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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
- 16
- 17
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Chapter 17

Once the Order's decision was made, Harry proclaimed the day's proceedings over; everyone started standing, stretching their legs and wandering off to various occupations around the house to wait until dinner was ready. No one spoke to Draco, most just whispered to each other, sending the occasional glance his way. Draco sighed; he hoped that the veritaserum would wear off soon, and that nobody spoke to him until it did.

As he stepped out of the meeting room, not really sure what to do with himself, he was hopeful that Hermione would be waiting for him. He looked around eagerly before he remembered that Harry had told Ginny that Weasley had taken Hermione to have a nap; The Weasel had never returned to the meeting room. Draco grit his teeth together trying to suppress the jealousy that coursed through him at that thought. He tried to relax, telling himself that he may as well start getting over these unwanted feelings for her now, he was going to have to get used to the idea that she would see other men. 'Yes' he thought to himself darkly, 'but did it really have to be Weasley?' Of course it did, they'd been mooning over each other all through their time at Hogwarts he recalled with a scowl.

Draco sat down for a moment before standing and pacing the room, not knowing how to occupy himself until dinner time. But dinner rolled around quickly and as he was preparing to take a seat at the dining table Ron shuffled into the room, his hair dishevelled. Draco's jaw clenched but his eyes flicked past Weasley to the space behind him, he tried not to be too disappointed when Hermione failed to appear.

Ron sat down at the table, telling Harry, who was helping Mrs Weasley serve dinner, that Hermione was sleeping. Draco could have sworn that Harry's eyes flickered toward Draco guiltily before he answered, nodding at Ron.

"Let her sleep" he said, "She looked as though she could use some rest."

Draco supposed that that was true, but he still wished he could have seen her, even for a moment; after spending all their time together for close to an entire month, it felt strange to have been apart from her even just for the day. He sighed and sullenly turned to the meal that had been placed before him.

Later that night Harry led Draco to the small room in which he'd be staying. The room had been a storage room but it had been magically cleaned out and some of the furniture transformed so that it now contained a double bed that had been crammed into the room, only leaving room on the side of the bed closest to the door, the other three sides of the bed were pushed up against the walls. There was also a set of drawers that doubled as a bed side table pushed into the corner at the head of the bed leaving about a square metre of floor space empty in front of the door.

"This is where you'll be sleeping until we find a safe house willing to take you," said Harry, "It will be locked when the last of us go to bed in the evenings and will automatically unlock when the first person gets up the day." He explained. "It might be a few weeks before we find somewhere else for you to stay, so try to make yourself comfortable. Your belongings as well as some spare clothes are in the draws." Before Harry could make it out the door Draco cleared his throat.

"So, I'm locked in all night?" Draco started, "What if I need to use the bathroom during the night?" He asked awkwardly raising his eyebrows

Harry grimaced, "There's uh – there's a chamber pot under the bed." Harry replied quickly, closing the door on Draco's look of distaste. Draco had never been gladder that he didn't usually need to use the bathroom through the night.

Draco turned to the drawers and looked for his wand, scowling when it wasn't with the rest of his belongings. They clearly didn't entirely trust him then, he thought with a sigh. He turned back to the door to go ask Harry when he could expect his wand to be returned to him, but the door was already locked. And with that, there was nothing else for Draco to do but strip down to his underwear and climb into the soft, lumpy bed.

Draco thought that he'd fall asleep quickly; he'd been on the brink of falling asleep all afternoon but as soon as he was tucked up in bed he lay awake, tossing and turning. He been worrying about whether the Order would believe him and off him protection for the last month, but now that he was here and he finally had their protection he had no idea what to expect. He had no idea how people would act around him, or if he would ever feel at home around these people.

He eventually drifted into a light sleep tormented by dreams about the Order deciding not to trust him and throwing him back to his father. Suddenly the dream shifted and he was 8 years old again and running to his mother in tears after his father had killed his puppy for peeing on the carpet in his study. His mother enveloped him in her arms but the dream dissolved and he was outside the closed doors of his father's study listening to his mother's screams.

