Letters and Memories

A/N: Here's chapter five for you, hope you like it.
~~The book and the author i mentioned in this chapter, was just my imagination. but if by any chance they are real, well obviously they don't belong to me~~
~~Harry Potter also not mine~~



Out Of Hiding


Mean while in a little hut somewhere in London.

“Draco, if you take one more step, I’m going to put a body bind on you,” said Severus Snape.

“Uncle Sev how can you just sit there and do nothing.”

“Draco have some patience, your pacing is driving me insane.”

“Well, I can’t just sit down like you, I’ve been in this dammed hut for what feels like a year.”

“Oh don’t be so exaggerated Draco, it’s not even that bad.”

“Not even that bad. What are you talking about? I can’t leave this hell, I can’t use any magic, there’s nothing in here to keep me entertained. I am bored to death.”

“Okay I’ve changed my mind, I’m going to put a silencing charm on you.”

“When can I get out of here?”

“I don’t know Draco, now please be quiet, I need to think.”

“Fine.”

For the next hour or so they sat in absolute silence until.

‘Crack’

“Could that be him?” said Draco getting to his feet.

“And who else knows where we are hidden?”

‘Knock-knock-knock’

“Password?” came Snape’s voice from inside the hut.

“Lemon Drops,” said the new comer.

“Thank Merlin you’re back,” said Snape stepping aside to let the new comer in.

“No patience Severus,” chuckled the new comer. “Ah, Draco how are you?”

“Driving me insane,” mumbled Snape.

“I haven’t seen daylight in days Sir, I’m bored,” answered Draco ignoring Snape’s comment.

“That good huh?”

“Do you have any news for us Sir?” asked Draco trying to keep his cool.

“Yes I just happen to do so,” answered the new comer with a smile.

“Please, entertain us,” said Snape.

“Well, they have finished with the memories.”

“Do you think they understand the meaning behind them?” asked Snape.

“I don’t know if they understand but I know that miss Granger is adding two ad two together.”

“How is she?” asked Draco.

“She looks confused, but she’s doing good.”

“So they’re done. When can I come out?” asked Draco.

“Send an owl to Harry and wait for his answer, as soon as you get it than you may leave.”

“What should I write?”

“Tell him that you are to come to Head Quarters as soon as possible.”

“But-

“Go on Draco, you’re smart I know you’ll think of something to write,” he paused and waited for Draco to leave the room to send his owl and turned to
Snape. “I have heard some rumors among the portraits that Voldemort is forming a new army.”

“I haven’t heard much yet, but he did ask for my opinion.”

“Lord Voldemort asked for your opinion?”

“Yes, he has made me his right hand man ever since the funeral of Albus Dumbledore.”

“Yes that would lend anyone the right hand position with him.’

“Why thank you for your vote of confidence.”

“Now, now let’s not get all worked up. Back to the rumors.”

“Like I said I haven’t heard much, all I heard was that he isn’t going to be using his Death Eaters to fight his final battle.”

“Next time you get summoned find out more if you can please.”

“Of course.”

“Owl has been sent, I’m off to bed,” said Draco peeking his head in the room.

********

Back in Hogwarts.

Hermione’s thoughts were a train wreck. What was she to do now? All she knew, all she thought she knew, had just been proved wrong in one day, kind of like when she first found out that she was a witch. Her world was turned upside down, well, it wasn’t that drastic this time but she hated feeling like this, she hated not knowing what’s next. Yeah Snape had voiced the curse to kill Dumbledore, but it wasn’t because he wanted to, it was because of a stupid vow; and Draco who she thought was a Death-Eater-Muggle-Hating-Bastard didn’t hate her at all. She had no idea how to deal with this new information. I mean he’s hot and all but she hates him, fells bad for him but still hates all he has done to her and her friends. So in the end, she hates him.

“Oh sometimes I hate being a witch.”

‘No you don’t,’ said a little voice inside her head ‘and plus you know it feels good to have a boy want you, and not just any boy either, but the Slytherin god himself.’

