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Defiance Till Surrender
By Trinity
Defiance Till Surrender 4-
An eagle owl flew into the Grangers open living room window and dropped a letter at Draco's feet. It wheeled around and flew back out the way it came, with hardly a sound. Draco frowned at this; his eagle owl had become unfamiliar with him since it had been used for deliveries. Though he thought he considered it nothing more than a possession, he felt it should at least recognize him and show that it did.
He bent down and picked up the rolled up parchment, Voldemort's seal, the Dark Mark, in black wax kept the letter sealed. He broke it without regard, and read over the reports quickly.
"Monterey," Draco called. One of the two Death Eaters came foreword immediately, standing attention next to his commander.
"You are to go to the Hogwarts castle with your partner, there' you will meet up with your new regiment."
"And what of you sir?" Monterey asked.
"That is none of your concern." Draco glared. "Now leave immediately."
"Yes sir."
Draco didn't bother to watch them leave, he knew they would. They were going to hunt down the remains of the Order, while he was here stuck babysitting some enemy woman.
He glanced down at the reports quickly, knowing they still had the same commands that he had read moments before. With a resigned sigh, Draco crumpled the parchment and shoved it inside his robe pocket. The Grangers had no fireplace for him to burn it, he'd have to wait until he got home.
Hermione watch with great interest as the two Death Eaters flew off away from her home. It didn't make sense for them to leave her here by herself.
Unless...
The door to her room clicked open, Hermione turned quickly knowing who she was going to see but hoping it would be someone else.
"Come with me." Draco commanded.
Hermione snorted, "Yes, and you think I will cooperate?"
"Don't force me to make you." Draco said coolly.
Hermione's hand inched down toward her robe pocket, suddenly remembering her wand. Damn it, she thought to herself, why hadn't I thought of it sooner?
"Stop." Draco said. Hermione ignored him and reached frantically for her wand...only to find it wasn't in her pocket. She looked up at Malfoy, his wand was pointing at her, her wand in his other hand.
"How did you...without me knowing." Hermione stuttered.
"You don't pay attention Granger," Draco said, and amused grin on his face. It faded quickly though, "Now move, I'm running short on patience."
Hermione gritted her teeth and walked stiffly up to him. "Now what?"
"Out the door," Draco said, slipping her wand back into his pocket. "Ahead of me, go."
Shaking with anger, Hermione reluctantly moved ahead of him, mind racing furiously with some retaliation she could do.
Outside, a Firebolt hovered unoccupied, and Hermione halted. She felt Draco bump into the back of her, causing her to stumble foreword.
"On the broom Granger." Draco snapped.
Hermione hesitated, she knew she was going somewhere where she would definitely not want to be. If she got on, her chance of escape were practically none. She felt Draco take hold of her upper arms and set her down on the broom. He quickly mounted in front of her and kicked off.
Hermione let out a little shriek as they took off, immediately flushing after. She felt Draco chuckle, and his hand reached behind him and took hers.
"What are you doing?" Hermione gasped, trying to wrench it from his. He ignored her, and pulled it around his waist.
"I suggest you hang onto me unless you want to fall, Granger." Draco suggested.
Hermione flushed again and reluctantly wrapped her arms around his waist.
Neither realized they were being followed.
Draco landed outside the door of his manor late that night. Hermione had fallen asleep and was leaning against his back, Draco frowned at this. How was he going to get her off without waking her up? Draco shook his head, why would he care, she was the enemy.
"Wake up Granger." Draco said, getting off the broom.
Without anything to lean on, Hermione started to fall forward, she jerked up at the sensation though. She blinked sleepily as she looked around.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"You will be staying here until further commands." Draco told her, pulling her off his broom.
"Where am I?" she repeated stubbornly, waking up more.
"The Malfoy Manor," another cold voice answered for her.
Draco's head jerked up as his steel gray eyes meeting his fathers.
"What are you doing home?" Draco asked, his hand still holding Hermione's arm.
Lucius' eyes moved to Hermione, and then back to his sons. "That is your welcome home greeting to me Draco?" Lucius said, though not at all sounding offended.
"I'd be upset if a pig like you showed up outside my house," Hermione snapped. She instantly regretted it when Lucius' cruel gaze moved back to her.
"Take her inside, Draco. I will deal with her at a later time."
"Those were not my orders." Draco cut in.
"I'm pulling rank," Lucius snarled before moving back toward the darkened shadows of the manor.
Frustrated, Draco pulled Hermione inside the house and to the meeting room Lucius kept for business. He shoved her inside and followed after her, leaving the door open.
Hermione looked around the elegant room. A very long table that could seat at least a dozen people took up the center, and comfortable looking chairs ran along its length. Two fireplaces were on opposite ends of the long ends; the one on the right was lit, while the one on the left was nothing but hot coals. She looked up at the door again, only to see Draco was no longer standing there. He was sitting on one of the many chairs at the table, watching her closely, his face emotionless.
Damn that face, she thought bitterly. She couldn't read what was happening in with his emotions hidden like that, and right now she really wanted to know what would be happening to her.
Lucius swept into the room suddenly, closing the door but not locking it, she noted. He ignored her totally and looked directly at his son.
"You may take your leave." Lucius told him easily.
"She is my prisoner." Draco said simply, his face unchanging. "I am involved in anything and everything that will happen to her.
Lucius' eye's narrowed but he accepted the answer and turned to her.
"Well mudblood," Lucius smiled, if the man was capable of one. It wasn't very convincing, "we have much to discuss."