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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
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- 4-IV
- 5-V
- 6-VI
- 7-VII
- 8-VIII
- 9-IX
- 10-X
- 11-XI
- 12-XII
- 13-XIII
- 14-XIV
- 15-XV
- 16-XVI
- 17-XVII
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Chapter Four

“Draco? Hermione’s voice rasped and she cleared her throat, “Malfoy? Are you ok?” She asked through the bars.

“Can the Order help me?” He asked her, “Can you help me?” He laughed as he looked up. “You’re the one locked in a cell in the dungeon and I’m asking you for help.”

She smiled at him, and her cheeks ached, the expression still felt alien on her face, she decided that she needed to smile more; she didn’t want to die with frown lines creasing her face.

“’In helping others, we shall help ourselves’” quoted Hermione, “by getting me out of here, you will prove yourself to the Order, they probably still won’t trust you enough to let you in on any plans, but they won’t lock you up, or throw you back to the Death Eaters.”

Draco sighed, “How in Merlin’s name am I supposed to get you out of here?” He looked up at Hermione determination in his eyes, “I will though, I will get us both out of this hell”

“I know you will” said Hermione, completely trusting the boy who had tormented her for over 6 years of her life. “As for how, I have no clue, but I trust you’ll be able to come up with a plan that will work.” Draco just nodded, lost in his thoughts.

They sat there for a while occasionally speaking but mostly they were silent

“You know that I’m sorry, right?” Draco said suddenly, Hermione turned to look at him, but he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“What for, exactly?” She asked him, he looked up to meet her gaze for a moment before looking away again as he answered.

“For everything” he paused and looked up at her, holding her gaze this time, “For how I treated you at Hogwarts, for not being able to see the truth sooner, for not trying to get you out of here sooner.”

“The truth?” she asked quietly

“That blood means nothing, that what Lord Voldemort, and my father; and the rest of the Death Eaters are doing is completely and utterly wrong.” They were both silent then, and he seemed awkward like he wanted to lighten the mood somehow, but these days there was nothing to lighten moods with.

A moment later Draco was alerted to the fact that someone was coming down the stairs. He jumped up and removed the charms he had put around the room. Turning to her with his wand out, panic in his eyes, he didn’t know what to do; he couldn’t be found down here with no reason to be here if he wasn’t torturing her. Hermione got the idea and it wasn’t too hard for her to look weak and in pain – she already was.

The Death Eater who had just come down the stairs holding her tray of food nodded at Draco, and he smirked in return as the man pulled out his wand ready to curse her, why did they enjoy causing her pain so much? Surely the novelty was wearing thin by now?

Before the man could even open his mouth to send a curse in her direction Draco drawled, “Ah, McGregor, just the man I have been meaning to talk to. Sorry to spoil your fun but might you take a moment to speak with me? I have been wondering about the security around here, the Granger girl has been here for a while now, it won’t be long before Potter works out where she is and tries to rescue her, this could work in our favour of course, but security measure’s need to be taken to ensure that things go our way” Draco ushered the annoyed man up the stairs, after taking the tray out of his hands and pushing it through the bars, “Would you mind reminding me what security charms there are protecting the Mudblood at the moment so that we can think about what might need to be changed?” His voice faded from the room and Hermione sat up to eat her stale meal, not minding the taste as she thought about the possibility of escaping with Draco.

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After his conversation with Hermione, Draco suddenly worried that he had spoken too soon, what if they were caught? Did he really want to change sides? As soon as that thought came to him he scoffed to himself, of course he bloody wanted to change sides, there wasn’t a single thing Lord Voldemort was doing that he agreed with, and even if he did believe that everyone but purebloods should be wiped out he certainly wouldn’t be following the half-blood hypocrite Voldemort.

The fact was that Draco was scared; he was scared of his father, he was scared of the Dark Lord, he was scared of the Death Eaters that the Lord would get to punish them if they were caught. But he wasn’t just scared of that; he was scared that if they did manage an escape they wouldn’t be able to find the Order and even if they did he was scared that they would throw him in a prison like the one Hermione was in now. No, he knew that the ‘light’ side wouldn’t treat their prisoners in such a way but he was still worried that they wouldn’t accept him, that they wouldn’t help him – that they’d throw him back into the clutches of the Death Eaters and that he’d be thrown into the very prison that Hermione was in right now.

It was while he was thinking about this over the next few days that Draco realised that he had always been scared, even back in school when he used to bully Potter it was all because he was bloody scared and he was hiding behind his father’s power, and the power of the Dark Lord. He was a snivelling coward, but no matter what, he wouldn’t let it get in the way of rescuing Hermione; and all of a sudden he realised that the escape had changed from using Hermione to get help from the Order for himself; to making sure that Hermione wasn’t put through any more pain and getting her to safety – even if it meant swapping positions with her; her freedom was worth the loss of his, at the least the Dark Lord couldn’t force him to hurt any more innocent people.

The next day he started really thinking about his plan, instead of what could go wrong, he started thinking about how he could make sure that it went right. And the more he started thinking about it, the easier he realised it was going to be. Nobody checked on Granger unless they were, begrudgingly, taking her food; they wouldn’t let the house elves near her in fear that she would somehow manage to set them free, and he knew she would have tried if given a chance, and would probably have succeeded; these elves did not have nearly as pleasant a working environment as the Hogwarts elves.

The only other time anyone went down there was to cause her pain for their own sick enjoyment; his fist clenched as he thought about it. He would have to plan the escape for a time when nobody was likely to go down there, that meant after a whole lot of Death Eaters had been down and had their fun, he immediately crossed this option out in his mind, besides, she wouldn’t be much use to him if she was passed out or couldn’t walk.

He was well trusted by all the higher ups, so getting her out of her cell wasn’t the difficult part, he had gotten all the security information from the Death Eater he had talked to on the very day they had come up with the idea of escaping. It was ridiculously lax security, anyone with a wand could open the door of the cell as long as they were outside the door; you just couldn’t use any magic at all inside the cell itself. It was leaving the grounds without anyone noticing her that was the problem– the Manor and the surrounding grounds had anti-apparition wards on them and it would be far too noticeable if he took off the wards even for a moment. He would have to make sure she wasn’t able to be seen, and at a time where it wouldn’t be odd for him to be leaving the grounds by himself.

By the time a week had passed he had come up with his plan; they would escape when he was next sent on an individual mission, in the meantime he had to find himself an invisibility cloak for Granger. Failing that he would have to wait until he was sent on a mission with just one other Death Eater, he could stun the man and Hermione could wear his robes and mask.

It was up to Granger what they were to do after they had gotten away from here.

“Malfoy” Barked a voice to his right, “What are you daydreaming about, boy?” He scowled at Mulciber, but the man just chuckled “We were about to go have a play with the mudblood” He indicated to the two men standing behind him before continuing, “thought you might like to come, you’ve been brooding about something all week.” Mulciber grinned, “This might take your mind off whatever you’re worrying your pretty little head over.”

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ps. If anyone has read the Study Series (Poison study, Magic Study and Fire Study) by Maria V Snyder, I have written a oneshot called 'Reunion' so you should go read it!!!
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