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A Bit of Light Stalking	By : LovelessHope Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25083 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: This is a Dramione Fan Fiction (I do not own the Dramione (Draco/Hermione) Fandom or the Harry Potter fandom or books, I do not make any money from this work. This is a work of fiction.

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The morning hadn't exactly been off to a great start, after Hermione had finished crying she abruptly got up and dressed. Her eyes looked glazed over, a look that chilled Draco to his very core. He could handle her when she was snooty, he knew what to do when she was angry, but now he couldn't detect any emotion at all. He mentally kicked himself for bringing up her parents.
Hermione walked directly towards the front door. "You coming?" She said in Draco's direction but not looking at him. He just got up from his place on the sofa where he had waited for her to dress, and walked over to her. "Hermione. You know it is winter right?" He tried to make his voice sound warm, but he couldn't help but notice that Hermione was wearing a knee length dress, and sandals, her hair tied into a tight bun.
"Where we're going, it won't matter what season it is" and Hermione walked right out of the door, leaving Draco to catch it with his hand before it closed him off from her completely. The witch walked fast, her sandals clicking on the pavement, Draco hurried behind her. "Hermione, slow down!" Draco chattered his teeth, whether Hermione could feel it or not, the temperature was dropping rapidly.
The continued to walk like that for what seemed like hours, Hermione stomping ahead of Draco and Draco struggling to keep up. What was most frustrating was that she wouldn't answer him. He tried everything "Earth to Hermione", "Hey Hermione" "Slow down" "Hey Mudblood". Nothing.
Hermione then stopped abruptly, causing Draco to knock into her
"What the hell, Hermione"
"Shush" Hermione quickly turned aroud looking Draco directly in the eyes, wand pointed at his throat "Lower your voice or I will silence you" she said starting to whisper
Draco lowered his voice "Where are we?"
"This is my house... Or what is left of it" Hermione sniffled, and the sudden show of emotion made Draco breath a sigh of relief, even if it was sadness. "Why are we here?" He asked
"This was the last place I saw Ron, if there are any clues of his location now, we should start here. But keep quiet, I don't know who around here is part of Ron's group... or if there is anyone still inside my house"
"Hermione" Draco started a little louder than he should have then caught her glare and lowered his voice "This is proposterous Hermione. No one will be in there, besides you said the people with Ron wore dark cloaks right? They should be easy to point out, if they are in fact around here"
Hermione took a step closer to Draco and whispered in the scariest tone he had ever heard come out of her mouth "You wouldn't know anything. I have no family, no friends, no nothing, all because of Ron. You wanna know the sick part?" Hermione drew Draco's face into hers, so close he could smell the strawberry muffin she'd eaten for breakfast still on her breath "I found a way to reverse the curse, my parents remembered who I was, and I didn't even get a full day with them before he killed them" Her eyes filled with tears and her voice trembled "They looked at me, while they died, their eyes begging for help. So don't you dare tell me to relax or see reason other than utmost caution, do I make myself. Crystal. Clear"
Draco's eyes widened and he nodded his head rapidly. Who knew Hermione could be so damn frightening when she wanted. However, as shameful as it seemed, it riled Draco up a bit. He kind of liked her taking control. He shook his head, this was no time to relish in fantasies of perversion, even if he had been watching her tight little ass wiggling in front of him while he followed her for the past Merlin knows how long.
Hermione took a deep breath "I'm sorry Draco" she said, her face stained with tears "I am just really... really beyond scared". He could see her hands shaking and out of sheer instinct took them in his hands. "You'll be okay, Hermione, nothing will hurt you, I am right here". Hermione embraced him tightly, and he did so back, his heart beat increasing as the witch withdrew from him.
"Ready to go inside, Draco?"
"After you" Draco sarcastically gave a gentlemanly bow to the door of Hermione's house.
