2nd part of the 3 part ending!
This one is a little long and hopefully you remember stuff from the previous chapters
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A Convict's Confession
Draco had a bad feeling. He had just confessed to his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, that he was Draco Malfoy, her archenemy and the man who caused the downfall of the great Albus Dumbledore. Hermione now knew his darkest secret and looked as if she was going to kill him.
I need my wand. I love her but I don't know what she'll do to me. On the count of three, one, two, three!
But Draco couldn't move. As a matter of fact, he couldn't feel his body at all. Suddenly, Hermione pulled the table cloths off of the clear table, prompting Draco to look down. Past the see-through table, he could see the wand in Hermione's hand, pointing straight at him. He looked at his body; it was fused into the chair and the floor.
Well, I believe it's safe to say that I'm dead.
"What goes around really does come around doesn't it?" Malfoy, not Jake, chuckled. "I magically trap you at Homecoming, and now you trap me in your apartment."
Hermione didn't know what to react. She had prepared all day for this outcome. She mixed the Veritaserum she had acquired from Professor Slughorn with wine. She bought a tablecloth in order to conceal her want. And she prepared all the questions for her interrogation in case Jake confessed that he was Draco Malfoy.
But the problem was that she didn't know how to react. She had prepared to thoroughly, but never expected it to happen. It did, and she didn't know what to do anymore. She loved Jake, but she hated Malfoy.
"I. . ." Hermione stuttered. "I. . . I don't think that's the problem, Jak. . . Malfoy."
Come on Hermione, bring yourself together. He's Malfoy; remember that, he's Malfoy!
"You know why I had to do this," Hermione stated, staring at Malfoy's body parts melted into the furniture. "You are my enemy, and I have to deal with you. Why. . . "
"Since I can't tell a lie, please believe me when I say this," Draco interrupted. "I never came here to serve the Dark Lord. I never came here to hurt you."
"Bull crap!" Hermione exploded. "You know damn well that a person under Veritaserum can lie all he wants. He just have to tell the truth when he is asked."
Draco chuckled. "It's funny; you really talk like an American now. I can't judge, but I'm surprised how quickly you've adapted to the American Lang. . ."
Hermione slapped him in the face. Unable to move his hand, Malfoy failed to wipe off the drop of tear that rolled off of his eyes. All he could do was to face her again. She eyed him back, eyes bloodshot. She tried so hard to keep the tears from rolling off her own eyes.
"Malfoy. . . Jake," she managed. "Please, just. . . just do what I'm telling you to do."
"Well," Malfoy sighed. "I suppose I deserved that slap. Fine, ask away."
First, a few basics.
"First of all," Hermione initialized. "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to be with you, Hermione," Malfoy answered. "And please don't slap me again."
"Why did you come to America to start out with?" Hermione sighed.
"To hide from the Dark Lord," Malfoy answered.
What did he do, fail him too many times? That's expected, Malfoy is a cowardly ass anyways.
"Why?" Hermione thought she would ask anyways.
"Why?" Malfoy sighed. "Because I couldn't do it; I couldn't bring myself to kill the muggles when I saw the irrationality of the Dark Lord's ways."
Huh?
"Wait," Hermione didn't know what to ask anymore; his answers were not what she expected. "Are you telling me that you, a pure-blooded death-eater, are not prejudiced against the muggle race?"
"Yes," Malfoy bluntly answered. "I don't hate the muggles or so I usually call mud-bloods. I've been pretending I that did all of my life to stay alive."
I have to make sure. . .
"Have you been pretending that you hated muggles to stay alive?" Hermione redundantly asked.
"For crying out loud," Draco exclaimed. "Hermione, I'm not gonna lie to you. Yes!"
He is Jake, after all. I should be able to trust him. But he's been lying to me about who he is this whole time. How am I supposed to trust him?
"Either way," Hermione pointed her wand at Malfoy. "You're still Draco Malfoy. I have to treat you as who you truly are."
Malfoy shut his eyes in fear, preparing for death, but what hit him did not kill him. He hardly felt anything at all. Through the partial reflection of the glass mirror, he noticed that he no longer had the look of Jacob M. Alexander. He was back to being Draco Malfoy once again.
