How Did This Happen?! | By : dracoyoflam Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 6368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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They walked onward through the morning with no unexpected problems halting their progress – only Draco’s injury gave them cause to pause and rest. The sun shone brighter through the trees, the breeze rustling the leaves and making dancing patterns on the forest floor.
“Hermione, we need to stop and rest for a minute, my ankle is killing me.” Draco gasped as he breathed through the pain.
Hermione stopped and sat down on a fallen branch from a nearby tree. “Alright, but we can't stay here long if you want to be in bed at Hogwarts before tonight.”
Draco walked up and slumped down next to Hermione on the fallen branch. A flash of pain shot through his skull like an axe had fallen upon it.
“Hermione... Argg!”
“Draco! Are you ok? What's wrong?” She grabbed his hand not knowing what else to do. Suddenly the pain stopped, he sat there for a moment with the sweat running down his face.
“Draco are you alright?” she asked as he shook in the aftershocks.
He turned slowly to face her, as grey eyes met amber there was a moment of understanding.
He quickly pulled her toward his body, pressing his lips to hers in a rapid, bruising kiss; then he slowed into a more adoring, gentle embrace, with their lips barely brushing against each other – sending little shocks of magic through both their bodies. They moved closer to each other, and the hand that Draco didn’t have around Hermione’s shoulders met with her upper thigh. They angled their heads for a better alignment of their lips and the kiss slowly deepened to allow their tongues to tentatively duel.
Suddenly, rustling bushes and trees in the distance interrupted them; the crackling of leaves rubbing against each other was followed by a very loud squealing sound from the same area.
“What in Merlin’s name was that?” Draco asked, breaking the kiss – his eyes wide as the squealing became louder and closer to them. Hermione stood up, leaving him on the fallen tree branch.
“I don't know,” she answered, “but I think our stop is over. It's probably a good idea to start running, now.”
Yet another loud squealing came through the trees. Draco, with adrenaline flowing through him stood up quickly, suddenly able to ignore the pain as his flight-or-fight reflexes took over. “Yeah, good idea, let's go.”
They started running (though, in Draco’s case, hobbling) as fast as they could through the thick forest. They stopped abruptly when they came to a small open space, trees stood around it like prison bars.
“Which way Hermione?” He looked at her desperately, hoping she knew what to do next. She set her wand on the palm of her hand and spoke clearly, “Point me!”
The wand spun to point North. “Ok, let's go. Follow me Draco!”
She held her hand out with the wand in front of herself, her other hand gripping his and practically dragging him as they continued to run and limp as fast as they possibly could through dense forest. Finally, the trees gradually thinned out into a few sparse saplings in a clearing. They were panting for breath, holding the stitches in their sides and calming down. It seemed like forever-and-a-day before they finally stood still.
Panting hard Hermione looked at Draco and tried to speak but between gasping breaths it was mostly nonsense and broken sentences. “We... lost... whatever... was… squeal”
They tried to listen for any more movement in the distance above the pounding of their hearts, rushing blood and heavy breathing; hearing nothing but the natural rustling of branches in the wind, they sat down in the grass to catch their breath.
Hermione lay back, and turned her head to look at Draco, who’d done the same. “Like I said, I think we lost whatever it was that was back there.”
He laughed, “Thanks for clarifying, I didn't understand what you were talking about just a minute ago.” He sighed, “So, are we getting close to being at Hogwarts yet?” After the rush of adrenaline had abated, the pain in his ankle returned tenfold, he gritted his teeth through the sudden throbbing; it had worsened with their flight.
Hermione sat back up and looked around them. She smiled with a huge grin before standing.
“What is it Hermione?” he groaned, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
“Well, it looks like we're almost there. In fact, if I'm right, which I should be, Hogwarts is just a little bit past these trees, that was the forbidden forest we just dashed through. I think we should keep walking.” She suddenly transformed back into the bossy know-it-all everyone recognized, “Now, if you walk with me, we will be there just before dark, like I said this morning.”
Draco smirked at her as he stood up. “Yep, you're so smart, but I'm faster, even with a bad ankle. I'll race you to the Great Hall!”
“Don’t be stupid! You’ll end up doing more damage that way! I said walk with me!” she huffed, one hand on her hip and the other wagging a finger in his face.
