Clandestine Wishes

Hold on we're going home

“HELP, we need help, please!” Hermione shouted as soon as her feet touched the familiar floor of St. Mungos.

The Healer standing by the nurses’ station hurried towards them, “What happened?” he asked as he plucked his wand from his coat.

“She was hit by a curse, we managed to stop the bleeding, but she lost a lot of blood,” Hermione replied.

The Healer summoned a stretcher and helped Draco move Daphne. He ran his wand along the blonde woman’s unconscious body, his brows furrowed with concentration.

“She’s still alive, right?” Draco asked.

“She is and you’re right, she lost a lot of blood,” The Healer responded. He turned his face to the side and beckoned a nurse over, “Summon Healer Talbott, STAT and order a blood replenishing potion.”

The nurse gave a curt nod before pushing the stretcher towards the lift.

“Do you know what spell was used to cause the bleeding?”

Hermione turned her gaze towards Draco and saw him nod, “It’s a slashing curse called Sectumsepra,” she replied.

The Healer threw them a skeptical look, “I haven’t heard about that spell.”

“Not many people do,” Draco said. “And just to make things clear, we weren’t the one who casted it, she was assaulted by her own sister.”


Hermione shifted closer and wrapped her arm around Draco’s, “Astoria Greengrass is the perpetuator and she’s in Auror custody as we speak,” she added for good measure.

“I see.” The Healer gave Hermione a once over, “It looks like you also took a beating, why don’t we get you checked as well.”

“I don’t think-”

“That would be great, thank you,” Draco interjected.

“But I’m okay, Dray.”

Draco wrapped his arm around Hermione’s shoulders and pulled her closer, “I just want to be sure, love, humor me?”

Hermione looked into his eyes and saw how serious Draco was, “Fine,” she acquiesced albeit reluctantly.

“Perfect, let’s get started then.”


“Let me out of here! Blood traitor! Mudbloods - you’re all the same!” Astoria shrieked.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, his face scrunched up with irritation.

“Shut it or I’ll personally see to it that you get the Dementor’s kiss without even the benefit of a trial!” Ron bellowed.

Astoria’s eyes widen with fear and immediately clamped her mouth shut.

Ron pulled a chair right in front of Harry’s desk and plopped down, “I still can’t believe you went ahead with Malfoy and didn’t tell me.”

Harry took his glasses off, “I know and I’m sorry. We were running out of time and Malfoy is about to blow his top, I couldn’t just let him leave and ended up murdering someone - Mione would hex my arse.”

“Speaking of Mione, is she alright? She didn’t get hurt or anything, right?”

“I really haven’t gotten the chance to speak with her, everything happened so fast, but then, she looked alright to me.”

Ron thumped his hand on the table, “Then we should get this nutter taken care of so we could check on her.”

Harry put his glasses back and pushed away from his desk, “Let’s do that.”


“Ginny - really, I’m alright.”

Ginny pulled her into a tight hug, “I was so scared, thank Merlin you’re okay.”

She ran her hand along Ginny’s back, “I know, love, but I’m here now.”

Ginny squeezed her before she pulled away, “Good thing Dray and Harry was able to find you on time,” she sniffed.

“That they did,” she replied.

The door to the exam room opened, admitting Draco in. He cast one look at them and the stoic look on his face softened, “We’re good to go, Healer Thompson cleared you and I already took care of the discharge papers.”

“Thank Merlin,” she muttered. She then hopped off of the exam table, “I just need to take a long bath and go to sleep.”

Draco made his way towards her and pulled her into a hug, “Let’s go home then.”

Ginny popped her hands inside her pockets, “I’ll check on Daphne and tell Harry you guys went home.”

“You sure?” she asked.

Ginny nodded, “You go and take some rest, today has been rough for the both of you.”

“Thanks, Gin,” Draco said.

She wrapped her arm around Draco’s waist and nuzzled her face to his chest, “Take me home, please?” she whispered.

Draco plucked his wand from his back pocket and tightened his hold on her, “Your wish is my command.”


As soon as they landed inside Hermione’s flat, her knees gave in. Draco hauled her to his chest to keep her from falling, “Whoa, are you okay?”

She tightened her hold on him, “Just got a little light headed for a second there,” she murmured.

He leaned forward and wordlessly scooped her off the floor.

“Dray, put me down!”

“Stop fidgeting,” he chided. “Where’s your room?”

