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Lost and Damned	By : danniperson Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 24087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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LOST AND DAMNED

Put on Your Face and Let's Pretend

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Severus wasn't sure what to expect when he felt his Dark Mark burning, but it certainly wasn't to find the Death Eaters gathered in the Malfoy Manor ballroom around Rufus Scrimgeour. The plans involving the Minister of Magic had been changing frequently, but Severus had not been aware they had landed on an official plan, let alone being close to executing it. He said nothing of it, though, and moved among the circle around the Minister of Magic, standing between the Malfoys and the Averys.

The ballroom was one of Narcissa's favorite rooms and Severus could tell she was displeased by its current use. Curtains were drawn over the tall windows and once the last Death Eater arrived and the double doors shut, the room was incredibly stuffy and dark. Only light from the scones on the walls gave any sort of dim lighting. They were normally used to set a more romantic mood to the place, but now it only proceeded to create a more dramatic and eerie atmosphere. Several seconds later the candles from the chandelier overhead were lit, offering a little bit more light to the room. The only sounds heard were that of those daring enough to whisper quietly to one another and the light rustling of robes. Severus's dark eyes looked around, in search of the Dark Lord. Upon the realization that he wasn't yet present, he turned his eyes to the floor where Rufus Scrimgeour lay.

The man was unconscious and laying on his back for all to have a clear view of him. His graying brown hair was tangled and wild all around his deathly pale face. His clothes were wrinkled and rumpled and he noticed traces of blood staining the front of his shirt and pants. There was a deep gash in the side of his face and light smears of blood on his face and neck that looked to have been hastily wiped away. His wrists and ankles were encircled by glowing red magical bonds that were holding him to the floor…They seemed weak, though, and Severus didn't doubt that many people in this room could have easily gotten out of them if they tried. Severus had a feeling that was the point, though he wasn't sure why.

The hushed whispers rose in volume a bit after several minutes passed and the strange need to be still and silent had left them and everyone was moving and whispering in urgent anticipation. Severus remained still, only turning to examine the people who surrounded him. Lucius was standing tall and stiff, as though it bothered him to be so close to Severus, even with Narcissa and Draco between them. Narcissa looked downright miserable, frowning deeply while her icy blue eyes were wide and bloodshot, staring around her beautiful ballroom. Only Draco seemed unbothered by anything, which surprised Severus…Only the now and then twitch of his hand or in his face giving him away for his true nervousness. Draco was getting much better at this game, Severus had to admit, and he felt a strong sense of pride for his godson. Whinging about matters wasn't helping anything, and Draco finally seemed to understand that he had to slide into his role easily to survive this war and actually be of any aid to Harry and Hermione.

The only thing more interesting than his godson's new demeanor were the group of Ministry officials across the circle from him. He recognized them easily by their Ministry official robes. He recognized Pius Thicknesse, with his black and silver hair and beard and overhanging forehead. Being the only female, he assumed the lovely young woman (who looked to be in her early thirties) with long, dark blond curls and gray-green eyes was Seraphina Myles. The only other person he knew was the middle aged man to Seraphina's right, a very short man with tan skin and shockingly white hair and very pale gray eyes, to be Garvin Grey. There were a handful of others all around them that Severus didn't know. Unlike the others, their attention remained on Rufus, completely still and silent.

They remained that way for several long minutes and everyone was growing restless. Narcissa and Lucius began murmuring quietly to one another and Severus, unfortunately, found his attention captured on the only conversation he could understand, one between Azrael and Abaddon Avery, Oedipus Odell, Alecto Carrow, and Rabastan Lestrange about the slaughtering of the Randallan family last night, Rabastan taking great pleasure in relaying how he had savagely murdered the young children, including hanging the baby by his father's scarf over their door.

It wasn't a conversation he particularly enjoyed hearing, but he had little choice in the matter. After a while he found his attention stolen by the stirring of Rufus Scrimgeour. Draco nudged him and nodded down, apparently not realizing that Severus had already realized. Narcissa gasped quietly as Draco alerted her to the fact, but no one else seemed to really realize it. Severus glanced around again, looking for signs of the Dark Lord. When he saw nothing, again, he frowned and looked down at Scrimgeour as he blinked open his eyes. When he realized where he was, he gasped sharply and moved to sit up. The magical bonds moved with him enough to allow him to sit up, but as he struggled to stand, he found himself incapable of doing so and was pulled back down onto his arse.

