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Her breath came out in puffs as she stood behind the dilapidated warehouse holding the enchanted coin in her hand tightly. Only for an emergency was what Draco had said. But Ron had left them in a screaming rage, and Harry… Her breath came out in a broken sob at the thought of leaving him, injured from Nagini’s attack, in the tent alone. If ever there was a time to be considered an emergency, Hermione considered this was it.
She needed a break. She needed solace. She needed him.
The soft crack of Apparition eased the clench of Hermione’s heart just slightly. Within seconds Draco was moving towards her clearly expecting the worst by the look on his face. She hadn’t the time to speak before he was sweeping her into his arms and looking over her, assessing for injury. “What happened- are you hurt?” His voice was nearly frantic.
“I’m…” her words faltered. Saying she was fine would be a lie, so she settled on, “I needed to see you.”
“Granger we-”
“Ron left,” Hermione sobbed, cutting him off. She could feel Draco stiffen but he pulled her closer to him nonetheless. “And Harry’s been hurt.” Burying her face in his chest she breathed in his spicy scent, letting the smell of him bring her comfort. “I don’t know how much longer I can go on.”
Draco brought his hands to her face, cupping her cheeks. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft. His thumbs brushed the tears off of her cheeks and stole a kiss from her lips. “Granger, you are the brightest witch we’ve seen in ages. If there’s anyone who can help Potter defeat the Dark Lord it’s you.” His lips brushed hers once more and Hermione pushed herself onto her toes and kissed him harder. When they broke apart he asked, “What can I do?”
“Just…stay with me.” Hermione stepped closer to him.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her impossibly tight. Draco’s lips brushed the top of her head before he replied, “For as long as I can.”