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Best Friends with Benefits	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 42556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Nine – Pandora’s Box

They first had to inform McGonagall as there were still students in the castle and both Harry and Hermione had to take the permission and exclusion since they still had duties like the patrols and the walks around the grounds and in the forest to keep students in order. After they gathered some of their stuff and took Luna’s magical bag, in silence, they moved to the Headmistress’ office and gave the password to go up the stairs.

‘Come in,’ her voice was heard and both Harry and Hermione entered the room, smiling slightly at the old woman. ‘Harry, Hermione,’ the professor acknowledged two of her best students with their names informally.

‘Professor,’ Harry said with respect and Hermione gave a nod. The older woman gestured for them to sit down and they did so, their eyes glancing at the seemingly asleep forms of the previous Headmasters. Dumbledore only opened his eyes for a few seconds and grinned at the young people.

‘How can I help you?’ McGonagall asked and both Harry and Hermione looked back at her.

‘We’d like to take permission so we can leave the castle for about a week, we’ll be back on the second of January, we hope you can arrange something with this short notice about the patrols and the rest of our duties.’ Hermione finally said and Minerva gave a nod and spoke.

‘You’re allowed to go.’ She said softly and the two young people exhaled in both relief and worry, so they were going to solve it all, trapped in a tent with no more excuses…

‘I hope you two can solve your issues… and enjoy your vacations away from Hogwarts,’ Minerva said and both Harry and Hermione widened their eyes at the first part of her words, being accompanied by a small chuckle from one of the portraits…

‘Thank you professor,’ Harry finally said as Hermione stood up first, said her goodbye and left the office first. McGonagall looked at him with stern eyes the moment Hermione was out of the office and in the stairs leading down.

‘Take care of her… she’s not only my best student and employee, I consider her something very close to a daughter… I know about Yaxley, the ministry informed me, and I can guess some other things…’ McGonagall said and Harry even shocked for this slight opening of his professor in personal matters, he nodded his head and sighed. He had to take care of her, he had to protect her and not hurt her… a lot of things to handle as it seemed.

The apparition sound echoed through the forest of Dean as the two showed up there, they were still mostly silent and uncomfortable yet either of them had dared to chicken out of this, they needed to talk.

Hermione looked at the river by the place they had apparated, it was almost the exact same post she had apparated them years ago… in the middle of the war, again it was snowy, cold yet utterly welcoming and utopian. She was ready to set the tent but noticed Harry raising his arms with his wand in hand and started casting the powerful spells they had used in the hunt and a few more he knew from Auror training, she frowned at him.

‘Is this about your fears about Yaxley?’ she asked as she looked at the bubbles of magic engulfing the place they would set the tent and the feet around it. They were in the middle of nowhere and as far as she knew Yaxley could even be injured.

‘I don’t want to take any chances,’ Harry said simply with his back at her and he knew her frown was increasing but right that moment, while he tried his best to protect her, he needed to focus so the spells could be strong, seeing her eyes and frown wouldn’t help in his already tired and vulnerable state.

‘Fine…’ he heard her sighing under her breath as she started setting the tent up, after a few moments, he heard the fabric of it being moved, signaling Hermione’s entrance. ‘Oh honestly,’ she was heard again and Harry decided to join her after he was done with most of the spells. He got in the tent and for the first time felt like chuckling at the image before him.

This was probably the most eccentric tent ever decorated in the history of magical décor. The fabric on the walls of the tent were a dark blue mixed with silver. The ceiling of it was enchanted to look like a dark sky full of stars that tingled around. There was a colorful little living room with a red armchair and a golden couch, a slytherin-ish bathroom in grey and green and for the bedroom Luna had removed the bed and had set countless of pillows on a large mattress, ,creating something like the relaxing place of a Maharajah… the kitchen in Hufflepuff colors was almost not existed but thankfully had two cupboards full of food like spaghetti, cans of food and some drinks as wine along a magical sink and an oven.

‘Well I like it,’ Harry said with a smile that finally melted Hermione’s irritation, it hadn’t been for the place, even if it wasn’t of her liking, it was mostly because of Harry’s cold shoulder before that, she had to admit, Luna, even through weird ways, had style.

