Taken Away, Yet Again

                                    

                                          
Draco's POV
                          
With a pop, we apparated in front of Mr.Benjamin's house. Mrs.Granger's body was propped up in between mine and her husband's, who was gasping for air, clearly not used to apparating.  Slowly we trudged to the door and swung open it open to the faces of Mr. and Mrs.Benjamin. 
                          
"My, boy... what-" The old man began.
                          
"Never mind that, please. They are hurt." I said. 
                          
Mrs.Benjamin nodded importantly and headed to her kitchen where she kept her potion ingredients. If you ever needed help from a cut, to a missing limb, Mrs.Benjamin was your savior. Being a retired Healer from St. Mungo's, she was very experienced in the medical field. We followed behind her, limping like we were in a three legged race that muggles do for fun. The large marble counter cleared itself with the wave of her wand and we gingerly placed Mrs.Granger's weak body on top. We stood back and watched. 
                          
Mrs.Benjamin ran a frail hand over her forehead, then over her ribcage. Mrs.Granger's eyes fluttered and she groaned in pain. I heard a sniff from behind me. Hermione was standing as far away as she could, watching her hurting mother with flowing tears. Silently, I gathered her in my arms, resting her head against my chest. 
                          
"Hit by a cruciatus curse?" Mrs.Benjamin's sharp voiced sliced through the thick air. "Yes'm" I croaked. 
                          
The old woman shook her head in acknowledgement and began to concoct a potion. Mr.Granger stood on the opposite side of her, holding his unconscious wife's hand with only a blank stare of grief stricken on his old worn face. Mr.Benjamin walked up to Mr.Granger and invited him into the living room to talk, getting him away from her so Mrs.Benjamin could have some room in the smaller kitchen. Which only left me and Hermione standing in the front doorway, hugging each other with our lives. 
                          
"I should have known..." Hermione's cracked voice came from my cloak. Another tear dribbled down her face.
                          
"Hermione, don't you dare blame this on yourself." I took a step back to stare her in the face. Pinkness ringed her puffy eyes and her face was blotchy from crying. Her hair was matted in several places and she twisted her hands nervously, staring at the colorful rugs beneath us. I reached up to touch her face, her expression softening as she muzzled her face onto my hand, another tear shed. "Look at me," I whispered, and she did. "If anything, it's my fault. They want me, and hit me in a weak spot. C'mon Hermione, please don't cry." 
                          
Her lips crinkled and a loud sob emitted from her. I hugged her again, letting her bitter tears soak my cloak enveloping her. For the longest of time, she didn't calm down so I picked her up and carried her to our room to rest. She was tired, I could really tell. I laid her on the bed, breaking her into a new set of tears. I lay next to her, stroking her hair like I used to the night that Scorpius went missing. Her streams of tears slowed to a small drip then to nothing but little sniffles. Her eyes were closed but her consciousness hung on by a thread. 
                          
I kissed her forehead. Her eyelids fluttered open slightly to meet my gaze. Her chocolate eyed gaze filled me with warmth, calming me immensely. "You ok?" I asked.
                          
Her head bobbed up and down. "Yeah," she muttered. "Just scared."
                          
"Of what?" I focused on her curly bushy hair, spinning it on the tips of my fingers. 
                          
"My mother. Our baby. The Death Eaters. The thought of losing you."
                          
"Now why would you think of losing me?" I smirked playfully but she remained serious.
                          
"I thought... No, never mind..." 
                          
"No, tell me Mione. I promise I won't say anything against it ok?"