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Hermione Granger was sitting in the bathtub, staring at the same spot on the wall and not noticing the water had turned cold. She didn't register the bustle of the people outside her room. The voices that filled the hallways and dusty rooms. Number 12 was filled the brim with Order members, and yet, she felt so alone. Not because Harry and Ron were off doing god knows what and left her behind. No, no that wasn't it. Or that she didn't have anyone to talk to, for there were many people she could sit and hold a conversation with for hours. No. It was the unsettling event that had happened a few hours before and the choice she has to make in the absent of Harry.


Hermione and Ginny were sitting at the kitchen table, watching Tonks change her hair color back and forth while Molly was making breakfast. The two girls were giggling at the quick change from neon green to bubblegum pink when the door to the kitchen slammed open and in walked Moody, Kingsley and Lupin. They moved into the room and sat down before anyone spoke.

"Breakfast is almost ready. I am sure you guys are starving." said Molly as she fried some bacon.

"Sounds good." Moody grunted.

"How did it go?" asked Ginny before getting up and pulling down three extra plates and placing them in front of each of the battered looking men.

"Better than we hoped" Lupin said as cherry as possible. He nodded a thanks to Ginny before wrapping his arm around Tonks shoulders.

"Caught 3 of 'em. Already put them downstairs in the cellar til we figure out what to do" Moody said.

Molly came to the table with plates of food hovering behind her. Each plate hovered over the table before gently setting down on the table with a soft plop.

"Three?!" She said before sitting down next to Ginny.

"All younger ones. Seems like they aren't as skilled at staying quiet" Lupin said as he reached for some eggs.

Hermione, who has been dead quiet this whole time, was staring at her plate. Her fingers tracing back and forth on the rim. She was brought back to the conversation when Kingsley addressed her.

"Ms. Granger, we will need you to go and talk to them before you retire later tonight."

She looked shocked at this. "But...why me?!"

Molly gave each of the men a displeased look, she had voiced her dislike before for making Harry or Hermione interrogate anyone they bring through the door. While she had every right to not let Ron or Ginny do it, she wasn't Harry or Hermione's parent. But before she could even voice her thoughts this time, Lupin jumped in, knowing what she would say.

"Molly, with Harry gone, he left Hermione in charge of Number 12. She needs to take up his role in his absents. You know that."

Molly said nothing, while pilling eggs onto hers and Ginny's plate.

"Who are they?" Hermione asked, hiding her hands under the table so they wouldn't see them shake. She had a feeling she knew who it was, and was praying it wasn't.

"Zabini, Goyle and the Malfoy boy." Kingley said.

Hermione was quiet for a moment. "Draco?"

Ginny gave her a questioning look, she had never heard Hermione call Malfoy by his first name before.

Lupin nodded. "I know it will be hard, facing him after all you two went through at Hogwarts. But he might know something."

She nodded before scooting away from the table. "Well, if you will excuse me, I need to shower then see to our guests."

Everyone nodded as she left the room.

-End of Flashback-

Malfoy was here, at Number 12. She hadn't seen him in almost 9 months. Not since the night she wiped her parents memories. She had seen him, briefly, lurking in the shadows. Or at least she thought it was him. She wasn't sure how she was gonna face him. Any of them for that matter. She rested her head on the side of the bathtub, hoping the cool tile would help rid the on coming headache. She stayed like that till there was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

"Hermione. You've been in there for hours..." She was surprised that Ginny's soft voice carried through the door. And before she could answer, the door opened slowly. Ginny walked in and sat on the toilet seat next to the bathtub.

"I know you are scared to face them." She said looking at the wild hair that was Hermione Granger. "But you will be fine. They can't hurt you."

Hermione let out a sigh. "I am not worried about them hurting me. It's just..."

"Malfoy? Hermione, you haven't seen him in almost a year!"

"9 months..."


"I saw him. 9 months ago. Or at least I thought I saw him."

"But 9 months...that was when your parents...why was he even there..."

Hermione didn't say anything. She didn't look up at Ginny, she didn't make any movements. She knew why he was there. And why she was so sure she saw him. She knew he was checking up on her. Wanted to make sure she was fine after wiping her parents memory of her. She knew he wanted to come out of the shadows and hold her while she cried. But she knew he couldn't and wouldn't. So he stayed hidden, in the shadows, watching quietly as her world shattered before her.


