Chapter Nineteen
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"This is such a lovely place," Hermione beamed and looked around at the Muggle restaurant. Harry had to smile at her enthusiasm; they didn't yet show themselves openly in the magical world but she was so happy on every "muggle date" he took her on. Ron hadn't spoken to them since he found them, but he also hadn't told Ginny about what he'd seen. Hermione guessed that he would come around eventually; they just needed to let his temper cool down. She reflected on the fact that Ginny had found out that Harry and Hermione had once slept together, but she hadn't told her brother. She had wanted to spare him, not hurt him. And now he had done the same for his sister. Hermione loved them both, they were good people and she had never wanted to hurt either of them. The fact that she had hurt both of them slightly tainted the excitement of her new relationship with Harry, but she tried not to think about it too much.
"Champagne?" Harry asked and held up the bottle.
"Yes, please!" Hermione said and smiled brightly at him. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Yes, so I can seduce you, like the first time," Harry joked.
"Oh, darling, you definitely don't need alcohol to seduce me," Hermione whispered and kicked off her shoe. She gently let her toes climb their way up his leg and it landed in his crotch.
"You are playing with fire," Harry said and smiled wickedly.
"Why, what are you going to do?" she teased.
"I'll get the check right now," he gave her an honest look.
"You're bluffing!" Hermione laughed, but didn't remove her foot.
"Am I?"
"We haven't even eaten yet!" she answered gleefully. Harry raised an eyebrow and waved at the waiter.
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They had hurried back to Hermione's flat and Harry had her pushed against the wall. He almost knocked the wind out of her but she didn't care. She reached behind him and scratched his back. Her nails stung sexily and he moaned into her mouth. He grabbed both her wrists and whirled her around. He kissed the back of her neck, her front pressed into the wall. Unconsciously he thrust against her backside, and she growled. While kissing one of her ears, he hastily lifted her skirt and threw her knickers to the floor.
"Oh, Mr. Potter," she giggled.
He grabbed her wrist again and turned her back to face him.
"You drive me insane," his voice was low and husky.
"Good," she breathed.
She pushed him away and ran into the bedroom, him close behind her. She lifted her dress slightly, flashing her bottom as she ran. She was still in her heels and she almost stumbled and fell into the bed, but she remained standing. Harry grabbed her and kissed her hard, almost hurting her lips.
"Tease!" he whispered in to her neck. "God, you smell so good!"
He bent down and lifted her thighs, causing her to fall into the bed. He was so strong, and Hermione found herself more and more turned on by it. They flipped around and Hermione straddled him.
"Oh," he smiled and Hermione lowered herself onto him. The feel of him inside of her made her eyes flutter.
She was still wearing her red dress, and while being inside of her Harry sat up and pulled it over her head. He
hungrily kissed her now exposed breasts.
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They showered together in Hermione's small shower. Hermione finished first and started brushing her hair.
"You know…" Harry said from behind the curtain.
"What?"
"I am happier now than I can ever remember being before," he said. Hermione stopped brushing her hair and
looked at Harry through the mirror, her back still against him.
"Me to!" she answered honestly; he grinned and then returned to rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. Hermione put on Harry's large bathrobe and started putting on her body lotion.
"That smell is so…you," he said from inside the shower.
"I hope that is a good thing!" she laughed.
Harry stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked over to her and kissed the side of her neck gently. "You have no idea how good. It's addictive!" he mumbled into her neck.
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Harry was in his jeans, shaving in front of the mirror. She enjoyed watching him when he was undressed. Every single little move he made, made new muscles tense and flex. He was truly the sexiest man alive. He smiled at her, sitting on the toilet next to him, putting the coconut cream on her legs.
Harry turned on the water and rinsed his razor. Something in the corner of his eye flashed and a shape unexpectedly appeared in the door and Hermione shrieked.
"Draco!" she called out in surprise. Draco had his wand drawn towards them. Harry immediately went for his own, but realized that it was still on the bedside table since they made love. He stepped in front of Hermione, shielding her. Hermione got up and stood behind him. "What are you doing?" she asked, still not understanding why Draco had his wand drawn against them.
"You have to come with me, Hermione," he said.
"What? Is someone coming?" she asked.
Harry cursed himself for not having his wand. Hermione might believe it was all as it should, that Draco was there to warn them, but Harry knew. He knew the second Draco entered with his wand drawn. He knew by the look in Draco's eyes.
"Come!" he ordered her, looking angrily between her and Harry. He hated her for a few moments, seeing them both half undressed in the bathroom - what they had been doing was obvious. Harry saw the look he was casting them.
"She's not going anywhere with you!" Harry said and started towards Draco.
"Sectumsempra!" Draco said and aimed for Harry's right leg. The curse hit his knee and blood gushed as he
fell to the floor
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"Draco!" Hermione screamed in terror and threw herself to the floor, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Come on Hermione, now!" he repeated. Harry started to get up again.
