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A/N: Hey guys! This is a quick update, no? or at least quicker? I said within two weeks, and since it's my spring break voila! Here you guys go!
Bride of a Dragon
By: Katrina
Not the Best Place to BeInstinctively, Draco stepped in front of Ginny, shielding her from the Death Eaters.
Later, he wasn't sure of why or how exactly he managed that feat. Granted, Draco was not brave. Not brave at all. He was no Gryffindor. Fear was not an alien emotion to him, much as he tried to convey the opposite. Yet there he was, not only facing the ten deadly wands that might shoot out the fatal green lights, but also protecting Ginny from them. Was it because he felt guilty that he dragged her into this? Was it because he felt pity for her, seeing how she'd tensed up upon seeing them? After all, Ginny had never really been in such close contacts with them before. Or was it because of the fact that he didn't want Ginny to die?
Draco didn't have long to ponder on this. He and Ginny were still in a critical situation, after all. The Death Eaters seemed to be surprised by his random act of courage, because the leader backed away ever so slightly and everybody else lowered his wand, although not low enough to be able for him and Ginny to evade any curses. He could feel Ginny moving closer to him, because he felt the same warm and tingly feeling he always felt when Ginny was close. He tried not to concentrate.
The two sides were silent for a long time. In Draco's mind, he went over a list of places he and Ginny could Apparate to. All he needed to do was to take Ginny's hand and Apparate her along. But to where? Most of the "safe" places are either Apparition-Blocked at this hour or across the British Isle. He didn't think that Ginny was up to Apparating internationally, not to mention it was illegal.
"So, Malfoy." Finally, Benson spoke up. "What a pleasant surprise to find you here instead of in, say, Azkaban like the rest of us?"
"You aren't," Draco said pointedly.
"We would've," said another Death Eater. Draco couldn't place the name, and he didn't think it was worth the bother. "We would've been Kissed had we not been tortured by our master first."
"Whoa, watch the terminology here." Draco's lips curved up into a smirk. "Our master? I'm afraid I don't know of one person that we both call 'master'. And let's look at this more carefully, shall we? You are jealous because I'm prospering away in France while you lot are too dumb to run away. And let's look at this another way. I'm not the one who betrayed you. My father did. And mind you, he was killed by some French Auror as well. How about I invite you to a French restaurant tomorrow and let's reminisce about my father?"
The dumbfounded expressions on the Death Eaters revealed that they did not have a sense of humor. "That's not how we work," one finally said. "You and the girl are coming with us to meet with our-"
Draco never got to hear him finish his sentence, for at that moment, Ginny grabbed his hand and both of them disappeared with a pop.
~*~
Ginny wasn't sure of what happened herself. One minute, she was hiding behind Draco, and the next moment, both he and her were in this weird sort of plant, probably from a garden she couldn't recognize. But one thing was certain, and that was that the necklace had something to do with it.
Draco swore next to her, having apparently hit his head, and sat up, rubbing his head gingerly as he squinted at her through the darkness. No Death Eater seemed to be after them, which was a relief. But…
"Where are we?" they asked each other at the exact same time, and then…
"I don't know."
This brought some déjà vu for Ginny. Hadn't they said the same thing that day six years ago? But it was not time to dwell on the past memories. Now that they seemed to be safe, they need to figure out a way to get back to England. Ginny always felt so much safer when her friends and brother are around. Draco had stood up, and grudgingly held out a hand to help her. Surprised by this kind gesture, Ginny took it.
"Um, let's look around, shall we?" suggested Ginny, whispering lumos to her wand so she could light everything up.
It was most definitely a garden. A very exotic one at that. Plants Ginny had never dreamt of seeing scattered all around her. There was a huge fountain pouring out pearls and silver chains to her right, and to her left there seemed to be a little shack for one to rest. A shack was not the word to describe it, for it was furnished so richly that it could be considered a mini-castle. Draco sucked in a breath beside her. "I don't believe it," he said, his voice a bit hoarse from the surprise.
"Believe what?" Ginny asked curiously. "The fountain? The shack? The plants?"
"No. Not that. This whole place. I've been here before." Draco shook his head. "Correction: I practically own this place."
Ginny frowned. "Is this your mansion?" she asked.
"No, but it's Colette's. We're in Colette's favorite garden, the one she nicknamed the Moon Garden, or le jardin de-"
"Cut the French lessons," Ginny cut in. "You sure we're in her garden?"
"Yes, I've been here times before when she takes me on tours."
