The Girl Who Lived ☆ D. MALFOY

Chapter 55

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All hell broke loose within seconds. Hermione and I looked at each other once before drawing our wands and glancing around the room for Ron and Harry. My brother joined us fairly quickly, but the familiar redhead was nowhere in sight much to Hermione's dismay.

"Ron!" she cried over the shouts and screams around us. "Ron!"

Off to the side, I saw my godfather and his wife back to back duelling with two masked attackers, but I wasn't allowed to worry about them for long. A jet of light was shot in our direction, and I just barely stopped it from hitting Hermione. The three of us raced across the dance floor with my best friend half sobbing beside us—

And then Ron was there. He grabbed Hermione by the hand as she grabbed mine and I grabbed Harry's before she turned on the spot, plunging us into suffocating darkness. For a moment, I couldn't breathe and all light was extinguished, then we reappeared in the middle of a crowded sidewalk.

"Where are we?" asked Ron from behind me where Harry walked beside him. Hermione was taking long strides slightly in front of me.

"Tottenham Court Road," she answered. "Walk, just walk, we need to find somewhere for you to change."

She was right, we were in desperate need of new clothes. Harry and Ron were attracting questioning looks and judgmental stares. We came across a dark alley and turned into it where Hermione pulled out and opened her small, beaded bag. We all changed and Harry threw on the Invisibility Cloak. Even though I too looked like myself again, I wouldn't fit under the cloak with him without our feet showing, so I merely walked slightly behind Hermione and in front of Ron who was beside the invisible Harry.

"Just as a matter of interest, why Tottenham Court Road?" Ron asked Hermione as we weaved through the crowd of Muggles.

"I've no idea, it just popped into my head, but I'm sure we're safer out in the Muggle world, it's not where they'll expect us to be."

"True," said Ron, "but don't you feel a bit exposed?"

"Where else is there?" she answered. Young and middle-aged men were catcalling and wolf-whistling at Hermione and I as we passed, and though we both did our best to ignore it, I could see Hermione cringing while I was barely hiding my expression of disgust. "We can hardly book rooms at the Leaky Cauldron, can we?" The wolf-whistles grew louder, but she continued over it. "And Grimmauld Place is out if Snape can get in there." The jeers and crude comments were setting my teeth on edge, and yet, Hermione ploughed on. "I suppose we could try my parents' home, though I think there's a chance they might check there. Oh, I wish they'd shut up!"

"Alright, ladies?" the drunkest of the men was yelling to us from across the street. "Fancy a drink? Ditch those wankers and come have a pint!"

Ron looked about ready to deck the man, but before he could even shout his threats across the street, Hermione grabbed him by the upper arm and pulled him along.

"Let's sit down somewhere," she said hastily, guiding the three of us toward a seemingly empty coffee shop. When we sat at one of the greasy, dust-covered tables in the café, I sat beside Ron so I could face the entrance. Harry went into the booth before Hermione and she took the seat opposite Ronald. However, with her back facing the door, she seemed even more on edge than before and had taken to looking over her shoulder every three seconds.