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Breaking the Chain	By : RynStar15 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 42452 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to the glorious J.K Rowling. I don't make any money off of this writing, I simply twist her world for my own pleasure.

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Hermione woke but didn't open her eyes. She was embarrassed. She knew she had fainted in front of Malfoy and two complete strangers and she was beyond mortified at her display of weakness. She was supposed to be getting answers, to be figuring out how to get Malfoy and herself out of this situation and yet here she was, lying on a bed in a room full of people she had just made a huge fool of herself in front of.
Get it together, Granger! This is no time to fall apart. She needed to toughen up, to be strong. She couldn't show her weakness, not here, and definitely not in front of Malfoy!
Hermione ran several scenarios in her head as to the best (and least humiliating) way to rouse, keeping her breath slow and shallow so they wouldn't suspect…
"Come join us, Hermione. There's no reason to be ashamed."
Hermione groaned inwardly. Lovely. She had completely forgotten that Sari could read minds. Blushing, she sat up slowly. She still felt extremely weak, but at least she didn't hurt anymore. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten. And she also felt something else, an extreme need to use the loo. Figuring she couldn't embarrass herself any more than she already had she asked Sari politely where she could relieve herself.
"I'll take you. You can change while we're out there as well."
"Change?" she asked, looking down at her perfectly intact clothes.
Sari lifted a maroon and cream colored dress similar to her own midnight blue one. "You cannot be gallivanting around here in your regular attire. You do not want to bring any unwanted attention upon yourselves."
Hermione glanced at Malfoy for the first time to see what he thought about this proposal and had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. It was no use. The giggle bubbled up and out anyway and she slapped both hands over her mouth to stem the mirth. He glared at her which only made things worse and she had to struggle to contain herself.
He had already changed and was wearing a black belted tunic over braise and forest green hose. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest as if daring her to continue laughing. Hermione took a deep breath to control herself, but he looked so much like a blonde version of Robin Hood that she couldn't stand it.
"I'm sorry!" she apologized, gulping in air. "It's just, I didn't expect…" Malfoy's left eyebrow lifted as if urging her to carry on.
"Shall we?" Sari inquired, cutting off her embarrassing display and leading the way out the door. Hermione could feel Malfoy's eyes follow her out and she quickly shut the door behind her, glad to be out in the night and away from his gaze. She felt bad for laughing at him but she couldn't help it. This whole situation was beyond ridiculous and he looked as though he were auditionimg for a Shakespearian play.
Hugging herself against the cold breeze, she trotted next to Sari who led her to the edge of the forest to a little wooden outhouse.
"If you need help with the dress let me know. Do you wear dresses in your time?"
"Yes, of course. They are quite different from your own and women typically wear pants on a day-to-day basis, but we wear dresses for special occasions and such."
"Women wear 'pants?' What are 'pants?'" Sari asked. Hermione pointed to her jeans, realizing for the first time she was no longer wearing her robes.
"Ah! Those rough hose are called pants?"
"Yes."
"Well, I prefer the dress, I think. Those pants look too restricting."
Hermione giggled and took the garment offered her. Closing the door of the tiny outhouse behind her she was plunged into darkness. She set the dress down and looked at what she had to use for her toileting.
It was a hole. A plain dirt hole. Sighing in disgust, she did her business as quickly as possible and realized she had nothing to wipe with. Rolling her eyes she removed her shirt and used that, pledging to burn it later.
Turning to her new garments she stripped off the rest of her clothing and looked over the attire. The dress was simple. There were two parts, a chemise and the over-dress. She slid the plain cream colored chemise over her head and realized very quickly that everything would be too large. Grabbing the over-dress she put that on, too. There was a triangular slit down the middle that opened to show the cream chemise beneath and the front closed together with stays. The material was somewhat heavy and a lot softer than she had originally imagined. The long sleeves would help keep her warm at least. She thought it was all very pretty and was actually somewhat excited to wear it. Then she blushed realizing that she had no under garments. Oh, well, it's not like anyone would ever know.
Folding her clothes, she laid them in a corner of the outhouse knowing she wouldn't be using them again. She stepped out and Sari came forward to do the ties on the front of the dress. Then she waved a hand and the dress shrunk to fit her perfectly.
"You look very pretty." Sari told her pulling her hair out from the collar of the dress and smoothing it. "That Draco is going to have a hard time keeping his eyes off of you, Hermione."
