Made of You: Part 2
A/N: Well, this is the second part of the fic. You may be a little confused by
the sudden drastic change in the characters' POV. However, you'll
find out soon enough. As I said before, I'm not definitely making it a
H/Hm fic so anything can happen. Also, I don't own any of these
characters.
As he lay there, he felt bright rays of the morning sun penetrating through the small crack between the purple window drapes. He opened his eyes just the slightest bit, observing his surroundings. At once, he recognized his room. How did I end up back here? The last thing he could remember was indulging himself in a generous amount of alcohol last night at the local bar. That was all. The rest he couldn't remember.
Turning to his right, he suddenly found himself face to face with a woman he had never before seen in his life. Startled, he jumped out of the bed. Realizing too late that he was naked from head to toe, he quickly wrapped a blanket around his lower torso. "Who the hell are you and what do you think you're doing here in my private chambers?!"
Instead of showing any signs of panic or remorse, the woman simply eyed him in an exasperated manner, clucking her tongue softly. "Were you so drunk last night that you even forgot who I am and where met? After all, it was you who propositioned me in the first place. Or have you also forgotten that, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Me?! Propositioning you? Why in the world would I ever do a thing like that? Its not as if I couldn't have any woman I wanted in this bloody country that I have to sink so low as to proposition a mere strumpet like you."
At those words, the strumpet's look of indifference suddenly turned to one of indignation. Standing up, she revealed her voluptuous nude body, unashamed even in the light of day. As she stalked over to the pile of clothing which was hers on the floor, she turned her now cold eyes upon Draco and glared. "You should be asking yourself the same question. After all, I was not the one who begged you for an endless night of abandon. It was the other way around, my friend. And now that my job is done, I expect to receive the right amount of due." Putting on the last bit of her clothing, the raven-haired strumpet strolled over to where Draco was standing and stuck out her palm out expectantly.
"Take whatever the hell you want from my wallet over there and get out of my face. If I ever find you near Malfoy Manor again, there'll be hell to pay for." It was already bad enough to have realized in the morning that he had just had a nice little romp with a common hooker. He didn't need her to stay around any longer for his father to find out what his son had spent the night doing. It wouldn't be a pretty sight. Especially now, since he was already engaged for three months to Pansy Parkinson.
Taking her pay, the strumpet walked to the door. At the threshold, she turned abruptly to face Draco. "By the way, from our little experience last night, it seems as if you haven't had a woman for a while now, have you? Just some word, of advice: next time, try to make it last longer than ten minutes." And with that, she left, slamming the door hard behind her.
"Damn it! " His fist came down hard upon the dresser table, making it tremble. Draco had never been humiliated like this, not really. Aside from degrading himself by spending the night with a common whore, he had just been thoroughly humiliated by her. It was more than he could handle. But somehow, he couldn't seem to remember why he had ended up drunk in the first place. It was unusual for him to drink excessively, but last night, he had been in an especially dark mood after losing money to Crabbe and Goyle, due to a certain unlucky gambling session. I shouldn't have gotten drunk in the first place. What if something worse had happened? What if I ran into them? They would no doubt try to get the information they want from my lips and I would have been helpless to defend myself.
Still lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the knock on his door until a second one resounded. "Yes, what is it?" It was considered early and he wasn't in the mood for any disturbances.
Almost immediately, the voice of his butler, Jones was heard. "Master Draco, it is your father. He wants you in his study. Please be there as soon as possible." With that, Draco heard Jones' footsteps retreat down the hallway.
"Blast! What can be so important that father would want to call me so early in the morning? He better not have found out about last night." And with that, Draco began to dress.
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Striding into his father's study, Draco eyed Lucius Malfoy suspiciously. His father was not used to calling on him so early in the morning. Something had to be afoot. But what? A look of anxiety was apparent on his father's face, an expression hardly, if ever, seen. There was definitely something wrong. Sitting himself in an ottoman, Draco faced his pacing father.
"What is it, father? You look so distressed. Tell me, what has happened."
