Dramione: WANTED

CHAPTER 30: IT ALL COMES BACK TO BLOOD

CHAPTER 30: IT ALL COMES BACK TO BLOOD 

Draco wanted to say that he'd been in worse situations than the one he was facing right now. He wanted to say that he was calm and collected and thinking of a way to get out this mess, and save everyone else too. He wanted to say that he felt no fear at the prospect of death.

But it was kind of a hard thing to do when all of them were petrified on the floor of a dungeon, and Hermione was gone once again. The masked bastard had taken her along with him, laughing like a maniac, the blood he'd collected from everyone present, floating along behind him in a line.

As the dungeon door had slammed shut, Draco had felt a sickening feeling in his stomach, like something was going to go very wrong, very soon.

He didn't know how long they were trapped in the spell for, but every second felt like hours, and it was almost frightening how much it was hurting him that he wasn't with Hermione. His mind was so occupied with the idea that he could lose her, that it took him longer than the others to realise that the spell suddenly broke and that he could move again.

"We can move again!" Blaise cried out triumphantly, struggling to his feet before hopping around as pins and needles kicked in. Ron stood up too, wincing before helping Pansy and Harry to their feet too, he didn't go near Draco, who seemed to be too deep in his thoughts.

"Fat lot of good being able to move around if we can't get out of here anyway," Pansy muttered, trying not to look at Draco in case she started bawling her eyes out as how sad he looked. This hadn't been how she'd imagined the story going, and it certainly wasn't what she wanted.

If something happened to Hermione, she didn't even want to think about what Draco would do to those responsible.

Everyone froze as Draco leaned forward and picked up the shoe that Hermione had taken off and left behind, his brows furrowed deeply and his lips pulled into a look that both Harry and Ron were familiar with.

It was an almost replica of Hermione's 'I'm thinking, don't interrupt me' face.

Blaise, however, wasn't as familiar with that look as the other two men were, and frowned at the shoe in Draco's hand in bewilderment, taking it off him to stare at it blankly, unaware of the wince of pity from the Golden duo and the anger steaming off of Draco.

"She took this off on purpose, right? Why would she leave us a shoe?" Blaise asked no one in particular, turning the boot this way and that, trying to figure out its secrets.

Draco stood up suddenly, and Pansy took a step away immediately, pulling Ron back with her. "Don't touch Granger's things." Draco stated, his voice low and tense.

Blaise looked up at his best friend and squeaked, before carefully handing it over, except, he was so nervous that he really was going to end up in a pink coffin, that he dropped it on the floor.

Everyone watched as the boot fell on the floor and bounced twice.

Draco grabbed Blaise by the collar, pissed off at everything in the world right now, ready to take his anger out on anything that slightly annoyed him.

And then the heel of the boot clicked open.

Draco let go off Blaise and bent down to pick it was.

Inside the long compartment of the shoe, was a wand.

"I'm a bloody genius," Blaise muttered, hiding behind Harry and thanking all the gods in the world for his luck.