Previously on A Tale Of Two Wizards: Louis Adrian Malfoy
Draco snarled, "Not only will you refrain from making derogatory remarks to or about my fiancée, you will also watch your tone. If you cannot be civil, do not speak. Am I clear?"
"Quite," replied Louis. I can see we are related. Please advise me of your lineage?
Draco replied, "I am Draco Lucius Malfoy, son of Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, grandson of Abraxas Septimus Malfoy, great grandson of Septimus Brutus Malfoy, great, great grandson of Brutus Nicholas Malfoy, great great great grandson of Nicholas Armand Malfoy."
Louis replied, "A pleasure to meet you sir."
Draco ignored the greeting.
My fiancee has informed me she thinks you are vile. As Hermione doesn't use that word very often, I would like to hear your story and why she associates you with this word.
Draco turned to Hermione and asked if she would make tea.
When Hermione left the living room Louis sniped, "Your fiancee sir? I must register my protest that you plan to marry….."
Draco snarled, "I just fucking told you her name is Hermione, she is my fiancee and you will treat her as you would treat any Pureblood witch. I do not have to explain any more. If you cannot address her in the proper manner, do not address her at all. One more thing, the only reason I have not destroyed your portrait is that Hermione thinks you have certain knowledge she requires. If you don't have this information, you will be destroyed immediately. You were about to tell me your story. Commence."
Hermione brought Draco his tea and sat down beside him.
"Your fiancee already knows the story," Louis said. "Perhaps she will relate it to you."
Draco snapped. "Fine. If Hermione knows the story, we don't need you. As I promised. Your portrait will be destroyed."
Draco stood to make his way toward the mantle with the intention of destroying the portrait.
Louis Adrian Malfoy realized what was coming. He suddenly began to speak.
Chapter 20: I Can Get You Hermione
Draco sat there mesmerized as Louis spoke. It all had a solid ring of truth about it. Draco knew how arrogant and ruthless Malfoy men had been down through the decades. The story Louis related wasn't anything Draco hadn't heard before. As ugly as it sounded. Louis' story wasn't all that different from many of the powerful and wealthy families of times gone by.
Many of the elite wizards had sex with their intended wives before they were married. Malfoys included. However, most Malfoy wizards disassociated themselves from a witch who was silly enough to become pregnant before the marriage. That witch never married into the line and never became a Malfoy. In most cases. She would not be allowed to have the child. Her family would be paid handsomely to keep the secret.
The smart wizard normally satisfied his Pureblood witch by means other than his erection reducing the chance of unwanted pregnancies. The elite wizards used their erections on poor witches who would spread their legs to wealthy men for galleons.
Louis finally got to his part in the heinous scheme. He revealed how Ida wouldn't be silenced. She intended to approach his father about them getting married.
"I told the silly witch my father would not look kindly upon her seeking an audience with him to discuss such things. But she was as strong willed as your…. like Hermione. She would not be deterred. The witch had angered me to the point of no return, so I took measures. Unfortunately, her father caught me as I grappled with his daughter. It was at this point Ida had broken down telling her father everything. Edmund was livid. He dragged his daughter to the House of Malfoy to confront my father. You must know Draco that Malfoys do not take confrontation well. My father told Edmund what he thought of witches who spread their legs before marriage. That a Malfoy would not be duped into marriage. Edmund demanded I marry Ida and left in a huff."
Draco grabbed Hermione's hand in his own.
Louis kept talking. "Edmund had thrown down the gauntlet, but my father was adamant I would not marry the wench. Any thought I had of possibly marrying Ida had been snatched out of my hands. From there, my father used his wealth and influence to bring shame to Edmund and his family. Edmund found the doors which had previously been open to him had been closed firmly in his face. He had remained stoic in the face of all the adversity thrown his way. In the end, he had picked up and moved his family to Belgium. Before leaving Britain, Edmund informed my father he would exact his revenge on me and the entire Malfoy family."
The story disturbed Draco but not to that great of an extent. He had heard stories like this all his life. He admitted the stories weren't nice, but that had been the way of the elite and powerful. Draco knew the Malfoys had always persevered by fair means or foul.
Hermione who had sat quietly through the Louis' speech turned to Draco. "Ask your ancestor to tell you the best part. The part that is impacting two families and has done so through the centuries."
Draco turned to the portrait. "Well. What is it you haven't told me Louis?"
