A/N: Okay so I'm sorry. After our family dinner last night, my cousins and I decided to have a little 'I hate Valentine's Day – let's get drunk' thing at their house and after inviting only single friends over, we drank until 6 this morning. It is now 830 – my mom picked me up and brought me home, I took a shower, I'm still drunk, and I am now uploading the final chapter to this and the first chapter for the sequel for you guys before I crash! But first I want to say some things…
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There was more that I wanted to say, but... so yeah… here it is(:
The Start Of His Warnings
Hermione had only just fallen asleep in her own bed when Mr. Weasley came running into their tent, waking both her and Ginny up. Hearing him say something about them being under attack, Hermione reached beneath her pillow and grabbed the dagger that Faith had given to her; throwing it into her pajama pants pocket, she grabbed her wand and her coat then followed Mr. Weasley and Ginny out of the tent. She saw Bill, Charlie, and Percy running out of the boys' tent, fully dressed and with their wands out.
"We're going to help the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley shouted at them, "You lot – get into the woods and stick together. I'll come and fetch you when we've sorted this out!"
"C'mon," Fred ended up grabbing Ginny's hand, and Hermione was relieved; at least the youngest would be protected. Hermione was between Harry and Ron while George followed them closely behind.
Hermione cringed at the sight surrounding them as they moved closer towards the woods. The poor muggle family that she recognized to be Mr. Roberts, his wife, and their children were floating high up in the air while a large group of Death Eaters paraded them around as if they were nothing. The witches and wizards that ran over to help them out, looked stuck – they feared that if they were to perform any spell then the family would fall to their deaths.
Hermione was blindly following the bodies next to her while her mind was stuck on her friends back home. Reid texted her earlier that morning, saying that he and the rest of the Sons safely made it back home and that he was owling Sirius every day. She began to wonder if they were alright, and what Faith would do in this situation. Her thoughts flew to Lindsey and she silently thanked him, but even with his warning she wasn't able to prevent anything from happening. He told her that the Death Eaters were going to do something today, but she couldn't do anything to stop them. Hermione knew that the Roberts family was most likely going to die, and she couldn't do anything to save them.
Hermione was just about to start her own little pity party, but then she heard Ron yell out in pain. "What happened?" she asked him anxiously, stopping so suddenly that Harry walked right into her. "Ron," she called out, "Where are you?" getting frustrated with not being able to see anything, she pulled out her wand, "Oh this is stupid –lumos!"
The light from Hermione's wand was directed on the path they were walking in, and her red-headed best friend was now lying sprawled on the ground. "Tripped over a tree root," he growled, climbing back up to his feet.
"Well, with feet that size, hard not to," drawled a familiar voice from behind them. It gave Hermione chills throughout her body.
Hermione was the first to face him, while Harry and Ron also turned around sharply. Leaning against a tree, standing alone and looking as superior as he ever did, was Draco Malfoy. This was the second time of the night that Hermione saw him, and just like they did in the box his steel colored eyes were raking her body. Blonde strands of hair fell over his face, and Hermione smiled as she thought back to Reid and the way he was always fussing about his hair. Draco caught her tiny grin and gave her a funny look, wondering why she was smiling when she was about to die, most likely. With his arms folded over his chest, he looked behind them and at the scene that the Death Eaters were causing with the upmost… glee?
Hermione gasped as Ron said something very similar to what Spike said to a demon that tried to bite him one night, and Draco made a clicking sound with his tongue. "Language, Weasley," his eyes were suddenly back on Hermione once more. "Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?" once he nodded his head at Hermione, a loud bomb sounding crash sounded from the campsite, along with a flash of green light.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione knew that he meant the Death Eaters were searching for her right now, but she was confused. Why was he warning her? That was a warning right? – Yes… of course it was; there was no mockery in his voice as he said it. He was actually warning them that the Death Eaters wanted her.
"Granger," Draco kept his glistening eyes on her, "They're after muggles," Hermione's heart skipped. He hadn't called her a Mudblood. Granted there was a sneer in his voice, but he hadn't insulted her. "Do you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around… they're moving this way and it would give us all a laugh."
Hermione turned around and saw that Mrs. Roberts was hanging upside down with her nightgown falling and her knickers showing. She blushed at the idea of Malfoy talking about her knickers, but Harry didn't seem to notice anything. "Hermione's a witch," he defended her.
"Have it your own way, Potter," Draco said, grinning maliciously. "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."
Hermione's heart fell again. He went back to insulting her, but she was still confused; he sounded annoyed at the fact that Harry and Ron weren't leaving with her. "You watch your mouth!" shouted Ron, coming to her defense.
"Never mind, Ron," Hermione sighed, quickly stepping between the boys before a fight could break out. Now that she knew the truth about Draco, she didn't want to see her best friends hurting him.
There was a loud bang from the other side of the trees and several people nearby screamed loudly. Draco chuckled softly, "Scare easily, don't they?" he said lazily. "I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to – trying to rescue the muggles?"
There was that word again. Hermione gave Draco a weird look and it seemed almost as if Draco blushed when he saw it. "Where's your parents?" Harry asked, and Hermione could see his temper rising."Out wearing the masks are they?"
When Draco turned a smiling face onto Harry, Hermione gasped. She wasn't looking at Draco Malfoy; she was staring at Reid, her friend Reid – the boy who would never allow her to become hurt. "Well… if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I?"
Hermione was filled with disgust as his dark silver eyes shifted to her once more. She thought back to when they were all sitting in the box and Lucius gave her a dirty sneer. She had a feeling that he would have brought up the night in the cemetery, but Charlie and Bill both wrapped protective arms around her and he quickly shut up. It went from looking at her friend from LA to looking into the eyes of a man who tried to kill her. "Oh, come on," Hermione told her friends, "Let's go find the others."
"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger," Draco sneered at her.
"Come on," pushing Harry and Ron away, Hermione turned back to Draco. She heard the sneer in his tone, but she saw the fear in his eyes. Leaning in, she softly hissed at him, "Tell Daddy that I'm looking forward to seeing him again. And this time I won't just leave him paralyzed in a cemetery."
The fear flashed in Draco's eyes and Hermione knew that he understood what she was talking about. Smirking the way that Reid taught her to, she chuckled at the bump forming in Draco's throat and she moved away from him. Running after Harry and Ron, Hermione's mind stayed back at those trees. She needed to call Reid quickly; she needed to tell him that there was still hope for his brother. Draco warned her; he wanted her to leave – he knew that his father them were searching the camping grounds for her, and he was warning her to protect herself and get out of there quickly. Normally his remark about her hair would cause her blood to boil, but this time it made her smile. Draco was letting Hermione know that the Death Eaters knew her hair; they would be looking for anyone with brown bushy hair then shoot the killing curse at them.
Draco Malfoy was protecting Hermione Granger.
Okay so once again: THANK YOU GUYS! I honestly didn't think that that much people would like this story. When I first wrote it, I was expecting about 10 favorites and no more than like 5 reviews, but you guys surprised me! It turns out that I'm not the only one who loves The Covenant/Harry Potter/Angel and thinks that its brilliant when you put them all together(:
The first chapter for the sequel should be posted up by now, but I'm not sure because it says the whole '6-8 hour thing for it to show up,' but I posted it already, so make sure to go read that(: -A Brothers War
*a quick little disclaimer: there are some parts in this chapter that I took directly from the book, even if I did swtich it up a bit there are some things that are strictly taken from the book, some that have been played with, and the rest that I created: if you recognize anything then I obviously do not own it!(: