Harmonious Fire

Chapter Four
She slept soundly that night, locking herself once again in the library. Having returned from that filth ridden basement, she had showered and secluded herself from the rest of the house. No doubt, they had no desire to be in her company and that suited her just fine. So, she had retired to the library, conjuring a small camp bed in the corner for herself. She awoke the next morning, refreshed and happier then she'd been in months, years even. He was alive, and he was coming back for her. Her heart was racing, and her body yearned for his touch. How she missed it, and soon, soon they would be reunited. All he had promised would come to pass, and the whole fucking world would tremble at their feet. She shivered at the thought. She flung the covers back, and dressed. Opening the door, she made her way to the kitchen, where as usual the whole fucking house were sitting down having 'family' time, she curled her lip at the lot of them. Not one of them looked at her, so she made coffee, black, just how she liked it. She sat in the vacant seat at the end of the table, and grabbed the paper from in front of Lupin. Her eyes widened at the headline,
NOTORIOUS DEATH EATER NOW BELIEVED TO BE STILL ALIVE!
Below it was a picture, Draco in his seventh year at school, looking deliciously handsome. Her breath hitched in her throat, as she read the article, blah blah rumored that notorious Death Eater, Draco Malfoy, son of the late Lucius Malfoy may still be alive. Our source has informed us that Malfoy has been in hiding ever since the incident that took place at Hogwarts School six years ago. As we all know, it was thought that Malfoy had been killed by Harry Potter, but apparently survived the encounter. The Ministry issued this statement: "We have been informed of this new development and are proceeding to investigate the claims made that Draco Malfoy is still alive. We ask the public to be vigilant, Malfoy is dangerous and should not be approached." And what of his companion Blaise Zabini? Our source also informed us that the two may be coming back to London. Let's hope that the Ministry catches these two...blah blah. Hermione's heart was thudding, she skimmed the rest of the article, then looked up at Harry. He had been watching her, waiting for her reaction. Only he could be the source that the Daily Prophet made reference to, only she, Mrs Weasley and Harry knew that Draco may still be alive, and Wormtail, but the state she had left him in last night...well, he wasn't going anywhere for a while. Harry lifted his cup of coffee at her in a mock gesture of friendship, she closed her eyes and counted to ten, pushing down the urge to leap across the room and tear his fucking eyes out. When she opened them again, half the kitchen had cleared, and only certified Order members remained. The daily meeting, where the hot topic of conversation was bound to be her lover's return from the dead. She didn't want to hear it. Before she could even get up to head for the door, Harry's glare pinned her to her seat, he said in a stern voice,
"Don't you even think about going anywhere. You're going to be a part of this, whether you want to be or not." She scowled and got up to leave anyway, but was stopped by Ron in her path,
"Move," she growled, he stood his ground though. Her nerves were on the last tether, "Get out my way now, or I will..."
"You'll what Hermione? Kill me. Go ahead, I'd like to see you try, in front of everyone here. Now sit down and shut up." He shoved her back into her seat. She opened her mouth to protest, but then thought better of it, he'd get what was coming to him when Draco returned. They all would. Harry removed his gaze from her and addressed the whole room,
"As you've all inevitably heard, Draco Malfoy is still alive. It hasn't been confirmed but we have to assume that this information is valid. I want surveillance around the Ministry doubled, night watches on the house and a sentry on duty at Hogwarts ruin. Do not approach him, confirm he's alive and report back. He's mine to finish. Understand?" A murmur or yes' rippled around the room. Harry looked at Hermione, as if daring her to disagree in front of everyone. She kept her mouth shut. Harry was satisfied, he turned to Ron, "Spilt everyone up into groups, no one goes into this alone. Assign their positions." Ron nodded and got to it. Harry walked to her, grabbed her by the shoulder and hauled her out of the kitchen and into his study. She shoved him off her,
"What the fuck is your problem?!" She shouted, he pushed her against the door, slamming his hand above her head, getting right up close to her,
"I don't want you leaving this house, you understand? I'll lock you in your room if I have to but you don't leave." She kept her cool, but she felt her power rise, eyes darkening,
"You may be able to keep him in, but get this Potter," she spat the name out as if it was acid on her tongue. Then she smirked, a true, crack of a Slytherin smirk, "You won't be able to keep them out. They'll be coming for me, and this place will burn."
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"You ready?" She asked him. He looked over at the redhead, who was shoving her expensive clothes into a bag with rapid haste, he ignored her. He tutted,
"You know I paid good money for those clothes, you could treat them a bit better." She didn't take any notice, making to walk past to the bathroom, but he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. She squealed,
"Blaise! Didn't you hear what that letter said?! Voldemort is on his way here now, and if we don't get Draco out of here, we all end up dead!" They had discovered the previous day that Draco had once again ignored summons from the Dark Lord, therefore provoking his wrath. Draco, of course, wasn't fazed but Ginny had taken it upon herself to move their trip forward a couple of days. So Blaise and Draco were coerced into leaving sooner then they had wanted to. She tried to shove him off her, but he swooped down and kissed her,
"Relax Red," he whispered into her hair, "We are going to be fine, I'll go and see if Draco is ready. You just take it easy and be down in the study in half an hour. Okay" She nodded subduedly, he had the ability to just do that, placate her with a few choice words. Leaving his wife to it, Blaise left to find Draco. He checked Draco's room, but it was empty, the curtains drawn and the drawers cleaned out. The next place to look was the study, but he wasn't there either. That left one last place, the library. Lo and behold there he was, sprawled across the sofa, sleeping like a baby. His blond hair was messed, and he had a troubled look on his face. Blaise looked on fondly, they might fight like cats most of the time, and a lot of the time Blaise couldn't stand the blonds attitude but at the end of the day the Italian knew only one thing, he loved the selfish bastard, rain and shine. Draco looked like he was deep in a dream, his eyelids were flickering rapidly, Blaise went to wake him...

*****He could see her but he couldn't reach her.
"HERMIONE!" He yelled, but she didn't respond. Then Potter was there, laughing. The Weasle to. "Fucking bastards," he spat, advancing on them. Potter stopped laughing, then squared up to him,
"Face it Malfoy, she's moved on. She doesn't want you anymore." Then the scene shifted, and she was in front of him. She was crying,
"Draco, please, help me..." Then she disappeared. He shouted,
"Hermione! Come back! NO!"*****

"Draco," he said gently, "Draco wake up, we've got to leave soon, Draco!" The blond twitched, then shot up, yelling,
"NO!" as he woke, his eyes were almost pitch black. Blaise was at his side in an instant,
"Draco!" The whole room was shaking, and the books were starting to fall from the shelves, "DRACO! Calm down!" A hand shot out and twisted itself around Blaise's neck, shoving him up and back into the wall,
"We have to go NOW! I can't fucking do this anymore Blaise!" He loosened his grip, but didn't relinquish the hold,
"Do what...?" Blaise managed to choke out,
"I can't fucking be without her. If we leave it any longer, it'll be to late." He let his friend go, Blaise pulled the blond into his arms,
"We will find her. I swear it, we will take her back and kill those fucking idiots who took her from us in the first place." Draco pulled out the embrace and nodded in agreement, his eyes had returned to their normal grey colour, but his look remained dark,
"Potter's mine, I am going to make sure that son of a bitch pays for what he did to her." Draco's looked turned lustful and he sprung forward, pinning Blaise to the wall, covering his lips in a hungry kiss. Blaise smirked into it, half an hour well spent before they had to leave. He tore Draco's shirt from his shoulders and unbuckled his belt with one move. Draco growled and flipped Blaise round, nipping at his ear. He shoved Blaise's trousers and boxers done, shirking his own as well. Blaise's arm snaked around Draco's neck, smashing their lips together. Draco smirked, then with one fluid move of his hips, entered him. Blaise moaned with pleasure and soon they were fucking like rabbits against the wall. The power in the room was overwhelming and the whole place was seeping in it, as the two men lost themselves with each other, thinking about the woman they loved.

Half an hour later, Ginny skipped down the stairs to the study. She had felt the sudden upsurge of power in the place and assumed that her husband had found Draco. Something must have happened to cause the power surge, either a heated argument or a heated something else. She tried not to think about it. She found them waiting for her in the study, both of them looking impatient, bouncing on their heels. Draco let out a huff as she entered,
"Christ Weaslette, what the fuck have you been doing up there?!" She ignored him and went to stand by Blaise's side. Blaise chuckled and sent a half amused glance at the blond.
"You ready?" He said the Draco, who nodded. Blaise looked down at Ginny, "Hold on tight." She squeezed her eyes shut and felt the rush of air as they apparated out. Neither man had told her where they were going, just that it was in London somewhere. Apparently it was at some flat of Malfoy's that no-one had a clue about, she didn't know. However when they landed, she was in for a shock. The place was massive. Marble floors for miles, and an army of house elves ready to tend to their every need. She gasped in delight. Blaise smiled affectionately, "Like it, Red?"
"It's beautiful." Draco sniggered,
"Yeah well, you better. We're gonna be here for a while. Now why don't you run along upstairs and find a room that suits you." She squealed in delight and made off up the huge staircase. He turned to Blaise, whose expression had turned dark, he cocked an eyebrow,
"Where do we start?" Draco smiled,
"We start by trying to send her an owl, it may be possible now we're back in the country. Failing that, we go to Hogwarts." Blaise nodded,
"I presume you already have a letter to send her?" Draco pulled a white envelope out of his pocket, whistling through his teeth, he called his black eagle owl to him. Attaching the letter to the bird's leg, he murmured softly,
"Find her, don't stop until you have." He released the bird, which soared out the doors into the night. Draco watched it go, with a pensive stare, then without another word, retired to the top floor and his private suite.
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Hermione,
I've written this letter a thousand times, but the words have never seemed to come out right. Don't be alarmed, I promise you its me. I never wanted this to happen, for us to be apart, its killing me. These six years have been a living hell...ask Blaise, he'll tell you in vehement detail! I know that by learning I'm still alive, you are probably angry. I swear to you Darling, I didn't want to leave. When I had recovered from the injuries inflicted on me by that fucking wanker, I wanted nothing more than to return to you as soon as possible. But, the situation, it seemed prevented me from doing so. I heard of your marriage. I thought, God help me, that you had forgotten about me, us, what we had. I was at your wedding, I watched as he walked you down the aisle. I saw it in your eyes, you weren't there. It wasn't you. I knew then that there was hope. I returned to Voldemort, and pledged to him to let me help destroy Potter once and for all. He granted me that. I begun working for him, along with Blaise and my Father. Of course what Lucius and the Dark Lord didn't know was that we were using their resources to recover Horcruxes and destroy them one by one. And only when I had destroyed the last one, could I kill Him and take you back. Unfortunately during our search, my Father happened upon Blaise and I, in let's just say a very compromising position. I did what I had to do. I believe that Prophet recorded the circumstances as suspicious. Anyway, as is life, the situation changed again, and we are returning to London. If this letter finds you, know this: I am coming for you Angel. We'll destroy the last Horcrux together, and take the world as I promised you all those years ago. I'll be waiting for you, in the place where all this started. You know where I mean. If you don't come, then I will tear this fucking city apart looking for you. I love you, never forget that.
Always yours,
Draco
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