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Title: Draco Goes Home

Contributors: dm_fugitive, seviesnape,

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2005-10-08

Game Date: July 28th

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters. We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world..

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Draco took several shorter apparation jumps on his way back to Little Hangleton.  He was fairly confident in his ability but did not to push it.  Particularly since no one from the ministry would rush to unsplinch him should things go wrong.  He stopped in the forest just outside the village.

He took off the fake glasses and, using his pocket mirror, transfigured his hair and eyebrows back to their normal color.  The Muggle clothes he left on.  He still needed them a bit longer.  The library in Greater Hangleton, where he had been killing much of his free time, was closed this time a night.  Only thing open in walking distance was the Hanged Man so Draco headed in that direction.  His mouth was dry.

"You city kids sure do keep strange hours," the barman said as Draco sat down on one of the stools.

"You're up," Draco said drily not really looking at him.

"The usual?" The barman asked.  Draco nodded and a few minutes later the barman slid him a large glass of chocolate milk...snickering a good bit as he did so.

Draco had enough brain power left to think of several horrible fates to bestow upon this man who dared to snicker at his beverage choice, but he had strick orders not to cause any disturbance in Little Hangleton or to use magic here if he could avoid it.

There were two other men in the bar, they usually stayed until around 2am, playing backgammon, and grumbling to each other.  They referred to him as "that city kid" too.  The story around town was that the old business man who had been keeping the old Riddle House for tax purposes, had come to inspect it after old Frank had died, and decided to fix up the place and retire there.  Other family members and business associates came to stay with him for varying period of time.  It was generally assumed that young Drake Herring was his grandson, and Draco was under orders to encourage this misconception.

Voldemort or Snape....Draco was not sure which..... had been using him as an errand boy, which he decided was better than dead though not the glorified position among the Death Eaters he had once hoped for.  Partially to keep up appearances that the Riddle House was still a Muggle residence and partially because even Dark Lords seeking immortality and world domination had to eat, Snape sent Draco to buy groceries.  Draco didn't mind that too much either as it got him out of the house and gave him some menu control, but he had been sent away during the last Death Eater meeting and that worried him a bit.

He turned over what he had found in Potter's room in his mind.  Had any of it really been useful?  He had the feeling that he had started an enormous jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing.

Potter was looking for something.  What?  Death Eaters?  Is that where Yaxley had gone?  Was he dead?

And then the curse that they knew was real...he thought he knew what that was, but he could be wrong.  But if he was right that brought up a lot of very confusing questions.

Draco pulled out his notes again.  They made even less sense now that before.

He heard a slurping sound and realized he had drained his milk.  He pushed the glass away, muttered something about his tab, and left the bar.

He walked the long road to the Riddle house and ducked around back to the kitchen entrance.  If he was quiet coming in, maybe no one would notice he had gone.  Draco unlocked the door, wondering why the creak was always so absurdly loud when he was trying to be silent.  He needn't have worried about waking anyone though, because they were already awake.

Professor Snape sat with his feet propped up on the kitchen table, managing to make this position not look casual, and gave Draco a piercing glare.  "Where have you been?" he asked in a quiet voice that carried quite clearly.

"Well, are you going to answer me Mr. Malfoy?" Snape was getting impatient. He didn't tolerate this sort of behavior from anyone, not even one of his favorite students. He stood up, walking straight towards Draco, and stopped. Quite clearly invading his personal space. He stared down on him, his eyes burning into the top of his head.

"I went out for a drink," Draco said, wiping his lips with one hand and shifting his shoulder bag with the other.

"Best be careful no one spots your while you're ‘getting a drink’, what's wrong with the drinks here?" Snape snarled, turning around to sit down.

"They're here," Draco muttered softly while Snape's back was turned.

"Did you fetch what I asked of you?"

"We're out of milk," Draco said more clearly and shuffled into his bag. "Not exactly, I found dragon's blood but no wolfsbane. I think I can get some tomorrow though."

"Alright then." Snape held out his hand for the ingredients.

Draco gave Snape the little bottle of dragon's blood.

Snape stalked away once the blood was in his possession. "I'll be in the lab." he said, his back turned from Draco.

"I'm going to bed," Draco said softly after him. He was weary. He was having trouble believing that he had gotten off that easily but decided to simply enjoy his good fortune.

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