Cold, cruel laughter filled the room, shocking everyone into looking around, suddenly alert. "He finally awakens," came the voice of the Dark Lord and everyone, including Severus, looked around to find him. He stepped seemingly out of the darkness on the wall opposite the doors, but Severus figured it had more to do with concealment charms than anything, hoping for a dramatic entrance. Red eyes glittered in excitement. "My most loyal servants, I would like to introduce you to tonight's guest. The Minister of Magic himself…Rufus Scrimgeour."

"You!" hissed Scrimgeour. "What am I doing here?"

"Tsk tsk…" whispered the Dark Lord with a grin. "Such a lacking of manners."

"I don't want to play your games," Scrimgeour snarled, glaring down at his binds and yanking on his arms, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration as he tried to work on freeing himself.

"Oh, no games, Minister," the Dark Lord replied. "But you have little choice in what we shall be doing here." Red eyes took their time looking around the room, unconcerned with Scrimgeour's progress in freeing one hand as he hastily turned to his side to work his magic on the other. "Bellatrix."

Bellatrix was glowing as she stepped forward, dark eyes lit up with pride and pleasure as she lifted her wand towards the Minister of Magic. "CRUCIO!" she shrieked.

In her gratitude for being chosen to perform this torture and eager to please, Bellatrix made it a powerful one. Scrimgeour screamed loudly, falling onto his back, slamming his head into the ground while his entire body arched up as the pain tore through him. Bellatrix's grin was wicked.

"Enough," the Dark Lord whispered and immediately Bellatrix let go of the curse, leaving Scrimgeour to lay panting on the floor. "Now, Minister…I believe you, in your seat of great political power, have particular information I wish to have."

"Wish all you want, you will have nothing from me!" Scrimgeour snarled defiantly.

"Severus."

Without batting an eyelash, Severus stepped forward and slid his wand from his robes, aiming it at Scrimgeour. There was no way around it and it was useless to dwell on it. "Sectumsempra!" he hissed, slashing his wand towards Scrimgeour, watching blood stain his clothing wherever his wand pointed. Across his chest, his stomach, his legs and back up, a long line of blood appearing diagonally from his forehead, over his nose and reaching halfway across his damaged cheek. Scrimgeour bit his mouth to keep from crying out, but he squirmed and hissed and winced and finally cried out in pain when the cut hit the corner of one eye.

"Of course," the Dark Lord said and Severus hated the way his face and neck burned. How predictable of him, of course, he thought bitterly, to use his own curse. Severus resisted the urge to snap at Bellatrix's gloating look and stepped back into his place in the circle.

"Where is Harry Potter?" the Dark Lord demanded.

"Do your worst," Scrimgeour said, eyes hard and ablaze with fury. To his credit, he didn't stay down. He continued to work on his remaining binds and managed to free his other hand and quickly worked on his ankles.

"Azrael."

Azrael Avery stepped forward eagerly, her bright blue-green eyes glittering in deadly excitement. "Amissionaeris!"

Scrimgeour made an awful choking noise, eyes bugging out of his head, hands desperately grasping at his throat for a moment. He couldn't breathe. Arms trembling he hastily tried to focus on removing his remaining binds through the pain and loss of oxygen, though he began trembling more, looking frustrated and panicked.

"Enough," the Dark Lord said again and Azrael looked disappointed as she let the curse drop and stepped back. He studied the now gasping Scrimgeour curiously for a moment before stepping steadily closer to the man who only glared up at him. "Be good to Lord Voldemort, and you can be rewarded, Minister. Failure to assist us, however, can only end in a most painful death."

"Then I guess you're going to have to kill me," Scrimgeour spat.

"Draco," the Dark Lord said.

Severus glanced to his godson whose eyes widened. The boy swallowed hard and gripped his wand firmly before stepping out of the circle, closer to Scrimgeour, a determined look upon his face as he lifted his wand. "Crucio!"

Severus half expected it not to work and was immensely surprised as Scrimgeour tensed up and half screamed, half growled out in pain. It wasn't nearly so intense as Bellatrix's attempt, but still more than Severus would expect from the boy. The Dark Lord grinned and Bellatrix's eyes were shining with pride for her nephew. Severus found himself greatly relieved by the success of the curse, as it meant few questions and Draco would not be subjected to any teasing for being unable to properly perform the curse. On the other hand, the fact that Draco was even able to summon that much desire to hurt someone was bothersome. The stricken look in his silver eyes was all the answer Severus needed as Draco returned, though he did his best to keep the rest of his expression in check.