"Mine and my father's actions resulted in a blood feud which, I have been told, exists to this day. I believe what your fiancee refers to is the fact I didn't stand up for my witch or my child leaving them to suffer in humiliation and shame. It is also factual that Edmund Lozi was the father of Ida Lozi the mother of my child. That I met my death under mysterious circumstances on the day Caleb was born. That Ida died in childbirth that same day."
Hermione still held tightly to Draco as Louis continued speaking.
"It is told that Edmund was inconsolable over what had transpired as well as the loss of his only daughter Ida. He was so inconsolable he started a blood feud using ancient black magic. The curse called for my blood, blood from Ida and blood from my son Caleb. The three ingredients were spelled to create the dark and powerful curse which is at work today.
"Although my family scrupulously kept tabs on Ida and her pregnancy. They never recognized Caleb as a Malfoy or had anything to do with him. The Lozi family wanted little to do with Caleb. He was the product of an illicit coupling which had killed his mother during childbirth. I imagine had Ida lived. Caleb would have had a very different life. Ida surely would have been able to talk her father around to accepting her son.
"I am told by Hermione that after much reading she discovered my son Caleb grew up without the support of either of his families. He lived a very hard life. From all things written, it looks as though Edmund kept the blood feud going by commanding his sons to do the same. This command did not include Caleb whom Edmund had thrown into the streets."
Draco frowned at Hermione. "Okay. Foul stuff. What am I missing that makes all this relevant to our life today?"
"Were you not listening love? Over the centuries the Lozi's branched out and changed their surname several times. Carmela and I believe the Lozi's became the Lozio's which became the current day Lozier's. If this is true, you are related to Celia and Emilio through a blood feud that started with Louis' misdeed. Carmela and I are at the point where we are looking for the direct wording or purpose of the feud. We believe anytime a Lozier and a Malfoy of the same age are in contact with each other, the Lozi/Lozier will try to thwart the Malfoy in some way or another. I believe this has something to do with Emilio ignoring the scent barrier. There may also be more to it. It seems that as your fiancee I am somewhat of a pawn. If Emilio can manage to have sex with me, it will destroy the scent we have between each other. It could end our relationship. It's me right now. But should you and I break up and you find another witch to love. Emilio will repeat the process all over again. It would seem that in the eyes of the Lozis, Malfoy men are not to be allowed a loving witch or wife. The blood war is all about denying the Malfoys what was denied to Edmund's daughter. We need to figure out how to fix this. In addition, our case has a little twist as well. Not only is the blood feud at work, but Emilio believes he is in love with me which will make defeating you even sweeter to him."
Draco was incredulous and furious at the same time. "Me and Lozier related? Impossible. Lozier and I have been at odds since we were toddlers. When we were a bit younger, Lozier was the only wizard to best me in a duel. I consider it a fluke, but he did best me. Animosity between us was just the way it was. I was never advised of any blood feud. And Lozier ever having sex with you will never happen. I will kill him where he stands before that happens."
Hermione replied softly. "You weren't supposed to know. No one in the Malfoy family would ever have mentioned Louis. He was disinherited and likely pinpointed as a harbinger of any evil thing which befell male Malfoys through the centuries. I imagine if your path hadn't crossed Emilio's or you had remained single. We wouldn't have known any of this."
Draco sat back down beside Hermione. "This makes you staying away from Lozier all the more important. If this blood thing is real, he will continue to try to have his way with you. This may even shed some light on the actions of the entire Lozier family. They're all mad. You mentioned you and Carmela might be onto something. For the time being, let's open a floo line from here directly to Malfoy Manor allowing you and Carmela to step back and forth anytime you wish. However, I will only open this floo if you and Carmela promise to rely on Crissy for all your needs."
"That's a fantastic idea love," replied Hermione. "I'll let Carmela know. It's getting late. Why don't we head off to bed seeing how you've a busy day tomorrow. Maybe you should throw a Tergeo at Louis. I'm sure if you clean him. He'll look much better than he does at the moment."
Louis snorted, but did not make any rude remarks.
/*/
Hermione went into the bedroom while Draco did as she had suggested. After casting the Tergeo, Draco told Louis that Hermione had been right. He did look so much better after a cleaning.
Hermione was chuckling when Draco walked into the room. "How did good old Louis take to the Tergeo? Miffed, was he?"
