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The Lost Time	By : kate0404 Category: Harry Potter > Round Robins > Round Robins Views: 13264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione disentangled herself from Draco�s arms and stood, not caring that the weird wind ruffled her opened blouse, baring her body. She stared at the glimmering air, barely aware of Draco rising to stand behind her.
�I don�t understand. What do you mean, it�s Time?�
She shook her head. �I�m not sure exactly how to explain it, but this is what I need. This is what was in the bell jar back home.� She began to fumble in her skirts, then turned to her robes lying on the ground. She picked them up, shoving her hand into first one, then the other pocket. Finding what she needed, she pulled it free. �Aha!�
She turned to see Draco watching her with a curious expression on his face. She held up one of the empty phials she always carried with her. �Somehow, I need to get some of that -� she pointed at the shimmering air swirling around them �- in here.�
�You think you can fix the Turner if you can get some of� that in there?� He waved his arm around him in a wide arc.
�Perhaps.� She walked closer to the edge of the ruin, ignoring Draco�s word of caution as she knelt, examining the way the air reflected the light, as it gently billowed around them. Then she realized that the glittering specks were actually part of the air, not individual particles being moved by it. She looked closer at the stone, trying to locate exactly where the glimmering air came from. It seemed to be coming right through the stone, but how was that possible? She removed the stopper on the phial and held the mouth over the stone, but the air seemed to avoid being captured in the phial. With a scowl, she tried once more. Finally, she managed to catch some of the air and quickly stoppered the phial. A few swirls of light were reflected against the glass.
She stood and faced Draco. �I don�t know if I have enough, I want to find the source of the time. Perhaps I can capture more of it at its source.� She shifted on her feet, staring at the air swirling inside the phial. Hope hammered in her chest, her breath coming sharply. This could solve the problem. She took a step toward Draco when the stone beneath her suddenly crumbled.
She saw Draco rushing toward her, even as the solid rock gave way and she was falling. He yelled, but she barely heard him as he ran toward her, one arm outstretched. Then he was out of sight and all she could see was the shimmering air rushing around her as she tumbled. Her scream was drowned by the roaring in her ears and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her wand was tucked into the pocket in her robes. Which lay atop the ruins, far above her. Panic started to rise, suffocating her.

Without conscious thought, Draco Apparated to the bottom of the ruins, pointing his wand at Hermione as she hurtled toward him. His heart pounding like a stampeding Hippogriff, he slowed her descent, his reflexes kicking in as he braced himself. The sight of fear in her eyes, in those few brief moments as he watched her fall, had slammed him into full Auror mode. Her scream had stopped and she floated slowly down. He held out his arms and caught her.
For several moments, all she did was stare at him. �All right, that was pretty impressive,� she finally said.
He heaved a sharp breath and chuckled, shaking his head. �You owe me now, Granger.� He didn�t tell her how afraid he had been in those few moments when he worried he wouldn�t get to her in time. He had worried she wouldn�t be able to stop her own fall, which had turned out to be the case. She�d been in a complete freefall. He settled her to her feet.
�All right now?� he asked.
�Yes. Thank you.� But she took several moments to lean against him. Her body shook madly. He recognized her fear and knew it matched his own. Even now that she was safe, the image of her disappearing from view set his heart to pounding all over again.
�I�ve got to find the source,� she said finally, stepping back and running a hand through her hair. It did nothing to stop the bushy mass from flying wildly around her head. She held up the little phial. �This isn�t enough. I need more, in case my first few attempts don�t work.� She summoned her robes and slipped them on, pulling her wand free.
He nodded. �I�ll help you look.� But as he studied the stone structure, he wondered if it was safe to attempt entering. He glanced at Hermione, but she was already busy searching for a way into the castle.
�Over here!� She disappeared into the stone, and Draco swore under his breath.
�Damn it Granger, will you wait for me?� He quickly followed her, stepping through the tiny doorway into the darkness. He didn�t like this, not one bit.
�Granger!� he hissed in a sharp whisper. �Where the bloody hell are you?�
�Right here.� Her voice came from his left and he slowly moved toward it. As his eyes adjusted she came into view. Perhaps it was the reflective qualities of the air moving around her instead, that made her visible.
He couldn�t do anything but stare at her for a few moments. The glittering breeze ruffled her hair and illuminated her face, making her seem to shimmer. For a few moments, all he could think of was how lovely she looked. The wonder and joy on her face spurred his own excitement and he moved closer, fingers tightening around his wand.
