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Reborn	By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8621 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Crucio!" The hateful spell sizzled through the air, missing its unprepared target by an inch.

Hermione screamed as she dodged, flinging herself to the ground forcefully and out of immediate danger as another shot whizzed by her ear. What the hell? Draco was on the floor, his wand hand pinned to the ground by the Death Eater's heavy black boot. Desperate to buy some time she took a quick aim and shouted, "Expelliarmus!" He was able to block it, faster than he looked at first glance but the momentary distraction bought her enough time to scramble behind the couch at the center of the room for cover.

"Leave her alone!" Draco growled as his free hand wrapped around the other man's ankle and tugged with all his strength. It was enough for the Death Eater to lose his balance and stumble, his boot grinding painfully into the fragile bones of Draco's wrist as he did so.

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione had stood and took the opportunity to catch the man unaware and turn the tide. It hit home this time and the Death Eater roared in anger, twisting his body to go after it but Hermione had other plans. "Petrificus Totalus!" Instantly, his body went rigid and he fell face first onto the soft carpet of the study with a muted thud.

She turned back to the blonde, "Malfoy are you-"

"Avada Kedavra." He was still on the floor; his body curled into a half sitting half slouching position, propped against the nearest wall. His wand hand was outstretched, the knuckles white and his features were deadly cold, calculating. This was the Malfoy that Hermione feared.

The victim of the unforgivable curse let out a disconcerting final breath, the only sign of his sudden death. "Malfoy…" She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to do or how to react. Should she be angry? Outraged? For what? For killing an enemy that had obviously been trying to do the same?

"He knew you were alive."

Shell shocked she looked up at him with wide yet unseeing eyes.

"He could not escape."

"No…the Order...Bellatrix…" She mumbled quietly.

Draco nodded sharply, tearing his gaze away from her shimmering stare and let the tension in his neck release and his chin rest on his chest. He tried to breathe deep but the sharp pain that answered the action forced him to stop.

Hermione noticed this and her brow creased as she took him in. His always impeccable, crisp white shirt was torn and bloodied. Blood. "Are you hurt?" She asked, suddenly alarmed and she stepped around the couch. "Malfoy?"

"I'm fine."

She took a few determined paces and closed the distance between them quickly before kneeling at his side, her hand resting on his shoulder. "Where did this blood come from?"

"My blood." He murmured fatigue stealing over him as the adrenaline left his bloodstream.

"From where? Draco, what happened?" She shook his shoulder gently, becoming increasingly alarmed with every second that ticked by and he did not look at her. She set her wand down beside her, her eyes darting warily to the body of the enemy but a few feet from them. She shuddered, she would never get used to death. "Talk to me, what happened?"

Draco attempted to rouse himself with little success, his head lolling to the side in disobedience. Inside, he knew that something was not quite right. He should not be this tired; he should not be this numb. He was hurt, he should feel pain.

Hermione tilted his chin up with her fingers and frowned at his lethargic expression, "Damn it, you can't sleep. Did you hit your head? Malfoy?" She cursed under her breath as she sat on her haunches to inspect him better. Her heart beat stuttered when she caught sight of the darkest stain on his shirt. Anxious, her trembling hands moved to the buttons of his shirt and with clumsy movement she released each one until his chest was bared to her.

A gasp escaped her lips as she finally got a look at what she was dealing with. A deep, ragged gash to his side, just below his rib cage. She glanced back up at his face, "What happened?" She knew he would not answer. She picked up her wand and pointed, grateful once again for her bookworm habits and her ability to soak up information like a sponge. Useful information, like how to mend broken skin and muscle and stop hemorrhaging well enough to save a life. When she was satisfied with her work she moved on, examining him carefully.

Gingerly, she picked up his wrist and cringed at the groan of pain he released. "Sorry." Broken. She bit the inside of her cheek in concentration. "Brackium Emendo."

