Boys Night, Girls Night | By : ginbucket009 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 66024 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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To all the reviewers in the past few weeks, I cannot explain how much it means to me. The reviews keep me excited to write and post chapters- and of course I love to hear what you think! I do have one little tidbit of advice for reading this chapter. Keep an open mind. Not everything is as it seems :-p That being said, here you go!
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33.
Draco could not stop staring at one spot.
Half of him wished he would, it was making some creature claw at his insides, amplifying his nausea.
The other half knew he deserved it. He had failed Hermione. That small circle of blood was screaming at him, but keeping him rooted to the spot. He couldn’t believe how much pain came with that small red circle. But it was enough to keep him tongue-tied.
Harry was still murmuring with Ginny over the sequence of events, his hands around her shoulder as if holding her steady. Even in crisis, they gravitated towards each other, each seeking and giving comfort.
It positively galled him.
“So what are we going to do?” He growled, going back to observing his spot of shame.
Harry let his shoulders sag, reaching up to rub his eyes under his glasses. “I am going to call the rest of the aurors out to scour the area, look at this crime scene, and the like. You are going home with Ginny to spread the word to only those who can be trusted and get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. We are not telling the press-”
This caused Draco to wrench his eyes away from his spot of shame and glare furiously in Harry's direction. “What do you mean we are not telling the press? Everyone needs to know! Hermi- She’s a public figure, recognizable!” Draco spluttered, not able to say Hermione’s name. His throat restricted, making him cough. “Put out the information and we have millions of eyes on the lookout you bloody ponce!” He finished ruthlessly.
Harry took a deep breath. “We need to check our leads first. We need to complete searching for witness reports from those in the building, see if we can’t get any information out of Roger. Opening this up to the public right now would be a disaster. A high profile public figure has been kidnapped, Draco. People will get hysterical, Voldemort will all of a sudden resurrect himself to be the lead suspect in kidnapping Hermione, false calls will be made, lunatics will confess, false leads will be created, tabloids will feed off of it, and we do not have the time or manpower to handle that right now.” Harry finished in a tone that suggested he should know all of this.
And the terrible part was that Draco did. He was aware of the protocol. He just didn’t want to admit it. He also knew he could nothing officially since he didn’t have the authority. So instead of apologizing, he simply held up a hand and nodded. “Serpens…” He asked exhaustedly.
Harry dipped his head in acknowledgment. “Already questioned, and sent on his way with the understanding that he will be summoned as needed for questioning about this situation and his past motives.”
Draco stared at the scene before him; the broken shoe, a ripped piece of trench coat, a couple of hairpins…and one spot of blood. Grimacing, he turned on the spot and made for Potter’s apartment.
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Hermione rushed to the bathroom, farthest from whoever just entered the apartment, and more importantly, she was no longer in the bedroom. Leaning over the sink, whatever was left in her stomach decided to make its presence known.
Clammy hands grabbed the sides of the sink. Oh gods- please don’t let him come in here, she begged silently. Rinsing her mouth, she splashed cold water on her face. It helped calm her down, helped her manage the hysteria clawing up her throat.
She lifted her head up to look in the mirror. She felt her heart stop when she realized that she wasn’t alone in the bathroom. He was in the mirror, staring at her. It couldn’t be him.... Right?
Her realtor was staring at her with an expression on his face that made her want to vomit…again. It was half murderously enraged, and half smiling. It was the look of someone who was completely and irrevocably insane.
Hermione felt as though she was in a full bodybind. She couldn’t move her feet. She couldn’t breath. The only way she knew she wasn’t under a jinx was when he reached out to pet her head, and she flinched.
“When I call you,” he said in a calm tone, “you come running to me. Understand?” Hermione started shaking.
Not pleased with her answer, she felt his hand twist into her hair roughly pulling her completely upright. “You come to me at a RUN.” He said loudly. Hermione couldn’t even frame a coherent thought before she felt her face crash into the bathroom mirror.
Everything went black.
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