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Traitor In The Midst by Scarlett Fire
Chapter 4 : Chapter 4: Frustration and Confusion.
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Disclaimer:I do not own anything HP. That's J. K. Rowlings. I do own the plot and any new and original characters that may appear.

Chapter 4: Frustration and Confusion.

Draco and Blaise sat in the Great Hall alone at the Slytherin table.

“What are we going to do about her, Draco?” Blaise hissed at his friend after looking around to make sure that his fellow Slytherin’s and the rest of the students still attending Hogwarts weren’t paying attention to them. “She can’t exactly go anywhere like she is.”

Draco sighed and picked at the burnt toast in front of him. The House Elves had vanished when the Death Eater’s took over, hence the burnt and crappy food.

“Blaise,” He said calmly not looking at his friend. “She won’t be too much trouble and we can’t send her back to Potter the way she is.”

Blaise sighed and rested his head on his arms.

“I know that,” He muttered and closed his eyes. “It’s just that people are starting to wonder why I’m suddenly hanging out with a Gryffindor and you.” Blaise hesitated, listening as someone entered the Great Hall, apparently late for breakfast. “Anyway, I wasn’t talking about just that. I think Granger should leave as soon as—”

“Hold on a sec, Zabini,” said an annoyed voice, a voice that belong to Ginny Weasley. “Did you just say Granger?” This was added in a lower tone.

Draco turned towards her and Blaise shot upright again.

“Oh, hi Ginny,” Blaise muttered and stood up, making to run for it.

Ginny grabbed Blaise by the back of his shirt and forced him to sit down.

“Ginny?” Draco asked Blaise just as the girl in question planted her hands on her hips and glared at the two of them.

“Now,” She said and there was anger evident in her voice. “Tell me just what the hell is going on here?”

*                              *

Severus Snape walked down a corridor in the dungeons, scowling at every student that rushed by. He was in a foul mood today and headed for Great Hall and then her office.

He had wanted to see her earlier but Bellatrix had showed up in his potions class and informed him that a certain someone hadn’t left the castle and that a certain Malfoy had helped her back to his room. It was the crazed laugh that gave it away but his students hadn’t noticed; they’d just tried to suppress a few sniggers at the thought of Draco Malfoy keeping a girl in his room.

Snape grinned but it was more like a grimace to students who dared to look at him. He found that thought funny too which was why he was now headed to Minerva’s office.

He just wanted to see her. Snape was missing his mistress... How was that even possible?

He sighed and ignored the strange looks he received from a passing student as he reached the Great Hall.

Minerva wasn’t there. Then where was she?

Snape frowned for a moment and then groaned in annoyance. She’d be in her office if she wasn’t here.

Muttering muggle curses under his breath, Snape turned and made for the stairs. Her office was near the Gryffindor tower, wasn’t it?

It didn’t matter much. Snape would find her. And when he did... Well, let’s just say he’d have some fun, talk about everything he couldn’t talk about near Bellatrix and finally talk about how much he hated Voldemort and the Death Eaters, even though he was one.

*                              *

Harry paced the tent, thinking. Where was Hermione? She’d never been out this late before and they had to move the camp soon too. What was she doing? It had him imagining all sorts of nasty scenarios.

Harry sighed and dropped into one of the chairs littered throughout the tent. He couldn’t stay still but he couldn’t move either. He had to wait for Hermione so that they could move the camp.

He stood up and started pacing again. He couldn’t stay still much longer.

Harry looked around slowly. The tent had holes in it and everything was getting wet and mouldy.

No, he couldn’t sit here waiting for her to come back. He had to look for her.

*                              *

Hermione shot upright in the bed and quickly glanced around the room. That wasn’t right. Those walls were solid, not canvas. This wasn’t the tent. This was Hogwarts; this was the prefects’ room.

This wasn’t the tent, this wasn’t her and Harry waking up to move camp again. This was Hermione waking up disorientated and alone, in a boy’s room in the castle.

Hermione put her hands over her ears and leaned forwards. Oh great. Now she had a killer headache too.

The door clicked opened and someone walked into the room, completely ignoring Hermione as they opened the curtains and placed something on the bedside table.

