When Malfoy wants a Witch

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Chapter 20 - Stuff a Bezoar down her throat...and tell the Malfoys

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"Shoes are a girl's treasure," Hermione said, pouting at the thought of her pretty shoes being destroyed

“We will get you a dozen pairs instead of that one. You don't worry about that.”

Hermione frowned sadly, "Those were one of a kind."

Blaise hugged her. Why did she not notice the perfect room he had decorated for her? Even all that Gryffindor decorations?

Hermione hugged back, "You are such a good friend, Blaise. I don't know what I would do without you. I do, of course, need to let Harry and Ron know not to worry about me. I will ask them to let the sod worry though!"

“Of course, Sweetheart. I shall send an elf to buy you some clothes. You just relax.” He gave her a stuffed lion with a Gryffindor scarf.

Hermione took the lion and hugged Blaise, "Stay with me."

“I will stay, sweetest,” He said and lad her down on the pillows.

He knew that he had to take it slow with the witch. She was not ready to be asked for sex right away.

Hermione sniffled louder and fell on the bed, "Why did he have to ruin everything?" She sobbed into the pillows. "Why?"

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Draco stood chest puffed at the alter watching down the aisle as he saw his father walk calmly down the aisle toward him without his witch.

"I think you forgot something, you senile old man," Draco said through his teeth with a plastered on smile.

“There's a problem, Draco. I think you and your groomsmen should come with me,” Lucius pointed at Weasley and Potter who were standing next to Draco.

Draco's face fell, "What happened?" he whispered as he motioned to Potter and Weasley to follow.

Lucius didn't say anything just led the way.

Draco gasped as he pushed open the door to where his Hermione had been waiting, "Hermione, what's wrong?" he called putting his hand over his eyes. "I'm not looking. I just want to talk."

Lucius cast a silencing spell around them, "She's been kidnapped!"

“What?” Draco screamed.

"She's gone!" Lucius said, "And her dress is shredded and bloody!"

"And thanks to you, we have no way to track her. She could be dead by the time we find her!"

“Why thanks to me?”

"If she was pregnant, we could track her easily! But since, you've yet to touch her!" Lucius said, putting a hand on his head and sliding down onto a white cushioned bench with a light spattering of blood.

“We need to collect the evidence,” Weasley suggested.

Harry walked around a little looking at everything.

“And question any witnesses,” Harry added.

Draco fell to his knees and took her dress in his arms and tugged it close as tears began to fall.

"HERMIONE!" he shouted loud and long clinging to the ripped garment.

“If you had done your job, you would be wed by now,” Lucius said in annoyance.

Draco reached for one of her shoes and hugged it close. He took the other shoe and the veil hugging all the things close. He stood up and wandered away into the house with tears flowing down his cheeks. His Hermione was kidnapped...maybe dead.

Narcissa walked into the room distraught. “The guests are wondering what happened.”

"Hermione has vanished," Lucius said, walking to his wife and pulling her close. He rubbed her back gently.

“How could that happen? I only left her fifteen minutes ago!”

“I don't know. When I came in, I found her dress shredded and bloody."

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Blaise laughed as he watched them with the wizard's glass.

"They're all looking for her," he whispered to his reflection in the mirror as he washed his hands.

He had just gotten the clothes he had ordered for her delivered. The witch in question was sleeping like a baby. He had managed to slip a sleeping potion in Hermione’s juice glass. She was too hysterical.

Blaise walked back out and touched her cheek. She would be persuaded by her anger to marry him, and wizarding marriages were permanent. He leaned over and stroked her back.

She would want to have sex with him every day several times. They would have half a Quidditch team's worth of children.

Hermione had tear trails on her cheeks, and her pillow was stained with her makeup. She frowned in her sleep and whimpered. She was lost in a huge castle and couldn't find Draco. Where was Draco?

She wanted to find him and make love to him. He needed her. She went to a window in the tower and stared out across a vast chasm. She could see him on the other side staring at the castle.

"Draco! Draco!" she shouted across to him.

"Draco isn't here, my love," Blaise whispered, pulling her closer in his arms. "But don't worry. I will keep you safe."

“Bring me to Draco! Please!”

"No, remember, he is a liar. He is evil. His nickname for you in the Slytherin common room was 'Mudblood whore.' He is a horrible person, undeserving of your notice."

