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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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Damn it, damn it, damn it all to Hades!
Why did he have to go and do something stupid like that? What was wrong with him? Kissing Granger was NOT going to make this screwed up mess any better. He had to keep his doltish hormones in check until he could find a hot cunt to fuck, and that was not going to be for a while.
You can do this, he thought. You've gone longer than this without lowering yourself to scum like her.
Except that she wasn't scum. Even saying the words in his head felt wrong. Draco was finding it harder and harder to remember why he hated the damn witch so much when at every turn she was surprising him. Coming to his rescue after he'd done a bunk on her, saving him from that cell when she could have easily left him there to rot (and he wouldn't have blamed her if she had). It didn't help that she'd grown since their years together at Hogwarts, filling her new dress with that pert little body, that coquette look in her eyes when she glanced his way. Had she bewitched him somehow?
And that kiss…damn, that kiss. He'd never gotten so hard off such a simple act. But the way she'd moved against him, that supple body pressed against his, her sweet mouth opening to him…
Which led to an even bigger issue. She had kissed him back. She should have shoved him away, slapped him, told him off for his audacity. But she didn't. Hermione Granger had kissed him back.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! he chanted furiously as he strode towards the dumb little cottage with its dumb little door and the dumb little flowers the blonde witch must have planted. He needed to calm himself. He didn't want to give away to the others that his insides were twisting themselves uncomfortably.
He took a deep breath and thought disgusting thoughts to help lower his raging member who didn't seem inclined to do anything of the sort. All he could think about were pouty, sexy lips moving against his own and the way she had pressed against him, wanting him as much as he had wanted her...
He groaned down at his aching member. Damn Granger! Why did she have to go and do this to him, fuck with his already fucked up head? Why couldn't she be as repulsive as she was supposed to be so they could just get through this damn mess and back home without Draco losing his mind in the process?
Tucking and adjusting himself into some semblance of order he cursed the stupid hose which revealed much more than his robes would have. What he wouldn't give to burn the whole damn outfit he was wearing. This whole business was a crock.
Fuming, Draco threw open the door of the cabin harsher than he'd intended and scowled at the three witches looking at him from the table piled with heaps of papers and books. Granger looked straight away without making eye contact and peered back at a map on the table that they were all bent over.
Look, see. She was Granger again, not some wanton seductress. Back to normal.
Milo caught his eye and cocked his head to the door behind him, implying that they should go back outside. Draco nearly groaned, hoping he was not about to get a lecture for kissing the Mud-well, Granger. Dammit…
Dragging his feet he followed the older, dark haired man back out into the freezing night while the women continued to murmur over the map.
"Did you two have a contention?" Milo asked softly, folding his arms over his chest.
"Something like that," Draco muttered. "Not that it's strictly out of character for us. We're not exactly bosom buddies back in our time."
The man looked at him for a long moment as if he could read his thoughts and Draco wondered idly whether he should practice his Occlumency.
"I don't know what is going on between the two of you, but it would be in your best interests if you lay to rest your antagonism. You're in for a long battle. I'm not just talking about the journey to Mistress Eynon's. Your fate is much greater than you have ever imagined, Draco Malfoy."
Draco didn't like the cryptic message any more than he liked the look in Milo's eye as he'd said it. Dread filled his stomach. "What do you mean by that?"
Milo shook his head morosely. "You'll find out soon enough. Listen to your instincts, they will steer you right in the end. I know your path has not been an easy one, but it will get much harder before the end of all this. You have allowed others to greatly influence your decisions thus far; it is time for you to forge your own path now."
Draco eyed his companion warily. How did this man know so much about him? And how did he know exactly what to say to get underneath his skin?
Milo cleared his throat and adjusted the belt around his waist. "That be not the only reason I called you away from the women."
Draco scoffed. "Something more than your dire warning about my life about to get even more difficult than it already is? Alright. Bring it on, I suppose."