******
The wreckage was worse than either of them had suspected. And the stench just about knocked them over. It smelled like onions and blood... and cat hair. "Where do we even began" Draco asked clutching his nose "Well first" Hermione started "Emaculate!" she waved her wand in the air and the stench subsided, replacing it with the smell of roses and a hint of mint.
"I think we should first check my roo... actually Draco, you check my room I can't bare to go back in there right now"
"Back in there" He thought, "That must have been where Hermione was tortured". Shivers ran down his spine with that thought and he nodded at the timid witch next to him.
"I will check the bathroom adjacent from my room, and we will work from there. Take anything you might believe will lead us toward Ron. Any clues. Anything, You'd be surprised what a seemingly little piece of evidence could lead you to". And with that she entered the bathroom.
Draco assumed Hermione's Bedroom must've been the door beside it and entered. He tried to keep his composure about him, but apon entering, every bit of it flew out the window. The sight was one out of a horror movie.
There was blood. Everywhere. The bed was soaked with what looked like someone had bled within an inch of their life. The window above the bed was broken and shards of glass were all over the bed and around the floor. Draco wanted to gag, cry, his body was giving him atleast 8 different commands at once, and it took every ounce of sanity he had not to double over on the floor and pass out.
He then saw something that made him gasp loudly. He had chills everywhere and he could feel a heat rising in his stomach. On the wall, there was a message. Written in blood. It read.
Dirty Blood, of whose becomming
Beneath our feet but loudly humming
Take away the sins of veins
And let the true wizards rise again
Draco needed to get out of there. He was going to be sick, he started to rush to the bathroom, but slipped on something. It looked like a spare bit of parchment. He scooped it into his pocket, and ran into the bathroom. But no Hermione.
"Hermione?" He called, "Hermione!"
He then heard a blood curdling scream come from the kitchen and ran in wand at the ready to attack anyone who even got near the girl he loved. Wait. What was that? Before Draco could get all the way in the kitchen the thought hit him. Did he love Hermione? No time for that now! He decided and readied himself for attack.
"Whoever's here prepare to feel the worst pain you've ever felt in your life, I will drown you in your own demons and feast apon-"
"Draco, Draco! Stop!" Hermione said, giggling, but back turned to him
Draco stood there dumbfounded, wand dropped to his side. "I-I-I heard you screaming Hermione.. wha-wha-"
"It's Crookshanks!" Hermione yelped with joy an old cat bundled up in her arms.
"Damn you Hermione! You scared the piss outta me!"
"I'm sorry Draco, but look! I do have someone who loves me! I do have part of my family!" Hermione nuzzled her face into the cat's worn fur.
Draco couldn't help but smile. He hadn't seen one of Hermione's big, joyful smiles in months, and it warmed him. He drew her into him. "Hermione we can't stay here, bring your kitty and come back with me. I found somethings that I need to tell you".
Hermione nodded, and they started the cold walk home.
*****
"Hey Draco" Hermione started, brushing beside him for warmth as they walked "Weren't there some chores you wanted me to do?"
Oh yeah! Well he had originally planned on just keeping Hermione there, maybe chained up once she fell asleep for the first time, make her "Chores" be some of the down below kind. But he'd had a change of heart, and now they had more pressing matters to attend to.
"Well" He began "I have actually enjoyed your company for the past day or so,and it has been a while since I have shared my place with somebody, so for now, granted you don't annoy me, you can stay with me. Chore free. For now" He raised an eyebrow at her "But also, control your bloody beast, I don't want him crapping on my polished floors"
"I don't want him crapping all over my polished floors" Hermione stuck her tongue out and mocked him
"Hermione Granger! Did you just mock me?" Draco chuckled. He kind of liked this feeling that arose inside of him. Maybe he did love Hermione. Granted he also wanted to tear her apart.
Hermione just laughed, grinning up at him snuggling her "Bloody beast closer".
