Violet
It would be so cool if I actually did own Jareth the Goblin King and Harry Potter & Co.…but I don't…. :p They are just being used to spin this tale…
"Creevy." Colin suppressed a shiver at the sound of the voice. It reminded him of his Hogwarts years that were spent avoiding the owner of that arrogant drawl. He learned in recent years that though the owner's voice still held its learned arrogance it was, in fact, a friendly greeting. Considering the current issue of Hermione's inebriated state, he sighed in relief at the sound.
"Malfoy," Colin smiled, half in relief the other half tense, as he turned to face the owner of the voice. "Thank goodness you're in here today." Draco Malfoy lifted a perfectly groomed eyebrow at the young wizard. "Hermione's here. She has had too many shots and needs an escort home. I was just about to-"
"No problem," Draco interrupted. "My parents would have my head if I didn't look out for their 'precious daughter'," he sneered impishly, but was inwardly worried at the reason Hermione would decide to get pissed. Colin nodded and led him to the front of the bar. "Where is she?" Draco asked.
"I told her to wait here," Colin said worriedly. "Maybe she's waiting outside," he sounded hopeful as he left through the pub's public door followed by a worried Draco. Draco sighed.
"Hopefully she got home okay," Draco said as he opened the door for a frantic Colin.
"We need to find her," he said urgently. Draco furrowed his brows at the distraught wizard. Even in her state she could manage to make it home okay.
"I'm sure she's fine," he drawled. "She's a big witch, not a little witch who needs her hand held as she crosses Diagon Alley." Colin shook his head.
"You don't understand!" His voice rose. "She was here because of Ron Weasley!" Draco's face darkened considerably as he rounded on the pub's owner.
"What did he do?!" He demanded, a sinking feeling growing in his now knotted stomach.
"That doesn't matter right now!" Colin yelled. "She might have gone home with someone!"
"So?" Draco's voice rose. That was her business if she went home with another man. He was more concerned about what happened with the weasel. "What did the weasel do?!" He demanded again.
"We have to find her!" Colin yelled as his face turned red from embarrassment. "She promised Molly Weasley she would 'give it up' to the first person who asked her out," he squeaked.
"WHAT?!" Draco yelled, his face reddening in fury. 'Who would have thought,' he thought, but was furious now with that little piece of information offered to him. "AND YOU LEFT HER ALONE?!" He quickly sent off a patronus. "Tell me what happened now!" He yelled as he dragged Colin down the pavement towards the nearest apparition point.
"Weasley cheated on her with Lavender Brown," Colin breathed out as Draco half dragged him down the empty street. Draco's fist tightened on Colin's collar. "They're pregnant and have been planning their wedding this whole time. Mrs. Weasley blamed Mione for the whole thing."
"WHAT?!" Another voice yelled. Colin shivered at the sound waves reverberating around the empty street. He would have done anything to avoid giving the owner of that voice this news.
"Father," Draco said with a polite tilt of his head as he continued dragging Colin along behind him. Poor Colin was wrenched from Draco's grip by his lapels and lifted off his feet as Lucius Malfoy shook him.
"Where did you hear this?!" The elder Malfoy demanded. "You will speak of this to no one until I clear everything up! I will not have my Mi's name dragged along behind that weasel!"
"Father," Draco pulled Colin away, to the young man's relief. "We have a bigger cauldron to deal with at the moment. Mi is missing," Draco glared half-heartedly at Colin.
"WHAT?!" Lucius Malfoy roared even louder than the first time. A few pigeons flew off the tops of roofs in fright. Draco shifted uncomfortably as he eyed his father.
"What do you mean missing?" Narcissa asked as she stepped out from behind her husband.
"I told you I would take care of this," Lucius hissed at his wife. Narcissa glared at her husband who flinched away in return, mumbling an apology.
"Well you see," Colin began hesitantly. "It all started out with Ron Weasley-" Narcissa barely contained herself from yelling at hearing that name.
