Chapter 33
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world obviously belongs to JK Rowling and not me. Obviously.
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The Deathly Hallows? Leila squinted at Lovegood in confusion. She had never heard the term before and from the looks that were on the others' faces, they hadn't either, unless the Gurdyroot infusion was getting to them. The five teenagers looked between themselves in confusion as Lovegood slurped his own mug of Gurdyroot infusion in the silence. They were unsure how to proceed, but it was Draco who broke the silence first.
"The Deathly Hallows?" Draco questioned.
"Yes, yes, the Deathly Hallows. I assume you're all familiar with 'The Tale of the Three Brothers?'" Lovegood answered.
"Yes," Hermione and Ron responded.
"No," Leila and Harry said.
"It's in Granger's book," Draco commented.
"Hang on a minute, how do you know that?" Ron asked.
"I was reading through it the other night," Draco shrugged.
"What were you doing with Hermione's book?" Ron questioned as he narrowed his eyes at Draco.
"I left it out on the table, so never mind why he had my book," Hermione groaned.
Hermione then reached for her beaded bag, which was swung around her shoulder, as Ron continued to glare at Draco. The Tales of Beedle the Bard was soon out of the bag and in Hermione's hands. Leila, who was seated on the sofa beside Hermione, inched closer to her friend to get a better look at what they were talking about. Hermione opened her book up to the story of The Three Brothers.
"It's right here," Hermione said.
"What's it about?" Leila asked.
"Well, there's no real reason to continue unless you're all familiar with the tale. Why don't you read it aloud, Miss…" Lovegood began.
"Granger, sir," Hermione responded.
"Well, go on then," Lovegood insisted.
"Er…all right," Hermione gave in nervously.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably with the book in her hands before clearing her throat so she could read. Leila who was still seated beside Hermione looked over her shoulder and read along with her.
There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, winding road at twilight.
"Midnight. Mum always said midnight," Ron interrupted.
Both Hermione and Draco looked at Ron in annoyance.
"What difference does it make, Weasley?" Draco questioned.
"Just seemed a bit spookier if it's midnight," Ron answered.
"Because that's exactly what we need," Draco scoffed.
"Boys," Leila reprimanded.
The boys muttered an apology as Draco cast his glance to floor while Ron looked at Hermione as if attempting to apologize, but she shook her head and rolled her eyes. Lovegood did not seem to be paying any attention to the tension before him. Instead, he was standing by the window, gazing out of it.
"But, twilight's fine. Better actually," Ron said attempting to appease Hermione.
"Really?" Hermione muttered.
"What?" Ron questioned.
"Go on, Hermione," Harry insisted.
Hermione shook her head once more and continued to read aloud as Leila read over her shoulder.
In time, the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass. However, these brothers were learned in the magical arts, and so they simply waved their wands and made a bridge appear. They were halfway across it when they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. It was Death who spoke to them. He felt cheated, for travelers usually drowned in the river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic and said they each had earned a wish for their cleverness.
So, the oldest brother, who was a combative man, asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. A wand that must always win duels for its owner, a wand worthy of a wizard who had conquered Death! So Death fashioned one from an elder tree on the banks of the river and gave it to the oldest brother.
Then the second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided he wanted to humiliate Death still further. He asked for the power to recall others from Death. So Death plucked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, and told him that the stone would have the power to bring back the dead.
Finally, Death turned to the third brother. A humble man, and the wisest of the brothers, he did not trust Death. So he asked for something that would make him disappear and enable him to forth from that place without being followed by Death. And so it was that Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.
"Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry questioned.
"Of course he does, he's got to have some way to sneak up on people. He can't always run around at people flapping his arms and shrieking at them," Ron answered, flapping his own arms to demonstrate.
"Show us again, Weasley. I didn't catch how it's done," Draco smirked.
"Sod off, Malfoy…sorry, Hermione," Ron said.
The Death stepped aside and allowed the three brothers to continue, and they did so, talking with wonder of the adventure they had had, and admiring Death's gifts. In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.
The first brother traveled to a distant village where he sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally, with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor, the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he loudly bragged of his invincibility. But that very night, another wizard crept upon him as he lay sleeping. The thief took the Elder Wand and slit the brother's throat for good measure. And so Death took the first brother for his own.