Milo narrowed his eyes seriously. "You need to know what's out there. There are, things...that you may not know about."
What was with his use of the word 'things?' Why did these people find it necessary to be so damn ambiguous all the time? Just get to the bloody point!
"There are people out there…who don't want you to be here. People who will go to any means to get rid of you. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"People out there want to kill me. Noted. Nothing more than what I'm used to back home."
"These villains are nothing like you ones you have faced before. You are not home anymore, Draco. Our world is very different from the one you grew up in. There are those who want you dead simply for the very blood that runs through your body."
Draco felt an unpleasant jolt as he was reminded harshly that it was exactly that reason he'd nearly murdered Granger the other day. Was it karma that he would now be hunted for the very same reason?
"Right, got it. Watch my back."
"Yes, very carefully. Trust no one but Hermione and members of The Eripio. Tell no one of your secret. Lie low. You will only be going through one town but remember, keep your head down. If you come across anyone, pretend you are a farmer's son. Do not look at anyone too closely and speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I got it, I'm not a bloody first year. I've fought more than enough battles, I think I can manage a trek cross-country," Draco drawled.
"Do not disregard my words, Draco!" Milo said, for the first time raising his voice, his expression hard. "There are evils out there that you do not understand! The Trackers have powers you know not of, powers that no one should have and they will do anything, anything to find their next prey. Heed me. Keep Hermione safe, she is vital in this war, more-so than she'll even imagine."
Draco eyed him. The message about Granger jarred him. All this talk about the war and their role in it, and now he was supposed to guard Granger's arse because she was somehow important? Even though he'd been tasked to murder her? Bloody great.
"I don't think you understand," Draco said slowly. "Gra-Hermione and I…see, we're not exactly…allies…"
Milo was quiet for a moment. "You two were brought here for a reason. It was no accident that you happened here together. Everything you two have been through has brought you to this place. You owe your former life nothing, your future is everything. Set your sights forward, not behind."
Draco scrubbed his face and linked his hands behind his neck, confused and annoyed. He didn't like what Milo was saying to him, didn't like that it seemed to match his own emotions, the ones he hid deep within himself, only taking them out at the wee hours of the morning when he stared at the lonely moon, wishing his life could be different, knowing there was…something more out there for him.
"Why don't we step in out of the chill and try your hand at some magic," Milo suggested at Draco's torn expression. More than happy to leave Milo's wrenching words in the cold, Draco followed him inside where the women were still deep in conversation about their upcoming expedition.
"Now, when it comes to wandless magic it takes more concentration than simply waving your wand and saying the words. You have to feel the power move through you, you have to pull it out and direct it where you desire.
Draco quirked his brow at the older man. "I've had more than enough professors, thanks. I think I can handle it."
"Then show me. Bring me that vial over there, that blue one," Milo said, pointing to the long table filled to overflowing with items. Draco scanned the packed table, but he saw no blue vial.
"Which one?" he asked. Milo smiled. With a wave of his hand he had summoned a vial from the page of an open book on the table. Draco hadn't even seen it.
"You must be keener, more observant. Now, summon that quill."
Draco understood he was being tested. He needed to see everything, not just what was in front of him. Alright, he could do that. He looked at the table, trying to see things other than the obvious. There! The tip barely poked out between the pages of a book. Grinning to himself he lifted his arm and concentrated on bringing the quill to him.
"Acc-"
"No words, Draco. Call it forth with your mind."
Draco scowled. They wanted him to be wandless and wordless?
Concentrating once more, Draco furrowed his brow and attempted to summon the quill.
It didn't budge. Milo tutted.
Straightening himself, he concentrated harder, seeing in his mind's eye the quill flying out of the book and into his hand as Professor McGonagall had instructed at the end of their last year. Accio quill!
The quill flew out and into his outstretched hand and Draco grinned as he had the first time he'd made that stupid feather float in his first year. Of course Granger had beaten him to it…
"Good! That's it. Now, what about that red flower?"
