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The Fog	By : Elocin_the_elven_princess Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3894 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Mission
- 2-The Arrival
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Hermione watched as the tall pale blonde form of Draco Malfoy appeared in front of her position within the wards of Bravo location. The portkey arrived at 2200 and he managed to look every bit the aristocrat as he righted himself with barely a stumble. She had never been that graceful when using a portkey.
He looked around, seeing her smirked and nodded.
“Granger, how goes it?” He asked politely. She nodded to him, her usually full lips pressed in a thin line.
“We will need to disable the wards, and apparate to the point I had been prior to my instructions to meet you here.” She pulled out the map, pointed to the coordinates she’d been at when she dismantled her camp two hours earlier.
He nodded biting back a comment that they could continue from here and he could look into things she might have overlooked. He quickly realized it would more than likely be a waste of time. Granger was thorough in her missions, he’d read her reports enough to know the kind of details she observed and the success rate of her work proved her expertise.
“Shall we?” He asked, gesturing with his arm towards the faint outline indicating the perimeter of her wards.
Together they worked silently to take down the wards that Hermione had just erected. Once that was done, he held an arm to her as an invitation for her to apparate them to the coordinates for them to bunk down.
Once they arrived back near the point she’d taken her campsite down she immediately began to re-erect another set of wards. Draco set about getting his tent set up. She finished setting the perimeter and turned to pick up her pack.
She saw him near his tent setting wards of his own his back to her. She took in the hereditary white blonde of his hair, and the tall broad shoulders he’d grown into and immediately went rigid. She never went on missions with Malfoy because as much as she had dealt with her past, she always thought about what had happened during her time in the Manor. She was immediately thrown back into a flashback. Her breathing began to speed up and she clutched her chest. She closed her eyes and willed herself to calm.
‘Draco is not Lucius!’ Hermione repeated that in her head several times before her breathing calmed and she continued like she hadn’t just panicked a little. She set her own tent up.
Draco hadn’t seen Hermione’s mini-meltdown. He was busy going over her wards with his own, making sure they had a strength and interwove them to be reinforced. Even Harry would have trouble breaching these wards. When he looked over she had set up her own tent and was setting up a small blue fire in a large jar.
Draco smirked and thought of the talk in the Auror division of Granger’s blue bell fires. Smokeless and utterly undetectable to those who didn’t know to look for the magical signatures. She created the fires in a jar to keep from making more tracks than necessary. He himself usually just made a small campfire, then vanished what remains he could to avoid detection.
“Have you eaten?” Draco asked. She shook his head, not meeting his eyes. He took sandwiches he’d packed out. He tossed two to her as well as a bottle of pumpkin juice.
“Thank you.” Hermione said as she ate. He finished his second sandwich while she barely are half of the first. She had finished the pumpkin juice. He smirked. At this rate she wouldn’t have the strength to last until June when they were due back. He had packed easily enough rations for the two of them. Luxury being a part of who he was.
“Granger, what’s been happening since the last report to Potter?” He asked after they cleaned up everything, he noticed she packed the remains of her food in her pack to eat later.
“I’ve been here for two weeks. I began this mission to figure out the cause of the fog, and what kind of effect it is having on the inhabitants of this nature preserve.” She began, he could see how weary she looked as she ran her hand over the side of her face and to her neck to rest there and put pressure on those muscles.
“After two or three days I came across the first signs of the inhabitants being affected. Birds have left this area as have most other animals. There are magical creatures here. The fog has magical signatures encoded within its makeup, I just can’t figure out if it’s synthetic or naturally made. If a creature produced it naturally, or a wizard or witch conjured it.” Draco raised his eyebrows at that in surprise.
“You believe there may be something going on here in these woods that could be a threat to us?”
“Not just us, if it’s naturally made, we need to figure out what the creature is and how to get it to move back to its natural habitat before it ruins the ecosystem here. If it’s man made then we need to figure out who is behind it and what they want to hide.”
He looked around at the fog that was kept at bay outside the wards. It seemed to swirl and sway in the breeze. Lighter in some places and denser in others. It was almost hypnotic. Hermione watched as Draco stared into the fog. She’d done the same thing many times in her fourteen days here.