“Oh,” Draco said and sat down next to her. “You’re awake.” He paused for a moment and leaned over to pry her fingers away from her head. “Hey,” He said softly and put a finger under her chin to lift her head up. “There are a few people here to see you. Should I let them in?”

Draco watched her as Hermione leaned back against the headboard.

“My shoulder is killing me,” She muttered instead of answering his question. She closed her eyes. “And now I have a killer headache.”

Draco sighed and shifted uncomfortably. He wished she’d act like the Hermione he knew and loved—Wait? Loved? Where did that come from? He didn’t love her, did he?

“Of course not,” Draco muttered and dropped his hand away. His eyes flickered away from her face. She had been out of it for a few days, tossing and turning while he stared out the window all night.

Hermione sighed and rubbed her sore shoulder. It wasn’t healed yet; it was still bruised and scabbing over. Draco’s eyes flickered back to her face. She looked like she was in a lot of pain.

Hermione’s head shot up. “What?” She gasped. “What did you say?”

Draco eyed her for a moment, frowning. She looked like hell. What had his Aunt done to her this time? Draco sighed and moved back. He’d found her attractive ever since he first saw her on the train when they were headed to Hogwarts for their first year.

“Draco?” Hermione croaked leaning back against the headboard.

Draco’s head shot up and he frowned at her. “What?” He asked.

“Are you feeling okay?” She asked, frowning at him.

Draco waved her off and said, “Ginny is outside.” He sighed and rubbed his temple, grimacing when Hermione rubbed her shoulder again and groaned something about being in pain. “She knows your here, Hermione. Do you want me to let her in?”

Hermione shook her head and moved to lie down again.

“I’m not hungry,” she said and rolled over, turning her back on Draco.

Draco sighed and stood up. It was pointless. Hermione was too distracted by her pain to be of any use at the moment.

He picked up the plate he’d placed on the bedside table and left the room, closing the door behind him.

“Well?” Ginny asked from across the room, her back to the fire burning brightly behind her.

“She’s out of it,” he said and put the tray down on the coffee table. “She’s still healing and she’s in pain.” Draco sighed. “She didn’t even hear me properly when I talked to her.”

Ginny sighed and stood up. “I guess I’ll go then,” she said and walked over to the door. “You’ll tell me when she wakes up properly?”

Draco nodded and Ginny shot him a rare smile before vanishing out the door.

“Well,” Blaise said and stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “I guess that means Granger is staying longer?”

Draco shot him an irritated look and Blaise laughed.

“Yeah, alright,” Blaise muttered and crossed the room to open the door that led into the hall. “I’m going. You watch your back though,” he warned. “There’s a few of our fellow students that want your head on a spike.”

Draco smirked and said, “Of course they do, Blaise. I’m the one who ruined everything for them.”

Blaise shook his head lightly and shot Draco a smile before he too left the Head Prefect’s common room.

Draco picked up the glass of water on the tray and stared down at it. The water clouded just as his left arm flared up in pain. He grimaced and dropped the cup.

Glass scattered in all directions on the wooden floor as dark water pooled on the floor around his feet.

Draco fell into a nearby chair and clenched his teeth together. Why did the crazed lunatic have to do that now, of all times?

A few moments later, it passed and Draco sighed, relaxing.

“Stupid git,” he muttered and let his head fall back, eyes closed. “I am definitely getting this removed,” he whispered and jumped when his bedroom door opened.

“Draco?” Hermione asked looking alert, if somewhat tired as she stepped into the common room.

“Hmm?” he asked and went back to leaning back in his chair, one hand unconsciously gripping his left forearm.

“How long was I out of it for?” she asked in a small voice.

Draco sighed and sat up, removing his hand from his forearm.

“Two days,” he said and motioned towards the food on the coffee table in front of him. “If you’re hungry....”

She nodded and quickly joined him at the coffee table, sitting across from him and picking up a slice of toast and tearing off a piece.

“Did Bellatrix tamper with my memories?” Hermione asked as she tore off another piece of toast. “I don’t remember much from the other night...”

Draco shrugged and took out his wand, waving it once to put the glass back together. The water vanished. “Probably. She likes to screw with people sometimes, thinks it’s funny if they can’t remember much.”

Hermione sighed and put down the toast. She fingered the left shoulder of her shirt.

