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"Hold on, Gin." Harry whispered to Ginny as she gripped on tighter to his sleeve. "This might hurt."
Ginny closed her eyes and felt pressure swell around her. She felt like a plug that was stuffed into the neck of a bottle that was too small for her. She peered through her eyelids and saw lights and shadows flicker by, and the end of the tunnel nearing. Pressure was thrown on her, and her hair was forced back, just like with a strong wind. Ginny clanged on tighter to Harry's arm.
"We're here!" Harry managed to yell just before they were thrown out of the tunnel.
And there was the completely different sensation, now it was like she was a cork that was popped out of a neck of a champagne bottle.
Ginny gasped as her body soared through the air and collided with the grown, she never expected that apparating was like this, and she definitely did not expect that the income was so excruciating.
She was astounded by the fact that Hermione, Ron and Harry were all standing on their feet looking completely relaxed while she and Draco lay in piles on the floor, for both of them it was the first time they had properly apperated, and let me tell you, it hurts.
She got up slowly, dusting the dirt of her muggle skirt.
"Wow," she croaked, "That was quite an experience."
Draco also got up and looked slightly confused, "I think I splinched myself." he stated worriedly.
Hermione snorted very unlady like and looked at him with an as-if glare, "Malfoy, I'm an excellent apparater, the instructor said so himself. You haven't splinched yourself; probably you're a bit strained that's all."
Draco looked at her with an anxious stare, "You sure?"
Hermione nodded then she grabbed Ron's hand and started walking out of the alley, "C'mon we need to get to the hotel."
The others followed quickly.
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"OI! Whadda ya want?" a dirty looking muggle citizen called out as the group entered a shabby looking hotel somewhere deep in Londen.
"Uhm," Hermione started as she stepped forward from the group. "We need a room, for all of us…."
"All of you? Uhhhmmm, I have one room with two beds, but they're single…" the 'dirty' man said, scratching himself in a rather personal place.
Hermione looked around quickly, not exactly expecting approval, "That'll do."
"Wha! Noooooooo……." Ron moaned, visibly slumping in with disappointment.
"How much?" Hermione asked, ignoring Ron.
"50 ponds/ Euros (what do they use in Londen?)." the man answered simply, retrieving his hand from his pants and using it to scratch his neck.
Hermione fumbled around in her coat pocket and gave the man some muggle money, then she turned to the others, "I know it's not perfect, but it'll be okay, for tonight."
Harry nodded and took the room key from the waiting man, "Thanks." He said as he passed by and into the dodgy looking elevator.
"Oooooohhh, what are those buttons for?" Ginny exclaimed excitedly as she joined him.
Harry slapped his head irritated as the dude shot him a questioning look.
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"I'm taking the bed!" Draco exclaimed as soon as he got into the room.
"Oh no you don't!" Ron growled, holding Draco back from running to the bed.
"Yeah, your right Ron, Malfoy doesn't get a bed." Hermione said approvingly.
"But…that's not fair!" Draco whined as Ron exclaimed, "Go Hermione!"
"I'm taking it." Hermione added with a smile at Ron, "And I'm taking the other bed." Ginny said quickly.
"But what about us men? Aren't we supposed to be superior and get all privileges?" Ron complained, forgetting to think before speaking.
Hermione sniffed angrily, "Well you superiors get the privilege to sleep on the floor!"
"No! I'm okay with the fact that Malfoy sleeps there but what about me and Harry! If you'd think about it we have done lots more then you, so we must get a comfortable bed to sleep on!" Ron said defiantly.
Hermione looked at him with an unreadable expression, then she turned so suddenly and so quickly towards Harry that he was struck completely of guard, "Harry! What do you think?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes dangerously.
"I…uhhhh…I…yeah…uhh…what you said…." Harry stuttered, not exactly sure what they were talking about.
"See Ron, Harry's fine with it, so stuff that sexist ego of yours up your ars and sleep on the floor." Ginny said loudly.
"But…" Ron started to protest but Hermione quickly silenced him with a kiss, "If you're a good boy you can share a bed with me," she whispered to his lips.
"I heard that! None of us are going to get some sleep with you two tossing around with each other in the night!" Draco said pointedly.
"We're not going to toss around with each other, just sleep next to each other. It's not the same Malfoy, but I'm sure that you can't tell the difference, perv boy."
"Oh you little-"
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"Heellllooooooo." Ginny yawned as she walked out of the bathroom wearing grey baggy pants with a black, slightly stomach revealing top and a white towel wrapped around her head.
"Gin you look like a hooker." Ron commented lazily from his bed, having wrapped the sheet tightly around himself and his bare arm draping ever so slightly around Hermione's waist.
