Chapter 16 Malfoy?

Authors Note: Please forgive me! I had a very long week and a very important test on Friday. Also on Friday I went and saw Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them! 10/10 I recommend! Anyway, enjoy.

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"Guys! Guys! Wake up!"

"Hermione?" Harry crooks out while reaching for his glasses.

"Bloody hell." Ron manage to say after covering his body. Like she was looking anyway.

"The wedding is today and we all have to help. You two can't sleep all day." With that Hermione left the room and made sure the door stayed open so at least one of them would have to get up and close it.

Hermione continued to walk down the winding staircases until she practically ran into Mrs. Weasley. "Oh I'm sorry dear."

"It's okay but I was wondering how I could help out this morning?"

"Well dear you could help Ginny and I in the kitchen."

"Okay thanks." Hermione made her way to the kitchen and found Ginny wearing a lovely black and white dress with flowers. She on the other hand was wearing a red dress that ended just before the knee. It fit her quite well and really helped show off her features. Her hair fell in elegant curls just past her shoulders.

"Ginny you look gorgeous!"

"So do you!" The two girls ran together for a huge while in a fit of giggles.

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The wedding had started and the area was in an uproar of noise. Everywhere people were either dancing, eating, or talking. Hermione was basking in the beauty alone as Victor Krum approached her.

"May I 'ave this 'ance?" He leaned over leaving his hand hovering for her to take.

"Certainly." Hermione's eyes were sparkling as he led her to the dance floor. There their chatter was light and soft. Talking about various topics as they either slow danced or twirled with the crowd. Hermione had to admit Victor was an amazing dancer. She only hoped he thought the same of her. The wedding was rudely interrupted however as the lights flickered off and a patronus swan in the middle of them.

A booming voice rang through the small tent for the wedding. Everyone went silent. "The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

It was like time froze. Everyone stood staring at the spot the message once came from. The room broke into chaos as spells went flying in every direction.

Hermione ripped away from Krum and started battling various Death Eaters. Eventually she was in the back of the tent scanning for Ron and Harry throughout the battle. A voice from behind made her blood chill.

"Hermione?" She spun around wand drawn and lost herself in his grey eyes that swam with worry.

"Malfoy?" She noticed his wand wasn't drawn while she kept hers raised.

"Hermione leave! Get Potter and Weasley and get out of her. You can't be here. You could get taken, or hurt!"

When he grabbed her arm to push her forward she felt a volt of electricity shoot through her arm but was to stunned from his motivates. She reluctantly broke her gaze from his darkening eyes when she spotted Ron a little way away. She ran to him and latched on as they went to find Harry. She cast one last look in the direction of Malfoy and found him wand drawn, eyes black, dueling someone. Her pulse started to beat faster. They finally found Harry and in an instant, they were gone. She brought the group right outside a muggle coffee shop she used to go to all the time.

"Where are we?" Hermione was leading them into a dark alley way.

"Central Plaza. Muggle place. First place I could think of. Now put these on."

Hermione was arms deep into the tiny hand bag she was carrying at the party. Ron's curiosity got the best of him.

"How are you doing that."

"Undetectable extending charm. I've had the supplies packed for weeks."

The boys were looking at her in awe. Like she was some miracle worker. Due to the darkness, they couldn't see her cheeks darken at their gratitude.

They were seating in the coffee shop discussing what they should do. Hermione however kept replaying the conversation with Malfoy. The whole thing confused her like the night Dumbledore died. Why was he acting like this?

"We can go to Grimmauld Place." Harry was proud with his answer as two men in janitor or construction uniform workers walking in, silencing their conversation.

Hermione watched the two with curiosity as they stiffly approached the counter. In a split second she saw the larger man reach for his wand and did what anyone would have done.

"Duck!" Harry, Ron, and Hermione flew from the table and onto the ground as spells barely missed them. Multiple chairs and tables were knocked over as Ron managed to stupefy the largest one.

Out of nowhere Hermione sprang from the ground. "Petrificus Totalus!" The spell flew through the glass and hit the short darker looking Death Eater right in the chest.

"We should kill them!"

"Really Ronald!"

"What, they tried to kill us."

"We are not killing them."

"Fine we could obliviate. Your good at those Hermione. You do it."

Hermione's breath caught as she approached the bodies. She truly hated Ron in this moment. Did he not understand how this spell made her feel? How she lost complete feeling from using it. Just because you are good at a spell doesn't mean you should have to do it. Like taking someone's memories away. That is just a cruel action.

"Obliviate…" The words came out as a whisper like before as white mist was pulled from both Death Eaters heads and slowly disappeared back in the world. Tears threaten to escape her eyes even though these men tried to hurt them. She hated this spell.

She didn't even look at Harry and Ron as she grabbed onto their arms and brought them outside of Grimmauld Place.

As they stepped inside Hermione preformed a spell to see if anyone else was there.

"Were alone."

