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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
66,324
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135
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Currently Reading:
2
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32.
Entering the ally, Draco felt distinctly uneasy. Living in a manor with a retired death eater as a father made him a little sensitive to dark magic…and this place was crawling with it.
Harry took control of the scene and started questioning those already there and Serpens who was really no help at all.
The aurors were trying to reconstruct what happened, but they weren’t having much luck. Serpens was distraught, pacing back and forth, babbling.
“Roger seemed perfectly fine when I left! How is this possible?” He pulled a hand through his hair.
Draco had the urge to beat the shit of the little snot. He may not have done it, he may not be linked to it, but he was part of Hermione’s guard. There was some responsibility.
Roger, Draco soon found out was in St. Mungo’s, critical care. Pupitatis Curse, some pretty nasty stuff. The victim becomes a marionette, like the Imperious curse, except while under the influence his blood slowly boils the longer the victim is under the curse.
The victim’s mind is present but no control over his body. He is a witness to his attackers whims. He was on a long road to recovery.
Draco traced the steps from the front of the building to the apparition spot where one small emerald green with platinum accents shoe was close by. He repeated it again, trying to get a sense of what happened. Did she lose the shoe while running?
Draco spun in a circle, trying to link what he knew of Hermione to how she would fight an attacker off. It was obvious to him now there was a struggle before she made it to their, his, apartment.
He knew Hermione was a scraper when it came down to fighting. She was strong enough, but used what was around her. Like throwing books at his head in seventh year. She relied on her wand when confronted. But if she didn’t have her wand?
Draco looked at what could be used to fight off an attacker close to where he was standing. Crates, trash bins, bottles, bits of rubbish… Assuming the attacker got her away from her wand, he would have tried to pin her down, which would explain the lost shoe…
“Draco?” He heard Harry ask. Looking up both Ginny and Harry walked over.
“There was a struggle here.” He stated, pointing out different areas. “She lost her shoe trying to get away- the only way that is possible is if he somehow disarmed her. And we all know there is no way that is possible unless it was by surprise...”
“Draco…” Ginny said putting a hand on his arm.
“What?” He said, not looking at her, continuing the theme in his head.
Ginny spoke hesitantly. “They found blood.”
Draco turned his head so fast he got a crick in his neck. “Where?” he demanded.
Harry gestured to the trash can lid, dented and lying on its side. Draco rushed over, kneeling to take a good look. He looked again to the apparition spot. “It’s not hers.”
“Draco, you don’t know that. It needs to be tested.” Ginny whispered.
Draco rounded on her. “Yes I DO! She’s a fighter. How else do you think she got away?” He gestured to the shoe again.
Ginny looked imploringly to Harry, but he was nodding his head in agreement. “It makes sense. Struggle, she wiggles away, apparates out…”
Draco kept his eyes downcast, “You’re going to need to see the spot outside our apartment.”
Harry ordered the aurors to stay put until summoned. “After you.”
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Hermione had tried fifty different ways in the past hour to summon her wand and/or apparate to no success. She attempted breaking the nonexistent windows. She tested the durability of the front door- to no success. She was beginning to feel the familiar sensation of controlled panic. Without her wand, there was little she could do.
Just then, a figure popped into the living room.
“Honey, I’m home!” called a husky voice.
Hermione leaned over and vomited.
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32.
Entering the ally, Draco felt distinctly uneasy. Living in a manor with a retired death eater as a father made him a little sensitive to dark magic…and this place was crawling with it.
Harry took control of the scene and started questioning those already there and Serpens who was really no help at all.
The aurors were trying to reconstruct what happened, but they weren’t having much luck. Serpens was distraught, pacing back and forth, babbling.
“Roger seemed perfectly fine when I left! How is this possible?” He pulled a hand through his hair.
Draco had the urge to beat the shit of the little snot. He may not have done it, he may not be linked to it, but he was part of Hermione’s guard. There was some responsibility.
Roger, Draco soon found out was in St. Mungo’s, critical care. Pupitatis Curse, some pretty nasty stuff. The victim becomes a marionette, like the Imperious curse, except while under the influence his blood slowly boils the longer the victim is under the curse.
The victim’s mind is present but no control over his body. He is a witness to his attackers whims. He was on a long road to recovery.
Draco traced the steps from the front of the building to the apparition spot where one small emerald green with platinum accents shoe was close by. He repeated it again, trying to get a sense of what happened. Did she lose the shoe while running?
Draco spun in a circle, trying to link what he knew of Hermione to how she would fight an attacker off. It was obvious to him now there was a struggle before she made it to their, his, apartment.
He knew Hermione was a scraper when it came down to fighting. She was strong enough, but used what was around her. Like throwing books at his head in seventh year. She relied on her wand when confronted. But if she didn’t have her wand?
Draco looked at what could be used to fight off an attacker close to where he was standing. Crates, trash bins, bottles, bits of rubbish… Assuming the attacker got her away from her wand, he would have tried to pin her down, which would explain the lost shoe…
“Draco?” He heard Harry ask. Looking up both Ginny and Harry walked over.
“There was a struggle here.” He stated, pointing out different areas. “She lost her shoe trying to get away- the only way that is possible is if he somehow disarmed her. And we all know there is no way that is possible unless it was by surprise...”
“Draco…” Ginny said putting a hand on his arm.
“What?” He said, not looking at her, continuing the theme in his head.
Ginny spoke hesitantly. “They found blood.”
Draco turned his head so fast he got a crick in his neck. “Where?” he demanded.
Harry gestured to the trash can lid, dented and lying on its side. Draco rushed over, kneeling to take a good look. He looked again to the apparition spot. “It’s not hers.”
“Draco, you don’t know that. It needs to be tested.” Ginny whispered.
Draco rounded on her. “Yes I DO! She’s a fighter. How else do you think she got away?” He gestured to the shoe again.
Ginny looked imploringly to Harry, but he was nodding his head in agreement. “It makes sense. Struggle, she wiggles away, apparates out…”
Draco kept his eyes downcast, “You’re going to need to see the spot outside our apartment.”
Harry ordered the aurors to stay put until summoned. “After you.”
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Hermione had tried fifty different ways in the past hour to summon her wand and/or apparate to no success. She attempted breaking the nonexistent windows. She tested the durability of the front door- to no success. She was beginning to feel the familiar sensation of controlled panic. Without her wand, there was little she could do.
Just then, a figure popped into the living room.
“Honey, I’m home!” called a husky voice.
Hermione leaned over and vomited.