Cell Mates – By CrazzieAddict06 (Shadow)

Author's note: Much apologies, i know i haven't written in ages....horrible slum caused by a slum of major depression then directly followed by a high of happiness and more distractions. . .so MUCH APOLOGIES!!! I missed writing this fic. . .this MIGHT be the closing/last chapter but im not sure, probably not, i will probably have an epilouge or something similar. Oh yeah and disclaimer: the characters belong to JK Rowling, the plot of this fic belongs to me.

When U Left Off:

RON WAS IN TURMOIL AND UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF VOLDEMORTS POWERS:

Voldemort smiled evilly as he took out a small yet prescise knife and held it to his wife's throat "LAVENDER!!!" he shouted. She cast him a pleading look, filled with love, sadness and sorrow. "Don't! Please don't kill her or my daughter!" he begged the dark Lord.

He loosened the pressure on Lavender's neck and looked directly at Ron sending chills down his spine "Then you will do exactly what I say, and do it exactly how I ask. . ."

AND NARCISSA MET A STRANGE MAN WHO KNEW HER NAME IN BEAUX SQUARE, IN FRANCE.

She crossed her fingers, hoping she did the right thing. She very well may just be doomed to spend her life all alone. All of a sudden she felt somebody tap her on the shoulder and an attractive male voice asked "Excuse me, but are you Narcissa Malfoy?"

Chapter 13: Where Do We Go From Here?

Narcissa looked up at the attractive dusty blond haired wizard who was standing above her. He was holding several books. "Yes I am Narcissa Black" she said proudly. Maybe she thought I shouldn't have told him my real name, he could be one of Voldemort's spies. She mentally kicked herself in the arse.

"Remus Lupin" he said, holding out a hand to help her up. Shocked, Narcissa allowed herself to be helped.

"Remus Lupin? From Hogwarts?" she laughed in relief that it wasn't a spy, and that he wasn't all that bad looking. Narcissa had always thought of Lupin as a nice man, although in Hogwarts, and being a Slytherin, those words were never spoken aloud. Plus, she was also relieved to find someone who knew how to speak a language other than French. "So What brings you to France, Lupin?" she asked

"I work for the Order. Your son informed us, discretely, mind you, that he heard you were in danger." Said Lupin coolly.

"My Son? Ask the Order for help?" said Narcissa, disbelievingly.

Remus shrugged "Apparently so. We went to the manor to search for you and we found the body of your husband along with the little note you left."

Narcissa eyed him up and down "And how did you know I'd be here?"

"I didn't. I was actually going to do a presentation at Beauxbatons school. . .but there are people looking for you in England."

"So you know the whole story?" said Narcissa, unsure of how much he really knew.

"No, but I'm hoping you'll tell me. Would you be willing to cooperate with the order?" said Remus, looking directly into her light eyes.

Narcissa thought about this more a moment, it would be going against everything she had been taught as an adolescent. It would totally contradict the lovely "Evil, conniving, untrustworthy, coldhearted death-eater's wife and frigid bitch" image that she had been molded into. But then again. . .she was no longer 16, she had just killed her husband and was on the run from the Dark Lord and whatever minions he may send forth. Where else could she turn? Looking up at Remus, Narcissa finally nodded and whispered "yes"

Remus smiled widely "good, then I shall take you back to the headquarters as soon as my presentation at Beauxbatons is concluded, sound good?"

"Yes, that will be fine, thank you."

Remus shuffled his feet a bit, as he rearranged the books in his hands "I was just about to head to Pierre's for a little bite to eat, would you care to join me?" He asked the pretty blond haired woman. "But if its too forward of me to ask that I understand. . .I don't want to get on your bad side or anything, you might kill me." She cast him an cold glare, so he responded nervously "Right, out with the manslaughter jokes."

Narcissa laughed, "However I'd like to dine with you. I just realized for the first time how hungry I really am" Which was true, she hadn't noticed that the last time she ate was the day she left. Plus, it was awfully lonely, some company could do her good.

Meanwhile Ron was tango-ing with the Dark Lord (figuratively speaking)

Ron looked upon the evil man who threatened to tear apart his family. . ."What do you ask of me, Master?" he replied with much false respect. But perhaps if he sucked up he'd get away with a lighter punishment. He watched Lavender, scared and curled up in the corner clutching Rachel to her heart. Ron longed to be over there with them, but he must stay strong and fight for the family. He never really had to be the strong one before, that had always been Harry's job in school . . .but Harry wasn't here to save them all. It was just Ron. . .and right now Ron would do anything to save his family.