‘There’s just too much color…’ Hermione said lightly and took out of her pocket the suitcase she had arranged, she had let Crookshanks back in Hogwarts, no need to take the poor cat in the middle of nowhere. She changed the size of her belongings and took it close to the “bed” Luna had made, opened the suitcase and took out another jumper to add to her blouse, the tent would need about two hours to get warm through the warming charms and now, since they didn’t have to keep watch for Death Eaters, they’d be able to close the tent’s opening entirely to keep warm.

Harry sat on the couch and looked at Hermione, they needed to talk and they needed to talk calmly, he outstretched his hand at her and spoke.

‘I need to talk to you,’ Harry said and Hermione felt her heart kicking in her chest as she glanced at the hand waiting hers to link to. She sighed, nodded and braced herself, she was a grown woman and she should have analyzed and think about it more deeply when she was making that deal months ago, she should have known better than falling so easily… in such traps of the heart.

She took his hand and moved around the couch so she could sit down next to Harry. Even if they had to touch a lot of rough patches, they were the best of friends, they trusted each other. Hermione held his hand even tighter as she saw his eyes falling in their links hands, she intertwined her fingers with his, she wouldn’t dare talk about anything first so she expected him to do the talking for the first time.

Harry mustered all the courage he could find inside his heart, glanced at Hermione and then looked at their linked hands, he would give everything to keep her safe, to keep her hands warm and comforting. He had to do this.

‘For the past weeks, Yaxley has been after you and I have been hiding this from you. He’s been suspected for the murder of three muggleborns and the torturing of three more. The ministry ordered me to take care of you, or rather I took that responsibility upon me, your parents are under constant care from my Aurors, so Luna and Morgana are. In my last mission, he pointed out your whereabouts and he knows, he knows I—he knows you, and what you are to me, he knows and he wants to get to me through you. I know I should have told you, I know I should have done it the night I returned from the mission. But I didn’t want you to get paranoid, you don’t deserve more trouble, you deserve more pain and fear, you were right that night, I pushed you away but I did it only because I wanted you to be fine, safe…’ Harry finally blurted out in a rush of explanations, self-blaming and self-excusing and confessions, he had been that close to say that Yaxley knew he loved her, that she was the one, but he held his tongue, his eyes still glued on their linked hands as Hermione had remained silent with her hand still in his. ‘I am so sorry…’ he finally said, still unable to look at her in the eyes.

There was silence and stillness for a moment but then, he felt Hermione’s hand withdrawing from his and his heart ached, the same hand moved close to his face and lifted gently his chin so they could look at each other’s eyes. He felt awful when he saw the tears gathering behind her warm orbs.

She had been surprised if not shocked when he started talking about Yaxley, she had thought he was ending their deal, or something similar but she didn’t expect to hear the things she had suspected being true. So Yaxley was after her as to get to Harry for the fall of Voldemort and his own believes against Muggleborns. She could still remember those hard eyes, wanting to doom that poor muggleborn woman in Umbridge’s court. And then the questions about her parents, Luna and Morgana were answered by Harry as long as they were formed in her head. And the anger that had started building inside her had been extinguished when his voice started to fail him, and he started explaining and admitting things. Her heart had given a kick when he tried to say about what Yaxley knew for her in Harry’s life but then kept up with his words as not to miss anything. And now she was feeling her eyes filling with tears as she looked at the broken man before her, now she understood his lack of sleep, the small jumps he gave every time even because it was Crookshanks who just jumped on the bed. His unfocused gaze and his overprotective nature being almost unbearable, the spells cast outside this tent…

‘Honestly?’ she asked but didn’t let him say a word. ‘I feel like slapping you hard right now, because you pushed me away again, me of all people, when you know that I can accept everything from you, when you know it’s me…’ Hermione started and Harry sighed, deep down he knew, one more reason he hadn’t told her her she was in danger, he was making it all too real and he had gotten to know her like no other man, both physically and emotionally… and he didn’t want even to consider she could get in harm’s way, but he couldn’t tell her that… he couldn’t tell her that Yaxley was right about him and her, he couldn’t, at least not yet, not before she opened up first.