Draco took a deep and what she hoped, calming breath yet he still did not open his eyes. Her frown deepened. Did he hit his head? "Malfoy? Look at me."

His eyes opened for a moment and then slid back shut; he could not keep them open. "Malfoy? I cannot take you to Hospital, I cannot take you anywhere. You have to talk to me! What happened? Did you hit your head?"She felt her panic rising. What would she do if she could not help him? To leave the Manor was beyond dangerous for her; she was dead for Merlin's sake!

He knew that what she was saying was important and he did, in fact, remember being thrown violently to the ground, his skull cracking loudly against the hard floor. Now that he thought of it, his head was hammering painfully. Why had he not noticed that before?

Hermione blew out and exasperated breath. "If you hit your head you cannot sleep! Malfoy!" She ran her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, her fingers searching for any other signs of his distress. Eventually she smoothed them over the back of his neck and up through is tangled, matted hair. She felt something slick and warm. "What did he do to you?" She removed her touch, the glisten of blood catching her eye before she wiped it onto her jeans, suddenly queasy. So much blood.

Her wand was in her hand and the spell was rolling off her tongue within moments and she felt a surge of relief wash over her as he finally obeyed her demand to look at her. His silver eyes locked onto her, though she could tell he was still hazy. "Better?" She asked quietly, concern etched onto her expression.

"Yes." He filled his lungs slowly and exhaled much the same, "I am so tired."

"And you can sleep. I will even help you to your room but first you have to help me with…with him."

Draco forced himself to look at the "him" in question. "We have to get rid of the body. Not yet though. Someone must have noticed that he was missing by now. We cannot do anything suspicious, can't risk it."

"What are we going to do with him?"

"Burn him."

"Right." She leaned forward to take his arm and pull it over her shoulder. "Can you stand?"

"Probably…maybe." He could not help the groan as she helped him rise to his feet. His side still pained him and his body felt battered.

"What the hell happened?"

"I was sneaking around. Bellatrix was having a meeting but she would not tell me the details. I needed to know what was going on and I thought I spy without getting caught and I almost did." He winced as he rolled his neck to stretch it, "This fat bastard just happened to be rounding the corner as I got into position. I managed to cast a quick silencing spell before he called me out. It escalated from there."

"How did you end up here?" She was breathless from bearing most of Malfoy's weight as they maneuvered their way out of the newly minted morgue and into the hallway that would lead them to Draco's bedroom.

"We were fighting and I was winning damn it! But then I saw Bellatrix out of the corner of my eye and lost the upper hand when his fucking spell caught my middle and ripped it open. I don't really remember much after that, he knocked me off my feet and I hit my head. Just as I managed to apparate he wrapped his hands around my throat from behind and came with me. I am sure you heard the rest." He glanced at her almost sheepishly, berating himself immediately for the uncharacteristic move and hoped that she did not see it. "I am sorry, by the way."

Hermione grunted as they stumbled slightly, "For what?"

"For getting you involved."

"I'm not. If I hadn't gotten involved when I did I think that it would be your body rotting in the study."

"He would not have won."

"Really? That is not what it looked like; it looked like he had you thoroughly beaten."

"Looks can be deceiving."

"Maybe when your sight is blurred by a mountain of ego and pride."

"I had a plan!" He insisted hotly.

Hermione scoffed. "Sure you did. Hope that I came blundering in and distracting him long enough to get your wand back. Brilliant." She tried to blow the hair out of her face without the use of her hands, "Well played."

"Whatever." He flopped down onto the bed they had finally managed to get to and moaned his appreciation. "Doesn't matter now." His eyes closed.

"You are sure Bellatrix did not see you?" Hermione stood awkwardly beside his bed, watching as he made himself comfortable.

"I'm sure."

"You know you are covered in blood right?"

"Yes. What is your point?"

"Don't you want to…I don't know. Wash up? Change?"

He peeked up at her through one eye. "There is no way I can stand through a shower right now and only a slightly better chance that I have the energy to change my bloody clothes."

