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Blood traitor	By : Dramionia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Bright moonlight streamed through the small window, illuminating the interior of a deserted potions classroom. Various components used by the students during classes with Professor Slughorn were spread out around one of the tables, and in the middle of all that stood a cauldron with a little fire burning underneath. Over the cauldron stood a dark-skinned boy who was cutting frogs’ tongue, another ingredient of the potion brewing in the cauldron on the table. One could read stubbornness and determination on his face.

“Damn Malfoy. He never makes mistakes, never does anything that might jeopardize his image, but points out to other people their smallest little indiscretion and uses it for his own purpose,” thought Blaise Zabini while throwing freshly chopped frogs’ tongue into the cauldron with the blue potion. The substance in the cauldron began to boil and rapidly changed color to purple.

Mistakes made by Draco Malfoy interested the boy at the moment because, for over a month, the blonde-haired Slytherin had not given him any peace and coerced him into doing his homework and oblige 'small' favors. All of this for one small mistake, a mistake that could cost Blaise his position of second most wanted boy amongst girls from Slytherin (of course, position of the first belonged to Draco). Blaise Zabini was known as very picky when it came to female beauty, so if he chose a girl, she should feel special.

If people knew that Blaise shagged Millicent, his shares would fall sharply. None of the girls would come to him after that. Despite the fact that he did it while under the influence of firewhiskey, no one would give him absolution. It was not that Millicent was not liked by colleagues from her home, it was more about her appearance. Even those who were friends with her could not deny that Millicent was the most masculine girl in all of Hogwarts. Even the fact that she came from a family of pure-bloods didn't add to her attractiveness.

In Slytherin, there were a lot of attractive girls with equally good backgrounds and none of them would like to be included in the same group as Millicent; none of them wanted to be compared to her. Blaise, an outrageously handsome pure-blood Slytherin, should shag them, not Millicent. Even Crabbe and Goyle would be ashamed of having sex with her. Why, of all people, had Malfoy burst into their dormitory? Why then, when he was with Millicent?

When sober, Zabini obliviated Millicent to prevent her from blurting out that she had slept with him to her girlfriends. Malfoy, though, was a different case. He was too clever for that. He began working immediately and not only put the memories that he had pulled out from his head in a safe place, but also made a lot of notes that would help him recall the incident.

Blaise had to knock that weapon out of Draco's hand. He could not stand being blackmailed for the remaining one and a half years of education at Hogwarts, and who knows, maybe even longer. That's why Blaise decided to implement his plan. He concluded that the best defense was a good offense. He thought very long about what to do until he came up with the idea. If everything went well, he not only could just forget about granting favors for Malfoy, but also gain a lot more. Malfoy would give him almost everything for his secret to remain safe.

Blaise reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small metal box with a snake carved on the lid. He opened it and drew a long, brown, wavy hair from inside and then added it to the cauldron. As soon as the hair fell into the purple potion, the color of the liquid changed to pink. Blaise glanced down into the cauldron, satisfied with his work, and poured the potion into a glass bottle, which was then put into his pocket. With a wave of his wand, he cleaned up the mess. “Okay then Malfoy, we will see who will be on top,” he thought, grinning from ear to ear, and then left the classroom.

*****

The next afternoon, Harry and Hermione had agreed that he would meet her at the library and then they would go to the Great Hall for dinner. While waiting for him, the girl sat in the library and read an extra transmutation book. She wanted to make her essay for McGonagall perfect and not limited to issues treated very briefly by her manual. Immersed in reading, she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"What a worthless creature! Can you do anything right?!" Hermione looked up and saw a tall, pale boy with exceptionally bright blonde hair. On his face she could see rage and contempt. Standing in front of him was a little creature with big ears, bulging eyes, and a dirty rag tied on its waist. The house elf had bowed its head, but was secretly gazing, terrified of the blonde. At this point, the boy swung at the trembling creature.

"Malfoy! Leave this house-elf alone immediately!" Hermione stood up and, forgetting about her book, started towards Malfoy. He turned his head towards her to see who dared to disturb him while he was punishing his own house-elf. At this point, using the opportunity since his master was not looking at him, the house-elf disapparated, presumably in order to punish himself.

"Oh, what a surprise! Who do we have here? The Mudblood herself!" said Malfoy, and his face broke into a grimace full of hatred.

"How dare you treat him so?!" The girl was furious. "He can feel and think."