‘But right now, all I want to do is thank you for taking care of me, once again, and do this as well.’ Hermione added, snapping him out of this thoughts with her words that ended with her leaning closer and capturing his lips with hers. She couldn’t get angry with him again, after all she had suspected Yaxley was after her, it hurt to know Harry had tried to push her away once more but she also knew he would always try to do that, no matter what, because he had that “saving people thing” she had told him about in their Hogwarts years… he was Harry and this was part of his, and in a way she loved it.

But as she kissed his lips gently and he responded with care and need, his arms wrapping around her slender form, as she moved her body on his lap in that slightly uncomfortable position on the couch, she didn’t want to have him once again for her when he really was not, with herself in his arms, she found the courage she was lacking for all those weeks and broke the kiss so she could speak, once again she had to be the one to open Pandora’s box, so be it.

‘What are we doing here, Harry? What’s this between us?’ she asked in a rasped whisper as she broke the kiss and stopped him by the shoulder from resuming it. Harry took a deep breath and looked at her in the eyes, so she was opening the subject, she was giving them the chance, she was risking by having her pure heart worn proudly on her sleeve for him.

He knew her need to know the facts to have them in her bright mind, to hold onto them in times of doubt or fear, in times of darkness. And he needed to tell her, she was the only person who was that close to him after all, she was the one who smiled and made him smile too no matter what, for years now. She was the one he felt safe with, loved with, taken care of. She was the one who told him of braveness and friendship and… more important things. She was his first kiss and hug, the first hand that wrapped around his own not to drag him in a cupboard after some beating, but to hold onto him for support or encouragement, she was his backbone, for a long time his best friend, a sisterly figure, but not only that, she had been like a sister when they were very young, when he was choosing the members of his non-blood related family. She developed into more, into a figure of solace, support and care, into something like a wife even if wasn’t always able to recognize it, and even more than that, she had turned out to be his soulmate.

‘I… I love you,’ he said the three simple words, syllables, sounds from between the lips that were formed for the first time by him. He never said it to his friends, Ginny or some other crush, date or relationship, he never said to people that had passed away, not even above their graves. But this woman there, on his lap before him, who looked at him with the purest and most beautiful eyes a human being could have, she deserved it all, for her loyalty, her care, her own love he knew, her very presence in his life, apart the times she actually saved him from death, Hermione was a huge part of Harry’s very life.

‘I love you,’ she echoed his words and they knew, they meant it in all ways, their eyes spoke better than their lips, of course they always loved each other, but right now confessing this, finally taking it out of them, it was alleviating, liberating and utterly scary.

She wanted to be honest with him, she wasn’t sure when it had started, was it in the weeks of their sexual deal? Before that in the years she felt the bursts of jealousy and actual pain when she saw him with someone else? Or even before that? When she felt her stomach dropping because he had kissed Cho and then she had mustered the fake smile when he kissed Ginny, when she nodded to herself knowing that Ginny would have chosen not to argue with him and fight with her life in the hunt, as always accepting what he thought he wanted while she was ready to throw herself in the fire for him? She couldn’t place her finger on when it started, all she knew was that she was scared, because she was feeling that strong for the first time.

‘I’m scared,’ she admitted softly as they had remained still in their tangle of arms and legs on the couch, looking at each other in peace and understanding. He understood, because he felt the same, she was the most important person in his life, he didn’t want to screw up with this, with her, she was Hermione and she was his, he didn’t want to lose her, not her.

‘I’m scared too, and the reason why is that it’s you, the one I always cared about the most, the one who remained with me like no other,’ Harry said as softly and his hand ran down her flowing curls.

‘There are no rules and no friendcards, that’s what scares me the most, I’ve never felt like that…’ Hermione added to his own words, they were feeling the same, it was them, each other’s greatest strength and greatest weakness.

‘Lets be scared together, but this time, lets make our own rules, our own friendcards. Lets not follow the circumstances and the flow… lets do it together,’ Harry whispered as his lips were close to hers, they both knew their misdoings during the war, the wrong impressions and fallen expectations… they both knew why they had pushed themselves in the wrong hands… but now, they could do it, now they were ready.

