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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?
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Draco pranced back and forth, driving Harry and Ron
crazy. It was clear to them both that Draco cared deeply for Hermione, which
did not bear well with Ron. He claimed that Hermione was his girlfriend, not a damn
lesbo, to which Draco laughed. She flipped her medium long platinum blond hair
with a slight flick of a hand. Harry groaned, wishing Pansy was here to comfort
him.

Snape came back into the office, announcing that all
students were accounted for except Hermione . . . and Vincent Crabbe. Draco�s blood ran cold. She would kill that
bastard when she got his hands on him.

�I have to go. I may know where he is hiding out with
Herm. He�s mine!� Draco vowed, but not before Snape sent him a withering glare.

�You will NOT do anything of the sort! You will not
endanger my daughter with your foolishness! Please, let the aurors take care of
this. Vincent Crabbe is a very unstable individual out for your blood, Malfoy.
I have looked into his mind when he was younger, and he did not harbor any
friendliness for you!� The brooding man coldly told a shocked Draco.

�If I recall correctly from my spy days in the
highest Death-eater ranks, your father had Crabbe looking after you. No doubt
he built up years and years of resentment for you, since you had taken him out
of action so he could play a brick dumb bodyguard,� Snape smiled humorlessly.
Draco took this all in.

�But I was no blood traitor back then! There must be
more to this . . . ,� Draco frowned, thinking for a moment. Harry had to remind
him of all the times Draco had carelessly launched a self serving campaign
against the Golden Trio, bringing unwarranted attention to his person and his
associates. Crabbe probably did not appreciate the unnecessary attention which
might�ve made him work harder than usual to keep Draco out of trouble, and keep
the dark associations to the Death-eaters a secret. No wonder Lucius Malfoy
assigned his little mouthy son a guard!

�Hey! I resent that mouthy crack.� Draco murmured,
trying to not smile when Harry was finished with his vocal assertions. But she
failed when Harry and Ron burst in laughter. She joined in, much to everyone�s
surprise. Harry decided Draco Malfoy wasn�t the bad sort, and that he changed
for the better now. Unfortunately there was that love triangle with his best
friends . . . Harry decided he would not interfere, and he had enough on his
hands. Harry was a bit tolerant towards the Gryffindor/Slytherin relationship,
since he had a similar one with his beloved Pansy. She was busy on a deep-cover
assignment right now, and she wouldn�t be back until tomorrow. Harry could not
risk owling her, either, wherever she was.
He would have to wait until tomorrow.

God, he missed Pansy! If the secret got out . . .
Harry shook his head, deciding against telling others of his relationship.
Pansy actually was a spy for the Order of the Phoenix ever since their sixth
year, trying to root out any hidden Death-eaters. She had changed her tune when
she witnessed her parents being killed brutally by Voldemort when he thought
they were blood traitors. Her parents weren�t really blood traitors, they
hadn�t really wanted to dirty their hands fighting. They were made for a life
of fine china and expensive wine. Harry had only discovered the truth recently
this summer, and fell in love with the real and vulnerable Pansy Parkinson.
They hadn�t meant for the romance to happen at all. They met quite by accident
in a greek nightclub�and it was lust at first sight, evolving into something
more deeper and stronger. Love. Harry had become muscular from years of playing
Quidditch, and he didn�t wear his spectacles at the time when he met her. Pansy had grown into a beautiful young woman, no
longer the pug-faced little insecure girl who bullied others. She had left that
behind her completely, and was working on her own redemption. Maybe she could
help in this by tricking Crabbe into releasing Hermione, having some insider
knowledge from her assignments.

Harry brightened at the thought, and excused himself
from Dumbledore�s office.

Meanwhile, Crabbe was roughly wiping some blood off
Hermione�s bloodied face to make more �room� for blood. Every touch sent her
immense pain, and she felt like her face had been through a meat grinder.
Hermione gritted her teeth. Even her gums felt very swollen, and it had taken
so much out of her to grit her teeth.

