Down on the Farm

Chapter 19: Voldie Time

Day 20: Thursday

Draco awoke the next morning feeling well rested. He looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7. He rolled over and tried to fall back asleep with little success. It was too early to go downstairs so he decided to take a shower. As he entered the bathroom he caught sight of his hair in the mirror, man he really needed that shower.

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Hermione was fast asleep when the sound of water running woke her up. She sighed and climbed out of bed. Glancing at her clock she saw that it was 7:15. Aw well, the early bird gets the worm right? She thought pulling on some clothes and heading downstairs to make breakfast for everyone.

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Wow, something smells amazing, Draco thought as he walked down the stairs after his shower. Upon entering the kitchen he saw that Hermione was cooking. "What are you making?" he asked.

"Biscuits and gravy, and sausage," Hermione answered looking at him for only a second, before turning back to the stove.

"It smells great," he complimented. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Yes actually, can you set the table for me?"

"No problem," Draco said walking over to the cabinet and grabbing plates. As he turned to go put them on the table he bumped into Hermione and lost his balance. CRASH! The plates shattered as they hit the ground. "I'm so sorry," Draco said. "I didn't mean to, why are you laughing?"

Hermione just continued to laugh.

"You think this is funny? I just ruined your Aunt's plates!" Draco shouted.

"It's... just that…. I did … that… exact same… thing…lat year," Hermione got out between bursts of laughter. She took a couple of deep breaths before continuing. "It's nothing really, she won't care. Just grab the broom and clean it up," Hermione then went back to cooking.

Draco got the broom and cleaned up the broken plates before getting more and setting the table.

"What's smells so good?" Drew asked as he walked into the kitchen accompanied by Nancy.

"Oh Hermione you didn't need to cook," Nancy said though she looked relieved that she didn't have to.

"It's no big deal, just go sit down it'll be done in a moment," Hermione told them, and they went and sat down at the table.

"Anything else I can do?" Draco asked.

"Nope, it's done," Hermione said dishing up the food and carrying it too the table.

"Smells delicious," Drew said.

"I just hope it tastes that good," Draco teased.

"Are you questioning my cooking abilities?" Hermione asked.

"Of course not," Draco said taking a bite. "Mmmm, that's good."

"I know, I'm an amazing cook," Hermione said arrogantly.

"That you are," Drew said before shoving more food in his mouth.

"You know it is possible to chew before swallowing," Nancy told him with a look of pure disgust on her face.

"Huh?" Drew answered making Hermione and Draco laugh.

"Never mind," she turned to Draco and Hermione, "What are you two doing today?"

"I dunno," Draco said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"I was thinking we could go miniature golfing," Hermione said.

"Oh that'll be fun," Nancy said.

"What's miniature golfing?" Draco asked.

"You hit a ball into a hole with a club," Hermione explained.

"Sounds a bit boring," Draco said.

"It's not, you'll like it," Hermione assured him.

"If you say so."

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"No, Draco this hole," Hermione said laughing.

"Not funny," Draco muttered.

"What was that?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing, nothing, just commenting on your hideously loud laughter," Draco informed her.

"Oh really? Did you mention anything about the fact that you just got a hole in one on the wrong green?" Hermione retorted.

"Nope, just said I got a hole in one," Draco said.

"Forgot the last part then?"

"Must have."

"That's cool," Hermione said taking her last shot. The game was over, Hermione 20, Draco 37.

"Wait I got the highest score! Does that mean I win?" Draco asked excitedly.

"No, the person with the lowest score wins," Hermione explained patiently.

"That's stupid. I demand a rematch!" he informed her.

"Fine by me."

They finished their second game with Hermione winning again.

"I beat you!" Draco cried.

"Draco, how many times do I have to tell you? The person with the lowest score wins!" Hermione wasn't too patient anymore.

"Stupid game anyway," Draco retorted.

"Let's go home and get some lunch," Hermione said.

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They decided on tacos for lunch, Draco's new favorite.

"This is so good!" Draco said as he finished his third taco.

"I'm glad you like it," Hermione said.

"Can I have another one?"

"Uh sure," Hermione got up to get him another taco.

"Yum," Draco said as he bit into it. Hermione was amazed at how much food he could eat. She could barely eat one.

Suddenly Draco's taco shell broke open and everything inside of it spilled onto his white shirt. "Shit," he said looking down at himself.

