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Chapter ten.
'WAR HERIONE STRUCK DOWN BY MYSTERY VIRIUS'
The headline leaped from the page with no facade of concern or feeling, the trite picture of the bespectacled author seam to bare a fresh smugness to the fuming reader.
"You've seen it then" a redundant statement from a man desperate to diffuse the almost suffocating tension in the ornate office of his ally and brother in arms.
Blaise Zambini a true product of his pureblood up bringing was a stoic man, an unflappable force to be reckoned with... with most people that is.
The only sound severing the deathly silence of the Malfoy heirs private study, a low constant shuffling of a newspaper quaking in the powerful grip of a furious Draco Malfoy.
"They caught her Drake. You know what they are going to do to her." The tentative words of his second in command prompted an inhuman snarl of response, paper shredding beneath his powerful hands as pivoted on his heels.
"Stop" snarled the blonde his control slipping more and more with each passing second. Fuck he thought stupid fucking Gryffindor's had delivered her right to the hospital. Why didn't Potty and Weasel just slap a big bow on that nest of riotous curls and call it a day!
At the thought of those riotous curls and the untamed witch that bore them his heart gave an unwelcomed pinch. No, he thought NO he was a Slytherin for Christ sake, he didn't go charging in on ridiculous whims of heroism.
"You know mate, you know that the girls still have nightmares. Tori won't tell even me what happened in that place to them." Blaise' voice hitched at the thought of the unknown possibilities. He had no loyalty to the infamous bookworm even less so from their previous altercation but he would wish no harm on the women. Especially from them.
"Dammit Blaise you don't think I know that !? you don't think I have to live everyday seeing their scars?! With my failures ?!" Draco barked defensively his feet beginning to tract a well-worn path across the mouth of the fire place.
"Mate I am trying to help you here…you are my alpha Drake but my brother too, I can see how much you are struggling" his hands raised high, a gesture of subservience he took a step back from the bubbling and brooding blonde.
They couldn't help her, couldn't barge in there and swoop her away from danger like some damn superhero. He wouldn't put his pack at risk, they fought so hard to survive, to recover. FUCK! he had warned her about the ministry!
His erratic thoughts brought a furious quiver to his tall and muscular frame his breathing now faster than safe for any human being. Balling his hands tight by his side he let loose a string of swear words. Christ, he thought he would shift right there and then.
A dark hand clasped his shoulder, turning his rigid body with noticeable effort as a vial was pressed to his whitening lips. On seeing the violet eyes of his beta and the beseeching that lay within his mouth parted and accepted the potion therein.
The effects of the calming draught were almost instantiations, he felt his mind clouding in delicious numbness, he felt his form being guided firmly to his high back club chair, his weary eyes fixing on the concerned face of his long term best friend.
Granger. He thought closing his eyes for a moment picturing her as he last saw her. Vengeance and righteousness glowing venomously in her eyes, power and magic crackling around her in an almost palpable aura. The image before him melted away to a barred iron door, the smell hit his nose immediately followed by the hollowed scream of a young women.
Draco. It screamed. Her. Her voice. Just like that night his aunt tortured her. Her pleas for help. Those eyes. Innocent eyes.
With a stuttered gasp Draco forced his eyes open searching frantically for the eyes of his beta, who was stunned to see his leader in such disarray.
"Find Theo" Draco barked his eyes returning to a flint stormy grey leaving no room for question. Yes, their alpha had returned. And he was out for blood.
To Be Continued :D..