s teeth were clenched in pain and he was clasping his left shoulder, which had been hit with the curse, with his right hand. Hermione could see blood leaking between his fingers and quickly realised what curse he’d been hit with, sectumsempra, and performed the counter charm to stop the bleeding. There was still a deep gash in Draco’s arm that would take longer to heal, but at least he wouldn’t bleed to death. She turned to face Ron and the rest of the Order, keeping Draco behind her in case anyone else decided to start flinging spells around, her hair had come out of its elastic and was blowing across her face in the strong breeze coming off the sea.

When she was sure that no one would attack straight away she briefly explained what had happened since her capture, focussing on the points that concerned Draco; that he had helped her escape from the Death Eaters at Malfoy Manor, and how he had come to despise the values held by the other Death Eaters, and that he was switching sides and wanted to help them.

She could tell that their story wasn’t immediately believed; they didn’t trust that Draco hadn’t just freed her as a rouse in order to locate the Order, which she supposed, was what she had expected their reaction to be. Luckily, when Draco offered to give up his wand, take veritaserum and remain under guard inside the cottage until they deemed him trustworthy, they relaxed slightly and agreed to give them the benefit of the doubt until everything could be explained more thoroughly; it wasn’t complete trust, but it was all Hermione had hoped for. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and waited as Harry revealed the cottage to Draco before walking inside holding Draco’s hand, squeezing it in reassurance, unaware of the look of betrayal and hatred on Ron’s face as he watched her walk inside, hand in hand with his long time enemy.
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