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A/N: Eh, eh.. What can I say? If I say that it's not my fault, are you gonna believe me? I really hope so, because it's not my fault. But actually it's not my beta-reader fault as well, she has been sick. And if you are going to complain because the beginning of this Author's note is the same of chapter 5 of my other story, well, it's because both my beta-readers got sick. I really hope that it's not me.. Anyway, I've a surprise for you: both my fan-fictions updated the same day, aren't you happy? I really hope so! About this chapter there is a little thing that I want to point out: I wrote something about the 'Half-Blood Prince', I made a mistake because almost all the chapters of this ff have been written before the 6th book came out, so they don't take into consideration the events of that book (I don't want to spoil anything, but if you have read the book, you know what I'm talking about…), but I like that sentence, so I'll leave it. Second thing, this is NOT the last chapter, there are still 2 chapters to go. And last, but not least, this is my favourite chapter of this ff, so I really hope that you'll enjoy it. Wow, long Author's note, I'll stop here. TTFN.
To flyingthoroughbred: Thank you very much for your beta-reading work. I don't know what I would have done without you.
Marcium Evaniscis
When Ron and Hermione arrived at Piccadilly Circus, 1052, London they thought they had just arrived at a love hotel, an expensive love hotel.
The chimney they arrived in was in a huge living room. All the windows in the room were obscured and only candles lighted the space. Thousands of carpets hid the floor and on the sofas the cushions seemed just ready to welcome some feisty lovers. The principal colours were red and crimson.
They didn't dare to move. They were sure that they didn't arrive at the right place.
Ron was thinking about what to do, when a door burst open, and Harry entered restlessly.
"Ron, I'm so happy to see you. I gave your mum the note, but I wasn't sure that you would have passed by the Burrow. So I didn't know if you would have it. But now that you are here I definitely know that I did the right thing. I was coming to look for you, though," he said at once. Now he spotted Hermione in Ron's arms. "Oh, my God! Hermione! How are you?"
Hermione looked at him and smiled weakly, "I've been better."
"I bet you have," he said, smiling at her and placing his arm around her waist and her arm around his shoulder. With Ron on her right and Harry at her left she was able to drag herself out of the chimney.
Ron was going to lay her down on the first sofa, but Harry restrained him. Hermione moaned.
"No, not here. We have to go in the other room," he said nodding towards the door he came through.
"What the hell is this place?" asked Ron, breathing heavily from the effort of holding Hermione.
"Draco's house," said Harry in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Draco's what?" asked Ron in disbelief.
Harry nodded. "Yeah. I know what you are thinking of. I would never believe it if somebody would have told me this was his house, but this is his flat actually."
"But it looks like a-"
"-love hotel?" finished Harry for him, "Yeah. I know. It's his house, and he said that he likes a little bit of luxury."
Harry let go of Hermione, and held the door open for her and Ron. Then he closed it behind them.
The three of them found themselves in a very different room. It looked like Snape's dungeons. In that room, there were no windows and the walls were mere rock. The only furniture was the huge book-shelves on three walls out of four. On one of the bookshelves, there was an ancient cupboard. Next to the door there was a grandfather clock. In the middle of the room there was a large stone. It looked like an altar. It had the shape of a single bed. Next to it a cauldron was bubbling on a fire and a book, that looked like it was really old, was laid open on a small table on the right of the cauldron. A grey smoke filled the air.
"And what the hell is this room?" asked Ron, looking around.
"Don't you like it, Weasel?" asked a voice from the middle of the room, behind the smoke.
"I love it, Malfoy," answered Ron sarcastically.
Draco emerged from the smoke. His pale face covered with ash and dirt. He looked at Hermione attentively; Hermione looked back at him.
Draco came near her face and murmured, "You do not look very well, Mudblood."
Hermione smiled, "I'm fine enough to send you to hell, Ferret."
Draco smiled back at her and, turning his back towards them, said, "You can put her on the Sacred Stone. Then stand next to the cauldron."
Ron and Harry approached the stone and helped Hermione get onto it.
"You know, Draco," she said feebly while she was lying on the stone, "When Ron told me that you were the one that was going to treat me, I didn't believe him."
Draco laughed. "It doesn't surprise me, Granger. But you can't even imagine how exciting it is to have your life in my hands."
"Stop it, Malfoy," said Ron, coming nearer.
