The next week was rather uneventful for all except Hermione and Draco, who had to get everything sorted and ready for the upcoming Halloween ball. They had just three days left, and so far tehy had only agreed on two things; a small set by a seventh year Slytherin band called Sleepy Hollow followed by a D.J., and that everyone must wear a costume. The students were getting sick of having to wear dress robes to all social events, so costumes would be a nice change for all. The two could just not agree on the decorations.
“Black and orange are traditional Halloween colors, what is so wrong with that idea Draco?”
Draco sighed, sitting back on the sofa of their common room. “They’re just so boring and expected. Why can’t we throw in a mix of silver and red?”
“If we do that it looks like we are favoring Gryffindor and Slytherin We’d have to put in the other house colors as well, and let’s face it yellow and powder blue are not very Halloween-y.”
“What about multi-colored cups and napkins? They could be yellow and blue.”
Hermione sighed as well, pushing herself into a perched position on the edge of the sofa. “They would look horrid ”
“Well, how about this. Black and orange napkins and cups, red and silver and black table cloths and chair covers, and the house banners hanging from the ceiling.”
She paused, thinking over the idea. “That’s not bad. I kind of like it.”
Draco smirked, gloating momentarily at his ‘genius’. “And we could have black and orange streamers on the ceiling as well, with silver and red balloons, and then different house colors for confetti sprinkled on the floor and tables. That way, everyone is happy and it still looks really cool.”
Hermione hunched over a piece of parchment, furiously scribbling. “Yes! And we could enchant the punch so that it’s a different house color every time it’s poured into the cups!” She leaned back again, rolling her head to look at Draco. “Brilliant, just bloody brilliant. Who would’ve thought that you would be so keen on decorating.”
“I’m a man of many talents,” he replied with his famous smirk.
“Well, now that we’ve figured out the decorations, we need to get to work on finding them. I’ve still got to make my costume too.”
“I didn’t know you could sew.”
“Yeah, well, I”m a woman of many talents. Speaking of sewing, do you think we could use the new Gryffindor banner you’ve sewed?”
Draco grimaced and looked down at his hands, which were covered in little pin pricks from his many hours of detention. “I don’t see why not. It’s not the best looking banner, but it’s not an absolute piece or rubbish either.”
Hermione clapped her hands excitedly. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Have you figured out what you’re going as?”
“Not yet,” he replied. “I’m not much for costumes, but I just finished reading this muggle book that had an interesting character in it, so I might go for that.”
“Hmm... Well, if you need any help with it let me know.”
“Yeah, I might ask, but I think I’ll be able to find it, it’s just crushed red velvet. What are you going as?”
“Oddly enough, I’m going as a character from a story as well, but it’s a surprise. I’m not telling anyone, especially Harry.”
Cocking an eyebrow, Draco gave her a look that said ‘explain please’.
“I want to see if he knows me well enough to guess and match me. I’ve been leaving hints all week, but he’s kind of thick sometimes, so I don’t think he’ll get it.”
“Ahhh, you’re being a tricky girl. Well, I guess I’ll just find out at the ball.”
Hermione stood up stretching with a loud yawn. ‘Merlin I love the way she yawns, with that little yip on the end,’ Draco thought as the notorious yip escaped her lips seconds later. ‘Wait, did I really think that? I’m losing it.’
“Well, I’m off to bed. I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Yeah,” Draco said, standing as well. “I think I’ll read for a bit, I’m trying to get through an interesting one about ancient China, but it’s a hard read.”
“I think I’ve read that one, from my bookshelf about the origins of communism in the country?”
“Mm-hm. It’s really good.”
“It is. All right, good night then.”
“Good night Hermione,” he said, and without thinking grabbed her and kissed her. Hermione stood there, shocked for a second, then simply turned and walked into her room. ‘DAMNIT!’ Draco thought, running his hand through his blonde locks. ‘Why did I do that! It was like an instinct, as if I had been doing it for years!’. He paced in front of the fire place, trying to sort his thoughts, but gave up grabbed his book, heading towards his room for the night. ‘What ever it was, I’ll figure it out in the morning’.
‘He kissed me,’ she thought, staring out her window at the moon. ‘Why would he do something like that? I mean, that wasn’t just a kiss, that was a kiss kiss, an I like you kiss. I didn’t even now he liked me.’ She rolled over and stared at her bed curtains, grabbing her teddy bear and holding it close. Thinking of her best friend, she gasped. ‘How am I going to tell her what just happened! She thinks we’re just friends, this could fuck up the whole plan!’ As this thought crossed her mind, she fell into a troubled sleep.
