"Where are we?" Hermione asked. She couldn't see anything, she was in
blackness. She didn't even know if she was alone or if the rest of the
group was in the darkness with her.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" she heard Malfoy say. She began to feel her way through the dark. Her hand landed on fabric. She recognized it immediatly as Hogwarts robes.
"Ron?"
"Get your hands off me, mudblood." she felt herself being pushed away. She took out her wand.
"Lumos!" she called out. Malfoy repeated after her. They were in a small room. The walls were made of old warn dark brick, the roof leaked, and the smell of dirt and mold filled her nose. There were no windows. As she turned around she noticed the door to the room was barred like that of a prison cell. There were two beds, both made out of old rotting wood. Dead rats and bugs laid decomposing on the floor and under the beds.
"Where are we?" she repeated. She felt Malfoy pull on her robes. She looked at him. He wore an expression of fear on his face and pointed towards the door. A dementor peered at them from under it's hood.
"I think we're in Azakaban." she gasped.
"Expelliarmus!" called out a deep voice from behind the dementor, hidden in the blackness of the rest of the prison. Lucius Malfoy stepped out into view, still holding their glowing wands. He came into the cell, he lit one of the torches hanging from the wall.
"When we bought you this wand, Draco... we were under the impression that you would do great things for your family. When we sent you to Hogwarts, we were sure you were going to do great things. We've prepared you for this time, and AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US!" he yelled at his son.
"Father, I-"
"Shut up! When you never answered my letter, I figured you'd gone soft and went running to Dumbledore."
"I didn't, father."
"Don't you dare lie to me. You've softened yourself to filthy blood. We had the perfect plan, and you let this mudblood get to you!"
"She didn't get to me. I can't stand her. This has nothing to do with her, father."
"I have no son. You'll remain here until the Dark Lord requests to see you." and with that, Lucius left. Malfoy sat down on one of the beds.
"Draco..." Hermione didn't know what to say to him. Part of her was happy, Malfoy deserved this. But at the same time, she couldn't help feeling a bit bad for him.
"Shut up! This is your fault, Mudblood." Draco pushed her up against one of the walls. His hand pushing against her throat. She struggled to get free. With no magic, she was helpless.
"I should kill you right here." he pushed on her harder. She kneed him in the stomach.
"How is this my fault?" she managed to get out, gasping for breath.
"I don't know, it just is!" he yelled at her.
"Why did you go to Dumbledore? You should've known your father would find out eventually. He's right, maybe you have gone soft, Draco Malfoy."
"For your information, I ran to Dumbledore so that I could get in his good grace and find out your plans. My father knows that. Did you think it was by accident that we kept kissing?"
"What are you talking about?"
"My father knows what's going through my head at all times! God, you're supposed to be smart. He's a deatheater, Granger! He has control over me, whenever he wants."
"So you're telling me, your father put you under some sort of spell to kiss me. Malfoy, I think you've lost it. The reason you kissed me was because I messed up on a spell. I was trying to keep you awake so I casted a mood modifyer charm."
"So you casted a charm that was so good that it broke through the fact, THAT I CAN'T STAND YOU?! You mudbloods are so nieve. Don't be so narsisstic. You may be good, Granger, but you're not that good. Your charms won't work on me. I'm better than you. My father did it because he knew I'd hate it. He did it because he wanted me to do it. He wanted me to seduce you and get information out of you. When I refused, he took it upon himself, and i fought it. That's why he thinks I've gone soft. Honestly, I wouldn't care what happens to you, but the thought of having to seduce YOU makes me sick."
"You still didn't answer my question. Why did you go to Dumbledore? You didn't have to tell him about the letter. You could've easily made up a lie and gone to see Voldemort whenever you pleased."
"I may not like Dumbledore, but I know he's smarter than that. I know the reason for you tutoring me was so you could spy on me, like I was sent to spy on you. You really think I need help with my schoolwork? If I was that stupid, I wouldn't be a prefect. I'm a prefect because I'm smart. Obviously smarter than you, Granger."
"Harry was right about you. We didn't have any reason to trust you."
"Get over it. I didn't find out anything, that's why my father is furious." he rolled his eyes at Hermione.
"So are you a death eater?"
"That's not of your business. None of this is your business, so I don't even know why I'm talking to you. Now shut up. Leave me alone."
