If You Were Mine

Blood Magic

As soon as Hermione was done at the Ministry she Apparated back home; she daren't linger in case some Death Eater snuck up on her. The New Order might think she was invincible, however she knew the only reason she had survived until now, was because of the company she kept. With Harry and Ron out of the picture... just how long would she last?

She materialised in her kitchen. A feeling of dread washed over her; she knew immediately something was off. The hair on the back of her arms stood to attention and her senses were suddenly heightened. Her heart started racing as she scanned the room; cupboards were open, the kitchen door left a jar. Someone had been inside her house. The smart thing to do would be to apparate away, somewhere safe, back to the Weasleys perhaps? For all she knew the Death Eaters had found her location, who else would sneak into her house when she was out? She kicked herself knowing that her wards had clearly failed to keep them out.

The kitchen light hanging from the ceiling quivered, drawing her attention, whoever had broken in was upstairs. Hermione tiptoed out of the kitchen, through the living room into the hallway, keeping her wand at the ready in case someone jumped out at her. She held her breath and listened to the faint footsteps from upstairs. It sounded like they were in her bedroom.

I should get out of here before it's too late! She warned herself. Yet she pressed forward against her better judgment. Maybe that snatcher was right about her... she wanted to die. She didn't bother checking the other rooms, instead she went straight to the source of the noise.

Stun them, bind them... call the Ministry! She repeated in her head. That's simple, that's all she needed to do. Her bedroom door was open, she could hear clattering from inside as someone searched her belongings. With slow steady breaths and her adrenaline coursing through her veins, Hermione dove into her room; shooting a stunning spell at the intruder. He deflected her spell as if playing pin pong, not much reaction, he had keen reflexes. It took her a few seconds to realise it wasn't just any Death Eater; it was Draco!

'You're  not exactly very stealthy Granger, I heard your ragged breathing a mile off,' he said cocking his head to the side. Draco was leant up against her dresser, using his wand to knock things on to the floor like a bored cat.

'Draco!' she screeched, clutching her chest, feeling her heart almost explode. 'What on earth are you doing here? How did you find me?' she asked startled, she kept her wand pointed at him.

He magically opened one of her drawers. Lifting a pair of her undergarments up with his wand. Hermione stormed forward and snatched them off him and slammed the drawer shut.

'Don't get your knickers in a twist!' he smirked down at her. Clearly enjoying her torment. Hermione was bright red and flustered.

'How did you find me?' she asked again, backing away from him, putting a safe distance between them. Her wand was by her side and her hand twitched, itching to curse him.

'I have my ways,' he said. She knew that was all he would give her. Just like his father apparently they both had no problem breaking her protective shields and learning her secrets. 'Your wards were not very hard to break. I'll help you secure the house... so no one else can find you,' he offered and he sounded almost genuine.

'I don't need any help from you,' she said stubbornly.

'I beg to differ,'

'Why are you here Draco?' she placed her hands on her hips.

'I thought you'd love a visit from your boyfriend!' he grinned. Hermione shifted from one leg to the other, and flicked her hair, while shooting him an unimpressed look.

'Very funny! I'm being serious!'

'Just... checking in,' he said starting to wander around her room. Using his wand to disturb her belongings. 'I didn't realise you lived so much like a muggle,' he commented.