1 Chaptered: Draco/Hermione
Title: Cry Salvation
Chapter Title: Conditions
Words: 1416
Rating: PG (chapter); R (eventually)
Characers/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Warnings: character death, angst, implied sex, swearing, HBP spoilers like no other
Summary (of chapter): The four girls go fetch Draco.
Author's Notes: Comments make me happy.
Hermione walked with the other girls towards the park, but the walk felt longer than it had when she had left or when there the first time that night. Fleur, Tonks, and Ginny talked about random things during the walk, not noticing or at least mention that Hermione was silent. She felt like she leading her friends to danger. She didn’t understand her feelings of guilt since they had volunteered and the wizard they were fetching was wandless, but she felt guilty nonetheless. She knew she should have refused their company and not risked them being in danger, but she hadn’t realized how little she actually knew until she thought of what could be waiting for them in the park. A shiver went down her spine and she pulled her cloak tighter.
She sped up and left the others fall behind her a bit. The night was almost overwhelming now; it seemed dark and endless. There didn’t seem to be a star in the sky, and she couldn’t find the moon as hard as she looked. The only light was the eerie, sickly yellow from the street lamps lighting the way and it was barely bright enough to read the streets’ names as she passed the signs.
She stopped so the others could catch up with her when she reached the entrance of the park. Pulling her cloak tighter still around herself, she waiting with her arms crossed over her stomach and her feet impatiently tapping the sidewalk. She wasn’t sure why she was anxious unless it was pure fright and nervousness. Or maybe concern for her friends’ well-beings. When she heard her friends’ approach she shook her head to clean out the cobwebs. She needed to be thinking her best if she would be able to follow through with her word to Malfoy.
Why do I care if I keep my word to Malfoy? she asked herself silently. She didn’t even know the answer to her own question.
Sighing, as the others joined her, she looked into the dark entrance of the park. The girls stopped behind her with an air of nervousness surrounding them.
“So,” Ginny whispered, “he’s in there?”
Hermione nodded, without vocally answering her. The girls stood in awkward silence just staring at the entrance to the park with a feeling of impending doom and an air of nervousness. None of the girls said anything as they stared into the dark entrance and waited for something to happen, as if they really expected someone to jump out at them or something to happen. Hermione knew it was ridiculous for them to be so scared since it was just a park, and even if you thought of the wizard inside the park doing something, the wizard was wandless.
Hermione cleared her throat and pushed some of her bushy, brown hair out of her face. Sighing, she said, “Come on. Let’s just go in.” She tried to keep her voice calm and even, so she wouldn’t arise anymore anxiousness in her friends.
Giving her friends a sideways glance she say Ginny nod as if affirming her agreement as the other two just stared into the park with a nervous expression.
Realizing that no one else was moving, Hermione started to walk into the park beckoning her friends to join her. As they walked through the park the only sound was the light noise of their shoes stepping on the pavement of the path to the center of the park.
“He’s in the center,” Hermione whispered, remembering he was also still bound.
The walk to the center of the park seemed to fly by, and before Hermione knew it she was staring down at Draco Malfoy bound in the ropes Hermione’s own wand her conjured up.
Draco couldn’t believe his eyes when the four girls emerged from the clearing of the path leading the center of the park. He was still bound in the ropes the Mudblood had bound him in and he realized for the thousandth time that he still didn’t have his wand. He felt so vulnerable and for not the first time in that last few months, helpless.
In the silence that surrounded the girls and their discovery, Draco realized how different each of the girls were from each other. One girl, the youngest and only girl Wealsey, stood there with her arms crossed across her chest. Her robes were tattered and obviously hand-me-down. Her red hair was vibrant against pale skin. The girl that stood next to her was like an animated cartoon. She was small with bubble gum pink hair. Her face even looked like she spent most of her time smiling, but there was no smile on her face as she looked down at him with hatred and something that seemed to Draco to be fear. On the other side of Hermione was that French girl. She was the only who was a Champion in the Tri-Wizard Tournament with Potter, Krum, and Diggory, the one who died. She looked stunning next to the Mudblood and the cartoon girl. Her pale blond hair was swept behind her shoulders and her blue eyes looked down at him with contempt. The Champion had the prettiest features out of all four of the girls while the others were average.
Then there was that Mudblood. He normally would think she was so average she was ugly, but tonight she looked like an angel to him. She represented salvation and life to him. She was the only one standing between him and a life continued on the run or even death. Her bushy brown hair was flying haphazardly around her face by the wind that had suddenly picked up. Her brown eyes were scared and confused. But she was there and that he to mean something. She was staring down at him in uncomfortable silence as she pushed her wild hair out of her face every so often.
