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Chapter Ten

Interrogating with a Twist

Hermione opened her eyes, hoping to see the bright sunlight streaming through the windows. She had grown so accustomed to this place and even had a routine. She would wake up in the morning feeling refreshed after a wonderful night's rest, would get freshened up, changed, and go downstairs for a quick breakfast. Of course, if a house elf was in her room before she went down to breakfast, that would mean that other people were in the house and she had to remain in her room until Mrs. Malfoy came to retrieve her.

Today was no different than other days at the Manor. Hermione woke up as was normal, and did her morning routine without question. It wasn't until she remembered that she had fallen asleep with a not so dressed man in her bed that she faltered from her morning habit.

She ducked her head out of the door and looked to see if there was a man lying in her bed. There was. Hermione was half overjoyed that he was still there, and half stunned at how he was still asleep. She smiled to herself a very evil little smile and sauntered over to the bed and where he was lying. She had a plan to wake him up.

She crawled on top of him, and starting placing light kisses on his face and neck. Before she knew it strong arms twisted around her waist and held her close to the chest of this amazingly handsome man. "Well good morning handsome." She whispered lightly as she tried to sneak out of his grasp.

No such luck. His arms were tight around her and he was unrelenting. He had no thoughts of letting her go. "Good morning beautiful. Do you mind getting back in bed and staying with me until next week in here?" He whispered back burrowing himself into the covers. Hermione giggled and tried harder to get out of his strong grip.

"Well why on Earth would you want to keep me here that long? Don't you have other things you need to do? Like interrogate your new prisoners? Make sure your parents know your back? Check in with the Dark Lord or Dezi? Or something?" Hermione said, attempting to get his mind off of her and her not so clothed body.

"Hmm… no. It can all wait, and must I say Hermione, I like your choice in clothing. Or should I say lack thereof." The smirk was evident in his voice. She would have smacked him if he wasn't so charming.

"Really? Don't you want to get to the Dark Lord before Nott does? It's very likely he'll say he did all the work." Hermione whispered still trying to get out of Draco's grasp. But he was unrelenting and refused to let go of his prize.

"Nah. Nott would never do that. Especially because The Dark Lord approved my plans beforehand alone, and Nott doesn't know if anyone went right or wrong and what it was that went right or wrong. So if he claims that he did all the work, the Dark Lord will know that he's lying." Draco said. He took Hermione with me as he rolled over and she found herself laying on her side facing Malfoy. "Plus, there's a tiny bit more of respect on this side of the war. Even if we are throwing the game."

Hermione finally gave up trying to escape from his grasp and instead kissed him on the lips, she slid under the covers with him, hoping to get some of his warmth. He held her close to him, feeling her bare skin against his. Draco smiled as he felt the body of a woman he loved pressed close against his. He was happy, and she could feel it.

"Draco, really? This early in the morning? How on earth is that possible?" She asked giggling. Draco smiled and shrugged unsure himself how he could be and started kissing her neck. He hoped that he could have a repeat of the night before. There was no way anyone could beat that. It had been wonderful, and amazing. The passion and emotions that flowed between the two of them was so intense the rest of the world was blocked out. For a while there, there was no one but the two of them.

And as Draco started making his actions known, he thought back to last night and knew they were going to top it. Whatever they had, was something right. And he wasn't about to mess it up.

Down in the Dungeons Maroon sat in a dirty old cell. He had been told probably a thousand times since he arrived that Young Master Malfoy would be down soon to interrogate him and figure out exactly what was going on. Nott barely left him alone for a few minutes before he was back again with some news about the Master Malfoy.

"Alright, Maroon, if I'm hearing correctly, and trust me those sounds aren't sounds you mistake for anything, but Malfoy will be a while. I hear he's got some whore 'specially for him. I think it's that one friend of yours…. What was her name? Granger or something like that. Well, give him a few minutes he'll be down shortly." Nott said through the door.

Maroon closed his eyes and tried to relax. He was stuck here.

Oh, hell. He thought. How in the name of Merlin am I going to get out of this. If they find out… bloody fuck. Maroon wandered around his cell. He wondered what had happened in here. How many other prisoners had died in here. It looked relatively clean, and unused. But then again there was dirt every where. Looking at it closely, it looked like really bad movie props. Like everything was just for show. He needed to see Malfoy. Or at least Hermione. If she was here, she might know a way to get the things they needed here. Couldn't be too different from prison right?

Maroon was busy worrying about things and pacing around in his cell, he didn't notice when Draco stepped through the cell door and closed it behind him. When Maroon finally noticed that Malfoy was right there, he stopped pacing and it took all his control not to fly at him and beat him to a pulp. He was restraining so hard that he was shaking.

"Calm down, Weasley. We need to talk about a lot of things before we start interrogating you." Malfoy pointed his wand at the door, and muttered a silencing spell. No one outside would hear what they were saying in here. "This place isn't what you think it is. If you can't tell by the state of this place, we don't actually hold prisoners. Once the captors are gone, we take the 'prisoners' and we put them in rooms in our Manor and treat them like normal people. My parents never wanted to be with the Dark Lord, but we had no choice. So they finally decided enough with him, and are doing things their own way. Hermione is safe, don't worry. Within a few hours you will also be released from this cell and allowed to act as if the Manor is your home. However, because you are a figure of importance right now, you will be more likely forced into a cell when people, say the Dark Lord, come to visit." Malfoy said, he was used to giving this run down, though it was always a little different depending on the person.

"What's going on between you and Hermione?" Malfoy thought the voice sounded weird, but paid no attention to it. Some people had different accents. Some people's accents changed depending upon who they hung out with.

"Well, we kind of fell in love. Or I fell in love with her. I am so grateful I have her in my life. I plan on making it official soon. I know that as long as the Dark Lord is still around, we can never be together. But isn't that the beauty of charms? We can charm the way she looks so that no one knows its her. No one but me." Malfoy sounded happy when he talked about Mione.

"Is she happy?"

Draco was confused by the question. "Yes, I really think she is."

"Alright. Good."

"Ok. So let's talk strategy. What are your guys planning against Voldemort? We need to cooperate so that we can get this over with quickly. Do you guys have any ideas as to how to defeat the Dark Lord?" Malfoy wanted to know everything they had. The sooner they killed You-Know-Who, the faster he could make Hermione his forever.

"I want to see Hermione. Or at least talk to her." He seriously needed to talk to Hermione. "It is of the utmost importance that I talk to her. Now!" Maroon was adamant. Malfoy looked at the man in front of him and noticed something. His eyes got all wide and he nodded as if he knew what was going on. But Maroon knew that to be impossible. There was no way the ferret would know what was going on. Malfoy snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared.

"Please go retrieve Miss Hermione. She is in the room across from mine. Thank you Sivvy." There was something different about the Malfoy kid. He seemed... nicer? Maroon wasn't sure if that was the right word for it. But that was the only thing he could think of to describe him.

It took a matter of seconds before Hermione appeared. She took one look at Malfoy then saw Maroon. "Ron!" She ran and hugged him. It had been awhile since she had seen him.

"Hermione. I need to talk to you about something. In private." Malfoy looked at Hermione, waiting to get her approval. The moment she said ok, he would go. She nodded and he took the hint and left the room. He closed the cellar door behind him. He knew that she needed some privacy. It had been awhile since they had seen on another.

Eventually there was a knock on the door and Draco opened it up to find Hermione. She looked, slightly scared.

"We need to get to your room now." Her voice sounded finite.

"Alright Hermione what's going on?" Draco asked once they were safely in his room. She turned around her eyes filled with tears.

"We need Polyjuice Potion. Immediately."