"Kill Draco Malfoy, boy. Anyway you wish, kill him."

Ron nearly laughed, "I have wanted to kill him ever since my school days, sir" he replied

"That is not all, you unworthy Weasley. You must kill Hermione Granger. . .and if they both aren't dead by tonight, you're wife will be. And if you screw things up so much, you will never see your baby girl again." Voldemort laughed shrilly, as if there was something extremely amusing about this all. Ron was shivering "You. . .you want me to kill 'Mione?"

Voldemort laughed again and Ron murmured "Honestly, will you quit that laugh, its not funny"

The serpent like man stopped abruptly, "Kill your precious 'Mione and her lover Draco or this will be the last time you ever see your wife!!!!" Voldemort really did have a horrible screech of a voice.

Ron gulped trying to take in the task at hand. . .he couldn't bear to loose Lavender and their daughter. But killing Hermione was a bit drastic, he looked one more time over at Lavender and realized there were some sacrifices he'd have to make for true love. "Fine, your wish is my command. How shall I do it?"

Lavender looked relieved yet still tense under the pressure she had unwillingly put her husband through. She watched as he mustered up courage to try and appear brave. The dark lord responded "Anyway you want, drown the little suckers, pierce their hearts with swords of fire. . .whatever it takes, just get it done!"

Gulping again, Ron nodded. "I'm glad we see things eye to eye" shrieked the Dark Lord "And remember, if you fail . . .you'll never see you, your wife or you precious daughter again! Now leave!!" Running over to Lavender and Rachel, he kissed them goodbye and promised he'd return then he sprinted off away from Voldemort.

California

Hermione and Draco had ate mostly in silence that night except for the occasional "Pass the salt, mud blood" and other childish remarks on Draco's part. But every now and then Hermione would glance at Draco, their eyes would meet and then they'd both smile softly. It didn't' make sense anymore, nothing did.

Now the two were sitting in the hotel room, Draco was busying him self by throwing a pair of socks at the wall, while Hermione had her nose buried in a book. Both wanted to speak to each other, but they didn't know how.

"Draco?" asked Hermione, who had managed to distract her attention from the novel "Did last night mean anything at all?"

"No" said Draco without looking up at her. Draco couldn't bear to look at her, because truth was he did feel that it meant something. They were drunk, sure. . .but it meant something in the fact that he didn't mind that he had done it afterwards. And the only thing he regretted was singing Lady Marmalade.

He looked over his shoulder as Hermione turned away, somewhat saddened. For once, he felt a pang of guilt in his heart. . .she had every right to know that he didn't regret it, and that it meant something. . .just any little thing. After a few moments of silence, Draco ceased throwing the sock "I lied" Hermione looked up, slightly bewildered, as Draco continued to speak: "It did mean something."

It didn't take a English professor to read the expression of surprise on Hermione's face. . ."Excuse me?"

Draco now turned a slight shade of pink "I uh. . . I don't regret it. I don't regret last night."

"Oh. Well uh. . .thank you." She still said, a little unsurely.

"I figure that we at least have to try and stay together and not kill each other horribly. My mum is out there probably running for her life just as we are. . .we can't afford to let stupidity and childish games get in the way."

"Sudden and belated realization of reality, courtesy of Draco Malfoy" replied Hermione sarcastically.

"Oh sod off. .. " he said sourly as he tried to figure out how to work the 'telebision'.

Hermione laughed "Here, let the stupid Mud blood help you." She said, as she showed him how to use the remote control and explain to him how the contraption worked. They spent the next few hours watching TV, and laughing over the comedy shows. . .then they watched a series of sad lovesick movies that nearly made Draco hide back tears. It was nearly one o'clock in the morning, and apparently Draco did not want to go to sleep until he completed the "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" marathon. For a muggle hater, he was a pretty serious TV addict. Not liking "Queer Eye" Hermione soon feel asleep, collapsing on Draco's shoulder. Draco noting the heavy weight that fell on his side, smiled contently and continued to watch his show. Soon, during a commercial break, he dozed off falling asleep on the couch next to Hermione.