Hermione had a hard time believing that Draco Malfoy actually looked like he did. He was bound and wandless, but he really wasn’t fighting. He wasn’t even fighting the bounds or demanding his wand. He was acting weird, and she felt uneasy about it. No one was saying a word, nor was anyone moving.
Clearing her throat, again, she said, “Malfoy, get up.”
Malfoy didn’t say a word, but he stared at her with such patronizing contempt that it almost made her angry.
“How should I move, Granger? I happen to be tied up by ropes.” Malfoy replied with sarcasm.
Hermione glared at him. “Fine,” she muttered a spell that moved him, but still kept him bound. “Fair enough?”
Malfoy had rarely felt such anger. She was intentionally embarrassing him. He hated this woman even if she represented salvation and life to him at that moment. “Fine, fair enough,” he muttered angrily.
She nodded. And started to directed him with her wand towards the path out of the park, but suddenly she stopped.
“What the hell?” he asked, angrily, glaring at her from his bound state.
“Watch yourself,” Ginny spoke for the first time. Fleur and Tonks still stood silently tV the side as if trying to blend into the surroundings and pretend they really weren’t there to fetch Draco. Fleur had her patent patronizing stare, but fright was mixed into it. Tonks was biting her lips in nervousness. Ginny looked scared, but she had forced calmness in her voice when she addressed Malfoy.
“I was just asking why the hell she stopped?” Draco explained with a sneer.
Hermione glared at him, but still said, “Because if you go back with us there are two conditions.”
“Whatever they are, I agree. Can we go now?” Draco rushed.
“The first condition,” Hermione started as if she didn’t hear him, “is that you have to take the
Veritaserum truth potion when you get to our... safe house.”
Draco nodded, figuring he’d have to anyway.
Hermione continued without acknowledging he even nodded, “And I have to babysit you.” She had intentionally used the term she knew would make him mad the most. “Babysit” was such a juvilnile term she knew it would offend him and got the reaction she wanted.
In a moment’s time, Draco felt calm, angry, furious, and then forced calm again. He knew she had saw all the emotions pass on his face since she smiled smugly at him.
“Agreed?” she pressed with a satisfied tone and what she knew had to be a smug smile.
“Fine,” he muttered with great reluctance.
She raised her wand again and the bound Draco started to move again. Ginny slid in front of Hermione and Draco while Tonks and Fleur stayed behind the two.
Chapter Title: Conditions
Words: 1416
Rating: PG (chapter); R (eventually)
Characers/Pairings: Draco/Hermione
Warnings: character death, angst, implied sex, swearing, HBP spoilers like no other
Summary (of chapter): The four girls go fetch Draco.
Author's Notes: Comments make me happy.
Hermione walked with the other girls towards the park, but the walk felt longer than it had when she had left or when there the first time that night. Fleur, Tonks, and Ginny talked about random things during the walk, not noticing or at least mention that Hermione was silent. She felt like she leading her friends to danger. She didn’t understand her feelings of guilt since they had volunteered and the wizard they were fetching was wandless, but she felt guilty nonetheless. She knew she should have refused their company and not risked them being in danger, but she hadn’t realized how little she actually knew until she thought of what could be waiting for them in the park. A shiver went down her spine and she pulled her cloak tighter.
She sped up and left the others fall behind her a bit. The night was almost overwhelming now; it seemed dark and endless. There didn’t seem to be a star in the sky, and she couldn’t find the moon as hard as she looked. The only light was the eerie, sickly yellow from the street lamps lighting the way and it was barely bright enough to read the streets’ names as she passed the signs.
She stopped so the others could catch up with her when she reached the entrance of the park. Pulling her cloak tighter still around herself, she waiting with her arms crossed over her stomach and her feet impatiently tapping the sidewalk. She wasn’t sure why she was anxious unless it was pure fright and nervousness. Or maybe concern for her friends’ well-beings. When she heard her friends’ approach she shook her head to clean out the cobwebs. She needed to be thinking her best if she would be able to follow through with her word to Malfoy.
Why do I care if I keep my word to Malfoy? she asked herself silently. She didn’t even know the answer to her own question.
Sighing, as the others joined her, she looked into the dark entrance of the park. The girls stopped behind her with an air of nervousness surrounding them.
“So,” Ginny whispered, “he’s in there?”
Hermione nodded, without vocally answering her. The girls stood in awkward silence just staring at the entrance to the park with a feeling of impending doom and an air of nervousness. None of the girls said anything as they stared into the dark entrance and waited for something to happen, as if they really expected someone to jump out at them or something to happen. Hermione knew it was ridiculous for them to be so scared since it was just a park, and even if you thought of the wizard inside the park doing something, the wizard was wandless.
