A/N: I'm soo sorry for the long wait! So much has been going on with my social life apart from ff..and i've had soo much homework. and iwas recently sick for about a week or so, so I wasn't capable to write. I'm sorry for the wait, but this is a light, fluffy chapter that should brigthen your spirits! Hermione and Draco are back together..nothing could ruin their blissful time!
some blaise and draco...
Quintessence
Chapter 22
Wake Up Calls
"We're free!" They cried in unison.
Hermione ran over to Draco, throwing her arms around his neck. Draco picked her up and spun her around, chuckling at Hermione's excitement. He placed her on the ground and kissed her wherever he could.
Hermione sighed and leaned against Draco. "What are we going to do?"
Draco looked down at her incredulously, his eyes wide.
"What?"
"I mean, how are we going to get out of here. I mean..sure, you got me out, but how will we leave your house? Your father, and your mother, and the house elves!"
Draco placed his index finger against her lips, silencing her. He whispered softly in her ear, swaying slightly. "My father left for business trip, my mother is completely out of it, don't worry about her. And as for the house elves, they follow my commands."
Hermione just nodded, leaning her full weight on Draco.
"Love, are we going to stand here all day, or are we going to get out of here. Personally I prefer the latter..but honestly..-,"
Hermione giggled and pulled him towards the door leading out of the dungeon area. They reached a long corridor. Hermione stomped her foot and muttered something incoherent. She turned to Draco. She was in her determination mood, and getting lost wasn't on her agenda.
Draco raised a blonde eyebrow quizzically, silently asking her to explain her current mood.
"What?" She snapped.
Draco just chuckled, shaking his head. He walked over to her, embracing her tightly, kissing the top of her head.
"Draco.." She scolded.
"What..." He mumbled into her hair.
"Not now, we have to get out of here!"
"I haven't held you in such a long while, you expect me to just leave you alone?"
"Noo..but some cooperation maybe?"
"Fine.." He acquiesced.
Hermione grinned and took his hand in hers leading him down a random corridor.
"Do you even know where your going?"
"Does it matter if I do? It's not like you do."
"How do you know I don't? You never asked." He challenged her.
"So you do know how?"
"I don't know, ask me."
"Your impossible," She sighed, "Do you know how to get out of here?"
"Maybe. Let's test my knowledge." Draco smirked, and led her through many hallways, twisting and turning. Hermione almost had to jog to keep up with his long stride.
"Where are we going? And slow down..I'm almost running back here!" Hermione complained.
Draco turned around and looked down at Hermione with a mischievous grin. He leaned down, and placed his lips at her ear.
Oh god, not again. More lovey dovey stuff. I love the man, but this has got to stop. We need to get out of here!
"Careful love," He whispered. Draco leaned down further, picked her up at her knees, and slung her buoyant body over his shoulder. He kept a firm grip on her legs, which were hanging near his face.
"Dracooo!" She squealed. She made her hands into fists and started hitting Draco as hard as she could in her current position. Draco just kept walking, her fighting was no match for Draco's strong back, which was immune to most small injuries like this. All because of his father..of course.
"Your not coming down, so might as well stop," He smirked.
"But Dracooo..." She whined, "I wanna help. I'm not gonna be able to help if I'm slung over your shoulder like this!"
"I don't want you to help. You've been sitting in a cell with no food and water for a few horrid weeks. Rest yourself, I'll do all the work."
"Awww..how sweet. Now let me down!" She cried.
Draco just shook his head and kept walking towards the end of the hallway.
After a few minutes he heard silence. He looked over his shoulder and saw Hermione had fallen asleep. Her cheeks were flushed from the amount of blood rushing towards her head. 'Better get her down' He took her off his shoulder and placed her in front of him, carrying her bridal style. It was easier for him and her this way.
They reached the end of the corridor pretty soon. Draco looked around, and seeing nobody, including house elves, he tapped the wall three times. A portrait appeared.
"May I be of service, Mister Malfoy?" The portrait sneered. He looked down at Hermione and cringed. He probably knew from instinct that she was muggle born.
"Yes, I was wondering if you could open the door for me. My mother is expecting me in the tea room, and she wanted me to bring this prisoner. Do you mind?" Draco lied expertly.
"Your bringing a muggle born into the house?"
