Fic: Alone (Draco/Hermione)
Title: Alone
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 93. Walking
Word Count: 489
Summary: Hermione is working late.
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: Written for the fifth challenge of the third round at dramione_ldws. The movie was Scream. The drabble had to be set at the Ministry.
At half past nine in the evening, Hermione finally put down her quill and stretched to work out the kinks in her back As usual, her assignment for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had been fascinating, and Hermione hadn't even realised how the time had flown by.
However, now that she wasn't concentrating on her work anymore, Hermione noticed the silence. At night the wizarding world was always quite-much quieter than the Muggle world would ever be. There were no air vents rumbling and no hum of electricity could be heard. Magic was deadly quiet when there weren't any people around, and all the other employees of the Ministry of Magic had gone home for the day already. Hermione was alone.
Hurriedly, she gathered her things and threw on her cloak. Gripping her wand tightly in her hand, she rushed towards the elevators. Rationally, Hermione knew that she was quite safe in the Ministry, even if she seemed to be the only one left. But rationality had nothing to do with her fear of isolation. Hermione hated being alone.
She supposed it was a remnant of having fought a war. They all had developed one phobia or another. Hermione knew Harry still had nightmares and Ron had failed his magical combat exam for the Aurors twice because whenever he heard the sound of blasting curses and stunners he lost his head and hexed everything in sight-foes and victims alike.
Knowing that didn't make her any less frightened though. Hermione's mouth became completely dry and her heart was beating in her throat as she desperately waited for the damn elevator to reach her floor. She gripped her wand even tighter, the knuckles turning white.
And then she heard footsteps.
Hermione's heart seemed to stop while she tried to remember all the defensive spells she had learned. She held her breath.
The steps were coming closer.
"Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised you're still here. You seemed to be married to your job," Draco Malfoy drawled as he rounded the corner and saw Hermione. He stood next to her, waiting for the lift as well. "Can you believe the Minister personally told me I couldn't leave work until I finished my assignments for the day? Just because I extended my lunch break by a few hours… What's wrong with you? Kneazle got your tongue?"
Malfoy looked at Hermione, raising an eyebrow. But Hermione was too busy trying to locate her lungs to answer him. The elevator finally reached their floor and the grills slit open. Draco stepped inside, pulling Hermione with him.
While the elevator climbed upwards and Malfoy continued to drown on about the injustice of having to work longer, Hermione's pulse slowly returned to its normal pace and her fears subsided. She wasn't alone anymore.
Still, it took her some time to realise that Draco had kept one arm around her waist to steady her.
Author: kalina_blue
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 100.1 (Draco/Hermione)
Prompt: 93. Walking
Word Count: 489
Summary: Hermione is working late.
Warnings: Post-DH, EWE
A/N: Written for the fifth challenge of the third round at dramione_ldws. The movie was Scream. The drabble had to be set at the Ministry.
At half past nine in the evening, Hermione finally put down her quill and stretched to work out the kinks in her back As usual, her assignment for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had been fascinating, and Hermione hadn't even realised how the time had flown by.
However, now that she wasn't concentrating on her work anymore, Hermione noticed the silence. At night the wizarding world was always quite-much quieter than the Muggle world would ever be. There were no air vents rumbling and no hum of electricity could be heard. Magic was deadly quiet when there weren't any people around, and all the other employees of the Ministry of Magic had gone home for the day already. Hermione was alone.
Hurriedly, she gathered her things and threw on her cloak. Gripping her wand tightly in her hand, she rushed towards the elevators. Rationally, Hermione knew that she was quite safe in the Ministry, even if she seemed to be the only one left. But rationality had nothing to do with her fear of isolation. Hermione hated being alone.
She supposed it was a remnant of having fought a war. They all had developed one phobia or another. Hermione knew Harry still had nightmares and Ron had failed his magical combat exam for the Aurors twice because whenever he heard the sound of blasting curses and stunners he lost his head and hexed everything in sight-foes and victims alike.
Knowing that didn't make her any less frightened though. Hermione's mouth became completely dry and her heart was beating in her throat as she desperately waited for the damn elevator to reach her floor. She gripped her wand even tighter, the knuckles turning white.
And then she heard footsteps.
Hermione's heart seemed to stop while she tried to remember all the defensive spells she had learned. She held her breath.
The steps were coming closer.
"Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised you're still here. You seemed to be married to your job," Draco Malfoy drawled as he rounded the corner and saw Hermione. He stood next to her, waiting for the lift as well. "Can you believe the Minister personally told me I couldn't leave work until I finished my assignments for the day? Just because I extended my lunch break by a few hours… What's wrong with you? Kneazle got your tongue?"
Malfoy looked at Hermione, raising an eyebrow. But Hermione was too busy trying to locate her lungs to answer him. The elevator finally reached their floor and the grills slit open. Draco stepped inside, pulling Hermione with him.
While the elevator climbed upwards and Malfoy continued to drown on about the injustice of having to work longer, Hermione's pulse slowly returned to its normal pace and her fears subsided. She wasn't alone anymore.
Still, it took her some time to realise that Draco had kept one arm around her waist to steady her.