"To make a long story short," Draco interrupted. "The weasel cheated with Lavender Brown, the mother Weasel blamed her, and Mi promised to 'lose it' to the first person who asked her out-"
"WHAT?!" Lucius roared yet again and Narcissa yelled along with her husband, scaring off the rest of the pigeons, both of them turning red from anger. Colin shivered, suddenly considering apparating away from the trio of blonds.
"Colin was about to escort her home when she went missing from his pub," Draco finished as he rubbed his abused ears. Lucius swiftly grabbed Colin's lapels again and shook him as he spoke.
"How did our Mi end up missing from your establishment?!" Lucius yelled at the poor wizard. Narcissa and Draco pulled a frightened Colin away from their enraged family patriarch.
"Contain yourself," Narcissa hissed at her husband. "Why do you say she's missing?" She asked the two young wizards.
"I was about to escort her home when she made me go and grab my coat," Colin explained. "Draco found me on the way to my office and offered to escort her home for me. When we went back for her she was gone." Narcissa closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.
"Draco go to Harry's home and find out if she's there," Narcissa ordered. "Lucius, check the nearest hotels, muggle and wizard. I will go to her home and her flat, and then wait at the Manor if she happens to pop in today. Thank you Mister Creevy, for bringing this to our attention," she said as the Malfoy men and herself apparated away to their designated locations.
O.o.O.o
Draco muttered to himself as he walked up the pavement to 12 Grimmauld Place. If there was one thing he dreaded doing this was it. He gathered his scattered thoughts as he mentally prepared his speech to the Boy Wonder. He would rather not think about his 'sister' loosing it to a stranger and was sure Harry Potter would soon be sharing the same thoughts as he lifted his hand to lift the knocker.
"Malfoy," George Weasley drawled. "If you're here to comfort our dear Mione she's not here. If you are here looking to pound away on my dear baby brother you have the wrong home. He's still taking a beating from my dear baby sister at Hermione's flat." Draco smirked at the thought of taking a chance to pummel the weasel but they all had a bigger cauldron brewing at the moment.
"As much as I would like to take that offer," Draco drawled, "there is a bigger problem to deal with at the moment." George crossed his arms as he waited for the blond to elaborate. "Hermione is missing," Draco stated baldly. George stiffened. "She was at Colin's pub earlier and had too much to drink. According to Creevy she promised your mother she would 'lose it' to the first person who asked her home-"
"What!" George yelled as his face suddenly clashing fiercely with his hair. "Go to Hermione's flat," George ordered. "Harry and Ginny are still there. I'll contact Bill and Charlie so we can start searching."
"My mother is already searching her home, flat, and the Manor," Draco said. "My father has already started searching wizard and muggle hotels."
"Then we'll help him," George said determinedly. "I already know she won't go to the Burrow."
"I'm sure he'll appreciate the help," Draco tilted his head politely and made his way to the apparition point to inform Harry of their 'sister's' disappearance. George sighed and made his own way to the floo to contact his own family to alert them of their missing member.
O.o
"Tom," Lucius Malfoy greeted the owner of the Leaky Cauldron politely. The old wizard glared at the former Death Eater. Lucius fought the urge to roll his eyes and placed three galleons on the counter top. Tom greedily reached for them but Lucius covered the coins before the wizard could snatch them away.
"Has Hermione Granger, or anyone she may have come in with, requested a room?" Lucius hissed quietly, keeping his cool mask in place and trying not to glare back at the old man.
"Not recently," Tom answered in his raspy voice.
Lucius gave the man a nod after a few seconds and left the galleons behind. 'Money always made people so much more amenable,' he sighed as he exited the Leaky. He looked disdainfully at the muggle contraptions rolling down the streets. If there was one thing he did not like about them is the machinery they made that polluted the air. Other than that he could now tolerate them, they were not as barbaric as he had once thought them to be. He had Hermione to thank for his change in opinion and learned ways.
O.o
Narcissa apparated into the backyard of the home that Hermione inherited from her parents. She gave the building a sad glance before striding to the back door and letting herself in, only to hear nothing but silence and see nothing but furniture and no body standing, sitting, or lying about the house. She sighed and set up a few wards to alert her if someone entered the home before disapparating.