It was a long day in Malfoy Manor, but most seemed to be enjoying themselves. Every single person in the room was granted the chance to do something to Rufus Scrimgeour. Even as the man managed to get his way out of the rest of the magical binds, he was too weak by then to do much. The Dark Lord continued questioning him about the whereabouts of Harry Potter and while Severus doubted Scrimgeour actually knew anything, he couldn't help but feel anxious every time the question was brought up. Scrimgeour never gave in, however. He never denied knowing where Harry was, but if he did know anything, he wasn't saying. Gryffindor through and through, that man. No matter the pain inflicted upon him, he was just as self-sacrificing and defiant as ever. Foolish, Severus thought, but he was a tad grateful for the man's House affiliations. Gryffindors, for the most part, were sickeningly loyal and heroic. He took the pain and never begged for death, though he dared the Dark Lord to do so every time the mention of it was made.

There was popular use of the Cruciatus Curse, though Bellatrix Lestranage performed the curse as though she herself had created it, and thus was given ample opportunity to show off that particular skill. Sectumsempra was also rather popular, though the Dark Lord had to get onto those who got too wild with its usage and punished Amycus Carrow for nearly killing the man before the Dark Lord was ready and had to call upon Severus to heal the wounds to the minimum need be to keep him alive. There were uses of curses Severus hadn't heard or seen in a while…Azrael Avery wasn't the last to use Amissionaeris and Alecto Carrow reminded everyone of an old curse that produced a loud, piercing sound to be heard by the victim, painfully loud and ringing. Unfortunately Alecto became a bit too happy with the curse that Scrimgeour's ears started to bleed and he was temporarily deaf and could no longer hear the Dark Lord's questions, so they merely resorted to other tortures until he could hear enough to hear the same question he had been asked since he woke up. There was a burning curse that gave Scrimgeour a nasty rash and blisters, red as though he had been in the sun unprotected for hours, or even days.

The most creative, Severus thought, had to be (and he was reluctant to praise the man, even in his own thoughts) courtesy of Oedipus Odell. He used the Imperius Curse to force the man into kneeling before the Dark Lord and kissing at his feet, praising the Dark Lord, and even made the man pull out his own hair, scratch his own arms until they bled, and banged his own head into the floor until the Dark Lord finally made him stop.

The torture lasted for hours and Scrimgeour had been rescued from the brink of death more times than Severus could count. By now the man was delirious and positively useless and the Dark Lord glowered down at him and around at them. "No matter. We have better means of discovering what we wish to know. Luckily, I think it will go much better without you," he said, walking right up to where the man lay twitching and whimpering on the floor. "Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light seemed to blind everyone in the darkness of the room and by the time the bright circles stopped dancing in front of his eyes, he saw that Scrimgeour was laying limply on the floor, eyes blank and staring up at the ceiling. The Dark Lord had his back to him and was facing the group of Ministry officials. "Let us congratulate Pius Thicknesse…Our new Minister for Magic."

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The wedding was set to take place in the afternoon. Everyone was busy all morning making last minute changes and checking on all of the arrangements. Penelope was a nervous mess and it took a great deal of time on the parts of Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and any other female who showed up at the Burrow to calm her down and reassure her that she looked wonderful and that they were so happy for her and that she and Percy were going to have a wonderful life together and make the most beautiful babies and other such nonsense that Harry didn't fully understand. Right before the wedding he was given a Polyjuice Potion with the hair of a red haired boy from the Muggle village nearby that Fred and George had so kindly gathered for him and he would be making his appearance as cousin Barny Weasley.

At around three everyone was waiting outside to welcome the guests and it was eventually time to start the wedding. Hermione sat beside Harry looking troubled, blinking away tears in her brown eyes and muttered something under her breath about Viktor Krum flirting with her. Figuring her mind was on Ron or Draco or both, Harry just patted her knee and turned as the music started. Mr. Weasley was chosen to walk Penelope down the aisle, since her own father had been killed some months prior and was unable to do so. Percy was beaming as he looked down at his bride and Harry swore Penelope had to be the only person to ever (and would ever) give Percy such a loving, soft glance and such a bright, happy smile. Her dress was very plain and modest, but it seemed just the sort of thing that fit them both very well.

