A/N- Sorry for the delay of updates. I would just like to take a moment to tell you all that I simply do this for fun. When I cannot sleep or when I am on an airplane I write this story. I am a twenty-something with a full time job who writes this to relax in my free time. And with that being said, I am about to upload three or four chapters that I wrote on my flight back home.
In other news, I am on a new computer system and my paragraphs have gone all wonky. I've tried to fix them in edit but without success. If anyone knows what the hell I am doing incorrectly, let me know. I am about to smash my computer to bits.
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN- Flee Hermione listened closely for Draco's loud footsteps to descend the stairs and the heavy door to slam behind him. She lingered in her room for another thirty minuets to make certain he was not coming back.
Her fingers fumbled with nerves as she got dressed and dragged out her hidden suitcase. After eating what she could keep down she slithered up towards Malfoy's quarters. She had never been to his floor and found it colder and darker than any other part of Black Landing. Taking extra care she examined every possible trap or curse along the way.
No stair step was safe nor any painting, which might have alerted Malfoy of her location. The child inside her was kicking inside her as if in protest of her rule breaking. "Hush, please," she urged. "We have to do this," Hermione whispered.
After hours of rigorous curse breaking and watchful steps she came to the double doors of her husband's bedroom. Nothing happened once inside. No awful noises, shooting spells or other traps.
She relaxed her body and smiled to herself that she was inside after all of her hard work. Hermione was so pleased she didn't notice her surroundings at first.
The furniture was dark but the eerie quiet of Malfoy's bedroom made it seem gloomy rather than inviting like the rest of the house. Books were scattered everywhere and his bed looked like no one had slept in it in weeks.
But her mission was not to critique how Malfoy kept his room. Her mission was to snatch up Floo powder and leave as quickly as possible.
There was barely any left in the jar next to the fireplace but it would be enough for the two trips she needed. Cautiously with her prize in hand she glided back out, silent as a snake, replacing all of the spells. Holding on to the jar of Floo powder in her shaking hands she went back to her room to grab her bag.
The flaw in her plan, however, was that Malfoy sat in her armchair with her bag in his lap, shaking from rage.