"Here give me your shirt," Hermione said holding out her hand.

Draco quickly pulled his shirt over his head and went to hand it to her. Hermione was once again shocked by his body. "Here," he said waving the shirt in front of her face.

"Oh yeah, I'll go throw it in the washer," Hermione said her face a bright red. She grabbed the shirt and practically ran into the laundry room.

That was interesting, Draco thought to himself as he watched her retreating figure.

Tap, tap, tap. Draco looked at the window and saw an owl. The owl was completely black, blacker than night, and had a dark green envelope tied to its leg. Draco knew this couldn't be good, but he opened the window anyway. The owl flew in and dropped the letter on the table in front of him, hooted eerily, and flew back out the window. Draco glanced down at the letter and saw that it was addressed to not only him, but Hermione too. He cast a few spells to see if it was cursed, and to his surprise it wasn't.

That's odd, he thought and turned it over. As he expected the seal on the back was the Darkmark. Voldemort's seal. "Hermione?" he called. "Can you come here?"

Hermione ran back into the kitchen when she heard the panic in his voice. She saw the letter in his hand. "Oh no, that can't be good," she breathed.

"It's not cursed, but I doubt he's asking us over for tea," Draco said and he broke the seal. Hermione read it over his shoulder.

Dear Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger,

I just wanted to say hello. I hope your summer has been good and that you two are getting along. I also have a proposition for you. You see, both of you are quite powerful, and even though Miss. Granger's blood isn't pretty, I can see past that. I would like both of you to join me. It would mean more power than you ever dreamed, and you can't say no. If you do, the worst will happen. Please inform me of your answer. Mr. Malfoy your owl knows where to find me.

It was signed with another Darkmark. They looked at each other with sheer panic in their eyes. "What do we do?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," Draco said. "I didn't know he did this."

"Well we can't say yes," Hermione said firmly.

"But we can't say no either."

"What do we do?"

"Well, if you want your family to live we have to say yes."

"But we can't! We have to get help," Hermione said.

"From who?"

"Dumbledore."

"How? Besides what can he do?" Draco asked.

"I don't know, let's just send him an owl and see what he says," Hermione told him.

"Fine, let's do it."

They quickly penned a letter to Dumbledore explaining what had happened and then sat anxiously awaiting his response.

An hour later Hermione suggested they work on their potions homework; they had already done almost everything else. Draco thought that this was a good way to past the time so they went to get their books. Neither could focus though. The thought of what might happen hung over their heads the entire time.

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It was almost time for dinner when Dumbledore responded. The owl he sent was short and to the point.

Stay where you are. Do not leave the house. I will floo you tonight at about 8 o' clock. Stay where you are.

"Okay, that helps us loads," Draco said angrily.

"Well, he said he'll floo us," Hermione said weakly.

"Yeah well what if Voldemort attacks now huh? Then what?" Draco yelled.

"I don't know!" Hermione said close to tears.

"Oh for once the know-it-all doesn't know! Fantastic!" Draco shouted.

"Stop shouting," Hermione was now crying. Tears were rolling down her face as she looked at him.

"I'm sorry, I just can't sit here," Draco said. "I need to do something."

"It's okay, let's just go eat," Hermione said drying her tears.

"Okay."

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After dinner they sat around trying to pass the time. They couldn't focus on anything, so they just sat by the fire. Nancy had thought it odd that they needed a fire in the middle of the summer, but she didn't question it.

It seemed like forever before 8 o' clock showed up, but eventually it did. They looked at the fire and Dumbledore's head was staring back at them.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said shakily.

"Hello Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said.

"What do we do?" Draco asked bluntly.

"For now I just placed more protection on this house. We are contacting your father Mr. Malfoy and we will come and see you tomorrow. I need you two to stay here and not do anything rash until then," he explained.

"You expect us to sit here and do nothing until then?!" Draco shouted.

"It will take a while to figure out exactly what is going on Mr. Malfoy, please control you temper. I will see you both tomorrow," and with that he was gone.

"I can't just sit here!" Draco said.

"You can and you will," Hermione said and stalked off to bed.

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Neither of them slept well that night. Everything that could happen hung over their heads. They didn't know what to do except to wait.

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A/N: There it is. I was on vacation last week so that's why there weren't any updates. I mean it was the Fourth of July, I had to see fireworks. Hope you liked the chapter!

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