“Why did he call me that?” she asked, shaking in sobs.

"He is a horrible, uncouth animal. He said you would be his sex slave when the Dark Lord reigned, that you would beg to service him." Blaise smiled at his lies.

Hermione cried even harder. She couldn't believe that her sweet, caring Draco had said such horrible things.

"It's alright. He can't hurt you now."

“I love him.”

"He isn't worthy," Blaise whispered.

“But what can I do?” she asked, still shaking.

"You could marry me," Blaise offered, "Make him pay for it forever."

“But would you even want me? I mean.”

"Of course, I want you. I've loved you from the first time we spoke."

“I always thought you liked...boys more.”

"NO!" Blaise said, pulling away from her. "I'm not a bum lover."

“But men usually don't have much fashion sense. Or listening ability.”

"I was raised by my mum only. My dad is some deadbeat who didn't care about me more than he did get his weekly booze. So I know how to treat a lady."

“Aw, Blaise, I am so sorry about your father. You have become a good man.”

He hugged Hermione. "I hope I can be a great father one day."

“I am sure you will be good! You have been good to me.”

Blaise smirked. “I want us to be happy together,” He said and kissed her cheek gently.

"Blaise, I'm still in love with Draco. I know what he is like, but I love him still. It hasn't changed. I'm just very angry with him."

“Think, Hermione. He is not worth your love. How can you love a man who wanted to make you his sex slave and use you for unmentionable acts?”

Hermione turned over and faced the wall opposite Blaise. "The heart doesn't change so easily. I know he is a monster, so I love a monster."

“I will help you forget. You’re a genius witch...you will understand.”

"Can I just be alone?" Hermione asked, sniffing softly.

“I cannot leave you alone in such an upsetting time. You need a hug,” he said and pulled her close so that she rested on his chest.


"Please, Blaise, I just want to be alone. I can't stop thinking about Draco. How he used to take me and get me Muggle food and walk by the Thames."

“We can do all that too. We will make new, good memories for you. And true ones this time...not lies concocted by a death eater at heart.”

Hermione hugged the pillow and sniffed it. Remembering Draco smelled of herbs with a hint of orange.

“Would you like a light dinner? You need to eat, love.”

Hermione shook her head. "I just want to be alone. I'll feel better in the morning."

Blaise got up and went to the closet. After slight rummaging, he extracted a ruby red long silk night gown. He put it on the end of the bed. “Let me run you a relaxing bath, love. It will let you sleep easier.”

Hermione didn't answer. She didn't want to tell Blaise that she wished Draco was there to bathe with her.

“Please, Love. You will feel better after the bath, I already run the bath for you,” Blaise said when he returned from the bathroom and returned to her room.

He got the witch to sit up. “May I Floo Draco?”

"That would negate our purpose my darling."

“But I love Draco!” she whined.

Blaise gently got the witch to stand up. “I've run you a wonderful bath. It will relax you nicely.”

Hermione whimpered, "Can I at least send him a HOWLER?" She allowed Blaise to help her to the bathroom.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Blaise said, looking down and to the left. “He needs to suffer a bit today.”

Hermione sunk into the luxurious bath. “You know, Draco took me to Russia and there we had a hot tub. He touched me.” She giggled.

Blaise sneered as he turned away, "How did he touch you?"

“He touched my girly bits and it made me all hot!”

Blaise wanted to strangle Draco. The pervert! To calm his nerves and to stop her babbling, he opened a bottle of sparkly wine and offered her a flute.

"I shall exact my vengeance on Draco," Hermione said, turning away from the dark boy.

“And how will you do that?” Blaise asked, arranging a selection of luxury truffles on a plate.

“I will slap him and I will tell him he's a dirtbag. A cute dirtbag," she mumbled at the end.

“You need a good man. Who will treat you like a princess,” Blaise murmured and held out the sweets for her to take.

"Please, I want to go and talk to Draco."

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Draco lay curled on his bed holding the shorn dress spattered with blood. He rested his head on the pillow where Hermione had lain her own the first day she returned from the spa to him.

Why had she been kidnapped? He had failed her; he was supposed to protect her.

If she would not return to him, his life was over.

"What are you doing in here, Draco?"

