I cannot apologise enough about my lack of updates!
I have been flat chat with boring real life stuff, which sucked majorly.
However, I am back and have decided to make it up to y'all with an extra long chapter.
Thank you for being patient
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New World Order
A Dramione FanFiction
Chapter Seven
Hermione sat shamefaced in Ron's parlour. He placed a steaming mug of tea in front of her.
"Thank you." She said, her voice low and husky. Ron sat opposite her, his face filled with an unspoken annoyance. Hermione sat there awkwardly.
"So… You think the Polyjuice potion is ready?" She asked with a voice filled with false spirit. Ron merely nodded.
"Well, that's, that's really good!" Hermione smiled falsely.
"Yeah." Ron replied dully, taking a sip from his mug. Hermione stared at him, unsure of what to do.
"So… um… Who are we posing as?" Hermione asked.
"Penelope Clearwater and Hannah Abbott."
"Penelope and Hannah?" Hermione questioned concerned, "I didn't even know they worked at the Gentlemen's Club!"
"Yeah, they work in the kitchen." Ron replied nonchalantly.
"When did you collect their hair?"
"After you left last night."
"Oh." Hermione could feel the guilt creep up her spine, "Ron, I am so sorry about my behaviour last night, I can't –"
"Just leave it Hermione." Ron replied bluntly.
"I feel awful and I just –"
"Hermione, leave it."
Hermione opened her mouth to retaliate but decided against it.
"So, when do you think we should use it?"
Ron shrugged his shoulders and took another sip.
"Dunno… Whenever you want I guess."
"Ok, well, I'll try and have a word to Ginny and then we can go from there."
"Great."
"So, um… what is going to happen with Pansy?" Hermione asked anxiously. She knew she shouldn't push the subject, but couldn't help herself. Ron let out a sigh.
"I don't know." He ran his fingers through his hair, "She's sleeping in another room, so I'm guessing it won't be good."
Hermione reached out and took Ron's hand.
"You do know how much I appreciate this, don't you?" She asked. Ron nodded.
"Yeah, I know."
Hermione sat there for a moment waiting for Ron to continue, but he didn't. She stood up and smoothed her dress.
"Well, I guess I better go."
Ron followed suit.
"Mmm, yeah, I'll see you later."
Ron went in for a kiss on the cheek, but thought better of it, covering it up with an itch on his elbow. Hermione bowed her head and left, her self esteem in tatters.
"Granger, would just…relax… or something. You're making me nervous." Draco sniffed.
Hermione was sitting upright on Draco's lap. Nothing could make her relax tonight. The plan had been set. It was all to happen tonight. Both Hermione and Ginny had a small vial of Polyjuice potion concealed on their person. When the time was right they would excuse themselves to go to the bathroom, take the potion, put on the servant uniform left there by Ron and then slip out the back. From there Neville would be waiting to take them back to wherever the Order was hiding.
Hermione glanced nervously over at Ginny. They had decided to wait until the men were considerably drunk so they wouldn't notice.
"Granger, would you just lean back!" Draco hissed. Hermione did as she was told immediately.
"You're stiff as board. What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"Nothing." Hermione smiled weakly, "Nothing is wrong."
Draco narrowed his eyes.
"Is it that time of the month?"
Hermione scowled almost instantly. Draco rolled his eyes.
"I take it that it is then. Well, that rules out sex tonight. Guess it'll just be head instead." He smirked. Hermione opened her mouth to retaliate, but instead asked him if he wanted another drink.
"Looks, like you're finally learning Granger. I'll take a firewhiskey."
Hermione got up off Draco's lap and moved to the drinks table. Ginny did the same.
"Ugh, at this rate it will take forever." Ginny sighed.
"I know. I guess we just have to wait it out." Hermione replied. They both poured a drink in their master's respective glasses. As they turned to return Ginny grabbed Hermione's free hand.
"I'm scared." She whispered.
"It'll be ok. We just have to believe that it will be ok." Hermione squeezed Ginny's hand, before returning to Draco's lap.
Many hours passed and finally the boys were making merry. Theodore was dancing rather violently with his new mistress; Pansy was watching them sulkily from a corner. Draco, Blaise and Lucius were in a rather heated, yet light hearted discussion and Ron watched over it all from a corner, a brooding look on his face.
Ginny gave Hermione a stern look and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Blaise asked sternly.
"I need to go to the bathroom." Ginny said quietly. Blaise studied her figure.
"I guess you may go." He replied nonchalantly.
"May I accompany Madam Weasley?" Hermione asked Draco. She gave him her best rendition of puppy dog eyes.
