What Have You Done Now?
Prologue
Hermione lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the setting sun. The boat floated even farther away from the shore. She was at her first class reunion. The party was a drag already.
Hermione leaned on the side of the yacht. Against her will Harry and Ron had forced her to attend this reunion, on Draco Malfoy's boat. She was okay with it until finding out were
it was held. It seriously bothered her. Her mind unwillingly flashed back to a time in her sixth year; she tried to get rid of the memories from that night with every attempt possible;
each yielded more vivid images.
(Conveniently placed flash back sequence)
Hermione was at a party, an all house party. Someone spiked the punch, Hermione never thought someone would stoop that low, especially a wizard. But she took a
glass obviously not knowing, and before long she had drunk a good six glasses. Unfortunately Draco Malfoy had the same fate. He drank a good twelve before he went
to talk to some Slytherin. She was standing by the punch bowl, and unfortunately he thought she was extremely hot. Under the influence of alcohol he kissed her, and
you know since she was drunk to it continued. They left together. Nobody noticed. They were in the broom closet until morning. When Hermione woke up and she was
against Draco's bare chest she freaked out. She ran out and was completely pissed the entire day.
(End of conveniently placed flash back sequence)
Hermione was literally pushed kicking and screaming into a flying car, for fear of splinching her. She now was just leaning there. She completely ignored everyone. Just sitting there
was her wish.
Behind her she heard a slight shuffling noise oh SHIT she thought. Hermione looked around and saw Draco there, looking completely HOT in a tux. OMG he is soooo hot she
thought and then corrected herself. I shouldn't be thinking that, I'm going out with Ron. Wait… no …I dumped him last night.
"Hi." She said stiffly. "How are you?" she asked not making one move.
"Fine, and you?" he asked back. She flushed a deep purple, as if he forgot his last question he said, "you okay? There's some water. You want some?" he gestured over his
shoulder. "I'd rather not have any vodka thank you." He laughed. "You still have that fire in your soul, no its not vodka." She flushed even deeper purple and was about ready to
jump over the side of the yacht.
Draco left for the water and Hermione did jump over the side. Her clothes were soaking and dragging her down, she didn't care. She wanted to escape the truth, she loved Draco
Malfoy, and she couldn't change that no matter how hard she tried.
Hermione swam to shore, and yanked at dirt until she clambered out of the water. With a flick of her wand she was gone. Except for the fact an old man would find a strand of hair
sitting there in thin air.
Into her condo she dived, locking the door. But unfortunately she hadn't out run her fears, because they had just caught up with her, with the person standing right in front of her
face. (And no I am not saying Draco was there, for you see she had another fear, greater than her fear of loving Draco. It was being captured by the [for want of a better word
person in front of her). You guessed it the commander of all fear had not died he just came back in the form of past experience. Lord Voldemort was there, commanding fear once
again.
Hermione drew her wand. "Put that away, wands do not work on me." He flicked a finger and twelve or so Deatheaters pounced on her holding her tight. "Pretty face, It's a shame
you're not pure blood, I thought Draco should have done better. Oh well, but don't worry it won't hurt that bad." He said. "This is only part of Draco's, uh, training, if you will. For
all of the Deatheaters I took one near and dear to them and forced them to choose their love or me." He hissed like a snake. Then Voldemort snickered and commanded the men to
follow him. "I think you will like the place I have for you. Ha! You might even call it pampering." He laughed and cracked his knuckles.
Hermione was knocked out and brought to a far away place.
END OF PROLOGUE
Chapter 1
Hermione awoke in a dark underground dungeon. Light poured in through a small window. There she crouched, knees hugged against her chest. Draco. she thought Don't choose
me. I'm too weak, you deserve pure blood. Tears ran down her cheeks. Almost immediately excruciating pain erupted from her head. She clutched it in her hands. The door burst
open and several Deatheaters proceeded forward. Grasping her arms they dragged her out of the cell and down the hall way.
Draco awoke in his normal bed, he felt a small presence behind his bed. He got up, his blond hair was all askew; he didn't even bother combing it. He pulled on a pair of blue jeans.
He went downstairs to the kitchen, thats where he found a note. On the fridge door, it read: Draco
Been a long time hasn't it, since I've contacted you? Well I have your final test. Find thirty six walnut street for your first instruction
BEWARE
This test is very dangerous, not just for you,
but for the beauty I hold beside me.
Careful, or I just might slit her wrists.
I will be watching
Now go
Commander of Fear
Lord Voldemort
SHIT thought Draco. He didn't even bother to put on a shirt before he was out the door. Thirty six walnut street, eh? He pulled himself into the flying Ferrari (his dad bought it for
his coming of age.)
It was about two minutes before he made it to the apartments of thirty six walnut street. It was a fairly nice place, for people who couldn't afford houses yet, or just wanted
something small. On the door of the building was a key and the numbers A44. So following this he used the elevator, people stare at him, like he was a wired idiot to walk around
with no shirt on. He was extremely embarrassed, he even flushed a pale pink. At A44 he unlocked the door to find a three room apartment. It was fairly nice. He looked on the
desks. It looked like it wasn't occupied for about fourteen hours. It was totally weired. He found a knife in the wall, a lightning gun on the ground, and a picture of Hermione, Ron,
and Harry. I'm in HERMIONE'S APARTMENT, HOLY SHIT! The truth hit him like a kick from a mule.
Another note was on the wall, this time it was on a knife. The note read
Draco,
So you found the apartment I see, I wanted her to write some of this:
Draco,
DON'T COME, HE WILL MAKE YOU CHOOSE BETWEEN
The rest of Hermione's note was obscured, but it did say at the end
FIVE O'CLOCK TRAIN TO WHALES, NO TICKETS NEEDED,
REMEMBER COME, OR SHE DIES!
(DON'T COME LEAVE ME TO DIE IT ISN'T WORTH IT! PLEASE)
COMMANDER OF FEAR,
LORD VOLDEMORT
AND YOUR BELOVED HERMIONE GRANGER
He ignored Hermione's warnings and slid back into his car. Out of the back he pulled his suit. He didn't even know why he kept it there. He pulled on his from it. It looked pretty gay without the jacket.