A wake-up call

[dragons_can_learn]

Draco was more tactile than either Harry or Ron, and after earlier events they were entwined together, naked and happily and relaxedly tired. On an impulse he'd had before he kissed her gently, open-mouthed, and then flinched as he broke the kiss and sat up.

"Fuck!" He balled his left hand into a fist even as he reached for his wand with his right. "Someone with the Dark Mark just cast Morsmordre. About sixty five miles that way." He pointed, eyes darkening and face closing down. "That's why it was feared of course." He frowned, then cursed. "Slytherin's serpent! That's probably Runton. Muggle village that contains the largest group of squibs in Europe! And if they've half a brain there'll be a standard anti-apparition ward slowing the Aurors down!"

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[mudblood_andproud]

Hermione had been enjoying being entwined close to Draco, a sensation of happiness and euphoria still dancing on her skin. And she smiled when he kissed her gently.

But then, he flinched and sat up suddenly. Hermione sat up too, reaching over to find her own want quickly.

"That doesn't sound good."

"We have to do something!"