Defiance till Surrender 5-
"I have nothing to discuss with you," Hermione said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Indeed." Lucius smirked, his eyes moved slowly from her, to the hot coals. Hermione had an itching feeling that he'd really like to kill or hurt her right at that moment. "Is there anything that would convince you?"
Hermione returned his smirk, "What? All you can do is torture me, and I still won't say a word."
"Ah, that is where you are wrong," Lucius said, his eyes lighting up.
That troubled Hermione, the light in his eyes. She narrowed hers at him and studied him carefully as he moved closer to her.
The door opening saved her from what might of been coals or some other painful torture, and a long white blonde haired face peeking in curiously.
"Dad!" Kat cried, spotting Lucius. Lucius blanched, Draco sniggered, and Hermione looked at the girl in surprise.
Draco silently applauded Kat for being the nosey girl she was, saving him from having to stop his father. He watched as she stepped into the room, dressed in cornflower blue dress robes and her hair unpinned, and moved to stand near her Lucius. She had always been ignorant of how her father acted, how he seemed to dislike her and her special attitude, and how she constantly called him 'dad' or 'da' instead of the 'father' he preferred.
Granger, he noted, was looking confused as she glanced from his sister to his father.
"What do you want Kathryn?" Lucius asked.
"You just got home and you didn't tell me?" Kat scolded. "You think you can hide from me- oh Draco!" Kat had spotted Draco and launched herself at him.
"Hey Kat," Draco smiled painfully as she latched herself to his middle.
Kathryn was beaming as she looked up at her brother, but again, she spotted another occupant in the room. "Hey," she said looking at Hermione. "Who's this?"
"Kathryn, leave." Lucius said, taking her by the arm and began pulling her to the door.
"Whats going on?" Kat cried, trying to pull from her dad's grasp. She still kept her silver eyes on Hermione though, who was looking longingly at the door, until she was pushed out of the room and stared at the pattern of the door.
Lucius had a daughter? Hermione thought with shock, better yet, Draco has a sister! she shook her head as she watched the exchange between him and the girl who had been addressed as Kathryn. Kathryn Malfoy. She had never known Draco had a sister, he'd never said anything about it. Of course, they weren't that friendly with each other when they were in school, which was three years ago.
Kathryn resembled both her father and brother in looks, she had the same silver blonde hair, the pale skin, the pointed looks, her eyes were more silver than gray though, and they held intelligence and curiosity when she looked at them. Not the hostile and detached gaze that she was used to seeing.
Hermione's eyes flitted to the door, the girl had left it open when she had came in, and both of the men were occupied with the younger girl...
Her chance at escape, however, was lost as Lucius pushed the girl rather rudely from the room. He rounded on her, his attitude clearly showing he was annoyed and perhaps a bit embarressed by his daughters reaction. He looked as though he was about to say something when the pounding on the doors interrupted.
"Father, Draco Malfoy let me in this instant, I refuse to be put out again!" she heard Kathryn's call. Lucius' look turned murderous, and Draco hid his face as his shoulders shook from suppressed laughter.
"We will continue later," Lucius told Hermione coldly. Hermione glared at him.
Draco stood and moved toward her, but Lucius grabbed his sons arm, stopping him. "Take care of your sister, I don't need her to be involved yet." Lucius told him.
Draco's body tensed, as though he thought of ripping his arm from his grasp and taking Hermione anyways, but he nodded and moved to the doors.
"You come with me," Lucius grinned, grabbing Hermione by the elbow and pulled her rudely out of the room.
"About bloody time!" Kat cried when the door opened. She placed her slender hands on her hips and glared up at her brother. "What's going on?"
"With this attitude, you're going to be beaten," Draco said to his sister holidng a straight face. Lucius pushed passed, Hermione in tow, interrupting them rudely.
"Who is that?" Kat asked, as they passed, her eyes following the girl carefully.
"Don't worry about it," Draco said, closing the meeting rooms door.
