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Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my imagination and whatever else is in this story that doesn't make sense. I was inspired by another romance novel i read and J.K. Rowlings wonderful world. Enjoy!
Chapter 41
"Wrapped so Pretty"
Petur spit out blood as he scrambled to his feet. Shouting obscenity.
"If you touch her again, and I'll rip your bloody arms off!" shouted Draco. Hermione attempted to hold him back. But there was no way for her to control both of them, she was dealing with two overgrown, hot-tempered male children.
"Stop this now!" she shouted at them both her arms eagle spread to keep them from killing one another.
"You-you vanna settle this vand to vand outside!"
"No! I'm gonna kick your funny talking arse right here." sneered Draco pushing Petur in the chest. Petur pulled Hermione roughly from between them, shoving her to safety, her hands went to her cheeks and she closed her eyes as Petur took a right swing towards Draco's jaw.
Hermione screamed, they were having a brawl, smashing into everything and she had to put a stop to this before they wreck this beautiful place. "STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW BOTH OF YOU IDIOTS! THERE WILL BE NO ASS KICKING HERE. STOP! DO YOU HEAR ME!" she used her meanest and toughest shouthing voice, sounding as if she could take on both of them. But they paid her no attention.
Draco was no match for Petur in his drunken state. He used an accio spell and sent a chair flying towards Petur's head. Petur disarmed him quickly. Then, stormed over and slugged him full faced in the nose. Blood went spurring and Draco let out a roar like a mad man, dragging Petur into the wall, disarming him of his own wand. Petur threw Draco's back against the bar, sending a shower of stacked glasses crashing. Draco caught his balance and threw a barstool, bursting a line of firewhisky bottles when Petur ducked. The first and second shelf behind the bar came tumbling down.
Hermione didn't plan on any of this, all she had to do was make it into town for a doctor's visit and then back to the castle. She didn't even bring her wand along. She knew she couldn't over power them physically, but right now she wish she could hex them both to hell and back.
Draco slammed Petur onto a table and it splintered beneath the force. Running behind the bar Hermione had to think of another tactic. She snatched a pitcher of pumpkin juice, aimed and sloshed it into both their faces.
They ignored her. For a moment she considered letting them beat each other's brains out, but she wasn't sure she had the stomach for it. She reached for another pitcher filled with something she wasn't sure what, swept it up, rush over and flung it at them. They gasped, sputtered and went right back to pulverizing each other as if nothing had happened. Draco slammed his fist into Petur's stomach, then Petur delivered a solid uppercut to Draco's gut. All the commotion began to draw in onlookers.
Nearly thirty or more guest were piling in to watch the two wizards duke it out. A male waiter stepped in between them and was knocked out cold.
"Do something," Hermione shouted at the fools just standing there watching the brawl as if it was the latest entertainment. A young woman with a camera snapped several photos. "Put that away," Hermione screamed at her. All this craziness was more than she could handle. She stormed over to the women, shoved a cream filled pastry in her face and snatched the camera, ripping out the film. It errupted in a cloud of purple smoke. -Draco and Petur were everywhere smashing and breaking anything they could use as a projectile. "Go ahead then kill each other see if I care!" she shouted.
But the fighting continued, and no one did anything to stop it. The woman with the cream filled face was now shouting angrily at Hermione. Swearing, that she was going to pay for what she had done. Petur's nose was bleeding and Draco was slinging another barstool with his barehands and searching for his wand.
Hermione stood in the center of the floor covered her ears and began to scream at the top of her lungs, she screamed over and over again, louder as if someone was beating her. She stopped, dragged in a gulp of air and let it rip again. The sound was annoying, even to her, but she kept at it. The crowd immediately shifted their attention from the two bloody beaten fools to the crazy pregnant woman wailing like a banshee.
Draco got so distracted he allow Petur to catch him in by the shirt. But Petur lost focus and slipped in a puddle on the floor.
She sucked in more air and kept screaming.
"Sweet mother of Merlin what is going on in here?" Narcissa came running into the room, and lost her breath at the sight of Hermione screaming in absolute frenzy.
"Will you stop it!" Draco shouted, staggering away from the wall.
Her throat was burning and she was starting to get dizzy, but she allowed herself to let loose a fresh stream of earsplitting screams.
Petur scrambled up from the floor, his chest heaving. "What's wrong with her?"
"She's gone mental." Draco wiped the wetness away that was dripping down into his eyes with the back of his hand. Hermione started a new load of shrieks.
"She's hysterical!" said Petur. "In my country ven a vomen gets this vay you have to slap them."
