To Love Thine Enemy --- ° The shield of Hate °
By °Miasma°
AN: Note : within the story acts as italics. ' is the beginning of a thought.
Hermione's breath nearly stilled, her heart thumping like a sledgehammer within a metal case. The door continued to open, and a shaft of light emerged from the gloom. Draco Malfoy ambled into the room, his sharp eyes glancing around the room. He smirked as he caught sight of Hermione.
"What're you doing out of bed, Hermione?" he asked, mockery apparent in his tone, "not too hard for you I hope?"
Hermione glared at him, "No, more like too tall," she retorted, realizing how stupid that sounded once it came from her lips, but then again, it was true.
Draco arched an eyebrow, "Too tall? There's one complaint I wasn't expecting..."
Hermione grumbled, choosing not to answer, "Why the hell am I here?"
Draco smirked and stepped closer, "Because the master needs your little Potter to be on our side, otherwise, we could be seriously handicapped. Potter did indeed grow up to become a good little wizard. The only way we could get him to stay with us was by threatening to kill you. After little Ronnyikins's death, Harry couldn't bare the thought of losing you as well."
Hermione lunged at him, forgetting her injury, her left leg collapsed under the extra weight and she lay sprawled on the floor. "I meant what I said about your damn bed, it's too tall..." she whispered, gasping for breath ' What a stupid thing to say! ' she scolded herself mentally.
Draco blinked and then regained his cool attitude, "What the hell did you do to yourself?" he picked her up easily and sat her down on the bed, rather gently. Hermione glanced up into his eyes, for a moment she thought she saw a flicker of kindness...pity? To Hermione's distaste, Draco didn't pull away, instead he whispered, "Damaging yourself on our furniture now, eh Granger? Keep yourself out of trouble, the windows are sealed with magic as well as steal bars, the door has a magic lock, and I am the only keeper of the key." they shared eye contact for a few moments before Hermione turned away.
"You're suck a twisted bastard!" she whispered furiously, "where is Harry?!"
Draco rolled his eyes, "I'm hurt, Hermione I really am. Don't you worry about Harry, just behave and I'll make sure he stays alive..."
Hermione glared at him, "Behave?!"
Draco nodded, "Stay in bed like a good little invalid and I'll bring you some interesting magic books to read, I doubt Potter would want you to tear a muscle."
Hermione growled as Draco patted her on the head and strolled out, locking the door behind him. Hot tears of humiliation rolled down Hermione's cheeks, this was all just too much. Her stomach ached, not just because of the lack of food, but because of the fact that she missed Ron and Harry so much. "Ron..." Hermione groaned, leaning over one side of the bed, her body rejected all she had left in her and rolled back over, falling asleep...
-/-
Hermione blinked, someone was humming next to her ear. She sat up quickly and glanced around, a small elf girl stood staring at her with wide sapphire eyes.
"Er-'ello m'lady, my name's Anna, 'een 'old to keep charge of your room, you 'ad a bit 'f an accident I see," she said, motioning to Hermione's previous night's dinner. Hermione moaned and turned over.
"I'm Hermione Granger, Malfoy kidnapped me from Hogwarts to keep Harry in check. What are you doing here, may I ask?" Hermione questioned, growing more furious with Malfoy with each word.
"Oh-I'm a servant, the dark 'ord 'prisoned my people, so he 'old some of us off, me to the 'alfoy's, " Anna explained, "you don't mean...'arry Potter? Do you miss?"
Hermione rolled over to look at her and nodded, "He's my best friend...Malfoy's got him, I hate Malfoy!"
Anna's eyes widened, "Oh my, we're in for it then, if 'arry Potter's been 'aptured, what 'ope is there for the rest of us?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "There's plenty of hope Anna! You just come and talk to me some times all right? Make an excuse, like I threw up again or something. We need to find a way out of this place. In the mean time I will "be a good little invalid" and get those magic books Malfoy promised, though I hate to take them from him."
Anna sighed, " That Draco is something else, cruel he is, wicked gleam in 'is eye, but...he seems to like you well 'nough, miss,"
Hermione blinked, "Draco? Like me? We've been enemies all throughout Hogwarts and he recently killed my boyfriend, Ron, or at least he had some part in it. I'll never forgive him."
Anna nodded in agreement, "He's a regular 'astard that one. Watch it miss; speak careful to him, otherwise he might get nasty on you. Better to play it safe, for you and an' Harry both."
Hermione smiled grimly at Anna, "You're right...by the way, did they, perchance, tell you to bring me anything to eat? I just spit up the contents of my stomach. I don't mean to be a bother."
Anna grinned, "Course they did miss! Though you are a prisoner, they seem to be out doing themselves with the food, makes me 'ungry just lookin' at it!" Anna scurried over carrying an overloaded tray.
"Come and eat with me Anna, we're going to be friends, right?" Hermione said, patting a place beside her on the bed.