No more words were needed, she knew that, so she leaned once again and kissed him, slowly, almost carefully not to destroy what they had just decided to protect, their love. Harry responded to the kiss immediately, his arms tightening around each other as the kiss turned deeper and deeper but he broke it and hugged her tightly. It was about the new level in their relationship but it was also about the relief that washed over him for finally be open with her.

He had expected a fight, her screaming, him trying to salvage her trust, but they had grown up, sometimes he forgot that, and they were both mature to stand up to such challenges, challenges even made by them. He hugged her tightly and Hermione could feel his need for her support and care, she was both his lover and his friend even if one minute before he was deepening the kiss, now he needed that hug, with her head on his shoulder and her lips on his neck, she smiled as the lines of friendship and romance were blurred yet so utterly clear…

‘I love you,’ he repeated softly, these three words sounding so right and clear in his mind, when addressed to her. He kissed her neck and from there, they started again, their souls were soothed, now they needed to satisfy their bodies as well.

Hermione fumbled with his shirt, her lips biting on his neck sharply, breaking the command about the marks, as if it was still effective. Harry groaned and took of her sweater and blouse at the same time, leaving her in her bra and shivering before he could take off his own shirt and bring his body flat against hers.

‘I missed you,’ Hermione whispered and Harry grinned and nipped on her earlobe.

‘It’ has been not even three days…’ He pointed out and heard her chuckle and then moan as his hand kneaded her breast, their lower bodies trying to increase the friction.

‘Still… I missed you.’ She said and took her hands behind her back to open her bra. Harry cupped the material in his hand and took it off her completely, whispering how beautiful she was before he could capture one nipple in his mouth. Hermione moaned loudly and hugged him closer to her body by the shoulder and head, her hand caressing his soft hair as his unshaved jaw’s rubbing on her heated skin was one of her favorite things.

‘Can we go to the bed?’ Harry asked against her breast after a moment and Hermione nodded vigorously as she stood up first and helped him on his feet by giving him her hand. He took it, brought her closer and she hoisted her legs around his waist as he supported her from her bottom and back. They both kissed furiously with Hermione’s hands caressing his bare chest, shoulders and head until they reached the mattress and pillows and Harry lowered Hermione there and the moment her back touched the soft materials. She unwrapped her legs from his waist but kept them open so he could remain between them.

‘I won’t ask if you’re sure…’ Harry pointed and Hermione actually grinned as he moved his upper body so he could take off her jeans and shoes, she pushed him back on top of him with her leg on his back.

‘I won’t wait for you take off our clothes the regular way,’ she said with a smile and with a wave of her hand above their bodies her knickers and the rest of his clothes vanished, leaving them gasping and smiling wickedly against each other.

‘Someone missed me,’ Harry said teasingly as he started kissing her neck again, one of his hands holding most of his weight off her while the other traveled down. He reached between them and started teasing her. Hermione moaned and squirmed against him, her hands grasping at his shoulders and neck as he inserted first one and then two fingers inside her, she was very ready. ‘Someone truly missed me…’ he added and Hermione sighed and moaned his name.

‘Keep talking if you want, just don’t stop your hand,’ Hermione gasped and he grinned and disobeyed. She glared at him as he stilled his fingers and her own hand moved between them, wrapping around him, he gasped and as his lips parted, she kissed him passionately, leaving him breathless.

‘You think you’re the only who can tease around here, Harry Potter?’ Hermione whispered against his lips and he felt like dropping his head on her shoulder but instead of that, he resisted, moved his fingers just a bit more and then took them out of her completely. Before she could complain or even wandlessly hex him for that matter, he brought his fingers between their faces and put them in his mouth. Hermione was left gasping and whimpering as she watched him intensely, she had never been more aroused in her life.

‘You’re mine,’ Harry whispered before she kissed him hard again, wanting to taste herself and his sweet mouth at the same time, her hand guiding him home.

He thrust smoothly inside her and all teasing was gone as they locked eyes, hands, and souls and started meeting each other in every thrust. They couldn’t take their eyes off each other as Harry kept thrusting inside her while she kept her legs wide open for him, their hands holding each other in place as their eyes communicated while their lips only gasping breaths and shuttered lovewords.

‘Promise me… we’ll be fine,’ Harry gasped as he kept thrusting, having her beneath him, with everything out in the open and clear between them, it was the best thing that ever happened to him, but he wanted her to reassure him.

