WARNING: THERE ARE SWEARS IN THIS CHAPTER.
Chapter Seven: Dinner
To a passerby, Malfoy Manor seemed uninhabited. All of the windows that crawled with ivy were dark. It was darker than the pits of hell outside. Not even the moon would shine there. The stars never dared to show their faces for they knew that this house or the people inside would never be able to understand the beauty of them. There was no source of light, except in one place deep within the manor. The dining room. The long black table stretched out from the fireplace behind the head of the table to the walkway on the other side. There were guests at this table unaware of their fate. Unaware of their impending doom. They were there unconscious. At the head of the table sat a beautiful woman in white. Her head rested on the table, and her bronze curls circled around her face. Her hand could be seen under the table gently touching the man's hand next to her. He lie there in a handsome suit. To the average person this suit would look like a regular groom's suit, but it had been retrieved from the very back of the Malfoy closet. His short brown hair that still remained spiked in the front was the final piece to this beautiful combination. Across from him, sat a very awake Harry Potter. He watched the two of them intently, casually flicking his eyes over at the figure near the fire every so often.
At the opposite end of the table, near the head's chair, sat a man with wavy chocolate brown hair that leaned towards the direction of his brother. His innocent light blue eyes were closed, and he was dressed in a pastor's outfit. Across from him sat a man with long blond hair. His eyes were open, but unseeing. He hadn't had control of his mind for the last few months. That kind of magic. Dark magic. Being used over and over relentlessly had taken a toll on the old man. He would never be the master of his own fate again. He could never be able to live on his own, nor would he be able to live without the aid of the imperious curse. Draco Malfoy sat at the base of the fireplace with a book cracked open on his lap. His grandmother used to read him this book before bed. If there was something Malfoy knew it was that the kiss of love would heal all things. Draco thought that the ending to that fairytale was stupid. How could a true love's kiss heal anything?
EVERYONE
He sat there, tears raining down from his eyes. He hadn't had the potion he needed for ten minutes now. That was fine for him. It was time they see who he really was. He stood up with the book in hand and he tossed it into the fire. Gran wouldn't be reading it to him any longer. He strode to the empty head chair's seat near his father. "Pipsey." He called softly. Instead of using apparation she simply walked into the room from the hall way. "Wake them up. I want to have a chat with them." He sat down in his chair with a great huff. Dinner appeared before them, and the room lit up like a christmas tree. "Enervate." Came the wheezy voice of Pipsey as she first brought Sam Winchester to consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, and he took a deep breath.
"Enervate." Dean Winchester was next. He pried his eyes open, and he looked at the woman next to him. His hand that brushed the beautiful woman's had clung desperately to her. He could feel her. He could touch her once more. A moment later, Hermione had been enervated, and her head lifted from the table. "I'm glad you've all finally come to. I was afraid I'd change before I'd get a chance to speak to you all. While I speak, you may eat. You will need your strength." Draco commented, before digging into his own food. Hermione looked worriedly at Harry. "Harry." She whispered to him in urgence. Harry looked at her with red eyes. "Hey Mione." He smiled. She nudged him with her free arm. "What are you doing, Harry. Help me." Hermione begged. Harry took her hand into his and her gave her hand a small squeeze. "Love. I can't do that. This is better for you." Hermione looked at him. Hopelessness and fear crossing over her face.
Dean glared at Harry, and he shot daggers at Draco until he saw the pleading eyes of his brother. "Sam!" He cried, and Sam looked at him emotionless. "Dean." His voice was weak. He looked pale, and Dean could see the sweat glistening on his forehead. Had the curse affected him too? He couldn't deal with that. He tried to stand, but he found that he was bound to his seat. He returned his gaze to Draco. "Listen here, you motherfucker." He demanded, and Hermione winced at the harshness of his words. Draco put down his fork quietly, and he lifted his eyes to meet Dean's. Hermione squeezed Dean's hand. "Don't, Dean." She said, quietly. Draco's eyes drifted down to their entwined hands. He felt anger, but he had also felt a pinch of sympathy. These were their last moments together. He would allow it. "Do you have something to say, Dean?" Draco asked, his gray eyes alight with curiosity. Dean stared at him, a burning stare that no other man had witnessed from the brother. He had never felt a bigger hatred for any man other than the man before him.
"Yes, Ferret. As a matter of fact, I do. You have kept me chained here, you have beat the living shit out of me, and you have tried to erase Hermione's memory of me. You have tried all of these things, and yet Hermione still doesn't seem to want you. Why in the hell would you keep trying even though you know you're at a loss? Even though you know she will never love you?" Dean asked as calmly as he could. Draco just smirked at him. "I was going to wait to explain after we had a lovely meal together, but it seems as if you are not satisfied with my plans." Draco scooted back his chair, and he stood. He felt his skin begin to bubble. "Hermione, my dear." He directed this to Hermione, and Hermione alone. She felt the tears coming on, but she held them back as desperately as she could. "You have two choices. One, you could stay here. Live with me. I don't ask much. I just ask that you fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your eternal slave. Added to that. Your friends will go free, and they will be healed from the curse. The second option you have is to die here, tonight, with your Dean and his brother." Hermione looked from Draco to Dean. Dean looked at her with misty eyes. "Don't do it. I have just found you. I can't lose you again."
