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Trussed	By : ES_Hurr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13623 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Draco sat at the kitchen table, watching Hermione make scrambled eggs. He sipped at his coffee, marveling at how they’d come to this. She’d insisted on making them the muggle way, and because the cottage had belonged to a muggle, all the supplies were there. She tucked one of her untameable stray curls behind her ear for what seemed like the hundredth time.

He leaned his chin onto his hand, drinking in the sight of her, safe, alive. His magic thrummed with happiness.

***

Hermione put her feet up on the small porch table, leaning back in what had quickly become her favourite chair. The sunset glowed beautifully over the forest below. Draco startled her by taking her hand gently in his; she hadn’t even heard him sit down next to her.

She glanced over at him, pale skin alight with hues of orange and red. Merlin, he was beautiful.

***

“What about the statute of secrecy?” Draco slammed his hand down on the table. “We’d be throwing all of our rules out the window!”

“Think of all of the muggles we could save with our technology!” Hermione exclaimed, incredulous that he couldn’t see the bigger picture. “And the scientific research they could accomplish by harnessing our knowledge!”

“And the harm they could do by locking us up and using us for sick experiments!” He countered, eyes ablaze. “Muggles can be greedy, selfish-”

“Oh, because wizards are never greedy or-”

“-at least we had the sense to kill the wizards who wanted to kill-”

“-and if we just-”

“-for the sake of your own scientific fucking curiosity!” He stepped forward and she slapped him across the face.

He raised his hooded eyes and saw a smirk cross her face. He shoved her against the counter and crushed his lips against hers.

***

Hermione knew she should write home. She should tell Harry, at least, where she was, that she was okay. But she didn’t want to acknowledge the world outside of this little bubble. This bubble that felt so tentative, so tender, so breakable. She and Draco had been playing house for over a week, and she’d never felt so alive in her whole life.

She was afraid that if she reached outside of the cottage wards, even by letter, it would shatter whatever safety and privacy they had here. The freedom to explore whatever it was they were exploring with each other. She was slowly coming back to herself, not feeling lethargic and empty, the fire of her soul igniting after being broken so long ago in Malfoy Manor.

Draco watched her through the kitchen window, seeing the nervousness on her face. He assumed she was thinking of what was going to happen next. He had been trying not to think about the same thing. He’d spent his time alone in this cottage feeling guilt and regret and punishing himself emotionally for everything he’d done in his life.

But she was pulling him out of that, making him feel as if maybe he did deserve some forgiveness. And as she did, he subsequently was pulling her out of her emotional damage, and doing right by her felt like a different kind of penance.

***

An owl swooped in the open window and Draco stirred as it dropped a letter directly onto his head. He moved gently, not wanting to wake Hermione from her soft snores.

The letter could only be from one of two people, and as there was no St. Mungo’s letterhead, he sighed. A letter from Blaise would likely not be good news.

‘Did you kidnap Granger? A very angry Potter and his band of Aurors seem to think you did. I'm assuming only one of our mutual friends would have tipped them off to that kind of information.’

Draco groaned. Fucking Theo.

***

Hermione chewed on the end of her quill, not sure what to write. She sighed, and took another sip of her glass of scotch before gazing into the fire.

“You could just write ‘sod off, my life is none of your business,’” Draco drawled from the couch nearby. He had relented to her constant suggestions of muggle literature and was halfway through The Gunslinger by Stephen King. He wasn't ready to admit how much he was enjoying it.

“Prat.” She muttered good naturedly, and he turned back to his book.

***

A few days later, Hermione received an owl, but it wasn't from Harry. It was from Luna.

‘Hello, Hermione. I know that you're well and in good health, as I've been telling Harry since you disappeared. As well as he knows my intuitions are accurate, sometimes his denial runs too deep to believe me.

I hope you're not too disappointed that it's me writing to you and not him, but he's more than a little angry at both of you.’

Hermione snorted. She wasn't surprised. And she was glad that Luna was being her blunt self and not sugar coating the facts.

‘He's angry at you for trusting Draco after everything he did to you. And he's angry at Draco for taking you, to the point where he irrationally suspected he imperiused you to write the letter, regardless of the proof you enclosed.

He’ll come around. He just wants what’s best for you. And I think part of him feels guilty that he wasn't able to give that to you.’

Hermione blinked back tears. Harry had been the only thing keeping her anchored even the slightest bit.

‘But you know how he is. He’ll get over his Gryffindor pride and accept your relationship. It will just take time.

Enjoy your time. Enjoy each other. The war is over and our reward is happiness.

Love, Luna’
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