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Earth Shattering	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the AMAZING JK Rowling. One event however, is based off real facts and no profit is made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Meeting
- 2-Unexpected
- 3-Descent
- 4-Almost
- 5-Confessions
- 6-Change
- 7-Breathe
- 8-Remember
- 9-Home
- 10-Release
- 11-Wrong
- 12-Strong
- 13-Quidditch
- 14-Beginning
- 15-Endgame
- 16-Truth
- 17-Epilogue
- 3
- 4
- 5
Sorry for the delay everyone. Its been a LONG few days. I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving though! Well those that celebrate it. :)

Chapter 4- Almost
04:09pm
Draco and Hermione’s face fell when they heard a loud scream. Hermione’s head whipped around quickly before she looked back to Draco with panic in her brown eyes.
Draco lifted his left leg with his hands, off of her lap and she quickly stood up. She ran to the office door and looked out. She looked back to him, seeming to be conflicted on helping him up or running to the person who screamed.
“Go!” he told her firmly “I’ll manage.”
She nodded her head but still looked torn to leave him.
“Granger, Go!”
With that, she rushed out of the room and ran down the hall. Draco rested his hands on the arms of the chair he was sitting in and managed to lift him-self to stand up. He hobbled on his right leg, trying not to put too much weight on his left as he balanced himself on the desk.
Turning around, he looked at the door and closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. Letting the air out slowly he began to add some weight to his injured leg. The pain was not as bad as when he first received the cut but it still was not great. It was however, okay enough to limp on without the help of Hermione.
He stumbled when he took a step and almost fell into the wall but he managed to catch himself and decided to use the wall as a minor crutch.
Gliding his hands across the wall, he limped his way out of the room. He had managed to get halfway down the hall when he came to a cross road and realized, he didn’t know which way Hermione went. The building was like a maze and he never really walked on any other floor but the lobby and his own.
He stood at the intersection trying to make up his mind and pick a path. He decided to go left when he heard another scream, followed by shouting, to the right.
Turning right immediately, he began limping down the hall.
“HELLO! GRANGER, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” he shouted out.
But as Draco got closer to where he thought he heard the scream, the noise in hallway started to fill with a loud roaring noise.
“GRANGER!” he called out again.
“MALFOY!” He heard Hermione’s panicked voice and quickly limped as fast as he could to area that held a whole room full of cubicles.
He walked in to the large room but he could not see Hermione anywhere. He looked around frantic and tried to peer over the dividers separating each station, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Granger!” he cupped his hands and yelled out.
“Over here! Hurry!”
He looked in the direction to the left and followed where her voice came from, as quickly as he could.
Upon seeing her, his stomach twisted. She was laying down over a large hole in the floor appearing to be holding on to something, as a man, who looked to have seen better days, sat behind her, leaned up against a desk.
“What the?”
Hermione’s head snapped to him when she heard his voice and the horror in her eyes, brought fear to his.
“Help me!” she cried in a plea.
Draco didn’t know how sturdy the floor was, so he lowered himself to the ground like he learnt to do one brutal winter at Hogwarts, when Theodore Nott fell through the ice on the Black Lake and almost drowned. No one else volunteered to risk their lives to get him, so Draco balanced his weight evenly across the ice so it wouldn’t crack more, and ended up saving him.
He crawled his way over to Hermione who was now struggling to hold on to whatever it was that fell in the hole.
Looking over the edge he saw a woman dangling in the air. Hermione was just barely holding on to her as the woman kicked and panicked to try pull herself up. The raging fire they saw on the level below them had weakened the floor, causing it to collapse, and was now beginning to flare up.
The woman let out another scream as the fires intensity rose and played at her feet. Draco quickly reached in and grabbed her arm but the lady was sweating, due to the heat, and he couldn’t get a good grip on her.
Looking around for something, anything, the woman could grab a hold of, was useless. She didn’t have enough time and the flames were getting higher. The floor shook as piece of the floor dropped into flaming Hell below.
He needed to move fast. He didn’t have his wand and he could see Hermione’s grip begin to slip. The only thing that he could think to do, was use what he had on him.
Draco ripped the buttons off his white shirt as he took it off, leaving him in just a plain white under tank. He twirled it in his hands while holding the cuffs of his sleeves, so it made a makeshift looking rope. He quickly crawled back over to the fallen woman and Hermione, who were both struggling to hold on.
An explosion of fire burst up out of the hole, only a few inches from what he could see, away from the woman. She let out a scream of pain and fear and he watched her slip further out of the Gryffindor’s grasp.
