Disclaimer: I am spending my Spring Break writing a fanfic. Some may say this is ultimately pathetic (I disagree). JK Rowling is out of school, therefore she does not have a Spring Break. And even if she did, I should hope she would spend it writing the 7th book, not a fanfic.
AN: Getting reviews makes me happy. When I'm happy, I'm more likely to write. Just keep that in mind.
AN2: A bit more cursing in this chappy... Sorry, but if you were being attacked by a bunch of Death Eaters, you'd probably be cussing like a sailor too. (btw, I'm not a big fan of the f word... so, usually when I say someone "cursed" in the story, that's the word they're using. If that helps you imagine it any better...)
The only thought crossing Hermione's mind was, 'We're screwed.'
Her mouth managed to get out, "Scott?" and Scott nodded at her with a jovial grin.
Draco stood still, not quite knowing what to do. If Scott was a spy, and it was obvious he was, his father and the other Death Eaters already knew the truth. So right now, he should be walking over to set Hermione free, then taking on twelve Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort himself. Right... He decided he'd rather stand there looking like an idiot while waiting for his backup to show up.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw his father looking down at him.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Draco."
Draco pulled away from him. "You're not exactly my role model either, father."
Scott chuckled. "Now, Draco... Is that any way to speak to your daddy?"
Draco glared at him.
Scott only shrugged at this. "No hard feelings, right?" He flicked his wand in Hermione's direction and the chair immediately relinquished its hold on her.
He laughed as the other Death Eaters started toward her.
"For Merlin's sake, she may be good, but not even Harry Potter could take out twelve Death Eaters and the Dark Lord."
Scott looked toward the trap door. "Shouldn't he be showing up soon? This party's getting kind of boring."
"Why did you do it?" Hermione blurted as she moved from the chair. "You were a good kid."
Scott laughed. "Oh yes... The poor orphan... Left his home in America after his parents tragically died, moved to Ireland with his Great-Uncle... I'm just not evil material, am I?"
He rolled his eyes. "Nobody ever mentioned how my parents 'tragically' died. It was a fire in the middle of the night. Their door and windows just wouldn't open." He sighed overdramatically. "I do wonder how that happened..."
Hermione was horrified. "You are disgusting," she managed.
Scott smiled. "I'm sorry you feel that way. But luckily for you, you won't have to live with that feeling much longer."
He turned to Voldemort, who had been watching with amusement, and bowed. "I'm done, my Lord."
Voldemort raised his wand. "I'm sorry, but we don't have time to wait for your friends."
Draco grabbed Hermione's arm, preparing to do anything to keep her alive.
"The passsageway to outside is in the far corner. There's a loose brick on the bottom row," he murmured in her ear.
Voldemort had just opened his mouth when a white light flooded the room.
Hermione looked frightened, so Draco said one word quietly to her. "Alarm."
She closed her eyes with relief. Harry and Ron were coming, and the professors would come after them.
"Ah... It seems the rescue crew has arrived," Voldemort stated cooly.
The occupants of the room watched as the trapdoor swung open and no one entered.
Draco let go of Hermione's arm. "Go now," he told her quietly. Hermione looked at him inquisitively. He nodded. "Go," he mouthed as he took out his wand.
Two flashes appeared from the thin air under the trapdoor and Hermione realized that Harry and Ron were under the invisibility cloak.
A string of curse words came from one Death Eater as he began to grow extremely large boils.
Ron's distinctive laugh sounded. "Thank the twins for that one."
Another brilliant flash of light filled the room and Hermione let a smile slip as she realized the professors must be entering as well.
She was slightly perplexed as Shaylee dropped from the trapdoor alone and greatly favoring her left arm.
"Shit." Draco randomly fired a few disarming spells while backing Hermione into the corner.
"You need to go." He nudged her towards the passageway.
"I can help! Professor Snape isn't here. You need me," she pleaded, trying to push her way back towards the action.
"I need you alive. Now go!" Draco kissed her forehead and pushed her towards the corner.
Hermione sighed and rushed to the corner of the room. She knelt on the ground as she tested each brick. She had just found the correct one when a rather large chunk of the wall above her was hit by a Death Eater's crooked shot. She cried her surprise and jumped two inches to the left, escaping a very flat demise.
