Disclaimer: There are certian things in life that I think about sometimes. Politics, religion, war and love. If people just leared to love each other... you know, starting off small, with loving your neighbor like God says we should, then would the world be a better place? Would we all still hate each other? Or would that inner desire for dominance overwhelm us and lead to our ultimate destruction...
Hermione was fidgiting slightly as the man at the booth handed her a ticket. She stepped out of line and walked over to the bench where a disgusted, pale looking Draco was standing, tapping his foot impatiently. When she arrived to him he snatched his ticket.
"Let's go, these muggles are getting on my nerves." Hermione lead the way to the track.
"Well, you're just going to have to deal with it. We're getting on a train with these muggles," she whispered, careful not to be to loud. Draco kept glancing behind him, his nerves on end.
"Tell me why were taking the train." Hermione sighed.
"Muggle transport is the one thing the Ministry doesn't have tabs on. They find out that you've used magic to transport and they'll be on you immediatly. They don't want you out of the country."
"And tell me why we're going out of the country."
"Because France doesn't have as strict of laws on magical uses with healing patients. I'll be able to help you easier over there. Besides, I need somewhere where I can think clearly to preform this correctly. St. Mungos isn't the best place if you don't want to be interupted." Draco nodded silently, walking beside her stiffly. She glanced up at him as she walked. She could tell he was nervous as hell, glancing every two steps over his shoulder. Hermione causally slid her hand into his, trying to comfort him. He tensed up momentarily then relaxed, glancing down at her. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile which, to her surprise, he returned. He was allowing her to give him some sense of security. It didn't last long.
"Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Draco. I never thought I'd live to see the day when you held hands with a mudblood." Draco and Hermione turned to see Pansy Parkinson standing there, two other men at her side. Hermione guessed there were more lurking in the crowds on the platform. Draco's eyes revealed nothing, though his grip on Hermione's hand tightened tremendously, causing her to wince slightly.
"You might not live to see another day if you talk to me like that again, Parkinson," he spat. She smirked, nodding her head to Hermione.
"What's with the mudblood... I thought your taste was with that of a... lower species," she said, motioning to the oblivious crowds surging around them. Hermione froze.
Of course they knew about Tori... they were probably there... She remained silent. Draco however stepped forward, his menacing form causing the three annoyances to take a step back. His hand was in his cloak pocket, fingering his wand.
"What do you want, Parkinson?" Draco hissed, ignoring the curious stares he was getting from people as the passed by. Pansy glanced down to his hand, and held up her hand defensivily, pointing to the people around them.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Draco took another step closer.
"I could drop the three of you and all the other idiots you brought with you before any one of those stupid muggles knew what happened and you know that," he growled. Pansy tried to regain her composure.
"I suggest you come quietly, Draco. We don't want to cause a scene." Draco gave her a look of revulsion.
"Who said I was coming with you anyway?"
"I did." They all turned to see Lucius Malfoy materialize out of the crowd. He was alone. Draco's face darkened dramaticlly, his total distain and disrespect of his father showing clearly.
"Lucius." His father shook his head in disappointment.
"I'm hurt, Draco. After all these years and you can't call me father anymore." Draco stepped to the left slightly, putting himself in front of Hermione.
"You know when you lost that respect." Lucius smiled, his eyes flitting to Hermione.
"Yes... and I see you've lost total respect for your raising. First muggles and now... a mudblood." Draco just shrugged.
"Yes, well, that's not the only disappointment in this family..." Lucius marched up to his son, their stormy eyes level.
"Don't you talk to me that way, boy. You forget your place," he hissed. When Draco spoke, his voice was deceptively calm.
"Oh, don't worry, I haven't."
Harry was surprised to see Ron run in to the office. He had just finished his report and was about to leave when the redhead came bounding into the Auror Department.
"Don't you have the day off?" he asked, watching as Ron struggled to gain his breath back.
"Hermione... Malfoy... leaving..." he gasped out. Harry frowned.
"What?" Ron looked up.
"Hermione's leaving with Malfoy. She's going to try to help him." Harry's eyes grew large.
"Do you know where they went?" Ron shook his head. They stood there for a minute.
"Harry!" The men turned to see Ginny running over.
"Have you heard?" she asked. Both were confused.
"About?" Ron asked. Ginny looked absolutely terrified.
"At King's Cross. An attack broke out. Right in front of muggles! They say there's at least ten casualties!" Ron frowned.
"Deatheaters?" Ginny nodded.
"Yeah. At least twenty of them-"
"ATTENTION EVERYONE!" They all turned to see Moody standing there. Aurors gathered around the man, listening to him as he spoke. "There's been an attack at Kings Cross. We'll be going there in a minute. All we know is that we have twelve dead muggles and one dead deatheater. The only ones we've identified for now is Draco Malfoy. Him and his father. There's one hostage. The hostage is a female, early twenties. That's all we know." Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"Hermione!"
"Get down!" Draco screamed to Hermione. She ducked just in time to evade the curse hurled at her. She was scared. It had started just a few minutes ago and already people were dead. There were many screaming people and the muggle authorities had shown up. Not much help. Two deatheaters were dealing with the confused and terrified police while the others were trying to apprehend Draco. Hermione stumbled and was grabbed by someone. She was held close in the vice like grip.
"I wouldn't move if I was you," came the deep voice of her captor. Hermione's eyes widened and she struggled. That's when she saw them. Running down the platform were the Aurors. Ron and Harry in the lead. She also saw the deatheater sneaking up on the angry blonde.
"Draco run!" Hermione screamed, struggling to be free. Draco started to run in the direction of the two when he saw a flash of light. He ducked and heard Hermione scream.
"RON!" Draco whirled around to see the man fall to the ground. Hermione continued to struggle, tears pouring down her face. "NO!" Harry had stopped, falling to the ground beside his limp friend. Hermine tried to break free but couldn't. Lucius was screaming something.
"Fall back! We have what we came for! Fall back!" Suddenly they were gone, along with Hermione. Draco saw her disappear and just stood there, shocked. The hold on his arms, however, snapped him back into the present. Before he knew it he was being bound. Moody stood to the side watching the sight grimly.
"Take that bastard away..." Draco was dragged off to the portkey waiting for him. He knew where it would lead. He had seen it on many occasions, though never personally having to use it.
Azkaban
"No! You don't understand, he's the only link to finding out where she is! I have to go in there," Harry yelled, slamming his fist down on Moody's desk. The man shook his head.
"You know the rules, Potter. No one's allowed in there until the ministry officials know what's going on."
"To hell with the officials, Moody! Those assholes don't know shit about what's going on! What makes you think they can get information out of Malfoy." Moody shook his head.
"I can't let you in there." Harry let out a cry of fustration and began to pace the office. Moody watched him with interest. Here, standing before him was his best Auror, and yet, when times like this, he was a pain in the ass. An angry pain in the ass. Moody sighed.
"Ten minutes." Harry turned to him, relief flooding his face.
"Thanks, Moody," he said, running out of the room. The old man shook his head.
"I'm going to regret this..."
Draco looked up from his bound hands to see Harry enter the small interogation room. The man sat down across from the blonde and folded his hands. Harry looked up at Draco.
"Ron's in the hospital... They don't know what's wrong..." Draco let out a bark of laughter.
"Looks like he's like me..." Harry frowned.
"Where is she, Malfoy?" Draco looked up at the raven head.
"What makes you think I know where she is?" Harry's fist slammed down hard on the table, causing Draco to jump slightly, though his icy look of indifference didn't change. Harry stood.
"Dammit Malfoy! I know you know where she is! The whole fucking Ministry knows you know where she is!" Draco remained silent, staring at Harry with mild interest. Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Look, Malfoy. You don't like me and I don't like you, that's something that will never change."
"You're starting to make sense Potter," Draco drawled.
"But the one thing we do have in common is Hermione. And no matter how much you may deny it I know you care as much about her as I do. Now, you can either cooperate with me and get out of this place earlier than expected or you can stay here and let those ministry officials deal with you. I heard that deatheaters get special treament. Special kisses by special people," Harry said, his voice cold. Draco paled, his mind flashing with images of past deeds.
"Fine... Just get me out of here." Harry was about to pull out his wand but hesitated, eyeing Draco warily. The blonde smirked. "Don't worry, I have my own personal goal to settle with my father. I'm not going to pull anything."
"Good, because so do I." Both men turned to see Ron leaning against the doorway, pale. Harry smiled slightly, looking between the two.
"Looks like you two have more than just that curse in common." Draco turned to Harry as he was untied.
"Oh, what's that Potter." Harry grinned.
"You're both blood traitors."
A/N: I hope you liked it! Thanks for reviewing.
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