Moving fast, Draco wrapped his shirt around the woman’s back and brought the sleeves up and around under her armpits twice, giving her support as the fabric tightened around her arms.
Rebar in the form of a square, stuck out from the broken floor and it gave Draco another idea. Wrapping the sleeves of the shirt around his wrists he turned his head to look at Hermione.
“Granger, let go!” he shouted over the deafening roar of the fire “I’ve got her.”
Hermione looked at him with worry and doubt but she seemed to trust him enough, and removed her hands. The woman cried bloody murder as she released her hold, and gasped on to Draco’s wrists; her body swinging in front of him.
He quickly turned his body and placed his good leg in front of him. He stuck his heel in between the gap of the metal bar and began to pull with everything he had.
The woman rose halfway out of the hole and Hermione quickly moved in to grab her belt and hoist her, the rest of the way up. Draco fell backwards at the loss of weight but quickly sat up and scurried away from the edge.
Once he deemed that he was far enough away, he laid back and tried to catch his breath while sweat poured down the sides of his face. Hermione however, was beating the flames off of the woman’s legs with the shirt he used to pull her up and managed to contain the embers.
He started to crawl over to the pair and saw how badly burnt the woman’s legs were as she shook on the ground. There was no way she would be able to walk out of this building and he couldn’t possible carry her with his own leg injured. Hermione wouldn’t be able to carry them both either and she too, looked to have known that.
He at least knew he could limp his way around for a short period of time but there was still the badly injured guy, leaning against the desk, they would also have to move out of the room.
But before he could think any more, Hermione moved from her knelt position at the ladies side and went to pull the man away from the edge. Once he was out of reach of the flames she knelt back down and began to panic.
“I don’t…I don’t know what to do! There is nothing…around for me to help. We don’t have our wands and there is no water, or…or…or blankets. Oh god, what do I do? What d-”
“Granger!” he called out to her but she didn’t hear him through her rambling.
“Granger!” he yelled out again.
She still wasn’t listening to him so he crawled closer to her. She turned her head to face him with tears streaming down her ash covered face.
“I don’t know what to do.” She sobbed.
Draco looked at her with sympathy and cupped her cheek in his left hand. She cried some more, not evening caring that he was touching her, so he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a hug.
He held on to her as she cried into his neck, not really knowing himself what to do. He looked down at the burned woman as he continued to hug Hermione, and noticed she was not shaking anymore. In fact, she was now no longer breathing.
The fire and the panic state she was in, appeared to be too much for her. Half of her body was covered in third degree burns and he didn’t even want to know what her back looked like after the explosion of flames, burst behind her.
He snuck a peek at the guy Hermione had dragged over and also noticed, he too, was not breathing as he lay on his side.
Draco didn’t know how to tell Hermione that their efforts were for not as he held her head to him. He didn’t even know how to tell her that there was nothing else she even could do.
She pulled her head back and wiped her tears away from her reddened cheeks after crying on him for several minutes. She let out a deep sigh and looked down at her hands.
“I know they weren’t going to make it.” she whispered and he almost didn’t hear her over the roaring fire. “I…” she looked over to the woman “I just couldn’t let them die in that fiery grave…I…I would want someone to do the same for me…We don’t even know who they are.”
Draco had no idea what to say; there was nothing he really could say. He looked down at the woman and saw a name tag on her charred blouse.
“Leena…Accounting.” He read the tag sadly.
Hermione raised her eyes to him with a heavy expression before turning her head to look at the deceased man.
“Nate…Human…Human Resources.” She stuttered slightly while trying to stifle another cry.
“Now, we know who they are.” He took a breath and studied the brave Gryffindor in front of him for a couple of seconds. “…We should get going. The fire below will keep weakening the structure and we don’t want to be here when it does.” He claimed softly.
She nodded her head and went to stand up. Holding out a hand she helped Draco to his feet; but as he went to wrap his right arm around her to support himself, she stopped him.
His face was one of confusion as she looked into his grey eyes with parted lips. Her gaze flashed to his lips before returning to his eyes.
“Gran-”
She cut him off with a fast and hard kiss. His eyes widened in the shock and before he had a chance to return the kiss, she pulled away.
Draco looked at her, dumbfounded, and tried to think of every possible situation that would make him deserve any type of affection from Hermione Granger.
“Oh God…I…I am so sorry….I don’t…I don’t know wh-” she began staring wide eyed at him; but he refused to let her finish.
He pulled her back to him in one quick motion and placed his lips on hers. He waited a second, not wanting to seem greedy, to see what she would do. She eventually accepted the kiss and flicked her tongue; giving him permission, to deepen the experience.