“Good morning Mione!” Harry said the next day, leaning across the breakfast table to give her a kiss. Hermione turned her head obligingly, giving her best 100 watt smile. ‘Boy wonder’ returned the smile, sitting down and tucking in.
“Hey, have you seen much of Ron lately? He seems so wrapped up in Dean that we don’t get to chat anymore.”
“Yeah, he has been being a git hasn’t he? I’m sure the honeymoon phase will be over soon enough and we’ll have our ‘ickle ronni-kins’ back.”
“I hope so,” Hermione replied, staring blankly into her porridge as she stirred it aimlessly. Her mind had yet again wandered to last nights events. She still couldn’t believe that Draco had kissed her like that, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. ‘What in the bloody hell was that boy thinking? I mean, what am I supposed to do about this, I don’t even really like him that way. First I was just breaking one boys heart for a good cause and now I’m breaking another’s because he doesn’t understand what the term fuck buddy means. MEN!’
“Hermione, are you listening to me?” Harry asked, interrupting her from her mind. Shaking her head and mentally slapping herself, Hermione forced another bright smile.
“I’m sorry, I was thinking of first lessons. What were you saying?”
“I asked you what you were going to the ball as so that I can match you. I don’t want to show up as one of the Weird Sisters and you’re dressed as Alice in Wonderland.”
“I’m not telling anyone what I’m going as. I want to see if you know me as well as you say you do,” Hermione replied leaning across the table and giving him a short but passion filled kiss. “I haven’t even told Ginny. Speaking of, have you seen her yet? I wanted a chat with her before class?” she asked, looking around for her partner in crime.
Harry hesitated at the mention of Ginny, a piece of toast half way in his mouth. Hermione didn’t notice his pause, simply turning her attention back to him as he placed the toast in his mouth. He chewed slowly, swallowing and taking a sip of juice before answering. “No, I haven’t, if I see her would you like me to tell her you want to talk to her?”
“Yeah, that would be fabulous, thanks I’ve got to run,” she rushed, grabbing a bit of toast and a banana for later.
Across the room, a pair of steely eyes stared at the Gryffindor couple, his heart racing and blood boiling as they kissed and whispered to each other. ‘Why can’t that be me?’ he thought. ‘Wait a second, did I just think that? Of course I did,’ he continued the internal argument. ‘I’m head over heels for the girl, I can’t help it.’
“Damn it!” he exclaimed as he slammed his goblet down and stormed out of the Great Hall, causing the Slytherins around him to look up in wonder.
Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, was in love with a mudblood Gryffindor.
Hermione spent the rest of the day with her head in the clouds, day-dreaming of the upcoming ball. (No matter how evil she is, Hermione is still a girl and that entitles her to get excited over silly things like shoes, dances, and killing curses). ‘I wonder if anyone will know who I’m going as, it is pretty muggle of me. Oh wait, I am a ‘mudblood’ aren’t I?’ She giggled to herself quietly as she made her way down the corridor towards the Great Hall for dinner. She was just passing the tapestry that hid a secret hall when a pair of skinny arms grabbed her and whipped her into said hidden passage.
“What in the bloody blue...”
“SHHH! Hermione, it’s me, Ginny!” She hissed in a low voice, peeking her head out to make sure no one had noticed her friends sudden departure from the crowd.
“Gin, what the hell are you doing?”
“Listen, I’ve got something to tell you that might throw a kink in our plan.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes, trying desperately not to get angry with her partner in crime. “What do you mean there’s a ‘kink’ in our plan. What could possibly have gone wrong?”
“He kissed me.”
Eyes widening as she gasped, Hermione stared at Ginny for a second, wondering wether or not to believe her. Ginny stared back, then lowered her gaze, studying her hands and shuffling her feet. After a moment, Hermione giggled again, linking arms with the red head as she attempted to pull them back into the dinner rush.
“That’s not a problem silly I could care bloody less if he likes you more than me. Matter of fact, this means I don’t have to pretend to be his girlfriend anymore, thanks Gin,” she said, pulling aside the tapestry. Ginny grabbed her arm, causing Hermione to stop and turn.
