Stylistic Harmony

Chapter Thirty
"Run, you have to run, both of you. Now." He fixed her with an incredulous stare,
"I am not leaving you here." She looked to them both, her senses shockingly coherent for someone who had just woken up, then said,
"Please. I am begging you both to get out of here now. If I am going to lose you I'd rather we do it on our own terms and not on theirs. I will not let you get taken away by them. Harry, he'll ask for the worst. He won't let you two live." The look in her eye told them that she wasn't to be messed with, she wasn't doing this because she wanted it, she was doing it because it was for the best. Draco pulled on his clothes, shaking his head. Blaise had his hung, defeated by her. The hammering started again,
"MISS GRANGER!" She ran to the door, putting her head close to it, yelling through the thick oak,
"Christ would you give me a fucking minute! I've just been hauled out of bed in the middle of the night. I am not exactly appropriately dressed!" She turned her head to her lovers, a glimmer of a smirk on her face. Draco gritted his teeth, he didn't want to leave her, who knew what torments Potter would inflict on her, he went over to her, held her head in his hands and said,
"Come with us," the smirk faded, tears began to form in her eyes,
"I can't, you know I can't," Blaise coughed,
"Look if we're gonna go, we have to go now! Before those Aurors fucking tear the door down." They both turned to look at him, Draco was almost desperate when he turned back to her,
"Please Hermione. We can go far from here, never come back. We can run together." She leaned up and kissed him gently,
"Draco, baby, we'll find each other again, I swear to you." He knew she wouldn't go with them, the Aurors were here for him and Blaise, not her, and she would never survive living on the run. He knew what that was like, and he never wanted that for her. Hugging her to him, he kissed her, with a fire and passion that she had never felt before, a kiss that would burn into her memory forever,
"The day that this comes to an end. This war. When I kill Voldemort, when I've destroyed everything that associates with him, we'll be together. By midnight on that day we'll be together again, I swear to you Hermione. We'll have that dream my love. We'll be married and this whole fucking world will be ours." The danger in his eyes glimmered so strong, she, then and there almost got on her knees and begged him not to go. But she knew that he had to, but she also knew that he never broke his promises to her. Kissing him fiercely, she said, with a hint of amusement,
"It better be. Now get the fuck out of here." He smirked, kissed her and legged it over to the window, throwing it open, focusing his thoughts and calling a silent summoning spell in his head. Blaise came over to her, kissed her and said,
"Goodbye Cara. Be seeing you." He winked and joined Draco on the balcony, looking down over the edge, he looked at his friend, "Long fucking drop mate." Draco raised his eyebrows,
"Blaise, do you think I didn't come prepared?" Two seconds later his broomstick came whizzing from the direction of the Quidditch pitch, Blaise smiled, hopped the ledge and swung his leg over the handle. Draco turned back to say goodbye. She flung herself forward into his arms, tears freely flowing,
"Please, please be careful," she sobbed into his chest, he tipped her head back to look in his eyes,
"I will, you know I will. I love you Angel. We'll be together again. I'll make it happen." She nodded and kissed him,
"I love you Draco. Go, before it becomes to hard to let go. Go!" He swung his leg over his broom, Blaise was riding shotgun on the back, he turned to him, and said with a smirk,
"Hmm, shame this isn't a less serious situation lover, this could be fun." Blaise raised his free hand, smacked Draco round the head and cried,
"For fucks sake Malfoy get a move on! I don't fancy falling fifty feet from the air when those Aurors smack us with stunning spells. Get your cute arse moving!" They both turned back to Hermione, who despite the circumstances managed a weak smile and a small awkward wave, which was returned with a grim smile from both of them. The door to her room suddenly caved and fifteen Aurors flew into the room. Hermione gasped, Draco kicked the broom into motion and shouted over the ruckus,
"Hermione!" She looked up at him, his broomstick hovering, with a slight sneer he said in a deadly serious tone, "Midnight on that day. We'll dance on his fucking grave." With that they disappeared into the night. In an instant both Harry and Ron were at her side, looking wildly around into the nights sky. Harry swore loudly, then turned back to the Aurors behind him,
"They've gone. They got away." He turned to face Hermione, she was unrecognisable. Despite the fact that the man she claimed to love had done a runner on her, the look in her eyes was pure and unadulterated defiance. He went up to her, grabbed her by the arms and yelled in her face, "You fucking idiot! You let them get away! You fucking helped them!" She began to laugh, she couldn't help it. Harry's face drained of all colour. He let her go and walked back into the room, which had emptied, except for one. Shacklebolt came up to him and said,
"I've sent the team over to the Malfoy Manor. If they go back there, they'll be met with a welcoming committee. If not, well, we'll have alerts put up. They won't get very far." Harry sniggered, clearly this man didn't know Malfoy like he did, there was no chance that they'd even get back into Malfoy Manor,
"Whatever, do you mind giving us a minute. Hermione has to clean up before she can come back with us." It wasn't said with consideration, it was said with disdain, and this shocked the normally passive Kingsley Shacklebolt. He walked out of the room, his perceptions of the young wizard completely altered. Harry waited, closed the door, then turned back to Hermione, who had stopped laughing and now merely looked bored. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off, by Ron, who said with no trace of the normal tone he used, instead replaced by something cold and almost dangerous,
"Would someone please explain to me, what the hell is going on?"