She apparated to the front doorstep of Hermione's flat. 'The little leech,' she sneered, letting herself into the apartment, not caring if the weasel was still inside. She was itching to hex some of his important bits.
"Mrs. Malfoy." Narcissa's wand was instantly in her hand, a hex on the tip of her tongue when she realised the owner of the voice had raven hair instead of ginger. Harry gave her a small smile. "Please Harry, call me Cissa. Mrs. Malfoy is Lucius's mother," the woman smiled at the young man.
"Are you looking to hex him?" Harry motioned to her wand. Narcissa laughed.
"I was looking for Hermione, but I figured the trip would have been more than satisfying if I got to hit him with a hex or two," she answered with a gleeful smile that made Harry sure that he would never want to be at the receiving end of Narcissa Malfoy's wand.
"Hermione left a few hours ago," Ginny answered, coming out of the bedroom with a pile of clothes and going into the bathroom.
"Are you all right?" Narcissa asked the young woman. Ginny nodded, but wiped away at the tears still falling from her eyes. Narcissa embraced the distraught girl.
"In all my life the thought of wishing for a better mother never occurred to me," Ginny said quietly into Narcissa's shoulder. "I don't know who that woman was today." She turned and set the contents inside the tub afire, burning the clothing to dust with a flick of her wand, and then rinsing the dust down the drain.
"I take it that was your brother's clothing," Narcissa laughed.
"Of course," Ginny smirked. "And the hilarious thing is he can't blame Mione for it!" The two women laughed.
O.o.O
Arthur Weasley was highly disappointed in his wife and son. Two of his family members openly disparaged another member of their own family, his family, and to say he was livid was an understatement. Hermione was like a daughter to him and he, Arthur Weasley, would do anything for her as he would for his own daughter Ginerva. The Weasley patriarch saw no difference between the two girls. Sure one of his girls did not have the notable ginger hair but his heart saw no differently than his eyes.
Molly P. Weasley would apologise to his daughter, he would see to it personally that his wife's apology was contrite. As for his son...Arthur was ashamed of his own child's actions. He definitely raised his children better than this, his older children were a testament to that fact. It was Molly who spoilt their youngest son. Arthur sighed as he hastily made his way to the apparition point at the Burrow to help with the search of one of his children and, hopefully, put a stop to her from keeping a foolish promise.
O.o.O.o
The drawing room at 12 Grimmauld Place was packed with family and friends. All were worried about one Hermione Jean Granger who had been missing for two days now. Lucius Malfoy had his arms wrapped around his silently weeping wife as his worried son held her hand to offer her his comfort. Harry Potter paced the length of the room and constantly ran his fingers through his already messy raven hair.
"Sit!" Severus Snape hissed at the pacing wizard. Harry threw a half-hearted glare at his former potions professor before taking a seat in an armchair near the fireplace.
"Has everyone given up?!" Harry suddenly yelled at the occupants of the room and ignored the infamous glares of Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape, which was a feat in its own.
"You know as well as the next person that everyone is doing everything their best to bring Hermione home!" Severus hissed.
"Even I have called in my last favour to bring our Mi home safely," Lucius Malfoy's tone was harsh. Narcissa buried her face further into his shoulder to muffle a sob. Harry flinched at his words and mumbled an apology to everyone in the room. Kingsley sighed and rubbed his face before rising from his seat.
"As much as I would like to stay here until we hear from Hermione," his deep voice cut through the tense silence. "I have to return to my office before, Merlin forbid, Miss Edgecombe leaks more false information to the Daily Prophet. I'm afraid she has already compromised her position," he sighed yet again. Harry and Neville glared at the name of the former, temporary, D.A. Member.
"There will be a sizeable donation to a department or charity of your choice if that bi-" Lucius sucked in a breath from his wife's painful pinch. "Witch," he quickly corrected himself, "was to not receive a recommendation for another job." Kingsley nodded in understanding before taking his leave.
I originally did not want to include Lucius and Narcissa, but someone wanted me to and this is a small part of the result…it is awkward for me using them this way….I hope the results are not too shaky...