"My mother wants to see if she's capable for working. She took a liking to her," Draco cringed inwardly. No one was going to make his Hermione work. Especially his mother.
"They're going to use muggleborns as slaves now? I say, they must be coming to they're senses. There never was much use for them anyhow..."
"Are you going to let me in?" Draco asked impatiently.
"Yes, very well. Off you go, and make sure you bring her back. I don't want your father ripping me up just 'cause your useless arse couldn't bring the filth where it belonged."
Draco sighed and shook his head.
"And is she...alright? She doesn't seem healthy enough to work.." The portrait asked curiously.
"Is that any of your business, being a portrait and all?"
The man looked taken aback, and just opened the door, revealing a staircase. Draco walked in, careful to mind his head, since he was at a considerably large height for the small ceiling. Damn oldies, must have been real short if you ask me.
He reached the top of the staircase, and looked around. He didn't see any house elves. He placed Hermione on her feet, grabbing her around the waist so she wouldn't fall down.
"'Mione..." He whispered in her ear.
He felt her head turn. He looked down and saw her smiling slightly.
"We're out of the dungeon. I'm going to apparate us over to Dumbledore's office."
"You already got your license? But I thought your birthday wasn't for another few months..."
"My father is the Dark Lord's right hand man. Do you think he would allow his son to be without an apparating license?" Draco smirked arrogantly.
"Noo..but isn't it against the law? Won't you get splinched? I don't want you going to Azkaban for something your not responsible for!"
Draco groaned. "If anyone gets sent to Azkaban, it will be my father. He's commited more crimes than probably Voledmort himself. Love, we really don't have the time for this kind of argument at the moment. "
Hermione sighed. "I suppose your right. How 'bout it then?"
Draco smiled for the first time in weeks. He would get to go home, to his real home, not some place of residence, and he would be returning with Hermione safe in his arms. His father wouldn't be able to get to him, unless he requested it through Dumbledore. Not that Dumbledore would allow it, but nonetheless, one could never be too sure.
He walked over to Hermione, wrapping one arm around her waist. He took her hand with his free hand, and visualized Dumbledore's office. They apparated in a few seconds, appearing in the middle of his office. Draco looked to his left, Hermione still in his arms, and saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk, smiling, with the Daily Prophet in one hand.
"Ah, I see you made it back Mister Malfoy. And you brought Miss Granger back safely."
Draco just nodded, taking a seat in front of him. Hermione followed suit, and they held each other's hand as they talked with Dumbledore.
"Mister Malfoy, I understand that you wanted to do this alone, but you should have informed another Professor, or perhaps myself, and we would have helped you. I see Miss Granger isn't exactly in the greatest conditions. I assume she wasn't fed?" Dumbledore asked.
Draco nodded solemnly. Hermione just sat wide eyed as she listened to Dumbledore speak.
"My point exactly. Dear boy, we could have prevented this, if only you would have told us. Not everything can be done on your own. Now, I've heard from Severus that you've gotten the Dark Mark. Am I correct in assuming so?"
"Professor Snape was there?" Draco questioned.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Yes, I did receive my mark. There wasn't anything I could do Professor! My father threatened to hurt me or my mother if I didn't agree with what he had to say! You have to understand Headmaster!" Draco cried hysterically.
Dumbledore nodded. "I completely understand Draco. I just need you to inform me from now on if anything is sent from your father to this school. It could be jinxed or something of that matter, and we would like to know ahead of time if you or the school will be undergoing attack. Now, you must be needing some rest. Why don't you head back to your dormitories, and we could continue this discussion another day."
Draco nodded. He helped Hermione up, and slipped his arm around her waist, leading her out of the office. He brought them over to their dormitory, and the walked into the common room. They just stood in the middle of the room, embraced in each other's arms.
Hermione sighed. She hadn't felt this content in months. That dungeon had kept her from Draco, and that had been two weeks of hell. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling his musky aroma. She was so happy to just be back in his arms. She may look tired, but inside she was in pure utopia now that she was back with Draco.
Draco looked down at Hermione and was marveled at her beauty, even though she spent the past two weeks in a dungeon cell. Her hair was everywhere, coarse from not being washed. Her face was slightly flushed in happiness. There was an elegant smile grazing her lips, giving her a sophisticated look. He saw her look up, and she blushed. He smiled lightly. He leaned down, pecking her lips lovingly. He then placed a kiss on her forehead, and swayed back in forth with her in his arms.