They stopped just outside Draco's house. They turned to each other, they were so close Hermione could pick out the different colors in Draco's eyes. They stared at each other for what seemed like a lifetime. This was it, Draco thought, and leaned in. Hermione blushed and didn't stop him. They both then heard a sharp Meow as Crookshanks hissed at Draco, showing his teeth. They both stopped and looked at each other.
"So you found something?" Hermione said, tucking her hair behind her ears
"Yes" Draco sighed. Hermione wasn't going to like this. Especially since he knew exactly what it meant.
******
They entered his living room, flopping down on the couches snuggling within the blankets for warmth
"So Dragon Boy, whaddya find?" Hermione still playful. But her demeanor changed when she could see Draco wasn't laughing. "So ahem, what did you find?"
"Hermione. How much of your room can you remember"
She dropped her head "Not much. I just remember blood. And pain"
Draco wanted so badly to comfort her, hold her, but he kept his distance "Did you remember seeing writing on the wall?"
Hermione gave him a quizative look "I think so.. Something about dirty blood... Don't know what it means though"
Draco grimmaced "I do"
Hermione wrinkled her brow "How...."
Draco looked up at her " Dirty blood of those becomming, beneath our feet but loudly humming, take away the sins of veins and let the true wizards rise again. It was a death eater chant. It is only written after a life of a muggle born is taken... this means Ron.. or someone in his group has killed a muggle born"
Hermione stared at him hard, then rushed into his arms. Draco grabbed the witch holding her close, petting her head.
"This isn't fair!" Hermione yelled into his chest "Why us? What did we ever do!" Her fists clenched.
Draco buried his face in Hermione's hair, remembering all the times as a child he would taunt her for being muggle born.He mentally kicked himself for it.
"I don't know exactly what this means" Draco began "But I do know that whatever this plot your ex-boyfriend has against you goes deeper than just killing you to form his concoction. This also means that most likely it isn't just muggle born's who are in danger. Muggles themselves. The whole muggle world." Draco paused rubbing Hermione's back "He is probably making a potion of some sort, to do exactly as you said. But there could be another part to this. Did you ever read about the Wizard World War of 1827?"
Hermione nodded
"Then you know, that wizards with the ideals of Ron tried to wipe out the entire muggle specie. They failed of course, but it has been years and years since that happened , they might have perfected the way. And as you probably remember, that's how the war started. That encantation written in every home that a muggle born was killed."
"We have to stop him" Hermione whimpered
"We will" Draco said releasing her a little to stroke her cheek. But on the inside he highly doubted it could be done. The only thing that stopped the wipe out of the entire muggle specie, including muggle borns and even half-bloods was the white angel amulet. And as far as he knew, that went missing back in 1834, the year the war ended. And even if they did get ahold of it, what would they do with it. The books he read on the subject had little to no knowledge of the amulets true powers.
*******
Night fell with Hermione and Draco on the couch. They tried to calm their buzzing minds with some television, but every noise they heard made them jump. Causing Hermione to call it an early night at 9:00 pm.
"I just need some sleep" She weakly smiled
"I will walk you to your room" Draco said, holding her hand
Hermione scooped up her cat in her other hand and went to her room. Draco waited until she was fully in bed before saying goodnight.
He walked over to her. "Goodnight Hermione, I am right down the hall if you need-
"Draco...?"
"Yes?"
"Can you stay here tonight with me?"
Draco looked at the bloody uncomfortable looking chair next to the bed that Hermione probably meant for him to sleep in
"Well that is going to be a damn menace on my neck tomorrow morning, but I don't mind-
"No.. not the chair... In bed.. with me"
Draco blushed "Of course Hermione".
He climbed in bed with her, and she put a pillow between them so that he wouldn't get any ideas, just the thought of him beside her, soothed her thoughts enough for her to fall asleep.
Draco couldn't sleep though, he kept rolling over to check on Hermione. And at 2:00 in the morning, sleep still evading him, he rolled on his back, stared at the ceiling and thought to himself "I am in love with Hermione Granger".
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