Hey guys! I feel really bad this time, but I have been so busy. I hope you guys are doing fine and I hope you like this chapter. If you finish this and want to read some good Draco/Hermione stories check out these: Perished Dreams by Thea and Never is a Promise by LoPotter. They are really good original plot lines, but before you hurry off to read them, here's chapter 19. Thanks, Epequa ;)

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Chapter 19 - Bagatelle

A plan, the plan, or rather, their plan. A plan only two great minds could come up with. Like Galileo and Mozart, Einstein and Curie, or in our case, Draco and Hermione.

With Lucius dead, it was going to be harder than either of them knew to go fourth with the beginning of their plan. They had to intrigue Voldemort and his court to draw the attention away from the other. Therefore that person could prepare the floo powder in, hopefully, a vacant room. Then the one still with Voldemort was to stun him and to find a way out to the room, if they could find it. So it wasn't the most brilliant plan, but it was better than nothing. There were so many things that could go wrong. Hermione took it upon herself to intrigue Voldemort while Draco was to start the fire. There were only two problems. Little hint: One contained one dragon's heart string, was 9 ½ inches long, and was made of cherry wood; Draco's wand. The other contained one phoenix tail feather, was 11 3/4 inches long, and made of pine; Hermione's wand

Hermione hadn't seen hers since they took it from her when she was captured. Draco's had been taken away the day before. They both sat in their side-by-side cells, thinking of a way to get it.

"We could…no," muttered Draco. "Or we could…no that wouldn't work either." A Dementor silently floated by and he kept pacing, "I've got it! We could…no…"

"Just say it why don't you." Said Hermione irritably. She sat and ran her hands through her hair, trying to remember everything. "Why didn't I see it before?" she said, smacking herself on the head.

"What?" asked Draco excitedly.

"Draco, did you ever learn how to become an animagus?"

"Of course, I think Crabbe and Goyle were the only ones who didn't." He said, finally catching her drift. "What do you become?"

"A Siamese cat, McGonagall was so excited. My mark is a square patch instead of an oval one. You?" she questioned, looking intently into his silver eyes.

"I'm not proud of it, but a snake." He said. "We need to go now while there are no Dementors around."

"Good idea," she said, she quickly transformed as his body deformed it self into a snake. Once out of the dungeons, they ran to the trophy room. Where all the wands were kept. Draco broke the glass, not caring about the consequences, and they both took out their wands. They hid them securely and allowed themselves to be captured once again.

As they had planned, Hermione's trial was to take place first, and Draco was forced to watch. All the death-eaters crowded around her and Voldemort to watch.

"Yet again, mudblood, you have befuddled my guards again." Said Voldemort, obviously in deep thought. "How do you do it?" His temper was already boiling from the two mishaps.

Hermione stayed silent. Voldemort lost it. "Answer me!" he shouted and he took out his wand. "Imperio!"

Hermione was hit and flung backwards. The death-eaters were enraptured by their master's prowess and Draco knew it was time to flee. He slid out of the room, his shadow not even making a sound. He sprinted towards the stairs and lit the fire in an old classroom on the second floor. He then crept back towards the Great Hall where he could see what was happening.

Meanwhile, Hermione's brain was fighting.

'Just explain what you did' the first voice said.

'No' said a small voice.

'Go on' the first voice urged.

'No, you'll endanger yourself' said the second smartly.

'Take the easy way out' that stupid first voice would not go away.

'No pull out your wand and stun him' Hermione knew the second was right. She stood up, completely defeating the curse, and stared into the scarlet slits that were Voldemort's eyes.

"You're not as smart as you think," she retorted. She whipped out her wand, "Stupefy!" It hit Voldemort dead on. Unfortunately, the death-eaters were unusually quick, and they caught her.

There Draco stood, torn between love and freedom. He knew which one was better, but he also knew which one he could pull off. He had about 5 seconds to decide on his path.

A/N: I really liked that chapter for some reason. Toni-I hope you're happy, I plan to try and do useless information more often. Please review and love, tons of love and glitter, lots of glitter to my reviewers. Well, please don't flame me for this but can I ask for five reviews till the next chapter? I'll try not to do it that often, but right now my reviews keep me sane. Well, there's some more useless information to send you and your way. Thanks, Epequa ;)