"Potter, don't you have to speak to him?" asked Draco without even taking his eyes away from the cauldron.
Harry nodded. "Ron, can you come with me?" he said, stepping towards the door.
"And what about Hermione? Are we going to leave her here with that git?" he said, unconvinced.
"He won't kill me, Ron, he won't dare to touch me while the most brave Aurors are next door," said Hermione holding Ron's hand.
"Try me," muttered Malfoy looking at her.
Ron nodded and followed Harry, but when they were almost in the other room Malfoy called over them, "Hey! Potter! Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked, picking up and throwing to him the book that was on the table.
Harry seized it and left the room.
When the door closed behind them, he opened the book and looked for a page with a big dog-ear on it. When he found it, he passed the book to Ron.
He mentally read the title 'Marcium Evaniscis'.
"Is this the potion?" he asked, looking at Harry.
"It is," he said, nodding.
Ron smiled, "Then what do I have to do with it? It's you and Malfoy that are the potion-geniuses here. Oh no, wait, it was Malfoy and the Half-Blood Prince," he added sarcastically.
Harry snorted. "If I gave it to you, don't you think that you should read it?"
Ron rolled his eyes and started to read aloud, "Potion Ingredients: tail of frog, fang of dog, eye of newt, wing of bat – they don't seem so difficult to find. I mean I swear that in Diagon Alley there will be everything," he said, yawning.
Harry glared at him, "Will you please go on reading?"
Ron rolled his eyes again, "A bezoar, two spoonful of sugar, Veela's hair, horn of Dragon, breath of a young wizard, lizard's leg and blood. I don't know where is the problem, Har- blood?" he asked suddenly realizing that the last ingredient was, well, blood.
Harry nodded, "Read the note at the bottom of the page."
Ron glanced though the page and when he reached the bottom read aloud again, "No blood will work if it is not a wizard's blood, and that wizard must have a link with the sick person. Otherwise, there will be no effect on the person. The quantity of blood is directly proportional to the state of the person."
Ron laughed nervously. "And you just made me leave Hermione with Malfoy to tell me this? I mean of course I will do it, if it is what is needed."
"Ron, Hermione is seriously ill. She could need more blood than you can manage to give her," said Harry seriously.
Ron nodded. "I don't mind," he said, walking towards the door. Harry placed a hand on his arm, trying to restrain him, but Ron just looked at him. "Seriously Harry, I don't mind," and saying that, he made his way through the door. Harry followed him.
Hermione was still lying on the Sacred Stone, her arms on her stomach, her eyes closing.
Ron came near her and held her hand. Hermione opened her eyes, looked at him, and smiled.
"How do you feel?" he asked her.
"I've been better, but I don't think that it's my hour, yet. Despite what the doctor said."
"What?" asked Ron anxiously.
"He said that I should have died about 2 months ago, and then 3 weeks ago and ten days ago. But I'm still here."
"That's because you are a witch," said Draco, absently minded throwing some newt's eyes in the cauldron, "We are stronger than Muggles in these cases."
"You are well informed. How can you know all these things about Muggles?" asked Ron suspiciously.
"It's not about Muggles, Weasel, it's about wizards and witches. We are stronger than them, that's all. I don't know how you can reckon that I've some interest in Muggles," he spat.
Ron raised his eyebrows. "By the way, Malfoy, what kind of house is this?"
"Don't you like it?" Draco asked smiling, "It is too sumptuous for you?"
"It looks like a love hotel. You know that it is in the middle of the Muggle world?" asked Ron sharply.
"Well, if you don't understand art, it's not my fault," he said, smirking, "But, Weasley, here we are not in the middle of the Muggle world. Half of this house is in the Magical world. In Knockturn Alley actually."
Ron snorted and looked at Harry, who was next to Draco, looking intently at the cauldron.
"How long will it take for the potion to be ready?" asked Ron always holding Hermione's hand.
Draco snorted loudly. "Haven't you read the book, Weasley?"
"Only the part that interested me."
"Well, it will take an hour for the potion to be ready and then the ritual will take another hour, and if everything will be fine we have to add your blood and wait."
Hermione opened her eyes wide. "Blood?" she asked feebly, looking at Ron.
Ron and Harry glared at Draco.
"What?" he asked simply.
