On the Way to the End - Dramione

Draco groaned in pain as they arrived at his apartment. His balanced as he sat wavered but Hermione put an arm on him to keep him steady. She could tell he was in a lot of pain. Even though she had been able to stop the bleeding with a potion and a few spells, the wound was still open, gaping across his chest. The young woman looked around as she was sat on the ground next to Draco. 

It was a nice apartment, clad in dark tones. They were in the living room, to her right was a fireplace, in front of her, a window seat, to her left a couch and armchairs, and beyond that was the kitchen. Everything was colored in dark colors, grays, deep blues, greens, tans, or black. Hermione mentally noted that the front door was behind her, in the event she did need to make an escape. The apartment was dark, with only a lone lamp on in the livingroom, casting warm light across the sides of their faces. The rest of the apartment was dark, though, with deep shadows contrasting the space.

Hermione turned back to Draco, who's eyes were focused on her as she glanced around. Their eyes met. "Can you stand?" She asked as she stood, reaching down to his hands. 

Draco took a deep breath and put his hands in hers. She carefully pulled him up and put his arm over her shoulders. He tried not to put to much weight on her but was certainly thankful for her support. Hermione sat him down on the couch, letting his back rest against the cushions. She sat beside him and put a hand on his forehead, he watched her movements. 

"You're burning up, where's the potion?" She asked, concern in her voice. Her face whipped around, looking to where his supply could be. 

"Kitchen, top cupboard above the sink," Draco told her as he leaned back into the couch further. He watched as she headed for the kitchen. The Slytherin couldn't help but enjoy hearing a touch of concern in her voice for him. It was a strange feeling to have, but maybe Blaise was right. He had to watch himself. 

Blaise hadn't been too happy when he volunteered to go to Grimmauld Place, he said that he 'wasn't using his head.' Maybe he was correct. But whatever it was that Draco was doing, it felt right somehow. He took a lot of risks throughout the night, most of which would get him killed if he was found out. But everything he did was in aid of The Order... and Hermione. Who was technically part of The Order! So, in aid of The Order. But it felt good to play a part in ending this war. 

Hermione interrupted his thoughts when her rummaging through the cupboards stopped when she found the potion exactly where Draco said it would be. "Are you concerned that they'll think you deflected?" Hermione asked Draco while she got a cloth, running warm water over it. It was like she was reading his thoughts now. Was she? The pain was going to his head. She collected some water in a bowl for cleaning the blood away as well.

"Even if they saw you disapparate with me, they'll assume I was taken prisoner, I'm sure," Draco reassured her. He leaned his head back on the edge of the couch, closing his eyes. The wound on his chest felt like it was pulsing with each heart beat, as if blood could start spurting from the wound again at any moment.

Hermione looked around the kitchen, it was small but had everything one might need. There was a counter that divided the kitchen and living room with stools in the living room side to eat. At the other side of the kitchen, away from the living room was a hallway, which is where she assumed the bedrooms and the rest of the house was. After having a quick glance around Hermione gathered the things she needed and went back over to Draco and sat down beside him. 

"Have you?" She handed him the blood replenishing potion. She took the cloth she brought over to start cleaning the blood off his chest, specifically being careful around the gash. 

"Have I what?" He asked before knocking back the potion. Grimacing at the taste. 

"Deflected?" Hermione paused her cleaning to look up at him. She suddenly noticed the close proximity and felt her heart rate pick up. Sure, it had been like that the entire time she'd been helping him... but now that they were out of immediate danger and he was stabilizing, she suddenly realized what an effect it had on her.