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interpretthis) wrote2007-10-25 11:38 pm
D/Hr 6th Day of Halloween: Awakening
Author: interpretthis
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
WC: 344
Notes: For day six of ![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
dramionedrabble's 12 Days of Halloween. Prompt: exorcist.
Summary: There’s a bit of an incident. Which is nothing new, really.
“What’s wrong with him, do you think?” Luna’s voice was airy and calm. Leave it to Luna, Hermione thought, to keep a clear head in a dire situation. Well, maybe not dire.
“Do you think we should call one of those Muggle who-si-what-sits? An exterminator?” Ron shifted his feet uncomfortably, allowing the soles of his shoes to squeak jarringly along the flag-stones. Harry snorted.
“An exterminator? Not sure they do ferrets, but we could give it a try.”
“Harry,” Hermione hissed. “That’s not funny! Malfoy could be -”
“Aw, come on, it’s nothing – he just got on the wrong side of a bad jinx. Performed by Ron, I should say.”
Ron balked.
“Well at least I had the bollocks to -”
“Ron! That’s enough. It’s exorcist, not exterminator. And there was nothing brave about it. Draco snuck up on you from behind and you blasted him with a cross between the last thing you’d been thinking and the first thing that came to your head. Neither of which I have any desire to see. Ever.”
Hermione pursed her lips and turned her attention back to Draco, ignoring the sniggering boys above. Draco’s form looked oddly disjointed. Thin shivers wracked through him, head-to-toe, as his eyes shifted beneath his pale lids. She set the tip of her wand to his breastbone. Felt the magic tingle from shoulder to elbow to fingertips as an indistinct blue glow erupted at its tip. Draco stilled
“Oh look!” Luna grinned at Hermione from Draco’s other side. Harry and Ron watched warily. Draco’s eyes slipped open. “He’s alive!”
“Yes of course he’s -”
“Hermione.” His sole word swept through her like a breeze through sand, its soft vulnerability stunning her into speechlessness. There was a short pause, during which the lot stared at Draco as realization and awareness flooded over his features bit by bit. His eyes lingered on Harry. Ron. Luna. His hands flattened against the cool stone floor. His mind tracked back to…well, nothing. He didn’t remember much of anything. He scowled. “I mean – Granger – what the hell?”
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“Do you think we should call one of those Muggle who-si-what-sits? An exterminator?”
Just like Ron!
Fantastic! Best one I've read so far from you!
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the one word "Hermione" silenced everything into that kind of timeless calm
Oooh, love that.