Dramione: WANTED

CHAPTER 20: IN WHICH DRACO DISCOVERS THE WONDERS OF MUGGLE FOOD

CHAPTER 20: IN WHICH DRACO DISCOVERS THE WONDERS OF MUGGLE FOOD 

Hermione ran a hand through her tousled hair, leaving them ruffled. A curl fell into her eyes, and Draco had to fight the urge to push it behind her ears, instead he swallowed nervously.

What was she hiding from him?

"Granger-"

"Draco! As much as I want to talk about all this and figure it all out, now is not the time or the place. I can't, not right now." She sighed and leaned back against the bed, her shoulders slouching in tiredness. "I'm going to order us some food and then we both need to rest, we're going to be travelling a lot from now on, and I don't want either one of us to lose focus and get into trouble, okay?" she didn't wait for an answer, instead went to the little square box thing that was attached next to the door and pressed a button and began talking into it.

Draco watched her talk to the box and wondered which part of that statement he was supposed to be okay with. Not only was she hiding something from him, but now she'd gone crazy and started talking to inanimate objects too?

But he knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't do anything without a reason. Plus, he didn't want to push her too far. She didn't deal with anger towards him well. The last time he'd done something stupid, she'd almost broken his nose.

He sighed and turned the belly-pinion back on and continued watching people beat each other up without really beating each other up.

Hermione ordered food absentmindedly; her mind occupied by the theories filling up her head. If the news was covering the story, then it couldn't have just been wizards and witches that were taken, but muggles too. If any of this led back to her, then she really would be trapped, unable to live as herself, in either world.

"Thank you for your order, we'll send up your food immediately. Enjoy your stay here." The intercom buzzed out and Hermione turned around to watch Draco as he switched the channel and started watching The Simpsons, trying to figure out what it was exactly it was.

His face was lit up in child-like amazement. Her stomach did back flips as she watched him laugh, and her face flushed in embarrassment when she realised that she was staring at him.

Hermione blamed the ring, and whatever power it had.

She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Homer try and kill Bart, and Draco turned to her and motioned to the T.V excitedly. He really was like a child. Hermione wondered if this was how all Purebloods would react to common muggle appliances, but the thought of some of the others she'd known acting like this was far too much and a headache began to gnaw at her brain.

She fought through the pain, trying instead to figure out a way to make sure that no matter how unprecedented the attacks against them were going to be, no matter how unpredictable, she could make sure that they would both make it out alive. She needed a fool-proof strategy to keep them both alive no matter who managed to catch up to them first.

Draco wasn't stupid, but he wasn't trained like her either, so no matter how fast he could defend himself or throw hexes, she had to assume the worst and that she couldn't leave him alone for too long. He and Harry had been around the same level during school, and obviously Harry had improved much over the years, but unlike Draco, Harry was always hesitant to throw hexes at anyone. He didn't have it in him to get serious until things were that bad, and even against her, Harry had always been hesitant to attack first.

Plus, there was the issue with the man after her who enjoyed killing people and blaming her. If her assumptions were correct, then he'd been waiting for this precise moment to occur before doing anything different. Now that she and Draco were out in the world, on the run from the Ministry, he'd decided to make a move, meaning that that was what he'd needed to happen from the beginning. He needed her and Draco to be together for some reason, either that, or there was something else he needed that she couldn't think of.