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The Uneventful Story

By: Snowflake Imp

Rated: NC-17

Chapter 15

Disclaimer: I hate
you. I think the very fact that I�m
writing this on a shitty-ass PC and that I�m on assisted-living rent proves
that I don�t own Harry Potter, so why I have to physically SAY that I don�t own
any part of the franchise eludes me.

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Earlier that day�

Severus Snape couldn�t ignore that little tickling in the
back of his mind anymore. Something was
off with his godson when he saw him yesterday.
Usually he was moody and tried his hardest to get out of drinking a
potion he didn�t really understand.
However, that time Draco was calm and almost amused. As if it all didn�t matter.

�Draco? Have you
left for work already?� Severus called out, looking around. If he was still home, Severus had an excuse
all ready, having conveniently left a few books behind. From the looks of things however, it seemed
he didn�t have to bother.

He knocked on his bedroom door. No answer.

Severus opened the door slowly, only to be greeted by a
cold, empty room. He shook his
head. Even he, as dour and unattached
to material things as he was, decorated his room slightly with objects that
pleased him. But this room�it was like
no one lived in it. Everything was
bare, with only the very essential pieces of furniture and enmities
present. He had a suspicion that the
only reason why the rest of the manor was still so well furnished was because
Draco couldn�t be bothered to take the effort to get rid of everything. He walked around, not quite sure what he was
looking for. An affirmation, perhaps,
that something was amiss.

And then he found it.
Or to be more accurate, his foot found it. When he walked around the large, antique desk, the part of the
carpet he stepped on procured a very distinct squelching noise. He looked down. His heart froze.

Weeks, even months worth of potion was slowly seeping out of
the trash bin. Glass vials, carelessly,
violently tossed and broken. This could
only mean one thing.

Severus quickly ran, already knowing his next
destination. The Ministry. The only logical place he would be. Because she was there.

As he ran, he wondered how long ago did Draco begin to
remember. And then he prayed to
whatever deity that hadn�t turned its back on him yet to give him a little more
time. Just enough to save them both.

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�I really don�t see any bit of Lav in him, Harry,� Ginny
said with a soft smile gracing her lips.
Currently on a little holiday herself, she chose to spend some time at
the Potters and reacquaint herself with the little black-haired baby.

And his son.

�It�s all in his personality, I swear,� Harry said with a
chuckle, swatting his son�s bottom affectionately as he toddled across the
floor. �Vainest little creature I�ve
ever seen.�

�What are you talking about? He seems perfectly fine to me,� Ginny commented, tickling the
squealing boy. �Whoosagoodboyden? Huh?
Is it you? Is it you!?�

�I�m serious Gin, he spends more time in front of a mirror
than anywhere else!� Harry exclaimed, exasperated.

�He�s just a bit lonely, I bet. Only natural for babies to be interested in their own reflection,�
she said, wiping some drool that had escaped James Sirius Potter�s mouth.

�I guess,� he said with a grin. �Sometimes I can�t sleep at night, thinking that he might become
a nancy boy of the worst kind.�

Ginny laughed. �You
know you�d still love him.�

�True, but I�d love him even more if��

Harry was interrupted when a regal falcon-eagle tapped
impatiently on his window. He
scowled. He knew whose bird that
was. He had half a mind to just ignore
it but when Ginny opened the window on her own, he sighed.

He dutifully opened up his palm while rolling his eyes,
waiting for the torture to begin. The
falcon-eagle dropped the fancy, gold-leafed letter into his hand and quickly
made its way back to the blue skies.
Damn bird. Acting like it couldn�t
stand being in such a non-aristocratic atmosphere any longer.

A snort escaped him when he saw the letter; it was addressed
to POTTER! in a ridiculously fanciful script. Leave it up to that poof to write like that, even in this day and
age.

�Excuse me Ginny, I have to read this,� he mumbled, walking
into his study. He was pretty sure she
didn�t even hear him.

With another sigh, he ripped open the letter. Reading the first few lines, he muttered a
few expletives. Someone should really
tell Malfoy that starting out a letter with insults was not a good start. He really was childish.

Potter,

Well, this letter better find its way to you soon, you
miserable piece of wank. Hope you�re
happy � your little plan has all gone
to cock, no thanks to you. I swear if
we all survive this, I will find centaurs that would gladly rape you then stomp
on your quivering remains.

You bloody, bloody, bloody bastard, wiping out my
memory! Don�t think you can fucking get
away with this! You had ONE task. ONE, Potter, and you failed miserably. How typical. You great flaming shit.
You couldn�t even protect her properly.