"No dirty mudblood will teach me how I should treat my property. Like house-elves, you should not have any rights, because your blood is dirty and filthy," he said with obvious disgust.

"My blood is not dirty," she answered calmly. "I saw it and rubbish did not swim in it. The color did not look like dirt as well and is just as red as yours."

At that moment, Harry opened the door of the library and entered with a brisk step. He was crossing the rows of shelves to get to Hermione's favorite bench when, while passing the last rack, he heard her voice.

"You know that my blood is as pure as yours," said the girl. Harry stopped, stood behind the bookcase and pricked his ears.

"I know. I know," answered Malfoy with barely noticeable sarcasm. On the inside, he was laughing at the nonsense that the Gryffindor was babbling. "And you are using SPEW to further the Dark Lord's aims. It was your idea to use Sirius Black’s house-elf to get rid of him and lure Potter to the ministry." In his head, it was the same crap as the ones told by the girl.

"How do you know about Kreacher?" she asked, surprised. She didn't assume that the younger Malfoy knew so much about the actions of Voldemort.

"My parents have no secrets from me," he said defiantly.

Harry strained even more to hear because the things he heard were a complete surprise, and he hoped that the ensuing conversation would explain something to him.

"Hmm and we are a couple and plan on getting married," she said with hardly discernible sarcasm. “You should begin to appreciate the house-elves, because they are not as mindless as you think."

Harry chuckled to himself. “Hermione and Malfoy as a couple. What bullshit. I've probably misunderstood something. It's probably because I have not heard the whole conversation,” he concluded, and left from behind the bookcase to meet Hermione. She saw him at exactly the same moment he did.

"Harry, you're here. Finally," she said and smiled broadly. Then she hastily gathered her belongings from the table and packed them into her bag, put the bag on her shoulder, and then, together with Harry, she left the library.

"What happened?" he asked her after a moment.

"Oh, the usual. He found a victim to abuse," she answered, and then pondered. "What do you think? Might we be able to free all of Malfoy's house-elves like Dobby?" she asked after a moment.

Harry said nothing, only smiled indulgently and opened the doors of the Great Hall.

*****

The Great Hall was crowded as usual at dinner time. One could hear the chatter, laughter and the sound of silverware hitting plates. Draco Malfoy was now sitting with the Slytherins and staring at the Golden Trio seated at the Gryffindor table. He hated them more than anything in the world. They were guilty for his father's several months’ imprisonment in Azkaban. He could not decide who he hated the most: the Boy-Who-Lived, who was seen as the savior of the wizarding world, the red-haired Weasley who was a blood traitor, or the mudblood who was not only taking the living space of pure-bred wizards, but dared to instruct them and be the best student in the whole school.

He hated her with all his heart. He hated that she was snooty and had horrible hair. He hated everything about her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He hated her whole being. Recently he also came to the conclusion that, if not because of ones like her, there would be no war, and he would not have to perform any tasks for the Dark Lord. There would be only pure-blood wizards, and the position of the Malfoys wouldn't be threatened. Draco was pulled from his reverie by Blaise, who sat at the table next to him.

"Hey! Since you keep scrutinizing her like this, are you falling in love with her?" asked Blaise, knowing perfectly that he would make Malfoy off-balance.

"Don't you dare insult me like that!" Draco frowned as Blaise predicted. "How's my transfiguration essay?" he asked after a moment.

"Don't panic. Just kidding," said Blaise, still smiling from ear to ear. "I am sure that your essay will be as great as if you wrote it by yourself."

"I hope so," Draco said.

"Look at Pansy. What did she come up with again?"

Draco turned towards Pansy and watched her for a moment. Only a few seconds were enough for Zabini. He looked around, checking if anyone was looking at him, drew the bottle of potion from his pocket, and poured the substance directly into Malfoy's pumpkin juice.

"What do you mean?" asked Malfoy when he couldn't see anything out of order in Pansy's appearance.

"The badge," Blaise explained, knowing very well that, for two days now, Pansy bore the plaque 'Draco Malfoy - Prince of Slytherin' attached to her garments.

"Nothing new," said Malfoy, who shrugged, took a sip of his pumpkin juice and went back to eating.

While Blaise took up conversation with Nott sitting on his other side, Draco's thoughts went back to the direction of hating Gryffindors and the Mudblood Granger. Again, he glanced at her, and when his eyes fell on her lips, he suddenly felt something very strange. Thoughts that had never been there began to flash through his head. Suddenly, he started to wonder how it would feel to kiss those lips. He turned his gaze away, but some force compelled him to look at her again. When he gave in to that force and once again looked at the Mudblood, he began to wonder how it would be to tear her robe apart while kissing her. He began to wonder how her body looked, and if her breasts were as big as Parkinson's, or maybe they were smaller, like those of Daphne Greengrass.

