Just One of Those Days
Chapter Twenty-Four
By ~*~Angel~*~
Last time:
He was beginning to look less and less pleased, "You won't? The only person who's ever fought my Imperius Curse before was Harry Potter three years ago…" he was sounding agitated at the memory.
"And now me…I told you, I won't do as you say! I will fight you!" I sounded much more determined then I actually felt.
Before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door, "Come in…" Voldemort instructed.
And the two that walked through the door were none other then Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour themselves.
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Hermione's POV:
Krum……what the hell was he doing here?? Why the fuck isn't he locked up somewhere!? I didn't ever wanna see his face again, so what is he doing here!? I didn't even care that Fleur was here, though that was a surprise…but she didn't try to rape me, she didn't try to steal my innocence, she didn't shoot the one I love! I just glared, not speaking a word.
Voldemort smiled at my expense, then greeted them, "I'm glad that you two could join me. I believe that you each know Ms. Hermione Granger?" he asked with a slight chuckle.
Krum leered at me, Fleur just sent me an evil smirk and say, "Oui…we are…well acquainted…" her voice trailed.
Another knock on the door. Who now? Was Neville Longbottom going to walk through the door this time? But Voldemort looked surprised, as if he wasn't expecting or didn't want to see who was standing on the other side.
"Who is it?" he asked callously.
Wormtail opened the door, "S-sir…young Master Malfoy wishes to have a word with you…" he stuttered. Typical, same old Wormtail.
Voldemort smiled at me, "Send him in…" he said, talking to me and not his quivering servant.
And to my surprise, Draco walked in, dragging a reluctant, chained, and dirty Harry with him, fighting tooth and nail.
Draco's POV:
It wasn't hard getting in, once everyone realized who I was and saw I was dragging Harry in chains, they immediately thought they understood. Harry put up a good act, fighting, cursing, yelling obstinacies as we walked. We dirtied him up to make it looked like he struggled. So far it was all going well.
Wormtail, that slimy, deceiving little brat had led us to father's drawing room, where Hermione was being kept. And I followed, lugging Harry with me. When the door opened, I wasn't sure what I was going to see. Part of me was expecting Hermione laying dead on the ground, another part expected her no to even be there…the other part…well it didn't have a clue.
But there she stood, hardly, but none-the-less, she stood. She was bloody and looked as if she hadn't slept a wink. Her shirt was torn in the back and it, along with her jeans, were stained with her own blood. With all the tears in her shirt you could see her back perfectly, as well as her cuts. I cringed, recognizing them at once, knowing that scars just like hers were on my back too. She was staring at me as if I had three heads. And---
"Let me go you bloody traitor!" Harry shouted, interrupting my thoughts.
That was my cue, I smirked evilly, "Shut it, Golden Boy! I told you, you're not getting away…"
Hermione gasped in shock, "What's going on?" she asked, her voice as timid as she looked. I just wanted to tell her that it was all a joke, to play along, but I couldn't.
Instead, I looked to Voldemort, "My Lord, I wish to have a word with you…" I said, Krum sending me death glares.
"I can see that…" the Dark Lord replied, looking like a wolf who had just caught sight of its weakened prey. But that's what Harry was to him. Prey.
"Vhat do you vant!?" Krum demanded.
I sneered, "Just because I've come here to announce my allegiance to the Dark Lord, doesn't mean I've changed my mind about you, you overgrown ox!" I spat.
He seethed with anger, "Vhy you little brat! How dare you make such a remark to me!"
But Voldemort was much more interested in what I said about swearing my allegiance, "You wish to be a Death Eater, young Malfoy?" he asked, becoming more intrigued by the minute.
I nodded, "Yes Lord Voldemort…" I said with a bow of my head. "I bring you Harry Potter, as proof of my loyalty."
Hermione looked like I had just stabbed her in the back, "You can't…" she muttered. "You must be lying…" she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
Harry struggled again, buying us some time before Black and Lupin intervened, "Hermione! Run! Draco's been bloody lying from the get-go! He tricked Dumbledore, he tricked me, he tricked Ron, and he tricked you, Hermione! Get out of here! Draco's been planning this for the longest time! He's been trying to help Voldemort rise in power! He handed you over!" Harry said, staring at Hermione.
Wow Harry, a bit much don't you think? Oh well, now it was time to put my plan into play, the one that I had been thinking about ever since Hermione was captured. Harry didn't know about it, Ron didn't know about it, and even Dumbledore didn't have the slightest, "He's partially right there…" I commented. Harry looked at me in surprise. This wasn't the plan he knew of, now, I was suppose to argue back with him, knock him around a bit and then plead for Hermione's life. "I did trick everyone to believing what I wanted. My Lord, if you would be so kind, please send five of your best Death Eaters to the south entrance of the Manor…" I instructed.
"And why would I do that?" he pondered, raising an eyebrow.