‘Promise… the same…oh…Harry!’ Hermione moaned as they held each other close, she needed the same reassurance, their lips meeting before they could say something more.

‘I promise,’ Harry said honestly.

‘I promise,’ she echoed his words as honestly, before she could move his hands on his buttocks to make him move faster.

‘I love… you,’ Harry gasped against her as they moved faster and faster against each other in perfect harmony.

His words, their meaning, his touch, his body against hers, his hand clasping hers and his lips on her sweaty neck and chest, all these sensations hit her at the same time and she felt her body convulsing and arching in pleasure as the orgasm washed over her in waves of ecstasy. She felt him too reaching his own peak as she milked him for all he was worth.

They fell limp and spent on the sea of pillows, gasping hard and squirming in the aftershocks of their orgasms.

‘You can breathe?’ he asked softly and she only gave a happy sound. ‘Good, because I’m not moving yet,’ he said and heard her small chuckle from where his head was rested on her chest, he looked up at her the moment she looked down at him.

‘I love you too,’ she replied his previous statement and he smiled softly and kissed her breast before he could finally move from above her as to settle next to her, she moved closer and snuggled against him, her hand playing with the little hairs of his chest as her head rested on his shoulder. They remained in comfortable silence, their minds wandering in the happenings of the past days, they had finally come clean with each other, they would be careful for Yaxley, Ginny had finally backed off a little, Draco was Morgana’s father and Luna was back…

‘I can’t believe it’s Draco,’ they said in unison and looked at each other before they could chuckle lightly.

‘I know… I have been asking her for years and at the end, I thought he had died or something. I never imagine it would be her and Draco… Parkinson must be furious if she knows…’ Hermione said and Harry nodded his head, remembering the poisonous girl from Slytherin.

‘I think Malfoy will do the right moves this time, he’s a lot of things but when he finally teams up with his family, he sticks with it,’ Harry said and Hermione sighed and nodded.

‘I just don’t want him to be rubbing the wrong believes on Morgana…’ Hermione said and Harry touched the hand that was caressing his chest, he could see the scars on her arm, he sighed and kissed the top of her head as his hand moved up and caressed the letters of the insult embed on her skin.

‘I’m sure Luna would never allow such thing, Luna of all people knows how is to be different, but anyway I don’t think he would dare do such thing, not after the war…’ Harry whispered, the memory of her screams rushing back in his mind, making him shut his eyes in his try to chase them away. He felt Hermione kissing his chest and nodding her head.

‘If he, his mother or Lucius dare try anything funny with Morgana…’ Hermione whispered and Harry could feel her body stiffening in anger, he kissed her forehead before he could push her slowly on her back so he could hover above her on his side.

‘We’ll be there, and we’ll hex their asses, same stands if they try anything funny with Teddy as the years go by,’ Harry said and Hermione sighed again and nodded, Harry could see how overprotective she was of Morgana, he remembered the day he saw her with Morgana on her lap during that Quidditch match, she would be an amazing moth-

‘Of course we’ll stand for Teddy too,’ Hermione interrupted his thoughts and he smiled and kissed her gently on the lips. ‘Yet I admit I have to give Malfoy some time… a chance to prove himself.’ Hermione said when the kiss was broken and Harry smiled as she wasn’t ready to let it go. ‘But if he dares harm a single hair from her head-‘ she was interrupted as he had resumed their kiss and she finally responded to it fully. ‘Sorry for babbling over this…’ she whispered when they broke the kiss, this was untypically their first vacation as a couple, she thought with an inner smile, she shouldn’t be spoiling it with her plans for Draco Malfoy’s murder.

‘It’s ok, I just want you to relax while we’re here, we can hex him together the moment he steps a toe out of line…’ Harry said and Hermione smiled and nodded her head. ‘I’m a bit hungry, I brought some things from the kitchens but they need some ice to be preserved. I should go and fill a bucket with water from the river so we can freeze it with a spell. Then I’ll make us some breakfast… or late snack.’ Harry said and Hermione smiled and hugged him closer to her.

‘You have thought of everything haven’t you?’ Hermione asked softly and he smiled and nuzzled his nose in her neck.

