Runaway 12

A/N: Draco faked it for the first chapter, but at the end of the first chapter, he hit his head on the coffee

table when Hermione came in and really did get amnesia.

Runaway

by Jiwwy

Chapter 12
The End

Sirius talked to Nancy in the kitchen for a while while the Weasley kids packed up their things and

said goodbye to the girls in the house. Nancy made tea.

“You know,” she said conversationally as she poured some tea for him, “those kids in there, are they

a little, well, off, I guess you could say?” She poured her own tea as he arched an eyebrow.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t know. They just seem a little different. Like, they asked me for a bit of parchment

when I first saw them. And Fred always carries a twig in his pocket.”

“A heh heh… he does, does he?”

“HI!” Halie bounced into the room. “I’m just a little girl and I’m just getting some pop so don’t kill

me okay?”

Sirius stared.

Halie stared back. “What?” She demanded, and made her way out with the can of Pepsi, singing

a pop song loudly to herself.

“…Wow.” Sirius stared after her for a while.

“You get used to it,” Nancy said as she took a big swig of tea. “I’m starting to.”

***

“Draco, what in hell were you thinking?” Lucius snatched the boy right off the couch by the front

of his shirt and lifted him five inches off the ground with unnatural strength. Draco had the most

pitiful look of terror of this man that he, for all he knew, had never seen before. Lucius didn’t notice

Hermione at all, or if he did he didn’t acknowledge her presence. She was after all, just a muggle.

“Please… put me… down.” Draco’s eyes widened and his face went red. His head was swimming.

Lucius threw him back on the couch.

“And what is this, then, Draco? Did I interrupt a romantic interlude, then?” Lucius only glanced at

Hermione for a second, but that one look sent shivers down her spine. “Run away to meet her,

did you, son? A muggle? Or maybe a mudblood? Have I taught you nothing?”

“I- I- I don’t-”

“We’re going home. You’re mother isn’t talking me out of a whipping this time, you’re taking this

too far.” Lucius grabbed a handful of his shirt again and started literally dragging him to the door.

Draco sent Hermione a look full of so many different emotions; every single one got to her heart. Pop.

“Lucius, put the boy down this moment.”

Remus suddenly appeared four feet in front of Lucius, his wand in his face before Lucius could even

Lucius glared but stopped and threw Draco to the floor, just where he had landed between the couch

and coffee table when Hermione entered the living room two days ago. Hermione scuttled to the

other side of the couch, away from Lucius, and stared at Draco. He was unconscious.

“If it isn’t the werewolf!” Lucius feigned surprise as well as Draco faked amnesia. Remus poked his

wand at Lucius’ chest.

“Lay one hand on that boy and I’ll call the Ministry. I don’t doubt both the Office of Magical Abuse

and The Daily Prophet wouldn’t have a field day.”

Lucius hadn’t yet twitched under Remus’ wand, but now he let the slightest bit of composure fall

away, for only the smallest moment. “Try it Lupin, you know I know what you have to hide,” he

said through gritted teeth.

“Try me, Malfoy, you’d be surprised what a werewolf can do even out of lupine form.” Remus arched

an eyebrow back.

“I am taking my son.” Lucius turned around to grab Draco off the floor, but as he turned around he

tripped on the fallen popcorn bowl and fell on top of the coffee table.

***

Ginny chewed the side of her mouth thoughtfully as the Knight Bus took off into the afternoon sky back

at the wizarding settlement where all this started. She and Ron had gotten beds on the back end of the

third story of the triple-decker. She looked out the window, where she could see the Bennets’ house

fall away from them as they floated away. Nancy had stopped them as they left, inviting them to come

back whenever they wanted. (Nancy had then looked up at a grinning Sirius and winked).

Fred and George, who had taken upon themselves more pressure than they’d ever let their younger

siblings know about, had fallen asleep from exhaustion (and lack of interesting things to do, as they’d

given little Halie their Exploding Snap deck). Sirius was also enjoying the ride and free beds.

Ron sat on his bed across from Ginny’s, playing with the latch on his backpack. “Not tired, Ginny?”

“I guess not. What about you?”

