2,17: "Excuses, Excuses."

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"Lumos!" Hermione incantates, showing that Malfoy and Jamie were about to kiss. About to kiss, but was startled by her, and the yell of pain Ron let out.

"Jamie, there you are!" The brunette girl sighs in relief.

"What the hell are you doing with Malfoy, James?" Harry crosses his arms and looks at his sister in disappointment.

"I needed a smoke, and he," Jamie accusingly points at Malfoy, "arrived here seconds before fire started at the campsite. He said it "was a coincidence"."

"And I said, that it was a coincidence."

"Go fuck yourself, Malfoy." Ron says in the most disrespectful tone he could as he stands up from the ground.

"Language, Weasley." Malfoy's ice gray eyes were glittering, "Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you?" He nods at Hermione as a flash of green light momentarily lit the tress around them.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione crosses her arms as well.

"Granger, they're after Muggles." He sneered, "D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around...they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh."

"Hermione's a witch." Harry snarled.

"Have it your own way, Potter." The platinum-blonde grinned maliciously, "If you think they can't spot a mudblood, stay where you are."

"YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" Ron shouts and Jamie hardly slaps Malfoy across the face, leaving a light red print on the blonde's right cheek.

Then a bang came from the other side of the trees that was louder than anything they had heard. Several people nearby screamed, and Malfoy chuckled softly as Jamie jumped a bit.

"Scare easily, don't they?" Malfoy asked, leaning back to the tree's trunk, "I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to-trying to rescue the Muggles?"

"Where're your parents?" Harry's temper was rising, "Out there wearing masks, are they?"

Malfoy turned his face to Harry, a smile still on his face, "Well...if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?"

Why in the fucking shit would you pause? You're basically letting us know that they're Death Eaters. Jamie mentally facepalms and gets dragged by Hermione, to find the others.

"Keep that big bushy head down, Granger." Malfoy sneered, "Yours too, Jamie!"

"Fuck you!" Jamie replies, flipping him off and following Hermione.

Merlin, this girl has got a hold of me. Malfoy lets out a sigh as Jamie, Hermione, Ron, and Harry walk away.

Fred, George, and Ginny were nowhere to be seen, as the path was packed with plenty of other people, all looking nervously over their shoulders toward the commotion back at the campsite.

A huddle of teenagers in pajamas were arguing along the path.

When they saw Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Jamie, a girl with thick curly hair turned and quickly asked, "Où est Madame Maxime? Nous l'avons perdue-"

"Er-what?" Ron was stunned.

"Je ne sais pas où est Madame Maxime. Je suis désolé." Jamie replies back.

"Beauxbatons." Hermione muttered.

"Sorry?" Harry recalled.

"They must go to Beauxbatons," Hermione replied, "You know...Beauxbatons Academy of Magic...I read about it in An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe."

"Oh...yeah...right." Harry nods.

"Lend me that book sometime, Hermione." Jamie says, not bothering to look at the brunette as she communicated with the girl who was speaking French, "Écoute, je ne sais pas où elle est. Peut-être rester ici avec tes amis et attendre qu'elle revienne."


"Look, Fred and George can't have gone that far," Ron pulls out his wand, lighting it like Hermione's and squinting up the path.

Harry dug in his jacket pockets for his own wand, but it wasn't there, "Ah, no, I don't believe it...I've lost my wand!"

"WHAT!?" Jamie turns around, "COMMENT AVEZ-VOUS PERDU VOTRE PUTAIN DE BAGUETTE?!"

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