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Ch 4 Don't call me Granger

Harry was out of his of his mind with worry. He had been expecting to come home to a kitchen full of baked goods and books with Hermione covered in four and eggs. Instead number twelfth Grimalds Places was dead as a tombstone. The only thing that signaled that Hermione had been in the house was an unfinished book and her wand. Seeing the familiar Vine wood wand perching on the table shocked Harry. Hermione never went anywhere with out her wand, not even the bathroom. Harry rushed around, visiting every one of Hermione's favorite haunts. Not a soul saw her. Harry dropped by Luna's teashop thinking that maybe they had lunch together but the airy blond just blinked at Harry informing him that it wasn't a good day to go looking for Cradilers. What Cradilers had anything to do with Hermione's disappearance was beyond him. Harry, growing desperate went to Ron hoping that his best mate could help him find their friend.

"No. I'm not going to help that bitch." The red head said harshly, shoving a cup of tea at Harry with enough force to spill half on the table. "You read the paper. How dare she! I was the best thing that happened to her!" Harry cleaned the spill with a quick spell so he wouldn't knock Ron out.

"Ron, you and I know that that article was full of flubberworm shit. Do you know how many times you told Hermione that you were going to move the wedding date closer cause you 'love her more than all the gold in Gringotts'" Ron's jaw hung open reminding Harry of a red carp fish that he saw at a Chinese restaurant Ginny took him.

"You're taking her side!" Ron yelled, slamming a meaty hand on the table.

"Ron right now this isn't about taking sides!" Harry yelled back, losing his patients "Hermione is missing! She out there only Merlin knows where without her wand! I was hoping you could help me find her! She did so much shit for us, we would never have done half the thing we did without. She got us out of trouble faster then anyone I met and she's our fucking friend." Ron stood stiffly.

"You should leave Harry." Harry was dumb struck. He stared in disbelief at his friend of ten years. He knew Ron could be difficult but never in a million years did he think that Ron was going to be this stubborn.

"So you're not going to help." Ron looked away, not saying a word. Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. "You fucking bastard. Rot. In. Hell. By the way, we are not longer 'Best Mates'. In fact, your not my 'mate' at all." Harry stormed out of Ron's flat. Wiping his hands clean of his friendship with the youngest male Weasley.

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"You know, this smells just like Crabby's underwear after a game of Quidditch." Hermione scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"It's hard to believe that you sniffed his drawers." Malfoy pulled a face at her.

"No Granger, I didn't sniff them. He liked to leave his clothes around the dorm so we all got a whiff of Crabby essences." Malfoy mocked shivered. They had been sitting for about an hour both unwilling to move out of the room. Malfoy sat in a high back chair, lantern between his feet as they whispered back and forth. It was weird. They were getting along as if they were old chums.

"We should get going. We haven't heard that evil snowman in awhile." Malfoy said while stretching out his arms. Hermione giggled.

"Evil snowman? Really Malfoy, that's the best name you could thing of?" Malfoy stuck his tongue out at her then got to his feet.

"Well it was white and lumpy so it reminded me of a snowman."

"Wow, I do not want to see the snowman you make." Hermione teased lightly, pouring the thick yellowy potion in to a jar. The liquid reminded her of poorly made lemon custard.

"Cross your fingers." Hermione said when they got to the mass of red goo. Malofy raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Oh it's a muggle thing. When you cross your fingers it brings good luck." Malfoy's look of confusion was priceless.

"That makes no sense. Muggles, weird as fuck."

"Just cross your fingers." Surprisingly Malfoy did. It was wrong of course. Instead of crossing two fingers on one hand he stuck out both pointer fingers crossing them in an 'x'. But Hermione couldn't bring herself to point out that he was doing it wrong. He looked…cute. Blond brows turned down, tongue stuck out in concentration with both arms out. Hermione felt a blush stain her cheeks.

"This year Granger." Malfoy drawled, almost like in his youth. Hermione's blush deepen to a dusky rose. Really Hermione, this is no time to get all girly. She scolded herself.

"You might want to stand back. I don't know if this will spark." Malfoy moved a few steps back. Hermione poured the honey, thick mixture on to the red gooey webbing. At first it just dripped over the webbing but just as she was about to say that they should find a different potion to try, the goo exploded. Hermione fell backward form the blast; bits of red slime covered her front. Malfoy knelt at her side, grey eyes wide with shock.

"Hermione, you ok?" She nodded, wiping her face clean.

"Never fucking better." Malfoy snorted back laughter. "Go a head. Laugh you ass, I know you want to."

"No…no. I'm good." He said covering his mouth but Hermione could tell he was smiling. His eyes got little wrinkles known as crow's feet at the corners. Then it hit her.

"You called me Hermione." It was Malfoy's turn to blush. His hidden smile was gone and he stepped a foot back.

