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Draco/Hermione exchange
I participated in an informal exchange of Draco/Hermione ficage. Here’s what I wrote:

Title: Neither Would Tell
Author: yura_slash
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: infidelity, foul language


Neither Would Tell

Hermione had a hunch that something terrible was about to happen. Something at home. She didn’t believe in all the Divination rot, though, so the most she could do was drop by her parents’ place and stay for a few days.

She didn’t tell her mum and dad about the war. About how she and Ron and been fighting and would probably break it off. About the Death Eater she’d killed last week in a flash of curse light.

As a result, dinner was a quiet affair. Her parents looked back and forth between her and each other, noticeably nervous and hating the changes that they saw in their daughter. Hermione hated them for their inability to understand, even as she refused to let them try.

Why had she even bothered coming home?

Her mum tried to start a conversation about Muggle politics, but it fizzled and died just before the front door was blasted in.

Aw. Maybe she’d look into this Divination thing a bit more. If she lived through this encounter, anyways. She threw the dinner table on its side and shoved it against the wall.

“Mum! Dad! Get behind the table!”

They looked at the toppled dinner table in astonishment, still in their chairs, and Hermione pulled her wand from its holster, furious.

“Now!”

They scrambled to obey her as she turned towards the door to the hall. Any second now…

The door was blasted in and Hermione raised a shield just in time to deflect it back at their attackers. A muffled shout and then…

Silence.

Her wand twitched in her hand as she waited for the dust to settle and her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She was still trying to develop a potion that would accelerate their pupil dilation after curse-fire…

“What the bloody hell… Hermione?!”

Hermione stiffened. “Who’s there?”

A lone Death Eater, mask tilted, stumbled into the room. Hermione could sense movement behind her, and she almost sent a curse over her shoulder before she remembered her parents.

“Stay back!” she shouted, at no one in particular.

The Death Eater raised a hand to his mask, and when it was cast aside her knees buckled.

“Draco!” she gasped.

The young man grimaced. “Unfortunately. The first mission they force me on alone and it’s your house?”

“I doubt it’s a coincidence,” she answered flatly. “Does your father know about…”

“Not bloody likely!” he shouted back, face pink.

Someone cleared their throat behind her, and then she heard her father’s voice. “Hermione, dear? What’s going on?”

She stared hard into Draco’s eyes, and then barked over her shoulder, “I’m getting you out of here. And this idiot’s going to make it look like he killed you.”

That said, she huffed, stomped over to the window, flung it open, and brandished her wand at the night sky. “Morsmordre!” The Dark Mark came to life and glittered in the night sky.

Draco stared at her in astonishment. “Hermione! What the bloody hell was that? How did you…”

Hermione marched over to her parents and prepared to Apparate them away. “I suggest you make some scorch marks, or break more furniture, or burn the bloody house down before your other friends get here,” she snarled.

Draco nodded dumbly.

“And meet me at the Hog’s Head in two weeks, polyjuiced as someone I know is somewhere else. Got it?”

“But how will I –”

She Apparated away before he could finish his sentence.

**********

She walked into the Hog’s Head, cloaked from head to toe. This was the stupidest thing she’d ever done, but she had to see him again. Had to know how he was doing…

She spotted Seamus Finnegan at a corner booth, and headed over swiftly. “It’s me,” she hissed, sliding into the booth next to him. Seamus nodded primly, which was completely out of character for him, and she shook her head exasperatedly. “We’re going upstairs. Follow me.”

She led him up to the room she’d rented in advance. She didn’t know why she’d done it, but now she was glad for the place to hide from curious eyes.

And if it seemed odd that they both removed their cloaks and sat on the single bed together, neither mentioned it. And if two hours passed while they talked and chatted, neither thought anything of it. And if Draco, once again in his own body, pushed her down to the bed and did things to her that she’d been craving since that one time two years ago… neither would tell anyone what had happened, anyways.