Before we start I'm gonna fill everyone in on the how the story is
progressing. This chapter should be pretty long..the longest cuz' I put the
whole battle scene into one chapter. After this there will be a last
chapter (pretty short) and then a short Epilogue. Kk, here we go...
P.S. Things like these are flashbacks
Chapter 14: The Great Escape
Hermione felt a sudden weight lifted off her shoulders at the news that Harry and Ron were coming for her. She only hoped they weren't planning on coming alone. Harry was a great wizard but he couldn't take on all these fully-grown death eaters basically by himself.
However, Lucius didn't seem to mind at all that people were coming to her rescue. In fact, he seemed to relax at the idea. He conjured up a puffy chair and sat down in it.
"Now you are going to find out why I am going to kill you," he said with the air of a toddler receiving a brightly wrapped gift. It sickened Hermione and she shivered again.
"You see, ever since Draco was born, I had high hopes for him. I had a plan for him, and that plan did not involve a filthy little mudblood like you. Well, it did, just not in the way things turned out," he laughed evilly. Hermione's forehead wrinkled. What did she have to do with Lucius's plan for Draco?
"You want to know why you would ever be involved with my apparently perfect son, don't you?" he asked, as if reading her mind. She glared at him as if to say, you wish I cared. But she did. She cared so much.
"Very well. You see, to become a death eater, there are certain prerequisites, if you will," the way he said that made Hermione's spine tingle. She began to see where this was going.
"And those are?" she spat, jaw clenched.
"Well, there are many. You must swear allegance, you must get the mark etc, etc. However, one requirement stands far above the rest. I think that may be because it is the most satisfying." he stopped to allow himself a grin here before continuing.
"You see, Miss Granger, before one can call himself a death eater, one must kill a mudblood."
Hermione's stomach dropped. She had been expecting something like this, but the weight of his words was like a sledgehammer to her brain. She gasped and tried to cover her mouth but then she remembered her hands were bound. She finally realized exactly what he was trying to tell her. Draco had been told to kill...
"Me," she whispered and he nodded his head, grinning all the while.
"But then things went a little wrong," he continued on, as if he was telling how the garden had caught on fire that time he dropped the cake at his birthday party.
"You see young Draco began to get cold feet. He told me he didn't want to kill you, he told me he didn't have to courage. I, of course, beat him, but that didn't seem to work. So I began taking drastic measures. A truth potion. I knew that deep down that Draco wanted to be like his father, that he wanted to kill you. I figured he just needed a little push in the right direction. So I had Rachel slip you both some potion, because if you felt your true feelings towards him, you would make him angrier and angrier, and that would help result in my plan working out," he explained.
Hermione's brain was working overtime. That time Professor Cepelak had run into her table. She had offered to clean up Hermione's spilled juice.
"Ok that sounds-" but just what it sounded, Draco never found out. Just then Professor Cepelak, who had been walking by at the moment, tripped and fell into their table. Hermione's juice spilled and the professor blushed. She was still in her awkward new teacher phase.
"I am so sorry Hermione, here, let me get that." she added as Hermione took out her wand to clean up the mess. She muttered something Hermione couldn't here and the drink tipped itself back into the glass, which stood itself upright, good as new.
"And in her office..." Hermione whispered to herself.
Hermione sipped her tea and then sighed. She began to spill everything that had happened lately
"Oh my," she whispered.
"That's right. I guess you are as smart as I've been told. Too bad you're a mudblood. You could've had great potential as a death eater." he sneered.
"How dare you. I would never be a death eater," she shot back.
"Temper, temper. Now let's finish the story, shall we? So I thought that giving you two this potion would increase your hate for each other. But apparently I didn't know my own son as well as I thought. But how could I have known he was an embarrassment to society? Love blossomed between you two, and now look where we are. So now you are going to feel pain beyond anything you could imagine. Because if my son didn't have to the guts to kill you, I will." he stood up from his chair, raising his wand. He was just about to form the words when,
BANG!
The door shot open and Harry, Ron, Pansy and Professor Cepelak ran in.
"It's o.k. Hermione, we have backup!" Ron yelled at her. But instead of relief, fear spread through her.
"No! Guys, you have it wrong. SHE'S A SPY! SHE'S IN IT WITH HIM!" she nodded towards Lucius.
"Huh?" Harry asked, confused.
"She's a death eat- Harry watch out!" she screamed. Professor Cepelak was advancing on Harry. His eyes grew wide and he whipped his wand out.
Hermione watched helplessly as Harry fought with Rachel. The other death eaters stood back to give their fellow her glory. No one seemed to notice that Harry hadn't come alone. Hermione tried to get Ron's attention without attracting anyone else's.
"Pssst!" she whispered. He didn't hear her. He was reaching for his wand.