Hermione pushed the brick, opening a door leading to a very dark tunnel. She looked back at the ensuing chaos and spotted the Death Eater who had attempted to hit her. "Petrificus Totalus!" she cried and smiled satisfactorily as he fell to the ground, stiff as a board. It was only after she had seen another Death Eater trip over him that she felt satisfied enough to leave.
"Ron, as much as I love spending quality time with you under this wonderful cloak, I think I'm going to leave you now." Harry's voice was heard, but the two were still under the cloak.
"Hey, no hard feelings, mate," Ron responded and Harry Potter suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Hiya, boyo," Shaylee greeted with a grin as she made a Death Eater's eyebrows grow to obstruct his view. She dodged from another shot as she contemplated whether to take the time to turn them purple or to move on to better things. "Having fun yet?"
"Hell, yeah." Harry stunned a Death Eater, laughing as he fell flat on his face. "A big improvement over standing out in that forest."
He paused, dodging a shot. "Have you seen the big arsehole?"
"Sevvy got hurt. He's upstairs unconcious."
Harry had to laugh. "I actually wasn't talking about him. I was referring to Voldemort."
Shaylee ducked and deflected a spell from hitting Harry. She surveyed the room as she was on the floor.
"Big Arsehole is nowhere to be seen," she informed him.
"Well, shit..." Harry's eyes rested on the open door that he knew Hermione had left through. He cursed. "Shay, I'm gonna follow Hermione. Can you handle them?"
Shaylee scoffed. "There's only 10 left. That's 3 1/3 for each of us. I think we've got it."
The two heard Ron curse and a loud thump. Shaylee sighed. "Whatever. Just go; I can take five Death Eaters."
Harry grinned and her and bounded to the rear corner of the room, somehow avoiding all hexes fired at him.
Draco noticed him running and sighed. 'Thanks, Harry... Now it's just me and Professor Weasley.'
He saw Kerry taking aim for Shaylee, so he quickly turned her into a walrus. Hermione's help in Transfiguration had really made a difference.
"That's quite impressive, son," Draco heard from behind him. He spun around to encounter his father.
"A trick Hermione taught me, father," Draco responded disdainfully.
"Yes, well the Mudblood has some talent. That's why we brought her here." Lucius narrowed his eyes. "Unfortunately, she also managed to steal my son from me."
Draco raised his wand. "Oh, please... Do you really think anyone with half a brain would fall for that? I have a girlfriend; I am fully capable of identifying guilt trips."
Lucius smiled, but raised his wand also . "It really is terrible that we're on different sides now, Draco. You make some interesting conversation."
"Yes, well I don't take after you," Draco said, slashing his wand in the air and sending a hex to his father, which he quickly repelled.
"You always have," Lucius responded as he sent a dizzying charm that missed Draco by a few centimeters.
"Yeah, but then something happened: I realized you were an egotistical arsehole."
Lucius shrugged, apparently not caring his son had just called him an asshole.
"This is quite nice. We haven't had a father-son duel in a while, have we?"
Draco almost laughed. "You're so cocky. It's hard to believe I used to be proud of you."
"Just as I am no longer proud of you."
"Good."
"It's a pity I didn't spend more time training you. Maybe then you could have ignored your weak emotions and I'd still have a son." Lucius blocked another of Draco's curses and continued, "I should have taught you to duel better, as well."
"You haven't beaten my yet, father." Draco grinned as he hit his father with a blast that sent him stumbling.
"DAMMIT MALFOY!" he heard Shaylee yell. "I can't take care of nine Death Eaters on my own! Are you insane?"
As Lucius regained his composure, Draco fired a few hexes to disorient the Death Eaters who were beginning to circle around Shaylee.
Draco ducked behind the chair in which Hermione had been trapped, almost tripping Harry as he ran past.
"I can't find Voldemort. Hermione's fine," he assured Draco and began helping Shaylee.
Draco started to emerge from his hiding spot, but froze as the room again filled with the light of the alarm.
He looked up to see the entrants.
A group led by a very special wizard dropped from the trapdoor and Draco grinned as they immediately started taking out Death Eaters. He had to admit, he had never been so happy to see Albus Dumbledore.
