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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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Okay guys, sorry for the wait! I had a bachelor thesis to finish before I could write again.
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Hermione hadn’t known that Bellatrix threw a knife. It had all gone so fast, but now, time seemed to slow down as she watched Harry hold Dobby in his arms. Ron still had his arms firmly around her and he kept her standing. “Hermione, please, help” Harry begged her. But she knew, she couldn’t do anything. There was nothing in her bag that could help Dobby at this point. The elf was going to die, he was going to die because he saved them. So Ron and her just stood there, watching the events unfold before their very eyes. Hermione broke free from Ron’s embrace and walked over to Harry. It felt similar, like it had felt the night Dumbledore had died, the night Sirius had died. How many times was she to comfort Harry when he lost another loved one. She sank to her knees next to Harry. His hand was resting on Dobby’s chest and she wrapped hers around it, gently squeezing it. With her other and she closed Dobby’s big eyes. The bravest elf she had ever known had died a brave death. “I want to bury him” Harry said. She nodded and grabbed her wand. “Properly, without magic” he reacted. She looked up at him and nodded again. Harry’s hand let go of hers and he touched her cheek. “I’m sorry for what she did to you” he whispered. “I’ll be fine” she answered. “Go inside, get some rest, please, I will bury him, it should be me” he said. Hermione stood up and walked inside, Ron ran after her and walked next to her for the rest of the way.
The beach was beautiful and peaceful. There was a single house standing upon a hill. It was peaceful. Ron guided her through the door of the house. Bill and Fleur came rushing into the hallway. They looked surprised to see them. “What happened?” Bill asked his brother. “We were captured, at Malfoy manor, Dobby saved us” Ron answered. “Where’s Harry? And Dobby?” Fleur asked, a worried tone sounding in her voice. “Harry is still outside, and Dobby” Hermione cut him off. “Dobby is dead” Hermione answered. Fleur’s eyes scanned Hermione and they paused at her bloody sleeve. She quickly grabbed Hermione’s arm. “What happened? Are you hurt?” Hermione shook her head. “No, I’m fine” she whispered. Ron’s hand slid behind her neck as he made her look up at her. “You’re not fine, she tortured you! Also, you’re bleeding” he said. “Who tortured you?” Bill asked. “Bellatrix” she answered. “And Malfoy” Ron added. Hermione wanted to contradict him but Fleur pulled up her sleeve. “Oh my god” she hissed as she saw the outlines of the scar on her arm. “It’s healed?” Ron asked. “How is it healed already?” Ron asked her. Hermione bit her lip, fighting back the tears that were stinging at the back of her eyes. “Hermione, who healed you?” Ron asked again, more pressing. “Ronald, let the girl breathe for a second” Fleur hissed as she pulled Hermione upstairs. Ron followed but Fleur stopped him. “No” she simply said as she guided Hermione up the stairs, leaving the two boys behind. She sat Hermione down in the bathroom and closed the door. She walked over to the tub and opened the faucet. After making sure the water was the perfect temperature, she walked over to Hermione. “You get yourself cleaned up, I’ll get you something to wear, don’t worry” she smiled. Fleur walked out of the bathroom and Hermione got up. She undressed and stepped into the warm, bubbly tub. She let her body sink into the warm water. The blood on her arm dissolved in the water. She sighed and let her head rest against the edge of the tub. She closed her eyes and as soon as she did, she saw Draco’s face. He had saved her. He had healed her. For the first time in a long time, she had felt safe for a split second. He had kissed her. She had kissed a deatheater, she had kissed a murderer. It was so wrong in so many ways. But then why had it felt so right? Hermione sunk beneath the surface of the water. She enjoyed the silence and the warmth of the water all around her. She couldn’t tell Ron or Harry, they wouldn’t believe her if she did.
Fleur had come back with clean clothes. She had brought a pair of skinny blue jeans and a black sweater. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. She looked dreadful. Her hair was a mess and she looked tired. She opened the cupboard and saw some hair potions Fleur had lying around. She decided that her hair was the one thing she could change, so that was what she would do. When she came out of the bathroom, Harry and Ron were sitting in the kitchen. Hermione sat down next to Ron and immediately a plate was placed before her. “You need to eat something” Fleur told her. Hermione felt like she had no choice but to eat something. She dug into the spaghetti that was placed before her. “I want to go into Bellatrix’ vault” Harry stated. Hermione looked up at him. “Why?” she asked. “She was terrified that we had been in there” he said. “I bet that there is a horcrux in there” Ron nodded. “There could be one in there, but how the hell are we supposed to get in there?” Ron asked. “I could help you” they all turned around, startled by the unfamiliar voice. There stood Griphook. “I forgot to tell you, the order saved him from the manor a couple of days ago, he’s been staying here” Bill explained. “He was in the dungeon together with that blonde haired girl from Hogwarts, you know, the odd one” he smiled a little. “Luna” Hermione stated. He nodded. “What do you mean you could help us?” Harry inquired. “I could help you get in, I know all there is to know about Gringotts” he answered. “But they won’t let you into her vault so easily” he continued. “I could brew polyjuice” Hermione answered. “And turn into her? That might not be such a bad idea” Ron smiled. “But you would need some part of that awful woman?” Fleur asked. Hermione nodded. “I have one of her hairs. I figured it might come in handy some day” she said. “Where the hell did you get that?” Ron asked. “I got it while she was cutting into me” Hermione bluntly stated. They all grew silent. “What would we do without you” Harry smiled.
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