Chapter Four: Draco the Traitor
"I wonder what had happened to Draco." Hermione wondered aloud. It was not much later, but seemed like it was. "Did you just say Malfoy's name?" Ron almost went totally ballistic. "Oh! No, of course not!" She lied. "Well, then what did you say?" She felt color coming to her cheeks and was embarrassed, although she knew that Ron couldn't see her face. "Oh, Ron! Will we ever get out?" She sighed hopelessly, expecting a 'no' from him. "Hey, I know a way we can get out!" "Really?" Hermione perked up and her back straightened. "How? I don't even know where we are, why we're here, or anything about this room expect where the door is!"
Ron chuckled and took her left hand in his own. "Come on, Hermione. I found a possible way out before you came. I've been here for probably a week, now so I've had loads of time. This place is actually a dark corridor parallel to the other one that you came from. It's a long walk to get out. You up to it?" She nodded, and then realized that it was impossible for him to see. She squeezed his hand lightly. "Yes. Let's start now." Standing, she let her hand leave the comfort of her friend's. "Are you sure? I mean, we can wait." He remained sitting. "No. I can't wait. We have to go right now." She tugged him up right when the door opened. Hermione squinted at whoever was there to see their face. She automatically clung to Ron. "We're leaving Hermione." The person drawled, and she immediately recognized his voice.
"Draco!" She was unaware that she had said his first name for the second time. And this time in front of him. They embraced each other, or rather Hermione did. He just stood there. "How did you get out? I thought that they might've killed you, or imprisoned you or something!" She smiled. This was all working out. "Don't worry about that. Just follow me. I think I know a way out." He pulled her softly. "Wait just a minute." Ron stepped into the picture. "Just where do you think you're going with Hermione, Malfoy?" They sensed the glares both men were shooting at one another. "I know a way out too. And Hermione's my friend so she's coming with me!" He yanked her arm back.
"Listen, Weasley. Don't mess with me. If you want to go your way, go ahead. Granger's coming with me. I own her and you have absolutely no right at all to take her from me. Now let go." Draco snarled pulling Hermione away from Ronald. He hugged her close as if to protect her, and made her follow him. "Wait! What about Ron! We can't just leave him to go by himself!" She complained and tried to get out of his hold.
Draco wouldn't let go and she continued to struggle. "Ron!" She shouted, but for some reason, he seemed to have left. He must've been aggravated and went his own way. She pounded on the blonde's arm, demanding for him to release her. All she got each time was a simple 'no', until they reached the door of the room they had come from. "Go." He ordered her and pushed her through. It was different now. "Where are we?"
The door behind them crashed shut and she was left alone with Draco. "What's happening?" Her voice quivered a little as the room started spinning around them. "Relax." Draco touched her arm, and she pulled away. She became dizzy and closed her eyes. She started to stagger about. He held her shoulders to steady her, and the spinning finally ceased. There was now a new door. This one stuck out like a sore thumb in the room. It was a blood red color. "We can go through here." He opened it and gestured for her to step inside. It looked pitch black. "Are you sure that's safe?" She didn't believe it was, and backed into the corner of the wall with fright. "I promise you." He said and carefully holding her arm as to not hurt her, led her in. The door closed loudly behind her and she wasn't sure if Draco had come in or not. "M-M-Malfoy?" She hugged herself and tried to see behind her. Stepping toward the door, she felt that the door was indeed closed and Malfoy had not come in at all.
When she turned around, blinding light shone in her face, and gradually became dimmer. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw that she was in an enormous room and looked around. It was made of stone, and was bare. With a deafening crack, Draco and a woman about his age stood in front of her. The woman was clinging to his arm and looking extremely smug. "Malfoy?" She looked at him in a confused way, and then to the woman standing beside him. "And you are…?"
"Oh, Granger. I just knew you wouldn't remember me. Considering how completely magnificent I look." She twirled a strand of curly black hair. "Pansy Parkinson. Remember? Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't. You were always a stupid girl." She giggled and looked up at Draco. "Is that right, darling?" He nodded and smirked. But when Hermione gazed into his eyes, they were clouded over, with no emotion. It was… strange. She ignored this because she'd never took a really good look at his eyes and always thought that they held no emotion. "Pansy!" Hermione gave a fake grin and her voice dripped with honey.
"Of course I remember you! The little slut that always ran after Draco and every boy in the school. You never really could get a good date." It was Hermione's time to smirk at each of them. "And you." She turned to face Draco. "Are her boyfriend?" Pansy nodded as though she was one of those muggle bobble-head dolls you get at a fast food restaurant. "We're going to be married soon enough. Drakie-poo just asked me to marry him." She giggled with delight. "Oh, please. Why would I care? I guess ugly and ugly go perfect together. And by the way, Pansy," She looked at Pansy. "Your face looks so demented with all that mascara and lipstick and makeup you put on it. Children would scream when they took a look at you."
Pansy gasped and felt her face. "They would not! You were always a snob, Granger. With that big, know-it-all head of yours." She sneered and turned along with Draco. "Come, Draco my sweetie. Let's go and leave this ugly girl to her torture. After all, we have time to go have some fun in your room." She gave another high-pitched giggle. "You're sick!" Hermione shouted at them before they disapparated.
Although she despised Malfoy with all her heart, she couldn't help but feel disappointed when Parkinson had announced their engagement. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling, wondering what she had meant by 'torture'. Then, an announcer's voice boomed into the room and said, "Please exit this room at the door on your right." There was a crackle, a click, and then silence. Hermione stood in the same spot, debating on whether or not to follow the directions. Finally, she decided to and walked to her right. There were three doors there. She had to go through them, but which one? One was pink and looked okay. Another was blue and had white polka dots on it. The last was black with splatters of red paint all over it and looked creepy. She contemplated on which door to choose. Her best bet, she thought, would be the pink or blue one. But then, she remembered something wise Dumbledore had told her at their graduation. "Looks can be deceiving." She whispered, and opened the black door. It was black, which didn't surprise her, and she entered. She found that everything was light and there were four identical white walls around her.
"Wrong room." The announcer's voice scoffed. "But I guess since you're in here, we'll have to use it. We haven't used this room in a long time. It shows one of your worst fears." There was a click, and silence again. The room dimmed just a bit and the wall in front of her lit up like a movie screen. A room that looked like it belonged to an ordinary house appeared. It looked pleasant enough, with a fireplace crackling in the center. "No!" A man grunted and fell to floor. His face was facing away from her, but she knew who he was by the blonde hair on his head.
Evil laughing came from a man that entered the scene. It looked like it was Voldemort. His wand was pointed to the poor man, but he rose to fight back. More screaming from the man as Voldemort performed the dreaded Cruciatus curse. The laughing continued until the writhing man turned over, showing the face of Draco Malfoy, and he lay still. His eyes stayed wide open in fear, and were completely blank. "Avada Kedavra!" A flash of light. He was dead.
Hermione was horrified by this gruesome show and was still staring at the wall when it disappeared and the room's lights were brighter again. "How was that my worst fear?" She shouted to no one. "This thing must be demented or something! I can't stand Malfoy!" She screamed. The announcer spoke again. "This room never lies." Hermione shivered although the room was rather warm. "Now leave the room to the door in front of you." She did as she was told and opened the door, preparing for the worst.
Author's Note: Whew! Now that was kind of hard to do. I usually start out with no ideas for my chapters and go along with everything and make it all up as I go. xD Anyway, please review!