Draco and Hermione have had enough of living under the constant fear of being killed by Voldemort every day. They decide to run away from Hogwarts in their seventh year to the muggle world after realising that the muggle world is the only place where they might be able to hide from Voldemort. But living in the muggle world is not as easy as it seems, and somehow Voldemort nearly always manages to track them down.
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"You sure about this Hermione?" Draco whispered almost reluctantly to her. Their plan was absurd, but it seemed like the only way out for them, the only way they could possibly have a chance. Hermione nodded, and mounted the broomstick besides her. Following her lead, Draco did the same. Hermione shook the tiny beaded bag dangling on her arm. She had put an undetectable extension charm on it, and it contained all of Draco's and her possessions, as much as they cared to bring with them into the muggle world.
Kicking off on their broomsticks, Draco and Hermione took off into the air, away from the silent castle, the wind whipping in their hair. Off at last! Draco was a little apprehensive, he had never been too fond of muggles, having been brought up by parents who detested muggles. But Hermione had managed to convince him that hiding in the muggle world was the only choice they had if they wanted to escape from Voldemort and his death eaters. The wizarding world was too small to hide the both of them.
"Where are we going?" Draco asked curiously, as Hogwarts gradually grew smaller and smaller behind them and finally faded out of sight altogether. "I was thinking maybe we could go to King's Cross station, then find a place to stay, and set out again in the morning..." Hermione said hesitantly. It did not seem like much of an idea, but she could not think of anything else. Draco agreed, but it was a few long hours before they finally managed to reach King's Cross. The morning sun was already rising in the horizon as they hastily landed just outside the station, thankful that they were not spotted by any muggles.
"A coffee and maybe some breakfast?" Hermione suggested as she saw Draco stifling a yawn. "A coffee? What's that?" Draco asked curiously. He had never heard of muggle beverages before, having only being accustomed to pumpkin juice, butterbeer and the occasional firewhisky. "You'll see," Hermione replied mysteriously, guiding him to a nearby cafe after stowing the broomsticks in her bag.
"Two cappuccinos please." Hermione told the cashier behind the counter. Their drinks arrived quickly, and Draco took an eager sip, only to spit it back into his cup almost immediately. Some of it landed on the counter, and the cashier shot him a disgusted look. Hermione tried to stifle her giggles, but failed miserably. "What is this foul liquid?" Draco asked, sounding thoroughly revolted. "It's coffee," Hermione replied, trying not to sound too amused at Draco's reaction to the first muggle drink he had tried.
"The things muggles drink, no wonder they're so much more stupid than wizards," Draco muttered in an under his breath. He had not meant for his words to sound so cutting, but he was extremely embarrassed by the cashier mumbling words such as "uncultured baboon, uncivilised being," which plainly referred to him as she mopped up the liquid that he had just spat out.
"Draco!' Hermione sounded rather hurt, and he realised a split second too late that he had indirectly insulted Hermione's parents, who were muggles. "We had an agreement, you're not to insult muggles, especially not in the muggle world," she continued warningly. "Sorry," Draco said grudgingly. They had barely started out in the muggle world together, and the last thing he wanted was an argument.
"Would you like a coke instead?" Hermione asked. Draco nodded, hoping that it would not be as bad as the coffee. He took a tentative sip out of the can after Hermione paid for it and was relieved to find it acceptable. "Let's sit down," Draco motioned to the empty tables and chairs spread out all over the cafe.
"So where do you think we should go now, since it's already morning?" Draco asked. "Is it safe to stay in London?" He grimaced as someone who apparently knew Hermione waved at her as he walked into the cafe. "But the dark lord won't guess that we ventured into the muggle world," Hermione said. "He thinks that you're too proud a Slytherin to try to live among muggles."
In response to Hermione's words, he pulled up the sleeve of his left arm, to reveal the dark mark branded into it, the mark that all death eaters had. Hermione groaned. It had slipped her mind that a death eater could be tracked by the dark mark branded into his arm. She glanced nervously around her, as though half-expecting death eaters to come charging into the cafe and drag Draco and her to Voldemort.
So absolutely nowhere was safe. Hermione sighed, frustrated at how that detail had slipped her mind. Then a thought came to her, and it seemed like the best solution. "We have to transform into our animagus form, the dark lord can't track us down if we're in that form," Hermione said in an undertone, aware of the cashier's eyes still on them.