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Defiance Till Surrender 3-
She lay in her bedroom, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought of her situation. They had taken away her parents, who now, might be dead. Her heart wrenched at the thought, but for some reason, she did not believe them to have to be murdered. If they wanted them dead they would've done so in front of her, just for the pleasure of her pain and suffering. She let out an angry hiss of breath as she hit her matress with a closed fist, damn that Malfoy and that Voldemort.
He didn't know what he was going to do with her. She rolled over onto her stomache, staring hard at the floral pattern on her pillowcase. Malfoy hadn't been given orders on what to do with her, so, after her nice contribution to him, she had been thrown unceremoniously into her bedroom and locked. She heard them place charms on the door and the windows, so she had no way out of her room.
Damnit, I hate you Malfoy.
It was foolish of her to have come back, she had flown such a long way in such a short time she couldn't stand on her own. After the fight in Hogwarts, the flying across the continent, Hermione had nothing left to do but be layed down on her bed and sleep. She knew when she woke the next morning, the chances of escape were slim, they needed a head start, and that had been ruined by her sleeping.
Sure enough, she heard her Mother's cries about men in robes comming toward the house. Hermione had rushed down to confront them, she didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to confront the people that had come for them.
She certainly hadn't expected Draco Malfoy to be her captor.
About mid way through Hogwarts fifth year, many Slytherin students were pulled from the school, claiming for better protection. Around that time, Professor Dumbledore had begun to reunite the old members of The Order of the Phoneix. Harry, Ron, and Hermione became a part of it mid-year.
But things began to fall apart, somehow, Voldemort was gaining power at a alarming pace. And he even managed to seriously damage the Order, with many of the members scattered, perhaps even a few dead, there seemed little hope for redemption. And of course, now she was at the mercy of Draco Malfoy.
He did seem different. Different, other than for the fact he had changed physically, but he seemed more reserved. He didn't readily insult her as he used to in their younger days, and he could mask his emotions so well, it was almost disturbing. And when he came face to face with her in the living room, before she spat in his face, she had looked into his eyes.
They seemed to be wistful, very un-Malfoy like. The confidence was gone, the snideness, the aloofness, all seemed buried. He looked sad. Of course, then she spat fully in his face. A grin caught her at the thought. Hermione laughed when she thought back at the time she had slapped him across the face. Two points to me, she thought, amused.
And two for him, she sombered. For taking away my parents, and trapping me in my own house.
*
"We shouldn't have let her do that," Ron cried, pacing the forest floor frantically.
"What could we have done? If we didn't listen to her I'm sure she wouldn't of have hesistated to hex us." Harry said from his sitting poisition on the ground.
"I don't know." Ron stopped pacing.
"Hermione can take care of herself. She knew the risks she was taking by going to her parents." Harry said slowly.
"You sound so concerned." Ron said bitterly, glaring down at his best friend.
Harry's eyes avoided his, "I know I sound heartless right now, but I don't want another one of my friends going off to be caught. We can do something about Hermione once we regroup with the rest of the Order, Ron."
"It might be too late." Ron pressed.
"They won't do anything to her, she's too valuable to be hurt."
"Until they get what they want out of her." Ron frowned. Harry didn't answer to this.
"We should get going, I'm sure Voldemort has someone tailing us." Harry said, standing and brushing off his robes. Ron didn't flinch at the Dark Lord's name, he hadn't for two years, not since he joined the Order. It was foolish to be afraid of the man's name he had learned.
"You go ahead." Ron said.
"What?" Harry said, looking surprised.
"You go, meet up with the rest of them. Tell them I've gone for Hermione." Ron said firmly.
"Are you nuts? You'll do nothing but get yourself in danger, maybe even killed."
"I'm as useful information as she is, I won't just rush headlong into it. I'll be careful."
"Don't, Ron. It'll be easier if we have everyone help." Harry said.
Ron shook his head, "There's a chance where if I go and save her, we can avoid this early of a confrontation. Give me time, I know I will be able to do this." Ron said, mounting his broom.
Harry stared hard at his friend, obviously battling the urge to knock his friend of the broom and drag him back, and to just letting him go. "Be careful." Harry said finally.
"I always am," Ron smiled cheerfully. Harry shook his head, a small smile touched him though.
Their eyes held for a moment and more words were unnecessary. Harry watched as his best friend dissapeared, back to where they came. He hoped that it would work out.
