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Peace in the Darkness	By : UpTheHill Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 19332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own any of the characters nor the setting from the Harry Potter world. There are plot details that are not mine either. I make no profit out of this story in any way as I am writing for my personal enjoyment.

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Chapter 5: Holiday
Hermione could barely sleep that night. Her cheeks hurt from smiling and her head felt like a spin-top, dizzy with trilling sensations still present throughout her body. She couldn’t stop reliving Draco’s kisses on her lips and chest, and she was feeling more beautiful than ever. She did indeed look beautiful tonight and she liked to think that Draco admired that, although he didn’t say it. Well, she didn’t expect him to anyway.
Hermione wondered a lot why Draco was crying. It was such an unfamiliar feeling to see him like that, she wasn’t sure if she’s actually ever seen a young man sobbing. And it’s Draco we’re talking about. Draco Malfoy. Sobbing. It’s the weirdest and the most fascinating thing ever.
If she had known what bothered Draco, maybe she could have told something reassuring, but she didn’t have a single clue, so she merely hoped that her embrace was soothing enough. Well, you know, he was almost sucking into her firm breasts, so it must have made him feel better, didn’t it? It definitely made Hermione feel good…
Then the morning came. Most of the students woke up early to finish packing their trunks and get ready for the trip back to London. When Hermione sat down to eat breakfast with Harry, Ron and Ginny, Ron was looking very moody and not talking to Hermione as always. She wondered whether he knew about her and McLaggen. He must have heard, having Lavender Brown, a Hogwarts gossip queen, for a girlfriend.
And of course, speak of the devil…
“Won-Won!” shrieked Lavender, running towards Ron.
“Hey…” he said awkwardly, and Lavender forced her pink lips onto his chubby cheek, clawing into his shoulders.
Pathetic. And judging from Harry and Ginny’s facial expressions they were thinking the exact same thing.
“I’m gonna miss you so much…” said Lavender dramatically and gasped as if she was about to cry.
“Yeah,” Ron simpered, “me too.”
“Oh!” Lavender sighed in a high-pitched voice and went away with her hands on her chest.
Ron looked at his friends at the table with an embarrassed expression and pursed lips. Then he attempted to smooth things out a little.
“She’ll still be able to see me on the train,” he shrugged. “I don’t know why she’s acting like I’m dying or something…”
Nobody said anything.
“Girls, am I right?” Ron snorted and gave Harry a nudge.
Oh, Ron.
After a few hours Hermione was comfortably sitting in the roomy prefects’ compartment on the train and reading a book. Many prefects were either patrolling the train’s corridor or hanging out with their friends, so only Hermione, Ron, Ernie Macmillan and Padma Patil were in the room, although everyone was minding their own business. Hermione thought Malfoy was not going to show up in the prefect’s compartment, and she was absolutely right. She didn’t see Draco anywhere since yesterday’s night. Yeah… yesterday’s night…
After a while, a figure showed up behind the half-glass door of the compartment. Lavender Brown knocked on the glass.
“Oh, hey…” Ron tried to grin, but his cheeks seemed to be unable to hold the smile steady.
Lavender didn’t come in; instead she drew an invisible heart on the glass with her fingers, then pressed her hands on her chest and mouthed an “I love you,” longingly gazing at Ron. Then she left, and Ron again looked at the people around blankly staring back at him.
“Yeah…” Ron muttered and turned his head to an opposite direction to hide his embarrassment blush.
What did Hermione think of this? She thought it was pitiful, of course, but obviously didn’t say anything, nobody did say anything to Ron about his horrible girlfriend. If Ron appeared happy with her, then Hermione most certainly wouldn’t mind and would be glad for her friend. But Ron was far from happy. He looked miserable.
“I need to take a break,” said Hermione putting down her book. “I’m going to patrol the train for a bit.”
Padma seemed to give Hermione a nod, but generally nobody cared. For some reason it was a sad, sad compartment with a sad, sad atmosphere.
Hermione stepped out and closed the door behind her. The train was rather quiet and she only saw one student pass the corridor. She didn’t even meet a fellow prefect doing his or her duty.
Hermione continued ambling down the train with her hands behind her back. It was slightly chilly. Hermione glanced outside the window to white landscapes passing by, very pretty.
