After Blaise departed, Hermione reluctantly sent Scorpius to ask the House-elves to make him something to eat. Then, she made her way to Pansy’s room.
“How are you feeling?” Hermione asked tentatively.
“How do you think I’m feeling?” Pansy snapped irritably. “Can’t you feel my pain?”
“No, actually, I can’t,” Hermione said coolly. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Pansy raised a brow.
“I was attacked by… something. I think we should just keep this little scuffle to ourselves, don’t you? You and I both know Malfoy didn’t appoint us to take his kid out into the world. That was just to… get away from Lucius.” Pansy considered this. “Alright,” she agreed. “We’ll keep it to ourselves. But what about Scorpius? What will we tell him?”
Hermione looked at the door. “I haven’t got a clue.”
The two women were silent for a few minutes. “So who helped us get home?” Pansy asked finally.
“Erm. Blaise Zabini,” said Hermione. Pansy paled. “B-Blaise?”
“What did he say? What did he do ?” Pansy asked urgently.
“He saved all of us,” Hermione said, still unable to figure out why he’d helped. Chivalry?
“Listen, I’m really tired. I think I’m going to bed now,” Hermione interrupted. She left the room without a word.
Hermione walked into her room and leaned against the closed door. She recalled all of the day’s events. They scared her. She should have run, gone back home. But for some reason… she was feeling more and more comfortable… here. They hadn’t hurt her physically in any way since she’d gotten there, but she was quite confused.
Hermione groaned in irritation and threw herself onto her–the–bed trying to think of what Ron and the kids were doing right at this moment. She could not imagine it. Hermione thought about Blaise. He seemed pretty nice. But of course, looks can be deceiving. Why else would Draco want Blaise out of his life?
Hermione slowly drifted off into a sleep full of evil nightmares.
Draco sat in a small cafe in a small town whose population mostly consisted of wizards. He asked for a quill, ink, and parchment. When the items were delivered to him, he began to write.
Once again, my parents have interfered with my plans. According to them, my father sealed our marriage with an Unbreakable Vow. I’ve traveled here to Albania because I’ve heard that there is a person here who undoes Unbreakable Vows. It is very expensive and painful, but it is worth it. You and I both will save three lives if we do this.
Write back immediately. I am staying in the Frauter Wizarding Inn, Suite 566.
Draco sent his letter to Astoria and decided to start a letter to Hermione and Pansy. He hoped they weren’t getting themselves into any trouble…
Hermione woke up suddenly. She looked at her alarm clock. 8:30 a.m., it read. Hermione jumped out of bed. Today she would start tutoring Scorpius. Hermione showered, got dressed, and hurried down the stairs where she tripped on the first staircase. She hobbled down the rest, meeting Pansy at the foot of the stairs.
“Good morning,” Hermione said as pleasantly as possible.
“Yes, yes.” Hermione recalled Pansy saying this when she kidnapped her. “Draco’s sent a letter. He’s written to Astoria. Supposedly there’s a person who can break Unbreakable Vows in Albania. It’s expensive, though, and it doesn’t always work. The risk is death.” Pansy gave Hermione a look.
“Let’s eat,” Hermione said, unsuccessfully trying a cheery tone. Hermione followed Pansy into the breakfast room where they met Lucius, Narcissa, and Scorpius. Lucius was reading a copy of A Pure-Blood’s Guide–The Newspaper, while Narcissa chided Scorpius to write a letter to his mother.
“Good morning, Ms. Renigold, Pansy,” Narcissa greeted them.
“Morning,” Pansy mumbled, taking her seat.
“Good morning,” Hermione said brightly. “Are you ready to start your lessons, Scorpius?”
“Not really,” Scorpius muttered under his breath, poking at his oatmeal.
“Scorpius,” Lucius scolded. “You have not touched your breakfast. And you don’t have much time–Ms. Renigold is starting your lessons at 9 o’clock sharp.”
“Oh, alright,” Scorpius said, shoving a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. Hermione stood from the table. “Pansy, would you show me to the study? I’d like to prepare some things.”
“I suppose,” Pansy said, glaring at Hermione. She was hungry! “Excuse us. We’ll only be a moment.” The two departed.
As they started down the hall, Pansy turned to Hermione. “You said Blaise saved us?” Hermione rubbed her forehead. She was still trying to comprehend the way he looked at her and spoke to her.
“Yes,” she said warily.
“Did-Did he say anything… anything about me?” Pansy asked cautiously.
“Parkinson, has it ever occurred to you that not everything is about you?” Hermione asked suddenly. Pansy gave Hermione a look of complete shock.
“Sorry for being civil,” Pansy said coldly.
“If you would just maybe think of other people sometimes, then maybe things would be different,” Hermione said angrily.
“I do!” shouted Pansy. “Who do you think I was thinking of when I suggested you send your blood traitor husband the note?”
“That was Malfoy’s idea,” said Hermione dismissively. Pansy looked at Hermione incredulously. “You’re… you’re actually giving him credit?”
“What?” Hermione, alarmed. “No! I-” Hermione paused. “I never sent the note!” she yelped, running into the nearest study. She locked the door and put a chair under the door knob. She then scrawled something onto a piece of parchment with a Muggle pen she found in her pocket. Fortunately, there was an owl in the study.
“Oi!” Hermione said. “Send this to Ron Weasley okay? Don’t wait for a reply.” The owl hooted and took off. She could hear Pansy outside of the door, swearing.
“What kind of Muggle trick did you pull? Why won’t the door open?”
Hermione realized where she was. Lucius’ study. She sat in the chair, feeling the sudden urge to use the loo. She opened a drawer in the desk and saw a Muggle filing system. Hermione’s mouth curved into a smirk. She looked in the files and realized they were of everyone living in Malfoy Manor. Even the House-elves! Even Narcissa Malfoy! Hermione pried through the files until she found Parkinson.
Name: Pansy Camille Parkinson
D.O.B.: 18 May 1980
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Blood Status: Pure-blood
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Investigation Department, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic
Father: Fitzgerald Parkinson
D.O.B.: 13 December 1965
Occupation: Department of International Magical Cooperation, Ministry of Magic, Co-Owner of Parkinson Wizarding Estates
Mother: Gertrude Parkinson
D.O.B.: 26 March 1966
Occupation: Co-Owner of Parkinson Wizarding Estates
Home: Parkinson Wizarding Estates
Hermione gaped at all of the information. She heard the jiggling of the study door and quickly stuffed the file into the drawer. Hermione slammed the drawer shut just as Pansy made her way into the study. Hermione looked up quickly at Pansy.
“Did… Did you already send the note?” Pansy asked worriedly. Hermione nodded.
“What did you write?” Pansy demanded loudly. Hermione shrugged.
Pansy growled. “You were supposed to keep it short and anonymous!”
“And since when in the entirety of my life have I ever listened to you, Parkinson?” Hermione asked distractedly. Pansy glanced at her.
“What is so interesting?” Pansy asked angrily. Hermione opened the drawer hesitantly.
Pansy frowned, peeking into the drawer. Her eyes bulged. “Are these…?” She carefully sifted through the folders until she abruptly stopped.
“What?” Hermione asked.
“Lucius has a file on his own son?” Pansy exclaimed loudly.