Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Glee. The only thing in here that's mine is the plotline.
Warnings: same; F/F, femslash, no beta, cursing, violence, sarcasm, bad acting is bad, possible character death, angst etc.

Chapter 3

"Here," says Hermione as she hands me breakfast. They untied me about 2 minutes before, and now they're all sitting there making sure I don't do anything.

When I don't take it immediately she continues, "It's not poisoned, if that's what you're afraid of."

I snort as I take it. I already know that the chances of them killing me or slim to none.

"So what's the plan?" I ask as I begin eating.

"I'm pretty sure that's the question you should be answering us."

"Touché." We're all quiet after that.

"I think we should find Ollivander," says Harry. That's a horrible idea. They'll die if they come anywhere near our manor. I may not want to hurt Hermione, but the rest of my family wouldn't hesitate to kill them, especially Hermione 'cause they know I'm fond of her and she's a 'Mudblood'.

"Why?" asks Hermione.

"We need all the information we can get about the deathly hallows."

"You should probably change that plan," I comment. I need to stop this. I can't protect them against my family. I can't fight them.

"What do you know?" Hermione asks.

"Nothing really, just that Ollivander may be a little hard to reach right now."

"Did you kill him?" Ron comes closer.

"I didn't. I'm not sure about my family though."

"He's at the manor. He must be." Nice deduction Ron.

"Yes, and going there is suicide."

"No, it's not. We'll just trade you for him," says Ron. That's ridiculous. How did they survive this long with these kinds of plans?

"So we're gambling now? I'm not that valuable. If my Lord is there, you won't get anything. He'll probably kill me himself before he'd give anything to you. Even if he isn't there it's still a gamble with my family. If you get only Bella and my father you still won't get anything."

Well, Bella probably wouldn't kill me, but she sure as hell wouldn't hesitate to seriously hurt me or just leave me with them. There's a reason she's one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters.

"What kind of family is that?! Willing to kill their own just to please the Dark lord?" asks Harry.

"I'd gladly die if it meant you don't win," lie, "I knew the score when I received my Dark Mark."

Hermione just looks exasperated now, "come on. I need to tie you back up." Hermione pulls me back to the tree, and reties me. It must be frustrating to try, and have a conversation with someone who's brainwashed. I know I almost killed Draco a couple of time because he refused to listen to anything I told him.

"Despite what you said I don't think you want to die. Tell me when your mother is home and you'll survive this." This is completely stupid. Why do they want Ollivander so badly? Do they really think he'll help them win?

I sigh. "It's not going to work. No matter what you do, there is no way you'll get Ollivander out. Only my father, Bellatrix and my Lord have the keys to the dungeon and they'd all rather cut their arms off before giving them to you." I look away. They really can't win here. Only Bellatrix would be even affected by the threat on my life, but even she would probably choose the Lord over me.

"How can you stand to be around them? They don't care about you at all," Hermione wonders.

"Some things are more important than family," I look at the trees, "it's just how it is. I'd have to do the same thing if I was in their position and Draco was captured."

She's staring at me, I can feel it. After a minute, she pats me on my shoulder and leaves.

Half an hour later Ron comes to visit. "She thinks you'll help us for some reason. She thinks you're a good person, just confused and forced into this."

"And what do you think?" I'm not Ron's biggest fan, but I know he's like a brother to her. At least I hope that because I'm a jealous person even if I don't have any right to be.

"To be honest, I don't know. You're not like the other Malfoys, and I almost regret handing you back to your family." I look up in surprise. I thought our dislike of each other was mutual. But then again I never actually actively went after them. I mostly just stood by Draco, and occasionally threw a remark their way. I guess he saw that. This is actually the first time we talked alone.

"It's a war, Ron, and we're at the opposite sides. There are no feelings here, just duty and fighting for the cause."

"I guess we have different views on war then. Feelings are inevitable. It's what makes us human. You could still switch sides, you know?" That's kind of him, but we both know I can't. I bet Hermione had something to do with this.

