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Four Minutes	By : Nikkilicious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2

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Six months into the war, the Death Eaters had come up with an interesting and devastating new weapon: chemical poison. Though it came in many forms, gas was the most popular to inflict on unsuspecting Order members. People had to breathe. Most of the time, they never noticed it. It was odorless, tasteless. The only hint of its existence was the foggy yellow color it emitted within the first ten seconds of being released. The potion mastery behind it was flawless and incredible. It was a deadly weapon in every sense.
And Hermione and Draco had just encountered it.
Hermione hadn�t ever seen it before. She was quite lucky to have escaped the billowing clutches of the toxic gas. But she�d heard of it. On many occasions.
The gas worked quickly. It flowed through the bloodstream and with each pass through the heart, it weakened the beats, slowing it down and eventually, stopping it altogether. There was an antidote. Each Death Eater carried vials of potion with them in case they ever got caught in their own trap.
It was the moment when Draco pulled out the vial filled with clear liquid that Hermione was certain he was a Death Eater. A monster.
She�d always suspected the truth. Malfoy wasn�t a good person and she knew that with his lifelong prejudices and family ties, it was only so long before Voldemort snatched him up as a follower. But the thing was, no one ever had any proof. After sixth year, he had just vanished. Off the face of the Earth. Hermione had fought many battles with many people and never once had she seen him. Most speculated that he was dead; killed by his master�s hand. Hermione never believed that, though. She knew that, as much of a whiney coward as Draco Malfoy was, he had an incredible sense of survival. The boy would have done anything to stay alive. And apparently he did.
�This is a trick, isn�t it?� That caught his attention and Draco turned to stare at her. �You planned this, you must have! Corner poor Hermione Granger in a room and poison her to death. You really are just like the rest of them. A coldhearted snake. A Death Eater.�
�I�m not a Death Eater!� He yelled, narrowing his eyes onto her. She looked astounded.
�Excuse me? You have the audacity to lie to my face when you are standing there, holding the evidence.� She nodded towards the tube he held between his fingers. �Only Death Eaters carry the antidotes. What are you going to do now? Drink it and watch me as I die? Have a laugh, maybe?�
He wanted to strangle her for her accusations. She was wrong. So wrong. But he knew what he looked like, holding the key to life in his hands while death closed in around them and slowly ate away at their bodies. He knew what she saw but yet he couldn�t understand how she could be so blind. Granger wasn�t stupid, or so he�d thought. But she refused to believe he wasn�t one of them.
�Now that sounds like an idea.� If he hadn�t been so terrified and so anxious and so angry, he would have stopped to enjoy the frightened look that flashed through her eyes. But he didn�t. Instead, he raised the tube to his lips and drank down half of it.
Before she could stop him, before she could move, he was on her, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back, and dumping the rest down her throat. Even through the confused chaos of it all, she was still smart enough not to spit it out. He�d taken a drink, so it obviously wasn�t more poison, and, despite her wariness on why he�d given it to her, she knew that she needed it to save her own life.
That still didn�t make her feel better though.
�Why did you do that?� She asked, sputtering, but trying to keep as much of the precious antidote as she could in her mouth.
He didn�t answer her. His mind was focusing on other things. Now that they�d taken the antidote, he had no idea what to do. Think. Think. He grabbed his head and ran his fingers through his coarse blond hair, tangled and dirty from battle. She was still yelling at him but he blocked her out and tried to concentrate. There was something important about the antidote. A time frame or something.
And then it hit him.
�Granger!� He yelled. �Shut the hell up and listen. The antidote doesn�t just work instantly. We have to keep our heart rates up. Keep them going for a while. If they slow too much, then we�ll die before the antidote takes effect.�
She sent him a glare that was so hard, he felt the weight of it sink onto his chest, heavy and cold. It was crushing him.
�You are a Death Eater! I don�t know why you saved me or why you haven�t killed me yet but you seem to know a whole hell of a lot about this stuff.� She shrieked. He tried to yell back but she interrupted him. �You know that the antidote doesn�t work right away, just like you know we have to keep our heart rates above one-hundred and fifty. Just like you know that we have to keep them high for four minutes. Just like you know that it doesn�t take a whole vial to work. Just like I know that you are a foul, horrible creature who is just doing this as part of some sick plan to get the Order to trust you!�
He didn�t know that it took four whole minutes. And he didn�t know whether or not it took a whole vial of antidote to clear their bodies and save them from the toxins. He hoped, but he didn�t know. But it didn�t matter now and it also didn�t matter that she was convinced he was the scum on the bottom of her shoes. Well, that did matter, but the point was, they had less than four minutes. Four delicate minutes where their lives hung in the balance. They just had to keep their heart rates high enough.
�You know, you are a real piece of work, Malfoy.� He stared at her, waiting for whatever clever insult she would spit at him. It would be like acid, sizzling and hot, burning his skin and mind and ego so badly that he would want to jump into the frozen Black Lake in the middle of winter just to cool down.
�You hate me so much that you�d risk your own pathetic life for this� whatever this is!� Her hands went up in the air and her voice rose with each word. �I knew you were callous and vindictive but I never thought you�d go this far. If we die, I will make sure that you become a ghost so I can torture you for eternity.�
�Darling Granger, that would mean you�d be a ghost, too. And that would also mean, you would be doing the exact same thing that you think I�m doing right now. That�s just like you Gryffindors. You�re all hypocrites!� He snapped back.
�That coming from the mouth of the man who was behind me in every subject in school and yet who still insists that he�s better than me.�
�Bitch.�
�Rat bastard!�
He was breathing hard and so was she. And his heart, it was pounding in his chest, steadily getting faster and faster. Their fighting was helping. It was working. But it wasn�t enough. Ideas on how to keep it going swirled through his head as he blocked out her screams. And the idea struck him.
He had her in his grasp in seconds, holding her shoulders and slamming her against the wall.
And then� he kissed her.

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