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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Hermione was waiting with the rest of the order members as Harry made his epic appearance. It was epic though. He would just walk into the great hall and confront Snape, pause for effect and then they would appear as backup. Ron grabbed her hand and looked at her reassuringly.
I have an idea” he said. She looked up at him.
“Tell me” she answered.
“Well, even if we find this headthing, we still won’t be able to destroy it, right?” he said. She simply nodded. It had been a ‘we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it’ kind of thing.
“I was thinking, we have something that can destroy it right here” he smiled.
“Like what? Do you have the sword of Gryffindor somewhere?” she asked.
“Tsk, he wants you to ask if it’s in his pants” George laughed.
“No! I don’t” Ron gave his sibling an angry look.
“Okay, then what?” Hermione asked.
“Basilisk fangs, we have plenty of them!” Ron smiled.
“Oh my god, that’s true, we have to go get them!” Hermione shrieked.
“Yes, we do” he smiled. As they heard Harry speak inside, they threw the doors open, making their own epic entrance. Hermione looked at Snape. He looked sad as he pulled out his wand. When professor Mcgonnagal stepped in, he even looked pained. Hermione didn’t understand why he would look like that. His eyes found hers in the crowd and he gave her a look of understanding. Hermione frowned. Snape blocked some of Mcgonnagals spells, knocking out the Carrows and then he disapparated.
Ron pulled Hermione towards Harry and explained what they would be doing. Hermione’s head was still overthinking everything that happened with Snape. There was more to it, she could feel it. Ron held her hand and pulled her trough the corridors of the huge castle, towards the girls lavatory.
Hermione had never been in the chamber of secrets. It was bigger than she expected and it felt like a terrible place. “There it is” Ron said. He was still holding her hand as they walked towards the huge skeleton. Hermione didn’t mind, her hand felt good in his. It felt safe. Ron let go of her and knelt next to the giant skull of the snake. He pulled out a couple of teeth and put them in her bag. He was standing right in front of her and grabbed her hand. He pressed the tooth in her hand. With the other hand he grabbed the cup they retrieved from Gringotts.
“You do it” he whispered, his breath brushing her skin. She looked up at him, he was so close.
“I can’t” she answered, her voice catching.
“Yes you can” he smiled and touched her cheek and stepped back. Hermione placed the cup on the floor and held the tooth. She took a deep breath before jamming the tooth into the cup. The cup started spinning and a loud growl sounded from under the floor. Ron ran towards her and grabbed her hand, pulling her up. Suddenly the water shot up, Voldemort’s face clearly visible in the shimmering surface. It raced towards them and Ron pulled her to the exit, running for their lives. But they weren’t fast enough. Ron threw his hands around her and turned his back to the water, shielding her. The water washed over them and Hermione held her breath. As she felt the cold water run over her, she could only think of one face, Draco. It was only a second but time seemed to slow. His white hair, his ivory skin, his steely blue eyes. The way he held her, the way he had kissed her. It seemed to all happen before her. And then it was over. The water was gone and Hermione and Ron were standing in the middle of the room, Ron still had his arms around her. He let go of her a little as they both looked at the wet floor and the huge room where nothing seemed out of the ordinary anymore. Hermione was going to say something when Ron pulled her against him and pressed his lips on hers. His hand cupped her cheeks and he pulled her close. Hermione let her body melt into his and opened her mouth out of instinct. Ron’s tongue touched hers and his hands snaked to the back of her neck. It had been a long time coming. The kiss felt like a burden falling off her shoulders. Ron pulled back and smiled at her, Hermione smiled back. Ron grabbed her hand again and they walked out of the chamber of secrets.
“We have to find Harry” she said and let go of Ron’s hand. Suddenly, it had felt weird to hold it. Ron took the Marauder’s map out of his hoodie.
“There he is!” she exclaimed.
“Where?” Ron asked.
“There, he was just there, now he’s gone” she answered.
“Maybe he’s gone into the room of requirement, it doesn’t show up on the map, does it?” Hermione looked at him, slightly surprised.
“No, that’s right , it doesn’t” she smiled. They walked to the room of requirement. They heard Harry talking once they were inside and they ran towards him. He was standing next to a huge pile of junk and in front of him were three boys. Goyle, Blaise and Draco Malfoy. Hermione’s eyes locked on him the second she saw him. Goyle and Blaise had their wands aimed at Harry. He threw a jinx, which Draco blocked. Hermione cast her spell, which was blocked also. Then, Goyle yelled an unforgivable, not just any unforgivable, the unforgivable. He aimed at Hermione. She was too shocked to react and Ron luckily blocked the spell. Draco’s eyes grew big and then the threesome bolted, leaving Harry and Hermione. Ron was hot on their tail, yelling something about a girlfriend. Hermione turned her attention to Harry, who was climbing the pile of junk. “
What are we looking for?” she asked him as she started piling though the rubbish as well.
“The diadem thing of Ravenclaw” Harry answered,
“It’s in here somewhere”. It only took them a couple of second to find it, but their joy was short lived. Ron came back screaming.
“Goyle is setting the bloody place on fire!” He yelled as he passed and grabbed Hermione’s hand, pulling her with him. They ran from the fire until they were totally surrounded. But by a lucky coincidence, they happened upon a couple of broomsticks. Hermione wasn’t feeling good about this, but it seemed to be the only thing that could be done. The threesome mounted their brooms and flew towards the exit. On their way down, they saw Malfoy and Blaise, standing on a pile of rubbish, surrounded by the deathly fire.
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