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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Now onto this story, yes it took a while as it gets harder to lay out as we reach through the ending.
If you'd come to notice, I've added a little spice at the end - some scene I've always believed to be and has happened from the second book.

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Chapter Sixty Six
Heroes of the War

A glass shattered.
Another long and loud shriek.
He looked up from the mess he has accidentally made when her voice echoed all throughout the upper floor and straight from her bedroom.
She was having dreams again – no, nightmares.
The same night over and over and over again.
He was getting tired of it.
It was driving him insane.
Sighing heavily, he grabbed a small vial from the other table at the side of the room and stalked out of the laboratory and to the upper floor.
He reached their ground floor and he could hear the echoes of her cries.
She was awake by now.
She probably was never able to sleep fully anyway since that night.

“He’s calling my name.” she gasped at the sight of him as he opened the door. “He’s in danger.”
From the doorway, he could clearly see the sweat and tears all over her face.
Her body was thinner than it had been weeks ago and she looked as frail as she could be.
It was her first few nights into a room instead of the guilded cage he had placed her in to protect her.
The traces of injuries were still physically visible all over her and she was still emotionally unstable.
The ambush was still very fresh and true to her.
“Here’s a Sleeping Draught.” Snape said entering the room and slowly walking towards the bedside.
Hermione looked up at him with a bewildered expression over her face as if it wasn’t the help she required.
“I don’t need that.” Hermione cried at him. “I’m telling you that Harry’s in danger – he’s not well – I need to see him.”
“We’ve already talked about this, Miss Granger.” he said without any hint of emotion in his tone. “You are still unwell – physically weak and incapable to travel back to them and you will put both your locations in danger.”
“But I can’t – you can’t make me-“
“I’m not making you.” Snape pointed out with a cold tone over his voice “I am asking you for the sake of the Order.. for Potter’s sake.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed, her lips quivered as she tried to think of something else to say to change his mind despite the reality of the danger he was telling her about.
“But he was – he is – I need to see them – let me send a message.” she pleaded as she watched him prepare the small vial of potion for her to drink. “I don’t want that.”
He looked up at her with a certain glint in his eyes.
“I will tell you if there’s anything imperative for you to know.” he told her as he walked nearer the bed and handed the vial to her. “And you need to take this. You need rest. This will suffice for the rest of the night until the morning. It will provide you a good sleep.”
“I said, I don’t want it.” Hermione firmly said looking up at him with such fire in her eyes. “I want to get out of this stupid place. Bring me back to them.”
He only raised his eyebrow at her.
“What you’re asking is impossible.”
“What I’m asking is what’s right.” Hermione spat at him, forgetting who he was and forgetting her place. “This is illegal.”
Now he looked pissed as he stared back down at her.
“Illegal?”
“You’re keeping me here without my consent-“
“I beg your pardon?” he said walking to her with fury in his eyes. “You are here because you are weak and incapable of completely going back there and we don’t know yet the full effects of what happened to you and we can’t just parade you back to the Order – you will endanger yourself and the whole Order and most importantly Potter-“
“LIES!” Hermione angrily said and tears were now swelling at the sides of her eyes. “LIES! You can bring me back if you want to-“
“You listen to me you ungrateful little twot-“ he grabbed her wrist painfully and stared down at her. “I do not care if you rot in here – unless we are sure that you are better and not a danger to yourself and unto others you will goddamn stay-“
“This is NOT legal professor-“ Hermione said struggling to grab her arm back at him without much success. “You can’t keep me here – you can’t keep me here without telling them – if you mean well you would tell them – you would let Harry-“
“And what?” Snape asked shaking her. “You want me to tell him and have him go ballistic and demand to get himself here?”
She didn’t say anything because she was sure that it was precisely what Harry would be doing.
“What then next, Miss Granger?” he spat her name out. “Do you want him to cross locations and get himself killed? Is that want you want? To have Harry Potter get himself killed to rescue you because you think you are being detailed illegally here?!”
Black and brown eyes met with such fury from them.
She was angered beyond he could tell but she was crying and he looked back at her with the same hatred for her – for their situation.
It wasn’t her fault but it was neither his.
“But he’s in danger!” Hermione screamed at him suddenly moving her free arm over and grabbing him as she begged. “He’s in danger! I can tell – I can sense, I can feel it! He’s trying to – he’s trying to communicate-“
“You are dreaming, you are enduring nightmares – you have been traumatized, you hear me?” he said grabbing hold of both her arms. “And you need rest. That’s all that’s happening-“
“No!” Hermione wailed. “I have a connection to Harry – I’m not lying to you I can tell – I can feel it – he’s not alright – he’s looking for me, he’s calling my name-“
“Do you hear yourself, Miss Granger?” he asked her with utmost sound of disgust. “Do you hear yourself on what you’re trying to say? Do you think you make sense? Do you think you’re well enough to think this way? Listen to-“
“I can feel it!” Hermione angrily said trying to struggle now against his grip from the bed. “You can’t hold me down here – he will look for me – they will look for me-“
“They will search the skies if they must!” he said pressing his fingers over her arms. “But until then, you will remain here and get yourself better before I can let you go back to them-“
“This is not – this is not legal!” Hermione cried at him. “This isn’t – what are you doing?”
He let her go and grabbed his wand and the vial from the side of the bed.
She looked with fearful and panic-stricken face as he moved back towards the bed.
“We can always do this the easy way, Miss Granger.” he said as he sat over the bed and grabbed her by the arms and secured her in his tightly. “Or the hard way which I really, really do not prefer.”
Hermione struggled but he muttered something and a small glow light emitted from his wand and went straight to her body.
“You can’t do this..” Hermione’s fading voice cried out. “You can’t.. you can’t..”
“I can.” Snape whispered. “And this is for your own good.”
“No, please.. you’re.. you’re a good person.. Dumbledore trusted you.”
Snape didn’t say anything as he waited for the strong potion to settle into her system.
“Professor.. “
“You need to rest.. that is all you need-“
“He trusted you.. we trusted.. we… I trusted..you..” her voice was completely faltering now.
“Sleep.” Snape firm tone came. “Sleep, Miss Granger.”
“No, please… don’t.. please bring me back.. please.. I believe you’re a hero.. they believe in the good.. the good in you.. please..”
Hermione still tried to struggle despite the sensation that was growing and overpowering her.
She began to feel wobbly and weak.
She couldn’t move against him.

