a/n: well, it's only been over a year since i've written anything, and I thought that maybe i'd start up again.
do tell me your honest opinion! if you want to flame me, go for it! they will be used to roast some yummy marshmallows!!!


disclaimer: the talented J.K. Rowling owns everything. damn. i want draco.




THE PRICE OF LOYALTY



"Get out of here!" Harry yelled to the rest of the aurors. The Death Eaters were approaching fast to the

small cottage. Hermione was frantically trying to exit the miniscule window, only to find it locked tight.

Ron and Lavender had already left due to Harry barking orders at them. All four of them having completed their auror

training the previous week, they had retreated to a small cottage in a wooded forest area a couple of hours

outside London. They had expected to relax for a few days. Needless to say, this was not relaxing. There

was so many of them, it ws like a swarm of angry hornets. Except angry hornets weren't this scary. Harry

had decided that there were just too many. And that they should just do the smart thing, and run. Except

for Hermione. Unable to locate an exit, she huddled in the tiny closet, not making a sound. As the cottage

door was blasted in. She could hear their muffled footsteps and harsh voices. A gruff voice commented

that they should search the place before they torched it. Hermione felt an uncertain dread fill her heart.

What would they do once they found her? Torture her? Rape her? Kill her? Most likely the latter she

deduced. She drew her wand as she heard a person walking towards the closet, hoping she could stun

whoever it was, knowing full well that it was useless. For four fully trained aurors to run, she realized that

there had to be hundereds of them. As the door flew open and bright light shone on her prone form,

revealing her to them, she heard one word spoken by a low voice-

"Stupefy".



He slowly approached the cell where the girl was being kept. Nobody knew her exact identity, but

names had come up. Probably a random witch at the wrong place at the wrong time. She hadn't awoke

yet, which wasn't surprising. After he had stunned her, one of his worthless minions had dropped her on

her head when he was carrying her. Stupid oafs. He noticed her stirring and went into the cell. She

instictively reached into the wand-pocket in her robe, he noticed. Too bad he already had it. He drew it out

of his pocket.

"Looking for this?" he asked. She replied by lunging at him, only to be restrained by his remarkably strong

hands. He noticed a small scar on her left cheekone, in the shape of a crescent moon. He ran his thumb

roughly over it. He had made that scar himself, many years ago. Too bad too, he thought, to ruin such a

pristine face. He had lightly carved it on her face with a knife, forever etching it into her memory , and his

as well. There was only one person this could be. His worst enemy. One of the mystical three that had

killed his master, Lord Voldemort back on the same fatefull day he had given her that scar. It was none

other than Hermione Granger.



"Bastard!" she spat as she glared into this cruel man's eyes. His eyes were so vey familiar. They looked

like pools of mercury. As he flipped back the hood of his death eater robe, silvery-blonde hair tumbled into

his eyes. Hermoine gasped.

Malfoy.



She remembered. He had helped them against Voldemort. Or so they had thought. Until the

day that the Dark Lord had launched an attack on Hogwarts during their seventh year. Draco had

turned his back on them. And scarred her face.

"Lying fucking---" She was cut off as a gloved hand whipped across her face.

"That should teach you mudblood. And lying is the only thing that separates us from the beasts of

the wild."

Hermione mumbled something that Draco couldn't hear.

"What did you say bitch?" he snarled.

"What precisely are you going to do with me?" she said with a lump of fear in her throat.

He smiled as big as a cheshire cat, and just every bit as evil. With a malavolent glint in his eye, he

said in his smooth-as-silk voice, "you'll soon find out".

And with a swish of midnight black cloak, he turned and exited the cell.




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