Defiance Till Surrender 3-
She lay in her bedroom, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought of her situation. They had taken away her parents, who now, might be dead. Her heart wrenched at the thought, but for some reason, she did not believe them to have to be murdered. If they wanted them dead they would've done so in front of her, just for the pleasure of her pain and suffering. She let out an angry hiss of breath as she hit her matress with a closed fist, damn that Malfoy and that Voldemort.
He didn't know what he was going to do with her. She rolled over onto her stomache, staring hard at the floral pattern on her pillowcase. Malfoy hadn't been given orders on what to do with her, so, after her nice contribution to him, she had been thrown unceremoniously into her bedroom and locked. She heard them place charms on the door and the windows, so she had no way out of her room.
Damnit, I hate you Malfoy.
It was foolish of her to have come back, she had flown such a long way in such a short time she couldn't stand on her own. After the fight in Hogwarts, the flying across the continent, Hermione had nothing left to do but be layed down on her bed and sleep. She knew when she woke the next morning, the chances of escape were slim, they needed a head start, and that had been ruined by her sleeping.
Sure enough, she heard her Mother's cries about men in robes comming toward the house. Hermione had rushed down to confront them, she didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to confront the people that had come for them.
She certainly hadn't expected Draco Malfoy to be her captor.
About mid way through Hogwarts fifth year, many Slytherin students were pulled from the school, claiming for better protection. Around that time, Professor Dumbledore had begun to reunite the old members of The Order of the Phoneix. Harry, Ron, and Hermione became a part of it mid-year.
But things began to fall apart, somehow, Voldemort was gaining power at a alarming pace. And he even managed to seriously damage the Order, with many of the members scattered, perhaps even a few dead, there seemed little hope for redemption. And of course, now she was at the mercy of Draco Malfoy.
He did seem different. Different, other than for the fact he had changed physically, but he seemed more reserved. He didn't readily insult her as he used to in their younger days, and he could mask his emotions so well, it was almost disturbing. And when he came face to face with her in the living room, before she spat in his face, she had looked into his eyes.
They seemed to be wistful, very un-Malfoy like. The confidence was gone, the snideness, the aloofness, all seemed buried. He looked sad. Of course, then she spat fully in his face. A grin caught her at the thought. Hermione laughed when she thought back at the time she had slapped him across the face. Two points to me, she thought, amused.
And two for him, she sombered. For taking away my parents, and trapping me in my own house.
*
"We shouldn't have let her do that," Ron cried, pacing the forest floor frantically.
"What could we have done? If we didn't listen to her I'm sure she wouldn't of have hesistated to hex us." Harry said from his sitting poisition on the ground.
"I don't know." Ron stopped pacing.
"Hermione can take care of herself. She knew the risks she was taking by going to her parents." Harry said slowly.
"You sound so concerned." Ron said bitterly, glaring down at his best friend.
Harry's eyes avoided his, "I know I sound heartless right now, but I don't want another one of my friends going off to be caught. We can do something about Hermione once we regroup with the rest of the Order, Ron."
"It might be too late." Ron pressed.
"They won't do anything to her, she's too valuable to be hurt."
"Until they get what they want out of her." Ron frowned. Harry didn't answer to this.
"We should get going, I'm sure Voldemort has someone tailing us." Harry said, standing and brushing off his robes. Ron didn't flinch at the Dark Lord's name, he hadn't for two years, not since he joined the Order. It was foolish to be afraid of the man's name he had learned.
"You go ahead." Ron said.
"What?" Harry said, looking surprised.
"You go, meet up with the rest of them. Tell them I've gone for Hermione." Ron said firmly.
"Are you nuts? You'll do nothing but get yourself in danger, maybe even killed."
"I'm as useful information as she is, I won't just rush headlong into it. I'll be careful."
"Don't, Ron. It'll be easier if we have everyone help." Harry said.
Ron shook his head, "There's a chance where if I go and save her, we can avoid this early of a confrontation. Give me time, I know I will be able to do this." Ron said, mounting his broom.
Harry stared hard at his friend, obviously battling the urge to knock his friend of the broom and drag him back, and to just letting him go. "Be careful." Harry said finally.
"I always am," Ron smiled cheerfully. Harry shook his head, a small smile touched him though.
Their eyes held for a moment and more words were unnecessary. Harry watched as his best friend dissapeared, back to where they came. He hoped that it would work out.