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Chapter Six

Pansy's Grudge

Hermione lay there that evening, staring into the cold silver eyes of someone she hardly recognized. Being kept in that dark dungeon for so long, she tried to even remember his name, and she couldn't.

Though the elves had healed her wounds, she ached. Hearing those words uttered from that blonde boy's mouth, had made her feel as if there was nothing left to live for.

She remembered hearing the screams coming from Ron's cell next to her, ear splitting and painful.

She remembered the day the screams stopped, even though at the time, she could not bring herself to believe that Ron was dead.

They were going to be happy together, her and Ron, before all of this chaos broke out.

She reached up and rubbed her forehead gently, as her head throbbed in pain.

The blonde boy was still watching her, sitting on the edge of her bed. He gave her an odd sort of grimace, triggering her memory.

"Malfoy." She whispered under her breath, sitting up suddenly and backing herself up against the bed frame.

That was when memories began flashing back to her suddenly.

"You have no say in anything. Keep your mouth shut, you filthy little mudblood."

"What are you looking at Granger?"

She suddenly found herself glaring at him.

"What do you want with me, Malfoy?" She hissed coldly.

He looked taken back by these words.

"What?" He spat, rolling his eyes at her, jolting more of her memories. "No 'thank you Draco'? Not even a slight show of appreciation for rescuing you?"

"You and I both know perfectly well that there must be a very good explanation for you rescuing me." She droned, still staring at him with that never-ending Granger glare.

He cleared his throat and snorted, adjusting his collar slightly around his neck. She looked over his clothing, it was a wealthy mans clothing.

"Be quiet Granger." He moaned. "How about a small hint of appreciation? If I hadn't showed up when I did those creatures would have had you-"

"Those creatures," She said, cutting him off. This made him angry. "Had me every single night for three years, so it's a great pity you didn't need me earlier, you could have stopped it."

He looked down, not saying a word.

"In fact, aren't you, third in command to the Dark Lord?" She continued. "Or has that changed since I was locked up in that tower?"

He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck in distaste.

"So, being third in command, couldn't you have saved me a long time ago?"

"Why would I do that?!" He spat angrily.

"You did it now, why?"

"Be quiet Granger." He stated, removing his cloak and resting it on the bed. "Maybe, I just had a change of heart. Besides, no matter what place in command you are for the Dark Lord, it is still his word over yours, and you and I both know how much he despises you."

"So why did he let me out now?"

"Would I have killed those creatures raping you if he had given me permission?!" He snapped, his eyes wild with rage.

She felt frightened.

"Come on Granger, use your muggle head. I thought you were supposed to be smart."

"It's a little hard to function when you've been locked away and tortured for three years." She said, feeling angry at him for his lack of sympathy. "I don't even know what is going on in the world outside of Hogwarts anymore."

Draco took a deep breath, running his pale fingers through his hair.

He had changed a lot since the last time she had seen him. He was taller and stronger, and more matured.

"He has taken over everything." Draco sad, Hermione swore she could hear sadness in his voice. "Every town, every city, every god damn town even off the bloody map, even places in Northern Yukon, have been overrun with his servants and dark creatures."

Hermione felt herself raising her eyebrows at him.

"The Yukon?" She drawled, rolling her eyes and giggling. "I'm surprised you even know where that is, Malfoy. You've grown smatter in your age-"

"Of course I know where the god damn Yukon is, Granger!" He snapped, his face curling into a scowl. "It's in fucking Canada, what do I look like, a squib?!"

She giggled harder now, realizing it was the first time she had in a very very long time.

He let out an angry groan, collapsing onto his back next to her and staring blankly up at the roof of his four poster bed.

"What does your father have to say about all of this?" Hermione asked softly.

"He doesn't know."

Hermione felt very confused, she didn't understand what she was doing here. She looked at him, and realized he was looking at her. His cold eyes scanned over her face, and she thought he looked much more hansom then in school.

She lowered her eyebrows at him, turning away in realization of her thoughts.

"Well, what do you want with me, Malfoy?" She said. "I'm sure that there must be a reason that I'm here, I know you wouldn't just rescue me out of the kindness of your heart."

He continued looking at her, then took a deep breath.

"It was my mother's idea, not mine." He snapped.

"She wants me here?"

"She died."

Hermione looked away from him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh."

"She want's me to resurrect Harry Potter." Draco droned, sighing in frustration and rolling his eyes. "Of course, I don't understand what on earth could be so great about Potter, but she wants me to bring him back."

Hermione stared blankly at him, unsure of what she had just heard.

Harry was a name that had not crossed her mind in years.

"Harry?"

"YES!" Draco roared. "HARRY FUCKING POTTER! The good for nothing prat who hid behind all of his friends, etcetera."

Hermione jumped as he shouted.

"He didn't hide behind all of his friends, Malfoy." She said sternly. "Besides, you just never liked Harry because he always got more attention then you at school, and you were a spoiled brat."

