A/N: I feel so bad right now. I'm sorry I haven't updated.

So much life going on, it's ridic. Anyway. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME.

:D I have my outline of what I wanted to do with this story…

And I found it. But I have like. No idea what I mean when I'm reading half the stuff.

Sooooo. We'll see where this goes.

Yaaaaaaaaaaay.

DISCLAIMER: -steals Harry Potter for like only few months- Sorry JKR.

Chapter 7: Help

He was sitting in one of the less burnt bedrooms, drinking water out of a broken mug. Hermione was in the other room. He could hear the shower running and her soft voice singing. Smirking, he shook his head. He had found out a lot about this little know-it-all in a reasonable amount of time.

Her favourite colour is beige, and it fit. He didn't know why. Normally he'd hate the colour, it being so bland and boring. But she wasn't bland or boring. She was simple. And fresh.

Not that I'd ever admit thinking that about her…

He sipped his water and looked around. This must have been either the nursery, or maybe some sort of crafts room for Fleur. There were singed lace curtains hanging off the broken down window, what seemed to be pink ribbons everywhere attached to silvery long mesh.

Dragging his backpack over, he put the mug down on the soot covered what-used-to-be-white-but-now-grey vanity. Pulling out his maps and plans, he bit his lip and reread all his little notes. Where he thought things were. Where he thought they should go to find the headquarters. Find the Rogues and their leader.

Worrying his lip, Draco tried his best to forget the memories that were flooding back to him. The knife. The scars. The father. The crazed frenzy—But then he heard a yell from the bathroom and dropped everything. Running as fast as he could to the bedroom next door, he slammed the bathroom door open, wand at the ready.

Flicking his eyes up at Hermione's naked form, she screamed again. "What the bloody hell, Malfoy!" she yelled, covering herself up as best as possible. Covering his eyes, he waved his wand in a bewildered manner. "You fucking screamed, woman!"

Hermione only blushed, but she knew he couldn't see that. "There was a huge spider out of nowhere… But it crawled away," she mumbled shyly, grabbing the ripped up curtain and lifting it to cover herself. "You can look now," she murmured.

Draco peeked through his fingers and then threw his arm down, shaking his head. "Holy fucking hell, you IDIOT. I thought there was a spell or enchantment I'd missed," he said, running a hand through his finally clean hair.

The bushy haired girl only laughed slightly. "You came running so fast," she said, smiling at him. Draco only sneered and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him slowly. "Hurry up and I'll let you have more of the milky chocolate shit!"

"It's Nutella! And it's not shit!" she called back. Draco only chuckled.

"They're at Shell Cottage, sir. Should we send after them?" a tall hooded figure asked a regal and poised man in his elevated throne. His black leather gloves curled and clenched as he laced his hands together in thought.

"No. Let them think they're safe. It's more… Fun that way," he said with an evil grin, yet face hidden in the shadows, now bringing a gloved hand up to his lip as he smoothed it over his ivory skin. "We have to make them suffer. We have to let them think they're winning. Or else.. This whole game is pointless," he said with a little chuckle that would make any sane person's skin go frigid.

Gripping onto his cane, his mouth fell stern. "Go attack the redhead. That will make the mudblood whore sidetracked. Less on her game. As for the other.. Well. Just leave that to me," he said maliciously. "Seeing as you can't do anything right around here, Raven, I have to do everything for myself."

The hooded figure just nodded and kept his eyes downcast. "I did my best, sir. Your son is just too quick."

"I have no children," the bitter man said, snarling and whacking the man across the face with his cane as he pulled his wand out of the holder, pointing it at him. "Now get the hell out of my sight, you cretin. Before you stain my carpet with your blood."

The man held his bloody nose as he briskly walked out of the main Dining Hall of the building. Shoving his wand back into the cane case, he lifted the long sleek black piece of wood and frowned, tutting to himself in distaste. "Bugger, there's blood on it."

He cleaned it off with ease and smiled, looking out into the dark night as the moon illuminated his long shimmery blonde hair.

Hermione was drying her hair when Draco walked in again. He grinned at her and she just blushed, knowing he'd seen her naked. There was only one other person that had and it was frustrating as hell that he had to have been the only other one.

Clearing her throat, she fixed her clothes and ignored him as she set the towel down and started to apply calming crème to her forehead where she realized she had gotten a little cut. Hissing slightly when it came in contact with her skin, she knit her eyebrows together. After a moment though it soothed and Draco just watched her as he sat on the toilet and ate the Nutella.

"Can I help you?" she asked, sneering at him as he watched her.

"I dunno, can you?" he asked with a cocky grin as he spooned some of the concoction into his mouth and smirked.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and held back the frustrated groan that wanted to leave her lips. After a moment of hearing him eating, she sighed. "I can't believe your favorite color is baby blue," she said honestly.

"What did you think? It would be silver or green? No. I'm not that narrow minded, Granger," he said, chuckling. He was in a good mood. Little did he know what awaited them. "And it's not baby blue, per se. It's more of a light periwinkle."

Hermione just threw a cotton ball at him and he chuckled more. "Periwinkle now? It seems as though you've taken the time to consider this," she said, smiling over at him challengingly. Narrowing her eyes at him, she bit her lip. Draco only raised an eyebrow. "It suits you," she remarked, nodding and turning back to the mirror.

Making a face of approval, he nodded and shoveled more Nutella into his mouth. "Well I'm off to my bed. Don't miss me too much, toots," he joked, winking at her.

Hermione gagged a little and choked on her laugh. "Don't call me toots," she reprimanded, resting her hands on the edges of the sink.

Draco got up and grinned. "Sorry. Won't happen again, babe," he mocked once more, smack her bum as he ran out of the bathroom.

He heard a frustrated yell and a slam of the door. Classic.

Something caught his eye though suddenly from outside the window. Another patronus zoomed in. A little Jack Russell Terrier bounced in. The voice that came out was pained, tortured, broken. It was gruff and familiar.

Only one word left the dog's lips.

"Help."