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Witchnapped	By : straightlyconfused Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 48196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: All the beauty of the Harry Potter world and characters below to JK Rowling. I'm just borrowing for my own amusement. I make no money from this story...at all.

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Happy Valentines Day lovelies!

Here is my gift to you.

Whether you are celebrating today with a partner or maybe you're single (as I am!) I think the real importance of this day is to not get caught up in the "comercialness" of day and instead spend the day telling those you love (in whatever capacity) that you love them. That's what really counts after all.

Anyway, sappy speech over. On with the story!

- Straight xx

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"Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare"

Adele - "Rolling In The Deep"

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The following evening found Hermione and Ginny sitting down to a spaghetti meal prepared by Hermione for dinner. There had been no word from either Zabini or Malfoy and Hermione suspected they'd been sent out on some kind of mission to do God knows what to God knows who. A part of Hermione wondered what would happen in the event Malfoy was killed. Would all the enchantments keeping her locked in the apartment building cease to exist or did they pass to someone else in his little gang?

Ginny had arrived tearful that evening having spent the day attempting to write to her family and explain her choices. She'd owled her letter an hour ago and was now dreading the response. Hermione would be lying if she didn't admit to feeling somewhat happy about her friend's unhappiness. While she knew that the Weasley's and Harry would struggle to believe what Ginny had written, they needed to know all the same. Vows were not something to be entered into lightly in the Wizarding World, let alone vows that bound you to a man as his wife. The Wizarding World was not as advanced as the Muggle world - Husbands still had a lot more legal rights then wives did. Yet, despite her anger at her friend, Hermione still looked to Ginny who looked miserable and felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her. Malfoy would call it her 'bleeding Gryffindor heart".

"You've done the right thing Gin" Hermione said, quietly.

"They're going to hate me 'Mione" Ginny said, the devastation in her voice so clear.

"They're your family - they could never hate you. They love you" Hermione replied, "but they won't understand. I still don't understand properly"

"I love him" Ginny said, by way of explanation.

Hermione sighed. There was no point in rehashing old conversations. Ginny's feelings for Blaise were so unexpected to Hermione but at the end of the day they were Ginny's feelings and not something she may ever understand. Just like that part of her deep down that wondered if Malfoy was ever coming back and secretly hoped he'd walk in the door any moment. She realised she may never understand that side of herself.

"When are they coming back?" Ginny questioned, almost reading her mind.

"Maybe they aren't coming back?" Hermione said, "Maybe they will die at this so called meeting of theirs"

Ginny stood up suddenly and began collecting their dirty dishes, she moved with tension as if she wanted to yell at Hermione but couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You don't really believe that do you 'Mione?" she eventually said.

"No" Hermione said, sighing, "I think Malfoy is too smart to let them get killed so easily"

"Malfoy is much smarter than I ever gave him credit for" Ginny said, slowly.

"I never thought he'd have the guts to pull this off" Hermione said, "I always saw him as such a daddy's boy"

They moved to sit on the couch while the water for the tea Ginny had put on came to the boil.

"Blaise said that Malfoy stopped admiring his father the moment Voldemort marked him. He was marked because Lucius failed when he let us escape from the Department of Mysteries and Narcissa stood by and let it happen - ever the devoted wife. Blaise said that Malfoy stopped believing that his father had any kind of power and that's when he started planning to seize some power of his own. He wanted to become more powerful than his father had ever been"

"And where do I fit into this?" Hermione asked, angrily, "I'm hardly ever going to be his perfect little obedient wife"

Ginny shrugged, "Maybe he doesn't want obedience? I mean if you grew up your whole life watching your mother blindly follow the orders of your father and you then grew to hate your father chances are you'd want to become nothing like him - and that includes mirroring his choice in partner"

"Then throw in the fact that he considers me to be incredibly powerful magic-wise and I fit into his little ideology perfectly" Hermione agreed.

"'Mione" Ginny said and she could hear her friends fear for her, "You shouldn't fight him forever. I mean I'm scared of what he may do to bring you under his control"

"I don't care Gin" Hermione said, angrily.

"There are worse lives you could live you know…Malfoy will protect you, give you a family, you could - "

"- spend more nights trying to stop the profuse amount of blood from pouring out of my cracked skull? I don't think so" Hermione snapped.

"What?" Ginny breathed.

"Did you think I've been up here playing Stepford-Witch?" Hermione argued, "Grow up Ginny. That's not me and peaceful coexistence isn't Malfoy and I. We will always fight and he will always find new ways to hurt me. I won't live like that Gin and I can only hope that you never have to"

The water boiled and Hermione got up to make the tea.

"He cracked your skull?"

"Of course he did" Hermione said, "On my second night here after I said something he didn't agree with"

"Oh 'Mione" Ginny said, sadly.