"Do you have to do this to me?" Malfoy looked annoyed.
"It's not like I enjoy looking at your real face." Hermione sighed.
Actually it does look better than Jake's face, but nevertheless I hate Malfoy.
"Fine," Malfoy pouted. "Hurry up and ask me questions."
"I will," Hermione eyed him with resentment.
Buggers, I don't know what to ask him anymore. I never expected him to give that as an answer. What am I supposed to do now?
"Gah," Malfoy interrupted her, looking annoyed. "Do you even know what you're gonna ask me?"
"No," Hermione muttered, embarrassed.
"Wow," Malfoy sighed. "Of all the people, I never expected you to be unprepared."
"I'm sorry," Hermione avoided eye contact. "I never expected you to give the answer that you gave. I don't really know what to ask now."
"You know what," Malfoy sighed. "I'll just tell you what to ask me so I can prove to you that I'm not here to comply with the Dark Lord's needs."
Hermione only stared back in amusement and mistrust.
"Ask me when I got the name of Jacob and how."
"When and how did you get the name of Jacob?"
"My mother gave me the alias when I was six so I could begin learning about the world outside the pure-blood society. I used it to write letters to you and now I use it for my protection. Now ask me why Severus Snape killed Dumbledore."
What is he trying to do?
"Why did Prof. . . Snape murder Dumbledore?"
"He did because Dumbledore asked him to. Dumbledore knew he was going to die anyway and it was the only way to save my pathetic life. Now ask me how I feel about my parents."
"How do you feel about your parents?"
"I hate my father and the Dark Lord killed him for my failure to kill Dumbledore. I love my mother. She was the one who showed me the error of the death-eaters' ways and the only woman who has always cared for me for who I really am. Now ask me if I have ever killed anyone."
"Have you murdered anyone?"
"No, I have not. As a matter of fact, the closest I've ever come to killing a person is I almost killing myself. And this brings up an interesting point."
What is he trying to do now?
"Ask me how old I am."
What?
"How old are you, Malfoy?"
"Physically, I'm actually 21." Malfoy gave a chuckle.
What? But he's supposed to be younger than me! He should still be 17!
"Yes," Malfoy continued. "I know I should be 17, but it is indeed the truth."
"Why? How?" Hermione asked her first question in a long time.
"Finally you ask some questions," Malfoy laughed. "Well, it's kinda complicated. You see, I was put under the time turner training by the Dark Lord."
"What is that?"
"The Dark Lord needed best of the best to lead his army, but the older wizards had proven themselves weak and we younger wizards were too inexperienced. So he decided to give the most promising wizards a time turner. Basically, we were locked up in a room where we kept going back in time to fight our past self. Knowing what we put ourselves into, we didn't try to kill each other on the spot, but fighting our past or future selves with all our might got many of us killed. Some tried to be smart by not fighting and training their hardest. But Severus provided the Dark Lord with Veritaserum to see if each wizard was trying his hardest to kill, well, himself. If he wasn't, the Dark Lord put him through the worst form of torture and then killed him. We went through that process for about a month, saving years of actual training time at the cost of our age. I was put in to the group as a space-filler. The Dark Lord expected me to die on the first day, but I was one of the three who survived. And that is why you couldn't out duel me at the Homecoming Dance."
"Who else survived?"
"Well, I know Blaise Zabini survived, but I don't know the name of the other guy; he was French, though. I made my escape a couple days after the training ended, so I never got to know him and how he managed to survive."
"How did you manage to survive?"
"Well, you may think that I don't know myself that well, that I'm confused about who I am. That's understandable because I did create a fake identity after all. But I do know myself quite well. I knew exactly what drove me, what kept me alive. I kept myself alive by making sure that I kept my opposing self driven. I made sure that he wanted to defeat me as much as I wanted to defeat him."
"I see," Hermione muttered.
"Do you have anymore questions?" Malfoy asked.
"No," Hermione sighed. "That was it, and I. . ."
"Hermione," Malfoy interrupted her. "I need you to ask me one more question. I need you to ask me if I love you."