She watched helplessly, crying as she could only do so as he forced her to face him and squeezed her jaw right up to open so he could pour the rest of the vial’s contents.
She cried, struggled against his grip and shook her head to avoid the vial but he was stronger and she felt weak by the moment.
He held her jaw painfully and pressed her nose as to choke her down so she would swallow the potion.
Hermione swallowed hard and gasped for air.
He let her go.
She could feel the Sleeping Draught straining down her throat.
He muttered another spell and pointed the wand over her temple.
“I’m sorry, Miss Granger.” Snape said as he laid her back down onto her bed. “But this is a different war and heroes of this war will do just about anything to ensure the survival of those who need to survive.”
He wasn’t sure if she’s heard him but he no longer really cared.
Her senses started giving away but not before she has shed enough tears and cried enough tears in her desperate attempt to get back to Harry Potter who was a thousand of miles away from her and who has just woken himself in the middle of the night crying the same tears for her as he struggled against Remus Lupin in his desperation and plea to get out of his sickbed to find Hermione Granger..

“Please, please calm down.” Lupin said as he struggled to keep Harry on his feet while Medi-Witches and Healers ran inside the room to try and strain him back over the bed.
It was somewhere two in the morning and Lupin was woken from the guardian’s couch in the hospital room by Harry’s sudden scream.
He had woken half the ward of the hospital corner he was being kept.
He had another nightmare again from which he wakes up screaming his lungs out – calling desperately for Hermione.
He keeps on telling and crying the same thing every night – she was calling his name, calling him in desperate cry for help.
She was being kept somewhere, some place he couldn’t say but she was being kept and wards and spells of sorts were blocking him from connecting his mind to hers.
“NO! NO!” Harry screamed as he struggled against the two Healers that helped Lupin to put Harry back over the hospital bed.
They moved and heaved him up over the bed with difficulty due to his inability to use his legs temporarily.
They put him back over the bed and one of the Healers eyed Lupin for permission to tie Harry back over the bed.
Lupin shook his head in disagreement and the Healer nodded quietly.
“We’ll have to put him back to sleep though.” the Healer said grabbing her wand from her pocket and nodding at the two MediWitches to prepare the potion. “A Calming and Sleeping Draught so he is sedated long enough.”
One of them took two vials from her pocket and another took his wand out from his pocket.
One of them gently moved Lupin out of the way as he tried to help Harry out of his fit.