Morning

"Good morning!" said Hermione brightly as she whacked Draco's arm with a pillow. Groggily, he attempted to get up. "Mornin'" he replied in a raspy voice, not seeming to mind that he woke up on a couch next to her. It seemed that after his confession the other day, his thoughts seemed to be more clearer. . .and he became more accepting of the whole situation. It was now more than just a childish game of 'I hate you'. . .it was a game of life and death, and Hermione was his partner in it. He really had no choice in the matter. All of a sudden the hotel phone rang. . .Draco, not being accustomed to such muggle technology, ran around the room in search of the ringing noise. Hermione, seeing she grew up with muggles, knew very well to pick up the phone. "Hello" she replied

"If you and your husband are not busy we have a visitor who has requested to see you." Replied the voice from the front desk. Hermione was puzzled, nobody knew their false identities, did they?

"One moment" Hermione said to the voice, and then she motioned for Draco to get over here. Putting her hand over the phone to block out her voice, she turned to Draco and whispered "We have a visitor, did you invite anyone?"

"No, I'm guessing you didn't?"

Hermione looked tense "Why would I?"

Draco's eyes lit up, "Its probably my Mum, Granger." He thought for a moment "I had the order send out a search for her, the order knows we're here."

Hermione nodded, and removed her hand from the speaker "You may send them up."

The two paced around their room as soon as Hermione had hung up the phone, waiting the arrival of Narcissa and hoping that she had good news to bring. After about 5 minutes of intense room pacing, there was a knock at the door and both Draco and Hermione ran to the door. . . "Open it, Draco."

"No. . ." he said "Oh, okay fine." He said, after realizing that if he kept arguing the person would give up and leave. When he opened the door and was greeted with the smiling face of Kingsley Shacklebolt. Hermione stood there dumbfounded and Draco more disappointed then anything.

Perhaps Kingsley had news of Narcissa's whereabouts. . .The two young adults prayed that it would be good news. "Hello Mr.Malfoy, Mrs. Granger. . .I have been told that you will be residing here for the time being."

"What news do you have for us,Shacklebolt" Said Malfoy harshly, not pleased with the visitor. Something seemed fishy about him. Draco looked at Hermione with eager eyes as if to say 'What the bloody hell is he doing here?'

"Just some matters with the Order we need to discuss with you." For some reason Shacklebolt seemed nervous, and fidgety. . . could the news really be that bad? Why was he so fidgety? Hermione pondered this and turned to Draco who also seemed confused. "Like what?" the two said together. Kingsley looked ridiculous dressed in horrible muggle fashion. . .Both were surprised that they let him up the hotel in a yellow argyle sweater and women's overalls.

Kingsley started going into a whole in-depth conversation about the origin of the ORDER OF THE PHOENIX and gave a brief history of each member; like if they were married, what their favorite color was and what they think of the Bulgarian Quiddich Team. Draco exchanged an aggravated look with Hermione. . .they seemed to both be thinking the same thing. What the bloody hell is this guy doing, and why is he telling us this bullshit. Draco, now officially mad that an hour of his time had been wasted by a nervous procrastinating Shacklebolt; began to clench his fists and grit through his teeth "What is your point???"

Draco was taken aback as Kingsley all of a sudden sprouted a strange pattern of freckles on his face, and his hair seemed to have more of a golden/reddish glow than before. Before he could speak, his voice cracked a little and Both Draco and Hermione gasped as the member of the Order pulled out a large knife, and held his wand menacingly in the other hand. "Draco. . .look!" Hermione said under her breath as she backed up next to him. They both looked only to find that Kingsley Shacklebolt was not Kingsley Shacklebolt, but Ronald Weasley under the influence of a Polyjuice Potion.

Hermione thought to herself how messed up this situation was! How did Ron find them. . .and how and why was he holding a knife and . . .holy cripes. . .he was charging after her with it. His eyes had a possessed sort of glow like he wasn't really sure what he was doing. Could he have been under the imperious curse, just like Voldemort had done to her? She didn't have time to think, as she felt her body thrown to the floor. Draco lay atop of her, and quickly rolled off incase another blow would be headed their way. Draco pulled out his wand "CRUCIO" he yelled and pointed at Ron. Ron yanked his arms up in pain, causing him to slice a gash in his own arm with the knife. Draco skillfully mastered the unforgivable curse, and ran over to Hermione who was looking around the room for her wand.