Meanwhile, the second brother journeyed to his home, where he took out the stone and turned it thrice in hand. To his amazement and his delight, the figure of the girl he had once hoped to marry, before her untimely death, appeared before him. Yet soon she turned sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil, for she did not belong in the mortal world. Driven mad with hopeless longing, the second brother killed himself so as to join her. And so Death took the second brother.
As for the third brother, Death searched for many years but was never able to find him. Only when he had attained a great age did the youngest brother shed the Cloak of Invisibility and gave it to his son. He then greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, departing this life as equals.
Leila backed away from Hermione's shoulder as the older girl closed the book shut. The teenagers mulled over what they had read for a few moments, and it took those few moments before Lovegood seemed to realize that Hermione had stopped reading. He squinted outside once more before he shook his head and turned around to face the teenagers.
"Well, there you are. Those are the Deathly Hallows," Lovegood commented.
"Sorry, I still don't really understand," Harry said.
Lovegood turned around and motioned Harry over to the table where he reached for a quill and parchment. Harry stood up and walked over followed by Draco, Leila, Hermione, and Ron.
"The Elder Wand."
The older disheveled man drew a straight vertical line on the parchment.
"The Resurrection Stone."
He then added a circle on top of the line.
"The Cloak of Invisibility."
His final figure enclosed both the line and the circle inside a triangle. The symbol was exactly the one that was found in the book as well as in Dumbledore's letter. They stared intently at the symbol as Lovegood set the quill down and stepped away from the parchment so they could get a better look at it.
"Together, they make the Deathly Hallows," Lovegood said.
"But there was no mention of these so-called Deathly Hallows in the story," Draco added.
"Well of course not, it's just a children's tale. But those of us who understand these matters recognize that the ancient story refers to the three objects, or Hallows," Lovegood said smugly.
"Then what's the purpose of the Hallows?" Leila asked.
"The Hallows, if ever united, together make one master of Death," Lovegood smiled.
"When you say 'master of Death'…" Ron said.
"Master, Conqueror, Vanquisher, whichever term you prefer," Lovegood said waving his hand in the air as if the argument was of a pointless nature.
"You can't mean that you believe these objects—these Hallows—actually exist," Hermione scoffed.
"Of course I do. My Luna has told me all about you Miss Granger. You're not unintelligent, but limited and close-minded," Lovegood responded.
"Excuse me?" Hermione scoffed again.
Lovegood walked away muttering something about Luna and Plimpies while Draco walked over to Leila. He reached to grab her hand, but, still upset with him, she quickly withdrew her hand from his. Not completely surprised by Leila's reaction, Draco nodded his head and shoved his hands in the pockets of the jeans he had borrowed from Ron. Hermione continued to question Lovegood while Draco engaged Leila in their own conversation.
"He's a nutter," Draco said.
"You said the same thing about my brother if I recall correctly," Leila snipped.
"And I have apologized for that many times," Draco retorted.
"You can't go around calling people names, especially when you don't really know them," Leila said folding her arms across her chest.
"You don't really know him either, but from the way he's acting, I know you think the same. You're just acting like this because you're pissed at me for something that is completely unreasonable," Draco continued.
"If I'm so unreasonable then maybe you should just leave," Leila responded.
"No," Draco answered.
"Why not?" Leila hissed.
"You're being immature, childish, and irrational. I'm not discussing this when you're acting this way," Draco stated.
"Don't act like you're better than me," Leila furthered.
"Leila," Draco groaned.
"What?" Leila sneered.
"Where is this coming from?" Draco asked.
"Pretend like you don't know," Leila scoffed.
"I honestly don't understand," Draco reiterated.
Harry walked over to the arguing couple and glared at each of them.
"Knock it off, both of you. We need to present a united front to Lovegood and you two arguing isn't going to help things. I'm not going to remind you again," Harry hissed.
"Fine," Leila muttered.
Draco remained silent as Harry ushered his sister back to the conversation with Lovegood. Hermione was standing before Lovegood looking at him questioningly, while Ron stood beside her; both of them engaged in conversation with Lovegood. Leila stood between Harry and Ron while Draco cautiously stood behind Leila.