Red flower? He looked and looked, but he couldn't see any blasted red flower. Open your mind, you're a bloody Malfoy! Draco swept his gaze over the room again. Aha! There, on a square of the quilt. He steadied himself once more and brought forth an image of the flower coming right at him. Accio red flower! This time, the flower materialized and flew straight into his palm.
"Exemplary! Now what about that black box?" Alright. He looked in crevices, nooks and crannies, in open books, underneath sheaths of parchment but he couldn't find it anywhere. Chuckling, Milo reached out onto the mantle next to him and grabbed the black box on top of it, displayed between two vases.
"Never underestimate the importance of details, my friend, but sometimes the answers," he said nodding across the room. "Are right in front of you."
Following his gaze, Draco saw Granger still bent over the map listening to Sari describe something. Feeling his eyes she glanced over at him. Realizing he was staring at her she quickly looked away, blushing madly. Mesmerized, Draco couldn't. His eyes were glued to her. How had he never realized how exceedingly beautiful she was? With the candle light flickering in her long, wavy hair she looked so soft and womanly. He was shocked by how much he wanted to bury his face in her hair and just smell that scent that was all Granger, to press his lips against her neck and feel her tremble beneath him as he placed hot kisses there.
Draco heard another chuckle and looked at Milo who was smiling at him knowingly. Embarrassed, Draco turned away. He was more than fed up with the ideas this man was putting in his head. What was it this man knew that Draco didn't?
Milo handed him the black box. "Go on, open it."
Draco took the black box from him. It was heavy and a warm tingling met his hands as he held it. There was something exceptionally magical within. Flipping the latch he balanced the box with one hand to open the lid with the other. Inside lay a dark green stone. It was smooth with specks of black and gold peppered over the surface. When he lifted it, the stone was warm, as if it had been sitting in the sun.
"It's a Guardian Stone. Every member of the Eripio has one. Show this to Alvida Eynon and she will know you are someone she can trust."
"Alright. How will we get it back to you after, you know, since we'll be leaving and everything?"
"It is yours. You and Hermione are one of us. You are protectors now."
Draco snorted derisively. "Trust me, I'm anything but."
"Your actions before this night are in the past. It is how you chose to move forward that matters. Do not underestimate yourself, Draco."
Once again, the man made Draco feel uneasy. This man who had died 700 years before Draco was even born had no idea the things he had done, the horrible, unforgivable…
"Milo? Will you ready the horses?" Sari asked from across the room, shaking Draco from his thoughts. The women were apparently finished with their plans and ready to move on to the next task.
"Of course." Milo strode over to his wife and kissed her softly on the lips, the two of them melting together at the contact. Draco glanced at Granger remembering the way she had turned to putty in his embrace. She met his gaze briefly, a look of longing in her dark eyes, before turning away, folding the map before her and tucking it into the pocket of her dress, staring fixedly away from the engaged couple. Milo whispered something in Sari's ear that made her smile then left the three of them to stare at each other.
"Well," Sari began, smoothing her dress with an embarrassed smile. "Why don't you two work on some spells while I gather a few things together?"
Hermione nodded and turned to Draco, pointedly not meeting his eye.
"I saw you doing a few spells earlier..." she said awkwardly, twisting her hands in a nervous motion. "It was good...good."
Draco shrugged sheepishly, as uncomfortable as she at their situation. "It wasn't anything difficult, just a Summoning Spell. Why don't you try?"
He watched as she stood, took a deep breath, and focused on something over his right shoulder. He heard something whiz passed his ear and ducked. Hermione grinned as she caught a plate in her hands. "Twitchy, ferret?"
Draco scowled, remembering that day when Professor Moody had bewitched him into a ferret and bounced him off the ceiling and floor. He'd had nightmares about the little rodents for months...
His scowl only seemed to make her laugh more. The plate zoomed back past his head and onto the table where it had resided.