“It is a problem If people think you’ve broken up, then they’re going to suspect that you might want to harm him in some way and think that you might have something to do with his sudden ‘disappearance’,” she gushed, out of breath slightly by the end of her rant. Hermione contemplated this for a moment, then grinned.
“No they won’t. Even if we do ‘break up’, everyone is under the impression that no matter how badly Harry and Ron piss me off, I’ll always be there to back the two of them up.”
“Yeah, but people also say there is no wrath like that of a woman scorned.”
“Trust me,” Hermione said, pulling them out of the passage at last and into the dining area. “No one will suspect a thing. Now, let’s eat, I’m starving, and I have to talk to young Mr. Malfoy about something that happened last night.”
“Oh really,” Ginny said, wiggling her eyebrows as the two sat down. “And what, pray tell, did our little blonde boy do this time?”
Grabbing a biscuit and some milk, Hermione looked up, unsure as to wether or not she should tell Ginny what happened. “Well.... uhh... he...”
“Oh come on! I told you what Harry did ”
“Fine. He kissed me,” she mumbled.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I said he kissed me.”
Ginny smirked, grabbing a chicken leg. “Well, yeah, don’t you guys do that all the time? I mean, the way you talk it’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you.”
“No, it wasn’t that kind of kiss,” she replied in exasperation. “It was a real kiss, an ‘I-love-you-good-night-I’ll-see-you-in-the-morning’ type of kiss.”
Ginny dropped her chicken leg, mouth open as she stared across the table at her friend. “Are you bloody serious?”
“I’m dead serious. He doesn’t want to just get into my knickers any more Gin, I think he really likes me.”
“Well, what are you going to do about it?”
Hermione leaned back and sighed, pushing her plate away. “I don’t really know, I haven’t given it much thought yet. I’ll sleep on it and think about it again tomorrow.”
“All right,” Ginny replied, looking at Hermione in uncertainty. “If you need any help let me know, ok?”
“I will, no worries.”
A thick silence fell over the two girls as they finished their meals. Loud giggles came from the other side of the hall, Pansy was draping herself over Draco again. Ginny nodded over Hermiones shoulder at the ridiculous pug, a small smile playing on her lips. Hermione turned, taking in the scene; the black haired girl giggling madly as she leaned against him, placing her hand what appeared to be his leg. The head girl watched impassively as the head boy was close to assaulted by his fellow Slytherin, jumping up quickly and making a sound of agitation before looking up.
Draco was used to these episodes, Pansy making a fool of herself in front of the whole school. But this time was different, because Hermione was watching. Not only was she watching, but she looked pissed. ‘Shit, I wonder what she’s thinking now. Fuck this, I’m out,’ he thought as he locked eyes with the Gryffindor for a moment, storming out of the Great Hall and up to the Heads commons.
As he slammed the statue shut, Draco’s forearm began to burn. He looked down at his skull and snake tattoo as it got warmer and a place of meeting popped into his head. The Dark Lord was calling, and it was never a good thing to keep him waiting. Draco grabbed a cloak and quickly made his way to the front doors, praying that no one would see him leaving. To his luck, everyone was still eating as he slipped out the front door, shutting it quietly and rushing across the lawn to the front gates. ‘I wonder what the Dark Lord wants this time.’
Hermione cringed as her arm burned. Looking down, she saw a shadow the Dark Mark she had received as a child. She and her father had come up with a masking spell so that she would never have to worry about accidentally flashing it to someone, but if her father ever needed her urgently it would slowly start to form. Looking around to see if anyone had noticed her cringe, she leaned across the table and whispered into Ginny’s ear. Nodding, Ginny stood up and the two exited the Hall quickly, leaving the castle and hurrying across the grounds towards the gates.
“What’s going on Hermione?” Ginny asked worriedly, trying to keep up with her fast pace.
“I’m not sure, but my father will explain everything when we get there,” she rushed, ripping open the gates and pulling out her wand for apparation.
“Wait, where are we going? And how am I supposed to get there I haven’t passed my test yet.”
“Shit,” Hermione whispered, grabbing Ginny by the hand. “I need you to hold on tightly, don’t let go for any reason.”
“All right, but where are we...”
Ginny never finished her sentence as she and Hermione disappeared into the night. Wind was rushing past her head, whipping her hair into her eyes and leaving her deaf to any other sound. Seconds later they touched down on a brightly lit beach surrounded by a forest.
