AN: Boy these hit counters are nice. if it wasnt for the 807 hits i have, i would not be so motivatedto update! As for those of you who arent leaving reviews/ that hurts. But read the story anyways.
Draco paced back and forth nervously in his tent. It had been nearly an hour since he had returned from the prisons, and the guard should be decreasing by now. The door to the tent swished open and Draco turned on his heal. Blaise came in, removing her mask from her face worriedly.
"What will you do?" She asked cautiously.
"I'm going to need your help." He came and stood next to her and she nodded. "I need your robes and your mask. And then I want you to meditate." Blaise was in the process of taking off her outer robe when she looked up at him curiously.
"Meditate? Why?" She took off the robe and handed it to him, and he put it on over his own.
"Because I want you to be able to honestly say that you didn't know what I was doing. You're my only friend Blaise. I won't let you suffer for being my wife as well." He held out his hand for the mask and she put it in his hand.
He was about to turn and leave when her hand stopped him. She pulled him into a gentle hug. "Good luck."
She pulled away, and he found himself at a loss for words. He'd never been good at goodbyes.
"Blaise⦠thank you, for everything. If I don't see you again-" She cut him off.
"You will." She seemed to stare off into the distance, as if reading something written far away. "Our work here together is not quite finished yet. Be happy Draco." She smiled gently at him locking her eyes with his own. Her loyalty to him would take a long time to understand, but he would never forget it.
He nodded, put on his mask and left the tent. He began walking to the dungeons quickly, but stopped outside Flint's darkened tent when he saw Flint's prized black stallion kicking at his chains. The horse stopped at his approach and pretended to be asleep. Suddenly, Draco had an idea.
"A summons from my father, to his room in the towers." Draco held up a note with a green Malfoy emblem on it, hoping the guard didn't see it closely. The guard was tired and let him pass without question. Once inside, Draco discarded the letter and headed for Ginny's cell. It wasn't as far as he remembered, and he soon found himself turning down the familiar passageway to her cell. Only one problem; the guard at the end of the tunnel. Draco walked calmly up to him, recognizing the dented mask as Petri Gray. Easy enough to confuse.
"Hey!" Draco shouted. "What're you doing here?"
Petri tilted his head to the side. "I'm on guard duty." He answered, pulling his wand. Draco pulled his own.
"No your not! I'm on guard duty!" He pointed to himself in a large gesture.
"Why, no you aints! I was assigned to it tonight!" His voice was puzzled and worried.
"Look, what's that!" Draco pointed over Grays shoulder and Gray turned, dumbfounded.
"Where?" Draco hit him hard over the head with his fist and Gray collapsed before him.
"Idiot." Draco mumbled, continuing on to Ginny's cell. He was close now and he began to sprint.
Finally, he reached her cell. She was curled in her corner like before, but she stood at his arrival.
"Draco!" She ran to the bars. Draco took off Blaise's outer robe that he had been wearing over his own and passed it to her.
"Put this on. I'm going to get you out of here." He pulled the mask from inside his own robes and handed her that too. Ginny obliged, though disgusted, and Draco moved to the lock.
He held up his tattoo to the look and it seared itself onto it, opening the cell. Ginny stepped out and hugged Draco tightly. As much as he liked it, he had to push her away.
"Not now." He warned. "Follow me." He began to lead her through the winding corridors of the dungeon and out to the prison gate. "Follow my lead in 10 minutes time." He instructed, before turning out of the shadows.
He walked up to the gate and waved at the guard. "My guard shifts over." He said in a husky voice. The guard, portly and sweating, nodded shortly and closed his eyes for a moment. It was long enough for Draco to slip into shadow and wait for Ginny.
So he waited.
When she finally came from the shadows he held his breath. She walked up to the guard, waved him off and walked right past him. Draco exhaled and grabbed Ginny's arm when she came close, pulling her into the shadows with him. They glided through the camp back to his side, where they stopped outside Flint's tent with the horse pretending to be sleeping.
Ginny latched herself onto him, and he held her close for a moment, knowing they might not have much time.
"We can take this horse-" He began, but she interrupted him, clenching his robes in her fists.
"You're coming with me, aren't you? Because I won't let you stay, I won't!" She ordered. She reached up and pressed her lips to his again. He nodded as she pulled away.
He pulled away from her and unchained the horse, helping her onto him. She held out her hand and he pulled himself up behind her, pressing them close together. He hadn't been this close to anyone since he last held her, such a long time ago. They breathed together for a moment, and then Draco encircled an arm around her waist and the other held the reins.
Ginny kicked the horse hard and he started, making far too much noise. He began to gallop, which was a good thing. Several people woke up from the noise, but they were past them before they opened their eyes.
There were several guards at the closed forest road gate, but Draco only picked up speed.
"Get down!" He told Ginny. Ignoring him, Ginny reached inside his robes and felt around for his wand before he could stop her.
"Reducto!" She shouted, and much to Draco's surprise the gate shattered. She got low to the horse and he followed her, taking his wand back to attack the attacking Death Eaters.
Several of the guards tried to halt them as they flew by, but they trampled one of them and the others got out of the way. Others were casting spells. They narrowly dodged most of them, but a slashing spell hit Draco in the back and he lost his balance. Ginny sat up and caught him, wrapping his arms around her. She headed straight for the forest. They broke through the trees and the yells of alert rang out behind them.
But they were already clear. The horse was charging, happy to be free. It was only minutes before they were coming out the other side of the thick forest into the black night. Ginny ripped off her mask and let it fly. Draco raised an arm to his mask and lifted it off his face.
"We did it! I can't believe it! We escaped! Draco-" She turned her head slightly to look at him, but her expression quickly turned from happiness to worry as she saw the blood running down his hand. "Draco! You're hurt!