"Malfoy...?" Hermione muttered after they sat in silence for what seemed like an age.
"What?" he asked, annoyed.
"What is Voldemort going to do?"
"How the hell should I know?" he snapped at her.
"Well seeing as you two are buddy buddy, I thought you might know."
"Even if I did, why do you think I'd tell you?"
"Because you're just as scared as I am."
"Shut up. They won't do anything to me, I'm a pureblood. My father is one of his best servants. Maybe if I'm lucky, he'll let me be the one to kill you." he smirked.
"Well last time I checked, Lucius Malfoy said he had no son." she shot back.
Hermione entertained herself by thinking of every spell and charm she knew. Although she didn't have a wand, she felt it safer to have these things in the front of her mind, incase an opportunity to use them to escape arose. She watched Malfoy as he paced the room, sat back down on the bed, only to start pacing again moments later. She'd tried to speak to him a few more times, but he ignored her. Maybe he was doing the same thing she was doing? But she highly doubted that.
"So she's still alive I see. Then I stand by my word. You have gone soft." Lucius Malfoy commented as he came to fetch them. They were blindfolded and sent to Voldemort, led by other deatheaters. For a moment, Hermione wished she'd made an alliance with Malfoy, athlough she wasn't sure if it would've been a possibility. When they were unblindfolded, they found themselves in a room which looked a lot like a courthouse. At least fifty other deatheaters were watching with hunger on their faces. She knew that she was what they were craving. Her stomach turned. She glanced over at Malfoy who was playing it safe by not showing any fear or anger. Now more than ever, she wished they were on the same side. He returned the glance and smirked a bit.
"I am very dissapointed to see that you did not want to accept my offer, young Malfoy. And in turn you've hurt your father." Voldemort spoke. His voice sent a chill up Hermione's spine. Harry's faced him four times, she thought to herself.
"Your offer, though very tempting, was just not something I was able to do under the watchful eye of Albus Dumbledore, my lord. This mudblood here, is one of his spies. With her and Harry Potter breathing down my neck every where I went, it was just not a possibility." he replied calmly, glaring at Hermione for a moment.
"Lucius also tells me that you told Dumbledore about my offer. Why've you decieved me so?"
"He would've found out sooner or later. As foolish as it was for me to step out of line and not inform you, I felt I had no way to. I planned on telling Dumbledore, gaining his trust, and using it against him, my lord. With him thinking that I was on his side, I could perform your deeds under the old man's nose. My father here, doesn't have patience."
"That may be so, but he goes on to tell me that you refused to do what was needed in order to recieve the information I wanted. I understand your dislike for this filth, but you've betrayed me by disregarding my orders. Where does your loyalty lie, Draco Malfoy?" Voldemort raised his voice slightly.
"With you, my lord. I ask for forgivness."
"FORGIVENESS?! My forgiveness doesn't come easily. You may be young in years, but you're not young in mind. Many have betrayed me after serving me for years, fufilling my desires, yet still turning on me. I did not accept their appologies when I returned. What makes you think that I will accepted yous, when you couldn't even complete your first task?" Voldemort stood up and casted the Crucio curse on Malfoy. Hermione wanted to scream, but she couldn't find her voice. She was numb, she couldn't move.
"You will complete your task tonight. Now take them to their chamber." Voldemort turned away from them. Hermione and Malfoy were blindfolded and sent back down into the dungeons of Azkaban.
"What does he mean you're going to complete your task tonight?! Why didn't he address me? Tell me what's going on!" Hermione screamed at Malfoy. He just smiled at her, wickedly.
"Tell me! He knows that I already know about the task. He should know that I'm not going to tell you anything, no matter how cunning you try to be!"
"He let you know for a reason, Granger. What do you think he meant by it? I'm supposed to rape you and torture you, until you tell me everything you know about the order and their plans. Now we can do this the easy way and you can just tell me..or.." he moved close to her and kissed her passionatly.
"Get off me, Malfoy!" she screamed. He kissed her again and found his way up her skirt. She couldn't get out of his grasp, and she couldn't fight him. He isn't acting out of his own free will. She thought. Lucius must be controlling him. He even said he'd never touch her. She had to find a way to free Malfoy from his father.
"You don't like me, Draco. You even said you'd never touch me, I'm dirty blood. Your whole family will be shamed if you sleep with someone who isn't pureblood."
