A Merry Little Christmas

So this movella is for the Christmas Advent Calendar. *completed*
Ron and Hermione just recently had there baby girl in August, then it's there darling's first Christmas. Also old Death Eater are starting all kinds of uprisings, and few are caught. Will London ever be the same again? Merry Christmas!����

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8. Chapter 7

(A/N: Hey guys! I just want to give another shoutout to @AshlynElisabeth, @Dumbledore'sdaughter, and @Vthepotterheadforlife. Thank y'all so much for your nice comments!😉)

My head was throbbing. One of my eyes were swelled shut, so that I couldn't really see out of it. My ankle felt pretty bangled up, and it took some effort to stand up when I realized that my wand was gone, and that I was chained to the floor. The stairs creaked and I knew that I was about to meet my abductor. All I saw when the door opened was a streak of blonde, and I instantly knew that a Malfoy was behind it. "So, Mrs. Weasley how are you and that filthy daughter of yours?" A voice called out from the darkness.

"Just fine, until you decided that it was funny to capture me. I've got to get to the Ministry, I have a lot of work to catch up on. Now, please return my wand, and let me go." I told him, confidently.

"I'm afraid I'm not done with you, Mudblood." The man told me.

"You calling me that, makes your blood no purer than mine." I said. There was silence, and then another know on the door.

"Yes, Draco, what is it?" Lucius asked(I put one and one together and knew that's who'd abducted me).

"Maybe you should, let her eat. She won't be any good to torture if she's not healthy." I glared at him, but all I got in return was a look of sorrow. Maybe, in some way, he trying to help me.

"Quite right, quite right. Send some soup down then," Lucius ordered. Draco nodded, leaving. Lucius walked up to me, and cut my arm, before I knew what had happened. My arm seared in pain, and I winced. "If you do anything, even speak, I'll do a lot worse he threatened, leaving the room.

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A couple hours later, Draco came down with some homemade soup, and ointment.

"For that cut." He said tossing me the medicine. Then he walked over and handed me the soup. I was still glaring at him. "I'm sorry that this happened to you, Hermione." He told me, and my expression softened, just a hair.

"Yea. I know. Thank you, for the soup." I told him.

"Your welcome." He left the room. I pretty much gobbled the soup whole, I was starving. I wondered how long is been here, and how my dears were. After that I drifted of into a painful sleep.

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