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“We’re not sure. He was captured…” I missed most of what Harry said as I froze in shock. As I zoned back in, I caught the last of Harry’s speech. “…They knew we were coming. I’m sorry. We did all we could.”
“Well obviously you didn’t do enough! Why didn’t you call for help?” I screeched.
“There wasn’t time. We were ambushed.”
“There must have been something you could have done!”
“Hermione you need to calm down.” Ron interrupted
“Calm down. Calm down! My boyfriend is missing and could be injured or dead and you want me to calm down?! I can’t believe you sometimes Ronald.” I stormed off back to the minister’s office, leaving Harry and Ron behind. Too pissed off to care about formalities, I burst straight into the room without knocking. Kingsley looked shocked to see me but remained calm and gestured for me to sit in a seat.
“What can I do for you Hermione?” He said as I remained standing.
“I want to go after him. I have to get him back.”
“Hermione I don’t think that’s a good idea-”
“I’m going whether you give me permission or not. I only came in here to make sure that I will have back up if I call for it.” Kingsley frowned but nodded. As I left the room I could’ve sworn I heard him say something along the lines of ‘Hell hath no fury…’
I slowly regained consciousness but when I opened my eyes it was still pitch black. I tried to sit up and stretch but found it pointless as I discovered that my hands were bound. What the hell? Where am I? What happened? My thoughts were interrupted as I heard footsteps approaching. Suddenly I was blinded by a bright light. I shut my eyes and turned away in an attempt to block out the light.
“Finally, you’re awake.” A voice I vaguely recognise snarled. I remained silent trying to figure out what was going on. I was on a mission…with Potter and Weasley…we were ambushed…I was fighting death-eaters…some coward stunned me from behind…I must have been captured…why didn’t they kill me?
“As you have no doubt heard, we are gathering followers once again.”
“Why? Voldemort is dead; you have no one to lead you.”
“That is where you are wrong.”
“Who are you?”
“Come on, Draco. You’d think you’d recognise your own father.”
“You can’t be...I killed him...I watched him die by my hand!”
“Yes that was most unfortunate and as you are my only heir I’m willing to ignore that but did you not think that I would have some sort of back-up plan?”
“It’s not possible.”
“The Dark Lord had several of them so I think it’s possible.” He said sarcastically.
“You had a horcrux?!”
“Yes but that’s another story for another day. A better question would be why haven’t I returned the favour and killed you?” I simply glared at where I believed his voice to be coming from as I still could not see properly. “I want you to join me.” He continued.
“Never.” I spat
“Let me reword that. You will join me.”
“I will never join you. I’d rather die.”
“Maybe this will change your mind. Crucio!” Expecting pain, I cringed and shut my eyes. When nothing happened I reopened my eyes and to my surprise a shield had formed all around me and Lucius was desperately trying to break through it. In my weakened state the shield was not as strong as Hermione’s shield and slowly the shield began to dissipate and the curse finally hit its mark. I curled up in pain but refused to give him the satisfaction of crying out. As the Lucius continued to torture me he began to talk. “I don’t know how you did that but know that I WILL win in the end... join me.” He released the spell to let me reply.
“I will never join you.” He growled in annoyance and resumed the curse. “I know about that mudblood you have been tarnishing the Malfoy name with. If you don’t join me I will have her killed.”
“You destroyed the Malfoy name all on your own; if anything, Hermione has helped repair the name that you are so fond of. If you try to kill her you’ll fail. It’s our destiny to bring down the likes of you.”
“No! That means you’re... no you can’t be...”
“Oh so you have heard of the prophecy. How does feel to know that your son is destined to destroy evil, keep the peace and be in a relationship with a muggleborn.”
“Enough! It can’t be true! No son of mine-”
“It is true. You’ve already witnessed an extra power I’ve gained.”
“NO! I will win! Crucio!”
A couple of hours passed and in order to try to break my spirit Lucius was detailing exactly how he was going torture and slowly murder Hermione. It got to the point that just one thought was running through my mind: protect Hermione. Eventually Lucius left promising to return tomorrow to resume “our little conversation” as he put it. Maybe the only way that I can protect Hermione is by joining him. I’d do anything for her and if that means joining these ass-holes then I’ll do it. I was drifting off to sleep when I saw a faint glow.
Oh great, now I’m hallucinating.
“Hermione.” A whisper was all that I could manage but she heard me. Rushing to my side, she knelt beside me and moved my hair out of my face.
“Oh Draco, what have they done to you?”
“I wish this was real.” I murmured as she kissed my forehead.
“Draco, this is real. Can you stand? I need to get you out of here.”
“No Hermione, I have to stay here; it’s the only way that I can protect you.”
“Draco, that’s crazy. If you stay here then you’ll never be able to protect me; don’t you see? If you stay then you’ll never see me again.”
“Hermione, it’s the only way. He’ll kill you if I don’t join him.”
“I thought you killed him?”
“I did. He had a horcrux. I think he only had the one though. That doesn’t matter now; what matters is getting you out of here. I have to stay here.
“He’ll try to kill me if you do join him. He hates me. Draco if you come with me then we can fight him together. He’s clearly messed with your head so listen to your heart. Draco, what does your heart say?”
“That I can’t live without you; I love you too damn much. I should go with you. But-”
Hermione leant down and kissed me with everything she had. I responded eagerly and my head began to clear. We stopped to breathe and Hermione looked right into my eyes.
“I love you too. We really need to go. The aurors should be here soon but until then we need to sneak out before the death-eaters realise I’m here.”
“It’s a bit late for that.” We both turned to see Lucius standing with his wand aimed at us. “So you’re the mudblood who is supposed to take me down. However it appears that you’re rather defenceless against me. You’re just a mere mudblood girl. What can you do?” Hermione slowly edged her hand towards her wand. “I wouldn’t that if I were you.” Hermione raised her hands seemingly in defeat but I knew better than that. Before I could blink, she had him disarmed and bound on the floor.
“I can do that.” She pocketed his wand, turned back to me to undo the rope that bound my hands and then gave me my wand which she had stolen on the way in. Helping me to stand, she then supported my weight and helped me to walk as I was too weak to stand on my own.
We walked along corridor after corridor, stunning death-eaters as we saw them. Eventually we walked into a large room and were faced with many wands pointed straight at us.
“Shit! This room was empty earlier. Do you think we can take them?” Hermione whispered as she quickly put up a shield.
“Of course we can; I mean it’s what, twenty to one?” The death-eaters began sending curses at the shield trying to break through.
“This is no time to joke; you can barely stand.”
“Well then I’ll sit.”
“What?! You can’t fight when you’re sat down!” Hermione stared incredulously as I sat down against a wall.
“We can do this together, don’t worry. And if we can’t the others will be here soon to pick up what’s left of us.”
“You’re not helping!” Hermione’s shield began to falter as she became more stressed.
“Ok, ok! Just focus. I’ll put up my shield so you can lower yours and curse them to hell.”
“Are you sure you can keep the shield up?”
“Hermione look at me.” She looked straight into my eyes. “Trust me. You’re a Gryffindor for Merlin’s sake, it’s time you started acting like one.” A look of determination spread across her face and she turned back to face the death-eaters. “Ready?”
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