Lucius sat on the bed next to his son and touched his shoulder. The boy didn't need more distress but he needed to know the severity of the situation that they were now in. And that he had to find Hermione efore the other families did.

“I want to die,” Draco murmured and hid his face in the pillow.

"We will find her, Boy. You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself and rally your courage. It seems she was stolen from you, but other families are stating that this shows an inability to protect her and are using it as a means to try to annul the Marriage Board's ruling."

“What if she's dead already?”

"If she was dead, the hair in the devotion charm would be grey," Lucius said, lifting the charm from under his boy's shirt to show it to him.

Draco gasped when he saw that it was still the same chocolate color it had always been.

He kissed the charm.

“What if she's tortured by some crazy pureblood supremacists?”

"Most of them are in jail, Draco," Lucius said, rubbing the boy's back.

“Even Weasley and Potter have done more to help her than you have...they started an official search. All newspapers are running her missing and reward in the front page,” Lucius said.

Draco sniffled, "Who would take her from me? She loves me. I can hear her voice saying my name every so often."

"That's good," Lucius said, "It shows a very strong bond. She is thinking about you."

“I want her to come back to me. I want to be her beloved husband.”

"We will find her," Lucius said, "Do you have any reason to believe she ran and was not kidnapped?"

“I didn't do anything to make her run away. I respected all her wishes.”

"Alright," Lucius said, hugging Draco close. "Just the way you were talking made me think that you believe she had a choice in her situation. We will find her. I promise."

“Maybe she left me because she didn't want to be bound to me for the rest of her life,” Draco sobbed.

"No, she loves you," Lucius said. "Anyone could see it the way she looked at you."

“Maybe I was not sexy enough for her. Or she remembered how I was in school.”

"You haven't done anything that would upset a Gryffindor. Don't forget that she is a Gryffindor. You know how they value honesty even when it is painful, and that they are a little quick to over-react."

“But what if, I don't know, she decided she didn't love me anymore?'

"She won't. You don't fall in and out of love at the speed you expected a new broom from me." Lucius teased gently.

“There's so many things going through my mind...and if they killed her, I want to die too.”

"They didn't kill her," Lucius whispered, pointing to the pendant. "Look."

Draco gasped as he saw the pendant was glowing red and pulsating.

“What does it mean?”

"That she is pissed off with you!" Lucius said, and he smacked the back of Draco's head. "You stepped in it this time. If you have to get on your knees and beg in front of the whole wizarding world to get her to come back, you'll do it!"

“Of course…anything…if only we could find her!”

"DRACO MALFOY!" Ron shouted bursting into the room. "What have you done to make Hermione fake a kidnapping?"

“What?” Draco looked up.

"The blood in Mione's dressing room is the same thing that they use to Blood-Lollies! She is very pissed with you to pull this. Trust me. I know. She's crazy when she is angry. Probably about to start PMSing. Never seen her this angry before."

“She was not mad at me this morning. I didn't see her after mother took her away to get her ready.”

"Did you lie to her? That is the only thing that she gets so upset about that she would fake a kidnapping. The question is where would she go. She isn't at our place," Harry said. "Think carefully."

“Have you checked Longbottom's and Lovegood's places?”

"Longbottom...haha..." Ron giggled.

Harry smacked the back of Ron's head.

“What's wrong with Longbottom?” Draco asked.

“Did you also check the Nott and Zabini residences?” Lucius asked.

"He just finds the name funny," Harry said, "because he has the maturity of a gnome."

“But there was nothing at Nott's or Zabini’s. Blaise is on holiday in Bora-bora, they say.”

"I saw that hottie today," Ron said, "I never forget a sexy bum."

"He really doesn't," Harry said.

"How are you two so calm?" Draco yelled jumping up and grabbing Harry's shirt.

“Because we will find her. If she faked her kidnapping it means she's boiling in anger. Not too long and you'll get the meanest howler.”

“A week! Don't you realize that's forever?” Draco yelled. "I didn't do anything."

"If she contacts us, we'll let you know how she is doing," Ron offered.

"No, I shall apparate there."

“Apparate where? She can't be tracked,” Ronald added.

"Apparate to where she is speaking to you!" Draco said, and his eyes widened as he ended his sentence.

“Potter, Weasley! Stop babbling and explain what you mean,” Lucius said and hauled Draco you stand.