“My headache is gone but the bite still burns.”

“Let’s see it then,” he said and leaned forward as she pulled the shirt down over her shoulder. The bite was scabbed over but smaller than he remembered it. “Looks okay,” he muttered with a shrug.

Hermione shrugged the shirt back on and picked at the toast in front of her. “It may look okay but it still freaking hurts,” she muttered. Draco snorted and stole some toast off the plate.

They sat in awkward silence for several minutes until Draco abruptly stood up and walked over to the door.

“Don’t leave these rooms,” he said and pulled the door open. “You’re not supposed to be at Hogwarts, remember?”

Hermione nodded and watched as Draco slipped out the door and closed it gently behind him.

He let out a relieved sigh and rested his forehead against the door. Hermione would be fine here... At least, he hoped she would. Bellatrix wasn’t exactly sane.... He didn’t trust her but he didn’t trust himself either. Why am I even bothering to help her? He asked himself.

Draco pushed off away from the door, shaking his head. No, he thought. I’m helping here because I don’t want this, I don’t want to be a Death Eater. I don’t want to be bound to a madman. I want to be free, I want to make my own choices, not have them made for me, not to be puppet for the Dark Lord.

No. He wouldn’t be used, not after this. No, He would fight back.... Perhaps he could give Hermione inside information?

Draco turned and walked off down the corridor, heading for the Great Hall. He didn’t want to stay near Hermione. Her pain was wearing him down, making him frustrated and angry. Unruly. Annoyed.

He reached the Entrance Hall and walked straight past the Great hall, heading outside into the cold castle grounds.

The cold air hit Draco’s face and cut him down to the bone. He shivered and ignored the two Death Eaters stationed on either side of the door.

“I’m going for a walk,” he muttered and one of the Death Eaters replied with a grunt.

Draco’s ignored him and started down the steps. Several students passed by and tried to trip him up. Draco struck like lightning, drawing his wand and hexing one of the stupid fourth year Slytherin’s.

They yelled curses at him as they vanished through the huge, wooden double doors. Draco ignored them as he sped down the rest of the steps and away from the castle.

Maybe he shouldn’t leave Granger on her own but it wouldn’t help either of them if he had to look over her shoulder or be at her back all the time.

It would almost be like stalking and Draco wasn’t planning on stalker the mudblood was he?

Draco reached the Forbidden Forest and stopped to rest, leaning against a nearby tree. He leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes.

What was he going to do? He was bound to the Dark Lord. He was helping the enemy, as some saw it.... Or was it he, himself who was the enemy? Undermining everything he first thought about the war... His own opinion was warped. He needed a new one. Was Hermione really the enemy? Or was it the one he served? Draco knew Voldemort was bad but whose enemy was he? Draco’s or Harry Potter’s?

Draco let out a frustrated sigh and pushed away from the tree, eyes wide.

What was he supposed to do? Let Voldemort conquer the wizarding world and then the muggle world too? No. He couldn’t do that, couldn’t let that monster kill thousands more like before.

Draco smiled a grim smile and started pacing. He knew what to do. He would join the enemy. He would help Harry Potter and the others. He would not let the wizard and muggle worlds’ burn.

Draco would become a spy, of sorts. He would give Hermione important information about the Dark Lord’s plans and inner circle, among other things. He would help Voldemort’s enemy.

He would not let a madman destroy the world. He would help to destroy the man who seeked to destroy his family, friends and the world he knew.

Draco would not let this happen. Draco would see to it that Harry Potter prevailed; He would help The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Draco gave Hogwarts a longing look. He loved the castle..... But could he bear to leave the castle as it was, with innocent—rather, mostly innocent—students inside? Could he leave her there? Would Hogwarts survive the test that Bellatrix put to it?

Draco sighed and started back towards the castle. He just had a few things to do before he went back to Malfoy Manner in several months time.

It was going to be a long wait.... Could he hold it together until then?

Draco looked back up at the castle looming over him and gave a resigned sigh. He would do what he could in the time he had left.

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Sorry about the long wait. I had really bad writer's block on this and no matter what I did, I just couldn't finish this chapter before now..... Well, it's done and up. Hope you like it.

Thank you for reading and don't forget to review.

Scarlett Fire.

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