Chapter 35 : Rabastan
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“Down!” growled Draco, pushing the nearby Death Eater’s hand down. “Back the fuck down!” he barked.
“He blew up the Town Hall where we were having a fucking meeting!” bellowed a Death Eater, bringing his wand up to aim at Krum.
“Hey!” Draco was inches away from the Death Eater, his gray eyes in a thunderstorm. “I’m head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Where are we? Bulgaria. This means this is an international affair so I’m in fucking charge here. So, fuck off! All of you fuck off now!” He barked at the rest of the Death Eaters.
With scowls, but no protest they sulked into the cabin with fleeting, disapproving glares. When they all left, Draco turned to Hermione, his face softening. She finally peeled her eyes away from Krum to stare helplessly at Draco.
“He’s your friend,” muttered Draco.
Hermione nodded vaguely, unable to form words. After some time, she spoke, “We are in Bulgaria?”
“Yes…” he answered faintly.
“What are you going to do with him?”
Draco shrugged. “I don’t know. I think what’s the safest and best for him is to bring him back to the Ministry… Don’t worry I won’t leave him here with them.”
He stepped in front of Hermione, cupping her face. “Baby, I don’t want to upset you. So, trust me, he isn’t going to get hurt.” His hands dropped to his side as they both turned to Krum. “You should clean him up…”
Draco walked to Krum, lifting him up by the arm as Krum stood up with shaky legs, his arms tied behind him in a vise by an invisible force. His brown eyes pierced Hermione and she could see the disapproval, the judgment of who she became.
The booming arguments made the upstairs floorboards quake from fear as Hermione squeezed her eyes shut when she heard one of the Death Eaters roared, “MUDBLOOD PET.” Then, a crash came shortly afterwards and an explosive sound. With a shaking arm, Hermione aimed her wand at Krum and he grabbed her wrist with piercing eyes.
“Vat iz you are doing? Vith him?”
She gulped. “I—I don’t know,” she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears and sniffing. She knew what she was doing with Draco. She just didn’t know what she was doing with her life. She didn’t know why she hadn’t stepped in to help the cause. “I—I just don’t know! I don’t know!” she cried, hunching over. “I don’t know. I been so selfish. So, so selfish.”
“Leave that man… He no deserve you. He iz a very bad man.”
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, looking up at Viktor and smiled slightly. “No… He is a wonderful man, Viktor.”
“He iz a Death Eater. He controlz people. He hatez Mug—glez.”
“I love him… He’s my husband…”
“You disgusting!” growled Krum.
Hermione jerked away from him in shock, with her eyes widening and her mouth agape. Krum then decided to spit on her as she shielded herself with her arms, gasping.
“Hey!” Heavy footsteps stomped on the wood floorboards as she felt a rough hand pull her to her feet. “Have some respect!” Hermione looked up at the towering figure to notice it was Rabastan. She was rooted to the spot, in shock by the proximity of him. His auburn fell in waves to his shoulder and the whiskers of his goatee were the same color. His brown eyes were unemotional, almost cold. “Come,” he grumbled. He led Hermione out of the room, slamming the door behind them and leaving Krum locked in there. “Some friend you have,” he growled.
Words were stuck in her throat. She knew Rabastan did not hate her, hell, he may ever have liked her, but she never spoke to him before, ever, not so directly like this. She opened her mouth, but then closed it. Eventually, she croaked, “He isn’t my friend…”
He rolled his eyes violently. “Hermione,” she jumped at her name, “I’m not fucking stupid. I know that’s why Draco is making such a fuss about him. You hear it. They want him killed for his crimes. Draco isn’t having it… I wonder why if it wasn’t for his beautiful wife.”
At his words, “beautiful wife,” she blushed in surprise.
He stared at her, licking his lips. “You’re cute when you blush.” He smiled wickedly. “You know, despite the fact, they like to throw the word mudblood around, a lot of the Death Eaters are attracted to you… No one wants to end up like Blaise though, that stupid mother fucker. Anyway, haven’t you learned your lesson? You shouldn’t be alone with men…”
She still at his words, her insides turning to ice as her hand clutched her wand tightly. She watched him warily.
“DRACO!” called Rabastan as Hermione cocked her eyebrow questioningly. She heard footsteps as Draco appeared at the foot of the steps, only inches away from them. “Your girl… Watch her, would you?”
“Her friend decided to call her disgusting and spit in her face… You sure you want to defend him?”
Draco sighed, but slightly smiled. “Well, what I say goes so they can bitch all they like.”
“Well, I don’t think no one is going to bitch considering what you did to Algernon. Fucking blew his face off…” Rabastan turned his eyes to Hermione. “I mean I would too if he called my wife a mudblood.”
“Don’t say that word,” hissed Draco.
“Don’t worry, Draco. I don’t feel that way about her.” He walked past Draco, patting him on the back and gave a last smile to Hermione before going down the stairs. She could him yelling at the other Death Eaters, “Shut the fuck up! Don’t talk about his wife like that. Want me to blast your face off?”
Draco raised an eyebrow, looking down stairs, but quickly his gaze landed on Hermione. “He likes you, like likes you.”
“What makes to say that…?” she muttered.
“He said it blatantly to my face a few days ago for some odd reason.”
“I’m surprised you’re not breaking his jaw.”
Draco shook his head thoughtful. “Rabastan wouldn’t do what Blaise did… I think he has a lot more respect.”
“Why did you bring me here?”
He stepped to her, cupping her face and running his thumb down her supple cheek affectionately. “You thought I was going to leave you alone while I was in another country…? No, darling. Never.”
