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Ch 6 Nap Attack

Draco pulled drawer after drawer out of their holes, he moved paintings, broke a music box and tried accoing the blasted key without luck. Guest room one was a flop. Hermione made a soft gasp from behind, afraid something was there Draco turned, pointing his new wand at the door only to see Hermione sitting on the bed, hand clasped over her mouth, burnt papers beside her. Relived Draco walked over and sat down.

"What's up?" He asked resisting and failing to not put a hand on her knee.

"I'm not supposed to be here." She murmured and to his great pleasure covered his hand with her own. For years Draco had had a crush on the witch. For obvious reasons he never expressed his feelings. Pure blood, Death Eater, of course making fun of her and her friends and her dating the Weasel didn't help his cause.

"Well nether am I but we have to make-"

"No. No." She cut across his sentence. Hazel eyes wide with worry. "That portkey wasn't for me, it was for Harry. Some one is trying to kill Harry" Draco held back a snort.

"Doesn't everything want to kill Potter?" A fist landed on his shoulder. "Ouch!"

"Not funny!"

"It could be."

"I could never think of death as funny Malfoy." Draco put his hands up and retreated. He didn't want to revert back to last names.

"Ok, sorry, not funny. Shesh…you Golden Trio sure get into a ton of shit huh?" Hermione cringed.

"What?"

"That name, Golden Trio…there is nothing 'Golden' about us. We did want we had to do and about 90% of the time it was illegal."

"Ah but it's only illegal if it's the wrong person doing it." She gave him a glare that faltered under a yawn.

"I didn't find the key, maybe a quick nap will help us. I'll take first watch." Draco offered. Hermione sank back onto the worn comforter and closed her eyes. After a moment she rolled to her side, facing him.

"What happen to you after the trial?" Draco sighed. He pushed up until his back rested against the carved headboard. Might as well get comfy right?

"Mother and I left. We couldn't stand to be in the Manor and no one could stand being around us. We left of India. I was surprised my mother had the strength to go; she never did anything with out Lucius."

"India…that must have been a shock." Draco smiled.

"A wonderful shock. There was so much color. Always warm. Every street was crowed with people, animals, markets full of aromatic spices and food stalls. The whole place smelled spicy and rich. The buildings were amazing. They had little castles that looked more like the cakes in the Sweet Caldron. I had a great time but it…it was hard for my mother. She missed her old life, so did I but I understood that things were not going to go back to how they used to be. We went walking one day and she wanted to go to one of the stands. We had been there for a month and I had never seen that particular place. Against my better judgment we went inside. It was a fake store, run by a group of radical wizards that thought that my mother and I shouldn't have gotten off so easily. They attacked and so did we." Draco heard Hermione's sharp intake of breath but continued on, pushing the suffocating sadness away. "They had learned where we were and they knew that we could not use strong magic, if we did the Ministry would have known and snapped them. They…mother…she, she's no longer with us." A cool small hand linked with his. She didn't say anything. Most people would have thought that was rude but when Hermione took his hand in hers, it meant more then words. He gave her hand a squeeze. Draco cleared his throat, eager to shift the topic on her now.

"What is the 'Brightest Witch of our Age' doing?" She let out a sigh.

"You're not going to believe it." Draco mock gasped.

"Did you go back to Hogwarts and take your N.E.W.T s? No that's to you. You died your hair gold so you and Weasel could match your house colors or how about-?"

"I went to get my parents back from Australia." Draco looked at the burnet.

"Why were they there?"

"I had to keep them safe from the war. Right after Dumbledore…died, Harry was going to set off to find all the Horcruxes by himself. Ron and I couldn't let him do it alone. I obliviated my parents memory right before we set off. I didn't want them to worry about me or get killed because the Death Eaters or the Ministry thought they knew where we were hiding. Plus if I died, they wouldn't have to know the pain of losing me." Draco was dumb struck. He knew Hermione was a strong women, she had to be to survive ten years of being friends with the 'Chosen One' and Weasel. He just never knew how strong she was, as crazy as it sounds. "After they got over the shock of me wiping their memories I decided to take some time off and we went away but to France. Ron and I had to drag Harry with us. Damn hero complex." Draco let out a bark of laughter.

"So even you think he had one?"

"Please! His hero complex is the largest one I think have ever graced the earth. I saw it when I sat down on the train my first year at Hogwarts, I just didn't think it was as big as it was." She yawned, curling her body closer to his.

"When we came back I started to study Transfiguration. I'm quiet good at that subject. I've talked to McGonagalll about taking over her class so she can focus on her Head Master duties more."

"So you want to be a teacher. I can see that. You always loved to boss people around." A half heart slap made him chuckle. "Go to sleep Hermione, your starting to hit like a girl." When a commit did come Draco peered down at her. She was fast asleep.

Xxxx

By day two Harry was beside himself. He had tried to trace her magic signature. It worked until he got to his living room, there it stopped. He used her favorite shirt, one with the words 'I heart Nerds' and tried to do a tracking spell. Nothing. Then he had to let the Grangers know that their daughter was missing. That went as smooth as when Ron broke his wand. Mr. Granger made it very clear that if Harry didn't get his 'little princess' back in one piece, the chances of Harry having kids would go down to about 25%.

