Never Yet Forever

Disclaimer:

Tammy runs her long, slender fingers over toned body of Draco Malfoy… 'You're all mine… I wish.' Nothing here's mine, except the plot… and maybe dreams of a topless Draco. 0)

From Last Time:

'He's not dead.' Just with those words and eye contact, they knew what Harry wanted, and so Hermione levitated Draco's body, and cast a disillusionment charm on him, and walked slowly and steadily to the bike.

Chapter 2: It's ok, he's not dead

All he could feel was excruciating pain inside of him, as the unforgivable curse was repeatedly cast on him. Lying on the cold cement floor, all he could do was glare hatefully at the man he called 'father'.

'You failed me, boy. You weren't supposed to allow Snape the pleasure of killing that muggle loving fool. You dishonor me… Crucio! You didn't obey me from the start… You came up with that stupid vanishing cupboard scheme, which allowed the element of surprise, yes, Crucio! But you forgot about those stupid Order people. You blew our cover, Crucio, and endangered our family's lives with the dark lord. How dare you face him again? How dare you face ME again?'

Unsure of what to do or say, Draco just stood up and remained silent.

'Had enough son? You are no son of mine. You are a disgrace to our whole line of pureblooded wiza - ' before Lucius could finish however, A small blond woman ran in to the cold and dark dungeon, knocking Draco over, pushing back onto the ground.

'Stop this at once Lucius! He is our son! How can you do this to him? I've always just stood by and watched, but today, I can't let you do this to him. I've had enough!' turning to Draco with heavy, liquid tears flowing down her face, Narcissa said, 'Draco, I'm sorry for never stopping this man from hurting you. Then, I was truly powerless. I love you son…'

'Stop that foolish babbling of yours woman! Or I would be forced to kill this… son of ours.' Lucius said in a cold, demeaning tone.

'No! Don't you see? You've been so blind Lucius! You and Bella! You always follow what that creature tells you to do! Will you not follow your heart? I'm not going to allow my own son to die the way so many have died… cowardly cowering behind that stupid creature, only being killed by the very thing that promised him power. No, I wont let you do this. He is MY son!'

'Move, woman. That 'creature' as you're calling him, is my master, the almighty dark lord. Bellatrix and I are his forever loyal servants Narcissa. Now that you've insulted him, I cannot allow your wishes to be accommodated, I've warned you…' turning to face Draco, Lucius aimed his wand with precision, ' Avada Keda - '

Before the words were completely out of Lucius's mouth, Narcissa ran in front of Draco, dropping his wand and a shrunk bag into his pocket, whispering 'I love you son… take care of yourself, make the right decisions, and never follow in your father's footsteps…trasporto a sicurezza1'

With that, a glowing, yellow hollow orb of light surrounded Draco's crouching form and lifted him off the ground, and the last thing Draco saw, was a green jet of light, hitting his mother from behind, causing her to slump forward, in a deadly faint.

'NO!' yelled Draco, before he blacked out and was transported by the light orb out of Malfoy Manor, into muggle England.

'My head hurts… my whole body is aching… but… I'm on… a couch? Where am I…?' thought Draco.

He tried sitting up and stretching, but found that his body could not comply. Snapping his eyes open, he found himself staring into an endless sea of brown, slightly tinted with a shade of warn red here and there. He lost himself staring at those beautiful orbs, reading the pain and hurt in her eyes, feeling the curiosity and inquisitively tried to move closer, but felt that he could not. Trying to turn his head around, he felt a huge bolt of pain erupt in the back of his neck, making flop down onto the couch, helpless, again.

'Don't move Malfoy,' said a familiar, bodiless voice from the side, 'We have you surrounded.'

'Wha…?' said Draco, not fully awake or sure of the situation yet, 'who are you…? Why cant I move…?'

'Oh god, he sure is thick, even for a death eater.' Said a red head to the side of Draco.

'Yea, but you gotta excuse him, I mean, he IS blonde!' said the red head's twin who was on his other side.

