Obliviate : A Dramione fanfiction

08.

Thankfully, Ron was sat with Lavender Brown at the dinner table, although he occasionally glanced over at her and Harry, who were deep in speculatory conversation. Throughout the day, Hermione had been reflecting on the argument that she'd had with Draco before and was starting to consider Harry's theories.

It had been a week since he'd told her he couldn't talk to her about his mysterious something. The next morning, she had cornered Draco after Charms, pulling him away from his cronies despite him brushing off her "Can I talk to you for a minute, Draco?" Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle had sneered at the two of them as Hermione had pulled Draco by the arm into one of the castle's many broom cupboards. She'd stared up at him, whilst he glared down at her, his grey eyes full of annoyance, "Hermione, you just grab my arm and pull me away in public," But his hard gaze softened as he looked into her eyes

"I mean, you could have ripped my arm out of the socket,"
"I know we aren't exactly exclusive, but, Draco, I need to know what's going on with you – what did you mean last night that 'this is something I can't talk about with you'?" She made sure that her tone wasn't accusative; she turned Draco's hand palm up and began to stroke the inside of his palm. He looked down at her hand in his, his eyes taking on a sadder tone, "This is one thing I can't tell you Hermione – you know I can tell you everything, but not this," he took his hand back, rubbing his inner left forearm; a voice in Hermione's head whispered that that was the arm that Voldemort's followers wore their Dark Mark, but she brushed it aside - his left arm was also the arm that she had practically pulled out of the socket in dragging him to the broom cupboard.
"Please, Hermione, don't hold this against me – all relationships have their secrets, and this is the only one I'll keep from you, I swear. And this way, you can keep only one secret from me," He smiled, as if this solved all of their problems.
"But I don't want to keep any secrets from you, Draco," Hermione searched his eyes for what was truly troubling him. "And I don't want to keep this from you, Hermione – but it's for your own safety. Please, just trust me with this," He took her hands in his, trying to impress his sincerity upon her. But Hermione just lowered her gaze, shaking her head. "You know I wouldn't tell anyone," She paused, "There's a war coming, Draco – even we can't afford to keep secrets from each other,"
"Oh yeah?" Draco sneered and raised an eyebrow, "If we're not meant to keep secrets from each other, when were you planning on telling me that you let Weasley kiss you?"
Hermione felt as if he had slapped her across the face, "It meant nothing, so I didn't feel as if it was worth mentioning," she mumbled.
"Well, I was willing to overlook your lack of mentioning it to me but now..." Draco sighed at her, his air as if this discussion was over and that he had won. Hermione frowned at Draco. "I didn't mean to keep this from you, Draco, but you're meaning to keep this from me," Hermione sighed, her eyes hot from the tears forming; she grabbed Draco's arm, searching him again for anything that may tell her what was going on with him. "Please, Draco. I need to know that I you are truly with me,"
Draco pulled his arm away, massaging his left inner forearm again. "It doesn't mean I love you any less, Hermione. This means I love you more – I'm trying to keep you safe!"
"If the past five years have been any indication, I'm perfectly capable of keeping myself, and those I care about, safe." Hermione crossed her arms at him. "You would be keeping me safe by telling me what you're trying to keep me safe from,"
Draco's eyes turned from stormy to watery grey as he clutched her hands, "I can't, Hermione, you wouldn't-"
"Don't tell me I wouldn't understand, Malfoy," Hermione ripped her hands from him, her eyes hardening as she realised he wouldn't give himself up to her. She turned from him, her hand on the handle of the door, ready to leave him. "Hermione, please-"
"No, Draco. We can't keep secrets from each other and you need to stop acting like a coward people think you are and the man I know you can be," She looked into his eyes once again, his grey irises full of sadness. But within that grey was flecks of green and maybe hazel – there was colour and joy under all that dismal grey. And then she had left the cupboard.

"Have you ever heard of this method before?" Harry brought Hermione out of her revive. "No, Harry. I haven't. And would you tear yourself away from that infernal book for two seconds so we could get back to finding out what Malfoy's up to?"
Harry pulled a face at her and closed the potions book. "Well, I've been working closely with Dumbledore and we're on the verge of something big," He lowered his voice, "He thinks he's found the location of one of Voldemort's Horcruxes and he's taking me with him to try and destroy it. If we find the rest of the Horcruxes, we can destroy Voldemort once and for all! We're leaving tonight to find the second – the diary in the Chamber was the first Horcrux. If you trail Draco today, I'll meet you tonight at the Astronomy tower," Hermione's eyes widened – this was a lot to take in, but at least they had a goal to work towards and she had an excuse to talk to Draco again, not that she needed an excuse to talk to her boyfriend.
Hermione and Harry left the table and walked to the entrance to the Great Hall "Sounds like a plan; I'll see you there Harry." She hugged him, "Be safe." 

A/N: is the plot moving too fast for you guys?? idk, i'm not too good at like long stories so i hope this is okay! feedback appreciated ♡