"Hermione," said Harry, looking at her concerned, "Don't listen to Malfoy, he just wants to scare you and-"
"I want to look at that book," she said weakly but firmly.
"Hermione," said Ron softly.
"I said that I want to look at that book," she repeated.
Draco handed it over her and Hermione intently read all of the ingredients and the passages.
She passed it back to Draco.
"That's not a potion," she said closing her eyes.
"No, Granger, you are right," said Malfoy, smirking.
Ron and Harry looked at each other puzzled.
"It's a ritual," said Malfoy, mixing up the potion that was bubbling in the cauldron.
"And what is the difference?" asked Ron, bemused.
"What is the difference?" asked Draco in disbelief, "What is the difference? Oh my God. Weasley, what's wrong with you?"
Ron turned as red as the cushions in the other room.
"A potion it is – well – just a potion, while a ritual is lots more complex. You have to repeat charms while you are doing it and you have to do things in a defined order. If you mess up something then everything is lost and the consequences will be terrible."
Ron shuddered.
"What about the blood?" asked Hermione, trying to look at Draco.
"Nothing about it," said Ron quickly.
"Oh come on, Weasley, do you reckon that the most intelligent witch that you have ever met will not have a clue about what's going on?" asked Draco simply, "Granger, you read the book, you should know what the blood is for."
"I know. I just wanted Ron to tell me," she said, looking at Ron now.
Ron sighed, "You will just need some of my blood. I will be fairly happy to give it to you."
Hermione smiled. "Thank you, but I don't think that I will need only 'some of your blood', it will be a large amount of it, and I don't want you to-"
Ron pressed gently his finger on her lips and she stopped talking.
"I will do it, Hermione, if you want and even if you don't want," he said caressing her face with his finger.
"I love you," said Hermione placing her hand on his finger.
"I love you, too," he answered leaning down and kissing her softly on her lips.
Harry sighed and Draco snorted, "Oh please, there are other people in this room."
At that very moment the potion in the cauldron let out a shriek. Draco leaned down to it and grinned.
"Oh, yes, Snape would have been proud of me if he could see me now. One of the most difficult potions ever, and I did it all by myself."
Ron rolled his eyes, and now it was Harry's time to snort.
"Will you please stop it, Malfoy?" asked Harry.
Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"Is it already ready? Didn't you tell us that it took-"
"I was lying," said Draco quietly, "It takes less than an hour, but it wasn't turning pink after ten minutes and I thought that I added the eye of newt too early after the fang of dog, so I decided to take time. But honestly Weasley, I'm too good to make these kinds of mistakes."
"Oh, Drakey, you have to say that you are too modest, too," said Ron in a girlish voice.
"Shut it Weasley. I don't think that you are in the position to making fun of me. Remember? I've your love's life in my hands," he said, licking his lips.
"You son of-" he almost shouted, throwing himself towards Draco. Luckily, Harry stepped between the two men and stopped Ron just in time. He was falling into the cauldron.
"Ron," called Hermione.
"Watch your mouth, Weasel," said Draco, "And watch your step, too. If you fall in the cauldron, I will have to restart from the beginning, and I don't know if I have another bat's wing."
"Ron calm down," said Harry, taking him by his shoulders, "Think of Hermione. She needs you."
Ron came back to Hermione's side and took her hand again. He didn't take his eyes away from Draco, though.
Draco leaned on the cauldron again and extinguished the fire under it. Then he looked intently at the potion, smelled it and tasted a spoonful of it.
"Perfect," he muttered, "Perfect."
"Can we start the ritual, then?" asked Ron calmly.
Draco looked at him. "I think we can. Let me see."
He came nearer to Hermione, and checked her position on the Sacred Stone.
"Can you get up from here?" Draco asked her.
"I don't think so, I'm too weak and my head hurts me more and-"
"Do you mind about your pajamas?" he interrupted her.
"Why?" asked Hermione.
"Because you have to be naked," he said in a matter-of-fact voice, "And if you cannot get up, I have to vanish it."
"What?" asked Ron, jumping on his feet, "Naked? Why does she have to be naked?"
"It's in the ritual. When you learn to read, call me, Weasley," said Draco, taking his wand out of his pocket and pointing it at Hermione.
"Wait!" exclaimed Ron, stepping between Draco's wand and Hermione, "You are not going to undress her here in front of everybody."
"Weasley it is for the ritual, not for my pleasure," responded Draco snorting.