"Psssssst, Ron come here!" she said a little louder. He winced as Harry took a spell to the face and then he turned to her.
"What?" he asked.
"A little help here, please," she showed him the chains.
"Oh, right." He walked over to her, "Alohomora."
The metal freed itself from Hermione's skin and she sighed deeply.
"Oh that feels good," she whispered. The chains seemed almost harmless now that they hung limply on the chair.
"Ok, let's go," said Ron, pulling her up.
"No! We have to time this well. In case one of them looks over, just pretend I'm still tied or they'll come after us too!" she replied.
They watched as Harry blocked one of Cepelak's spells with a jet of red sparks.
"Why'd you bring her?" Hermione jerked her thumb towards Pansy. She was standing with the death eater that had dragged Hermione out of her cell. He had removed his mask and revealed himself as a tall very good looking blonde haired boy. He appeared no older than 18.
Wasn't he one of Cho's rebounds? I think his name was David...hmmm Hermione wondered to herself. Pansy was giggling at something he had said.
"She was crying about Draco. She came in handy though. She knocked Snape out for us," Ron grinned as he relived the moment that Snape had gone down.
"Crying for Draco? Pshh. She is such a liar. Look at her," they watched as Pansy pushed back some of "David's" straw-coloured hair and whispered something in his ear, "only Parkinson could flirt at a time like this." Hermione was disgusted. But then she saw something that brightened her spirits. As Pansy groped the boy's baggy robes, Hermione saw two wands sticking out of his pocket. One was short and made of birch with a little bit of red sticking out the end. The other was 11 1/4 inches crafted of fine Mahogany and Hermione would've given anything to bet there was an owl talon hidden in it's core.
"Look Ron," she pointed "he has my wand." Identical grins spread across their faces.
"Now do it carefully...so he doesn't notice. Wait for my cue," she whispered.
"I know. Jeez," he growled. Hermione waited and watched. David appeared to be telling a joke. He was gesturing with his hands a lot. Just as he reached the punch line, his grip loosened on the heavy ring of keys he had been playing with and they landed on Pansy's toes causing her to swear and kick them into the wall where they hit with a deafening crash. Lucius and Bellatrix looked around as the sound mixed with Pansy's horrified screams. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and they turned back to the duel. The sound had caught Harry off guard. He was on the floor.
"Hurry up," egged Hermione. David was trying to apologize when their chance came. Pansy pulled back her fist and punched him in the stomach. As he bent double she turned around and folded her arms across her chest.
"Now!" Hermione told Ron.
"Accio wands," he whispered. With all that was going on, no one noticed two wands float over to Hermione's open hand.
Harry POV:
Harry had lost his wand. He could see it lying feet away from him and he reached out his hand for it but no matter how much he stretched it was still just out of reach. He watched as a pointy black boot stepped on his fingers while it's partner kicked his wand away. Harry allowed his eyes to travel up the boot's owner to Cepelak's smiling face.
"Give it up Potter. No one's going to save you now," she spat, lifting her boot. Harry silently thanked her until that boot collided with the side of his face. Reaching his hand up he wiped blood away from the corner of his mouth. Harry sat up and pushed himself backward with his hands. He felt the cold stone of the wall against his back.
"Are you ready to see your dear mudblood mother again?" Her face was inches from his and he gulped. She was right. He was trapped.
Hermione POV:
"STUPEFY!" Hermione yelled the spell as she leapt up from the chair. It was a stupid move but all she could think was that Harry was about to die if she didn't do something.
Hermione ran towards Harry and her now unmoving Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Quick, it'll wear off soon!" she pulled Harry away before he could grab his wand.
While she did this, Ron went to take on the only person he could, Pansy. (A/N Cue to laugh..sorry Ron lovers..lol) She had her wand out but he knocked it away. The blonde-haired boy made a grab for it but Ron used the full body bind on him.
"Too easy," he said.
When he turned back to Pansy, she was ready for him. She hit him square on the nose. Blood spilled down his face.
"Bloody hell Parkinson!" Ron yelled. This, unfortunately, attracted too much attention towards his corner. He quickly debated what to do. His mum had always taught him never to hit a girl but that had hurt! Lucius was advancing on him.
"Oh piss it," he moaned. Executing his escape Ron kicked Pansy in the shin rather pitifully, lunged for her wand and dodged Lucius as he ran to Harry and Hermione.
The door burst off it's hinges at just that moment and in ran a whole group of people consisting of Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy and, of course, Dumbledore. Last in line was-
"DRACO!" Hermione ran to him.
"Hermione," he breathed.
"I thought.." but he held his hands over her mouth.
"I'm fine." But he didn't look completely fine. Dumbledore must have used something to revive him but he still looked tired and very battered.
