Reborn | By : BranowynIvy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8621 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"I will not stay there."
"Hermione, please. Be reasonable." Lupin rubbed his eyes wearily as he prepared to take another onslaught of righteous fury from the small witch before him.
Hermione was outraged. Never had she been so angry at anyone in the Order before. She nearly shook with the force of it, pure unadulterated rage. It mottled her cheeks and put a dangerous spark in her eye. "Reasonable? Reasonable? I am the only one in this room being fucking reasonable. Merlin, do you HEAR yourselves?"
"Hermione-"Molly Weasley tried to interrupt with her insistent soft voice and sympathetic kind eyes.
She only made Hermione more irate. "Just last month the man was on our most wanted list, someone we were going to hunt down, tie a ribbon around and gift him to the Dementors and now you want me to stay in his house?"
Lupin blew out an exasperated breath, his own well controlled irritation getting the better of him. "You are taking things out of context and being irrational. Get it together, Granger. Malfoy is one of us now and if we want to continue to benefit from the seeds he has planted on our behalf then you must go into hiding."
Kingsley nodded his agreement as he paced back in forth in the small kitchen at 12 Grimmauld Place. "They saw you with him, Hermione. We all know that Bellatrix is untrusting and paranoid, if Malfoy does not prove himself soon then it was all for nothing."
Hermione glared at the older man, wishing with all her might that that she could shake them all senseless. "So you are going to off me and then shut me away in Malfoy bloody Manor? Genius. Why didn't I think of that? Oh right, because it is mental!"
Lupin slammed his fist down, the sound echoing loudly within the small space. "We are not going to 'off' you…we are going to make Bellatrix and the Death Eaters believe that Draco offed you and you are going to stay safe at the one place they will not look."
Hermione placed both hands on the table, leaning on it for support as the tone of her voice morphed in the one tinged with the betrayal she felt. "At least, that is the hope right? We do not really know that she will fall for it or that she will not demand to search the Manor to further prove his loyalty."
Lupin closed his eyes and shook his head sadly, "Hermione. I am sorry but this is not really a discussion."
Her nostrils flared and she dug her nails into the table. "There has to be another way."
Kingsley stepped toward her, hands outstretched. "They saw you with him, screaming at him and trying to hex him for Merlin's sake. They think that his cover is blown."
Hermione cast him a glare, "How do we know it isn't?"
Lupin glanced at the as of yet silent form that leaned against the wall in a shadowed corner, pleadingly. The figure sighed heavily and stepped out. "Mione, come on. We have been over this, Malfoy is on our side." Harry put one of his hands over hers in supplication.
She snorted and pulled away. "Bollucks. A double, double agent? Seems like an awfully convenient position for the ferret to be in. Death Eaters win? Fantastic. Order overcomes? He knew it all along."
Molly's shoulders slumped. "He is our best shot." She murmured.
"Well isn't that comforting."
Lupin stood abruptly, his patience hanging on by a thread and a thin one at that. "Maybe not but here we are and that is the way it is. Are you going to cooperate or not?"
Hermione glanced at Kingsley, his arms crossed over his chest stubbornly. Molly, her sad features tugging at the frayed strings of Hermione's heart. Lupin, his chest heaving as he fought to maintain his humanity and finally, Harry. The face of her friend was ultimately her undoing. "Fine! Let him kill me and stash me away."
"That sounds picture perfect, Granger."
Everyone in the room spun to face the new occupant. "Malfoy." Hermione hissed.
As was his norm, he did not acknowledge her. "Are we doing this or not? I have a small window here, Bellatrix has agreed to meet me so if we are going to kill Hermione than we need to do it now."
Harry nodded slowly, "You are sure you can keep her safe? Once they think she is dead we cannot have them obliterating her body or anything, she will be helpless and totally dependent on you to get her to the manor."
Draco rolled his eyes, his hands winding around themselves as though to speed up the conversation. "Yes, yes we have gone over all of this. They are going to believe that I am going to return her body to the Order blaming another Death Eater. You will stage the funeral and mourn, etcetera etcetera. What are we waiting for?"
"Eager to murder me, Malfoy?"
He finally faced her, giving her his most practiced sneer. "You have no idea, Granger."
Lupin stepped between them to break their line of sight, "Alright. You know what to do. Remember, the rest of us are out of sight." He turned round with his hand outstretched towards Hermione. "You must drink this. Now or it might not work."
She stared at his hand for many seconds, her heart rate accelerating the longer she stood there, the longer she hesitated. Finally and with much effort she reached out and took the small vial from Lupin's palm. She closed her eyes as the feel of the cold glass met her warm hand. She was going to die tonight. A chill of real fear slithered down her spine as she maneuvered her thumb and forefinger to pop the cork on the small bottle. She opened her eyes and found herself staring directly at Draco, "Tell me that I am not really going to die tonight. Tell me that you are on our side. Tell me that my fears are baseless."
"Would you believe me? If I told you all those things and meant them would you believe me?"
Hermione's features twisted into something akin to that of vulnerability, something she had never shown to the blonde before. When her lips parted, the words that slipped past them were soft. "I have to."
Draco nodded once, "I will do all that I have said. You are not going to die this night, I am on the Order's side and your fears, this time, are baseless. I promise."
She put the vial to her mouth and let the liquid slide down her throat. She swallowed and pushed her shoulders back, steeling her resolve. "I am ready."
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