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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 List
- 1-I
- 2-II
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- 5-V
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- 7-VII
- 8-VIII
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- 10-X
- 11-XI
- 12-XII
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- 14-XIV
- 15-XV
- 16-XVI
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A/N: A big thank you to all those who posted reviews! I hope everyone is having lovely Easter weekend :o)

Chapter 16

"Ok, Malfoy" started Harry once everyone was seated, causing Draco to look away from the quick quotes quill that was set up in the centre of the table, "we're going to start by asking you some simple questions about yourself, before moving on to the more pressing questions." Draco nodded in understanding, prompting Harry to clear his throat and continue, "I'll try to word the questions so they only require straightforward answers. Ok, first off; what is your birth name?" Draco raised his eyebrows, but understood that Harry was just starting off with things that most people already knew the answer to, and if he was sarcastic and gave a false answer they would know that the veritaserum wasn't affecting him.

"Draco Malfoy" he replied wondering how long this whole process would take if Harry insisted on asking many of these obvious questions.

"What is your date of birth?" asked Harry seeming bored with these questions himself, anxious to start getting some real answers from him.

"The fifth of June nineteen eighty" He replied simply.

After a couple more questions like this – What school did you go to? What house were you in? What are your parents' names? Etcetera – Harry said "right, thanks Malfoy. I'll now be asking you questions pertinent to your supposed change of alliance and the rescue of Hermione." He rolled out a piece of parchment in front of him and tapped it with his wand, the words rearranging themselves on the page. It seemed that to keep the proceedings in some semblance of order the other Order members had written their questions down on the parchment and Harry would be the only one asking the questions.

Harry cleared his throat and got straight to the point, "Are you here to spy on the order for Voldemort?"

To which Draco replied simply, "No." Harry decided he need to widen the scope of the question and asked again, "Are you here to gather information about the Order?" Draco gave the same answer again, Harry nodded and moved on; "Are you still taking orders from Voldemort or any of his Death Eaters?" When the answer was again, 'no' Harry followed with, "Why not?"

Draco gave short an unamused laugh, "Because the only order the Dark Lord would give me after helping the Mudblood escape would be to go Avada myself." He felt the Order members bristle at the term 'mudblood' and he regretted his choice of words and cringed; wishing that his vocabulary would catch up with his opinions.

"Is that the only reason you're not still taking his orders? Because you've betrayed him and he's not the forgiving type?" Harry asked slowly.

"I haven't been following his orders for a while now." Draco replied. "Or rather, I haven't been following my father's orders for a while now; I was rarely given orders directly from the Dark Lord himself." He explained. "Even before Hermione was captured I tried to avoid doing things for my father, sometimes there was nothing I could do, and I had to grit my teeth and do horrible things to keep my disloyalty from being discovered" A shadow passed over Draco's face as the remembered screams of innocent Muggles and Muggleborns reverberated around his head, making him feel ill. "I, I won't lie" Draco continued, "Not that could, I suppose" He added as an afterthought "I have tortured and killed innocent people during this war" He kept his eyes lowered not wanting to see the disgust and horror on faces around him, he continued quietly, "but I never once enjoyed it, and in the last year or so I only ever did it if there was no believable excuse for me to get out of it; when the alternative was my own torture and death."

"So before this past year you didn't have a problem with torture and murder?" Harry asked, causing Draco to scowl.

"I'll tell you again, I've never enjoyed torture or murder."

"So why have you only avoided participating in the practice in the last year? Why not before?"

Draco looked Harry in the eyes for a moment, his gaze haunted, "I did what I was told, and I tried not to think about it."

"Ok" said Harry, glancing at the other order members, ensuring that no one else had anything further to ask in regards to this matter, before moving on. "So when you decided to rescue Hermione you had no ulterior motives?"

Draco raised his eyebrows and said simply "Of course I did." There were satisfied and outraged mutters around the room, all of which seemed to be in the same vein as 'See, I told you we couldn't trust him'.

When it was clear he wasn't going to elaborate on that Harry asked, "And what other motives did you have in rescuing Hermione?"

"I can at times be a very selfish person." Draco explained. "I was sick of pretending to be a person that I'm not, sick of fearing that my distaste for the Lord's cause would be discovered. I tired, and I wanted out. I knew that gaining the protection of the Order was the only hope I had of not being discovered if I escaped. Hermione was simply my ticket out of that hell hole." He was quiet for a moment, "At first that was the only reason I was willing to help her, the act of helping her itself only a secondary concern. It might come as a surprise to those of you who knew me at Hogwarts, but I've always looked up to Hermione, always admired her. I hated her too, of course, for making me question my family's values; I was so confused during that period of my life. It had been years since I'd last seen her though, I'd forgotten how much passion she had, and as I spent more time in her presence my priorities started to shift. It wasn't long before my main focus was on getting her out of that place, making sure she was safe." The room was quiet for a moment. "So yes, I had other motives in rescuing Hermione. But in the end, she was my only focus. She was all that mattered."

