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Day 4

Harry Potter sat dumbfounded in his office. The conversation he had with Hermione's superior was still fresh in his mind as his mind began to reel.

Hermione's... dead?

No. No, that can't be right. He just saw her last week! She couldn't be just… gone.

And yet… The scroll on his desk was glowing, meaning that her magical core was no more; and so was Hermione.

Holding back the tears that threatened to fall, Harry finally reached for the scroll to open it, breaking the enchanted seal that could only be done by him.

If you're reading this, then it means I'm gone. You know how dangerous my job can be, and since you're my closest friend, I thought you should be the first to know if things were to ever go bad.
Please don't be sad. Know that I lived a very happy, full life, and I loved my job fiercely, even if it did mean my demise.

If this scroll is glowing but my body is not recovered, you need to check my safe house to see if I am there. Most likely I got hit with a curse of some sort and went there to quarantine myself so as not to spread it.

If I'm gone, then the curse cannot affect anyone else. No one knows of the location except me, and now you. Please read the address at the bottom of this scroll and take the portkey attached—it's the button magically spelled to the parchment. It will activate once you touch it.

I love you, Harry Potter. You've been the brother I've never had. Give Ginny and the kids my love (because I'm sure by the time you read this, you would have at least two or three kids by now).

Don't grieve for me too long, alright? I'll see you on the other side.


Harry swiped at the tears that escaped, chuckling slightly at her words, and read the safe house's location while glancing at the button. He wondered briefly if he should grab Ron and have him go with him to the safehouse.

He shook his head. No, he'd do this himself.

He went to Robards to let him know of the situation and that he would likely be out the rest of the day, if not the week, preparing for his best friend's funeral.

Robards, who had already been briefed by Williamson after talking with Harry, nodded gravely and told him to take all the time he needed.

With a nod of thanks, Harry made his way out of the Ministry and into an alleyway where he could take out the scroll once more and touch the button, whisking him away.

The snow crunched under his boots as he landed and Harry took stock of where he was.
He was surrounded by snow in the middle of a forest and there was a small log cabin in front of him with nothing else for probably miles around. With a fortifying breath, he walked towards the cabin, dreading what he would find inside.

But then, something caught his eye.

Footprints in the show that lead to the steps. Not fresh, but there was definitely an indentation in the snow that had to have been from the day before. With his brows furrowed, he looked up the cabin again and this time he noticed it: The chimney had smoke coming out of it!

"Hermione…" he said to himself, running towards the cabin and taking the steps in a single bound. He stopped in front of the door, wondering if he should knock or just walk in.

If Hermione really was alive, then walking in would be rude, but if she were dead, then…. Well, no one would know he knocked besides himself.

So, with a muttered prayer, he lifted his fist and knocked.

Hermione's head was resting on top of Draco's chest while her arm was around his middle. One of her legs was draped over his and they were snuggled under the covers of the thick blanket.

They didn't do much more than snog a bit more the night before, with a little bit of fondling, before they both crawled into bed — fully clothed — and went to sleep. Something caused her to wake up, but in her sleep-addled confusion, she figured it was probably some sort of wildlife outside. Snuggling back into the warmth of Draco's warm body, he shifted slightly so that he was facing her and murmured a sleepy. "Morning" without even opening his eyes.

She smiled at him and used her fingers to move some of his hair away from his face.

"Morning," she replied softly.

He finally looked at her with half lidded eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," she said, giving his lips a quick peck before snuggling even closer. She swore she could feel his morning wood poke her stomach and bit back her grin. "Did you sleep well?"

His hand rubbed up and down her back lazily. "I did." He pulled her even closer. "I wouldn't mind staying in bed a while longer though."

His breath was husky and Hermione didn't waste time in kissing him again, opening her mouth when his tongue swiped at her lips. He shifted so he was hovering over her, his hands running down her side until it found the hem of her jumper. A warm hand encased her breast, kneading it gently, and she pressed herself into him as the kiss deepened. With desperate hands, she tugged at his own jumper, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor. He dragged the blanket over his shoulders, encasing them both before he devoured her lips once more. His hand moved down, into her sweat pants, and Hermione let out a moan when he cupped her heat.

Knock knock knock.

They both froze.

"Was that…" she whispered.

Knock knock knock.

They scrambled out of bed. Hermione ran to the door and opened it quickly, nearly squealing when she saw Harry on the other side.

"Harry!" she said, throwing her arms around his neck.

He hugged her back fiercely and mumbled into her hair, "Oh thank Merlin," he said. He pulled back, tears in his eyes. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, Hermione Granger!"

"Oh, Harry," she said, hugging him again, "I'm so sorry."

"What happened?" he asked.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, when Draco spoke from behind. "As much as I am glad to see you Potter, can you please come in and close the door? The cabin is already cold enough."

Harry's mouth dropped open as he finally noticed Draco, who was just now pulling his jumper back over his head.

He looked between Hermione and Draco a few times. "What's Malfoy doing here?"

