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Chapter 10
Both Draco and Hermione were woken up the next morning by the sun shining directly in their faces. Draco had been lying on the portrait hole with his shirt off and his trousers skew and Hermione was cuddled up to his chest with her school dress and hair dishevelled. Hermione looked up at the sun and quickly wiped a line of drool off her mouth, making sure Draco didn't see her. Luckily he hadn't, he was too busy noticing the shadow of a bird's wing that was flapping in front of the sun. Hermione fixed her hair and rushed to the window. She'd been hoping to find an owl, but what she did find was much, much better. Draco went to stand by her.
"Sirius!" she cried in excitement and waved her arms. It was Sirius Black riding the hippogriff Buckbeak he'd escaped on a year and a half ago when he escaped from Azkaban, the wizard prison, and then from the ministry who'd have him dead or alive. Or so Draco thought. "Ssshh!" he said and grabbed hold of Hermione's arms, "Are you sure this is such a good idea? He's a murderer." Hermione waved his words away and jumped up and down by the window again so Sirius could see her. "Sirius is the good guy Draco, Pettigrew is still alive." Draco wasn't sure why he felt the way he did, but the way Hermione said this was as if it was obvious and she couldn't understand why he was missing the point and it made him relax.
Sirius moved with Buckbeak to the window. "Hermione! Hermione, I'm so glad you're safe!" he boasted and looked at Draco. It took only one glimpse to see he was the Malfoy boy. It wasn't hard either with his white-blonde hair and pointy face, Draco knew he looked just like a younger version of his father, but to his amazement Sirius didn't shun him from the glance. He nodded and introduced himself like a gentleman. Draco realised he too should have thought before he made accusations. "What about Harry and Ron?" Sirius asked. Hermione's face dropped. "Sirius, I-" Sirius's face had a sudden look of terror upon it. "I don't know if they're alright." she finished. Sirius swallowed hard. "Very well then," he said. He told them to jump on Buckbeak's back and he went to drop them on a hilltop near Hogsmead Village. He told them he'd be back for them before sunset and they should meet him in the same spot. He was going up to find Harry and the rest.
When he left them Hermione sat down on the soft grass and made herself comfortable looking up at the sky. Draco gave her a look of surprise. "What is it?" she said when she noticed him. Draco offered her his arm and pulled her up. "I'm not letting you sit on grass all day when I could be spoiling you." Hermione gave a weak laugh, "Don't be insane. I don't want to be spoilt. I don't deserve it." Draco put an arm around her shoulders and walked down the hilltop with her. "Look," he said, "I'm not the type of guy to tell you everything's going to be alright when it's not. I'm not the kind of guy to shower you with flowers until you're allergic to pollen and I'm not the type of guy you're taking home to 'Muggle Mommy' anytime soon," Hermione shot him a dirty look, "But I'm the guy who picks you up when your face is swollen from crying, takes you to Merline's to get some decent clothes for a couple of days and gets you some hot cocoa beer to make you feel better and just maybe throw in a train ticket or two for the journey we're going to encounter to find my father." Hermione stopped walking and looked at Draco, his arm was still wrapped around her shoulders. She didn't know what to say, so she carried on walking. She realised that subconsciously she knew that that had been the plan all along, even in her mind it was the right thing and only thing left to do so there was no point in arguing.
That afternoon Draco did as he promised. Hermione got new clothes that she tried to argue her way out of, but instead of the lavish outfits from Merlene's Draco wanted her to get, they worked on a compromise and she got 2 pairs of jeans and a couple of plain shirts from a casual muggle gear shop at the opposite end of Hogsmead and they ended up in a cosy little diner that smelt of warm butternut soup where they had their hot cocoa beer. It reminded Hermione of white hot chocolate her mother used to make when she came home from her first years in Muggle School when it was really cold.
"So what's the plan of action?" she asked, warming her hands over the steam of the cup. Draco looked around; making sure nobody was listening in before he moved closer. "We need some sort of lead," he said, "Where do you think we'll find Dobby?" Hermione got a fright when she heard a sudden crack and next to her stood the house elf with the pointy ears and massive eyes. "Um," she said and looked back at Draco. "You called Master Draco?" he said looking expectantly at looked sideways at Hermione, totally confused. "You saved his life; obviously he's going to be nice to you." Dobby nodded his head ferociously, "Dobby is eternally grateful to both Master Draco and Miss Hermione and will do anything to repay Master Draco and Miss Hermione." Hermione smiled, Draco frowned, "Anything?" Dobby gulped. "Anything but to jump in the lake and stay there for ten minutes like Master Draco ordered when Master Draco was seven years old." Dobby's voice was shaky and he moved closer to Hermione, who was now glaring at Draco. "You did that?" Draco shrugged, "I was a kid, it was funny at the time."
"Oh never mind," Hermione said and pulled a chair out from next to her. "Come sit down Dobby, we want to discuss something with you." Dobby's eyes widened, but he did as he was told. "Thank you Miss Hermione, Dobby has never known such a kindness." Draco rolled his eyes and Hermione ordered a mug of butter beer for Dobby. The waitress handed over a small mug to Dobby. "Now don't drink it all in one go, we need you sober for this conversation, I know what butter beer does to house elves." Hermione said and Dobby took his first sip. Draco cleared his throat and folded his arms. "Dobby we need to know how you got in that room and how long you were there for." Dobby took another sip, this time he drank a bit longer, thinking as he drank. Hermione sighed, she wondered if a drunk house elf knew how to disapperate home.
He finally put the glass down and looked at Draco, "It was him," he said softly, looking around to see if anyone was listening in before he carried on, "The Dark Lord. It was him in a big black coat. Dobby was called to Master Lucius's office at the Ministry of Magic. Master Lucius looked scared, looked terrified. He asked of Dobby to send him… somewhere." He looked at Hermione and pulled a straining face. "He asked you not to say?" she asked. Dobby nodded. "Go on."
"But as Dobby disapperated, Master Lucius was gone. He had taken him and was far too quick for Dobby." Dobby sank into his mug and took another long sip. "When Dobby arrived at the…place," he wiped his mouth, "Death Eaters were waiting there for Dobby. They bound and gagged Dobby and next thing Dobby remembers is Miss Hermione and Master Draco saving Dobby." He drank the last little bit of butter beer in his mug and sighed when he saw the disappointed look on both Hermione and Draco's faces. "Dobby is truly sorry he is telling Miss and Master useless information."
BANG!
They jumped from their seats. The bang was so loud it was deafening. Draco rushed to the window and looked around. People were running and screaming; "THE DARK LORD IS COMING!" Draco looked up and there high in the sky the dark mark glowed down on them and before he turned to Hermione he saw three hooded figures burst into the diner and point their wands at them. Dobby jumped from the chair and quickly grabbed hold of both their legs and before Draco knew what was happening he was standing beside the dining room table in the Malfoy Manor's dining room. "Dobby we can't be here!" He said in a loud whisper, but it was too late. When Draco, Hermione and Dobby looked up Professor Snape's lifeless corpse hung from the ceiling with a rope tied around his neck, his dead eyes open and staring at them. Hermione screamed.
Then a cold voice whispered in her ear; "Don't you wish you'd changed your mind the morning you went jogging?"