“Mr. Potter, you need to calm down. You’ve only had a nightmare. The voice or voices you’re hearing aren’t real-“
“No, please.. she’s calling my name. She needs me. She’s calling my name to help her to rescue her.”
“Harry, please.. please calm yourself down.” Lupin said with tears forming over his eyes as he watched his favourite student being strangled down the bed and being forced to swallow the potion to enforce sleep back to his physical needs.
“Professor Lupin – please, please help me!” he screamed as the potion was poured forcedly into his mouth. “Please.. professor.. Hermione- she’s – she’s in danger.. please.. Hermione.. she needs me.. she’s calling me.. please.. professor.. please help.. help her.. help us..help..”
Lupin looked away, closing his eyes and forcing himself not to cry.
Another Healer entered the room and went to him.
“It’s better you leave this room, Mr. Lupin.” the old woman gently said. “You better get some rest elsewhere. We would take good care of Mr. Potter tonight. You can come as early tomorrow morning. We would tend to all his needs tonight-“
“You can’t just – just force Sleeping Draught to him whenever-“ Lupin was lost for words as he was gently ushered out of the room.
His eyes were on Harry – who was being held down like some animal over the bed, being forced out of his wits and senses – until his image faded from view.
He looked back at the Healer with a furious and confused glare.
“He’s not – you can’t-“
“We would be doing whatever is required for us to do in order to physical get him better.” the Healer simply stated at him.
“Physically get him better?” Lupin repeated. “Physically get him better? You’re sedating him whenever he makes any kind of noise in this-“
“Because this is a hospital!” the Healer said with a firmer tone. “He couldn’t just scream every night-“
“But he’s not well!” Lupin reasoned. “Is this how he is supposed to be treated here? Is this how you-“
“If you were to ask me, I would have sent Mr. Harry Potter at St. Mungo’s Ward for the mentally challenged!” the older woman said with anger in her eyes. “We both know Mr. Potter is not well at the moment but we are keeping him in this normal ward because we don’t want the public panicking that their dear –“
“You take back what you said.” Lupin spat at the old woman. “Harry is not insane – he may be unwell because of the trauma from the ambush but he is not mentally ill –“
“He has been suffering for days and weeks not if you must know.” the Healer explained to him with anger in her eyes. “You know he’s been diagnosed not only of severe trauma but of depression and stage one paranoia – he’s being treated in this ward to keep words from coming out-“
“Then if he isn’t well mentally treat him the way his problem should be treated!” Lupin angrily spat back in gritted teeth.
He lost all respect and courtesy to the older woman in front of her.
The Healer looked slightly scandalized and grabbed Lupin away from the scene. “We are treating him-“
“You are keeping him sedated and asleep for hours and hours to keep him from screaming-“
“What do you want us to just do?!” the Healer argued at him. “You know that the way to treat him isn’t here! Find the girl if you must because she’s the only one that will bring back Mr. Harry Potter into his rightful senses!”
Lupin opened his mouth to say something.
No words came out.
Truth were in those words and there was no answer he could provide.
Harry was going down a very dark path if he and the rest of the Order will not be able to find a way to find Hermione and get her back to Harry as soon as possible.
But there was a world for Harry to save and it wasn’t time to choose his personal needs.
Hermione Granger was nowhere to be found and quite possibly dead by now.
Harry will not be able to take and accept that truth.
There must be a way out of that truth they were all already considering/
There must be a way out of that truth without Harry knowing it and losing it.
“What do you want us to do?!” Lupin said. “What do you want me to do-“
“We both know the world is still in danger and we can’t leave him that way – we can’t have him this way-“
“What do you want to happen –“
“Mr. Potter will need to be distracted out of this trauma, this depression - you need to find a way to treat him out of it-“
“You just said-“
“Lie if you must.” the old woman said. “Lie if you must, Mr. Lupin. If this was any other case, I wouldn’t tell you this – but at this very moment, the world needs him more than some school girl crush-“
“They are not just-“
“The world does not care what they have.” the old woman interrupted. “It only cares if they will survive to live another day.”
“You can’t make me lie to Harry.” Lupin said with anger in his eyes now. “You can’t make me – this is as bad as being barbaric-“
“I may sound barbaric Mr. Remus Lupin – but I have saved lives more than you have within this walls and at this very moment I am telling you that if you want the hero of this war to live with the rest of us – you must make a choice!”
Lupin stared at the old woman, disbelieving and disgusted at her proposed solution on how to handle Harry and his present predicament.
“This is insane. This is what’s insane-“
“You have not yet seen true insanity, Mr. Lupin-“
“How dare you-“
“No, how dare you!” the older woman spat at him. “You may know of the war out there in the world but you have not seen the true horrors of what the war leaves behind-“
“I think I know-“
“No.” woman interrupted him. “You have not seen true effect it leaves us all behind – and I have seen worse than what you may endure out there in the field of brawls, firearms and bloodshot – you have not seen anything yet-“
“I will not do this in your favor or the world’s favor.” Lupin determinedly said. “I will not choose to manipulate Harry Potter with lies of comfort in order to save anyone else.”
“Do you really think you have a choice?” the old woman asked him. “Do you think he would survive this war without her? Without the loss of her?”
Lupin opened his mouth to retort but no word came out.
His mouth had gone dry.
The woman looked back at him with a satisfaction.
She shook her head as she made one step forward him.
“We must admit to ourselves – and I know deep in your heart you believe – that Miss Hermione Granger is long gone in this war. And right now I am telling you in the name of my profession that Mr. Harry Potter will not survive the truth in that – and if he doesn’t, you know his loss would be the loss of the cause of our side.”
Lupin still didn’t say anything.
His face told her that he was badly contemplating as his fists clenched at his side.
“I can’t do this to Harry.” Lupin said with such burden in his voice. “I refuse to do it.”
“But you must do it.” the older woman said. “And if you really have been a long soldier of this war, you know that there are things that must be done – things we do not want nor like – but must be done in order to gain advantage.”
Silence.
A long, heavy and burdensome silence filled the air.
“This is insane.” Lupin said. “I’m not going to let you or any of you use our war hero into anything.”
“You’re also a hero of this war, Mr. Lupin.” the woman whispered each of these words with adamant determination in her eyes.
“This isn’t right.” Lupin protested.
“Heroes of this war will absolutely do just about anything to survive and win a war.” she sighed heavily as if she didn’t want to tell him all these truth. “And you know at this very moment that we cannot lose Mr. Harry Potter.”
“You’re insane!”
“Heroes of this war will do just about anything to let others survive – because that’s what heroes do!”
“NO!” Lupin angrily yelled advancing as if to attack her. “YOU’RE INSANE! ALL THESE ARE INSANE!”
“Call it whatever you want to call it, Mr. Lupin.” the old Healer said straightening her robes. “But I will do what I have to do in order to ensure that Mr. Potter physically gets back to his feet as soon as possible no matter what it costs all of us –“
“I WON’T LET YOU DEMENTED WOMAN TO-“
“I may be insane if that is what you wish to call it but I will not let our world die because your hero still believes in some insane truth about some girl’s disappearance!”
Lupin looked ready to attack her.
“Hermione Granger is alive and we would find her.”
“Find her like looking for a needle in a hay if you must.” she replied with such harshness in her tone. “But do something about it. Do something about him. Do something – anything – that would ensure that he would still want to live and not give up in life completely because gods of the heavens know that we need him now more than ever.”
Lupin couldn’t find the right words to say.
He seemed to just want to punch the hell out of the woman.
She stared back at him with same contempt and desperation in her eyes.
War does change people and make them want to survive no matter the price it pays.
She straightened up and heavily breathed and gave him a curt nod and small smile like a professional.
“If you don’t mind, I need to get back and tend to my patient.” she said nodding towards Harry’s room.
And without another word, she turned and stalked away from him and went back to Harry’s room slamming the door right at his face.