"Come on," Hermione said, grabbing her friends hand and leading him to the sofa. "I'll make us all a cuppa and explain everything."

"I'll do it," Draco said, walking up next to her and plating a kiss on her cheek. "You catch Potter up."

Hermione could feel her cheeks heat up, but smiled up at Draco and nodded. When she looked back at Harry, he raised a brow. "So… you and Malfoy?"

"Yes, but, that's a different story entirely," she said, chuckling.

Without preamble, Hermione dove into details about the curse and how it made her and Draco lose their magic.

Draco delivered the tea before sitting down next to Hermione and was quiet as Hermione talked.

"So you two have a few more days of no magic then?" Harry asked.

"Yes, hopefully by the end of the week we'll be back to normal. Now that you're here though, you can activate the floo for us so we can leave later on."

Harry's brows furrowed. "You don't want to leave now? I'd figured you'd want to get out of this cabin and into some warmer, not to mention modern accommodations."

Hermione shrugged. "I want to pack up and make sure it's all in order before leaving."

Harry glanced over at Draco. "And you?"

"I'm not leaving until she does," Draco said simply. Hermione smiled at him and threaded her fingers with his before looking back to Harry.

"We'll be back in London shortly. I'll owl you."

Harry looked between the two of them for a second before shrugging. "Alright." Standing, he went over to the fireplace and activated the floo. Grabbing a handful of powder from the jar on the mantel, he turned back to Hermione. "Dinner tomorrow?"

Hermione smiled and nodded. "I'll be there."

Harry glanced at Draco. "You're welcome to come too, Malfoy."

Draco's eyebrows briefly lifted in surprise before he schooled his features. "Thanks, Potter. I'll check my schedule."

"Right, well…. See you later," Harry said, then stepped into the small fireplace and disappeared within the green smoke.

Hermione bit her lip as he glanced at Draco. "Thank you for staying to help."

Draco smirked back and pulled her towards him, placing her on his lap. "I may have had ulterior motives."

Hermione grinned and shifted, placing her knees on either side of his hips. "Good, because I did as well."

"Shall we pick up where we left off?" he asked, his lips trailing open mouth kisses along her neck.

Hermione hummed in response, nodding. "Yes."

Draco stood, taking Hermione with him and her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, giggling at his urgency to get back to the bed.

He dropped her with a plop and was on her within seconds, his lips crashing down her own as his hands roamed all over.

Earlier, when they were just waking up, everything was slow, savoring every second. Now, it was fast and hurried, both of them pulling at the others clothes, only separating their lips to remove jumpers.

Hermione's hands dove into his pants and wasn't surprised to find him hard and ready. Fingers wrapping around him, she stroked up and down, earning muffled moans and groans as he kissed her.

He pumped into her hands for a moment before latching his lips to her neck and down her chest, taking in one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit gently, followed by a swipe of his tongue and Hermione arched into him.

"I need you, Draco," she said, her other hand running through his hair. "Please."

"Patience, witch," he said, trailing kisses down her stomach.

Hermione moaned when the pad of his tongue swiped at the heat over her knickers, causing her to buck up slightly.

Draco's thumbs hooked into the sides of her knickers, pulling them down her legs and tossing them over his shoulder. Placing her legs over each of his shoulders, he dove in, giving her no warning, his hands at her hips to keep her steady.

Her hand in his hair gripped tighter, earning a moan, and Hermione wondered briefly if he liked that. When he swiped at her core again, her other hand fisted into the sheets, feeling herself getting closer to the edge. She squirmed and panted, chanting yes yes yes as Draco licked and sucked at her sensitive bud.

She saw stars behind her eyes and tried to catch her breath after she climaxed. Draco nosed and kissed the inside of her thigh before working his way back up to her mouth.

He kissed her slow and lazy, letting her catch her breath in the process. When her hands roamed once again, pushing his pants down over his bum, he stopped to look at her.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

"Never been more sure," she said.

Draco stood, letting his pants fall on the floor and Hermione sat up slightly to take in the view.

He was fit, she knew he would be, but seeing him stark naked in front of her confirmed it. Her eyes wandered, roaming over his form and landed straight at his cock, which was at full attention.

"My eyes are up here, Miss Granger," he tutted.

Hermione laughed and reached for his hand, pulling him on top of her and kissing him soundly.

She flipped them so she was on top, rubbing against him with her heat.

With one last searing kiss, she used her hand to guide him to entrance and slowly sunk down onto him.

"Fuck, Hermione," he moaned.

His hands roamed up her sides, over her breasts, kneaded them as she started to move. She built up speed, knowing it wasn't going to be long before he came. Her fingers found her own center and she rub circles, fast and furiously, trying to catch up with him. He sat up slightly and sucked on her nipple and that was all she needed to bring her over the edge again. He followed her after, grunting his own release. She flopped on top of him, both of them panting as they caught their breath.