Where is Draco? She was wondering when she heard a psst. She turned her head to the direction she thought the sound was coming from and saw a white head sticking out through a slim door of a broom closet.
Hermione froze for a moment. A strong wave of already familiar emotions and sensations suddenly washed over her body and Hermione gulped.
“Hey, uhh…” Draco said looking over her shoulder to make sure nobody was coming. “Come for a second.”
Hermione looked carefully around and then drew closer to Draco. He unexpectedly grasped her hand and pulled Hermione into the closet. He closed the door.
“Lumos,” he said and a cool light, coming from Draco’s wand tip, dimly illuminated the room and both of their faces.
Hermione stared at Draco with concern in her eyes. What was going on? Malfoy didn’t look like he invited Hermione there to snog. He seemed rather anxious.
“What?” she whispered.
Draco inhaled. Her heart was pounding rapidly.
“You, err… where are you—you’re going home, right?” Draco looked seriously concerned.
“What? Well… yeah,” Hermione responded confused, still not getting what was happening.
“And you’re staying there, in London? For two weeks?”
“Yeah,” she confirmed.
Draco made a few swift little nods and exhaled easier.
“Okay, alright…” he mumbled.
What—? Why?
Hermione stared at Malfoy as if she still anticipated his explanation. What was he doing? Did he care about her so much he was worried for her safety or something?
“Why?” she couldn’t not ask.
“Oh, you know…” he shrugged awkwardly. “I just… wanted to be sure…”
“Okay…” Hermione muttered very slowly.
After a minute of confusing silence, Draco appeared to have pulled himself together. He straightened up a little, cleared his throat.
“So…” he breathed out.
They both knew what both of them were thinking. Hermione recalled Draco’s lips caressing her neck and Draco was reliving the feeling of her soft breasts in his palms, at the same time imagining what they looked like without the lingerie hiding them.
Hermione bit her lip, ducked her head and blushed. The closet was narrow so the pair was almost pressing against each other. Warm air was evenly escaping Draco’s lips and brushing her forehead.
Draco moved. He wrapped one arm around Hermione’s waist, still holding his wand, with another hand he held her jaw, and kissed her. Hermione slackened and a rush of sparks travelled from the head to her toes. The wizard then gently nipped her ear and Hermione gasped.
“Draco,” she barely spoke, thinking of how inappropriate this actually was. The Slytherin, however, only squeezed Hermione tighter in his embrace, as he traced the shape of Hermione’s stretched neck with his tongue.
At first she thought Draco pulled her into the closet not to snog, but perhaps it was his actual plan? He probably was just nervous and afraid somebody would see them, but he really wished to see Hermione once more before the holidays.
The Slytherin’s face slowly retreated. He looked like he was drunk, and that’s how Hermione felt too.
“So I…” he began whispering, “I think I’ll see you in two weeks?”
Hermione giggled like a tipsy 13-year-old. “Yeah.”
Draco drew back his hands.
“You go first,” he said.
Hermione nodded, still unable to suppress her silly grin, took in the view of the slender Draco’s face, and left the closet.
After Hermione came back to her compartment, she figured she could do with a nap since she didn’t really rest enough at night. Hermione fell asleep rather quickly and opened her eyes again only when she felt the train slow down.
“We’re here,” said Ron to Hermione, as he stood up to take out his trunk. “See you in two weeks, I guess.”
Hermione rubbed her eyes.
“Oh… yeah…” she mumbled, not entirely awake yet. When she sat up straight, Ron was already gone.
Hermione hugged Harry and Ginny goodbye and went to her parents who were waiting for her, smiling.
“Give me that trunk, sweetie,” said Hermione’s dad and took the heavy trunk out of her hands.
The drive home felt short. She told her parents she felt tired, so they didn’t bother her with questions. When they reached their home, Hermione emptied her trunk and tidied up her room. That night the Grangers had some pleasant conversations over a nice dinner.
In the evening of December 24^th, Hermione and her mother were decorating their Christmas tree. The smell of gingerbread lingered coming from the oven and the living room was warm and cosy, drowned in colourful Christmas lights. Mrs Granger asked her daughter how she was doing with boys and Hermione hoped her blush passed unnoticed because she didn’t want her mom to know about Ron and especially Draco and her. However, Hermione told the “Cormac and the mistletoe” story and gave her mother a delicious laugh.
