Mistaken
Title: Mistaken
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Twenty: Draco and Hermione’s thoughts of one another continue to plague them. But just as Ron and his captor finally come to an agreement, one life comes extremely close to danger.
Disclaimer: *sighs* Honestly, who thinks I own them? If you do - You’re my new friend. lol
A/N: Not as long of a chapter as I would’ve liked, but hey, it’s a chapter. ^_^ I’m trying to make each one longer but sometimes it just doesn’t seem to work for me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and that you’ve been waiting for it. Hehe. Thanks again to everyone who’s been reviewing! *hugs tight* you’re all awesome!
Reviews are loved and cherished.
Hermione sat on the window seat, staring out to the crowds below the apartment that she sat in. She was numb and she was cold. There wasn’t a way she could warm up either. Harry had given her a blanket a few moments after she had broken down in his arms and told him the whole story. Then he’d taken her into another room, letting her have time alone and he had come back with tea. It was the tea that he brought that she held in her hands, both were cold and the tears continued to fall down her cheeks. For once, Hermione Granger didn’t know what to do, but what bothered her more was that it was because of Draco Malfoy that she was in this situation.
Nobody had ever made her feel the way she had with him.
And though she hated to admit it, no man had ever really made her look at herself and managed to make her as happy as she was with him. She had fallen in love with Draco and now, she wanted nothing more than to purge those feelings away. It hurt deep down, and her heart continued to crumble into a million pieces. As her cold fingers wiped away her tears, Hermione glanced down to the magazine she had in her lap.
It was because of the stupid magazine that she was crying right now. If they hadn’t been the idiots that had gone and taken his picture she never would’ve picked it up to read it and then found his picture as he sat there, smirking with that trademark sneer.
The Malfoy Heir.
That’s what they had called him. Hermione shook her head as she tried to reason through her thoughts. There was no way in hell that she was ever going to have the perfect life with him that she had always wanted. Society would never accept the Malfoy Heir to marry a mudblood. Biting her lower lip, Hermione shut her eyes a moment, trying to picture her life with Draco.
But nothing came to mind.
Her heart had taken enough beatings over the past month and she didn’t want anymore to come her way. She’d just be better off moving away to end the drama and not have to deal with the possibility of running into Draco with Pansy. She almost felt like throwing up. Picturing that pig faced whore in his bed made Hermione sick. Laying a hand over her stomach, she tried to calm her nerves but nothing helped. As she took a sip of the tea, she spit it out all over the magazine because it was so cold.
Getting up quickly, she ran towards the bathroom, running right by Harry as he walked into the room. Slamming the door, she knelt over the toilet as Harry knocked on the door. He stopped knocking when he heard the toilet flush and a few moments later, she opened the door.
“You alright?” he asked her softly. Hermione wiped at the corners of her mouth as she leaned against the door and shut her eyes.
“How do I look?” she replied. Harry raised a brow, wondering if this was actually a time he should actually answer the question. Hermione’s eyes met his and he smiled a little, reaching out he wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her against him.
“You can cry on my shoulder you know?” Hermione nodded a little as she pulled back.
“I won’t break,” she murmured, “I’m not going to make that mistake again. All I ever had with Draco was just a stupid night, it was a stupid mistake.” She tried to push the tears back, but as she looked up to Harry, seeing the concern in his eyes, she broke down as she wrapped her arms around him, “I don’t know what to do, Harry. I fell in love with him and now I’m nothing to him.”
Harry patted her head gently as he held her in his arms. Seeing Hermione like this unnerved him, and deep down it bothered him to know that Draco was the cause of it. He’d never seen anyone effect her in this way, not even Ron, but with Draco, she actually allowed her guard to come down and for once, she became vulnerable.
A smile crossed over Harry’s face, as Snape would say, she was no longer an ‘insufferable know it all’. When Hermione pulled away from him she noticed the small smile and shook her head, “No matter how anyone feels you always have to find something good, don’t you?” she asked.
“It’s a talent?” Harry laughed as he took Hermione’s hand, “Unfortunately, I’m only going to be adding to your heartache right now,” he trialed off as he looked down, not wanting to meet Hermione’s gaze. Immediately, she knew something was wrong.
“What is it?” she asked, “Is something wrong with Ginny?”
“No, no, it’s not Ginny,” Harry sighed, “It’s Ron.” Hermione couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the mere mentioning of Ron’s name, but as she looked down the hall to see Ginny standing there, arms crossed as she paced back and forth she knew that there wasn’t good news coming from Harry.