"Do you Percy Ignatius take Penelope Eleanor…?"

The ceremony was very boring, as most weddings were, but as a magical wedding, Harry found himself interested in some of the particular differences in the vows and traditions and other such things. Still, he found his attention elsewhere at some points and was snapped out of dozing off as Hermione nudged him and the officiant concluded with, "…then I declare you bonded for life."

Mrs. Weasley was crying…Penelope's face was wet with her own tears…even Hermione was dabbing her face a bit. The small wizard officiating the ceremony waved his wand high over their heads and a shower of silver stars fell all around Percy and Penelope as they kissed.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said the wizard, "if you would pl-"

There were a few shrieks of surprise and loud gasps and everyone turned to see something large and silver fell into the middle of the aisle Penelope and Mr. Weasley had walked down not long ago. The silver lynx opened its mouth wide, speaking in the loud and deep voice of Kingsley Shackelbolt.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

Almost immediately Harry and Hermione jumped to their feet, drawing their wands. Other members of the Order stood around them, as well, including Sirius and Lupin nearby them. It seemed to be taking everyone else a bit longer to figure out what was happening. After several long seconds people began scrambling up and a few began to scream. Harry raised his wand and was surprised when he felt Hermione grab his arm tightly and felt that uncomfortable pull of Apparation.

Harry blinked rapidly when they stopped, for a moment thinking they hadn't even left…They were still surrounded by lots of people, and it took a minute to realize that they were somewhere in the Muggle world. Harry stumbled into Hermione as someone shoved rudely past him and he turned to look at his friend as Hermione tugged him along. "Where are we?"

"Tottenham Court Road," panted Hermione. "Walk, just…Oh wait, here!"

Hermione tugged him to the right towards a dark alleyway and began digging through the little handbag she had been carrying around with her since arriving to the Burrow, the one with all of their things packed away in it. She muttered curse words under her breath as she dug around, finally pulling out some jeans and a sweater and handed them to Harry before continuing to dig around and finally pulled out the silver Invisibility Cloak and handed it to him, as well.

"The others," Harry said, starting to get over his shock. "Everyone at the wedding-"

"Most of the Order is there," Hermione pointed out. "Besides, it's you they want. They'd be in more danger if you were there. Just get dressed, quickly!"

Harry did as she said and hastily removed his own clothes and pulled on the ones she chose for him. He wasn't sure why he needed to change if he had the Cloak, but he figured it was probably precautionary and just followed the instructions. Once he pulled on the Cloak, Hermione led the way out of the alleyway and back out onto the street. "Where are we gonna go?" Harry asked Hermione, not caring to be quiet. While he couldn't be seen, Harry didn't think they'd be listening for him even if they did show up. Besides, he wanted to figure out what was going on.

"Shh," Hermione said anyway and Harry couldn't help but to be irritated. What the bloody hell were they going to do if they couldn't even communicate. He kept his mouth shut, though, just in case Hermione was onto something, if she had seen anything or had good reason for telling him to shush. Her brown eyes looked up and down and back and forth at the buildings they passed by.

A group of drunken men on the other side of the pavement were dancing around and singing and Hermione growled and glared at them. "Oh I wish they'd shut up. I can barely think."

"All right, darling?" called out one of the drunken men. "Fancy a drink?"

Harry glared at the men, though they couldn't see him. "Let's sit down somewhere," Hermione said hastily and glanced around again. "Look, here! This will do!"

It was a small, shabby all-night café. The table they sat at was a bit greasy and parts of the booth seats were ripped up with holes and stuffing poking through them. Harry sat on one side of the table and Hermione sat on the other, her back to the entrance. She apparently didn't seem very comfortable by the position and kept glancing over her shoulder frequently and had a light twitch. Harry did not like this. He wanted to get up and go back outside…Being stationary was not good, and he at least felt like something was going to come out of things when they were moving, like they might get somewhere and figure something out. Right now he felt useless and anxious.

Feeling the Polyjuice start to wear off, Harry pulled his glasses out of his pocket and slid them back over his eyes. It was right before he changed back completely, making his glasses useless to him for a minute. Everything was strong and blurry and it almost gave him a headache to look out of them. He blinked rapidly and after a few moments the change was complete and Harry could see clearly out of his glasses again. He glanced up at Hermione who was tapping her fingers onto the table, looking lost in thought.

