It has been so long! I am so sorry for the utterly and completely disgusting break… the thing was that I was faced by a HUGE writer's block…it was really tough, trying to cook up how Draco would react in this chapter…but I finally have all my thought penned down…so sit back and enjoy…!!
CHAPTER 30
Draco sat down on the edge of the bed.
There was something surreal about the whole situation. He was sitting in his room, his lips swollen and aching, and his face covered in blood, with Hermione towering over him, her wand in her hand. She was breathing deeply, and her face was contorted with fury. She seemed to be on the brink of insanity. He took a deep breath, trying to think of where to begin.
'How about when you because a Death eater,' Hermione snarled, as if reading his mind.
He looked up at her, trying to think of something to say.
'I- I never wanted to be a Death eater,' he said, softly.
Hermione's eyes narrowed. 'I'm not going to react to that. Just go on.'
Draco sighed.
'All right. My father has been a Death eater for a long time. He was always a follower of Lord Voldemort's. He trusted and respected him, but always, at the back of his mind, I sensed something more- some small craving for power, half-formed thoughts of over-powering the Dark Lord and snatching the position for himself. They were foolish dreams. My father was no where even near as powerful as Lord Voldemort. In truth, despite his cold veneer, and intimidating attitude, he was always a somewhat weak, power-hungry person. He had money in his pockets and just rattling it gave him power, but not real power. I always thought that he was the dark Lord's right hand man, and that he had power unimaginable. Now it turns out, he was just a pawn on the chessboard. He was a cover- for someone else it turns out.'
He paused and glanced at her. She was looking intently at him. He seemed to have touched some rationally thinking part of her brain, for her breathing was slowing down.
'I don't know his name, or who he is. He always remains a secret. All of us- the death eaters- met him only after my father's arrest. The Dark Lord introduced him as "The True Right hand Man.''. A man from the shadows, who had been lying behind the flimsy cover that was my father. A decoy that was what he was used for this. This man- he was the mastermind behind most of the Death eater attacks and launches. He was- well, a spy.'
'You haven't' mentioned the main thing,' Hermione said, coldly. 'The part where you come in dressed in a Death eater hood.'
Draco winced.
'Believe me when I say that I never wanted to be one. But- I had no choice, to tell you the truth. Both my parents were Death eater's, though my mother got out of much better than my father did. She's a very powerful woman, and is, I believe, very close to Lord Voldemort. It was just assumed that I would become one, and after Voldemort's return, and my father's arrest, I was marked and started. I went through- extremely painful times…which I never dreamed that I would experience…'
'Don't talk about it,' Hermione said, and for the first time that night, Draco sensed a part of the old, gentle Hermione in her voice. As opposed to the one who was pulling blood from his body.
'Well, after I went through the whole process I because a fully fledged Death eater and I found out about all the new projects. And as it happened, I was keyed into the main one. The Right Hand Man had a plan. One that would make us more powerful than ever before.'
'What was it?' Hermione demanded.
'Years back,' Draco said, 'Some of the Inner Circle Men has stolen something extremely valuable from the Department of Ministries. There was some deep infiltration going on, some top spies working at that department…but they managed to steal-.'
'A Death Repel,' Hermione breathed.
He jerked his head up. 'What- what? How did you know?'
'What do you think urged me to read your diary?' Hermione asked, coolly.
Draco frowned. 'You read my diary?'
'As a matter of fact,' Hermione said, unsmilingly. 'I also happened to notice that not fucking once was I mentioned in it!'
'That's because I love you!' Draco said, in a fervent voice.
'Stop throwing that shit at me,' Hermione snarled. 'And go on with your story.'
Draco shrugged, but a fiery pain shot through his shoulders, so he desisted.
'The Right Hand man decided that he could come up with a new version of the Death Repel…which he could make from the old one that we had stolen, and certain herb he found in the Forbidden Forests of Hogwarts. After this was done, he conveniently arranged an attack on the ministry, and "dropped" the old one. We no longer needed it. The world was in the palm of our hands.'
'A pleasant situation,' Hermione said, dryly. Draco did not take the bait. Instead, he continued.
'Do you know how much I hated it? How horrible it was to have to do whatever the Dark Lord said though I knew it was wrong? And then- you came into the picture. I felt so angry with Fudge, that pompous ass. As if my life wasn't hell enough, he throws you into it. We got married, and I thought nothing of it except I would have to share living space with you. But mother- she saw deeper, much deeper.'
'What do you mean?' Hermione asked, frowning.
'She decided you were here as a ministry spy. That you were here to spy on us. I never agreed with her in the beginning. But then- well she pointed out something that- kind of- well- hell, Mya, are you a ministry spy?'
His voice resounded with sudden anger Hermione looked slightly taken aback.
'I'm not a spy,' she snapped. 'And I think you have absolutely no reason to-.'
'You didn't answer my question,' Draco said.
Hermione frowned.
'Draco Malfoy! All this time you've been spying, lying low, and-.'
'And leaving you messages in the hope that you'd somehow help whichever cause you were supporting against that low-lying filth that some people call Lord Voldemort,' Draco hissed, his voice filled with venom. It was a startling mood change. 'How difficult do you think it was to steal the bleeding ring from the Cave of Darkness and smuggle it here to you, put all those protection spells on it so that the Dark Lord wouldn't find out and kill me on the spot? As it is, I'm in huge trouble because now they've figured out there's a traitor in their midst. God, Hermione. Sometimes, you make me sick. I can't imagine why I love you.'
With sudden strength he grabbed the wand from her hand, and before she could react, he flung it away into a corner of the room. Then he strode out of the room. The door shut with a resounding bang behind him.
New Chapter- I felt so horrible writing it, but this is what you get!
Oh and I got a couple of reviews telling me that the way Hermione acted in the last chapter was extraordinary, and something she would never, ever do. While I completely agree with the former (it was definitely extraordinary!) I disagree with the last. Imagine that you find out that your boyfriend/girlfriend is actually plotting to kill you (God Forbid.)? How horrible do you think that would be? Sometimes when we're faced with surreal situations (and I think this would definitely come in the surreal category), we act in ways that no one ever would imagine. Did any of us think that cool-calm-composed Hermione would loose her head in her third year and slap Malfoy? But the point is, she did. And looking at the current circumstances, all I can say is that there are going to be some extreme mood swings in the next few chapters…but that doesn't stop the fun, does it?
