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The drive home had been peaceful and quiet. My parents cried quite extensively when we'd left. They had made sure to boldly remind Draco that nothing could happen to me and that we shouldn't be afraid to ask for help if the time came. When we crossed back into Britain it was even more somber when he pulled the car over and turned to look at me with serious eyes.
                          
"You have to disapparate yourself back to the Order," he bluntly said. When I looked at him in surprise at the sudden request for me to leave he laughed and popped an eyebrow at me, "I can't just pull up there. Think they'd be thrilled to see your Death Eater kidnapper? And we also don't exactly have a street address darling."
                          
He opened the car doors with the push of a button and I obediently got out, fidgeting painfully with my fingers. The tears and heart ache hit me like a bus as he unpacked my bag and put it down at my feet, pulling me into a hug.
                          
"I will miss you so much dis week," I wept into his shirt. 
                          
He ran his fingers through my hair, "Likewise."
                          
We stood holding each other for several awful minutes as the feeling of being apart slowly tangled back into our realities. 
                          
"Don't forget, you need to figure out what Potter is doing with his time this week. It's imperative that we supply the dark lord with better information or he will grow distrustful of your placement," Draco stated dryly. I listened to the grumble of his voice through his chest and nodded.
                          
Then I stood back out of his arms, breathing deeply to calm myself down. The tears on my face stung in the wind as I closed my fingers around my bag and gave him one last look before disapparating.
                          
The tulips at the farm were swaying dreamily in the warm air as I reappeared and fought not to retch from my terrible ability magically travel. The sun was just beginning to set, shooting orange colors across the sky vividly. The lights were on in the farm house and I could see familiar Order members milling about with dinner plates. 
                          
My palms were sweaty and fear drove itself through my heart as I prepared for the angry inquisition about my disappearance for the weekend. Begrudgingly I approached the door and pushed it open and everyone froze in shock. 
                          
"Well George, that'll be ten galleons," Fred held his hand out to his twin brother without even turning his head. 
                          
Harry stood from the table with burning eyes, "Where the fuck were you all weekend? We thought something terrible had happened, that perhaps Malfoy had been here. We almost left." 
                          
I dropped my bag knowing I had a pathetic expression on my face, "I went to France to see my family. My father is de Minister, and we 'ave 'is support should we need it. You are welcome." My sass with Harry was just a reflection of feeling embarrassed and defensive as dozens of faces glared at me. 
                          
Harry's nose scrunched up, "Terrific. But you can't just come and go whenever you please."
                          
"So I'm a prisoner 'ere too, just as I was at de Malfoy Manor?" I retorted in a high pitch. A few winced or looked away from the argument.
                          
Harry stepped forward with squared shoulders so we were directly in front of each other. His face had softened slightly, "I didn't mean it like that. But you have to at least let us know where you go and how long you'll be gone. Like I said, we never leave on our own, we go in pairs for a reason. You're damn lucky Malfoy didn't grab you." 
                          
I flexed my fingers in disbelief at how ungrateful he was about the news of my father's support. But perhaps he had a fair point. I should've just made up a reason to leave, but I hadn't even had that much foresight. When I'd first left it had been in a panic, and I had intended to run away to France even without Draco and possibly not come back.