"Ron, let him do it," said Hermione placing a hand on his arm.
Ron reluctantly moved away from her. Draco smiled and murmured a spell. From his wand came a small light and a soft wind that lifted Hermione from the stone and encircled her body. When the wind faded away, Hermione was placed gently on the stone, completely naked. Her body was covered with bruises and all her bones were visible under the skin.
She shivered and flushed and tried to cover her nudities as much as she could.
"Come on, Granger, it's not cold here," said Draco coldly.
"It's not for the cold, you ferret, it's because she is naked," said Ron trying to hide her from Draco and Harry's view.
"Well, she shouldn't be ashamed of anything, from what I can see from here," said Draco trying to look over Ron's shoulder.
"Don't you dare," hissed Ron.
"Calm down, Weasley, I don't really mind her. Not at all. But you have to calm down and cooperate, because she is going to need me as much as you and Potter."
Ron nodded, but looked at Draco as if he was going to kill him in a very short time.
Draco stepped quickly towards the cauldron and pointed his wand at it, "Wingardium Leviosa," he said, and the cauldron lifted into the air. He moved his lips quickly, and the cauldron stayed still in the middle of the air, next to Hermione's face.
Then he picked up the book and gave it to Harry, "Potter you will be our Reader."
"What?" asked Harry, taking the book in his hands, "Reader?"
"Yeah. The Reader, can you do that? You just have to read the words that will appear on the book."
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" asked Harry, puzzled.
Draco snorted. "Listen, when everything will be ready I will start to pour the potion on Granger's body and you will have to read the spells aloud. And you mustn't stop, whatever happens, understand?"
"Yeah, but here there are not spells," said Harry looking at the page of the ritual, "Where am I supposed to read?"
"You have to wait. The spells will appear when I start."
"Start pouring the potion on Hermione?" asked Harry.
Draco nodded.
"And what will I do?" asked Ron, feeling excluded.
"Weasley, you will die bloodless, don't you think that that's enough?"
Hermione looked scared at Ron.
"He won't die bloodless," said Harry coming near her and taking her right hand between his. "Tell her, Malfoy," he added, glaring at him.
Draco snorted. "No, ok. I swear that I will do my best to control myself and not kil you, even if that would bring me great pleasure."
Ron glared at Draco. "Why don't we do an intelligent thing, Malfoy? You read and Harry pours the potion."
"It's not possible, only a Malfoy can do the ritual," said Draco sharply.
"Rubbish," shot back Ron.
"Ok, that was a lie," said Draco quickly, "But only I can do that, because I'm the one that knows what to do."
"Tell us what you have to do and the problem will be over," said Ron in a matter-of-fact voice.
"It's too long to explain and we don't have time," snapped Draco, "Just do what I tell you and everything will be fine. Do you understand?"
They both nodded.
"Listen, Weasley, all you have to do – besides giving your blood – is don't talk and don't let her fall asleep. Do you think you can do that?" Draco asked him like he was talking to a little child.
"I'm not stupid, Malfoy."
Draco shrugged his shoulders and moved towards Hermione.
"Where is the cancer situated, Granger?" he said trying not to be distracted by her naked body.
"In my head, " she answered feebly.
Draco nodded and came back towards the cauldron, "I think we can start, then. Everybody's ready?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione nodded.
"Good. I wouldn't like to nullify all this work and restart from the beginning – oh well actually if something goes wrong it wouldn't be necessary to start from the beginning, but I don't want my work to go-"
"Can we start it now?" asked Hermione weakly snapping Draco out of his thoughts.
Draco snorted and nodded. He pointed his wand towards Hermione and said "Wingardium Leviosa" and made Hermione levitated at about 20 inches from the stone. Then with everybody's disbelief he put down his wand and dived his hands in the cauldron.
Harry looked at the book he was holding and at that very moment some golden letters were appearing from nowhere. The letters became words and the words sentences.
Draco reached Hermione's head and starting to spread the potion gently on her face.
Harry started to read. He didn't recognize his own voice and felt Ron's eyes on him. He didn't even know in which language he was reading.
Draco continued to spread the potion, which was bright green, now. It was neither too hot nor too cold. Hermione felt comfortable under the potion. So comfortably, that she could have fallen asleep.
Ron shook her gently and she was snapped away from her thoughts.
