A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you both like it so much, and yes Root Beer! You made good use of the author alert :-p
The beginning of this happened as Draco is talking to Avery, at least a little after cause they had to figure out where she went, so I hope there's no confusion. I hope you enjoy!
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Defiance Till Surrender
By Trinity
Defiance Till Surrender 2-
"Most of them have already left." Ron Weasley said, looking nervously back at the double doors to Hogwarts. Harry Potter nodded at his best friend and turned to Hermione Granger, who was at the moment, mounting her broom ignoring the boys.
"Hermione." Harry said.
"You guys go, I can't leave them." Hermione Granger said, not looking at him.
"Don't be stupid, Herm." Ron snapped his voice almost frantic.
"I won't leave them." Hermione yelled, her eye's flashing dangerously as she looked up at the pair.
"Hermione, It'll be fine. The Ministry will get to them before he does, don't worry." Harry offered.
Hermione laughed, it was mirthless though, she shook her head causing her brown hair to fall in her face. "They won't. They as good as said they wouldn't in the letter."
"Then I will go get them," Harry said, grabbing her arm. "As long as your safe with the rest of them."
Hermione eased her arm from Harry's grip, the bitterness leaving her eyes almost instantly. The stubbornness entered her face again; her eyes narrowed a bit along with it.
"No, Harry. You go, it's not your problem." Hermione said.
"I can't just let you go, its too dangerous, you're putting yourself and your parents in danger, Herm." Harry cried.
"I will be fine!"
"Hermione, please." Ron pleaded; his eyes darted back to the doors. They were still closed. "We can get them, they will be fine."
"Go." Hermione said.
"Only if you come with us."
"You know I won't, go before they catch us all."
"I'll force you to come." Ron said, moving toward her. He'd hardly taken two steps before he was staring at the tip of Hermione's wand.
"Get on your brooms," she said in a low voice. "And fly away, where you're suppose to be. Go to your families."
"Herm-"
"Get on your damn brooms!" Hermione snapped the tip of her wand sparked. The boys did, a resentful look on their face as they kicked off up into the air. Hermione's wand followed, and she peered up at them. They circled her once, then turned toward the East and sped off.
Seeing that they were really leaving, Hermione slipped the wand back into her robes and took a shaky breath. With one last glance around the deserted castle, she kicked off into the air, and turned opposite of where Ron and Harry had disappeared.
She was going home.
*
"Reports are that she arrived home late last night, sir." a minor Death Eater wizard reported, as they approached the Granger household. Draco didn't answer, just nodded his head, dismissing the soldier from his precene.
He hadn't been able to really think over his assignment until he began the travel for it. The Grangers did live a ways away from his manor, and it took most of the day to get here, and now as he approached the muggle house a strange feeling washed over him.
Draco shook the feeling away; he was doing what he was assigned to do. This was his job, his life, and Granger had chosen the wrong side, she was about to be punished for it.
The door opened to the house, and a young woman with brown hair that hung passed her shoulders watched them intently as they approached. He realized, almost startled, that this was Granger. He hadn't seen her for nearly two years, since the War had began, and she had changed. Two people stood behind her, whom he assumed, were her parents. Her father was a tall sandy haired man, with a curious look of calm on his face, even the situation was dire, the woman was no taller than Granger, a look of almost uncontrolled fear on her face.
Granger's hands were pressed firmly on each side of the doorframe, blocking the entrance to her home, a murderous look on her face. Two of Draco's wizards moved foreword to move her aside. It took a moment, since she struggled, but finally she allowed herself to be pushed off to the side, each arm held by one of the Death Eaters.
"You are under arrest for the insurrection against Lord Voldemort." Draco said, his eyes moving to Granger's father and mother. Her mother trembled, and the man placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him.
"They've done nothing wrong!" Granger cried, straining against the hold the two Death Eaters had on her.
Draco ignored her, with a gesture; four Death Eaters moved foreword and led away Granger's parents. Her father the entire time held his head high, supporting his wife against him.
"They did nothing wrong." Granger repeated when Draco finally turned his eyes on her.
"Perhaps, but that is not for you to decide." Draco said to her, then to the Death Eaters, "Take her inside, and watch her. I will deal with her later."
"You bastard, leave them alone. If you harm them, I swear I'll kill you." He heard Granger scream as they dragged her into her house. Draco again, brushed this off and strode toward where most of the Death Eaters under his command waited.
"They go to the camp, and they are not to be harmed." Draco said to the five wizards, mounted on brooms. Granger's parents were on one broom, shackled to two of the Death Eaters to prevent them from escaping. "Remember, they are not to be harmed, if they are, you'll have to deal with Voldemort personally."
With that, Draco turned on his heel and hurried toward the house. His threat weighed heavily enough, no one wanted to deal with Voldemort personally.
Hermione sat defiantly on her living room couch, her eyes narrowed maliciously at the two men in black robes across from her. They did nothing wrong yet they still take them away, Hermione thought furiously. It was painfully wrong, but she knew that she could not do anything about it. Lord Voldemort had momentarily wounded the Order, and until it got back on its feet, things would be different.
The blonde haired man entered the house again and, not even glancing at her moved over to the two wizards and talked in low voices. Hermione pursed her lips at being ignored, she resisted the urge to stand up and strangle them. The two wizards who had brought her in, left the room suddenly, leaving her and the blonde man alone.
Hermione crossed her arms and glared at him as he turned to her. An amused look flitted across his features before they became unreadable.
"So am I under arrest as well?" Hermione finally asked.
"It is not yet decided on what to do with you," he said finally after a long pause.
"Who decides? You?"
"Do not worry about it." he frowned.
A flicker of recognition crossed through Hermione. She peered at the young man, confusion clouding her face.
"Who are you." she demanded.
"You don't remember me?" the man asked, a fake look of hurt on his face. "I'm insulted Granger."
Hermione sat on the couch, staring dumbly up at the handsome man. A shudder ran through her as she realized whom she was talking to. "Malfoy." she sneered.
"Took you longer than usual, are you loosing your touch, Granger?" Malfoy smirked.
"It figures," Hermione glared at him. "I figured you'd eventually become a Death Eater, just like your scum of a father."
"Remember who your talking to Granger." Malfoy said coolly, crossing the room and leaning down to her face level. "Remember who's the prisoner, and who's the captor."
Hermione smiled almost insanely, and spat in his face.