Hopefully after
reading this, that will be quickly remedied.
I don�t have much time left now, so my overdue diatribe will have to
wait for some other time. You probably
don�t know what I�m talking about.
Thankfully I remembered all on my own and I shall now do you the honors.

Harry�s teeth gritted as he was reading the long-winded
contents, frustration swelling up in him.
What the hell was that bastard talking about? Once he found him, he would give him such a fist to the face.

Moving his eyes downward, his eyes then rested upon an
unfamiliar symbol on the middle of the page.
As soon as his mind registered that image, it slowly began to peel off
the paper. It started to twist in the
air, moving toward Harry�s head. He
could only stand in shock as the inky black lines glowed an eerie light and
wrapped around his head like halo.
Suddenly, the apparition enclosed around him, sinking into his
skin. Harry�s entire body stiffened and
jerked upward, like an invisible string tugging him toward the sky. For the briefest of seconds, his entire body
was engulfed with the black light and then�all was normal. Except for one thing. He remembered everything.

It was lifted.

Harry quickly shook himself, re-reading the letter. He realized there was more written on the
bottom, below the now vanished symbol.

Go quickly and
find her. I can�t guarantee anything
anymore. Out of everybody, I trust you
to �

You know what.
Forget it. Leave everything to
me, Potter. I�ve got it all under
control now.

Harry broke out into a cold sweat. The more Malfoy wrote, the more erratic and shaky his usually
immaculate handwriting became. But that
last line, it was in a completely different script. It was rough and uneven.
Like an entirely different person wrote it.

�Oh god, Hermione!� he hissed, crumpling the fragile paper
in his cold hand. He grabbed his wand
from the mantle and ran out into the living room.

�Harry, look what your son just did � � Ginny announced when
she heard his footsteps, unaware of the state her friend was in.

�I have to go Gin-something important-take care of James!�
Harry shouted in a blur, rushing out of his house.

Ginny blinked. She
shrugged and resumed playing with his son.
With a swish of her wand, she made sure to close the front door.

�Now Jamey-boo, where�s your nose?�

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Harry was out of breath after he scoured half of the
Ministry. Damn, she wasn�t in her
office or in the labs, and Ron hadn�t seen her all morning. Where the hell could she be? He had even barged into Malfoy�s office on
Level 5 with no luck. He growled, his
heart pounding in his chest. Panic was
setting in. As he ran down the corridor
paying no attention to the stares he was getting, his mind raced with
possibilities. What if Malfoy already
got to her? What if they�re not even
here? What if �

�Oomf!� he sputtered as he knocked into someone taunt and
bony. When Harry looked up from the
ground, his eyes were greeted with the sight of a scowling Severus Snape.

�Do try to refrain from running about like a hyperactive
first-year, Potter,� he sneered, but Harry noticed a hint of urgency and
impatience in his voice, the usual languid rhythm lost.

Not even reacting to the barb, Harry quickly picked himself
up and asked, �Severus! Have you seen
Hermione or Malfoy around?�

Severus was slightly taken aback. The way he asked that, the fact that he looked so scared � did he
remember as well? Was he here too, to
look for them? He attempted to feign
disinterest. �Why would you want to
know that?�

Harry sighed inwardly.
So that was the game he was going to play? �Forget it,� he snarled, pushing past his former professor. �I�ll find them on my own!�

With that, Harry ran off again, preparing to search the
Ministry top to bottom. He couldn�t
risk a formal announcement asking where they were because that would tip Malfoy
off that someone was searching for them.
He also couldn�t enlist others to help because he just didn�t have the
time to explain to them why those two needed to be located immediately.

Suddenly a very swift figure appeared on his left. �I�ll search the top, you the bottom,�
Severus supplied before running past him.
Harry grunted. At least the
greasy git dropped all pretenses and understood that finding them was their
first priority. Harry made a sharp
right at the end of the building while Severus ran the other way.

There were a million questions tumbling in Severus� mind,
but he focused on the task at hand.
There would be plenty of time to figure out how and when Draco receded
back into that old persona, as well as what exactly Harry remembered and how.

He managed to race across the Ministry with relative
ease. As he neared the end of one of
the endless hallways, he heard Draco�s distinctive deep voice coming from the
break room, laughing.

�Are you quite done or should I give you another
minute?� Hermione�s clear voice asked
with a touch of annoyance.

�Oh no, I�m finished.
Please.�

He was so close, so close.
Just a little bit further and he would be there. Severus prayed he was not too late. Time itself seemed to move slowly, like
molasses dripping down a cool surface.
The world lost sound. All
Severus could see was his arms slamming the door open and the first thing he
saw was Draco holding a coffee mug, smirking, with his gaze fully focused on
the woman in front of him.