“Is he dead?” Hermione murmured, not sure that she wanted to hear the truth. When Harry shook his head, Hermione let out a small sigh of relief.
“We can’t find him, Hermione.”
She raised a brow and pulled back a little, “What do you mean you can’t find him? It’s Ron. He’s obnoxious about being seen, how can you possibly not find him?” Harry shook his head.
“Susan stopped by about an hour before you did, but she didn’t stay long, she was going out to look for him. She’s afraid that something might’ve happened to him,” Harry informed her, “And I know, it’s weird to say that it’s actually Susan that came to us, but she told us that Seamus went to go look for him, you know, to talk some sense into his stubborn head.”
“And?” Hermione encouraged.
“Well, when Seamus got to the bar that we were always at, he saw Ron being led outside by a cloaked figure, he couldn’t tell who it was.” Harry finished. Hermione crossed her arms and walked towards the window as she sighed.
“How am I supposed to help?” she asked, “It’s not like Ron is going to come running to me.”
“No, but we figure that you know him just as well as Susan does, two minds are better than one.” Harry suggested, “And right now, we need to find Ron because the way that Ginny’s worrying only makes me more and more concerned for her health.” Hermione nodded as she turned towards Harry.
“I’ll need a piece of paper, I’ll start writing down every place that might be able to tell me if Ron’s been meeting with any strange people lately,” Hermione pushed her hair out of her face, “And when we find him I’m going to make sure that I slap him across the face.”
~*~
Draco wanted nothing more than to slam his fist into something. There was nothing that he could hit though. The house elves weren’t around for him to smack them. Besides, he almost felt bad because he hadn’t actually hit one since Hermione began to stay over at with him. Warming his bed…along with his heart.
He had let her go.
Draco had sat there, doing nothing except watching as she turned away and walked out of his life. Bringing the glass to his lips, Draco allowed the liquid to burn as it traveled down his throat. He couldn’t understand why he had remained standing there. The look in her eyes just before she walked out still made his heart bleed.
They wouldn’t leave him alone, those damn eyes.
He believed her but at the same time, Draco almost didn’t want to believe it because that would mean he was wrong. And dammit, Draco Malfoy was never wrong. He held the small glass tight in his hand and before he crushed it in his hand, he threw it into the fire, making it roar.
Why did he allow this to happen? Why the hell did he allow himself to fall for her?
Dammit, she was a Mudblood. She was supposed to be inferior! But no matter what Draco told himself, he knew that there was no way he could admit that she was below him. She exceeded him in everything. That didn’t make things better though.
He didn’t want to love her.
It was ridiculous. There was no way he’d beg for her. Oh, how he wanted to. Draco couldn’t sleep because everytime his face was buried into a pillow, he could smell her scent. It wasn’t perfume, but it was a distinct smell that made it Hermione. Every time he did fall asleep, it was because he was exhausted. But even then, his dreams plagued him. They were always of her. And his dreams were vivid. They didn’t allow for him to drift back to sleep.
Each time he took a cold shower and from there, he stayed awake. Usually he ended up pacing around the house and occasionally he found himself going to write to her, begging her to come back to him, for her to come home. But he never allowed it to happen. He wanted to make the dreams disappear and he wanted to keep them from ever returning.
Draco had tried to make the memory of how he felt with her and how she had made him so happy disappear. Only seconds after coming home from the wedding, his hand was wrapped up and the sheets were cleaned. Hermione’s things were removed. He had wanted nothing more than to burn everything of hers, but he never did. Climbing the stairs, he started to unbutton his shirt. He was so tired.
He fell into his bed, letting his body immediately relax as he shut his eyes. There was no point in getting underneath the blankets, he would only be up in a matter of hours anyway. It didn’t matter anymore. He tried to think of anything but Hermione, but it wasn’t working all he wanted to do was hold her in his ar-
The banging on his door caused Draco’s thoughts to scatter. Glancing towards his clock, he wondered who the hell would be banging on his apartment door this late at night, or more importantly, who the hell knew where he was living. Stalking towards the door, Draco swung it open.
As he glanced around, he didn’t see anyone.