Dumbledore stayed behind while the other four went to fight the death eaters. "David" had been revived and Rachel had woken up but Pansy was hiding in a corner. No one paid her any attention.
"Mister Malfoy, remember the plan," Dumbledore spoke hurriedly to Draco. "I assume you know where the room I mention is. Get what you need and be back as quickly as possible. Go!"
Draco nodded and motioned for the others to follow him. He set off at the fastest run he could manage down the hall back towards the cell.
As they reached the open cell door, Draco ushered them in and walked to the far side of the room. He appeared to be counting and after a minute he found what he was looking for. He bent down and began brushing away the straw.
"Draco, what-"
"Shhh. You'll see," he cut her off. As the straw cleared Hermione found that the floor was actually made of several 3 by 3 squares. One had a handle. Hermione pulled it but the trap door didn't budge.
"We need the key, Hermione," he said, harshly. He obviously had enough energy to get on her nerves.
"Well I didn't know that so get off my case," she replied. They were both very irritable. Getting the crap beaten out of you could do that.
"Shut up," he spat.
"Uhh, guys?" Harry started.
"WHAT?!" they rounded on him.
"I was just gonna point out that this may be the time for teamwork, not fights," he offered.
"He's right," Draco sighed, " I just need to find this key." He was searching the corner of the cell. Hermione looked around and saw a shiny thing glint under the straw.
"Where is that key!" he screamed in frustration.
"You mean this one?" she asked, holding it up.
"Yeah, thanks. I knew I must have dropped it around here somewhere," He took the key from her and fit it in the lock. He turned the key then lifted the door, revealing a staircase.
"Ladies first," Draco offered.
"Oh, well go ahead then," Hermione joked. He nudged her and she pushed him back.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Nothing," she sighed. He grinned and planted a kiss on her. She kissed him back hard.
"Oh get a room," they heard Ron say from behind them.
Draco smirked and started down the dank staircase as Hermione followed.
The stairs led them down a dark, cold hallway. Draco lifted one of the torches from its' bracket and took the lead down the hall. It curved to the right and Hermione could see a door on the far wall. They headed towards it. When they got there Draco pushed aside a piece of metal to reveal a weird indent in the door. He pulled a ring off his finger. Hermione saw the skull pattern on it as he fitted it into the hole. The lock clicked and he eased the door open.
As the light from Draco's torch spilled into the room, Hermione gasped. She had never seen anything like it in her life. The walls were covered with gold and silver weapons. Her eyes roved over the swords and axes. In the middle of the room there was a chest surrounded by,
"Gold!" squealed Ron, running over.
"Don't touch, Weasley," Draco chastised.
"Uhh, where are we, Draco?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Welcome," he threw out his hands dramatically, "to the Malfoy basement."
CLANK!
Ron had dropped the silver candlesticks he had been examining.
"Careful," Draco said in his drawl, "those were my grandmothers."
"The same one who gave you those boxer shorts?" Hermione giggled.
"I don't even want to know," said Harry, moving to the wall of spears. Pink crept into Draco's cheeks.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, suddenly very interested in the sword he was holding.
Ten minutes later they emerged. Draco and Harry each carried a large sword while Hermione held a spear and a short knife was hanging around her waist. Ron had been entrusted with the torch and some arrows. He was pouting terribly.
As the group made their way back up the stairs and through the cell Hermione couldn't help but smile at seeing them all together.
The first thing Hermione saw as she burst into the room was Bellatrix advancing on Percy's turned back.
"Percy, watch out!" she screamed as she reached Lestrange and swung her leg around to kick her to the ground. Bellatrix got up and narrowed her eyes at Hermione.
"You wanna play rough?" she asked, eyeing Hermione's spear, "We'll play rough." As Hermione watched her wand lengthened and transformed into a sword. It's sharp tip glinted in the light from the torches and made Hermione wish she had taken a sword instead of a spear.
Bellatrix lunged. Hermione dodged the attack and got ready for another. She had no clue what she was doing. The only fighting like this she had seen was in movies and that was all staged. Bellatrix came at her again. Hermione thrust her spear this time to stop the blow. The sword sliced a deep gash in the wooden handle of the spear. Bellatrix laughed wickedly and lunged again. This time the spearhead was separated from it's handle. Hermione pulled her knife from its sheath. She had no choice.
They fought back and forth for what seemed like hours. Just as Hermione began to get tired she slipped up and allowed Bellatrix to graze her arm. A deep wound opened above her elbow and blood blossomed across her pajamas.
"Had enough?" asked Bellatrix.
"You wish," Hermione seized the opportunity to catch Lestrange off guard. She ran up, kicked the sword from her hands and jammed her knife into Bellatrix's stomach.
A look of fear spread across her enemy's face.
"Oh my god..." she whispered, falling to the ground where she lay motionless. The sword turned back into a wand and lay still.
