Innocents Be Damned

Set In Motion

Draco

Draco knew his house inside and out. He knew which windows were alarmed and which ones were not.

Unfortunately, the ones that weren't were on the second story.

"Draco, despite me being tall for a girl, I'm not ten feet tall and I can't reach that window," Pansy said in a bored tone.

"Yeah, I know, hold on." Draco thought for a moment before an idea came to him. "Pansy, do you know how to drive?"

Ten minutes later, Pansy had hotwired his parent's second car and driven it into their backyard. Draco climbed on top of it, fingers barely able to brush the bottom of his own bedroom's balcony.

"Damn," he swore. "What now?"

"Try jumping."

Draco jumped up. His fingers barely touched the top of the balcony's floor before he came back down. His feet slipped on the hood of the car and he slipped backward.

"Whoa!" Pansy cried, catching him. "Careful! You're supposed to be falling for Harry, not me."

Draco laughed at the cheesy line before climbing on the hood of the car again. He jumped, and grabbed onto the balcony, holding himself for a second before falling again and being caught by Pansy again.

"I can almost reach it," he murmured.

"You're so close," Pansy encouraged.

"My parents will be home in fifteen minutes," Draco worried. 

"Fuck that. Get on the fucking balcony."

Draco nodded, climbing on the car once more and jumping again.

His fingers caught onto the balcony, and he strained to pull himself up. He threw one leg onto the balcony, and then pulled himself up, climbing over the balcony's fence and grinning down at Pansy.

"Yes!" she cheered.

"Is anything heavy down there?" Draco asked. "I need to smash my glass door. It's locked."

"I gotta chair," Pansy suggested, grabbing one of his parent's expensive chairs and slowly climbing onto the car. She held it above her head and Draco reached down, grabbing it and pulling it over the balcony's fence.

He closed his eyes, holding the chair out in front of him and swinging hard. It bounced off the door and flew out of his hands onto the lawn.

"Watch it!" Pansy cried. "Just judo-kick the fucking door!"

Draco shrugged, and roundhouse kicked the glass door hard. Nothing happened except pain in his foot.

"Great idea, Pansy!" he shouted sarcastically.

"Shut up. Here." She poked her head out of the shed she had been rummaging around in and pulled out a shovel. She climbed on the car and handed it to him.

Draco closed his eyes, swinging the shovel hard, expecting it to bounce again. Instead, it smashed straight through the door.

"Yes!" Pansy cheered.

Draco smiled, accomplished, dropping the shovel and climbing through the hole into his room. He ran downstairs and unlocked and opened the back door for Pansy.

They rushed up to his room, and opened their backpacks, shoving Draco's clothes into them. Draco grabbed his toothbrush and hairbrush, and then went downstairs to see if his parents had left their wallets.

He smirked as he saw his mother's purse resting on the table in their living room. He rummaged through it, pulling out her wallet and a few fifties.