Enchanted [A Dramione Fan Fiction]

A Great Escape

"Come out, come out Draco! We know you're in there!" A rough voice called out.

Draco stood still against the wall, hardly breathing, with his mother in his arms. Beads of sweat poured down his back as he heard footsteps getting dangerously close to him. He cast a glance out a window near him to see more and more Death Eaters appearing outside. He wanted to sit and rest, he just wanted to get out of there. His mother moaned slightly and Draco heard the scuffling of feet stop. It was now or never.

Draco set her down carefully and stepped into view of three Death Eaters. Their eyes narrowed at him and they immediately cast spells that were tinted yellow, green and electric blue toward Draco's chest. He dropped to the floor and an expensive vase exploded behind him. He cast a confounding spell in the blink of an eye toward the nearest Death Eater.

The two others tried to escape out of view but Draco cast them with an unforgivable curse, the cruciatus curse. They writhed in pain on the floor as Draco scooped up his mother and ran to the door. He stopped right where they were, thrashing in the floor before he looked them in the eye and said, "That is what you get for messing with my family." He stormed out the door but almost immediately fell; twenty Death Eaters surrounded him.

He racked his brains for some spell to protect him, and it hit him. "Protego Maxima!"

Nothing happened at first, but the first spell casted on him deflected and the Death Eaters cowered. Relieved beyond comprehension, he bolted toward the gates. Some Death Eaters, who knew not to cast any spells on him, lunged to grab him but disintegrated into million of blue particles that floated away into the wind. They were powerless against him, but they could still try one thing.

"Lock the gates!" Shouted a boulder like man. Draco huffed and puffed as he ran faster than he had ever had to get past the gate. His mother lay unconscious in his hands. His heart burned as if it were on fire yet he plunged forward. He was only 20 feet away when they began to close it.

I can make it, I can make it, he thought to himself. His mother yelped in pain as he dived forward.

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"Hermione dear! It is so great to see you!" Mrs. Weasley flung out her inviting arms to embrace Hermione. She gladly accepted and hugged gratefully. She wondered when she had her last hug. "It is great to see you too Mrs. Weasley!" Mrs. Weasley took Hermione's hands and stood back to get a good look at her. She sighed. "Now this is good eating! You are finally rounded in the middle!"

"Well, actually... Mrs. Weasley... I'm pregnant." She blushed to the roots of her hair once she finished her sentence. Mrs. Weasley squealed joyfully and called for Mr. Weasley loudly. In the mean time, she jumped up and down in place and hugged Hermione even tighter. George and Hermione laughed together at her reaction. "See?" said George. "I told you she would react like this!" 

Mr. Weasley came into the room. He seemed a little bit more leaner than the last time Hermione saw him, seeming more like a withered down man than the muggle enthusiastic Weasley she knew, but nonetheless loved him just as much. His bright smile lit up his face as he saw what Mrs. Weasley gestured at. "My my! Our Hermione is growing up! Congratulations!" Mr. Weasley took her into a tight hug and shuffled off to greet his son. 

Mrs. Weasley, still clearly excited by the way just bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, rambled on. "Oh our little Hermione! I remember when you were just a young one, getting on the train for Hogwarts. Now look at you! Already having a baby! Is it a girl? Is it a boy? Who is the father? Wait..." Her flamboyant voice trailed off as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.