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Ch 5 Wine and Dine.
Draco woke to the taste of cotton in his mouth. He sat up groggily, swaying slightly with the effort. The room spun like a dull kaleidoscope, making his stomach roll. He promptly turned and threw up. After the left over contents of his stomach was splattered on the floor Draco stood on shaky legs. At first he didn't have a clue on what happened. He was in the kitchen with Hermione, they found a weird list then…then, oh Merlin! The quaking house, heads, blood, screams, Hermione! He had passed out. He left her alone! Panic laced through Draco.
"Hermione!" He tried to call out but it sounded more like a muffled rasp. He had to find her. He stumbled to the door, pushing it out of his way. He burst out of the pantry like a bat out of hell. He looked wildly around for the brunet. His eyes met her hazel ones across the room. Her cheeks turned a rosy red. She down casted her eyes, becoming fascinated with the glass in her hand.
"Oh good, your up." Hermione said, still choosing not to look at him. Even with her staring at the glass like it was going to jump up in sing, she had made her voice sound like she was greeting him from a well-rested night sleep at a five star hotel instead of the nightmare they were living.
"Your ok?" He crooked out. Her bright green-brown eyes narrowed.
"You need water, here." She placed a tall glass of water into his hand. "This will help if your throat is dry." He drank it greedy, letting the metallically water wash away the bile and stale taste on his palate. He put the glass down with a clink. Hermione handed him a chipped plate with a thick slice of brown bread and an apple. None of it was old, in fact the bread looked to be freshly made and the apple just picked.
"Thank heaven for forever fresh food charms or we would have been eating nothing." Hermione said picking up her own plate. She took a nibble of bread, her pink lips parting to let the food slip in. She had taken off her plain blue tee, now a skintight grey tank top hugged her curvy body. Draco wondered if someone turned up the heating charm cause he was getting quite warm under the collar. To distract himself, Draco took a huge bite of bread. They stood in silence the only sound coming form the crisp bite from the apple.
"I was thinking about your…um…moments." Hermione said after polishing off her apple. Draco nodded for her to explain.
"You came to the conclusion that the dark makes you lose a bit of her mind, yet we spent a good portion in the dark and you didn't seem effected. But when the house started to spaz on us and you saw the heads roll out you had what looked like a seizer. Then when we were hiding…" Hermione bite her bottom lip color bloomed again in her cheeks. Draco waved a hand for her to continue.
"Well you um… calmed down after you…sniffed me." Draco choked on the chunk of apple in his mouth.
"What?" He rasped out form his fit of coughing
"You were sniffing and nuzzling me so I think that human contact keeps your sanity high." Draco felt embarrassed. He had felt her up. Bloody Perfect.
"Sorry?" He knew it came out more lie a question but really how doesn't one react after hearing that?"
"It's fine?" Her answer sounded like a question too. Draco relaxed by a fraction, at lest he wasn't alone in the uncomfortable department.
"We need to think of a plan to get out of here. We cant be wandering around hoping and exit will drop out of the sky." Hermione collected their used dishes and put them in the sink. Draco pulled himself on the counter top. After a moment it hit him. He slapped his leg, letting out an 'aha'.
"Blood Portkey! Merlin! Why didn't I think of this before!" He jumped gracefully form his perch. "Out pasted the lake there is a hollowed out tree. No one but my father, mother and myself know of the Blood Portkey there. We just need to get to it." Blood Portkeys were different form the average Portkey. It wasn't timed and it didn't need a spell to make it work. Just give a few drops of pureblood then say your destination and wah-la! Instant out. Draco had been expecting to see Hermione smiling and praising him but instead she looked cresset fell.
"There will be wards around the tree right? How can we get to the Portkey with out magic? I know some wand less spells but they aren't powerful enough to get through the wards your parents must have put up to protect it." She frowned, chewing on her lip. Draco slumped slightly. Damn it! It wasn't until Draco saw a broken wine glass did he know what to do.
"I know where to get one."
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Draco was smiling like a cat that got cream.
"You know where to get our wands?" He shook his head; the glossy strands fell into his eyes making Hermione's fingers itch to brush them away.
"Not our wands but a wand. You see, as the Dark Lord started to lose power my father became paranoid about everything. He got so bad that he started to hide wands around the house. After the Lords fall the ministry searched our home for anything dark or anything that could no longer be in our possession. There is a chance that they didn't find the wand in the wine cellar." Hermione felt excitement bubble up in her chest. She felt a grin split her lips but didn't stop it. This hidden wand was a long shot but it was better then nothing.
The wine cellar was just off the kitchen and after other slice of bread they went down the rotting steps. It was at lest twenty degrees cooler then the upper floors causing goose pimples to rise on her arms. Draco held up the lantern, the glow penetrating only a few feet. Already she could hear Draco's breaths turn fast, as if he had been running. She didn't think, she just reached out and grasped his hand, linking their fingers together. He started but held on to her hand.
"The wand, if I remember right, was hidden in the privet wine section. Now if only I could see." He muttered, squinting into the darkness.
Twice Hermione stubbed her toe on a wine barrel. Hissing at her smarting foot Hermione almost missed a flash of movement in front of them.
"Lumos." Said a familiar voice. The room lit up from the spell. Hermione screamed.
