When Hermione Fights

A Night with Draco and the Consequences

Hello most beautiful readers,

so we continue  with the main story. Have you read the Special I posted last week? There you can revisit chapter 57 and 58 from Lucius' POV. For now, enjoy this week's chapter and I will see you next week.

Aivy

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Chapter translator: Aivy and Sophie

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Draco and I materialised below the big, old tree in the cold, fresh December air. I was freezing in my flimsy evening dress and hurried us along.

"Come on!" I pulled him firmly towards the cottage, signalled him to lay a hand on the door and uttered a short incantation that included him into the house wards.

"Pretty," he declared after a glance around as he was now actually able to see everything and I beckoned him in briskly.

"When are you going to perform the Fidelius? After what just happened I am all for 'as soon as possible'!" He sounded grave and businesslike though fiddling with the silver clasp of his dark blue velvet cloak.

"Actually I had wanted to wait until the twins arrival on the 25th," I replied, irritated.

"No, it's too late, we'll do it tomorrow morning!" he decreed harshly before he strolled into the living room in a self-important manner to lit a fire non-verbally with only a flick of his hand.
It seemed like he felt already at home here, the fire crackled in the fireplace and the room started to warm up.

In the meantime he breathed a sigh of relief after he had taken off his thick velvet cloak and dropped it over a chair without a care. Just then I saw that it had a silver silk lining... It must be quiet heavy I figured.

"What is happening right now, Draco?" I asked unsurely and looked at him, my gaze intensified, while standing in the middle of the room like I had been lost.

"Much, sadly!" he said with a timbre in his voice that I couldn't pinpoint. Very helpful, Mr Malfoy, I thought cynically and snorted disgruntledly.

"Do I have much to worry about?" I asked thoughtfully and remembered the incredible feeling when Lucius' teeth had, as if in slow motion, dug unyieldingly into my skin and I shuddered slightly in horror.

"For fuck's sake, yes! Do you think he is a Death Eater for nothing?" Draco's answer resounding from his place at the fireplace was filled with fury. "He bit you..." he then whispered in so low a voice that I had difficulty to understand him at all, and he shook his head as if he couldn't believe it.

"When will you leave again?" I tried to sidetrack. As I had said, the past was in the past. Now we could only take potluck. It was my pragmatism speaking.

"Not at all. We had planned to meet tomorrow morning anyway. Now, I'm already here!" he stated succinctly and ruffled his blonde hair restlessly.

"Yes, but won't your father be suspicious that you ... went missing after the ball? After you had... um, interrupted us? ... Thanks for that!" I got more and more quiet, while wrapping my arms around myself as I was very cold all of a sudden. From shock or because of the sheer fabric of my dress? Whatever the reason might be, I felt very insecure from one moment to the next, though I called myself to order and asked:

"And what about your things?"

"No, I will write him a letter shortly saying that I had to pursue an urgent need... and that I will go on straight to Blaise, with whom I will spend, as agreed, Christmas and the rest of the holidays. Do you have ink and parchment at hand?" he inquired businesslike and as he looked at me with such scrutiny his expression turned worried.