“Some connections, huh?”
“Some connections.”
“Must be more powerful and brilliant than connections of the mind.” she said with a chuckle in her tone.
“Connection of Galleons has always been more powerful than anything else.” Draco proudly said as he slowly reached up and held her hand.
Hermione’s face faltered and she looked slightly disappointed at him.
“And I did not mean it that way.” Draco quickly corrected himself flushing red.
“I know what you meant.” Hermione said regaining her smile.
They were both crunched up at the very corner and small of the shop.
Hermione was in her wedding dress and Draco sat there staring at her with all the beauty and glory in her.
“I’m not holding up well Draco if you want an honest answer.”
“I know you’re not.” Draco said staring at her pale hands as he held them in his. “Look, I know we don’t have much time-“
“Have you found out where the key should be?” Hermione hopefully asked him. “What it is for?”
Draco looked up at her and slowly shook his head.
It was the topic he was avoiding to discuss with her but since she’s brought it up there was nothing he could do.
“I understand.” Hermione said in a small voice as she nodded at him and was obviously losing all the hope in the world already.
“No look, we still have time-“
“Draco, we only have a day. Several hours if we’d only be a bit more specific in all honesty.” Hermione said taking hold of his hand. “Listen, just – there’s no way out of this one and we must now admit that between ourselves-“
“Hermione-“
“No Draco, listen to me – just listen…” she said firmly grasping his hand as she made him look at her.
The small space at the back of the shop was making Draco feel slightly uncomfortable and he suddenly felt slightly dizzy or lacking air in his lungs.
But he sat still and stared at Hermione as she held his hands this time.
“Even if I marry Harry, just promise me that you would have Severus into safety-“
“Hermione, you’re about to get married to some maniac-“
“Please don’t say that.” Hermione said. “We both know that Harry had become like this.. well, because of the circumstances that we all didn’t want-“
“But Hermione-“
“No, just let me finish.” Hermione whispered with a weak smile. “I know you’ve tried and done your best to save us all – but you can’t.. you just can’t save the world, Draco.”
“Hermione, please-“
“You can only try, but you can’t.”
He looked back at her with certain hurt in his eyes.
He’s heard that phrase before and he didn’t like the memory of it either.
“And maybe Severus can’t escape Azkaban either, but please.. please do everything in your power that you can in order for him to evade the Dementor’s Kiss.”
“Hermione..”
“If it’s any worth at all – even the slightest bit – I swear to you that he doesn’t deserve to die that way. Maybe he deserves Azkaban.. but not the Dementor’s Kiss. He doesn’t deserve to end that way. Nobody deserves to end that way.”