"I am so not taking that knife back," Hermione remarked. She picked up Bellatrix's wand and snapped it in half. A load of black smoke issued from the severed pieces before Hermione dropped them. As she turned around two pairs of hands grabbed her.
"You filthy bitch," she heard Lucius say.
She screamed and tried to get away but their grip was too tight. As they dragged her away, Hermione saw a flash of blonde hair.
Hermione heard a scream and felt one pair of hands let go of her. She swiveled around to see Lucius still holding onto her and the blonde-haired death eater bent double next to him. Draco was standing behind him holding that end of his sword that was not impaled in the boy's back. Blood spilled across the floor as Draco pulled the blade out and watched the last ounce of life leave the boy's body.
The next thing Hermione knew, Draco was on the ground, his sword skidding out of reach. Lucius jumped on top of his son and hit his head against the floor. Fists flew and everyone watched as father and son fought each other. Now Lucius was back on top; his hands were around Draco's throat, cutting off his air supply. Draco's face was turning an ugly shade of purple. Tears fell from Hermione's eyes. She wanted to run to him but strong arms were holding her back.
Then Draco's hand flew up and he hit Lucius hard on the cheek. Draco punched his father until he could scramble back to his feet. Lucius dove for the sword. He stood back up and faced his unarmed son.
Lucius smirked.
"Now you can be with your dear mother," he shot at Draco.
Hermione gasped. He hadn't told her his mother was dead. Draco didn't flinch.
"Would you really kill your only son?" he asked, shaking his head.
"You are NOT my son!" Lucius screamed.
He lunged with the sword...
Hermione closed her eyes; she couldn't watch. "Ahhhh!" the scream of agony wrenched her eyes open. She blinked. She saw Draco standing there staring back at her. Everyone's eyes fell to the ground where a red-haired figure was twitching at Draco's feet. "Percy!" Mrs. Weasley screamed, running to her son. "Mom," he whispered faintly. "I'm sorry," he gasped. "Honey, oh, there's nothing to be sorry for," she cried. "I let you...down. I'm sorry." The whole Weasley family was crowded around Percy now. "No, no you didn't. You never let us down," her tears were falling on Percy's shirt, spreading red across his chest. He winced. "Mom," "Yes," she breathed. "I love you," he whispered. "Honey, I love you, too," she was crying harder than ever now. Percy let his eyes rove around to everyone's faces. Then he whispered his last words. "Tell Penelope that I love her and give her this," he pulled a velvet box out of his pocket. Tears cascaded down Hermione's face at the thought. Everyone shook their heads, promising. He smiled, "Good-bye." Then his eyes closed and Mrs. Weasley held her son, rocking him back and forth.
Hermione turned as Harry loosened his grip on her. She hugged him, burying her face into the crook of his neck, her shoulders heaving as she sobbed. He stroked her hair and fought back tears of his own. Hermione heard sobbing to her left. She looked up to see Ron crying into his hands. She walked over and let him fall into her. "Oh, Ron," she whispered, "I am so sorry." As he kissed her cheek and turned to his parents, Hermione finally embraced Draco. She laced her fingers with his and forced herself took around. Professor Dumbledore had bound Lucius, Cepelak and Pansy. As he turned to look at Hermione, she saw one tear fall from behind his spectacles.
Wow...that was one of the most difficult pieces I've written. I need to clear some things up here though..some ppl on the other site thought that when lucius says 'You are not my son," I meant that literally..but I didn't, so if you were thinking that all he means is he is sort of disowning his son. Others wanted the kiss more detailed (in the cell) but I like it as just a little kiss..tell me your thoughts, please.
Ok, sorry it took so long to update, looking forward to reviews.
Reviewer comments: Ccbchunks: Lots here, lol. I know electricity doesn't work in the castle (ex..the vaccumes before in the story) but this machine works off of magic too..don't assume everything muggle-ish runs off electricity! These wizards have some tricks up their sleeves too! Lol. Hermione also screams a lot because just think of some of the situations she is in..you would scream too (I know I would!).What do you mean 'a scene'? I got a little confused there. And the decorating the hall scene was just a scene showing Harry Ron and Hermione because I didn't get to do that much in this fic. It had been draco and Hermione the whole time. I don't really think it was that pointless but whatever. But thanks so much for actually criticizing..i love to see how other ppl see my story and it helps me explain thing better so In the future I can always make sure ppl know that this is running off this etc..thanks!
And anyone who posted reviews like "It's spelled like this or that.." please don't do that...that's a worthless review..I misspell some stuff and I don't always catch it so you don't have to correct me..when I do ask for a correction with (sp?) then I appreciate the correction but only if you add it at the end of a real review..thanks!
