Draco... Draco Malfoy, the true love of my life, has not yet awaken. Ron Weasley. I swear, the moment I get my wand on him he'll regret he was ever born. "RONALD WEASLEY!" I thunder.
He comes in my room and starts yelling. "Really, Hermione! We've been over this! That prat over there deserved what he got from me. Do you really think he cared, Hermione? Well, let me tell you something. He was a bloody Death Eater! He followed Voldemort! He was raised in this, he is an expert in manipulation! He will leave the moment he gets tired of you, watch!" With every word, he took a step closer to me. There was a crazed look in his eyes. He wasn't going to- hurt me, was he? No, he took my wand, my prime source of defense. "Ron, Malfoy isn't like that! He is very soft and caring."
"He killed Fred!"
"I know! Okay, I know he killed Fred! But, Ron, Draco didn't know. Did you notice the pained look in his eyes? He cares, Weasley, he cares!"
"Oh, you and the kid are on a first-name basis now, and we're not?" He whispers, stepping closer to me, forcing me onto the bed.
"Yes, Weasley, we are. What's it to you?" I snap.
A horrible agony ripped through me. I collapse to the ground, whimpering and screaming and wincing in such pain. I will surely die of this. Just, please, let my end be quick.
More screams tore from my body. I see Harry running into the hallway.
"Ron, what in the bloody hell are you thinking? Hermione, are you okay?"
"Move, Harry! CRUCIO! CRUCIO!"
My eyes close and there is no more.
"Hermione. Hermione? Hermione!" The familiar voice reaches a hysterical pitch. How long have I been out? "Please, Hermione, wake up!" The voice belongs to a sobbing Draco Malfoy. "Oh, Hermione! Please, this isn't funny anymore!" Draco? He's alive! "Hermione... No! Hermione!"
"Draco, I'm okay." I say, patting his head gently and looking down at him. He has been here for a while, crying. His face is dirty, tearstained.
"Oh, Hermione!" He pulls me in and hugs me. "Who did this to you? If I was there... How long was I out? Was it Ron? Do you know how long you've been out?"
"Woah, Draco! Yes, Ron crucio'ed me numerous times. You were there, just knocked out, as you were for at least a week- before he did this to me," I say, gesturing toward my weak, bed-ridden state. "And I'm guessing three days?"
"Three weeks, more like. Hermione, don't ever do that to me again! I thought you were... I-I-I thought you were... Oh, Hermione!" Unable to finish, he pulls me in for another hug.
"So, what's up with Voldy?"
"The usual plotting nonsense. I am 'scouting', looking for you right now. At least, that's what he thinks. And where did Ron learn all this Dark Magic?"
"I dunno, Draco." I whisper, the tiredness overcoming my weak state.
I was forced by Harry to stay bedridden until Ron left, which was in two weeks. ("No matter what you think, Hermione, Ron can do worse. It's best you stay here until he leaves.")
Ron still came to visit me, however. And boy, was he angry. "Are you still going with Draco?"
I nod, wincing at the pain that shoots through me.
"Ugh, Hermione, you need to end the relationship."
"And why is that, father?"
"Because... you are mine." And then he leaves.
Draco did come to visit in that two weeks. His face was cut, swollen, and bruised. His hair, normally sexy and put together, was now a tangled mess. I glance down at his hands and see blood dipping from them. But yet he managed to put a smile on his face for me. "Oh, Draco! What in Merlin's beard happened to you?"
"Voldemort. He's unhappy with me."
"Why?" Oh no. If this is my fault, I don't think I could handle it.
"I've been telling him I couldn't find you."
"Goddammit, Draco, take me to him. I can't bear to see you like this."
"And I can't bear to see you dead! He wants you in particular to come to him, so he can kill you, torture you, et cetera. Then he'll use you as bait for Ron and Harry and Ginny and everyone else! I can't, okay?"
"Then I'll march over there myself. And tell Harry and the other Voldemort isn't dead."
"Hermione, you can't do that, even you know that. Look at you! You should be in bed for three more days!"
"That's just because Ron is here for three more days."
"No, Hermione. I appreciate you trying to help me, I really do, but this is something you can't do."
