Title: Spinning

Summary: Harry, Hermione and Ron have just escaped the Malfoy Manor- but they've got a hostage. Can Hermione change Draco's side in the war and his feelings about her? Or maybe it's too late to turn him around.

A/N: Right, I now I should post Unique. But I'm sick of Twilight and I'm running out of ideas here. Here's a little bunny that's been kicking up the dust in my head. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY CHARCTERS/IDEAS FROM THE STORIES. Not yet anyways.

"RON!" she screeched at the top of her lungs, as he appeared with Harry, having escaped the basement. She vaguely wondered about Wormtail, who would catch quite a bit of hell for letting them get out.

Ron flicked a wand-must have been Peters-towards Bellatrix and hers went flying. Hermione caught her breath; maybe, just maybe they could get out. She moved quickly towards it, but froze at the feel of cold steel at her neck, pressing in enough to make her bleed. She faintly heard Bellatrix yell, but she had gone limp, she couldn't move or talk, or even hear anything past mumbling.

The boys dropped the wands they had acquired before Bellatrix had caught Hermione. Harry had gotten Bellatrix's wand, and Draco moved forward and picked them up. Hermione's head was spinning, she knew Bellatrix had called Voldemort and Harry had to get out, to leave before Bellatrix's threats of their fast approaching death arrived at the manor.

The chandelier fell fast, crushing her and Griphook. Bellatrix had barely gotten out of its way. She heard Narcissa yelling and Dobby's name stuck out especially. She managed a weak smile as Ron, her sweet Ron, pulled her out of the mess of shattered glass and pieces of what had been a beautiful chandelier, but now she reckoned was made of Muggle bones or something nasty. After all it was a Malfoy possession, and everything to do with the Malfoy's was bitter.

Especially sociopathic, knife-wielding, bushy-haired cousins from the Black side of the family. Hermione closed her eyes after she heard the satisfying crack of an elf Apparating and felt her breath taken away as they left the manor.

Hermione opened her eyes only moments later. She was in a bed and the walls surrounding her were white. There was a window, but she couldn't see anything but the sky. That meant she wasn't on a ground level floor. She could smell the ocean, hear it too maybe. Fleur sat on the bed next to her and dabbed a wet cloth onto her neck.

"How are you doing, Hermione?" Fleur's accent problem had improved, even if there was a little trace of it left.

"Much better. We're at Shell Cottage, aren't we? I love the ocean."

"Yes. Hermione-" She cut Fleur off before she could say anything else.

"Something went wrong. Someone didn't make it back, Fleur, tell me who's dead. It's not Ron, or whoever else was in the basement, they're all alive. I heard Dobby bring them back. It can't be Harry, you'd be crying. It's Griphook- or, no Dobby" Hermione's eyes watered. "Or we lost the sword, or You-Know-Who knows where we are. Fleur, I'm not going to die, am I?" She was careful to avoid saying Voldemort; after all it had caused quite a lot of trouble.

"Hermione, shut up," Ron said fondly from the doorway, watching her with earnest eyes. "We're all alive, we saved Luna, Dean and Mr. Ollivander, we have the sword and he's back at the Manor casting Killing Curses and Crucios at a bunch of impotent Death Eaters."

"Then what's wrong? Someone lost a limb?" She asked. She knew something was up.

"It would be better to show 'er, Ron," Fleur slipping into her native accent was a bad sign. Ron moved over to her and helped her stand up. She held his hand as he steered her down a staircase, to a dining room.

She knew what had happened almost immediately, there was no way she couldn't recognize the silvery-blond hair that was tied up to a fancy chair at the table. Bill and Luna were looking at him in interest and Harry and Dean were glaring at him. Griphook and Mr. Ollivander were no where to be seen, and Dobby was standing by Harry.

"HARRY! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED BACK THERE? WHY IS THIS SNAKE HERE?"

Ron answered from behind her, "He tried to play the hero and stop Harry from leaving with Dobby and Griphook. Bellatrix was still throwing curses though, so Dobby had to go, and we ended up with a little extra baggage. Probably saved someone's life though, the crazy bitch was about to throw a knife at them, then Mrs. Malfoy stopped her afraid for him." He sneered as he said Mrs. Malfoy, and Draco strained against the ropes in defense of his mother.

"So you waited for me to get down here, so we could decide what to do with him as a group?"

Harry caught Ron's eye and muttered something that sounded like, "Yeah, exactly." She smiled inwardly at that and swept in front of his chair. She watched him carefully for a few moments, and then spoke again.

"I say we kill him."

Yes, I just did that. I resurrected Dobby. And I left you all with that epic cliffhanger, even though if I killed him it would ruin this story, so he won't die. Just pointing out the obvious. And I don't even want to hear Captain Obvious; I'm Major General to you…