Saving Hermione - Ch. 6: The Kidnapping
A/N - Sorry this took so long to get out, but my uncle's funeral was an Italian one, so there were lots of family things to attend. Sorry again. Just a few more responses to reviewers.
Thanks to all those who reviewed and to tigress33: You know what? I totally forgot about Hermione slapping Malfoy (and I've read that book nine times!). I know that Hermione and Ginny come off really defenseless, but they are really being sexually harassed and assaulted, right? Well, I am doing the defenseless thing from experience. Earlier this summer, I was in some of the same situations and that is really how I felt, helpless and defenseless. I was really quite unnerving for me (and I am a big girl that can take down 200 pound men!) to be that scared of a teenage boy. So I am just bringing out what I think they would feel like because in those moments that you are attacked, you don't really know what to do and you loose all comprehension of everything around you, all you want is help and nothing else. I hope you understand their actions now a bit better. Thanks for the praise! On with the story!
Harry and Ginny had not told Ron or Hermione about Malfoy's attack last week. They did notice, however, that Ginny was extremely jumpy whenever Malfoy was near. This just seemed like regular behavior for her since Hermione's attacks and the discovery for Voldemort's plans, so it went unquestioned.
About a month after Ginny's assault, there was another trip to Hogsmeade. Everyone decided that they would not go, seeing as Ginny and Harry were highly opposed to going.
Instead, they all went to the library to do some more studying, much to Ron's chagrin.
"Haven't we done enough studying?" he complained, causing Hermione to send a glare at him that made him wince.
"No, we have only got ten more weeks until the N.E.W.T.s, and although your marks on homework have improved, you need to get all the studying in that you can," she replied in her annoyingly superior voice.
While she and Ron bickered back and forth, Harry pretended to read while shooting knowing grins at Ginny who was doing the same. They two decided to give them their space and excused themselves to the common room. Hermione and Ron didn't even notice they left.
After a long, idle walk up to the empty common room, they sat down in a couple of chairs across from each other and set up a chessboard. Five minutes into the game, it dawned on Harry that Ginny had inherited her brother's master techniques at chess. She had already taken out his queen and a good number of his pawns and was about to check his king when she excused herself up into her dorms for a moment to get a sweater due to the cold and drafty castle.
Harry sat and eyed the chessboard trying to figure out what move would save him when his mind started to wander. Ginny's beautiful red head appeared in his mind and he closed his eyes and grinned to himself.
Then, someone's loud, blood-curdling scream sounded, breaking his train of thought. Ginny was screaming for help. Harry bolted up and sprinted up the girl's stairs. When he reached the 6th years dorms in less than ten seconds, he kicked the door open with such force, it swung back and cracked the stone wall.
All he had time to see was a screaming auburn head in the midst of black robes being made to touch a port-key. Then, Ginny and the estimated four Death Eaters were gone.
Harry looked down at the floor where Ginny had stood and saw nothing but her wand. He grabbed it and ran down the stairs and out of the common room to the library as quick as lightning.
Hermione and Ron had long ago quite arguing. They were both studying peacefully while occasionally sneaking glances at each other bent heads. Every once in a while, they would catch each other's eyes and smile.
Hermione excused herself to another part of deserted library to get another book, leaving Ron free quite studying for a few moments.
He liked the time he and Hermione had to spend together. When they argued, they were just showing affection. That's the way it had always been. Rarely were they ever really angry with each other. Ron like their little spats and sometime would just annoy her to start a fight. She was radiant when she was angry. Her face would go a bit red and she would flare her little nose and narrow her eyes, giving what he liked to call, the "Death Glare."
He got up to go see where Hermione was since she had been gone for a few minutes. He came to a row of book near the Restricted Section and saw something that made his heart jump into his throat and his stomach sink.
Surrounding Hermione were five masked Death Eaters. Just like Harry, before Ron could do anything, they were all gone, leaving her wand on the floor where she had stood.
Ron pocketed the wand and ran as quickly as his long legs would carry him out of the library, only to run head-on into Harry. They both stumbled back but righted themselves in a hurry.
"Ginny!"
"Hermione!"
They both spoke at the same time.
"Four Death Eaters!"
"Five Death Eaters!"
They spoke in unison again. They each reached into their robe pockets and pulled out two different wands.
"Oh, shit!"
"Dammit!"
