Trussed | By : ES_Hurr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13623 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3 |
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Hermione stalked the streets of London, looking for just the right moment to execute her plan. This was her last ditch attempt at sanity, and she didn't know what she would do if it didn't work.
She scanned the people she passed, examining faces and emotions.
She found her mark after midnight, on a sparsely populated street. He was a foot taller than her, lean but tough looking, with short dusty blonde hair. He was leaning against the side of a brick building, smoking a cigarette and looking positively morose.
Hermione stopped a few steps away and he raised an eyebrow.
“Got an extra smoke?” She asked, and he didn't reply as he pulled a blue pack from the pocket of his jeans.
She pulled out a cigarette and slowly slid it between her lips, leaning forward and looking him in the eyes as he lit it. She took a small puff and stifled a cough, holding the cigarette between two fingers like she knew what she was doing.
Her other hand fiddled with her wand in her pocket, and still he didn't say anything as they stared each other down.
She steeled herself and drew her wand, taking a deep breath.
“Imperio.”
***
Draco’s jaw dropped, almost losing his disillusionment charm. Had he heard her right?
Had Hermione Granger just cast an Unforgivable Curse?
He stood there, flabbergasted, unable to move as the man dropped his cigarette and pulled her back behind the building he had been leaning on.
What the hell was she doing?
When he heard a muffled cry, he sprinted across the street and darted down the alley. He spotted the man holding Hermione by the throat, fumbling with his pants as she struggled against him. Her dress was torn open and tears streamed down her face, wand clutched tightly in hand.
“Stupefy!” Draco cried, dropping his disillusionment charm as the man fell to the cement.
Hermione was momentarily dazed, and then her eyes widened at the sight of Draco Malfoy approaching her. She dropped her wand, frozen in place, shock slowing down time.
His cloak billowed behind him in the dim light from the street, steel eyes glinting with an emotion she couldn't read.
She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out.
He bent slowly and picked up her wand; his wand. It thrummed with magic in his hand and he drew in a ragged breath, wondering why she'd kept it this whole time.
He gently flicked it, wordlessly repairing her dress, and she burst into tears.
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