"Don't worry about it!" Kat sighed, "That's all I hear from you Drake, don't worry about this, its none of your buisness, its none of your concern, are you trying to push me out of your life?"
"Kat...go to your room before Lucius comes back and decides to punish you."
"That's where I'd be going anyways, what the point?"
"Kat..." Draco warned.
Kathryn threw her hands in the air with defeat, "Fine," she huffed, and stomped away muttering furiously to herself.
He watched her go for a moment, then went in the direction his father had dissapeared to.
*
"This better work," Ron muttered to himself as he poured a cup of glowing blue liquid from a couldron. He'd just broken into a wizards house to use the equipment. His own was waiting for him at the meeting place. A place where he wasn't heading for.
Ron had arrived at Hermione's home, he knew where it was from visiting it over the summer, and found it ransacked. And empty. They had already gotten to her. He knew that she'd be gone, there would be no way she would have been able to fly back and fly to saftey all in one night.
So now he resorted to the plan he had thought up as he made his way to the home. He'd seen it work once, he'd make it work again.
*
The dungeon was dark and wet. Just like in the books, Hermione thought wryly. She noticed many other instruments down there she'd recognized from books and rumors. She even saw some she'd never even heard of, but was sure they'd be proficient in its job.
Lucius had a rather cruel grip on her elbow, and her hand was falling asleep. When she tried to loosen his grip he just tightened and slapped her face cruelly. She stopped.
He stopped her at a nice long row of cells, and took a key off from a hook on the wall.
"You'll enjoy it here," Lucius said, unlocking the cell and opening it. He pushed her inside and closed the door with a metallic clang. He studied her there, standing defiantly, the black robes tattered and worn from her treatment, face streaked with what might of been dirt or blood, and her hair bedraggled. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left the room, tossing the keys on top of a table covered in thumbscrews.
When she was sure he was out of sight and hearing distance, Hermione let herself fall to the ground. The stone floor was cold and rough, and a small pile of hay strewn about was a feeble attempt at padding or bedding. The sound of a leak somewhere lulled her into a stupor.
She was in the Malfoy dungeon. She had two Death Eaters, undoubtly planning her torture session upstairs. Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. She wouldn't talk, they would have to kill her.
"So," a feminine voice cut into her. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the young Malfoy. "Why does my dad want you locked in the dungeon?"
Hermione didn't answer. Despite her obvious attitude difference, and Lucius' obvious dislike, she was still a Malfoy. She was still the enemy.
Kathryn must have concluded that as well when Hermione didn't answer. She tilted her head to the side, studying the girl with a closed off expression that was famous in the Malfoy family. "I should have known you wouldn't talk to me," a small smile touched the girls lips. "You're a muggle aren't you, dad doesn't like muggles, that's why he'd lock you up in here."
Again, no answer.
"Well, if you were a muggle you'd already be dead. And I see your wearing robes, wizard ones. Mudblood?"
Hermione couldn't help it, she blinked. That word always affronted her, a taunt that Malfoy had used often in their school years.
"I see." Kathryn said.
"You are a Death Eater?" Hermione asked, not expecting the truth.
"No," Kathryn said, she saw Hermione's doubtfull expression. "Why would it matter if you would not believe me? But I will tell you that I am to be one soon."
"Exciting." Hermione said bitterly. "And not at all surprising."
Kathryn didn't take it as an insult that it was ment to be. "Its in a few weeks,"
"Thrilling."
It was quiet. Each girl staring at one another, it was a sight, to see the two in the dim light down in the dungeons. Hermions bedraggled state, her dark hair and eyes contrasted with Kathryn's well kempt robes, silver blonde hair and silver eyes piercing each other with their gaze.
"I need to go before someone finds me," Kathryn said finally, talking as though she and Hermione were friends.
"Goodbye," Hermione said, rather rudely.
Kat nodded, and hurried out of sight.
Hermione felt suddenly even colder and more alone.