He clicked his backpack open and closed once more. “I’m beat, but… I dunno, just restless.”

Ginny nodded. “They were really nice, weren’t they? The Bennets… How many people would take

in four teens they’d never seen before and give them a place to stay, for free?”

He sighed. “I guess we were lucky they found us, eh?” He suddenly stopped playing with it and

opened a folded sheet of paper. “What’s this?” He murmured to himself. Ginny held out her hand

and he tossed it to her. In very loopy, flowery handwriting was written,

“My e-mail—
bball_brookie1996@adams.net”

“My e-mail?” Ginny cocked an eyebrow. “It looks like gibberish. What’s b-b-a-l-l?”

“Dunno.” Ron took the paper and threw it away in the little trashcan next to every bed. “You know,

that Brooke was a really nice girl, too…” (A/N: Happy, are you, Em? ^_~)

***

“Stupefy!” Lupin yelled as Lucius fell to the ground. He turned to Hermione and shrugged a little.

“Bit too drastic maybe… don’t be telling the Ministry I did that, okay?” She nodded and smiled.

“Do you have parchment, I’ll just be sending this to the ministry then… Did he say anything to you?”

Hermione opened the parchment drawer but shook her head. “Not to me, he said he’d whip Draco

though.”

Remus took the roll from her and set it on the desk. He dipped a quill in a bottle of ink and wrote

out a note, then took a safety pin and pinned it to Lucius’ robes. “Child Abuse. He’ll have to go

on trial…” He took his wand out of his pocket again. “Do you have floo power?”

“Mmmhmm.” She handed him the little jar but he didn’t take it. “Toss it in when I say.” He turned

back to Lucius with his wand. “Mobilcorpus.” Lucius jumped up and glided along in the same way

Snape did in her third year. She grinned at him and Lupin winked. “Now!” Lupin said. She tossed

the Floo Powder in right before Lucius glided into the fireplace. “Ministry of Magic!” Lupin called

over Lucius’ shoulder and Lucius disappeared.

***

“Draco.”

No, I don’t want to get up. Go away Dobby.

“Draco, are you okay?”

That’s not Dobby. Hermione placed her hand on his forehead and bit her lip at the heat. “Professor,

he isn’t waking up.” She turned to Lupin, who tapped his wand on Draco’s forehead.

“Eneverate.”

“No, I don’t want to…” Draco moaned, but the spell forced his eyes open. Lupin immediately

started questioning him, making sure his amnesia wasn’t worse. “What’s your name?”

“Draco Aidan Malfoy.”

DAM? Hermione thought to herself, but didn’t say anything. “Wait- how does he know his middle

name?” She wondered aloud.

“I don’t… wait… I do know… I got my memory back! Haha!” He jumped up. Lupin stood too,

but Hermione stayed down on the ground.

“Where’s Father?”

“I sent him to the Ministry on account of his threatening to abuse you.” He shrugged. “That was all

Hermione and I could think of. If you want to add any other charges, by all means go ahead, because

I’m rather sure his stash of Dark Arts materials is getting him into Azkaban for a bit anyway.”

Draco stared.

“Well, you can testify for him if you’d—”

“No, I’m just thinking. If I can’t get in trouble for that stuff, that’s the best news in a long time. “ He

suddenly grinned wider and held a hand out to Hermione. “Need help up?”

“Well, I was just thinking… are… you, I mean… we…” She shot a glance to Lupin and immediately

went red. Remus took his cue to go and make more popcorn.

“Just because I remember who I was doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten what you’ve done, Hermione.”

Draco said immediately, taking her hand in his. They both sat down on the couch and he kissed her

cheek.

They stayed that way for a while, when Draco finally ended the kiss. “What happened, though?”

“Nothing much, just… Lucius dropped you, and Professor Lupin and he growled at each other a

while. Lucius tripped on the popcorn bowl and Lupin made sure he was out good, wrote a note, and

sent him off.” She shrugged and smirked uncharacteristically and kissed him for once, wrapping her

arms around his neck and stretching her arms like Crookshanks on Carl’s big pillow he wasn’t

supposed to lie on. It felt so totally wrong, but in such a right, right way.

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