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Whisper

Chapter Eight

Hermione was awoken y the sound of whispering voices. She opened her eyes, surrounded by unfamilar things. She moved her arms, but only felt a sharp pain close around her wrist. She gasped, and looked up. Her hands were tied to a metal bar above her.

"I'm proud of you, Malfoy. I never thought I would get anything from you except great sex," a female voice whispered. "It only gets us closer to what we've been working to get for the past 4 years."

"I told you, Gabby. All you had to do was trust me," a masculine voice replied, a hint of amusment in his voice. "Draco's pissed at her and that only makes it easier for us."

Hermione squinted her eyes, searching through the darkness. She saw a women, her back to Hermione, with golden hair tumbling down her back. She saw the other figure, a man, reach up and stroke her face. her mouth dropped in shock and disgust.

It was Brian.

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"Master! Master! Missus says shes would like to see yous."

A high pitched, annoying voice interrupted my everything but peaceful slumber. "Keep it down, will you, Sweeny? I'll shall be there in a bit."

"Yes, Master," Sweeny whispered.

She quietly shut the door behind her, but it seemed to me that she had slammed it with all of her might. I groaned and put my hand to my pounding, aching head. Last night... what the hell had happened last night?

"DRACO!" Mum's voice echoed through my door.

I cringed and set up. I reached around, searching for my wand. I felt the long, slender wand on my dresser, and I picked it up, muttering a hangover curing spell. Instant relief overcame me as I stood up, heading for the shower.

"DRACO!"

I rolled my eyes as I pulled on a black wife-beater. I grabbed my wand, and apparated downstairs.

"Where did you go last night? You didn't come in until-"

"Late, I know. Do we have to go through this every time, mum? I'm old enough to take care of myself."

She sighed. "I know, Draco, but you're my son. I care about you. Now, help me, sweetie."

"With what?"

She rolled her eyes, and walked into the kitchen. "The party's tonite, dear, and I'd love for you to help. Half of the family is already here."

"Really? I didn't see them," I said, leaning against a counter, crossing my arms across my chest.

"There is also people here that I would like you to meet, also."

"What for?"

"Well," she said, busing herself with a pan. "It's been four years, sweetie, and you still have yet to find a wife. Your father and I married less than a year out of Hogwarts. I think it's time you found yourself a suitable, and acceptable girl to take the Malfoy name."

I let out a long, drawled out sigh. "Mum, no. You always do this. Why can't you let me pick who I want to be with?"

"I'm not saying you have to pick someone tonight honey-"

"Yes you are. That's exactly what you're doing, and I don't like it, not one bit. I'm not going to go through with it."

"Fine. Just fine, Draco," she replied, pushing a strand of hair from her eyes. "You don't have to. When? When will you?"

"I don't know. Soon," I replied, opening the back door, walking down to the shimmering lake.

I sat down on a tree stump, and looked at my reflection in the water. I struggled to remember what happened last night, but I couldn't manage it. I pulled out my wand, placed it against my temple, and muttered a spell.

Shimmering light appeared against my wand, and I placed it in the water before me. I watched as a picture came into view, big enough for me to see. Last night replayed instantly infront of me. I saw my drunken self, saying things to Hermione, that I would never say outloud. I saw Urie take a swing at me, and us end up in a tussle.

The image disappered, and I put my head in my hands. Then looked up at the sky.

"Oh damn," I said to myself. "I'm always the one to fuck up everything."

"Draco! Will you come in here please! I need you to show yourself to your family and friend, love."

I turned to mum, giving her a nod. I sighed, getting up from my stump, and walked back into the house. I heard voices from the front hall, and followed them in there. I put on a grin as I was greeted by Sam and Ron.

"Hey, Draco," Sam said, grinning.

"Sam. Ron," I said, not sure if he was angry with me for the Hermione business.

"Hey, Mal- Draco," Ron said.

I didn't say anything at first. Either Ron had no idea what had happened, or Sam had spoken to him about being nice to me on the way over. I was betting the second choice was more reasonable.

"Glad you could come," I said, shaking Ron's hand.

"Well, Narcissa asked us to come a bit early to help," Sam replied, drawing my attention to herself.

"Yeah. That's mom," I replied. "Well, I think that we should have some tea first."

"That would be great, Draco," Sam said, smiling.

They followed me to the dining room, Ron ogling at the mansion. I snorted. He'd never seen anything so nice... stop Draco.

I sat down, Sam and Ron sitting infront of me.

"So," Sam said, breaking the akward silence. "How are you?"

I raised my eyebrow. "What do you think?"

