Bloodlust

Chapter XIII

Glass clinking into each other and footsteps on her bedroom floor. The hustling of her surroundings whilst she slept. Hermione opened her eyes despite how the daylight hurt her eyes. Her head was pounding like something was about to crack out of it. She wandered her sight around and saw Narcissa placing a food tray with her breakfast on it.

"Hermione, good morning." Greeted Narcissa. "You slept safe and sound, I see," she added and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Morning," Hermione greeted back, her voice sounding exhausted like she was already at the end of her day.

"You must've drunk a lot. Didn't you?" Narcissa teased.

"Not much," replied Hermione as she sat on her bed.

"I brought you painkillers and soup. I have a feeling, that your head must be torturing you right now," said Narcissa.

"Oh, thanks. By the way, if you don't mind me asking..."

"What happened last night?" Narcissa continued her sentence.

It wasn't hard to identify the stress that Narcissa just went through. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She must not have gotten any sleep after whatever happened to Lucius last night.

Hermione nodded politely.

"Well..." started Narcissa as her eyes began to gloss with tears, pointing her eyes to the door.

"Draco lost nine yesterday..." Narcissa's voice cracked.

"Nine?" Hermione asked, lost by Narcissa's words.

"Out of twenty-one trainees, nine lost their lives trying to survive the last task against the Dark Lord." Narcissa's voice faded into a whisper upon the mention of the Dark Lord.

Hermione gasped in shock at what she heard.

"Are they serious? Even Harry, 'the chosen one,' did not survive against him. How do they expect those kids to survive against him?" Hermione said, enraged.

Hermione felt her eyes sting from the tears that were threatening to fall. Her sudden mention of Harry's name in such a statement made her heart clench.

"Lucius was punished by the Dark Lord as he was disappointed by the waste of magical blood and— and Draco..." Narcissa sobbed hard, unable to finish her sentence.

"— and, Draco?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Draco's been missing since last night. When I arrived at Lucius' office, he told me Draco's been tortured before him, and that he's been missing since last night. His friends were looking for him, and they still can't find him—" explained Narcissa, scarcely breathing in panic.

Hermione was clueless about what to do with the worried mother crying in front of her. She was lost for words as she has not processed her emotions too.

Hermione sighed defeatedly, moving closer to Narcissa and rubbing the worried mother's back, attempting to comfort her.

"They will find him... His friends will be able to find him— Don't worry about Draco— he's... he's..."

"That was rude! I was drinking that—"

He looked at her, and his stares felt like it could fucking commit murder.

She brushed it off and went to grab another bottle, but upon the wave of his wand, the bar cart blasted together with the unopened bottles of alcohol.

"You're a psycho—" she frowned at him with disbelief painted all over her face.

Her babbling mouth shut as he sealed her lips with his.