He expected her to say no. He wanted her to say no. Another moment spent with her while she was in such an emotional state was another moment where his image of her would be yet again warped. It was more comfortable to suffer in silence with her—or even to bicker with her—than it was to exist in a state of neutrality.
But then she grabbed his hand. His hand instinctively flinched at the same moment that his heart skipped a beat, but before he could pull away or protest or ask why she'd done it she'd already answered his question. Their time spent together in mortal peril had conditioned him, apparently; he was immediately on his feet and following her, no questions asked.
Only after a few steps did he look back at his shoulder. Splitter's lackey. It was Nottingham, wasn't it? Or Northam. He wasn't sure. What he was sure of was that he had no intention of running through Hogsmeade in such an undignified way being chased by some low-life.
He removed his wand and, squeezing her hand tightly, disapparated.
A moment later, they reappeared on the other side of the square between what he knew to be the local whorehouse masquerading as a tea shop and another business he'd never bothered to learn the name of. He wasn't sure why he'd brought them there—maybe it was because the image of Splitters using Yaxley in a way he didn't want to think about hadn't left his mind as he'd hoped—but he was glad women generally weren't aware of its true purpose.
"Merlin, they really don't like you, do they?" were the first words out of his mouth as he leaned against the side of the building, finally releasing her hand.
But then she grabbed his hand. His hand instinctively flinched at the same moment that his heart skipped a beat, but before he could pull away or protest or ask why she'd done it she'd already answered his question. Their time spent together in mortal peril had conditioned him, apparently; he was immediately on his feet and following her, no questions asked.
Only after a few steps did he look back at his shoulder. Splitter's lackey. It was Nottingham, wasn't it? Or Northam. He wasn't sure. What he was sure of was that he had no intention of running through Hogsmeade in such an undignified way being chased by some low-life.
He removed his wand and, squeezing her hand tightly, disapparated.
A moment later, they reappeared on the other side of the square between what he knew to be the local whorehouse masquerading as a tea shop and another business he'd never bothered to learn the name of. He wasn't sure why he'd brought them there—maybe it was because the image of Splitters using Yaxley in a way he didn't want to think about hadn't left his mind as he'd hoped—but he was glad women generally weren't aware of its true purpose.
"Merlin, they really don't like you, do they?" were the first words out of his mouth as he leaned against the side of the building, finally releasing her hand.
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