Draco laughed as he leaned over to nuzzle Hermione. "No love. He took it all in good stride. He didn't say a word. Clean or not. I'm not sure I want him to remain as a centerpiece of our living room. How about we find another place for him tomorrow?"
As she wrapped herself around Draco, Hermione shared her answer. "Move him to your flat. I'm sure he'll enjoy the quiet."
Draco didn't answer. He was too busy trying to open Hermione's top.
Hermione slapped his hands away. "Snuggling only. We need sleep."
Draco pulled Hermione up against him. When they were comfortably settled, Draco mumbled. "Refusing me may be playing into Lozier's hands. We don't want that do we?"
Hermione turned around to grin at her wizard. "Going there are you? Goodnight you git. I love you."
/*/
On Monday morning, Draco and Hermione had breakfast together but Draco flooed to work early to ensure everything was in order before his 9:00 meeting with his handler. He had several messages waiting which must have been put on his desk late Friday. Two were business correspondence while the third was from none other than Celia Lozier.
Celia wrote:
Draco, You may or may not have heard that my father has been arrested. The charges are false. Since Emilio is a Ministry official, he cannot step into it. I'm wondering if you will assist me and my mother in helping father fight these charges. We were a good team once. Perhaps we can be a good together again. You may meet me at my family estate if you wish. I look forward to your answer.
Yours always,
Celia.
Draco threw the message down on his desk thinking if Celia was coming at him. Lozier probably had plans to accost Hermione.
This has to end. The entire fucking family should be turned into bones.
Draco wasn't going to have any appearance of wrongdoing. Especially when it came to Celia Lozier. As soon Hermione arrived, he would show her the message. They would answer Celia together.
Hermione and Carmela arrived together to find Draco waiting in Hermione's office. Carmela said good morning and headed for her desk. Draco stood to hand Celia's message to Hermione.
Hermione looked up to search Draco's face. "Are you alright? You have a meeting in under an hour. That's where your concentration needs to be. We can answer this after your meeting. Unless you want me to answer for you. I do not have any qualms about telling this slag what's what."
Draco leaned into his fiancee. "Here's my answer. Have at it love. As long as the answer is fuck off." Draco kissed Hermione before going back to his office to prepare himself.
/*/
Hermione took Celia's letter over to show Carmela. Holding out the message to the older woman Hermione had snapped. "Game on."
"This cow," remarked Carmela. "What is she playing at?"
Hermione smiled at her friend. "She has taken first serve but all she's done is made a foot fault. She should be prepared for my lob. As I said. Game on mum."
Carmela grinned, "That's my girl. Now go answer that message."
Hermione went back to her office to do just that. Hermione wrote:
Celia,
Draco is not sure why you think he should get involved with family troubles which have nothing to do with him. He and I have discussed this. Our answer is an unequivocal no. He does not want to get involved. He does not want to get together with you. He will not be coming to your family estate. Whatever past you had with Draco is just that. The past. Leave it there. Your brother should be able to point you in the direction of someone who can assist you. If you still aren't clear, understand this. Draco does not want anything to do with you or your family.
Hermione Granger
Cc: DLM, CM
Draco waved on his way out to his meeting.
When Hermione finished the letter, she went back to Carmela to have her read it over.
Through pursed lips Carmela read the letter pronouncing it inflammatory enough to be sent immediately.
Hermione frowned. "I'm not trying to be inflammatory. I'm trying to get a point across."
Carmela patted Hermione on the shoulder. "I was making a joke. The letter is fine. I notice you are copying me and Draco. Smart move. If Celia ever tries to manipulate your answer, we'll have original copies. It may sound silly to some but having heard so much about Celia Lozier. I wouldn't put anything past her. So. What time do you think we'll hear from the Minister?"
Both witches laughed as Carmela went back to work and Hermione went to send her letters.
/*/
Draco was chuffed when he arrived back at DLM. After swinging Hermione around in a circle, he had plunked his arse down in one of Hermione's chairs. "I'm free love. I'm free. I've been commended on a job well done and I am free. It is now time to move on with real life."
Hermione sat down at her desk so she could tell Draco about the letter. "I've sent the letter off. I had Carmela look it over in case I had come across too rude. She thought it was fine. To prevent Celia from twisting my words I have also sent a copy to you and Carmela for safekeeping. I'm certain she will be in touch with you again. I'm pretty sure she won't accept my word."
