You Can Be My Sailor Boy. Ch2 – Day One
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"So, what now?" asked Granger as she released my hand seconds after our arrival in who knows where. I gathered my bearings, looking around at the empty field we had come to.
"I have no idea, let's just walk, we're bound to find something somewhere," I replied with a shrug as we set off to our new destination.
After walking in silence for about five minutes, I thought I'd try a bit of communication. I didn't have to however, she beat me to it.
"So, Malfoy, what is your goal here?" she asked, not looking up at me, her eyes staying firmly on the ground.
"Umm, pardon?" I asked, unsure of the answer she wanted to hear.
"Why bring me? What is it that I would bring to your team of one that would help you flee from your family and You-Know-Who? Surely I will slow you down and eat your food and, seeing as we hate each other, won't this make both our lives much harder?"
"You doubt my judgement, Granger? I'm not using you if that's what you're getting at! And anyway, I – is that a village? There, up ahead?" I questioned, and her gaze followed mine to the small clot of houses we could see in the distance. We looked at each other and I smirked. "Ready?" I asked, looking down at her.
"Always," she whispered, before grabbing my hand and dragging my behind her as her ran. I soon caught up with her, letting my hand enjoy the feeling of her small one in mine. We laughed. This was the first bit of fun I had had in… forever.
We did reach the village, both out of breath from running. We heard a rumble and looked up to see a great, dark cloud forming above us, almost ready to burst.
"Quick, let's find somewhere to stay while we figure out what to do," I suggested, heading towards a small pub on the other side of the road. A bell rang signalling our arrival as we walked into the village pub, which was full and seemingly in the middle of a pub quiz. Several people turned in our direction, soon returning their gaze to the questioner as we weren't anyone they knew and weren't exciting enough to make the Parish newspaper for that day. I was scrutinising different plans in my head when I noticed that Granger had left my side and was making her way towards the man reading out the questions, obviously using all her Gryffindor courage, as per usual I thought, smiling slightly at the notion.
"Can I…" she started nervously, gesturing to the microphone in front of the stout, bearded man. He nodded and she positioned herself to speak. "Umm, hi! My name is Helen and my friend over there is Dan and I need a place to stay, just for tonight, so we can figure out our next move. Would anyone know anywhere we could stay?" I thought the name changing was a very effective cover, impressed by her on-the-spot thinking.
I saw a woman at a large table with several people around her stand. "I 've got one room spare in my B&B that'll be open for the next two days, £30 all together, including breakfast. You're both welcome to stay, though the room only has one bed, is that okay?" she asked, also looking back at me.
"That would be perfect," I replied, watching Granger also nod enthusiastically.
"Great! You guys can finish my round, right guys," she said, looking at her surrounding group, who nodded in return as we left.
The B&B was only three houses from the pub, and was a cute cottage named 'Lilliput House.' It had beautiful purple and white clematis flowers climbing up the walls to the top floor windows, which were painted a lovely lilac colour. It was so much more beautiful than the Manor, even though the Manor would probably be triple the price and size. And she was a Muggle!
"Welcome, welcome, make yourselves at home," she said hanging her coat and pulling off her shoes, and we did the same. It was then I noticed Hermiones shoes were only the cell ones she had worn, and her hair was matted and more unruly than it was at school; proof she hadn't been properly taken care of for a long while.
"Now, I'll take you upstairs, you'll be on the second floor, that alright?" she asked kindly, shepherding is towards the staircase. As we climbed I began to notice how tired I was, my whole body drooping, and Grangers was doing the same. It had certainly been a long day. "This is your room. You just sleep and we can discuss things tomorrow; you both look like you need a good snooze! Night," she said, closing the door behind her as she left.
The room was of medium size, with a small chest of drawers, a sofa, two coffee tables and a small sized double bed, all finished with a slight tinge of lilac. I looked over at Granger who was gazing longingly at the comfy-looking bed.
"So," she said. "Who goes where? Both on the bed or one of us is on the sofa."
"I actually don't mind either way, though I think that both on bed would be more beneficial," I found myself saying before I had fully processed the words.
"Right then," she yawned. "What shall we wear?"
Luckily, I had thought some of our plan through. "I have two t-shirts shrunk down in my pocket. We can make the big so they're like night shirts, underwear underneath of course," I said proudly, finally proving that I had thought a teensy bit about some aspects of our adventure. She nodded appreciatively. I maximised the shirts and she went into the bathroom to change, while I did the same in the bedroom. "You done?" came her feeble voice from the other side of the door five minutes later, just as I had finished. "Yeah, sure."
I was blown away with her long, perfectly sculptured legs, even with their paleness due to her lack of sunlight. She pulled the shirt down self-consciously, saying shyly "This okay?" I simply nodded.
"So, which side is yours?" she asked, gesturing to the bed.
"I'll go nearer the door, you go by the bathroom," I said, going to sit on my side. I had chosen it as mine purely so that if 'they' found us, I would be the first to be hit, though I'd never tell her that.
"Great," she said, also sitting on her side. We were now facing away from each other. "Want to get in?" she asked awkwardly.
"Oh, yeah, sorry, yeah, umm," I mumbled stupidly, hearing her side of the mattress creak and her pulling up the covers as I mimicked her movements. Soon enough we were led down, like planks of wood, staring at the ceiling of the room, our room, in our shared bed. I had never felt so awkward.
"Malfoy?" she whispered through the darkness I had caused after Nox-ing the now extinguished light.
"Granger?" I whispered back, not daring to turn to look at her.
"We're going to have to flee the country, I got that part. But where to, exactly? Any sort of pre-made plans I should know about, apart from our escape from Malfoy Manor?"
I knew I had to be honest; she had a right to know. "No, not a clue where we're going
," I replied truthfully. I heard her sigh; obviously doubting the trust we would have to build up over time, so I tried to renew that little bit of faith we had so far built. "However, if we go wherever the wind takes us and trust faiths' judgement, I believe we will be more unpredictable, ergo untraceable by the Death Eaters, or at least it will be a lot harder to find us
," I finished confidently, quite proud of my use of vocabulary that should get her to fall into my plans. There was silence for about a minute before she said; "Did you just say 'ergo'?"
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