Ginny's voice brought her back to the present.

"Why was Malfoy at your house that day?"

Hermione made the first movement in almost an hour, as she pulled herself from the bathtub and reached for the robe that was hanging from the back of the door. She didn't say anything to Ginny. Not telling her the reason he was there.

"I better go and talk to them."


"Ginny. Leave it. I only thought I saw him. It was most likely my mind playing tricks on me. Besides we all know that Malfoy has better things to do then go to Muggle London." With that she left the bathroom, Ginny still sitting on the toilet seat knowing that Hermione wasn't telling her something.

Hermione walked down the stairs in just jeans and a t-shirt, with her wet hair in a ponytail. She reached the main hallway when she ran into Lupin.

"Going to see the guests?" He asked

"mmhmm" she said not really looking at him.

He studied her for a moment "Well, why don't we bring one up at a time? So you don't feel overwhelmed? Shall we start with Malfoy? I'll bring him into the library."

She nodded and headed towards the library. She turned around before opening the door "Thanks...Lupin." She opened the door and walked inside.

She couldn't sit and standing was too awkward. So she paced. She didn't know where to put her hands. To the side seemed wrong. Crossed seems defensive. So she played with them, lacing and unlacing her fingers. She nearly jumped when the door opened. Lupin walked in with Draco Malfoy, hands magically tied together in front of him. His soft blonde hair hung around his face and down his neck. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and his dark mark staring at her. He had no signs of being beaten or roughed up, too much. His eyes stayed on the floor not looking at her.

"I can stay if you'd like. Make sure he doesn't do anything."

Hermione shook her head "No. That is alright. I can handle a tied up Malfoy. Thanks Lupin."

"I will be right outside if you need me, Hermione." Lupin said as he left Draco standing in the middle of the room. She nodded as he left, shutting the door behind him.

They said nothing to each other. She looked him over. He looked just as she remembered. After what seemed like forever, he looked up. He grey eyes soften at the sight of her. He could see that was she was holding back tears and fighting a smile on her face.

"Hi" she finally breathed out.

"Hi" he said so softly that anyone would miss it. But not Hermione. Using a nonverbal spell, she undid his ties and his hands fell down in front of him. He rubbed his hands over his wrists, not because they hurt but just to give him something to do.

Without another moment, she rushed across the room and buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. He quickly wrapped his around her, holding her tight.

"Hey. It is alright. I am alright." He said softly into her ear, knowing that she was fighting a losing battle with her tears. Finally she broke down, sobbing into his chest. Draco rubbed his hands up and down her back, placing a kiss into her hair. He said nothing while she cried. He knew better. He knew she just needed to get the overwhelming feeling out of her. So he held her, not saying a word.

Finally, she pulled away slightly to look up at him. She moved one of her arms from his waist and up to his face. She traced it as if she was trying to remember every detail of it. She smiled softly at him as he wiped away the few tears that were running down her face. After a few moments, her hand came in contact with his chest as she gave him a slap.

"Oi! What was that for?!" Draco said, not angrily but surprised.

"For getting captured! Do you have any idea how much of a risk this is? What if Harry had been here and not me? What if someone else caught you..." Before she could finish her rant, Draco kissed her. Her brain shut off as she kissed him back. There was no neediness in this kiss, just soft and gentle. She had missed his kisses. He always knew what kinda kiss to give her to make her feel completely at ease.

"Hermione. It is fine. There is nothing to worry about us being captured. I may have been careless on purpose."

"Draco. This is no time to be careless. If anyone found out." He hushed her with another kiss.

"My love. Doesn't a husband deserve to see his wife?"

She gave him a small smile before running her fingers up his face. They had been so wrapped up in each other that neither one of them heard the door open. Neither one of them noticed the two figures standing there.

"Wait. What?!"

The two of them moved away from each other and turned to see Ginny and Lupin standing in the doorway, looking stunned and shocked.

No one spoke. Not a single word had been passed for what seemed like forever. Draco had been put back into his cuffs by Lupin and was sitting in a chair. Hermione sat across from him, her eyes focused on his knee. Ginny sat on the sofa, staring into the fire and Lupin refused to sit, at all. Finally it was Lupin who broke the silence.


