Just the Two of Us

Chapter 2

A/N: Ive had three seprete people comment on my story, and as a writer I cant even tell you how happy that makes me. Hearing peoples perspective, feedback and views on the story honestly just makes my day, anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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'Whats in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would be just as sweet' - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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In the few minutes they were unconscious, their whole word changed. They were torn away from their magical core, apparated; while unconscious, across countries and left in an unfamiliar house with a lady then had never met. They were over 300 miles away from where they had grown up, from the only place they knew.

Lucille paced around the drawing room, her breathing was heavy, and she felt as though she was slightly dazed. She was nervous for the two to wake up. She knew two teenagers who had pretty much been kidnapped, taken from the world they had. known and had there magical abilities taken from them would not be particularly pleasant when they woke up.

Walking helped always her nerves. So, she continued to pace up and down the room, stopping at a portrait of her parents and herself. They had been purebloods who believed in Salazar Slytherins ways (they believed in pureblood supremacy, and that there should be strict blood requirements to get into Hogwarts) so she had been disowned when she turned 12 after not receiving a letter to Hogwarts. The Dumbledore's took her in, she lived with them until she was 18, which was when she had met the (then soon to be) prime minister of France. But in the time before she turned 18, her and Dumbledore had had a special, romantic, connection. Or at least she had thought. They had dated for a while, but Dumbledore ended it the morning he left for 6th year.

She had thought their bond had been special, that they would have ended up together, but it must have been more one sided than Lucille had thought.

Her and the Prime Minister had never ended up having children of their own, for her husband was far too busy to raise children. Lucille had become lonely over all those years. She had everything, money wise, that she could have dreamed. But she had never once gotten to have a family, or a husband, who truly loved her.

She lived on the outskirts of Paris, in a wealthy town where everyone assumed money equaled happiness. Infact they all thought Lucille must have been the happiest and luckiest woman alive, when in reality she was longing for something that would make her happy, other than an object deemed to have a high value.

Which was one of the reasons she had agreed to help Dumbledore. There were two kids, who she now had a chance to love and care for. So as nervous as she was for them to wake up, she was extremely excited too.

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Draco's head felt heavy with a headache that pounded at the back of temples.

He was laying face down on the cold marble floor, he pushed his arms up as to raise himself. Once he was on his knees, he blinked several times to get his eyes to adjust to the light before looking around to bear his surroundings.

He didn't know where he was, how he had got there or why he was here, but he did know Hermione was face down a few feet to the right of him. He scrambled to his feet and reached her in a few short strides.

He was slightly panicked inside. His mind raced about 100 miles an hour

Is she okay?

Where are we?