Oh and I was reareading the fic and I noticed that in one chapter it always skips the word 'class' and I'm not sure why but it did and I'm sorry if that confused you even though It was a while back! lol
That's it for now! Jes
Chapter 14: The Great Escape
Hermione felt a sudden weight lifted off her shoulders at the news that Harry and Ron were coming for her. She only hoped they weren't planning on coming alone. Harry was a great wizard but he couldn't take on all these fully-grown death eaters basically by himself.
However, Lucius didn't seem to mind at all that people were coming to her rescue. In fact, he seemed to relax at the idea. He conjured up a puffy chair and sat down in it.
"Now you are going to find out why I am going to kill you," he said with the air of a toddler receiving a brightly wrapped gift. It sickened Hermione and she shivered again.
"You see, ever since Draco was born, I had high hopes for him. I had a plan for him, and that plan did not involve a filthy little mudblood like you. Well, it did, just not in the way things turned out," he laughed evilly. Hermione's forehead wrinkled. What did she have to do with Lucius's plan for Draco?
"You want to know why you would ever be involved with my apparently perfect son, don't you?" he asked, as if reading her mind. She glared at him as if to say, you wish I cared. But she did. She cared so much.
"Very well. You see, to become a death eater, there are certain prerequisites, if you will," the way he said that made Hermione's spine tingle. She began to see where this was going.
"And those are?" she spat, jaw clenched.
"Well, there are many. You must swear allegance, you must get the mark etc, etc. However, one requirement stands far above the rest. I think that may be because it is the most satisfying." he stopped to allow himself a grin here before continuing.
"You see, Miss Granger, before one can call himself a death eater, one must kill a mudblood."
Hermione's stomach dropped. She had been expecting something like this, but the weight of his words was like a sledgehammer to her brain. She gasped and tried to cover her mouth but then she remembered her hands were bound. She finally realized exactly what he was trying to tell her. Draco had been told to kill...
"Me," she whispered and he nodded his head, grinning all the while.
"But then things went a little wrong," he continued on, as if he was telling how the garden had caught on fire that time he dropped the cake at his birthday party.
"You see young Draco began to get cold feet. He told me he didn't want to kill you, he told me he didn't have to courage. I, of course, beat him, but that didn't seem to work. So I began taking drastic measures. A truth potion. I knew that deep down that Draco wanted to be like his father, that he wanted to kill you. I figured he just needed a little push in the right direction. So I had Rachel slip you both some potion, because if you felt your true feelings towards him, you would make him angrier and angrier, and that would help result in my plan working out," he explained.
Hermione's brain was working overtime. That time Professor Cepelak had run into her table. She had offered to clean up Hermione's spilled juice.
"Ok that sounds-" but just what it sounded, Draco never found out. Just then Professor Cepelak, who had been walking by at the moment, tripped and fell into their table. Hermione's juice spilled and the professor blushed. She was still in her awkward new teacher phase.
"I am so sorry Hermione, here, let me get that." she added as Hermione took out her wand to clean up the mess. She muttered something Hermione couldn't here and the drink tipped itself back into the glass, which stood itself upright, good as new.
"And in her office..." Hermione whispered to herself.
Hermione sipped her tea and then sighed. She began to spill everything that had happened lately
"Oh my," she whispered.
"That's right. I guess you are as smart as I've been told. Too bad you're a mudblood. You could've had great potential as a death eater." he sneered.
"How dare you. I would never be a death eater," she shot back.
"Temper, temper. Now let's finish the story, shall we? So I thought that giving you two this potion would increase your hate for each other. But apparently I didn't know my own son as well as I thought. But how could I have known he was an embarrassment to society? Love blossomed between you two, and now look where we are. So now you are going to feel pain beyond anything you could imagine. Because if my son didn't have to the guts to kill you, I will." he stood up from his chair, raising his wand. He was just about to form the words when,
BANG!
The door shot open and Harry, Ron, Pansy and Professor Cepelak ran in.
"It's o.k. Hermione, we have backup!" Ron yelled at her. But instead of relief, fear spread through her.
"No! Guys, you have it wrong. SHE'S A SPY! SHE'S IN IT WITH HIM!" she nodded towards Lucius.
"Huh?" Harry asked, confused.
"She's a death eat- Harry watch out!" she screamed. Professor Cepelak was advancing on Harry. His eyes grew wide and he whipped his wand out.
Hermione watched helplessly as Harry fought with Rachel. The other death eaters stood back to give their fellow her glory. No one seemed to notice that Harry hadn't come alone. Hermione tried to get Ron's attention without attracting anyone else's.
"Pssst!" she whispered. He didn't hear her. He was reaching for his wand.
"Psssssst, Ron come here!" she said a little louder. He winced as Harry took a spell to the face and then he turned to her.
"What?" he asked.
"A little help here, please," she showed him the chains.