There was silence in between them.
“You do love him, don’t you?” Draco asked already stating what was very much obvious. “You have really fallen in love for him, have you not?”
Hermione gave a small chuckle at him and nodded pressing his hands.
“We all sometimes really fall for the wrong person.. or the person we can’t ever have, don’t we?” Hermione said with a weak smile. “Don’t we all experience just that?”
Draco didn’t say anything despite that he was agreeing with all the morsel of his body.
Hermione’s brown eyes were kept on him, awaiting for his answer.
“Draco? Have you never experienced that?” Hermione asked him with a gentle smile. “Falling deeply, madly – insanely – in love with a person you can’t ever have?”
She looked back at him with expectant eyes, desiring his answer and curious beyond her wit for his answer.
It took him a moment to answer and Hermione thought she had to repeat herself again.
“No.” Draco quietly lied right up at her face and discreetly avoiding her gaze.
“Really?”
“We don’t all experience everything.” Draco answered. “I guess I’d come to face the rest of my life without knowing how that one feels like.”
“Well it’s not entirely a nice feeling at all if that could be of any consolation.” Hermione pointed out.
“We don’t always get what we want, Hermione.”
“Well, you almost had everything that you wanted – you’re a Malfoy after all.”
Draco squeezed her right in his arms.
If only she knew.
“How can you still tell such jokes when you’re already in some sort of inevitable predicament?”
“Inevitable predicament.” Hermione repeated with another chuckle. “Wow Malfoy, such big words.”
“Hey.” Draco said pinching the bridge of her nose. “I had always been intelligent – if you must know, I’ve always come second into that Know-It-All head of yours-“
“Second.” Hermione said with a proud smirk over her face. “You’ve always ended up second to all my grades. Let that word sink in for all eternity.”
Draco pinched her nose again.
And then Hermione’s laughter slowly died.

He looked back at her.
“But I guess that doesn’t get me anywhere, does it?” she asked him with a sad tone this time.
“My secondary arse will save yours.” Draco proudly said. “So you don’t have to worry about it.”
“You can’t save the world.” Hermione said. “Not this time, Draco.”
“We only need to find where all those objects belong.. or where they are.”
“I’m quite sure even that secondary head of yours will figure out that it’s impossible to save me any longer. But you can still save Severus.”
Draco looked back at her and opened his mouth to say something when they both heard something outside at the back of the shop.
“We should go.” Draco said. “I really only needed to see you. You should go back to them.” Draco said standing up and helping her up back to her feet from their tightened space at the corner of the room.
Hermione suddenly flung her arms around his neck and without second-thoughts, cried right at him.
“Please save him.” Hermione begged. “He may not be completely innocent but he does not deserve to end that way – he doesn’t – Draco, he did his best to save my life, to protect me – he did what was due of him but it were the circumstances that came with it that became.. that became..”
“Hermione-“
“I’ve been insensitive and selfish and everything you can think of –“ she sobbed harder in his arms. “And that’s – that’s exactly what led for Harry to be this way – it’s all my fault – I should have been, I should have known, I should have seen – felt – that something was wrong with him, something within was destroying him-“
“I won’t let it destroy you.” Draco firmly said. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Draco, I wouldn’t let you hurt Harry either.” Hermione quietly said. “He may not be himself – and may never be – but I will always love him, there will always be a place for him in me. I only ask you save Severus-“
“Hermione, we can’t change what the Wizengamot has for him until we find enough evidence-“
“Please, please..” Hermione cried. “Please…. Please save him Draco.. “
He looked back at her as helpless and hopeless as she was.
He knew the impossibility of that task unless he finds some evidence that would come out of the littlest bit of hours they have.
Another movement from outside made the both of them look back at the narrowed door of the room.
“Come, we need to go.” Draco said taking hold of her hand. “We’ll need all the miracle that we need ‘Mione but I’m not giving up on you, do you get that?”
“I know you won’t-“
“No, look at me.” Draco said holding her to him and making her stare back up at him. “Look at me.”
Hermione’s brown and tear-strained eyes looked up at him.
He moved his fingers under her eyes to wipe away all the tears that were still there.
“We still have time. I still have time to do something.. You have go to trust me, okay?”
“Draco-“
“Promise me that you trust me.” Draco whispered taking a firm hold of her. “Tell me you trust me, ‘Mione.. I will get you out of this, alright You hear me? I will get you out of this. Do you understand?”
“Draco-“
“Do you trust me?”
“Draco-“
“I asked you.”
“I trust you.” Hermione honestly answered, nodding vigorously. “I trust you completely.”
“Promise me.” Draco whispered. “Promise me that you would –“
“I trust you with my life.” Hermione said embracing him tightly. “I trust you with my life, Draco Malfoy.”
They looked at one another at the small space and Hermione could swear that he saw that firm determination mixed with fear in Draco’s eyes – that same one she had seen so many years ago in that library.
“Draco-“
“Hermione, we can’t save them both. And when the time comes, tell me – who will you save?”
“What do you mean-“
“We both know this isn’t going to end well – and one way or another you’d come to make some sort of decision – tell me, who will you choose? Severus? Or Potter?”
Hermione’s eyes turned into narrow slits as she tried to understand what Draco was trying to tell her.
“I don’t understand-“
“We can’t save all the heroes of this war, Hermione.” Draco explained to her holding her hand tightly. “Who will you save when the time comes?”
Hermione opened her mouth, confused than ever.
“I couldn’t.. I don’t..” Hermione stuttered and struggled to answer him.