“Oh shut up,” she said to the voice. “Great now I’m listening to voices inside my head.”

‘You know you want him, I mean what girl wouldn’t.’ teased the voice.

“I said shut up,” she dropped onto her bed. “Maybe a book will keep me entertained,” she reached for her trunk and took out a romance novel that her friend back home had given her for her birthday. A book called ‘Playing with the devil’ by Jane Potter. “Maybe she’s related to Harry,” said Hermione reading over the cover of the book.

She started to flip through that pages, it was interesting enough to clear her mind from the day’s event but not enough to keep her from dosing on and off.

“Hey you,” came a sweet but strong voice from the door way. Hermione could see the silhouette of a man, but could not tell who it was.

“Who’s there?”

The man stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Once he stepped closer to the bed, she could now see who the man was.

“Oh Merlin,” she whispered.

“Not quiet love, just Draco.”

“How… when… what…?”

“I see you have many questions.”

“Well yeah,” she said forcing her voice out. “What are you doing here? Where have you been?”

“Calm down love, one question at a time.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you,” he said simply.

“But why?”

“Because I missed you.”

“Where were you?” she asked ignoring his last answer.

“We were hiding.”

“Why?”

“Because that was the plan.”

“But-

“Later, I promise that we can talk later, now, I came to ask you for something.”

“And what was that.”

“I was told that you saw the memory.”

“Yeah, and?”

“And I was wondering if I could have a hug,” but his last word was barely a whisper.

“I’m sorry, a what?”

“A hug.”

Draco Malfoy wants a hug from me. Wow I must be dreaming… Oh what the hell.

“Why?” she asked. She had to, asking questions made her feel at ease.

“Why not?”

‘I don’t know maybe because you’re Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy the notorious Death Eater. And just for and grand finale WE ARE ENEMYS’ her logical brain screamed at her. Draco opened his arms and just stood there looking every bit of what he was not supposed to look – innocent --.

‘Oh look at him, don’t leave him hanging,’ said the voice again. Without her consent, her legs swung to the side of the bed and carried her to stand in front of him. “traitor” she mumbled to her legs.

“What’d you say?” he whispered.

But she didn’t answer him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he took this opportunity to wrap his around her waist. They remained like that for a couple of minutes or so, his grip on her was like someone on the edge of a cliff holding on to a root for dear life. She pushed back from his body and he loosened his grip on her but did not let her go completely. She looked deep into his eyes, he gazed right back at her and for a moment she saw him, all walls that he had built around himself crumbled and fell. She was looking at him and for the first time she saw him.

“Draco…”

“Shh… don’t.”

His eyes were watery, he had her in his arms but she was yet so far away that it pained him. He would never admit this for his pride was bigger than him. But it pained him indeed. He knew if she started to talk that she would find a reason to get away from him, not that he blamed her at all, but he knew that if she did he wouldn’t be able to hold back tears. She had, with one soft glance his way, destroyed the walls he had worked so hard to build around his heart. Hermione saw this, she could clearly see conflict going on behind his grey eyes, so she shut off her brain and followed what her heart so desperately wanted. She kissed him. She stood on her tip-toes and pressed her lips to his. For a moment he did nothing, he was too shocked to even think. She was about to move away, ‘what are you doing?’ her brain had kicked in again, but before she could move away she felt his hand move up her back until he was holding the back of he head in place, than he pressed his lips harder against hers, his tong moving over her lips asking for permission to enter. And surprisingly enough she granted.

The kiss was passionate, it was desperate. With his tongue now exploring her mouth, she started to move hers as if exploring foreign territory. His tasted wrong, it was supposed to taste like foul waste but it didn’t, it tasted heavenly, it tasted like cotton-candy. She didn’t want to let go but she was in desperate need of air, she let go of his mouth and he started to kiss down her neck, leaving a burning trail behind. He started to nibble and suck on her neck, ‘Oh Merlin, I never thought my neck was this sensitive’ she thought to herself. ‘What are you doing? THAT’S MALFOY’ her brain had kicked into gear again and was trying desperately to knock some sense into her. She grabbed his head with both hand and brought it upwards so that they were seeing eye to eye.