Stunned, she exclaimed "What, Malfoy? Oh, no, it's nothing like that. We don't, er, exactly get along very well, you see..." How was she to explain that in their time, she and Malfoy were enemies? That the entire reason they were here was due to a battle they'd had in the middle of a war?
Sari's eyebrows came together. "You seem to get along well to me. Are you two not…?"
"What? Oh, no! We do not, we're not-no," Hermione said very quickly. Of course he wouldn't think of her like that, Malfoy would never think of her as anything than a dirty, vile Mudblood, worth no more than the scum beneath his shoe. And that was fine, because she thought the same about him.
Didn't she?
"I just thought I felt, well, I suppose I was mistaken," Sari sighed. "As I said, it was my grandmother who was the true seer, not I. Oh well, come along. We still have much to discuss and you require sustenance."
Hermione's heart fluttered. Did Sari just say that she…felt something? From Malfoy? Or from her? And why did she care what he felt about her anyway? He was an annoying git of the worst kind, an obnoxious prat, a disgusting Death Eater. And oh, so incredibly handsome...
What is wrong with you? She scolded herself. Look at the way he's treated you, the way he treated Harry and Ron. Think about them. It was Malfoy's fault she and Harry had been caught in Umbridge's office. It was Malfoy's fault Bill Weasley was scarred when he took Fleur's hand in marriage. It was Malfoy's fault Dumbledore was dead...
But Hermione stumbled over this last part. She knew in her heart it wasn't entirely his fault. From what Harry had told them he had almost taken Dumbledore's offer to come to the right side before Snape had burst in and killed the beloved man. But Hermione knew there had to be a reason the professor had done what he did, knew it couldn't be because Snape was bad. He might be a pompous, oily snake but he wasn't evil. She knew it. Just as she knew that Malfoy wasn't bad. He was simply…misunderstood.
It still didn't matter. She should never think of him in any way other than to pity him for the horrible situation his horrible parents had thrust him into. She would not develop feelings for him or think about the way he had touched her. She was strong; she had to be strong for Ron and Harry.
But for once in her life, she didn't want to be.
As she stepped back into the cottage she looked over at Malfoy. His eyes grew wide and he stilled for an instant, eyeing her hungrily before he smirked and said in his usual drawl. "Nice dress, Granger."
Hermione's breath caught in her throat before she chided herself. Of course he wouldn't see her as pretty even if she was dressed in the most elegant of clothing. She was a Plain Jane as she well knew. She would never be pretty and she was okay with that. Looks had never occurred to her much before and they shouldn't now. She was smart; she didn't need to be attractive. There was no room in this war for romance, only fighting, and it didn't matter what she looked like so long as she could throw a hex with the best of them.
Steadying herself, she went to the table and sat next to Malfoy as Sari went to the cauldron and scooped steaming stew into a rough wooden bowl and set it in front of her.
"We got you to swallow some broth while you slept but you need more nourishment than that. Go on and eat this right up."
"Thank you," Hermione murmured, but a thought struck her and she found she couldn't hold her tongue any longer. "Why are you being so nice to us? Why did you save us?"
Sari sat next to Milo who took her hand and explained. "We are part of a group called The Eripio, the rescue. We help witches who have been exposed return to anonymity. We teach those who wish to learn and help those who require it. There are hundreds of us scattered across the continent, waiting for someone who needs us. My Sari here has a determination to help others, I cannot refuse. My mother was burned at the stake when I was but a wee bairn and from that moment I knew I had to do something to help those who were like me."
"I knew from the moment I saw you that you were one of us," Sari said, glancing at her husband. "It is imprinted upon your aura. I also sensed greatness. I knew you were the one I have been waiting for. We have waited such a long time to meet you."
"Wait," Malfoy said leaning forward. "You've been waiting for us? How did you know we would come?"
"Not you exactly," Sari said. "But we knew that someday we would be there to assist someone of great importance," she smiled. "It was written in the stars long ago. My grandmother used to tell me stories of two great witches who would come to me one day and that I would be the one to show them the way.
"I knew the moment I laid eyes on Hermione that I'd finally found you. There is something about the two of you that exudes greatness. Your powers are incredible and only when you bind together can you unleash the extent of those powers."
"'Bind together?' What do you mean by that?" Malfoy asked, gazing warily at a shocked Hermione.
Sari smiled. "That is something you two will have to figure out on your own. I cannot reveal what your destinies have in store, but I can tell you that they will have an impact on those around you. You are noble witches with goodly intentions. You must look inside yourselves to find the power to achieve those ends."