"Hermione will contact Harry and I so we know not to worry about us. We will try to talk her into sending you a howler before a week is up," Ron said, "in return for a gentle bum cupping."

"Don't ogle Draco!" Harry said. "I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND!"

“We could always try a threesome!' Ron cheered. 'If you want, Harry, we could even ask the older Malfoy too!”

“Excuse Ron for being his usual stupid self,” Harry said and dragged Ronald away.

Lucius sneered, "Yes. Please do contact us when you hear from the temperamental witch."

“I want my Hermione back,” Draco whined.

"Well, you need to think of what you could have done that Blaise could have shared with her that would have been infuriating enough so that she would pull this stunt."

“Maybe she found out about the fake marriage contract lie you made up?” Draco asked his father furiously.

"Since when do you listen to everything I say?" Lucius said, glaring at Draco. "You were the one who said, 'Honesty is best.'"

“I wanted her to fall in love with me for a good reason. Not because we both went through Voldemort's curse.”

"I know," Lucius said. "We need to make an effort to make her believe that we don't know what she is up to, so we are going to run missing ads in the Prophet."

“Fine. Whatever gets her back.”

"You need to organize a search for her," Lucius said.

“Potter and Weasley are already doing it,” Draco slumped on the floor and summoned a bottle of vodka.

"No, they aren't. They just basically said that there was no point. You needed to wait for her to cool down, but you need to show her that she is important to you."

“I don't want to do anything!” Draco said and plopped down on his bed.

"How do you think you will gain her forgiveness by drinking yourself into a stupor? You need to show her that you care for her above everything. All this says is that you feel sorry for yourself."

“If she loved me, she would've not run away.”

"She would punish you though, wouldn't she? And her tactic is quite Slytherin, don't you think? You should appreciate her cunning and diabolical mind."

“She would not run away if she loved me,” Draco repeated and hid his face in a pillow.

“Boy, do you think that she will love a coward?”

Draco mumbled into his pillow and curled up tighter.

"What was that?" Lucius asked.

"I said: Nobody loves me," Draco mumbled. "You should just transfigure me into a rabbit and sell me."

“Despite this seeming such an inviting option, I do not want to lose my heir and my future grandchildren.”

Draco pouted, and shoved himself farther under the pillows.

"What am I to do?" he moaned.

"WHAT ARE YOU TO DO?" Lucius yelled, "Is this a question?! You will remind her you know who she is! AND YOU WILL SHOW HER WHO YOU ARE! That you will fight for her!" Lucius poked Draco in the chest as he grew more incensed.

"Stop poking me!" Draco said, shoving at his father's hand.

"Poke! Poke! POKE!" Lucius said, punctuating each word with a sharp poke at his child.

“She is probably shagging Zabini or Nott, or maybe both and having a big laugh about me!”

"Get up!" Lucius said, shoving his son out of the bed. "Get up!"

“I don't want to get up!” Draco protested and held on to the headboard.

Lucius pulled out his wand and promptly doused his son and the bed with a fountain of water.

"I don't want you to lose the love of your life. You will grow up and act like you have some sense!"

He snatched Draco and dragged him downstairs waving a quick drying spell over him.

“I have sense! She doesn't love me!”

"If she is this angry with you, it means she definitely loves you!" Lucius said, shoving him into the dining room where several dozen aurors were looking at a floating three dimensional map of England.

“She hates me!” Draco protested and tried to get away from the room.

“Here, Draco, write!” Harry said and shoved a pad of paper and a quill in Draco's hand.

“We will send the letter to her and to the publisher of the Prophet. Write heartfelt.”

Draco sniffled, "Do I make her think I believe she is kidnapped?" he asked with his lower lip sticking out and quivering a little.

“Yes! And beg her to return to you. Tell her you love her and are an idiot for losing her.”

"And a few tears smudging the ink would be good, too!" Ron chimed.

“Creevey, take a picture too!”

Suddenly, a flash of a camera blinded Draco.

Draco sat at the table as the other aurors suggested the top places to look for Hermione. He began writing his letter.

“Gosh, you look really horrible!” Ron declared as he looked at the picture.

"At my worst, I still am handsomer than your best," Draco murmured as he tried to stop his tears and keep his handwriting legible.

Ron just grinned and proceeded to instruct the other Aurors.

