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Closer	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 29793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling. I do not own the Harry Potter fandom, nor do I make any money from this fanfiction.

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He had excused the Death Eaters, leaving the room empty save for himself and he guest of honour. It had been an interesting five days, to say the least, and to think he would end up with a Muggle-born at his table was insanity, but there she was…avoiding eye contact and the food on her plate going untouched. He knew she was hungry. She had to be. The only sustainance she received since arriving in Japan had been delivered to her cell in a thin vial. It was just enough magic to keep her body going.

But he preferred her this way, fearful and reluctant. There was something about her vulnerability he found enthralling, in a way he had never felt with other prisoners, which was why he had her released. Hermione Granger was her name – and suddenly he began to realize why Harry had chosen this girl as an ally. Even in her weakened state, she had an undeniable amount of strength. Where it came from, he had no idea, but it was there.

“Your supper grows cold,” he said, dabbing at his lips with the napkin. “Would you prefer something else?”

She glanced up, eyes glazed with tears. “I’m not hungry.” Hermione Granger said this without any trace of stubbornness. In fact, it sounded as though she had actually convinced herself she wasn’t famished beyond belief. This only fascinated him more.

“I trust Sasuke showed you to your new bed chamber.”

The young woman nodded. “He did. Thank you for accommodating me.”

“My pleasure,” he said with a thin smile, knowing her game. She was very fidgety and he knew why. There was one thing on Hermione Granger’s mind, one person, rather. “Co-operate with me and you may live to see your husband one last time.”

Her eyes shot up and across the table. “Wh – What?”

“Tell me, Miss Granger…do you love Draco?”

Hermione’s face screwed into an unreadable expression. “Yes. Yes, of course,” she answered, as though she had only just admitted it to herself. “I love him.”

“That love will be the end of both of you,” he said calmly.

“I beg your pardon?”

The Dark Lord set down his napkin, intertwining his fingers over the table. “It may come to no surprise that I have never loved,” he said carefully. “Nor have I ever been loved.”

The girl stared at him blankly.

“I’m sure we can both agree in saying the same was not true for your friend Harry Potter.”

“What are you getting at?” she asked rather abrasively.

“He had the potential to be a great wizard, but love was his one and only obstacle, an obstacle that eventually sealed his fate as a dead man,” explained the Dark Lord. “And unless I’m sorely mistaken, I believe you, too, share that same potential.”

Hermione Granger drew back a few inches, astounded. “I…I…”

“I’ve been following you for a very long time, Miss Granger. I know of your aptitude and I know of your bravery. It came as no surprise when young Draco chose you to build a bridge between the bloodlines. You are a capable witch.”

“How do you…?”

The Dark Lord curled his lips into a smile. “You didn’t honestly think I left all my trust in the hands of Lucius Malfoy, did you?”

She shook her head, glancing down. “Who is it?”

“Whom?”

“The snitch,” she furthered. “Who has been feeding you information?”

“I haven’t gotten where I am today by sharing important information with the enemy,” he answered coolly. “But play your cards right and we shall be enemies no more.”

“What are you asking of me?”

“You’re a smart witch, Miss Granger. I’m sure you know I value intelligence above all else. I would be a fool to let you go without The Dark Mark permanently etched into your left forearm.”

She huffed. “You’re barking mad. I would rather die a thousand agonizing deaths than work with –”

“ – I’ll spare your precious Draco,” he interjected, still calm. “If you choose to work with me, that is.”

“You wouldn’t kill him,” challenged the young woman. “He’s the son of your –”

“ – Closest ally? Ha! I would be a fool not to kill both of them.” The Dark Lord stared at her square in the eye. “But, alas, I need a bartering tool to gain your allegiance and it seems as though Draco fits the bill.”

“But what about Harry –”

“ – Harry Potter is dead, and your precious husband will find the same fate should you defy me.”

“No,” she said firmly. “I will not let you manipulate me into working for you. I’d rather kill Draco myself than let this happen. Never.”

“Oh? And what of your family?” he asked, keeping his composure. “What of your surviving allies? Would you have them die to keep your pride in tact?”

“This isn’t about my pride,” spat the witch. “It’s about good versus evil and I’m sure they would support my decision.”

“It’s hard to lend support from the grave. Just ask your friend Ronald Weasley.”

Hermione Granger paused, blinking several times until a petrified tear slid down her cheek. “Wh – What?”

“Oh, dear. Did I forget to mention?” asked the Dark Lord. “I had Ronald Weasley killed as a measure of my authenticity.”

“What – how – when –”

“Details are unimportant,” he interrupted. “Now…I’m going to ask you one more time. Will you agree to working with me?”

It looked like a million thoughts were racing through Hermione Granger’s mind – all possible outcomes. He had seen that look before, plastered firmly on Harry Potter’s face that day in the Forbidden Forest. Fate didn’t deal Harry Potter a favourable hand in that instance, but it didn’t appear as though the same was true for his closest confidante. The young woman turned rigid as she glanced forward. “What – What would you have me do?”

He gave her a knowing look. It was only a matter of time before she caved, and Merlin knew this was just the beginning. He would break her down further, so far she won’t know which way is up. “Stay as you are for now,” he instructed. “Enjoy the country, explore, and do as you please – but when you return to England…well…”

“Well?”

“Let the games begin.”

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