Is he actually going to do this to me? Why does he have to torture me like this?
"Hermione," Malfoy pleaded. "Please."
"Fine," Hermione sighed. "Do you, Draco Malfoy, love me?"
"I," Malfoy captured Hermione's eye and her heart. "I, Draco Malfoy, the ex-death-eater and a pure-blood, love you, Hermione Granger, a muggle born and my born enemy, from the bottom of my heart. I have loved you from the days we only wrote letters to each other. Like I, as Jake, was for you, you were my only real friend. You are my best friend. You are my only friend. And you are the only girl for me. I love you. You don't need no Veritaserum to know that."
I love him. No, I don't love him. Yes, I love him. No, I don't. Damn it Hermione! You love Jake Alexander!
"Malf. . . Draco," Hermione tried to speak. "Look, I love you too. I've always loved you, you know that. But I love Jake Alexander. He is the man I fell in love with. You are Jake Alexander, but you are also Draco Malfoy, my archenemy, my born enemy. I can't love you. That's not how things are supposed to be. It doesn't work that way. No where in history have we seen such thing happen. I can't fall in love with you, Draco Malfoy."
"But I am Jacob Alexander," Draco argued back. "It may be hard to believe, but that is who I am. I may not have been born Jake Alexander, but I am certainly him, not Draco Malfoy. I was only born a Malfoy; don't hate me for something I couldn't control. But all of my life, I've tried to become who I want to be, someone loveable, someone unprejudiced, while staying alive. I can now do that. Please let me be who I am. Let me be Jake Alexander. Let me love you."
Tears began to flow off Hermione's eyes. Draco noticed the puddle of tears on the table.
"Hermione," Draco sighed. "At least let me move my arms so I can wipe the tears out of your eyes and your table."
"Draco, Jake," Hermione sobbed. "I don't know what to do. I want to love you so much, but what are others going to think of us? How are we supposed to keep our relationship intact. I have to go back to England and you'll get killed the moment you step foot on that island. Why does this have to happen? I never wanted to fall in love with you. I never expected any of this to happen. I never expected to talk to you as Jake. I never expected to see you as Draco. I came here to find the lost horcrux. All I found out was that Josh was Jonathon Ferry's squib grandson. Everything that was supposed to happen didn't and all the unexpected crap happened."
"Well," Draco sighed. "Since I have to answer your question, I must say that people are gonna think we're strange, that we betrayed our own kind. But I don't care about that. As for why does this have to happen, I say fate. You can't defy fate, Hermione. We all do the best we can."
"Well," Hermione stopped crying. "Fate isn't good enough for me. I wish you were just Jake and not Draco Malfoy."
"Look," Draco looked into Hermione's eyes with full of seriousness and compassion. "Hermione, I wish every day and night that I was born Jacob M. Alexander instead of Draco Malfoy, but I have to deal with that. I know many unexpected events happened. I know that you're very confused right now. I am too. I never expected to meet you here. I never expected to be with you. But there are a few things I am sure of. I have always been in love with you, Hermione. Everything that I have told you, about my feelings, about my actions before Hogwarts, is true. The only thing I have ever lied to you about is my identity. The situation of our upbringing caused us to be born enemies. Neither of us could control that. I wanted to be with you for so long. I. . . I just wanted a fair chance with you, a fair chance to earn a place next to you, a fair chance to win your heart."
Draco suddenly fell to the floor. His body was no longer bound to his environment. He looked back at Hermione with a surprised realization that she had apparently released him from bondage. He showed a smile but still didn't move a muscle.
"I'm really numb right now," Draco chuckled. "You mind helping me up?"
Hermione smiled and stood up. She walked over to where Draco was lying and gave him a hand, but she was only pulled down by him instead. Draco pulled Hermione down to his level and kissed her in the lips.
"Stop!" Hermione only pushed Draco back. She tried to manage a smile but failed. "Jake. . . I mean Draco, not now. I'm not ready for that yet; not for a while."
"Fine," Draco smiled and helped Hermione up. "I suppose I'll just drink some more of this wine."
"You know that's Veritaserum right?" Hermione chuckled.