His mind quickly and unconsciously linked their two cups
together, somewhere in his consciousness remembering the past. Severus� hand slowly, painstakingly made its
way across the room and slapped Hermione�s cup away from her lips, hoping that
she had not swallowed anything.

Partly out of logic, partly out of anger, he swung around,
Draco�s gloating face almost illuminating Severus� line of sight, and punched
his godson on the cheek. Even though
the man slid down without a fight, Severus was on the edge, prepared for
anything. Sound slowly began leaking
back into his ears and he heard Hermione gasp and walk forward.

He quickly stuck his arm out, effectively blocking her
path. He allowed himself to finally
catch his breath, panting slightly.
Looking at Draco�s face, he couldn�t help but shudder. So devoid of care, so devoid of malice�it
was worse that he thought.

Vaguely the loud thudding of Harry�s feet echoed through the
hallway, stopping by the opened door.
�Hermione!�

He quickly noticed Severus and Malfoy, sitting on the
ground, smiling like an amused saint.
Irrational anger mounted in his veins and he yelled out, �Stupefy!� Malfoy immediately slumped over. Severus finally allowed himself to turn
around to take a look at the frightened woman.

Hermione looked between the two of them, words lost in her
throat. Perhaps it was the loss of
sleep the night before, perhaps it was all of her fears and emotions finally
catching up to her; whatever the cause, she fainted. For the first time in her life, she
fainted. Thankfully Harry was fast
enough to catch her limp body. The two
men exchanged looks.

Now what?

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Hermione blinked.
Where was she?

Wherever she was, it was cold. She shivered. It was
oddly familiar�

�Hermione, how are you luv?� Harry asked in a soft
voice. She turned her head and looked
at him.

�H-Harry? Where am
I? What happened?� she asked. She didn�t like the way Harry was talking to
her. It was as if he was treating her
like some fragile doll. His tone was
dulcet and hesitant. Harry had never addressed her like that.

He grimaced, not sure what to say. His earlier resolve to lay everything out on the table for her,
no punches held, did not seem that appealing of an idea now. He was scared he was going to lose her. Again.

�You have to understand, this is for your own good,� he
began, not really meeting her eyes.

�What is? Wait,
don�t tell me you � why am I the only one that doesn�t know anything?!� she
demanded, her voice getting louder. She
was frustrated to tears. What was going
on!

�Hermione, listen to me!� he said roughly, shaking her
shoulders slightly. �I�I�you have to
see with your own eyes. You have to see
� you have to trust me. Okay?�

She couldn�t do much but agree, seeing as how she didn�t
understand a word he just said. But she
knew it was something important since he was so worked up. His voice was gravelly with suppressed
emotions; if she weren�t so occupied with being mystified, she would have been
more worried for him. As he led her
down the dark and frankly, dank hallway, the cogs in her head were slowly
coming around, cranking.

�We�re at Spinner�s End, aren�t we,� she said quietly, gripping
Harry�s cold hand tighter. It was more
of a statement than a question.

He snorted without humor.
�Yeah, isn�t Severus� house brilliant?� he muttered.

He turned a little bust of some relative of Snape�s around
180 degrees on a nearby mantle. The
bookshelf full of musty, leather-bound books slowly creaked open to reveal a
secret stairway leading down into the abyss.
Long ago it may have been some sort of torture chamber or dungeon, but
Snape had managed to clean that all up and typically used the large underground
facility to store supplies.

Hermione couldn�t help but notice that Severus had kept some
of the underground intact, like leaving in the bar doors to some of the
cells. When they turned a corner, a new
installment surprised her. She was
pretty sure vanity was not one of her old professor�s vices, so why did he have
a large, rectangular mirror installed on the wall?

Harry apparently knew the purpose of the mirror as he walked
up to it with confidence and whispered a few words to it. The mirror shimmered and suddenly, they
could see inside one of the cells.

�A two-way mirror,� she breathed. When her eyes focused, she realized something more shocking.

Severus was inside the dreary cell, his back to the
mirror. The cell was sparse, with
nothing but a flimsy cot, a tiny sink, and a toilet. For now, glowing balls of light illuminated the entire
underground, but Hermione remembered that once the lights went out, it really
was a frightening place. In front,
facing Severus, was an unconscious Draco Malfoy, tied securely to a metal
chair.