�Do you see it?� she asked when he was beside her.
He nodded. �I do. This is what you need to fix the Turner?�
�I think so.� She opened another phial and held it into the breeze. It didn�t take long before she was once again stoppering the phial and turning to face him, a bright eager smile on her face.
�I think this will be enough for now. We need to get back to the Shrieking Shack. I�ve got to begin work on the Turner. We�re probably going to have to come back for more.�
He nodded. But he wasn�t going to forget what had almost happened, even if it appeared Hermione had. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and hauled her close, devouring her mouth, suddenly needing to taste her, to reassure himself she was safe. When he drew away, she was panting as hard as he was.
�Let�s go.� He took her hand, ignoring the husk of his voice as he Disapparated them away from the ruins.

Hermione wanted to scream in frustration. Every time she thought she had the correct formula in place, it quickly became apparent it was incorrect. Not a single attempt to program the Turner she�d been given in Italy had worked. At all.
To make matters worse, thoughts of Draco and their brief encounter at the ruins kept intruding. She hated to admit she liked it more than she�d thought. Draco was certainly a skilled lover. Somehow, that bothered her as much as it excited her. She wasn�t sure why.
She sighed. Concentrate! What was wrong with her? She couldn�t afford to daydream about how good it had felt to be in Draco�s arms. Her focus needed to be on the Turner and why she couldn�t make it work. She�d been over the calculations again and again, and she�d gotten nowhere. She couldn�t even travel back one minute, let alone� she froze.
Just how far ahead in time had they gone? She had been reasonably sure of that when they�d first arrived, but now she realized she didn�t have an exact date, or time. She�d calculated everything so carefully, how could she have forgotten that one detail? How could she have made such a potentially disastrous assumption? This time she did scream.
The door to her workroom opened and Draco was suddenly scowling at her. �What the hell is it now?�
She flinched at the snarl in his voice. She knew why. After that delightful interlude at the Mayan ruins, she�d brushed him � and all of his attempts to resume where they�d left off � aside. She sighed.
�We�ve forgotten something very important.� She stared at the notes in her hand. �We don�t know when we are.�
�What?�
�We�ve been here nearly a week, and we still don�t know exactly where in the future we are.�
�I thought you said it was three years!� He folded his arms and scowled.
�Yes, but exactly when? I need the date. My calculations are off, nothing is working. I should have been more precise about this from the beginning, I just assumed it was the same date as it had been three years ago, and based on what we�ve seen so far, there was no reason to think otherwise. But apparently, I was wrong.�
He stared at her wide-eyed. �Did you just say you were wrong?�
What was that supposed to mean? �Yes, I did. Why?�
He gave a bitter laugh. �So Hermione Granger, Unspeakable, has admitted she�s wrong. I didn�t think I�d ever hear that! And if I hadn�t heard it for myself, I don�t think I would have believed it.�
Hermione flinched at the harshness of his voice. She narrowed her eyes and folded her arms. �Just what is that supposed to mean?�
He shook his head. �Nothing. I�ll go see if I can find us a paper, then we can restore your perfect record!�
He turned but she reached out and grabbed his arm. �Just a minute. What is your problem?�
�Nothing, Granger. Nothing at all. Your perfect little plans just keep going awry lately, don�t they?� He folded his arms and stared down at her, his face lined with anger.
She shook her head in confusion. �Listen. Draco, I�m sorry I got us into this mess, but I will get us back. Just because we�ve had a few setbacks- �
�A few? Try everything we�ve done hasn�t worked or has gone badly wrong. I�m leaving.� He turned away once more.
�Wait! Draco!� A sudden burst of anxiety confused her. She hated to admit it, but a tiny part wondered that if he left, would he come back? Of course he would.
He paused, but did not turn around. His shoulders were tight, his spine straight. She stepped in front of him, forcing him to stare down at her. The ice in his eyes chilled her.
�I� I really am sorry,� she said. She sounded so lame, but she didn�t know what else to say to ease the tension pouring from him.
He nodded, but his entire manner remained stiff and unyielding, from the grim line of his mouth to the tightly clenched hands at his side. �Fine. Now, could you move aside so I can leave?� He snapped the words out in short clipped tones that made her wince.
�What�s wrong with you? This morning, you were all happy and now you act like you just want to kill me.� She reached a hand toward him, strangely hurt when he stepped back.
He shook his head, an odd glimmer in his eyes. �Not kill you.�
Comprehension dawned and her own eyes widened. He was that upset they hadn�t finished their� what was that anyway? She laid a hand on his arm, trying not to notice the way he flinched.