Anna's face blanched, "But what if Draco was to come in and see us miss?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "If he does I'll say I wanted you to wait until I was done eating to clear it away, he can't blame you."
"Thank you miss!" Anna exclaimed biting into a honey-glazed bun. Hermione only ate a few crumbs here and there; she didn't have much of an appetite these days. Anna wolfed down most of the food by herself. "Oh-oh know, I'm sorry miss, there's still a roll if you'd like it!"
Hermione shook her head, "Go on and eat it Anna, I'm fine,"
Anna chuckled, "I stuffed my face, I'll leave it 'ere for you then, miss?"
Hermione nodded and lay back down on her bed. ' I wonder what time it is? ' she thought, glancing around the room, finding a large grandfather clock in one corner she saw that it was 4 pm in the afternoon, of which day she wasn't certain. Hermione shifted, the thigh was beginning to bother her again. She'd have to ask Draco for a healing potion, even if it killed her to do it, because otherwise it seemed this leg would heal wrong.
The sterling doorknob turned again, and in strode Draco. "Greetings, oh one-legged creature, how're you doing? Have you been good?"
Hermione snorted, "I've stayed in bed if that is what you mean, but I did throw up all over the rug, an elf girl cleaned it up."
Draco grimaced, "I needed to know that, anyway, I brought you some books I thought you'd like to study. I also thought I'd heal up your leg, seeing as it's all mangled, gees, I don't know how you could go that much damage to a leg with a bed of all things." He touched his wand to Hermione's left thigh and immediately the constant throbbing ceased.
"Thank you..." Hermione grumbled, accepting three well-worn books.
"I think I'll take this," Draco smirked, grabbing the honey glazed bun and stuffing it in his mouth. Hermione threw the tray at him. He ducked and it just missed him. "You missed, Granger,"
"They're from our libraries, well, see you later, do rest up, Harry is worried." Draco sneered, turning and heading out the door.
"He's so-odd" Hermione stated, staring blankly after him. Hermione glanced down at the books Draco had given her, 'Magical Studies of The Dark Arts', 'Biblical Magic' and 'How to Obtain Magic from Others'. Hermione rolled her eyes, how like the Malfoys, to have all books about black magic and such. Hermione read the back cover of 'Biblical Magic'; it seemed the only book vaguely interesting.
Honestly people have been hoodwinked for years, poor muggles don't know what hit them. They feel intrigued to give themselves up to a higher power. It's time that this stopped and we all learned the truth about the bible. No! That was a fire set by the malicious Joseph of....
By °Miasma°
AN: Note : within the story acts as italics. ' is the beginning of a thought.
Hermione's breath nearly stilled, her heart thumping like a sledgehammer within a metal case. The door continued to open, and a shaft of light emerged from the gloom. Draco Malfoy ambled into the room, his sharp eyes glancing around the room. He smirked as he caught sight of Hermione.
"What're you doing out of bed, Hermione?" he asked, mockery apparent in his tone, "not too hard for you I hope?"
Hermione glared at him, "No, more like too tall," she retorted, realizing how stupid that sounded once it came from her lips, but then again, it was true.
Draco arched an eyebrow, "Too tall? There's one complaint I wasn't expecting..."
Hermione grumbled, choosing not to answer, "Why the hell am I here?"
Draco smirked and stepped closer, "Because the master needs your little Potter to be on our side, otherwise, we could be seriously handicapped. Potter did indeed grow up to become a good little wizard. The only way we could get him to stay with us was by threatening to kill you. After little Ronnyikins's death, Harry couldn't bare the thought of losing you as well."
Hermione lunged at him, forgetting her injury, her left leg collapsed under the extra weight and she lay sprawled on the floor. "I meant what I said about your damn bed, it's too tall..." she whispered, gasping for breath ' What a stupid thing to say! ' she scolded herself mentally.
Draco blinked and then regained his cool attitude, "What the hell did you do to yourself?" he picked her up easily and sat her down on the bed, rather gently. Hermione glanced up into his eyes, for a moment she thought she saw a flicker of kindness...pity? To Hermione's distaste, Draco didn't pull away, instead he whispered, "Damaging yourself on our furniture now, eh Granger? Keep yourself out of trouble, the windows are sealed with magic as well as steal bars, the door has a magic lock, and I am the only keeper of the key." they shared eye contact for a few moments before Hermione turned away.
"You're suck a twisted bastard!" she whispered furiously, "where is Harry?!"
Draco rolled his eyes, "I'm hurt, Hermione I really am. Don't you worry about Harry, just behave and I'll make sure he stays alive..."
Hermione glared at him, "Behave?!"
Draco nodded, "Stay in bed like a good little invalid and I'll bring you some interesting magic books to read, I doubt Potter would want you to tear a muscle."