"Sorry, 'bout that," Harry interrupted
"Yes, well as I was saying, the trail of the Elder Wand has gone cold," Lovegood responded.
"Mr. Lovegood, does the Peverell family have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?" Hermione asked.
"But you have been misleading me, Miss Granger: I thought you were new to the Hallows Quest! Us Questers believe that the Peverells have everything to do with the Hallows!" Lovegood said as he placed himself in a chair rather rigidly.
"Who are the Peverells?" Ron asked.
"It was the name on…" Hermione began.
"A grave in Godric's Hollow. Ignotus, I believe," Draco interrupted.
"I must confess myself surprised at your knowledge, Mr. Malfoy, given who your father is," Lovegood began as he stood back up and walked over to where Draco stood.
"I'm not talking about him," Draco spat.
"My Luna's told me all about you too. And your…situation," Lovegood said slowly.
"You don't know me or anything about me," Draco said, trying to keep his emotions in check.
"Don't I?" Lovegood continued standing eye to eye with Draco.
Draco shifted uncomfortably, trying to remain civil even when his automatic response would be to rush to defense: whether with words or with a wand when attacked. Lovegood raised his eyebrows at Draco before taking a step back and running his fingers through his hair.
"But back to Ignotus: he and his brothers Cadmus and Antioch are thought to be original owners of the Hallows and therefore the inspirations for the story." Lovegood said. "Ah, but your tea's gone cold. Excuse me for a moment and I'll be right back with some more."
Lovegood quickly left the room and headed downstairs. Leila moved to the window Lovegood had been intently watching out with her arms folded across her chest.
"Let's get out of here once he's back. I'm not touching this stuff, hot or cold," Ron said.
"I agree with Weasley, something's not right," Draco added.
"Which one would you choose if you could?" Harry asked.
"What?" Leila asked as she turned back around.
"Of the Deathly Hallows, which one would you pick?" Harry asked again.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Hermione scoffed.
"The Wand," Ron answered.
"The Cloak," Hermione and Leila said.
"The Stone," Harry said.
"You're supposed to say the Cloak, but who wants to spend all day being invisible? Dead boring if you ask me; but an unbeatable wand…" Ron began.
"Its owner grew drunk with power and was murdered," Hermione said pointedly.
"Doesn't sound worth it to me," Leila responded.
"Yeah, but imagine what a short wicked life you'd be able to lead," Ron grinned.
Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron and looked to Harry.
"Why the Stone," Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Well, you could bring people back, couldn't you? Mad-Eye, Dumbledore, Sirius. Anybody," Harry shrugged.
"Like Mum and Dad?" Leila sighed.
"You can't tell me that you wouldn't," Harry said.
"No, I wouldn't. That kind of magic has to come with a price," Leila responded.
"It's all rubbish anyway, there's no such thing as the Deathly Hallows," Hermione interrupted.
"What about the Cloak, though?" Ron said. "As mental as Lovegood is, he's got a point. We've gotten so used to Harry's Cloak and how good it is. We've never once been spotted under it."
"Of course not—we're invisible, Ron," Hermione said rolling her eyes.
"Potter, when did you get your Cloak?" Draco asked.
"First year, but it was my dad's," Harry answered.
"Exactly my point! Charms wear off cloaks when they get old; they get ripped or get holes in them. Harry's is…perfect," Ron said.
A lull overcame the conversation and Leila took this as an opportunity to head upstairs. She had to admit she was curious about the place Luna lived. Leila headed up the stairs and Draco followed after her.
"Leave me alone, Draco," Leila groaned.
"No way in hell," Draco answered. "I don't trust him."
"So what if the man's paranoid, you would be too if you were in his situation," Leila said.
"You're not coming up here by yourself. If someone else comes up here then I'll leave, I promise," Draco responded.
Leila stopped on the stairs and looked back at him with her hands on her hips.
"Just don't hover," Leila said rolling her eyes.