"What! No. I said Granger." Hermione got to her feet, squishing in the substance as she stood. She didn't understand why he was trying to deny that he said her name. He didn't think she would be upset at him, did he? The look on his face did suggest it though. He looked like he was waiting to be told off. Well that won't do. He wasn't looking at her so now was the perfect moment to strike. Hermione playful shoved the blond, transferring some goo on to him.

"Ekk! Granger! That's disgusting! All over my shirt…" He started to scrub at the gunk, trying to get it off his clothes.

"Hermione" Mal-no Draco stopped his goo removal process.

"Huh?"

"Call me Hermione. We're not the same people anymore Draco." Draco cocked his head to the side as if he was studying her. He must have seen something for he nodded.

"Then lets get moving…Hermione."

Xxxx

They had come to the obvious conclusion that they were not going to just walk out the front door or smash a window and get out. It came even clearer when Draco had tried to hurtle a bust of his great, great uncle out said window and it bounced back to hit him in the shoulder. Hermione didn't really want to complain but she was getting hungry and tired. According to her watch she had spent a grand total of twelve hours in the Manor of horrors.

"Bugger me!" Draco exclaimed throwing his fists into the air. The doorway to a potential exit was blocked by boulders and chunks of wood, there was so many rocks that they flooded a good portion of the hall.

"Merlin's pants, it looks like a cave it, wait! Draco where are you going?" The blond had turned around and started off with out her.

"I'm pissed beyond words, hungry, devolving a head ach so I'm heading to the kitchen. If we're lucking there is some in chanted food left. I can't cook so you're going to have to do it."

"Is at a women and kitchen joke Mr.?"

"Maybe but I do know that you cook so maybe it's just my wanting of good food."

"How do you know my foods any good hmm?" She asked. In her mind she was a damn good cook. Right after the war and her parents were safely back home Hermione took cooking lessons. She never wanted to be with out that knowledge ever again. Living on the run without knowing how to prepare things was an experience that she never wanted to redo.

" I heard the Weasel brag about how you make all his lunches. One day he was doing it right in front of me, I think he was trying to show off and I got pissed. So a grabbed the sandwich out of his hand and took a bite from it. You should have seen his face. If it got any redder he would have looked like a very skinny strawberry." Hermione smiled. She remembered when Ron had come back to her flat one day complaining under his breath about 'stupid ferrets eating' and when she asked him he just said 'Malfoy, git ,wanker'.

The kitchen was huge! White marble titles covered the floor; oak cabinets lined the back wall and came out in a U shape. Dull stainless steal appliances stood with in the granite counters, which were covered in dust and dishes. A long table spaded the width of the room. Wall to ceilings windows let in the moon light, setting everything in a light glow.

"Blimy…it's as big as my whole flat." Hermione said tracing the two-door oven. Draco shrugged.

"The Malfoys tend to have big things." Hearing that made her think of other "big" things the Malfoys could have. Gosh she needed to get her mind out of the gutter.

"Hey, what's this?" She said holding up a piece of paper, glad for a distraction. Draco frown at the slip of parchment.

"It looks like a shopping list of sorts. 1. Cave 2. Cage 3. Dragon 4. Stag? What in the world?" Just then the Manor began to shake, a long high-pitched wail shook the walls causing plates and cups to fall and shatter on to the floor. A cupboard door swung open from the noise. Human heads rolled out of it landing with a squish on the marble, turning the milky color red with blood. Draco's body started to vibrate, his grey eyes rolled back into his head. He dropped like a rock, moaning and clutching his head.

"Draco!" Hermione cried dropping to her knees, holding his steady against the floor.

"Noooo." He moaned rocking his head back and forth so violently Hermione thought he was going to snap his neck. She grabbed onto his face, cradling his jaw in both her hands.

"Draco! Snap out of it!" Loud smacking sounds came from up the hall. Hermione really began to freak out. She dragged Draco to the butler's pantry and shut the door. She pushed a barrel in front of the door then clutched Draco to her. His face landed on her shoulder as she sat him in her lap. He continued to moan but her neck muffled it.

"Shhh…" She cooed stroking his hair with her fingers, praying that he would quit down. A crash came out side the door along with a howl. It must be that zombie like thing from the garden. It sounded like it was stumbling around, searching for them. A light touch on her neck startled her. Draco had stopped moaning but now he was nuzzling her neck. He let out a soft sigh and moved to a more comfortable position by putting a leg on each side of hers. Great. Hermione thought. She was going to die while Draco felt her up. The thing screeched and shuffled toward their hiding place. Hermione held her breath, squeezing Draco's waist. They lucked out again. She heard it move past them back to where it came. Hermione sighed in relief. But she knew that it was a matter of time before their luck ran out.