Chapter 10
Hello readers,
Happy New Year to you all welcome to 2013. With the odd exception I have been posting one chapter per week since 2011, that is a lot of writing. This year I am planning to continue and finish another 52 chapter when we hit 2014. Just a note so anyone who reads my work regularly (I am pretty sure this applies to no one but anyway) I have three already planned trips outside the U.K. so it is unlikely postings will be possible those weeks. In February I am heading to Italy, in July it's Greece and back to New Zealand in August but when those dates come up I will let you know and post two chapters.
Anyway essay over this is possibly my favourite chapter in this story so enjoy and please review.
Love C.J.
Draco felt him pull in her and knew nothing in this life had felt so right. He picked her up out of his desk chair and held her as he placed her on his bed. Hermione grabbed his shirt pulling him forward again. This time Draco did not hesitate he knew she wanted this kiss as much as he did. Leaning in their lips were millimetres from touching.
"Draco, DRACO." Came a shout at the door. Draco crossed the room in one bound to the door.
"Pertwee," he said slowly and in a low voice "I told you if-"
"Your father is here." Pertwee replied. Draco did not reply but simply slammed the door closed.
"Hermione," he said "I am so sorry." He pointed his wand at Hermione who slumped backwards onto Draco's bed, unconscious. Draco whispered a glamour spell on Hermione looking away for a second before looking back to her. Hermione's skin that was exposed looked horrific. Her abdomen that was showing under her hitched up blouse was black and bruised, her forearms had scratches on them and a large bruise was growing on her forehead along with a deep cut.
"Draco?" Lucius asked as he opened the door.
"Father," Draco replied formally looking across to Hermione's figure lying on the bed. Lucius crossed the room to look at Hermione up close. Placing his hand on her face feeling the cut and bruise on her forehead. Draco had to hold his hands behind his back to stop him from hitting his father. "How dare he even touch her?" Draco thought angrily.
"Good Draco. You always did have a," Lucius paused think of the right word "talent for violence."
"How did the talks go father?"
"Excellent as always. As a victim of the Voldemort terror then my opinions are always valued at the minister's table." Lucius said sarcastically a cruel glint in his eye and a wicked smirk on his face.
"That's good father." Draco said walking him towards the door.
"I can take a hint Draco." Lucius smirked "you want more time with your new toy." He looked over at Hermione. "I do understand I was like you once. Young."
"No father," Draco thought "I am nothing like you."
"Just remember Draco there is more to breaking someone than physical violence. Although that does help." He smirked cruelly. Internally Draco was fuming how could his father treat that conversation like a little pep talk any father would give to his son. He hated the man more and more each day. The speech his father had just given gave Draco more impetuous than ever to escape.
Draco paced across his large room trying to think. "How are we going to do this?" He wondered. Firstly he could apparate he had the dark mark tattooed onto his forearm. He could hold Hermione and that would get her there too. He had never tried side-along apparition but he knew that it was realistically the only choice he had to escape. He knew however he could not carry Hermione as far as he could just carry himself. A mile perhaps he wondered that would be stretching it. He knew the building had been a prison. Situated in the moors the landscape around the prison was flat and stretched for miles with no cover but heather and moorland.
He would apparate them both out of the building to as far as he dared perhaps a mile then they would hike to the nearest muggle village and contact someone Hermione knew. He contemplated apparating constantly but his knew both Hermione and he would be weak. They would have to risk hiking the muggle way. Once Draco had secured the plan in his mind. He magically woke Hermione with
"Enervate."
"I really wish you wouldn't do that." She snapped when she was awake.
"It was the best thing I could think of."
"Did Lucius buy it?"
"Yes thank Merlin." Draco sighed as he lifted the glamour spell from Hermione who's skin returned to its normal colour and the marks and bruises disappeared.
"Hermione we have to get out of here tonight."
"I know." She said seriously "I thought of it earlier. They won't leave me alone here much longer and then-" she shuddered but did not finish the sentence.
"I am not letting that happen to you." He growled.
"So what's the plan?" Hermione asked. "Side-along apparition out of here then walk in the dark to the nearest village?"
"Yes." Draco said confused "how did you know?"
"It is the only option available to us Draco."
"Here," Draco said passing her a small backpack "food and blankets in case we need it. I have water and spare clothes."
"Ok," Hermione breathed looking out the window to the sun almost set on the horizon. "Lets go." She interlaced her fingers with Draco's. He felt their skin connect and looked down there was something right about her skin next to his. He squeezed her hand and they disappeared.
Draco and Hermione re-appeared in a moorland waste. Hermione looked in each direction and all she could find was flat low shrubs and acres of heather. Her head throbbed and she realised she wasn't stood up but flung on her back. She searched around her quickly to see Draco. He wasn't there. Hermione searched her eye line again desperate. The sun was almost set and Hermione's frantic searching was only helped by the very last rays of the day.
"Draco," she cried looking around her. "Draco." She didn't care much who heard her now she had to find the blonde haired boy. She heard a low moan and looked around her to see a tall figure with platinum hair glinting in the dying light half of his body was hidden in the springy heather. "Draco?" She cried out as she headed toward him. His body looked broken, his left leg was facing the wrong direction and there was a cut on his forehead with blood pouring down his pale face. From what Hermione could deduce he had smashed into one of the boulders that broke up the flat landscape.
"Hermione," he said weakly "just hold my ha-"
"No," she snapped "I am not giving up on you."