�I� I�m sorry.� She gave a bitter laugh. �I seem to be saying that a lot all of a sudden.�
He stared at her, silent, and she wondered what he was thinking. Finally, he looked away.
�You know, you don�t have to walk around all angry and nasty.� His attitude was starting to grate on her nerves, of which there weren�t many unfrayed at this point. It was an accident that this had happened, and he was as much a part of that as she was.
�Forgive me, I shouldn�t be upset that I�ve been dumped into the future against my will with the most infuriating, annoying, cold-hearted - �
�Wait just a minute! I am not cold-hearted! Is this because you didn�t get your way? Sorry, Malfoy, I thought it was more important that we resolve the issue of getting home rather than stopping for a quick shag.� She tried to ignore the iciness surrounding her heart. He thought her annoying?
�Is that what you think that was?�
�What else? Your reputation apparently doesn�t lie.� She folded her arms, glaring at him to try and keep the hurt from showing.
�My reputation? When the hell did that start to matter?�
She didn�t know what to say. She turned and started to walk away, but his hand clamped like a vice on her arm.
�You�re not going anywhere! What the hell is this about my reputation?�
She didn�t want to tell him the thoughts that had been nagging at her all day. It was well known that Draco Malfoy was a playboy of the biggest proportions, and with nearly a week gone by and none of his regular �dates� available, Hermione supposed she was the closest thing. It bothered her more than she cared to admit to think he had only been intimate with her because she was all he had.
�Nothing, Malfoy. Just forget I said anything.� She tried to pull her arm away but he didn�t release her.
�Oh no. I want to know why all of a sudden you�re all so hung up on my reputation. Jealous?�
Heat flooded her face. �I most certainly am not!�
Draco�s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she thought the corners of his mouth twitched. �I think you are.�
He was pulling her closer, and she couldn�t resist, he was simply too strong. But there was a fire in his eyes mixed with the residual anger. Before she could think on it, she was suddenly crushed against him, his mouth devouring, hungry and capable of banishing any logical thought. Her entire body ached, simply ached, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight as she responded eagerly to him.
Her lips opened, letting him inside to taste her, and their tongues dueled in an ancient teasing dance that left them both groaning. Draco pulled away, his eyes darkened with passion. Without another word, he scooped her against him and strode to the bedroom, kicking the door open, his mouth sealed to hers once again. Then he was laying her on the bed, gently, so gently, spreading her out beneath his hard body, while his mouth continued to sip at hers, drawing her need into a flare that seemed to consume her with its intensity. As he settled himself between her legs, he drew away from her mouth, sliding his lips along her jaw, her neck, back up to her ear, his tongue soothing and tormenting and arousing - oh Merlin, was it arousing - at the same time, and making her pussy drenched with need. Her fingers clenched in his hair, needing something to hold onto, to try and steady herself against the sensations buffeting her.
His hands were cupping her breasts, his mouth sliding down between them as he tore at her blouse, sending buttons flying. She gasped and he lifted his head, piercing her with a stare.
�I�ll fix it later,� he growled, lowering his head to resume his journey. When his mouth closed over the tip of her breast, she gave herself up to his magic, and let herself get swept away.
His mouth and hands moved over her, his lips and tongue scorching her when they enveloped a nipple, hardened with anticipation. Her other breast was under the torment of his hand, fingers rolling and squeezing, pinching and making her cry out, her body arching wildly against his.
He pressed against her, lifting his head and piercing her with that deep silver stare. �You�re about to get a sampling of my reputation.�
The words were like a cold shock, jolting her to reality. She started to fight him, pushing at him, but he only pressed his body harder against hers, pinning her to the mattress, his mouth on hers before she could utter a single protest. Her anger was forgotten as the blood in her veins began to simmer, the heat spreading outward from every place his body rested on hers.
The hard planes of his chest mashed against her breast, but the sensation was a delight to her frayed senses. His tongue was driving deep into her mouth, laying claim to her, while his hips jerked, his erection hard against her core. The fire blazed hotter and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
When he lifted his head, the sound of the combined harsh breathing filled the silence. His mouth was again on her throat, his teeth grazing against her skin and making her gasp sharply. His hands held her breasts, molding and caressing, making her body ache for more. She couldn�t find words to tell him what she wanted, so she squirmed against him, trying to drive herself closer to his touch.
�What is it, Granger? What do you want?�
Hermione was barely aware Draco had stopped kissing her and was staring expectantly down at her.