"Erm…You think it would be safe to go to the Leaky Cauldron?" Harry whispered, glancing warily around to make sure no one was near and so no one would think they were hearing voices. "It's only in Charing Cross and I dunno…Not to stay there or anything, but maybe find out what's going on."

"We know what's going on!" Hermione snapped irritably and Harry glared at her. Though she couldn't see him, she did sigh and rub her hand over her face. "Voldemort's taken over the Ministry. Not much more we need to know…I doubt it would be safe. I don't much think anywhere would be safe. No place in the magical world…not now that they have the Ministry under their control. There's Grimmauld Place, but we don't know if Snape had to give it away or not…though Mad Eye did say they put a lot of enchantments on the place to ward against him, so…I don't know, though…I'm not sure we could risk it. There's my parents' place…" Hermione swallowed at the mention of her parents. She had fiddled with their memory before leaving and sent them to Australia as Wendell and Monica Wilkins, forgetting they ever had a daughter. Hermione stayed strong, but he could tell she got emotional every time she thought of her parents. She cleared her throat and continued. "…but they might check there. I really have no idea, Harry."

Hermione's eyes darted to the side quickly and shot a look in Harry's direction that assured him he needed to be quiet. A gum chewing waitress shuffled over and Hermione ordered a cappuccino. A pair of burly workmen entered the café and Hermione and Harry tensed up as the bell over the door rang, but relaxed a bit as they moved to sit in a booth next to theirs.

"I say," Hermione whispered, "we find a quiet place to Disapparate and head for the countryside. Once we're there, we could send a message to the Order."

"Can you do that talking Patornus thing?" Harry asked.

"I've been practicing and I think so," Hermione said.

"Will it get them into trouble?" Harry asked, imagining the Burrow being filled with Death Eaters. What if they overheard the message? What if sending anything at all made things worse for them?

"Hmm…No more trouble than they'll already be in," Hermione said with a frown. "C'mon, let's get going," she said, cringing as she tasted her drink. She pulled her purse into her lap and began digging through it, muttering about finding her money.

The two workmen at the next table made similar movements. "Mione," Harry whispered, mirroring them. A blurred figure ran over to shove Hermione sideways onto her bench and Harry ducked as the force of the Death Eater's spells shattered the tiled wall next to them. "Draco?" he heard Hermione exclaim in surprise, but didn't have time to think about it. Harry, still invisible, aimed his wand and yelled, "Stupefy!"

The great blond Death Eater was hit by a jet of red light in the face and slumped sideways, unconscious. "Draco, what are you-?" demanded the other Death Eater as Draco Malfoy sat up and pulled out his own wand. Draco sent a Stunning Spell towards him, but it missed and Harry slid out of the booth to allow himself more room to move. The spell Draco sent rebounded on the window and hit the waitress, who had begun screaming and running towards the door.

"Expulso!" the Death Eater cried and at the same time, from out of sight, Hermione called out, "Petrificus Totalus!" and the Death Eater fell forward like a statue, landing with a crunching thud onto the table he had just blown up. Hermione crawled out from underneath the bench, shaking bits of glass out of her hair while Harry looked around, making sure the Death Eaters were truly unconscious before turning to his two friends, finally registering that Draco was there. "Hi," he said in confusion.

"Hey yourself," Draco said, grimacing as he prodded the nearest Death Eater with his toe. "Antonin Dolohov and Thorfinn Rowle."

"Nice," Hermione said. "What are you doing here? How did they find us? Wh…?"

"Let's get this cleaned up, then I'll explain everything," Draco said, glancing uneasily up at the windows of the café. "Turn out the lights and don't say anything about any of this until we're done."

Hermione hastily pulled out the Deluminator that Dumbledore had left her and put out the lights, only the streetlamps outside lighting them. "Memory Charms?" Hermione asked.

"I think that'd be best," Draco said. "Can either of you do them?"

"I…I think so," Hermione said.

"Doubt it," Harry said.

"Okay, Hermione you help me with them, Harry…Clean up," Draco said, leaning over Dolohov and pointing his wand at his forehead, staring down intently as he said, "Obliviate."