“Where are we?” She asked in awe as Hermione took off down a small path that led into the woods. Ginny ran after her, pausing to stare at a curious looking toucan.
“We’re at one of my fathers estates in the Malaysian islands. I can’t tell you any more than that, now hurry up, daddy does not like to be kept waiting.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” she replied quickening her pace. The girls were almost running through the beautiful foliage when Hermione took a sharp right, seemingly into nothing. Ginny followed and saw that behind two massive trees there was a small building, a shack almost.
“You’re father has a shack in the middle of the jungle?”
“No silly,” Hermione giggled as she reached the door. Knocking in a distinct pattern, the door opened to reveal a large foyer. “He owns a magical estate that can only be breached by those who know the code, otherwise it looks like a shack in the middle of the jungle.”
“Oh,” Ginny mused as she let Hermione lead her through the foyer and down a hall to a magnificent looking study. It was twice the size of her dormitory, with cathedral ceilings and windows that reached from top to bottom of the room. Sitting behind a mahogany desk was Voldemort, no disguise or costume necessary in the middle of a remote island. He looked up, irritated at the intrusion, but his face broke into a large grin when he saw his daughter.
“Ahh! My little dark princess, I was wondering when you would be getting here.”
“Sorry daddy,” she said, running around the desk for a hug. “Ginny doesn’t hasn’t passed her apparation test, so it took a bit longer than desired.”
Voldemort turned his gaze to the red head who had her face turned down in shame. He laughed, causing Ginny to raise her eyes cautiously. “Don’t worry about it darling.”
“I really am sorry sir.”
“Oh pish-posh. It’s not your fault that the Ministry has decided to put an age limit on apparations. You will take your test in due time, until then I can wait an extra two minutes for my little girl to arrive.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Now come off it, stop calling me sir. I won’t have you calling me sir, but I’m not too fond of anything creepy like Uncle Voldy either. How about...”
“Oh!” Hermione interrupted, jumping up and down in excitement. “How about Daddy-V?”
Voldemort stared at his daughter, slightly appalled at such an idea as both girls burst out laughing.
“Yes,” Ginny gasped, trying to catch her breath. “I think that Daddy-V is exactly the name I’m going to call you.”
The dark lord continued to stare at the two girls as a toothy grin slowly stretched across his face, laughter gleaming in his eyes as his voice rang out with a booming guffaw. “I love it, my little red-headed traitor. Now, to business. As you know, young Mr. Malfoy has his dark mark.”
“Yes,” the girls replied in unison, Hermione shaking her head slightly as Ginny tried suppressing a bought of the giggles. ‘Daddy-V’ gave the duo a sharp look before continuing.
“Anyway, Mr. Malfoy is an ambitious little bastard, and he keeps scheming up plans to grab Mr. Potter. He has been warned many times to stop these, that they are interfering with the grand plan, but he seems to lack discipline,” he stopped, pausing for both dramatic effect and breath. “I’ve decided that Mr. Malfoy should be punished for his lack of control, yet at the same time congratulated for his many efforts at trying to prove himself. This is where you girls come in,” Hermiones ears perked up at the idea of helping punish someone. It was one of her favorite father daughter pastimes. “I need something that is not only good but bad, a prize with sharp edges. What do you two suggest?”
“Why don’t you just Crucio the hell out of him and then give him a cookie?” Ginny asked absently, staring out the window at the beautiful jungle scene below them. Hermione giggled at her friends blase-ness on the subject as Voldemort chuckled into his hand.
“I was thinking more along the lines of a mental battle. Hermione, my darling, don’t you think it’s about time to come out of hiding?”
“NO!” Hermione yelled, causing her father to flinch at the harshness.
“I thought this is what you wanted honey, to be able to tell others about your true self.”
“It is, but daddy, Draco will just fuck things up,” Hermione sighed, pulling a real cigarette from her fathers desk drawer and lighting it. “Oh, I’m sorry Ginny, did you want one?” she asked, offering the pack to the red-head, who accepted the menthol flavored cancer stick with a smile. “I think that keeping me on the inside and secret to only us three is the best course of action dad. I mean, Draco will probably spill it to someone and *poof*, there goes out cover.”
“She’s right Daddy-V, he’ll muck it up,” Ginny said, a cloud of smoke escaping her lips and floating towards the ceiling. “Plus, he’ll be too worried about impressing her and you, causing him to muck things up even more than he already is. It’s too risky revealing the identity now.”