They nodded to each other and sprinted towards a familiar stone gargoyle, nearly flattening tiny Professor Flitwick.
Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore was stepping out of the entrance just as they arrived, worry streaking his wrinkled face.
"I need to know everything," he simply said.
With that, both boys spilled into an explanation of the years events, Ron being surprised by the new information of Ginny's attack.
"Well, we have to work fast then, if we are to ensure the safety of Miss Granger and Miss Weasley, not to mention you two," he said.
"Go down into the dungeons, Harry and tell Professor Snape what has happened and come with him back to my office immediately. Ron, you so the same with Professor McGonagall. Hurry!"
Ron and Harry didn't need to be told twice. They again ran for what seemed like the twentieth time that day as fast as they could.
Ron returned with a teary-eyes, yet annoyed McGonagall, to see an emotionless Snape and haggard looking Harry with Dumbledore.
When they were all in Dumbledore's office, McGonagall spoke. "Why, did you not have the common sense to come to us before something like this happened!?!?" she seethed.
"Now, Minerva, they didn't want to impose more problems, I supposed," he looked at Harry and Ron who nodded.
"I don't care-" but she was cut off by Dumbledore's voice.
"I need you to return to Voldemort, Severus. Watch over the girls, but do not reveal your position. Minvera?" She looked at him through her glasses and sighed, "Yes, I know, take over while you're gone and contact the Ministry."
"Thank you. And you boys, stay in here until I return."
"The hell we will!" Although Dumbledore was one of Ron's greatest heroes, he was not going to just stay here and wait. It was his fault that Hermione was gone. He was supposed to protect her.
Harry felt the same way and said so.
"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall sounded shocked that they would speak against the great Albus Dumbledore.
"No, Minerva, they are right. I am probably too old to go and try to face Voldemort and the Death Eaters by myself. These two on the other hand, have excellent skills in sneaking in and out of places and going unnoticed. They are of age and have great power."
Professors McGonagall and Snape stood there shocked that Dumbledore would give such praise to two seventeen years olds, but, then again, they didn't know how much respect he held for them.
"Do you really think we can do it Professor?" Harry questioned his decision greatly.
"I do. I think you could sneak into wherever Voldemort is hiding and retrieve the Misses Granger and Weasley, even better than, I dare say, Misters Fred and George?" He said this with a slight amusement in his voice.
Ron slightly smiled and spoke up. "We'll do it. But where is Voldemort hiding?"
"I have reason to believe, from rumors of odd happenings, that he is hiding in the same house that he had been in for three years. I believe you remember the Riddle House, Harry?"
He did. He remembered seeing the house in his dreams that he had in the summer before fourth year and when he saw it while in the Riddle family graveyard.
"Y-yes." Harry had no desire to ever go back to that cemetery ever again. But if he had to, then he would, if it meant saving Ginny and Hermione.
"It is located in the town of Little Hangleton. I will create a port-key for you to travel there, but first you need some slight training before you send you off to possibly do battle if Voldemort, if it comes to that."
Ron shivered at this while Harry went slightly pale at having to face him again.
"Ok, what do we need to do, Professor?" Ron asked boldly, after the initial shock of facing Voldemort wore off.
Hermione woke up on a pile of hay in a small, damp, cold room that had no windows, or furniture and water damaged wood floors. Across the inky darkness of the room, she could scarcely make out a lump of red and black.
Hermione realized that it had to be Ginny and stood to go over to her. But her plan was quickly squashes as she felt to the floor from the over- whelming dizziness she felt. She could hear laughter outside the door and looked up to find Ginny stirring and a hole in the door the shape of a square. I looked up at the square, which provided some light into the room, to see a pair of silver eyes smirking back at her.
"Malfoy!" Hermione hissed.
"I told you I'd get you away from your bodyguards!" he cackled evilly.
Hermione just glared at him through the pain in her head and saw Ginny holding her own head in agony.
"What have you done to us?" she demanded.
"Oh, nothing, luv, but a little potion to render you unconscious."
"For what?"
"So you won't cause us any problems."
At this, she shoved her hand into her robes to find her wand missing. But what they didn't know was that she carried an extra wand on her, just in case something like this happened. She quickly but unnoticeably checked her hidden pocket to find a long, smooth, and entirely comforting piece of wood.
She smiled at Malfoy and stood up, ignoring the pain in her head. She walked over to the door while swinging her hips seductively. She saw Malfoy's eyes widen as he watched her.
