New World Order
A Dramione FanFiction
Chapter Four
Hermione sat on one of the chaise lounges in her sitting room, her eyes gazing out onto Diagon Alley below. Of course Malfoy lived in a townhouse, one of the best. Something his father had given him for his seventeenth birthday, his coming of age.
She could see the poor, the hungry, begging for their lives in the street below. It broke her heart. In her minds eye she could see Ron, Harry and herself sitting at the ice creamery, laughing, enjoying life, without a care in the world. That was when the sun shone. Not anymore. Nothing but over cast drizzly days. She looked down upon the entrance. A flash of red hair beneath a cloak.
All dreadful thoughts left Hermione's head as her heart lifted. Visitors!
Alaimo, the house elf, entered the room with a loud "pop".
"Mistress, there be visitors for you."
"Send them in." She replied with a warm smile. She stood up and smoothed her dark sapphire blue gown. Alaimo returned with two cloaked figures.
"Messer Weasley and his sister Mistress Weasley are here to see you." He announced with a flourish. Both figures removed their hoods and bowed politely, their flaming red hair brightening the room. Hermione beamed and ran to the side of her friends.
"There is no need for formalities here!" She smiled pulling the both into an embrace. Ginny let out a giggle.
"Alright Hermione, settle down." Ron said with a chuckle, his hand lingering over the small of her back.
Hermione motioned for them to join her beside the fire. Ginny sat beside her on the lounge, taking her friends hand in hers. Ron chose to lean against the fire surround. He took a deep breath.
"So, 'Mione, I've been –"
"Does anyone want tea?" Hermione interrupted.
"Uh, no thanks. So, um, I've been thinking that –"
"Ooh! I'd love a cup." Ginny sighed.
"So, I've been thinking that with –"
"I'll just get Alaimo… Alaimo!" Hermione shouted.
"Regards to the plan we should –"
"Oh, you know what I'll just sum-"
This time Hermione was interrupted.
"WOULD YOU JUST LET ME FINISH!" Ron bellowed. Both Hermione and Ginny sat bolt upright. He let out a sigh.
"I have been thinking about a way of getting you out of here,"
"Oh." Hermione said quietly.
"And the best I can think of is that one night at the club I slip you both some Polyjuice Potion and you take the form of a servant in which you could then both escape. I've maintained contact with Mum and she said that they'd take you in."
There was silence as both girls processed the information that had been given them.
"Ron, surely that is just too simple." Hermione sighed gently.
"That's why it's so brilliant! Because it is so simple!" Ron replied enthusiastically. Both girls looked apprehensively at Ron.
"Ron I – "
"Look, Hermione, it's the best chance we've got."
Hermione let out a sigh. It was true. It wasn't as if he could do some daring rescue and sweep her off her feet. She looked to Ginny.
"What's the worse that could happen? We're already in hell." Her friend said with a sad look. Hermione nodded.
"Ok, let's do this."
Draco let out a loud sigh and collapsed into the nearest armchair.
"Granger? Granger!" He called. He never really could bring himself to call her Hermione. It was too close to home. This way he could distance himself.
Hermione's face appeared from around a corner.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you arrive. I thought you would have been home earlier." She bowed her head, shamefaced.
"It's ok. Just get me a drink, ok?"
Hermione went over and busied herself with the drinks cabinet.
"Do I dare ask about work?"
Draco rubbed his brow. What was he to say about work? It was shit. It was awful. Never had he hated something so much. It was such saddening work, seeing these poor bastards give up an entire lifetime of memories just so they could get out of this hell hole. He couldn't even comprehend doing such a thing. To just give up your entire life, start again with nothing? He didn't think he could survive.
"Same as always." He replied, "Some witch fucked up a man's memory, lost everything instead of leaving him with some form of knowledge, so that was just dandy and Blaise complained all day about Ginny growing pubic hair or some shit. I don't know."
Draco looked up at Hermione who was standing beside him, a beaker of firewhiskey in her outstretched hand. He took it gladly.
"You look different." He mumbled into his glass as he stared at her face.
"Oh. Um…" Hermione blushed, "I, um, thought I'd try something different. Get back to the old me you know? Just a bit of mascara, less product in my hair…"
"Well stop it. I don't like it." Draco said bluntly.
Hermione was taken a back. His words cut like a knife. She didn't know why she was surprised, it's not like Draco didn't insult her regularly.
"You'll dress like the whore that you are." He yawned as he stood up and stretched. "Go prepare yourself for bed. Have you had dinner?"
Hermione nodded.
"Then I shall be up shortly."
Hermione stood for a moment before her master, silently fuming, her wounds still stinging.
"Well, go." Draco said impatiently, making a "shooing" motion with his hand. Hermione lowered her head and began to climb the stairs. She stopped at turned.
"Will you be fucking me tonight?" She spat.
"Yes. Now get upstairs and loose the fucking attitude."
Hermione stomped her way up to the bedroom.
Draco let out a cry of frustration.
"Stupid bitch." He muttered under his breath as he swallowed the last of his drink, slamming the glass down on the small table beside him. He began to pace up and down not sure of his next move.
"Mother fucker!" He cursed. Why did she have to make everything so difficult?
He stormed up the stairs towards his bedroom and slammed open the door. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Draco let out almost a sigh of relief. If Hermione had been there Merlin only knows what he would have done. He sat down on the end of his bed, cradling his head in his hands. He wished everything could go back to how it used to be. That there was no registration, no new world order, no Voldemort. Deep down Draco wished that his mother was still here.