She leaned forward, burying her face into his chest. “Draco,” she said meekly. “I’m tired…”
He wrapped his arm around her, kissing her on the top of her head. “I am too… Let’s stay for tonight. Tomorrow morning we’ll head back to London to drop off Krum at the Ministry. Then go home and spend all day with each other…”
Hermione looked up from his chest and smiled brightly, “Alright.”
Hermione woke with a jerk and squinted at the moonlight trickling in from the window, surrounded by logs framing. Her mouth was overly moist with thirst and her stomach slightly grumbled as she leaned forward to brush her fingers against soft cloth. She reached forward more to grab Draco’s black t-shirt and pulled it over her naked body. She slipped from the bed as Draco grumbled something incoherent and she left the room, feeling her way down the wooden hallway and down the wooden stairs. Everything was almost pitch black expect the kitchen table and chair which she began to make her way to. Her hands reached out for anything to feel her way through. Finally, at the fridge, she opened it to retrieve a yogurt.
“Late night snack?”
She jumped at the voice, but quickly pointed the wand at—she squinted her eyes —“ Rabastan.”
“I’m not stalking you…” he smirked, sliding on the table to sit where his face was slightly lit by the silver light of the moon.
She lowered her wand, but still eyed him suspiciously. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Why would Draco let his delicate flower walk around a house full of hungry male Death Eaters?”
“I’m not delicate.”
He smirked again, “No I suppose you’re not. You know better than to wander without your wand. Plus, you drew it pretty quickly… You have me at a disadvantage. I don’t have my wand.”
She just glared at him
“Do you ever worry?” he asked, with amused eyes at her.
Her heart almost skipped a beat as her eyes were refused to waver from him. She had forgotten about the prophecy… Surely, she wouldn’t kill Draco. Ever. But what if it was indirectly that she would kill him? Like having Krum around… She told Draco to keep Krum around so it would be her fault if Krum decided to get loose and kill Draco… No, silly thoughts. Krum was locked in a room, being guarded.
Rabastan looked out the patio glass doors where the sliver moonlight penetrated. He almost looked sad. “The last painting doesn’t exist…”
His eyes now bore into hers and she could feel the intense fire of them. “I searched… When Draco announced his engagement to us. I checked. I went to Italy and I checked there. I traced any Malfoy property for the picture that was supposed to signify you killing him… I couldn’t find it. I don’t think it exists… I know it doesn’t… You love him far too much for that, don’t you? I could see it. The way you smile at him. The way you look at him. Yes, I been following you two around sometimes…as ordered by Lucius and my own brother like in Birmingham Arcade… I wish a woman would look at me like that…like the way you look at Draco. I wish you would look at me like that…” He shook his head. “You two were meant to be though…”
“So, why say it? Why say I would kill him? Why would someone lie about that part of the prophecy?”
“Because no one of a blood line with more purity than a virgin would ever want to think their noble blood line being soiled by…mudblood. They made it up to ward off any possible romantic feelings a Malfoy could have for someone who is Muggle-born, witch or not…”
“Draco isn’t ward off,” she said quietly.
“No. He was at the Department of Mysteries and had a chance to hear the prophecy himself. He didn’t…”
She looked down at her feet, letting the information sinking in. She wondered why. Why didn’t he find out? What held him back? Silence loomed, hiding in every corner and every creak. There was not a sound in the cabin. Hermione finally looked up at Rabastan and asked, “Have often do you follow us?”
“Just sometimes. Both of you are so unstable… Draco has no true loyalty…well, expect to you now… He just a Death Eater because his father is. Because he wants to stay alive. Because he wants to keep you alive, but also give you a comfortable life. And you? I don’t think you are loyal to any of this, are you? At first, I thought you were then I realized there was no way in hell that you would support any of this. You want our Death Eater reign to end…”
Hermione said nothing, but tightened her grip around her wand and he noticed, glancing at her grip on the wand.
“If something ever happened to Draco… Don’t worry. I’ll take care you.”
There was a crash somewhere that shook the entire cabin with a sound that echoed through the hallways and in all the rooms, reaching every corner. Both Rabastan and Hermione looked up as the smell of smoke and burnt wood wafted in the air.
“Shit,” hissed Rabastan.
“Draco!” Hermione went to run, but Rabastan grabbed her by her arm.
“No, go! I’ll get him.”
“Hermione,” Rabastan growled. “Get outside, now.” She glared at him and as a response, he picked her up over his shoulder.
“Let me down!” But he didn’t as he stormed outside the cabin, the snapping of wood that fell to the ground boomed behind them. She could see smoke clouding the foot of the steps as she gasped, wriggling, but Rabastan held onto her tight. The harsh scent of fire filled her noses, but was cleared away by the fresh winter air as Rabastan stepped outside. “Here!” he called, setting her down and two Death Eaters holding her. “Don’t let her back inside. I’m going to get Draco.”
Rabastan turned around and disappeared into the cabin. Fire slowly gnawed at the wood of the roof, but with each bite, it were greedy quick. It licked and ate at a faster pace until the back of the cabin was roaring with fire and a thick smoke floating into the midnight blue sky. Hermione tried to wriggle free of the two Death Eaters’ grasp as she watched the back of the cabin in the heart of the fire. Her heart was beating rapidly, thundering against her chest as beads of sweat trickled down. Then suddenly, a boom echoed into the night and the back of the cabin collapsed… That’s where their room had been.
A/N: Hi, everyone. So I would like you all to know we are about ¾ to the end. I usually update this twice a week or so. BUT since it is coming to an end, I want to ask you as my readers, should I slow down so the story doesn’t end that quickly? I don’t mind slowing down to 1 chapter a week or every OTHER week or do you still want about two chapters a week? It doesn’t matter to me and won’t affect the writing or outcomes or anything such as that (considering I’m only a few chapter away from actually finishing writing it & have an outline for the remaining chapters.) Just let me know =) XOXO
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