Harry Potter: Fan fiction

The Healing Touch of Music

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Chapter 20: A Call For Help

Draco's POV

I knew that going to the Room of Requirement with Hermione was dangerous, but I honestly didn't expect what happened to happen so fast. When I got back to my dorm room, Blaise was awake and fully dressed.

"Draco where have you been?" He said urgently.

"Why?"

"You were seen with Granger by a fourth year Slytherin."

"We went to the Room of Requirement to practice for the talent show."

"Draco, you really should have been more careful, when your father found out about you two going in the village, he nearly sent for you straight away. He had to be convinced by Pansy that you were doing it for purely business purposes. When you were seen coming out of the room of requirement however he snapped."

"Wait, you say Pansy convinced him?"

"Instead of going to Hogsmeade her parents wanted her home, while they are let out of prison on parole for a few months."

"You say he snapped?"

"Yes, he's waiting in McGonagall's office, Slughorn woke me up and I was directed to wait here for you, and then bring you to his office. All of us have to go, Theo, Greg, Pansy, Millie, you and me." I felt my blood go cold, he was here, in the same place as Granger, Hermione. I finally realised what Blaise was trying to tell me all along. Hermione's life was in danger, I had to get out of here, to keep her safe.

"Okay, one second." I waved my wand and my trunk packed itself with everything I usually took home with me.

"Okay, you ready?" I nodded, and silently followed him to McGonagall's office.

Pansy's POV

"I won't let you throw everything down the drain for your own personal gain." Because obviously they weren't ruining our lives for their own personal gain, "so you will marry each other." WHAT!

"Sorry father," I dimly heard Draco say somewhere to my left, "but that isn't going to happen."

"If you would like Miss Granger and Mr Thomas to say alive, you will Draco." Was his father's response.

"What will that achieve?" He questioned tightly.

"Our name will be upheld."

"You ruined that by yourself father."

"Draco, we will do it." I cut in I had to save him, Dean. I couldn't allow him to die because of me.

"Yes you will Pansy, Draco you will propose in the morning in that French restaurant in Paris. Goodnight." I was glad we were dismissed because I needed to talk to Draco privately. Now that he was 'courting' me, I was officially allowed to go into his dressing room after we were dismissed. Yes, he had a dressing room, no I don't get it either. I had one too that I actually used. Looking back on it, I'm not sure what I did in there.

Blaise's POV

I was staying at Malfoy Manor, as I had too many times to even count. My room was connected to Draco's dressing room, and after we got dismissed from the dining room, where our parents were I usually got my guitar out and played it for a while in the dressing room while Draco listened and commented on chords and songs I should learn. Yes, I sang as well. Not that I would sing in front of anyone but Draco or admit it to anyone and Draco never brought it up or told anyone, to which I was grateful for.

Anyway, I went into the dressing room after picking up my guitar and Pansy was there, reading a book that Draco had left on the side.

"Pans? What are you doing here."

"I need to talk to Draco, but he hasn't come through yet." She replied only looking up at my briefly before she continued reading.

"I'll go and see what's keeping him then," I said I walked through the door at the opposite side of the room of my room.

As I opened the door, I saw Draco sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. I closed the door behind me quietly, but loud enough that he heard and lifted his head. I hadn't seen him this distressed since the war.

"Draco?" I said quietly.

"What Zabini?" Now I knew he was seriously upset, he never called me Zabini unless he was.

"Would you like to tell me what's wrong."

"I can't."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because how am I suppose to explain something to you that I don't even understand myself."

"You don't need to explain to me that you love her, Draco."

"Yeah, like a sister Blaise, she is my baby sister."

"We both know we aren't talking about Pansy, so let's not play games." Before the conversation went any further, I put silencing charms on the door to the dressing room and the door to the hall and I put charms on the door so that no one could overhear, listen in at all not even with charms that meant that conversations could be heard in other rooms. No one could hear this conversation it was too dangerous.

"I can't marry Pansy, Blaise. How can I, when she is all I think about. I'm going crazy." If he didn't ever actually mention Granger by name and I had to continue to guess who he was talking about, I was going to go crazy. "What am I going to do?"

"You are going to go into the dressing room and talk to Pansy. But Draco make sure you put charms on the room so no one hears what you talk about. When you have finished, come back and I'll play a song for you to cheer you up,"

Draco's POV

I'm not entirely sure, that anything Blaise plays for me on that guitar will make me feel better, but I did go into my dressing room.

