The Internet and Hogwarts Don't Mix, Hermione!

By: Mari Riddle-Potter

(a.k.a. Malfoys_Girlfriend)

Chapter 9:

(This Chapter is Rated R)

Hermione felt awful and was starting to get hungry. She estimated that it was 24 hours since she last ate. She looked around the cell again and thought about how stupid she had been to trust a complete stranger. Had she really been that desperate? One thing was for certain, the old Hermione was back, though not completely. Her cleverness still needed to return. She felt there were a million ways out of this situation but couldn't think of a single one. Just when she was about to plan an escape plan she saw a figure once again emerge from the doorway in the distance. This time it wasn't Mike.

"Granger…" drawled a voice.

"Lucius Malfoy I presume?" she asked.

"Yes indeed. I can see you can recognize the traits of my family," he said with a smirk.

"True. I can see where Draco gets his bastard like attitude," she snapped.

"I advise you to keep your mouth shut. I'm very fond of the Cruciatus Curse."

"Stop with the threats already, they're getting old." Lucius glared at her and opened the cell door. She looked at him quizzically and backed up against the wall.

"No need to back up Granger. I want you to follow me," he said, gesturing her to follow him. Hermione slowly moved towards the door. She gave him one last look and exited. She walked in front of him, his wand poking her back.

"Where are we going?" she questioned as they walked through the hallway she had previously watched from her cell.

"Don't be so curious," he answered. Hermione couldn't see his face but she could tell he was smirking. They walked through the hallways, which were old and they had portraits hanging every few inches. They came to a door that was gold and had a snake with red eyes carved in it. Lucius opened the door and inside was the most beautiful room Hermione had ever seen. It was white all around. The walls were white, the bed sheets were white, and the chairs were white. The only thing that wasn't white was the red fire glowing in the (you guessed it) white fireplace.

"Why did you bring me here?" asked Hermione, turning to face Lucius who still had his wand outstretched.

"This is the room you'll be staying in," he replied simply.

"I thought hostages stayed in the dungeons."

"You're a very special hostage, Granger."

"Why am I so special?" asked Hermione with suspicion.

"Don't you know?" asked Lucius, amused at her questioning.

"The only thing I know I'm here for is to get Harry to come and rescue me."

"If you don't know, I will not tell you."

"Tell me. I have a right to know what you people are going to do to me."

"Here you have no rights. Remember that well." With that Lucius stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Hermione went to try the door knob but, of course, the door was closed. She didn't like what was going on here, not in the least bit. Not that she liked it before she knew she had another purpose, of course.

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Harry, Ron, and Draco were flying over Eves Hollow by 5 in the afternoon. They were quite a sight, flying in leather pants. They had been flying for hours and were starting to get annoyed with the wind messing with their hair and their butts were getting cramped.

"Can we take a break, please? I'm tired and hungry and-"

"SHUT UP RON!" yelled Harry and Draco in unison. They had heard the same thing over and over again. Harry was starting to wish he'd left Ron behind.

"Ok, Ok. Sheesh!" said Ron.

"Check the map, Potter. I think we're here," said Draco.

"Ok, let me see…" said Harry. He unfolded the map and looked at it for a moment, then at the ground.

"You're right," said Harry finally.

"Ok, here's the plan. We have to land a little far from the place so they won't spot us," said Draco.

"Ok. Lets land right here," said Harry and the three of them pointed their brooms downward. They landed in the middle of a forest and looked around.

"Err…Harry?" said Ron.

"If you tell me you're hungry again I'll beat you over the head with my broom," said Harry giving Ron a murderous stare.

"No, it's just that…well…where exactly is the place we're looking for and what does it look like?"

"We don't know Weasley. We haven't seen it yet. It's near, that much I know. We have to get out of the forest and check the map," said Draco.

"I wasn't talking to you," snapped Ron.

"Shut up. Both of you. The way out is that way," said Harry, pointing North. "Are you coming or not?"

