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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60541 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations of Harry Potter in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit from this submission. I only own the plot of this Novelette, my PC, and a cat. (Weeps).

A/N : I will start with the WARNINGS, because I know not many read the A/N and I myself sometimes skip directly to the chapters. I am adamant about how serious these WARNINGS are, my dear readers.

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Please note that English is not my Mother-Language, hence errors are bound to occur, so please bear with me.

Constructive criticism is always appreciated, and welcomed.

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Thank you and ENJOY,

HM.

PS :Musculi-Exercitor : Muscles Trainer - Is Mine

Avatus curse is mine, well at least the anagram ;)

Chapter I : Waking Up

'This is for thoughts'

"This is for dialogue"

Hermione Granger felt herself hovering between a wakeful state and sleep, though her eyelids felt heavy, she tried to open them, for a split second, she saw a white haze, then she tiredly gave up and her eyelids closed again.

Her auditory sense, was a different matter, she was hearing voices, a hushed kind of conversation, tidbits, incomplete sentences, since the people that seemed to be in the same location with her talked quietly, whispering in muffled, subdued tones, as if trying not wake her.

She noticed a female pitch voice, talking in a serious tone, professional like. In her state of drowsy and groggy awareness, she also heard two men. One was a deep velvety baritone, with inflections of steely authority bordering on arrogance. The voice alone proclaimed a position of power and supremacy, wrapped around a demanding sternness!!

The voice was charismatic, the inflections reminded her of her potions’ professor, Severus Snape, the traitor !!

Both, the other male and female, sounded meek, accommodating, and subdued, as if accepting orders from Velvet Voice. Hmmm Interesting !! An image came to her mind, out of nowhere. She thought of silk over hard and solid marble of a Greek God sculpture…strange!

Hermione sensed her whole body was starting to wake up fully after hearing this voice, beginning with her fog-addled brain. It attracted her, forced her to pay attention to what the man was saying. Still, she felt like she was asleep for age. However, now her synapses were snapping on, and reaching to rewire her neurons together again.

“Merlin! Am I having a hangover or something? Have I got myself drunk ??” She thought dazedly.

Her thoughts were still amiss. With her eyes still closed, she concentrated on the three people’s conversation, trying to understand the sentences. Her brain felt like mush.

The other male’s voice seemed more humble, yet it had a soothing quality to it. He sounded like Draco, though there was a tone of control and command, as if the man was used to issue orders, but still his inflections indicated a deep respect and reverence to Velvet Voice.

Her lips quivered slightly on the edges, as if mimicking a smile. She thought it funny to dub the man’s voice with such poetic imagery. Her whole body cringed suddenly, imperceptibly, at the mention of a hated name or rather a title! The other three persons in the room continued with their verbal activity, unaware that she is listening, or trying to make heads and tails of what they were saying.

”Yes My Lord …. The muscles spell…Her physical condition … than before…wake up...” The woman answered, the sentence unintelligible

Seems she heard wrong. No! “My Lord”. Maybe something else sounded like it? Sighing inaudibly, she continued to listen.

“When is she due to wake up? …No time ….Ready …” Velvet Voice again! He sounded impatient and irritated.

“If I may My Lord…” This one sounds so much like Draco Malfoy. The rest was drowned in the haywire of her mind, which still captured the same word.

My Lord ?!! MY LORD ?!! Panicking, she was panicking. Her body started shivering. Her breathing became erratic, almost choking. She needed to breathe, but her diaphragm seemed unable to contract and make her lungs extend to inhale! Oxygen! Please, she was suffocating...A panic attack! She was panicking. Beeps sounded as if signaling her unrest, and all of a sudden soft hands were soothingly rubbing her right hand, while someone was talking to her, ordering her to breathe. She would if she could, damn it !! She wasn’t listening to the soothing voice that came with the soothing hands. Again her thoughts were focused on one thing only.

'The Dark Lord is still alive! Where was she? Is he here? Oh! Merlin! She is going to die …breathe …I need air …' Her views turned chaotic, and again her breathing sped up, along with her pulse. Her heart drummed a tattoo. She felt dizzy, hearing the beating of her heart in her ears. A gnawing ache gripped her temples like a vise. Terrified, she was scared, unable to fight, and she could not even open her eyes, let alone move! Merlin’s beard she is so done for!