She quickly turned to Harry. �Why did you tie Malfoy up?
What�s Severus doing to him?
What�s going on?!�

Harry didn�t respond.
He merely kept his eyes forward, staring at the scene in front of him. His body was rigid. Hermione�s stomach twisted in a knot. She had a bad feeling about all of this. The sense of foreboding was suffocating
her. She slowly turned and followed
Harry�s line of sight.

Draco�s eyes were beginning to flutter. Hermione gritted her teeth. The bruise on his cheek was a blue-ish shade
now, marring his otherwise perfect features.
He groaned. Slowly, slowly, his
eyes opened.

The only thing Hermione was able to see was Draco�s inky,
swirling, midnight black eyes.

She found it hard to swallow.

Draco shook his head, wincing as he tried out the muscles on
his face. �Where am I?� he muttered,
his voice thick and scratchy.

�Draco, I want you to focus on the sound of my voice,�
Severus said calmly.

�Godfather?� He
squinted, trying to get used to the light.

Snape appraised the man in front of him grimly. He wasn�t going to fall for that innocent
act.

�Do you know why you�re here? Restrained to a common chair?� he asked, his voice easily filling
the entire cell.

�No! What�s going on
here?� Draco shouted, struggling against the spelled rope. �Where�s Granger?�

�Now why would you bring her up?� Snape asked smoothly,
clasping his hands behind his back.

Draco stopped his struggle to glare at his godfather. �Because the last thing I remembered was
being in the break room with her, that�s why!
Now tell me what�s going on!�

�Well, she is not here, I�m afraid,� he lied easily. �What I want to know is, how long has it
been since you stopped taking the potion?�

�You�re lying,� Draco hissed. �You�re LYING!�

�I am NOT lying!� Snape sharply rebuked. �I saw the vials, you�ve wasted them all!�

�NO!� he roared, twisting against the ropes with renewed
vigor. �Granger! I know she�s here, you�re hiding her
somewhere! Where is she?!�

Severus released his breath through gritted teeth. He just wouldn�t focus on
anything else.

�For the last time, Draco, she is not here. She�s back at the Ministry, so please, calm
down,� he tried again, holding up his hands in a placating manner.

Draco stared at him for a moment before continuing his
struggle. �Granger!� he shouted at the
top of his lungs, as if he hoped his voice could reach her somehow. �You have to help me!�

Hermione gasped behind the mirror.

�They�ve taken you too, haven�t they!? You have to get me out of here, they�re
crazy!� Draco looked around
wildly. �Trust me Granger!! They�re CRAZY!!�

Hermione shook. She
didn�t know what to believe anymore.
Both sides were hiding something from her, she knew that much. She looked hesitantly to Harry, who reached
around and gripped her shoulders with a firm arm.

�It�s not true,� Harry said fiercely, holding her close to
him. �He�s trying to manipulate
you. Just wait a little longer, then
you�ll see this snake�s true form.�

She bit her lip, heart pounding and resumed looking into the
glass.

Catching his breath, Draco knew his tactic wouldn�t
work. Severus noted as much.

�You see Draco?
She�s not coming,� he said grimly.
�Are you calm enough to answer a few questions?�

�Like what, godfather?� he spat out.

�How long have you not taken the potion?� Severus stressed.

Draco started to chuckle at the absurdity of it all, shaking
his head. In a flash, all amusement
left his face. Something much darker
replaced his features, his eyes almost glowing with madness.

�GRANGER!� he screamed, twisting around, struggling once
again.

�GET IN HERE GRANGER!!� he ordered wildly. �I KNOW YOU�RE HERE! GRANGER! GET THE FUCK IN HERE!�

His eyes found hers.

Hermione�s entire body froze, like she was made of ice. He looked straight through the wall,
straight through the mirror. As if
he could see her.

She began shaking uncontrollably. Something was wrong. Her
feet, her heart, her body � all of her started to move toward him, as if obeying
his every command.

Why.

Why.

His words wrapped around her like a barbed wire, encircling
her, grabbing her, biting her, forcing her to go to him. Why was she so compelled to listen to
him? Hermione was horrified. Was this really Draco Malfoy? When he raised his voice, why couldn�t she
support herself? Why was she shaking so
much she collapsed to the ground?

Harry gripped her, forcing her to stand back up on weak
knees. �You have to fight him,
�Mione! Fight him!!�

She let out a cry of frustration. �I don�t�.understand!!�

�It�s going to be all right!� he assured her
desperately. �He can�t see you! You have to trust me!�

She held onto her best friend like he was her savior. Harry didn�t care. He didn�t care if her nails broke his skin, if she would leave
bruises on his body. He wouldn�t let him
take her.

