I do not own any of these characters or anything that might seem similar to J.K Rowling. If something in the story seems similar or familiar to the actual story plot well that's probably because it is but I just happened to throw the two main characters into a different situation so that idea I do take credit for. Sadly everything else, well I'm not that talented.
Author's Note: Apologies if this one seems a bit boring but I wanted to describe the palace since its going to play a big part. Just in case anybody gets confused with telling Hermione and Draco's point views of apart, in Hermione's point of view she refers to Draco as Malfoy and in Draco's point of view I refer to him as Draco. Promise next one will be more arguing and maybe a little physical.
Hermione wasn't quite sure what happened all she remembered was watching tears fall from Harry's emerald eyes and feeling her heart hurt from seeing her friend so distraught. There was a sudden whoosh, flames consumed them, a force swallowed them and now here they were on the floor of some place. Knowing she was still in the arms of Draco Malfoy, Hermione couldn't help but lay her head back and cry, cry because she was here with him and cry because most of all she wished she was with Harry and Ron.
Draco lied rigid on the dusty dirty hard floor of the unfamiliar territory, his eyes opened wide in utter cluelessness for the situation he was now in. Being in a place he didn't know wasn't what threw him off it was the sobs heard coming from the female lying back against his chest. 'Great she's crying…what the hell do I do now' he mumbled to himself but too low for her to hear through her loud blubbering. Doing what he could only think of. He simply shoved her off not hard but enough force to make her roll onto the dirty floor next to him.
When hitting the floor Hermione quickly shuffled to her feet drawing her wand out from her jean pocket and pointing it in Malfoys face. "What do you know?" she shouted tears still streaming from her brown eyes down her burning cheeks. "Tell me?" she screamed when he didn't respond.
Sighing loudly, Draco rolled his eyes shoving his hands in his jean pockets "calm down Granger" he said curtly.
"Don't patronize me Malfoy, I asked you a question. Maybe you made a deal with the order but I didn't" she retorted coldly.
Catching her meaning Malfoy took a step closer looking her dead in the eye "Granger calm the fuck down alright, if I was double crossing Potter don't you think you'd be surrounded by Death Eaters right now?"
Hermione kept her wand aimed glancing around the empty fortress with her eyes "That doesn't rule out the fact that you could tip them off any moment giving me over to them to buy your way out"
"There is no way out Mud blood! The only way out is death idiot" he said shaking his head "besides I have no fucking clue where we are"
"Liar! If you don't know where we are then how did we get here by flute idiot?" she hissed her wand shaking in her hand
"Weren't you listening to Lupin he said this place is unmarked which means the word 'absolute,' I said to get us here mean 'absolutely' shit since its unmarked genius, places unmarked have no locations"
"What are you up to?" grilled Hermione
"What? You have seriously gone mental Granger. Did you forget everything that just happened, oh say…no longer than seven minutes ago?"
"I'm not Harry so whatever word you promised him means shit to me"
"That's good because I didn't give him my word I gave him facts"
"About?"
"Your death" Draco said flatly, his face stoic. The room fell silent only sound was the sound of Hermione's heavy breathing.
Breaking away from his intense glare Hermione noticed her trunk on the ground along with another suitcase. Seeing her belonging on the floor this canceled out any assumption that this was a rushed decision which would have explained why it was so careless.
"How long was this planned?!" she shouted looking back at Malfoy, giving him a look of distaste.
"Harry was already informed from Snape of your death so I'm guessing he had 'this' planned" he explained gesturing to their scenery "I'm assuming I just set things in motion"
"How could he be so…stupid? I'm sure this is just a trick meant to separate us and now he just played into his hand…ugh. Why didn't he listen to me?"
"This was no trick, they would've killed you and as much as this hurts to say this, this idea was pretty…smart."
"Smart? Idiotic that's what it is. Now how are we suppose to search for the Horc—" Hermione stopped her complaint when remembering just who she was talking to. Even though they were in a somewhat same dilemma it did not mean Malfoy was suddenly trustworthy. No he was still a 'Death Eater' in Hermione's eyes. Stepping away from Malfoy she walked around the property making a disgusted face when acknowledging the dirty floors but becoming 'awed' when noticing the rest of the palace.