At this point, he noticed that she was also looking in his direction, and in her sight there was something more than the usual hatred, something that had never been there before and something he could not identify. Draco's mouth twisted into his trademark smirk. Then, with the full strength of his will, he forced himself to tear his eyes from Granger, got up and quickly walked out of the Great Hall.

Hermione ate dinner talking with Harry. As quite often in recent months, the topic of conversation was Malfoy's strange behavior. Suddenly, when Hermione thought of Malfoy, rather than focus on what was annoying about him and how she hated him, she began to analyze his appearance. “Without that stupid grimace, his lips are really nice. He has beautiful eyes. His silhouette is perfect for my type; he is tall and muscular. Not surprisingly, all Slytherin girls are fond of him. I wonder how he looks without his clothes,” she thought.

Suddenly, she was frightened by her own thoughts. She knew it was completely irrational, but Hermione was scared that someone might realize that she was undressing Malfoy in her own head. What would they think about her? Distressed, she bit her lower lip, as she did whenever something bothered her. Feeling increasingly strong remorse because of her own thoughts, she felt some kind of force compel her to look at the Slytherin table where her, Harry's, and Ron's nemesis always sat. Slowly, she turned her head in that direction and in that moment, her gaze crossed with the blonde's eyes. It took a split second before he twisted his mouth, as usual, into a smirk, turned in another direction, got up from the table and walked out of the Great Hall.

Although busy talking with Nott, Blaise observed Malfoy and Granger. He was not sure if the potion had already begun to work, but then, from the corner of his eye, he saw their crossing stares. When Draco got up and quickly left the Great Hall, abandoning his unfinished dinner as if afraid of something, running from something, Blaise was certain that his plan had succeeded. He was almost sorry for Malfoy because even though Draco was blackmailing him, and Zabini wanted to repay the favor, Blaise liked him. Contrary to popular belief, Slytherins were capable of feelings such as simple liking or even friendship. Although they were capable of feats that were considered by most people unclean, it was just part of their nature. They could separate interests from friendship, and when they had to choose between liking someone and their own interests, they always chose the latter because, as they have often emphasized, they were not pathetic Hufflepuffs.

Blaise didn't understand why Draco needed someone to do his homework because the boy was as good a student as Blaise was, maybe even better. Perhaps it was due to the fact that, recently, Malfoy did not have spare time because when he wasn’t sitting in the classroom, he disappeared somewhere for hours. Nobody knew what he was doing, but Slytherins knew better than to inquire what was going on. Crabbe and Goyle only knew where he disappeared to, but neither one ever betrayed anything, apparently due to self-interest. Draco's two closest friends were not too smart, but evidently they had enough brain cells to know who to be afraid of. Those Slytherins who came from families of death eaters were almost certain that Malfoy’s disappearances were related to the task assigned to him by the Dark Lord. The others were much too afraid of Malfoy to even ask him, Goyle, or Crabbe about anything.

Zabini felt a little remorse. He knew that by implementing his plan, he was possibly exposing Malfoy to the danger of the Dark Lord's hand. However after a while, the remorse disappeared, because Blaise told himself that no one else would find out. Only he, Malfoy and Granger would know the truth.

If he gave Amortentia to Malfoy, he would expose him to a really big risk if anyone found out. By using a different potion, the worst that could happen to Malfoy would be psychological trauma, which was the lesser of two evils. That was a small price to pay for Blaise's peace of mind. Zabini made sure that the effects of the potion would run out as soon as Granger and Malfoy did what he expected them to do, and thus he would gain the needed material for blackmailing Malfoy. Blaise very carefully chose one of many potions of this type. He decided on Effectus Cupiditas, because it affected not only the drinker, but also the person whose hair was added to the potion.

Blaise knew that Malfoy, no matter how handsome he was, didn't have a chance with the Mudblood because she hated him with equal bitterness to his hate for her. Blaise only had to wait. He knew from the beginning that neither Granger nor Malfoy would surrender easily to the effects of the potion. They would avoid each other, looking for something to distract their attention. However, the potion’s effects, almost imperceptible at first, increased with time. Eventually, at some point, the people experiencing these effects would not have a choice and there was only one solution. He figured it would not take longer than a day. Blaise only had to wait and watch them at the right time to get the evidence.