"I haven't felt this happy in such a long time," Hermione mumbled into his chest.
He chuckled. "I'm just glad to have you back in my arms in one piece. We have the rest of our lives to be with each other."
"The rest of our lives.." Hermione reiterated.
"Yes, I hope that's alright with you," He smiled, looking down at her. He winked, and chuckled softly. "I didn't mean to scare you, I just said what I thought."
"That sounds lovely. B-but the war and everything Draco. Please tell me we won't separate even if not everything goes our way."
"What do you mean? We have everybody's help. Everything will go our way." He stated firmly.
"Draco, you may believe that. But fate has it's reason, and it's not always wise to mess with fate."
"What are you saying? You think we won't last?"
"No! I think we're perfectly capable of lasting..it's just that, I don't know. After being kidnaped my brain just doesn't work right.." She giggled.
"Ah, there's my giggle. I can't believe I haven't touched you in so long. It was getting unbearable."
"Draco..."
"Honestly, that's not some sexual reference. I missed you baby." He whispered in her ear.
Hermione blushed and looked away, embarrassed.
"Hey..," Draco whispered, "Look at me." He moved her face with his index finger.
Hermione looked into his eyes and couldn't help but smile. She blushed again and leaned her had on his chest.
"Hermione, don't dwell on what just happened. I just want you to focus on getting better and getting through classes..Oh god, classes.." He muttered.
Hermione giggled. "Don't complain. If it wasn't for classes, then we would still be stuck fighting your bloody father. Be grateful we're the fortunate prisoners who have got a place to escape to, where he won't be able to touch us."
"Why would I want my father to touch me?" Draco retorted disgustedly.
"Oh Draco, you just have to turn everything into some sexual reference, don't you? It was just a comment. But remember this, you're his son and you received your good looks from him and your mother."
"Dashingly? What are we in, the nineteenth century?" He smirked, chuckling softly.
"Don't make fun of my language. At least I wasn't raised to speak like that. I learned it on my own."
"Oh, so we're going back to that?" He asked jokingly.
"You know what I meant," She mumbled, embarrassed.
Draco sighed exasperated. He shook his head mockingly and kissed her forehead. "I think we've had enough for one night, don't ya think? Maybe some sleep and we'll be back to our normal selves. Saving a damsel in distress is always tough work," He sighed.
"Most definitely Draco." She replied sarcastically.
"Hey, it's late. Don't make fun."
"Just go to sleep."
"What, you're my mother now?"
"Draco..."
"'Night love," He whispered, kissing her temple. He then disappeared into his room.
Hermione sighed dreamily and made her way towards her room.
Draco awoke the next day slightly rested. He got dressed quickly and headed down towards the Slytherin common room. He decided to go pay Blaise a visit. This could be fun...
He reached the portrait, muttered the password, and stepped in. He looked around the common room, and saw that not many people were up. He furrowed his brows in confusion. It was Monday, so where was everybody?
He walked over to boy's dormitories and peeked his head in. He saw that the curtains were drawn on three out of the four beds. He looked towards the last one, and saw not one, but two bodies in the bed. He chuckled to himself and walked over to the bed.
He placed his mouth near Blaise's ear. "GET UP FUCKER. THIS IS YOUR WAKE UP CALL."
He ran back just as Blaise started thrashing around in confusion. He looked over at Draco groggily and smirked. "Nice one..but if you don't mind..." Blaise motioned towards the sleeping girl. Damn, he must have worked her.
Draco just chuckled.
"Hey fucker, didn't you get like kidnaped or something.." Blaise trailed off.
Draco doubled over in laughter. "Hermione got kidnaped. I was forced to get the Dark Mark against my own will."
"You got your fucking mark?"
"Yea, we went over this like, thousands of times. Get it through your thick skull. I'm..a...death..eater.." He said slowly.
Blaise just stared at him confusedly. "Whatever man, I have no clue what you just said. Take all that, and move your chatty ass out of this room. What the hell is your problem, man? Waking me up at like...fucking six o'clock in the morning. Who do you think you are?"
