I had to look up stuff for this chapter, so snippets of it are from the book. Also I'd just like to say hi to The Harry Potter Geek, and tell her to hurry up with her stories.
"We've got Potter!" Greyback roared triumphantly. "We've captured Harry Potter!"
Hermione closed her eyes as the gates swung open, but not in fear. They were at Draco's Manor. She would see him, if just a glimpse. A small smile spread on her face.
"Come on!" said Greyback to his men, and the prisoners were shunted through the gates and up the drive, between high hedges that muffled their footsteps.
They were dragged up the path, and Greyback pounded on the front door.
"What is this?" said a woman's cold voice.
"We're here to see He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" rasped Greyback.
"Who are you?"
They continued to bicker and bribe themselves inside. Hermione stretched her head upward. She wondered if that was Draco's room. She smiled as she pictured the slytherin green room plastered with moving pictures, the hidden ones of them together in some secret place. Her hand fell over Draco's locket.
"Bring them in," the women's voice said, pulling her out of her thoughts.
They were shoved and kicked up broad stone steps into a hallway lined with portraits.
"Follow me," said the women who Hermione recognised as Narcissa Malfoy, leading the way across the hall. "My son, Draco, is home for his Easter holidays. If that is Harry Potter, he will know." Her heart squeezed. He was here, she would see him.
The drawing room dazzled after the darkness outside. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, more portraits against the dark purple walls. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as the prisoners were forced into the room by the Snatchers.
Then she saw him. Her heart swelled at the sight of him. His pale blonde hair fell across his beautiful silver eyes. His mouth was opened in a horrified 'O'. He was so pale. More than usual, and the eyes she loved so much were framed with bags.
'I'm sorry' she mouthed.
'I love you' he mouthed back. She smiled-
"Draco, come here." Nacrissa's voice broke their gazes. Draco turned his head at his mother's words.
Greyback forced the prisoners to turn again so as to place Harry directly beneath the chandelier. Draco walked toward Harry.
"Well, boy?" Greyback rasped
Hermione watched Draco study Harry's face. She knew he knew it was Harry, and she also knew he would never tell his family and these god awful snatchers the truth.
"Well, Draco?" said Lucius Malfoy "Is it? Is it Harry Potter?"
"I can't - I can't be sure," said Draco. He was terribly unconvincing, but he had to sell it if they had any chance of being together.
"But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!"
Hermione had never heard Lucius Malfoy so excited.
"Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv-"
"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope Mr. Malfoy?" said Greyback menacingly.
"Of course not, of course not!" said Lucius impatiently. He approached Harry, and Draco and Hermione locked eyes again.
He was so beautiful. She just wanted to run to him, kiss him, and never let him go. But she couldn't, and that pained her. He was so close, but she couldn't touch him
'Are you okay' he mouthed. She nodded. They were oblivious to the exchange around them.
"… Draco, come here, look properly! What do you think?" he was pulled away from her again.
He pretended to study Harry's face. "I don't know," he said, and he walked away toward the fireplace where his mother stood watching, still watching Hermione.
"We had better be certain, Lucius," Narcissa called to her husband in her cold, clear voice. "Completely sure that it is Potter, before we summon the Dark Lord… They say this is his" - she was looking closely at the blackthorn wand - "but it does not resemble Ollivander's description… If we are mistaken, if we call the Dark Lord here for nothing… Remember what he did to Rowle and Dolohov?"
"What about the Mudblood, then?" growled Greyback. Harry was nearly thrown off his feet as the Snatchers forced the prisoners to swivel around again, so that the light fell on Hermione instead.
"Wait," said Narcissa sharply. "Yes - yes, she was in Madam Malkin's with Potter! I saw her picture in the Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't it the Granger girl?"
Hermione froze, her gaze meeting his. He looked back at her helplessly. "I… maybe…"
"But then, that's the Weasley boy!" shouted Lucius, striding around the bound prisoners to face Ron. "It's them, Potter's friends - Draco, look at him, isn't it Arthur Weasley's son, what's his name -?" Hermione bit her lip. This was it. They had been found.
"Yeah," said Draco again, his back to the prisoners. "It could be."
The drawing room door opened behind them. A woman spoke, "What is this? What's happened, Cissy?"
Bellatrix Lestrange walked slowly around the prisoners, and stopped on Harry's right, staring at Hermione through her heavily lidded eyes,
"But surely," she said quietly, "this is the Mudblood girl? This is Grander?" Hermione closed her eyes. They were finished.
"Yes, yes, it's Granger!" cried Lucius, "And beside her, we think, Potter! Potter and his friends, caught at last!"
"Potter?" shrieked Bellatrix, and she backed away, the better to take in Harry. "Are you sure? Well then, the Dark Lord must be informed at once!" She dragged back her left sleeve: Hermione saw the Dark Mark burned into the flesh of her arm, and knew that she was about to touch it, to summon her beloved master-
"I was about to call him!" said Lucius, and his hand actually closed upon Bellatrix's wrist, preventing her from touching the Mark. "I shall summon him, Bella. Potter has been brought to my house, and it is therefore upon my authority-"
"Your authority!" she sneered, attempting to wrench her hand from his grasp. "You lost your authority when you lost your wand, Lucius! How dare you! Take your hands off me!"
They erupted into bickering. Hermione looked at Draco in desperation. His expression mirrored hers.
'I love you more' she mouthed. A single tear fell down her face. This was it. they were going to die, and they would never be together.
"What is that?" Bellatrix shrilled, Hermione's eyes snapping to her.
All eyes fell onto the sword in the snatchers possession.
Like I said, I stole a fair bit of that from the seventh book, so sorry J.K Rowling. All the good descriptions and talking aren't mine. Mine is purely Hermione's thoughts. Little more reviewing please! They are what keep me going!