"I have nothing to discuss with you," Hermione said, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Indeed." Lucius smirked, his eyes moved slowly from her, to the hot coals. Hermione had an itching feeling that he'd really like to kill or hurt her right at that moment. "Is there anything that would convince you?"
Hermione returned his smirk, "What? All you can do is torture me, and I still won't say a word."
"Ah, that is where you are wrong," Lucius said, his eyes lighting up.
That troubled Hermione, the light in his eyes. She narrowed hers at him and studied him carefully as he moved closer to her.
The door opening saved her from what might of been coals or some other painful torture, and a long white blonde haired face peeking in curiously.
"Dad!" Kat cried, spotting Lucius. Lucius blanched, Draco sniggered, and Hermione looked at the girl in surprise.
Draco silently applauded Kat for being the nosey girl she was, saving him from having to stop his father. He watched as she stepped into the room, dressed in cornflower blue dress robes and her hair unpinned, and moved to stand near her Lucius. She had always been ignorant of how her father acted, how he seemed to dislike her and her special attitude, and how she constantly called him 'dad' or 'da' instead of the 'father' he preferred.
Granger, he noted, was looking confused as she glanced from his sister to his father.
"What do you want Kathryn?" Lucius asked.
"You just got home and you didn't tell me?" Kat scolded. "You think you can hide from me- oh Draco!" Kat had spotted Draco and launched herself at him.
"Hey Kat," Draco smiled painfully as she latched herself to his middle.
Kathryn was beaming as she looked up at her brother, but again, she spotted another occupant in the room. "Hey," she said looking at Hermione. "Who's this?"
"Kathryn, leave." Lucius said, taking her by the arm and began pulling her to the door.
"Whats going on?" Kat cried, trying to pull from her dad's grasp. She still kept her silver eyes on Hermione though, who was looking longingly at the door, until she was pushed out of the room and stared at the pattern of the door.
Lucius had a daughter? Hermione thought with shock, better yet, Draco has a sister! she shook her head as she watched the exchange between him and the girl who had been addressed as Kathryn. Kathryn Malfoy. She had never known Draco had a sister, he'd never said anything about it. Of course, they weren't that friendly with each other when they were in school, which was three years ago.
Kathryn resembled both her father and brother in looks, she had the same silver blonde hair, the pale skin, the pointed looks, her eyes were more silver than gray though, and they held intelligence and curiosity when she looked at them. Not the hostile and detached gaze that she was used to seeing.
Hermione's eyes flitted to the door, the girl had left it open when she had came in, and both of the men were occupied with the younger girl...
Her chance at escape, however, was lost as Lucius pushed the girl rather rudely from the room. He rounded on her, his attitude clearly showing he was annoyed and perhaps a bit embarressed by his daughters reaction. He looked as though he was about to say something when the pounding on the doors interrupted.
"Father, Draco Malfoy let me in this instant, I refuse to be put out again!" she heard Kathryn's call. Lucius' look turned murderous, and Draco hid his face as his shoulders shook from suppressed laughter.
"We will continue later," Lucius told Hermione coldly. Hermione glared at him.
Draco stood and moved toward her, but Lucius grabbed his sons arm, stopping him. "Take care of your sister, I don't need her to be involved yet." Lucius told him.
Draco's body tensed, as though he thought of ripping his arm from his grasp and taking Hermione anyways, but he nodded and moved to the doors.
"You come with me," Lucius grinned, grabbing Hermione by the elbow and pulled her rudely out of the room.
"About bloody time!" Kat cried when the door opened. She placed her slender hands on her hips and glared up at her brother. "What's going on?"
"With this attitude, you're going to be beaten," Draco said to his sister holidng a straight face. Lucius pushed passed, Hermione in tow, interrupting them rudely.
"Who is that?" Kat asked, as they passed, her eyes following the girl carefully.
"Don't worry about it," Draco said, closing the meeting rooms door.