Draco went over to give Hermione a quick kiss. "No worries love. I'm free from Ministry Service. I will be able to handle this. I am also free to put Lozier in his place. I have some things I need to catch up on. I also want to get our floo hooked up to Malfoy Manor as quickly as possible. I will take care of the floo first then I shall return to clear up any open matters on my desk. Be careful. I'm sure we'll be hearing from the Loziers one way or another before the day is over."
Hermione blew Draco a kiss telling him she would see him later or at home.
/*/
When Celia received the letter from Hermione she had gone into a Lozier rage. Lozier rages were basically the same as Malfoy rages just named differently.
Celia had cursed and screamed until her mother had come in. "Stop acting like you have the problem. It's your father in trouble. You need to find a way to help us out. Standing in your rooms yelling at the universe won't get the job done. Find your father some help. I have sent owls to your father's friends, but I haven't received one answer. It seems your father's friends have left him to his own defenses. We will get your father out of this. Then we'll just see what's what."
Celia looked at her mother. "So you've finally decided to come out of that shell. You are finally going to let the world see the brilliance our father has made you hide for all these years. It's about time mother. You know that father would have gone a lot easier on you if you hadn't dallied with the enemy. Lucius Malfoy of all people. Was it worth all these years of subjugation? Please don't be surprised mother. I've known about the affair almost as long as father has. Why do you think I turned to Draco? I wanted to put father's face in it. Why do you think father has despised the Malfoys all these years? It hasn't all been about some disgusting blood feud. His wife shagged his enemy and that's what it's all been about. And you. To keep your place in wealthy society you have cloaked yourself in the disguise of an infirm dolt. It's time to take your life back. If you do manage to get your husband out of prison, I suggest you maintain your true self."
Ilaria Lozier took a deep breath before walking out of her daughter's rooms. Her daughter was right. She had given up her true self in order to remain the wife of a bloody, fucking cretin. It was her fault as much as his, but Celia was right. It was time for her to come back to herself. This would be the last day under the thumb of her vicious, depraved husband. She would work to get him out of prison, but he would accept her real self or accept nothing at all. She was over her fear of being thrown out into the street with only the clothes on her back. She would survive.
/*/
Celia had calmed down, but she wasn't any closer to a solution. Her father expected assistance. It had been a long shot asking Draco because she knew Hermione Granger wasn't letting him anywhere near her. Now she had decided to take measures. If Draco wouldn't come willingly, he would come by force.
Celia still had a few tricks up her sleeve. The first trick would be to clear her path to Draco. For that she would need her brother's help which would solve two problems. If Emilio could get Hermione in bed and break the barrier, she could get Draco back in her bed. This time she would keep him there. By extension, if she had Draco on her side, she would get him to help her father.
Celia sighed. She was making it sound so simple but knew otherwise. Hermione wasn't just going to let Emilio climb on top of her. She hadn't before. She wouldn't now. The time had come for drastic steps. Celia put in a call to her brother.
/*/
Emilio wasn't having a good day. It seemed as though the respect he had commanded the previous week had all but diminished. His only saving grace was James. James appeared to be one of the few still firmly in his corner.
He was livid that his father had gotten himself into something so ludicrous. Emiliano was his father, but had been caught in the act so to speak. If his father couldn't conduct himself in a manner that didn't allow him being caught out, his time had passed. This was not the time for him to be worrying about an old man who couldn't keep his dealings below the radar. This was the time he should be following up on Hermione.
Emilio was sure if he and Celia put on the pressure and kept it there, Hermione would see they were meant to be together. She belonged to him. He was not giving anything up to a Malfoy.
Just thinking about Malfoy made Emilio furious. He knew he had made a mistake trusting Ginny Weasley. That whole situation had made him look bad. Hermione's friends had all but run him out of Britain.
In truth, after Hermione left, he didn't care about remaining in Britain. He wanted to be wherever Hermione was. Malfoy had stolen Hermione right from under his nose. If Malfoy had kept his distance, Emilio was sure he and Hermione would have gotten back together.
It wasn't written that he would get Hermione. But it was written that Malfoy wouldn't ever enjoy a loving relationship if a Lozier interfered. As far as he was concerned. One was as good as the other. If Malfoy was not allowed a loving witch, he wasn't allowed Hermione. If Hermione was free, he was sure he could persuade her to come back to him.