Great, more prophecies, Hermione thought, forgetting the food in front of her. Outrage boiled in her chest. She didn't need prophecies, she needed answers, dammit!
"This is all good and well but we can't exactly fulfill our destinies while we're stuck here, can we?" she asked, attempting to stem the irritation in her voice. "Do you know how we can get back home, to our period?"
Once again Sari and Milo shared a long look. Hermione glanced over at Malfoy to see what his reaction to all of this was. His eyebrows were in danger of disappearing into his hair line.
"We know of someone…someone who might be able to help you," Sari finally said slowly.
"Who?" they both said in unison.
Milo leaned one arm on the table, worrying his fingers as if unsure of how much to tell them. "Her name is Alvida Eynon."
Hermione sputtered stupidly. "D-did you say Alvida Eynon?"
They all looked at her in disbelief as Hermione's heart palpitated harshly against her ribs. "Do you know her?" Sari inquired.
"Of course!" Hermione cried exasperatedly. "She-"
She stilled, trying to figure out what she should say. Should she tell these people that Mistress Eynon had invented the Time Turner? Could it affect the future in some way?
"Who is she? How do you know her?" Malfoy pried, grabbing her arm in exhilaration. Hermione worried her bottom lip.
"She…well I know her because she is in books of our time…she is well known…"
"Spit it out already!" Malfoy snapped, incensed.
"She invented the Time Turner!" Hermione declared nervously.
Malfoy looked as though his birthday had come early. "That means she'll know how to get us back!"
Sari and Milo grinned enthusiastically. "Did she really?" Milo exclaimed. "She figured it out? After all this time… She has been working for years! She will be thrilled to know she-"
"Wait!" Hermione cried, suddenly terrified. What if they were too late? Or too early? What if she hadn't figure out how to make it yet? Or worse, what if she was already dead? "What year is it?"
"It is the year of our Lord 1236," Sari replied, looking concerned. "Why, my dear?"
Hermione blanched. This she knew she could not tell them. "I need to know what day it is exactly…"
"It is the twenty-first of October. What is wrong? You look wan," Sari said, reaching towards Hermione who could feel the blood leave her face and wondered if she were going to faint again.
The twenty-first of October. Alvida Eynon was burned in her home on the thirty-first. Ten days. They had ten days to find her.
"We have to find her immediately, there's no time to waste," Hermione said hysterically. "Do you know where she is?"
"Yes of course, she has lived in the same home since she was but a babe. It is a seven day journey, though. You may want to rest here for a while to recoup and learn the magic of our times-" Sari began.
"No, we have to leave tonight, now, as soon as possible," Hermione rambled, rising to her feet. It may be a seven day journey to them but to her and Malfoy, who had never been in this area, it could take longer. She couldn't take any chances. They only had one shot to return home and time was slipping away.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute!" Malfoy said, rising as well, his hands up as if to still her. "I'm not trekking across the wilderness in the middle of the night, and certainly not for seven days!" He turned to the older couple. "Can't you just Apparate us?"
"No!" Sari and Milo cried, looking as they had when Hermione had whipped out her wand.
"You cannot Apparate! They will hunt you down!" Sari explained looking frightened at the very thought.
"They? Who are they?" Malfoy fumed, rounding on them. "You keep saying they but you never tell us who they are!"
"The Trackers," Sari said, sensing their frustration. "They are witches who help the constable find other witches. The constable allows them to go on practicing magic as long as they find him other witches to hang. They are trained to sense Apparition."
"But Malfoy Apparated only yesterday and nothing happened," Hermione said, gazing at them wearily.
Sari and Milo eyed each other incredulously. "I am in wonderment as to how the two of you have not been caught yet. They can follow a scent for days. You must lay low until the scent wears off," Sari said before she turned to Hermione. "That is why I urge you to stay here for a few days; they cannot track you to this place and we can help you if they find you."
"But you don't understand, we don't have time. I can't tell you why, but we have to leave, it is imperative that we get there as soon as possible," Hermione entreated. She had to make them understand somehow without putting them in danger or possibly damaging the future. How could she explain the desperation of their situation without revealing that their friend was to perish in a matter of days?
"I, for one, am going nowhere until you tell me what the fuck is going on. I have been bloody understanding up to this point but I refuse to go wandering around in medieval England with you until you tell me why," Malfoy snapped, glaring at her crossly.
She pleaded him with her eyes to go along with her but he merely raised an eyebrow and continued his stubborn pose.