"And you look like a cheap fling," Ginny snapped back, then she turned towards Harry who was currently sitting on a moldy couch scratching his hair, "Harry, its your turn to shower." She added sweetly.
"Doesn't cheap fling and hooker come down to the same thing?" Draco asked interestedly, "If so, lovely family you have there."
"Oh shut up Malfoy, who gives a damn? Siblings have the right to call each other names so let them be, and Harry, hurry up will ya? I wanta shower too." Hermione moaned from under her pillow.
Harry got up and dragged himself into the bathroom, leaving the room once again silent.
Ginny glanced at Ron and Hermione, who were snuggled up against each other, then she glanced at Malfoy, who was sitting alone staring enviously at the couple.
"Malfoy, cough, Draco…..do you have a girlfriend?" she asked politely, not to hurt his feelings or anything, just because she was curious.
Draco looked up and smirked, "You're not interested in me all of a sudden, are you?"
"Good god no! I was just wandering…if there is someone special, to keep you going…" Ginny said in her defense, a weak smiled spreading over her face.
"Well no, I don't." he answered simply.
"Ah…okay…sorry for asking." Ginny said awkwardly.
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"So, here we are…..far away from home, no where to go…except home, but we wont do that….on the quest to find the Horcruxes and to Kill Voldemort." Harry said conversationally once they were outside and settled with two park benches across from each other to discuss their plans.
The others nodded and waited for some speech silently.
"And….we need a plan…or something." Harry said, scratching his neck nervously.
"Okay, Harry, I'll talk now." Hermione said, getting up and offering Harry her seat.
Harry took it and joined the others in the game: staring expectantly at Hermione.
"I have an idea….that cave, Harry, that cave where you and Dumbledore went to destroy that Horcrux?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Harry asked.
"The cave is important to Voldemort and his followers….and I believe that they'll come there…sooner or later. Not a lot of them no, but two or three…death eaters I mean." Hermione said hesitantly, "And what if we wait there….for some to come, and attack them, keep them prisoners and force them to tell us about the horcruxes…because the ones that come there, must know about the one that is supposed to be there, and so they must know about the rest….."
Harry thought about it for a moment, "And I suspect that Voldemort doesn't tell many or hardly any of his death eaters that his soul is split up. So of course there won't be many that'll come there." Harry added to the point.
"Yeah, that's excellent and all, perfect plan, I mean, we can handle a death eater or two if we work together…..but who says they'll come there, anytime soon?" Ron interjected.
"They wont, not normally." Ginny said, "But they will if they have a reason."
"And that reason is?" Draco asked, taking his hand delicately through his hair which was not slicked back for once but hanging loosely and playfully around his icy eyes.
"A rumor, that Harry has taken the horcrux." Hermione answered.
"But he has, hasn't he?" Ron asked, slightly confused.
"No, I got a fake one. Somebody else had gotten there before me, but he says he has destroyed the real one already….at least I think so." Harry said doubtfully.
"But it could be a trap." Draco alleged.
"No it wasn't. I read the note, Harry showed me…only a defender of the normal and peaceful wizarding world could have written that." Hermione announced.
"So, we tell them, in some way unknown, that Harry has the horcux….so they automatically will come there to check if he has? And so we catch the death eater or eaters that were sent…..right?" Ginny asked, fidgeting with her rings.
"Yes." Harry decided.
"And how do we do that?" Draco asked.
"I think I know how." Hermione said slyly.
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Riddle, you fucking cunting cockhead.
How dare you take her! She was all that was important! You knew didn't you? You knew how much she means to me! You knew how much I love her! And now, you take her, possibly rape her? To hurt me? To lure me to rescue her? Why? WHY! Well, what ever reason. I'm getting her back. I have something you want that means just as much to you as she means to me. Figure it out. When you have, inform me and we'll trade.
Harry Potter, your worst enemy
"Ah, c'mon, that's a faggy letter." Ron scowled as he read through it, earning a scandalized glare from Hermione. "Its not." she said angrily.
"No, no, no. Its lame, You-know-who wont buy it. He is smarter then that." Ron said angrily.
"Well, how then? Do you have any ideas?" Hermione asked rudely.
"Yeah, sure I do!" Ron said defiantly.
I know you have her. But I have something too. Let's trade when you've figured it out.
Potter
"I'm sorry Hermione, but his is better….its more convincing, and more how I would write. No details, just what's needed." Harry said apologetically to his friend.
Hermione's eyes shifted angrily from one to one, but then she sighed, "Suppose your right. Well done, Ron."