“Hermione…Princess …calm down …”

Draco ? DRACO !! She wanted to speak, to let him know she heard him, but her vocal chords just refused to cooperate. Her tongue was stuck to her palate. She felt like sobbing from relief, yet something at the back of her mind kept niggling over the fact that combining Draco and My Lord, in the same sentence, was not a good omen! Not in the least.

“Here drink some water …I know your throat and mouth must feel bone dry ”

A tip of a straw was pushed between her lips, which she gladly opened, and slowly started to drink. She sighed audibly, satisfied to have quenched her thirst.

“Drink some more Hermione” a smile was perceptible in Draco’s tone.

Her eyelids fluttered for seconds before she saw his handsome face, and their eyes locked. Her dark coffee-brown searching his gray warm ones, but another image of the same visage was suddenly superimposed on the actual one.

Like fast flashes, or a movie on fast forward, images began to fill the voids in her mind. She remembered …Pain…so much pain, agony, burning her whole body, her screams, under the Cruciatus Curse, cast by Bellatrix Lestrange.

She screamed so much her throat failed her at the end. The feel of the cursed dagger cutting her forearm, where that fanatical bitch wrote MUDBLOOD. And while laughing crazily, she taunted her with the fact that the scars were indelible ! Next she saw Draco’s horrified and worried face hovering over hers talking, yet she heard nothing. He lifted her in his arms. Then she heard Lord Voldemort's sibilant hisses telling him to take her somewhere. Her consciousness wavering, keeling into blackness. Absolute nothingness. Relief.

Yes she remembers now, they were captured and brought to Malfoy manor, while she was questioned by that crazy Death Eater Bellatrix. Harry and Ron were in the dungeons, then she knew Nothing. Total blackout. Until now.

If Draco is here with her, taking care of her, then it means they were saved, doesn't it? When? How much time was she out? Her brain was about to go haywire. She focused on her breathing a bit, no need to panic again. Draco is with her, that only meant they are safe.

Her memory launched into function. Draco went to the Order of the Phoenix with Blaize Zabini and decided to join them against that hideous inhuman Lord Voldemort. A spy, or two to replace Severus Snape, after he tried to kill Albus Dumbledore. Most members were reluctant to grant them their trust, but she thought otherwise.

Oh how she fought with Ron about them. She trusted them, Draco in specific. She felt everyone must get a second chance and redeem themselves. Harry was always tactful with them, but vigilant and guarded. She is proven right, isn’t she? He saved her, them! She is safe, she must be at 12 Grimmauld Place. Sighing softly, she opened her eyes again to look at Draco sitting on the right side of her bed. “Thank you!” She croaked.

His face looked older, more mature. He lost that pointy jaw, it was now more sharp, and the plump baby fat around his cheeks were replaced with high cheekbones. His aristocratic nose still haughty though. She smiled inwardly. Once a Malfoy always a Malfoy. He looked like a man now not a boy. His eyes though were dissimilar, different, wiser! As if he experienced much, and dealt with lots of worries.

Haven’t they all? Merlin, they were much too young to be thrown into battles, war and fear.

She could see some dark shades under his lower lids, a sign of insufficient sleep. Yet he still looked as handsome and well groomed as before. His platinum blond hair, cut in his usual style.

Looking around the room, seeking the other man, to identify him, there was no trace of him, or any indication he was in the room in the first place! Strange, she did not even hear his apparition crack!! She focused then on the tall woman. Seemingly in her late 30s, blonde with Scandinavian features, dressed as weirdly as Draco, but in different colors. Brushing this thought aside, no time for trivial matters, she needed to know what happened to Ron and Harry.

“Welcome back princess” Draco intoned smiling soothingly at her.

“Draco …where are they ??”

“Easy there…Hermione. We’ll have time for questions and answers later. Let healer Gustavessen check if everything is all right with you first, and after we’ll talk.“ he smiled warmly at her, yet his tone brook no argument.

She turned her head when she heard the healer saying “ Hello Miss Granger, I am healer Anita Gustavessen. I was assigned by the …ermmm...I was assigned to take care of you. Check your biological and physical well being, and keep a 24/7 monitoring on your condition.”

The healer’s hesitance and stuttering in some parts, while explaining, did not go unnoticed by Hermione, but she did not think much of it. She let the woman do her job. She could tell she was feeling much better now, this haziness, and fog like state were receding quickly. Her mind was starting to process what her senses were providing into comprehendible data. And she remembered everything that happened before she blacked out. So it should be just routine, and in no time she’d be out of here, here as in St Mango’s maybe?

