Dramione Drabbles

1. Set It Free

"Please." Draco collapsed at the foot of his bed, head hanging low. "Give me a sign you're alive."

She watched him pore over countless missives, hiring every private investigator in the country to look for her. Throwing violent tantrums each time they shared bad news.

"I'm here!" she screamed soundlessly behind a glass wall.

Harry arrived one afternoon juggling a tower of boxes. "If anyone finds out I copied these—"

"They won't."

For weeks Draco sifted through Hermione's files, certain one of her projects had gone awry and someone was holding her captive.

Morsels of food appeared in her jar every day.

Though Draco barely glanced her way, she was a lovely creature, even with six legs and an exoskeleton.

No closer to finding her, he became haggard and pale, haunted by night terrors of Hermione's boundless torture.

"You know the statistics, darling, the first forty-eight hours," urged Narcissa. "She'd want you to move on."

A year passed before he brought another woman to his room.

Astoria Greengrass lifted the jar from his shelf and gushed over her pretty wings. "Oh! They shimmer like stardust. I've never seen one like this before."

Draco said nothing, focused on the starry night beyond the open window, turmoiled. "She's not coming back."

Astoria went quiet.

"Do you really believe that?" she asked softly, coming up beside him.

"No," he realised aloud, rubbing his fist over his chest. "I'd know if she were dead."

"Set it free." Astoria presented the jar. "Maybe the universe will free your Hermione in return."

Draco didn't take it. "I don't believe in that sort of thing."

"Would Hermione?"

"No," he said immediately. "She especially wouldn't."

Astoria lifted her chin indignantly. "Something this beautiful shouldn't be trapped in a jar."

There came a loud screeching noise and then cold air roared across Hermione's wings. The cleanest, freshest, most beautiful air she had ever breathed.

Wings fanning wide, she sprang out of the jar and fluttered around the room in dizzy, animated spirals before landing on Draco's pointy nose, facing the bruise black shadows beneath his eyes.

He shook her off.

Undeterred, she resettled on his forehead.

"It's annoying," he muttered, flicking at her with his forefinger and thumb. Prat.

"Maybe it's trying to tell you something."

"Would you stop that?" He shot Astoria an irritated look. "You're starting to sound like Lovegood."

Astoria ignored him. "Could be enchanted. Who gave it to you?"

"Mother." He gave up on flicking Hermione, who now sat on the pulse point of his neck, starving for the scent of his skin.

I'm here, she latched onto him with her feather light limbs.

"That explains it." Astoria's eyes lit up. "She must have charmed it to stay put. Do you mind if I set it free?"

"Go on," he mumbled irately, blowing on her wings to encourage her to fly away. Hermione found the sensation soothing.

With a swish of her wand, Astoria cast, "Finite Incantatem."

He yelped as her full weight came crashing down on him. Disoriented, he blinked several times, then shot up to his elbows, gaze alight with hope. "Hermione?"

She was straddling Draco. Perfect, moody, tangible Draco.

"It's me," she rasped. Throat sore, and joints aching, fingers too stiff to curl. She pressed her forehead to his without breaking eye contact.

"This whole time," he remarked breathlessly, hasty fingers touching her everywhere—jaw, neck, lips, waist, thighs—mesmerized. "I had you this whole time."

(575 words, first written April 2022 🦋)

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