An hour later the door burst open letting in a group of ten death eaters or so, mainly the same ones that had been in the room before. Hermione sat up and Draco felt her own body tense. His own heart had gone from a steady beat to very fast when he saw them enter.
"Geoffrey!" one with brown hair, the one that had captured them, yelled looking at the chubby death eater that'd been watching them, "Your break is up! Get out of here."
The death eater stumbled to his feet, looking as though he'd been jerked out his sleep. Draco wished fervently that they'd put their plan into action earlier, instead of simply waiting for no reason what so ever. If he'd been asleep they both would have been able to try to get away.
A few of the death eaters sat down leaning back in the comfortable chairs, ready for their break now.
"And how have our little guests been while we were gone?" the blond haired death eater asked peering over to where Draco and Hermione sat curled up.
"Guests!" Hermione asked with disgust. Draco smiled to himself, despite all her fear during situations like these Hermione seemed to always be able to stand up and fight. One of the things that really did make a Gryfindor a Gryfindor, Draco realized. Draco was more concerned with his life than with what went on with other people. He wouldn't bother too much about getting rid of these death eaters so that they wouldn't go around hurting more people, that's what the ministry was for. Of course, there was a fine line between bravery and foolishness. Potter had always seemed more foolish to Draco than anything, even if he was capable of handling things, it was never brave to go and face the Dark Lord.
The death eater with the beard stepped up beside the blond one with a grin and commented, "I don't think she liked your little joke."
A sudden explosion sounded outside and the death eaters abruptly turned, looking around to see what that was. Several death eaters yelled from outside in the hallway. Half the death eaters in the room ran back out into the hallway. A second bang sounded, sounding like large doors crashing down. More shouts were heard; most of the death eaters lost in the confusion of the sudden, attack?
Draco realized that unless they got away right now, chances were that they wouldn't get away un-hurt. He gave Hermione a little nudge whose thoughts were probably along the same track.
"Now?" she mouthed questioningly. Draco nodded and with a slight yell they burst forward Draco towards the death eaters and Hermione towards the fireplace. The death eaters were slow to react due to the chaos going on outside, most of them going towards Draco who was charging them.
He heard Hermione yelled "The Burrow!" and saw a bit of green flame out of the corner.
What the hell was the Burrow? Draco wondered briefly before finding himself being the object of several spells and ducked behind a chair. Apparently, to his luck, the death eaters were needed outside and most of the rest ran back out into the hallway.
To his surprise the room was now empty. Now he headed over to the fireplace and stared at it gloomily. The flames had gone back to their normal color, but there was still no way Draco could get away. Frowning he walked over to doorway, and it suddenly hit him, what were those explosions?
The ministry perhaps? How would they have known to come to Malfoy Manor? Then it hit him again, and he nearly slapped himself, Hermione's dad! He probably hadn't been caught but had realized that Hermione and Draco were in some sort of trouble and managed to contact the ministry. Or something like that.
So should he shut the door and lock himself inside or run down the hallway and try to get out, or yell. Making his decision he shut the door turning the lock then ran to the other side of the room to shut that door as well. He hoped Hermione had reached, The Burrow, successfully.
The adrenaline once again started to wear off and he felt exhausted and sat down in one of the chairs hoping no one would try to get in, all the memories of the last time he'd been in a situation like this surfacing. He could almost feel the hot poker burning his skin and touched his shirt where he could feel the scars underneath.
Draco woke up with a start; he hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep. The noises of yells and wand explosions were much less and he heard footsteps outside the room. Who had one, the attackers, or the death eaters?
Looking around the room he noticed someone had blown a whole in the ceiling on the level below, leaving a gaping hole into darkness. Curious he stood up rubbing his eyes to peer down into the darkness. He felt the floorboards bend beneath him and with a yell slipped down into the room. A waft of something dead hit him suddenly and he coughed, nauseated. He prayed he wouldn't trip over a dead body as he squinted trying to use the light coming in from overhead. He saw a wall and headed over to it and then started feeling along it, this was probably one his father's rooms, one of the dungeon areas. Draco recalled that a lot of the dungeon rooms had small tunnels for the house elves to move around in; perhaps he could find a way out that way. Climbing back up through the whole was hopeless; it was much too high.
Draco stumbled when the wall gave away to openness, and the stench of old urine and blood hit him making him gag. Did the death eaters have rooms with tortured prisoners here too? His foot hit something small and soft and he reached down hoping it wouldn't be hand or something. His fingers touched soft silky fur and he wrapped his hands around it, picking it up before realizing it was a small animal of sorts. It felt like a pup, except its tail was forked, a magical creature then. It was too big for a Crup puppy, a half-breed probably. Its fur was longer than most Crup's fur also. Why would the death eater's have Crup halflings? Dead Crups at that, unless the parents were still alive.
Walking farther into the room he came upon a large Crup, one of the parents as well as several others, all dead. Apparently the death eaters didn't take very good care of them, or even care about them at all. Maybe they'd belonged to his father, or his mother. He felt a sharp tightening in his chest, he'd probably never live in this house again, and even though his mother had been a little cold, Draco, like anyone's son, had cared for her. Thinking about it, Draco realized he wouldn't want to live in this anyway. Not after all the things it had been used for. Maybe he could sell it off and buy a nicer house, one that didn't have a bloody history.
He heard muffled footsteps overhead of people walking around in the hallway and remembered that he needed to get out. Once he was out he could figure out who had things under control. A few footsteps behind him made Draco jump and spin around. A death eater? Hiding from everyone else like Draco was?
A/N: Hm.. looks like I've gotten into the habit of updating every sunday. I'm wearing a hat right now because the sun is shining right into my window, a hat at my computer. I probably look funny. My shirt is getting warm, and my cheek. Its 9 am right now. Hum de dum. Too bad the MWA isn't open.. I wanna get my learner's permit! Thanks to everyone whose been reviewing! This story would be nothing without your support!