You Change My Mind | By : AkashaTheKitty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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This is a
response to MistressMalfoy’s **Celebrate It’s MY Birthday!** Challenge on Granger Enchanged.
It will be 10 (short!) chapters long and I have decided to release one chapter
each day for 10 days. MistressMalfoy turned me (pun!)
on to that evil idea herself (neener neener at her). This way the last chapter should be up on
Monday the 19th, just before the deadline. XD
Thanks to my
evil but loyal betas MissNibbles, SunSun, Maz and Kazfeist. Yes, all of them. Because I am a masochist and
having them pick my stories apart and wringing all blood from my heart is just
fun fun fun!
This chapter is pretty short, but they do get longer. :P
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Hermione glared in
what she believed to be the general direction of her captors and tried to hide
her fear. This wasn’t supposed to be happening to her. She wasn’t supposed to
be the damsel in distress. She wasn’t supposed to just be snatched away from
her friends like this. She wasn’t supposed to be caught by them.
And it was
really all her own fault.
She shouldn’t
have wandered off on her own. She knew this; she had known it even as she did
it. She just felt so confined; never able to just leave, never able to go for a
walk on her own, never able to just have a moment of privacy. It had been this
way for much longer than she cared to remember and she’d felt so sick of it
all. She had just wanted to go for a walk; it was hardly something worth dying
for.
Yet, now she
might.
“On your knees,
Mudblood,” someone growled in her ear and she received a kick to the back of
her knees that made her legs buckle.
She didn’t know
where she was. They had taken her wand, bound her and Disapparated
with her to the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere. There, they had
used a Conjunctivitis Curse on her, making her vision darken completely, before
they hauled off with her. All she knew, all she could feel, was that after some
time of walking they had now entered a building.
They were Death Eaters, of
course. She hadn’t known them on sight, but she knew enough to know what they
were. They had looked at her with such hatred and disgust that she was quite
frankly stunned to still be alive. If they knew who
she was there was little to be had in the way of hope. Damn her, why had she
been so reckless today?
She tamped down
a feeling of panic. Whatever happened, it couldn’t be good, she knew that, but
there was no point in panicking prematurely. She would endure what she had to
and she would die before betraying Harry. She would –
“Why does it not
look at me?” someone hissed and Hermione’s blood ran cold at the tone. She felt
the curse being lifted and her vision returning. She blinked a few times.
“Excellent,” the voice said, and Hermione looked up, unable to stifle a gasp.
There was Voldemort himself, smiling at her, seemingly pleased with
her reaction.
Hermione looked
around her. The room she was in was large and luxurious but oddly lacking in
furniture. The only chair in the room was Voldemort’s
impressive throne-like chair in front of which she was currently kneeling. She
glanced at her captors and they were holding themselves in subservient poses,
staring at the floor.
“You’re probably
wondering why you’re here, Mudblood,” Voldemort said
in what was probably his most pleasant tone. He stopped expectantly and
Hermione realized that he was actually waiting for her to respond.
“It had crossed
my mind,” she weakly said. What was she supposed to say? There was a room full
of people, eyeing her, looking like they just needed an excuse to kill her.
He smiled again.
It was as if this was all some sort of play and he was the puppeteer. “I would
like you to help me,” he said. “Doing so would please me immensely and perhaps
it could prompt me to be… more understanding of your predicament.”
His gaze was
steady and she knew what he was doing. Without a second thought she put up the
walls that most people in the Order had been taught to erect these days. Occlumency had become necessary for their continued survival;
even Harry had finally managed to learn some.
“That’s… nice,”
she replied as if nothing had occurred.
She broke the
eye contact as soon as it wouldn’t be suspicious to do so, and sized up the
room and the few black-robed figures looming about in the shadows that she
could see from her position. There was no way out for her. She would be Avada Kedavra’d at least twelve times before she
even reached the door.
Voldemort narrowed his eyes at her
and then suddenly seemed to make a decision, calling out, “Draco!”
Hermione’s eyes
widened. Surely, the rumors weren’t true. Surely, Draco Malfoy hadn’t taken his
father’s place at the—
“Yes, my Lord?”
a smooth voice said as an unmistakable blond man stepped forward. Hermione felt
a pang of sadness. Draco had never been nice as a boy, but she didn’t think he
had been truly evil, either, and she’d always felt that there’d been hope for
him.
She supposed
that sometimes hope wasn’t enough.
“You know what
to do,” Voldemort said. “She’s yours.”
Hermione’s eyes
widened and she considered whether now was a good time to
panic. If Draco was indeed one of Voldemort’s
trusted followers now, then she could possibly look forward to many hours of
pain as he got his retaliation for every petty little slight that he perceived
to have received from her and her friends over the years.
Draco bowed
slightly at the serpentine Dark Lord and nodded at Hermione’s captors, who then
dragged her to her feet and carted her off.
“What do you think?”
Voldemort asked after she was gone. “Will she be
amenable?”
Draco
considered. “She’s stubborn and loyal to a fault, but I can do it.”
Voldemort nodded. “See that you do.”
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I
know, not terribly original. But bear with me, it DOES get better!
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