"Oh." Ginny tried to envision Colette and Draco together, strolling through the garden, holding hands, and felt a surge of jealousy shooting through her and she shook her head furiously to get the mental image out of her mind. "So, um, we're safe, right? We're at your fiancée's place, and I guess she can be of some help." I'd rather not accept any assistance from her.
Draco nodded. "I don't understand one thing, though. How did you manage to Apparate here? I know Colette, Ginny, and she's the most cautious witch I've ever met. She's got all these charms and spells protecting my place, so there must be a dozen more for her place."
"But I didn't Apparate," protested Ginny. "It's the necklace. It started gleaming just seconds before I wished that we could get out of here, and it…well, it did."
"What necklace?" Draco turned to face her.
Ginny pointed at the necklace around her neck. "This necklace, the necklace you gave me that I could throw in the river if-"
Draco flushed. "Let's not dwell on the details," he said quickly.
"All right. Anyway, it started gleaming and got us here. I guess your mother put those charms on the necklace so it can break through barriers?"
Draco frowned at her. "I don't think my mother's that powerful a witch," he contemplated.
"Maybe with jewelries she's talented?" suggested Ginny.
Draco shrugged. "Well, anyway, this necklace has some uses after all. I thought it was just some showpiece to pass to the eldest child of the family or something. No wonder Mother didn't throw it away."
Ginny wasn't as surprised at the fact that Narcissa actually throws jewelries away as what Draco had said. "Draco, do you realize what you've just done?" she asked in awe.
"Make an intelligent comment? I always do."
Ginny shook her head. "No! Did you realize you just developed a sense of humor?"
"I'm flattered, Virginia, thank you," said Draco, bowing slightly, and Ginny burst out laughing. Draco could be two different people, really, if only he'd stop being so arrogant and stuck-up. "And one more thing: you honestly didn't tell the Death Eaters?"
Whatever respect Ginny just had for him vanished. "No," she said huffily. "You're more prone to do so."
Draco faced her, his gray eyes solemn spheres. "Then I'm sorry for accusing you," he said, the sincerity in his voice unmistakable.
Ginny's jaw dropped. "You are apologizing?"
"More or less," he said.
"APOLOGIZING?" Ginny's eyes were at the edge of their sockets.
Now Draco looked annoyed. "Hey, Weasley, don't push it too far, okay? Yes, I'm apologizing. I'm sorry that I even suspected an incompetent weasel of betraying me. How's that?"
Ginny never realized how much she'd appreciate such a statement coming from Draco. "Apologies accepted!" she said brightly, and did something she would've done to her brothers in a similar situation: she stepped up to Draco and hugged him. Draco seemed to stiffen at the unexpected contact—at first, anyway—but after a moment's pause, just when Ginny was about to let go, he hugged her back. Brief, very brief. This hug was not a seductive gesture, but Ginny enjoyed it all the more.
It was just natural.
And she wanted to melt into the embrace completely, and would've, had someone not cleared her throat.
~*~
"Draco, is that you?"
Draco froze at the familiar voice. Slowly, a feeling of foreboding overtaking him, he turned to the door that led into one part of Colette's mansion. The moon, extremely bright in the Moon Garden, shone on a figure, staring at him and Ginny hugging. Her beautiful brown hair were up in curlers, and a silk cloak over her pink bathrobe. With her blue eyes perfectly round.
We've been caught! Only, had he been thinking, he would've remembered that the bathroom was nowhere near that area, and Colette couldn't have possibly heard all the way from there, and even if a house-elf had told, it would've taken her a bit longer.
But Draco wasn't thinking.
"Yes, Colette, it's me," he said, and then added as an afterthought, "Sweetheart dear."
Ginny had slipped out of the hug sometime in between to hide in the shadows, and his arms felt rather empty. Colette raised an eyebrow at him, yet she didn't point out the fact that Draco and another woman, Virginia Weasley no less, were hugging. Good, she didn't see us, then, Draco thought in relief. But Colette must've, since Ginny's wand was lit the entire time.
Another detail that Draco would've normally heeded. But didn't.
Colette came over to them. "What are you doing here?" she asked, ignoring Ginny completely. "It's the midnight. If you want to visit, you must set up an appointment with Cecile or Guillaume."
"I can't possibly wait. Death Eaters were coming after me because of my father," Draco answered shakily.
"Oh, you poor baby!" said Colette, unnaturally affectionate as her cold fingers grazed his cheeks tenderly and she kissed him quickly to console him. "C'mon inside, my dear Draco, and warm yourself up. I'll get my bodyguards to protect you." She turned to Ginny. "And you're Virginia Weasley." Disgust was evident in her voice. "I don't turn away the needy, despite their obvious status. Join my fiancé and I inside."
