Blaise woke me up pretty much in the middle of the night, or whatever and I don't think I've ever seen him look so scared before.
"Wuzgoinon?' I mumbled as he pulled me out of bed. "Blaise? What's –"
Blaise threw a hand over my mouth and pulled me to the floor, pushing me underneath the bed at pretty much the same time.
"Someone's in the house," he hissed into my ear. "Most likely a Death Eater."
His hand remained over my mouth but I wasn't about to say a thing because I heard footsteps just then, coming towards the bedroom. I clung tighter to Blaise as he did me.
Someone entered the room, mumbling to himself as he walked. I saw his robes sweeping along the floor. "They were here," he muttered.
"On the count of three, we run out of here," Blaise breathed into my ear as he pointed his wand over my head. "One . . . two . . . three."
Golden rope short from his wand and tied around the Death Eater's ankles, knocking him to the floor. I rolled from out under the bed and Blaise followed, grabbing my hand and pulling me from the room, the Death Eater rolling around on the floor, screaming and shouting and trying to reach his wand, which had flew some where when he fell.
As many of you may or may not know, I am a half-blood and so my mum, the Muggle, made me go to Muggle School where I was forced to do P.E., the most dreadful activity that was created and I always hated running. But I ran incredibly fast that night, clutching onto Blaise's hand as we ran out of the house and into the woods that surrounded it.
He dragged me slightly as we stumbled and sprinted through the dark trees. I stepped on rocks and twigs, setting my feet on fire but I kept going.
Finally, we stopped. Blaise slumped down against a tree, pulling me down next to him. We were both breathing rather hard and I leaned my head against his shoulder. I could hear him murmuring to himself, or rather to me, telling me how sorry he was about all this.
When I had finally caught my breath, I put my hands on both sides of his face and pressed my forehead against his. "I've already forgiven you so just stop apologizing," I whispered.
He looked at me finally and I smiled, leaning against him. "So, where do we go from here?"
"I have a place," he said. "But it's going to take a while for us to get there from here. And they're obviously tracking Apparating, so we'll have to use other forms of transportation."
"Like what?"
". . . Do you know how to drive a car?"