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Chapter One
No-Good Mudblood
The drawing room of the Malfoy Manor was blurred. It swam in her vision as she was held upright by Bellatrix. Through the dulling pain like shards of glass traveling through her veins she was aware a trickle of hot yet insignificant blood trickling down her neck where the dagger was pressed.
Ron... Harry... She tried to keep her eyes open, but they closed. There was so much going on, her brain couldn't register it. Suddenly she fell, she hit the ground roughly. Something fell on her. A pain she could hardly feel. It was nothing compared to the curse. Nothing was compared to that.
"Hermione!" Someone yelled her name. It was familiar... Sweet... Ron...
Everything slipped away.
Harry lunged forward, one hand on Dobby's thin wrist, the other on his struggling friend's. "Dobby! Now!"
There was a crack, and they disapparated. Harry let the house-elf take them. It didn't matter where they went, because anywhere in the world was safer than it was at the Malfoy Manor. Being captured there... Hermione who was still there...
There was no time, he told himself savagely, but it wasn't going to soothe the ache he now had in his chest. He left her behind. He left her there, and she could be dead. She was under a chandelier, what was the chances she survived that? No, she had to survive, she's Hermione!
The spinning stopped, and their feet came in contact with solid ground. He stood uneasily to his feet, and nodded his thanks to the giddy house-elf next to him.
"Hermione," Ron breathed hands on his knees. "Hermione," he sobbed.
"We had to leave her," Harry insisted taking a good look at their surroundings. They were in a forest, a completely random dark forest. "I'm sorry, mate, I love her too, but we had to do it, or we were all going to die." How many times would he have to tell himself that before he believed it?
"Hermione."
"Snap out of it, Ron! We'll get her back." Did he believe that?
Ron glared at him, a dangerous glint Harry had never seen before flittered through, and for the first time he was scared of his best friend. "What if he kills her first? What if Malfoy kills her? She's nothing to him!"
Harry's jaw tensed. What if they did? Ron was right, Hermione was nothing to the Malfoy's but a no-good mudblood. To them, her best friends, she was everything. If they lost her... Harry looked away. "Come on, lets set up camp. We need a plan."
Draco cursed loudly clenching his empty fist, but he doubted that anyone heard him. His family was still yelling at the escape of Potter, and Weasley. Then it broke when his father laughed.
"We got her." He pointed to Granger, bushy haired know-it-all. The person of his demise. The girl for without reason he was attracted to since she decked him their third year. The girl had quite a punch to her. She was strong, emotional, delicate, intelligent, and beautiful at the same time. She was everything. And he cursed again when he saw her beneath the chandelier. He ordered his body not to move to help. Not until he had orders. No one could know what he felt for her. It sickened him sometimes.
"Draco! Get her to the dungeons. I'll see what she knows later. Must see to the Dark Lord first."
He picked himself out of the corner of the room, and proceeded to move the pricey chandelier off of her, and scooped her up in his arms. She fit... How strange was that? He moved past his family, and down the stairs leading to the cellar. He took his time. The Dark Lord would be there soon, and he rather not be found in the presence of them. The Wizard revolted him.
His feet slicked on the damp cellar's floor, a thin sheet of sweat shining on the stone walls. He set her gently in the center, her body limp, and helpless. He sat next to her pulling his knees to his chest. He brushed her hair out of her face, and wiped the trickle of blood from her neck. He held it up his face. Red. Normal. He glanced down at the pretty Witch.
I can't keep her, he scolded silently to himself. He cursed for a third time that night, and bent down to bury his face in the crook of her neck, into her wild hair. She smelled of sweat, and dirt if dirt had a scent. Despite it all her skin was soft, and he found his lips were pressed to her jugular. "I'll keep you safe," he whispered knowing she wouldn't hear much less remember, but he meant every word. "I won't let them hurt you. Somehow I'll get us both out. I swear. I'll do anything."
A/N: This story is in the point of view of five characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, and Blaise. Harry, and Ron however will not be in it as much. All of their views won't be told in every chapter.
This is a love triangle, but please don't make assumptions as to who Hermione ends up with based on one of the two characters listed. I put Draco in that slot because most of the story takes place in the Malfoy Manor.