Ginny's dark eyes narrowed. "Thank you," she said rather stiffly.
Colette put an arm around Draco and started to lead Draco inside. Draco gulped, a bit nervous at all of this. "I'm sorry to trouble you," he said.
"Nonsense. You're my fiancé, aren't you?"
Why is her voice so sugary sweet today? Draco wanted to know. He stole a glance at Ginny, but her face was stony and she was clearly avoiding his eyes. Colette took him, not to the kitchen, the dining room, or the guest room, but up a set of stairs she'd never taken with him before. "Where are we going?" Draco asked a bit worriedly. Something didn't feel right. Colette was definitely taking them to a secluded part of her mansion.
"I want you to see my new sitting room, Draco," was the answer.
On the way, Colette didn't ask one question about how they got there. She didn't seem surprised at all. If anything, Draco would've thought that she was expecting them, and it appeared so too, for in that sitting room of hers, there were three cups of hot chocolate on a serving table, with two house-elves bowing immediately following their entrances. Colette said something to them in French, which Draco couldn't decipher, given how fast she'd spoken it, but the house-elves bowed and promptly left the room.
"Now, I hope those will warm you two up a bit. Did you wake up in your bed with Death Eaters pointing their wands at you?" Colette asked, watching him and Ginny closely.
Draco looked at him and Ginny. Indeed, he was in his night shirt and pajama pants while Ginny was in her thin nightdress. They weren't even wearing shoes, but instead slippers. His face grew hot; was Colette implying what he think she was? That he and Ginny had been sleeping together? Colette's face was, however, quite impassive. She merely seemed interested.
"More or less," said Ginny vaguely.
Colette actually looked sympathetic. "How terrible," she agreed. "I suppose they separated into two parties and came to your respective dwellings?"
Draco and Ginny looked at each other quickly. "Yes," he said. "We met on some dirty street in Paris."
Colette nodded. "Oh. I suppose you cleaned each other afterwards."
It was getting harder and harder to untangle everything Colette was obviously thinking. Draco and Ginny had not been sleeping together. But Colette was just being her usual, suspicious self, and she knew about Molly, and what relationship she had with Draco and Ginny. Ginny was turning so red that her face was like a purple tomato, and Draco was for once at a loss for words. Women! He thought, sipping his hot chocolate fast and pretended to be interested in a very pretty armchair in her room. Colette merely smiled, but didn't seem to mind at all. She started using her wand to take down the curlers.
Ginny was on the verge of speaking when a house-elf rushed into the room, squeaking. "Bad men in black is come, Mistress!" she said in English. "I is seen them."
And of course, given his flustered state, Draco did not think it weird for a French house-elf to speak English with a heavy British accent.
"Oh no," moaned Ginny, standing up. "Miss Atort, we're really sorry. We're endangering you."
"Of course not," said Colette. "I'm not going to let you two be taken away like this. Come now. I'll get you two to safety."
Draco looked around. "How?" he asked.
Ginny shrugged and pointed at Colette who was already at that pretty armchair, tapping it. Instantly, it unfolded itself to a door on the floor. Draco looked in amazement at the ingenious passageway Colette's grandparents had built. Isn't this supposed to be a "new" sitting room? Colette opened the door and beckoned to the two of them. "Come," she said. "There's a secret room down there. I believe you'll be safe."
"It's dark," Ginny said shakily, peering down. "Will we be able to get out?"
Colette nodded. "Yes. You can open it anyway from the inside. Come, I'll lead you and get you two settled down."
There was a sense of excitement about her Draco couldn't place as she led the two of them down to the chamber down the marble staircase. The chamber was made completely out of stone, and Draco stared in awe at the fireplace with the serpents, and the innocuous tea-set and the doll world. The tea-set glimmered, its porcelain decorated lavishly with pictures, and the doll-world seemed like a mini-version of the city of Paris. Before he could utter any question, he heard a surprised cry from Ginny as Colette shouted, "Stupefy!"
Ginny fell, limp, on the floor.
Draco started to go to her, but Colette turned her wand on him. "Petrificus totalus!" she shouted, and Draco, his whole body rigid, fell back, hitting against the wall with a dull thud. What on earth is going on here? Is Colette jealous of my affair? Why, then, did she help us?
