A/n- Don't own it…
A/n- I had decided to take a break from fanfiction for about like three months, without telling you guys. Sorry, but I had no idea when I would be back up and writing again, so I didn't want to get your hopes up or anything. Right now, I'm not sure if I'm back permanently or not. But here's a chapter for you. Read and Review.
P.S.- "Bad Language" more than normal in this one.
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"Malfoy? Like Lucius Malfoy?" Draco saved at the last minute. Zack gave him a weird look.
Zack took a long time to say something. Finally, he said, "Who was that guy?"
"I don't know. He was just some creepy guy I-" but Zack cut him off.
"Stop lying to me. All the guys know you're hiding something. Just showing up and ruling the school. It's weird, Draco, it just is."
"I'm not lying," Draco said slowly. Zack gave him a sharp look. "And nobody asked you to butt into my personal business anyways." Draco hated people getting into his life and trying to control him, and right now Zack was really bothering him.
"You are lying, you just said you didn't know the man, so how could it be your business? Answer that one Draco, if that really is your real name," he countered.
Draco didn't know what to say. He had nothing to say. Zack was obviously on to him, by now. He did the only thing he could think of- he punched Zack in the face. He heard Zack's jaw crack as he made contact, and Zack fell hard onto the floor, clutching his face.
"Fuck!" Zack screamed, trying to find him wand. He raised it on Draco, slamming him into the wall, and Draco's wand flew out of his hand. No matter, Draco didn't need his wand. He raised his hand and nonverbally sent a stunning spell at Zack. It knocked him out and he slumped against the wall.
Draco stood transfixed for a minute, then grabbed Zack and dragged him onto his bed, cleaned and healed his jaw and face, and then rushed back to his bed. He shoved all of his things into his trunk then closed and locked it. He grabbed his wand off the ground and shrunk his trunk before pocketing it.
He walked casually down the steps so he would look normal. He could still feel the dark detector in his pocket. He couldn't find Hermione in the common room, even though it was almost empty, so he froze the girls' staircase and walked up them. He knocked on the door to the girls' dorm.
Surprisingly, Stasia answered the door. "Have you seen Zack?" she asked quickly, even before Draco could enter the room. He walked in, shrugging.
"No, I just got up here. Where's Hermione?" he asked, a quick glance around the room telling him she wasn't here.
"Looking for a quick shag tonight Draco?" she asked cunningly, and smirked at Draco. Draco laughed.
"Not exactly," he said, although he himself wouldn't mind a shag right now.
"She's in the shower…and now she's not," she said, hearing the door open. Hermione walked into the room, humming, before noticing Draco. She was in just a towel and squeaked when Draco saw her. He smirked.
"I didn't know we had guests," she said calmly before grabbing her clothes off her bed and going back into the bathroom. Draco arched his eyebrows at Stasia before going to sit on Hermione's bed. He waited a few minutes before Hermione re-entered the room.
"Stasia, could I have a minute alone with Hermione?" Draco asked and Stasia widened her eyes before getting up and leaving, shooting Draco a look as if saying 'Can't you do this in your room?'
When she left, Draco got up, locked the door, silenced the room so she couldn't hear them if she was listening, and then sat back down.
"We have to leave," he said, getting straight to the point, before Hermione could get any ideas about what Draco was doing silencing the room. "Leave this school, this decade if we can. As soon as possible."
Hermione looked shocked then it dawned on her. "Zack knows doesn't he?" she asked quickly, before getting up and packing her things. "How did he find out?" she asked as she rushed about the room, grabbing loose things.
Draco retold the story of the mysterious man showing up again and how Draco had fought Zack. He explained about the dark detector and how before they left he would be able to figure out if they were already in Voldemort's inner circle. "They may already know of the plan. They could already be informed," he added.
"No. That could affect the future. If your father knew they would risk losing you in the future…" Hermione countered.
"My mom is already pregnant with me, remember? That won't affect it. My father probably was informed about this plan in the future because they told him when he was a little kid or something. He might be in on it."
"No," Hermione contradicted him again, "they would leave you alone. If they knew about the plan they wouldn't try to hurt you. They'd be staying away, to avoid suspicion between you and Lucius. Death Eaters are cunning, they think about everything," she said. Draco sighed, looking around.
"Either way, we need to leave Hermione. Do anything we can to get ourselves out of here. We cannot be seen either. We must do everything to remain unseen and casual. People on the streets. Newcomers wherever we go. Not to be noticed. Can you handle this?" he asked. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Of course," she said before closing her trunk, locking it and shrinking it as well. She put her wand into her pocket.
"Appear normal. Let me do the talking to Stasia, alright? Then we'll swing by Dumbledore's office, check out the dance for the Slytherins, and then leave as soon as possible. Got it?" he asked and she nodded.
