- All my life I’ve only acted stupid for you. What I want is to always be with you. But there’s one thing I want…
- Listen. When I see my master lying in his ice coffin, all I think about is dying for him. But every time I see you, I just want to enjoy life with you. So… I don’t allow you to do anything so stupid again.
Without
lifting her gaze from the leather folders she was carrying, Hermione hurried
into the elevator and distractedly slammed her palm against the button of the
ground floor.
“Staying
after-hours again, Granger?”
Hermione
flinched at the voice that had spoken over the metallic rattling noise of the
golden grilles sliding shut and cast a glance over her shoulder at the man leaning
against the far wall. She bowed her head in reluctant greeting.
“I’ve
got… paperwork,” she muttered, turning away and trying to ignore the heat
creeping up her neck.
“Sure.
Paperwork…” hummed Malfoy, drawing out the last word in an almost indecent
purr. “What about taking this paperwork somewhere else?”
Hermione’s
gaze flickered to the golden grilles; they were nearing the Atrium. Malfoy’s
office was the closest but they would still have to go back down a few levels.
“I was actually
going to suggest my place,” sounded his voice again as though he had guessed
her thoughts.
Hermione
turned around, a crease appearing between her eyebrows.
“Malfoy…”
she started.
“Yes,
Granger, I know…” sighed Malfoy, rolling his eyes. “As soon as we take it
home it becomes personal. After six months of your repeating it every other
night, I get it. What I don’t get is what would be so terrible about it?”
Hermione
stood still, taken aback, as the elevator screeched to a halt.
“I don’t- I don’t know…”
“Right,”
cut her off Malfoy, his face suddenly shutting, although she glimpsed a flicker
of bitterness in his gaze. “After you…” he said coolly, waiting for her to exit
the elevator.
Hermione
didn’t move.
“I was
going to say I don’t know your address,” she said quietly, stepping out into
the half-deserted Atrium.
Next
moment, she felt a hand settle in the small of her back, firmly steering her to
the row of fireplaces.
“Well, that
can be easily fixed,” whispered Malfoy’s voice into her ear.
Hermione tore through the corridors as if fiendfyre itself was hot on her heels. Harry and Ron barrelled after her, shouting but failing to catch up. The crowds of evacuating students filled the stairs, causing Hermione to hurl herself over the bannisters of the seventh floor landing and free fall to what seemed like her imminent death. Two, three, four seconds passed before she shouted the spell to cushion her landing; Arresto Momentum.
Harry leaned over the bannisters to see her tiny figure dashing across the ground floor towards the dungeons.
“HOPE THIS WORKS, MATE!”
Ron’s voice whistled past Harry as the redhead threw himself over the railing and proceeded to drop.
“Fuck this!” The Chosen One muttered, following suit.
Seconds ahead of them, Hermione pounded on the main door to the dungeons. Tears streaming down her face as she screamed his name.
“DRACO! PLEASE! DRACO! OPEN THE DOOR!”
Her fists throbbed with pain as she hit the heavy oak time and time again, her throat raw from her cries.
“Miss Granger,” Dumbledore tenderly placed a hand on her shoulder, as Harry and Ron rounded the corner at breakneck speed.
“Please-” she wept. “I-I-”
“It’s alright, my dear,” the old man assured her. “Allow me.”
With a wave of the Headmaster’s hand, the door swung open and Hermione barged inside.
Draco Malfoy stood in the middle of the room, staring into the depths of the Great Lake. He was alone; his tears falling in private. The rest of the Slytherins had either left to fight alongside their Death Eater families or were being evacuated to safety with the rest of the school.
“They’re coming for me,” he said quietly, without turning around. “It’s safer if you go. Leave me.”
Hermione ran past the Headmaster and barrelled into him.
“We’ll take you to the Order,” she urged, looking up into those cool grey eyes she loved with all her heart. “You’ll be safe. Draco, please-”
“Draco?” Ron whispered to Harry. “Since when did he become-”
“Since they fell in love, Mister Weasley,” Albus Dumbledore smiled.
Harry and Ron were speechless. They could only stare as Draco wrapped his arms tightly around Hermione and tucked her head under his chin. He towered over her; his arms holding her close.
Hermione looked scared as she caught the shocked faces of her two best friends.
“Don’t ask me,” she pleaded. “Don’t make me choose. Because I won’t-”
It only took a moment to decide.
“Mione, it’s alright,” Harry stepped forward.
“We look after our own,” Ron smiled. “Hurry, Malfoy. This way.”
Because I’ve been having feels lately here are some bedtime Dramione headcanons
• They both have absolutely ridiculous cases of bed head. Draco claims things could get lost in Hermione’s hair while Hermione says his hair looks like he got electrocuted.
• Draco snores but refuses to believe it because he is a Malfoy and snoring is for uncouth commoners.
• They like to read before going to bed but sometimes get distracted with other… activities.
• They love cuddling.
• Hermione is generally a morning person. Draco wasn’t a morning person until they had kids but he still needs his cup of coffee to properly function.
• Hermione sometimes sleep talks gibberish although a few times she has somehow held full coversations with a very amused Draco.
• Hermione will read the kids bedtime stories from story books while Draco will usually make up stories on the spot.
• Lots of cuddles.
• Hermione hates wearing socks to bed, which is awful for Draco because her feet get really cold and she ends up pressing them against him to warm them up.
• They have a hard time sleeping when there’s a thunderstorm so they’ll huddle under their blankets with chocolate and their favorite books.
• They both have nightmares from the War and if one wakes up and can’t fall back asleep the other will stay up as well.
• Cuddles galore.
• Hermione introduced Draco to the art of pillow fighting and he absolutely loves it.
• Hermione also introduced him to alarms clocks but that he is much less appreciative of.
• The first time Hermione wore one of Draco’s shirts for bed his jaw dropped and he was speechless for a good minute.
• Even more cuddles.
• Hermione can survive with two pillows but Draco needs at least seven. When she asked how he possibly survived at Hogwarts he admitted that the packages he’d receive the first week or so of school would have at least one shrunken pillow.
• Draco taunts Crookshanks for not being allowed to sleep on the bed whereas he, being a man, gets to have Hermione to himself all night long. Hermione ends up having to threaten him with The Couch because honestly the rivalry between her cat and her husband will be the death of her.
• Hermione can be a blanket hog, especially in the winter. Draco usually ends up tugging her on top of him so he can stay warm.