Draco opened his mouth to say something but out of the blue something loud exploded just right outside their doorway and the small door was blasted into pieces.
He quickly covered her and grabbed her down over the floor as he whipped his wand out for a quick Shield Charm for the both of them.
It barely made its full potential but he managed to shield her from the debris but had reached the impact of the external force that blew them away.
They coughed under the powerful surge of magic from the outside.
Before he could comprehend the situation, he heard Hermione wail in pain as someone had crossed the room.
Voices could also be heard.
Draco tried to get up but something painful had been pointed at the back of his head.
He remained still in his painful form over the floor with his facedown.
“Nope, nope, don’t get up, you’re already fucking hurt as it is – you wouldn’t want more injuries. And if you try to get up, I’m going to blast those secondary brains out of your head.”
“You let her go and leave her be, Potter.” Draco said through gritted teeth as he felt Harry painfully step over him to pass through back to the door.
“No.” Harry casually said. “Shopping’s over. My bride to be is coming home with me right now.”
Draco screamed as Harry painfully kicked him at the side of his torso.
His visions blurred but he could see Harry painfully dragging a struggling Hermione in his arms.
“Draco – Harry, no please-“ Hermione cried as Harry dragged her and she kept on pulling herself away from him.
He let her go after she scratched the side of his face with a sudden attack.
He stared back at her with angry eyes and a wand still pointed at Draco.
She tried to get to the other man over the floor but Harry threatened her with his wand.
“We’re going home and I mean NOW, Hermione.” Harry said with a crazed look over his eyes.
“You monster –“ Hermione cried at him. “Harry, you’re being-“
“We can do this the hard way.” Harry pointed his wand directly over Draco’s head. “Or the easy way, ‘Mione.”
Hermione looked up at him, unmoved by his threat.
He closed his eyes as his patience ran out.
“Alright, I can be amended.” Harry said losing it as he moved forward and placed his arms painfully and tightly around Hermione’s waist and began dragging her out of the small corner and out and back into the shop.
“Potter!” Draco cried in pain as he tried to get up. “Don’t hurt her! Don’t hurt her!”
He cursed as he struggled to get back up to his feet.
But he didn’t listen nor did he look back.