"Don't worry about it!" Kat sighed, "That's all I hear from you Drake, don't worry about this, its none of your buisness, its none of your concern, are you trying to push me out of your life?"
"Kat...go to your room before Lucius comes back and decides to punish you."
"That's where I'd be going anyways, what the point?"
"Kat..." Draco warned.
Kathryn threw her hands in the air with defeat, "Fine," she huffed, and stomped away muttering furiously to herself.
He watched her go for a moment, then went in the direction his father had dissapeared to.
*
"This better work," Ron muttered to himself as he poured a cup of glowing blue liquid from a couldron. He'd just broken into a wizards house to use the equipment. His own was waiting for him at the meeting place. A place where he wasn't heading for.
Ron had arrived at Hermione's home, he knew where it was from visiting it over the summer, and found it ransacked. And empty. They had already gotten to her. He knew that she'd be gone, there would be no way she would have been able to fly back and fly to saftey all in one night.
So now he resorted to the plan he had thought up as he made his way to the home. He'd seen it work once, he'd make it work again.
*
The dungeon was dark and wet. Just like in the books, Hermione thought wryly. She noticed many other instruments down there she'd recognized from books and rumors. She even saw some she'd never even heard of, but was sure they'd be proficient in its job.
Lucius had a rather cruel grip on her elbow, and her hand was falling asleep. When she tried to loosen his grip he just tightened and slapped her face cruelly. She stopped.
He stopped her at a nice long row of cells, and took a key off from a hook on the wall.
"You'll enjoy it here," Lucius said, unlocking the cell and opening it. He pushed her inside and closed the door with a metallic clang. He studied her there, standing defiantly, the black robes tattered and worn from her treatment, face streaked with what might of been dirt or blood, and her hair bedraggled. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left the room, tossing the keys on top of a table covered in thumbscrews.
When she was sure he was out of sight and hearing distance, Hermione let herself fall to the ground. The stone floor was cold and rough, and a small pile of hay strewn about was a feeble attempt at padding or bedding. The sound of a leak somewhere lulled her into a stupor.
She was in the Malfoy dungeon. She had two Death Eaters, undoubtly planning her torture session upstairs. Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. She wouldn't talk, they would have to kill her.
"So," a feminine voice cut into her. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at the young Malfoy. "Why does my dad want you locked in the dungeon?"
Hermione didn't answer. Despite her obvious attitude difference, and Lucius' obvious dislike, she was still a Malfoy. She was still the enemy.
Kathryn must have concluded that as well when Hermione didn't answer. She tilted her head to the side, studying the girl with a closed off expression that was famous in the Malfoy family. "I should have known you wouldn't talk to me," a small smile touched the girls lips. "You're a muggle aren't you, dad doesn't like muggles, that's why he'd lock you up in here."
Again, no answer.
"Well, if you were a muggle you'd already be dead. And I see your wearing robes, wizard ones. Mudblood?"
Hermione couldn't help it, she blinked. That word always affronted her, a taunt that Malfoy had used often in their school years.
"I see." Kathryn said.
"You are a Death Eater?" Hermione asked, not expecting the truth.
"No," Kathryn said, she saw Hermione's doubtfull expression. "Why would it matter if you would not believe me? But I will tell you that I am to be one soon."
"Exciting." Hermione said bitterly. "And not at all surprising."
Kathryn didn't take it as an insult that it was ment to be. "Its in a few weeks,"
"Thrilling."
It was quiet. Each girl staring at one another, it was a sight, to see the two in the dim light down in the dungeons. Hermions bedraggled state, her dark hair and eyes contrasted with Kathryn's well kempt robes, silver blonde hair and silver eyes piercing each other with their gaze.
"I need to go before someone finds me," Kathryn said finally, talking as though she and Hermione were friends.
"Goodbye," Hermione said, rather rudely.
Kat nodded, and hurried out of sight.
Hermione felt suddenly even colder and more alone.