Stuck in Love
Summary: Harry really is going to get Ron killed one of these days.
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Chapter Sixteen:
Hermione struggled against the chains that were keeping her connected to the brick wall behind her. She let out a frustrated scream and bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying. No, she wouldn't give Lucius the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
"Having troubles are we?" His voice broke the silence and reverberated against the empty walls.
"Stay away from me." She sneered, glaring at him with her big, brown eyes.
"Who are you to make demands? You're chained to a wall." Lucius bent down and got in her face. "Maybe if you did me a favor and asked nicely, I'd let you go."
"Go. To. Hell." Hermione snapped, spitting in his face.
Lucius didn't hesitate to slap her across the face with the back of his hand. "Try that again and we'll see what else happens to that pretty little face of yours."
"Keep me locked up in here and we'll see if you're ugly little face of yours ever sees daylight again." Hermione retorted.
Lucius stood up quickly and walked out of the dungeon, slamming the door behind him. Hermione chuckled. "Hah, I won that time...bastard." She mumbled, trying to get her wrists free so she could escape.
She looked around for something to use, but only saw the rocks in the walls. She silently wished she had stayed in dinner for just a little while longer. But that was pointless. She was trapped now. No need wishing she had done things differently.
Hermione closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the cool dampness of the wall. She slowly began to relax her body, starting with her feet and working upwards. Maybe she could relax her hands out of their restraints...
"What are you doing? Don't do that." A small voice whispered.
Hermione saw a flash of blonde hair and gasped a bit, seeing Narcissa kneeling down in front of her. "What are you doing here? If he catches you--"
"He won't. Drink this." Narcissa held a goblet up to Hermione's lips.
"Just free me."
"I can't. He'll know and then we'll both be in trouble. Just drink this. Trust me." Narcissa looked directly into Hermione's eyes. "If he does to you what I think he wants to, you're going to wish you had."
Hermione gulped and nodded slightly. "Okay." She opened her mouth slightly and let Draco's mother tip the liquid into her mouth. It tasted sweet, like strawberries and cream, but it made her extremely drowsy.
"Find Draco...tell him..." She whispered softly before she fell asleep.
"I will. Somehow." Narcissa whispered, brushing away a piece of Hermione's hair and leaving her alone in the dungeon.
She headed back up to her bedroom. She knew she couldn't go to Snape, not anymore. He was part of the reason her son and Hermione were in danger. She couldn't just leave and go to Hogwarts. Lucius would know and kill Hermione instantly. But maybe...just maybe she could send Dumbledore a message without getting caught.
Narcissa sat down at her desk and started to write a letter to Dumbledore, inserting an encrypted code into it.
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Harry and Ron didn't sleep that night. They were too worried about Hermione. So when the sun started to shine through the window, they were instantly up and dressed.
"Hermione would probably be shocked that we were up this early." Ron commented as the friends left the common room.
"We'll see when we get to her room." Harry responded, not jumping ahead of himself. He had this gut feeling that something happened last night. His big worry was that Hermione was hurt or something.
"Wait, do you know the password?" Ron asked, looking over at his best friend.
"Course I do." Harry replied, walking up to the portrait and giving it the password.
"How come Mione didn't give me the password?"
"Probably afraid you'd come and rape her or something." Harry chuckled at Ron's expression and shook his head. "Kidding."
"Hermione?" Ron called out, shooting Harry one last glare. "Hey Mione!" He looked at Harry solemnly. "Her bed wasn't slept in."
"Maybe Draco knows where she is?" Harry suggested.
Ron shrugged. "Might as well ask." The duo left the room. "But if they're going at it when we walk in, I'm going to hex you."
"Hey guys. What are you doing here?" Neville asked.
"Looking for Hermione. What are you doing here?"
"She's not in her room?" Neville frowned. "But she was supposed to be. Unless she's with Draco. But I just figured they'd be in her room."
"'They'? What do you mean 'they', Neville?" Harry questioned, glancing at Ron through the corner of his eye.
"Draco and Hermione."
"Obviously, but why would they be in her room?"
"She didn't tell you about the potion Snape made that would turn Draco's dreams into his memories?"
Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows and shook their heads. "No," they answered simultaneously.
"Oh. Well that's why I thought they'd be together."
Ron sighed. "Would explain why she was Ms. Bitch the other night."
"Ron." Harry scolded slightly.
"What?"
Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, turning his attention to Neville. "Is Draco in his room?"
"I...I don't know. M...maybe we could ask someone?"
"Oh yes, Neville, that'll go over quite well. We'll just walk up to Crabbe or Goyle and ask them if the traitor is in his room. We won't get hurt or anything." Ron replied sarcastically.
Harry smirked. "I think that's the first time you've ever had a good idea in your life, Ron. Let's go." He responded, heading for the Great Hall, where breakfast had just begun.
"Bloody hell...Harry really is going to get me killed." Ron muttered under his breath as he reluctantly followed.
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When Hermione woke up, pain burned through out her body and she realized how right Narcissa Malfoy was. Lucius had probably raped and beat her while she was unconscious. That stupid asshole, she thought as she tugged some more on the chains around her wrists.
"I swear when I get out of these damn chains I'm gonna--"
"'Gonna' what, mudblood?" Lucius questioned from the doorway.
"Kill you." She finished, narrowing her eyes at him.
Lucius let out a quick, evil laugh. "I'd like to see you try."
Hermione tilted her head to the side and smirked. "All right. Let me out of these damn chains and I will." She could have sworn she saw a quick wave of fear flash into his eyes.
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not letting you out. At least, not yet."
"What do you want from me, Lucius?" She asked, finally. "If it's to dump Draco, you might as well kill me because I'll never do that."
"You're the reason why my family has gone to hell. So you're going to pay."
Hermione shook her head. "No, Lucius. You're the reason you're family has gone to hell." She leaned back against the wall, letting her eyes close a bit. "But don't worry, you'll pay in the end."
She heard the door slam shut behind him and smirked a bit. She just needed to buy the boys time. Maybe then...maybe then they could save her before Lucius Malfoy decided to end her life. Maybe...
Upstairs in Malfoy Manor, Narcissa was watching Draco's owl fly away into the distance, with a very important letter attached to its leg...
in a booming announcer's voice Will the letter reach someone in time to save Hermione? Will Draco find a way of getting to her? Is Harry really going to get Ron killed one of these days?
Haha, that's fun.