The New Law

The Worrying

       

Disclaimer: All credit to the queen J.K Rowling, as always
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Hermione sank to the floor with her back leaning against the door. That had been too close. She had almost been really hurt, maybe even killed. Why on earth had she thought it a good idea to follow Draco into that forest? Why had she been so bloody curious?

When her breathing had calmed down a bit and she was a bit calmer she started to worry about Draco. How was he doing out there? If he was hurt it was her fault. She wouldn't be able to calm down completely until Draco was safely back. And she hoped his friends didn't get hurt either. The one who was a werewolf hadn't chosen this life at least that's what she assumed, and the other was now in a fight with it because of her.

Hermione got up off the floor and made her way to the kitchen where she made herself some tea and sat down to wait for Draco.
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It was a heck of a fight going on between Draco and Blaise as Theo came galloping back. Both of them had gotten pretty banged up. Draco whined as he took a blow to the head. That had to hurt hurt. Theo stepped between them and stood up on two legs as he whinnied loudly. Blaise was taken aback and the large animal, it clearly frightened him. The hooves were dangerously close to his head.

Apparently Blaise valued his life even in werewolf form because he turned and ran away from them. They could hear him howling in the distance after a while and they breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Blaise had been taken care of, Draco was letting himself worry about Hermione. Was she doing okay? Was she still scared? Draco wanted to go to her and make sure she was okay.

He locked eyes with Theo for a moment and then he motioned his head toward the manor. He knew what Draco wanted, not even wanted; he needed to make sure she was okay. Draco bowed his head as a thank you and then he turned and ran toward his home, toward Hermione.
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Hermione was still sat in the kitchen, she was onto her second cup of tea, when she heard a door being flung open in the hallway just outside.

"Granger!?" it was Draco, yelling her name.

"I'm in the kitchen," Hermione called out to him, hopefully loud enough for him to hear.

The door to the kitchen burst open and a frantic Draco entered the room hastily making his way over to Hermione.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? How are you feeling?" he asked, his words hurried and his voice full of concern. He had grabbed Hermione by her upper arms and looking her straight in the eyes.

"I'm fine Draco. I'm okay," she told him as she breathed a sigh of relief that he was okay as well. He had a couple of scratches here and there, but nothing that looked serious.

"Good" Draco said as he let her go and sat down in a chair next to her. He put his face in his hands as he rested his elbows on the table.

"I thought he was going to kill you. I was afraid I'd be too late."

"I thought he was going to kill me too," Hermione admitted.

"I didn't have a wand or anything and I was so scared I couldn't think clearly for a while." She continued.

They sat in silence for a while after that, both relieved that the other was fine.

"Draco," Hermione said after a moment.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome, Hermione."
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Draco lifted his face from his hands and looked up at Hermione again. She looked tired.

"I didn't know you were an animagus" Hermione stated.

"You wouldn't know, I haven't exactly registered." Draco said sheepishly.

"I figured. You really should have," she said.

"Yea, probably, but it was better without anyone knowing considering the reason why I became one was so that I could be out running with my werewolf friend." He told her.

"Right"

"We should go to bed" Draco said after another moment of silence.

He was exhausted and he knew that Hermione probably was too, even if she didn't say anything.

"Okay," she replied.

And then then walked upstairs to their bedroom to get some much needed rest after a night of stress and fighting and worrying.