Inside Your Mind

bohemian rhapsody

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

November 1st 1999

Draco had made an agreement with Blaise in case things turned bad or something in their plan went wrong; they would do whatever it took to get their girls to safety. If one had to split off so that they could get out and stay alive they would do it. Now was the time for Blaise to take Ginny and run. Draco and Hermione would only hold them back in this moment, they were the ones that were wanted.

Ginny and Blaise would just be collateral damage at this point.

'Back door.' Draco quickly hissed to Blaise as he shot Stunning spells blindly into the darkness ahead of them.

Blaise didn't take any convincing as he pulled Ginny, somewhat reluctantly, away from the hall and back in the other direction.

No other spells had been cast their way so Draco took a chance and pulled Hermione around the final corner in an attempt to find escape, or at least decent cover, in the kitchens. He felt small but firm hands pull him to the floor by the shoulders seconds before the door in front of them exploded with the impact of a spell.

'CONFRINGO!' Hermione shouted, pointing her wand directly at the person in Death Eater robes who had been slowly advancing towards them in the shadows.

Draco pulled them to their feet as the spell knocked their attacker back and they raced through the broken door.

'You didn't think we'd make it that easy, did you?' A sharp voice spoke a few feet in front of them, bringing Draco and Hermione to a sharp stop by a kitchen island.

Two wands pointed in the direction of the voice but they were both disarmed before spells could leave their lips.

'Come on, Draco, we're smarter than that.' Came a different voice from behind them.

Draco couldn't speak; he knew these voices and they chilled him to the core. All he could do was wrap his arms around Hermione and shield her as much as he could.

'Tut, tut, tut, Draco. Daddy wouldn't want to hear about this.' The first man spoke, who Draco knew as Dolohov, pointing towards Hermione.

'Hand over the Mudblood and you can walk away unharmed, Draco.' The other man, Yaxley, said.

'Not a fucking chance.' Draco spat, tightening his grip on Hermione's arms and pressing her closer into his back. He knew that he was probably hurting her from how hard he was holding on but he dare not let go.

'Perhaps if we gave you a bigger incentive?' Dolohov offered. 'Fancy seeing Mum and Dad again?'

Draco had the nerve to scoff. 'Threatening to kill me so quick? I thought you preferred to play with your food first, Dolohov.'

Dolohov smirked, the moonlight filtering through the windows and grotesquely illuminating him, as he tapped his wand to his temple.

'It's all about the mind games, Draco.' He said. 'But this isn't one. Mum and Dad have been right here at home since the war ended.'

Draco faltered on his retaliation. They were alive? Were they involved? Or held prisoner like the others in their own home?

'Ah, I knew that would pique your interest.' Dolohov muttered. 'Care to hand her over now?'

'Let me think,' Draco replied sarcastically, the thought of them laying even a finger on Hermione pulling him back to his senses. 'Go fuck yourself.'

His bold comment wasn't returned verbally; Yaxley had clearly had enough of the verbal fight and was itching to use his wand. Draco felt the magical ropes twist around his body, roughly pulling his protective hold away from Hermione, and the restraints pulled him to the ground.