An eagle owl swept down and landed on Draco's shoulder.

“Copy that before you send it away,” Potter reminded him.

Draco waved his wand over the parchment and a copy appeared under it.

Draco gave Potter and slumped on the desk.

“She'll get back to you,” Potter tried to cheer Draco.

"What if she doesn't?" Draco asked.

"Hermione is compulsive about responding to mail she receives," Ron said.

Draco didn't listen.

"Baby," two soft arms circled Draco. "She'll come back. I know." Narcissa stroked her son's hair.

“What if she hates me? If she found out how I was before the curse was lifted.”

"She will understand," Narcissa said, "Come with me." She took her baby's hand and led him out of the room. "Let me show you something."

Draco followed her, dragging his feet.

"Don't scuff your shoes," Narcissa admonished gently.

“I don't care about the shoes.”

"I am your mother. I'm supposed to say that."

She led Draco to the library.

She took out a bowl and placed it on the table. It swirled with memories.

"What is this?" he asked. "I want to go find Hermione!"

“You have to see this. Then you can go and look for her again.”

Draco stuck his finger in the memories.

Narcissa rubbed his back gently as he sat still.

He pulled out about an hour later.

"You ran from father?" Draco asked. "Why?"

“Because he was annoying,” she said and smiled innocently.

"Am I ANNOYING?" Draco moaned falling into his mother's lap.

"No," his mother whispered. "You're a liar."

"MOTHER!" Draco said, sitting up straight.

Narcissa pulled a small parchment from her dress pocket.

"She is safe. She just sent this to Lucius and myself. She asks us to let you worry. But I can't stand seeing my baby in pain."

Draco took the parchment and opened it.

Your son is a liar and needs punishing. But you and your husband have been nothing but kind to me. I wouldn't want you worrying.

Several words here and there were scratched out.

Draco's hands were shaking.

Narcissa took her wand and tapped the scratch marks. The original letters rose from the parchment and hovered.

I still love him.

“She loves me!” Draco yelled and jumped up.

"Yes, Baby. You see you have nothing to worry about, but you need to show her how much she means to you. She will forgive you. You must tell her the whole truth. I have a feeling she still doesn't know everything."

“How can I tell her?”

"I kept all the articles we ran about what was going on," Narcissa said, taking out an envelope and showing them to Draco. "Don't send these through owls. She needs to find out in person. Maybe whomever she is with would purposely destroy these."

“But where is she?”

"There was no return address, Darling. We just have to wait till she contacts us again. But I loved your father when I ran from him too. But I could not take seeing him worried as I did in the papers. I contacted him within an hour of when I saw the first article with picture of him. And I was staying with your Uncle Rudolphus."

“I want my Hermione back!”

"She will contact you. Probably with a howler. I am sure of it."

“I hope you're right, Mother,” Draco said and hugged her.

"I'm always right, Draco," Narcissa told him, hugging him.

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Hermione fidgeted a little. She felt bad for having betrayed Blaise and sent a letter through the floo to Narcissa and Lucius. But they had done no wrong, and they didn't need to be punished as Draco did.

They were nice people. Narcissa was like a second mother to her.

Blaise came into the room and took her hand, "Would you like to go for a walk on the grounds? The winter flowers are in full bloom. And it's nice out."

"A walk would be okay," Hermione said, going over and taking Blaise's arm and allowing him to lead her through the mazes of passageways in the Zabini Castle.

“You are lovely,” Blaise said and kissed her cheek.

Hermione blushed as she stepped out into the sunshine. She would send Draco a howler in a few days. That was enough time to make him worry for. Any longer would just be plain cruel.

“Would you like to go for Muggle food today?”

"It might be nice this evening," Hermione said.

Blaise smiled. Maybe she was coming along finally.

She was resolved to ball Draco out in a few days and then maybe go and slap him a good one.

He deserved that. He needed to grovel and beg a lot before she'd let him explain.

Blaise was nice but he was nowhere as adorable as Draco.

He should be on his knees and cling to her skirts.

Draco was like a little cherub angel.

“What are you thinking about, Love?”

"I am thinking of how Draco is being punished, and how it will build his character and form him into the perfect husband."

“Draco is a prat. He doesn't deserve you.”