Draco nodded as he continued following Leila up the stairs. Leila immediately stopped at the top of the stairs because the room screamed Luna. The decorated ceiling instantly caught her eye with the six painted faces: Leila, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. The word friends appeared over and over again. Leila felt a pang in her heart. Luna had always been the one person to believe that she hadn't betrayed Harry. Honestly, Luna always seemed to have a way of understanding what was really going on. Leila walked over to Luna's bed and sat down on it causing a cloud of dust to rise into the air. She reached for the photograph on the bedside table, but before she did she turned around to see Draco. His brow was furrowed.
"What's your problem?" Leila asked.
Draco walked over to the wardrobe and flung it open, there were no clothes in it. He ran his fingers through his hair before walking over to the window. He brushed a cobweb away and shook his head.
"She's not here," Draco muttered.
"I'm pretty sure your mother raised you not to mutter," Leila retorted.
"Now isn't the time for this, Leila," Draco said.
"Draco, you're not making any sense," Leila said.
"Come on, we're getting the others and getting out of here," Draco commanded.
He reached over and grabbed Leila by the arm despite her protesting. He dragged her down the stairs where Hermione, Ron, and Harry were giving them odd looks.
"I thought I told you two to stop arguing," Harry hissed.
"That's not what this is about Potter. We need to get out of here right now. Lovegood hasn't been in her room, and now that I think about it, the Lovegood name was mentioned at the last meeting I attended. She's not here and the man is up to something. I don't know how I could have overlooked this and let us come here," Draco responded.
"You're serious?" Harry asked.
"Dead serious," Draco answered.
At that moment, Lovegood reached the top of the stairs with the tray that held everything but the Gurdyroot infusion. Harry eyed the old man as he set the tray down on top of a pile on a table. Lovegood stood up straight and reached for a cup when Harry spoke up.
"Mr. Lovegood, where's Luna?" Harry asked.
"Excuse me?" Lovegood asked.
"Your daughter, where's your daughter," Draco interrupted.
"I—I've already told you lot. She's down at the Bottom Bridge, fishing for Plimpies," Lovegood explained.
"Then why don't you have a cup for her?" Draco furthered.
Lovegood struggled for words.
"I don't think she's been here since the before term started. Her clothes aren't here, her bed is covered in dust. And why do you keep looking out that bloody window!" Draco interrogated.
Lovegood struggled to keep it together, but his hands slammed down on the tray, causing several cups and saucers to shatter. He turned around to face Draco.
"You'd know all about that wouldn't you, Mr. Malfoy?" Lovegood said through gritted teeth.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco questioned.
"You're behind them taking my Luna. I know what you are," Lovegood hissed.
"You don't know a bloody thing," Draco hissed right back.
A loud bang interrupted them and Quibblers began to swirl around the room. Hermione and Leila both reached for the same copy and Leila gasped in horror of what she saw. The words Undesirable Number One with Harry's face and a reward money amount were plastered to the front page. Leila looked to Hermione with her eyes wide.
"Harry, you need to see this," Leila faltered.
Harry reached for the piece of parchment closest to him and crumpled it in his fist.
"The Quibbler's going for a new angle then?" Harry asked coldly.
"You three are my only hope," Lovegood whispered.
"Three?" Harry asked.
"Turn the page, Harry," Hermione commanded.
Leila was curious too, so she turned the page but she wasn't expecting what she saw. Not only did Harry have a reward over his head, but she and Draco also had bounties out on them. Leila dropped the paper and locked eyes with Draco once he too had read the second page of the Quibbler. Leila's stomach dropped upon realizing that she had dragged Draco into this mess and now he was a wanted man.
"What is this?" Harry questioned, shoving the paper in Lovegood's face.
"They were angry, you see, about what I'd been writing, so they took her. They took my Luna and I don't know where she is. But they might give her back if…I…" Lovegood began.
"Hand over Harry, Leila, and Malfoy?" Hermione finished.
"As much as I'd like to be rid of the ferret, no deal," Ron said.
"They will be here any moment," Lovegood stated.
"Who's going to be here?" Harry asked.
"He likely owled the Ministry when he went downstairs. We need to leave now," Draco answered.
"I must save my Luna, you cannot leave," Lovegood answered.
Lovegood stood with his arms in front of the staircase, barring them from leaving. The boys all drew their wands and aimed them at Lovegood.
