I nervously run a hand through my hair. Voldemort has never sent me on an assignment. According to the Death Eaters, it's because I'm a 'weakling.'
They still aren't over Dumbledore.
Voldemort must be suspecting, or knowing, something. But how? How could he know that I'm pulling a Snape, pretending to be loyal to Voldemort but really to Hermione? How could he low that I've been sneaking out to see Hermione? How could he even suspecting something this big? The realization makes my stomach drop, like it suddenly weighs one ton.
He has sent someone to spy on me. But who?
I quickly glance around for a spy-and there, in the alleyway, is a glimmer. The glimmer must be eyes, (what else could they be?) proving my theory correct. Those eyes... I've seen those eyes. Why are they so familiar?
They belong to Lucius Malfoy.
My father has been the one reporting to Voldemort! So surely he knows that I am in love with Hermione, that I'm loyal to her not him. Of course. Voldemort will want me to realize this eventually, and he wanted it to hurt. Well, my father's betrayal does.
Pretending I didn't notice anything, I rush into Gringotts. "I need to go in Bellatrix LeStrange's vault."
The goblin peered at me over his spectacles. "And why is that?"
"Orders from The Dark Lord. You know what will happen if you decline this, don't you?"
He sighed. "Yes, I do. Move along, then."
When I got to the LeStrange's vault, a goblin opened the door. I walk in, carefully place Bellatrix down on a pillow, and walk out.
On the way out of Gringotts, I ponder: should I risk seeing Hermione? Or should I go straight back to Voldemort? I haven't seen Hermione in over a week, which is extremely painful for me. I know where she'll be also, in Weasley Wizard Wheezes, helping out George. But is my father still watching me? I want, I need, to see Hermione, but if Lucius is still out, he'll surely kill Hermione, and indirectly be the cause of my torture. I ponder this, and an idea comes to me. A confounds charm! That will confuse what my father sees, and therefore what Voldemort sees. With a smirk, I head out in search for Father.
He's still there. He didn't move from his earlier hunched position. Pulling out my wand, I whisper, "confounds," and await my result. Please work, I thought. Please work.
Lucius shakes his head. "What was I doing here?" He asks. His eyes appear glazed and dreamy. Part of the curse, I guess. He walks off, and I breathe a sigh of relief, spun on my heel, and headed for the joke shop.
As expected, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and Harry were in the shop, helping out George. (You would think, with all the ear related items here, he could fashion himself a fake one!) It took me a moment to remember that Fred died. Fred... Fred had died at my hands. They deserve to know. I clear my throat loudly, and they look at me. "Uh... George, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Harry? Is there a place we can talk alone?" I ask, my eyes darting around the crowded room. They look at each other hesitantly, and nod.
They handled the news better than I thought they would. They all let the tears flow freely, give me some sizable bruises, but they could've done worse. George, clearly out of courtesy, said that it wasn't my fault, that Voldemort had fooled me. But... the explosion was my idea. So I told them. By then, they had to leave, except Hermione, who stayed, because of 'personal questions'. "This is over, isn't it? I'll get it if we break up over this. I killed your friend."
"Actually, I think the opposite. That was brave of you, Malfoy, telling the truth like that."
And she leaned in to kiss me. I didn't pull away. She slipped her hands under my shirt, rubbing them up and down my abdomen. I ran my hands through her hair, and flicked my tongue against her lip, asking for entrance. She gave way, and we became a sexy mess. We pulled closer and closer, putting ourselves in a lying position, as she gasped for air. I nipped at her neck and chest. Our mouths joined again. She started fumbling with the buttons of my shirt and I with hers, our mouths still melted together- wow, we are really together! What will Weasel think?
Just then, Ron bursts in. I don't have time to defend myself as he draws out his wand, aim it at me, and shouts "SECSTUMTURA !"
I glance down at my chest to see lines of bright red blossoming on my chest. I manage to gasp Hermione's name as the world goes black.