Misunderstood Maledictions | Tomione

Unconcious Planning

A/N: The video above is very simmalar to Tom and Hermione's relashinship in this story so I included it. I did not make this video and all credits go to the owner. Please watch it though and tell me what you think :)

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"Gin, let's not discuss this as if we're actually thinking of doing it!" Hermione heard Harry say in the darkness. His voice was low, urgent. Inexplicably, a surge of relief, cool and peaceful, swept through Hermione's body so strongly, she could almost feel her hair blowing in its breeze.

She did have a choice, after all.

"Hermione has to spend enough time with Riddle as it is," Harry continued, lightly resting his hand on her knee. Hermione tried to process everything that happened. Riddle liked her, she could...kill him by acting in love, and she had just fainted. She didn't know why her heart hurt just a little bit when she thought about Riddle dying, "She can't — I won't let her try to get any closer to him than she already is. You all know what Riddle's capable of; you know what he could do to her if he ever found out she were playing him—" Hermione didn't know why she was pretending to still be unconcious, why she was still listening, but she continued.

"Cool it, wonderboy;" Draco abruptly snapped "Why don't you let her decide, when she wakes up of course."

Hermione could almost see in her mind Harry's features instantly darkened, the fire of the old enmity he had always held toward Draco again rising in his dangerously narrowed green eyes.
"What did you say to me?"

"Evans, I may not be going undercover at the original Death Eater meetings, but I've seen my share of Riddle, I've seen my share of good and bad, and I've seen that rock around Nefertari's neck. I think Nef is perfectly capable of protecting herself. Anyway," he continued, "if this opportunity hadn't arisen, who would have taken the fall and gone to Azkaban for murdering Riddle— because it would have eventually come to that, I can assure you. You Evans?"

Her mouth had gone slightly agape and she closed it quickly, so not to be caught. Hermione's hearing travelled back and forth, back and forth between Harry and Draco as the squabble bounced between the two boys like a ping pong ball, unsure of whether to treat Draco's words as a compliment or not. As if to block out Draco, she felt Harry's hand travel up to her face. "Mione, you don't have to do this," he repeated urgently, like he was talking directly to her. Hermione tensed.

I still have a choice.

"Evans, I understand that you've fought the Dark Lord on numerous planes, but let's be realistic," Draco returned just as forcefully. "This is a different world. If this is our best chance of taking out Riddle, we need to pursue it."

After taking a deep breath in, Harry twisted out edgily, "Whatever you say, du Lac. After all, it looks like you're the hero now—"

"Don't you dare bring that up Evans." Hermione heard Draco repeat back, his tone like venom.

Hermione could imagine Harry's mouth snap shut; Draco start to shut up; Ginny, now fully awake, and Lavender jump into Ron's lap, her arms around his neck.

I have a choice.

The silence in the room, save the occasional crackling of the fireplace, was smothering. Suffocating. Hermione fought to breathe lightly, unoticubly, like she was still unconcious.

Somebody say something!

Draco did. "Nef," he began seriously, like Harry had he started talking directly to her, his voice a whisper, more reassuring than it had been moments before. "If you do this... You don't have to be afraid about it, you know. All of us —every single one of us in this room— would gladly kill that bastard before he ever touched you."