Hermione charmed her protection spells and allowed the crew into their hide-out.
"We found him during our mission," Seamus said bluntly. "We figured he might bring some use to us considering we have nothing." He looked aggravated and angry. Hermione saw Lavender throw herself at him and plant kisses all over his face and then his face slowly became calm and at peace.
The Gryfindor princess turned away from the slobbery couple and faced the unconscious Draco Malfoy.
"And what did you plan to do with him?" Hermione asked as she observed the blond boy more carefully. Well, boy seemed like an understatement considering the fact that he was now much taller and built. The man was lean and it was evident that he was very fit even with his body practically bleeding heavily and bruised.
"Well, I thought we could lock him up and find out some information from him about the other death eaters and such," Seamus responded. "Oh! That counts for my 'Thought Time'. I hate that bloody game."
Everyone laughed at this. Good thing Seamus's personality was still radiant and carefree. It was a good feeling to have sometimes. Even in the darkest of times.
"Ok," Harry said. "We'll keep him in a spare room. Some one has to watch him, though."
Seamus stepped back, "I'm not touching that scum. I've had enough of him!"
The other people from the crew stepped back as well. Silence followed as everyone began to stare at each other as if trying to push someone…anyone…to watch over him.
Knowing that no one was going to actually volunteer, Hermione stepped in, "Fine, I'll do it, you babies." She huffed and crossed her arms. "Take him in and I'll fix him up before I ask him some questions."
The crew nodded and did as they were told. Hermione noticed Terry as he passed her, and for a second, she saw his eyes. They weren't the same the last time she saw them. They were…empty.
I did that. I did that to him.
She sighed softly and continued onto the tent.
Stay calm, Hermione. Stay strong.
Draco Malfoy woke with start. He had a nightmare that some lot from the Order attacked him while he was out in the woods to get some fresh air. He just wanted a minute to breathe and forget about the war going on…but then those fucking pricks beat him to it (He was outnumbered okay. He would have hexed them all to hell if he could). Oh Salazar, that was terrible. Ugh, he was so sore. He needed some fucking te-
"Tea?" he heard a soft, feminine voice beside him and he jolted before turning to face the voice.
"Granger," he said in a whisper, almost as if he wasn't sure if she was real or not or if it was just another dream.
"Malfoy," she responded impassively and handed him the small, embezzled cup of tea. "Drink up. You need something to soothe your bones."
Draco looked at the drink suspiciously. This mudblood could be lying and she's probably plotting to kill him at the moment and present the dead body to Saint Potter. Oh no, he's not drinking that shit.
"Malfoy, if I wanted to kill you…I would have done it by now." Granger said tiredly. But then again, that's what every one says. Yet, they may still plan to kill you. Whatever, he was not drinking shit that came from a mudblood. "I wouldn't have healed your bruises or anything if I wanted you to die."
Draco suddenly remembered the event that happened last night. He was now feeling very sick and weary. So, it wasn't a bloody nightmare. It was real. Everything was real. Including her.
Groggily, he accepted her tea and took a large sip. And like Granger said, it did soothe his bones. He felt calmer and more relaxed then. He set aside the cup of tea and turned his attention to his surroundings. He realized, in an instant, that he didn't know where he was. But he guessed it was something of the Order's lot. He was on a rough bed, far less exquisite as his back home, and the walls of the room were cheap-looking and pasty…and the floor looked like a supple carpet. How disgusting.
Then, he turned his attention to his body. He was so sore it hurt and although most of his injuries have been healed, he felt like hell.
Then, there was Granger. Why did she heal him? They hated each other. He hated her and her filthy mudblood-ness. He hated her intelligence, which was far beyond his, and it was bloody annoying. And then he hated her for helping him because now he had a sense of guilt in his stomach for all the things he did to her in school. He hated that now- he owed her.
"Why did you help me?" he asked. The question was lingering in his head for so long that he felt a bit relieved to have finally let it out.
"The boys actually wanted to lock you up and just spit questions at you…and use you as a prisoner but," She paused. "I think that's preposterous."
And suddenly Draco realized the danger he was in. Granger was clever to try and make him feel comfortable so he wouldn't burst into flames. But now, he knew. He was (basically) going to be used as a prisoner. They attacked him! Isn't the Order supposed to be all high and noble? Well, that's a false statement. Merlin, his parents are probably wondering where the fuck he is and his father is going to literally crucio him. The blond then felt his blood start to boil and burn.
"Let me go" he commanded and began searching frantically for his wand, "Or I swear I'll-
Granger's face abruptly dropped to solid ice. Her eyes were fierce on him and he saw her reach for her wand in her pocket.
"You can't leave," she said coldly. "I have your wand. You have to answer all my questions and stay until you are to be notified as an 'irrelevant source' by the Order. You will stay here and follow all the rules- all my rules- and you will not leave."
"Like hell!" he yelled and got up from his bed.
But Granger was quick. So quick. She was already up and ready with her wand pointed right to his throat. He froze.
"You better shut your mouth before I remove it permanently," she spit. "And you will answer all my questions honestly and obey the rules. I'm warning you. I am very skilled in Legilimency and Occlumency. You can't do anything, Malfoy."
Draco told a bold step forward and replied with the same amount of heat. "When I get out of here," he spat. "I will kill you."
Granger merely smirked…smirked! He was serious about this. He was going to kill her and she looked at him as if it was just a- a joke. The witch had nerve.
"If," she said, "if you get out of here, Malfoy."
And with that she walked away and locked the door behind her.
Draco was fuming with anger. Not only did she have his wand, and locked him in this shit hole…she had the last word.