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When Clint came to, he found his arms tied behind his back and to the chair he was sitting in. Subtling shifting his feet told him that his ankles were free though. He groggily raised his head and looked around the dim space. Basement? There were cages. Thankfully, he wasn't in one. Dungeon? Who the hell had a dungeon?
He caught sight of someone else bound to a chair across the space. Draco Malfoy, unexpected friend. It looked like he too was awake. That made the dungeon setting a little more probable. Draco's house was old and grand. Fancy. Of course, it would have a dungeon.
"Was this what you wanted to show me?" Clint asked.
Draco snorted, the lower class reaction a testament to his social circles these days. "Hardly. I wasn't expected to be taken by surprise and kidnapped in my own house by sore losers from a conflict that happened twenty years ago."
"What do they want?"
"Magical artefact, I think. Something they think I have but don't. Possibly revenge too, I suppose."
Clint shifted a little, working slowly at the ropes at his wrists. "And me?"
"They probably think you're hired help. The idea I'm consorting with Muggles would disgust them."
Clint huffed. "Well, what did you want to show me? Talk while I work," he said. He shimmied the rope on his wrists some more.
"I was thinking about starting a small-batch winery."
Clint raised his eyebrows. "I don't know anything about wine."
Draco chuckled. "I know. You have awful taste in alcohol."
"There's nothing wrong with a good lager. If there was, they wouldn't be made the world over."
"I was hoping you'd give me some pointers on getting the gardening part of my venture started."
"Hmm. I've grown a few crops of grapes before. Shouldn't be too hard. Where were you thinking about setting up?"
"A corner of the east lawn," Draco answered. At Clint's blank look, he added, "You remember the place we spotted some deer where the undergrowth was covered in brambles?"
"Oh, yeah." He shifted, feeling the rope loosen just enough. He pulled one hand out then the other. "I think that might be a good spot for it. Good sun if you get out away from the trees." Clint stood and came over to Draco, unbinding his hands with a quick tug on the ropes. "Those guys are really bad at this kidnapping thing. They used a freaking slip knot. Ready to go kick your interlopers out?"
Draco pulled his wand from his pocket in answer.
As they two were climbing the stairs out of the dungeon Clint asked, "What type of grapes were you thinking about?"