Voldemort gazed out the window, deep in thought. “I suppose you are correct on this one, but I feel that young Malfoy may help you more than hinder you. We’ll hold off for now, but I want you girls to think about this, all right?”
“I promise daddy,” Hermione exhaled, rolling her eyes through the smoke.
“All right, now, you girls have to scoot, young Malfoy is on his way to meet me and be severely chatted with about his latest fiasco with you and Mr. Potter. Give daddy a hug precious,” he said, reaching out his arms for a hug. Hermione practically ran across the room and leapt into his arms, giving him the most bone crushing hug one had ever seen. Ginny hung back, feeling a bit out of place as she stared at her shoes. “Don’t be silly girl, come and give me a hug,” Voldemort said, reaching one of his arms towards the Weasley. Ginny blushed and smiled, walking towards the two slowly and embracing the Dark Lord with a limp hug. He laughed, letting go of Hermione and grabbing Ginny, spinning her around and hugging her with just as much enthusiasm as his own daughter. “No matter what people think of me, if there were more hugs in this world it would be a much better place,” he said, setting the girl down. “Now, get going the lot of you I have things to do.”
“Bye daddy! I love you!” Hermione called out as she and Ginny turned to leave.
“I love you too pumpkin. Good bye Ginny.”
The girls left, walking to the apparation spot and disappearing with a pop, landing in front of the gates at Hogwarts.
“What is you’re dad going to do to Draco?” Ginny asked as they made their way towards the castle.
“He’ll probably be Crucio’d for his little stunt, then given some pointless chat about how he must be patient like the other Death Eaters and that he needs to stop being such an over achiever.”
“That’s not too bad,” she mused, pulling the doors open for her and Hermione.
Draco writhed in pain on the floor, his eyes burning with unshed tears as white-hot pain flew through his veins. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t breath, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let the Dark Lord hear him scream, the punishment would just be worse. The curse was lifted just as Draco had decided he couldn’t take anymore, that it was too much. Gasping on all fours, he tried to stop the coughing fit that was coming upon him in vain, and his body started racking as blood splattered on the glass covered stone around him from the force of his cough.
“Now, young Mr. Malfoy, what exactly were you thinking when you decided to pull that little prank?”
“I.... I...” he gasped, trying to get enough air to talk. It was entirely to painful to talk, but he wouldn’t show the Dark Lord that, he was stronger than that. “I thought it was just going to be a funny joke, my lord. I didn’t realize that it would interfere with your plan in any way. I’m sor...” Draco only made it through half of his apology before Voldemort cursed him again, using the Imperius curse this time to make Draco do back flips over the shattered glass on the ground.
“Please, Mr. Malfoy, don’t underestimate the epic-ness of even the tiniest misplaced idea. Never do something of this sort again, do you understand?”
Draco nodded as he flipped through the air, his hands covered in blood and bits of glass. Lifting the curse mid flip, Draco fell to the ground as Voldemort quickly used a healing spell to cover Malfoys bruises and cuts.
“Now, go back to school and wait for the next course of action,” Voldemort finished with a flair, dissapparating and leaving the blonde boy to find his own way.
Getting up slowly, Draco limped towards the door, hoping he had enough strength to apparate back to the castle. He stepped outside, squinting into the darkness. The Slytherin still had no idea where he was, except that it was very cold and reminded him of the countryside in Norway that his father used to take him to for training with the other young Death Eaters. “Well then, maybe I’m in bloody Norway,” he said aloud, walking down the stone path to the spot he had apparated to. That was the one bad thing about being a follower of Voldemort, the bouncing around one had to do when the mark started to burn. All followers of Voldemort with the mark were to apparate immediately after it started twinging, but you never knew where you were going. The mark was tuned in to Voldemort so that the Death Eaters needn’t know where to apparate, just that they had to clear their minds and let the apparation happen. It could take up to an hour to apparate to Voldemort, especially if he changed his mind as to were he wanted to go or if he was caught up in something and ended up taking his dear sweet time in getting there himself. Another bad thing, Voldemort always arrived first, so until then the Death Eaters would just be floating in that magical wind, waiting for their master to figure out what the fuck he was doing.