"Tell me what you know about The Order." he demanded, and bit into her neck. It wasn't working. What if she played along with it? Maybe it'd confuse Lucius.
Hermione kissed Malfoy back, wrapping her tongue around his. She ran her hands through his blond hair and moaned as he worked his hand up in her skirt. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her more passionatly. She got off him and went over to one of the beds. She laid their robes over it and began unbuttoning her shirt. She really didn't want to do this, but the thought of being forced to or being subjected to violence made refusing out of the question. Maybe Malfoy wouldn't remember once his father stopped controlling him. What if he stopped controlling him while they were doing something? She couldn't bear that thought, knowing Malfoy's hatred of her, but she had to protect the order.
Hermione pulled Malfoy over to her. She got onto the bed and he laid on top of her.
"Who's in The Order of the Phoenix?" he asked. She refused to answer, and managed to get her hands down his pants. A look of pleasure came over his face. She kissed his lips softly. He bit into her bottom lip, but not like he had in the Transfiguration classroom. He didn't draw blood, and he was more gentle with her. She climbed on top of him, hoping to take control of the situation. He wouldn't have it. He forced her down onto her back. He finished unbuttoning her shirt for her and kissed down her chest. Soon their clothes laid in a pile on the dirty, damp floor. They laid in each others arms, as he continued to kiss her lips and neck. She'd never done anything like this, and wasn't quite sure what to do. This would be her first experience, and it pained her slightly to be experiencing it with her sworn enemy.
"Have you done this before?" she asked him. He nodded as he kissed her.
"Of course you have...you're the Slytherin God..." she muttered to herself. He positioned himself on top of her and entered her. She did her best to not show her fear or pain as she began to meet his strokes. It was definatly something she'd never experienced before. A pleasure that had yet to be discovered. She couldn't think straight, her mind was swirling with emotions and ecstasy. She dug her nails into his back as they climaxed together. As they lay there gasping for breath, their sweating bodies wrapped up in their school robes, she looked at Malfoy. She was looking at him differently now, with pity, instead of hatred. He looked back at her.
"Would you please, just tell me about the order?" he asked, trying to catch his breath.
"I can't, Draco. I'm sorry." she replied, softly.
"I think he's waking up. Harry! Can you hear us? Harry!" and the light began to come back.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" she heard Malfoy say. She began to feel her way through the dark. Her hand landed on fabric. She recognized it immediatly as Hogwarts robes.
"Ron?"
"Get your hands off me, mudblood." she felt herself being pushed away. She took out her wand.
"Lumos!" she called out. Malfoy repeated after her. They were in a small room. The walls were made of old warn dark brick, the roof leaked, and the smell of dirt and mold filled her nose. There were no windows. As she turned around she noticed the door to the room was barred like that of a prison cell. There were two beds, both made out of old rotting wood. Dead rats and bugs laid decomposing on the floor and under the beds.
"Where are we?" she repeated. She felt Malfoy pull on her robes. She looked at him. He wore an expression of fear on his face and pointed towards the door. A dementor peered at them from under it's hood.
"I think we're in Azakaban." she gasped.
"Expelliarmus!" called out a deep voice from behind the dementor, hidden in the blackness of the rest of the prison. Lucius Malfoy stepped out into view, still holding their glowing wands. He came into the cell, he lit one of the torches hanging from the wall.
"When we bought you this wand, Draco... we were under the impression that you would do great things for your family. When we sent you to Hogwarts, we were sure you were going to do great things. We've prepared you for this time, and AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US!" he yelled at his son.
"Father, I-"
"Shut up! When you never answered my letter, I figured you'd gone soft and went running to Dumbledore."
"I didn't, father."
"Don't you dare lie to me. You've softened yourself to filthy blood. We had the perfect plan, and you let this mudblood get to you!"
"She didn't get to me. I can't stand her. This has nothing to do with her, father."
"I have no son. You'll remain here until the Dark Lord requests to see you." and with that, Lucius left. Malfoy sat down on one of the beds.
"Draco..." Hermione didn't know what to say to him. Part of her was happy, Malfoy deserved this. But at the same time, she couldn't help feeling a bit bad for him.
"Shut up! This is your fault, Mudblood." Draco pushed her up against one of the walls. His hand pushing against her throat. She struggled to get free. With no magic, she was helpless.
"I should kill you right here." he pushed on her harder. She kneed him in the stomach.