Harry didn't watch them and instead put his wand to use clearing up the broken glass and the broken tables. It wasn't necessarily a great job. The fixed table now had long cracks where the wood had snapped and the glasses all looked particularly fragile, but it was at least clean. When he turned back, Draco and Hermione were looking over the Death Eaters and the waitress, as though checking to make sure they had done a decent job.

"There's a Taboo on the Dark Lord's name," Draco warned them immediately. Hermione gasped sharply, but Harry just looked confused. "Might not want to be saying it anymore."

"A what?" Harry asked.

"Taboo," Hermione said. "A Dark spell which designates a word as a key to revealing the speaker's location."

"It…What?"

"Really, Potter, don't be dense," Draco snapped. "It means that if you say the Dark Lord's name, it will give your location away and they'll be able to find you, wherever you are. He used the Taboo because he knows only you and your most loyal followers would dare use his name. So please, for the love of Merlin, stick with You Know Who or He Who Must Not Be Named or the Dark Lord or something, for all I care. Just not…You Know What."

"Right," Harry said, heart thudding in his chest as he looked around at the unconscious Death Eaters. It was going to be a hard habit to break, to not say Voldemort, but he supposed he could try.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry!" Hermione gasped, eyes going wide as she realized she was the one who had said his name.

"It's not your fault, we didn't know," Harry said. "They're it?" he asked Draco. "No one else is going to come?"

"I dunno. Might as well get a move on to be safe," Draco suggested.

"Okay," Harry said, nodding to Hermione who ran back to the table to grab her handbag. "Oh…Are you any good at Occlumency, by any chance?"

"I like to think so," Draco said in confusion. "Aunt Bella and Severus both tried teaching me…I wouldn't risk going back if I thought I couldn't keep this out…"

"Good," Harry said. "Mione and I will be going to Number 12 Grimmauld Place," he said, ignoring Hermione's gasp of shock as she ran over, eyes wide. "I know, I know, Mione, but I think it will be fine." He turned back to Draco. "If anything happens, you'll know where to find us."

"Are…are you sure it's alright to tell me?" Draco said nervously.

"I'd feel better having someone know," Harry admitted, jerking his head towards the door. The three of them moved together and headed back out onto the busy street. "Let Severus know, too?"

"I will," Draco said, eyes flickering around nervously.

"He's alright?" Harry asked as Hermione grabbed their arms and pulled them into a nearby alleyway.

"As can be expected," Draco said. "He's still alive, still the Dark Lord's favorite. They want to put him at Hogwarts as headmaster. So I figure away from the real action he'll be fine and he can do what he can to protect Hogwarts."

"That's great!" Harry said, letting himself grin in his immense relief. Knowing that Severus was alive and well was more than he could have asked for.

"You two should get going," Draco suggested with a frown, looking as though he didn't really want them to go.

"You could come with us, you know," Hermione said, glancing hesitantly at Harry.

They really weren't supposed to let anyone else know of their plans, but if Draco was willing to abandon the Death Eaters for them, Harry would let him know. They could use the help and if Draco left, he would need all the aid and protection they could give.

"I…I wish I could," he said miserably, taking her hands in his and pulling her close. They looked at each other so intently that Harry could barely stand to watch them…Like they could hardly get enough of looking at one another. As though the other was the most important thing in their lives and it was killing them to part. "I have to stay, though. I have to make sure my family's alright and…do what I can to help you two…from the inside and all."

"I love you," Hermione whispered, her voice thick.

"I love you, too," Draco whispered before leaning down and kissing her deeply and Hermione threw her arms around his neck. Harry dared a glance at them, feeling sadness and jealousy well up deep inside of him. He wished Severus had come…that he had another chance to see Severus again. His heart ached with sudden longing and he hated himself for it. He should just be glad that Severus was alive and knew how risky a meeting like this could be. He shouldn't want Draco or Severus to be there, when it could very well get them into trouble.

The two pulled apart after a moment and Draco took one last, long look at Hermione before pulling away and glancing at Harry. "You two be safe. Anything I should pass on, Harry?"

"Just tell him I love him," Harry said.

Draco nodded. "He loves you, too, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Harry said with a shaky laugh. "Get going, Malfoy, before they come looking for you."

Nodding, Draco Disapparated and Hermione stepped forward to grab Harry's arm tightly. "Grimmauld Place?" she asked uncertainly, the tone in her voice letting him know she hoped he changed his mind.

"Grimmauld Place."

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