�You,� she moaned.
As he lowered his head, he whispered something she didn�t quite hear, and suddenly they were both naked. She barely had a chance to let the realization sink in before he captured her mouth once more, then nothing mattered but him and what he was doing to her.
Her hands roamed his warm flesh, loving the way his muscles tensed and bunched under touch. But she could barely concentrate on that when his leg slid up, pressing against her throbbing core. She moaned into his mouth, her hips jerking up to meet him.
She finally pulled away. �Fuck me, Draco.�
His eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face. �Slow down, Hermione. You aren�t getting off that easy.�
Something about the way he winked at her, combined with his pun, brought another surge of excitement that left her pussy dripping with anticipation. She tried to pull him closer, but he resisted her efforts, leaning back but pinning her in place with his body.
His hands were everywhere, her breasts, her hips, under her to squeeze her arse, pressing her pussy even more tightly against him. His mouth trailed along her throat and chest, and her head thrashed wildly as she clung to him. This was unlike anything she�d ever known before, the heat of passion he stirred so intense, she was afraid she�d have scorch marks when he was done with her. But she didn�t care, throwing herself into the inferno was the only choice she truly had.
She tugged on his hair, lifting his head and pulling him close to plaster her lips against his. She couldn�t get enough of him, his heady taste, the oh-so-male scent of him, the feel of his body hot against hers. And when his hand crept down to cup her pussy, she couldn�t think anymore. She was nothing but a mass of feelings as he slid his fingers along her folds, dipping briefly inside, then withdrawing her, making her groan in disappointment. He chuckled against her lips, continuing his meandering exploration of her core. A slight pinch at her clit made her squeal, even as the fire roared in her veins.
Over and over, his talented fingers caressed and toyed with her, until she realized with a start she was begging him to continue.
�Do you like that, Hermione? Does it feel good?� He punctuated his words with another teasing squeeze at her clit.
�Yes, oh yes!� she was no longer in control of her body. Her reactions to his touch were pure instinct and she writhed against his tormenting fingers. �Draco, please!�
�What is it?�
�More, oh, gods, please!�
�How�s this?� His increased his pressure, his strokes growing more insistent, his thumb brushing against his clit.
�Good, oh!�
A finger had dipped inside, while his thumb continued those exquisite caresses, until her body was soaring, higher and higher, and she was barely aware of his face in her neck, his harsh breath hot against her skin, his fingers filling her, stretching her, his thumb driving her higher and higher and�
With a deep-throated scream, pleasure exploded within her, blinding her, even as she wanted it to last forever, the waves tumbling over her in a maelstrom that sucked the breath from her lungs. She writhed beneath him as he wrung every last cry from her with his hand, until the last wave had ebbed and she lay weakly on the bed.
Her eyes were heavy, and her body relaxed in spent pleasure. Draco�s weight against her felt strangely comfortable. She turned to meet his gaze. A sleepy smile curved her mouth.
�Don�t fall asleep on me now, Granger, I�m not done with you yet.�
The thickness of his voice belied his own desire, which stirred hers once more. When he rose above her, her gaze settled on his cock, hard and erect. She reached out for him, slowly closing her fingers around his length. A deep groan escaped him and she shook off her sated drowsiness. Her excitement grew as she slowly stroked him. His eyes closed for an instant, then snapped open to pierce her once again.
�That�s enough,� he gritted out as he tore her hand from him. She barely had a chance to think up a protest before he filled her with one powerful thrust.
For several heartbeats, he remained still and they simply stared at each other, perhaps surprised they were joined this way. But the feel of his hard cock filling her pussy made Hermione hungry for more, so she wrapped her arms and legs around him and drove herself up against him.
At that, he began to move within her, each stroke longer and deeper than the previous one. She gasped as he withdrew until only the head rested inside her. He held still for several moments, then fucked hard back into her, making them both cry out.
She held on to him, meeting each thrust, matching his rhythm, her fingers seeking out the hard lines of his shoulders, her mouth moving along the planes of his chest. And each stroke of his cock increased the sensation consuming her, her body nothing but an instrument to be played by his. And play it he did.
Every few strokes, he changed his angle, finding another spot inside her to make her quiver with delight. She held on tight, savoring the words he murmured in her ear, even though she could barely hear them over the blood roaring in her ears. And then the world was exploding again, her body coming apart and back together, her heart threatening to pound out of her chest. She cried his name. His answering shout was deafening and he stiffened for a moment, before he thrust into her powerfully again and again. Each stroke made him pulse inside her, making her pleasure go on, radiating throughout her over and over.
