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Draco 1/2 - Completed	By : hermy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10: Prologue or Prelude?
- 7
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- 9
Draco Malfoy woke up with a start in her own room,
not seeing Hermione anywhere. She was disappointed. She really loved her, and
wanted to tell her that. She shook her head to clear the fuzziness, and smiled
at the memories of last night. Tiny hairs rose on her skin, and she felt
something was wrong. She got off the bed, and put on her robes. Draco checked
the common room for any sign of Hermione, and even tried to knock on her
portal. Nobody answered. Draco frowned slightly, and tried a spell that would
reveal where Hermione went. A visibly glowing trail revealed itself in
Hermione�s footsteps. Her blood ran cold, when she found signs of Apparating in
her own room. There was a struggle in the bathroom, with many footsteps there
and here. Hermione wouldn�t have gone willingly! Draco took a brisk shower, and
put on her darkest warrior attire her father had given her for her preparation
of receiving the Death Mark. Fortunately she hadn�t gotten it before everything
went to hell. Draco muttered a charm to make the outfit fit her form. She
didn�t care who would find out about her transformation; she only cared about
finding Hermione safe and sound. Draco was only regretful that the defensive
spell that made her invisible at any hint of danger while she was sleeping
didn�t extend towards Hermione.

Dumbledore was informed of Hermione�s disappearance,
and so were Harry and Ron. Draco laughed at Ron�s rage, and wondered what
Hermione ever saw in him.

�Malfoy! You are the cause of this!� Ron had
bellowed, and Harry had to restrain him. Draco only continued to laugh, �Well,
well, I am tempted to take advantage of this moment, but I know Hermione
wouldn�t like it,� Dumbledore only smiled, and put a hand on Ron�s shoulder.
That had an immediate calming effect on Ron. Harry�s bespectacled face was
unreadable.

�Malfoy, why are you a woman?� Harry finally asked.
Ron stopped what he was doing, and took a harder look at Draco Malfoy. His
mouth dropped open.

�By Merlin! He�s a woman! It must be karma!� Ron
started to get red in the face, and let out a great laughter. Draco flinched,
but only maintained her calm composure because of his magical night with
Hermione. She knew Hermione had made her choice, and it wasn�t the Weasel. Draco
relaxed, and shot Ron a winning smile, which killed his laughter almost
immediately.

�I slept with Hermione last night, and that�s why she
was in my bathroom when she was abducted,� Draco looked at Ron coldly. Harry
was taken aback, as was Ron. Dumbledore looked as if he expected this. The wily
old man!

�You-you�re lying!� Ron still was incredulous.
Dumbledore interrupted the incoming fire fight by altering the focus to
Hermione�s safety.

�Let�s not waste time on petty squabbles, and instead
waste it on rescuing Hermione Granger!� He merrily spoke as if they were having
tea and biscuits. It still didn�t stop the Golden Duo from being ashamed. Even
Draco seemed shame-faced.

Harry began the investigation, thankfully, to break
the impasse with questions.

�Do you have a list of enemies, Draco?� He asked,
knowing it would be long. Ron snorted at that, and obviously he was thinking
the same. Draco sent him a glowering look, but held his tongue for a moment to
think.

McGonagall and Snape barged into the room.

�Albus! What�s the emergency? I left a couple of
students still in animal form, and they are liable to peck out each other�s
eyes anytime!� McGonagall cried. Snape only crossed his arms, and waited
patiently for Dumbledore to give them an explanation and it had better be good.
He knew Albus wouldn�t disappoint them, but he left a bunch of potions which
needed to be stirred at a crucial moment.

�My friends, I assure you this is an emergency and we
are in need of your resources and wisdom,� Albus Dumbledore gently broke the
rest of the news to them.

�This is terrible!� Bemoaned Mirvena McGonagall, �Our
poor Hermione!�

�I don�t know about you, Mirvena, but I think Miss
Granger can take care of herself. She is a worthy adversary, when she puts her
mind to it,� Snape calmly consoled her. He had the jaded eyes of a former
Death-eater. Whatever he had endured couldn�t be worse than what Miss Granger
was enduring.

�Oh! You would know, Severus! You worked that child
hard since she was 11, and didn�t give her a scrap of praise!� McGonagall
snapped. Snape was silent. What could he say? She was right. Though . . . he
had his own reasons.