"Now it's your turn, put out that candle," Hermione said.
They went on this way for a quarter of an hour, the spells gradually getting more difficult. They both struggled with spells involving cursing each other, however, a fact that Draco found unsettling.
When Milo stuck his head in to announce the horses were ready, they both looked at each other.
"Well, I guess this is it," Draco said. Hermione nodded and hurried outside to where Milo was waiting.
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Hermione hugged herself against the cold as she trudged behind Milo to the stables beyond the cottage. They had to walk a short distance and it was done in silence, no one wanting to say the first word. The two horses were waiting patiently outside the stable pawing the ground and snorting. The mist from their nostrils rose up in white waves, curling towards the deep blue sky dotted with stars. The night had been immeasurably long. Just a few hours ago they had been sitting in dungeon cells waiting to die and now they were about to leave these wonderful people on a quest to find a witch that she had read about and envied.
Sari draped a heavy cloak around her shoulders. "It gets cold out there," she said softly, a sad look in her eye.
"Thank you," Hermione replied smiling up at her. It would be hard to say good-bye to her after all she had done for them. But she knew she had to. They had a long journey and they needed all the time on the road they could get.
Milo finished fastening a leather satchel onto the dark brown mare before he handed Malfoy his own cloak. "We've packed you some things," he explained. "Food, a couple of tools, some essentials..."
"That was very kind of you, thank you," Hermione said standing on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. He smiled at her and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"I am sorry our time together had to be so brief. We will miss you both. You will do extraordinary things. Be happy."
Even though she knew she'd only known them for a few hours, Hermione's eyes filled up with tears. "I'm very grateful to you both. Thank you for everything."
Sari stepped up and hugged her close. "Be safe, Hermione. I will pray to the gods that your journey will be swift and fortuitous. Trust in each other. You are stronger than you imagine"
"Have the either of you ever ridden a horse?" Milo asked, cutting into their emotional farewell.
Hermione nodded. She'd ridden nearly every summer with her mother at a stable near her home. She stepped up to the brown mare and petted her neck fondly. She turned to Malfoy and for the first time noticed his expression. It was one of utter dread.
"We're supposed to ride those beasts?"
"Have you never seen a horse before, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, a smile creeping its way up her cheeks. She remembered from Care of Magical Creatures class that he had never been keen on animals of any kind; it seemed this stretched to horses as well.
"Well, not in person, I can't say there were many romping around the manor," he said surly.
"Maybe you should ride with me, then," Hermione suggested hesitantly. She didn't really want him so close to her, not after what had happened, but she knew it would be faster and easier if she didn't have to worry about him being bucked off at any moment.
He looked at her scathingly. "I've been riding brooms since I could walk, I think I can manage a beast."
"Malfoy, they are very different-" she began but he had already stepped up to the black stallion. Shrugging, Hermione turned to her own horse and swung easily into the rough leather saddle. It was extremely different from the one she was used to so she took a minute to adjust herself, realizing quickly that her difficulty came from the fact that this was a side saddle. Sighing, she readjusted. It was definitely not her preferred method of riding, but they would not the taking the animals far.
Hermione looked up when she heard a muffled grunt. She snorted. Malfoy was still attempting to get on top of the black stallion. He was half draped over the beast trying to swing his leg over it and onto the other side. The horse, not appreciating this new method of mounting, was turning in circles attempting to dislodge his inept rider as Milo endeavored to calm the poor creature while Sari shouted instructions at Malfoy.
Suddenly, Malfoy swung up his leg and accidentely kicked the horse in the side who bucked in anger. He fell off the horse and landed forcefully on his back cursing while Milo rushed forward to calm the animal.
Hermione chuckled in amusement. Serves the bastard right. Malfoy glared angrily at her.
"Are you sure-"
"Do-not-start-Granger," Malfoy growled.
