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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117478 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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“Oh just cast the bloody spell already,” Draco snapped.

Hermione glared at him but cast the time spell anyway. Eighteen hours. They’d been here eighteen hours already. The room was still cold, still dark, still void of everything but the chamber pot and the bluebell fire. It hadn’t given them anything else. They couldn’t even cast warming charms. Her stomach gurgled with hunger and she knew he had to be starving by now.

“How much longer, do you think?” she asked softly.

“Merlin knows,” he sighed.

He never wanted to get out of somewhere so badly in his life. His skin crawled with the need to do something. After hearing Granger’s teeth chatter for the better part of an hour, he’d draped his cloak over her. She went to thank him but he glared her into silence before jumping up and moving around. Movement created energy and heat. Unfortunately, it also required fuel. Since he hadn’t eaten since lunch and expended a great deal of energy on the wind spell, he was rather weak.

Granger had simply moved the fire to where he had collapsed and draped the cloak back over his shoulders. She hadn’t said a word and he appreciated that. He might not be the bastard that everyone thought he was, but he hated to be fawned over for a kind act. When she started shivering again, he gave up all pretenses and scooted her closer to him so he could share the cloak with her. She’d never say anything, he knew. It was just to stay warm, to survive until someone came to get them.

Hermione sighed in despair. “Do you think they are looking?”

“Granger, one third of the Golden Trio has gone missing. And not just any member, the Brightest Witch of the Age. What do you think?”

She snorted. “I hate that name.”

“Why? It’s better than mudblood.”

She flinched at the slur, unconsciously rubbing at her arm. It made him flinch. It would have been just about a year now since she earned that battle wound. He knew. He’d been made to watch it. The memory flew back to him, though he willed it to leave him alone. He’d had more nightmares than he cared to admit staring Granger in that moment.

It was Christmas Hols and Draco was dreading going home. He knew the Dark Lord was an intermittent guest at the Manor and undoubtedly, he would ask how the mission was coming. Then it would be punishment time. In a bold move, he decided to take muggle transportation to the Manor, or at least to within walking distance of it. He would have never done so if he knew his Aunt Bellatrix was tracking him.

In a cruel twist of fate, he and Granger managed to snag the same taxi. They hadn’t known it for a few moments, both having had their cloak hoods up. They almost hexed each other right there in the back seat, but stopped because the driver was looking at them oddly. They rode in total silence for a while…until the crash. Bellatrix hadn’t taken too kindly to her nephew’s chosen transportation and made the car skid off into the rails. She killed the driver on the spot but recognized Granger immediately.

“Is this the mudblood?” She asked, a gleam in her eyes. “Potter’s little friend?”

“I-um,” was all he could get out.

“It is!” Bellatrix cackled. “Well, little mudblood, you are in for a treat.”

Draco felt sick to his stomach as Hermione was disarmed and dragged by her hair off the road into the trees. Bellatrix cackled like a lunatic as she drew out a knife and ripped Granger’s clothes to pieces, exposing her already blue skin to the elements. When the knife plunged in Granger’s skin, he knew he had to do something. The crimson rivulets running down her arm while she tried not to scream made him realize who the real unworthy one was.

He only had a moment to catch Bellatrix off guard. He also couldn’t incriminate himself in the process. He remembered a charm that Snape had taught him at the first of the year, one to mimic the arrival of Aurors. Snape had said it was invaluable should one need a reason to escape. He hadn’t realized what that meant until that moment. One flick of his wrist and a nonverbal spell later, Bellatrix froze.

“Aurors!” She disapperated without another word.

Draco couldn’t run though. He had to fix this somehow. Granger was an annoying thorn in his side but she didn’t deserve this. The light had to win and without her, Potter would be crippled. He stupefied her as she tried to crawl away. While she was unconscious, he cast the one healing spell he knew by heart, one designed to stop bleeding. Then he scourgified the blood…and promptly ran a few feet away to vomit. The word mudblood had been viciously carved into Granger’s arm with a cursed knife. It would be there forever.

He couldn’t do this anymore. He had to find a way to be free. So, he’d called the only person he knew that wouldn’t rat him out, Snape. The vampire arrived in the blink of an eye, a look of sorrow on his face when he saw what became of the girl.

“You’ve had a change of heart,” Snape had said.

“You’re going to turn me in?” Draco asked in fear.

“No,” he said quietly. “I’m going to help you survive. And one day, maybe we can both be free.”

It was the forming of an alliance and a friendship beyond that of being the son of Lucius. Snape had taught him everything he knew, every trick in the book to deceive the Dark Lord. He’d even taken care of Granger that day, obliviating her memory of Draco having been there at all. She never knew he’d helped her, or tried to. And he hoped she never would.

Hermione was reliving her own memories of the incident. They never seemed quite right. Actually, she knew they weren’t right. She’d come to in Snape’s quarters, disoriented and aching. He’d given her a calming draught and told her that her arm would forever be scarred. She could live with that though. He’d told her in no uncertain terms that she was lucky.

“My memories are fuzzy, sir,” she’d complained.

“As they should be,” he said. “I’m afraid I had to wipe part of the memory from your mind.”

“WHAT?”

He pinned her to the couch with a glare. “Miss Granger, sometimes protecting one’s identity is more important than keeping memories. I, myself, have been oblivatied for the same purpose on certain occasions. I used a modified spell on you though. Once this war is over, if you concentrate hard enough, you can unlock the memories. I dare say to do so before hand would put your savior in grave danger.”

She had tried not to let it bother her. Snape was right, after all. In fact, she’d begged him to do the same to her parents to protect them and herself should they be captured. It was a bold move, one that could cost her everything, but it was necessary. He’d agreed only if she agreed not to try and break the block before the end of the war. She agreed without another though. If she had someone from the other side helping her, it wouldn’t do to expose them. Eventually, she’d forgotten about it, content with the fuzziness of the memories. It made them easier to handle.

After the war, the nightmares had started. She could see Bellatrix clearly in those dreams, yanking her out of the car and cutting her clothes to pieces. But there was always someone else with her in the car, someone following them out to the secluded spot. Then there was the carving, but something startled Bellatrix that day before she could torture her to death. It startled her so badly she didn’t even cast the killing curse. She’d disappeared and Hermione tried to make a break for it, noticing that the other person hadn’t gone anywhere. Then there was nothing.

Snape said her rescuer had stunned her so she wouldn’t fight. Then they had healed her as best they could and summoned him, suspecting he was a double spy. Some nights, she’d get a glimpse of a pale cheek. Others, a flash of a mercurial eye. One dream in particular gave her a vision of hair the color of the moon.

Hermione’s brain came to a full halt. Mercurial eyes, pale cheeks, white hair, all together and helping her. It couldn’t be. Malfoy?

She looked at him then. He seemed lost in thought, his pewter eyes flashing in the firelight. A dozen scenes crashed into her mind. They had shared a cab. He’d not identified her to his Aunt but followed. There was a glimpse of him as Bellatrix treated her like a Christmas turkey, a flick of a wand and the flash of an Auror signal. Then she heard the spell. Stupefy!

She didn’t have to ask if it were true. Malfoy stared at her, guilt etched so clearly on his face that even a troll could tell. Oh Gods. He’d saved her life twice…and he didn’t even want recognition for it. What else was he hiding?

AN: Very interesting, don't you think? I almost didn't get this chapter posted today, but here it is. Enjoy. As always, thanks to everyone for reviewing. It makes me feel better about this one, since I just wrote it on a whim. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time...love you guys.
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