�Minerva, Severus cares for Hermione just as much as
you do in his own way. This I am quite certain of. Do you two have ideas about
her disappearance?� Albus gently reminded
McGonagall, who seemed thoroughly shamed.

�I�m sorry, Severus. I had no right��

Snape only gave her a self-deprecating smile and
quick nod, �No need to apologize, Minerva. You were only upset, and I was just
closer for you to vent at. I�m not exactly the easiest person to get along in
the world, I know. I want Hermione safe and sound, too . . .,� He looked around
the room after a thoughtful pause.

�She�s my daughter. My only child. We must call the
Aurors on this one. I smell a sour Death-eater still running around.� Everyone except Albus looked completely
shocked at this latest revelation.

�My, this has been a day of revelations!� Albus had a
talent for the understatement. Harry and Ron stared at each other. Draco wished
for a shot of firewhisky to calm his nerves now. They had to find Hermione. Now and fast.

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Hermione was bound and gagged, when she woke up. She
felt a throbbing pain in her chin where Crabbe delivered a surprise blow. She
groaned, and strained her eyes in a poorly dimmed room that was bare and small.
Hermione realized her hands were tied, and she was hanging from the ceiling
with her feet barely touching the ground. She felt like a piece of tender meat
hanging on a hook. Just maybe . . . she
tried to swing backward and forward for any sign of instability that could set
her free. Hermione was unsuccessful, and she felt a blast of cold air entering
the room along with strong light as a door opened suddenly.

�Crabbe. Get me down now,� she snarled, feeling dirty
and exposed. Crabbe laughed with a zeal, �I don�t know if you already knew
this, but you are in no position to make such demands,�

�Why did you take me? You won�t get away with it!�
She screeched at him, trying to kick at him with her bound feet. Her stomach was
gnawing at her out of hunger already. Did she have breakfast already? She didn�t
remember. Probably not.

�Such a heart. Too bad you bat for the wrong team,
and have mud flowing in your blood. You would have made me a decent wife.� He
taunted her, and slapped her hard that she spun around a few times from the
ceiling. When Hermione stopped spinning,
she made a biting retort that she wouldn�t breed spawn of any Death-eater
especially one such as Crabbe even if he was the last man on earth. That got
her another hard punch in the stomach. She winced, biting her lips. She would
not cry. Hermione had been training in combat secretly ever since she got
wounded in the Department of Mysteries with Dumbledore�s Army. That meant she
could endure a certain degree of abuse to her physical constitution before she
would break. Her little Gryffindor heart would not bear it if Draco was to be
harmed in this foul beast�s hands, so it was in her interest to stall Crabbe as
long as she could even if she had to die. Hermione smiled. What a noble way to
die, all for love. The smile only enraged Crabbe, and he dished out a hard kick
to the stomach that she swung back and forth in a wide arc. She would NOT break
in this foul beast�s hands, either.

�Fortunately, I have some interesting toys from the
muggle world that you may be interested in. I believe they are used for cattle
. . . let�s see, hold on a moment while I grab the first one just for you.� He
seemed eager, and that did not bode well for Hermione. She thought of the
Longbottoms who had been tortured at other Death-eaters� hands. Hermione even
studied that case, and was quite horrified. She had to make it. She had to. For
Draco. Her friends. Family.

�I�m back! Hope you didn�t have to wait long, baby,�
Crabbe giggled, holding up an object that looked like a cattle prod. Nasty
little things. Sends shocks, and some could be quite fatal to her. She braced
for the first touch that could be the end of her.

�Barty used this very instrument on the blood
traitors. My love was magnificient!� Crabbe shouted, preparing his prod for the
first shock, �I must admit, meeting you has been very electrifying!� The first
shock hit Hermione in a painful wave, which left her muscles twitching in its
wake. She groaned, holding back her tears. She would not cry and give the
bastard satisfication. Crabbe laughed, and sent her into a spinning circle with
a well placed kick. Then he electrified her. Again, and again. Then he stopped.

Hermione did
not move, nor did she give any sign of being conscious. Crabbe groaned. Now she
ruined his plans for a long night of torture! He would have to wait until she
regained consciousness, and proceed to the next level of torture. He haven�t
had this fun since . . . hell, it has been long! Now he had to check if she was
still breathing. He touched her pulse, and it was faint. He shrugged, and shut
the door behind him. It would be Draco�s fault if she died, anyway.
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