Harry called in his best Aurors; Seamus, Neville and Dean Thomas. Luna, Ginny and George were there too. They may not be Aurors but they were smart. Ginny had asked Ron if he wanted to join, hoping that he had calmed down but he flat out refused. It had taken all the men to hold Harry back from throttling their former friend. They apparated to Harry's place to begin operation: Save Bookworm. (George's idea) Three rounds of coffee later Harry finished telling them about the last time he saw Hermione.

"Well Mate, have you thought about using a bit more dark means?" George asked, putting more emphasize on the word dark.

"I'm trying not too, it's more of a last resort." Harry tugged on his dark hair. He didn't really like using dark magic, it reminded him too much of the war.

"I've been checking around about anything that might be related and I found out that Malfoy has gone missing too." Neville said.

"Ya don't 'ink that Malfoy gots anything to do with Mione being missing do ya?" Seamus asked. Harry shook his head.

"Malfoy's a git but I don't think he would try anything to jeopardize his well being. Plus," Neville pulled out a small card from his pocket and read. "Mr. Malfoy has not shown up for his work in four days. That's two before Hermione went missing."

"What if I ask the Luighters were Hermione is?" Luna said dreamily. Ginny rolled her eyes while Dean snickered behind his hand.

"Err…ya, you do that Luna." The blonde smiled sweetly and started to hum.

"What was the last thing she touched? We could try a tracing spell that way but it has to be the very last thing she had contact with. It will give a clearer trace." Ginny explained.

"Or if we get some hair we could try to contact her spirit." Dean piped in. His grandmother was big into Divination and muggle psychics.

"Those both sound good. I think the last thing she touched was your book George." The red head grinned and leaded back in his chair making it tip dangerously on its legs.

"I knew she would cave and read it!" George had grown close to Hermione when Fred died. She hadn't pitied or acted like George was spun glass. She picked him up and dusted him off, reminding him that Fred wouldn't want him to grieve. She even tried to help him with his joke shop ideas. Ron had got jealous, thinking that Hermione was falling for George. She had told him that she wasn't in love with his brother; she loved him like her family. It had taken sometime but Ron cam around to the idea and life moved on. George on the other hand had teased both his brother and sister. Behind Hermione's back George had made humping motions to get Ron rifled up and had teased Ginny about how it was nice to have a real sister instead of a little troll. He had walked with a limp for a week.

"You have nothing to worry about Harry. We will find her. Did she mention about having any food delivered or maybe she invited someone over?" Asked Dean.

"I don't think so." Harry told the darker man. "Wait! I was expecting a muggle book."

"We need to see that book 'Arry."

Xxxx

The nap worked wonders for Hermione. Draco on the other hand was not fairing well. Sleep seemed to have drained some of Draco's sanity and it was taking them a long time to find the muggle key. As more time pasted the more shaker he became. He had to hold the lantern right next to his face and he couldn't stand in the shadows for more then five minutes.

"It's not here." Draco growled, throwing a porcelain vase at the wall. "I know it's here…it has to been." He was starting to remind her about how she first saw him. Muttering and wringing his hands, Draco paced, picking up tiny trinkets then outing them down. Cautiously, as if she was going to pet a unicorn, Hermione approached Draco with both palms up. Gently she touched his shoulder.

"Draco, It's fine. Lets check a different room." Draco slapped her hands away with a hiss.

"That key is here! I know it! I'm not stupid Granger…unless…no. No. No. NO!" He tugged on his hair, eyes screwed shut. "I don't want to take you there! I don't like it! You'll remember and hate me. I don't want you to hate me." With out warning he launched himself at her, wrapping her in his arms.

"Don't hate me Hermione." Draco whispered in her ear. Hermione sighed.

"I wont hate you Draco." His tense body relaxed with her words.

"K, I'll take you, I believe you." Hermione expected him to let go, squeaked with surprise when he lifted her and carried her back down the hall.

"Right here. Didn't want to think that it was in this room…don't look." He pushed her face into his neck as he carried her down a flight of stairs. With in seconds he let go of her neck and Hermione looked around. Her stomach sank; it was the foyer where the Snatchers brought Harry, Ron and her too. It was also the same room Bellatrix carved mudblood into her hand. The old scars tingled as they went further into the room.

"Nooo, you looked!" Draco cried out, he held her out in front of him, grey eyes wide, the black pupils were thin slits as if he was standing in a brightly lit room, instead of the dank room they were in. He bit his lip so hard blood trickled down his chin. "I'm so sorry." He whispered. "I should have done something…" He hung his head in defeat. So that's what he meant by don't hate me. Hermione understood why he didn't do anything. She didn't blame him, they were all were just trying to survive and it wasn't like they were friends. They had hated each other during school. She didn't expect him to stop his crazed aunt, she was just thankful that he had lied and said that he didn't know if it really was Harry that night.

