All the way III: More of Life

When Draco woke up, he was quite disorientated. Then, after he remembered where he was and why, he wondered when he had fallen asleep.

"This isn't a hotel, you know." Grumbled the red head, handing him a cracked cup with scalding tea inside.

"Good, because I’m not paying you anything." Draco sneered. When Weasley continued to mumble under his breath, Draco got irritated, "Look, Weasley, what crawled up your ass and died?"

The other man flopped down into a chair opposite the one Draco was sitting in, "I can't believe I’m doing this! If any one see's us, it'll ruin my reputation with Hermione -"

"What?" Draco laughed, "The reputation of kidnapping her when you're meant to be her best friend?"

Weasley glared, "You did it too, remember!"

"Yeah, but at least I never pretended to be her friend before hand." Draco smirked.

"Urgh!" Weasley was getting frustrated, "Look, just drink that and tell me the plan that you have probably got in your head... And have a bloody shower!"

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Days before, the Spanish house had been filled with laughter, but today everything had changed.

Annie seemed to have changed into her mother because she was making cups of tea every two seconds. No one was drinking it. There was at least ten cups of cold liquid in each of the many rooms.

When Hermione wasn't in the shower or in bed, she was standing by one of the long windows in the living room. She was perfectly still except for her hands and fingers that were twisting together, entwining with one another.

Her husband was always close to her. At the moment, he was sitting in a chair, not too far from the window she was staring out of.

Lucius was sitting on the sofa opposite the window, watching Hermione as well. He was scared for Eileen. Where was she? Was she hurt? Alive, even?

He watched from behind as Hermione hands came up to her face, her whole frame shaking with the deep breaths she was taking as she tried to calm down. Lucius had never seen her so... like this and it made him feel child like. He had always seen her as unemotional in some ways; nothing bad fazed her. If there was a problem, she sorted it without making a fuss. He had never seen her this scared or this worried, and neither had her husband by the looks of things.

Lucius watched as Hermione left the room, passing Annie who was carrying two steaming cups.

She always left the room when she cried, refusing to let any one see her so upset as they had when they had went to the dungeons the day before.

And Lucius was glad that he didn't have to watch her cry, because it scared him.

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Eileen had finally given up fighting when she heard a snap and felt a searing pain by her ribs. Who knew one old woman could be so strong?

Eileen could remember a fight and then she had hit her head on something and blacked out. When she had awoken, she had found herself in a large, but dusty bedroom on a double bed.

This house reminded her of a house she had visited once before, 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry Potter owned it and had been living there while the house that he and Ginny had bought was being refurbished. Like this house, it had an air of being a great house once, a long time ago, but it had been left to go into disrepair.

Eileen shivered and sat up on the bed. Her head was pounding, her jaw aching and blood was still dripping from her lip. She had never been in a proper physical fight before and, while she was not too bad with a punch, she was no match against a fully grown witch.

She heard a noise outside and sat up, straightening her clothes and wiping the blood from her lip.

The door opened.

"Not so mouthy now, are we, baby."

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Ron listened to the address, thought about it, and followed Malfoy.

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Eileen moved away from Julian, who had seated himself on the bed.

"I'm only thirteen!" She gasped.

"We need to start early if we want to rebuild the number that were lost against the light, baby." He said calmly.

"I am not having one child - let alone any more - with you!" She shouted, trying to get it through to him, "I'm too young!"

"We are going to have a baby, baby, and we are going to make that baby now." He explained slowly, "If we don't, my mother will kill me."

"I hope she does!" Eileen screamed hysterically.

"Tough luck, baby." He sneered, grabbing her ankles and pulling her down, away from the headboard.

Eileen kicked her legs, freeing her ankles, but Julian just pinned down her legs by sitting on them. She threw her arms up, trying to scratch or hit him, but he moved quickly, pinning her wrists above her head.

She couldn't believe this was happening. This couldn't be happening! As his face came closer, Eileen clenched her teeth together, her lips tightly shut, her eyes closed; she turned her head to the side.

Her eyes flew open when one of his hands left her wrists and circled her throat in a bruising grip, squeezing. Eileen choked silently, her mouth still shut tight, trying to pull her arms free from his other hand so she could pull him off her throat, but his hold was relentless. Finally, when she was sure she was turning purple, she opened her mouth and took great gulps of air.

Immediately, his mouth was on hers, his slimy tongue snaking around hers. Beside herself with fright, Eileen bit down. Hard. Julian pulled back, swearing.

He shook his head, looking down at her, "You'll pay for that, baby."

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Draco looked down at the old woman, stunned on the floor of the living room, her eyes moving angrily.

Weasley kicked her for good measure, before they moved off through the house.

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Hermione threw the tissue across the room, missing the bin. For the fifteenth time. She was numb with worry and it hadn't even been three days yet. She just wanted her little girl. To make sure she was alright and safe.

The door clicked as it opened slowly. Hermione quickly wiped away any tears that were lingering on her cheeks and plastered on an inquisitive smile.

Severus sat down next to her and she leaned into his arms. He had a look on his face. That look. When he was angry.

"What's up?" She asked.

"He's escaped."

Hermione frowned, "What?"

"Draco Malfoy escaped last night." he said quietly.

She squeezed her eyes shut, burrowing closer to her husband, "I can't believe this."

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Eileen had nearly given up. This was going to happen, whether she wanted it to or not. And she couldn't do a thing - not one bloody thing - about it!

She hated herself for being so weak. She hated herself for letting this creep under her skin and into her life. She hated her mother for being so in control, so that Eileen felt she had to live up to her. She hated her father for being so unapproachable about these things. She hated Sirius for being right about telling some one. She hated Lucius for not putting up a fight about her staying in Spain for a few more days. She hated Annie for... just being.

But most of all, she hated the cold, clammy hand that was working its way under her T-shirt. She hated the bruises on the shape of finger marks on her throat. She hated this male on top of her. She hated, because if she couldn't hate, she would be scared. And she hated being scared.

There was a noise, but she couldn't see passed the body on top of her.

Then, suddenly, there was no body.

Something crashed. Some one screamed. Some one pulled her off the bed and behind them. Some one shouted a spell over the screaming as Eileen straightened out her clothes self consciously wiping away the tears, the blood from her lip smearing across her cheek.