Harmonious Fire

Chapter Five

Harry hadn't locked her in her room, but everywhere she went she felt eyes on her. Harry and Ron had disappeared again, she didn't know where, but they had obviously tasked people to keep watch over her. No matter where in the house she went, someone's eyes followed her, it was a nightmare. She was reaching the end of her tether. A week had passed already, and no hide nor hair had been seen of either Draco or Blaise. She allowed herself to rejoice somewhat, at least they hadn't been caught. But what was puzzling her, was why they hadn't tried to contact her yet. They had done it before without anyone finding out, so why was it taking them so long to do it this time? It kept her up at night, that nagging doubt in her, gnawing away. What if Wormtail had been lying, and the dragon wasn't Draco? What if she had been so hopeful that she had believed that crawling vermin, he could have been lying. Hermione bit back those fears, she couldn't re-question Wormtail, Harry had had him taken away soon after her last confrontation with him; so all she was left with the hope in her heart and mind that Draco was alive, and he was out there waiting for her. Then on the seventh night of her insomniac worrying, it happened. A sharp rap on her window, she bolted to it and wrenched the thing open. A magnificent black eagle owl hopped in, with a role of parchment attached to its leg. She excitedly pulled the paper off and hastily unrolled it. As she read the words her heart soared with joy, his neat black script filled her with elation. ...in the place where this started... That could only mean one place, the tree by the lake at Hogwarts. She skipped around the room, clutching the letter to her chest like a love sick schoolgirl. Now how in holy fucking hell was she going to give the guards at the house the slip, and meet him at Hogwarts without attracting the attention of Harry's spies. Her heart sank like a brick, this was going to be hard. But she had to try, now. She threw on a pair of jeans, a tank top and her robe, pulling the hood up with it. She pulled on her boots, and tucked her wand down the side of them. Drawing all her strength, she tried to apparate out of the room, but the wards were to strong for her to penetrate alone.

"Bugger," she said to herself. Pacing up and down and down and up, "Think, think, think!" She said to herself, then it came to her. She allowed herself to let go, to let the power take her over. Thinking of him and only him, he gave her strength. Her eyes darkened to black, and she felt the power whipping around her. A heavy fog descended on Grimmauld place, accompanied by a harrowing rain storm. She allowed it to really kick off, then bolted down the stairs, past a startled Auror on watch and out the front door. She could hear the cries behind her, shouting at her, but she paid them no heed. They wouldn't be able to see her in the fog, wouldn't be able to see her cloak tails whip round as she apparated away. She landed on her feet at the gates of the castle, she barely had time to regain her balance when someone grabbed her...

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Draco and Blaise had had to plan very carefully. Blaise had scouted the area surrounding the castle the day after they had arrived and it had been crawling with Potter's lackeys. They didn't know how long it would take the letter to get to her, or how long it would take her to escape. Draco had estimated about a week, but had sent a house elf up to the castle everyday to make sure. His heart was thudding with anticipation. Six years was a very long time to be apart from the one you loved. He found himself wondering whether she looked the same, or whether the years had changed her. He remembered her on her wedding day, she looked radiant, if only it had been him she had been marrying. Ah well, soon enough it would be. He would kill that Weasle for taking her from him, death was the best form of divorce in his opinion. He snickered to himself. It had now been a week since he had sent the letter, a week since their arrival in London. Blaise and Ginny had been working on a plan to retrieve Voldemorts object. No doubt whatever it was, was in fact the final Horcrux. He knew the Dark Lord had an inkling that his Horcruxes were being destroyed, thats why he had begun to age. This was Voldemort's panic that the last would be found and Potter would be coming for him. Draco always knew that his so called Dark Lord was just a sniveling coward. Still afraid of Harry Potter, not quite a boy anymore but not a fully advanced wizard at any rate. He laughed at the thought, anyhow, Voldemort should be more worried about his own followers. He had no idea that his those closest to him were plotting his demise. So that they could take his place. Draco flexed his hands, sharp bolts of magic flung forward igniting all the lamps in his room. Years of practice had honed his skills, and his ability astounded most of those around him. He was stronger when Blaise was around, and he'd be stronger still when he got Hermione back. His thoughts strayed back to her, his Goddess, the other half of his being. The nighttime darkness rolled in around him, and he felt sleep pulling him under. He rose from his desk and made his way through the adjoining door to his bedroom. The magnificent four poster bed, stood as the only feature in the otherwise empty room. He collapsed onto the black satin sheets, and closed his eyes. Images of Hermione danced in front of his eyes, her hair wild as her power whipped around her. Her keening moans as he thrust into her. The gleaming chocolate of her eyes, looking into his soul. A small smile on his lips, he fell asleep. An hour, maybe two passed, he tossed and turned in his sleep, something was keeping him from his rest. Than it hit him, a wave of something so strong, it pulled on him, he gasped for air. It felt like the magic was being wrenched out of him, then something else. An overwhelming feeling, that he hadn't felt in six years. It was her. She was coming back to them. He jumped from the bed, his lithe body springing quickly into action. He raced down the corridor and slammed into Blaise and Ginny's suite, hollering,