“What are we doing?” but she sounded more breathless than she wanted to.

“I need you,” he said not bothering to hide how breathless she made him feel.

“Why? Why me?”

“I want you.”

“Be serious Malfoy.”

“Draco, please just Draco.”

“Draco I can’t, we can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Tell me Hermione, tell me to go away and you’ll never see me again.”

“I… uhm…”

“I want you. I’ve wanted you since third year. Please Hermione, tell me.”

“I don’t know Draco, I’m so confused… I hate feeling this way. I don’t want you to go away forever,” she pause ‘yes you do, come on tell him’ said her brain. “I’m sorry I just had a long day and I just need to think things through.”

He smiled at her.

“Wait a minute,” she called.

“What?”

“Did you just smile at me? At me, Hermione-Bookworm-Know-It-All-Gryffindor-Granger.”

“Why yes,” he smiled again, but this was for the way she called herself.

“Stop that,” she said blushing a little. “But why?”

“Because I was expecting you to tell me to go away and never come within a hundred yards of you ever again, so I was happy.”

“Believe me so was I.” she had said this meaning the first not the later, and to her surprise, the look on his face told her that he understood just what she was trying to say.

___Silence___

“I don’t have much time, I have to go.”

“Okay,”

“Can I have an other kiss before I go?”

“I don’t thin-

But before she could finish her sentence he closed the distance between them and captured her lips on his. When he pulled away and spoke to her his voice was feminine.

“Herms wake up.”

“Draco what are you talking about?”

“Draco? Hermione wake up, it’s me Ginny.”

“What?” she shot up in bed. “What’s going on Gin?”

“I’m the one who should be asking you what’s going on.”

“Draco where is he?”

“Draco? As in memory Draco?” Ginny was really confused.

“How many Dracos do we know?” Hermione was getting frustrated.

“None. I don’t any, I know of one but I don’t really know him.”

“Well, point. Now where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“But he was just here, you had to have seen him.”

“Come on wake up, you must have been dreaming.”

“But it… Are you sure?”

But Ginny didn’t have to answer her friend, a look was all it took.

“I’m sorry you did just wake me up. But Gin that was so real, I can still…” But Ginny never heard her finish her sentence because half way though it Hermione had laid back in bed and covered her face with her pillow.

“You can still… what?” said Ginny pulling the pillow away from her face.

“Never mind, like you said it was just a dream.”

“Maybe so, but I’m your friend and if you just had a dream with the Slytherin-Bad-boy, than I deserve to know.”

“I don’t remember it,” she was trying to lie but she was blushing deeply.

“Oh you are such a horrible liar, one would think that all these years of mischief with my brother and Harry you would’ve learned how to lie a little better. And you are blushing so spill.”

“I’m not getting out of telling you, am I?”

“No way.”

“Gin I just had the most realistic dream of my life…”

“Let me guess? Draco.”

“Yeah, but it was so real, I mean, I can still taste his lips.”

“Hermione you naughty girl, were you having sex dreams with Malfoy?”

“No Ginny it was nothing like that. We just kissed, but Gin I can still smell him, as if he was in this room.”

“Maybe you just had a long day.”

“Could be, but it was just so real.”

“Yeah, yeah never mind your dream now, I have juicy news.”

“What? Tell me,” and just like that she pushed her dream with Draco to the back of her mind.

“I did it.”

“What did you do?”

“ ‘It’ I did it.”

“What? Ohh, you called me naughty.”

“I guess.”

“So how was it?”

“Well, it hurts like getting stung from a blast-ended screwt at first, but Oh Merlin Herms,” Ginny said fanning herself with her hands. “he was so nice, so gentle.”

“Well, I’m happy for you.”

“Really. You don’t look it.”

“No really, I am. I just feel like I’m going to be the only eighty years old virgin in the wizarding world.”

