Kidnapped

Chapter 13

"What happened to your hand?" Hermione asked as she stared at his hand. Draco started coughing as he choked on the food.

"Oh dear" she squeaked. 

Draco quickly gulped down the water from the glass.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a gentle voice. 

Draco stared at her. She had a serious face, a face she had on whenever she would be engrossed in some book. For a moment, his mind went completely blank and he could not understand what she was speaking about. The images he had seen on the daily prophet were still fresh in his mind. He gulped down the spit that had formed in his mouth.

"Hey! Draco, are you all right?" she asked as she moved her hands to distract him. He looked at her, "sorry what?" he asked as he picked up the abandoned spoon.

"Are you all right?" she asked as her features softened. 

He nodded and looked at his plate again.

"I asked what happened to your knuckles?" she asked.

He looked at his bruised knuckles and quickly hid his hand under the table.

"this..uh..I fell down" he stammered.

But the look on her face proved that she did not believe anything he said. She stared at him trying to find something on his face. Her look was so strong that it made him feel like a wanted criminal.

"Come on Draco, what happened to you?" 

 He looked at her again and managed a smile. She curled her brows as she saw his fake smile.

"I am fine, Mione"

 "Okay" she said sternly and resumed eating.

Draco heaved out a sigh of relief.

"Did you see today's Daily Prophet, I could not find it in the living room!" 

He almost jumped on his seat.

"Maybe, Mick did not get it today"

Hermione watched him for a moment with concentration.

He could feel his heart hammering inside his chest. A drop of sweat rolled down at the side of his face and he slowly opened a button of his shirt.

"It feels hot here, right?" 

She curled her brows and gave a look that reminded him of the old Professor McGonagall.

"No, I know you are hiding something. I will find it out" 

 His face went a bit paler but he managed a fake chuckle.

"You are thinking too much, Hermione. Everything is absolutely perfect!" 

She nodded and got up from her seat. 

"Where are you going?"

"I am done eating and so have you, Draco!" She pointed at his plate. He looked at his empty plate.

"Oh right, I am so sorry" 

"Something is really wrong with you, Draco. Is it somehow related to last night? Well if it is, then don't worry, I don't mind at all. Consider it a friendly gesture" 

She started walking towards the door. 

His mind filled with the images of the morning and a light blush formed on his pale cheeks. He watched her walking away from there but she did not look back at him. Within moments she was gone, leaving the father and son, all alone in the grand dining room.