She shrugged. If he didn't want her help, it was no skin off hers. So she sat by and watched with amusement as Milo instructed him on how to get on the horse and gave him pointers as to how to ride. Eventually, Malfoy struggled his way to a seated position, his horse looking less than pleased with the proceedings.
Sari smiled up at Hermione who returned it.
"I can't thank you enough-"
"You already have. We were more than happy to assist you. We have been waiting our entire lives for this day to come. I only wish it wasn't over so soon. I wish you all the good fortune in the world, Hermione."
She reached one hand down and clasped it with Sari's. "You too. It's hard to believe that when I go home you'll have been dead for hundreds of years."
Sari laughed. "Oh, don't you worry. I have many happy years ahead of me yet."
"Come Sari, these two need to be on their way," Milo interrupted gently.
Sparing each other one last fond smile, Hermione released her hand and turned her horse toward the trail they were to take.
"You remember the way?" Milo asked.
"Yes," Hermione said. "Besides, I have the map you snuck into the bag in case I get lost."
Milo grinned. "Alright then. Safe journey to you both."
Hermione turned her steed and plunged into the wide path forged through the woods. They would follow this path through the small thicket to the fields behind them. From there they would head south-west until they came to a large forest. There, they would lose the horses and go forth on foot. They would keep south-south-west through the woods until they came to the town on the other side. After going through the town they would come to the River Thames and rent a small skiff and follow the river to a bend where they would get off and walk east, following a road until they saw a small path leading off of it. Her house would be at the end.
Hermione knew where they were going and how they were going to get there, but still she couldn't shake the nervousness that plagued her. She kept glancing back to make sure Malfoy was following her. He was, but at a somewhat slower pace. He kept adjusting and sliding from side to side, unable to hold his seat. Hermione clucked her horse into a trot, grinning to herself when he cursed.
It didn't take long to reach the end of the copse and they emerged into the moon drenched fields beyond. She couldn't yet see the forest on the other side of the rolling hills of muted green, but she knew by glancing at the stars that she was going the right way. She realized by her gaze that the sky was lightening. She was hoping to reach the forest before morning broke, she felt vulnerable in this open country.
They continued to ride in silence, Hermione constantly checking on Malfoy. He slowly seemed to adjust to the rhythm of the horse and stopped sliding around as much but he didn't appear to be enjoying himself. This brought her a little pleasure as she remembered the way he had thrown her off of him when he had kissed her.
Her gut still twisted every time she thought of that. She was so embarrassed about the way she had reacted. She had obviously read him wrong. He didn't want her. Of course he didn't want her. And she shouldn't want him.
But she did. He had made her feel so...warm and...sexy when he'd plundered her mouth as if he were dying of thirst and she was his first drink of water. She'd never felt so…wanted before. And she had quickly realized how desperately she wanted to feel wanted. She longed for someone to need her so intensely that they couldn't control themselves, that they became completely unhinged by her presence. Someone who-
Pop!
Hermione yanked on the reins to stop the horse, her heart pounding in her chest.
Her breath hitched and she was terrified to look behind her, hoping she was wrong. She looked back at Malfoy who was attempting to slow his horse as well and she nearly sighed in relief. He hadn't left her again.
But that meant…
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Hermione looked around her, her senses on high alert. There were men, cloaked in black, forming a semi-circle just behind them, blocking their way back towards Sari and Milo's, towards safety. Hermione's heart caught in her throat as she realized who these men were. The Trackers! But how had they found them?
"Ride, Malfoy!" Hermione screamed at him as he, too, realized what was happening. "Hurry!"
Hermione snapped the reins and dug her heels into her horse. Glancing back behind her she saw Malfoy bouncing on his wild horse trying to keep up with her. She cursed, wishing he had sucked up his damn pride and ridden with her.
Pop! Pop!
Men were chasing them, surrounding them, spells flying around their heads. Hermione focused on one. Stupefy! she thought and he fell.