"Stop it" Hermione said, harshly, "I don't need your pity. I can handle Malfoy but it made it very clear to me very early on that there is nothing good left in him, what part of him that was capable of showing compassion was destroyed the minute that mark was burnt onto his arm"

"Where did - do you have a scar?"

Hermione shook her head, "He healed me that night"

"He healed you?" 'Mione maybe he was sorry?"

"Unlikely" she scoffed, "I'd say it had more to do with the meeting with the Order he was trying to have me organise at the time"

"It is much easier to hate him isn't it? Ginny said, watching her friend closely.

Hermione bought over two cups of tea and placed one in front of Ginny.

"What are you getting at Ginny?"

"I'm saying that its much easier for you to write him off as some kind of violent psychopath than to attempt to look past his actions and see some sort of possible reasoning below the surface"

"There is nothing to see below the surface" Hermione snapped.

"There is always more below the surface" Ginny argued, "Do you think that Blaise got caught up in all this because he is some power hungry Pureblood who feared he'd have to marry a muggleborn wife and lose all his family's fortune trying to buy back some good favour to his family name? Or do you think he chose to stand by his best friend who had a shitty childhood and basically lost his shitty family to Voldemort leaving him with nothing but a mark on his arm that was going to see him persecuted for the rest of his life for things he didn't even fully believe in? The answers pretty simple because Blaise could have stayed neutral and fled to Italy when all this started and probably never would have had to feel the taint of this war again"

"So Malfoy had a bad childhood, so what? So did Harry and I don't see Harry running around happy to murder and torture anyone who gets in his way"

Ginny sighed and placed her empty teacup on the coffee table,

"You will see what you want to see Hermione but Dumbledore always tried his best to understand people - even Voldemort - and you know that. All I'm saying is that maybe you wouldn't find Malfoy so despicable if you tried to see beyond his cruel Death Eater facade"

"Your defence of Malfoy sickens me Ginny. I think you should go"

Ginny nodded, "Okay but I'm trying to protect you 'Mione. I hope you understand that"

Hermione saw her to the door and then locked it behind her. She spent the next ten minutes cleaning the dishes and putting them away before she put herself to bed. There she lay, seething. How dare Ginny throw Dumbledore in her face. Malfoy had tried to murder him for God's sake. He hadn't though, the small voice in the back of her mind said. Malfoy hadn't been able to go through with it and Snape had had to do the job. Well it didn't matter because he murdered people now. One hesitation was not enough to make up for all the death he'd caused since. As Hermione drifted off to sleep she thought of Professor Dumbledore and wished so badly that things had worked out differently. She'd never have been in this situation if he was still alive. Her heavy eyes fell shut and sleep gently claimed her.

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A foggy mist covered the Hogwarts library as Hermione stood there, looking around, confused. This was not the first time she'd dreamt of the library but when she did there were always people here - other students, Professors, ghosts. This time, however, it appeared completely empty - it was eery.

Slowly, Hermione began to look around, looking for some kind of reason as to why her subconscious mind had brought her here but there was nothing, not even Madam Pince. Hermione was beginning to despair when she noticed a flash of blue robe towards the back of the library where she knew there to be a small sitting area commonly used by students doing group assignments. She rushed forward only to gasp at the reveal of the mystery person.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

There he sat in robes of periwinkle blue appearing to be reading some kind of old tome. He glanced up at her and smiled kindly before shutting the book.

"As Miss Granger. I've been waiting for you"

Hermione felt her eyes sting with tears,

"But how?"

"Well my dear you called for me and I do pride myself on keeping my word - help shall always be given to those at Hogwarts"

"But I'm not at Hogwarts" Hermione said, quietly.

Dumbledore glanced around at the library interestedly, "It would appear some part of you is, even if its the deepest part of your subconscious mind"

"Sir I - I don't know what to say" Hermione said, quietly.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Come now Miss Granger. Take a seat and lets discuss this situation with Mr Malfoy you appear to have gotten yourself into"

Hermione bristled but sat, "I did not get myself into anything sir. Malfoy abducted me"

"And you chose to stay"

"I didn't have much of a choice sir!" Hermione argued, outraged, "People were going to die, our friends were in danger"

"But you did have a choice all the same Miss Granger. I once said that the time was coming when we would all need to chose between what was right and what was easy. It would appear that you made that choice and I am very proud of you because you chose the much harder choice"

"But was it right?" Hermione questioned.

"Do you think it was right Miss Granger?" Dumbledore asked her.

He seemed to watch her curiously as Hermione pondered his question before she answered,

"It was right for the others"

"And what of yourself?"

Sadly, Hermione said, "This is my sacrifice for them"

For a moment, no one said anything and then Dumbledore moved to place his book down on a side table and sat forward slightly.