*****

Since the beginning of the school year, Draco Malfoy was under increasing pressure. He was given a mission that, if not completed, would place not only his own life, but his loved ones’ lives in great danger. The mission was more than most adults were able to take onto their shoulders, and it was commissioned to a sixteen-year old boy. By himself, Draco had to face the task of smuggling Death Eaters into Hogwarts and killing one of the two most powerful wizards of the present day.

Currently, he failed to execute any of those tasks. At first, Draco was proud of the mission entrusted to him by the Dark Lord. He felt grown up and accountable. Although terribly afraid of the Dark Lord, he dreamt of gaining a high position amongst the Death Eaters if the plan was successful. He dreamt of becoming a favorite of the Dark Lord and replacing the position his aunt and other Death Eaters currently enjoyed. He would hold the Dark Lord's trust and esteem. He dreamt that one day he would get a more significant position amongst the Death Eaters’ ranks than his father once had.

He was annoyed by his mother who was trying to help him in carrying out the task. He felt that she treated him like a child who was not independent and not capable of doing it by himself. It seemed as if she forgot that while his father was serving a sentence in Azkaban, it was he who was the head of the family. That's why he was even more determined to prove that he was worthy of the role. It was his responsibility to recover the status of his family. Therefore, when he got the idea of using the vanishing cabinet, he didn't want to include his mother into the plan. He had to show her that he was an adult and worthy to bear the Malfoy name. When he went to Diagon Alley with Narcissa to shop before the school year, he put a lot of effort into misleading her and went alone to 13B Knockturn Alley, Borgin and Burkes. Full of faith in his own power, he even intimidated the old store owner.

Yet when he came to Hogwarts and his repeated attempts did not yield any results, his faith in himself and his own abilities began to leave him. He felt more and more helpless and alone. Besides, after the Dark Lord chose Malfoy Manor as his headquarters, Draco repeatedly witnessed the atrocities of the Dark Lord and his servants. During the Christmas break, he had been involved in torturing some of the Dark Lord's enemies. He used to think that torturing others was fun, but now he noticed that it induced feelings of guilt, disgust and fear. It was very different than deducting points from first year Hufflepuffs.

Every time he was told to cast the Cruciatus on someone who had incurred the powerful warlock's displeasure, he did so with great reluctance and only because he knew that there was no way out. If he didn't obey, he would replace the tortured victim. He had to concentrate really hard to control the trembling of the hand that held his wand. The Dark Lord seemed to notice anyway. He would mock him, then torment him, claiming that it was Draco who would torture all prisoners. If not for his mission, he would have returned to Hogwarts with great relief after Christmas.

He began to fear his failure and he realized that without help from his loved ones, he couldn't handle the task entrusted to him. On the one hand, he wanted to complete his task, mainly because he feared what would happen if he didn't. In the other hand, he did not want to kill anybody, because subconsciously he felt that when he did, something inside of him would be changed forever. He was afraid to cross that line, because he felt that there was nothing good beyond that. At the same time, he hated that fear in himself which wouldn’t allow him to fulfill his task and thus gain a coveted position amongst the Death Eaters.

All these emotions were churning in his head and, like never before, he needed support and advice on how to deal with this mess. Had his father been as conflicted as he, or maybe his first murder came pretty easily? Draco was sure that his father was not as weak as he was, and he wouldn't have a problem with killing the old man. Draco really wanted to learn how to become like Lucius, but his father was locked in Azkaban for many months and could not give his advice as usual. Like in the times before the Dark Lord had entrusted him with the mission, Draco started to consult with his mother. He didn't tell her everything; he was too afraid that it would expose her to greater danger, but his mother supported him as much as she could. Her letters were full of love and faith, and they brought him consolation in his moments of doubt. Unfortunately, Narcissa Malfoy couldn't do anything more for her only beloved son. She was too far away.

Only Snape was near him. Recently, however, Draco started mistrusting him. Snape was his favorite teacher by far and he was also a fellow Death Eater, but Draco became suspicious when Snape would always try to learn the details of Draco's progress in his mission. Draco suspected that Snape did not want to help him, but instead wanted to do the job for him, thus winning the laurels and ruling the Malfoy family as a bonus. This was the optimistic version. Draco didn't want to even think about something much worse. The boy knew that the only people who could be fully trusted were his mother and father. He wanted to trust Snape, but he was afraid.

