A/N: FINALLY! It only took me a few months to update. . .heheh, sorry bout that. Anyways, this chapter has sooo many developments, and the plot takes a turn for the best for our dear hermione, but no fear, there is still much pain and suffering ahead for her Evil cackle
Enjoy!
Chapter 12: A new beginning, she thinks
"Hermione?"
A familiar hissing came through the bars. Groggily squinting her eyes, Hermione felt pain shoot through every inch of her body. Her legs, chest, arms, ribs. . .the pain was so intense it took a fewmoments before Hermione had her breath back. Attempting to ignore the throbbing pain, she gingerly struggled into a sitting position.
"Hermione?" The hiss came again. Annoyance apparent on her face, she glanced towards the bars. . .and promptly lost consciousness.
Draco's good mood had lasted several days, in fact, it was still there. Perhaps it was the fact that Hermione still lay unconscious in the dungeons, perhaps it was the fact he had been promoted to head of the Search for the Rebels. Either way, he was in a very cheerful mood when he received some very disturbing news.
A deafening knock at his large, oak door interrupted his thoughts on a struggling, squirming Mudblood, face wrought with pain.
"What?" Irritation was evident in his voice. A short Death Eater stepped tentatively into the room. Draco looked at him expectantly, trying to keep his visit to his office as short as possible.
"Mister M-Malfoy, Sir?" Dread and fear was apparent in his quivering voice.
"Yes?" He replied icily.
"Lucius asked me to- to tell you…" he stuttered. "Well, you- you see, it seems. . ."
"Spit it out, Man!" shouted Draco. He wasn't really upset, slightly annoyed, but not upset. He enjoyed intimidating lower ranking Death Eaters.
"It seems as though Miss Granger has. . .has escaped, Sir, there is no hide nor hair, she seems to have just simply…disappeared." Those words hit him like a ton of bricks. Escape? How? This is Azkaban! No one can escape! How is this possible? He was just beginning his torture, making her pay for all those years…and she gets the better of him! Outsmarted him, she did. This angered Draco more than anything.
"Take me to my Father." He spoke those words with such intense and angry venom that the small man cowered and scurried off, presumably to Lucius' office.
Hermione woke in unfamiliar surroundings. Panicking slightly, she sat up. And immediately laid back down on the soft comfort of a mattress that was below her, the pain was too intense. Wait, a mattress? Thinking back, she tried to remember how she'd gotten here.
The last memory Hermione had, was waking up in the dungeon and seeing…
Remus Lupin.
Unbelievable joy flooded through her. It seemed, as if all at once, her dreams had come true. Partially at least. She had been rescued. . .right?
Bearing the pain, she sat up and glanced around the room. It was dark, but she could make out the light flooding through the door frame. Making her way agonizingly towards the door, she thrust it open and stumbled through it.
The sight that she beheld caused her fall to her knees sobbing uncontrollably.
Around a rickety, old, and enormous table sat about twelve people. At one end, sat a bunch of chattering witches, who were consulting what seemed to be blue prints. At the other end sat Professor McGonagal and Professor Flitwick who were looking stern as they observed the occupants of the room. In the corner, sitting and laughing uproariously, sat one Harry Potter, along with a cross-legged Ginevra Weasley, Lee Jordan, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnegan.
Hearing sobs, Ginny looked up, slightly confused. Joy spread over her features and she rushed over to the sobbing form that was Hermione. Harry then stood, and made his way cautiously over to the two girls. Gently pushing Ginny aside, he took the weeping Hermione into his arms, rubbed her back, and intended never to let go again.
Draco, was furious. She can't just disappear off an isolated island that was crawling with Death Eaters, it simply didn't work that way. She had to have had outside help…
Draco had been put in charge of the search for Hermione. She was much too valuable for them to lose. She knew half of the Dark Lords plans, the layout of the Malfoy Manor and Azkaban, who is who as far as ranking goes. . .she knows everything a Death Eater did, simply by being around at the right times. The Dark Forces could not have that information being leaked out to the few Rebellions that they had not squished out by now.
Especially since Dumbledore was still at large, Draco waged that the old geezer had a lot to do with Hermione Grangers escape. There was one million Galleons on his head, which was a great chunk of money; Draco was thinking that if they put a price on Hermione's head, dead or alive, maybe someone would turn her in. 'Though,' Draco thought, 'preferably alive, she'll have to go through my own personal form of punishment.'
In fact, Draco had a list of horrible things he would like to do to hermione once he found her. It was the thing that was driving him to get her, to find her, to teach her. . .
Draco Malfoy hates Hermione Granger because she is everything he was taught to loathe. She was perfect, the very essence of good and innocence. She is a loyal friend, someone you can trust; someone who doesn't judge you for your heritage, or what you look like… Draco could see the bloody halo on her head as he thought about it. And what really got to him was that she had beat him in nearly every subject at Hogwarts, and she was a filthy Mudblood, scum of the earth.
Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were complete opposites, and he hated her.
Is there really a fine line between love and hate?
A/N: DON'T WORRY! DRACO IS NOT GOING SOFT! There will be NO random Draco loves Hermione and sacrifices blablabla…no. But things are looking up for Hermione eh? See how long that lasts…
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Draco: What the hell? Why'd you do that? Life was getting good!
Hermione: Because, jackass, she LOVES me!
Draco: Does not!
Hermione: Does too!
Harry: I'm back, uh huh, uh huh does little dance
Me: I am going insane.