“Boys are always the same,” Mrs Granger chuckled.
Not all of them, Hermione hoped.
After Christmas, in the early morning of December 26^th, Hermione was lying in her bed, sleeping, when she was woken up by a sound of somebody tapping on glass. Hermione rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up. When she looked outside the window, she saw a beautiful white owl tapping the glass with her beak.
“Hedwig!” Hermione nearly screamed. She jumped out of her bed in an instant and went to open the window and let the owl in. As soon as Hedwig flew inside Hermione closed the window because the cold was getting in.
The bushy-head saw a letter tied onto Hedwig’s leg and unknotted it. It was obviously from Harry.
Dear Hermione,
Tonight Bellatrix and Greyback attacked us at the Burrow. Nobody is hurt, but they burned the Burrow down. I am writing to you from Hogwarts, Dumbledore invited the Weasleys (and me) to stay here for as long as they need.
I believe the Death Eaters thought they could lure me out of the house and capture, but luckily Ginny was with me, and Lupin, Tonks and Mr Weasley came running to help as well.
Again, nobody got hurt, so don’t worry. And the Burrow is going to be rebuilt too.
Harry
The message felt like a punch into her stomach. Poor Weasleys… poor Ginny and Ron… Yes, everyone’s safe, but the Burrow… and who knows what could’ve happened if, for example, Lupin and Tonks weren’t there? Of course, Hermione didn’t know the details and she was very eager to find out. She wanted to see them all, make sure they were 100% okay, but there wasn’t a convenient way to travel to Hogwarts. Besides, it’s not like they needed her, is it? Harry is safe at Hogwarts and it seems like Dumbledore is there in the castle as well. In Dumbledore’s presence there was nothing to be afraid of.
Hedwig was treading out of boredom on the desk while Crookshanks was sitting very close on the floor, looking at the bird and swiftly wagging his tail.
“Don’t do anything stupid, cat,” warned Hermione and began writing back to Harry, thanking him for informing her and asking to tell the whole story. When she finished, she attached the letter to Hedwig and let the bird out through the window.
Poor Ron… Hermione wondered how he was feeling. She wished she could be there for him and his family, because that’s what a good friend would do. But did Ron need her? She hoped he did.
Hermione lay back on her bed. She sighed.
You’re going home, right? Hermione remembered Draco’s question.
Yes, thankfully she came home. Because if she had joined Harry and Ron at the Burrow, no one knows whether she would have ended up unharmed…
Hermione once more recalled her encounter with Draco in the broom closet. No, not the snogging, the first part, when Draco looked scared and concerned, and sighed in relief only after Hermione confirmed she was spending her holiday at home in London.
What if he knew?
No, he didn’t.
What if he knew the Death Eaters were coming to the Burrow?
That’s impossible. He wouldn’t know. Why would he know?
His father is a Death Eater after all.
Yes, but he’s locked up.
And his mother’s sister is one of the attackers…
Draco knew.
Hermione bit her lip. He definitely must have known about the Death Eaters’ plans. Of course… Somebody must have told him, so the boy was afraid Hermione would be staying at the Burrow.
Hermione felt confused. She was both flattered that Draco cared for her and very, very angry at the boy for not warning her about her friends being in danger. Yes, she understood why Malfoy couldn’t tell her, and the reason why was something she had almost forgot—Draco is in “the bad side.” He’s a son of the Dark Lord’s supporters. He’s an enemy.
The rest of the holidays weren’t much, but Hermione tried to relax and enjoy. She spent time with her family and did a bit of shopping. Everything was fine, but Hermione did feel quite uneasy. Her feelings for Draco were very contrary, and it made her worry constant.
When it was time to return to Hogwarts, Hermione said goodbye to her parents and entered Platform 9¾.
The trip was long and boring. She hoped to meet with Draco, just to see his face again, because she realized she had missed him over the couple of weeks. And she also needed to talk to him really bad; there were many questions, a lot of things that were unclear, but it wasn’t really a conversation for a broom closet, so perhaps she needed to get back to Hogwarts first anyway. Malfoy as usual didn’t come to the prefect’s compartment and she didn’t go searching the Slytherin carriage for him. Although, when she was patrolling the train, she peeked into the broom closet, not that she expected to see Draco standing there. It was just… a nice memory, perhaps.