Roaming her eyes around the place she woke up in, she felt herself transported out of the wizarding world and into some odd and out of the norms environment. She smiled thinking of those sci-fi series she used to watch when she was a kid, or when she visited her parents in the muggle world on Christmas break. She was so sad about obliviating them and sneaking them out of England to Australia. She doesn’t even know where, since she obliviated herself of their specific location, in case she was captured.

She sighed, some sacrifices are inevitable. It is better to know they are alive and safe, and miss them, rather than being captured by Voldemort and be killed, or used as bargaining chips against the Light side. Yes, everything is for the better, no matter how much it hurts.

Forcing her mind back into the present, she studied her more than clinical environment. The whole room was well lit with indirect lighting. No candles anywhere to be seen, yet a combination of white yellowish rays, were cast from the corners of the room, and at symmetrical intervals along the 3 walls. Still, the source of the light was invisible.

The sconces or whatever source of light were hidden behind a protruding slim edge. A crown molding of sorts wrapped around the upper part of the walls, a foot away from the ceiling. The forth wall had drawn curtains, supposedly there was a window there. Baffled her mind was noticing the futuristic feel and design of the whole room!

A spacious room at that, with a high white ceiling, soft beige walls, the indirect lighting, providing cozy feel to it. Two light wood doors, she thought one should lead to a bathroom, the other out of the room. The bed she was lying in was made of some material she could not identify. An alloy of sorts, aluminum most probably, with a metallic brushed silver tone, of Scandinavian design with crisp and defined lines. Some inlayed pieces of the same light wood, like the doors, portraying Hogwarts founders' four animals, a badger, a raven, a lion and a snake, adorned its headboard.

The wall on her left had a closet, made of the same light wood as the doors, with brushed aluminum doorknobs. Each of the four doors of the closet had the same representative animal of the four Founders. The temperature in the room was simply perfect, neither too hot nor too cold, just the way she liked it, and there was no grate or hearth, to be seen. Her bedside tables were a mixture of glass top on brushed silver square with light wood drawers, same as the closet, the headboard of the bed, and the doors.

The sheets were a dream for the sensory cells of her skin, a fresh tactile heaven, made of soft teal blue cotton, with moving and reshaping geometrical designs, colored in beige, darker blue, and light sage green. The comforter cocooning her was made of the same fabric as the sheets, light of weight but soothingly warm. The pillows which were fluffed by Draco behind her back let out an aroma of lavender and some other exotic floral bouquet. Two chairs near the right side of her bed, forged from the same metal, were cushioned with what looked like a very comfortable seat and back thick fluffy pillows, fashioned of the same textile as the sheets, where Draco sat watching her take all of these details in.

Healer Gustavessen was busy swishing and flicking her wand over her body, each time in different sequence, but nothing happened, or so Hermione thought, until the healer moved from her position near her head, to the middle of her body, giving her a chance to look at a hologram, or is it a screen, on the wall?? She couldn’t tell since she had to turn her head back, and strain her neck, to get a clear view of this device hovering to her left, and close to wall behind her bed.

It reminded her of the Muggle computers’ monitors, but this one was much bigger, very thin, and square shaped. Yes well, that’s a wizard's computer screen? She smirked inwardly. It was almost inaudibly humming, and data were displayed at a dizzying speed on the large mirror like surface, she noticed.

Hermione almost felt sick looking back and pushing her neck at an odd angle. She turned her head forward to see Draco in that instant moving near the healer, to look at all the data on the strange device, concentrating as if studying them thoroughly, and nodding his head with a big smile on his face, as if pleased by the results. The healer then stopped and smiled at Hermione.

“All seems to be as it should Miss Granger. All the healing spells we used worked precisely as they were supposed to. This is very good news. You are totally healed, everything is %100 normal. I Have to present my report now, about your health state, recovery and general physical condition to …”

”Yes healer Gustavessen, I will talk to Hermione and fill her in on what she needs to know. Thank you and good day!” Draco interrupted with an air of finality and authority imbuing his intonation, as if he was displeased with the healer, saying more than necessary. The last part of his phrase was accented a tad forcefully.

Hermione looked a bit awkwardly at Anita Gustavessen, the latter behaving like she committed a mistake or said something she was not supposed to say. It felt weird, like there were more to this picture than they were letting on.

“Yes of course ...Excuse me now, I need to tend to other patients. Have a good day Miss Granger. Sir…Mr. Malfoy”.