"As could you. Despite the Weasley's less than stellar reputation you're still a pure blood. But we both know that you won't, the same as me."

"I thought you were a threat at first." I should probably be offended by that.

"Still am."

"And yet you do more damage to your side than good." Okay, that wasn't cool. I should probably react to that. Malfoys are after all known for their pride.

"That's not true. You just weren't there when I took out some of the Order members or when I…" I'm going to die for this if the Dark Lord finds out, "…hid that damn cup in Bella's safe." She was supposed to do it herself, but didn't have the time, and I'm pretty sure I shouldn't have said that. Even if I do want to help them, this was a little too far, I grimace internally.

"Is that a Horcrux?" He gets excited.

Damage control STAT, I can't tell them more. I'd really rather keep my head, and there's only so much I can lie about, "What's a Horcrux?"

"How do you not know that? The only student in our class with a higher grade than you was Hermione." True. I'm not exactly known for being slow, and I pretty much knew about the Horcruxes after the story about Philosopher's stone got out. It wasn't that hard to figure out the Lord used them. And the conversation I overheard him and Bellatrix having a couple of months back only confirmed it.

"Yes well, 10 points for Gryfindor 'cause I don't know what you're talking about." Playing dumb is kinda fun, now if only I wasn't heading straight to the ground for this.

He hurriedly dragged Harry and Hermione over. "Is it true? Is the next Horcrux in Bella's vault?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Maybe I should go to acting school after I finish Hogwarts or if I finish Hogwarts.

"She said she hid the Hufflepuff cup in Bellatrix's safe," states Ron.

"It would make sense though. Bella is one of his most trusted followers, and considering the last locket was connected to Slytherin, this one could be from Hufflepuff."

"You have access to her vault?" questions Harry.

I snort, "of course I do. I managed her fortune when she was in Azkaban. Not that that will help you." Isn't that common knowledge?

"Actually it will." I don't like the direction this thing is going. I really can't be anywhere near Bella's vault. She may like me, but there's no way she'd forgive if she thought I stole from her. Especially something so important.

"I know we don't agree on this, but we have no choice," said Ron.

"No, Ron! We aren't them. We're not forcing her to do our bidding via Imperio."

"What?! No! There's no way you'll Imperio me."

They completely ignore me, "Why not? They do it all the time, and we need her."

"'Mione, Ron is right. We can't get into Gringotts without her, and well… we can always undo it."

"You can't get into Gringotts with me either." Again they ignore me.

She stared at them for a while, "Fine, but I'm doing it, and if anything goes wrong…"

"Nothing will go wrong," Harry assures her. I think I'm invisible.

"Let's get this over with." This is the last thing that I wanted. Now if they still decide to do a trade, my family will know what I did and I'm dead. Not to mention Bella. Oh, well I had a good life, might as well say goodbye to it now.

Hermione steps forward, raises her wand, and says "Imperio."

I tried resisting at first, but when that wonderful feeling finally washed over me, I gave up. Why would anyone fight being happy anyway? I couldn't remember why I was so worried before. I'm here with the woman I love and would do anything for her. The rest just didn't matter.

"Quinn?" I hear her ask. Why does she sound worried?

"Quinn, look at me." I do.

"How do you feel?" she queries.

"Great," I smile.

"I'm going to untie you now. Don't move until I tell you to." I do as asked, an invisible force compelling me. She steps behind me and completes her task while I sit there.

"We should probably check that she's not faking it," Harry suggests.

"You're right," agrees Hermione, "think of something she'd never do in front of us."

"What? Like sing?" smirks Ron.

Hermione shakes her head in exasperation, but goes with it, "Quinn, sing a song."

I know I shouldn't want to do this, but right now it's all I can think about. Doesn't make sense. I start singing Come Sing About Me. When I'm done Hermione smiles at me and I smile back.

"Yup, definitely under Imperio," comments Ron.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Sorry, this was more of a filler chapter. Next one will have more 'action', I promise.