"Not so good, huh?" Sam replied.

I shook my head, taking a sip of my hot tea. "Have either of you spoken to Hermione?"

Ron looked nervously at Sam. "Well," he said, tugging at his shirt collar. "We - well, Sam, hasn't spoken to her since she saw her last in the office, which was yesterday. And Harry said he hadn't seen her since she left with Brian last night at the club."

I chocked in my up. "So... erm... you know what happened?"

"Yeah," Sam said, fiddling with her napkin.

"But, you were drunk, and I don't think you would say anything to hurt Hermione," Ron said, looking at me.

"I wouldn't."

"We're worried about her, Draco," Sam said, looking up at me.

"She's been confused, lately. Or something. It's hard to explain. She just left with Brian... something that she wouldn't usually do. It was like she was drugged or something," Ron said, running his fingers through his hair.

"She hasn't owled any one of us, and we're afraid that she's..."

"What?"

"Missing."

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"What the fuck, Brian?" I yelled at him.

The women turned around, her mouth opened in surprise. She regained herself quickly, and the hatred in her eyes was shown. Brian just stared at me, a smirk on his face.

"Ah, Hermione," he said, coming toward me. "I'd hope you'd wake up soon."

"So you're Hermione, are you?" the women asked, sneering at me. "You don't look too bad, do you? And to think you're the one they speak of in the prophecy."

"Who the fuck are you? And what prophecy? And why did you call Brian, Malfoy? Clearly, he's not," I said, snarling. I was ticked.

She walked toward me, her hands behind her back. She was smirking. "My name's Gabrielle, but you can just call me Gabby," she turned to Brian. "You mean to tell me she doesn't know about the prophecy?"

Brian shook his head. "No, love."

She turned back to me. "And I thought you were a clever one. Out of all of your precious books, you never came across this prophecy. How interesting. I guess I'll have to be the one to recite this prophecy to your precious ears. You are familar with the prophecy made by Trelawny?"

"Yes."

"One shall live, while the other shall die? Well, we all know that Potter, unfortunately, was the one to survive. However, another prophecy came to pass."

It has come to pass

That Voldemort didn't last

But there is still hope

A new leader is to emerge

In this new age of light

They will be successful in all they due

Killing mudbloods they will pursue

But there is one person

One witch that will defeat them all

With help from a traitor

That tricked us all

You must hurry

You must take haste

One to kill the other

Is the only option you have

Otherwise, the age of light

Is still to survive

"That doesn't make any sense! None at all. It doesn't even rhyme!" I spat.

"Not all prophecy's have to rhyme, Granger!" Gabby said, rolling her eyes. "You should be able to figure out what it says!"

I hung my head, knowing what it said. "I know what it says, you fucker. I have to kill Draco, or he has to kill me. And we know that won't happen."

"Oh, but that's what you think, my dear," Brian said, coming toward me.

"Stay away from me!" I yelled at him. "You're a fucking liar! I trusted you."

"I know. It was so easy to take advantage of you."

"Fuck you!"

"Watch your tongue, Hermione. No Malfoy will be spoken to that way."

"Malfoy my ass! You're no Malfoy."

"Ah, but I am. You see, before the war, Lucious knew Draco was going to be a failure. I had been talking to Lucious long before the war, as his right hand man, and close to the Dark Lord. Lucious worshiped the ground that I walked, praising me for everything that I did. Lucious adopted me, right before he fell during the war. Gabby, his sister, found out about the prophecy, so she found me, and together we worked to achieve everything we have."

I laughed. "Oh, but you're wrong there. You see, I'm still alive, and Draco's still alive. And I would never, never hurt him."

"Wrong again, Hermione," Gabby said, laughing. "Did you ever think of how you ended up here, Hermione? You can't just have came here by your own will. There is a potion, Hermione, that was invented, that would make one control everything they do. You just take the spell, someone else recites the words to go with it, and when the moon rises, the taker becomes tranced, destined to carry out the duty they were informed to do."

"No..." I said. I had heard of such potion, but rarely did anybody come across it. There was no way out.

"You will go to the party as you had planned to, with Brian, and act as if nothing is wrong. If you breathe one word about this potion, you will be killed instantly, not by Brian, but by the potion. Do you understand?"

I nodded. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Brian looked at me, a glint in his eye. He walked over to me, and whispered in my ear:

"There's a full moon tonite, love."

There you go everybody! This should clear up any confusion you have. Brian is a Malfoy! It was he that was sleeping with Gabby, not Draco. Hopefully you liked this chapter. Review!