𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

☾ Chapter 45

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Hermione and Draco remained in the safe house for one week.

It was their last day there, and with tea on the stove, books strewn out across tabletops, they desperately searched for the whereabouts of the gryffindor sword whilst waiting for the kettle to whistle.

"Another one finished," Draco murmured, staring deeply into the last page before slamming it shut, "Would you like to have a look, see if I missed anything?"

With the book in one hand he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her into his side.

"I trust you," Hermione sighed, taking a bite of the leftover sheperd's pie they'd eaten for dinner the previous night, "Put it in the pile."

He waltzed to the door and placed it on top of the ever growing stack of literature.

"Perhaps we should search for stuff like letters? Books aren't personal. Letters will contain more useful information."

"And where do you propose we find these letters, Granger?"

"Maybe we could go to Hogsmeade, ask Aberforth if he knows anything. We could also check Diagon Alley, I know Ollivander's stores old documents."

"Two of the most dangerous places to be in the entirety of the wizarding world right now," he scoffed, arms crossed defensively over his chest, "The answer is no."

The disappointment in her eyes sent a small ache to his heart.

"But-"

"We aren't going, Granger."

"I don't need your protection," she sputtered out with furrowed brows, placing another book on top of their 'this is useless' collection.

"Would you prefer to go alone?" He crossed his arms with a sly smirk, leaning back on the kitchen table, "By all means, Granger, be my guest."

Her silent pout was enough of an answer.

Of course he would never leave her side.

"That's what I thought," he smirked, placing a kiss to her temple before hoisting her up and placing her in his lap with a sigh.

"Bad things happen when you put us in this position," Hermione raised her brows, placing her hands around his neck before burying her nose in his shoulder.

"No wonder we can't get any work done," he muttered jokingly, wrapping his hands around her waist, "We need to pack, Granger. Come help with the bags."

She let out a dissatisfied groan before hopping to the floor, following him up the stairs where their magically extended luggage resided.

"We have four more books to search through this afternoon, we can leave the rest," Draco exclaimed, running a comb through his hair before spritzing cologne onto his jacket.

"Why can't we just stay here until we're... well, caught or something?" Hermione pleaded, sitting down on their soft bed with a sigh. She missed her black blanket.

They hadn't had enough room, and she'd had to leave it behind. Despite many undetectable extension charms, each bag was packed to the brim.

"Blaise says it's best to stay for no more than a week. It isn't safe any longer than that," Draco continued, placing the rest of her belongings inside her backpack, "Besides. We shouldn't be making any... emotional attachments. What if something bad happens, Granger?"