At these words, Lucius abruptly stopped pacing and faced his son. "Draco, something has happened, something terrible. It seems that Voldemort is more anxious than ever to get rid of Harry Potter. In fact, he's giving me one month total to deliver a live Potter to his doorstep. If not, then the whole Malfoy family will suffer his wrath." Lucius' face looked surprisingly tired and worn. "Son, you are the only one who can help me.
After all, you went to school with Potter. Seven years of co-existing under the same roof with him, you have bound to know some of his secrets."
Draco did not respond. He still could not believe what he had just heard. Voldemort. He hated that name. Even though his father had sworn allegiance to him, Draco had always loathed the dark wizard. He still could not understand why his father had supported him. Despite the fact that the Malfoy family name had been notorious for centuries for its involvement with the Dark Arts, it was never as bad as being involved with Voldemort.
Personally, Draco would do anything to clear his family name up. After all, the reason he became the person he was now was mainly due to Voldemort. He would never forget that. Suddenly, he was engulfed by bitterness.
"Draco, have you heard a word I've said so far? I want you to bring Potter to me. You know him better than any of us, despite the fact that you were his enemy. We all know that he is still residing at Hogwarts along with that no good sidekick of his, Ron Weasley. Since it is impossible to get through the Hogwarts security, I need you to somehow lure him out."
"Yes, father, and how the hell am I supposed to do that? Do you really think that he would come out of Hogwarts because I, his most hated enemy, told him so? You have got to be joking." His voice sounded sarcastic, even to himself.
"No Draco, I am not joking. This is when your knowledge of him will come to use. What does Harry Potter treasure the most in his life, more than life itself, in fact? Think, Draco, think!" The look on Lucius' face turned from anxiety to desperation.
"The question is not what Potter values the most, but who," Draco said tersely. And right now besides Ron Weasley, it'll have to be Hermione Granger. She is, might I say, the love of his life. However…."
"However what, son? If it's Hermione Granger, then I need you to get your hands on her at once and lure Potter to us using her as bait. It's the only way."
"However, during the end of the seventh year, it seems that Potter had broken up with her for no reason. I know he was still in love with her by the look on his face, but I just don't understand why he did something like that."
"What does it matter now? As long as she's the one that can lure him out of his little shelter at Hogwarts, that's all that matters. We're talking about the welfare of the whole Malfoy family here, not just some lame tea party!" Lucius' voice seemed to sound more hysterical every minute.
"I know father, I was trying to recall Granger's whereabouts since the past year. I know that she resides at her wealthy aunt's house in London's West End. She is currently a successful columnist for the London Times."
"Excellent." Lucius' face seemed to relax after hearing what Draco had just said. "All you need to do is now is lure her to us and all's done. Its as easy as that."
"No, father, you're wrong. Hermione Granger is a smart woman. Ever since Hogwarts, she has never trusted or liked me. What makes you think that she'll trust me now, enough to go where I want her to go and do what I want her to do? It's more complicated than that. Much more complicated." Draco's mood darkened as he thought of this. Hermione Granger was not an easy person to fool. "After all, in order to gain someone's trust, one needs effort and a sufficient amount of time."
"Time?! We don't bloody have time!", his father's voice boomed. "If we did, do you think I would need you to do the job?! I don't care how you do it, just get me Granger before the month is out. That's all I care about." And with that, Lucius strode angrily out of the study.
"Yes, father," Draco sneered, "you can always count on your faithful son." Their conversation had left him bitterer than ever. He couldn't help wondering why Voldemort wanted Harry now and so badly too. "I'll be damned if I'm going to play into your little games, Voldemort. By the end of this month, we'll see whose the one that's going to be begging for mercy."
With that, he got up and strolled out of the study. When he reached the hallway, a thought suddenly struck him. Hermione Granger…. With that thought, a smirk suddenly spread over his face. Yes, I think I'll use her after all.
Well guys, what did you think? Ooh, the suspense is building, isn't it? What's Draco going to do to the unsuspecting Hermione? What about Harry? Well, you'll just have to guess until next time. Adios! =P