“If you’re going to fucking knock on my door then fucking have the guts to stand in front of it when I answer it,” he growled. Draco moved to shut the door before he noticed the wand being pointed towards him. It only took a few seconds before he heard the beginning words that he feared,
“Avad-”
~*~
Ron wasn’t sure he wanted to know who the hell was keeping him hostage but it was really starting to bug him and it was driving him insane that he couldn’t see further than a few inches past the bars that surrounded the bed and small desk that he had. It didn’t matter anymore, but Ron wanted to get out of there. As he paced back and forth, he sighed and tried shaking the bars, trying to see if they would just open.
When he had no luck, Ron shut his eyes and sat down on the bed, putting his head between his two hands as they rested on his forehead. It wasn’t until he heard the soft footsteps coming into the room that Ron even glanced up, even then, he just dropped his hands and wrung them together, “Well, looks like you’ve returned and by the fact that you’re not talking, I’d say you’re not in the happiest of moods right now.”
“You got it right in one Mr. Weasley, of course I’m wondering how much it took out of that small brain of yours to actually come to that conclusion,” his captor replied, “Tell me, how did you know that Miss Granger would go to Malfoy Manor and demand to know why Draco left her side at your wedding?”
“I’m not stupid you know,” Ron started, “I’ve known Hermione for almost ten years of my life and for the better part of it; I’ve known her as my best friend. Over the past few years I’ve begun to know her intimately. You don’t just think this crap up, mate, I know her like I do the back of my hand,” Ron replied as he stood up, “So where did you trail her to? Let me guess, Harry’s?”
His captor didn’t utter a single word, all Ron could hear was the constant pacing back and forth, “Look, would you stop that already and just tell me what you’re keeping me locked up for? If Draco Malfoy is in such danger like you say he is, don’t you think you should be checking up on him?”
“Draco can handle himself,” the man paused, “What I don’t understand is why you’re so concerned for Draco’s welfare when you’ve hated him for as long as you’ve known Hermione?” Ron rolled his eyes as he kicked the bars.
“Screw you,” Ron growled, “How can you even think about asking me all these questions when you said that Hermione and Draco are in danger, can you stomach the fact that they might be dying because you’d rather sit here and play questions and answers with me?”
“Their welfare has and probably never will be your concern, Mr. Weasley,” Ron’s captor sneered, “So I suggest you just continue on with your pathetic life as I try and fix the mess that you’ve made just by thinking with that pathetic brain of yours.”
“Then why the hell are you asking me these questions?” Ron spat back as he tried to reach through the bars, trying to grab something of his captor’s clothing, “Why the hell aren’t you actually out there, trying to figure out where they both are so instead of having me locked in this damn thing you can lock them up?”
“Because, Mr. Weasley, I can’t seem to find either one of them right now,” the man hissed, slamming his hand against the bars that separated them, “Due to your lovely little scam that you decided to pull, both of them have completely disappeared and I can’t find them. Do you realize that Death Eaters are probably going after Draco right now? They’re going to put him through the same torture they did his mother.”
Ron sat down, his knees going weak. There was nothing he could say and there was nothing that he could do because he was stuck behind stupid bars, “You,” he paused, “You don’t think they’d go after Hermione, do you?”
“Oh, worried about the Mudblood,” his captor laughed a little, “Of course they will. They’ll manage to tell her where Draco is and have her find him, just like he found his mother that night. Do you want to know how he found her Weasley? Her wrists were cut open, and her eyes staring right into him as he walked into the room. She was cold to the touch, and had been for hours,” Ron tried to cover his ears but that didn’t make the image disappear.
“They wouldn’t do that to them,” he murmured.
“Wouldn’t they?” his captor asked, “They’re the cruelest men and woman I’ve ever met - some are even worse than Voldemort himself.”
“How can we find them?” Ron wondered.
“You’re going to tell me, where would Miss Granger run to if she needed somewhere to stay, to clear her thoughts so to speak.”
“Harry’s apartment,” Ron answered immediately.
“Are you sure?” The man asked, his fingers curling around the bars.
“Positive, you’re bound to find her there, I can promise you that she’d go there because Harry lives with Ginny, they’re best friends,” Ron said, “If you let me out of here I can take you to her.” The man paused a moment and then slowly nodded as he pulled his wand from his cloak.
“Alohamora,” he murmured, unlocking it. Ron walked out and before he could make another move, his captor grabbed his shirt and shoved him against the bars, “You, I knew it was yo-”
“You’d do well to keep your mouth shut and do exactly as I say Mr. Weasley, now let’s go.” Digging his fingers into Ron’s arm, the man and Ron walked from the room, down the long narrow hallway.