Ron took a step off the mate when all their tongues stuck to the roof of their mouths. Suddenly a form flew through the air that looked exactly like Albus Dumbledore. "Severus Snape. You killed me. You killed me!" Hermione managed to scream as she turned away and buried her head into Harry's shoulder. The figure rammed into them then disappeared.

"Protections. I guess to make sure Snape didn't came looking for things." Harry's words seemed to make since.

Hermione was still shaking. "Let's just all sleep down her tonight, I don't want us splitting up into different rooms until we search the whole house."

The boys nodded in agreement as they proceeded down the hallway.

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When Draco saw Hermione at the wedding he lost it. His Veela kicked into overdrive and the only thing that mattered was her. He missed her voice so much and just saying his name made his heart sore. The way his hand burned when he touched her arm. He couldn't get over the way she was looking at him either. It was kind of embarrassing how shocked she was but then again all he wanted to do was kiss her. His Veela missed her. He missed her. Every minute, ever second, of everyday. His life was her. His happy ending was her.

Even when her words 'obliviate' rang though out his thoughts again today he loved it. He loved just hearing her, knowing she was alive.

Seeing her eyes turn black at the wedding was like a gift from god. Knowing she felt something. Knowing they were connected. Knowing she would always be his no matter what the Weasley did. They were connected on a different level. Nothing the Weasel could compare to.

About a week ago Draco was reading a book that was called "Pureblood and the Possibilities." There was a larger chapter on Veela's and the traits that read:

"Black eyes are a given. Every mate and Veela will experience them at one time or another. Wings however are only seen in males, and on very rare occasions females. If they are one hundred percent pure Veela.
Of course there are the normal traits, like the enhancement of the senses but on extremely rare occasions a Veela and his or her mate can hear each other's thoughts, also allowing them to communicate such way. There have only been ten documented cases in the last a thousand years of such trait.
This rare trait only happens because the connection between the two is stronger than any other. Veela's are born with a mate, someone their souls are connected to, but in cases like this their souls are almost identical. They fit together so perfectly reading each other's thoughts is a breeze.
Another very common trait is feeling what the other feels in time of extreme pain. The level of the bond depends on how much their pain will affect you …"

Draco's heart was beating at rapid speed. There was hope. He may not get to see Hermione but maybe soon he would be able to be in her mind. Hearing her.

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"They got away!" The Dark Lord was furious.

Antonin Dolohov was tonight's target. "My Lord there were more people at the wedding than expected. The girl was smart, she grabbed onto the boys and left."

"The filthy Mudbloods capabilities don't make up for your lack thereof."

"Yes my Lord."

"Crucio." All the Death Eaters watched as Dolohov's body began to thrash around. Chills went down Draco's spine as flashbacks of his turn being tortured resurfaced.

"Draco." He broke his eye contact from the body to meet the small red ones.

"Yes my Lord." He was trying to stop his hands from balling into fist.

'Where would Potter, the mudblood, and their friend go?"

"My Lord by now they could have gone back to the burrow or another safe house." Draco knew he had to give something good or he may also end up on the floor next to the body of Dolohov. "But if I may, Potter's godfather did own a secret house the trio could be staying at." He kept his cool and tried to show no hesitation or fear.

The Dark Lord nodded in approval. "That will be it today."

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"Can we not talk about this!" Draco slammed his fork down onto his plate. Family dinners weren't always the best for him.

"Don't talk to your mother that way." His father always had a better than you smirk on around Draco.

"Honey, I just don't understand why you won't tell us who your mate is."

"It's not important." His words were harsh as he never broke eye contact from his plate.

"I know." His father said. "Let's play a game. We ask simple questions and you answer."

"Fine." Draco didn't like the sparkle is father's eyes portrayed.

"Do we know her?"

"Yes."

"Is she smart?"

"Yes."

"Smarter than you?"

"Possibly." He couldn't help but smile as the memories of when he had to pull a book from Hermione's grasp. It was like the rest if the world was oblivious to her once she turned to a single page.

"Is she pureblood?"

Draco's head finally shot up. His face became rigid as he looked deep into his father's emotionless eyes. "You would like that wouldn't you. Because anything other than pureblood is filth correct? Especially a muggleborn or do we only refer to them as mudbloods in this household. Funny how Voldemort's a half-blood, not even pure."

In one swift motion Lucius's cane came flying through the air leaving a deep gash on his left cheek. Draco didn't react. He only gripped his knife tighter.

"Never speck the Lords name again in this household. Don't be childish Draco. That will only get you killed." With that his father whipped around leaving his mother and self alone in the room.

"She's not pureblood, is she?"

He looked over to his glassy eyed mother as drops of blood rolled down his cheek. "No."

"But you love her?"

"More than anything."

Narcissa tried to give her son an encouraging smile as he rose from the table. Leaving the room and turning down various hallways until he found his.

Once he entered his large green and black room he slammed the door shut, while smashing his fist against the expensive wood.