Draco leaned against the apparation tree, catching his breath before leaving for the school. Heaving himself off the tree, he instantly left for the gates, collapsing as soon as his feet hit the ground. Pushing himself up, Draco managed to make it to his common room couch before collapsing again, not even noticing if anyone was in the halls and especially paying no heed to the fact that Ginny and Hermione sitting on the opposite side of the room in the arm chairs as he crashed into the back of the sofa and fell onto the cushions.
“Urgh,” he moaned, clutching his hands and rib cage, which seemed to suffer the worse. He was pale and sweaty, and if one were to touch him they would find skin as cold as ice. Ginny gasped loudly as another raging cough tore through his chest.
“I thought you said it wasn’t going to be that bad?” she whispered furiously at her friend.
“He’s still alive, isn’t he?”
“Granger, is that you?”
“Yes Malfoy. What happened to you?”
“The Dark Lord,” he said, no hesitation in his broken voice. Ginny gave Hermione a look, as if asking why he was so open.
“He knows that I know, why would he hide it?” she hissed, getting up to help the battered boy. Conjuring a cool cloth, she placed it on his forehead and rolled him over onto his side, placing another cloth against the back of his neck. “Ginny, can you get me a bucket and a glass of water?”
Ginny hurried into the kitchen, grabbing the glass of water and creating a bucket out of nothing as she walked back into the commons just as Draco started moaning again.
“Ugh, Granger I think I’m going to be sick.”
“That’s what the bucket is for. Ginny,” she said, reaching for the bucket. Hermione had barely placed it by Draco’s head before he lost everything in him, more blood coming up than anything. Between the boughts of sickness, Ginny watched Hermione force Draco to drink the water, making her get more when she ran out. ‘She’s really mothering him, as if she was worried,’ Ginny thought after going into the kitchen for the fourth glass of water. ‘I wonder if Hermione likes Malfoy more than she’s letting on.”
“Gin! I need more water he’s dry heaving!”
Ginny raced back as Draco heaved over the bucket, nothing coming up but air and a little bit of blood as Hermione rubbed his back, trying to get him to calm down. Grabbing the water from Ginny, Hermione forced it down his throat. Draco kept it down for a minute before it started coming back up again.
“Hermione, he’s really bad.”
“I know, damn it! Why isn’t there a scratch on him, this can’t all be internal.”
“He... cleaned me up,” Draco managed before he lost himself to the bucket again, this time shards of glass coming up with the blood. Ginny and Hermione both saw this, and theirs eyes locked as they both realized what was happening. He was bleeding from the inside out, his organs were being torn by the glass inside him.
“We have to get him to Pomfrey Hermione, now,” Ginny said, pulling out her wand to levitate Draco.
“NO! How are we going to explain this to Pomfrey?” Hermione shouted.
“He’s going to die Hermione!”
“We can’t take him to Pomfrey, and we can’t take him to St. Mungos! I won’t allow it, I’m not risking everything for him!”
“HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!! HE’S DYING!!!!!!!!!!”
Hermione paced in front of the two, Draco not comprehending the argument but not caring at the same time.
“She’s right Ginny, I can’t go to Pomfrey or St. Mungos, I’ll go to Azkaban if that happens. I have no way to explain why I have glass in my stomach,” he said after a particularly nasty session of heaves.
“What are we supposed to do Malfoy?”
“We’ll take him to my dad.”
Ginny stopped, turning to stare at Hermione. Didn’t they have this conversation just hours ago?
“No, Hermione we can’t do that. You want to talk about screwing everything up?”
“Well, what are we supposed to do? You’re right, he’s going to die, and we can’t have that, he’s a key person.”
Draco heaved again, another piece of glass coming up as he slumped forward. He had passed out from lack of blood.
“Shit! Come on Ginny, let’s get him out of here.”
“Fine, let’s take him to you’re dad’s. Do we know where he is?”
“Hey, I thought you said that it wouldn’t be too bad for him.”
“He’s still alive, isn’t he?”
“Ha, for now,” the red head said, levitating Malfoy as Hermione grabbed an invisibility cloak and threw it over him. The two walked downstairs, outside and to the gates. Hermione grabbed a hold of both figure tightly, thought of her and her dad’s summer home in Norway, and apparated, all the while praying that he was there.
“Damn it daddy, way to fuck things up.”
And there it is.... 11th chapter. I find that I haven’t left enough cliff hangers in this little diddy of mine, so here’s a mini one. So read and review, don’t leave me anything flame-y for I am not forcing you to read this so I don’t need to be treated as if I were. Hope you enjoyed it... cheers....
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