Falling to the floor, Ron cried out in pain. . ."IMPERIO!" he shouted,as he raised the wand in his good hand and pointed towards Draco. . .Draco had much practice in becoming resistant to the curse, that he warded it off with no problem and grabbed the knife from Ron's grasp. All of a sudden Draco felt a charge at his waist and he realized he was being vigorously mauled by a short, balding man. . . Draco recognized him as Wormtail. Too taken by surprise, Draco could not fight back, but only try and defend himself from the punches aimed at his face. He reached into Wormtail's pocket and stole his wand right under his nose. "ACCIO WAND" said Hermione, as her own wand finally flew towards her. It was actually quite sad to think that all this was taking place in a muggle hotel. . .How were they to explain the damage and blood? And to top it off, surely the ministry of Magic would be on their arses about it.

In anguish, Wormtail cried out "AVADA KE- " Whoosh. THUD. Hermione had used all of her body strength into knocking Wormtail over, and off of Malfoy. Draco looked at her, relieved and got quickly back up to his feet. He grabbed her arm for support and whispered something in her ear. . ."On the count of three, Hermione, Point your wand at Wormtail and scream Crucio"

Hermione just nodded, nervous to perform an actual "unforgivable curse". She had a quick debate in her head, and came to the realization that. . .well it was a matter of life or death. She stood determined, and nervously waited for the whispered count down.

One. . .

Two. . .

Three!. . ."CRUCIO!" they both shouted as Wormtail fell stricken, and ceased to move. They waited for a retaliation amidst the wailing sobs of Ron in the corner. . .Oh the humiliation, shame and physical pain he must be feeling right now. No retaliation from Wormtail . . They wondered if he was still breathing. "Avada Kedavra!" Draco said forcefully, pointing at the fallen Pettigrew. Hermione looked Horror stricken, and Draco rubbed her shoulder in support. "It had to be done"

"I know." Hermione said, emotionless. All of a sudden her eyes sparkled in interest "Draco. . .Look!" she pointed to a book hidden underneath Wormtail's cloak. It read "Hidden Prophecies: Keys to Unlocking the Future" And in the book, there was a black satin bookmark which had a page reserved. Draco opened it to see the prophecy and the name of his long lost relative below it. He read aloud so only Hermione could hear:

"A long time ago, the prophets did speak,

Of a the binding of two souls, hurt and weak.

For the world did see, danger and hate,

But danger can't match, the power of fate.

And the prophecy was written, that by hate may love form,

And only that love, can calm the storm.

So, I wrote up this contract, named it well,

Packed it away, so only time could tell,

If the true heir of mine, can love in spite of all,

Only then will darkness fall.

The stars up at night, work their ways high above,

As I'll lay down to rest, this prophecy of love."

'A.D. Malfoy 1765'

Hermione looked at him shell-shocked . . "So this is what Voldemort is after. . .this is what he is trying to prevent. But what do we have to do with this all?"

"Look at the author. . ."

Hermione looked once more at the author and her jaw dropped. "Malfoy?" She questioned. Draco only looked up. "So do you think the prophecy is about you. . .?"

Draco looked into Hermione's eyes and he knew he couldn't deny himself any longer. . .he had been holding back feelings since he knew her from "Memory Therapy". Feelings that he had been holding back since the first time he kissed her. His foolish Slytherin pride was slowly wearing off as he realized that he could loose her at any minute. . .and that he cared that he could loose her. Draco Malfoy had never cared about anything or anyone in his life until now. . .Which is why denial was no longer an option for everybody's favorite coldhearted hero. "No, Hermione. . .I know the prophecy is about me, For it has already partially come true. I love you Hermione. Can't you see? The prophecy is about the both of us. . ."

Hermione did not speak. . .rather she absorbed what Draco just said. Ron was still trying to heal his wounds with his wand which had broken. . . Hermione felt bad and prayed someone from the actual Order would show up. She continued her thoughts on Draco's startling confession, and it didn't' take long for her to realize she felt them as well. . . With every part of her heart she wanted Draco Malfoy. . .Since she first laid eyes on him in Azkaban; she became attracted. Since she grew to know him in Memory Therapy; she discovered the real him. . .And through their adventures in California; she grew to love him. . .even with his coldhearted exterior. Because it didn't matter, she had seen a vulnerable Draco. A nice Draco . . .the Draco without his evil mask. And that is when she realized she loved him; after he saved her life. . .and after she risked her own to save his. "I love you too, Draco. I know it may seem silly, but I honestly truly love you."

