A/N: I finally have internet again! I have been wanting to update all week but I have refrained, so here we are, chapter 3. Enjoy!
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He'd gotten back just in a time.
A couple of minutes later and he would have been caught. A couple of minutes later and he would have been tortured, probably killed, or worse, found out.
Just to protect her.
He called Snow, the house elf to him, and asked her to bring him tea ASAP.
His parents had tried to get him to call the poor house elf something different, anything else. But he would not. As a child he had loved the snow. It was something colder than his father. He liked that, he felt like nature was defying Lucius.
Snow appeared back in the room and left again, leaving behind her a tray of tea and a faint popping sound.
He wished they would hurry up. He was getting nervous. Nobody knew of the safe house, but he felt like they had their suspicions.
The door blew open and in walked a slightly flustered looking Belletrix Lestrange.
'Nephew' she said sitting down gently across from him. She might have been a ruthless murderer but she had the grace of a queen. She was a Black after all.
'Would you like some tea, aunt?' He asked her politely, feeling like a child.
It was all quite superficial.
'Enough of the pleasantries Draco, has it been done?'
'Yes' he whispered, realising that this was not Bellatrix, not at all.
'Then I must leave you' she stood up and gently touched his face with the back of her hand. He leant in to her touch slightly, feeling at peace.
And then she was gone. Her dress robes billowing around behind her in a graceful manner.
She's probably gone for one last look, before she has to leave.
Almost instantly Bellatrix entered. The real one this time. She strode over to him and slapped his cheek with the back of her bony hand. His cheek reddened slightly from the blow.
'Where were you tonight Draco?' She spat out as if it was filth. To her, his name may as well have been filth.
The scene was entirely different compared to the one just before it, he hesitated before replying.
'The plan had been changed, remember. I was positioned in the bushes outside of Potters house, on guard. Instead of at the front line, with you.'
'And who changed these plans, boy?'
He smiled at her, a sweet sickly, fake smile. At least he was telling the truth.
'We had a meeting about it; Dolohov said that due to my injury I would be useless out in the field.' He snarled, 'So instead, I was sent there'
~ Flash Back ~
'You aren't much use to as at this current moment in time, Malfoy' sneered Dolohov. He was finally happy to have some leverage of Draco because even though the man was older everyone seemed to think he was a joke.
'That's bullshit!' Shouted Draco standing up and pushing the table of drinks in the process. 'My arm is nearly healed. I don't even have any pain in it anymore!'
'But that's not entirely true is it?' Said Blaire, a new young female Death Eater who had taken somewhat of an interest in Draco, only to be shot down. 'It was just the other day you were telling me that now and again your arm blanks out on you, that you have moments when it goes numb and you can't even move it, what if that happens out on the field?' She asked, rhetorically, staring at him maliciously, enjoying the entire situation.
More voices chirped up around the room, tearing Malfoy down. He tried to remain calm and stony but he could not. Of course his anger was not genuine; he'd needed this to happen. He threw the table forwards and stalked out of the room, unable to stand them not obeying him anymore.
He had received an owl later that night giving him instructions to be outside of Potters house on the 13th of October. Whether these instructions were genuine or not he didn't care, it had given him an alibi.
~ End of flashback ~
'Draco are you listening to me!' She shouted loudly, bringing his mind back to the present situation. 'The Granger girl was gone Draco' She whispered, 'And I want you to find her.'
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She could feel hands shaking her shoulders as if they were trying to rattle the sleep out of her fragile body.
'N...no, hgo ywaya' she said inaudibly, turning over, trying to shield herself from the morning.
'Granger.'
She had forgotten. Sleep does that to you. Makes you feel like all is ok and then sends reality back to you at a crushingly fast speed.
She sat up quickly, far too quickly, making her head spin in the process.
'Here' he shoved a small bottle full of an ugly looking liquid into her hand. 'Drink it, hurry Granger we have to go.'
'Why do you have another safe house?' She asked mockingly. She opened the lid and sniffed it. Upon smelling the familiar liquid she recoiled.
'Who?' She said. He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her.
'So inquisitive Granger. It's just a random muggle, no one important. Now drink'
'No.'
She could see it in his eyes but she didn't have the means to stop him.
'Petrificus Totalus.'
She looked like a statue. A meditating statue.
He dislodged the bottle from her grip, untwisted the ornate silver lid and poured the liquid down her throat. She would have heaved if she could.
He cast Finite Incantatem and her body became less rigid. Just in time for her skin to start bubbling as she transformed into an entirely different person.
Where she was thin, this person was more filled out. Where she had long, brown, curly hair, this person had short, straight, sleek blonde hair. Where she was short, this person was tall.
She stared down at herself in awe. She may have used Polyjuice Potion on numerous occasions, but it still felt weird for her.
'Who am I?' she asked, staring into stormy grey orbs.
'Lucius' whore.' He answered, emotionlessly.
She was taken aback and was about to say some witty retort when she noticed his smirk. She did not know how to react. Draco Malfoy was smirking at her but in an almost friendly way. She wanted him to stop; this was not natural to her. He should have been smirking at her in an 'I'm about to elongate your teeth' way. Not like this.
'Stop' she said throwing a rolled up blanket at him.
The look on his face was priceless. He was about to retaliate and a full on blanket fight would have ensued, if they had not remembered who they were and where they were. And also why they were there.
'You kidnapped me…' She whispered. As if only know finding out about her current predicament. 'Why? Why did you do it Malfoy?'
He wanted to answer. Wanted to tell her that they were after her. That he had been tasked with this job. That if he didn't she would die. But he could not. How does one just casually bring this up in an awkward conversation between to arch nemesis'?
'I'll tell you, someday. But for now we need to move. And I need to write a letter to a certain Mr Potter.'
It turned out that Draco Malfoy did not have another safe house. In fact he was in the process of building a new one.
Instead they were in a small dingy hotel, called The Plaza, that was tucked away between two larger shops in a small magical town in France called Joie.
They had gone to the front desk and asked for quite a large room, he had then handed over a note and quite a big money bag. It seemed to Hermione that this was the place that Draco often brought his women as the receptionist knew his face straight away and said something to him that had made him smirk.
They were then given the key and her suspicions were further proven when he led the way.
Considering it looked shabby on the outside, The Plaza was anything but shabby on the inside.
It had plush red carpets covering the stairs and floors, silk drapes of all different shades hanging everywhere and ornate wooden furniture scattered the halls. The entire place looked like something out of Hollywood, not a small French hotel.
They opened the door to their suite to find out that it was an entire floor.
'Malfoy... We asked for a large room not a whole floor to ourselves. What does he think we're goi-'She reddened at what the little receptionist probably thought they were going to use the room for.
'Not a clue Granger, you're the first person I've brought here'
She tried her best not to look outwardly surprised. It probably didn't work. 'Well, I guess every evil ferret has to have somewhere to store away their snatched women.'
And with that she walked away into the labyrinth of rooms.
He watched her retreating form, taking in the image of her looking like his former wife.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed, I shall be updating again in couple of days. I am beta'ing this myself so sorry for any mistakes. Thank you to everyone who's reading this, it means a lot! Till next time.