"I know," Draco laughed. "And I also know that this is a controlled substance you most likely had gotten from Slughorn. I doubt you have any left so I might as well as prevent you from doing this to me again."
Well, isn't he just strategic? He's still hiding something. I have to know.
"Well, since you're like that," Hermione smiled. "I might as well as ask you some more questions." She saw Draco freeze, face full of dread.
"Oh, relax," Hermione chuckled. "It can't be that bad. You already turn it around once."
"Fine," Draco sighed.
"Draco," Hermione initialized. "I've always wondered about this one thing because the healers didn't provide me with a good explanation fro what happened. I need some closure, Draco, and since you are, I mean were a death-eater, I was hoping you'd know. How did Ron destroy the horcrux in Ravenclaw's pendant? And how did he die?"
The wine came out of Draco's nose with that question.
He knows something.
"Well," Draco sighed. "I was hoping we didn't have to come to this."
Draco took out his wand and, knowing that Hermione would react defensively, gestured for her to not take her wand out. He waved the wand at the table and transfigured it into a Pensieve. Then, he pulled a thread of mist from his temple with his wand and let it drop into the Pensieve.
"Go ahead," Draco gulped. "As much as I want to, you know I can't stop you."
Hermione stared into the Pensieve.
Hermione stood in the middle of a magnificent ballroom that reminded her of the Yule Ball. This wasn't Hogwarts though, it was bigger. As she quickly realized, it was the Malfoy Manor.
"Welcome to my home," Draco revealed himself through his invisibility cloak and looked right into her eyes. "Looking for something?"
"Wha. . . what?" Hermione looked around, startled to realize that Ron stood right behind her. She got out of his way.
Draco was actually with Ron when he destroyed the horcrux?
"Where's Ravenclaw's pendant, Malfoy!" Ron demanded.
"Ohhh," Draco sniggered, she hadn't seen that in a while. "Little Weasel trying to act tough. How amusing it is to watch."
"Shut up and tell me where it is!" Ron yelled only causing Draco to laugh even more.
"You mean this?" Draco took out an old locket from his robe and let it dangle in his hands. "I'm afraid you can't have it for it is mine."
He bent down and placed the locket on the floor.
What is he doing?
"Even an idiot of your sort may know," Draco scoffed. "That horcruxes are parts of a wizard's soul. It may be a part of a wizard's personality or it may be a part of his abilities. Tom Riddle's diary was my Lord's past stored in a horcrux. As for this locket, it contains most of the Dark Lord's rationality and ability to possess other beings. As you may realize, I can not let you destroy such an important part of my Lord's soul."
"Well that's too bad isn't it? Because I'll kill you if I have to." Ron eyed Draco in contempt.
"Well then," Draco smiled slyly. "I would like you to meet my Lord."
The locket opened as Draco chanted something under his breath. Through a beam of light, a transparent, ghastly figure of the Dark Lord appeared, causing Ron to flinch. The ghost eyed Ron with its empty white eyes.
"Draco. . ." the ghost began to speak. "I am still too weak to possess full grown wizards. You must weaken him for me."
"That Weasel isn't worth a full grown wizard, sire," Draco sniggered. "But your wish is my command, my Lord."
Draco took out his wand and approached Ron who was already in his dueling stance.
"I dare you to try me," Ron carefully examined Draco's movements.
"I'm sorry," Draco smirked. "But you are way below my league."
Ron! Run away! He's too strong for you!
"Then why don't you take this!" Ron cast three shots of spells from his wand straight at Draco. Draco easily dodged all three of them.
"So you've gained some speed have you?" Draco laughed. "But that's not quite enough, you see." He only walked closer toward Ron until he was in point blank range.
"I dare you to do that again." Draco said slyly.
Ron did it again. This time, the spells only shot through Draco, who seemed to be appearing and disappearing by the milliseconds.
He's using apparition to dodge Ron at point blank range!
Draco disapparated but his presence was still felt in the great ballroom.
"You can't kill me Weasley!" Draco's voice echoed through the room. "You're too slow to keep up!"
"Bloody hell," Hermione heard Ron mutter under his breath. "He's using apparition."