There was yelling, more men were rushing towards them. Hermione waved her arm and men flew back, away from the horses, crying out at the power of her spell. She heard a strangled yell and watched in horror as a bright blue light hit Malfoy in the chest and he was thrown from the horse to the ground.
"No!" she screamed. Reining her horse around, she galloped to his side and threw herself off the horse, her dress tangling in the saddle. She fell sideways to the ground with a jarring thud next to a moaning Malfoy. She swung her arms again in rage and panic at the men swarming towards them. They fell back once more, giving Hermione the time to turn to Malfoy, attempting to rouse him.
"Come on, Malfoy, please," she begged shakily, trying to heave him to his feet, but the Impediment Jinx was still in effect and his heavy body flopped uselessly.
She Stunned two more men rushing at them before turning to Malfoy, Levitating him to her waiting horse. She draped him on his stomach across the animal while he groaned in pain. A green light whizzed past her head and Hermione turned to her attacker, knocking him back even as another one rose and took his place. Oh, gods they were never going to get out of this alive!
"Please wake up, Malfoy," she begged hysterically. "I need you-"
She ducked as another spell came from her right and she swung around.
Petrificus totalis! she screamed mentally at a man rushing them, his arms and legs snapping together. Hermione launched into action before the man even hit the ground.
Wrapping one hand around the reins she slapped the horse to get it into motion. She ran with the animal to get momentum, then, using one hand on the reins and one hand on Malfoy's back to keep him in place, she swung up onto the horse, the skirts proving difficult once more. She fought to keep ahold of the animal while she tried to adjust herself so she wouldn't fall off, the saddle working against her, but she knew she could ride faster with one leg on either side.
One hand on Malfoy, she snapped the reins harshly, calling out to the horse and urging her forward. She pounded along the ground, flying between spells, leaning low for momentum, feeling Malfoy stir dazedly.
Hermione shrieked as someone grabbed her ankle and she kicked out, hitting the man in the face causing him to fall backwards. Duro! she hurled at another man coming from the right of them. He turned to stone, forever frozen in his running stance.
Wishing Malfoy would wake, Hermione cried out as a Stinging Hex hit her in the back, slipping slightly, tightening her grip against the bitter pain. She dug her heels harder into the beast to speed it up. The forest loomed ahead but it seemed so far...
Malfoy finally moved to sit up but she shoved him back down. "Stay down, you'll unbalance us!" she cried.
"I can't see anything-"
Suddenly a man Apparated right in front of the horse. Hermione gasped in fear and pulled quickly on the reins to keep them from plowing into him. The horse screamed in anger to her rough treatment and went up on her hind legs, her fore legs striking the air and consequently, the man in their path. Hermione's arms cried out in pain and she yelled from her effort to keep them seated. She fought to control the terrified animal leaning forward with all her strength and urging the horse back down, pummeling the man on the ground who cried out and then fell silent with a sickening crack.
Swallowing back bile, Hermione snapped the reins and the horse took off again, but not fast enough. A spell came from her left and hit her before she could duck. The brute force of the painful spell made her careen to the right. Her heart flew to her throat with the knowledge that she would fall off the horse and probably get trampled, but she never fell. Malfoy's arm shot out and grabbed her. He grunted with the exertion it took to pull her back into the saddle. She felt helpless, unable to use any body part to keep her steady while Malfoy's single grip kept her from falling off.
"I've got you!" Malfoy screamed, grabbing her with both of his arms to hold her in her awkward half-off position. Terror seized her completely useless body. "Hold on, Granger!"
When she felt sensation return to her body she scrambled for Malfoy's hand and he yanked her back into place with a yell, keeping a grip on her even as she caught up the reins once more, cracking them against the beast who whinnied in compliance, putting on an extra spurt of speed. Keeping one hand on Malfoy to keep him in place, she laid low onto the horse's neck and rode as she had never rode before.