Draco woke in a clammy sweat, the bed sheets tangled around him, he heard the floor boards above him creak and he realised it was the lock on the door clicking open that had woken him. He groaned as he checked the time and realised it was only 3am, but he knew he wasn't going to get back to sleep; he wasn't sure he even wanted to go back to sleep.

He heard the shower start running and decided to get up, thinking it would be better to face the Order members one at a time as everyone got up instead of all at once at breakfast. He stretched before pulling on a pair of loose pyjama pants and padding out to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

...

Hermione woke slowly to the soft sounds of a room of sleeping women and she cursed Harry and Ron for not waking her, though she was glad of the sleep she had wanted to see Draco and find out what decisions had been made. Her heart thudded as she worried over what the Order had decided regarding Malfoy, though she assumed that she would have been woken if anything drastic had happened yesterday afternoon; at least she hoped that someone would have woken her.

She checked the time; it wasn't quite 3am which meant she'd just slept for over 12 hours. There was no way she was going to get any more sleep so she decided she may as well get up. She slipped out of the room and headed down the hall, deciding to take a shower before everyone else woke up and wanted to use the bathroom.

She showered quickly before drying her hair and changing into a pair of knee length sweat pants and a comfy t-shirt. After eating only half a sandwich the day before, she was starving. Hermione yawned and stretched before leaving the steamy warmth of the bathroom.

Hermione was surprised by the leap her heart made when she saw Draco already sitting in the kitchen when she got there. He had his back to her, and she could see that there was a pot of tea steeping in front of him. She paused for a moment, admiring the play of muscles across his bare back as he shifted slightly reaching up to turn the page of the book he was holding.

He hadn't noticed that she was there yet, and she almost didn't want to disturb him; it was only after seeing him so relaxed that she realised how stiff he held himself when he was around other people. She took a step forward and the floor board beneath her foot creaked, advertising her presence in the room. Draco looked up from the book in his hands, his shoulders stiffening; he relaxed again when he saw that it was Hermione, though not completely, Hermione noticed.

Hermione smiled at him unsure of what to say and not sure why her breathing was suddenly shallow. She blushed and looked away when he didn't return her smile; his gaze remained on her intently, his eyes raking over her. He realised what he was doing and forced his features into a more relaxed expression, finally returning her smile.

Hermione pulled out the chair next to him and sat at the table, helping herself to a cup of the tea he had made, adding a splash of milk before cradling the cup in her hands. She had so many questions for him about the previous day, but she also didn't want to disturb the quiet of the early morning just yet. She took a sip of tea and looked over at Draco; she sat there for a moment taking in all his features. He didn't look too worried, and he was unguarded, so his questioning the day before must have gone well, she thought to herself, relieved.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you yesterday" she told him quietly, Draco merely shrugged in reply pouring himself a second cup of tea. "I asked that I be woken as soon as you were done, but that clearly didn't happen" she frowned in annoyance at Harry and Ron. She thought she saw a pleased look flicker over Draco's face at this, but he masked his expression.

"You needed the sleep" he replied understandingly. Hermione nodded slightly, unsure what to say; he seemed much more distant than he had while they'd been camping together. Her worries about whether he'd want to have anything to do with her now that he'd gotten what he needed from her resurfaced. She didn't think that she had imagined their growing friendship, but she had always been fairly insecure; perhaps she'd just imagined their closeness.

"So, the Order will let you stay here then?" she asked him and Draco explained their decision to find another safe house for him.

"That's great, Draco!" she told him with faux enthusiasm, trying not to show the disappointment she felt at learning that he wouldn't be staying here with the Order. She got up to make herself some breakfast, needing a moment to compose her features; she sat back down with a bowl of cereal, opposite him this time.

She tried to shake the mood she was in; just because he wouldn't be living here didn't mean that she would never see him, she thought to herself. If she was honest with herself, she knew that she was in denial about her feelings for him; if she'd just wanted to be his friend there wouldn't be a problem with him staying elsewhere, she'd still see him every couple of months and he'd be safer away from the Order. But every time her heart tried to tell her that he was starting to become more than just a friend she would dismiss the feelings.

It was not so easy to dismiss her feelings this morning, with the knowledge that, after a month of living together, they would have to say goodbye; and with the fact that, with Draco sitting half naked before her, she simply could not keep her eyes off him.

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