From Snakes to Small Hearts (Dramione OneShots)

Lost and Found p2

Hi :) I've had this for a while but I was going to write a lot of the beforehand in the ministry and all that. Then I decided that I actually really didn't want to and it also had nothing to do with the cute moments, so I didn't. I am out of school now and will hopefully be adding more One Shots  (cross your fingers). 

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The gold continues to multiply, rising up around them, drowning them. Her breathing is loud in her ears and the only thing filling her mind is the never-ending sharp clinks of gold falling, banging against each other, suffocating her. 

Harry tromps around the gold picking up treasures searching for the cup. But with each touch the gold springs into more and more and more. 

Ron dives into the trove digging, uncaring as the treasure spills out around him multiplying in magnitude.

She glances at the giant vault door sealed shut. Then to the opposite wall and a glint of gold flashes in her vision. There.

"Harry!" He glances toward her. She points to the shelf tall on the dark stone wall. Harry vaults himself forward, frantically climbing the mountain of gold. What will they do once they reach the cup? They're trapped.

As she sat there in the darkness of the sealed vault all she could see were those soft gray eyes. In the dark depths of her surroundings, she could only remember the feeling of solid arms holding her up. Her stomach clenches. And an ache forms in her belly spreading up to her heart. She craves the feeling of someone picking her back up. She wants it so bad tears brim her eyes. Her mind drifts to questions of her parents. She misses them so much. Harry and Ron too. She wonders if they've gotten out of Gringotts okay. Oh God. Everyone back at the Burrow. Will they miss her?

She lays there now. Surrounded by buckets and buckets of gold, all of it having little meaning to her. She's the riches women alive right now laying in a pile of gold and yet it is all meaningless to her. She imagines she is laying back again under that ornate celling just as the crystal chandelier begins to fall and he grabs her. Its funny isn't it? How one single moment can change how you see someone.

minutes turn to hours turn to what feel like days. She blinks into the darkness waiting for it to swallow her. The silence lets her head run and it is so much worse. The darkness allows pictures to resurface. This, she decides, is the worse kind of torture. 

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A chill snakes across her skin rising goose bumps as it slithers around her. Her eye lids flutter open, her vision blurry and dark as she comes to consciousness. A figure walks toward her adorned in black. It stops in front of her in three smooth strides. Then she is being lifted off the ground and the chill dancing on her skin fades to warmth as she is tucked into someone chest. Her head throbs and her eyes burn. She lifts her tired head to see who came for her. Maybe Dumbledor really isn't dead? Did Harry come back for her? ... Did Ron?

The face of her rescuer is pale and sharp, but the blonde hair that falls over his eyes is soft. "You?" She croaks out her voice rough. 

He glances down at her, "me." He flicks his wand and the giant iron door swing open into the belly of the dark damp cave where all the vaults sit. 

Somehow, even though she is in the arms of the enemy, she feels completely safe. Why? Because he came for her.   

"Why?" She asks. 

"You called." 

He walks out into the middle of the rock path and flicks his wand again. A cart, similar to the one they rode to the vault in appears. 

Hermione opens her mouth to ask more questions. Her foggy mind becoming clearer and more curious. 

"Shh," He whispers, voice soft. "We'll be out of here soon and then I will answer any question you have. But for now, rest. The magic in that vault could have killed you."

He climbs into the car and rests her in his lap. Hermione leans into him, savoring his warmth, his comfort. She tucks her self to the place between his shoulder and neck and breathes in the smell of him. The smell of mint and sour apple. She sighs and closes her eyes, wishing for this moment to erase all of the horror that she's faced the past few months. 

His arms wrap around her and she feels a ghost like touch to the top of her head she might have imagined it, but it felt almost like he kissed her hair.