"Then let's go," he said, but stopped. "Wait… Have to make this look convincing," he said, before rounding on Hermione, smirking.
"Make what looked convincing?" she said, and then widened her eyes. "Get away…No!" she said, before jumping back against the wall. Draco advanced on her.
"Not like he haven't before, right Hermione?" he asked, before pushing his body against hers. He trailed his tongue over her cheek moving his lips down to her neck. He gave her small kisses, finally reaching her lips, and attaching his lips to hers. She moaned and pulled him closer. Draco smirked before sliding his tongue into Hermione's mouth.
Draco began to slide his hands up her top, feeling her pale skin. Hermione's intake of breath assured him he'd gotten her where she needed to be. (A/n- Hehe) He rested his hands on her butt as he led her back towards the bed, and finally she pushed him onto it.
She straddled him and they really got into it. Draco was about ready to take off her shirt when he realized what he was supposed to be doing right now. Hmm, a shag or escaping…For right now, Draco felt they should escape. Once Zack came too, there would be no way out without suspicious questions.
Hermione seemed to be thinking alone the same line. Either that or she had finally come to realize she was about to be at third base with Draco Malfoy. One of those. Either way, she had stopped kissing him. She just looked at him with her chocolate brown eyes, glazed over and out of focus.
"Ok… well I guess we should get going…" she said before standing up. She fixed her top and hair, leaving it only a little disheveled for suspicion purposes.
Draco was still lying on the bed where Hermione had left him. "Getting up?" she asked him, and he snapped out of his fantasies.
"Yea...right…good idea," he said and crossed the room, un-silenced the room, and walked out the door. Not surprisingly, Stasia was outside of the door with her ear against it. She fell into the doorway once Draco had swung it open. Draco laughed and stepped over her.
Stasia looked between Hermione and Draco before getting up. "What happened?" she asked quickly, following Draco and Hermione down the stairs. "Where are you going?"
"Curiosity killed the cat, Stasia," Draco replied back. Stasia snarled in response but continued to follow them.
"Where are you going?" she shouted as Draco and Hermione went out the portrait door and into the hallway. She was right behind them as they followed their way back down to the Dance, her nagging them the entire way.
Finally, Draco seemed to have taken enough from her. He rounded on her and glared at her. "Do you have a problem?" he asked. "It's none of your business, really."
"I'm Anastasia and-"
"I know your name thank you," he replied back.
"Draco-"
"And you know mine. That's Hermione," he said pointing towards Hermione. Hermione giggled. "And we," he said, pointing between himself and Hermione, "are going into the dance now. You don't need to follow; we don't need to be babysat."
Stasia looked shocked for about three seconds, and then she turned on her heel and strutted away, turning around only once to snarl at Draco, who returned with a smirk, and she was gone.
"She's annoying. How did you deal with her?" Hermione asked Draco scanned the dance floor for any sight of the Slytherin gang.
"I know a few ways to shut her up," he said cockily, not making eye contact with Hermione. Either way, she shrugged it off and continued to stare at the floor. There was no sign of green and silver robes, so the two left before they were spotted.
"Dumbledore's?" Hermione asked, and they were about to step forward, when A calm voice cut through the silenced air.
"Looking for me?" Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes twinkling in the dim light of the entrance hall.
"Oh, yes," Draco responded. "Something has come up, and I think we're going to have to go sir," he said, biting back a smirk. Dumbledore nodded calmly.
"I see. Well, here is something I'm sure you may find handy. How will you be traveling?" he asked. He then handed over a book, easily contained 400 pages, and Draco scowled at it.
"I'm not sure how. Brooms, perhaps?" he suggested, still staring at the large, tattered book. Hermione had taken it and was flipping through its pages.
"Brooms. Very well. There are a few in the shed by the pitch; I take it you know where that may be found. The book, of course, does not need to be returned. I have another copy." He gave them a smile and ushered them towards the door. "Do not want to be seen. If there any problems, I suggest you contact me using this," he said, handing over another small object.
It was quite peculiar. The object itself was hung on a chain, and seemed to be like a crystal clear rock, with small flames dancing inside it. Draco did not see how this necklace type thing could help them. "How does this…er…thing, work?" Draco asked quizzically.
"Just speak through the stone. The flames represent a fire, like using floo powder and a fire and only your head to contact a person. I have the other one," he said, pulling a similar stone out of his pocket. "I have only two, so the message will not be intercepted."
Draco nodded and Hermione grabbed the stone from Draco and put it around her neck. Draco scowled. "Well, off you go," Dumbledore said, and they reached for the door handle. As they headed out, Draco could swear Dumbledore muttered "Good luck," before closing the big oak doors, leaving them outside the castle for the last time.
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A/n- Sorry about the wait. Any reviews would be awesome.
Krista