"Spoiled!?" Draco snapped, sitting up and staring at her. She found herself cowering. "You think that I'm spoiled? Do you think that the life I live is a bloody cake-walk Granger? Do you think that doing jobs for the Dark Lord and killing people is all just fun and games? Do you think that going to sleep every night is easy knowing I've killed people?"

She opened her mouth to protest, though no words could be bound together to form a sentence.

She suddenly felt very sorry for him.

"You don't have a clue what's it's like." He said, his voice softening, as he saw the fear in her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a loud pop beside them, making them both jump. Draco spun around and looked at the house elf.

"What is it Greep?" He muttered, angry and flustered.

The creature bowed.

"Sire, there are two guests here to see you, and Ms. Parkison is with them as we speak."

Draco nodded, standing without a word.

Hermione thought of the name she had just heard, it sounded very familiar, though she couldn't quite put a face with it.

There was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Shit." Draco whispered, running his hand through his hair.

He looked frightened.

Then the door opened, and a girl with long raven hair entered the room in a fluster.

"Draco!" She squealed. "Crabbe and Goyle are here, and they are raiding the kitchen and making a massive mess! I can't stand them any. . ."

She trailed off suddenly, her face dropping from the flare of frustration it had had moments ago. She looked from Draco and then to Hermione in confusion.

"What the hell? Draco! WHAT ARE YOU-"

Draco jumped forward, clamping his hand to her mouth.

"Shhhhh." He said to her.

She yanked his hand away, black hair falling over her eyes.

Hermione recognized the girl suddenly, as her eyes flashed to Draco in disgust. Then she looked at Hermione, in that same manner of disrespect she had at Hogwarts years ago, as if Hermione was something on the floor to avoid stepping on.

"Pansy, please." Draco pleaded with her gently, taking his hand and placing it on her face. The girl was in an utter uproar.

"You STOLE Granger from the Dark Tower?!" She hissed. "Are you INSANE!?"

"Please Pansy, if you care about me, you won't say a word."

She looked at him, mouth open.

"You did this against the wishes of the Dark Lord?" She whispered. "Oh, you are so much trouble Draco."

"Not, if he doesn't know." Draco said to her, placing both hands onto her face and looking at her. "And you can keep a secret, can't you Pansy?"

He gave her a soft smile. Hermione laughed softly under her breath, watching as he manipulated her.

"Can you stay with her while I go down to Crabbe and Goyle?" He asked her, very kindly. "I promise I won't be long. She just needs to be watched for awhile, she has only just been healed and is very weak."

Pansy opened her mouth to protest, but Draco stopped her by kissing her. Then he pulled away, and it looked as though she was weak.

"Thanks." He said, turning and leaving the room without a word. "I will explain after."

"Draco, wait!" She said, but the door had already closed.

Hermione took a nervous swallow as Pansy turned to look at her.

She didn't like this plan.

"Well. . . Granger, long time no see." She whispered, glaring at her with hatred. "I would ask what reason you have for being in my fiancé's bed, but obviously it isn't for anything, grotesque."

She stuck her nose in the air, walking a little closer.

Fiancé? This made Hermione feel even sorrier for Draco then she had before.

Hermione frowned in her direction.

"You look like absolute hell Granger." Pansy continued, smirking devilishly. "Terrible there, was it?"

Hermione didn't say anything, she just watched as the girl came closer and closer. She shuddered a little at the mention of that horrid place.

Pansy giggled, shrill and cruel.

"I should kill you right now." She said, her face suddenly dropping into an evil stare. "Now, tell me what you are doing here, Granger."

"I don't know." Hermione croaked hoarsely, her voice still rusty. "Malfoy didn't tell me."

Pansy raised her eyebrows, reaching to hers side and grasping her wand gently. Hermione looked from the wand and back to Pansy, frightened that this might be the end of her life.

What does it matter? Ron is dead. Kill me then, you lousy whore.

"How did he rescue you from there, anyway?" Pansy asked her, still clutching her wand. "Tell me."

"Broke inside, I believe."

"What the hell is that!?" Pansy shrieked, pointing towards Hermione's wrist.

Hermione looked down to her wrist, seeing the mark of the Death Eater staring back at her.

"Erm, nothing." She said, covering it with the sleeve of the shirt she was dressed in. She guessed that it must be Malfoy's shirt.

Pansy rushed forwards, taking Hermione's wrist violently, and taking another look.

Hermione yanked her arm away.

"Hermione Granger, a Death Eater?!" Pansy snapped, looking frustrated and furious. "Is this some sort of a joke?!"

Hermione didn't say anything, she just looked away.

Then she saw Pansy grab hold of her wand once more, and point it swiftly between her eyes.

"I never heard anything about you being crowned a Death Eater." She hissed. "Tell me why that marking is on your wrist, or I swear I will hurt you, mudblood."

Hermione just stared into the girls icy blue eyes, but did not say a word.

"TELL ME GRANGER!"

Silence.

"Stupify!"

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