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One Unforgettable Year

Chapter 20: Mudblood

Info you need to know: "Talking".

"Your father? What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, now frowning confusedly. Blaise sat back down and leant against the back of the sofa, Hermione sat on the arm of his chair and Harry and Ginny occupied the sofa opposite.

"He's a Death Eater. I thought you guys knew that. I can think of a way to trick my father into telling me where Voldemort's hiding. It may take a little while, so we just have to hope Draco's okay for now." Hermione nodded, Harry had forgotten about Blaise's father but even though he now remembered he didn't think less of Blaise. After all Blaise was choosing a different path to his father. The good path.

"It's okay, just do what you can. But do you think you can leave and ask now?" Hermione said softly. Blaise looked at her and nodded.

"Yeah. I'll grab my wand and sneak out then apparate. Wait here for me when I get back with the information." They nodded. Blaise stood up and Hermione did too, she then flung herself on him and he staggered back slightly, surprised. He then grinned and hugged her back, just as tight as she was hugging him.

"Be careful." She murmured into his chest. He smiled, touched at her concern and gave her a quick friendly kiss on the top of her head.

"Will do, as long as you don't do anything crazy." He said and let go of her slightly to grin down at her. She grinned back up at him.

"Can't promise you that." he chuckled and let go of her, he smiled and nodded at the other two, then went up to the boys' room and came back down moments later with his wand. He waved goodbye and then he was gone.

Hermione sank into the armchair Blaise had previously been sitting on. She felt tired, exhausted in fact. Exhausted from worrying so much about Draco, now she had to worry about Blaise too. She hoped that his father wasn't an abusive bastard like Draco's. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. She wanted Draco to suddenly appear in the common room and reassure her that he was alright. That everything and everyone was okay. But she knew that wasn't going to happen. So she took a deep breath and decided to toughen it out. She would man up, even though she was a girl. She had to be strong. For Draco.

The room had now suddenly filled with an awkward silence. Harry and Ginny just didn't know what to say to Hermione, they knew she was worried about Draco and now Blaise and they had no idea how to reassure her. So they said nothing. Hermione sighed and curled up on the chair. She wanted to sleep so that she didn't have to face the fact that Draco wasn't here with her, that he was in danger. That she would not only be risking her life for him (she was okay with that) but her best friends' life as well. She knew that Blaise wanted to risk his life for Draco but she knew that Ginny and Harry liked Draco but weren't as close to him as Blaise and Hermione. Weren't as willing to give up their life for him. Hermione didn't blame them, instead just felt guilty making them come with her and Blaise.

"You guys don't have to come with us if you don't want to. I would hate it if something happened to you guys, I can't stop Blaise from coming but I feel like I'm forcing you two to come. You're not as close to Draco as I am, as Blaise is. I'm sorry." Hermione said softly, voicing her thoughts. Harry and Ginny were surprised at her words.

Sure, they admit they weren't as close to Draco as Hermione and Blaise, they considered him a good friend but nothing major. Though they were still willing to put their lives in danger for him. They were just hesitant because they hadn't known for sure if Draco was there and if it was a trap. They still didn't know if it was a trap but seeing Hermione this sad made them not care. Made them want to go, just so they could drag Draco's stupid ass back here. Ginny got up and sat on the ground next to Hermione's seat and Harry got up too, to sit on one arm of the chair. Ginny took one of Hermione's hands.

"Hermione don't be silly. You're not forcing us, Harry and I want to go. Sure, Draco isn't as close to us but he's still a friend. He's important to you so he's important to us." Ginny said softly and smiled at her. Hermione smiled back and squeezed her hand a 'thanks'.

"Besides Hermione, we're you're best friends we'll always have your backs. Even if you don't want us too." Harry said and grinned at her she grinned back and thanked the both of them and hugged them. Then it wasn't awkward anymore or ever again, they talked about plans on what to do when they got to Voldemort's hiding place and what was likely to happen when the Death Eaters and Voldemort realised they had unwanted company.

~ The Zabini Household ~

With a 'pop' Blaise found himself in his house living room. He shuddered not exactly thrilled to be back here. He hated his home; it was so gloomy, dark and cold. Not to mention it's where his father was. His father John Zabini wasn't the kindest of men. Nor fathers. He was very much like Lucious Malfoy, he didn't hold back with his punishments. He too felt that beating sense into his kid was the right way to go. His mother Claire Zabini was a weak woman. She was ill and that's why John Zabini was a Death Eater, so he could get enough power to get money to help his wife. So far it hadn't happened. (A/N: I don't know anything about Blaise's parents so I'm making it up.)

Blaise loved his mother, he did. But he still didn't like the way his father went about helping her, there were other ways to get money then to kill. Still, you couldn't choose your parents any more than parents could choose their kids. Blaise saw that his father wasn't in the living room so he wandered around until he found him. In his Study Area. Typical.

His father was always in there. Trying to find ways to help his wife and to not get killed by Voldemort and to trick Blaise into agreeing to become a Death Eater. Which never worked. Blaise was adamant on not being a bad guy. It seemed the cruellest path in life not to mention the stupid way; it didn't seem to get many people anywhere. Except get them in Azkaban.