“I’m not kidding; I’m too heavy for this.”

“You’re light as a feather, love, don’t worry about it. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and point me to your room.”

She gestured towards the dimly lit hallway, “Last door,” she said with defeated sigh.

He coddled her closer and carried her towards the room. He nudged the door open with his foot and gently lowered her on the bed, “I’ll draw the bath for you, just sit here and try to relax,” he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.


He smiled at her before walking towards the en-suite bathroom.

She collapsed back on the bed and closed her eyes. Calling it a tough day was an understatement. She was abducted, tortured and saw her life flash right in front of her eyes. If Draco and Harry hadn’t made it time, there was no doubt that she wouldn’t have made it out alive. She turned on her side and curled like fetus, the corner of her eyes heating up with tears. She moved her hand to her mouth to stifle the sobs that was about to escape her lips. Her whole body shook as she let out the pent up emotion she repressed for hours, burying her face into the comforter to hide what she perceived as weakness.

“Oh, love.”

She felt the bed dip as a familiar arm slipped around her stomach, “I - I didn’t mean to - to cry,” she sobbed.

“You’re safe now, Mi - I’m here,” he cooed and spooned her.

“I - I was so scared, Dray - so scared. I was so sure that I wasn’t going to make it. Astoria - I saw the look in her eyes, it was pure madness.”

He tugged her closer, “I was scared too,” he whispered. He then lifted his head so that his lips were levelled with her ear, “When I realized that you were taken against your will, I was beyond myself. I was terrified - I - I had to find you and I swear to Merlin, I wouldn’t have stopped until I get to you, I can’t lose you again, Mi, not when I just found you,” he admitted.

“Oh, Dray!” she gasped. She wiggled in his arms and turned to face him. She cupped his face and stared straight into his stormy grey eyes, “I wasn’t going down without fight, I would’ve have fought my way back to you too, I love you.”

“I love you so much more, Mi - more than my life,” he said before bridging the gap between them, claiming her lips with a passionate kiss.


Daphne stirred from her deep sleep, awareness slowly creeping into her system.

“You’re awake.”

She turned her head to the side and noticed a familiar red-head sitting on the chair, “I - yes,” she croaked.

Ginny threw her an awkward smile before standing up. She made her way towards the bed, “How are you feeling?”

She cleared her throat and swallowed thickly, “Like I’ve been flayed open,” she paused to check her surroundings. “Where am I?”

“You’re in St. Mungos, Hermione and Draco brought you here,” Ginny explained.

“They’re both okay?”

“Yes, they are - thanks to you.” Ginny shifted towards the foot of the bed and sat down, “Your sister - Astoria is already in Auror’s custody.”

She averted her gaze, her shoulders slumped in defeat. “I deduced that,” she sighed.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“I know.”

The door opened a fraction, revealing Harry’s face, “Is she awake?” he half whispered.

“She is.”

Harry entered the room and closed the door behind him, “I assume that Malfoy already took Hermione home?”

“Yeah, Mione was a little sore so they left. But don’t worry, Healer Thompson gave her a full check up and she’s okay, just shaken.”

“I see,” Harry said. He then turned his attention towards her, “Ms. Greengrass, I’m glad to see that you’re awake, how are you feeling?”

She fought the urge to roll her eyes, “Like what I’ve told the Missus - like I’ve been flayed.”

Harry cringed, his cheeks turning tad pinker.

She clasped her hands on top of her tummy, “I was told that Torry is in custody, how is she?”

“She’s still in the Ministry; we haven’t moved her to Azkaban.”

She found herself nodding, “I see,” she said. She then let out another sigh, “Will she be granted a trial?”

Harry shifted on his feet, clearly uncomfortable with her question. “Yes.”

“She’s mentally unstable, Harry,” Ginny said while throwing her an apologetic look. “Doesn’t that automatically exempt her from all that and just have heard confined in a mental institution?”

“Usually, that’s how it goes.” Harry moved his gaze to her, “Are you willing to have her evaluated and moved into a Ministry approved asylum if the test confirms her condition?”

“Can you guarantee that she won’t be harmed?” she asked.

Harry nodded, “I give you my word.”

“Will I be granted visits?”


“Okay, I give you permission to have her tested and committed then.”

“Thank you, Ms. Greengrass.”

She offered a small smile, “Don’t you think we’re way past the formalities? You saw me bleeding after all,” she joked.

