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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
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And here is the second chapter I promised!

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40.

Hermione saw a flash of color and a swirl of robes out of the corner of her eye. She had been waiting for his return rather anxiously. Henry was back, once again looking like Oliver. It was all a ruse. Hermione knew exactly who it was now. She wanted to know who he was inviting later. She prayed it wasn’t Draco. Nothing good could come of that. Henry had the upper hand in everyway possible here.

She turned to the kitchen sink, looking into the fake windows. The lack of any movement or sound was her only warning. She sensed rather than heard him moving quickly behind her. She gripped the knife she had stored in her trench coat and whirled around, stopping his advance.

“Henry, why am I here?” she asked keeping her voice calm and firm.

Henry glared at her, but still seemed to find some source of amusement. “Oh, Hermione, my little pet, of course you’d figure it out sooner rather than later. Why don’t you put that knife down, and we’ll talk.” He took a step closer and Hermione felt her coat give a little pulse. What in the blazes is going on?

Hermione half laughed, clutching the knife harder, “Yeah, like that is going to happen. Henry, I don’t want to hurt you, but you obviously need help. Just let me go. I have no purpose here.”

Henry mockingly appeared to think about it, tapping his chin. “No. You do have a purpose here. Me. And if you think that knife is going to stop me from doing whatever I want you are sadly mistaken.”

“What in the hell do you mean ‘me’? If this is some messed up attempt to get Pansy back, you are seriously off your rocker.” Hermione took one step backwards, feeling with her foot as she went, careful to keep the knife in front of her and her eyes on Henry.

Henry looked slightly hurt, if a madman can contrive to look like that. “I don’t want Pansy. She gave up on us. She caved for money and a dull husband who can’t hold a candle to her. She was a greedy bitch.” Henry took a measured step forward, his expression changing to longing. “But not like you. Hermione, you have all the same characteristics as Pansy, all that fierceness, loyalty, and just, Merlin, that tight little body. You could…”

Hermione let Henry ramble on, tuning out his little speech. She felt utterly disgusted by his reasoning for beating her, stalking her, and kidnapping her. It was weak, and he was obviously completely naive if he thought he could persuade her overtime to love him instead of …later, she’d think about that later. The only person who could love this psycho is his mother, and even that was debatable. But he was the clear and present danger. She could daydream all she wanted once she got out of this hellhole.

Still making progress walking towards her, the closer he got the more her coat vibrated. Hermione could only hope it was going to offer some protection, but couldn’t see how that was possible. It was just a piece of fabric.

Glancing back to Henry’s face, she realized he had stopped talking and was looking at her expectantly. Hermione just stared back, chin raised.

“Did you not understand the question I asked?” Henry asked quietly, a flicker of anger in his eyes.

“I just stopped listening to the ranting of a lunatic. So no, I didn’t understand or hear the question.”

“You think me a lunatic?” he asked, with a half smile on his face.

Dimly, the expression rang a bell with her. It was the look he had before he slammed her face into the bathroom mirror. Holding that thought, she looked at Henry square in the face. “I call it like I see it.”

Hermione gave a little cry as Henry quickly lunged at her.

But the contact never occurred. Just as Henry reached towards her, he was thrown backwards. Hermione looked just as confused as Henry. Did she do wandless magic?

He made a grab for her again and was buffeted back another few steps. There was almost a buffer zone around her. He couldn’t get within arms reach of her. She grinned to taunt him.

Henry looked daggers at her. “What did you do, pet?”

Hermione didn’t have a clue what was going on, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Look, darling, why don’t you stop what you’re doing, put down the knife, and let’s just kiss and make up. We’re both a little on edge today.” Just as fast as he had lunged at her before, he was back to being perfectly polite and unassuming.

“I would sooner ask for a kiss from a dementor than from you.” Disgusted by his gall, Hermione threw the knife at him. But apparently, she wasn’t the only one with tricks. The knife hit him directly in the center of his chest, but fell harmlessly to the floor.

“Told you it wouldn’t do any harm. And if you stop whatever it is you’re doing, I promise your punishment won’t be severe.”

Hermione ignored him and tried to calm her thoughts. He didn’t know more about what was going on than she did, but she had a feeling Draco and/or Blaise was behind it. She had read about wizarding restraining orders, but they applied to the person, oddly enough her body felt normal, apart form the exertions from the past couple hours. It was the coat that felt buzzing.

Still unsure what was going on, Hermione deemed it was not best to sit in the open with Serpens. He would no doubt be actively trying to see what was going on, and she didn’t know how long the enchantment would last. She walked into the bedroom and locked the door. She sat on the floor in front of it, so Serpens couldn’t reach for the handle. She heard his footsteps come to an abrupt halt as he continued to follow her, and a frustrated curse.

Randomly, Hermione started laughing. And once she started she couldn’t stop. She doubled over clutching at her stomach, tears running down her face. She was kidnapped, bruised, bloody, and not one idea as to how to get out of this place without her wand. But she found it rather hysterical that the man who had taken her could no longer touch her, or be within a dozen feet of her. Surely he never expected that little wrench into his plans. It gave her hope.
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