Ginny had seen the wand that Hermione had expertly pulled out of her robes and hid behind her back. She grinned as she realized what Hermione was doing when she walked up to the door.
"Could you just open the door for a little while, give us some light? It's awfully dark in here," she said in her sweetest voice.
"I'm not that stupid. Come on Granger, no matter how tempting you or Weasley look, I'm not allowed to let open this door...yet," he grinned wickedly.
Both girls knew what he meant and Hermione slightly faltered, but quickly righted herself. She turned on the heel of her Mary-Janes and walked back infront of Ginny, shielding her.
"Fine, Malfoy. Have it your way." She grinned just as wickedly and before Malfoy could say anything Hermione had pulled the wand out from behind her back and blown the door to smithereens. Malfoy had been blown in the adjacent wall and knocked out cold. Hermione came out with scratches on her face and her robes torn with bits of wood in her hair, but Ginny was unscathed and to Hermione, that was all that mattered. She walked over to Malfoy and placed him under a powerful stunning spell, just in case.
Ginny though Hermione looked like a wild woman. She had torn robes and a few scratches on her face. Her hair looked even bushier from the wood splinters in it and from the wind force of the door.
They walked silently along the wall with Hermione leading the way. Ginny also realized how in charge Hermione seemed to be when something like this was happening. Ginny, who really looked up to Hermione and strived to be like her, decided to be brave and assertive as well, but still followed Hermione.
When they came across their first group of Death Eaters in this large manor, Hermione quickly stunned the three of them one by one from around a corner. They gathered their wands and pocketed them.
Now, you must ask yourself: Would you want to come across two hormonal, pissed off, wand-carrying teenage girls? I didn't think so.
The Death Eaters, however, didn't seem to realize how dangerous these teen girls could be when motivated.
The second group, consisting of five black-robed figures, rounded a corner about twenty feet away from Ginny and Hermione. They girls, knowing that they couldn't stun them all without getting seriously injured, stood there while the Death Eaters approached them.
The five formed a circle around the seemingly scared girls while laughing the way men do when they are about to do something morally wrong but don't care.
"Now, what do we have here? Oh yes, I remember. The Mudblood and the little Weasel. The bait for Potter," one on Hermione's left stated.
"Ah, yes. Didn't Voldemort say we could see to them before it was time for their deaths?" another one asked.
"Yes, I believe he did. But that's interesting. How did you get out of your confinements? We were just going to visit you." Ginny could just hear the grin in his voice. They were mocking them, making sure that they knew what would inevitably happen to two cute teen girls in a house full of immoral men.
Hermione had an idea and spoke up while poking Ginny in the back with her hidden wand. Ginny readied her wand. "Come closer and I'll tell you," she said to one of the bigger men directly in front of her. This must have been Crabbe or Goyle's father, because it was quite a stupid thing to do, lean down and let her whisper in his ear.
"We got out like this." And before he knew what had hit him, Hermione had brought up her knee to the center of his legs and brought him down easily, while she then heard Ginny stun two Death Eaters. She turned with a deadly right hook to the jaw of the other Death Eater on her right as Ginny stunned the last of the men.
The one Hermione had brought down was quickly getting back up, but not before Hermione had stunned him and the one that she had knocked to floor with her fist. Hermione may have been a girl, but she could put up a good fight, after all the years of playfully fist fighting with her huge father. Her father had actually been teaching her to fight all along and also teaching her to be able to take a hit of a bigger person and still fight. He had taught her well.
Ginny was still in awe at Hermione's sudden adrenaline rush as they grabbed all the wands and busted them over their knees. They were extremely tired after the adrenaline started to wear off, though. Ginny from using so many powerful stunning spells and Hermione for the same reason and the physical output. If they came across many more Death Eaters before they got out of the house, they wouldn't be able to put up such a strong fight again.
Just as she was thinking this, Hermione rounded a corner and came face to face with Lucius and Draco Malfoy.
A/N - Hoped you liked that. No more defenseless damsels in distress, well not until next chapter, anyways. You saw a fighting Hermione. I actually put myself into this story. I am Hermione basically. My father taught me all those things that I mentioned and in the beginning, her physical description was actually of me. That's how I am writing her. I hoped you liked this one, got more actions and some slight fluff. Question though. Am I making Draco and the Death Eaters too perverted here? Let me know. Thanks for reading!
