Okay, in the summary, it says that Hermione will do something she never thought she would, but I kind of forgot about that as I was writing the story, so… You're up, 'Mione!
Hermione: What is that supposed to mean? It sounds like I'm at a baseball game, for crying out loud!
Harry: Well, I guess you're going to do something unbelievable in this chapter, 'Mione.
Ron: Yeah, and then, Harry and me will get mad at you, and ignore you, but we'll be friends again by the end of the chapter.
Hermione: Ron, it's Harry and I, and you're wrong! I would never do something that drastic to make you guys ignore me.
Ron: Well, what about the time you kept on correcting my pronunciation on charms?
Harry: And my Firebolt in third year?
Ron: Or when we just needed some help on our potion's essays?
Harry: And when you-
Hermione: Okay! Okay, I get it! So, are you feeling better after eating almost the entire kitchen, Harry?
Harry: sarcastic tone Well, now that my stomach's transformed back into its original state, I'm feeling just peachy!
Hermione: What? I was just asking. I wish I had my camera with me, but someone decided to smash it against the common room wall in a fit of rage!
Ron: Oh, come on, Herms! I bet you anything that you would have done the same thing if I took a picture of you vacuuming up a chicken leg and posted it all over the school!
Hermione: One: I wouldn't have such barbaric manners no matter how hungry I was, and Two: I know better than to act that way in public, unlike you, Ronald Weasley!
Ron: We weren't in public!
Hermione: If you think 200 house elves, Harry, Draco, and me in a kitchen isn't public, then no we weren't in public.
Ron: See? We weren't!
Hermione: RONALD WEASLEY!! Hermione takes huge frying pan from stack of pans off of counter and starts chasing Ron around the kitchen and out the portrait hole.
Ron: No, HERMIONE!!!!!
Harry: Not again! Harry runs out of portrait hole after Hermione's retreating figure clutching a frying pan.
Chapter 15
After returning to the Gryffindor common room, Hermione, Harry, and Ron all collapsed into the squishy armchairs near the fire. Nothing was said between them, but it wasn't awkward at all. Ron and Harry started playing a game of Wizard's Chess, while Hermione thought about the happenings of this morning. Who possessed Draco? Better yet, who possessed Justin? No one knows the password besides the prefects and none of them would give the password away to anyone, but friends. Friends…. friends. What if someone, like a death eater for example, disguised themselves as a supposed friend to one of the prefects and tricked them into telling them the password. How is that possible? Maybe Polyjuice Potion? Oh my god… Potions… Classes! We're missing classes right now! No!
"Harry, Ron!" Hermione practically screamed, temporarily forgetting they were right next to her. Both of them jumped 4 feet into the air and looked at Hermione in a bewildering stare.
"What?" They both asked at the same time.
"WE'RE MISSING CLASSES!!" Hermione yelled while running towards the portrait hole. "Aren't you coming?" Ron looked at Harry then back at Hermione then back at Harry again.
"Hermione, what are you talking about? Harry's the only one here that wears glasses, and they're right on his face!" Ron said, surprised he actually knew something Hermione didn't.
"Ron, I said CLASSES. Not GLASSES. Oh, why are we fighting over this? Come on!" Hermione ran out the portrait and down the hall towards the Prefect common room to get her books she dropped earlier this morning. Ron and Harry ran up to their dormitory to do the same. Hermione finally got to the door, panting all the while.
"Cotton… Candy… Lolli… Pops…" she panted to the rainbow pig.
"Very well, if you're sure you want to go in there," the portrait said while revealing the common room. Hermione looked at it with a wondering look upon her face and then ran in to get her books. Then she forgot. Justin.
Justin was still standing in the middle of the floor, but his wand was not raised and his back was to the window. He was looking straight at Hermione with those evil-looking black eyes. A smirk started to appear on his face and he stepped closer. Hermione took a step back. He still held his smirk, and then glanced at his watch. As he did so, his short brown hair started to turn blond and grow. He grew in height and his Hufflepuff school robes turned into black and expensive robes with a cape attached to the back and black polished shoes. His black possessed eyes turned in to a yellow greenish color. It was a smirking Lucius Malfoy.
Harry and Ron went to Hermione's common room, since she had to pass the Gryffindor Tower to get to their Transfiguration class anyway, and they had been waiting for her. She had not come, so they went on their way to the Pig's portrait.
"Weird portrait they've got for their dorms, eh, Harry?" Ron asked as he thought about the last time he had been to the Prefect's dorms, when he had to look at the portrait the entire time he was there. Well, it wasn't a bad portrait, per say, it was just, weird.
