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The house elf whimpered but remained still.
"So you helped the mudblood get out…who helped you get in?" he asked.
The little creature pursed his lips to emphasize he was not going to speak.
"Leave…" Hermione stood up gasping. "Leave him alone, Malfoy. Pick on someone your own size"
"Oh, I intend to" he glanced at her. "As soon as I know who to go after" he shook the helpless little creature and when he stopped felt Dobby tremble in his hands.
"Dobby is a free elf, he does not have to answer" he replied.
"Yes, Dobby is free to deny my requests…however" he looked over at Granger. "I can keep you here and make you watch while I torture the mudblood to death"
Dobby's eyes widened further in terror.
"Don't listen to him Dobby, he won't do it" she called to him. "Harry wouldn't want you to tell Malfoy anything"
With a flick of his wand Dobby was trapped inside ice. He placed the house elf on the table. Hermione raised her chin when Malfoy turned to her. She could see Dobby's little eyes moving from side to side, inside his transparent cage.
"Alright, then Granger" the two of them were facing each other now. "Your turn"
Hermione smiled faintly, ready for the challenge. "Let's go Malfoy"
He had to control his emotions. He had to focus and feel exactly what he wanted Granger to show him. It was need, it was something needed. He needed the information, he needed to know how the elf had been let in and by whom and at the time Granger had needed to escape. With a deep breath he let himself feel need. Malfoy mumbled the incantation and felt himself pulled inside her mind.
"Fuck!" Granger hissed when the chair she had thrown at the window bounced back to her. Hermione growled and covered her face. "I'm going to get you guys out. I swear it" she cried out.
Composing herself she turned to the door. He could tell that she had been down that path already.
'Pop!' the little sound startled her.
"I'm here to help Hermione Granger, so she can help Harry Potter" the little elf stated valiantly.
"Oh dear lord!" a sense of relief washed over her face. "Please, we must do this fast. Malfoy could return any minute"
"Dobby will…"
There was silence. Malfoy looked around the room, as if someone had turned off the sound.
"Bloody hell Granger!" he growled and concentrated harder.
"There is a passage that will lead…"
Everything went dark.
Malfoy stumbled back out of Hermione's memory, into the room where Granger was sitting across him.
"My turn Malfoy!" Granger hissed.
"How did Dobby get in?" Malfoy asked before Hermione could avoid the question.
Hermione smiled and began to answer the question, but as Malfoy feared he was not able to get the response before she pushed into his mind.
"Finally" Lord Voldemort smiled. "Harry Potter"
Hermione watched Harry stand his ground. He was wandless, surrounded by death eaters. Ron was on the floor, wounded. They were making their last stand.
"I will take great pleasure in doing this" Voldemort smiled.
Hermione saw Malfoy standing behind Voldemort. He looked like he was pre-occupied with something else.
"Cruccio" Voldemort cast the curse.
Harry doubled over in pain, but surprisingly so did Voldemort. The spell broke almost immediately.
"Ah, Riddle, you were going to torture me to death?" Harry stated in a arrogant voice, the surprise from the crowd feeding his courage. "Tsk, tsk, that won't do"
All of the wizards in the room were dumbfounded. Hermione saw a few take a small step back. She could read it in their faces…'was he truly invinsible?'
Malfoy stepped up, wand raised, pointed at Harry.
"What are you up to Potter?" he asked.
"Nothing" Harry smiled.
"We have your mudblood" he threatened. "She's still alive. She's in my keep…and the best part is she can still feel"
Harry's smile faded. The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
"Afraid to try to kill me, Malfoy?" Harry asked. "Your father almost succeeded? Want to try your luck?"
Malfoy smiled faintly. "You want me to kill you for a reason. It wont bounce back at me…I saw you cast it breathlessly a few seconds ago"
"You do keep your eye on me, Malfoy. I can honestly say I'm flattered, not interested but flattered" Harry taunted.
Voldemort stood up, regaining his composure with the assistance of Bellatrix.
"It is a binding spell" Voldemort announced.
Harry smiled.
"But the prophesy says…" Voldemort seemed genuinely unnerved.
"Fuck the prophesy. I am more powerful than fate and than you, apparently" Harry told Voldemort, staring defiantly into his eyes. "One cannot live without the other, Riddle. How do you like that one?"
Hermione fell back into the room. Malfoy had broken the spell.
"Who is Dobby's contact?" Malfoy asked breathlessly.
"Rockwood" she answered unable to control the automatic response to his spell. She kept her hands on his wand, keeping him from breaking the spell. They were both too exhausted, however to fight too hard.