He had to get Hermione in his bed. He had to. Everything he wanted depended on him pushing into her even if it was only once. Emilio knew if he and Hermione had sex, Malfoy would be undone.
A devious smile crept across Emilio's face. He had been going at things the wrong way. He kept bumping heads with the witch he loved. He would have to figure out another way.
/*/
It had come as a big surprise to Hermione that neither Emilio nor James had called. She had time to discuss Draco's plan to open a floo connection directly to Malfoy Manor with Carmela. She and Carmela agreed how great it would be to step in and out of the manor for whatever research materials they needed.
"Perhaps we can aggravate Louis by telling him we have free access to Malfoy Manor," chuckled Carmela.
The witches grinned at each other. The day had ended on a very positive note.
Draco hadn't made it back to DLM so Hermione looked forward to seeing him at home.
/*/
Hermione had bathed and had dinner ready by the time Draco arrived home. He was a bit under the weather so he had taken a shower and gone directly to bed.
Hermione went in to see if she could do anything for her wizard but was met with a strange remark. "I just want to get some sleep." Which wasn't like Draco at all.
Hermione's mind had gone off in all different directions. Was the reason Draco didn't want to be bothered was he had been with Celia? Before she took herself in the wrong direction Hermione became determined to make Draco tell her what was wrong. Climbing into bed beside him, Hermione asked a question. "Should I be nervous about anything?"
Draco opened his eyes and answered in a slightly gruff voice. "That would be my question."
Hermione sat straight up in the bed. "I don't know what you mean Draco. Just tell me what's on your mind."
Draco sat up so his head was leaning against the back of the bed. "You said you never made love with Lozier. Yet I've received information that leads me to believe otherwise. If you had made love to him, it would have hurt. But we weren't together. I would have learned to live with it. If you have been with him since and think to lie about it, I would be undone."
Hermione was speechless. She didn't know where this was coming from. She hadn't lied to Draco about anything. Drawing in a breath she asked him to explain. "Who has told you this lie? I'd like to confront her."
"It wasn't a witch," Draco answered listlessly. "It was a wizard." Getting out of bed, Draco pulled a letter with a newspaper clipping attached from inside his robes pushing it into Hermione's hands.
Hermione looked at the newspaper clipping. Then her eyes had gone to the signature on the letter. Ervin Vermin? Ervin Vermin was the gossip columnist who had taken Rita Skeeter's place.
Hermione turned to Draco. "You receive something of this nature and instead of talking it over with me. You take it for Merlin's truth. I've never lied to you. Emilio Lozier has never been underneath my clothes. I don't appreciate you…"
"You don't appreciate me what Hermione," asked Draco. "You don't appreciate me being upset?"
"Don't you fucking dare patronize me," raged Hermione. "We are going to talk this over and get it settled right now if I have to floo to London and drag this bloody fuck back here to Milan."
Draco shook his head at Hermione. "You might want to check where he got his information before you do anything else."
Hermione read the article in its entirety. She looked up at Draco with tears in her eyes. "Gas gave this information?"
"It would seem so Hermione."
Gaspare Maida had given a gossip columnist spurious information. Hermione was hurt and furious at the same time as she changed out of her pajamas back into her clothes. She got her wand before striding out of the room.
"I'll be back."
Draco called after Hermione, but she had kept going.
Draco leaned his head back against the bed trying to sort through what he had learned. One thing he realized was he had not approached this in the right way. He was first to admit he had been too angry and too hurt to approach it any other way. Anything to do with Hermione having an intimate relationship with Lozier drove him mad.
Draco got out of bed to get dressed. He didn't want Hermione going off alone.
/*/
Draco had flooed through to Carmela's house, but Hermione wasn't there and hadn't been there. He turned around and was ready to step back through the floo when Fausto spoke out. "You've come through our floo all upset looking for Hermione. I'd like to know what's going on. Is Hermione all right?"
Draco simply said. "There is a problem. We are trying to get to the bottom of it. She left the house very upset. I thought she was coming here. I should have realized. If she was going to find Gas, she would go to his flat."
Fausto stood up glancing at his wife. "What has Gas to do with Hermione being upset? He is my son. I'd like to know."
As he headed to the floo, Draco called out. "It's personal and it's painful. As soon as we get it sorted. I'll have Hermione come over." Then he stepped through the floo.