"Oh, right." He walked over to her, "Alohomora."
The metal freed itself from Hermione's skin and she sighed deeply.
"Oh that feels good," she whispered. The chains seemed almost harmless now that they hung limply on the chair.
"Ok, let's go," said Ron, pulling her up.
"No! We have to time this well. In case one of them looks over, just pretend I'm still tied or they'll come after us too!" she replied.
They watched as Harry blocked one of Cepelak's spells with a jet of red sparks.
"Why'd you bring her?" Hermione jerked her thumb towards Pansy. She was standing with the death eater that had dragged Hermione out of her cell. He had removed his mask and revealed himself as a tall very good looking blonde haired boy. He appeared no older than 18.
Wasn't he one of Cho's rebounds? I think his name was David...hmmm Hermione wondered to herself. Pansy was giggling at something he had said.
"She was crying about Draco. She came in handy though. She knocked Snape out for us," Ron grinned as he relived the moment that Snape had gone down.
"Crying for Draco? Pshh. She is such a liar. Look at her," they watched as Pansy pushed back some of "David's" straw-coloured hair and whispered something in his ear, "only Parkinson could flirt at a time like this." Hermione was disgusted. But then she saw something that brightened her spirits. As Pansy groped the boy's baggy robes, Hermione saw two wands sticking out of his pocket. One was short and made of birch with a little bit of red sticking out the end. The other was 11 1/4 inches crafted of fine Mahogany and Hermione would've given anything to bet there was an owl talon hidden in it's core.
"Look Ron," she pointed "he has my wand." Identical grins spread across their faces.
"Now do it carefully...so he doesn't notice. Wait for my cue," she whispered.
"I know. Jeez," he growled. Hermione waited and watched. David appeared to be telling a joke. He was gesturing with his hands a lot. Just as he reached the punch line, his grip loosened on the heavy ring of keys he had been playing with and they landed on Pansy's toes causing her to swear and kick them into the wall where they hit with a deafening crash. Lucius and Bellatrix looked around as the sound mixed with Pansy's horrified screams. Bellatrix rolled her eyes and they turned back to the duel. The sound had caught Harry off guard. He was on the floor.
"Hurry up," egged Hermione. David was trying to apologize when their chance came. Pansy pulled back her fist and punched him in the stomach. As he bent double she turned around and folded her arms across her chest.
"Now!" Hermione told Ron.
"Accio wands," he whispered. With all that was going on, no one noticed two wands float over to Hermione's open hand.
Harry POV:
Harry had lost his wand. He could see it lying feet away from him and he reached out his hand for it but no matter how much he stretched it was still just out of reach. He watched as a pointy black boot stepped on his fingers while it's partner kicked his wand away. Harry allowed his eyes to travel up the boot's owner to Cepelak's smiling face.
"Give it up Potter. No one's going to save you now," she spat, lifting her boot. Harry silently thanked her until that boot collided with the side of his face. Reaching his hand up he wiped blood away from the corner of his mouth. Harry sat up and pushed himself backward with his hands. He felt the cold stone of the wall against his back.
"Are you ready to see your dear mudblood mother again?" Her face was inches from his and he gulped. She was right. He was trapped.
Hermione POV:
"STUPEFY!" Hermione yelled the spell as she leapt up from the chair. It was a stupid move but all she could think was that Harry was about to die if she didn't do something.
Hermione ran towards Harry and her now unmoving Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Quick, it'll wear off soon!" she pulled Harry away before he could grab his wand.
While she did this, Ron went to take on the only person he could, Pansy. (A/N Cue to laugh..sorry Ron lovers..lol) She had her wand out but he knocked it away. The blonde-haired boy made a grab for it but Ron used the full body bind on him.
"Too easy," he said.
When he turned back to Pansy, she was ready for him. She hit him square on the nose. Blood spilled down his face.
"Bloody hell Parkinson!" Ron yelled. This, unfortunately, attracted too much attention towards his corner. He quickly debated what to do. His mum had always taught him never to hit a girl but that had hurt! Lucius was advancing on him.
"Oh piss it," he moaned. Executing his escape Ron kicked Pansy in the shin rather pitifully, lunged for her wand and dodged Lucius as he ran to Harry and Hermione.
The door burst off it's hinges at just that moment and in ran a whole group of people consisting of Lupin, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy and, of course, Dumbledore. Last in line was-
"DRACO!" Hermione ran to him.
"Hermione," he breathed.
"I thought.." but he held his hands over her mouth.
"I'm fine." But he didn't look completely fine. Dumbledore must have used something to revive him but he still looked tired and very battered.
Dumbledore stayed behind while the other four went to fight the death eaters. "David" had been revived and Rachel had woken up but Pansy was hiding in a corner. No one paid her any attention.
