Death Threats from The-Boy-Who-Lived
The Riddle limo arrived at the Riddle manor a short while later, a Draco found himself gaping in awe of the gigantic estate. He knew that Malfoy Manor was rather large for houses in the wizarding world, but Riddle Manor was surprisingly overwhelming.
"I never knew this was your father's house. I've always seen it and wondered who it belonged to," he said, rather cordially.
"We have another house in Godric's hollow that was our Grandmother's, but father refuses to restore it," Hermione replied sweetly.
Draco took the time to study the changes that he had noticed in the dance hall, her hair was now a soft black with soft waves, there wasn't anymore bushiness to it at all, her body was well shaped, curves in the right spots, and he noticed she had sprouted a couple inches, and she had filled out with just the right amount of muscle, she no longer looked gangly and figureless. It was clear to Draco that she had used a glamour charm on her hair to change the color, to that honey brown.
"I hope you enjoyed that mate, because you will never get to look at my sister like that again," Vulcan warned as Hermione exited the vehicle.
He wasn't sure what to say to that, he knew if he was his usual smart ass self, chances were he would lose his life for insulting the children of the dark lord, so for the sake of his life, he kept his mouth shut for once. He got out of the car and followed Vulcan and Hermione into the house, where Amelia Riddle met them at the door. "Darling, how was your session?" She asked Hermione, with a bright smile on her face.
"It could have been better if that clumsy cad hadn't been sent by father to look after me, in case The-Boy-Who-Is-Lost-Without-Me decided he could organize an effective attack upon us." She said in a bitter sweet tone.
"I shall have a word with him over the Malfoy negotiations, but please, go get dressed for supper; we are in fact expecting company, Vulcan, you too darling. And show young Malfoy to the guest room will you?" Mrs. Riddle inquired after her son as he hugged her and followed Hermione up the stairs.
"Of course I will mother. Has father returned home yet?" Vulcan questioned, sounding slightly worried over his father's prolonged absence.
"No, but I spoke with him a bit ago, he shall arrive home shortly, as will the Malfoy's, the Lestrange's, and Regulus Black, who has some news about The-Boy-Who-Was-Raised-In-The-Broom-Cupboard. Oh, and Severus will be joining us as well, so do be on your best behavior Son," Amelia explained to her son as she left the three teenagers to prepared for the evening meal.
"Aren't I always on my best behavior Mother?" Vulcan called, with jubilance ringing in his voice.
"I think she was referring to the flesh eating slugs that plagued her garden party a few days ago." Hermione accused raising her eye brows at her seemingly innocent brother. (Score: Hermione-1 Vulcan-0)
"Good God Hermione, it was a rhetorical question, everyone knows you are the smartest witch of our age, but you don't have to go bloody proving it every damn day! No wonder the Malfoy's can't stand being around you! I'm surprised Weasel face and The-Boy-Who-Has-No-Life-Outside-Of-Hogwarts can still stand to be friends with you, Bloody hell woman," Vulcan teased with malice. (Score: Hermione-1 Vulcan-1)
"At least I have something to show for my education, unlike you Vulcan, you couldn't even enter the Tri-Wizard Tournament," she snapped back, "Now I wonder if that's because you weren't smart enough to figure out away to get around the age line or if you just weren't good enough to be chosen by the Goblet of Fire," (Score: Hermione-3 Vulcan-1)
"I didn't see you with the courage to enter the tournament," he protested.
"That's because I knew father had it rigged for Harry to enter you dimwit," Hermione announced (Final score: Hermione-4 Vulcan-1). She entered her room and slammed the door in her brother's face.
"Bloody fucking mental that one is," he muttered to Draco as they continued down the corridor.
"Now I know where she gets her foulness from when we go for a row or two," Draco chuckled.
"Yeah, she's vicious when she wants to be. Mum makes her tone it down for school though, makes her take personality altering potions and all, so Pothead and Weasel brain can't tell any different. I feel kind of sorry for her, she only gets to be herself when she's home for the holidays," Vulcan confided in Draco.
"So what is the real Granger like then? I only see the book worm Gryffindor princess," Draco asked, giving in to his curiosity.
"That little row you just saw was nothing compared to what we usually go through when we have our little tussles. She's very vindictive and hateful, but I would be too if I had to go through what she goes through every school year, especially with you being such a sodding asshole to me like you have been to her." Vulcan explained. "I think you would like her if you got to know the real Hermione, just like I think that she would like you if she gave you a chance, that's why I told father to send you to look out for her, to prove your worth and all."
"VULCAN! HELP ME!" Hermione screamed from a few doors down, and Vulcan and Draco looked at each other and sprinted for Hermione's room, where they could see black smoke coming from underneath the door.
"MOTHER, GET OUT OF HERE, THEY ARE ATTACKING THE HOUSE!" Vulcan ordered to his mother who had just mounted the staircase.
