Draco's Prisoner | By : caseyjarryn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22058 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 14
Draco was wary as he entered the cottage, fully aware that he was not trusted or wanted here. If it wasn't for Hermione, no promise in the world would have granted him entry into the Orders safe house. He was conscious of Ron glaring daggers at his back and he stepped closer to Hermione, to the only person here who wouldn't sooner see him dead than offer him asylum.
He couldn't blame them, he supposed, he'd never given them any reason to trust him, he'd never had the courage to show any sign of his changing alliances. He lowered his gaze to his feet, feeling more ashamed than ever about his past actions and the hurt he had caused.
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Hermione felt his posture change and again squeezed his hand in reassurance, only then realising that they were holding hands, fingers interwoven; she wasn't sure when exactly she had come to find Draco's presence so comforting. Had she pictured this moment before their escape she could more easily see herself running into Ron's arms, finding comfort in the familiarity of home and friends. But somehow she had changed during her time imprisoned and again during her time alone with Draco, and she wasn't sure how she should act around these people. It wasn't that they were unfamiliar; it was that she was unfamiliar to herself. She wasn't sure what she was feeling; relief, certainly, at being safe, at being home. But she was also feeling disappointed that her time with Draco may be coming to an end, that now that they were here he wouldn't need her anymore; he'd fulfilled his part of the bargain and she'd fulfilled hers. She grasped his hand tighter, not wanting to let go of him just yet, not wanting to share him with anyone and knowing that she would have to, the order would need to know everything about why he was changing sides and they wouldn't leave him with any secrets left of his own after he was through questioning. She knew that it was necessary, but still she felt herself wanting to protect him from the indignity of having himself laid bare before these people who held his life in their hands.
They were led towards the main meeting room, which held a circular table in the centre of the room. Before they were asked to take a seat Harry held out his hand for Draco's wand, despite giving them the benefit of the doubt and allowing Draco to explain himself they weren't about to take any chances; Draco handed it over reluctantly. The circular table was spelled so that any number of people could fit around it, so when they went to take seat and the table appeared to be already full, they merely stepped between Harry and Arthur and two chairs magically appeared behind them.
Once everyone had filed into the room and taken a seat at the table Harry cleared his throat causing the whispers in the room to abruptly fall silent. "I know that you must be exhausted, Hermione" Harry started, looking at her gently, "but I hope you understand that we need to find out what happened after your capture and the details of how you managed to escape, and more importantly if we can trust that Malfoy can be believed when he says he wants to join our cause and fight with us against Voldemort and his Death Eaters." Ron scoffed at the possibility of Draco being trustworthy and Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, causing him to scowl. Harry ignored the interruption and continued "I know it will likely be difficult Hermione, but would you be willing to recount the events that have occurred since your capture?" He looked at Hermione with regret, knowing that her time with the Death Eaters had most likely not been pleasant, Hermione nodded knowing that it had to be done and she might as well get it out of the way.
He turned to Ginny, "Ginny, would you mind taking Draco into the next room? Secure him to his chair, I don't want to take any chances and I want to get separate accounts from each of them" He looked over at another witch across the table, "Hestia, would you go with them?" Ginny and Hestia agreed and they each got up and stood either on either side of Draco's chair waiting for him to get up. Hermione gave his hand one last squeeze and slowly let her fingers fall from his as he stood. She felt cold without his comforting presence beside her and watched his retreating back as he was led from the room. She sighed and turned back to the Order members around the table, Harry nodded at her to begin and so she brought forth the memories of the early days of her capture and tried not fall back in the despair and terror she had been in while imprisoned.
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Draco was nervous as he was led from the meeting room, he didn't want Hermione to have to relive the experience she had had while under his father’s care. Once the door had been closed between the two rooms Ginny cast a silencing charm so he couldn't hear anything that was being said in the meeting room and the other witch, Hestia, gestured for him to take a seat in one of the armchairs that crowded around a low wooden coffee table in the centre of the room. He sighed and took a seat, resigning himself to being magically 'secured' in place, at least the chair looked comfortable. Once he sat down Hestia cast a charm that left him able to move around on the chair but unable to get up off the chair.
Ginny was standing across from him with her arms crossed, she looked unimpressed with the idea of there being a Malfoy in her home. "So what's your plan?" She asked, "You've clearly managed to charm Hermione into trusting you, but while she may be the greatest witch of our age, she is far too soft hearted and trusting." She sat down on the chair across from him and pursed her lips, After a moment she said simply, "I'm not so easily fooled."