Draco reached her neck. He was drawing some mysterious symbols that glittered for a moment on her skin and then disappeared like they had been absorbed into her body.
Harry was reading with his low and strange voice, and the atmosphere was really sleepy. The only one that didn't seem to be effected was Draco.
Ron also felt as if his eyelids were going to close at any moment. He squeezed Hermione's hand and tried to concentrate on what Draco was doing.
Draco in the meantime was trailing the potion down her shoulders. Sometimes he just stopped and dove his hand again into the cauldron. The potion seemed to stick to his hand like glue.
When he reached her breast, Ron frowned at him and Hermione shivered, while a very small and satisfied smile appeared on Draco's face.
Very slowly Draco reached her stomach and came down on her legs. When he reached her feet he began to paint the symbols on the back of Hermione. Nobody could see what he was doing with his hands and Ron glared at him twice when he reached some points of Hermione's body, but he didn't speak.
Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to become less and less aware of her surroundings. The potion was having the same effect on her as a drug would.
When Draco reached the back of her head, Hermione started to smile widely.
Draco dived one more time his hands in the potion and brought them near Hermione's lips.
Ron looked at his love. She was letting go of his hand and clinging at Draco's hand. Then she opened her mouth and sucked all the potion from his fingers. The scene repeated until the cauldron emptied.
Ron couldn't help glaring at Draco, even because he was surely enjoying himself.
When there was no potion left the cauldron fell on the table automatically and so did Hermione who started to act very strangely.
Firstly she started to smile, and then the smile turned into a grin and at the end she was laughing eagerly.
She looked at Draco and stretched a hand towards his face; Draco took it and smiled. Then she turned her eyes on Ron and took his hand between hers kissing and licking them.
Ron looked at Draco and at Harry who had just taken away his eyes from the book for a second. Draco didn't seem to care about that strange behavior, Harry lost his voice for a moment.
When she let go of Ron's hand, she started to look intently at her hands, after a while she burst into a laugh and passed her fingers on all her body in a very sensual way.
Ron and Harry reddened, but Draco didn't seem affected. He was really in good control of his feelings and sensations.
He moved towards the small table where the cauldron laid and took a silver dagger. With it in his right hand he stepped towards Ron.
When he was only a few inches from him he indicated his wrist and stretched out his hand.
Ron understood and rested his hand on Draco's. Draco pulled Ron till his hand was on Hermione's face. She looked at it and tried to touch it like a child, but Draco kept it far from her.
When Hermione realized that she couldn't reach the hand she slammed her fists roughly on the Sacred Stone. Her hands should have been covered with blood, but they weren't and if they hurt her she didn't seem to bother.
Draco brought the dagger near Ron's palm and smirked.
Ron gritted his teeth and nodded to Draco.
The blade's tip disappeared into Ron's palm and went down in his wrist and slowly reached his elbow.
Ron repressed a moan and bit his lips.
Draco turned upside down Ron's hand and blood starting to fall on Hermione's body.
Ron did his best to not faint.
He watched Hermione and blinked twice when he understood what was happening.
When his blood touched Hermione's skin it was suddenly absorbed by her body, like the potion did. She wasn't moving anymore, she laid there motionless with her eyes wide open.
Harry kept looking at what was happening from behind the book. Every minute he became more tired, but he knew that he had to keep going, no matter what ever happened. His two best friends' life was in his – and Draco's – hands.
It was almost ten minutes that Ron's blood was falling on Hermione. Ron's face was getting more pale every minute and he felt his forces abandoning him. Draco had to hold up his arm and all his body.
Another five minutes passed by and Draco began to check the grandfather clock next the door.
After other five minutes he became nervous. Ron was almost going to faint.
But suddenly something happened that made Draco smile. From Hermione's face came a light. At the beginning it was really dim, but in a small amount of time it became stronger. Hermione's skin turning transparent and the light became so strong that all the men had to turn away their eyes.
Draco made Ron sit down on the floor and he fainted on it. There wasn't much blood left in his body, but for now Draco couldn't do anything.
A hot wind blew from nowhere and raised Hermione, for the third time she was levitating on the Stone. Now the light came out of all her body. She looked like an apparition.
Draco was looking at her seriously, Harry found very hard to keep his eyes on the book.
After a while the light in her head became brighter.