‘Indeed I have,’ Harry said with a smile and Hermione kissed his own neck, before she could bite on the bruise she had left earlier. ‘You’re such a wild wench…’ he said with a grin and received yet another bite.

‘You should start preparing the pan and oven and the things you brought, I’ll go for the water, I want to help and trying to cook isn’t my strong suit as you insist on rubbing on my face…’ Hermione teased and Harry grinned and nodded before he could give her another kiss. One of her hands gripped one of the pillows and hit him with it on the head and shoulder, making him gasp and look at her in wonder.

‘What was that for?’ he asked and she grinned.

‘Now that we’re together, I’m done with your smart remarks about my cooking, you will teach me some recipes and from there I’ll be able to manage!’ Hermione said and Harry laughed but nodded, before he could grip a pillow too and attack her, they played for awhile until his stomach growled in protest for the lack of breakfast and postponing of their snack so they stood up, got dressed quickly again and left the mattress with the pillows.

Harry moved close to the kitchen area and grinned at Hermione who took the bucket and exited the tent, griping a scarf he had left in his arrival in the tent to wrap around her neck, they were still slightly sweaty from their lovemaking after all. Harry accioed his belonging and started unshrinking the various cans and cartons of food he had brought from the Hogwarts kitchens and Hermione’s flat –it would have been a waste to let them rot there while they’d be away-, it had been around a minute since Hermione was out when his heart gave a hard kick at the sounds that reached his ears.

Hermione’s scream of shock and pain, the bucket falling with a thud and water spilling on the ground and then Yaxley’s voice, calling him from outside the tent…

‘Come out, Potter! Look what I’ve got after days of spying on you two lovebirds!’ the Death Eater’s cold voice was heard and Harry felt his mind racing, had he missed some spell? Weren’t they powerful enough because he was distracted with Hermione? Had she done something and broke them as she took the water? Was his fault she was captured in that madman’s hands? Where was her wand?

His last question was answered as his eyes glanced at the couch, where she had left it before they could go to the mattress. She was unarmed, unprotected… when he had vowed to protect her. He felt his entire body moving on its own accord and only his hand worked in his will to grip his wand in his grasp, his heart was squeezed with terror.

He exited the tent and looked right before him, at two feet’s distance was Yaxley, all battered and worn out, yet utterly insane and vicious, with Hermione in his arms, his large hand closing around her neck, her hands idle at her sides, not daring to move as she only looked at him from her half closed eyes, her chin lifted up much like when Bellatrix had held her against her in the Malfoy Manor, a dagger was the reason of her immobile state, ready to cut deep in her ribs from the left side.

‘Dear Mr. Potter! The Master of Death…The Chosen one, the filthy half-blood who keeps mucking up his blood with this of a Mudblood, you really are like your father, Potter, you have the same taste in filthy whores.’ Yaxley spitted and Harry was ready to move his wand but Yaxley poked Hermione harder with the dagger on her flesh, the peak of it making a hole in her clothes, scratching the skin and making her moan in pain. ‘Uh uh uh… not a good idea while I have this little bird in my mercy huh?’   Yaxley mocked Harry as he sniffed on Hermione’s neck, where the scarf lay around her, very much like Scabior had done with her back in the war…

‘I can smell you on her you know… pretty disgusting and abnormally arousing…’ Yaxley commented and Harry felt his blood boiling as the Death Eater kept on sniffing and rubbing his ugly face against Hermione’s skin with a sickening expression. Hermione could only whimper in protest as the hand on her neck tightened and the dagger remained pressed against her skin, small drops of blood starting to escape.

‘Leave her be, you have nothing against her, it’s all about me, tell me what you want and I’ll do it,’ Harry said as calmly as he could and that seemed to make Yaxley forget about Hermione for a moment as he looked at Harry, the young man was trying to think of a way to hit the Death Eater but Hermione’s very body was working as a shield for him, he wouldn’t be able to hex him without hurting the woman he loved.

‘Don’t you understand Potter? I have been watching for your whereabouts for weeks… I could have set the tent on fire and have you killed while you were screwing the puppet in my hands… but why not take over the power of the Elder Wand and have a little fun while doing so?’ Yaxley wondered and Harry sighed, so it was about him being the Master of the Deathstick.

