Bring Him To His Knees by musyc, a Dramione Audiobook

Thank you all for coming on their journey with us.

Chapter 31 

1 July, 2010

Hermione released Harry from the tight hug, laughing as he pushed his glasses back into place. "Thank you again," she said. "For being my man of honor. For being my friend. For...." She shook her head with a smile. "For being just Harry."

"It's the least I could do for my best friend." Harry tugged loose the knot in his bow tie and let the ends dangle around his neck. "Still can't believe you talked Malfoy into letting the wedding be held at the Manor, though. All these peasants stomping around his garden and getting their germs on his ancestry."

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Hermione lay across the bench, knees bent up, with her head on Draco's thigh. She let her hand dangle, brushing the warm grass, and squinted into the sun as Draco shifted. He reached for his shoulder again, and she cleared her throat pointedly. "Draco, for heaven's sake. Stop poking at it. You know what the surgeon said."

"It itches," he grumbled.

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She hurt. From her face to her hands, to her abdomen and her thigh, everything hurt, but Draco had her. He'd come for her and she'd fought at his side and when she'd fallen he'd fought even harder.

Too injured to get up, she'd lain on the floor and watched as something in Draco shattered. He spun and attacked. On the bridge after his mother's funeral, she'd watched him shadow-duelling in grief and heartbreak. He'd been dangerous then.

Fighting Geoffrey, he was deadly. The silver mask had flowed over his face, blocking out his sharp features, taking away Draco and leaving darkness.

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He spun in black clouds and bright lightning, whirling in the space between here and there. The connection between the twin greyhound rings called to him, guiding him to Hermione. Her desperate scream filled his blood and his heartbeat screamed in triple-time with her.

I'm coming. I love you. I'm coming. I'll find you.

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It would have taken her half an hour to walk to Harley Street from the Leaky Cauldron, but she'd thought that being out on the streets, even Muggle streets, was a bad idea under the circumstances. She'd decided to enter London through the pub, where she planned to flag down a black cab and be delivered to her doctor's office no more than ten minutes later, even with Friday's post-business hours traffic.

She'd never thought for a moment that it wouldn't matter how long she was out or what street she was on.

She stopped on the pavement outside her doctor's building as a gust of wind caught her hair and the flowing skirt of her dress. She turned to pull her hair out of her face, and—

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Hermione slumped into the chair next to Harry's desk and kicked her shoes off. "Draco had the right idea," she announced to the ceiling. "Skip the Remembrance Day events. Go to Azkaban instead. Bet he had a better day."

Harry took her hand, put a glass of Firewhiskey in it, and patted her shoulder. "You handled it well," he said, circling his desk to thump into his chair. He put his feet up on the desk and leaned back, groaning as he undid his tie. "You managed not to hex anyone, at least, so I'm counting that as a win."

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Harry poked Draco in the shoulder. "Malfoy," he said.

Draco took a long sip of his coffee, his attention on the evidence wall and the additions Cotterill and Choudhury had made to it while he was on compassionate leave. They had tracked the activities of all the previous victims, and laid out timelines and small movement maps for each. They'd done another round of interviews to see if any stories changed, rerun every report, and even badgered Townsend into walking them through a recreation of each autopsy.

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Hermione woke as the mattress shifted, a weight behind her moving away. She cracked one eye open to see Draco getting out of bed and slipping across the room to push open a set of tall French doors onto a balcony. He stepped outside, the orange flare of fire glowing on his face as he lit a cigarette. He propped his hip against the stone railing, arms crossed. Smoke drifted gently away.

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Draco drummed his fingers on his knee, then forced himself to stillness. Across the waiting room, Harry lifted his brows. "All right, Malfoy?"

"Not entirely. I still don't know why I needed to be in uniform for whatever this is," Draco said. He hooked his finger in the neck of his jacket and tugged it away from his throat. "It's uncomfortable."

"This from a man who wears suits and ties every day of his life. I don't understand how that isn't uncomfortable. You have three-piece pyjamas, don't you?"