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His Alone	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Waking up I see Neville leaning over me, with Luna just beside him, Professor Snape and Lucius in the background. I groan and Neville reaches forward. "Ugh…" I manage to get out.

"Are you okay 'Mione? Gosh, we didn't mean to startle you like that, honest."

I smile weakly at his words, "Yes, I'm fine, just shocked is all. What are you doing here?" Neville begins to answer but Lucius cuts him off.

"We-"

"They are here because I've asked for Severus to bring them here."

I look at him, his face is stony and Professor Snape is stern as well, but his face is less harsh than I remember his face being. "Oh well, thank you sir." I say, cautiously thinking that something must be up. I know he said that it was a late Christmas present but surely, there must be something else going on.

"You are free to speak with your friends until Severus and I return." After this, he and Severus turn and walk out of the library before I had even a chance to respond.

Sitting up, I turn my attention to Neville and Luna. "How are you guys? It's been forever." I say, hugging Neville and then in turn Luna. I realize that I'm smiling, they are too. "I am so happy to see you," I say.

"We've been okay. After the war," Neville stops, swallowing a couple of times and then he continues, "The Professor bought us. We're really lucky. He treats us well, and made us complete our education-he has continued teaching us potions. Me! Even me!"

Neville shakes his head in astonishment. I smile, "I'm glad that you're okay. I was so worried when I was led off the auction stage and into Lucius' possession. I thought for sure I'd die-but as you can see, I'm still here." Luna's voice floats in, light and cheery as ever,

"Yes, it is good to be alive and well these days."

We sit there in silence for a minute just looking at each other, I look down and then back up. Taking a quick breath I ask, "Have you guys heard anything of the others?" I had not allowed to think of them since I was first captured and brought here to the Manor, it was always too hard for me to think about but now, not it seems as though their presence has brought me courage.

Luna shakes her head in the affirmative and Neville takes a breath and then looks around, as if the thousands of musty books would tell on is if we said something out of line. "Well, as far as we know of, only, you, Luna and myself, Dean, and the Creevey's are in captivity. But everyone else though is free or-or in hiding." The last part he says with a fierce whisper and a look around the library.

"Oh…" I say, not really sure where to take the conversation. Neville just looks down and Luna looks over at him, and takes his hand in hers. I smile at them. I notice a small gold band with a tiny diamond on her hand and Neville too has a small gold band on his. "Oh, did you two get married?"

Luna's face light's up, "Yes! We got married six months ago."

"Oh I am so happy for you two." I respond, my face lit with happiness for them. Then I frown. "You've been married for six months, then-then how long have we been captives?"

"We've-"

"It is time to say goodbye to your friends."

"Ugh!" I groan in frustration, rolling my eyes and flexing my hands only to return a meek and submissive look to Lucius' own raised eyebrow, taught mouth, stern looking face. There was so much I wanted to say to them-to ask. To know just how long I had been held. I know at least two years but that can't be accurate because I was held in the dungeons for so long that it must be more-I must be missing some years. Reluctantly I stand, walking over to Luna who had moved to the Professor's side, I lean in and hug her, "It was so good to see you and congratulations." She smiles and hugs me back.

"You to."

Next, I turn to Neville, "I'm going to miss you so much. Good luck with everything and congratulations."

He hugs me back, tightening his grip too. "It was great seeing you 'Mione. Really." His hug lingering until Lucius clears his throat and I look at him over Neville's shoulder. Reluctantly, I release Neville, my heart dropping further and further as our hands finally disconnect. I watch as one of the house elves leads them away and I feel forlorn, alone, and depressed. Much like I used to feel when Lucius' first brought me back to the Manor.

"I would like to return to my room sir, suddenly, I feel tired." I look down the hallway past where they'd just departed and I feel Lucius move around me, his hands coming up to my shoulders he tightens them and then lets go.

"Tired? I very much doubt that tired is the feeling you're experiencing at this moment. I would appreciate it… Hermione, that you do not lie to me."

As he speaks, he comes back into my vision. I don't look at him, but I can feel his eyes upon me. "If it is all the same sir, I am tired and wish to return to my room, if that is alright with you." I don't look at him, I know that I am close to tears and I'm sure he can tell.

"Very well, come along."

I follow him, the winding halls of his Manor a blur to me, and the whispering of the portraits past through my consciousness as I walk behind him. My mind in silent rapture I just walk behind him until he stops, opening my door I step in, without a look or word to him. I cross the room and get up onto my bed. I hear nothing from Lucius except the quite click of my door and then in my beautiful prison, my body erupts into a fit of tears.

"Tork, could you tell father that I wish to speak with him."

"Yes master Draco."

Within a ten minutes, I hear father coming down the hallway and I prepare myself for him. I press my hands over my clothes, smoothing my clothes out of sheer nerves. I hear father come to stand just outside of my door and the doorknob turns and I find myself in the middle of the room, nervous at meeting my father once again.

"You wish to speak to me Draco?"

"Yes sir. I-I was wondering if tomorrow, I may spend time with Granger." I look at him and his face contorts and I shrink back. "I just stop. I didn't really know where to go and I knew that she was father's treasure and prized possession.

"You want to spend time with her?"

"Yes sir." His voice was calm, cold, and his face was shadowed, I should have lit the room better, but alas here we are. I look at him in the eyes, I know that he won't see it as a challenge, he can't but with father, I am never sure.

"And why is that Draco?"

I swallow. "She is intelligent sir, and I would like to talk with someone that doesn't think about just screwing me to get a better room in the manor sir, and-and we can talk about potions and transfiguration."

"That is interesting Draco. Very interesting. Perhaps you may."

I nod and look down.

"I think that perhaps I shall use your wish to see her to see what happens between Dory and Hermione. Yes, perhaps that is what will happen. For now though, you're to stay in your room and do not leave."

"Yes sir." I nod. With that, father crisply nodded and then turned out of the room shutting the door swiftly behind him.
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