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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.

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Can't seem to help myself :-)

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42.

Hermione was curled into a ball leaning against the bedroom door, playing a game with herself as she rocked back and forth. The game not only helped pass the time, but also allowed her to stay focused. The concussion she sustained was throbbing away, and by focusing on her game she was able to keep herself awake and alert.

It would be too easy to curl up and lay against the thick carpet...

No, true or false? She asked herself. You were kidnapped 18 hours ago. Hermione looked at her watch. True.

True or False, you will not give in to Serpens. True.

True or False, your wrist is in bad shape. True. Hermione delicately placed her wrist flat against her leg. It was swelling, red and purple and ugly. It clashed horribly with the green of her dress.

She wished none of this happened. That she was cuddled up with Draco back in their apartment, oblivious to everything else going on. Hermione could picture making him grumble as she woke him up, bossed him around into fixing things around the apartment, and then thanking him with kisses. At this time she probably would have been making dinner, trading quips back and forth with a smile on her face.

True or False, you fell in love with Draco.

Hermione paused, then conceded. What was the point in denying it? She was head over heels for the prat. She laughed softly to herself. Of course, it couldn't have happened easily. No, no, no, she had to realize it while kidnapped, bloody, bruised and facing the possibility that she might never see him again.

Just then she heard a loud clanging in the kitchen. Unsure what to make of it she turned around to press her ear against the door. Not two seconds later, another loud noise, sounding more like a table being dragged across the wooden floors reached her ears. Hermione tentatively opened the door a crack to peep outside. When she realized she looked like a frightened mouse, she pulled the door open all the way.

Serpens finally looked like himself, the polyjuice wearing off. He had a slight maniacal look about his face and he dragged the kitchen table towards the living room, mumbling to himself.

Hermione continued to stare as he arranged it to his liking. When he looked at her, she had to choke back the fear rising in her throat. He had a long kitchen knife in his hand.

"Curiosity killed the cat, you know?" Henry mused, handling the knife lovingly.

Hermione snorted. "If the knives worked then you would already be dead."

Henry grinned. "Things change." he stated ominously. "Now, what am I going to do? Our dinner guest is almost here and you've disobeyed me once again by not taking care of me. I'm hungry, pet. And yet there is no dinner on the table for me or our guest."

"Who is it?" Hermione demanded, ignoring the rest of his statement.

Henry plopped himself down on the table, swinging his legs back and forth, still holding the knife. "I think you know."

Of course she did. But she still couldn't picture how Henry was going to get Draco in here without bring a group of Aurors with him. What was there to gain by that?

Hermione paled when she thought of the parchment earlier that day. If invited, Draco might be reckless enough to come on his own.

Henry watched her thinking with a certain amount of glee. He then coughed to get her attention. Hermione looked back at him, and noticed he deliberately held his palm out. Then in a slow motion, Henry proceeded to cut his palm with the knife, letting the blood drip off his hand.

Hermione struggled to swallow and appear unaffected. Ok, so the charm on the knives had been lifted. She still had her coat, which offered her a certain amount of protection. Edging backwards, she rolled her eyes. "Still can't get near me, Serpens."

Henry laughed openly, getting to his feet. In the same fluid motion he reached beneath his robes and grabbed his wand. Hermione saw her wand also under his robes, winking at her. "I thought I told you to call me Henry?" He taunted, moving towards her. "We could have done this the easy way, pet. I was prepared not to use magic. But again, you are forcing me to do things I had no intention of doing." Henry hit the protection of her coat, and took a step back.

Hermione wanted to stand her ground, but instinctively she knew that standing in the open was not courage but suicidal. She turned and ran towards the door to the bedroom, the only protection she could think of. Just as she reached the threshold the door slammed in her face. She wrapped the coat tightly around her and veered towards the living room.

Even with the pounding of her heart in her ears she still heard the lazy sigh.

She felt something grab her ankle and Hermione went down like a pile of rocks. She landed hard, half on and half off the coffee table. Pain radiated through her entire body. Well, lets add ribs to the list, she thought dimly.

Rolling over, she drunkenly tried to stagger to her feet. Henry again looked half apologetic half mad. He pointed his wand at her and flicked his wrist. Hermione desperately tried to hold onto the fabric, but felt it rip away from her body. The pleasant feeling of protection drifted away with it and Henry summoned the cloth, and then set it on fire.

He turned back to her, and Hermione knew this was going to be the fight of her life. She struggled to breath, one arm trying to hold her ribs. Henry walked casually over, stopping just in front of her. "You have such spirit." He murmured leaning in. He placed a hand around her throat, more of a warning than anything else. Hermione felt herself trembling, every inch of her screaming to pull away.

He slowly breathed in and nuzzled her neck. Hermione grabbed a table lamp firmly in her hand and brought it with all the power she had left to crash over his head. Henry fell to the side, letting her go to catch himself.

It was then that many things happened in a matter of seconds.

With a burst a red light Draco appeared out of nowhere. He just had enough time to spot Hermione before Henry slashed his wand in the air, and Draco fell motionless on the ground.

Hermione screamed, scrambling to Draco's side, only having the time to check for a pulse before Serpens grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her away from him. Henry yanked her up by her hair and mumbled an incarcerous spell so she was tied to the kitchen table he had recently moved. Hermione struggled all she could manage, screaming Draco's name, unable to stop staring at his still body on the floor.

Then with a fist connected with her face, all Hermione saw was black.
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