The Beauty of the Beast [Dramione]

On the Run - Again

Hey Guys, sorry again for the delay. But this time, I was able to get two chapters done, so maybe that will compensate you all for the wait!

Disclaimer: I do NOT Own the Harry Potter series

"We're in the countryside; we're on the run-again. We're safe, and will send another Patronus when we intend to meet you."

Hermione dropped her wand hand back to her side, satisfied with the message that her Patronus would deliver. She was frustrated that she couldn't send more, but she would rather be safe than sorry; she couldn't risk the message falling into the wrong hands, though it was doubtful that the Burrow would be overtaken. There was since put in place a Fidelus charm since before the war, but even Shell Cottage had had one, and they had been found, somehow.

The otter gracefully swam through the air, waiting for her instructions as to where to deliver the message. "Grimmauld Place first, and then the Burrow." She told the otter, who immediately vanished into thin air. "Bill and Fleur will have gone to the Burrow, no sense in sending a Patronus to Shell Cottage then." Hermione muttered to herself. She watched as the evanescence of her Patronus faded into nonexistence, and sighed, not quite ready for another day out on the run.

Pulling her hair into a quick and easy ponytail, she turned around to face the dilapidated tent they had hurriedly set up the previous night. She watched Harry emerge out of it and stretch, banishing sleep from his features.

"Morning, 'mione." He yawned. Hermione smiled.

"Afternoon, you mean. You've slept a good fifteen hours; is that just a boy thing or were you especially tired?"

Harry's eyes immediately opened wide and he looked around him. There was a small fire with a portable cooking pot over it, Harry could smell oatmeal, and there was a bowl of it which Hermione had left on the ground to cool off. She handed it to him now.

"Don't worry; I took care of the food and unpacking." He blushed sheepishly and took the warm oatmeal in his hands.

"I'm sorry 'mione, I should have helped. I was just so tired and as soon as the tent was up I couldn't stop myself. I'm sorry." Hermione laughed.

"Its fine Harry, I didn't have to do much, and you can't control when you go to sleep. Just remind me to tell Ginny that she'll have to hire a maid when you two get your own place." Harry blushed an even darker shade of red, if that was possible.

"I saw you sent a Patronus." He said loudly, trying to change the subject. It worked, and Hermione's demeanor instantly changed into one of business.

"Oh yes, that. I sent it to the Burrow and Grimmauld place, like Fleur said to. It's been a few hours, and everyone was probably waiting, so…" She trailed of, unsure of what to say next. The smell of burning oatmeal brought her back to the present, and she quickly turned her attention back to the pot.

"Damn!" she scrambled over the log she was sitting on and grabbed the pot by the handle, wrenching it off the fire. Harry pulled out his wand.

"Aguamenti." he muttered, and smothered the flames. Hermione groaned.

"Now I have a dirty pot to take care of. It will take me ages to scrape burnt oatmeal crud off the bottom of that."

Harry smiled."Long as you have soap and water, the dishes can wash themselves 'mione. Are you a witch or aren't you?" She stuck out her tongue at him.

"I was raised learning the importance of a little 'elbow grease'. There's nothing magic can fix that that can't." Harry rolled his eyes at her obstinate personality.