"Fine, then you can bloody well stay here for all I care! I don't have any inclination to drag your arse anywhere! If you want to stay here forever, be my guest! But I can't, I have to get back! There are people counting on me, people who need me to be there for them, something I'm sure you know nothing of!" Hermione screeched in indignation. From the look on his face she could tell that she had struck a nerve. Well, good riddance! Why did he have to be such an incorrigible arse all the time? Couldn't he see how important this was? Why couldn't he just trust that she knew best?
"I sense that there is something you are withholding. Am I correct in assuming that you are abstaining for our sake?" Sari implored and Hermione nodded. "Very well. Draco please understand that your companion is only endeavoring to protect us. I think it would be best if you both stepped outside to discuss this matter in private?" Sari cooed, soothing the ruffled feathers. Hermione acquiesced.
"Then run along. If you truly believe you must leave at once then we shall gather your provisions while you converse," Sari stated.
Hermione turned to Malfoy who rolled his eyes and strode past her. She followed him several meters until they neared the edge of the forest, far enough away for their liberators not to overhear.
"So?" Malfoy snapped rounding on her. "What is so damn imperative that we have to drag our arses across the country for seven days to see this woman?"
Hermione prayed for patience as she glared at the trying man before her. "As I said, she is the only known creator of the Time Turner. The problem is, days after she made it, she was found out by some men who burned her house to the ground with her in it. Luckily, she had sent the finished project off to a close friend in France before she was killed."
"Alright, and…?"
"And she was killed on the thirty-first of October in the year of 1236! That's ten days from now! We have no idea what this terrain is like so we need as much of a head start as possible. Even then it's likely she's already sent the damnable thing to France!"
Malfoy cursed loudly and turned away from her, running his hands through his hair in what Hermione was coming to realize as an irritated tic. He paced for a moment seeming to be thinking it over before turning to her abruptly. "Alright. If what you're saying is true, we have about eight or nine days to catch her before she's incinerated, granting you have the day correct."
"I do. There are accounts from several sources, I have researched them all."
"Of course you have," he scoffed, rubbing his neck.
"Go ahead and mock me if you wish, but if I hadn't there is no way we would know how to get home!" Hermione huffed, beyond vexed with the exasperating prat. She was so sick and tired of him degrading of her. Her intelligence was the one thing that was going to get them out of this, damn it!
Malfoy raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright don't go getting your knickers in a twist."
"My knickers are not in a twist!" she snapped shrilly, losing any semblance of control over her emotions. "Even if I was wearing any!" She turned to retreat back to the safety of the cottage when Malfoy grasped her arm suddenly and yanked her around to face him.
He was smirking dangerously. "You're not wearing any knickers, Granger?"
Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair, completely mortified. Darn her big fat mouth! Why did she have to go and say something like that? "I-I…"
"You shouldn't have told me that," he growled before his lips were upon hers.
Hermione couldn't move, couldn't think. She was stunned into complete immobility. Malfoy was kissing her, really, truly kissing her. She was unable to respond in any way until he pulled her body flush against his own and she could feel his hard member pressing against her belly. She gasped in disbelief, in shock in…want. She'd never been kissed like this, never been held, never felt a man pressing his need against her. It was so exciting and… invigorating.
Suddenly her entire body was tingling and she was shocked to realize that his lips stirred something deep within her, something dark and dangerous and delicious. She felt his lips move against her own and she was spurred into action, returning the kiss enthusiastically. She didn't know how, she didn't know why, all she knew was that she wanted this. She wanted this very, very much.
He groaned softly as her mouth opened against his assault and his tongue met hers in a heated dance. Her hands lifted of their own accord to grab at his arms, dragging him harder against her body. He responded in like, his fingers digging into her back, entangling in her long hair. She sighed against his ministrations as he dragged her to a place she'd never before ventured, a place she had never thought existed. Her entire world spun down to only the contact she made with him, only the heat he exuded, only the desperation with which he took her mouth.
"Shit!" Malfoy yelled harshly as he flung her away from him, his expression one of panic and confusion. "Damn you!"
Hermione stumbled at his abrupt departure before she caught her balance. Her body was suddenly cold without the warmth of his next to it. She realized that she was shaking. Malfoy was running his fingers through his hair again and looking at her as if she were some sort of odd specimen he had never seen before, one which he wished sorely to be rid of.
Her mind screamed only one thing at her; retreat.
"I-I'm s-sorry," she stammered turning and escaping as quickly as her feet would take her.
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XOXO
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