Everything was a honey colored marble; the walls, the stairs and banisters. It had a somewhat familiar 'cozy' feeling that was once offered at Hogwarts. Looking up toward the many of floors above them Hermione's head fell back in amazement when seeing the height of the ceiling and what seemed like beautiful art work of a changing skyscraper. Attending Hogwarts seeing such things should have been normalcy but she couldn't help but be in a daze from the palaces magnificence. It wasn't Hermione who was the only one admiring the exquisiteness and she noticed when she had to check for Malfoy who was off examining the fine carvings in the marble beams.
Growing up in the Malfoy Manor, Draco was customary to the size of the place it was the detailed carvings that covered the beams and the art that hung on the wall that caught his attention. At his manor everything was about the best or expense. The manor was dark and gloomy but here everything seemed so…ancient. Not paying attention to wear he was going only listening to the footsteps in front of him he let his eyes wander more appreciating the stunning ceiling. No longer hearing the Grangers footsteps Draco turned to see what the hold-up was and saw the ugliest statue he has ever seen. There in front of him and Granger stood a statue with the head, front torso of an eagle and what seemed like the back of a lion. The statue held similar features as the Hippogriff that nearly ripped Draco's arms off four years ago. Draco grimaced at the memory 'bloody chicken'.
Hermione couldn't help but smile at the irony even though the thing was quite frightening. Wondering if he was thinking the same thing she glanced over at him, smiling once she saw the scowl on his face. "Bad memories Malfoy?" she said before walking away leaving him to sulk. Coming across a hall after the second flight of stairs Hermione walked through the arch hallway with Malfoy close behind. She wasn't surprised to see he had his wand drawn like hers but seeing his wand she let him take the lead so she wouldn't be vulnerable to be ram-sacked.
Opening one of the mahogany doors on her left she let the door open all the way before stepping in. Once in she gape open mouth at the room that was big enough to be half a house. The room looked nothing like the palace yes it was marble like the rest of the place but the ceiling dipped and raised making arches that weaved through the room. Beautiful prints of roses and lilies were painted on the wall blooming and wilting every couple of minutes. Hermione only stared when seeing the area by the bed; it reminded her of a crib. Cut off from the rest of the room the chestnut bed sat under another arch but this arch was different. Stone marble cherubs were carved into this arch, some popped out like a statue breaking through the tan marble wall hovering over the bed. An ornate canopy hung over the bed matching with colors of teal, peach and gold that tied to each bed post. Reluctantly turning away from such a sight Hermione gave her wand a flick of the wrist silently summoning her trunk.
Walking toward her trunk by the doorway Hermione noticed Malfoy moving his luggage into the room across from hers. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of ease when seeing this which she resented herself for feeling such a thing because of him.
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Lying in bed; finally sleep took Draco after attempts to doze off but only to jerk awake when falling into a nightmare. He slipped into a familiar surrounding it was something that he wished he wasn't familiar with. The air is cold and has the promising smell of death in it. They move like a cloud of black, faces hidden from their latest victim, their latest example. Him and the rest of the Death Eaters have been looking for this Mud blood in particular and have become impatient with the wait. No one wanting to delay the inevitable any longer they move quickly in unison. Two find the Mud blood while himself and another look for anyone else in the house. Hearing the Mud blood's half-blood wife scream out Draco knows the house should be clear. Leaving the room he was inspecting he freezes when hearing the floor board buckle.
Turning in the direction of the noise he stalks his prey. 'They swear as if they can hide from this, as if we won't find them and expose them for what they really are. A plague amongst anything pure, infecting it with their filth' he silently ranted in his head feeding the evil consuming his soul. Hearing a loud gasp a smirk spreads across his face in triumph reaching the closet door he swings it open to see something that makes the blood run cold in his body. If ever he had a thought of no longer having a soul in that moment something proved him wrong. Seeing the small boy shake with terror he knelt down looking into the boys light brown eyes that were filled with over pooling tears. Draco wiped them away along with his curly fringe of hair away from his forehead. Shushing him he place hand on his small shoulder "What's your name?" he asked in a whisper
"Levi" sobbed the small boy. Shushing him again he carried on "Hi Levi I'm—" "Draco! What's taking so long?" boomed the Death eater, his steps becoming louder as he approached from down the hall. Looking at the boy with an expression of terror himself Draco raised his finger to his lips signaling the boy to be silent before shoving him back into the closet. Turning to face the doorway Draco stepped out of the room before the Death Eater could step in. "What's the hold up?" hissed the other, before the bleach blonde could answer to his superior a loud noise came from the closet catching the Death Eaters attention quickly.
