COMPLETE. Hermione convinces Draco to spy for the Order and she becomes his handler. But what are Draco's true motivations? Hard to say when he's still figuring that out himself.
WINNER: 2022 Top Dramione Fics on Reddit
4th Place Wartime
2nd Place...
FYI: This story is officially as long as the Deathly Hallows. And it's 2/3 posted. :O Thanks for sticking with me everyone!
"So I saved Pothead's life?"
Hermione peered up into Draco's eyes.
Grey. They were grey. They had been grey all evening.
"You did."
"Hmm." A teasing grin played at his lips. "Well, nobody's perfect."
He chuckled after she smacked his chest with the back of her hand. Hermione brought her knees up to the bench and wrapped her arms around her shins, watching the kids play on the jungle gym as the sun set in the distance. He tightened his arm around her, and she snuggled into his side.
Draco had been mostly quiet this evening, unsettled by the events of yesterday and much like her now, thinking through the ramifications of Voldemort messing with their memories, and what the nonsensical events of Wembley Stadium meant.
Last night, Hermione had been primarily focused on Harry, crying in the waiting room with the Weasleys until he was released, good as new, and then collapsing into bed. What she and Alicia had mistaken as a simple laceration had continued to travel through his body, opening up a much larger wound. Mary had identified the curse right away and treated it before it could spread further and kill him. He was lucky the hex hit his arm, and not where any vital organs lay.
Despite some near fatal injuries, the Order weathered the attack. It was still unclear what the purpose of the whole operation was.
"How do you think your friends would react to me?" Hermione turned up to face him curiously, but he was watching the kids play, his expression was guarded. "To us," he clarified.
Draco had never shown much interest in how Harry or Ron or anyone else in the Order would process their relationship before. Perhaps coming face to face with Harry in battle made him consider the way in which he would be perceived.
"To the Muggle-born with the big, bad Death Eater?"
He huffed a laugh, but she heard a twinge of apprehension in his question. "Something like that."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
They seldom spoke about the future. It wasn't as if the future was a taboo subject between them, but Hermione wanted to avoid the topic of his pardon – or lack thereof – until she had answers and a solid path forward. She hated lying to him, hated that he thought he could still get clemency for his father.
"Your deeds during the war make up for the past," she reassured him. "We'd have been finished after that first raid if it weren't for you."
She watched his jaw move as he contemplated her words. Draco had been conflicted the last time Azkaban and his culpability in the war were brought up between them, which unsettled her.