�You are worthless!� Crabbe had hammered that into
her mind repeatedly. Hermione had never felt utterly alone and so scared, but
she still refused to break. At least she would die with dignity! Even if he
mercilessly set fire to her tender nipples. He had doused the fire by roughly
sucking her nipples, not sparing his teeth. Hermione bit her lips until fresh
blood flowed, and even so, she didn�t stop biting them. Crabbe had gotten bored
quick with the cattle prod.

The next day, Harry found Pansy after kissing her
quite thoroughly, and explained everything to her. After reeling from the
shock, Pansy gave him all what he needed to know. Where Crabbe was, and how he
could get there safely. Pansy also let him that she was sorry that Hermione was
in trouble, and if she was Crabbe�s prisoner; she would be enduring torture
similar to the Longbottoms� and that he had
to be very careful for Pansy�s sake! He had to assure her that he would be.
Pansy gave him a dubious look, knowing the dangers Harry had been in with his
tendency to fall into troubles�warranted or not. Harry ended the discussion
with a kiss.

Ron caught up with him much later, and Harry was
still wearing that smile only Pansy inspired after their secret meetings.

�Harry! I�ve been looking for you everywhere!
Where�ve you been? You�ve been so secretive since school started!� The redhead
scolded him, red-faced.

�We have no time to lose! I know where Crabbe is and
how to get there. We need Malfoy as our upper hand�he�s who Crabbe really
wants, but we need the aurors�I guess you need to get them! I have no time to�Hermione
is dying every minute now, I just know it. Trust me. GO!� Harry cried in a
panic. Ron could be so thick-headed at times!

�Where is the hell is that Malfoy?� He muttered, now
alone except for Susan Bones and Neville Longbottom passing by with a wave. He
knew that Susan�s aunt worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as
the Head. What luck! He told Susan Bones to look for Ron, and that it involved
getting the aurors involved and it had something to do with Crabbe. He had NO
time to explain it all, and he rushed off with a wave of gratitude.

�That Harry Potter, always off to save someone!�
Neville smiled, not realizing Hermione was in a similar predicament his parents
had been in. Susan shrugged, her mind working overtime on where Ron would be
already. Was he in his room or outside?

Now Harry had to find Malfoy, and he unrolled the
Marauders� map. The slytherin was in her room, prancing in circles. Harry
sighed, and ran up the ever changing stairs for the Head chambers. He knocked,
and a dismal voice shouted out the password to open the portal.

�Potter. Hello�what?� Draco sighed tiredly. Harry
filled her in about a way of getting Hermione back safe, and he had the
information to prove it. It brightened Draco�s spirits considerably.

�Now we have to get off the campus, so we can
Apparate outside of the anti-Apparating area. I don�t know how Crabbe managed
to do that within the area�but..,�

�Let�s get this over with, and take broomsticks.
It�ll be faster,� Draco was impatient. She even handed Harry an old Nimbus
2000, since she had her primary broomstick and they didn�t want to waste time.

�Let�s go!� Harry shouted, running with his
broomstick in hand and making a dive over the railing. As he expected, he
successfully moved the broom under so he glided gracefully instead of hitting
the ground. Showoff. Draco rolled her
eyes, and leaped on the railing. She jumped on her broomstick next, and zoomed
after Harry at a neck-breaking speed. They were playing on the same team for
once as chasers . . . the goal was to rescue Hermione.

In the darkness, Hermione didn�t know day or time as
she woke up with a jolt. She felt aches all over, and needed to vomit. Except
it would be an empty retch, for she hadn�t had a meal for a very long time. She
hadn�t needed to empty her bladder since she already took care of that business
at Draco�s. Hermione suspected she
would not last much either without a sip of water. By her own reckoning, she
assumed she had gone without water for a couple of days now. Hermione�s mind
had already shut down, and only survival instincts kicked in. She had no time
to cry, and she had to take up the old mask of Hermione Granger that had shut
her off efficiently from the rest of the world. She was pure logic and
instinct. She had to survive.

