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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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“Draco, I’ll be fine,” Hermione insisted.

Hermione was about ten seconds from hexing him to hell and back. He’d not let her out of his sight since their show down in the Great Hall two weeks prior. Since then, they’d gotten hundreds of nasty letters and howlers from his father. She was thankful Snape taught them the charm to disintegrate them. But she wasn’t going to let that stop her. She had to get some new clothes. Hers were at the limit of her transfiguration abilities.

“I don’t care,” Draco said hotly. “Do you honestly think my father wouldn’t have spies in Hogsmeade?”

Hermione sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I’m sure he does but Draco, I really need to get some new clothes and things from the village. We haven’t even started shopping for the baby yet.”

Draco frowned and put his hands on her bump, now shaping up rather nicely. “She’s not due until September. We still have time.”

“Maybe,” Hermione sighed. “But school is almost over Draco. You can’t protect me from the outside world forever.”

Draco grunted as he rubbed his hands back and forth over her abdomen. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t want to risk you… at all.”

Hermione put her hands over his to still them. “I’m a big girl Draco. I can protect myself just fine, thank you. Besides, I didn’t say I was going alone, did I?”

Draco blinked stupidly a few minutes. “You didn’t?”

Hermione shook her head and reached up on her tip toes to drop a kiss on his nose. “Of course I didn’t, silly. I’m stubborn, not stupid. Ginny, Luna, and Venus are going with me and you know that Harry, Neville, and Ron won’t be far behind them.”

Draco quirked an eyebrow. “And you weren’t going to invite me?”

Hermione crossed her arms and smirked at him. “I thought you’d approve my clothing choices. We’re leaving in five minutes. What do you say?”

Draco sighed and drew her into his arms. “You… are going to be the death of me you crazy woman.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” Draco said forlornly. “I just can’t help myself.”

Hermione smacked him in the gut. “Prat.”

Twenty minutes later, they found themselves in Hogsmeade surrounded by friends. Draco was on edge, his eyes darting back and forth trying to spot potential threats. He hadn’t felt this frazzled in the war. Then again, he hadn’t been particularly focused on Hermione. He might have had a heart attack had he tried to protect only her. Still, she was alive with only one interference from him and that meant she was more than capable with her wand. He wasn’t about to let his guard down though. He jumped when Potter put his hand on his shoulder.

“Easy Malfoy. You’ll wear yourself out before we reach the dress shop.”

Draco shrugged him off and growled. “That’s my wife Potter, my pregnant wife.”

Harry nodded grimly. “I know Malfoy. But you’re drawing attention to yourself. What happened to that Slytherin cunning you always boast about?”

Draco frowned. “It married a headstrong Gryffindor with a knack for barging into trouble.”

Harry snorted to keep from laughing out loud. “Touché mate. But relax a bit. I’ve got a shield around her and I know you do. I’m pretty sure she has one and I know Venus does. She’s four layers deep in protection and Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna haven’t even joined in the game.”

Draco relaxed only a fraction, sinking back into his Malfoy mask. He wasn’t the least bit interested in letting his guard down though. He had a terrible feeling something horrible was about to go down. The night before, he’d had nightmares replaying the memory they’d seen in the room. He saw Hermione being sacrificed over and over by Emmanuel, their would-be healer. The very last scene he’d witnessed before he’d woke up in a cold sweat was his father lowering his cloak hood as Draco was tossed on the stone altar. He was about to break down and tell Potter about it when Hermione squealed in delight.

“Oh ice cream. I would love some ice cream. Does anyone mind if I stop in here?”

The girls chuckled and steered her in the direction of her beloved treat while the guys rolled their eyes. Well, everyone but Ron. He was more than willing to have some ice cream himself. Draco wondered where in the hell the guy put it. He could eat for an entire army and never gain a stone. At least he could see the majority of the village from there. It would be better than having to scan as he walked.

Hermione moaned as she took her first bite of chocolate ice cream. Draco cursed under his breath and shifted in his seat. Did she have to sound like she was having an orgasm? He couldn’t think when she made those sounds. All his blood was rushing south and he had visions of bending her over a table and pounding away. She’d only gotten sexier as the pregnancy went on.

Harry looked at him with a sly smirk on his face. “Problem Malfoy?”

Draco glowered at him. “Shut it Potter.”

Thankfully, the torture stopped pretty quickly. Hermione had conquered her ice cream in record time, even beating Ron, though with impeccable table manners. Draco readjusted himself and resumed his position behind her as they went to the dress shop. He figured they probably looked ridiculous, a huge group of teens going to a dress shop, but he hardly cared. They’d be safer in an ambush, and though there hadn’t been any signs of foul play, those dreams had him nervous.

Even as he scanned the streets for threats, his mind wandered back to that night in the ROR where they crawled through the forest. Why had the room showed them that? He had thought that it was a ‘what would have happened’ moment, that moment being when they decided to split up after the room. Now he wondered if there really was another faction out there. He wished he could talk to someone about it. He didn’t want to upset Hermione. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle it, but he didn’t want to add any stress on top of her carrying their daughter.

He’d mentioned it to Snape in passing, but it was clear that the vampire was about as clueless as he was. He might have been an informed spy during the war, but he was out of the loop now. Snape had tried to track down Emmanuel but hadn’t had any luck. St. Mungo’s said that he’d resigned from his post and all seemingly disappeared. Draco wanted to find him, question him, figure out what threat he posed.

“What do you think of this one?”

Draco jumped and blinked his eyes. Had they already arrived? When did Hermione slip in and start trying things on? He shook his head a little to clear his thoughts. Getting side tracked like that was dangerous. He focused on his wife who was now wearing a lovely green frock with an empire waist line. It accentuated her new fuller breasts and allowed him to see the beautiful bump she was sporting. She’d probably spell it away for school, but he admired it now.

“It’s lovely.”

Hermione blushed and grinned at the same time, prancing back to the dressing room to try on something else. Draco smirked and turned back towards the door, keeping his eyes open for trouble this time. He turned several more times to inspect more clothing, a skirt and blouse set, a couple pairs of low rise trousers and some shirts that made Hermione glow. He even had a great laugh when Ginny slipped a couple of novelty shirts in there. One said “Baby Brewing” with a picture of a steaming cauldron over the bump. The other said “Future Quidditch Champion” and Draco almost choked when she threw out another that said “Seekers Do It Faster.”

“Maybe I should get this one,” Ginny mused.

“GINNY!” Harry and Ron yelled at the same time making everyone else crack up.

Draco let himself smile at their antics. He’d never joked around this easily with his friends before. There was always the undertone that Lucius had laid. He rather enjoyed being able to laugh with, dare he say it, friends.

“I think we’re done,” Hermione announced and Draco fought her for the bill. He won of course. Unfortunately, he had to agree to let her pay for her meal. Stubborn Gryffindor. They all piled outside, no one allowing Hermione to carry her own bags, and headed to the Three Broomsticks to eat.

“Well, well, what have we here?”

Draco spun, wand at the ready, and faced his biggest fear. His father…flanking Emmanuel and a group of cloaked followers.

AN: I know, I'm evil. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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