“Don’t talk like that, I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

“Oh be serious Ginny, who’s going to like me, bushy hair and no sense of fashion what so ever. There was your brother but now even he’s got someone.”

“Stop sulking, it does not suit you, and plus Malfoy likes you.”

“Come off it Gin.”

“Fine, all you have to do is show some skin, and get some hair potions. And of course take me shopping the next time you go.”

“No I don’t think so.”

“Come on live a little, you’re Head Girl which means it’s your last year. Come on shock people.”

“Fine, we still have a couple weeks left before school starts. When we go shopping, I’ll let you shop for me. Merlin knows I must have lost my mind.”

“Why? For trusting me?” Ginny sounded offended.

“No silly, for trusting you to shop for me.”

“I have an idea.”

“Should I be scared?” Hermione asked.

“No you shouldn’t. I think that you should let me shop for what you’ll wear on Bill’s wedding.”

“I don’t know Gin.”

“Come on I’ll swear a wizards oath that I’ll not make you look like a strumpet.”

“No need for a wizards oath, just promise as a friend.”

“I promise.”

“Good enough, now let’s go to sleep.”

“G’night then.”

“Night Gin.”

They dosed off into an uneasy sleep, both had something on their mind. Ginny too excited about what had just happened and Hermione afraid- or was she- of another dream with Draco Malfoy.

“Gin, Mione wake up,” called Ron from the bottom of the stairs, him and Harry still hadn’t figured out how to get passed the alarm. “Come on WAKE UP,” he yelled.

“Ronald Weasley this has better be good or I’m going to hex you until graduation night,” said Hermione walking down the steps just as he was about to yell again.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, go get dressed,” Ron said blushing deeply.

“Ronald I am dressed, now what was so important that you had to be so bloody loud,” Hermione was wearing a pair of pajamas her mom had bought for her, short shorts and a tank top that reached just above the navel.

“Well, maybe in the muggle world you call that clothes, but here in the wizarding world we call that underwear-

“Ronald leave her alone what did you want?” said Ginny, looking more livid than Hermione was.

“Harry’s got an owl,” Ron said avoiding Hermione.

“That’s why you woke us up as if the castle was being attacked by Voldemort Himself, I should hex you just for-

“It’s from Malfoy,” Ron interrupted before Hermione could go on her rampage.

“We’ll be down soon,” said Ginny walking back to the room.

“Fine,” was all Ron managed to say before Hermione stormed back into the room.

“Here,” said Ginny handing Hermione a bathrobe, “let’s go see what Malfoy has to say.”

Hermione put on the bathrobe and followed Ginny down to the common room.

“What does it say Harry?” asked Ginny upon arrival.

“He’s clever, very clever,” answered Harry.

“Leave it to that git to write you letter saying that he is very clever,” piped Ron.

“No mate, I said he’s clever. The letter he wrote me is charmed to look like a love letter, it took me a while to work through the charms.”

“Wow, I need to learn that,” said Ron.

“You need to learn loads Ron, now let Harry tell us what’s in the letter,” said Hermione.

“I’ll just read it aloud,” Harry cleared his throat and started:

‘Potter
I’ve heard from a reliable source that you and your friends have finished going through the memories.
My hide out is no longer safe, and I need to go somewhere that is, the only place I can think of, and believe me I’ve done some thinking, is Head Quarter.
Please don’t take too long to reply. The owl will wait for your response. I need your permission to enter headquarters.
D.M.’

“He wants to go to Grimmauld Place?” asked Ron.

“No I think he needs to,” added Ginny.

“What are you going to do Harry?” asked Hermione.

“I’m going to reply, and by the way Malfoy has girls handwrighting,” said Harry getting to his feet to find ink, quill and parchment.

“Hermione, we should go find Professor McGonagall,” suggested Ginny.

“Yeah, we should, maybe she can help us with some of those memories,”

“I’m going to go send an owl to mum, before she dies of worries,” said Ron getting to his feet and walking out of the portrait hole.


~~*~~Thank you for reading, R&R please.
Luv Nina