Hello again my lovelies! I have decided to also post this story on AFF. I am adding more to certain *cough* scenes. I think those are probably best meant for there. So if you read there as well and want the smut, check it out. The name of the story is the same. My nick there is becka8199. Thanks! Now, on with the show, er, story!
Chapter 19:
Bloody Hell
As Draco stepped from the fireplace, he dusted the soot from his clothes and stepped out of the way, so that Hermione and Harry could come out, without bumping into him.
He looked around in search of his mother. He saw no one. Hermione came through the fireplace with Harry hot on her heels. She didn't step out of the way soon enough, and would have fallen flat on her face as Harry crashed into her if Draco hadn't caught her arm.
"Thanks" she muttered.
"Sorry bout that 'Mione" Harry mumbled.
"No matter. I'm fine." She replied. "Where is everyone?"
"Dunno. But we'll find out soon I figure." Draco responded.
*Pop*
"Mistress Malfoy wanted me to let you know she and Mr. Harrel are in the solarium. She said for you and your friends to join them there." Said the small house-elf.
"Thank you, Spark." Draco said to the elf.
*Pop* she was gone.
"Well this way." Said Draco, and began leading them through the maze that was Malfoy Manor to the solarium.
Upon entering the solarium, Draco immediately mentally wiped his face clean of emotion. Then he saw his mother. Narcissa was seated on a whicker loveseat, and Woodrow was sitting very close to her. Draco scowled. Something about how the man was sitting close to his mother did not sit well with him. Draco took in what the man was wearing. It was a red polyester shirt, and brown pants. To Draco it looked itchy. Evidently the man had been putting on airs so to speak, at Christmas. When his mother spoke, it was not with her normal calm.
"Draco, thank you for coming so quickly." She saw Harry and Hermione enter behind him. "I see you brought Hermione, and I assume this is your friend Harry, I have heard so much about." Her voice was shakey. The only time Draco had heard his mother sound that way was in the presence of The Dark Lord. He knew there was trouble but didn't yet know what it was.
Everyone in the room aside from Woodrow, knew that Narcissa knew very well who Harry was. Hermione said nothing as Harry recovered quickly.
"Yes, Mrs. Malfoy, I presume. Nice to meet you." Harry nodded to her from where he stood.
"Thank you, Harry. It's a pleasure." Narcissa replied.
Draco just stood there trying to decifer what was going on. Hermione, being the brightest witch of her age had already figured it out.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Malfoy. May I speak with you for a moment in -uh- private." Hermione asked sweetly, as though she didn't know that Woodrow was holding a gun to her side. What she didn't know was why Narcissa hadn't hexed him.
"Um, well I'm afraid now isn't the best time. I hope it isn't a pressing matter. Can we discuss it later?"
Bloody hell. Hermione thought to herself. "Um, yes, I suppose it can wait."
"Well, I suppose you are wondering why your mother requested you come quickly." This from Woodrow.
"Yes, actually I was. Her letter sounded almost needful that I return this weekend. Couldn't wait for Spring Holiday to see me?" Draco asked. He sounded calm, but anyone who knew him personally could see he was inwardly seething.
"Well, I think this would best be discussed without the company of others. Why you brought your friends, I have no idea." The skeezy man replied. Harry was still taking the man in, and had come to the same conclusion Hermione had. Questioning the same, why didn't Narcissa hex him.
Hermione was thinking quickly, and before anyone knew it, she had pulled her wand from her pocket and whispered, "Accio firearm."
Woodrow was shocked as a force pulled his weapon from his hand, and it flew across the room to the young girl.
"What the fucking hell was that?" He screamed.
Harry stood beside Hermione, smugly smiling. She really was the brightest witch of their age. She turned the safety switch on the gun, and handed it to Harry.
"That was me disarming you. How dare you come into the Malfoy's home, and presume to do what ever it is in your thick head, by holding Mrs. Malfoy at gun point." Hermione shouted back.
"Why you little bitch!" He screamed and started for her.
Draco quickly placed a binding spell on the man, and he collapsed to the flo0r. Harry placed a silencing charm on him just as quick. No need for his blithering mouth. Narcissa quickly got up and joined her son across the room. Harry had pulled his wand, keeping it trained on the man, just in case.
"Mother, what in the bloody hell has happened here?" Draco demanded.
"Well Draco, he uh, he said he needed to speak with me. He sounded so desperate. I didn't think any harm could come to me. When he arrived, Weedle (house-elf) let him in, as I instructed. When I got to the foyer, I didn't have my wand. I know he knows of our magic, but I prefer not to use it in his presence. Honestly, I didn't think I'd need it. Stupid of me, I know." She was speaking quickly. Draco looked as though he was going to interrupt, but she didn't give him a chance.
"I led him in here, thinking to have tea sent in, and he well he pulled that thing on me, and said he would shoot me if I didn't give him money. I told him I didn't have any here, and that I would have to send for you to bring it to me. But I also let him know quickly that if I let you know what it was for you would come without it, and be asking questions."
"So then what? You write me a letter?" Draco asked. Hermione could tell he was warring with his emotions. Happiness that his mother was indeed without harm, but scared of what could have happened. And very ANGRY at what this man had attempted to do.
"Well, he instructed me to write to you that it was a friendly visit he wanted with you. I figured if I made it seem cold, you would know something was amiss." Narcissa said firmly.