Wand in his other hand ready to strike at anyone who attempts to stop him as his other hand tightly held Hermione around the waist, dragging her still in her wedding dress.
“Potter!” Draco angrily yelled getting to his feet as he took out his wand. “Potter! You’re making a goddamn mistake – you’re going to regret all of this-“
“Don’t make me.” Harry angrily said.
He suddenly turned around, pointing his wand at Draco and all the while tightly holding a struggling and yelling Hermione in his other hand.
Draco and Harry’s eyes met and there was nothing but murder in the both of them.
“No.” Draco whispered. “ Don’t make me.” Draco said pointing his wand at his face as he took two steps forward with a straight stance.
He threatened him ferociously with his wand as he moved about to block their way.
“Move, Malfoy.” Harry whispered in a low tone. “You can’t save him nor can you pretend to the world that she’s for you to save. You’re not a hero of this war.”
Draco shook his head.
“And are you?” Draco mocked him back as he sharpened his point of his wand at Harry’s face.
He was just about as prepared to do right about anything crazy in the world at that very moment to get Hermione out of harm’s way.
Harry’s emerald eyes glinted as he gripped his wand harder.
“Let Hermione go.” Draco quietly demanded of him.
“This isn’t your battle, Malfoy.” Harry said. “Don’t make me do something you would regret.”
Draco stood still, unmoving and without a trace of fear in his handsome face.
“I’ll ask you one last time.” Harry whispered aiming his wand directly over his chest. “Move, Malfoy.”
Hermione stopped yelling and had stared up at Draco knowing what was about to happen.
Her brown eyes wildly looked back at Harry in great alarm.
“Harry, please..” her voice begged him but Harry was full of hatred enough to block any other thought at the moment.
A look of resignation appeared over Harry’s face.
Draco stared back and he knew what was about to happen.
Hermione tried to reach for Harry’s hand and for a very split moment, Draco saw a momentary mixture of fear and regret appear in Harry’s eyes – the innocence in it completely leaving him forever as these expressions left him.
Draco gripped his hand tighter in his hand, blood tensed and heart beat fast as Harry tilted his hand over the side as if a gesture of regret of what he was about to do.
“Malfoy…” Harry heavily said.
“Potter…” Draco heavily whispered staring fully at him with the same aim of his wand.
Harry remained motionless and emotionless for that moment he called his name – it was as if he was no longer there, like he no longer felt Hermione in his hand nor heard anything else in the world.
His eyes remained unblinking and blank as if he was watching another reality from another time.
There was a split moment of silence that brought great fear to Hermione at that very moment more than anything else.
Hermione’s eyes widened in realization.
She looked up at Draco who showed no sign of retreat nor fear either.
Hermione looked back at Harry.
Her hand tightened its grip around Harry’s arm that held her painfully.
“Please..” she begged him. “No…”
Her cry and scream of anger and fear echoed all over the small hallway of the shop.
“Avada Kedavra.” Harry whispered without a blink nor remorse in his eyes that reflected the strong green light that erupted from his wand and pelted straight forward.

His eyes moved back and forth onto the words he was reading.
His heart was pumping fast and his bloodstream was tensed.
He breathed heavily, contemplating whether to do it or not as his hands began to slightly shake at what he was about to do.
If he was caught, he would be banned in the place for god-knows how long.
And then there was the fact that he was going to lose a lot of points from his own House and a letter would surely be sent back at the manor – which was the worst of them all – because his father would then find out what he attempted to do.
But he just couldn’t let the opportunity go – not when he was so close to the answer he knew was desperately needed at this most drastic of times at the castle.
Fear had already taken over the castle and was consuming each individual within the walls – spreading panic all over.
And at that very moment, he had the answer in his very hands that would right all the wrongs that had been.
He was a jerk and an abominable being as he already knew it himself, but he wasn’t a murderer and he definitely didn’t want anyone to actually die in this incident.
The goal was to open the chamber and spread fear amongst the people in the castle – but actually killing or knowing that someone could actually die this time around – wasn’t something he want to remain embedded in his conscience.
Not when he could prevent it.
Not when he had the answer in his very hands that could save lives – that could save her life.
He then came to a decision that he wasn’t sure of but felt incredibly right at that very moment.
“I’ll be damned.” Draco muttered as he closed his eyes and came onto the final decision that he would help them even if it meant sacrificing a lot of things in his part.
If he succeeds, he could save them despite that he wouldn’t be named a hero of this little event and Harry would claim the title and right for it.
But fuck that.

He didn’t care if he was a hero or not.
He doesn’t really care if he becomes a hero of this war in the future.
But if he doesn’t succeed in his little plan of rescue and found out, his father would never forgive him.
Lucius Malfoy would probably disown his own son, his only heir.
To hell with all of it.
Draco heavily breathed and pocketed the ripped page of a book back into his pocket after comparing its content with the open book in his hand.