"Its interesting that that is your conclusion Miss Granger. Its a very pessimistic view and outside of your character. I would have thought you would take this opportunity as a chance to learn more about Mr Malfoy than you knew before"

Hermione looked at him, confused, "But sir there is nothing I want to learn about Malfoy. Everything I already know I hate about him. I am a prisoner in his home for heaven's sake"

"But why? Why has Mr Malfoy taken you from your friends and family?"

"Because he has this idea that the strength of our magic can be passed down through our bloodlines and that combined he and I would produce superior magical children" Hermione answered, blushing at the end.

"Now isn't that an interesting concept" Dumbledore said, a familiar twinkle in his eye.

"Its utter rubbish sir. Otherwise how would I have become magical? I'm a Muggleborn witch"

"Indeed and yet how have families such as the Malfoy's remained consistently strong in their magic if we no longer put stock in the argument for 'Pure Bloodlines'"

He had a point, Hermione conceded, either Muggleborns were a magical anomaly that occurred more frequently than an anomaly should or there was another explanation.

"Do you know the answer sir?" Hermione asked him.

Dumbledore smiled, "I have only but an old man's theory my dear. You'd be best to conduct your own research"

"Like Malfoy is ever going to let me do that" Hermione muttered.

"I think you might find him quite receptive to the idea" Dumbledore suggested, "Mr Malfoy had to do a great lot of accepting about the type of person you are Miss Granger before he could even entertain the idea of bringing you to live with him"

Hermione frowned, "Sir do you understand Malfoy?"

"I see a great deal of a much younger me in him my dear. A younger version of myself who was hurt and proud and prepared to go to great lengths to achieve what I thought I needed"

"But sir you never murdered people"

"Don't be niave Miss Granger" Dumbledore said, gently, "Murder is only murder to those who do not understand the reasoning. You may kill someone trying to kill you and you would call it self-defence but to someone who loved your attacker it will always be murder. I have killed a great many people in defence of others Miss Granger while my intentions may have been good, my hands are not clean. I have never murdered where it could be avoided or tortured where it wasn't necessary but I have done a great many things to protect a great many people"

"But Malfoy enjoys it sir"

"Does he?" Dumbledore replied, seeming curious, "Or does he do what he feels is necessary? As I have done. People are not so black and white Miss Granger, there is always shades of grey and if you look hard enough I think you'll find Mr Malfoy exists in those shades of grey more than you may think"

"You're agreeing with Ginny sir? You think I need to try to understand Malfoy to see why he does what he does"

"I think that a baby is born into this world with no prejudices, no hatred, just a pure being and everything that happens there after forms that pure baby into the person they become. Sometimes we need to understand what happened to that baby to understand the person before us. With understanding perhaps our views change and perhaps they don't but we are left armed with a great more insight than we had before"

Hermione watched as Dumbledore reached for the old tome he'd been reading when she'd arrived and handed it to her before he stood.

"I must be going now Miss Granger. Whatever the outcome may be, you've been very brave and are a true testament to the house of Godric Gryffindor"

He gave her one last smile and then walked past her back towards the entry of the library. His robes swishing in the mist as he went and Hermione couldn't help but feel sad as her late Headmaster faded into the fog and her dream took her into the darkness once more.

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Hermione sat bolt upright in bed, breathing harshly as her brain tried to process whether or not she was still dreaming. She glanced quickly around the room and, strangely, took comfort in the familiar appearance of Malfoy's bedroom. She was awake then. She felt herself heave a sob as she tried to piece together whether she had been dreaming or whether Dumbledore really did possess the power - even in death - to hijack her mind in her sleep. She had wished for him and then there he had been, a creation of her sub-conscious which meant it had been a dream. Hermione had almost accepted that when her brain clued in on something else. Looking down she realised she was clutching something to her chest, she could feel her racing heart pounding against it. Clutched tightly in her arms was an old, brown leather covered book, the pages slightly yellowed and smelling of the Hogwart's library - a rich musky smell. On the front cover of the book lay gold letters. Hermione reached over to turn on a lamp before looking back to the book and gasping. Embossed onto the front cover in gold read, ""The Family Malfoy". Was this the book Dumbledore had been reading? The one he'd handed to her? But how? How had he gotten inside her mind and handed her a book? And why? To understand, the small voice told her, to begin to understand.

Deducing that she wouldn't be able to sleep anymore tonight anyway, Hermione decided to allow Dumbledore to teach her one more lesson. So she settled back down in the bed, laying on her side the book propped up on a pillow, and begun to read,

'There are fewer families older than the Malfoy family. A heritage that boasts of its 'Pure Bloodline' members of the Malfoy family are known to be aristocratic and fans of the Dark Arts. The term 'Malfoy' comes from french origins 'Mal' 'Foi' which translates to 'Bad' 'Faith' and this family has certainly woven that into the generations of Malfoy sons. The Malfoy family is known to be cunning, aggressive, self-serving and very powerful…'

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