Hermione looked at Draco who was walking the still apologizing woman to the door leading outside, smiling not so genuinely at her, with a nod of his head, then after she left, with a flick of his hand, he closed the door, which slid swishing from right to left. He turned to Hermione, his smile genuinely warm, yet his eyes belied the air of ease he tried to cast. Many worries were mirrored there, his smile disappearing with each step he took, until he sat back in the comfy weird chair, his smile almost wiped off his face.

True to herself, Hermione breathed deeply and began her inquiry, shooting one question after another

“Why I am NAKED in bed? What with this weird “room” and your weird outfit? And who was here with you and the healer? Where are Ron and Harry? How did I get here? Where is here anyway? This is definitely not 12 Grimmauld Place, where am I? Doesn't look like St Mungo’s either, so?” She continued shooting her questions, so Draco rested his head in his hands, cupping his cheeks, while his elbows rested on his knees. He was looking at her with his famous Malfoy smirk. “Take a breath princess…”

“Oh shut up Draco and spill…” she huffed. His laugh was like a balm to her current confusion. At least this sound she knew. This laugh reminded her of the nights they spent at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, while researching and helping in the fight, along with Blaize. They had great times together in the Black library. That room was like their own haven. She remembered how Ron always ruined the lighthearted atmosphere with his childish temper-tantrums, jealousy, and more often than not, his rude comments. Still she missed him and Harry though. She wanted to get out of bed, and go to see them. Now she was totally wide awake, and ready for action.

Draco’s Loud sigh brought her back to the present. She looked at him as he made himself more comfortable in the armchair. He positioned his left elbows on the armrest, and placed his right hand over his right knee, while his right leg was folded over his left. He looked deeply into her eyes and then asked “ What do you last remember before you lost consciousness?”

“I remember being captured with Harry and Ron at your manor, and I was being tortured by your crazy aunt…and then that snake-face came and ordered someone, you most probably, to move me somewhere, last I saw was your face and then ...nothing.”

Moving a bit to reposition himself in order to better look at her, He hummed and nodded, telling her he was listening. Looking her in the eyes, she knew what was coming was not good, she knew this look! When his gray eyes go all stormy and cold, it meant trouble! What is going on around here?!

“How are you feeling now Hermione?”

“For Merlin’s sake Malfoy stop stalling…and answer my questions!” He smirked again. When she reverts to calling him by his family name rather than his 1^st name, it means the Gryffindor princess’ patience is wearing thin. “Which one? You have been shooting questions at a rate of 10 per second”

“MALFOY!!” Though her throat was still slightly dry, she made her impatience known, and heard his chuckle. He stood up and started pacing at the foot of her bed, directly facing her. She looked at him thoroughly this time, from head to toe. Yes, he’s definitely a man, not a boy anymore. How come he looks so different? As if he grew two or three years older in such a short time ? She couldn’t have been unconscious for more than day! Yet … Looking at him now, he was definitely physically changed. It sounded impossible that such physical noticeable changes could occur in such a short time, but look at him! He appeared like Draco at 22 !!

His feet were clad in black knee-high Dragonhide boots, while a black slim-fit corduroys hugged his trimmed waist, along with a fitted Slytherin green sweater, hugging him as if painted on his skin. 'Muscles! Beautiful… urghhhh ...Concentrate idiot!' Hermione chided herself.

A floor length, bottle green velvet cape, most likely of Celtic design, had silver trimming all around it, with what looked like an attached hood at the top, completed his outfit. Tthe weirdest thing was this big large cobra snake in the attack position. The snake's head was erect, placed precisely between his shoulder blades, while the rest of its body meandered down and then coiled on top of the buttocks area. The whole reptile was embroidered in silver. It was moving, twisting and undulating slowly.

'Is it his latest whim, wearing such an outfit ? Show off ! Damn! Concentrate Hermione!' It looks more like a uniform, the healer was wearing a blue and bronze one with an bird on the back! Could it be that each wears his house colors or something? But for what purpose? why? This is so confusing and the brat is not talking.

Hermione opened her mouth to chide him, and snapped her it shut again. Merlin’s balls! he was always tall but not this tall! He’s like 6ft now, and look at his wide chest, pectorals and abdomen! His legs look so solid and thick with muscles as well, as if he is displaying and showing off his well built body. He was lanky, and not this well defined! How in Isis’ name could such transformation occur in hours during her blackout?!

