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."

Chapter 30 Chapter Text 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.

Chapter 29 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.

Chapter 28 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.

Chapter 27 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—