"Mister Malfoy, remember the plan," Dumbledore spoke hurriedly to Draco. "I assume you know where the room I mention is. Get what you need and be back as quickly as possible. Go!"
Draco nodded and motioned for the others to follow him. He set off at the fastest run he could manage down the hall back towards the cell.
As they reached the open cell door, Draco ushered them in and walked to the far side of the room. He appeared to be counting and after a minute he found what he was looking for. He bent down and began brushing away the straw.
"Draco, what-"
"Shhh. You'll see," he cut her off. As the straw cleared Hermione found that the floor was actually made of several 3 by 3 squares. One had a handle. Hermione pulled it but the trap door didn't budge.
"We need the key, Hermione," he said, harshly. He obviously had enough energy to get on her nerves.
"Well I didn't know that so get off my case," she replied. They were both very irritable. Getting the crap beaten out of you could do that.
"Shut up," he spat.
"Uhh, guys?" Harry started.
"WHAT?!" they rounded on him.
"I was just gonna point out that this may be the time for teamwork, not fights," he offered.
"He's right," Draco sighed, " I just need to find this key." He was searching the corner of the cell. Hermione looked around and saw a shiny thing glint under the straw.
"Where is that key!" he screamed in frustration.
"You mean this one?" she asked, holding it up.
"Yeah, thanks. I knew I must have dropped it around here somewhere," He took the key from her and fit it in the lock. He turned the key then lifted the door, revealing a staircase.
"Ladies first," Draco offered.
"Oh, well go ahead then," Hermione joked. He nudged her and she pushed him back.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Nothing," she sighed. He grinned and planted a kiss on her. She kissed him back hard.
"Oh get a room," they heard Ron say from behind them.
Draco smirked and started down the dank staircase as Hermione followed.
The stairs led them down a dark, cold hallway. Draco lifted one of the torches from its' bracket and took the lead down the hall. It curved to the right and Hermione could see a door on the far wall. They headed towards it. When they got there Draco pushed aside a piece of metal to reveal a weird indent in the door. He pulled a ring off his finger. Hermione saw the skull pattern on it as he fitted it into the hole. The lock clicked and he eased the door open.
As the light from Draco's torch spilled into the room, Hermione gasped. She had never seen anything like it in her life. The walls were covered with gold and silver weapons. Her eyes roved over the swords and axes. In the middle of the room there was a chest surrounded by,
"Gold!" squealed Ron, running over.
"Don't touch, Weasley," Draco chastised.
"Uhh, where are we, Draco?" Hermione asked nervously.
"Welcome," he threw out his hands dramatically, "to the Malfoy basement."
CLANK!
Ron had dropped the silver candlesticks he had been examining.
"Careful," Draco said in his drawl, "those were my grandmothers."
"The same one who gave you those boxer shorts?" Hermione giggled.
"I don't even want to know," said Harry, moving to the wall of spears. Pink crept into Draco's cheeks.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied, suddenly very interested in the sword he was holding.
Ten minutes later they emerged. Draco and Harry each carried a large sword while Hermione held a spear and a short knife was hanging around her waist. Ron had been entrusted with the torch and some arrows. He was pouting terribly.
As the group made their way back up the stairs and through the cell Hermione couldn't help but smile at seeing them all together.
The first thing Hermione saw as she burst into the room was Bellatrix advancing on Percy's turned back.
"Percy, watch out!" she screamed as she reached Lestrange and swung her leg around to kick her to the ground. Bellatrix got up and narrowed her eyes at Hermione.
"You wanna play rough?" she asked, eyeing Hermione's spear, "We'll play rough." As Hermione watched her wand lengthened and transformed into a sword. It's sharp tip glinted in the light from the torches and made Hermione wish she had taken a sword instead of a spear.
Bellatrix lunged. Hermione dodged the attack and got ready for another. She had no clue what she was doing. The only fighting like this she had seen was in movies and that was all staged. Bellatrix came at her again. Hermione thrust her spear this time to stop the blow. The sword sliced a deep gash in the wooden handle of the spear. Bellatrix laughed wickedly and lunged again. This time the spearhead was separated from it's handle. Hermione pulled her knife from its sheath. She had no choice.
They fought back and forth for what seemed like hours. Just as Hermione began to get tired she slipped up and allowed Bellatrix to graze her arm. A deep wound opened above her elbow and blood blossomed across her pajamas.
"Had enough?" asked Bellatrix.
"You wish," Hermione seized the opportunity to catch Lestrange off guard. She ran up, kicked the sword from her hands and jammed her knife into Bellatrix's stomach.
A look of fear spread across her enemy's face.
"Oh my god..." she whispered, falling to the ground where she lay motionless. The sword turned back into a wand and lay still.