"Lupin, before you say anything, will you please just sit down?" Hermione didn't look at him, her eyes still on Draco's knee.

Lupin didn't say anything and sat down next to Ginny, who finally broke her gaze at the fire and looked at Hermione.

"I am not sure even where to begin with questions." Ginny said with a sigh.

"Might as well ask the first question that comes to mind, instead of just sitting in total silence." It was Draco who spoke, Ginny and Lupin gave him a glare and he looked back to the floor.

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"Don't play that game with me, Hermione Granger!" Ginny stood up, fuming.

Hermione finally took her eyes off of Draco's knee and looked at Ginny. "It is a fair question, Ginny. How long have we been together? Or. How long have we been married?"

"Both" Lupin said quietly.

"Together since almost the start of 6th year. Married since..." Draco trailed off when Ginny gave him a look. Clearly they wanted Hermione to speak and not him. Which in his mind was fair. How can they take his word, the youngest person to ever take the Dark Mark. The person who called Hermione a Mudblood and teased her for 5 years. He understood why they didn't want him to speak. But he also knew that Hermione wasn't gonna be able to tell this story on her own. Some parts were hard enough living through, harder to relive for both of them.

"The night Dumbledore died." Hermione jumped in, pulling Draco out of his thoughts. They gave each other a sad smile.

Silence filled the room. No one had talked about Dumbledore's death. It had been almost a year since he had died on the top of the tower and Harry never talked about it.

"But, he tried to-"

"Kill him? Yes I know." Hermione said. She leaned back into the chair was she sitting in, not looking at Ginny. She was looking anywhere but at Ginny and Lupin.

"Hermione! HE TRIED TO KILL DUMBLEDORE AND YOU MARRIED HIM THE NIGHT IT HAPPENED?!" Ginny was pissed. Her face was almost the same colour has her hair. Draco and Hermione both flinched at the tone and level of her voice.

"In all fairness, we got married before Dumbledore died."

"Shut the fuck up Malfoy! When I want your opinion, I will ask for it!"

Draco shut his mouth. Knowing it was best not to poke the dragon anymore than it needs to. He knew when to shut up.

"Ginny. Please, calm down. Dumbledore knew. He knew."

Ginny stopped for a moment at the sound of Hermione's quiet voice. She stared at Hermione, who stared at the wall.

"What do you mean-"

"It was Dumbledore that married you, correct?" Lupin finally spoke, his glaze shifted from Hermione to Draco. They nodded. "Which means, you are bound together. Anyone could have married you. But only a great wizard like Dumbledore could do something like that."

"Yes" Draco's voice was so quiet, everyone in the room almost missed it.

Ginny fell down onto the sofa. Not saying a word. Silence seemed to be the theme for the night. Which was odd, Hermione thought that when people found out they would be screaming. The night was still young.

"You must have gone through great lengths to keep the tattoos hidden." Ginny gave Lupin an odd look.


"When two wizards are bound to each other, each of them gets a tattoo. It is very old magic. That's how I knew the reason behind why they went to Dumbledore, he was one of the few people who could preform the spell. The practice isn't used much anymore, for there is no reversing the bound, expect for death." Lupin said quietly. Silence, again, settled between the four wizards.

"Perhaps, you two should start at the beginning." Lupin said, rubbing his tired eyes.

Draco and Hermione looked at each other, a small smile their faces.

"It all began the end of 5th year. When we got back from the Ministry." Hermione said, not taking her eyes off of Draco.

"I had locked myself in a broom closet on the third floor during the end of year feast. And Hermione, being the noisy person she is, found me."

Ginny and Lupin settled into the sofa, knowing it was gonna be a long night.

Author Note:

Sooo this is happening, lol. We will see how it goes! ;)

I know it isn't super original, but it was kinda stuck in my head...sooo here we go!



Chapter Two Preview:

"At least I am not the one sitting on the floor in a dusty broom closet, Malfoy."

"Yes. Well the dust bunnies make good company." He smirked at the frustrated look that was creeping up her face. He knew he was getting under her skin and it was kind of making him feel better.

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