"BLAISE! Wake up! We've gotta go!" Blaise lifted his head wearily and said,

"What the fuck Draco?!"

"Didn't you feel it? She's going there, now, tonight, this instance. Get up, get moving. We're leaving now!" Blaise was awake in a moment, he bolted from the bed and threw on some clothes, Ginny began to stir, saying,

"What is going on?" Blaise went to her, and stroked her head lightly,

"Go back to sleep love, Draco and I are going to get Hermione. We'll be back before you know it." She nodded then fell back asleep, not really taking it in. Draco was like an impatient child, bouncing on his heels,

"Come on, come on!" Blaise chuckled, then followed Draco out the door to the entrance hall of the flat. Without warning, Draco pulled Blaise into a deep and passionate kiss, "This is it Blaise, the moment we've been waiting for, for years." Blaise kissed him back, just as deeply, then grabbed his hand. They nodded and then perfectly in sync apparated to Hogwarts. They landed just in time to see Hermione being dragged up towards the ruins by what they assumed to be Potter's guards. Then lo and behold Potter and Weasley arrived themselves, looking arrogantly smug. Blaise heard Draco growl in anger, he grabbed him by the arm,

"You just gonna barge in there?! Don't be so fucking stupid, there are about five Aurors plus the Weasle and Pothead. We can't take all of them." Draco shucked his arm out of Blaise's grip,

"I am not leaving her, not again! I don't care how many of them there are." Draco's eyes had begun to turn black, a deep, inky black, Blaise could feel his anger, and his power. It coiled around them like vines, whipping through the air with a crack. Then the world went dark, rain so heavy he couldn't see as far as a foot in front of his nose. Lightning rippled across the skies. Then everything was still. Draco stood immobile, waiting for her answer. The heavy rumble of thunder answered back, he smirked. "I'm coming Angel." Then without warning he leapt from their hiding and made for the gates.

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They dragged her up the path towards the ruin of the castle, she kicked and screamed at them to let her go, but to no avail. Then predictably Harry and Ron showed up. Harry was yelling at her, Ron was yelling at her but she tuned them out. She could feel it all around her, it was calling her. The power, the magic. Then she smiled, he was here. She could taste him on the air. The rain came, lashing down, soaking them in an instant. She felt his power taking over her, rising up within her, her eyes darkened, and she prepared herself. A bright bolt of silver white fork lightning illuminated the skies above her. She smiled, then raised her head to the heavens, commanding the thunder to answer him back. It rumbled across the sky like an earthquake. The Aurors holding her let go, like they had received electric shocks. Her head snapped down, eyes fixated on the direction of the gate. Harry and Ron, spun around, wands out. The gates burst open, but the rain was so dense they couldn't see anyone come through. She chuckled, she didn't need to see him, she could feel him, getting closer and closer. Hermione flickered her wrist, and Harry and Ron's wands flew out of their hands, landing with a soft thud on the grass in front of her.