In recent months, fear constantly accompanied him. He was afraid of his future and those of his loved ones. He knew that the Dark Lord was capable of great cruelty, and only recently realized that his mother was right: that the mission that Voldemort had ordered Draco to do was a kind of punishment for the Malfoys due to Lucius' failure. This penalty, however, was only a prelude to what would happen if the younger Malfoy also failed. The pain given by the Cruciatus was not the worst that could happen to Lucius, Narcissa and Draco.

All the tension and stress made him instigate quarrels with people more often, even those whom he still regarded as friends. The stupidity of Goyle and Crabbe started to irritate him more and more, just as much as the constant courtship from Parkinson. Draco had always been popular with girls, especially those from Slytherin, but recently the attention shown to him started to bother him. He didn't have time for enamored Slytherin girls tracking his every move. He used to use them so that he could get laid by every teenage girl whom he desired, but now he did it rarely and only when he had to vent his frustration after yet another failure. He spent most of his free time in the Room of Requirement, trying to fix a broken magical cabinet. Today he decided that he had to read more about the rules of how these particular magical devices functioned, because none of the spells he had used so far had brought him to the desired result.

Shortly after leaving the Great Hall, Draco headed straight to the dungeons. In his dormitory, he had a few books on how magical items worked. Today he was going to focus on a book about the magical ways of moving from place to place. He assumed that it would take him all night, so he would not have time to write his Charms essay. Draco was glad that he could blackmail Zabini, because he was one of the best students in Slytherin. Without this, Malfoy would not have been able to cope with the stress of his mission and the expectations of professors at the same time.

When he got to the dormitory, he threw himself on the bed and groaned loudly. There was no one in the room, and he had a moment for himself. Unfortunately, it could not be used in his own way, the way he dreamed of, because time worked against him. After a moment, he got up from the bed, and with a complicated spell, opened the closet with his private things. He pulled out a stack of books and grabbed a thick volume that laid at the very top of the stack. He opened the tome and began to read.

The old volume described spells that were used to create items that moved from place to place. Amongst these were chapters about broomsticks, fireplaces and portkeys. There was no chapter about vanishing cabinets. So far, Draco focused on the chapter about fireplaces. He was looking for similarities between them and a vanishing cabinet. Unfortunately, he could not bind together these two magical items. It was similar with other magical inventions mentioned in the book. No point of reference could be found. “If only I could remove the wards against apparition at Hogwarts,” he thought.

At this point, instead of thinking about tens of Death Eaters apparating into the Great Hall, Draco began to think about the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory. Suddenly, in the place of the silver and green of his own dormitory, there was gold and red. Girls' trinkets replaced the brooms and quidditch robes scattered everywhere around the beds. Then, from the adjacent bathroom came the sound of pouring water. After a while, the sound stopped, and the door to the bathroom opened. Draco looked in that direction and saw the girl.

She was wrapped in only a towel, and was drying her freshly washed brown curls with a second one. Her skin was still warmed up after the bath, and drops of water from her hair were running down her shoulders. She had long, well-shaped, slim legs and beautiful cleavage. She looked in Draco’s direction, then smiled and winked at him. Concerned, but also fascinated, he could not take his eyes off of her. He started to wonder what it would be like to see the towel suddenly untying and falling to the floor.

The girl looked at him flirtatiously and then threw her hair towel into the corner of the room. Then slowly, she walked over to the bed where he was sitting. She sat and, while still smiling at him, she picked up a brush and with slow, even movements, started combing her wet curls. When she finished, she threw her hair back and lay across the bed. She laughed and lifted her legs, causing the towel to rise up, uncovering even more and practically showing all of her thighs.

Draco could not resist and reached towards her with his hand. He didn't know if he only wanted to touch her or completely rip the towel from her body. When his fingers were almost caressing the girl’s thighs, the figure began to dissipate, and after a short while, completely disappeared. He let out a roar of surprise and his book tumbled to the floor. He opened his eyes and found himself again in the Slytherin dormitory. His eyes wandered in the direction of a sizable bulge in the robes he was wearing. It was clear evidence of how much he liked what he just saw.