Fausto and Carmela grabbed their wands before heading to their son's flat. They wanted to get to the bottom of all this without their son coming to any harm.
/*/
Draco had Apparated to Gas and Sal's flat, but hadn't been able to get in. He had rung the bell and knocked on the door without any answer, finally blowing the door open with a well placed Bombarda.
Draco had walked through almost the entire flat when Carmela and Fausto stepped out of the floo. Fausto looked at the demolished door before growling at Draco. "Tell me what's going on and tell me now."
Draco explained in as few words as possible. "I don't know where Hermione has gone." He answered as he continued to look around the flat.
Draco found Hermione's jumper and wand on the floor in the kitchen. "I will kill some fucking body if Hermione has been hurt." He snarled.
Carmela began to cry. "Please tell us what's going on Draco. Please. Has Gas done something?"
Fausto put his arms around his wife as Draco sighed. "I received some information today that precipitated an argument between Hermione and myself. It appears the information came from Gas. Hermione left the house in a huff going to find Gas to confront him. I've found her wand and her jumper in the kitchen so she is unarmed as well as half dressed."
Draco was having a hard time breathing. Hermione was somewhere literally naked and he was at a loss for what to do next. As he ranted, Draco asked Carmela to ring Gas' mobile.
Carmela cried harder. " I've left my phone at the house."
Draco waved his wand at the door as he called out Reparo. The door went back to right. "Let's get back to your house so you can ring Gas' phone. Hermione doesn't have her mobile with her either. Let's go."
/*/
The three flooed back to Carmela's house where she found her mobile and immediately dialed her son. The phone rang and rang, but no one picked up.
Draco's anger had dissipated, but he was bordering on panic. Where could Hermione be? He sat down to think. His first thought was to blame Celia or Emilio. Now he didn't know what to think.
/*/
Celia hadn't calmed all the way down after her mother walked away. If anything, she began to work herself into more of a frenzy. She was rambling like a madwoman. "Hermione Granger thinks she's all that. I've got something for her arse. She will not push me out of Draco's life. She will be the one pushed out of his life."
Then she had gone to her little cove and pulled out the information that had been pried out of Gas when he was upset with Hermione. Information she twisted to her own ends.
Celia was speaking out loud to herself. "This information will get both Hermione and Draco in an uproar. By the time they find out it is a mish mash of the real story. They will have broken up and gone their separate ways. I will then have Draco for as long as I want and Emilio can have Miss know-it-all. The best part is that Draco cannot go back to Hermione once Emilio shags her. That's how it has been written for ages. If a Lozier can break the scent barrier between a Malfoy and his witch, that relationship cannot be recaptured. Thank you Edmund Lozi for your foresight."
Celia calmed down considerably once she had sent Draco the information by way of an anonymous direct speed owl. The owl would find Draco wherever he was, make the delivery and that part of her work would be done.
Now all she had to do was go find Gaspare and keep him away from Hermione and Draco. Celia knew as soon as Hermione or Draco read the letter and the article they would go looking for Gas, but she didn't plan on Gas being found. Celia knew Gas was still pissed off at her so she would have to be careful. She was going to implement her measures right in his own flat.
/*/
Luck had been on Celia's side when she entered the flat. There was a note Sal had left telling Gas he had taken the next two days off work. He was taking a portkey to London to follow up with the witch he had met over the weekend. He would be staying with Blaise if the family needed him.
Celia smiled. All she had to do was wait to put her plan into action.
As soon as she heard Gas enter the flat, Celia had sent off a patronus to Emilio telling him she was being assaulted and needed help. When Gas entered his bedroom he found a naked Celia Lozier spread out on his bed. Before he could react, she had pulled him down on top of her and reached inside his robes to grab his member.
Gas tried to pull away. Suddenly Celia was screaming. "Help. Help. Somebody help me." The next thing Gas knew he had been grabbed in the back of his collar. Gas didn't know what was going on or who had grabbed him so he had gone for his wand. As he went for his wand. He had been stunned.
Evidently Emilio had sent Aurors to answer Celia's call for help.
Celia was still screaming as the Aurors threw a blanket around her and led her out of the bedroom. While the Aurors questioned Celia, Gas was being carried off still unconscious to a criminal holding cell.
/*/
After the Aurors left, Celia called her brother to report that everything had gone to plan. If he wanted a chance at Hermione, he should get his arse over there because she should be coming through the door within the hour looking to hex Gas.