'All right calm down Hermione, Time to make the spoiled brat talk.' With mirth in her eyes and a snorting sound, she said, “Malfoy, I know you are a whimsical, show off, and a spoiled brat to boot, but this …” and she waved her hand up and down at him, as if demonstrating, ”.... this is taking it a tad overboard, don’t you think?”

Rather than joining her in the light banter, his eyes got serious, and he simply replied, in a flat compromising tone “It’s the work uniform princess”. He waited for her reaction which did not take long. Arching her right eyebrow she asked again, surprised, “Work uniform?! Where are you working at? A Space Station for Slytherins?” She tried to joke, still her mind was buzzing. 'Work uniform? Is he kidding her? Yesterday she was almost dying under his crazy aunt's wand, and he rescued her from the manor, to wake up hours later. About what work is he talking?

Her confusion showed on her face, because he simply answered, “Not that far out, and closer than you think to the truth” The cryptic answer annoyed her to no end.

“Draco, really now, cut the crap and answer me, in English please” she retaliated.

He stopped pacing and stood at the foot of her bed, and looked at her. Swallowing audibly before stating “Hermione, I want you to listen to me, and do not try to interrupt me before I finish please, are we clear ?” All she did is nod for him, and waited so that he would continue. Making herself comfortable on the pillows half sitting, and covering her nude body under the comforter.

She motioned for him to continue, kept silent, proving she really won’t interrupt his narration. He passed both hands through his hair, took a deep breath, and pierced her with his eyes.

“All right then princess... You were in a coma …NO! Do not interrupt me!“ He hesticulated the universal stop signal, when he realized she was opening her mouth to butt in again.

“Yes Hermione, you were in a what is called a Medically Induced Coma. After Bellatrix tortured you, we discovered that you had some brain damage, or rather a swelling the size of a bean. This type of coma is used to protect the brain from swelling by reducing the metabolic rate of brain tissue, as well as the cerebral blood flow. Throughout your Medically Induced Coma, your critical life functions were constantly monitored by many healing spells, and healers, including Gustavessen. She is, by the way, the head of the healers Team assigned to your case. Many spells were taking care of your muscles daily work out, so that they won’t become atrophied, like the Musculi-Exercitor, literally Muscles trainer. Nutrition and fluids were also absorbed via special and newly created feeding spells and magical tubes. Your body rejects e.g. excrements and urine were also tended to by the appropriate spells. Your daily bathing, ablutions and other grooming requirements, like fingernails, toenails, hair trimming, and full body hair removal, the latter done once because it was permanent, were carried out by specially trained house-elves, that work in “The Center”. And before you start with your S.P.E.W rant, yes, they are paid. Yes, they get vacations and one day off a week. Back to the important issue at hand, you were isolated in a Critical Care Unit locale until a couple of months ago. When the healers were absolutely certain everything went back to normal, you were moved here into this room. They gradually started waking you from the coma, and when you reached the normal sleep level, we waited for you to wake up all by yourself. Merlin!! You almost died Hermione! I almost lost hope when we were at the manor, but when I finally got you here …”

He stopped for a second, bent his head not wanting her to see his teary eyes, while she was looking at him with saucer like eyes. He cleared his throat, as if to swallow a lump stuck in there and continued, “The Cruciatus that Bellatrix used on you, was a new untested version developed by the Dark Lord. It is so potent and effective that it cannot be used more than 10 seconds on a victim. Or else, after 12 seconds the brain shuts down, at 15 death occurs. That Bitch used it on you for 9 seconds.”

He inhaled deeply, swallowed and passed both palms over his face, as if by doing so, he wanted to wipe away that memory from his head, and all the disturbing images relating to it. Putting his hands behind his back, he looked at her shocked face. Yes, she was in shock, for when Hermione Granger does not comment on something as important as this piece of information, especially pertaining to new spells or curses, this means she is either so engrossed in her reading, or so distressed she couldn’t articulate a single syllable. And who could blame her, after what she went through?

“It is a new unforgivable curse, Dark Lord patented you see, it is a combination of the Avada Kedavra curse embedded into the Cruciatus. It is called the Avatus Curse.”

Again no reaction, still looking at him with big saucer eyes. He was starting to get worried that she would blackout, but she blinked then and whispered so low “ Please continue..” He almost missed her response.