Hermione growled as Draco patted her on the head and strolled out, locking the door behind him. Hot tears of humiliation rolled down Hermione's cheeks, this was all just too much. Her stomach ached, not just because of the lack of food, but because of the fact that she missed Ron and Harry so much. "Ron..." Hermione groaned, leaning over one side of the bed, her body rejected all she had left in her and rolled back over, falling asleep...
-/-
Hermione blinked, someone was humming next to her ear. She sat up quickly and glanced around, a small elf girl stood staring at her with wide sapphire eyes.
"Er-'ello m'lady, my name's Anna, 'een 'old to keep charge of your room, you 'ad a bit 'f an accident I see," she said, motioning to Hermione's previous night's dinner. Hermione moaned and turned over.
"I'm Hermione Granger, Malfoy kidnapped me from Hogwarts to keep Harry in check. What are you doing here, may I ask?" Hermione questioned, growing more furious with Malfoy with each word.
"Oh-I'm a servant, the dark 'ord 'prisoned my people, so he 'old some of us off, me to the 'alfoy's, " Anna explained, "you don't mean...'arry Potter? Do you miss?"
Hermione rolled over to look at her and nodded, "He's my best friend...Malfoy's got him, I hate Malfoy!"
Anna's eyes widened, "Oh my, we're in for it then, if 'arry Potter's been 'aptured, what 'ope is there for the rest of us?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "There's plenty of hope Anna! You just come and talk to me some times all right? Make an excuse, like I threw up again or something. We need to find a way out of this place. In the mean time I will "be a good little invalid" and get those magic books Malfoy promised, though I hate to take them from him."
Anna sighed, " That Draco is something else, cruel he is, wicked gleam in 'is eye, but...he seems to like you well 'nough, miss,"
Hermione blinked, "Draco? Like me? We've been enemies all throughout Hogwarts and he recently killed my boyfriend, Ron, or at least he had some part in it. I'll never forgive him."
Anna nodded in agreement, "He's a regular 'astard that one. Watch it miss; speak careful to him, otherwise he might get nasty on you. Better to play it safe, for you and an' Harry both."
Hermione smiled grimly at Anna, "You're right...by the way, did they, perchance, tell you to bring me anything to eat? I just spit up the contents of my stomach. I don't mean to be a bother."
Anna grinned, "Course they did miss! Though you are a prisoner, they seem to be out doing themselves with the food, makes me 'ungry just lookin' at it!" Anna scurried over carrying an overloaded tray.
"Come and eat with me Anna, we're going to be friends, right?" Hermione said, patting a place beside her on the bed.
Anna's face blanched, "But what if Draco was to come in and see us miss?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "If he does I'll say I wanted you to wait until I was done eating to clear it away, he can't blame you."
"Thank you miss!" Anna exclaimed biting into a honey-glazed bun. Hermione only ate a few crumbs here and there; she didn't have much of an appetite these days. Anna wolfed down most of the food by herself. "Oh-oh know, I'm sorry miss, there's still a roll if you'd like it!"
Hermione shook her head, "Go on and eat it Anna, I'm fine,"
Anna chuckled, "I stuffed my face, I'll leave it 'ere for you then, miss?"
Hermione nodded and lay back down on her bed. ' I wonder what time it is? ' she thought, glancing around the room, finding a large grandfather clock in one corner she saw that it was 4 pm in the afternoon, of which day she wasn't certain. Hermione shifted, the thigh was beginning to bother her again. She'd have to ask Draco for a healing potion, even if it killed her to do it, because otherwise it seemed this leg would heal wrong.
The sterling doorknob turned again, and in strode Draco. "Greetings, oh one-legged creature, how're you doing? Have you been good?"
Hermione snorted, "I've stayed in bed if that is what you mean, but I did throw up all over the rug, an elf girl cleaned it up."
Draco grimaced, "I needed to know that, anyway, I brought you some books I thought you'd like to study. I also thought I'd heal up your leg, seeing as it's all mangled, gees, I don't know how you could go that much damage to a leg with a bed of all things." He touched his wand to Hermione's left thigh and immediately the constant throbbing ceased.
"Thank you..." Hermione grumbled, accepting three well-worn books.
"I think I'll take this," Draco smirked, grabbing the honey glazed bun and stuffing it in his mouth. Hermione threw the tray at him. He ducked and it just missed him. "You missed, Granger,"
"They're from our libraries, well, see you later, do rest up, Harry is worried." Draco sneered, turning and heading out the door.
"He's so-odd" Hermione stated, staring blankly after him. Hermione glanced down at the books Draco had given her, 'Magical Studies of The Dark Arts', 'Biblical Magic' and 'How to Obtain Magic from Others'. Hermione rolled her eyes, how like the Malfoys, to have all books about black magic and such. Hermione read the back cover of 'Biblical Magic'; it seemed the only book vaguely interesting.
Honestly people have been hoodwinked for years, poor muggles don't know what hit them. They feel intrigued to give themselves up to a higher power. It's time that this stopped and we all learned the truth about the bible. No! That was a fire set by the malicious Joseph of....