‘Hurting her will only have you killed by me… disarm or kill or do whatever you want with me and take the power upon yourself, that’s all it takes, but nor Hermione nor I know the whereabouts of the Elder Wand. Kill us and you’ll never know who is the one with the knowledge of the location…’ Harry said, he needed to save Hermione, a glance shared by the two of them was enough.

He had no idea where the Wand was indeed, McGonagall hadn’t told him and he never had felt like asking, after the 2^nd of May of 1998, when he left the Elder Wand in that office, he didn’t seek for it. McGonagall had taken care of it and to this day, she was the only one knowing where it was since Harry was its master.

‘Then I can torture her until you tell me who knows…’ Yaxley spited angrily, he had probably thought Hermione knew as well as Harry where the wand was, this wasn’t good news for him.

‘Only Minerva McGonagall knows the whereabouts of the wand, you think you can get into Hogwarts, defeat that specific witch and have her giving you the location of the Deathstick?’ Harry replied his threat with the truth once again and he could see Yaxley’s eyes filling with more and more madness as his dreams and plans were collapsing, he needed one chance and he would kill the damn Death Eater.

‘You’re lying! Tell me where the wand is! Or I will open her from her ribs down to her hip like a pig!’ Yaxley hollered and moved the dagger a bit higher in Hermione’s side, closer to her heart, Harry felt his own heart aching at Hermione’s pained eyes as the dagger pierced her skin there too. His heart was beating rapidly in terror, his blood boiling and running cold in his veins at the same time…

‘Tell him, Harry… tell him where it is!’ Hermione finally said, Harry glanced once again at her eyes and got it, they would improvise based on the Death Eater’s madness as to earn some time more for Harry to make it and hex him.

‘Ha! Looks like the wench here betrays you, Potter. Now tell me where the wand is!’ Yaxley said again as Harry and Hermione were still looking at each other.

‘The wand is always with me,’ Harry lied finally and Yaxley’s eyes widened, in his madness buying it. ‘But you’ll have it in your hands only if you release her, she has nothing to do with it, you can take the Deathstick from my dead hands but let her go…’ Harry said calmly, daring to move a step closer.

‘Summon the wand first,’ Yaxley said and Harry braced himself.

‘I will accept no games, release her first and then I’ll do whatever you want,’   Harry insisted and he found the perfect moment. Yaxley screamed he wouldn’t be played at, Hermione elbowed him hard in the stomach and bowed as much as she could for Harry to take the opportunity.

‘Avada Kedavra!’ he screamed out loud, not missing his target, the Death Eater fell back in the snow with still the face of fury, pain and shock on. Harry rushed close to Hermione, she was curled on the ground, the waves of her hair mostly covering her as she remained to her knees.

‘It’s ok, Hermione, he’s gone, let me help you,’ Harry whispered but the moment Hermione moved her head to look at him, with eyes unfocused, he saw it. The pool of blood gathering at the snow, all flowing down from the wound in her side, the dagger seethed inside her ribs, high enough to possibly have injured her heart.

Harry fell on his knees as he took Hermione in his arms, she was gasping for breath, her eyes full of horror and terror. In his numb state, he didn’t even know if he should withdrew the dagger from inside her, was it killing her quickly or was it slowing down because of the blood that was still held by?

‘Hermione…’ he only stammered as he looked at her, all promises and vows and words about protecting her broken as she squirmed in his arms, her blood slowly covering his hands and the snow close to them.

‘I’m cold,’ Hermione managed to whisper as Harry dared to move her closer to his own body, coaxing a moan of pain, he couldn’t keep the dagger inside, he had no idea if it was magical or not, it could be burning her insides for all he knew. He withdrew the blade, Hermione’s eyes snapped open in agony and her jaw dropped in a silent moan of pain, a couple of drops running down her jaw as more blood poured out of the wound.

‘After all, I will miss your smart remarks about my cooking…’ she whispered as her eyes flattered close for a moment, Harry shook his head furiously as he stood on his feet and wandlessly broke all the charms and apparated away as her breath was slowing and her eyes were closing…
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