Draco laughed. "Don't we have classes?"
"Fucker, its like the second week into vacation. Your screwed on wrong. Have Granger help you with that one man..I don't swing that way. Psh.." He scoffed.
"How much longer are we on vacation?"
"How long have you been going to this fucking school? Seven years? We're on vacation for about a month or something. I don't know. Just..ugh, it's early. This is an ungodly hour for me. LEAVE!" He yelled, waking up the girl in the process.
Blaise looked over. "Hey Mary. Just go back to sleep. No, everything is fine. Nope, just a visitor. No, you don't know him. Just let it go, for fucks sake."
Draco laughed silently in the corner.
"Shut the hell up fucker. I'll see you later," Blaise turned over so his back was facing Draco, and soon fell asleep.
Draco took the hint and left, walking back to his common room. Hermione was probably awake. She wasn't much of sleeping person, from the impression he got. She probably never slept in. She was always on time to classes, and from what he saw, she was always the first one in the hall. Not that he was one to get up early..he thought Blaise's technique was more appealing. Punctuality just wasn't his strong point, especially when it came to missing classes. Ah..the good old days, 'till Hermione came and showed him how to be on time. Damn, his girl was rubbing off on him. Needless to say, it was actually doing him some good. Maybe he would beat Hermione in marks this year.
Psh...when his father announced his undying love for muggleborns..thats when.
He walked through the portrait hole, and didn't hear anything. He assumed Hermione was still sleeping. He decided to go..have some fun..if that's what you would call it.
He walked into her room, and plopped himself onto the bed. He scooted over next to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He placed his lips at her ear.
"Hermione..." He whispered.
She turned in her sleep, and was now facing him.
"Hermione..."
She just kept on sleeping.
"I'm apologizing ahead of time love," He whispered.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
"HERMIONE ANN GRANGER, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" He screamed. He detached himself from her and stood up to admire his work. He was on a roll today.
Hermione thrashed around a bit, falling on the floor in the process.
He chuckled, and walked over to her. He helped her up, and embraced her tightly.
Hermione was still a bit fogged from sleeping, and looked up to see her boyfriend smirking mischievously at her.
"What the hell is your problem? I was sleeping!" She groaned. She squirmed to get out of his arms, but he held a tight grip on her.
"I was just having some fun..." He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head.
"Some fun at six in the morning!" She cried.
"Look, I didn't mean to make you mad! I was just being playful..." He muttered.
"Draco, I didn't mean to offend you, I was just..and it's early..and..don't ever wake me up this early and in that manner ever again, or I won't hesitate to castrate you."
"But I thought you wanted my children?" He pouted.
"Honestly..men.." She scoffed.
He chuckled, and wrapped his arm around her waist. He brought her closer to him and kissed her temple lovingly. She sighed tiredly, and leaned her full weight against, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"As much as I would love to hold you, I myself am tired. Do you know what it's like to wake up thinking you have classes, and then find out from your best friend, who by the way was just finished shagging a girl, that there isn't classes? Honestly, you would think I'd know.."
Hermione giggled. "Why did you wake my up then?"
"You're my girlfriend, you had to suffer with me. It's the rule."
"Haven't I suffered enough?" She giggled.
Her giggles terminated when she saw his eyes glaze over with rage.
"Draco, I didn't mean..please baby, you know I would never imply that. Oh Draco, I know it's not your fault!"
"Just don't bring that up."
"Draco, I didn't mean to imply that it was your fault. Please, I just meant it jokingly." She walked over to him and sat on his lap. She draped her arms around his neck and kissed all over his face. She started giggling to herself, and gave him a small peck on the lips.
Draco looked up at her and couldn't help but crack a smile. She was just so innocent that it made him smile. She acted as if she didn't know what she was doing. In some ways, it made her seem like an air head. But he knew her way better than that.
"So, you forgive me now?"
"It's not like you did anything..I'm just still a bit mad at my father."
"A bit must be an understatement." She giggled.
"How do you know me so well?"
Hermione shrugged.
"Maybe I'm just hopelessly in love with you."
A/N: All I'm asking is that you be generous enough to leave me reviews! I am a bit disheartened to say that I got about 9 or 10 reviews for this chapter..when i usually get 15-20. so please..help a poor soul?