"Didn't I tell you boys?" She said, with a tone so dripping with malice it was unrecognisable, "Didn't I warn you? He's come for me. He's here, and you will pay the price for what you did." She laughed. Somewhere in the grounds came another laugh, deeper, with a slight menacing tone to it. Her heart soared so high, she felt like she was floating. Without anymore warning a burst of red light shot out of the gloom, hitting Harry directly in the chest, he was flung backwards several feet. He hit the floor, his head colliding with a stone from the destroyed ruin. The Aurors had fled, to disturbed by the sudden turn of fortunes. They were young and stupid, to afraid of the enigma of the Dark Lord's two right hand men. Ron was on his own, she sniggered, Draco wouldn't even have to try. Another burst of light and Ron was held immobile. Out of the shadows she saw movement, then she saw him. Eyes as black as the night, his blonde hair slick with rainwater, his pale skin almost glowing in the darkness. It was like she was seeing a ghost, a very real, very solid ghost. Then next him, almost blending into his surroundings, only his indigo eyes shone through. Both of them, here and alive. Draco looked up, and saw her, his Goddess, beautiful as ever. Shining like a star in the darkness, a burning star, destroying everything around it. He chuckled, hell hath no fury like a women scorned, but scorned no longer. She ran to them, straight into Draco's willing arms. No words were needed, he kissed her with such a burning passion that the whole world around them disintegrated, and all that was left was them and their love for each other. Draco let her go, and she flung herself at Blaise, keeping her hand in Draco's, not wanting to be separated from him a moment longer. Blaise kissed her, and said quietly,

"Welcome home Cara." He let her go back to Draco, who held her so tight, he never wanted to let her go again. She looked up into his eyes, which had turned back to their normal silver colour, he gazed down on her in adoration. His soul was complete, as was hers. And now, now no-one on earth could stop them from their desires. He kissed her again, to make sure she was real and in his arms again. They were snapped out of their reunion by a muffled groan coming from a few feet away, Harry was stirring and they needed to vacate the area quick smart. Blaise looked at Draco,

"What do we do with him?" Indicating Ron, whose eyes were wide, as he stood unable to move. Draco sneered,

"I should kill him right here," He looked down at her, as if asking her permission, she didn't say or do anything, so Draco decided, "We take him with us." Blaise looked incredulous,

"For what?!" Draco smiled, held Hermione tight to him, and said in a cold, dangerous tone,

"Insurance." She smirked. Blaise grabbed Ron by the scruff of the neck and cocked a punch to the side of his head, knocking him out cold. He hauled him over his shoulder and spun away back to the flat. Draco spun on the spot, whisking them away, where they landed right in Draco's bedroom. She barely had time to gather herself before he flung her onto the bed. She laughed, and pulled him down to her. He grinned and with a wicked glint in his eyes, smothered her lips with his.

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Harry awoke just in time to watch four figures apparate away. He stared groggily at the empty space where Ron had been stood. He dragged himself slowly to his feet, but he couldn't stand for long. Ron was gone, and more than likely Malfoy would kill him. Another person he loved, lost to them. Just as he had lost her. His feet found the strength to stand, and with a heavy, defeated heart, he apparated away to Grimmauld Place, to bear the bad news to the waiting masses.

very very sheepishly cowers I'm sooooo sorry this has taken so long! My head wasn't in it over the holidays and i couldn't find the time to get round to updating. Thanks for being patient...that is if anyone reads this...! Also sorry this chapter is so short...I had to get it out the way. I promise the next will be pure Hr/D/B reunion smut!! Plus plotting and maybe some uber Ron bashing from our favourite Slytherin boys!!! wooop love much xxxx