Chapter 8 – "What a lovely reunion…"
Hermione sank down onto her knees and hid behind the nearest rock. She knew she needed to do something, but she didn't know what she could do. Katie had left as well rushing to Ron's help in getting rid of the bodies. This left her feeling alone, it didn't shock her thought, she was used to feeling all alone.
The war had been going on for weeks now, and more people were dying, she had seen no familiar faces and she hadn't had anything to eat except some bread. She heard some news, Fred had gotten his leg cursed off, and George was severely injured. Everyone else seemed fine, but she had heard no word on Harry.
"Well, well, well…" a cold, drawling voice said. Hermione's back went rigid, and her mouth dried. "What do we have here, a mudblood? All alone?" the person sneered. "Maybe it's because YOU LEFT ME, YOUR BOYFRIEND!" the voice screeched. Hermione turned to look and sure enough, it was Malfoy.
"Please, don't do anything to me, I was scared and I don't want to be with you." Hermione cried out. He swiftly kicked her, which caused her to scream in pain. Hermione stood up then, still in terrible pain, and began to speak. This time her voice was brave, and not begging or scared. "I am not your girlfriend, nor will I ever be again, Malfoy."
"Ah… what a lovely reunion." A second person cackled. Hermione stopped talking abruptly, because she knew to whom the voice belonged. "I was hoping we would meet, Ms. Granger? I must say, after leaving Malfoy you seem terribly alone, mudblood." The voice icily stated. Hermione turned to the voice, and was not surprised to look into the face of Voldemort.
"Well I must say I do not share your want in meeting." Hermione spat. She looked him up and down, and she immediately regretted her last statement. "Yeah, she's too good for you anyway." A strong voice called out. Hermione smiled and turned to look at him. Harry Potter, thank God!
Hermione heaved a sigh of relief and looked back at Voldemort. "Malfoy, hold her down please…" the Dark Lord instructed. Malfoy did as he was told and pushed her down hard onto the rock. She winced in pain and Harry grew angrier by the second. Voldemort walked over and dripped the clear liquid into her mouth.
Harry knew what the liquid was; Snape had used it on Barty Crouch Jr. in his 4th year. "Why Verita-whatever?" Harry inquired coldly. "I think it will make things interesting Potter, let's get some information out of her before we kill her."
Hermione gasped and tears began to roll down her face. "Ms. Granger, do you love Draco Malfoy?" the Dark Lord asked. "No." Hermione answered truthfully, "I hate him." She added. "Is it true that Harry Potter plans on killing me?" Hermione laughed at the question he had just asked, "Yes, I believe so. I pray he does." Voldemort spun around and got right up close to her face, "Is it true that you are in love with Harry Potter?" She looked at Voldemort, and then at Harry whose eyes were on her. "Yes, I do love him." She admitted.