"Don't make us hurt you," Ron said.
"Get out of the way, Mr. Lovegood," Harry commanded.
"We won't ask so nicely next time," Draco continued.
"I can't, I can't," Lovegood whimpered. "Please understand, it's for my Luna. She's all I have."
"Harry!" Leila screamed.
People flying on broomsticks whirred past the windows, distracting them all from Lovegood. In that moment, Lovegood drew his wand and aimed a Stunning Spell toward them. Draco was the quickest to respond and preformed a shield charm, protecting them all from Lovegood's spell; but the Stunner reflected off Draco's shield and soared for trouble: the Erumpent Horn. As soon as Draco realized where the stunner was headed, he released his shield because he wanted to redirect the stunner, but he wasn't fast enough. The thing exploded causing shards of wood, paper, and everything that was in the room to swirl across the room. The teenagers were trapped under the rubble, while Lovegood was knocked downstairs.
Leila coughed as she attempted to unbury herself from the pile of debris, but Draco was quick to his feet and moved to help Leila. She examined Draco as he threw shards off her. His head was cut and bleeding pretty badly. She let him help her off the floor and onto her feet. Looking around the room, everyone was bleeding somewhere; but the look of the cut on Draco's head made her cringe. It was bad. Downstairs, voices were taunting Lovegood.
"No…no…upstairs…Potter twins…Draco Malfoy…" Lovegood wheezed.
"You know we don't take well to useless information," a man growled.
"No, I beg you! They're upstairs, really!" Lovegood sobbed.
"From the looks of things, you only brought us here to blow us up," another man shouted.
Leila backed closer to Draco as Harry was helping Hermione finally get to her feet.
"I recognize the voices," Leila whispered.
"Travers and Selwyn. They're both…" Draco began.
"Death Eaters," Leila choked. "If you're caught, Draco…"
"Sh!" Draco shushed her.
"I swear! I swear on my wife's grave, they're upstairs!" Lovegood shouted.
"Homenum revelio," said one of the men.
Draco swore under his breath, Leila clung tighter to him, and Hermione gasped. The three of them knew right then and there than they had been found out.
'There's someone up there all right, Selwyn," Travers said.
"It's them! It's them, I tell you! All three of them: Harry Potter, Leila Potter, and Draco Malfoy! Please, just give me my Luna. Let me have my Luna back," Lovegood sobbed.
"Bring them down here then and you can have your little girl, Lovegood. But if this is some sort of ambush, know that you will never see your girl alive and you'll be lucky to ever see a single remain," Selwyn said.
Lovegood could be heard wailing from downstairs. Draco carefully led Leila over the debris to where Hermione stood with Harry and Ron.
"We've got to get out of here now," Draco said.
They all looked to the stairs where debris was piled up and blocking the entrance, but it would only be a matter of minutes before Lovegood made it through. Hermione looked back and forth to the blocked entrance and Harry and Leila. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath.
"Harry, Leila, do you trust me?" Hermione asked.
"Of course," Leila answered.
"Yeah," Harry agreed.
"Malfoy, I know you have no reason to…" Hermione began.
"If it'll get us out of here, then fine," Draco interrupted.
"Okay then, Harry I need your Invisibility Cloak. Ron you're going to put it on," Hermione whispered.
"But I don't have a bounty over my head!" Ron argued.
"Please, just do it. Harry, hold tightly on to my hand and Leila's. Ron grab my shoulder and Malfoy hold onto Leila's hand," Hermione commanded.
They all quickly went through with Hermione's plan. Leila quickly entwined her fingers through Draco's and Harry's. Draco leaned over to whisper in Leila's ear.
"Leila, if something goes wrong…" Draco began.
"Don't talk like that," Leila whimpered.
"No, you need to know that I love you," Draco whispered.
He quickly kissed Leila's temple as Lovegood's face appeared. Hermione obliviated the man's memory before pointing her wand at the floor beneath them. She blasted a hole through the floor, causing them all to fall through it. The two Death Eaters looked at them: dumbfounded as, all of a sudden, they twisted and Diapparated away. With a thump, the teenagers hit the ground hard. Before Leila could even stand up, Hermione was already putting the wards up. Leila looked at Draco, who lay motionless on the ground.