Hermione cleared her throat and pushed some of her bushy, brown hair out of her face. Sighing, she said, “Come on. Let’s just go in.” She tried to keep her voice calm and even, so she wouldn’t arise anymore anxiousness in her friends.
Giving her friends a sideways glance she say Ginny nod as if affirming her agreement as the other two just stared into the park with a nervous expression.
Realizing that no one else was moving, Hermione started to walk into the park beckoning her friends to join her. As they walked through the park the only sound was the light noise of their shoes stepping on the pavement of the path to the center of the park.
“He’s in the center,” Hermione whispered, remembering he was also still bound.
The walk to the center of the park seemed to fly by, and before Hermione knew it she was staring down at Draco Malfoy bound in the ropes Hermione’s own wand her conjured up.
Draco couldn’t believe his eyes when the four girls emerged from the clearing of the path leading the center of the park. He was still bound in the ropes the Mudblood had bound him in and he realized for the thousandth time that he still didn’t have his wand. He felt so vulnerable and for not the first time in that last few months, helpless.
In the silence that surrounded the girls and their discovery, Draco realized how different each of the girls were from each other. One girl, the youngest and only girl Wealsey, stood there with her arms crossed across her chest. Her robes were tattered and obviously hand-me-down. Her red hair was vibrant against pale skin. The girl that stood next to her was like an animated cartoon. She was small with bubble gum pink hair. Her face even looked like she spent most of her time smiling, but there was no smile on her face as she looked down at him with hatred and something that seemed to Draco to be fear. On the other side of Hermione was that French girl. She was the only who was a Champion in the Tri-Wizard Tournament with Potter, Krum, and Diggory, the one who died. She looked stunning next to the Mudblood and the cartoon girl. Her pale blond hair was swept behind her shoulders and her blue eyes looked down at him with contempt. The Champion had the prettiest features out of all four of the girls while the others were average.
Then there was that Mudblood. He normally would think she was so average she was ugly, but tonight she looked like an angel to him. She represented salvation and life to him. She was the only one standing between him and a life continued on the run or even death. Her bushy brown hair was flying haphazardly around her face by the wind that had suddenly picked up. Her brown eyes were scared and confused. But she was there and that he to mean something. She was staring down at him in uncomfortable silence as she pushed her wild hair out of her face every so often.
Hermione had a hard time believing that Draco Malfoy actually looked like he did. He was bound and wandless, but he really wasn’t fighting. He wasn’t even fighting the bounds or demanding his wand. He was acting weird, and she felt uneasy about it. No one was saying a word, nor was anyone moving.
Clearing her throat, again, she said, “Malfoy, get up.”
Malfoy didn’t say a word, but he stared at her with such patronizing contempt that it almost made her angry.
“How should I move, Granger? I happen to be tied up by ropes.” Malfoy replied with sarcasm.
Hermione glared at him. “Fine,” she muttered a spell that moved him, but still kept him bound. “Fair enough?”
Malfoy had rarely felt such anger. She was intentionally embarrassing him. He hated this woman even if she represented salvation and life to him at that moment. “Fine, fair enough,” he muttered angrily.
She nodded. And started to directed him with her wand towards the path out of the park, but suddenly she stopped.
“What the hell?” he asked, angrily, glaring at her from his bound state.
“Watch yourself,” Ginny spoke for the first time. Fleur and Tonks still stood silently tV the side as if trying to blend into the surroundings and pretend they really weren’t there to fetch Draco. Fleur had her patent patronizing stare, but fright was mixed into it. Tonks was biting her lips in nervousness. Ginny looked scared, but she had forced calmness in her voice when she addressed Malfoy.
“I was just asking why the hell she stopped?” Draco explained with a sneer.
Hermione glared at him, but still said, “Because if you go back with us there are two conditions.”
“Whatever they are, I agree. Can we go now?” Draco rushed.
“The first condition,” Hermione started as if she didn’t hear him, “is that you have to take the
Veritaserum truth potion when you get to our... safe house.”
Draco nodded, figuring he’d have to anyway.
Hermione continued without acknowledging he even nodded, “And I have to babysit you.” She had intentionally used the term she knew would make him mad the most. “Babysit” was such a juvilnile term she knew it would offend him and got the reaction she wanted.
In a moment’s time, Draco felt calm, angry, furious, and then forced calm again. He knew she had saw all the emotions pass on his face since she smiled smugly at him.
“Agreed?” she pressed with a satisfied tone and what she knew had to be a smug smile.
“Fine,” he muttered with great reluctance.
She raised her wand again and the bound Draco started to move again. Ginny slid in front of Hermione and Draco while Tonks and Fleur stayed behind the two.