"Don't!" Draco ordered but Harry didn't care. Draco hit him again, on the side of his other leg.
Harry fell immediately, not able to hold himself up. Harry didn't stop; he crawled towards Draco who now raised his
wand again.
"No, Please!" Hermione begged, now crying. "What are you doing?" Harry was lying on the floor, the blood pooling around him.
"Come with me now Hermione or I will kill him!" Draco's voice was stern.
"No, Hermione don't!" Harry pleaded, losing consciousness; he grabbed her arm roughly, trying to hold her.
"You wouldn't!" she pleaded to Draco.
She looked down at Harry on the floor and Draco standing resolute with his wand aiming at Harry. She was no stranger to danger and betrayal, but she had never thought Draco could have done something like this. Not now.
He grabbed her other arm and yanked her across the bathroom. Harry had no strength and he felt Hermione being torn from his grip. Hermione swung hard against Draco, she was an Auror, after all, and she had been trained in combat. But so had Draco. He grabbed her arm quickly and twitched it behind her, she screamed in pain.
"Hermione," Harry whispered. His vision was becoming blurry. "No!" He saw her disappear.
Draco shoved her out of her flat, but just as they were leaving the flat he turned toward the hidden Auror alarm installed in every Auror flat. He cast a spell on it. Within a minute the flat would be flooded with Aurors and they would save Potter - he had purposely spared him.
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Hermione was blindfolded and gagged. She kicked and hit everything she could reach, but Draco held her tight. Never stop fighting! Never give up! Always try to flee! Notice your surroundings! Her Auror training guidelines were running through her mind.
What scared her most was when she realized that someone besides Draco was there.
When the blindfold and gag were pulled off of her she realized that she was in a large bedroom. In the middle of the room was a large four-poster bed with dark red velvet drapes. It reminded her of Hogwarts, but it was more ancient, more medieval. The fact that it reminded her of Hogwarts, however, did not make her feel safer at all.
She turned around and saw Draco standing in the corner. She ran for him, fists raised.
She had no chance; he grabbed both her wrists and threw her down on the bed.
"How could you?" she screamed, her voice breaking. "Why?"
"Just listen," he insisted, holding her down.
"How could you do this, Draco? Where am I? Where is Harry?"
"Listen, Hermione, I had no choice! I did it to protect you!" he pleaded with her.
She was still struggling and she got one of her legs free. With all her might she kneed him in the crotch. That did the trick and Draco fell off of her down on the bed. She ran for the door, but it was locked. She had no wand, so she ran back for Draco's.
He didn't have his either, which she found odd.
"Let me out, please, Draco!" she started crying again.
"I can't do that, Hermione."
Hermione ran to the window, she was about to jump when she looked down and realized that she was in a tower. Way down below she could see black waves hitting aggressively against the stonewall of the tower. She could never survive such a jump. She took a deep breath and decided that it was worth a try when she heard a whimper in the corner and Hermione realized that Mallory was in her bassinet.
"What the hell is going on?" she cried.
"Look, you were in real danger and I had to take you away."
"But where?"
"I can't tell you that, Hermione."
"Harry!"
"He is fine, I promise. I set off the alarm. The Aurors helped him."
Hermione fell to her knees. She put her face in her hands and began crying. She wasn't sure if she would ever be allowed to be happy. "But if you wanted to protect me, why couldn't we have gone on the run like last time?" she asked in between sobs.
"Things are very different now."
"How?" Draco walked over to her and helped her off the floor.
"The person responsible for the murders approached me, and told me that you were to be killed. I could keep you safe here in this hidden castle…."
"Why?" Hermione yanked her hand from him. "Why would someone help you like that?" Fear was rising
in her. "Are you going to hurt someone?"
"No! I honestly believe I was allowed to bring you here as a trap…"
"Trap? Draco please, who is doing this?" Draco swallowed, he couldn't tell her yet.
"I can't tell you that, not now."
"And what do you mean by trap?"
"I believe these people wanted you taken by me so Potter would come looking for you, and then they could get him," Draco answered and locked eyes with Hermione.
She ran forward again, this time she managed to hit him hard across the face with a closed fist.
"Bastard!" she screamed. "How can you do this to us? He had tried to help you, he took you and Mallory in!" Draco grabbed her fists again, so hard this time that Hermione was sure he was trying to break them.
"I am trying to keep you alive," he hissed in her face and threw her down on the bed. He was losing patience with her.
"No one asked you to," she whimpered back. Draco stepped off the bed.
"My room is over there," he nodded towards an adjoining room. "Will you be all right?"
He turned and left. Hermione sobbed and hoped that Harry would be all right. She touched her hair, it was still moist. She had showered with Harry so recently, and now here she was. She looked down at her ring; she would never ever use it. She would never be the one to draw him into this trap.
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