She once again forced herself to look. Once it was apparent she wasn�t going to
come to him, Draco ceased. His voice
was hoarse from screaming.

�Shall we move on to the next question?� Snape tried to make his statement glib, but
he couldn�t entirely eradicate the slight quiver in his voice. When he received no response, he continued. �How many people have you involved?� It didn�t need to be said that he meant, how
many people had Draco manipulated that concerned Hermione.

Like a light switch, Draco suddenly went calm and went along
with the interrogation. �Not too many,
surprisingly,� he said easily, his black eyes heavily lidded. It was as if the little fit he just had
never happened.

Both Severus and Harry tensed.

�But you couldn�t possibly expect me to remember them all,
do you?� he drawled, making himself comfortable despite his restraints. How could he be in captivity yet still look
like a king sitting on his throne?

�Try, Draco,� Severus ground out.

A long, tortured sigh.
�Well, there was Alex Grace,� he offered nonchalantly.

Hermione pressed closer to Harry. She knew about that � that was when he tried to scare Alex by
telling him of her crush � but she had no idea that he directly wanted a rift
between them. She thought he was just
being an ass, as usual.

�I mean, at first I thought hiring that girl to keep him
distracted was enough, but they were getting too close for my tastes in the
end,� Draco continued, not at all bothered by his actions.

She brought a hand up to her lips. He�hired Amelia to seduce him?

�It must have been fate.
I met her after she had a few dates with him � purely coincidental. When she told me she was thinking he wasn�t
her type at all, I offered to compensate her for her troubles if she would
continue holding onto his attentions,� he said, his voice almost sing-song in
its amusement. �I think it worked out
best for everyone in the end. He was a horrible
bore. Why he was so attractive to
Hermione, I�ll never know.�

Hermione couldn�t help but notice the easy way her name fell
from his lips. It was so casual, like a
caress. She held her breath.

Getting into the swing of things, he continued, �And of
course, Blaise. Wasn�t I brilliant? Got him arrested and all that loveliness all
on my own. Now he can�t have her.�

Despite knowing that Blaise was a cold-hearted murderer, it
was still unnerving to hear that his supposed best mate had no qualms over
betraying him.

�And also now he can�t kill again?� Snape ventured, hoping
there was still some sort of goodness left in him. His hopes were drowned when all Draco did was shrug.

�I suppose so,� he said dismissively, as if bored with the
subject now that it wasn�t on Hermione.

�Draco, are you telling me you have no concern over anybody
else at all? You have no consideration
for the lives you may have irrevocably damaged?�

Draco barked out a laugh.
He looked up at him, locking his eyes onto Severus� and told him with
conviction, �I would gladly manipulate and ruin any number of lives if that�s
what it took! I would steal for her,
cheat, lie, kill � whatever it took, Severus. Don�t think I give a damn about anyone
else!�

Severus couldn�t help but take an unsteady step back. Draco�s voice was getting louder as his mind
was gradually becoming more unhinged.

�Do you think I actually care about anyone other than
ourselves? I don�t give a fuck about
you, I don�t give a fuck about Potter or about anything else in this worthless,
godforsaken place!�

His vicious, spiteful, selfish words were like barbs in
Severus� heart. Even though he knew
Draco was being corrupted, he also knew that underneath, there was still a seed
of truth. Deep inside Draco, in the
core of human where things were simply black and white, he really did feel that
everyone else in the world paled in comparison.

Severus shook his head and waved his arm, dimming the lights
in the room. He had enough. He turned around to look at the wall where
the two-way mirror was. He couldn�t see
through the other side, but he gestured for Harry that he was through with the
interrogation. Hermione didn�t have
time to react to Draco�s words. Having
heard enough, Harry dragged her away from the dark and cold basement.

Before he could turn around to leave as well, he heard his
godson laugh. �Poor godfather, are you
sad? Does it distress you, knowing that
no one else matters? That was always
what hurt you the most, wasn�t it? To
know that you could only amount to second-best, if that,� his deep voice
riddled with mockery.

�What distresses me, Draco, is your inability to empathize
with others like a decent man,� he responded roughly. He couldn�t bear to turn around to look at him.

There was a long pause.
Severus was beginning to wonder if he had even heard him. Then, almost to himself, Draco whispered:

�Other than me and Hermione, everything else is ugly.�

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Some answers are in the second chapter, so I�ll keep this
short and sweet. Thank you for sticking
with me and thank you to my lovely betas kat_diva and pinkmartini!!!

Oh crazy Draco, mama still lurve you�.
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