Now that Draco could see clearer, he saw that the two beautiful brown orbs that he was lost in a few minutes ago, was actually the eyes of a beautiful young lady in front of him. Then, as he got a clearer look, he realized it was Granger, his enemy for 6 years, staring back at him, the pain and hurt all gone, now replace with worry and anger. Behind her, stood Harry Potter, Ron and the rest of the Weasley clan, Professor Lupin, and a few other random people that he did not recognize.

'Oh no, he thought… I'm screwed.'

As Hermione stared into those cold, frozen gray eyes of Draco Malfoy, she felt a little tug in her navel, and saw herself floating above a cold room. Looking down, she realized she was in a dungeon, and she saw Lucius Malfoy standing there, mouthing words that she could not hear, all this happening in black and white, and silence.

She saw him repeatedly point his wand at his own son, muttering the same curse over and over again, and Draco on the floor, squirming.

'Stop it!' she yelled, but as she expected, they couldn't hear her.

She couldn't do anything, so she just looked on downwards, watching the replay of Draco's torture.

Before she knew it, all the color and sound rushed back to her, just as Narcissa Malfoy rushed into Draco, both teenagers simultaneously having the wind knocked out of them, Draco falling onto the floor, and Hermione stumbling slightly around in mid air.

Hermione watched on, as Narcissa stood up and yelled at Lucius, shielding Draco with her petite body, trying her best to protect him. Draco, standing nearly a foot taller than his mother, towered over her, glowering at his mother, presumably for putting herself in harm's way.

'No! Don't you see? You've been so blind Lucius! You and Bella! You always follow what that creature tells you to do! Will you not follow your heart? I'm not going to allow my own son to die the way so many have died… cowardly cowering behind that stupid creature, only being killed by the very thing that promised him power. No, I wont let you do this. He is MY son!'

'Move, woman. That 'creature' as you're calling him, is my master, the almighty dark lord. Bellatrix and I are his forever loyal servants Narcissa. Now that you've insulted him, I cannot allow your wishes to be accommodated, I've warned you…' turning to face Draco, Lucius aimed his wand with precision, ' Avada Keda - '

Before the words were completely out of Lucius's mouth, Narcissa ran in front of Draco, dropping his wand and a shrunk bag into his pocket, whispering 'I love you son… take care of yourself, make the right decisions, and never follow in your father's footsteps…trasporto a sicurezza1'

With that, a glowing, yellow hollow orb of light surrounded Draco's crouching form and lifted him off the ground, and the last thing Draco saw, was a green jet of light, hitting his mother from behind, causing her to slump forward, in a deadly faint.

'Don't move Malfoy,' she could hear Harry speaking, as she was pulled back into reality. 'We have you surrounded.'

She heard the bits of speech between the Weasley twins, and Draco, but her eyes were glued to Draco's frozen form on the couch.

'H-He's not… he's not evil… I'm pretty sure he's not… I… unfreeze him; I'd like to have a few words with him in private before the rest of you interrogate him. Please.' Said Hermione, fidgeting slightly with her fingers.

'Mione! Are you serious? What? Why are you all looking at me like that? He's obviously put her under some kind of non – verbal spell! We can't let her do this! He might kill her! Or use her against us!' said Ron, slightly hysterical.

'Ronniekins you idiot. We cast Petrificus Totalus on him remember? And even if he were capable of casting a spell, he cant do it without his wand, which, if I may remind you, is in your back pocket.' Said Fred.

'Language Fred,' said a slightly balding Arthur Weasley, 'If Hermione thinks its wise to talk to him alone, we have to trust her don't you think? Hermione has may a time proven herself capable. Besides, if he were to retaliate, she would have her wand, and the rest of us would be able to hear her shouting from outside the room.'

'Alright Arthur but are you sure…' Molly gave Hermione a worried look, but was carefully helped out by Remus, who was standing behind her all the while.

Once everyone left the room, Hermione turned to Draco, eyes flashing dangerously, all the anger coming out full blast, heat radiating from her very form.

'Oh no,' thought Draco. 'This time, I'm really screwed.'

1. trasporto a sicurezza – transport to safety.