“You were in a life threatening condition after Bellatrix torture. Your brain started to swell, due to the strain on the nervous system of the whole body. Your pulse rate, and blood pressure zoomed into high and perilous levels, due to adrenaline. Naturally the body goes into shock, and the brain start shutting off organs one after the other, barely keeping some functioning to sustain survival, in order to keep itself safe, and able to resume once the trauma is over. There was a swelling that has not responded to other treatments, spells and potions, as I already said. As you know, when the brain swells it can be life-threatening, as it can constrict blood supply and destroy additional brain tissue. Seeing that we had no time to test any theory, or new treatment spells, after stabilizing your condition, the Dark Lord after consulting with the healers treating your case, gave his approval and permission to go ahead with the one available alternative, the Induced Coma. When you were put in a medically induced coma or deep state of unconsciousness, your brain was able to rest and the swelling was more likely to decrease. When this swelling was relieved, the pressure on your brain also reduced, preventing any brain damage from occurring.”

Hermione was in total shock, she couldn’t believe what he was saying! Brain damage, Avatus curse !! Induced Coma, and the Dark Lord agreed to save her life?! And she is in “The Center”? The words buzzed around her head, she felt sick. Draco took her to the Dark Lord? She was pulled out of her daze by Draco calling to her.

“Hermione, you are all right. Your brain did not sustain any kind of damage. I swear on my magic, you are as good as new princess. Nothing is wrong neither with your body nor your brain.” He was talking fast, after going to her side, and cupping her face between his curved palms. ”You can go about your normal life now” Or as normal as it could get, he thought.

She couldn’t speak, there was a big lump obstructing her throat and vocal chords, and it felt like it was getting bigger. Draco hurried to her with the glass of water, she sipped slowly afraid of choking on it. She was one step away from becoming another Longbottom, and another victim of that wretched and crazy death eater Bellatrix Lestrange, she is going to KILL HER.

Her rage flared like a sudden lightening storm. She only had her brilliant mind, her intelligence, and this less than human sadistic bitch wanted to rob her from her only asset! Oh, the bitch will pay! Draco studied her flushed face and he took the glass from her, before she would smash it into pieces with her bare hands.

“She was punished Hermione, the Dark Lord punished her, severely and cruelly. Her fate was so gruesome, I almost pity her. But then again, when I think that she almost killed you... worse, almost damaged you, irrevocably, I do not find it in me to be merciful and not agree and approve of her fate.” His face turned stone cold and really scary!

She felt a part of her die at the mention of Voldemort, if anybody should be punished, it was him. He is the one who was, and still is making people live in fear, sorrow and pain. Wasn’t he the one who created an even more damaging curse than all the Unforgivables combined?? With burning eyes she looked at Draco, very calmly and flatly asked,“why he punished her? Wasn’t she doing his bidding?”

Sighing loudly, the young wizard sat on her left side of the bed, facing her. Taking her left hand in his, before answering. He knew when Hermione was this calm, in very dire circumstances, it meant she’s livid, hopping mad and ready to Avada the heck out of the cause of her fury, which, at this moment in time, happens to be him. Well, taking the situation philosophycally, that 'don't Avada Kedavra the messenger' line was said for a reason! He inwardly smirked at himself, 'just about great!'

“No she was not doing his bidding, in fact she disobeyed his orders, you were not to be harmed in any way by anyone.”

“How do you know all of this Draco? You were staying most of the time at the Order's headquarters, until you were summoned. How you got to the manor at the right time? You were working for the Light side, as a spy like Snape, or were you ?” Staring at him, suspicion flourishing in her mind, her stomach was starting to go into knots, when she saw that stormy look in his beautiful gray eyes again.

She perceived sadness in his eyes, and worry. He shut his eyelids for a second, then inhaling deeply, he cast his gray orbs on hers, wetting his lips. He knew after today she might hate him, and never want to have anything to do with him or Blaize. But his orders were given, and he had to obey. At least he knows she is well and good. Safe…until now!

He will do his best to keep things this way. The Dark Lord was already impatient and annoyed about the delays, he snorted. Merlin!! He wants results! Yeah, well, go tell a traumatized brain that, and ask it to wake up. 'Damn it all to hell and back, Granger is going to kill him, when he’s done telling her everything the Dark Lord allowed him to reveal.' He stood up again, sternly he probed her eyes, and took the plunge.

“Hermione, so much occurred during your forced absence. The Final Battle had taken place in 1998, two weeks after your were put in Induced Coma, and the Light side had lost. “ He bowed his head waiting for her screams of denial.
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