Author: Raven jaded_icy_rose
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Twenty: Draco and Hermione’s thoughts of one another continue to plague them. But just as Ron and his captor finally come to an agreement, one life comes extremely close to danger.
Disclaimer: *sighs* Honestly, who thinks I own them? If you do - You’re my new friend. lol
A/N: Not as long of a chapter as I would’ve liked, but hey, it’s a chapter. ^_^ I’m trying to make each one longer but sometimes it just doesn’t seem to work for me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and that you’ve been waiting for it. Hehe. Thanks again to everyone who’s been reviewing! *hugs tight* you’re all awesome!
Reviews are loved and cherished.
Hermione sat on the window seat, staring out to the crowds below the apartment that she sat in. She was numb and she was cold. There wasn’t a way she could warm up either. Harry had given her a blanket a few moments after she had broken down in his arms and told him the whole story. Then he’d taken her into another room, letting her have time alone and he had come back with tea. It was the tea that he brought that she held in her hands, both were cold and the tears continued to fall down her cheeks. For once, Hermione Granger didn’t know what to do, but what bothered her more was that it was because of Draco Malfoy that she was in this situation.
Nobody had ever made her feel the way she had with him.
And though she hated to admit it, no man had ever really made her look at herself and managed to make her as happy as she was with him. She had fallen in love with Draco and now, she wanted nothing more than to purge those feelings away. It hurt deep down, and her heart continued to crumble into a million pieces. As her cold fingers wiped away her tears, Hermione glanced down to the magazine she had in her lap.
It was because of the stupid magazine that she was crying right now. If they hadn’t been the idiots that had gone and taken his picture she never would’ve picked it up to read it and then found his picture as he sat there, smirking with that trademark sneer.
The Malfoy Heir.
That’s what they had called him. Hermione shook her head as she tried to reason through her thoughts. There was no way in hell that she was ever going to have the perfect life with him that she had always wanted. Society would never accept the Malfoy Heir to marry a mudblood. Biting her lower lip, Hermione shut her eyes a moment, trying to picture her life with Draco.
But nothing came to mind.
Her heart had taken enough beatings over the past month and she didn’t want anymore to come her way. She’d just be better off moving away to end the drama and not have to deal with the possibility of running into Draco with Pansy. She almost felt like throwing up. Picturing that pig faced whore in his bed made Hermione sick. Laying a hand over her stomach, she tried to calm her nerves but nothing helped. As she took a sip of the tea, she spit it out all over the magazine because it was so cold.
Getting up quickly, she ran towards the bathroom, running right by Harry as he walked into the room. Slamming the door, she knelt over the toilet as Harry knocked on the door. He stopped knocking when he heard the toilet flush and a few moments later, she opened the door.
“You alright?” he asked her softly. Hermione wiped at the corners of her mouth as she leaned against the door and shut her eyes.
“How do I look?” she replied. Harry raised a brow, wondering if this was actually a time he should actually answer the question. Hermione’s eyes met his and he smiled a little, reaching out he wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her against him.
“You can cry on my shoulder you know?” Hermione nodded a little as she pulled back.
“I won’t break,” she murmured, “I’m not going to make that mistake again. All I ever had with Draco was just a stupid night, it was a stupid mistake.” She tried to push the tears back, but as she looked up to Harry, seeing the concern in his eyes, she broke down as she wrapped her arms around him, “I don’t know what to do, Harry. I fell in love with him and now I’m nothing to him.”
Harry patted her head gently as he held her in his arms. Seeing Hermione like this unnerved him, and deep down it bothered him to know that Draco was the cause of it. He’d never seen anyone effect her in this way, not even Ron, but with Draco, she actually allowed her guard to come down and for once, she became vulnerable.
A smile crossed over Harry’s face, as Snape would say, she was no longer an ‘insufferable know it all’. When Hermione pulled away from him she noticed the small smile and shook her head, “No matter how anyone feels you always have to find something good, don’t you?” she asked.
“It’s a talent?” Harry laughed as he took Hermione’s hand, “Unfortunately, I’m only going to be adding to your heartache right now,” he trialed off as he looked down, not wanting to meet Hermione’s gaze. Immediately, she knew something was wrong.
“What is it?” she asked, “Is something wrong with Ginny?”
“No, no, it’s not Ginny,” Harry sighed, “It’s Ron.” Hermione couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the mere mentioning of Ron’s name, but as she looked down the hall to see Ginny standing there, arms crossed as she paced back and forth she knew that there wasn’t good news coming from Harry.
