Imperiused (Dramione)

12 Grimmauld Place

The taxi the young witches were riding stopped outside numbers 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place just as Ginny had instructed to the driver. Thankfully, Hermione was still awake during their ride.

The girls waited until the cab was already turning onto a corner before going in between the houses to get inside number 12. It was almost sunset, only a few muggles could be seen outside the street.

"Come on," Ginny urged her friend. She pulled her closer and whispering the Fidelius Charm's secret, Number 12 Grimmauld Place appeared before them, in between numbers 11 and 13 (as if the houses jumped away from each other).

They quickly entered the front door, locking it afterwards.

"We did not kill Albus Dumbledore," Ginny declared before the enchanted dust-form of their former Headmaster could get closer to them. It disappeared as fast as it had come.

"Blood-traitors!-" Walburga Black's portrait at the hallway starterd shouting at them.

"Silencio!" Ginny pointed at Sirius Black's mother's portrait. "Honestly, Harry should bury that portrait in between walls," she grunted.

"Kreacher!" Ginny called, hoping the old House-elf would follow her orders.

They moved towards the kitchens. Hermione looking so pale, she might pass out any moment.

"I will make us some tea," Ginny informed her. The blasted elf still not appearing before them. She bustled in the kitchen, preparing tea for the two of them.

The older girl sat down and laid her head on the table. She was so exhausted. The potion's effects reappearing now that her shock of seeing Narcissa Malfoy has lessened.

"We need to owl Harry," Ginny declared, giving Hermione a cup of tea. "Drink that," she ordered.

The brunette took the cup, it warmed her cold hands. "Thanks," she said, taking a sip of the hot tea.

Suddenly, there was a pop, and a very old House-elf appeared before them. "Who called Kreacher?" He asked, bowing.

"Kreacher, remember us?" Ginny asked, looking at the old elf with a smile. The elf has been somewhat amiable after the war.

"Ms. Weasley," he greeted. "What brings you here? Master Potter is not here," he added.

"Hermione needs to rest, could you prepare a room for her?" The redhead requested.

The House-elf nodded, then looked at Hermione in disbelief. "You have ancient Black blood on you!" He exclaimed. "What would my mistress say?! The Black blood has been tainted!" He whispered yelled.

The two witches was stunned at the elf's words. Ginny stood up and pulled him by the neck. "What did you just say?" Ginny asked angrily.

"Ginny, don't hurt him," Hermione pleaded. Even though Kreacher insulted her blood again, she was more concerned about the elf who was struggling at Ginny's hold.

"Nothing, nothing," Kreacher replied, frightened. "Kreacher must go and prepare a room for Mistress Hermione," he added, then he disapparated.

"What the-," Ginny said angrily. "We need Harry now!" She casted her Patronus, a silver horse formed in front of them. "Tell Harry to meet us here at Grimmauld Place, and don't tell Ron," she instructed her Patronus who galloped away once receiving the order.

"Ginny, I really need to sleep now," Hermione told her friend. She could not force herself to be alert anymore even though they need to talk about her situation.

"Come on, I will help you," Ginny stood up and supported her towards the bedroom at the first floor where they used to sleep when this house became the Order of the Phoenix's Headquarters.