Finally, he leaned heavily on her, his breathing harsh in her ear. She continued to hold him, her embrace tightening, savoring the feel of his heart pounding against her chest in rhythm with hers. He finally raised his head, piercing her with his silver gaze.
�You�re amazing,� he said, pressing a hard kiss to her lips.
�I� that was wonderful,� she admitted.
�It was a hell of a lot more than that, Granger.� He eased himself out of her and she sighed in disappointment. �Give me a few minutes.�
�You feel so good,� she whispered, her body giving another soft shudder as an aftershock of pleasure assailed her.
�So do you. He rolled to his back, but she refused to let go of him, rolling with him. He chuckled and wrapped his arms tight around her waist, holding her near. It felt right.

They must have dozed, because when Draco opened his eyes, the late afternoon sun was starting to set. Nestled against his chest, Hermione gave a sleepy protest as he shifted around her.
�Come on, we need to get going,� he whispered, pressing his lips against her ear. She sighed and snuggled closer, and her warmth had him stirring. He hugged her close for a moment, inhaling her sweet and enticing scent. He wanted to slide into her body, and watch her come alive and awake. But they had things to do.
�Hermione, wake up.� He eased her from his arms, and shook her shoulder gently. �Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.�
�Don�t want to.�
He smiled at her petulant tone. �Too bad. We have to get a paper and work on getting home. I want to fuck you in my own bed. Properly.�
At that, she stiffened, her head finally lifting away from his chest. Her eyes, hazy with sleep, settled on him. She blinked several times.
�What?�
�You heard me. I want to take you properly. In a proper bed.�
A shudder passed through her at his words, making her tremble delightfully against him. He stifled a groan as his cock hardened. Maybe they could wait a little longer for that newspaper. He lowered his head, taking her mouth in a leisurely kiss that had her clinging to him, her warm body arching wildly against his. He didn�t think he�d ever get enough of the feel of her in his arms.
After another intense round of lovemaking, Hermione was finally persuaded to leave the bed. Draco watched her as they dressed, noticing the way she kept avoiding his gaze. He finally took her by the shoulders and forced her to look at him.
�What�s wrong?� he asked.
She shook her head. �Nothing. I just� I wonder if� �
�What?�
�Nothing, it�s silly.� She turned away.
He cupped her chin, his eyes searching her face. �Tell me, Granger.�
She sighed. �It�s just that� if it weren�t for this situation, you wouldn�t have� we wouldn�t� I�m convenient.�
He stared at her for a few moments, wanting to laugh. But he recognized the hurt in her eyes and knew this was not the time for brevity. He wanted to ease the doubt he read in her face.
�You can�t be serious.�
She said nothing, anger igniting in her eyes. She folded her arms.
�You are serious. Come here.� He pulled her against him. �Perhaps this situation brought it about a bit sooner, but believe me, Granger, this would have happened anyway.�
She lifted her head, surprise and confusion in her eyes. �What?�
�I would have persuaded you to go out with me eventually. I�ve been watching you for a while now, Granger. And I�ve been waiting for my moment.�
�Your moment?�
�Yes. The chance to take you out, wine and dine you, and then dine on you for dessert.�
It was a struggle not to laugh at her expression as realization crept into her face, along with the most delightful blush. He shrugged and hugged her tighter. �So things didn�t happen exactly as I planned. But when we get back, I intend to forge ahead.�
�And what makes you think I�ll go along with it?�
�Oh you will. Because I know you felt it too.�
�Felt what?� Her voice was soft and low, hesitant.
�The earth move. Making love to you was more than I had ever imagined, and I think you feel the same way.�
She nodded, still staring at him in astonishment. �I do.�
He finally released her, hating the chill that came without her in his arms. �Good. Now that that�s out of the way, what do you say we tend to our errands?�
She nodded and took the hand he held out to her. With a loud pop, she Apparated them out of the Shack.

Hermione felt giddy as they walked through Diagon Alley. Draco held her hand, but for some reason, she was disappointed that he had cast a Disillusionment spell over them. She knew he had done the right thing, and would have insisted upon it herself if he hadn�t taken care of it, but part of her wanted the world to see them together.