The door opened, exposing her eyes to sudden light
and temporary blindness. She squinted, letting her eyes adjust. She would
survive, and Crabbe would die for his
treachery. She shut her eyes, hearing only Minerva McDonagall�s voice of long
ago:

�To be an
animagus, one must submit and allow inner magic to take over without a wand.
This is an old trick, and you can notice this being found in Native American
cultures, Mayan cultures, and even Chinese legends have hinted at this. Picture
the first animal that comes to your mind, and that is the animal you have the
magic to become. It cannot be just any animal you prefer, or it won�t work.�

She fell into a deep meditation, trying to call all
inner powers to join forces and she would let her true animal self take over.
Not even a fresh round of slapping could break her concentration. Nor would the
new footsteps and voices defer it. Nor would the sound of a vicious battle
waged either. Her face took on a very serene look, and she went rigid. A flash
of an animal stamped itself on her mind: Tiger. A glow started to form around
her body, and she could feel bones and muscles start to move . . . and it hurt,
but nothing could be worse than the torture she had been through at the hand of
Vincent Crabbe.

Crabbe cursed angrily when he realized intruders
breached his hidden compound. He ran into Hermione�s torture room, and took his
rage out on her through a round of vicious slapping. But the bitch was in deep
concentration! What the fuck was she doing? Then he heard a noise behind him.
He laughed. Malfoy had come, like the fucking knight to the rescue. He turned
around... Malfoy was not alone. Harry
Potter was at his side! Impossible! Crabbe desperately grabbed the first weapon
he could see on a small table by Hermione, and it was a scythe that he planned
on using for Hermione later on. He also had a wand on his other hand. Crabbe
desperately tried to throw the imperius curse at Harry, and then Draco. Harry
effortlessly blocked both curses, and they were making headway. Draco was the
first one to notice an eerie glow behind Crabbe, and she widened his eyes in
alarm at a bloodied but serene Hermione. Then she seemed to be changing shape .
. . into what looked like a very, very displeased tiger. Crabbe was doing his
very best swinging all of his darkest hexes at the duo, and Harry was getting
tired of using the patronus charm to shield them both. He wouldn�t last long,
with his life battery being drained at a very fast rate.

However, it was all the time they needed, as
Tiger-Hermione pounced viciously on Crabbe. Crabbe screamed as the avenging
tiger tore his throat out, and blood pumped out furiously. Then she broke his neck like a twig. It was
a sound Draco would never forget, and she would also have to remember to never
piss off Hermione again. Harry looked at the macabre scene stonily. It was all what
Hermione needed to do, and he would allow her this. She had saved their lives,
and had been through hell and back.

Hermione morphed back into her human self, and
vomited and vomited. Apparently she just had dinner, and it didn�t agree with
her. Draco ran to her and held her softly, mindful of all the pain inflicted on
her. Words needed no vocal expression, and she needed medical help fast.

The aurors made it to the scene a few minutes later, and
took it from there. One of the aurors, Nymphadora Tonks held her nose at the
death scene. She murmured, �What in the hell happened here? This has the stench
of a Death-eater!�

From behind Tonks, Pansy ran into Harry�s arms; there
they kissed for all to see.

�I alerted the aurors of my own accord, as soon as
you ran off. I was so worried�I had to blow my deep cover. Now I�m out of any
more assignments, and�I expect I�ll be much of a target as you are!� She
whispered merrily in Harry�s ear. Draco gaped at her, and realized the reason
she hadn�t been so clingy lately. Pansy turned her head, and noticed Draco. She
smiled with old eyes, catching Draco off guard. She nodded firmly, and turned
her attention back to Harry. Draco managed a quick smile, and she decided to
not think more on this matter. Hermione was her most pressing concern at the
moment. Tonks looked at the couples, and decided to add this cursed place to
the floo network temporarily for them all to get checked up at St Mungo�s.
Hermione seemed to bear the worst of injuries�and one of the older aurors
remarked how the injuries were similar to the Longbottoms� torture injuries.
Tonks shuddered violently, thinking Hermione was one of the most strongest and
bravest people she had ever met. One day she would make an excellent auror if
she chose that direction.

�Goodbye, and I�ll visit you all when I know everyone
has recovered 100 percent!� Tonks handed Hermione the floo powder first. With a
weak gesture, she vanished in a puff of smoke. Draco followed in a heartbeat.
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