Standing in front of the closet death once again made its appearance making no assumptions tonight. Watching in slow motion as the Death Eater raised his wand flicking his wrist effortless causing the closet door swing open revealing the cowering little boy crying hysterically. Showing no emotion the Death Eaters hand raises speaking the words no louder than a whisper but felt like a piercing shout in Draco's ears. He watched, screaming as the small boy's body went limp in the corner of the closet.
Jolting out of his bed Draco sat up gasping for air as a sob stuck in throat. Bringing his hands to his face he wiped away the beads of sweat along with the tears.
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Enjoying a dream of nothing Hermione scowled when hearing giggling and whispering in the distance. Ignoring it she rolled on her side only to hear a new uproar of giggles. "Ginny cut it out" she hissed pulling a pillow over her face. Slipping off into a snooze Hermione jerked when hearing a man's scream. She sat up recalling her surroundings, pulling the covers back and scanning the room. The large room was enveloped in darkness except for the glow of the moon, seeping through the window creating a visible line between Hermione and the darkness. Keeping her eyes forward she reached her hand under the pillow retrieving her wand. Silently saying the charm in her head she watched as light beamed from the tip of her wand casting light over dark shadows in the room feeling her body relax when seeing nothing harmful hid in the dark.
Lowering her hand Hermione moved to the edge of the bed where her bare legs dangled above the floor. Yawning, the air to be exhale was stuck in her throat when seeing a shadow move pass her window intercepting the light from the moon. On her feet in less than a second she tiptoed to the big glass window. Looking out she scanned the sky, the back yard from her second floor window, scowling when not seeing what moved pass her window. Her heart skipped a beat when seeing movement in the bushes, something disappearing into the evergreen forest of bushes.
Considering the situation she was in, only one thing stuck out 'they found me'. Moving hastily to the door she disregarded being in just one of Ron's over sized t-shirt and rushed to Malfoy's door. Ignoring the thought of knocking she was relieved when the door opened easily. Repeating the charm in her head from earlier the tip of her wand once again lit up, throwing light into the black room. Closing the distance to Malfoy's bed, Hermione reached for his sleeping figure. Her small hand barely touched his naked shoulder when a strong hand wrapped around her delicate wrist, yanking her forward. Frightened Hermione only starred back with wide eyes at Malfoy's glare.
"They're here" she whispered attempting to pull her wrist from his grip.
"Who?" He questioned not letting go.
"Death Eaters"
Hearing her answer he released her, obtaining his wand. "I saw something outside. First I saw a shadow move pass my window and then I saw something move into the bushes" she explained following as he walked to her bedroom. Pausing outside her door he glanced back ensuring she was still behind. Reassured, he opened the door slowly keeping his wand drawn and ready, shoving the rest of the door open he rushed in casting illumination charm. His wand lit like a lantern he walked forward moving it about in front of him as he searched the room. Disengaging the charm when meeting the window, he stood starring out.
Beside Malfoy, Hermione gazed out the window as well examining the night sky and bushes for any sight of the enemy.
"Whatever you saw wasn't Death Eaters" said Draco breaking the silence moving his eyes upon her face.
"How are you certain?" asked Hermione still gazing out the window.
"Because if it was them and it's not, we'd be dead" he sneered capturing her attention
"I saw something" she said curtly, starring back at him, noticing the shine of his hair from the illuminating moon causing is hair to look silver. Finally taking in Malfoy's appearance in dawned on her that he was only in a pair of pajama bottoms, his bare torso exposed. Not helping but to only appreciate his lean upper body, her eyes peeked at the formed muscles that were indented on his stomach, his firm pecks, and broad shoulders and toned arms. The thought of his showing Hermione became very self conscience of her being just in a t-shirt she tugged at the bottom hem as if to give it more length to cover more of her bare thighs.
Noticing tugging at her shirt, Draco's eyes followed her action. He couldn't help but look at her long legs that appear to be silk on feet in the moon. Her tattered shirt only hung just above the hip bone showing most of her thigh and if seen her from behind some of her bum. Averting his eyes to her face and ignoring such an image Draco acknowledged her red stained cheeks.
"Well it wasn't Death Eaters" he said after a drawn out moment of silence. Taking one last glance out the window he left, leaving Hermione in her room. Hearing the door click she glanced back at the door before moving back to her bed.