"Watch me." With that, I swing my legs over the bed, hop off, and gasp. Bruises and cuts mark every inch of my body, except my face and hands and neck. There is no way this could all happen from the curse Ron said, right? I glance over at Draco, he too seems shocked. "What happened to me?"
"I don't know. But I do know that you are supposed to be in bed for three more days and not marching off to your death. I.... I would be be able to bear any of it."
"I'm sorry Draco, I really am, but I can't see you die because of me either." With that, I get up and leave the room.
"Alright! I'll take you to him!"
"Thank you, Draco. And how will we explain this to Harry? I don't want anyone else to know..."
We spent the next hour devising a plan. I think it to be a good one. I go to Harry and Ginny and tell them the truth. I know they'll protest, but I'll Stun them. We both decided to forget Ron. Once at Voldemort's, I take the oblivious potion and the antidote for the oblivious one. Draco said that someone will give them to me, another ex-Death Eater on our side. For an extra measure, I should recognize the antidote as a truth potion, not the antidote, and refuse to drink both. Draco will force them down my throat. Then I see The Lord himself for interrogation. From there? We don't know. It's based on You-Know-Who's reaction.
We practice acting for a little, it plays a big part in our plan, our acting skills could either save or end us. When we feel ready, I take a deep breath and head to Harry's room.
I knock, and Ginny opens the door. Harry and Ginny are in there, as expected. I clear my throat and take a deep breath. "Guys, there's something I need to tell you. Voldemort didn't really die. And I'm going to see him now. I'm sorry. Stupefy!" I leave the toom, grinning. Why am I enjoying this so much? I leave the room. "Draco, take me to his palace. Now!"
"Hermione, are you sure about this?"
"Yes, Draco. Now bind me!"
"Hermione, do you know what you're putting yourself into?"
"Draco, have you looked in a mirror? You can't hold on for much longer. And besides, this is for the greater good as well as you. Voldemort cannot win! Do it. NOW!"
"But Hermione, take a look at your skin, you're a walking injur-"
"Fucking do it already, Malfoy!"
He flicked his wand, and I felt rather than saw the Full-Body Bind. Another flick and I hovered off the ground, bound to follow Draco. He gave me a quick peck and we were off.
Voldemort's castle was horrendous. It was all black. Dark green vines snaked up and down the castle. The sky appeared drained of color. Stone gargoyles left their perch and flew around the castle. It was just plain creepy.
The inside was better. Voldemort must've warmed up to gray, because the walls were painted that color. Portraits recreated some of The Dark Lord's triumphs. A throne sat at the end of the hallway. A big black chandelier hovered above our heads. Wow. If it had more color and less creepy, it would be breathtaking.
We stopped in front of the throne, and my captor kneeled. He was clearly afraid, but his voice was clear when he said, "My Lord, I have completed the task. I have the Mudblood."
Voldemort Apperated, and sat down on the throne. "Good job, my servant. Now, Bella should be here in a moment." I was forced into a kneeling position in front of Voldemort, the fear and terror written on my face not entirely fake.
Bella was a plump woman. She had shoulder- length greasy blond hair, a squashed in nose, piggish blue eyes, and thin lips. She gave Voldemort the two vials, and ran out, probably in search of food.
"A truth and oblivious potion? No, I won't!"
"Yes, Hermione, you will. I'd just hate to kill you right now, so early. Why, I haven't interrogated, tortured, or used you as bait for your friends yet!"
"Well, I won't drink it.."
"You're hardly in a position to argue with me, Mudblood."
He has a point, but I won't go down without a fight. "You will have to make me drink it, Voldemort."
"Do not call me Voldemort! I am the Dark Lord, your future ruler. And I do not touch filthy Mudblood faces. Draco, you do the honors.
"Yes, My Lord," Draco beams and takes the vials from Voldemort. I have to suppress a smirk, also. Everything is going according to plan.
He gives me a small grin, telling me it's time to act, and I throw myself against him. He grabs my wrist and pulls me toward him. He pries open my mouth and doesn't close it until he sees me swallow the potions.
"It is done, My Lord."
"Well done, Draco. Go see your family, they have been worried sick about you. And Granger, come with me."
I steal one last nervous glance at Draco. Our eyes lock, and I force all of my love into that stare. I love you, I think. I'll see you soon.