Hiraeth // draco malfoy

THIRTY ONE

a slight change of plans

Hermione stared at Blaise in shock, as he had just finished telling her about the fight club that Rodolphus had put together. Blaise insisted that considering Rodolphus had captured Fred, it meant he would be thrown into the fight club, as that's always what Rodolphus did with his own captures. Apparently, it had happened late last night when Fred had volunteered to go to Andromeda's home to give her information on everything that had been happening. But he never showed and one of the PA spies had seen Rodolphus around the same area. So it had been presumed what happened.

Hermione's mind was spinning, as she feared the worst for her friend Fred. And Dru felt the exact same way. "We can get him out." Draco groaned, not wanting to do it, but knowing Dru would never forgive him if he didn't, and he had to for her safety. Hermione whipped around to him, with tears in her eyes. Ron, sat on the sofa behind them, with his head still placed in his hands, not wanting to deal with more problems, especially involving his family. This torment never ended for him.

"You can?" Hermione gasped with a glimmer of hope sparking in her eyes.

"That's the advantage of having death eaters for allies. We know where it's located, we know it's on Thursdays, which by the looks of it, is tonight." What were the odds?

"Why would you want to help us?" Hermione asked, in an almost cold tone, unconvinced.

"To prove you can trust us. Believe me, I could care less about the Weasley twin." Draco scoffed, walking over to Dru's side.

"I don't believe you'd actually help. With all offense, I think you lot would run off the second you get the chance." Hermione scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff, knowing this decision would be a questionable one.

"I'll go with them." Dru insisted, chiming into the conversation.

"Are you mad?" Pansy suddenly snapped at her. "The second you walk in there, you'll be killed on the spot!"

"It's been over seven years. I've changed. And how many of the death eaters have actually seen my face outside of photographs?" Dru asked, genuinely wondering. She had a point. It wasn't like they were sitting there, staring at her picture everyday wondering where she had been. For all they knew, she was dead along with her family line.

"I'm not letting you do that, Dru." Draco muttered to her but she rolled her eyes.

"Draco," Blaise began in a whisper, "it actually may be a smart move to have her accompany you. Rodolphus will never believe you're there to just enjoy the simple pleasures of the club. Nearly all the men bring women. There's practically a bloody orgy in every other room. And you can't bring one of the PA members, because you know as well as I do, mate, that they know every single one of them." Draco had no desire to introduce Dru to that lifestyle, and he definitely didn't look forward to seeing the man who he presumed had something to do with his mother's death, in person yet. But, Blaise had a fair point that he couldn't exactly find the words to argue.

"Look, I'm sure there's gotta be a spell or something that we can use to change the color and style of my hair. I'm also sure that they'll be too drunk off their asses to recognize me. Even more so, if I don't exactly look like Ophelia." Dru insisted and Pansy reluctantly agreed.

"That could actually work pretty well." Hermione spoke once again. Draco glared at her. Of course Granger would be willing to put her in the crossfire when it benefits her beloved Ron.

"I can't risk it. I wont put Dru's life on the line for a fucking Weasley." He snapped at her. Hermione's anger was beginning to get the best of her as her hands balled up into clenched fists, nails digging deep into her skin. She really hated Draco Malfoy.