"Sure babe, but give us a kiss first." Draco smiled his eyes full of malice. He wanted to embarrass her as much as possible. Wasn't it enough that she had to ask to go to the toilet?
She pressed her lips to Draco's. "Just think," she told herself, "this will be the last time you have to do this."
"Don't be gone to long." He smiled and slapped her on her arse as a way of dismissing her.
Hermione linked arms with Ginny and crossed the room to the long hallway. They passed Ron on the way, giving him a knowing look.
They almost sprinted down the hallway to the bathroom. Ginny slammed the door open and hitched up her skirt, pulling a small vial from her underwear. Hermione pulled out hers from her cleavage.
Ginny let out a small "Oh".
"What?" Hermione asked concerned.
"I just never thought to put it there!"
Hermione let out a loud giggle as she then reached into her clutch and carefully extracted to hairs. She passed one to Ginny.
"Well, bottoms up!" She smiled and with a single gulp, she swallowed the potion. All of a sudden, Hermione's darkened seductive curls, lengthened into mousey blonde frizzy ringlets. Her nose lengthened to a point and her eyes became a watery blue. She turned to Ginny, who was now the spitting image of Hanna Abbott, with her bright pink complexion and blonde silky hair.
"I will never get used to this." Ginny sighed.
Both girls headed to the end toilet and put on the all black uniform, dumping their old clothes. Hermione adjusted Ginny's collar.
"Ready to go?" Hermione asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be." Ginny smiled half heartedly.
The two friends hugged, scared this could be their last time together. Hermione sniffed.
"This is not the time for crying!" Ginny exclaimed, although the words stuck in her throat. They held hands and left the room.
Both Hermione and Ginny felt extremely nervous as they began the long walk to the back door at the end of the corridor. They tried to walk at an inconspicuous pace, but seemed to be failing at it. The hardest part would be when the got to the kitchen, as it was situated about a metre from the door they needed to exit out of. On top of that they had to make sure they didn't get seen by the real Hannah and Penelope.
The sound of their footsteps bounced off the walls as they turned the final corner. There it was. Like a shining beacon of hope. Hermione took a large calming breathe as they approached it. They were going to make it! She couldn't believe their luck.
"Clearwater!" A voice barked. Hermione turned around sharply.
"Y-y-yes?" She stuttered.
"Have you put out the hor d'ourves?" The squat witch asked. "She must be the head of the kitchen." Hermione thought.
"Well I –"
Before she could answer, the witch answered for her.
"I know you haven't! Get in there and do it now!" The woman barked. Hermione, unsure of what to do, nodded.
"And you! Abbott! What are you doing here? I told you earlier you are no longer required! Leave the premises!"
"O-ok." Replied Ginny. The witch stomped back into the kitchen.
"Wait for me outside, I'll be there in a moment."
"Be quick! We don't have that long. It won't be long and it'll wear off."
"CLEARWATER!" Screamed the witch from inside the kitchen.
"I'll be fine." Hermione said with a reassuring tone, "I'll see you in a tick."
Hermione ducked inside the kitchen doors.
"Quick, quick! They're right there!" The bossy witch pointed. Hermione picked up the large tray and exited. She walked hurriedly down the corridor. She was walking so quickly she didn't see Blaise walking towards her and slammed into him, the food falling to the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" She cried, getting on her knees to clear up the mess.
"It's fine." Blaise muttered, hurrying past her. He took a few steps and stopped.
"You haven't, by any chance, seen my mistress have you? She's been gone for almost an hour." He asked. Hermione looked up at him and tried to arrange her features into something that didn't look like guilt.
"Your mistress?" She asked.
"Don't play dumb Clearwater. We went to school together. You used to date Percy, I know you know who Ginny is."
Hermione's face flushed.
"I haven't seen her Blaise." She said, hanging her head. Blaise grabbed her face and lifted it to meet his.
"You'll address me Sir." He snarled.
"I'm sorry Sir." She whispered. Zabini's snarl changed into a look of confusion.
"Clearwater, what is happening to your face."
"Oh, oh, nothing sir." Hermione said hurriedly, trying to free her face.
"Merlin! It's you Granger! MALFOY! COME QUICK! COME QUICK!" Blaise yelled.
Hermione pulled from his grip and began to run back down the corridor. She could hear Blaise's footsteps behind her. She turned the corner, the door in sight. Blaise was getting closer. Hermione's hand pulled the door open. There was Ginny and Neville waiting on a broom stick for her.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Blaise screamed.
"GO!" Hermione cried, her body falling to the floor. She could see Neville kick off from the ground, as Ginny screamed for them to turn back.
What the hell was she going to do now?