He fell forward on to her and they were in a memory again.
Malfoy was kissing Pansy. The two were breathless, the bed-sheets on the floor, pillows everywhere.
"And here I thought we were over" she mumbled.
"We are" he replied moving away from her.
"Who is it that keeps you so preoccupied?" Pansy asked watching him.
Hermione averted her eyes when Malfoy stood up to reach for his pants. His body was lean, slim and well defined. His blond hair fell on his eyes, he was turned from Pansy, clear in view of Hermione.
"I'm very busy with real life issues, Pansy. Why do you always assume its another woman?" he asked.
"Cause you have always been busy" she replied stretching lazily on the bed. "But lately…there is something else in your mind"
"Is your mother passing on her legilimency knowledge on you again?" he asked with a sigh.
Pansy smiled. "Please, Draco, its not like I have anything for you. We're just friends and friends don't keep secrets"
"Wrong" he turned to her as he tucked his shirt in. "Best friends don't keep secrets…you and I are not quite that close"
"Well, I know you were thinking of someone else while we were in bed. You really do leave yourself far too open when you're being 'intimate'" she said the last word sarcastically.
"Ah, Pans" he leaned on the bed and kissed her. "How could I not thrust myself open before such a warm and emotional woman as you. You make go all soft and mushy inside. Can't keep it within me"
"You can keep that within me as often as you like" she teased reaching for his crotch. "As long as you tell me who it is you see when you close your eyes. I'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours"
"Doubt it would be of much interest to me…and plus, I'm bloody exhausted"
"She's missing out on an amazing treat. I don't know why you don't let her know…wait, she's not Zabini's mother is she?" Pansy asked.
"Later Pans"
Hermione was on her back. Malfoy's lips were pressed against hers. He pushed away suddenly when he saw where he truly was and finished the spell.
"Hurts doesn't it, Malfoy?" she asked.
Draco said nothing. He was silent. They were both weak now. He was leaning against a chair. Pansy had been killed during the raid. She had been a casualty…an innocent casualty.
"So you lost your love too" Hermione smiled.
"Didn't love Parkinson" he replied. "Just want to silence that little rumor before it starts. Don't think you've found some kind of weak spot"
"No? Then why are you so unnerved?" she asked. "You're..you're looking paler than usual" she laughed.
Hermione stood up with great effort. Malfoy caught his breath, still staring at her but said nothing.
"What?" she asked. "A little too much for you?"
Why was she being so cruel? He wondered. Suddenly it smacked him deep in the chest. He felt weak. He needed to get out. Quick!
"Where are you going?" she pulled him by the arm. "Going to try to figure out how you're going to plug that leaky wall of betrayal? Traitors are all around you"
Her words were searing. He felt alone.
"I saved your life, Granger" he mumbled.
"You think you did me a favor?" she shouted gripping him with hatred. "I am a trapped by a wizard who isn't even worthy of kissing my fiancée's shoes. A wizard that my best friend would walk all over without even trying. You are worthless, you are nothing. You are worse than death"
He pulled away from her. Staring at as if he had never seen her before.
"It was me" she whispered suddenly realizing something. "It was me that you saw when you fucked Pansy"
Malfoy was horrified, shaking inside, but he did not show it. Years of learning how to hide his emotions paid off.
"Aaahh, Malfoy" she cooed. "You should have told me sooner. I wouldn't have ever dreamed of being with Ron if I knew I could have someone like you" she broke into laughter.
"Bitch" he pulled his arm free.
"Don't give yourself so much credit, mudblood. I have you here because I need to know how to break the spell" he told her.
"Is that all?" she mocked. "Because you better decide soon. Do you want to fuck me or kill me, Malfoy? You better do it soon because I am not staying in this cage much longer. I rather be dead than be trapped in here while they are out there"
"Believe me, Granger, you soon won't have much reason to keep living" he left her, locking the door behind him.
His chest was pounding as he leaned on the door. His forehead pressed against the heavy, enchanted door. The pressure was increasing, the pressure was getting to him. He knew what it felt like now, to be submersed in a moment, to relive a moment and then to have it brutally torn from you. He didn't love Pansy, he never had, but she had been his closest friend. She had been the only person he had ever felt he could completely trust. He now truly knew what it felt like to feel alone.
A second of panic and he forced himself to regain composure. The mudblood had unnerved him. She had gone right through him but he had a lot to do and didn't have time for that nonsense. Malfoy was going to gather his Captains. There was some housekeeping business he had to tend to.