"Fuck," he rasped, breathlessly, and Hermione giggled into his chest.

He flipped them again, only pulling out when she was flat on her back.

"Stay here," he ordered.

With a questioning glance, she watched as he walked to the bathroom, turned on the tap water, then returned moments later with a wet washcloth.

"I usually use a cleaning spell," he said, laying beside her as he ran the rag between her legs. "But since I don't have my magic still, this will have to do."

"Thanks," she said shyly, taking the rag from him. "I'll finish this up. You should get dressed so we can head back. You're mother is probably worried sick—"

"Shite! My mother!" Draco said, standing abruptly from the bed. "I completely forgot."

He looked around the room, gathering his clothes and slipping his shorts back up.

"Let me use the loo and then I'll be ready in about ten minutes," Hermione said, slipping out of the bed.

She cleaned up and dressed quickly and the two of them worked together to gather all their belongings, stuffing them into her bag, before stepping into the fireplace together, hands clasped, calling out for Malfoy Manor.

One Year Later

The little cabin in the woods was quiet, the last inhabitants having left months ago. The inside had been updated, with a bedroom added and a bigger bathroom installed. The old sofa was replaced with a new one, with some newer hand-knitted blankets draped over the top, along with two comfortable armchairs that sat near the fireplace, perfect for reading.

The kitchen was stocked with food, all remaining under a stasis in case the need for them ever rose again, and the old appliances were all replaced with newer ones.

Sunlight drifted in through the windows, lighting up the small room in areas while others remained in shadows. Dust particles could be seen floating in the sunbeams, but disappeared as soon as they hit any surface area — another trick of magic that was spread about the cabin.

Muggle heating and cooling had been installed the previous summer, as well electricity.

The fireplace had an upgrade as well, enlarged so that an average height person could easily duck in and out without fear of hitting their head.

The logs were cold from lack of use, and some snow had drifted down from the chimney, giving them a glistening, shimmering look.

Suddenly, they were engulfed in green flames as two people stepped out, hands clasped together as they took in their surroundings.

"It's so different," Hermione mused, looking around.

"It is," Draco agreed, bringing her hand to his lips where he gave her a gentle kiss. "And now when we get stuck here again, we'll be much better prepared."

Hermione chuckled and rolled her eyes as he brought her close, her hands linking together behind his neck while he rested his on her waist.

"Well, I doubt that will ever happen since this can no longer be my safehouse. Too many people know about it," she said, smirking up at him.

"Your boyfriend should know where your safehouse is," Draco argued. They'd been over this before, and he knew it was part of her job to have an undisclosed safehouse, but it didn't mean he liked it.

Hermione sighed and gave him a quick kiss. "You know I can't change the rules." She stepped back and out of his hold, placing down their overnight bag onto the sofa. "I'm actually surprised you chose this place for our weekend getaway."

"Well," he said, walking over to her. "This is our anniversary of when we started our relationship. I figured it was only fitting we celebrated it here."

Taking his wand out of his pocket, he flicked it towards the music player and soon the room was filled with a soft, slow melody.

Hermione quirked a brow at him, a habit she clearly picked up from him. "What are you up too, Draco Malfoy?"

He gave her an innocent look, taking her hands again and guiding her into a slow dance. "I was thinking," he said, swaying with her to the music. "About how this would be the perfect place."

Hermione looked up at him questioningly. "For what?"

"To marry the love of my life," he said.

Hermione let out a little gasp as Draco pulled out a velvet box from his pocket. His heart was hammering in his chest, not because he was afraid she would say no, but because he couldn't wait to marry this witch and make her his.

Still standing, he opened the box and presented it to Hermione, who's eyes were filled with unshed tears. "Hermione Jean Grang—"

"Yes!" she said

"You didn't let me finish the question," he admonished playfully.

"Sorry," she said, biting her lip, "Though, shouldn't you be down on one knee and asking me properly? What would your mother say?" she teased.

Draco smirked before going down on one knee. "Hermione Jean Gr—"

She tackled him to the floor, kissing him with such ferocity that he momentarily forgot what he was trying to do.
"Yes," she said. "A thousand times yes."

Draco smiled against her lips. "Can I at least get the whole question out?"

Hermione giggled and they both got up from the floor. Draco opened the box again where a simple, yet elegant ring lay inside.

"Hermione," he said, taking her hand, slipping the ring onto her finger as he finally asked, "Will you marry me?"

Hermione held up the ring in the sunlight, her eyes sparkling like the diamond within it.

"I will," she said, finally looking back at him. "On one condition."

"Anything," he vowed.

She leaned forward and kissed him sweetly. "We get married here, by the lake. In the spring, when the trees are green and the flowers are in bloom."

"And when you can't fall into the frozen lake," he added, tugging on one of her curls.

Hermione groaned at the memory, then looked at him with a smirk on her lips. "Have I thanked you properly for saving my life?"

Draco grinned at her and lifted her up, carrying her towards the bedroom door. "Not today."

~The End~