It seemed to Hermione that Ron was actually keeping up with Draco's movements as his eyes moved from left to right, from top to bottom, chasing after Draco.
"I have to do the same." Ron muttered and disapparated.
Rays of spells shot in all directions through out the room, destroying the beauty of the ballroom in an instant. Hermione, being the nonexistent observer, remained harmless while parts of the ceiling began to collapse. A giant boulder suddenly fell and crushed the Ravenclaw's pendant.
"Hurry Draco!" the ghastly figure of the Dark Lord screeched. "The pendant is crushed! I need a body quickly!"
At that instant, disarmed body of Ron appeared out of nowhere and crashed onto the floor. Draco appeared moments after on top of him with one hand grabbing his neck and the other pointing the wand at his face.
"NO!" Hermione screamed, unheard and tears rolling off her eyes. "Don't kill him!"
"You can't beat me in my own game Weasel." Draco sniggered. "I'm afraid you've just lost your body for the Dark Lord's cause."
"Gettof me!" Ron tried and failed to knock Draco off.
"Just give up Weasley," Draco smirked. "You don't have to worry about a thing, especially that little whore of yours."
He's talking about me?
"Leave Hermione alone!" Ron screamed.
"Oh, relax, Weasley," Draco sniggered, face full of evil Hermione had never seen before, almost as if he was possessed. "You're little whore will be fine. I will take care of her good."
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Hermione screamed, drenched in tears.
A ray of light shot out of Draco's wand and hit Ron's face at point blank range. Draco stayed in his position for a while, staring at Ron's unconscious body, until the inpatient horcrux broke him out of his trance.
"Move, Draco! Hurry!" the horcrux screeched.
"Yes, my Lord." Draco got up and out of the horcrux's way. "He is all yours."
Hermione collapsed onto her knees as the horcrux went into her Ron's body. The ballroom door burst open as Hermione saw Harry and the real her entered the room. The ceiling collapsed all around her and all she saw was darkness. All she heard was the sound of the collapsing room and Harry keeping the ceiling above Ron intact and the real her crying and screaming for Ron to wake up.
Malfoy was responsible for Ron's death. . .
Upon the end of the vision, Draco was busy recollecting his thread of memory and putting it back into his temple, his brain.
"Now, before you say anything, there's more to this so don't try to kill me yet." Draco smiled and looked toward where Hermione was standing. His jaw dropped with the realization that Hermione was already gone.
Damn it, she left before I could show her the second part.
Draco looked around the room in panic.
I can't sense her so she's no where in Sugar Land. Where the hell could she be?
As he was about to give up, he came upon the realization that there was only one place she could possibly go.
England. . .
"I've got to stop her." Draco muttered and disapparated into thin air.
CIA Headquarters, New York, New York
Draco and Hermione had no idea that the town of Sugar Land was now under close observation of the American government. Ever since the failed capture of the "Hooded Girl", CIA had made sure they would catch every little glitch that occurred in the town. Neither Draco nor Hermione had the need to use magic for months, living like muggles. It wasn't until the night of revelation that the CIA found anything.
"Sir," Agent Thomas called out to his boss, Senior Agent Michaels. "We've pinpointed the location of the witch. It seems that there's a witch and a wizard and they're both in the same place."
"I see," Agent Michaels walked over and stared into the giant computer screen. He grabbed the secure phone on the desk. "Hello, this is Robert Michaels, head of the CIA Magical Technology Division. We've pinpointed the location of the "Hooded Girl." Have the black ops been trained for the new trap and capture method?"
Agent Michaels heard a confident yes from the speaker.
"Good," Agent Michaels smiled. "Get the black ops ready and wait for me to reach there. I will be leading them this time."
Upon hanging up, Agent Michaels, Jonathon Ferry's former favorite pupil, Jonathon Ferry Jr.'s old mentor, the man who caused the demise of Jonathon Ferry Jr., and the man who made sure Josh Ferry would be taken care of upon his father's death, took out his wand.
"I'm not going to let history repeat itself again, Jonathon, trust me." Agent Michaels muttered under his breath and disapparated.
Ending coming up soon