This was a strange feeling, even though she wasn�t sure she was comfortable with it. Draco led her to a newsstand. He let go of her, and she felt empty, as though a piece of her had gone missing. She hadn�t even known that piece of her existed. She remained still beside him, and out of the path of other passers-by, and held her breath as he quickly and silently nicked a paper from the bottom of the pile. He turned to her, grinning as he slipped it into his robes, holding a finger to his lips. She wagged her own at him, but couldn�t deny the relief they hadn�t been seen.
Still silent, Draco once more grabbed her hand and found a quiet corner where they could look through the Prophet without interruption. He took the paper from his robes and unfolded it, holding it before them.
Hermione gasped and met his worried gaze. �This says� we�re six months ahead of the date we left three years ago.�
He nodded. �Look at this, Potter�s been named Head of the Auror Department. Looks like he finally got his wish.�
�What?�
�He�s been wanting to run things since we were rookies. Thinks he can do a better job than that idiot running the department now, er, then.� He sighed. Under his breath, he added, �And he definitely could.�
�What was that? Did you just compliment Harry?�
Draco nodded, his face set in a worn expression. �I did. Come on, Granger, Potter and I got over our animosity a long time ago. Had to. I wouldn�t say we�re best mates, but we respect each other.�
�Harry said that too, when I asked him how he liked working with you.�
Draco sighed and folded the paper, tucking it once more into his robes. �Truth is, Hermione, Potter�s good at what he does, damn good, and now that he�s learned a bit about strategizing and no longer rushes blindly to conclusions, he�s one of the best Aurors in the Wizarding World. And if you tell him that, you won�t be able to talk for a year.�
Hermione smiled. �All right, I will never tell Harry you think he�s the best Auror there is.�
�I didn�t say that, exactly. And I�m going to hold you to that.� He leaned over and kissed her, slowly and leisurely, and already her body began to throb in response. �Shall we head back to our� accommodations?�
�Actually, I thought maybe we could� take a look around. See what�s changed. We�ve been gone three years. I�m sure a lot has happened.�
He stared at her for a moment, then nodded. �If you think this is a good idea...�
�I don�t know if it is, but I� just humor me, all right?� She desperately wanted to see her flat, something familiar. Was Crookshanks all right? What had happened in their absence? She had so many questions, and just needed some answers, to feel as if her world was steady and upright, instead of crazed and tilting wildly.
�Sure. Where shall we go?�
She lowered her head. �Would you mind terribly if we� I�d like to see my flat.�
He lifted her chin. �What?�
�I� my cat, and I want to see�� She knew it wasn�t necessarily the smartest thing to do, she couldn�t risk being seen. She just wanted to know what had happened to her old life. How had they gone on in her department at work? Had her neighborhood changed? She sighed.
�I know it sounds silly, but I need to see it.�
He nodded. �All right. Let�s go. Lead the way.�
His arms tightened around her, and she closed her eyes, as they Apparated to her street. When she opened her eyes, the lovely brownstone building she adored was before her. From the looks of things, not much had changed at all. She glanced around, but the street was quiet. A strange sadness tugged at her.
�Nice neighborhood.� Draco released her and looked up and down the street. �Do you want to�?�
She nodded as he trailed off, and they quickly climbed the steps. A quick Alohomora and the door opened. Draco followed her in and closed it behind him. He turned and his eyes widened.
Hermione appeared to be frozen standing in the entry hall. Staring at the empty flat. He walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
�It�s all gone.� Her stunned whisper tugged at him. �What did they do with my� my� did they think I was ...� She pressed her hands to her face and he drew her against him. Did her parents think her dead? What about Harry and Ron and everyone else?
�It�s all right. We�re going to get back. You�ll fix it, I know you will.� He turned her to face him, gently pulling her hands away from her face. Tears streaked her cheeks, but she was utterly silent.
She shook her head. �I don�t know. Nothing�s worked and I don�t know out what it is that is keeping me from finding the solution. And if I don�t find it soon, we could be stuck here forever. Then what will we do?�
He pulled her close. Tension made her body tight, as if she was holding in overwhelming emotions. He knew she was. It was how he�d felt when he�d seen his mother crying.
�We�ll figure it out. We take it day by day. Nothing else we can do.� He pressed a kiss against her lips, and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment. Then she was staring at him again. He could read the turmoil in her stare, the fear, sorrow. He hated seeing it, hated the way it made his insides twist. �You�ll figure it out.�
She nodded, but her eyes remained bleak. �You�re right. We just do what we need to until I figure it out. For however long it takes.�
He offered an encouraging smile. �Let�s go back. We have the paper, we have the date.� He pressed another kiss to her mouth and they were gone. �You�ll figure it out. I know you will.�
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