Thread: Harry Potter and What Really Happened After Voldemort (solvaris & darkangel76)

Ron and Neville watched the girls enter the ominous mansion. No one had come to invite them in, the door had just opened up for them. That made it all the more creepy and forboding. Ron suddenly felt more foolish about staying behind. He should be in there protecting Hermione from whatever dangers they may encounter. But Ron stayed hidden. Hermione was smart enough to take care of herself. Ron might even get in the way if he were there. Besides, if they all went in then they could be more easily surrounded and fall victim to a surprise attack when they decided to leave. So Ron turned his back to the mansion, his gaze focusing on the moonlit trees and their shadows. Neville noticed Ron's action and turned around more forcefully, as though he had forgotten scanning the shadows was supposed to be his job. As competent as he was with the Dark Arts now, Neville was still a forgetful boy. He'd wished for many years that Rememberalls would tell you what you'd forgotten when the smoke turned red inside it. Neville still had that Rememberall. Harry went through a lot of trouble to get it back from Draco. It felt like ages since that had happened... Draco smiled at the tension Hermione and Ginny were showing. He could practically feel it emanating from Ginny's body. In contrast, Draco felt that Luna's confidence was a little off-putting, but he knew her confidence was more the type of ignorant bliss. Draco noticed that Hermione had nudged Ginny forward. He was a little confused by this action. He listened to Ginny's pleading. Even then, Hermione couldn't resist correcting Ginny on her word usage. Insufferable as ever Granger Draco thought. So...they want me to help them find Potter do they? They must be desperate to come to me, but how do they know I can help them? And then Hermione spoke Oh, I know he can in a disgustingly smug tone. Draco narrowed his eyes at her. She knew. Of course she knew. She didn't build a reputation for the smartest girl in school by chance. With the girls standing so close, Draco's enhanced senses could see how fast their hearts were beating. Hermione's was starting to slow, her confidence slowly building, calming her. For a moment, Draco wanted nothing more than to wipe that smugness off of that filthy mudblood's face. Could he reach her before she got a hex off? Probably not. Hermione was one of the few that mastered using spells without saying them aloud, giving her a precious few seconds more to defend herself. If it weren't for that, he was sure he could sink his teeth in her before any of them could say stupify. Draco kept his eyes narrowed on Grangers. Perhaps he should act the accommodating host? Draco ignored Ginny's plea for now. Forgive my rudeness. I wasn't expecting any company at this hour. Draco's tone oozed with confidence. He muttered under his breath, pointing his wand at the fireplace. The hearth burst with blue fire. He then flicked his wand at the chandelier above, lighting the candles with the same blue flame. Though the room was now well lit, it didn't take away from the ominous feel. The blue light mingled with the grey and green colors of Slytherin House and the dark mahogany wood of his expensive furniture. Draco's face and hands were the lightest things in the room, and so drew the eye. He sat with his legs crossed, his arms spread comfortably along the frame of the couch. Now...tell me why I should help a mudblood and Weasel King's little sister find scar head. Draco intentionally ignored Luna's presence.