Hermione opened her eyes and found herself in a cage. Panicking, she sat up and crawled toward the screen of the cage. She peered out and saw that she was in a spacey laboratory. The walls were shining white, and there were numerous tables covered with pipettes, potions, multicolored flasks, and a variety of other lab materials.

Hermione also saw her reflection on the shiny-white wall in the distance. Apparently, her cage was only one of many cages stacked upon each other, each consisting of an unconscious person inside.

Before she could say or do anything, there was a loud yell from across the room. They looked outside their cage to see the dark-hooded figure walk in the lab, pushing Draco in front of him.

"Let me go, dammit!" Draco was shouting, struggling to escape the dark-hooded figure's grip on his shoulders. "Let me go! My father will hear about this!"

"Ah, but he already has," the voice came from the thief. The dark-hooded figure pulled back his hood, revealing the face of Lucius Malfoy.

Hermione cupped her hands around her mouth to hold back a shocked scream.

Draco looked over his shoulder. His glare transformed into a hollow look of horror.

Lucius grinned. "Now, please behave yourself. What I'm about to do, I'm doing for your own good."

"Hey!" Hermione banged at her cage. "You let him go! What is the meaning of this?! How did you escape Azkaban and what in the world are you trying to accomplish with my Organink Wand?"

Lucius turned to Hermione. He chuckled and walked slowly toward her cage, pulling along a traumatized-looking Draco with him.

"Why, isn't it obvious, little mudblood?" Lucius tilted his head and smiled deviously. "I'm restoring order to this world. I've brought back the Dark Lord, former Death Eaters who had been killed, and a new army of Death Eaters that I've written about myself, so that I can help the Dark Lord fulfill what he failed to fulfill before he was killed by that silly Potter boy." He nodded at all the sleeping people in each of the cages around her. "Muggles, squibs, and muggle-borns shall be under the Imperius Curse, but they will also be injected with this stuff," he grabbed a small bottle of blue-and-yellow liquid. "This is Neuromod Potion. Injecting this in you will modify your genes so that once you are struck with the Imperius Curse, your neurochemistry will be permanently changed, and you will be permanently under the curse with no hope of ever escaping or resisting. No magic spell or willpower would ever allow you to escape once you are injected with Neuromod and then subsequently struck with the Imperius Curse. It's the perfect combination of science and sorcery, isn't it, sweetheart?"

Hermione glared at the Death Eater. "You won't get away with this. Harry, Ron, and I will stop you all again."

Draco was shaking his head at his father. "I-is mum involved with all of this?"

"Not yet, son," said Lucius. "I've been questioning her loyalties lately since she's been quite friendly with some muggle-borns at her office, but I can assure you, she will rejoin us once she sees how powerful we can all be."

Draco yanked his hand out of his father's grip and glared into his father's eyes. "She wouldn't! Mum doesn't want to have anything to do with the Dark Lord's ideologies. And neither do I."

Hermione gazed at Draco, suddenly feeling a sense of admiration for him. She would have never expected him to be standing up to his father like that.

Lucius's evil smile instantly transformed into a wide-eyed glare. But before he could say anything to his son, there was a meek giggle that echoed across the room. Hermione, Draco, and Lucius looked up to see a short, stubby lady dressed in pink walking their way.

Dolores Umbridge.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat as the lady spoke in her shrill, perky voice. "Draco Malfoy!" She stood beside both Malfoys and gazed at Draco with a wide smile. "If you choose to resist orders, you will be put under the Imperius Curse, following injection of Neuromod." She shifted her smiley gaze to Hermione. "And if you choose to act against orders, you will be put to death."

"You can't kill her," Draco muttered, looking to the floor as he spoke. "She's one of the only two people who knows how to make more Organink potion when you run out."

Lucius's jaw tightened at his sons words. "Don't you dare underestimate how powerful we could be, Draco. I've used the Organink Potion and the Organink Wand to bring the Dark Lord back, along with a plethora of former Death Eaters and a new army I've written about. If we ever run out of Organink Potion, I will bring some more back, simply by writing about it."