"I am so not taking that knife back," Hermione remarked. She picked up Bellatrix's wand and snapped it in half. A load of black smoke issued from the severed pieces before Hermione dropped them. As she turned around two pairs of hands grabbed her.
"You filthy bitch," she heard Lucius say.
She screamed and tried to get away but their grip was too tight. As they dragged her away, Hermione saw a flash of blonde hair.
Hermione heard a scream and felt one pair of hands let go of her. She swiveled around to see Lucius still holding onto her and the blonde-haired death eater bent double next to him. Draco was standing behind him holding that end of his sword that was not impaled in the boy's back. Blood spilled across the floor as Draco pulled the blade out and watched the last ounce of life leave the boy's body.
The next thing Hermione knew, Draco was on the ground, his sword skidding out of reach. Lucius jumped on top of his son and hit his head against the floor. Fists flew and everyone watched as father and son fought each other. Now Lucius was back on top; his hands were around Draco's throat, cutting off his air supply. Draco's face was turning an ugly shade of purple. Tears fell from Hermione's eyes. She wanted to run to him but strong arms were holding her back.
Then Draco's hand flew up and he hit Lucius hard on the cheek. Draco punched his father until he could scramble back to his feet. Lucius dove for the sword. He stood back up and faced his unarmed son.
Lucius smirked.
"Now you can be with your dear mother," he shot at Draco.
Hermione gasped. He hadn't told her his mother was dead. Draco didn't flinch.
"Would you really kill your only son?" he asked, shaking his head.
"You are NOT my son!" Lucius screamed.
He lunged with the sword...
Hermione closed her eyes; she couldn't watch. "Ahhhh!" the scream of agony wrenched her eyes open. She blinked. She saw Draco standing there staring back at her. Everyone's eyes fell to the ground where a red-haired figure was twitching at Draco's feet. "Percy!" Mrs. Weasley screamed, running to her son. "Mom," he whispered faintly. "I'm sorry," he gasped. "Honey, oh, there's nothing to be sorry for," she cried. "I let you...down. I'm sorry." The whole Weasley family was crowded around Percy now. "No, no you didn't. You never let us down," her tears were falling on Percy's shirt, spreading red across his chest. He winced. "Mom," "Yes," she breathed. "I love you," he whispered. "Honey, I love you, too," she was crying harder than ever now. Percy let his eyes rove around to everyone's faces. Then he whispered his last words. "Tell Penelope that I love her and give her this," he pulled a velvet box out of his pocket. Tears cascaded down Hermione's face at the thought. Everyone shook their heads, promising. He smiled, "Good-bye." Then his eyes closed and Mrs. Weasley held her son, rocking him back and forth.
Hermione turned as Harry loosened his grip on her. She hugged him, burying her face into the crook of his neck, her shoulders heaving as she sobbed. He stroked her hair and fought back tears of his own. Hermione heard sobbing to her left. She looked up to see Ron crying into his hands. She walked over and let him fall into her. "Oh, Ron," she whispered, "I am so sorry." As he kissed her cheek and turned to his parents, Hermione finally embraced Draco. She laced her fingers with his and forced herself took around. Professor Dumbledore had bound Lucius, Cepelak and Pansy. As he turned to look at Hermione, she saw one tear fall from behind his spectacles.
Wow...that was one of the most difficult pieces I've written. I need to clear some things up here though..some ppl on the other site thought that when lucius says 'You are not my son," I meant that literally..but I didn't, so if you were thinking that all he means is he is sort of disowning his son. Others wanted the kiss more detailed (in the cell) but I like it as just a little kiss..tell me your thoughts, please.
Ok, sorry it took so long to update, looking forward to reviews.
Reviewer comments: Ccbchunks: Lots here, lol. I know electricity doesn't work in the castle (ex..the vaccumes before in the story) but this machine works off of magic too..don't assume everything muggle-ish runs off electricity! These wizards have some tricks up their sleeves too! Lol. Hermione also screams a lot because just think of some of the situations she is in..you would scream too (I know I would!).What do you mean 'a scene'? I got a little confused there. And the decorating the hall scene was just a scene showing Harry Ron and Hermione because I didn't get to do that much in this fic. It had been draco and Hermione the whole time. I don't really think it was that pointless but whatever. But thanks so much for actually criticizing..i love to see how other ppl see my story and it helps me explain thing better so In the future I can always make sure ppl know that this is running off this etc..thanks!
And anyone who posted reviews like "It's spelled like this or that.." please don't do that...that's a worthless review..I misspell some stuff and I don't always catch it so you don't have to correct me..when I do ask for a correction with (sp?) then I appreciate the correction but only if you add it at the end of a real review..thanks!
Oh and I was reareading the fic and I noticed that in one chapter it always skips the word 'class' and I'm not sure why but it did and I'm sorry if that confused you even though It was a while back! lol
That's it for now! Jes