"I was wondering when you were going to come in." Pansy said putting the book down of mine that she was reading. I didn't answer her until I put charms on the doors that Blaise suggested.

"Well Pansy, to be honest I don't really know what to say." I said sheepishly running a hand through my hair

"Why don't we start with the truth. You love her Draco don't you?"

"Is it that obvious." My attempts at hiding it had obviously failed.

"Yes, it is to us anyway."

"Who does 'us' consist of?"

"Blaise, Theo and I, of course."

"And you and Thomas?" I knew that she had feelings to him as well.

"What about us."

"You like him." It wasn't a question.

"It doesn't matter now anyway. 'Feelings' don't matter, do they? Not in our lives."

"We have to do something though."

"What though?"

"We carry on, we act like a proper couple. We do everything out parents want of us. Eventually we will eventually have to go back to Hogwarts. We wont talk to the Gryffindor's, as much as it kills us, we pretend that Hermione and Dean mean nothing to us. We act like the perfect Slytherin's. Meanwhile we go to McGonagall ask for protection, I'm not sure what she can do, but we can only ask. I'll ask father if I can go on an errand with you tomorrow and we will go to Hogwarts then."

"But they'll know, what excuse will we give?"

"We need work, to keep up with our studies, even they will allow that. You know how much pressure they put on us for grades and stuff." She nodded, she knew all too well about the pressure we faced on a daily bases especially at school.

Draco's POV

It was two days since we had been taken out of Hogwarts, I had finally gained permission to take Pansy with me to Hogwarts. The article about our engagement was already in the prophet and I had given a statement. It killed me to do, but it was necessary I had to protect Hermione, no matter what it cost.

We were standing in front of the fire waiting to floo to McGonagall's office. When it was exactly 11 am, we stepped into the green fire.

"Mr Malfoy, Miss Parkinson." She nodded at us in welcome, gesturing to the seats on the opposite side of her desk.

"Professor." I responded shortly.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We are here to collect out assignments from our lessons," I said. She nodded and motioned to us to stand and follow her out of the office.

She led us to a room just outside of her office, that I had never seen before, much less been into. Once we were inside, she put a whole manor of different charms on the room and told us to sit on the small sofa that was in the bare room, while she settled into a rather puffy armchair.

"I will get your work for you, but I assume that isn't the real reason you are here?"

"Are you convinced it is safe?" I asked cautiously.

"I am Mr Malfoy." I looked at Pansy to continue I wasn't very good at asking for help especially when it came to safety issues.

"Professor, we were wondering if there is any protection you can give to us, to get us away from our parents. You probably know of our engagement?"

"Yes, congratulations."

"Thank you Professor, but you probably also know that it was forced. We didn't want it, Professor."

"Okay, if I was to grant you this protection, what would it achieve? Your parents are always going to be there."

"Would Mr Potter help us? We aren't the ones we are doing this for Headmistress. Hermione, Dean and Kia are all in danger too." Pansy replied.

"Stay there I will floo to him, although I can't promise he will be able to help."

"Of course Professor."

James' POV

"What danger is Mr Malfoy and Miss Parkinson speaking of? And why are they on patrol?" The second question was rhetorical.

"I'm certain they are talking of death."

"Right, I will be to offer them witness protection, but they will have to be witnesses against their parents. Would they be willing to do that?"

"I think they would James."

"Okay, I will take them to a safe house after the talent show if the threat is still imminent. Do you know who else they believe is in danger?"

"Well I know for certain Miss Granger, as Mr Zabini informed me a while ago he believed she was in danger. Miss Potter also seems to be friendly with Mr Nott," she must have sensed I was about to interrupt because she cut in before I had chance to speak. "James you need to act like a Minister not a father right now, your own feelings won't help the situation." I nodded reluctantly and motioned for her to continue. "Harry and Mr Weasley seem to be safe but they may be targeted as well. Also Mr Thomas was paired up with Miss Parkinson for the mentoring programme so he's possibly in danger as well."

"That is an awful lot of people to put in a safe house, Minerva. No I'll have to think of another solution." I didn't want to put that many people in a safe house, it felt like the death eaters we're winning again. No what I needed to do was to get these people back into prison. Why they were on patrol in the first place was beyond me. "I'll get back to you, but first these death eaters need to be put back were they belong."

"Ok, thank you James."