"Don't you dare!" she yelped.
"I'm not gonna slap her." exploded Draco.
"Ya you've got to."
"If you touch me, either of you … I-I- I'll scream!"
"NO!" shouted the crowd all at once "NO, don't touch her!" they all shouted at once, and were glad her moment of insanity was finally over.
She balled up her fist and starting stomping at the crowd of witches and wizards, glaring at them "You could have helped you know, and then all of this wouldn't have been necessary!" she crossed her arms and glared at them.
"It's only a wizard's brawl." grumbled an old witch wearing a feathery yellow hat that made her look like a wrinkled canary. "No reason to make such a big deal out of it lassie. They're just letting off bad magic."
"Letting off bad what?" asked Hermione.
Draco walked over and took Hermione by the hand. All this fighting had sobered him up. "Sorry everyone, she's a little high-strung sometimes." he said guiding her over to a nearby chair.
"You take that back. . . I am not high-strung. You-you Draco Malfoy are a git. A real to life honest to god, git!"
"yea, yea"
"I'll say." Petur pulled off his torn cloak and shirt. Emelie rushed to his side with a wet napkin and began wiping the blood from his face. A cut on his cheekbone was bleeding and his eye was starting to puff up.
The elderly witch wearing the canary hat regarded the four of them curiously. "Who are you people anyway?"
Narcissa coughed softly and entered the room with a sense of superior grace, and everyone in the room turned to look at her, she waved at the crowd and gave a sheepish kind of curtsy. "Nice to meet you all. My name is Narcissa Ann Malfoy, and that is my son Draco, and my um-daughter-in law, Hermione." The introduction she thought was a cleaver way to honor her son, but yet not offend Hermione's new and unsure feeling concerning their marriage.
"Malfoy!" whispered the old witch and a few others.
"Malfoy as in wife to Lucius Malfoy?" repeated a wizard wearing a pointy green hat, he looked bewildered and held out his hand to shake Narcissa's.
"Yes…" Narcissa laughed weakly. "That's me…I mean us. Oh dear! My son and his wife are just have a bit… of...a...er!...moment!"
Narcissa stepped beyond the crowd feeling extremely embarrassed. "Hermione dear, now would be a good time for you and I to be leaving." she waved foolishly at the people began to whisper about the scence they had cause.
"She coming home with me mother!"
"Not now Draco darling. . .there's a man over there with a camera." There was another flash as someone snapped a photograph, a second flash, followed by several more. Narcissa continued to give a cheesy smile and reached clumsily for Hermione's arm. They simply had to get out of here and quickly.
"I said she coming home with me!" demanded Draco
"I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"Oh lord!" Narcissa sighed walking away from the two.
"And whose flashing that damned bloody camera!" Hermione shouted at their audience. "Stop it!"
Draco stepped up to face her. The strong aroma of liquor coming from him just as strong as before. "You're my wife and your going to come back home with me where you belong."
"Your wife?" Asked the waiter that had previously been knocked out cold. "If she's your wife then why did she show up here with this other bloke and not you?" -There was another camera flash. As the photographer took a picture of the waiter with the shining black-eye.
"Hey!" Emelie squealed "This bloke, is my bloke buddy! And this is my restaurant. So …you just watch it!"
Draco clenched his jaw. "They're old friends, that's all." he explained to the crowd
Hermione now realized everyone in the place was assessing her. She heard murmurs and even more whispers. One of the hostesses muttered "He's Viktor Krum's little brother."
And then there was a long "Oooooh!" from the others.
"Let's go Hermione," ordered Draco, wanting to leave before the shit really hit the fan and the paparazzi arrived with more camera's, quills and questions. Draco diverted the crowd's attention by focusing on Emelie's damaged property and assured her that he and Petur would take care of the mess.
Petur still looked pissed, but Draco ignored him. Mrs. Malfoy was coming up with a whirl-wind of wild lies for the crowd. Hoping to spare them some shame from the tabloids.
Draco grabbed Hermione by the hand again and she instantly let out another freakish scream. Everyone slammed their ears shut. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ME!"
"Would you shut up!" muttered Draco.
"I told you peabrain, in my country once they start this screaming thing you have to slap her, it's the only vay!"
"You shut up!" Draco immediately shouted to Petur.
"Oh really?" said Emelie throwing her hands to her hip. "You'd better not ever try slapping me Petur Krum!"
Hermione then spotted Draco's wand on the stone floor, lying in a pool of wine and shattered glass. She jumped to her feet, with her stomach protruding out and looking very pregnant. Ignoring everyone she snatched up the wand and headed for the front doors.