“Mr. Malfoy!” yelled a strict-sounding voice.
Draco opened his eyes in alarm and panic.
“Mr. Malfoy!” called the voice again and he heard hurried footsteps. “What are you doing?”
Draco’s heart drummed fast and panic and fear were consuming him all over.
He could feel his knees getting weak at the sound of her every footstep towards him.
He knew it.
He was going to get into trouble for doing this and now things would escalate as fast as he could say Quidditch.
They would all be damned now.
“What are you doing?” she repeated as she reached him and forcing him to face him.
Madam Pince was staring back at him with question in her eyes.
Draco slowly looked up with his hand over the stack of books on the table.
The librarian’s face turned to him, at the stack of books and back at him.
“I asked you a question, Mr. Malfoy.” she said with obvious annoyance in her tone. “It’s nearly midnight. Do you have permission to be here at the Restricted Section?”
“No.” Draco simply replied. “I was just about to borrow these-“
“You know you can’t borrow books from this section.” she said quickly taking the stack away from his hands. “And you know you aren’t even allowed in this section of the library without permission most especially at this hour and in times like this.”
Draco nodded coherently back at her trying to make sure that she does not see his hand that he was drawing out of his pocket.
Her eyes fell over the first book out of the stack.
It was a book on dragons and their blood uses.
Her eyes narrowed at him.
“Light reading?” she asked him.
“I was just – I thought maybe..” but his voice was trailing off knowing he wasn’t that used to lying – not yet anyway.
Her eyes narrowed down to the second and third selections.
The second was about extraordinary plants and how to grow them specifically and the third was a book about various of rare beasts and how to catch them.
Her eyes narrowed further as she just held them at her side, staring at Draco and his taste for books.
“You have to go back to your dormitory, Mr. Malfoy.” she said with warning in her voice. “I will not take points off from you but you have to promise me that you’re going straight back?”
“Yes.” Draco said, eyes lit up at the thought that he wasn’t caught and that he wasn’t even to lose points.
“But I will report this to professor Snape, yes?”
The smile from his face faltered but he nodded anyway.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking – I was doing some research and I thought – I’m really sorry.”
“Never mind.” the woman said. “Your mother used to do this a lot as well. Ms Black she was back then – and I always just catch her reading things way ahead of her time – perhaps it runs in the genes.”
Draco nodded at her, agreeing with whatever he had to agree to in order to get away already.
“I need to close down the library. I will ask Mr. Filch to accompany you back to your-“
“I’m fine.” Draco said as he straightened up and ready to leave. “I promise I’ll go straight to my dormitory.”
She looked suspicious but she nodded at him.
“Best you go back boy.” she said carrying the stack of books. “In this night and times, we don’t know who to trust and who to be scared from. If these attacks doesn’t stop soon, we are likely to close down the school.”
Draco has heard of that news straight from his father.
Hogwarts was doomed to close down if the attacks doesn’t really stop soon.
And he didn’t want that.
Hogwarts has always made him feel home more than the manor.
He couldn’t let that happen.
He couldn’t let her die.
“Run along now, Mr. Malfoy.” Madam Pince said turning away from him.
“Yes, thank you.” Draco quietly said and waited for her to disappear.
He waited when he was sure she was back in her small office at the back of the library and he did make a run for it.
But not back to the Slytherin Common Room.
No.
With a gleam of triumph in his eyes and thought that he was successful to put the book at the very end of the stacks that Madam Pince didn’t notice when she took them from him, he thought of nothing but the chance to do the right thing – even for once.

He pulled the parchment from his pocket.
It was the ripped page from another book that has been crumpled badly through time.
He had been carrying it all year long everywhere he went throughout the school year with a heavy heart and confused mind on what to do with it.
It was something he had stolen back in the summer when he went to Diagon Alley with his father.
And since then, he had carried it along with him – waiting for the precise moment to present itself in order to help him decide if he should do the right thing or not.
He had been contemplating for the longest hour as he compared the page to the paragraph in the book he had been reading back in the library.
It was the answer that will save them all.
It would give Harry Potter everything he needed to know about the Chamber of Secrets.
Clutched in his hands in the inside of his pockets, Draco Malfoy made a run for his life towards the Hospital Wing to ensure that the right answers would be found by the right people to save them all just at the right time.
So they could save her.
He best hope that he wasn’t too late yet.
As his footsteps echoed down the halls, he became more uncaring if someone sees him or hears him.
For all his thoughts were to make it as fast as he could at the Hospital Wing to leave behind the trail and answer to all the questions that could save Hogwarts and those who dwell within.
He knew that he couldn’t save the world but he best hoped that atleast there was one he could in the world that was to come into war in the later future he knew was coming.
He didn’t care if Harry Potter would get the credit for all of it.
He doesn’t want to be a hero anyway.
Not of this event nor of any war of the future that his father told him would come to arrive soon.
He only wanted to save one life and one life alone while he can.
He ran as fast as he could, tears threatening to leak down at the side of his face as he made his way in desperate hopes and attempt that Harry Potter and Ron Weasley will quickly find the answer they so desperately need to save all those who had been Petrified.
To save Hermione Granger.
His Hermione Granger.
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