"Draco!" Leila whispered.
Leila shook him, but he wouldn't wake. So she moved his head onto her lap when he slowly began to blink.
"Where are we?" Draco asked weakly.
"Safe," Leila whispered.
She placed a kiss on his forehead and attempted to brush away his hair from his eyes. Harry and Ron walked over to where Draco and Leila were on the ground. Leila cradled Draco's head as he attempted to stand up.
"I feel like a hippogriff is sitting on my head," Draco groaned.
"You'd know all about getting attacked by hippogriffs," Ron muttered.
"Ron," Leila hissed.
"It was just a joke," Ron groaned.
"A terrible one, Weasley," Draco mumbled.
"Ron, let's get going on the tent," Harry suggested.
"Yeah, all right," Ron agreed.
Harry walked over to Hermione's beaded bag and pulled out the tent. He and Ron set out to put it together while Hermione finished putting up the wards. When the tent was up, Harry and Ron left to find some water while Hermione walked into the tent. Draco moved to go in the tent with the others, when Leila reached for his arm to hold him back.
"I think we need to talk," Leila said calmly.
"Leila, I'm exhausted and not in the mood to continue to argue with you," Draco sighed.
"I—I don't want to fight. I—I just wanted to tell you that I was—was wrong to snap at you. I'm sorry," Leila responded.
"Its fine," Draco shrugged.
"No, no it's not," Leila said tearfully.
Leila then flung her arms around Draco's neck, burying her face in his wrinkled shirt, before she began to cry. For a moment Draco stared at her awkwardly, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He then gently wrapped his arms around Leila as she pulled herself closer to him. For a few moments, Draco just let Leila hold onto him and cry. Harry and Ron walked back with a pail of water. They stopped at the entrance to the tent, but Harry pushed Ron inside. Harry made a signal that he was watching them by pointing to his eyes, then to the couple, and back to his eyes again. Draco nodded his head as Harry stepped inside the tent as well.
"Leila," Draco whispered.
"I could've lost you and I was being completely mental," Leila sobbed.
"Leila, I'm still here and we're both safe," Draco said.
"I was just upset more at myself. I mean, I forced you to come with…" Leila began.
"Because I'm clearly incapable of making decisions for myself," Draco chuckled.
"But they're all to please me," Leila sighed.
"Am I here for you? Yes and for that I owe you my life; but you already know that I was nothing more than a pawn to the Dark Lord. It just took me a while to figure out what I was supposed to do. I'm sorry I'm not as quick to choose the right thing as you are. I wasn't brought up to think that way, so I'm hesitant to do so. My moral compass is more directionally challenged than yours, so it takes a little longer for me to figure it out," Draco explained.
"Do you regret coming with us?" Leila asked.
"No, it's the first right decision I think I've made in a while," Draco whispered.
"Oh, I love you. I hate it when I act like a nutter, especially around you," Leila said.
"Eh, I'm used to it," Draco teased.
"Thanks," Leila said sarcastically.
"You know that I love you," Draco smiled.
"Don't know why sometimes," Leila commented.
"Because you're you: faults and all," Draco answered as he leaned his forehead on Leila's.
"I suppose I could say the same for you," Leila whispered.
"I thought it was my incredible good looks," Draco grinned.
"Nope," Leila quipped.
"Liar," Draco said raising his eyebrows. "You know you like this."
"Draco, are you going to kiss me or not?" Leila whined.
Draco chuckled before leaning in and kissing Leila. The kiss caused Leila to push herself onto her tippy toes to be closer to him. When the kiss ended, Leila went in for another one but Draco backed up and grinned.
"You never asked for seconds," Draco chuckled.
"Do I have to?" Leila asked cheekily.
"Never," Draco said huskily.
Leila pressed her lips against Draco once more as he picked her up off the ground. She entwined her fingers in his hair, when Harry called for them from the tent. They both groaned before Draco gently set Leila back on the ground. Leila took hold of Draco's arm and leaned her head against it as they walked back to the tent, to debrief with the others on what had happened at Lovegoods'.