Disclaimer: No need to remind me, not mine.

A/N: OMG! I had a riot writing the first half. I won't make you wait any longer, read on...

Chapter Eleven

Clamoring up the stairs, the boisterous noise resounded in all of the building as Death Eaters tried to reach the place where the person they were ''hunting'' had just left, with their leader none the less. All of them oblivious to that fact of course.

"Knock the damn door down!" burst out Vick. "You've got a bloody axe, chop the stupid door!" he said, speaking directly to Goyle.

"Ask nicer and maybe I will." Goyle retorted stubbornly.

Vick tightly shut his eyes. "Chop the door down, please." he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Better." Goyle said, taking his axe and with all his might, hit the door with it. Squeak! Mutters of "Huh?" reproduced in the hallway.

"You nitwit, it's a toy!" Aleck glowered, snatching the toy out of Goyle's hands. "No wonder Lord Draco thinks we're... thinks we're... Goddammit what's the word!" he yelled out in frustration.

"Fun?"

"Good looking?"

"Childish?"

"Hot?"

"Cupcakes?"

Aleck took the toy axe and hit Goyle over the head with it for such a stupid suggestion. "Goddammit does anybody know?" he yelled.

"I know not to use God's name in vain." Finley spoke up, with attitude mind you.

Aleck raised an eyebrow and folded his arms, "Oi Finley, when you turn muggle?"

"Since yo mama!"

"Oh no you didn't!"

"What you gonna do about?" Finley challenged.

"I'm gonna do this!" Aleck shoved him, "What're you gonna do?" he challenged back.

"Oh hell no, this white boy's gonna die!" he said, punching Aleck.

Aleck threw a swing but was blocked by Vick.

"Stop this! Save your energy for the mudblood," he said looking at both boys.

"So what if I'm white?" Aleck said glaring at Finley.

"So what if I'm black!" Finley shot back.

"Such racism going on, shut the fuck up!" Vick cut in.

"I just want to know what the bloody word is!" Aleck defended, "It's a big fancy word that means we can't do anything." he said, hoping that someone would be able to answer his most desired question.

He just didn't get it did he? He was talking to the very people his master called stupid, obviously Aleck gave them too much credit. Any other group could possibly give him a glimmer of hope, who's to know, but obviously it wasn't this one.

Pure irritation shown on Vick's face, "Who the hell cares?"

"I do! Lord Draco thinks we're-"

"Oh here we go again," Finley rolled his eyes.

"Thinks we're..."

"I believe the word is incompetent, smart one." Blaise spoke sarcastically as the crowd parted automatically to make way for his arrival, being the Lord's right hand man and all.

"That's the one." Aleck mumbled grumpily.

"Shall we continue?" Blaise said, nodding towards the door. The crowd nodded, "She must be up anyway with all the fuss you were all making. Vick, open the door." Blaise commanded.

"Alright, lets kill the mudblood." Vick said with anticipation, giving the door a good strong kick and knocking it down.

l•l•l•l

"Malfoy! Let go!" Hermione said as she pulled her arm back. "How dare you! I swear Malfoy, I will kick your arse-"

"Just shut up and LISTEN!" Draco yelled.

"Why should I? You kidnapper!"

"Well for one, you are not a kid, so therefor you are not kidnapped." Draco stated.

"Womenapper, whatever, you still did it!"

"You're not napped from anywhere!"

"Yes I AM!"

"No you are NOT!"

"Am too!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"NOT! I'm not bloody forcing you to stay!" Draco argued.

"Great, then I'm leaving!" Hermione declared.

"Wait dammit!" Draco outcried.

"Why?"

"If you would let me bloody explain!"

"Explain? Explain! Oh this has to be good, Malfoy's going to explain," she crossed her arms.

