"Here, we are!" Harry stated dragging Hermione up to the door in the far corner. Everything was quiet, but it felt different….more natural. She watched as Harry swung the door open; revealing a well decorated room. It was decorated in colors of red and gold. It was very Gryffindor. It reminded her of the girl dormitories in the Gryffindor Tower.
"Whose's room is this?" Hermione asked watching as Harry placed her stuff on the bed with one swing of the arm. He looked back at her with his deep green eyes and smiled slightly.
"It was Sirius's room." Hermione began to shake her head. It was too soon... "It's fine that you are staying in this room, 'Mione. He wouldn't have cared. Probably would have like what we are doing now anyway. " No sadness radiated from him like she thought it would. Hermione sighed in contempt. He wasn't going to give in; it was his nature to fight in what he believed in. She walked into the room and opened the large curtains to let in some light. The room instantly shimmered; her eyes dilated from the large amount. "They're going to look for you, Hermione." She looked back at Harry. "They have searched for you for so long; they aren't going to give up on you now." He was leaning up against the bed posts with his arms crossed.
"I know, Harry. I just can't deal with them right now." Hermione muttered looking out the gothic window. "I don't want to be sucked into that pureblood life. Its so alluring...impossible to ignore." Harry nodded as if he understood.
"Its not just going to be them….the Order will be looking for us as well. They will probably be mad as hell." Harry muttered looking at the door. Ginny had yet to re-enter the room; she had instantly ran to the library; probably to floo Ron to Grimmauld. He looked back at Hermione and watched as she observed the nature outside. Harry knew that she was dealing with this wrong; but he couldn't help but want her to stay with him. She was like the sister he never had. He always felt protective of her.
"We will deal with that when the time comes." Hermione muttered. She thought for a second before returning her gaze to Harry. "Did you receive any letters from Mum and Dad? I didn't seem to get any at the Manor." Harry could hear the edge in her voice. She was worried about her family; he knew that Hermione wouldn't forget them. They were the ones that raised her.
"No, actually." Harry muttered listening to the rampaged footsteps that belonged to Ginny Weasely. "Maybe the post was switched by accident." Hermione shook her head. Something was off. She had sent them letters before she sent open to Ginny that night. Ginny ran into the room and jumped onto the bed.
"Ron has to sneak out. The Burrow is filled with the Order. They are looking for you." She stated looking at her best friend. "I could hear Blaise...he was searching for Ron. It was funny actually." She snickered at the thought. Ginny sighed looked at Harry and smiled. "Are the wards set…floo blocked?" Harry nodded his head.
"Of course, nobody can get in without my permission." Harry stated sitting on the bed beside Ginny.
"It won't last. It can be broken by curse breakers." Hermione muttered. "We will have to move soon; in a week or two." Harry agreed. There was a few curse breakers in the Order and it would take long before they realized where they were.
Blaise glared at Ron as his mother continued to talk to the Weasely Matron. It was so aggravating...Blaise felt that she would come here. He had thought that the Weasely clan was a second family to her. Yet neither Maria, Ginny, Harry were at the Burrow. As he searched through the house; Blaise could have sweared that he heard Ginny talking. Where were they??
"Where could she have gone?" Claudia asked Molly. They were both sitting on the couch. In Claudia's hand was a round glass that was filled with Fire Whiskey. Molly had thought she would need something stronger than tea. Ron was leaning up againist the wall; close to the winding staircase. There was something about the way Ron was acting that made he feel that he was covering up something. Blaise watched as Ron twitched out of reaction to his mother's question. HE knew where they were! Blaise could feel Ron's fear from where he was standing. it was like a tidal wave of raw emotion; almost sickening. Blaise watched as the boy in question began to walk his way towards the stairs.
"Where is she, Ron?" Blaise growled making him look up like a deer looking up at headlights. Ron glanced from the Slytherin to his got up to face her son. Her eyes were on him like a hawk; shivers ran through his body like wildfire. He was screwed... "She is with Harry and Ginny, isn't she?" His blue eyes grew big with astonishment as Blaise guessed. There was only one thing that he could do now...
"Ronald Weasely!! "Molly yelled as Ron pulled out his wand. He looked at his mum and frowned.
"Sorry, Mum." he stated before apparating out of the Burrow. Blaise looked at his mother. Finding her was going to take longer than they first thought. Yet they would succeed...their family never separated. They were all Zabini's and the Zabini clan sticked together. No matter what they were going through at the time...
"I need your help, Severus." a familiar voice stated making the Professor look up from his textbook. Standing in the doorway of his library was his godson, Draco. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. A black fleece jacket was adorned on his body as well. Yet the look on his face worried Severus deeply. There was pain and suffering etched all over the young man's face.
"What's going on, Draco?" he asked pointing to the empty chair oppsoite of him. Draco glided over to the seat and sat down. Warmth from the fire touched his face making him sigh.
"Did you know of the marriage contract I was placed in with Maria Zabini?" he asked watching Severus's reaction. There was no emotion as usual. His facade as a spy gave him the talents at hiding his emotions. "Did you know?" Severus nodded.
"I was there when the contract was made. With her disappearance, I thought that contract would become invalid. Why?" he asked watching as Draco stared at the fire. "She's back, isn't she?" Draco nodded and glared at his godfather. Blocks Surrounded his mind like an iron wall. He was taught well; a progeny of Snape.
"Father has reinstated the contract and everything has gone to hell." Draco hissed. "She has ran away...everyone is searching for her." Severus knew where this was going.
"You want me to look for her." he stated already knowing the answer. Draco nodded.
"I can't tell Father; he will send one of his men and they would make matters worse." Draco stated as the thoughts of his father ran thought his head. There was something that Draco was telling him; something vital to her existence. Severus sipped his Fire Whiskey before returning his attention to Draco.
"Who was she?" he asked. Draco's silver eyes grew big as the question sunk in. Draco had promised that he wouldn't speak of her past. "You have to tell me, Draco. I can't find her if i don't know who she was before." Draco swallowed deeply before answering his godfather.
"She was Hermione Granger." he answered watching as Severus sputtered on his drink. Severus looked at Draco who was watching him quite calmly. The blocks slowly began to fade from Draco's mind; images of the Zabini girl hit his mind instantly. She looked so much like her mother; yet those eyes were her father's. Severus had met the Zabini patron before and it was a night to remember. That man could surely fight, wand or fists.
"Hermione Granger???" he asked shocked. The Fates were defintely screwing with his life now. Hermione Granger...Miss Know-It-All of the Gryffindors, the Princess of Gryffindor. Damn him and his life.
"She's Maria Alessandra Zabini now." Draco stated. His reactions were so calm and collected. "Maria ran away after the ball that was hosted at the Manor. Blaise and his mother are searching for her as well." Severus looked at Draco and smirked.
"Why do you care if she is gone? You should be happy." Severus baited watching as the grey eyes slanted in reaction. The rivarly between Granger and Draco was the classic Gryffindor vs Slytherin. Two people that are best at everything and now they are to be married. It was like fire and ice; two different elements that could never co-exist. It was just impossible.
"I don't like people thinking that I was the one that planned this. Its going to get nasty if its not settled now and I would rather avoid the mess." Draco stated in a voice that held resmembalnce to his father's. "So can you help me or not?" Severus sighed.
"Yes."