A/N - Sorry this took so long to get out, but my uncle's funeral was an Italian one, so there were lots of family things to attend. Sorry again. Just a few more responses to reviewers.
Thanks to all those who reviewed and to tigress33: You know what? I totally forgot about Hermione slapping Malfoy (and I've read that book nine times!). I know that Hermione and Ginny come off really defenseless, but they are really being sexually harassed and assaulted, right? Well, I am doing the defenseless thing from experience. Earlier this summer, I was in some of the same situations and that is really how I felt, helpless and defenseless. I was really quite unnerving for me (and I am a big girl that can take down 200 pound men!) to be that scared of a teenage boy. So I am just bringing out what I think they would feel like because in those moments that you are attacked, you don't really know what to do and you loose all comprehension of everything around you, all you want is help and nothing else. I hope you understand their actions now a bit better. Thanks for the praise! On with the story!
Harry and Ginny had not told Ron or Hermione about Malfoy's attack last week. They did notice, however, that Ginny was extremely jumpy whenever Malfoy was near. This just seemed like regular behavior for her since Hermione's attacks and the discovery for Voldemort's plans, so it went unquestioned.
About a month after Ginny's assault, there was another trip to Hogsmeade. Everyone decided that they would not go, seeing as Ginny and Harry were highly opposed to going.
Instead, they all went to the library to do some more studying, much to Ron's chagrin.
"Haven't we done enough studying?" he complained, causing Hermione to send a glare at him that made him wince.
"No, we have only got ten more weeks until the N.E.W.T.s, and although your marks on homework have improved, you need to get all the studying in that you can," she replied in her annoyingly superior voice.
While she and Ron bickered back and forth, Harry pretended to read while shooting knowing grins at Ginny who was doing the same. They two decided to give them their space and excused themselves to the common room. Hermione and Ron didn't even notice they left.
After a long, idle walk up to the empty common room, they sat down in a couple of chairs across from each other and set up a chessboard. Five minutes into the game, it dawned on Harry that Ginny had inherited her brother's master techniques at chess. She had already taken out his queen and a good number of his pawns and was about to check his king when she excused herself up into her dorms for a moment to get a sweater due to the cold and drafty castle.
Harry sat and eyed the chessboard trying to figure out what move would save him when his mind started to wander. Ginny's beautiful red head appeared in his mind and he closed his eyes and grinned to himself.
Then, someone's loud, blood-curdling scream sounded, breaking his train of thought. Ginny was screaming for help. Harry bolted up and sprinted up the girl's stairs. When he reached the 6th years dorms in less than ten seconds, he kicked the door open with such force, it swung back and cracked the stone wall.
All he had time to see was a screaming auburn head in the midst of black robes being made to touch a port-key. Then, Ginny and the estimated four Death Eaters were gone.
Harry looked down at the floor where Ginny had stood and saw nothing but her wand. He grabbed it and ran down the stairs and out of the common room to the library as quick as lightning.
Hermione and Ron had long ago quite arguing. They were both studying peacefully while occasionally sneaking glances at each other bent heads. Every once in a while, they would catch each other's eyes and smile.
Hermione excused herself to another part of deserted library to get another book, leaving Ron free quite studying for a few moments.
He liked the time he and Hermione had to spend together. When they argued, they were just showing affection. That's the way it had always been. Rarely were they ever really angry with each other. Ron like their little spats and sometime would just annoy her to start a fight. She was radiant when she was angry. Her face would go a bit red and she would flare her little nose and narrow her eyes, giving what he liked to call, the "Death Glare."
He got up to go see where Hermione was since she had been gone for a few minutes. He came to a row of book near the Restricted Section and saw something that made his heart jump into his throat and his stomach sink.
Surrounding Hermione were five masked Death Eaters. Just like Harry, before Ron could do anything, they were all gone, leaving her wand on the floor where she had stood.
Ron pocketed the wand and ran as quickly as his long legs would carry him out of the library, only to run head-on into Harry. They both stumbled back but righted themselves in a hurry.
"Ginny!"
"Hermione!"
They both spoke at the same time.
"Four Death Eaters!"
"Five Death Eaters!"
They spoke in unison again. They each reached into their robe pockets and pulled out two different wands.
"Oh, shit!"
"Dammit!"
They nodded to each other and sprinted towards a familiar stone gargoyle, nearly flattening tiny Professor Flitwick.
Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore was stepping out of the entrance just as they arrived, worry streaking his wrinkled face.
"I need to know everything," he simply said.
With that, both boys spilled into an explanation of the years events, Ron being surprised by the new information of Ginny's attack.
"Well, we have to work fast then, if we are to ensure the safety of Miss Granger and Miss Weasley, not to mention you two," he said.
"Go down into the dungeons, Harry and tell Professor Snape what has happened and come with him back to my office immediately. Ron, you so the same with Professor McGonagall. Hurry!"
Ron and Harry didn't need to be told twice. They again ran for what seemed like the twentieth time that day as fast as they could.
Ron returned with a teary-eyes, yet annoyed McGonagall, to see an emotionless Snape and haggard looking Harry with Dumbledore.
When they were all in Dumbledore's office, McGonagall spoke. "Why, did you not have the common sense to come to us before something like this happened!?!?" she seethed.
"Now, Minerva, they didn't want to impose more problems, I supposed," he looked at Harry and Ron who nodded.
"I don't care-" but she was cut off by Dumbledore's voice.
"I need you to return to Voldemort, Severus. Watch over the girls, but do not reveal your position. Minvera?" She looked at him through her glasses and sighed, "Yes, I know, take over while you're gone and contact the Ministry."
"Thank you. And you boys, stay in here until I return."
"The hell we will!" Although Dumbledore was one of Ron's greatest heroes, he was not going to just stay here and wait. It was his fault that Hermione was gone. He was supposed to protect her.
Harry felt the same way and said so.
"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall sounded shocked that they would speak against the great Albus Dumbledore.
"No, Minerva, they are right. I am probably too old to go and try to face Voldemort and the Death Eaters by myself. These two on the other hand, have excellent skills in sneaking in and out of places and going unnoticed. They are of age and have great power."
Professors McGonagall and Snape stood there shocked that Dumbledore would give such praise to two seventeen years olds, but, then again, they didn't know how much respect he held for them.
"Do you really think we can do it Professor?" Harry questioned his decision greatly.
"I do. I think you could sneak into wherever Voldemort is hiding and retrieve the Misses Granger and Weasley, even better than, I dare say, Misters Fred and George?" He said this with a slight amusement in his voice.
Ron slightly smiled and spoke up. "We'll do it. But where is Voldemort hiding?"
"I have reason to believe, from rumors of odd happenings, that he is hiding in the same house that he had been in for three years. I believe you remember the Riddle House, Harry?"
He did. He remembered seeing the house in his dreams that he had in the summer before fourth year and when he saw it while in the Riddle family graveyard.
"Y-yes." Harry had no desire to ever go back to that cemetery ever again. But if he had to, then he would, if it meant saving Ginny and Hermione.
"It is located in the town of Little Hangleton. I will create a port-key for you to travel there, but first you need some slight training before you send you off to possibly do battle if Voldemort, if it comes to that."
Ron shivered at this while Harry went slightly pale at having to face him again.
"Ok, what do we need to do, Professor?" Ron asked boldly, after the initial shock of facing Voldemort wore off.
Hermione woke up on a pile of hay in a small, damp, cold room that had no windows, or furniture and water damaged wood floors. Across the inky darkness of the room, she could scarcely make out a lump of red and black.
Hermione realized that it had to be Ginny and stood to go over to her. But her plan was quickly squashes as she felt to the floor from the over- whelming dizziness she felt. She could hear laughter outside the door and looked up to find Ginny stirring and a hole in the door the shape of a square. I looked up at the square, which provided some light into the room, to see a pair of silver eyes smirking back at her.
"Malfoy!" Hermione hissed.
"I told you I'd get you away from your bodyguards!" he cackled evilly.
Hermione just glared at him through the pain in her head and saw Ginny holding her own head in agony.
"What have you done to us?" she demanded.
"Oh, nothing, luv, but a little potion to render you unconscious."
"For what?"
"So you won't cause us any problems."
At this, she shoved her hand into her robes to find her wand missing. But what they didn't know was that she carried an extra wand on her, just in case something like this happened. She quickly but unnoticeably checked her hidden pocket to find a long, smooth, and entirely comforting piece of wood.
She smiled at Malfoy and stood up, ignoring the pain in her head. She walked over to the door while swinging her hips seductively. She saw Malfoy's eyes widen as he watched her.