Colette did not say anything. She worked quickly. She raised Ginny up roughly and Summoned the tea-set. The tea-set no longer was a tea-set. It had transformed itself into a cauldron. But it was not a normal cauldron. While it was most definitely one, it had this weird color and shape, and it also had a serpent carved into it. Colette went to the fireplace and touched the smallest serpent, and strange fluid dripped out. Uttering a Bandishing Charm, Colette sent the fluid to the cauldron, where it started to bubble and smoke.
What the fuck?
When the cauldron was all filled with the liquid, it turned an innocent shade of blue, and slowly turned into smoke. Colette, still not looking at Draco, pushed the unconscious body of Ginny toward the smoke, and as soon as Ginny appeared to have inhaled it, she disappeared.
"Finite incantatem!" said Colette, pointing her wand at Draco.
Draco felt his legs and arms free himself. He knew he had to get help. He didn't know what he'd pick between a madwoman and the Death Eaters, but he had to get away from the smoke. Colette, from a barrier she'd conjured for herself, merely watched him as he dashed for the staircase, but the fourth stone wall slid in place.
He was trapped.
Really trapped.
"What do you want from us?" Draco asked her.
Colette just smiled. "Oh, nothing much, Draco," she said softly. "My dear Draco Malfoy."
Draco's eyes widened. Did his fiancée knew who he was all along? Then… "What did you do to Ginny?" Draco asked, fear nearly choking him. "What are you going to do to me?"
"The redheaded whore? You'll know. You'll be joining her, after all." Colette pointed her wand at him. "I trust you won't like it, but I doubt if that's any of my concern.
"Who are you? I know you aren't Colette Devinette Atort!" Draco demanded, but the blackness overtook him as he fell, Stunned, into the smoke.
~*~
Ginny opened her eyes with a huge headache. She looked around, trying to remember what had happened. Something with that scary fiancée of Draco's. But the last she'd remembered she was in a chamber, and now she was in her hotel room again.
With one change: Draco was sleeping beside her.
"Draco! Get the hell up!" shouted Ginny.
Draco rubbed his eyes and sat up, yawning. Then his eyes snapped open and he stared at her, then around the room, then at her again. "Didn't you disappear?"
"Did I?" Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"And weren't we inside some stone chamber?"
"That's what I thought too," agreed Ginny. "Seems like we're in my hotel room." She jumped up. "Hey, get off my bed, Draco! Have you no shame?"
"Well, I didn't exactly come and get in bed with you!" snapped Draco, himself getting out of bed. "Heck, we're still in the same thing we wore when we were Stunned."
"Is that what happened?" Ginny said, looking at her soiled nightdress. "We were Stunned?"
Draco nodded. "And then…and then…Colette got something from some serpent tap or something, and then she mixed together this smoke thing, and we smelled it, and it transported us here."
"Sounds like some science fiction story Hermione once told me," said Ginny. "People smelled something and appeared somewhere."
"What happened in the end?"
"What? How they got out?"
"No, how they had sex." Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, dummy!"
Ginny shrugged. "I don't remember," she said simply. A mischievous smile suddenly crossed her face. "So, dear Draco, I'm supposing that your precious little fiancée isn't that adorable anymore, eh?"
"I never said she was," Draco said, annoyed. "Can we stop talking about these things and try to get out of here? Got any clothes I can wear?"
Ginny wasn't listening. She was staring at the grandfather clock in her room with a horrified expression on her face. "What's wrong?" he asked her, stepping next to her.
The clock read TWELVE O'CLOCK AND FIFTEEN MINUTES, MIDNIGHT—YOU SHOULD BE SLEEPING! "It's midnight," Ginny whispered.
Draco shrugged. "So?"
Ginny sighed. "Are you that dense?" She dragged him over to the window and forced Draco to look outside. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. A picture-perfect weather, except it's early morning weather-
"Well, the clock can be wrong," Draco argued.
"Let's hope that's the case. I don't dare to imagine what's happening." Ginny tapped her wand against her nightdress and transformed it into simple robes. "C'mon, let's get out of here. I want to see if I can obtain a pass to Apparate to Britain. I need Hermione's help."
Ginny headed down the hotel room, but she somehow felt strange. This place didn't feel right. It just didn't. Draco was close behind her as Ginny headed into the Owlery, thinking she'd write a letter to Hermione. And then that was what struck her. Her supposed hotel room had been bare. There hadn't been any of Ginny's papers or shoes lying around like it should.
Maybe someone cleaned it up, she tried to convince herself, as she scribbled a quick note to Hermione. Draco handed her an owl, but Ginny froze upon touching it. The owl hooted at her with unblinking eyes. And it felt…it felt rubbery. "Doesn't this owl feel kind of wrong to you?" she said softly, tying the letter uncertainly on the owl.