The stupid window closed out by itself...Can I get everything after: "A walk would be okay," Hermione said, going over and taking Blaise's arm and allowing him to lead her through the mazes of passageways in the Zabini Castle.

"But I love him, and I still want to marry him. But he needs to be taught a lesson."

“You can't marry a man like that. A liar, bastard.”

"It will depend on his explanation," Hermione said. "And I still love him, Blaise, regardless of what he's done and how it hurt me. I still love him. And besides, should I think he is incapable of change? He seems changed."

“He's a good actor, Hermione. You need someone who has always been true to you!”

"I don't believe he has cheated on me," Hermione said. "I can't. He is too good for that."

“He is a bad spud from a bad family. The Malfoys always have been slimy.”

"Lucius and Narcissa are very kind. Narcissa saved my life during the war," Hermione said, coldly letting Blaise know that this was not up for debate.

“I still don't think they're right for you.”

"Blaise, just stop."

“Hermione, I want you to be happy with a loving husband. Draco is an actor. I am honest.”

"I believe Draco's feelings are honest."

“They are lies,” Blaise said and hugged her. “Why do you not even consider me?”

"Blaise, I look at you as my brother," Hermione said. "I could never fall in love with you. And I am in love with Draco despite his shortcomings."

“If you'd give me a chance you'd see.”

"Blaise, I'm in love with Draco. Please don't ask me for more than friendship, because I don't want to hurt you."

"Okay," Blaise said, looking away and scheming.

He was a Slytherin. He was not going to give up.

"I've had the elves make seafood paella for lunch if you're hungry."

“That would be very nice!”

Blaise had to find out what Draco had used to make her fall in love. Maybe there was a potion or a salve...

Hermione smiled when she saw a picnic blanket set out.

"With the weather so nice, I thought a picnic would be nice."

“You are so sweet, Blaise.”

Blaise forced a smile.

“I miss Draco,” she said.

"I know," Blaise said, trying to sound consoling. He bent over the jug of juice and dropped something in there.

Hermione nibbled at the paella sadly.

“Have a drink, Love.”

Hermione took a sip of the drink and as soon as she swallowed, she began to convulse and foam at the mouth.

“What is it, Love?” Blaise asked, worriedly touching her arm. That was not supposed to happen!

Hermione couldn't answer. Blaise leapt to his feet and ran to the house and the floo where he called for a Healer.

The healer rushed out onto the lawn where Hermione twitched on the blanket.

"You kidnapped her from the Malfoys?" the Healer asked aghast as he turned to Blaise.

“She was not kidnapped!”

"That is what the Prophet is saying," the Healer said, as he knelt at Hermione's side. "Does she have any allergies?"

“I don't think she has any allergies...she didn't say.”

"Just pumpkin juice in the drink," he asked, observing her eyes. "I need to know everything to save her."

“Of course, just pure juice in there...”

"You're sure," the Healer asked as a noise went off in his pocket.

“I'm very sure!”

"So you won't mind if we take the juice and test it?" the Healer asked. "She needs to go to the hospital.

“Why do you need to test the juice? Just take her to hospital.”

"We are going to test small samples of everything that she ate. It is the only way to determine if it was allergic reaction," he said, lifting her in his arms. "Please lower the wards."

Blaise could do nothing but comply.

The Healer disappeared with a pop, and put Hermione onto a gurney, "Pepper."

A small elf in white pillowcase appeared.

"Please fetch Severus Snape. He will know what to do for her."

The elf nodded and disappeared.

Severus Snape stepped out of the floo a moment later.

“What's the problem, Bexlay?”

"Miss Granger is very ill. I believe it is a food allergy of some sort."

“I will need a blood sample and what she has eaten to know what to test for,” Snape said and took at look at the unconscious witch. He stepped forward and touched her hair, "What did you give her for the poison?"

"I wasn't sure what to do. I was going to get the poison cure-all."

"Just give her a bezoar," Severus snapped.

The Healer did as he was told.

“I will notify the Malfoys of her location,” the Healer offered whilst putting a bezoar in her mouth.

"No, I will let them know," Severus said, "I need to speak with Lucius about something concerning this all anyway."

“As you wish, Professor.”

Severus swept back to the fireplace and stepped through the floo shouting, "Malfoy Manor."

“What is it, Severus?” Lucius asked.

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Well, there was Chapter 20. Please drop a review for both chapters.

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