At that moment, he started to panic. He was afraid of what was happening to him. He had never thought of Granger in that way. He could not think of her like that; she was a filthy mudblood! He began to feel disgusted with himself, because no self-respecting pure-blood wizard disgraced himself through physical contact with someone as dirty and disgusting as Miss Know-It-All. No such thing would even cross that pure-blood wizard's mind! Only blood traitors like Weasley could be interested in such creatures. Descendants of the great family of the Malfoys were not that low. Where did these dreams and desires which he was ashamed of come from? Apart from the origin, Granger was not even his type! Draco definitely preferred tall, blue-eyed and blonde women, not a dwarfish, bushy-haired and bucktoothed Miss Know-It-All.

However, despite the disgust and shame, Draco could not stop thinking about how much he would like to find himself in Granger's bed, how much he wanted to touch her, or even kiss her and drown in her completely.

Unable to come to himself, he was trying over and over again to focus on the book. He told himself that she was a dirty Mudblood, in whom he should not be interested in such a manner. Unfortunately, scenes like the one with Granger wrapped in a towel continued to appear before his eyes. She still appeared out of nowhere. It was distracting him from the important task at hand. Every time Granger seduced him scantily dressed, yet she would disappear when he tried to touch her. Draco came to the conclusion that it was happening to him because he had not been with any girl recently and his body was demanding it. “But why Granger?” he wondered desperately.

Driven to his limits of endurance, he decided to relieve himself. While creating spicy scenes with Hermione Granger in his mind, he led himself to fulfillment. But it didn't pass. He even had the impression that it was getting worse. Granger still tempted him, and when he tried to touch her she disappeared. The sense of failure and longing only grew. He decided that research for information about the cabinet would have to wait until he solved this more pressing problem. “Only a pure-blooded girl may be able to supplant it out of my mind,” he thought, and went down to the common room to find a suitable candidate.

*****

Only shooting flames from the fireplace lit up the large, gloomy, but well-equipped living room of the old mansion. A beautiful blonde-haired woman stood by the window and with thoughtful, anxious eyes, she stared off into the darkness. In her hands she was clutching a wad of parchment, a letter from her son. Suddenly, the woman was pulled out of her reverie by the sound of the door opening. Narcissa turned and her eyes rested on her sister, Bellatrix, standing in the doorway.

"Did you get a letter from Draco?" the dark-haired woman asked. Narcissa just nodded her head and turned back toward the window, looking into the night. "Did he finally make some progress? The Dark Lord will be happy with him."

"He is only sixteen," Narcissa replied without turning her head from the window.

"Cissy, it's such a great honor for somebody who is only sixteen. Don't you see it? You should be happy.”

"It's you who doesn’t understand, Bella!" Narcissa turned to her sister rapidly.

"The Dark Lord is merciful and gracious. If my nephew succeeds he will be generously rewarded."

"I'm worried about him. He is very affected by all of this. I'm afraid that he cannot handle it.”

"The Dark Lord takes care of his Death Eaters. If Draco was unable to perform this task, it would not be entrusted to him," Bellatrix insisted.

"Bella, he doesn't care for anybody and no one is important to him. It's because of him that I lost Lucius, and now I might lose my only child, too," Narcissa answered with a whisper that hinted towards her fear.

"How dare you!" Her sister frowned. "If Draco succeeds, he will get a major position at the Dark Lord’s side, just like me." Hearing these words, Narcissa laughed bitterly.

"Do you really think that you are so important to the Dark Lord? He doesn't care about you as much as he doesn't care about Lucius and Draco."

"You're wrong. He forgave me for my failure in the Department of Mysteries, and now, once again, he shares everything with me and he calls me his most faithful servant. He trusts me! If it was not true, he wouldn't entrust me with his treasure. He would take it away from me."

"What treasure?" Narcissa became interested.

"Do you really think that I would betray the Dark Lord by revealing his secret to you? This item is too important to him." At this point, Narcissa's thoughts began to surge in her head. She started to wonder if the information that slipped from Bellatrix might somehow help her son. Nothing came to her mind, especially since she didn't know what the object was, or where it was located. The only really safe place seemed to be the Lestrange's vault in Gringotts. Too many people would have access anywhere else.

"I bet you are hiding that something in your vault at Gringotts. Even with not knowing what it is or why it is so important," Narcissa replied in a mocking tone, hoping that it would provoke her sister into revealing the whole truth.

"I will not tell you anything. You already nearly betrayed the Dark Lord by talking about Draco's mission with Snape."

"Thus, it's in Gringotts," Narcissa replied calmly. Bellatrix's face reddened when she realized that she unconsciously provided her sister with too much information. Concluding that ending the conversation was for the best, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room.
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