Ronald was doing fine, there was a bit of a hang up about utensils, but nothing major. It went downhill when Ronald sipped the hot water in the bowl meant for cleaning off your hands. I'd been staring at Hermione and she'd been gazing at me and Pansy was moisturizing her hands. No one even noticed him until he spit it mout. It sprayed all over Pansy and hit my shoulder. He was red to the roots afterwards. From there it went downhill; he salted his chicken breast before trying it. The chef was so insulted he nearly knocked a couple of freckles off the weasel then and there. After smoothing over his ignorance he went on to say, 'no offense, but I just like really flavorful food.' With his mouth open full of chicken. Pansy looked disgusted and Hermione was pouting silently. She knew it wasn't a date as well as I did, but I know she was hoping to have some of my attention. We banged our silverware in a way that made it seem like we were rioting at Ron's inappropriate dinner conversation, his use of swear words, and his inability to stop belching! At the end of the night Pansy made up her mind.

"Never again Draco," she growled.

"Pansy he's trying," I insisted, "give him a chance."

"He drunk the hand water," she hissed.

"He didn't know," I continued and so did she.

"She insulted the chef,"

"You insult everyone,"

"He spit on me." There was nothing to top that so I stayed quiet.

"Just one more chance," I insisted, but before she could decide she was dragged from my reach. Without a second to lose I coiled my arm around Hermione's waist.

"Get the mudblood!" They shouted. Hundreds of death eaters appeared around us. Pansy was shaking like a leaf and unable to get her wand. Ever the Gryffindor Hermione made a break for Pansy, disarming several death eaters on her way. When a spell didn't come to mind she punched one of them. That gave her enough time to pull Pansy away and back up. Then without missing a beat she disappeared with Pansy in tow. I just managed to find Ronald's red mop in the sea of death eaters. I lunged for him, tackling him. The moment I made contact we disappeared with a thunderous crack. We dropped ungracefully. Ronald's choked sobbing made me think I'd splinched him something awful, but then I looked down. Molly Weasley lay at our feet, cerulean eyes blank as ever. I choked on the bile that Rose in my throat.

"Oh bloody Hell," her shirt was torn at the sleeve exposing the dark mark on her bluing skin.

Slowly the body began to dissolve and then the only thing left of the Molly Weasley look alike was a note.

Our king for your queen.

"It was a boggart..." I sighed breathlessly, "there's no reason to cry. We have to find her and their king. Come, let's go check on the girls." I said shakily. My legs could barely hold me up as I moved to the stairs. Upstairs the girls seemed normal, Pansy was scribbling furiously in a book and Hermione was throwing stuff in awkward directions.

"They are looking for Mrs. Weasley," Pansy stated, "we know. Now be useful and help Hermione pack." She ordered. Looking closer Hermione was only launching useless things every which way.

"They think we have Voldemort," Hermione informed me, "that alone must mean he's up to something. We have to leave before Mrs. Weasley returns. She won't have it if we don't. She'll be cross with us, but at least she'll be alive."

"How do you know they don't have her already?" I insisted.

"Because they don't have an updated image," Hermione said. She sounded frustrated that I wasn't catching on.

"If they had her they could and would show her to us as she is not how she could be." Pansy added. Ronald sighed in relief.

"What of Ginerva and Harry and Blaise and Pansy?" He asked.

"Pansy is going," she snapped, "I'm tired of this shit!" She swore angrily, "just because I'm a pure blood doesn't mean I agree with any of this shit!"

"And I'm not going to school for another semester by myself," Blaise assured us. Ginerva was behind him giving me a 'you know where I'll be,' look.

"Hermione?"

"I'll take Ginny if you take Blaise." Taking two under aged wizards from school was kidnapping, their magic use could be tracked so I prayed Molly would understand why we took them and not file a report. I agreed to her terms reluctantly.

"And Harry?" Hermione insisted, "we can't very well wait for him to return home from Sirius'."

"Send him an owl," I decided, "if he wants to join us he will."

"Agreed." Blaise, Ginevra, and I launched into helping her pack. There was so much we'd need and so little time to pack it. We heard the door downstairs creek open and time was up.

Pansy charmed the note to appear once Mrs. Weasley entered the room and with a regretful pop we were gone.

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