Hermione kissed his hand. "Before I make my decision, I have one question Dean." Dean brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Anything." He whispered. "That night on my birthday. Would you have killed me?" She asked the question so easily. Dean's heart broke, and he squeezed her hand even more tightly. "No. I would have never been able to do such a thing. I love you too much. I loved you too much even then." Hermione nodded, absorbing this information. She stood, and she kissed him swiftly on the forehead. "I love you." She whispered so that he was the only one that could hear her. She went around the table, and Draco met her half-way.
He held her close to him his hand on her waist. She looked up at him, fear and hatred masked in her smile. "You've made the correct choice, Hermione." He smiled down upon her. "There never was a choice, Draco." She lied. Dean struggled to get out of his chair. "NOO!" He screamed. "HERMIONE!" Hermione tried her best not to look at Dean. Tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Then it happened Draco bent down, and he planted a kiss on her lips. His skin bubbled visibly now, and his blond hair was darkening. His light gray eyes turning hazel brown. He grew a few inches taller, and his build went a little pudgier. Hermione pulled away from him in shock. "Neville?" She cried. Neville smiled down at her. "It was always me, Mione. I loved you. I have ever since I had met you that day on the train. Though you never payed much attention to me. I had always been your friend. Before Potter. You and I were supposed to be together."
Hermione could stop the tears no longer. They crashed through the floodgates, and ran down her face in hurried trails. Harry stood up, and he kissed Hermione on the cheek. "These muggles don't deserve you Hermione. Not if they were planning on killing our kind." He explained. Hermione ripped away from them, and she ran to the fireplace. "I could do this if I thought you were Draco. If I thought you were somehow messed up in your past. I can't do this if you were my friend. Why would you do this, Neville? How could you do this?" She yelled in confusion. Neville took a few steps toward her. "During the battle, I killed Draco. Far before anyone could find him. I had taken his memories. All of them, and I had adapted to them. I shaved his head, and I had gotten rid of the body. He's squid shit by now. Though something had gotten in the way that I didn't forsee. It seemed as if the universe had presented me with a gift. I was coming back from Draco's disposal, and I went through the shrieking shack. Within sat a very much alive Snape, with gaping holes in his neck. I avada'd him, and this is where you come in, love. You saw me as Draco. Killing a war hero. You dismissed me. Hated me for it even.
That was the first obstacle I had to overcome. I thought using Malfoy would be the perfect opportunity to get closer to you considering the love that you held for him. Then after I was getting so close to getting you back. The Winchester Brothers came into the picture, and I had to get rid of them, and keep you." Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her Draco was innocent? She had cursed his name day and night since the battle, but what he had done wasn't actually him. Her heart froze, and was shattered into a million tiny little pieces. "You killed him!" She cried out, as she crashed down onto the floor. The flames from the fire licking at her back. "YOU KILLED THEM." She cried again, and she buried her face into her knees. "I had to Hermione. For you." Neville explained. There was a jar of floo next to her, and Hermione eyed it nonchalantly. Sam slunk down in his chair, and he passed out once more. "Enervate." spoke harry, as he tossed the spell in Sam's direction.
Neville took a few steps towards Hermione, and he crouched down in front of her. Hermione grabbed the jar, and in one swift moment she brought it down onto his head. He fell to the side, conscious and bleeding and Hermione snatched Harry's wand. "Solvo!" She cried at Dean, and he sprung to his feet. He jumped over the table, and he landed on Neville. Dean's fist rained down on Neville. "WE TRUSTED YOU." He yelled. He was in a rage that he couldn't get out of. Not that he wanted to. But the time Harry was able to pull Dean off of him, Neville's face was bruised, and battered. Blood dripped from the cut that was made by Hermione's jar.
Hermione stood in awe of Dean's rage, and her arms hung uselessly at her side barely clutching onto the wand. Harry plucked the wand out of her hand and he threw it at Neville. Neville caught it as he threw Dean off of him. He stood up, wand pointed at Dean on the floor and Hermione next to him. "I had hoped that it wouldn't come to this." He whispered, calmly. He took a deep breath, and before he was able to utter a word of the unforgivable curse a BOOM resounded through the house. A huge hole gaped in the wall next to them, and in came the blue Ford Anglia. Castiel rode in the Driver's seat, and riding passenger was Luna. Instead of killing the pair as he had intended Neville directed his curses at Castiel. Though Castiel was not phased by any of his curses. He took the wand from Neville as Neville cowered before him. He took both Neville and Harry, and he took them to the very cell Dean and Ron had been locked in. He slammed the cell door shut, and he returned not to Dean, but to Lucius. Lucius had looked up at the angel in awe. The angel smiled down at Lucius, and he pressed a single kiss to his forehead. Lucius's once glazed over eyes became clearer, and he looked up at Castiel with a new appreciation. "You will alert the wizarding authorities, and have them take care of the two in the cell. Is that clear, Lucius?" asked Castiel.
Lucius nodded, and Castiel turned to greet Dean. "It's about Damn time you showed up, Cas." complained Dean as he stood up to greet his friend. "I've been busy." Cas laughed. Luna hopped out of the car, and she skipped over to Sam. Sam was barely conscious, but he could still recognize her. "You're the girl from the Leaky Cauldron." He said. Luna nodded at him vigorously. Suddenly Hermione began to feel the dizziness again. This time it came at her faster, and stronger. She suddenly could not stand, and she fell to the ground. Sam and Hermione had both lost consciousness at the same time.