After a moment Harry cleared his throat, "So, you felt no qualms in turning your back on your family and your family's values?"

Draco felt a twinge of guilt, he opened his mouth to say simply that no, he didn't have any issues with turning his back on his family, but found himself explaining that while he had no problems going against the values that he had been brought up with, he felt guilty for leaving his mother behind. He clenched his teeth, hating that he couldn't control what came out of his mouth. He wanted to tell Harry to mind his own fucking business when he was asked to explain why.

His eyes flashed with irritation as he opened his mouth to continue. Narcissa had had a kind heart once but his father had slowly worn it away until she was a shell of the woman she had once been. Draco still remembered what she was like while he was growing up. Draco sighed, he hadn't heard his mother laugh in about 5 years and it had been longer since he's heard her sing; his mother's singing filled the memories of his early childhood. The painful fact was that had Draco tried to include her in his plans of escape Narcissa would have betrayed them to Lucius, she had been perfectly trained to be his obedient trophy wife and she no longer had any will of her own. Draco felt as though she had abandoned him, escaping behind a shield of cold indifference, leaving him to endure father's twisted sense of justice and family obligation. Despite this, he felt like there should have been something he could have done to shield her from Lucius, though realistically he knew that he had only been a child when Lucius started to hurt her. But maybe if he got her away from him now, maybe she could be saved; maybe her icy shield could be melted and the loving mother he had once known would sing again.

Harry continued once Draco's explanation had trailed off, giving no impression that he had noticed Draco's discomfort, "You didn't say whether you felt guilty or uncomfortable for turning your back on your father. Despite how he has treated you and your mother, do you still feel in anyway loyal to Lucius?" He asked.

Draco raised his eyebrows and decided a simple and definite "No" would suffice. Harry nodded, having expected the answer.

"And do you think there are other Death Eaters with the same reservations as you? Who simply follow orders, fearing retribution if they defect and switch their allegiance?" Harry asked.

"It's not something that anyone would advertise, so I don't know of anyone in particular, but it certainly wouldn't surprise me. I think that a lot if not most Death Eaters follow the Dark Lord out of fear rather than loyalty." Draco replied. "I'm not necessarily saying that they would fight against him if given a chance, but they might prefer to stay out of things."

Harry nodded, "And what about you Draco? Will fight against the Dark Lord? Will you stand with the Order of Phoenix?"

Draco didn't know what to say for a moment, on the one hand he wanted to see Voldemort defeated, but on the other hand he wasn't sure he was ready to face his family in battle, or face battle at all for that matter. He hesitated before answering, though why he bothered thinking about his answer before speaking he didn't know, as his thoughts just tumbled straight from his mouth no matter what he thought he was about to say.

Harry again nodded in understanding and started asking about what Draco knew about Voldemort's plans as well as anything else he knew that might help the order. To which Draco replied, surprise surprise, with the truth. He hadn't been part of the Dark Lords inner circle, and as such didn't know much about the long term plans for the war, but he did know the locations of several Death Eater camps and information about a few upcoming raids that he had caught wind of in the last week.

Draco was exhausted after the questioning was over; he remained seated in stunned silence while the Order members started debating where to go from this point onwards. Some of the more cynical Order members believed that given that he had volunteered to take the veritserum it must mean that he had taken the antidote and none of his answers could be trusted; thankfully they were in the minority with only two of the members thinking this way. However despite most of the Order members believed that he was telling the truth, they still didn't feel comfortable with the idea of him being privy to confidential Order information or even with the idea of him being free to roam the house while they were sleeping; they felt that there was a chance that he might decide that he like his old ways better, or if it looked as though Voldemort might win he might want to be on the winning side of war, and would change his allegiances again, betraying the Order.

It was eventually agreed that he would only remain here at Shell Cottage until they found a suitable civilian safe house for him to stay; where he would be safe from Death Eaters but wouldn't be a risk to the Order.

Draco was just about falling asleep at this point, but the decision caused him to jerk awake. He knew that moving to a safe house would mean saying goodbye to Hermione; there was no way she would step down from active duty with the Order, not even after being captured and tortured – if anything her time with the Death Eaters would only increase her determination to finally defeat the Dark Lord. But it didn't seem like there was anything he would be able to do in order to keep himself here, close to her. He also didn't want to further air his growing feelings for the witch, knowing that she likely didn't feel the same way – how could she? Despite having turned over a new leaf, Draco had still made her life hell all through their time at Hogwarts. He decided that there was no point fighting the Order's decision, he would just have to get over his feelings for Hermione; in fact, he thought, 'if I don't see her for a while the feelings will probably just go away on their own, It's not as though I'm in love with her...'

A/N: I've got most of the next chapter written already, so it should be up in a few days!

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