He looked from his best friend to his girlfriend and back again. Harry was seething, his fists were clenched and he was looking at Hermione like he wanted to throttle her. She was glaring back, a look of fierce and pure hatred back. He said again,
"What the fuck is going on here?" She looked at him, and thats when he saw it, something flickered behind her eyes, and the lights started to waver. He couldn't see the girl he was in love with in front of him. Whoever this girl was, what she was, wasn't Hermione. She chuckled, her eyes darkening, and a very familiar smirk appeared on her face,
"Aww, poor little Ronniekins. He's always the one left out of the loop. Ever wondered why that is love?" She walked slowly towards him, the fact that she was in an oversized man's shirt was not lost on him, she stopped in front of him and reached up to touch his cheek. He caught her wrist in his hand and said in a low tone, one that she had never heard him use before,
"Don't screw around with me Hermione. Something's going on. Tell me this, sweetheart, why were Aurors looking for Malfoy and Zabini in your room? What do they know that I don't?" Harry came up beside them and said cruelly,
"Yes, Hermione, what do you know that he doesn't, huh? Go on, tell him, tell him what you've been doing for the past three months!" Hermione smirked, and Ron realised why he recognised it. It was the same one Malfoy used, every time he insulted him. Hermione laughed, stepped back and said with an almost triumphant tone,
"Do you see it now Ron? All the times I ducked out on you. All the times I wouldn't let you sleep with me. You thought it was because I wasn't ready. Truth? I've been fucking Draco Malfoy, and I loved every minute of it." Ron saw red and leapt across the room towards her. Luckily Harry caught him before he reached her, she wasn't shocked. In fact she found it all amusing, Draco would've relished it. She could imagine what he would have done to Ron, and it made her smile. Harry managed to get Ron out of the room, and she could hear them yelling about her. The dawn sun was piercing through the room. Whistling to herself, she picked out her clothes for the day and skipped to the bathroom.

"HOW COULD YOU FUCKING KEEP SOMETHING LIKE THIS FROM ME!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST MATE!! GOD! I can't....FUCK!" Harry had to duck Ron's fist as it swung towards his head. He reached out and shoved Ron backwards, shouting back,
"I KEPT IT FROM YOU FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!" Another swing, this one connected with the side of Harry's face, rocking his head back, intensifying the headache Malfoy's beating had left him with, Ron kept raging on,
"FOR MY OWN GOOD?! I LOVED HER FOR FUCKS SAKE! AND SHE...GOD SHE BETRAYED ME, WITH, WITH HIM OF ALL PEOPLE! YOU KNEW AND YOU DID NOTHING TO STOP IT!!" Harry stood up and shoved Ron backwards into the wall, he hit it, sliding down to the floor. All the fight left him and he sat with his head in his hands, saying quietly, "How could do this to me? I can't even.......it can't be her, he's done something," he looked up at Harry, whose face was grim, he came and sat down next to Ron,
"I tried Ron. I tried to stop it, I came here tonight to finish it. I thought maybe, maybe he had done something to her, so I confronted them. He claimed he did nothing, that she came to him on her free will. I didn't believe it, but it was true she was clean of anything. I forced her to make the choice, him or us. She chose him, and tonight she helped him and Zabini escape." Harry left out the part about Ginny, it was to fresh to deal with right now. Ron hung his head, he had loved her, did love her and all the while she had been laughing at him, he could feel the cold stab of betrayal seep through him. He looked at Harry,
"So what now? What do we do with her? For all we know Malfoy has corrupted her mind, turned her. We can't trust her now." Harry shrugged his shoulders,
"I don't know. I don't know if we can. But, I hate to say this, we still need her. We're no closer to finding the last Horcrux, she may be willing to help us."
"I doubt she'll help us willingly. After all, he wanted something in return," Harry stood up and walked over to the dormitory door. He could hear Hermione singing quietly to herself. He knocked, and waited for an answer. The door opened and she stood in front of him wrapped in a bath towel, the look of annoyance on her face was indescribable,
"I'm busy, what do you want?" She said brusquely, Harry spat back,
"Get dressed, pack your things and come out. Five minutes or I'll drag you out. Alright?" She slammed the door shut in his face, he fumed, then turned to Ron, "Go and get McGonagall, w are going to sort this out. I am not going to lose her to the dark side. We'll make her come around. She has to." Ron made to protest, but Harry silenced him, "Look, you can deal with her later, right now we need her help." Ron nodded,
"Do you think we can get her back?" Harry frowned,
"I hope so."

She listened, with her ear flat against the door, so those idiots thought they could bring her back to the fold. That she'd just throw everything she had with Draco and Blaise because it was the 'right' thing to do. Fuck the right thing to do she thought. She was fed up of doing the right thing. Oh she'd go back to them, she'd string them along just as she had for the past few months, then when that night came. When the man she loved destroyed Voldemort, she would turn on them and do whatever Draco asked of her. Smirking to herself she went to her dressing table and pulled out the chain that had his ring dangling on it. The ancient Malfoy ring, passed down through generations of purebloods. Holding it up in the light, the emerald glittered in the low winter sun. She unclasped the catch and put the chain around her neck, she would wear it until she could return it to him, wishing it be sooner rather then later. She got dressed and ready, taking no care to keep to her allocated five minutes. Twenty minutes passed before she was ready. Picking up her small suitcase from the bed she walked to the door and wrenched it open.