"About bloody time you let me. It's all a really funny story, ha ha, really funny." Draco nervously laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes and tapped her right foot impatiently. "Real funny. You see, all of Death Eaters were having a little get together and, thing's got a little crazy," he stopped to fake a laugh, "And, you're gonna love this one, they all, ha ha, decided to kill you," he doubled over and put a hand to his stomach and laughed "All very funny." he laughed his way upright and immediately stopped at the look on Granger's face. "Funny?" he offered in a small voice with a worried face.

"HELL NO!" Hermione burst. "What the bloody hell do you mean 'decided to kill you', that's not funny! That's the most un-funniest thing I've ever heard! All your idea I suppose," she glared.

"What? No! No, it wasn't my idea, what kind of person do you think I am!"

"Well they follow your orders, being 'Lord' and all."

"Not when they're piss drunk!" Draco defended.

"Oh and that's supposed to make it all better?"

"Yes! No... wait, maybe-"

"So what the hell am I supposed to do then?" Hermione yelled.

"For one, don't go home."

"Well isn't that's lovely." Hermione mumbled, annoyed.

"Look, I'll fix it, I'm Lord, after all." he said arrogantly.

"Well you better fix it and you better fix it fast!"

"I will damnit!"

"I'll believe it when I see it." she mumbled, "Lies, all lies."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come off it, you? Are you kidding me! Draco Malfoy of all people trying to stop a muggleborn from being killed off by his own followers. I'm not dense!"

"Are you proposing that I set this all up?" Draco inquired.

"If the shoe fits."

"Shoe? What shoe? My shoes fit perfectly." a lost Draco asked as he stared down at his own shoes.

Hermione sighed, "Never mind."

"Well whatever you're thinking I did, I didn't."

"What, feel sorry now?"

"I'm a Malfoy, I don't have such an inane feeling." he glared.

Hermione snorted without meaning to. "You really are something Malfoy, something stupid."

"Takes one to know one,"

"So you admit it?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"What? Of course not!"

"Whatever Malfoy."

"I am Lord, so treat me with respect and you'll leave here without a scratch," he said taking out his wand and pointing it at her.

"Ooo, I'm scared now." Hermione said sarcastically, taking out her own wand.

"Pfft. Like you'd actually do something." Draco said, unphased.

"Wanna bet?" Hermione challenged as she glared at the blond.

"Maybe, what's it to ya?"

"Touché."

"What's that? You want me to touch you?" he feigned. (A/N: You dirty people! I didn't mean it in a ya know -wink wink- way, but hey, if you want to think of it that way, far be it from me to stop you. For those of you who are lost, good.)

"Fuck off Malfoy!" Hermione yelled with a look of disgust. (A/N: Okay, perhaps Hermione took it the wrong way, hehe...)

"Gladly." Draco smirked.

She gritted her teeth, "Ugh!"

"Tell you what," Draco began "You put your wand down and I'll do the same."

"What? Afraid I'm going to curse you?"

"No, afraid I'll curse you?"

"Ooo, Draco Malfoy's afraid." Hermione teased.

"You know I didn't mean it like that!" Draco defended.

"As if I care, it's a perfectly human emotion. You might just have a heart Malfoy," she faked shock. "I am flabbergasted, an absolutely startling and shocking discovery! There is hope, Merlin, there is hope!" she said in awe looking up as if talking to some great powerful force up above.

"Funny." Draco said, not amused. "Are you going to put your wand down or what?"

"Perhaps, if I feel like it." Hermione shrugged.

"When will you feel like it?"

"When you feel it."

"Well my arm is tired so I bloody feel like it!"

"You first." Hermione said warily, looking directly at his wand.

"For Merlin's sake!"

"Do it!"

He thrust his wand back into his pocket. "Happy?"

"Maybe," Hermione put her wand in her pocket. "I still don't believe you."

"You're problem, not mine." he stated.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this chap, seriously, major 'lmao' happening in this side of the keyboard but yeah, I've read the funny parts like ten times and it keeps on getting less funny so I must ask, anybody have major lmao moments?

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