Dance of the Robe by Epequa

Disclaimer: I had that in the first chapter but oh well, uhh everything belongs to JK Rowling and
Disney. I just had the idea to smush them together.

A/N I hope to have a chapter up every two weeks except for around Christmas. If you feel like
questioning my story, plot, or existance, please email me at Gryffindorgrl14@aol.com Thanks.

"How could I have been so stupid?" Hermione said, pacing in her cell. "All I had to do was not go
in their path and we were ok, but no I have to mess it up."
"Is there a Granger, Hermione here?" called a big, stupid guard.
"Last cell," she yelled back, waiting to see what the prat wanted with her.
"I have orders from Master Malfoy to send you up to the high tower." He said, never taking
his eyes of the paper, as if he was giving her last rights or something.
He unlocked her cell and they were off. They went through many hallways and hidden doors
before they came to a room that resembled a pub. All of the crew was in there, drinking butterbeer
and critizing the good side. It was of Hermione's intention to kill everyone of them, but they had
stripped her of her wand once they had captured her.
She was led to a small table in the corner where a young man with silver-blond hair was
sitting. Hermione knew there was something about this man that she remembered.
"Here she is, master," The guard threw her into a seat next to the man.
"Thank you, Goyle," said the man. He had streling bluish-grey eyes that were all too
familiar to Hermione.
"Ahh, we meet again Granger," Draco said. "What? Don't you remember your old schoolmate?
Well, well we've got an interesting predicament here, now don't we?"
Hermione thought it over. It didn't take a genius to figure out that she definately had
the lower hand. Here she was, captive of a death-eater she loathed two years ago and now his
property. Draco was thinking of all the possiblities he could do with Hermione. He could have her
be his mistress, she was quite pretty, or he could give her up to work as a death-eater. But,
instead, he chose the worst job of all, well, for now at least.
"Come with me, Granger," Draco said curtly.
"Why should I?" she said.
"Haven't you figured it out yet. Surely Hermione Granger, the smartest witch in her year
could figure out why she should come." He said mockingly.
"Of course I have, but shouldn't you be taking me to Voldemort? I mean, I have lots of
valueable information about the good side." She said.
"Of course you do," said Draco sarcastically. "But you're not the type that's going to
reveal information easily. So just come with me, trust me."
"How could I trust you?" She said softly.

A/N Ok that was wierd. I promise I'll have more out by Friday. Umm please review. There will be more
information about how Draco got to where he is and lots of new characters. Thanks ;) Epequa