Draco cupped her face with his left hand and pressed more into her; their tongues exploring one another’s and her taste, her taste was like candy on his lips and her essence, it was like something he had been missing his whole life and finally found.
He wanted her, but not in just a sexual way, he wanted her smarts, her personality; her love. He wanted, all of her.
Hermione broke the kiss after less than a minute, and turned partially away from him. But he could see her lick her lips as if savoring the taste of him and he watched, as she began holding her fingers delicately up to her mouth with a small smiling resting on her beautiful, now plump, swollen, lips.
She didn’t look at him once, but he sure as hell couldn’t stop looking at her.
That was it. That, was all he needed, to confirm that he was in love with Hermione Granger; the Know-it-all, Bookworm Golden Girl, Gryffindor Princess, whose life he had made unbearable back at Hogwarts.
But a simple kiss was not something that would make her love him. It wasn’t even something that would make her forgive him for the terrible shit he used to put her through. However, it was a start.
Draco continued to stare at the girl of his dreams as the situation suddenly turned awkward. They both just stood there, not saying a word, while a raging fire brewed under their feet. Finally though, Hermione turned to him and while she tried to look anywhere but in his eyes, he could tell his kiss left its imprint where it needed to.
“We uh…We should go.” she stated, flickering her gaze from his face to the floor while nervously waving a hand in the air.
“Okay.” He replied placing his hands in the pockets of pants.
Hermione started walking off without him and he stood there for a brief moment in bliss; remembering every detail of her touch before finally realizing, she was leaving without him and he couldn’t run to catch up.
“Um…Granger?” he turned towards the exit.
“Yeah?” she turned around and looked at him, as if waiting for him to ask his question.
It took her all of five seconds before she understood why he was just standing there.
“Oh! Right, sorry.” she rushed back over to him and lifted his left arm to wrap around her neck.
They slowly hobbled out of the room in awkward silence as they made their way to the other set of stairs. Problem was, after dealing with the rush of trying to save lives that ended up perishing anyway, they got turned around. They were both, now lost.
“Which way?” she asked, looking around an intersecting hallway.
“I don’t know.” He responded also looking around, trying to remember which way he came from originally.
“But this is your building, Malfoy. How do you not know?”
“It’s not like I have the blueprints imprinted in my head, Granger. I didn’t build the place.”
“But you own it. You should know every detail of the layout.”
“I am only ever on two floors. I have no need to visit other levels, so I found no need to know the schematics.”
She rolled her eyes at him.
“What?” he questioned annoyed.
“Nothing.” she stated a little too harshly.
“That is not a nothing, nothing that is a something, nothing, so tell me what that nothing is.”
“What?” she looked at him with a raised brow in confusion.
“What?” he shrugged.
“You…I…What?” she stammered.
“Okay, I am officially confused.”
“Me too.”
“Why don’t we just go this way?” he suggested pointing to the right.
“Um…okay.” She agreed but she looked weary of just picking a path at random.
“Look, Granger, we either pick a way and hope for the best or we stand here forever until someone comes and rescues us; which could take hours for firefighters to set up a plan and make it up this high.”
“This way is fine.” She said with a faint coldness in her voice.
Draco nodded his head and they head off down the hall. It bothered him how her mood changed so quickly. One minute she was kissing him and then the next, she was back to being sour. He wondered if the kiss was a mistake. They were so caught up in the heat of the moment that the kiss just happened. He wanted it to happen but maybe, just maybe, she regretted it.
They ended up finding the stairs without a problem but her attitude towards him grew and he was getting fed up with it. He held his tongue though, through the rest of their journey but she kept picking fights with him for no reason and it baffled the living daylights out of him.
They had made it to the third floor when Draco finally had enough.
“What is your problem?” he stopped walking, causing her to halt in her tracks at the bottom of the stairs in front of the door for level three.
“Nothing.” she replied slightly angry.
“Obviously it is something! You have nonstop been trying to start a fight with me the whole way down; even when I tried ignoring you. Apparently, shutting you out just makes you more angry but fighting back revs you up more! What do you want from me?” he threw his hands in the air.
Hermione stood there motionless; shock that he finally came back at her. But as soon as she went to open her mouth to retort, the buildings foundation shifted due to the damage caused by the storm; the storm that was still raging outside the small window in the stairwell.
They both dropped their heads to look at the floor and try to keep their balance, but the shaking stopped just as quickly as it started. Draco raised his head slowly; his grey eyes met brown before the ground below them, collapsed and he could no longer see the brave beauty in front of him.
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