“Is he dead?” Hermione murmured, not sure that she wanted to hear the truth. When Harry shook his head, Hermione let out a small sigh of relief.
“We can’t find him, Hermione.”
She raised a brow and pulled back a little, “What do you mean you can’t find him? It’s Ron. He’s obnoxious about being seen, how can you possibly not find him?” Harry shook his head.
“Susan stopped by about an hour before you did, but she didn’t stay long, she was going out to look for him. She’s afraid that something might’ve happened to him,” Harry informed her, “And I know, it’s weird to say that it’s actually Susan that came to us, but she told us that Seamus went to go look for him, you know, to talk some sense into his stubborn head.”
“And?” Hermione encouraged.
“Well, when Seamus got to the bar that we were always at, he saw Ron being led outside by a cloaked figure, he couldn’t tell who it was.” Harry finished. Hermione crossed her arms and walked towards the window as she sighed.
“How am I supposed to help?” she asked, “It’s not like Ron is going to come running to me.”
“No, but we figure that you know him just as well as Susan does, two minds are better than one.” Harry suggested, “And right now, we need to find Ron because the way that Ginny’s worrying only makes me more and more concerned for her health.” Hermione nodded as she turned towards Harry.
“I’ll need a piece of paper, I’ll start writing down every place that might be able to tell me if Ron’s been meeting with any strange people lately,” Hermione pushed her hair out of her face, “And when we find him I’m going to make sure that I slap him across the face.”
~*~
Draco wanted nothing more than to slam his fist into something. There was nothing that he could hit though. The house elves weren’t around for him to smack them. Besides, he almost felt bad because he hadn’t actually hit one since Hermione began to stay over at with him. Warming his bed…along with his heart.
He had let her go.
Draco had sat there, doing nothing except watching as she turned away and walked out of his life. Bringing the glass to his lips, Draco allowed the liquid to burn as it traveled down his throat. He couldn’t understand why he had remained standing there. The look in her eyes just before she walked out still made his heart bleed.
They wouldn’t leave him alone, those damn eyes.
He believed her but at the same time, Draco almost didn’t want to believe it because that would mean he was wrong. And dammit, Draco Malfoy was never wrong. He held the small glass tight in his hand and before he crushed it in his hand, he threw it into the fire, making it roar.
Why did he allow this to happen? Why the hell did he allow himself to fall for her?
Dammit, she was a Mudblood. She was supposed to be inferior! But no matter what Draco told himself, he knew that there was no way he could admit that she was below him. She exceeded him in everything. That didn’t make things better though.
He didn’t want to love her.
It was ridiculous. There was no way he’d beg for her. Oh, how he wanted to. Draco couldn’t sleep because everytime his face was buried into a pillow, he could smell her scent. It wasn’t perfume, but it was a distinct smell that made it Hermione. Every time he did fall asleep, it was because he was exhausted. But even then, his dreams plagued him. They were always of her. And his dreams were vivid. They didn’t allow for him to drift back to sleep.
Each time he took a cold shower and from there, he stayed awake. Usually he ended up pacing around the house and occasionally he found himself going to write to her, begging her to come back to him, for her to come home. But he never allowed it to happen. He wanted to make the dreams disappear and he wanted to keep them from ever returning.
Draco had tried to make the memory of how he felt with her and how she had made him so happy disappear. Only seconds after coming home from the wedding, his hand was wrapped up and the sheets were cleaned. Hermione’s things were removed. He had wanted nothing more than to burn everything of hers, but he never did. Climbing the stairs, he started to unbutton his shirt. He was so tired.
He fell into his bed, letting his body immediately relax as he shut his eyes. There was no point in getting underneath the blankets, he would only be up in a matter of hours anyway. It didn’t matter anymore. He tried to think of anything but Hermione, but it wasn’t working all he wanted to do was hold her in his ar-
The banging on his door caused Draco’s thoughts to scatter. Glancing towards his clock, he wondered who the hell would be banging on his apartment door this late at night, or more importantly, who the hell knew where he was living. Stalking towards the door, Draco swung it open.
As he glanced around, he didn’t see anyone.