I smirked, "Because there you'll find Sirius Black and Remus Lupin breaking in, attempting to cause a bit of a distraction…" Harry stared at me, shaking his head, much like Hermione had done moments earlier. I looked at him, triumph glittered in my eyes, "What's wrong Potter? Thought I was going to stay a goodie-goodie Gryffindor? Not bloody likely," I snorted. Then turned my attention back to Voldemort, "Dumbledore sent us here to rescue Granger and run back to him once we had her. Unfortunately for him, he didn't know that I was going to betray him. All of us, including Black, Lupin, Potter, Granger and me were suppose to come back, safe and sound. And yet no one will be going back and the only ones who will be unharmed are Granger and I," I stated confidently.
Voldemort smiled, "Very devious, young Malfoy, very devious indeed. Yet, how do I know that you're not lying to me?" he asked.
"You don't, I suppose you should just take my word…" that's when I looked to the ground and noticed that both my father and two other Death Eaters were lying on the floor. My father looked like he had been hit with stupefy, and the others looked frozen like ice. "What happened to them?" I asked nonchalantly.
Fleur smiled, "Shee 'appened," she said, her voice rich with her accent, pointing to Hermione.
I nodded, "Oh…right, well come on then Granger, undo whatever you did," I said impatiently.
Harry took that time to remember how to talk, "You bloody traitor…" he whispered, still not believing it. "You bloody sold us out!" his voice was getting louder. "And what now? What are you going to let happen to Hermione? Are you just going to let her die!?" he demanded.
"Do you have sand in your ears?" I asked sarcastically. "Or did you not hear me when I said that Hermione would be untouched?"
"Do you think they'll let that happen?" 'them' being Voldemort and my unmoving father.
"I don't care, I've delivered you, Lupin, and his bitch Sirius, he can let me keep Hermione," I said defiantly.
"And if I don't?" Voldemort asked curiously.
I shot him a look, not one of disrespect, but one that said I meant business, "Then I will let Potter and his disgusting friends get away…" I threatened.
"And how will you do that, when I now know they're here?" he countered.
"Try me…" I said with a smirk.
And he just laughed, it was subtle, but it was a laugh, "Very well, she will be unharmed, but I still plan on using her for my own purposes…" he informed me.
"You won't need to, with Black, Lupin, and Potter together, that should be enough, you won't need to drain Hermione, she can be used for much more useful purposes…" I said, giving Potter a jerk.
"Such as?" he inquired.
"She will be very useful to the dark side, she can help us overthrow Dumbledore and the Aurors…with her spells that they don't yet know, we'll have not only a very powerful witch on our side, but the element of surprise as well…" I replied. He smiled, he like my well-thought out plan.
He went to speak, but Hermione did first, "I will not serve this despicable creature!" she said, enraged. She then looked straight at me, "And I will not help you, you vile, dirty, horrid little bastard!" she shrieked. A tear threatened to fall from her right eye, but she wouldn't let it, "I was stupid to believe that you would ever love a-a mudblood! The minute you had a chance for power you took it! You're horrible!"
"Right on only one account Hermione, not your usual standards…" I commented. She looked confused, so I went on, "I did love you, and still do for that matter, which is why I'm so insistent on keeping you alive and well. And I didn't lie to you when I had said I changed and I no longer cared to ridicule Potter and his money-less lackey the Weasel. But you're right when you said I took the chance for power. I never said that I had any intentions of serving the light, serving under that buffoon Dumbledore…and when I had the opening to deceive him, I took it…it was all very well planned and thought out, if I do say so myself…"
She stared at me with such venom I was almost taken back, "I'll kill myself before helping you!" she declared.
I laughed, "No you won't because even though you don't want to admit it, you love me and you want to be with me…you won't do anything foolish like that…"
Harry pulled at his chains, trying to get away, "You bloody little ferret! Even if you do kill me, you won't be able to stop Dumbledore and the Aurors! They'll still bring you down!"
"How cliché Potter, is that the best you can come up with?" I shot back.
Hermione walked up to me, staring me down. I expected her to say something like, "I hate you," or "I do not love you,", but what she did do was completely startling. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers in a very demanding kiss. I was so taken with it that I dropped Potter's chains. In the meantime, Hermione's tongue battled it out with mine. This kiss wasn't of love, just of passion and lust. What was she getting at? It actually didn't matter to me, because this was a great kiss…
She brought her hand to my chest, then pulled it away. She took her lips off mine, only to whisper, "Confusio!"
And the room was filled with mist. I couldn't see a thing, I heard Krum swear as he tripped, most likely over my father. Fleur was spitting out French obscenities left and right. Voldemort, to the best of my knowledge, remained still. I reached forward, trying to find Hermione, but she wasn't there. And then, as quickly as the room had filled with this strange white smoke, it left. Leaving the room empty.
Hermione and Potter were nowhere to be seen.
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Peace, luv, and many hugs-
~*~Angel~*~