"You keep your sister safe; I shall see you at the other house!" She called as she rounded all of the house guests up and gave them instructions on where they needed to go.
Vulcan and Draco burst into Hermione's room, to find it engulfed in smoke "Hermione, where are you?" Vulcan demanded looking for his sister's silhouette, anything that would lead him to her.
"Vulcan, Aurors, you have to get out of here! Please go, I can take care of myself!" Hermione said, as she rushed to shove her brother and Draco out of her room.
"No, I am not letting mother and father down! I can't leave without you!" Vulcan shouted grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of the room with them. They ran down the hall to the nearest closet to hide into, it was a slightly tight squeeze, but all three of them managed to fit in it.
"VOLDEMORT, I KNOW YOU ARE STILL HERE SOMEWHERE!" They heard someone roar, Hermione recognized that voice anywhere, it was Harry's "MARK MY WORDS, WHEN I FIND YOU AND YOUR LITTLE FAMILY I WILL KILL YOU ALL SLOWLY! I DON'T CARE WHO THEY ARE!"
"Harry, it looks like they have Hermione with them," Ron told him, as he handed Harry the picture of Hermione at the Riddle's summer house in France.
"Do you think that they kidnapped her?" Harry questioned. The three of them noticed that the voices where getting louder, and closer to the closet, they must have been standing right outside the door.
"What else would explain her withdrawing from the Order of the Phoenix, you and I both know she loved that more than anything," Ron reasoned. Hermione just rolled her eyes as she heard the two of them discussing what she really loved most in life.
'They don't having a sodding clue,' she thought menacingly.
"Search the house; I want this place turned up side down looking for clues on where they might have gone, and where they are hiding Hermione! Start on the first floor and make your way up, leave no room untouched!" Harry ordered all of the Aurors that had raided the house with them.
The trio hiding in the closet waited a few more minutes until they were sure that everyone had migrated downstairs to toss up those rooms first, and quickly and quietly made their way to another room in the western corridor. "We have to get the bloody hell out of here before they find us!" Hermione growled infuriated at how horribly her day was going.
"We better apparate to the house in Godric's hollow, then we can migrate to the safe house from there." Vulcan decided.
"Wait, I don't know what that house looks like," Draco admitted sheepishly.
"Oh bugger, hold my hand then," Hermione said irritated, as they left with a loud crack. Vulcan landed on the staircase, while Draco smashed Hermione into the floor, "Get off me you bloody wanker!" Hermione snarled as she forcefully shoved Malfoy off of her. He was surprised at how strong she actually was. He jumped up and actually offered her his hand to help her off of the ground. "Get away from me!"
"Look, I'm sorry about landing on you, I wasn't expecting to arrive so quickly," Draco apologized.
"Whatever, let's get the hell out of here, before someone comes to check out the noise," Hermione instructed as they gingerly picked their way through the debris of the collapsing house.
"Hermione, you could have given him a break, he did apologize, and try to help you up," Vulcan defended Draco.
"Where you there when we were in school? Did you get to see the way that prat treated me every time he saw me?" she demanded, showing that she was clearly the leader of the two. Vulcan shook his head in response, "I didn't think so, so let me enlighten you as to what your precious new friend called me everyday, I was nothing more that a filthy Mudblood, all because I couldn't tell the world the truth," Hermione screamed as they walked up the road through the town of Godric's hollow.
"Hermione, if I had known you were the dark lord's daughter there is no way in heel I would have treated you so horribly ok? Your father's plan to hide you two from the world worked, and you should be happy about that." Draco protested, trying to rationalize the situation a little.
"I know, that's what is so disturbing about this whole thing, is that you never bothered to give me a chance before judging me, just like Lucius, I bet he wishes he never spoke ill of me to my father," she said sarcastically, the belligerence dripping from her voice.
"Don't push her mate, just let her be for now," Vulcan advised as they made their way to another large house. Draco nodded, and then opened the door for the royal family of the Death Eaters.
Voldemort himself was waiting in the kitchen of the manor, and Hermione ran to his open arms when she saw him, and he hugged her fiercely. "Oh my daughter you returned to me safely," he whispered a tear running down his cheek. They broke away and Voldemort then turned to Vulcan and hugged his son tightly as well, "I'm proud of you son, keeping your sister safe such as you have. And young Malfoy, my thanks goes out to you as well." He took Draco's hand and shook it vigorously for a moment.
"It was nothing Lord," Draco muttered humbly.
"Father, they think that you kidnapped Hermione, and Potter is on a rampage, he attacked the house entering through Hermione's room." Vulcan informed Voldemort.
"I know, I am well aware, your mother flooed me as soon as she arrived in the French quarters. His Aurors are getting out of control, you three are just lucky that Allistor Moody was not among those who stormed the house." Voldemort explained as the three teenagers sat around the grand table with Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy. "That is why Lucius and I have decide that it would be best if you Vulcan were here with me, and I'm sending Hermione to stay with the Malfoy's for the rest of the summer."