Draco's lip twitched as he fought and failed to keep a scowl from his face. He may be sorry for the things his father and the Dark Lord made him do, but he was still a Malfoy and the idea of needing to be polite to the Weasley's, especially when they weren't returning the favour, was not one that he was going to get used to easily. He looked away from her and managed to keep himself from making a scathing retort; he needed to gain the Order's trust, and that included the Weasley's, he wouldn't be making a good start by acting like the same old Draco that they knew and loathed. He shifted uncomfortable in his seat painfully aware that Ginny was still glaring at him and he wished he was able to get up and pace the room while waiting for Hermione to be finished.
Time ticked by slowly, Ginny had taken his lead and was now ignoring him, but as Draco studied her for a moment he realised that she looked like she was listening to something intently and he realised that her silencing charm was selective – it was only him that couldn't hear what was being said next door. He scowled again, wishing that he'd been allowed to remain in the meeting room, or at least have some way to know that Hermione was ok. Theoretically he knew that these were her friends and that they wouldn't push her to talk about anything that was too painful for her to remember, but he couldn't help be uncomfortable at being away from her, not knowing what was happening behind the closed door. He hoped that she wouldn't get a hard time for bringing him back here with her and he watched Ginny's face for signs of what was going on next door but to his frustration her face wasn't giving anything away so he gave up and studied the room they were in instead.
Sometime later he felt himself dozing off when the door to the meeting room opened suddenly, startling him awake. He tried to jump up from the chair but was stopped by the spell that had been placed on him. Harry came into the room, looking tired "Ron is showing Hermione to her room and Molly is getting her some food, she's exhausted. We'll take a quick break and interrogate Malfoy after everyone's had some lunch." He said facing toward Ginny, speaking as though Draco wasn't even in the room. At the mention of lunch Draco's stomach rumbled and he realised that he and Hermione hadn't eaten breakfast that morning in their rush to get the order headquarters. He mentally cursed himself for not taking better care of Hermione, she was still malnourished and way too thin; she needed regular meals to keep her strength up. Draco cleared his throat causing Harry to turn towards him, "May I go and see her?" He asked Harry, he wanted to make sure she was ok. Harry raised an eyebrow and turned back to Ginny without answering him, "Keep him here, I'll bring you all some food." 'Well', thought Draco dejectedly, 'I guess that's a no then.' He slumped back in his chair wishing that he could stretch his legs, or that he at least had a book to read to pass the time.
Harry left the room and returned a few minutes later carry a tray of food, he handed each of them a plate of sandwiches and a glass of water; at least they weren't planning on starving him. Before Draco could start on his meal, Harry pulled a small vial from the pocket of his muggle jeans and proceeded to pour the clear contents into Harry's glass. "Veritaserum" Harry said by way of explanation, "Drink".
Draco looked at the glass with his lips pressed together in a hard line, he hated the idea that in just hours all his inner thoughts and emotions would be laid bare before these people, he understood why he had to take it though... it was the only way that they would even begin to trust anything he told them. Draco downed the glass of water in three gulps and set the empty glass on the table in front of him next to his sandwiches. Harry had his wand out in one hand and a bundle of clothing in the other, Draco raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm going to lift the restrainment charm from you, then you'll stand up slowly and change out of your robes and into these" Harry said, raising the hand holding the clothing. Draco looked towards Ginny and Hestia and then back to Harry, "Do I get some privacy?" He asked and Harry answered by gesturing to the witches to turn around, Harry himself remained facing him, wand at the ready. Draco sighed, "Fine" he said to Harry "Lift the charm". When Harry hesitated looking at him with suspicion Draco raised his hands in a gesture of peace, wincing slightly as he moved his left shoulder, "I'll get up, change clothes and sit back down, you have nothing to worry about" He said impatiently, adding "I don't even have my wand for Merlin's sake". Appeased, Harry lifted the charm and gestured for Draco to stand. Harry averted his gaze as Draco stripped off completely and handed Draco the set of clothes he'd been holding. Once Draco had changed and sat back down Harry replaced the charm on the seat and collected Draco's clothing from the floor before leaving the room.
Ginny and Hestia returned to their seats and all three of them ate their lunch in silence. Draco's stomach was knotted with nerves; what would happen if what he had to tell them wasn't enough for them to take the risk of keeping him here under their protection? He didn't want to think about what would happen if he was left to fend for himself and the Death Eaters caught up with him. He had to make himself seem like an asset he had to make the order understand that he was on their side and that he would make a valuable ally.
Realistically he only had to wait for about 15 minutes before Harry came back into the room and Gestured for Draco to be brought in, but the minutes ticking by felt like hours and he could feel a sheen of sweat building on his brow.
He wiped his hands on the borrowed jeans as he stood up and stepped back through the door into the meeting room.
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