Harry accepted the olive branch, “If you insist, Daphne.”


Draco fluffed the pillows as he waited for Hermione to finish her bath. After the mini-breakdown, he insisted that she follow through with the bath and promised her that he will stick around. Not that he ever thought about leaving, after what happened, he wouldn’t let her out of his sight - not even for a minute. When he heard the water stop, he stood up from his perch and made his way towards the door, “Mi?”


“I’m just going to the living room while you get dressed; want me to fix you something to drink?”

“Tea would be great; I’ll be there in a minute!”

“Okay,” he replied. He stepped out into the hallway and retraced the steps back to the living room. He made a bee line towards the pantry and wandlessly summoned a kettle. He rummaged through the cupboards and found her favorite loose tea leaves. He flicked his wrist and the water started to bubble almost instantly. He measured the right amount of leaves and left it to steep. He walked towards the fridge and took out a jug of milk. He placed it on top of the counter and waited for the tea to finish steeping.

Everything that has happened today shook him to the core. He knew that he loved Hermione with all his heart and he would follow her through the ends of the earth, but today, he realized that it was an understatement. Seeing her standing at wand point without any means to protect herself nearly drove him back to a dark place. He knew right there at the moment that he would doeverything to protect her - to kill for her, to die for her.

Hermione Jean Granger is his end and beginning and without her, he would cease to exist - life would not be worth living. He felt the wind get knocked out of his chest as a new realization dawned on him; ”Life really becomes clearer when you’re in the precipice of death” he thought. A shaky breath escaped his lips as the gears in his mind latched on an idea and it won’t stop churning.


His head snapped towards the voice and saw the love of his life staring at him with concern. He hastily wiped the deer-caught-in-headlights-look and offered her a smile, “Hey, that was fast -” he paused and gave a hear once over, the corner of his lips tugging up when he recognized the over-sized shirt the hung on her petite frame. “I was wondering where that shirt went.”

She blushed, her cheeks turned into a beautiful shade of red, “I - err - yeah,” she rambled.

He moved towards the kettle and checked it, “Tea is ready,” he announced. He then grabbed two cups and started pouring, “A spot of milk and 1 cube of sugar, right?”

“Yes and thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She rounded the counter and made her way towards the cupboard, “I fancy some nibbles with my tea, I have cookies.”

He threw her side glance, “You baked?”

She chuckled. “Not if my life depended on it, Ginny made it.” She took the tin out and grabbed a plate. She popped the lid off and began pulling out several large pieces of cookies.

“Where should we take this?”

“The couch is fine,” she replied.

He flicked his wand and watched as the tea cups floated towards the living room. He peered behind her shoulder, “What cookies are we having? I don’t see any chocolate chips.”

She screwed the lid back on, “It’s Snickerdoodles, I think.”

He scrunched his face, “Snickerwhat?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “It’s basically cookie dough rolled in cinnamon sugar,” she fished a cookie from the plate, “here, try one, it’s good.”

He plucked the sweet confection from her hand and took a large bite.

She grabbed the plate and made her way towards the couch. She sat down with a plop and tucked her feet under her, “Come sit with me,” she called out.

He followed her and sat down, “These aren’t bad, didn’t know Gin could bake.”

“She’s Molly’s daughter, that’s given,” she replied between nibbles. She then leaned forward and moved the plate to the table and plucked her tea. She took a small sip, “This tastes wonderful - just right, thanks.”

“You really should stop thanking me, Mi,” he said. He copied her and sipped his, “This is the only thing I can do that tastes good, believe me.”

“But you’re good with potions, which mean you’re good in following recipes.”

“Good with dead toad’s eye and lacewings - give me chicken and I’ll burn it,” he snorted. He placed the cup back on the table and swivelled to his left to face her. He slipped his hand under her legs and rested it on his lap, his fingers kneading her taut calves, “Did the bath help? You’re feeling better now?”

“Much better because you’re here,” she replied with a small smile. She stared at him for a moment before shifting on her seat. She placed the cup back on the table before crawling on his lap, straddling him.

His hands snapped towards her waist, holding her against him, “Whoa, what brought this on?”

She slipped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, her face buried in the crook of his neck. “I just - I’m just so glad that you’re here - we’re here.”

He felt emotions he locked inside his chest burst. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly, “I love you, Hermione and I’m glad we’re here too.”

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