Treasure Hunt | Dramione ?

Chapter Twenty Nine

"Do you want some jam?" Ginny asks, smirking at her knowingly. Hermione straightens up at being caught and quickly grabs the jar of jam from her hands.

"He looks like he's planning to do sinful things to you," Ginny whispers in her ear.

Hermione's eyes snap over to him and indeed, he is looking at her like that.

Hermione returns his glare with a look of her own, which promises a great deal of happenings and minimal words.

Draco loosens his tie and gets up to leave the Great hall. Pansy grabs his hand to stop him, but he shrugs her off with a glare and walks out of the hall. Hermione drops her toast on the table and wipes her hands with a napkin. "I'll see you later," she mumbles to Ginny and leaves.

He'd turned towards the right so that's where she goes. She's walking when suddenly she's pulled into an empty classroom and her back is pushed against the door. "Draco," she breathes before his lips descend upon her own and she forgets how to breathe.

When he pulls away, he's as breathless as she is and then he's hugging her.

"I missed you," she mumbles into his shirt. He kisses the top of her head in response.

"How are you?" He asks, running his fingers through her curls.

"I'm fine. I know my hair is a mess and I look hideous-" he cuts her off by pulling on one of her curls. "You do not look hideous. It's my favourite thing about you."

"Please tell me you're joking," she pulls away and looks at him with an expression that says 'do I look like an idiot?'

"It's very Granger-ish," he tells her.

"Actually, it's Hermione-ish since my parents don't have hair like mine."

"Fine. Hermione-ish then."

Hermione shakes her head and just looks at him.

"May I?" He questions, pointing towards her shirt. Her blood tingles at the question until she realises he wants to look at the wound.

"It's gone," she murmurs, nodding her head to give him permission.

He furrows his brows as he gently tugs her shirt free from her skirt and lifts it up. He's surprised to find the skin of her stomach flawless.

"How's this possible?" He mutters more to himself than to her. "Maybe it was a spell or something," Hermione says, trying to smooth the frown on his forehead.

"No, Hermione. Your wound was practically oozing out blood when we first noticed it. It even hurt, remember? And then the bleeding stopped. The pain stopped. And now it's gone altogether."

Hermione waits for him to tell her whatever it is that's weighing on his mind.

"When I was a kid, I had a muggle friend. Mother and I used to visit muggle parks. Father didn't really care until he found out about my friend. He asked me to never talk to him again and I agreed," he tells her, his eyes narrowing as he visits the memory. "But I did. Of course I did. I am his son after all. Father found out. He was enraged at me for lying to him so he took me to the dungeons," he shivers as he remembers the horrible night. Hermione grabs his hands and begins to rub them between her own.

"He had this blade. It was black. And cursed. He tore into my flesh with it. I screamed and screamed and begged him to stop, but he continued until he had the words Sorry Father carved into my forearm. I was horrified and scared and hurt. And he left me in the dungeons all alone. I passed out after a while" he recalls the incident and shudders.

"And when I woke up," he leaves the statement incomplete and it hangs heavily in the air around them.

"It was gone," Hermione finishes it for him. He nods his head and lets out a sigh.

"I swear if it's him," he begins in a low, menacing voice. "Draco," she interrupts him and lays her hands gently on face. "Your father is locked away in Azkaban. He couldn't have done it."

"If he's even the least bit involved, I will kill him with my bare hands," he hisses. Hermione gasps a little at that and then fixes him with a glare. "You will do no such thing, Draco Malfoy. And I can assure you that the man I saw was not your father. Besides, there could be more of those cursed blades. It doesn't have to be a single piece belonging to the prestigious Malfoys," she adds the last part as a joke, but he doesn't even smile.

"I don't want to see you hurt, Granger," is all he says, looking her dead in the eyes.

"I love you, Draco," she whispers, stunning him into silence. "I love you more than life itself," and she seals it with a kiss.

A harsh knock on the door makes them both jump apart. The door slams open and Ginny steps inside. She looks like she's been running and is slightly out of breath.

"Harry...Harry is here," she breathes, her own eyes widening and glazing over. "What?" Hermione exclaims, hurrying over to the door. "He's with McGonagall right now, but I swear to you it was him," she says, and places a hand on her chest to calm her erratic heart.

"Oh my God," Hermione's eyes brighten at the prospect of seeing her best friend after months.

Draco clears his throat and murmurs, "I'll see you later, Granger." He squeezes her hand as he passes her and nods at Ginny before leaving.

"We'll talk about this later," Ginny says. Hermione rolls her eyes and lets Ginny grab her hand and drag her towards the Headmistress' office. "Lets go and see what business Potter has with McGonagall."

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