"I could…I could help you."

Both eyes opened and his eyebrows shot up, "Shower?"

"No! Wash up a little and..and change your shirt."

He smirked, "What is the point of putting on new clothes when I am covered in blood?"

She shook her head in frustration and moved away, he expected, to her own room and was therefore surprised when she changed direction to disappear into his adjoined bathroom. He heard the water running briefly and the sound of cabinet doors being opened and closed. When she finally re-emerged she had a washcloth and towel slung over her shoulder. She carried a large wash bowl with both hands in front of her, stepping carefully to avoid spills.

He followed her across the room until she came to a halt at his bedside. "Can you sit up?" She asked as she placed the bowl on his nightstand.

Suddenly, he found that his exhaustion had abated…just a little. He propped himself up onto his hands and fought back a groan as he sat up. "Why does it still hurt so much?"

Hermione shrugged, "You will need to go to Hospital tomorrow. I did the best I could but I think that the wound on your side needs a proper doctor." She glanced at the reddened slice of skin. "Maybe you should go tonight."

Draco shook his head, "No way. They are going to be watching."

Hermione nodded reluctantly and moved so that she was beside him, one leg dangling over the edge of the bed, the other curled underneath her. "Take off your shirt."

He could not help his bark of laughter, "It is always the quiet ones."

She glared at him, "Shut it and do as I said."

Draco shook his head, still grinning but did as she said, his grin vanishing almost immediately. He jumped slightly when she leaned in to help him, tugging the fabric from his shoulders until she held it in her hands. "I don't think you can save this one."

"I have more."

She tossed it aside and reached for the washcloth on her shoulder, dipping it into the steaming water before wringing it out and facing him again. "Lay back."

Did her voice catch? He hid his smile and laid back gratefully, his eyes following her relentlessly. No way was he going to miss a second of this, whatever this was.

Hermione took a deep breath, fastidiously avoiding his gaze as she lowered the cloth to his shoulder and began to wipe gently at the dried blood. The more she washed the more small gashes she revealed. "What are these from?" She questioned as she uncovered another.

He craned his neck to see and understanding lit his eyes, "The fucker bit me!"

Hermione chuckled softly, "Ouch."

"You seem very concerned."

"I am! Why else would I be doing this?"

"Because you have always harbored a desire to touch my body?"

"Not likely." She laughed though, shaking her head at him as she continued her work. She had not always desired to touch him but the longer she actually did so…the more she wondered why not. She began to take notice that with each soft touch, his firm muscles seemed to jump in response. Fascinating. She let her hand dip lower onto his abdomen, watching his reaction eagerly and heat flooded her cheeks. She cleared her throat as though to distract him from her obvious newly found interest and pulled away to rinse the cloth before resuming.

Draco was grateful that Hermione seemed so very enthralled, she had not once looked up to discover the way he was gritting his teeth every time her breath whispered over his moistened skin. She did not see the way his eyes closed when her hair brushed over his bare flesh and flooded his imagination with all sorts of highly inappropriate things.

His breath caught when she lost her grip on the washcloth and her fingers and palm grazed his ribcage, a caress soft enough to make him wish for more. "Sorry." She murmured, tilting her face away from him as she finished her task.

"There. " She dropped the cloth back into the bowl and used the remaining dry towel to rub his skin dry, "All done." She finally dared a glance, desire spiking when she met his half-lidded eyes. She smiled tentatively, "New shirt?"

He shook his head, "I'm fine." Any more wayward touches and he was sure he would lose control over his betraying body and he was hardly in a state to sate any undue aches she might arouse.

She nodded and scooted off his bed, "You should get some rest now. I will check on you in the morning." She turned around and made it to the door before she heard his soft, whispered goodnight. She swallowed hard and pressed her hand to her racing heart. She needed sleep. Definitely. Sleep. She scowled at an unbidden image of Draco's bare, chiseled chest sprung to mind. She would not think of that again. Not even once…
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