Ginny had seen the wand that Hermione had expertly pulled out of her robes and hid behind her back. She grinned as she realized what Hermione was doing when she walked up to the door.
"Could you just open the door for a little while, give us some light? It's awfully dark in here," she said in her sweetest voice.
"I'm not that stupid. Come on Granger, no matter how tempting you or Weasley look, I'm not allowed to let open this door...yet," he grinned wickedly.
Both girls knew what he meant and Hermione slightly faltered, but quickly righted herself. She turned on the heel of her Mary-Janes and walked back infront of Ginny, shielding her.
"Fine, Malfoy. Have it your way." She grinned just as wickedly and before Malfoy could say anything Hermione had pulled the wand out from behind her back and blown the door to smithereens. Malfoy had been blown in the adjacent wall and knocked out cold. Hermione came out with scratches on her face and her robes torn with bits of wood in her hair, but Ginny was unscathed and to Hermione, that was all that mattered. She walked over to Malfoy and placed him under a powerful stunning spell, just in case.
Ginny though Hermione looked like a wild woman. She had torn robes and a few scratches on her face. Her hair looked even bushier from the wood splinters in it and from the wind force of the door.
They walked silently along the wall with Hermione leading the way. Ginny also realized how in charge Hermione seemed to be when something like this was happening. Ginny, who really looked up to Hermione and strived to be like her, decided to be brave and assertive as well, but still followed Hermione.
When they came across their first group of Death Eaters in this large manor, Hermione quickly stunned the three of them one by one from around a corner. They gathered their wands and pocketed them.
Now, you must ask yourself: Would you want to come across two hormonal, pissed off, wand-carrying teenage girls? I didn't think so.
The Death Eaters, however, didn't seem to realize how dangerous these teen girls could be when motivated.
The second group, consisting of five black-robed figures, rounded a corner about twenty feet away from Ginny and Hermione. They girls, knowing that they couldn't stun them all without getting seriously injured, stood there while the Death Eaters approached them.
The five formed a circle around the seemingly scared girls while laughing the way men do when they are about to do something morally wrong but don't care.
"Now, what do we have here? Oh yes, I remember. The Mudblood and the little Weasel. The bait for Potter," one on Hermione's left stated.
"Ah, yes. Didn't Voldemort say we could see to them before it was time for their deaths?" another one asked.
"Yes, I believe he did. But that's interesting. How did you get out of your confinements? We were just going to visit you." Ginny could just hear the grin in his voice. They were mocking them, making sure that they knew what would inevitably happen to two cute teen girls in a house full of immoral men.
Hermione had an idea and spoke up while poking Ginny in the back with her hidden wand. Ginny readied her wand. "Come closer and I'll tell you," she said to one of the bigger men directly in front of her. This must have been Crabbe or Goyle's father, because it was quite a stupid thing to do, lean down and let her whisper in his ear.
"We got out like this." And before he knew what had hit him, Hermione had brought up her knee to the center of his legs and brought him down easily, while she then heard Ginny stun two Death Eaters. She turned with a deadly right hook to the jaw of the other Death Eater on her right as Ginny stunned the last of the men.
The one Hermione had brought down was quickly getting back up, but not before Hermione had stunned him and the one that she had knocked to floor with her fist. Hermione may have been a girl, but she could put up a good fight, after all the years of playfully fist fighting with her huge father. Her father had actually been teaching her to fight all along and also teaching her to be able to take a hit of a bigger person and still fight. He had taught her well.
Ginny was still in awe at Hermione's sudden adrenaline rush as they grabbed all the wands and busted them over their knees. They were extremely tired after the adrenaline started to wear off, though. Ginny from using so many powerful stunning spells and Hermione for the same reason and the physical output. If they came across many more Death Eaters before they got out of the house, they wouldn't be able to put up such a strong fight again.
Just as she was thinking this, Hermione rounded a corner and came face to face with Lucius and Draco Malfoy.
A/N - Hoped you liked that. No more defenseless damsels in distress, well not until next chapter, anyways. You saw a fighting Hermione. I actually put myself into this story. I am Hermione basically. My father taught me all those things that I mentioned and in the beginning, her physical description was actually of me. That's how I am writing her. I hoped you liked this one, got more actions and some slight fluff. Question though. Am I making Draco and the Death Eaters too perverted here? Let me know. Thanks for reading!