With a huff of acquiescence from Draco and a face of triumph from Hermione, they both set off walking; Draco trying to walk faster to prove to the witch that he could; he gave up the idea after yet another tongue lashing from the witch after she saw him wince.
Within half an hour, they were finally stepping over the Hogwarts threshold.
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They walked side by side through the doors of the Great Hall and came to an immediate halt. What was supposed to be a big room with four long tables and house banners was a mass of shattered windows, torn flags and splintered wood. The enchanted ceiling was a mere view of dull oak beams. They turned to each other in great horror and shock.
“Draco, this is awful! I wonder what happened!? Do you think any students arrived after what happened with the train?” she gasped.
“Well, I haven’t seen anybody yet and I don’t hear anyone.” He mumbled.
Hermione turned and ran out of the Great Hall and up the stairs as fast as she could. She was heading to the Gryffindor common room with Draco behind her, trying to breathe through the pain of running on his injured ankle after her. They got to the door supposedly hidden by the Fat Lady; the frame was broken and thrown to the ground, the fat lady nowhere to be seen.
Draco motioned towards the open door of the common room. Hermione walked in front of Draco, through the portrait hole and into the Common room; tears rolled down her face. The formerly comfortable furniture was a mass of rags, stuffing and charred wood; carpets and rugs were in shreds. The walls had obvious spell burn marks on them. The little tables and desks people had used for their homework were piles of grey ash and charcoal.
The room was ice cold without a fire in the grate or people bustling around.
She started walking up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory. It looked like the room had been subjected to a tornado. Beds were on their sides, the drapery torn and tangled; the small fireplace in the centre of the room had been dragged from its chimney, and thrown into one corner; the wooden floor was charred and scratched and the window was missing, blown out from its frame by the force of whatever had ransacked the room.
‘I’ll be better off in the common room tonight.’ Hermione thought numbly.
The room that had been her home for a fair portion of six years was unrecognizable. She pulled herself together and ran a cleaning spell over her body before transfiguring her T-shirt into pajamas and removing her jeans, shoes, socks and bra. She searched the room for a quilt that hadn’t been ruined beyond repair, shrunk it with her wand and tucked it into the waistband of her pajamas.
Looking into the next dormitory, she found one bed that could be repaired; its curtains were a lost cause. With several spells, the bed was as good as new – its mattress was a mass of tangled springs and stuffing and she discarded it; the bed was shrunk so it would sit in the palm of her hand. Further searching found a mattress, which also became a miniature. Sheets were impossible to locate among the shreds of cloth; and most pillows were piles of feathers and limp cotton bags, one had survived destruction, and this too was shrunk down.
Returning to the common room, Hermione set about clearing a space near the fireplace before returning the furniture to its original size, and arranging the quilt over the bare mattress. She duplicated the pillow for comfort. She looked over in the corner and saw a dark figure in the shadows; she froze in fear for a moment before pointing her wand at the figure, before she realized it was Draco grinning at her.
“What do you want?!” she yelled in anger and embarrassment at her moment of fear.
“Calm down Hermione, it’s just me!” he chuckled. Draco stepped out of the corner and into the small bit of light in the room. He had a tiny smile on his lips and Hermione immediately noticed that he didn’t have a shirt on; that his jeans were now soft, grey cotton pajama trousers.
His muscled torso was in clear sight.
‘Wow’ she thought as he walked closer to her.
“What Hermione, never seen anybody as good looking as me?” he said, flexing his arms and posing. Draco smirked at her and laughed to himself at his own humor. Hermione, who was starting to get used to his conceited jokes, decided to play along.
“Oh yeah Draco, I’ve never seen anyone better looking than you in my entire life.” She spoke with complete sarcasm, though she knew that what she was saying held more than a hint of truth. He turned to flex his back muscles, and she wondered for a moment what it would be like to hold him, hug him, to press her fingers into those shoulders…
She blushed slightly as she realized what she was thinking, her breath hitched and Draco noticed the little gasp and her flushed appearance. He stalked over to the bed, like a big cat ready to pounce on its prey. Hermione sat down, and stared up at him waiting to see what he would do.
Draco bent over and she leaned up; their lips met for a moment and then they pulled away to check each other’s reaction…
… They had both liked it.
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