A/N: I thought I should be upfront and honest with you guys… I had no idea where I was going with this story, that is, until I came across that loophole opening in the ending of the last chapter. So I can assure you… This is going to get VERY interesting.
As readers you're either going to love it or you're going to hate it. But I really do hope the majority of you chose the first option. Lol… Well, here you go! Sorry this took so long.
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Ch. 7 (The Army of the black skull)
Hermione stood, frozen in place, with Blaise's hand still snaked around her mouth. She couldn't move. She couldn't think. She could barely breathe. The only thing Hermione could do now, was pray. Tears seeped through her eyelids, as she gasped for air. Blaise's hand clamped tighter around her as he whispered empty threats in her ear.
"You should consider yourself lucky, Granger, that the good guys found you." Hermione half snorted.
The good guys. That could quite possibly have been one of the most ridiculous things she had ever heard. There where no good guys here. Only Death Eaters.
In that instance Draco burst through the door, looking frantic, yet grateful. Hermione knew it, deep down, but she thought she would deny it, especially after what they had just done together; or, had almost done. The likeliness of that happening was slim. At least that is what she had believed before all this happened. Now she didn't know what to believe. It was true, something was going on, but Hermione felt that maybe she could see the good in Draco that nobody else could.
There was no way she had been set up. No way.
Blaise let go of Hermione's body, and thrust her forward into Draco, who wrapped his arms tightly around her body. Hermione Struggled to get free, but it was no use, he held his firm death grip around her back. It felt like he would crush her lungs. Blaise took a step back.
"Malfoy, that was a close call. One second later and you and the mudblood would've both been dead." Blaise shook his head defiantly.
"Yes, I know Zabini." Draco snorted, and looked up angrily at his fellow Slytherin. "And Don't call her that." Hermione stood still, shocked, under Draco's warm arms. Wrapped up in his tight embrace. She could barely breathe, but she didn't want to. Not if it meant escaping what was happening. The air slipping out of her body, burning all of her organs. Her blood pulsing underneath her paper-thin flesh. Her eyes closing, as her body slowly withered away. Her lungs decaying. All Hermione could think about was release. If she held onto her last breath long enough, she could escape.
"Granger, breathe." Draco shook her in his arms, and Hermione sucked in a large and painful breath of sweet air. The smell of books being inhaled through her nostrils. She was stuck. Forced to surrender to Death Eaters. She wanted nothing more than for Draco to let her go, and get it all over with.
"Just kill me now, I don't know what you're waiting for." Hermione closed her eyes tightly as she buried her head in Draco's chest.
"What are you talking about Granger?" Hermione slipped out from underneath his arms, as he loosened his grip. She took one moment. One absent-minded moment and she grabbed Draco's wand, pointing it at his confused face. He felt his pockets, and smiled.
Hermione could feel Blaise's wand pointed at the back of her head, but she didn't care. That was the price of being the good guy. One less Death Eater, but at the expense of your own life.
She didn't care at all.
"Tell me what exactly is going on here, Malfoy," Hermione spat. It didn't matter her tone of voice. The two Slytherin boys could tell she was nervous, and unaware of everything that was happening. She was vulnerable, and she was never like that. She looked deep into Draco's eyes, and they both connected, if only for a second, it was as if time had stopped. There was no danger, no worry. Because they were there, with each other. Blaise looked up at Draco whose eyes were pinched with worry, and a hint of sorrow. That wasn't like Draco either. Both of them were so out of character, it was as if…
"Oh my God, Malfoy, You had sex with Granger!" Hermione spun her head around, and Draco swiftly stole his wand back, placing it in his pocket. Blaise lowered his, and looked up questioningly at the two.
He knew the answer. He didn't have to ask a second time. Although, it wasn't entirely true, there was something going on between the two old rivals. Something even they didn't understand.
"Forget it. Could someone please, just explain to me what's going on." Hermione didn't care about hiding her fear anymore. The brave Gryffindor had left her body, and was now replaced with the muggle bit of Hermione Granger. She was terrified.
"Granger," Draco started slowly. "Me, Blaise, and a couple other old Slytherin's started a," he paused. "Club, or Fraternity together at Hogwarts." Hermione was trying to process it all. But it seemed as though, she was at a loss for words. "We worked from the inside. Vouching to be crazed Death Eaters, when in reality, we were a branch of the good guys."
"Well, sort of." Blaise interrupted. It would kill Draco to have to tell Hermione why.
"We still killed. We still had dark marks, yet we tried to do everything in our power to defeat Voldemort from the inside, as though he would never expect it." Draco ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.
"Boy were we wrong," Blaise shook his head. "The day the moron saved you, was the day that Bellatrix Lestrange, in all her quacked out glory, tattled on him." Blaise pointed at Draco, who kept his eyes locked on the ground. "Voldemort found one of the members of The army and tortured him for information."
"Then he killed him." Draco's eyes snapped up to Hermione, who looked up at him with sympathy. His grey eyes were plagued.
"Anyways, all the brothers who have been found out are in hiding, and all the other members of the brotherhood are still claiming to be Death Eaters. Still loyal to The army." Blaise finished. "That's why Draco doesn't live here anymore. Or at least, he shouldn't." Blaise looked up at Draco.
"I was trying to outrun her annoying questions."
"Either way, you guys have to get out of here. Death Eaters are bound to be showing face soon enough, and I'd rather not be around when they do." Blaise snapped. All three walked over to the fireplace, and picked up a handful of floo powder.
"Draco, They'll figure out we're we've gone off too," Blaise stated matter-of-factly. Draco only smiled.
"Only me, Granger, my dead parents, and somehow, you, know about this library." Hermione smiled as well. "It's got it's own floo channel. We'll be fine." Blaise sighed in relief.
"How did you know about this place anyways?" Draco questioned. Hermione suddenly started to get nervous.
"I'm in the Army of the Black Skulls. I know everything." Draco let out a booming laugh and Blaise walked up to Hermione, looking deep into her soft brown eyes.
"Is your house connected to the Floo network?" Hermione took in a deep breath.
Draco intervened. "No, I don't want her getting pulled into this."
"She's already been pulled into this, because you couldn't keep your pants on!" Blaise shouted. Hermione looked at the ground embarrassed. "Hermione?" Blaise looked down at her impatiently. "We haven't got much time."
"Yeah, it is." With that, Hermione threw in the floo powder.
"Residence of Hermione Jean Granger," Hermione stated, very clearly and In a puff of obnoxious green smoke, she was gone. Blaise and Draco waited behind.
"I have to go get her wand." Draco murmured, sprinting down the stairs. He picked up her purse and ran back to the library as fast as he could, and Blaise was gone as well.
Draco threw in the powder and whispered. "The residence of Hermione Jean Granger." He smiled at her name, as he stepped into the green fire, and appeared inside Hermione's flat.
It was an even longer night than Draco could have ever anticipated.
