Escape from Malfoy Manor - the first ever Dramione Choose Your Own Adventure: Grab the Portkey or no?
Malfoy closed and locked the doors behind her. “Alright, Granger.” He motioned to the room full of books, papers, magical items, and heavy mahogany furniture. “My father’s study is at your disposal. What do you think you’re going to find here?”
She eyed him suspiciously. “What’s the trick?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t trust me anymore?” A snow globe on a shelf to her side. She wanted to hurl it at him. “Best hurry, Granger.”
The prat was right. Curling her fingers into a fist, she scanned the shelved books, family portraits, and numerous other magical objects, none of which interested her. The dark wooden desk stacked with parchments, quills, and ink did.
She rushed over, but Draco held up an arm, halting her. “You’ll set off the alarms.”
“I can’t. Even if I had my fucking wand.”
She narrowed her eyes. Was he lying? Did Lucius truly not trust his son? Malfoy had already implied as much.
Despite his antagonism, Malfoy was on edge, tapping his fingers against his thigh. She supposed that, despite the gala preparations, his father could walk in at any minute. Hermione cast her green detection spell, dismayed when it detected over eighty magical items. Seventy of them could be relevant. And one of them was…
She spun around and raced to grab the small tobacco box.
She stopped, caught by the panic in his tone, and took in his Malfoy’s worried expression and outstretched arm.
“What’s wrong? We don’t have to use it now.”
Decision point: Grab the Portkey for later? Or leave it where it is?
Only YOU can decide if Hermione escapes from Malfoy Manor, this Halloween!
We'll be dropping the entire fic on October 31.