"Harry!" Harry stood before them or what was left of Harry that is. His left arm looked as if had been torn form its socket. An ugly gash cut across his stumbled face. Guts and blood dripped steadily down his front. Hermione couldn't believe her friend was even standing.
"Hermione, thank god." He said, slipping back into his muggle roots. "You have to help me Mione…there's so much blood, Ron and Ginny…ooh…why did you leave us?" He staggered forward. Hermione felt tears weld up in her eyes.
"It's ok Harry. I'll help you!" She made to move but and strong hand held her in place. She yanked at the grip but it didn't loosen.
"Mione why are you coming? You have to help." His green eyes held tears, He put a blood soaked arm out, reaching for her. Warm tears wet her cheeks. How she hated to see Harry so up set.
"Draco let me go, cant you see he's hurting?" Harry's head snapped to the direction of Draco.
"Malfoy? What's he doing here?" Harry snapped, his wand sparking red at his words. "You need to help me Hermione…" He pleaded.
"Draco. Let. Me. Go."
"No. Hermione, that's not Potter. Think! Use that big brain of yours. How could Harry get in inside the Manor? Draco pulled her back so his front was to her back. Harry glared angrily at Draco.
"Don't listen to that Ferret! I'm really here, everyone is here and we were attacked. Moine…Ron is worried about you." Hermione stopped her struggling.
"Wha…what did you say?" Harry paled, his green eyes widen.
"Um… Ron, he's worried and-"
"Your not Harry. You're right Draco, sorry." The fake Harry looked out raged.
"Hermione! Why are you taking that Death Eaters side!" He stormed toward them an angry glint in his eyes.
"Ridiculous!" She yelled. 'Harry' froze mouth open in shock before turning into a cute little kitten wearing round glasses. "Ridiculous!" She exclaimed again. Pop! He was the sorting hat.
"Ridiculous." Draco's deep voice vibrated up her spine. Pop! The hat became a can opener. It started to flash between a shoe. a wolf with a handle bar mustache , a scary looking tree and a butterfly wearing tennis shoes. The boggart burst into smoke.
"Thanks." Hermione whispered. Draco lend forward, resting his chin on the top of her head, rubbing his warm hands up and down her air chilled arms. She relaxed into him letting him comfort her. Even though it wasn't truly Harry bleeding out in front of her it still shock her to her core.
"No problem…so your greatest fear is Harry getting hurt?" He said stiffly.
"Yes and no. I'm afraid of anyone I love getting hurt. The boggart must have used the last person on my mind. I was thinking about all the shit I got into with Harry and when I finally thought it was over I get sent here."
"Hmm." He hummed. "Looks like we have to keep an eye open for meat monsters and boggarts." Hermione chuckled at the new name he gave the monster for the garden.
They roamed around; check under every barrel for a secret latch Draco said might be there. Hermione almost gave up hope when Draco let out a whoop.
"Found it! Right under the 1378 Wenfree Wendles Vineyard, white wine. Feels like I need to give it a drop or two of blood." He stood the raked his hand down the stonewall. Blood welled up from one scratch. He bent and stuck his hand under the wide barrel. A faint click sounded and the barrels side popped open. Hermione lifted the secret door above her head and snatched the wand from the pillow it was resting on.
"Got it! Now what?" Draco straighten up and dusted his pant legs free of dirt.
"I know this is going to sound silly but we need to get a key form the guest room."
"A key? How muggle of you." Draco's smirk did funny things to her stomach. It seemed to say that he had a secret and it was one you were willing to give your arm for.
"Yes, it is very muggle and no wizard would expect the Malfoys to use a key for anything. The key opens the trunk and the wand takes care of the wards. We can go through the wine cellar to the study, my father had a hidden door down here and from there we can get to the guest room."
They felt around the room and found the hidden door panel. Hermione went first up the steps; the spiral shape turned steeply up then narrowed until they were crawling along. They came out threw a painting of a forest. The room was stuffy both in air and style. The winged back chair behind the black desk, looked stiff and hard. A large silver mirror hung in front of a liquor bar. Some unlabeled gold fluid was still in a crystal goblet. The bookcases stood empty probably stripped from the dark objects that had claimed their home there. The black and faded silver Persian rug muffled their steps. Hermione wrinkled her nose with discuss when she spotted a row of stuffed house elf head on the wall. Their eyes and mouth sewn shut with thick string. The smell of mildew hung heavy in the air. So this was Malfoy Seniors office. Fucking lovely.
Hermione followed Draco out the room, down the hall and into one of many guest rooms. At lest it didn't smell like a bog. It was almost pretty, soft greens and creams were a nice touch. Hermione wandered to the fireplace. Inside there were burned pieces of parchment. As gently as she could Hermione thumbed through the burned pieces.
L,
You told me that he would be there. Next time, be right.
N.
L,
You are gravely disappointing me. I thought you wanted things to be right again? One more screw up and you'll regret it.
N.
L,
Your idea is intriguing. I will use the book.
N.
L,
Got th-
The rest was unreadable, too charred to make out. Book? What could that mean… She reread them. One line stuck out at her. 'Use the book', it was like a light bulb went off in her head. The paper slipped threw her fingers, landing messily on the carpet. Harry's new book! She wasn't meant to be in the Manor, Harry was! If he didn't use his lunch break on comforting her he would have touched the book and been shipped into this horror. How the bloody fucking hell didn't she see this before. Some one was once again trying to kill Harry!