A/N: Okay! Enjoy this chapter! I know there's not a lot of Dramione in the story so far, but after reading my other story, I'm trying to make it more realistic. Lots of swearing in this chappy, you have been warned. Please review! Or I won't update! The first part of this chapter is in third person. It's easier to write descriptions. X :D
The Mudbloods Daughter - The Re-Write
Dementors swarmed the room, covering lit ceiling in a blanket of black. I ran into the Ballroom, my wand ready, firing curses at the Death Eaters who were entering through balcony doors. I try and make my way over to the girls and Teddy, but they are suddenly pulled into the crowd. People are screaming, running for the hall, and my hearts beating so loud that it is cutting out all the sound around me.
"Expelliamus!" A jet of green hits my hand, sending my wand flying, and in a moment of insanity I forget about my wand-less magic, and panic. I hear a snap, and I know instantly that it was my wand being crushed. I gasp, and then hear a yell from the doorway. 'MAMA!' The scream of my daughter surrounds my, and I spin to look at her. Relief fills me, and I hitch up my skirts to run to her.
"CRUCIO!" screeches from behind me, and my eyes widen as a the red beam shoots past my head, hitting Narca-Jane in the chest. She spins, and hits the floor, screaming, and it's as if time stops. My hair flies around my face, and my eyes widen, as a scream rips itself from my throat, I spin to see who threw the curse. Antonin Dolohov stood, a crazed look on his face. A surge of fury surged through me, and I quickly move, as time speeds itself back up.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" I screech, and the minute the words pass my lips, I realise the weight of them. The green blast fires from the palms of my hand, and flies at him, just missing his head, and crashing through the window where it vanishes. I run at him, ready to claw his eyes out. "YOU MONSTER! YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD! YOU SICK FILTHY ARSE!"
Suddenly, two arms, strong, heavy arms wrap around my waist. I furiously lash out, screaming angrily. "HE HURT MY DAUGHTER! HE HURT MY BABY!" I scream, and I fight, kicking, punching, and elbowing my captor. They are dragging me out of the Ballroom, and I drive my heel down onto his.
"Granger! Cut it out you fucking bitch! You have to get out of here!" I hear Malfoy's voice hiss at me, and I freeze. He drags me without force, and I gasp as I see Narca-Jane.
"Let me go! My daughter! My baby!" I shout, and she is suddenly scooped up by a pair of black arms. My eyes make contact with Blaise's and i mouth thank you, before a flash of white light pierces my chest. The last thing I hear before I pass out, is Malfoy's voice going 'Shit'.
Draco stood over Narca-Jane, the only sign of his worry was the fact that his eyebrows were furrowed. He briefly glanced over at Hermione, who still lay, sleeping from the curse that knocked her out. Frowning, he looked back at Narca-Jane, who whimpered in her agonized slumber, and frowned deeper, before brushing her mussed up platinum curls from her forehead. wen he realised what he was doing, he sharply tugged his hand back, and turned on his heel.
He strode from the room, looking at Hermione, almost furiously, before closing the door gently. His expression cold, and vacant, he marched from the room, towards his drawing room, running a hand through his platinum hair, messing it up slightly.
Blaise sat in his chair, his head in his hands. His bow tie was undone, hanging around his neck. He had lost his robe, and his waistcoat, and was only wearing his shirt, trousers and shoes. He looked up at Draco, when he heard the door close. His eyes were red, and his cheeks were tear stained. "Look... Blaise... mate..."
"Don't you dare 'Blaise, mate' me! I left MY daughter in there! With a bunch of Death Eaters and Dementors, bacause of you! I left my daughter, there, and saved yours instead! So don't you fucking dare 'Blaise, mate' me!" Blaise shouted, shooting to his feet. He grabbed Draco by the collar and crashed him into the heavy oak door. He snarled, before he broke down, falling to his knees, sobbing. Draco bent down and pulled Blaise into a hug, silently hating himself for doing this to his best friend.
After a few minutes, Blaise pulled himself together, pushing Draco off him and sitting in his chair, while Draco sat opposite him. "Okay, do you know who is leadign these bastards now?" Blaise asked, and Draco thought for a moment, looking serious, and broody, before he shook his head.
"But I do know that Dolohov is back in," Draco stated coolly. Blaise looked at him, furrowing his eyebrows.
"How?"
"Because he's the bastard that cast a crucio on my daughter," Draco hissed, and he jumped, when he heard fast approaching footsteps.
I sat up, looking around her, completely dazed. The last thing I remember was lots of black and then pain, extreme pain, and then blacking out. Reaching out, in the darkness, I felt my mother's form lying beside me. Smiling, I hopped of the side of the bed, wincing in pain when my feet made impact with the cold, hard, stone floor. Frowning, she shook it off, before walking to the door. Peeking over to her mother, she smiled, before leaving.
Leaving the bedroom, I so totally realized I was SO not at Hallows Manor. Or our apartment. There were pictures of a bunch of really blond people, like me, up on the walls. Only Grandpa Kyrian is blond in our family. Shrugging, I run through the building, and realise it's huge quickly. But I want to make the Slytherin Seeker post this year, so the excercise is good. I race round a corner, and scream when a large door opens.
Falling back onto my butt, I blussh totally completely embarressed, when this mega hot, but mega old (like my MOM'S age! That's like super old!) Adonis looks down at me. Come on girl! Pull yourself together! Get of the bloody floor at least! I pull myself to my feet, trying to preserve as much dignity as possible, and realise he is looking at me like I'm some sort of bloody miracle. I suddenly have the strangest urge to stick my tongue out and stomp on his foot. Weird...
"You're up?" he asked, finally speaking, and I realise that his voice is sooo like his looks. Adonisly (so not a word, trust me. I've read the dictionary) and deep. I blink twice, and nod.
"Er... you that Malfoy dude, aren't you? The one my mom hates," I state bluntly, and i see him frown and nod. "Great! Now, do me a favour. Where's the kitchen? I'm starving, and like Uncle Ron says, you should never talk on an empty stomach. Actually, Uncle Ron says you should never do anything on an empty stomach, but he is always eating anyway. Aunt Pansy, she is like so hating how Uncle Ron eats, even though they are married. So yeah, do you have any food?"
God i am sooo hungry. Starving even. I would kill for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. With a side of chips. And... and pasta! I feel my mouth water, and look at the Malfoy dude hopefully. "Food?"
"Oh, yeah, follow me, I'll take you to the kitchen," he states, and I smile happily, while my stomach rumbles loudly. He chuckles, and leads me somewhere. God I hope this dude ain't some sort of creepy, wierdo pervert.
"Wait. Pansy and THE WEASEL are married?! BLAISE!"