"Women," was all Draco said.
"Men!" snapped Ginny in return, and dragged Draco out on the streets. Various people were strolling about, and again Ginny was hit with this sense that something was horribly wrong. "Draco," she said pleadingly. "Answer a question truthfully this time…doesn't something feel wrong to you?"
"That I'm spending the early morning with you? Yes," answered Draco.
"Honestly, Draco! What's up with you? You're so nice sometimes-"
"I'm nice?"
Ginny groaned. "Never mind," she said, watching a woman walking a sheepdog closely. She kept on walking in the same area, Ginny realized, like she's wound up to do that. She looked at everyone else. Yes, the boy tossing candy out of the window. He just kept on tossing candy bars. And the person below who was hit? He just stayed there, in a small circle, hit every time. It's like everyone's just a puppet. Ginny's blood ran cold. Is that what's going to happen to Draco and me? Did Colette and the Death Eaters do that to everyone?
"C'mon, I'm hungry," said Draco, carelessly taking Ginny's hand and taking her to the nearest café. "I can eat a whole cow."
Inside the café, Ginny didn't even dare look at everyone. Draco led her straight to the person behind the counter, past the customers standing in line who did not complain, and said, "I'd like some bacons and eggs please. Oh, and some coffee. You?"
"The same," squeaked Ginny.
The person behind the counter, a balding man, stood there blinking at them for a second. Ginny could tell that even Draco was nervous, because he moved closer to her. Then suddenly, the eyes swiveled around like Mad Eye Moody's magical eye and he went to get the stuff for them. "Um, this isn't good," said Draco. "Did you see…the eyes…and how he seemed-"
"Yes," nodded Ginny fervently. "I was trying to get that point across."
Draco turned her around to face the customers. "You've been in this café before, haven't you?"
"Yes," Ginny said. "I have."
"Do you recognize any of them? I mean, there must be regular customers here."
Ginny shook her head, clinging to Draco now. "No…I don't…there's this blonde woman who's there twenty four seven, but she's not here now." She paused and frowned. "They don't even look French!" she accused, just as Draco was delivered their breakfast.
And nobody paid any attention to them, even though they were clearly talking about each one of them.
Ginny followed Draco to a table with a man who was reading newspaper. "Do you notice," whispered Draco, "that his eyes fall on the same exact word every time?"
Ginny nodded. "Yes," she whispered back, taking a sip of her coffee. But instead of tasting liquid, plastic met her. "What on earth…?" Ginny examined the cup. There was no coffee in it, just a brown-colored plastic made to look as if the cup was full. What is this? April Fool's Day? But Ginny was sure that April first was a month ago. She'd remembered Ron playing a prank on her with Molly.
Draco had noticed the same thing.
"This is how it is like in my dollhouse," Ginny said. "I remember, because that's the only thing that isn't passed down…I remember that when I got it, that's when Ron's three or four, I tricked him by offering him the doll's coffee and he actually took it."
"A dollhouse?"
"Yes."
Draco clutched her arm. "Tell me more about the dollhouse."
He's on drugs. "Well…the food looks real, but they aren't…the dolls. Well, some of them can be charmed to do really simple things, like always sitting up and lying down again. It's really cool."
"Oh fuck Salazar's beard!" he swore. "Ginny, you sure about all of these?"
Ginny nodded, suddenly feeling very uneasy. What Draco had sworn was rarely said in the wizarding world unless things were really bad. "Did you…did you figure something out?"
Draco was half-standing, his eyes scanning the whole room with utter disbelief. "Ginny," Draco breathed, his face almost transparent, so pale it was. "Do you remember the doll-world Colette had?"
Ginny tried to remember. "Oh, that really pretty thing that's like a mini city, kind of like Paris?" she said. "Yes. What about it?"
Draco heaved a deep sigh. "I think…I think that we're trapped in that thing."
A/N: Oy the joy of cliffhangers. I swear this is the last one…I mean, at least, the endings to come are not what I consider cliffhangers. I promise. *nervous* I mean, this really isn't a cliffhanger. You aren't kept in the dark…*looks around frantically for place to hide*
Not too much D/G, but I don't think they can be smooching with Colette watching, so I cut it out. I promise kissing in the next chapter. For those of you who are French—you know there's something to her now, right? Not dropping any more hints. Everything about Colette will be explained in the upcoming chapter.
Review and comment on this chapter. =) Promise that this update will be within ONE week. Feel free to flame if it's late.
~Katrina
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