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Chapter Twenty One
The Note
Hermione took the Underground home. Work today had been incredibly frustrating. Every single lead in the Malfoy case had quickly hit a dead end. They had more than enough evidence to send him to Azkaban; they just had to find him.
The train screeched to a stop. The afternoon crowds made it impossible for her to find a seat, and people jostled her on their way out of the car. This did not improve Hermione's mood any; and she fumed at herself for not Apperating home like a sensible witch.
The one benefit of riding the Underground was that it deposited her almost directly beneath her apartment. It was only four flights up, not a long distance most days, but seemingly insurmountable today. At least there was a reward awaiting her at the top. Slid under the door lay a piece of paper covered in Ron's untidy scribble. There was a map sketched on the back, which showed a route from her apartment to a nearby park.
Hermione - Meet me here.
-Ron
Hermione grinned like an idiot. Ron knew she had a bad day today; he could hardly help knowing, sharing the same office and all. He had turned into a damned romantic when she wasn't looking.
She dropped her satchel on the couch and headed back out the door. It wasn't till she was halfway down the street that she realized her wand was still in her satchel. She debated going back for it and decided against it; making a mental note to get in the habit of carrying her wand around all the time again.
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Malfoy watched Granger enter the park from inside a shop across the street. He snorted in disgust. The damned woman was practically floating. Malfoy hated romantics of all shapes and forms, especially those who were blatantly smitten.
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Hermione scanned the park without seeing a single red-head. Well, one, but the small child playing in the sand wasn't exactly who she was looking for. She settled back into a shady park bench, feeling about ten times lighter than she had on the train.
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Malfoy took his time crossing the street and strolling across the park. She noticed him about halfway across the field. Her shoulders tensed as she recognized him. Malfoy appeared not to notice this and continued on his nonchalant way.
"Hermione Granger, what a surprise to see you alive." He said slyly. A park goer would have thought them casual acquaintances chatting on the park bench.
"Draco Malfoy, what a surprise to see you out of prison."
"I'm afraid I don't have any witty banter prepared, so I'll skip straight to the point. You and I have business to discuss." Malfoy casually brushed his sleeve so that she could see he had his wand.
"You're risking arrest just to crow over an old school vendetta? That's a bit petty, even for you."
Malfoy's tensed in anger. "Why don't we go elsewhere to talk? This is private business."
"I am quite comfortable right here." Hermione's mind raced quickly. She didn't dare hope that Ron would appear in the nick of time. Now that she thought about it, it was entirely possible for the note to have been the bait. Malfoy wouldn't care much about working magic in front of the muggles, nor would he be afraid to hurt someone. Hermione felt herself backing into a corner.
"Lord Voldemort was so effective at removing such stubbornness."
"You couldn't work the Imperius Curse if you were under it yourself."
Hermione could have sworn she heard teeth grinding. "It would be such a shame if a gas main explosion were to occur over by that swing set. Such things have happened before."
Hermione's blood ran cold. Unlike his father, Draco hadn't killed anyone, but just because he hadn't didn't mean he wouldn't. She couldn't take the chance.
"The Leaky Cauldron isn't far from here." She said finally.
"It is a lovely day for a walk." Malfoy was all slimy smiles again. "Goyle." The boulder masquerading as a man (and not doing a very good job) had been lurking around during the entire conversation. He tried to act inconspicuous and failed at that as well.
Hermione hoped that at any second she would be struck by a brilliant plan, but unfortunately, she didn't have very many seconds for that to happen. The beginnings of a good idea were forming when they turned a corner and Malfoy whispered, "Stupify!"
And then only darkness.
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
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everyone else: you can email me too!
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Chapter Twenty One
The Note
Hermione took the Underground home. Work today had been incredibly frustrating. Every single lead in the Malfoy case had quickly hit a dead end. They had more than enough evidence to send him to Azkaban; they just had to find him.
The train screeched to a stop. The afternoon crowds made it impossible for her to find a seat, and people jostled her on their way out of the car. This did not improve Hermione's mood any; and she fumed at herself for not Apperating home like a sensible witch.
The one benefit of riding the Underground was that it deposited her almost directly beneath her apartment. It was only four flights up, not a long distance most days, but seemingly insurmountable today. At least there was a reward awaiting her at the top. Slid under the door lay a piece of paper covered in Ron's untidy scribble. There was a map sketched on the back, which showed a route from her apartment to a nearby park.
Hermione - Meet me here.
-Ron
Hermione grinned like an idiot. Ron knew she had a bad day today; he could hardly help knowing, sharing the same office and all. He had turned into a damned romantic when she wasn't looking.
She dropped her satchel on the couch and headed back out the door. It wasn't till she was halfway down the street that she realized her wand was still in her satchel. She debated going back for it and decided against it; making a mental note to get in the habit of carrying her wand around all the time again.
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Malfoy watched Granger enter the park from inside a shop across the street. He snorted in disgust. The damned woman was practically floating. Malfoy hated romantics of all shapes and forms, especially those who were blatantly smitten.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Hermione scanned the park without seeing a single red-head. Well, one, but the small child playing in the sand wasn't exactly who she was looking for. She settled back into a shady park bench, feeling about ten times lighter than she had on the train.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Malfoy took his time crossing the street and strolling across the park. She noticed him about halfway across the field. Her shoulders tensed as she recognized him. Malfoy appeared not to notice this and continued on his nonchalant way.
"Hermione Granger, what a surprise to see you alive." He said slyly. A park goer would have thought them casual acquaintances chatting on the park bench.
"Draco Malfoy, what a surprise to see you out of prison."
"I'm afraid I don't have any witty banter prepared, so I'll skip straight to the point. You and I have business to discuss." Malfoy casually brushed his sleeve so that she could see he had his wand.
"You're risking arrest just to crow over an old school vendetta? That's a bit petty, even for you."
Malfoy's tensed in anger. "Why don't we go elsewhere to talk? This is private business."
"I am quite comfortable right here." Hermione's mind raced quickly. She didn't dare hope that Ron would appear in the nick of time. Now that she thought about it, it was entirely possible for the note to have been the bait. Malfoy wouldn't care much about working magic in front of the muggles, nor would he be afraid to hurt someone. Hermione felt herself backing into a corner.
"Lord Voldemort was so effective at removing such stubbornness."
"You couldn't work the Imperius Curse if you were under it yourself."
Hermione could have sworn she heard teeth grinding. "It would be such a shame if a gas main explosion were to occur over by that swing set. Such things have happened before."
Hermione's blood ran cold. Unlike his father, Draco hadn't killed anyone, but just because he hadn't didn't mean he wouldn't. She couldn't take the chance.
"The Leaky Cauldron isn't far from here." She said finally.
"It is a lovely day for a walk." Malfoy was all slimy smiles again. "Goyle." The boulder masquerading as a man (and not doing a very good job) had been lurking around during the entire conversation. He tried to act inconspicuous and failed at that as well.
Hermione hoped that at any second she would be struck by a brilliant plan, but unfortunately, she didn't have very many seconds for that to happen. The beginnings of a good idea were forming when they turned a corner and Malfoy whispered, "Stupify!"
And then only darkness.
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Review, my friend, review.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.