"Mrs. Malfoy, I'm glad you are alright. But now what do we do with him?" Hermione asked. Trying to take the focus off of what happened.
"I suggest contacting the Ministry. Let them deal with this mess of filth." Draco said, as he delivered a swift kick to the man's leg. No one said anything about his abuse. They felt he deserved it.
"Yes, of course your right Draco." Narcissa seemed to be in state of shock. She herself couldn't believe she had allowed herself into a situation that may have ended so badly.
"I'll contact Professor McGonagall and let her know what has happened. And then owl Kingsley and let him know as well." Harry offered.
"Thank you, Harry." Was all Draco said. He seemed to be inwardly plotting a quick revenge on the man.
"Hermione, maybe you should take Mrs. Malfoy to lie down." Harry suggested. "She looks a little shaken up."
"Thank you, Mr. Potter. But I'm alright." Narcissa replied to Harry's suggestion.
Draco would have none of it. "Now, Mother, you have just been through a small ordeal. Maybe you should lie down for a bit. I'll have the Spark bring you some hot tea, and you can rest. I'll be by when the Ministry has come and picked this rotter up."
"Ok, but you will come by before you leave?" She sounded almost needy.
"Yes, I just said I would. Now, go and let Hermione help you to your room." He said to her and turned to Hermione, "You don't mind sitting with her, until I am finished here?"
"Not at all Draco, I'm happy to do it. Just sorry that it is necessary." She replied.
Hermione then took Narcissa by the arm, and lead her out of the room. She was speaking softly, but Draco heard her, "I would love to see more of the house. Will you show me?"
She hadn't forgotten that Draco had told her his mother dearly loved to show off the redecorating she had done, and he was glad she found a subject to distract Narcissa.
*Pop*
"Master called for Spark?" the small house-elf draped in a green frock asked.
"Yes, Spark, please take tea and cakes to Mother's rooms. And please add a bit of calming draught to it." Draco asked politely, even though he was still seething.
"Of course, sir." *Pop*
Draco turned to see Harry still had his wand pointed at the greasy git that had dared to threaten his mother's life.
"Harry, I think I can handle this. There is parchment and quills on the desk to the side of the room. You can send the owls using the floo to send them. They will get them more direct that way."
"Yes, of course. Are you going to be -um -alright with him while I send them?" Harry questioned. He knew Draco was extremely angry, and didn't want him to get into trouble by abusing the man. But really saw no way to stop it from happening.
Draco grinned an evil smirk. "Of course. He will be in well enough condition when the Ministry arrives."
Harry set off to do as he'd offered, thinking to himself that Draco would get his revenge. He just didn't know how.
BLOODY HELL.
When Draco arrived in his mother's rooms, two hours later. He found her sleeping soundly on the couch, and Hermione was seated in a chair, directly across from her. Book in hand.
Draco whispered, "Is she alright?"
Hermione nodded, and held a finger to his lips for him to be quiet. Then placed the book she had been reading on the table in front of her and motioned toward the door.
Once in the corridor, she said, "She was really distraught. She was trying to keep it together. More for your sake I would say. I also don't think she liked losing control of her emotions in front of me. But then Spark brought the tea. She was very specific in which tea cup your mother should have."
Draco chuckled softly and just said "Calming draught."
Hermione responded, "Aw, I see. Well after getting her on another subject to take her mind off of things, and two cups of tea, she said she needed to rest her eyes a moment. She has been sleeping soundly for about an hour now."
"Good. I want to thank you for helping to make her feel better. No one else I know could have done so as easily." Draco said.
"Well, I figured re-directing her thoughts would be best. Now stop beating around the bush and tell me what happened.
He smirked. "Well nothing much. Potter owled McGonagall, and the Ministry. Took them a little longer then expected to get here. But they said not to worry, he would be deported. They obliviated his memory of ever having know any Malfoy, or having been here."
Hermione gasp. If they obliviated his memory, they knew Draco's secret.
"Yes, I see you caught onto that situation pretty quick. No one will say anything. Kingsley made sure of it." Draco said smugly. "Harry went back to Hogwarts, after they left to let McGonagall in on everything. He said he would see you when we returned."
"Well that's good." She sighed with relief. She then started looking him over and saw his bruised knuckles. "Draco Malfoy, what did you do?"
He looked at first like he didn't know what she meant, and when she motioned toward his hands he had the nerve to look sheepishly.
"What? You didn't actually expect me to let that horrid man get away with what he did to my mother did you?"
She snorted in retort.
"Don't be mad love. It would have been and will be the same if anyone ever tries to do anything like that to you or my mother. I will not stand for the women in my life to be harmed in any way." He said it with such a haughty air, sounding much like Lucius used to, that Hermione wanted to laugh. But there was nothing to laugh at.
"I supposed I can't fault you for that." Hermione moved forward to encase him in a tight embrace.
"Since mother seems to be sleeping sound, and she probably will if I know anything about the draughts the house-elves procure, would you like to see my rooms?" He said and waggled his eyebrows at her.
She laughed and nodded. She needed him right now. Or the stress relief she knew was to come.
Draco penned a quick note to his mother, letting her know he and Hermione would be joining her for dinner.
Ok, end chapter. So, what did ya think? Was it ok? Please review. Thank you for reading. :)