Blaise knocked on his father's door. He learnt the hard way to knock before entering. The hard way meaning he earned himself a couple of bruises. He sighed inwardly at the memory; he wished he had a normal family. Instead of his deranged one. Blaise had vowed to himself that if he ever had kids then he would treat him like he had longed to be treated for years now. He wasn't going to make his kid suffer just because he did. Still does.

"Who is it?" the gruff familiar voice of his father snapped. Blaise rolled his eyes seeing as his father couldn't see him, his back was facing Blaise.

"It's me, father." Blaise said and John swirled around in his swirly chair. He looked at his son surprised and nodded at him. John Zabini was not a handsome man (Blaise inherited his looks from his mother) his eyes were grey and ice cold always seeming to glare at whomever was in their sight. His hair was long and curly and looked mangled and knotted, as if it had never been brushed. His nose was crooked and he always seemed to come across as if he was the type of person to mug you on the street. He probably would too. John crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at his son, his eyes making it seem as if he was glaring at him.

"What are you doing here, boy? That stupid school isn't on holidays yet, not till December." John snapped, his voice was never kind towards his son or soft or gently. Always a snap or a growl or a hiss. Blaise stopped himself for smirking as for once he was going to try tricking his father. Though hopefully he would actually succeed. His father wasn't the brightest of people.

"I was wondering if you could tell me where Voldemort is at the moment. I was thinking about getting the Dark Mark and I wanted to know where he is so that as soon as I've properly decided I can go straight to him." Blaise said casually and calmly. Making sure no hint of lies and deceit was in his voice. His father looked at him suspiciously for a moment but Blaise merely stared politely and curiously back. After a few moments John's face broke into an evil grin.

"Ah, finally you've seen sense. Well almost, Voldemort is currently staying in the Lestrange Manor. I'm sure you'll have you're final decision before they leave next week. You should go back before someone notices you're missing. I hope you make the wise decision, son." John said and then turned back to his desk, pretending as if his son wasn't still there. Blaise grinned at how stupid is father was and how easily it was to trick him. Blaise must have gotten his brains from his mother too.

Grinning proudly Blaise told his father he would choose the right path and then walked back into the living room and apparated back to the castle. Blaise had never been so thankful that is father was a Death Eater and that he was so damn stupid. It had made this whole rescue a lot easier.

~ Lestrange Manor. The Dungeon ~

Draco woke up with a fright. He groaned at the pain but then quickly forgot about it when he heard screams. Girl's screams. Screams that made him immediately think of Hermione. He jumped up and winced in pain but otherwise ignored it. He tried to rush to the wooden door at the opposite side of the room but fell flat on his face. He groaned again and looked at his feet and saw that they had been chained to the wall. He muttered foul curses under his breathe and all he could do was lie there and listen to the horrid screams. He prayed to God that it wasn't Hermione.

Meanwhile in another part of the Manor, the part where Draco had been brought to Voldemort, there was a girl screaming and writhing in pain on the floor. Her friends faces were sickly pale looking, as they were held by Death Eaters in such a strong grip that they couldn't get out of it. One of them was even crying and screaming at Voldemort to stop the Cruciatus curse. But Voldemort took no notice of the protests instead just grinned as he sent another wave of the curse at the near corpselike body on the floor.

The girl on the floor was none over than Hermione Granger. The friends who could do nothing but watch was of course Blaise, Harry and Ginny the latter was the person whom was crying. They had arrived at the Lestrange Manor and walked up to it. The doors automatically opened and they took one step in before their heads were covered with sacks and their hands tied behind their backs. They tried to fight but gained no advantage. They were dragged into Voldemort's throne room and their sacks removed. The Death Eaters gripped onto Blaise, Ginny and Harry in case the ropes came loose. Hermione's hands were untied and she was shoved in front of Voldemort. She didn't get to hex him at all because by the time she opened her mouth he had cursed her.

"This, Mudblood. Is what happens when you forget your place in our world. When you think that it's okay for someone like you to 'date' someone like Draco. It's not okay. You are filth, the only connection you should have to Draco is that he either killed you or you're his slave. You shouldn't have feelings for one another because it's absurd. He's a pureblood and you're nothing but a slutty Mudblood. Remember this pain and think of it everytime you look at Draco and know that this is the consequence of your relationship." Voldemort sneered at Hermione. She hated him in that moment, truly loathed him.

She was still under the curse and her whole body burned with pain and she was actually crying and couldn't stop screaming. She wanted the pain to stop but knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. She was just going to have to live throughout it. She watched - as she continued writhing on the floor - Voldemort turn to one of his Death Eaters and nod. The Cruciatus curse lifted but the pain did not subside. The Death Eater Voldemort nodded to came towards her and she could do nothing but just lie on the floor.

Hermione screamed out again as the Death Eater did something to her. She looked to her right arm where the pain was coming from. She wanted to gasp but she could only scream. Tears fell down her cheeks as she watched and screamed as the Death Eater continued to do its job. As he continued to burn the word onto her arm. Mudblood.

A/N: The idea of Hermione have Mudblood burned into her arm by magic wasn't mine, it came from the film! Poor Hermione, going through that will she be okay and be able to get back up on her feet to rescue Draco? Find out next chapter! Please leave a review with your thoughts on this chapter, thanks :3

Until next time - Tilda