“Harry!” Hermione bellowed when she spotted Harry and Ron in the Great Hall having dinner. She ran up to her spectacled friend and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m so glad you’re all right!”
“Thanks, Hermione,” he smiled when they ceased hugging and Hermione sat down next to him. “Good to see you.”
“You okay?” she asked Ron, who was sitting in front of her, leaning on the table with his forearms.
“Yeah…”
Ron was pursing his lips, but didn’t avoid Hermione’s sight anymore. He still looked uncomfortable, but two weeks apart might have done good to him. On the other hand, his home was burnt down, so he was definitely allowed to look as dismal as he wanted.
“I’m really sorry for what happened,” Hermione said and placed her hand on his arm for a second. “But I’m happy to see you’re all right.”
And right at that moment, Lavender appeared out of thin air, standing behind Ron. She bended and hugged him around his shoulders tightly and dramatically.
“Oh, Won-Won!” she sighed. “I heard! Oh, my sweetheart, my poor, poor baby!” Lavender swayed together with Ron.
Hermione attempted to ignore that. She turned her head behind her at the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was sitting there looking grumpy and mean as always. Pansy Parkinson was leaning towards him, surely telling him about something, but Draco didn’t seem to be listening. Instead he caught Hermione’s glimpse. Almost at the same second, Hermione turned away, afraid others might notice them looking at each other with familiarity in their eyes.
After Hermione, Harry and Ron returned to the Gryffindor Tower, Harry told Hermione about what he saw on the night of the Slug Club Christmas Party—the talk between Malfoy and Snape and the Unbreakable Vow. Hermione realized this happened right before Draco and she snogged in the boy’s bathroom. But Hermione kept being sceptical and made a conclusion to herself that Draco was upset because Snape is being a nosy, disrespectful dork. Still, anxious was definitely something Hermione felt like. Obviously something must be going on, and Hermione’s brain ached at the thoughts of her being involved in this whole mess so personally. The idea that Draco must be planning something was quite clear since September, Hermione just finds it hard to admit. Not only because the “evidence” is controversial, but also because she felt like she had an urge to trust Draco, which was one of the most illogical things she could imagine. What she felt for the white-haired wizard was so wrong in so many ways that she didn’t even bother naming them all. Very wrong yet very right.

* * *
Hermione was excited to find out the Apparition lessons were starting in two weeks. She turned seventeen in September and was of legal age to take the Apparition test for months, so she was excited to finally begin taking the lessons to receive the license.
In the first week of classes, Harry was invited to Dumbledore’s office for his private lessons. Harry has been meeting with Dumbledore since the beginning of the school year; the headmaster would take Harry “for a ride” in the pensieve, exploring different memories about Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. After such lessons Harry would tell his friends, Hermione and Ron, about his “journeys” and they all would theorize the significance of those memories. This time, Harry returned with an apparently important task: to persuade Professor Slughorn into divulging the truth about a crucial conversation between the professor and Tom. Hermione didn’t really have much advice for Harry; Horcruxes were something she had never heard of before, but hoped to find out more about in the library. Harry was pretty much on his own, but she promised to help him whenever he needed.
“By the way, Harry,” said Hermione after they discussed all the things that worried them, “you should look after yourself.”
“Is there a reason I don’t know yet?”
“I heard some girls planning to use their love potions on you. Be careful with what you put in your mouth.”
“Oh… okay…”
Hermione thought about Draco every day. Her brain kept reminding her how much she needed to talk to Draco while her body simply craved for his touch. So in general, she had to meet Draco. Unfortunately, as always, the boy was difficult to find. When Hermione came upon Malfoy, who always appeared stressed and tired, there were always other students or faculty around, so it was never appropriate for Hermione to approach the Slytherin. She hated feeling so powerless. The haze of Draco Malfoy’s influence was blinding and suffocating her, yet the girl kept wading through it with delight on her face.
One Thursday, when Hermione was having breakfast with her friends, the owls began soaring into the Great Hall with their mail. Hermione had two letter drop in front of her. One was from her parents, very regular. However, the second letter looked odd and had only “For Hermione” written on the front. Hermione, her eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty, opened the letter. It was rather a note:
Meet me on Friday at 8pm in classroom 7C
D

I know this chapter wasn’t much of a progress, but the next one will make it up for you, promise ;)
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