Lucius Malfoy had Hermione magically bound to one of the squishy armchairs, from near the fireplace, which increased his anger knowing that the mudblood would be interrogated and comfortable at the same time.
"So, mudblood?" Malfoy said in his most venomous voice ever. Hermione was slightly surprised by this, however. What is he doing? It's like he's going to invite me for tea or something.
"Are you going to make me do this the easy way or the hard way?" he sneered circling her, so she had to turn her head to keep her eyes on him at all times.
"What do you mean, Malfoy?" Hermione said glaring at him.
"Don't ask questions, mudblood, you are in no positions to ask me questions!" Malfoy screeched putting a horrified expression on his face. The scary part was that it was actually one of Lucius's real faces that he did very often. Quite scary.
"Well, if you're going to interrogate me into revealing information, you should at least tell me what I'm supposed to reveal to you, if I were that dense, and you'll do to me if I don't tell you anything, which is the latter, so what are you going to do to me, Old Fart Malfoy?" Hermione said in an air of boredom. She had every right to. If a Death Eater that tortures muggles for fun can't even get the whole torturing scenario right, then why should I be scared? Malfoy looked about ready to kill.
"Crucio!" Malfoy shouted. No mudblood will talk to me that way! Stupid mudblood. Won't even scream. And scream Hermione did not. After continuing the DA lessons with Harry, Ron, George, Fred, Ginny, and even Lupin and Sirius (Sirius is alive in this story, cuz he's cool), with Moody as their teacher, all of them had undergone the use of the Cruciatus Curse hundreds of times. It was illegal, but it was needed to be able to fight in the war, which they all intended on doing. So, basically, Hermione wasn't really affected by the curse, she just felt a sensation like someone was pinching her arm. Malfoy looked murderous.
"Okay, Mudblood. You won't scream at intense pain? Let's try this again. Crucio!" he shouted the spell over and over again, but not once did Hermione scream or wince or even twitch a muscle. She was completely still and looking straight in front of her.
"Fine. You won't scream. You won't reveal secret information. And you won't even blink! Hello!?" Malfoy said waving his hand in front of Hermione's face. She blinked and looked up into Malfoy's puke-colored eyes and saw… An idea?
"Well, if I cannot get you to tell information using pain, what about… Death?" Lucius sneered in Hermione's ear. Her eyes widened in fear and, unfortunately, Malfoy saw.
"So, death is it? I will have to arrange for your entire family to be killed, then. Along with any muggle friends you have, which will be easy; they're just muggles, and your friends at Hogwarts. Two of them who are standing outside the portrait right now. They will die, too. The only way to keep them alive, is if you swear your soul to the Dark side." Malfoy ended and then sat on the couch in front of Hermione. I can't believe this. If I don't do this Ron and Harry are going to die, which will leave no chance for Harry to defeat Voldemort. Malfoy could probably call Voldemort right over here and kill Harry on the spot, since he so willingly came to the Prefect common room. And my family and friends at home. I won't have anything when I return from Hogwarts. I won't have a home, or even parents to return home to. I mean, it's not like Malfoy said he was going to kill me. Just going to the Dark side. No killing anybody, just moving from one side of the line to the other. It sounded easy compared to losing everyone she had ever loved since she was born. Malfoy was still sitting on the couch staring intently at Hermione. I have to do this. This is my only choice.
"I… I… I'll d-do it…" Hermione whispered. She was looking at her feet, so she did not see Malfoy approach except for his highly polished shoes. He tilted her chin up to look into his face. She glared and he smirked.
"Very well, mudblood. Welcome to the winning side." He said. He raised his wand and said a spell to make Hermione keep her promise to come to the Dark side. This would be after she graduated from Hogwarts. She was told that she would receive further instructions within the next two years of her education. He unbound her and put another spell on her, so she could not tell Harry or Ron anything about what had happened. Lucius Malfoy apparated, leaving a confused Hermione behind. No one could apparate to or from Hogwarts! Then she heard the distinct cries of Harry and Ron trying to get into the common room. It sounded like the pig was squealing from the happenings inside, Harry was running around, and Ron was trying to break the portrait open. Hermione opened the portrait just as Ron was running towards it. He ran right through the common room, his eyes squeezed shut, and fell over the back of the couch. Harry ran in after him as the pig settled down again.
"Ow," came a strained voice from behind the couch. Harry and Hermione laughed. Harry looked at Hermione.
"How come you didn't open the portrait? We were out there for ages! And guess what, 'Mione? We don't have any classes right now, it's after dinner! But I am missing my glasses…" Harry said rubbing his nose where his glasses usually sat.
"Yeah," said a not-paying-attention-Hermione.