"How is this my fault?" she managed to get out, gasping for breath.
"I don't know, it just is!" he yelled at her.
"Why did you go to Dumbledore? You should've known your father would find out eventually. He's right, maybe you have gone soft, Draco Malfoy."
"For your information, I ran to Dumbledore so that I could get in his good grace and find out your plans. My father knows that. Did you think it was by accident that we kept kissing?"
"What are you talking about?"
"My father knows what's going through my head at all times! God, you're supposed to be smart. He's a deatheater, Granger! He has control over me, whenever he wants."
"So you're telling me, your father put you under some sort of spell to kiss me. Malfoy, I think you've lost it. The reason you kissed me was because I messed up on a spell. I was trying to keep you awake so I casted a mood modifyer charm."
"So you casted a charm that was so good that it broke through the fact, THAT I CAN'T STAND YOU?! You mudbloods are so nieve. Don't be so narsisstic. You may be good, Granger, but you're not that good. Your charms won't work on me. I'm better than you. My father did it because he knew I'd hate it. He did it because he wanted me to do it. He wanted me to seduce you and get information out of you. When I refused, he took it upon himself, and i fought it. That's why he thinks I've gone soft. Honestly, I wouldn't care what happens to you, but the thought of having to seduce YOU makes me sick."
"You still didn't answer my question. Why did you go to Dumbledore? You didn't have to tell him about the letter. You could've easily made up a lie and gone to see Voldemort whenever you pleased."
"I may not like Dumbledore, but I know he's smarter than that. I know the reason for you tutoring me was so you could spy on me, like I was sent to spy on you. You really think I need help with my schoolwork? If I was that stupid, I wouldn't be a prefect. I'm a prefect because I'm smart. Obviously smarter than you, Granger."
"Harry was right about you. We didn't have any reason to trust you."
"Get over it. I didn't find out anything, that's why my father is furious." he rolled his eyes at Hermione.
"So are you a death eater?"
"That's not of your business. None of this is your business, so I don't even know why I'm talking to you. Now shut up. Leave me alone."
"Malfoy...?" Hermione muttered after they sat in silence for what seemed like an age.
"What?" he asked, annoyed.
"What is Voldemort going to do?"
"How the hell should I know?" he snapped at her.
"Well seeing as you two are buddy buddy, I thought you might know."
"Even if I did, why do you think I'd tell you?"
"Because you're just as scared as I am."
"Shut up. They won't do anything to me, I'm a pureblood. My father is one of his best servants. Maybe if I'm lucky, he'll let me be the one to kill you." he smirked.
"Well last time I checked, Lucius Malfoy said he had no son." she shot back.
Hermione entertained herself by thinking of every spell and charm she knew. Although she didn't have a wand, she felt it safer to have these things in the front of her mind, incase an opportunity to use them to escape arose. She watched Malfoy as he paced the room, sat back down on the bed, only to start pacing again moments later. She'd tried to speak to him a few more times, but he ignored her. Maybe he was doing the same thing she was doing? But she highly doubted that.
"So she's still alive I see. Then I stand by my word. You have gone soft." Lucius Malfoy commented as he came to fetch them. They were blindfolded and sent to Voldemort, led by other deatheaters. For a moment, Hermione wished she'd made an alliance with Malfoy, athlough she wasn't sure if it would've been a possibility. When they were unblindfolded, they found themselves in a room which looked a lot like a courthouse. At least fifty other deatheaters were watching with hunger on their faces. She knew that she was what they were craving. Her stomach turned. She glanced over at Malfoy who was playing it safe by not showing any fear or anger. Now more than ever, she wished they were on the same side. He returned the glance and smirked a bit.
"I am very dissapointed to see that you did not want to accept my offer, young Malfoy. And in turn you've hurt your father." Voldemort spoke. His voice sent a chill up Hermione's spine. Harry's faced him four times, she thought to herself.
"Your offer, though very tempting, was just not something I was able to do under the watchful eye of Albus Dumbledore, my lord. This mudblood here, is one of his spies. With her and Harry Potter breathing down my neck every where I went, it was just not a possibility." he replied calmly, glaring at Hermione for a moment.
"Lucius also tells me that you told Dumbledore about my offer. Why've you decieved me so?"