Umbridge giggled. "Do not take the credit, Mr. Malfoy," she met Lucius's gaze, her smile never disappearing from her face. "Realize that everything you've done—all the characters and wizards you have written about to bring into this world—has all been done under my orders. Our Dark Lord would not be here if I had not freed you from Azkaban and, in return, made you promise to bring him back and do my bidding."

Hermione was speechless. So Umbridge was behind everything.

Suddenly, the windows shattered. Everyone looked up to see four Yapillons—Piper, Plutarco, Pokey, and Penny—flutter into the lab. All four genopets were snarling and yapping, releasing a mixture of blue, green, and yellow pollen. They zoomed around the room, knocking over lab equipment and spilling all sorts of potions.

The room immediately smelled like a mixture of rotten eggs, vinegar, and horse poop. Lucius and Umbridge were surrounded by the mist emitting from the Yapillons' mouths, and soon, weeds and vines were extending from their ears, nostrils, and mouths. The back of Umbridge's skirt ripped to release a chomping Venus Fly Trap growing from her butthole.

Umbridge let out an agonizing scream and ran, but the carnivorous flower extended outwards in the opposite direction, and closed its big mouth around Lucius's head, making the man let out a muffled yell and let go of Draco, who fell to the ground as Pokey zoomed over his head. Piper zoomed in Hermione's direction, knocking her cage over. Hermione grunted as her cage landed on the floor with a crash. The door latched open, and she rose out, watching as Umbridge and Lucius fled the lab, screaming with a bunch of vines and chomping carnivorous flowers growing from every hole of their bodies.

Hermione looked around the messy lab. The people in the cages behind her were still unconscious, the floor was covered in shards and different colors of liquid, and the air was filled with different colors of steam. As she climbed out of her cage, the four Yapillons started circling her several feet above her head, releasing a hot-pink mist as they barked and barked.

Hermione realized that Draco was lying at her heels. He got up and instantly turned around, purposely avoiding eye contact with Hermione. "Nope! Not going to let this happen again!" He pinched his nose as the Amorabloom Pollen became thicker around them.

Hermione cupped her hands around her nose and mouth and turned to walk away. "Penny! Stop!" She shouted. "I'm grateful that you Yapillons rescued us, but that doesn't mean we're going to succumb to this nonsense again."

But the Yapillons kept barking, releasing more and more Amorabloom Pollen.

Hermione found herself involuntarily turning around to face Draco, who was also slowly turning to face her. Draco kept his eyes on the floor, while Hermione's eyes were directed to the side. Then the two of them slowly walked up to each other. Eventually, Hermione's gaze shifted to Draco, and Draco's eyes shifted to meet her gaze. Their expressions remained vacant as they stared at each other, face to face. But there was no denying the intense passion that both of them were feeling.

"Granger…" Draco's voice was rather meek.

"Malfoy…" Hermione mumbled.

"I know it's only been a little over a day, but it feels so long since I've felt any romantic or sexual passion. And now…I can finally feel it."

"Me too…" Hermione closed her eyes as Draco rested a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, Merlin, it feels so good, this romantic passion," she murmured. "I just…I wanna feel this way forever. Especially if I won't be able to feel it naturally anymore."

Draco nodded, bringing her closer to him. "Me too," he whispered.

Hermione grabbed his forearm and slowly took his hand off her shoulder. "We mustn't though," she spoke softly. "We…we can't give in. I…I don't want to fall for you this way. I...I really don't like you like that."

Draco shook his head, taking a step back. "I know. I don't want this…I don't want to want you. Purebloods…should never fall for mudbloods….I don't like you, I don't want to like you…I don't want to want you…"

The Amorabloom Pollen twisted around them faster and faster until their bodies were both blown toward each other. The two of them collided. Hermione jumped back, only to throw herself against Draco again and wrap her legs around his waist. "Screw this," she huffed and pressed her lips against his.

Draco hugged her tightly and indulged in voracious kissing. He fell back on the messy table behind them, and the two of them rolled across all the shards, spilled potions, and gooey liquid. The Yapillons followed them, keeping their circling positions so that the pink mist continued to surround their interwoven bodies. The two of them indulged in the passionate feelings that had escaped them for what seemed to be so long. They were unable to feel all the cuts and sizzles they were getting from rolling across all the broken glasses and spilled liquid on the table.