Draco suddenly grabbed her arm and held it in front of him. It was the arm with the word mudblood carved into it. His eyes darken as he looked at the word. The gray orbs settled on her gaze. Slowly he moved her blemished arm to his mouth. He licked his lips, never breaking eye contact, leaned in and kissed her scared arm. Hermione jerked her arm away but he held tight. He kissed it again then licked a warm wet strip with his tongue up the word. Parting his lips he sucked at her wrist nibbled the licked at it. Hermione bit back a groan as he peppered the ugly mark with more wonderful attention. With each lick and kiss his pupils widen until they were completely dilated. Draco nibbled his way up her arm, to her shoulder, biting the flesh sharply then soothing it with an open mouth kiss.

"Dra…Draro, put me down." Hermiones breath came out in shutters. The pit of her tummy felt warm, all she wanted to do was find the closet bed and make use of it. Draco ignored her; too busy planting wet kisses on her arm.

"W…we have to st-OH! Do that again, will you." Draco had bit at her neck then sucked on the tendon. His tongue lapped at her plus He chuckled at her moan, "Wait…no…we have to stop."

"Do you really want to?" He breathed on her skin. Hermione shivered. Hell fucking no but yes because shagging in a place like this would not be a smart thing to do.

"Yes." After a second of hesitation she was set down.

"When we get out of this." Draco said cupping her face; tilting her face towards his. "I'm going to finish what I started. Is that a problem?" Hermione swallowed. She some how found her voice and croaked out.

"Yes, no…maybe." Draco smirked and laced their fingers together.

"I'm taking that as a yes."

Xxxx

There was another hallway off guest rooms, mostly used by Death Eaters Hermione guessed.

They were all bare, painted a deep purple, blood stains covered all flat surfaces and a single window. The only thing that stood out was a small statue in the far end room. It was an angel if you would believe it. Her hair was made of mother of pearl and she carried a silver sword.

"That's it!" Draco rushed to her side and picked up the angel. With his pointer finger he wiggled the sword back and forth. Hermione gasped when the weapon broke away to reveal a key.

"Now we just have to go to the sitting room, there is a back door to the pond and woods." Draco pocketed the key. "I'm getting hungry again. Lets stop by the kitchen the way." Hermione stomach growled in agreement. It was hard to tell when they last ate. All the clocks they had pasted were broken or had different times.

Now they had been lucky for a long time. They had been able to escape or hid without any problems…until now. Hermione and Draco walked into the large foyer practically bumping head first into a thick mass flesh. The almost faceless creature reared back and screeched. The head was split vertically, forming one giant mouth, wicked claws protruded out of its human like hands. One clawed hand swiped at Hermione but Draco pulled her down in the nick of time. They rolled to the side just as it tried to swipe at them again. Hermione and Draco ran, slipping on the carpet as they rounded corners. It was faster then any other creature they had encountered. It ran on all four, tearing the floor and walls as it leapt after them. They had no clue where they were going and they could hardly dart into a room and pray that it would leave them alone. It was hot on their heels, the heavy breathes rumbling like a car engine behind them.

"Confundus! Flipendo! Incendio! Fuck it! Crucio! " Draco screamed. The spells bounced of the creature as if Draco had threw cotton balls at it.

"We cant run forever!" Hermione yelled and just like that they came to a dead end.

"Acco Nimbus 2001! Protego!" Draco casted the shielding spell around them. The creature bashed into it. The brut shook its odd head. It's rib cage expended as it drew a breath. Smash! It hit the invisible shield with a crack.

"Come on. Come on." Draco chanted looking all over for his broom. The creature continued to use its whole body to hit the spell and by the looks of it, it was going to wear out soon.

"I'm going to have to put the shield down when our ride comes, stay behind me!" A smashing sound alerted them that said ride was close. The monster crashed it fits against the barrier, roaring like a lion. Spittle and blood splattered and slid down the surface. The barrier broke just as the broom came swerving around the corner. The broom stopped right in front of them. Draco quickly got on and pulled Hermione on. The monster lunged and grabbed on Draco's free arm. The talons ripped into soft flesh. Draco let out a scream as blood leaked out of the wounds. Hermione kicked at the muscled arm. Draco at the same time kicked off. With the force form Hermione and Draco, they were able to break free. They flew over the creature at a much faster speed then it could go. Blood flowed freely down Draco's arm.

"We have to heal that." It was an obvious thing to say but Hermione knew that boys were stubborn.

"No. Lets just move on, damn shame I didn't think of this before."

"Draco, you're bleeding! Who knows what that thing was and what germs were on it!" Draco shrugged but flinched in pain.

"Don't make me take over this broom." She threatened. He snorted.

"I thought you were afraid to fly." Draco stated.

"Harry got me over it. He fooled me into thinking he sucked at poker. We had a bet that if I won I could get Harry to do house work for a week and Harry said that if he won he could force me to do anything. Five hands latter I lost and was on a broom."

"So you really could take over this broom?"

"Yes."

"Fine, we'll stop in the bathroom and grab something for it."