"He would've found out sooner or later. As foolish as it was for me to step out of line and not inform you, I felt I had no way to. I planned on telling Dumbledore, gaining his trust, and using it against him, my lord. With him thinking that I was on his side, I could perform your deeds under the old man's nose. My father here, doesn't have patience."
"That may be so, but he goes on to tell me that you refused to do what was needed in order to recieve the information I wanted. I understand your dislike for this filth, but you've betrayed me by disregarding my orders. Where does your loyalty lie, Draco Malfoy?" Voldemort raised his voice slightly.
"With you, my lord. I ask for forgivness."
"FORGIVENESS?! My forgiveness doesn't come easily. You may be young in years, but you're not young in mind. Many have betrayed me after serving me for years, fufilling my desires, yet still turning on me. I did not accept their appologies when I returned. What makes you think that I will accepted yous, when you couldn't even complete your first task?" Voldemort stood up and casted the Crucio curse on Malfoy. Hermione wanted to scream, but she couldn't find her voice. She was numb, she couldn't move.
"You will complete your task tonight. Now take them to their chamber." Voldemort turned away from them. Hermione and Malfoy were blindfolded and sent back down into the dungeons of Azkaban.
"What does he mean you're going to complete your task tonight?! Why didn't he address me? Tell me what's going on!" Hermione screamed at Malfoy. He just smiled at her, wickedly.
"Tell me! He knows that I already know about the task. He should know that I'm not going to tell you anything, no matter how cunning you try to be!"
"He let you know for a reason, Granger. What do you think he meant by it? I'm supposed to rape you and torture you, until you tell me everything you know about the order and their plans. Now we can do this the easy way and you can just tell me..or.." he moved close to her and kissed her passionatly.
"Get off me, Malfoy!" she screamed. He kissed her again and found his way up her skirt. She couldn't get out of his grasp, and she couldn't fight him. He isn't acting out of his own free will. She thought. Lucius must be controlling him. He even said he'd never touch her. She had to find a way to free Malfoy from his father.
"You don't like me, Draco. You even said you'd never touch me, I'm dirty blood. Your whole family will be shamed if you sleep with someone who isn't pureblood."
"Tell me what you know about The Order." he demanded, and bit into her neck. It wasn't working. What if she played along with it? Maybe it'd confuse Lucius.
Hermione kissed Malfoy back, wrapping her tongue around his. She ran her hands through his blond hair and moaned as he worked his hand up in her skirt. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her more passionatly. She got off him and went over to one of the beds. She laid their robes over it and began unbuttoning her shirt. She really didn't want to do this, but the thought of being forced to or being subjected to violence made refusing out of the question. Maybe Malfoy wouldn't remember once his father stopped controlling him. What if he stopped controlling him while they were doing something? She couldn't bear that thought, knowing Malfoy's hatred of her, but she had to protect the order.
Hermione pulled Malfoy over to her. She got onto the bed and he laid on top of her.
"Who's in The Order of the Phoenix?" he asked. She refused to answer, and managed to get her hands down his pants. A look of pleasure came over his face. She kissed his lips softly. He bit into her bottom lip, but not like he had in the Transfiguration classroom. He didn't draw blood, and he was more gentle with her. She climbed on top of him, hoping to take control of the situation. He wouldn't have it. He forced her down onto her back. He finished unbuttoning her shirt for her and kissed down her chest. Soon their clothes laid in a pile on the dirty, damp floor. They laid in each others arms, as he continued to kiss her lips and neck. She'd never done anything like this, and wasn't quite sure what to do. This would be her first experience, and it pained her slightly to be experiencing it with her sworn enemy.
"Have you done this before?" she asked him. He nodded as he kissed her.
"Of course you have...you're the Slytherin God..." she muttered to herself. He positioned himself on top of her and entered her. She did her best to not show her fear or pain as she began to meet his strokes. It was definatly something she'd never experienced before. A pleasure that had yet to be discovered. She couldn't think straight, her mind was swirling with emotions and ecstasy. She dug her nails into his back as they climaxed together. As they lay there gasping for breath, their sweating bodies wrapped up in their school robes, she looked at Malfoy. She was looking at him differently now, with pity, instead of hatred. He looked back at her.
"Would you please, just tell me about the order?" he asked, trying to catch his breath.
"I can't, Draco. I'm sorry." she replied, softly.
"I think he's waking up. Harry! Can you hear us? Harry!" and the light began to come back.