Draco and Ron followed Harry through the forest. It didn't take them long to find the end of it, so Draco was right. He was also right that they were close to the place…

"Look! I think this is it!" said Harry. The place looked a lot like Hogwarts. It was an ancient castle made out of a black stone Harry couldn't identify. It had many towers that were so tall they disappeared in the clouds above. They front doors were as tall as two elephants placed one on top of the other. The only thing that this castle had different from Hogwarts was that it had no windows.

"Wait. Let me see the map," said Draco, snatching it from Harry, who was holding it in front of him. In the map it was hard to tell whether the figure that had an X on it was a house or a castle. They now knew that it was a castle. Draco noted that the castle on the map had a snake carved into its front doors. Sure enough, when Draco looked up, the snakes were there, in the same glory as on the map.

"You're right, Potter. We're here," said Draco.

"Well, let's go and rescue Hermione already!" said Ron, walking up to the castle. Draco yanked him back by the back of his shirt.

"We can't just go up there and knock on the door!" hissed Draco.

"True. We'll have to come up with a plan," said Harry.

"Like what? Go in through a window?" asked Ron.

"Weasley, the castle has no windows!" yelled Draco.

"I just thought of a plan!" said Ron.

"Oh Christ help us," said Draco, putting a hand to his forehead.

"We could knock on the door and when they open it, whoever the 'they' are, we'll tell them we are followers of Lord you-Know-Who!" said Ron.

"Potter, hold me back before I kill this mother fucker!" yelled Draco.

"Malfoy, calm down. The lack of food is obviously affecting Ron's brain," said Harry.

"Is not!" said Ron.

"Is too!" said Harry.

"Shut the hell up!" said Draco, gripping his head.

"Malfoy's right, Ron. Shut the hell up," said Harry.

"That went for you too, Potter," said Draco.

"For me? Why?"

"Because you're acting like a five year old," said Draco.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"We are achieving nothing at all by arguing, people!" said Ron.

"Ok, then. Let's think up a plan," said Harry.

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Hermione noted her room had no windows, which was very odd. They probably did that to prevent her from escaping, though they could've just put bars on the windows and let her have a view. She walked over to the fireplace and sat in a chair next to it. She looked into the flames that reminded her so much of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. This made her eyes well up with tears so she focused her mind on something else. At that moment the door opened and Mike came in. He was wearing a grin on his face.

"So, Hermione, do you like you room?" asked Mike, walking over to stand behind her chair.

"Why did you give it to me?" she asked, not turning around to meet his stare.

"Why do you think?" he asked.

"I don't know, but I don't like the looks of it."

"Remember our agreement?" he asked maliciously. At this Hermione bolted up from her chair and turned to face him.

"What do you mean?' she asked nervously, backing up against a wall. He followed her until he was pressed against her body, mouths almost touching.

"You remember what I said I wanted in exchange for you having a place to stay," he said.

"I'm not going to do it," she said trying to push him off but he was too strong.

"Says who?" he said. He started to kiss her while Hermione struggled to free herself. Mike put up a good fight with her until he finally managed to grip her wrists and pin them over her head.

"Let me go!" she yelled, but he held her yet more forcefully. He began kissing her along the neck while she screamed. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her around the waist. He dragged her onto the bed and laid himself on top of her, breathing heavily. Slowly he began to take off her blouse…

To Be Continued (A/N: Evil, aren't I? I am the queen of cliffhangers, which you should know by now. :) Anyways, I want to say that this is both a Harry/Hermione fic and a Draco/Hermione fic. I get lots of people telling me "I'm glad it's a D/H" and "I'm glad it's an H/H" that I don't want to let anybody down. The end of the story WILL be an H/H because I have a sequel I have written called "A Passion for Revenge". It has to be H/H in order for my sequel to work. Funny enough, I wrote the sequel before this story because the sequel was supposed to be the beginning. lol! So now I have to write this story to fit its sequel. And after that sequel there will be another sequel and you'll see why. That's all I'm saying for now. Oh, and I want 30 more reviews before I post again!)