Draco tried to fight the pain at his eyes and looked at her head. Something was coming out from her hair. It was a black, smooth and shining thing that looked like a small rock of the size of an orange. It was passing through her head like a ghost.
When it came out entirely it fell on the floor with a hard thud. The light inside Hermione's head faded away and the wind stopped to blow when she reached again the Sacred Stone.
Harry couldn't go on reading because the letters disappeared from the book. And so it could bring all his attention on what was happening around him.
When everything finished Draco stepped towards Hermione.
"How do you feel?" he asked offering a hand.
Hermione took his hand and sat up letting his feet dangle. She looked around and touched her head. Harry looked at her, her skin was now smooth and fair. No bruises or injures on her arms.
"I feel good," she whispered.
Draco smiled, "I know, I'm a genius."
Hermione's eyes danced all over the room and spotted Ron on the floor. Her eyes opened widely. And she threw herself towards him.
Harry hurried towards him, too. Draco snorted, he did forget about him.
"Ron," called him Hermione, "Ron!" she repeated more loudly shaking him. If he was breathing Hermione couldn't hear it. If he was dead it was all her fault, now she could feel what Ron, Lilian and everybody she knew had proved for her.
"Move away, Granger," said Draco picking up his wand from the table.
"Ennervate," he said out loudly pointing his wand towards Ron.
Ron started to breath hardly. Hermione threw herself towards him and hugged him.
"Ron, how are you doing?" she asked him crying.
"How do you think he is? He has just woken up and a naked girl threw herself on him. I would be happy," said Draco annoyed.
Everybody's head turned towards him.
"What?" he asked.
Then Hermione realised that she was naked. And tried to cover herself with Ron's clothes.
"I think I'll need something to wear," she said blushing.
Nobody did anything, Draco looked at them and snorted, "Do I have to do everything?" he asked lifting his wand. A minute later Hermione was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Harry helped Ron get on his feet.
"How do you feel, mate?" he asked him, looking at his pale face.
Ron looked at Hermione, who was smiling at him, "Never felt better," he answered grinning.
Hermione came near him and hugged him. Ron hugged her back. They stood there without speaking for several minutes.
Ron had everything he wanted; he felt like the most lucky wizard on Earth.
"Oh, no please, don't thank me too much," said Draco ironically, snapping Ron out of his thoughts.
Hermione, with everybody's disbelief, threw herself towards Draco and hug him. Draco stood there bemused. Then she placed a kiss on his cheek.
"Thank you, Draco," she said softly.
Draco opened his mouth but no sound came out. "S-sure," he stammered after a while.
Hermione then headed towards Harry and did the same thing to him. Harry hugged her back, though.
"Thank you, Harry," she said, smiling.
"Everything for my favourite girl," he answered, smiling back.
Then she came back to Ron's side. "Ron, I'm going to thank you properly tonight."
Ron flushed and kissed her on her lips. Hermione kissed him back and they stopped only when Draco said, "Hey, you two, get a room."
When Hermione drew back, they both smiled.
And they did all their way towards the fireplace smiling and hugging and stopping to kiss each other.
Harry couldn't help smiling.
When they reached the fireplace, Harry was the first to pick up some Floo Powder and entered the chimney.
"Harry, don't tell anything to anybody. I want to see their faces when they find out," said Hermione, smiling.
"Then you should hurry up," Harry told her before saying "The Burrow," and disappearing between green flames.
"Ron, you can go next," said Hermione.
"No, Hermione, you go next," he answered her.
Hermione nodded and, before going, she placed another kiss on Draco's cheek. "Thank you again, and see you soon, Draco."
Then she said "The Burrow," and she too was gone between green flames.
Ron turned towards Draco. "Thank you," he muttered.
Draco smiled. "You are welcome, Weasley."
Ron stretched his hand and Draco shook it.
"But I can't understand why Hermione was acting so strangely when you were spreading the potion on her."
"Because it was like a drug, it had to make her feel better, and she really was great," said Draco grinning.
"And what about the stone that came out of her brain?" asked Ron.
"That was her cancer," answered Draco in a matter-of-fact voice.
"I see. Well, see you, Malfoy," said Ron and, after saying his destination, he vanished too.
Draco looked around. "Uff, naturally I have to clean up everything by myself." He lifted his wand, muttered a couple of spells and then he laid down on one of the sofas and waited for his deserved rest to come.