Turning her head this way and that she set one man on fire, froze another, and Stunned several more while Malfoy took out the ones he could see with his limited vision. The forest was dead ahead, so close she could almost taste it when the horse beneath her was hit with a spell and her legs snapped together, bound by rope. The animal fell, taking a screaming Hermione and Malfoy with her. Hermione hit the ground, rolling with Malfoy in her embrace to keep them from being caught under the horse.
The impact jarred her bones and stole the breath from her lungs. Dazed, Hermione groaned in pain but Malfoy leapt to his feet, reaching down to yank her up, dragging her forward while taking out the attacker who had ensnared the horse. The two teens flew towards the forest pulling each other to the semi-safety of the trees.
Malfoy dragged her behind a massive tree and threw her to the ground when a spell came flying at them. With a wave of his hand silence ensued but for their gasping breaths. Hermione rose shakily to her feet using the trunk of the tree for support as she struggled for air, taking in the scene behind them. The field was littered with men, all immobile with different curses.
Malfoy had one hand braced against the tree gulping in the freezing air, similarly taking in the destruction and searching for more danger. When he saw none, he turned to Hermione and raised his brows and she nodded, indicating that she was fine, simply breathless.
Hearing the terrified whinny of the trapped horse, Hermione darted forward, kneeling beside the horrified creature. She unwrapped the horse with a wave of her hand and the animal rose and took off towards the thicket on the other edge of the meadow where the black stallion was already racing towards.
She looked around at the fallen men around her and waved her hand, yanking them all into a pile where she bound them tightly before banishing them to the cell she'd woken in.
Exhausted, Hermione walked back to where Malfoy stood, sinking to her knees in the dirt and closing her eyes. Her lungs burned and her muscles ached. She knew she would be blossoming with bruises soon but she couldn't think of anything except how thirsty she was.
The water! The bags! They had taken off with the horses! She whirled around and rose to her feet. Accio bags! she cried inwardly towards the horses galloping away. She watched as the two satchels flew towards her. She caught them and laughed in relief. She could feel the adrenaline wearing off and her body began turning to jelly.
She sank back to the ground and fumbled in a bag for the cask of water she knew was in there but her hands were shaking too badly to grab on to anything. The bag lifted off her lap and she looked up as Malfoy reached in and drew out the water. He flipped off the cap and handed it to her. Her eyes caught his in gratitude as she went to take it from him, still shaking like a leaf. He didn't let go of the water and instead knelt down and helped her bring it to her lips for a refreshing drink. When she pushed it away he gulped from it as well and put it away.
"You were amazing out there," Malfoy ground out. He was staring at her in a way that made her wholly uncomfortable, his eyes bright with admiration and…something she could place her finger on. She couldn't think of anything to say so she just glanced away, not wanting to see the way he looked at her anymore.
"You came back for me," he said.
"You sound surprised."
"I am."
Her heart filled with pain for him. Had no one ever cared enough to go back for him? Would his father have just left him? His friends? Hermione knew, without a doubt, that someone would have gone back for her; Harry, Ron, any of the Weasley's, her parents...but what would it be like to know that there would be no one to help her should she fall?
"Malfoy-"
"Thank you."
Their faces were too close; she could feel his hot breath against her cheek. Her breath caught as his eyes darkened, his gaze moving to her lips.
Hermione thought, for one fleeting second, that he was going to kiss her again, her heart thudding in her chest at the idea. But instead, he stood up, slung the packs over one shoulder and held out his hand to help her up.
"Come on, dawn is coming. I want to be well hidden in this damnable forest before it does."
Hermione took his hand and allowed him to pull her up. He smiled at her, an actual smile, not a smirk, and they began walking.
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A/N: I know, I know, evil me leaving you with no sexy times, but don't you worry my lovely readers, these two will be getting theirs in due time and trust me, it will be more than worth the wait. I hope you are enjoying their journey for it's about to get intense! Let me know what you think :)
XOXO
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