“If you’re going to fucking knock on my door then fucking have the guts to stand in front of it when I answer it,” he growled. Draco moved to shut the door before he noticed the wand being pointed towards him. It only took a few seconds before he heard the beginning words that he feared,
“Avad-”
~*~
Ron wasn’t sure he wanted to know who the hell was keeping him hostage but it was really starting to bug him and it was driving him insane that he couldn’t see further than a few inches past the bars that surrounded the bed and small desk that he had. It didn’t matter anymore, but Ron wanted to get out of there. As he paced back and forth, he sighed and tried shaking the bars, trying to see if they would just open.
When he had no luck, Ron shut his eyes and sat down on the bed, putting his head between his two hands as they rested on his forehead. It wasn’t until he heard the soft footsteps coming into the room that Ron even glanced up, even then, he just dropped his hands and wrung them together, “Well, looks like you’ve returned and by the fact that you’re not talking, I’d say you’re not in the happiest of moods right now.”
“You got it right in one Mr. Weasley, of course I’m wondering how much it took out of that small brain of yours to actually come to that conclusion,” his captor replied, “Tell me, how did you know that Miss Granger would go to Malfoy Manor and demand to know why Draco left her side at your wedding?”
“I’m not stupid you know,” Ron started, “I’ve known Hermione for almost ten years of my life and for the better part of it; I’ve known her as my best friend. Over the past few years I’ve begun to know her intimately. You don’t just think this crap up, mate, I know her like I do the back of my hand,” Ron replied as he stood up, “So where did you trail her to? Let me guess, Harry’s?”
His captor didn’t utter a single word, all Ron could hear was the constant pacing back and forth, “Look, would you stop that already and just tell me what you’re keeping me locked up for? If Draco Malfoy is in such danger like you say he is, don’t you think you should be checking up on him?”
“Draco can handle himself,” the man paused, “What I don’t understand is why you’re so concerned for Draco’s welfare when you’ve hated him for as long as you’ve known Hermione?” Ron rolled his eyes as he kicked the bars.
“Screw you,” Ron growled, “How can you even think about asking me all these questions when you said that Hermione and Draco are in danger, can you stomach the fact that they might be dying because you’d rather sit here and play questions and answers with me?”
“Their welfare has and probably never will be your concern, Mr. Weasley,” Ron’s captor sneered, “So I suggest you just continue on with your pathetic life as I try and fix the mess that you’ve made just by thinking with that pathetic brain of yours.”
“Then why the hell are you asking me these questions?” Ron spat back as he tried to reach through the bars, trying to grab something of his captor’s clothing, “Why the hell aren’t you actually out there, trying to figure out where they both are so instead of having me locked in this damn thing you can lock them up?”
“Because, Mr. Weasley, I can’t seem to find either one of them right now,” the man hissed, slamming his hand against the bars that separated them, “Due to your lovely little scam that you decided to pull, both of them have completely disappeared and I can’t find them. Do you realize that Death Eaters are probably going after Draco right now? They’re going to put him through the same torture they did his mother.”
Ron sat down, his knees going weak. There was nothing he could say and there was nothing that he could do because he was stuck behind stupid bars, “You,” he paused, “You don’t think they’d go after Hermione, do you?”
“Oh, worried about the Mudblood,” his captor laughed a little, “Of course they will. They’ll manage to tell her where Draco is and have her find him, just like he found his mother that night. Do you want to know how he found her Weasley? Her wrists were cut open, and her eyes staring right into him as he walked into the room. She was cold to the touch, and had been for hours,” Ron tried to cover his ears but that didn’t make the image disappear.
“They wouldn’t do that to them,” he murmured.
“Wouldn’t they?” his captor asked, “They’re the cruelest men and woman I’ve ever met - some are even worse than Voldemort himself.”
“How can we find them?” Ron wondered.
“You’re going to tell me, where would Miss Granger run to if she needed somewhere to stay, to clear her thoughts so to speak.”
“Harry’s apartment,” Ron answered immediately.
“Are you sure?” The man asked, his fingers curling around the bars.
“Positive, you’re bound to find her there, I can promise you that she’d go there because Harry lives with Ginny, they’re best friends,” Ron said, “If you let me out of here I can take you to her.” The man paused a moment and then slowly nodded as he pulled his wand from his cloak.
“Alohamora,” he murmured, unlocking it. Ron walked out and before he could make another move, his captor grabbed his shirt and shoved him against the bars, “You, I knew it was yo-”
“You’d do well to keep your mouth shut and do exactly as I say Mr. Weasley, now let’s go.” Digging his fingers into Ron’s arm, the man and Ron walked from the room, down the long narrow hallway.