For a moment they sat in silence (Well with exceptions of Ron's sobbing) and absorbed what had just happened. The two met in an awkward hug. . .and then laughed, amidst the horrors. Hermione collapsed onto Draco's chest and they sat there trying to decide what to do next. All of a sudden the two jumped as they saw a bright light issued from the book, at that same time The Dark Lord stormed in with Lavender and a baby girl. Ron jumped up despite his pain and ran over to them, apologizing profusely at his even more messed up arm. He was a useless wreck. The Dark Lord laughed evilly and popped a Gummy Bear into his mouth. . .Draco looked astounded, this was certainly not a time to be eating Gummy Bears. . . And how the hell did he get into the hotel? They LET him in? . . .Knowing the Dark Lord, he killed the Muggles anyway.

"You are all going to face your demise. . ." he said this as though it was a total surprise. They all knew it was coming, Draco and Hermione held each other close, and tried to conceal the now shaking book from sight. "Where is Wormtail?" Voldemort said, absentmindedly. . . he soon forgot about his servant, and snatched the baby from Lavender's grasp. "You first, little baby" he snarled. Before any action could take place, the book of prophecies flipped all of its pages, as if a huge wind had passed by and the light shone brighter than it had been. Out of the light, came a ghost like form. It looked like a human, but transparent.

Draco had seen a portrait of him before. . .one of the many ones neatly arranged in the Manor. Then he put the face with a name, of course. . .it was Apollo D. Malfoy! The ghost just chuckled, merely amused at the whole situation. "It seems you are a bit to late, Tom"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the use of this Birth name. "You should have been dead a long time ago.

"I am dead" Apollo's ghost said, in a matter of factly tone of voice. "You should have ran, Tom. . .I foresaw this night a long time ago, a foresaw what kind of person you were, Mr. Riddle. . .so I wrote up this prophecy in hopes that one day it would come true if the fates allowed." Apollo looked kindly on the two huddled near the book. "As for you two, congratulations."

The Dark Lord attempted to point his wand at Apollo, looking stupid for trying to kill a Ghost. Then he directed his wand at Draco and Hermione. . ."Not so fast" he seethed "The prophecy can't continue if the two are dead. . ." he raised his wand, but before words could escape his mouth, Ron ran up to him with the knife and made a gash down his back. Voldemort cried out in pain. Apollo quickly went to action and took out a piece of parchment which contained the final part of the prophecy.

He spoke in hasty, but sincere words:

"The True Heir of mine, has learned the lesson of love

So keep your promise, you stars up above. . .

Smite down all evil, if that is what's willed

If this be the world's fate,

Let this prophecy of love be fulfilled"

Time seemed to have frozen as if the fates were searching for an answer or a punishment. Faces were contorted and everything was a blur. The silence was cut by a deathly scream as a beam of light ripped through Voldemort's stomach as if a thousand laser knives were cutting into his stomach, and tearing apart his icy heart. "NOOOOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOOOOooo" he yelled as he slowly was consumed by the light. . .by love. Once again, his weakness was his downfall . . .Love. The spectators watched in wonder as their worst fear as wizards disintegrated in front of their eyes. All of a sudden a bunch of the Order piled in, along with Narcissa and Remus Lupin.

All seemed shocked at the sight before them, and the amount of damage that had been caused. . .None seemed to find any words to say. And now it seemed that only one question remained: "Where do we go from here?"

Author's Note: STAY TUNED FOR MORE! I decided that the chapter after this one will most likely be the last, so STAY TUNED I'll try to be less of a slacker. I hope you enjoyed it, I tried to make it "action-packed" or at least somewhat entertaining.

My Questions:

Do you think that it was long enough?

I know there are a lot of scenes about "the final battle" I hope I didn't' cliché it too much, did I?

Are they pretty much in character? And if not which parts aren't in character. ( I know the Gummy Bear thing is OoC

Is it too predicatable?

Thats basically it for my questions as of now. I'd appriciate a review, just dont be TOO harsh. Be CONSTRUCTIVE.

XOXO

SHADOW