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Boys Night, Girls Night	By : ginbucket009 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 66024 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Boys Night, Girls Night
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Here's pt. 2!!! Maybe another on Sunday, but no guarentees as I don't know my work schedule yet! Enjoy!

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37.

Draco glanced at the clock. It was edging in on noon. Instead of contemplating a bed for a quick nap to sustain him- he grabbed another cup of coffee. Ginny threw him a dirty look.

“You need to sleep. If anything happens, you know I will wake you up.” She murmured under her breath, already knowing what he was going to say.

Draco ignored her and picked up his circuit he adopted for pacing. They had performed the spell an hour ago, but had no idea whether it worked. Harry was at the Ministry interrogating Henry Serpens who showed up on time and eager to help. Draco nearly blew a fuse over that comment. Just then, Draco stumbled into a chair on the third trip around the room. He had blinked and forgot to open his eyes.

Ginny sighed loudly and got up with her wand in front of her. “Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, do not think for one second I won’t use magic on your spoiled ass. You can barely function. What happens if Mione needs help and you can’t even apparate without splinching? Some hero you would be then. So you are going to go into the guest bedroom and go to fucking sleep this bloody second. If anything, no matter how small, happens I promise on my first born child I will tell you. Do you understand me?” She growled.

Draco made to argue, but when Ginny raised her wand - he realized simultaneously he forgot his by the window.

“Fine.” He garbled out. He shook his head experimentally, as if to try and regain some composure. “Bring me my wand, would you?” Dragging his feet, he just made it to the bed before his legs gave out. He heard rather than watched as Ginny placed his wand on the small table. He would have complained at her fussing over him as she draped a blanket around him, but he passed out before the thought became an action.

Ginny eased the door shut and headed back to the living room as the fireplace glowed green. Out walked Ron and Blaise. Both brushed off their clothes and sank heavily into the couch.

“Where’s Draco?” Blaise asked, looking around.

“I finally threatened him to get some sleep.” Ginny answered brusquely, going back to the list she was making. “Any news? How’s Harry?”

Ron shook his head. “He’s made no headway. Henry took veritaserum, everything is coming up blank.”

Ginny looked to Blaise, silently asking what Ron was still forgetting to add. Blaise let out a tired laugh. “He’s fine. He took a cat nap before Henry arrived around nine thirty. He’s been force fed, like you ordered, and there are two Aurors in the room with him, as you ordered.”

Ginny nodded to herself, finishing her list. On it was things that still didn’t add up. Like the alarms going off at Hermione’s apartment. The carefully concealed traces of Dark Magic in her apartment. Once Harry was done with round one of questioning Serpens, he promised they could look around Hermione’s apartment. Lucius was invited, because they knew he was as close to an expert as they could get on Dark Magic. Serpens was listed as a person of interest, for the time being. He could still be free, but just had to come in for questioning whenever summoned. Not coming when summoned was just as good as admitting to being guilty.

There was really nothing more to do. But wait.

Hermione was thinking about insanity and how fast it could strike. She had nibbled at the pancakes she made, but it made her think of Draco too much. It made her think of their last night together and that if something wasn’t done soon, it might be their last night together as well.

Nauseas, she thought about getting a shower to get the dried blood off her face when she could have sworn her trench coat, which was drunkenly hanging open, jumped.

Like physically jolted away from her body. More than that, she could have sworn it felt charged. That it was buzzing with magic. Unsure what it meant, she resolved not to shower. Whatever was going on she didn’t want to ruin it in a moment of stupidity.

She had to be insane. Her trench coat charged with magic?

Hermione silently debated if her mind was going or if she was just trying to make sense out of everything that happened. Secretly, she knew she was just hoping she had some sort of protection. Her trench coat didn't jump. Her mind just thought it would try and feed her insanity.

Reaching for a blanket over the back of the imitation couch, a pain in her wrist caused her to flinch. Her body was still tired. The bruises and injuries were hitting their stride in a spectacular array of colors. A glimpse in the pots and pans over the stove earlier showed large purple and dark spots across her throat and face. Her eyes were tinged red from when she was strangled and couldn’t get air.

And yet, she had been tucked in to sleep. Clothes untouched. Insane or not, Serpens, Oliver, whoever the attacker was had shown restraint whilst she slept and Hermione had a feeling that the very small rational side of the madman was sorry he hurt her. With all of this floating around in her head, she curled up on the couch. She knew it was the middle of the day, but quite frankly, she was exhausted. Henry was returning later, possibly with another hostage. She needed strength and to be ready for mind games. Just one little nap wouldn’t hurt.

Ginny was getting pretty irritated. She’d been trying to wake Draco up for five minutes now, and the only successful sign she had was when Draco shook his head. There was no time for this. Harry was going to be here any minute. They were heading to the apartment, and she had promised Draco. Losing all patience, Ginny cast an Aguamenti charm over Draco’s head.

Spluttering curses, some which Ginny had never heard before, Draco fell off the other side of the bed. Grinning, Ginny waited until Draco could make sense of what was going on. Even with all the drama and serious matters at hand, Ginny still could find some sort of amusement in tormenting Draco.

“Harry will be here in a couple minutes. You might want to look halfway presentable.” And then she walked out of the room.

Draco, still cursing ginger witches with god complexes, made it to the bathroom. He could remember the dream with total recall.

In the dream, he was with Hermione. He could still practically feel her next to him. In the dream they were sitting across from each other, in an unfamiliar apartment, simply searching each others face. Before long, Draco was asking where she was, where he could find her. Dream Hermione just sat there, apparently unable to respond. He asked if she was safe. Again, she blinked, searching his face, willing him to understand what she couldn’t say. A dark shadow started covering the room.

Then she opened her mouth…and he woke up. Damn it. It had felt so real.
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