She’d finish her days work, set up her camp at dusk and in the small blue light of her fire she would stare at the light swirls of white that surrounded her wards well into the night. Her brow furrowed while she thought of this. If the fog effected them both the same way, or if it was a person’s natural inclination to act this way.
“Well, thank you for the sandwiches and juice. I’m exhausted, so I’m heading to bed.” She wasn’t sure if she could call him Malfoy because of his sire, and Draco was too weird for her to call him. They weren’t really that friendly. She shook her head from those thoughts as she stood and made her way into her tent that had become her shelter these past two weeks. She went to lay down, her whole body fatigued.
Draco sat staring at her tent that was closed for a moment thinking. Hermione didn’t seem herself. She seemed a bit reserved compared to their interactions in the Auror department at the Ministry. Something was going on in her head. He wondered if being here with him was bringing up memories of what happened during the war at the Manor. He shook those thought off and put the blue bell flame out. He left the chairs and jar where they sat, taking his pack to his tent where he lay down. Hours passed as he lay there in the dark.
“Ahhhhh!” Draco heard the screams, he jumped out of his tent, wand at the ready running full tilt to Hermione’s tent where he heard her distress and cries. Upon entering he looked around for any signs of assault or struggles before he realized she was in the middle of a nightmare.
“Damn. Granger! Granger!” He ran to her shaking her to wake her. Her brown eyes opened wide as she screamed and flew backwards on her hands, feet kicking out to push her even further in the tent away from the man in front of her.
“Please! No!” She gasped in a panic, not really seeing Draco in front of her. He held up his hands.
“Granger! Sh. It’s Draco! Calm down, we’re here on a mission, please calm down!” He pleaded. He wasn’t sure if she understood until her sobs quieted to whimpers and her head came down into her hands.
“Granger, I’m coming over.” He crawled over to her, her sleeping bag was tangled around her legs and back was against the side of her tent. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders to sooth her a bit. She stiffened at his touch. He sat beside her silently, both thinking of the time she’d been captured in the Manor.
Hermione mentally cursed herself for not silencing her tent. Draco was rubbing circles on her back in comfort and she tried to stop her crying.
“You alright there Granger?” He asked after a few more minutes and her crying had stopped, but her face remained buried as she tried to mentally compose herself.
“Thanks, I. I’m better now.” She picked her head up and looked at him sitting there beside her. Hermione hadn’t realized how close Draco was to her. He nodded and started to pull away.
“Dr…Draco.” She stammered over his name. She couldn’t call him Malfoy. His father was still too recent in her memories for comfort. His eyes widened a bit at her use of his name.
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry I woke you. I’ll not forget to silence the tent again. The wards are silenced, but it’s been awhile since I’ve had to silence my tent. It won’t happen again.” He was surprised at this. She actually silenced her tent so others wouldn’t hear her screaming at night over her wartime sufferings? How many of their partners did she go on missions with where she was screaming and crying and they knew nothing of her suffering? Her struggles?
“How often do you have these dreams?” He asked gently. She looked him in the eye, more than a little uncomfortable. She noticed his eyes were not the exact shape or shade of grey as his father’s. He had genuine concern and emotion within those titanium depths.
Hermione noticed the small differences in his bone structure that was also not the same as Lucius, his chin was pointier, jaw broader, nose not as prominent as the man that haunted her nightmares. He was stronger, broader in stature, but still lean and tall. Her heart began pounding harder, and not as a result of fear.
“Granger?” He asked, narrowing his eyes in question as he took in her tear stained face and her dark brown eyes that stared into his, mirroring his confusion. She shook her head to clear it and forced a smile.
“Often enough Draco, often enough.” He nodded at her answer and took his leave of her tent.
He lay back in his own sleeping bag within his own tent and really wished she’d silenced her tent. He punched his pillow for good measure and lay down in a huff. It took another hour or so before his breathing slowed in a restless sleep.
She also felt anger at herself for not silencing her tent before drifting to sleep.
“Silencio.” She whispered and waved her wand. She fell back on her own pillow after straightening the sleeping bag from around her legs and feeling the exhaustion seep into her body she drifted into a discontented slumber.
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