You Can Be My Sailor Boy
Disclaimer: Not J K Rowling, I am Miss Bee! She owns the characters, settings, basically most things you recognise will be hers, and when I read other fanfictions and watch TV programmes, read books etc., I take their ideas and make them my own.
A/N: I had this idea off of another fic, but it was one of those drabbley things where each chapter is totally different from the rest, and I really wanted to expand it, so if you are reading this and it's idea is similar to yours and it's your Dramione drabble thing, then PM me OK? Thanks. Anyway, in my story, its Draco's POV, merely because I'd love to know what boys think as I am a girl and yeah… So this first chapter sees Hermione being held captive during the war, no Romione, or at least not yet, I've only just got about half way through the second chapter! Enjoy, don't forget to review/ alert/ PM me etc. xxxx
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"Hey, Granger, you there?" I knew she was here, mother told me, but I just needed to know if she was still alive and kicking after Aunt Bellas' 'session' with her today.
"Malfoy? That you?" she asked me, obviously shocked by me being here and I couldn't help wondering, does she actually know where she is? "What are you doing here? Come to torture me like the rest of them?" "Actually no, all I need you to do is be quiet and stay that way while I get the key," I explained, hurrying through all the details in my head. The coast was clear, all we had to do was keep silent. "Right, Granger, you want to get out of here, yes?" I asked. "If this is a scam, Malfoy, I'm not falling for it," she whispered angrily. "Would I joke about this sort of thing? I feel as trapped as you do, you know, I hasn't been easy!" "…. Continue," she whispered back uncertainly.
I told her my plan of action, and I could practically hear her brain scrutinising and condensing the information I was giving her through the dark. "But how the hell are we going to get out of this place? They'd definitely notice we are gone. And where do you suppose we go? We have no Muggle money, and they'll be searching for us everywhere, there's no way, it's too risky…" "Look at me, Granger, at us. We have two of the greatest wizarding minds of this generation. We'll find a way to lose them, you're just going to have to trust me," I explained, my heart beating so loud I'm surprised no one could hear it. She stopped for a second; "… So when do we start this 'mission'?" she asked. "Now."
I heard her gasp as I backed away from her cell to get the keys off of their hidden shelf. Not a soul was around; I had timed this perfectly. I ran back to Granger, closing the keys in my fingers to stop them clanging together and making a make-shift wind chime. I unlocked her quickly, but she backed away from the door to the back wall of her cell. "Trust me," I whispered calmly, offering her my hand. She seemed to be thinking this over way too thoroughly. "But…" "Look do you want to die or not? Don't you understand, I want to help you, for both our sakes? Try running that through your mind." After another second, I felt her hand slip into mine, clasping it. I had to try my best not to react to the shiver that ran down my spine at the sudden contact.
We ran out of the dreadful room into a long corridor. We ran to the end and I led her to the door I knew led to my room. I pushed open the door and ran to my balcony, tagging Hermione behind me. "And what do you suppose we do now, jump?" she asked, panic taking over her emotions. "You know the spe… crap, you don't have your wand, do you? Bugger, I really didn't think about that. Right, plan B, follow me," I said, cursing myself for forgetting that my ticket out of this hell hole was weapon-less. I led her to outside a door that led into the room that contained her wand, along with the wands of every other wizard captivated here that hadn't escaped. I put her under a Glamour Charm and walked cautiously into the room.
"Draco! What are you doing up at this hour?" Dang, Aunt Bella. "I could ask you the same question, Aunt," I retorted confidently. "Don't be cheeky," she mocked with a smirk. "What do you require?" Crap, I hadn't thought this through. Umm… "Oh, just been asked to collect Grangers' wand." "Why would anyone want anything that mudblood ever owned?" "It's a surprise. DO you know where it is?" I asked, mock-politely. She indicated to a high shelf with only a single, vine wood wand, about 10 ¾" in length, definitely hers; I'd know that wand anywhere, I could remember it's shape as the wand that had been pointed at my throat in our third year, happy times. "Great, thanks Aunt Bella," I said, summoning the wand from its high perch and heading for the door. I waved briefly back at my Aunt, not knowing when our next meeting would be.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I gave Granger her wand, grabbed her hand and ran back to my room where one of the only Apparition spots was still intact, and had been bewitched to only allow me and a guest through at any time. "Here we go," I sighed, gripping onto her hand tighter. Where we were heading, I wasn't entirely sure, all I knew was that, as long as we stuck together and didn't kill each other along the way, Hermione and I could get through this.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think please xxxxxx