Unwilling CHAPTER 2
Title: UnWilling
Author: JohnnyPickAlot
Rating: PG-13 ~ R
Disclaimer: Not Mine...
Sort of late summary (my BAD!): The Golden Trio find away to defeat Voldemort but the only way to fulfill that mission to is to seek the help of Draco Malfoy.
Hermione was officially pissed off. She couldn’t help but let her feet fall a little harder, making her footstep echo off the tall walls of the extremely large waiting room.
“You’re meaning to say that I’m going, all by myself no matter, to confront Malfoy?”
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, “You won’t be alone though. You’re going with Moody, nothing’s going to happen.”
Ron nodded in agreement, “Right. You’ll be fine ‘Mione.”
Hermione felt her eye twitch in frustration, “My well being is not my complete concern at the moment. What’s so important for you two to leave me on this little ‘outing’?”
Ron sighed, “Hermione, only two people max are allowed to enter the cells. And we knew that you wanted to go and Moody has to be there just incase Malfoy has the sudden urge to throttle you.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed, “Like that’ll ever happen.”
“Don’t get such a big head ‘Mione. It could happen.” Harry butted in.
She smirked, “Well it’s good to know that my two best friends are there for me.”
Harry chuckled a little, “Oh Hermione. We’re really sorry. Mean it! But we also need to go down to the Ministry and see if they have any information on Crucifix.”
She looked down to her feet, “Fine.”
Harry and Ron smiled, “Good.” They both took turns giving her a hug before going off to the Ministry.
Hermione watched them leave with a ‘POP’ and exhaled, blowing her bangs up out of her face.
“Coming, Granger?” She heard the gruff voice of Moody behind her.
Mione nodded and followed him outside.
She sighed as she heard the millions of magical locks click inside the door as the guard swished his wand at a certain area.
Hermione then had a sudden thought. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t go in Auror Training with Harry and Ron. She’d be at the Ministry, behind a desk, filling out paper work. They had all been Aurors for one full year after 2 years of gruesome training. Hermione felt her eyes start to water up.
‘Life would be so boring if I didn’t have those two,’ she thought to herself.
Moody nudged her in the rib lightly indicating to her that the door was open. She nodded and followed them into the cell area. Hermione caught the eye of one prisoner with one blue eye and one black. He gave her a toothless grin and started banging on the door. She gulped unconsciously at frightening man peering through the small barred opening at the top of the huge metal door.
Everything was so gloomy and nasty in there. It had death written all over it.
She gasped as she heard the sudden chanting and banging.
“Aurors! Aurors! Aurors! Aurors! Aurors!”
Hermione almost sighed in relief as they stopped in front of the right cell.
“Cell A23G52. You have visitors, son. Look alive.” The guard said through the opening. He gave us one last grin before opening the bulk of a door.
It swung open to reveal yet another barred door, and a very pale figure in the background.
Hermione got closer to the door and looked in. Malfoy gazed out the window on his right as the moonlight shone on him like a spotlight. His gray eyes look distant and lonely.
‘I wonder what he’s thinking about?’ She thought to herself as the guard departed off to the sidelines.
“We have come to ask you a few questions before your deed is fulfilled.” Moody said, coughing roughly afterward.
Hermione cocked her head slightly to the side, examining him closely. It was amazing how defeated he looked to her. In his own way, he looked like a fallen angel…Or a graced demon.
“Fine.” She heard him mumble as he kept staring out at the moon.
“About your aunt?” Moody pressed.
“Go talk to her yourself, she’s a few cells down.” He sneered.
Moody shifted, “Your other one.”
Draco’s eyes flashed slightly as he heard the mention. He then smirked and shook his head, “Don’t know who you’re talking about mate.”
“Oh I think you do. A certain Margaret Anne Crucifix?” Hermione said sternly.
Draco looked at them for the first time. He wore a scowl on his face as he stood up and walked to the door. Hermione had an urge to back up 2 steps but forced herself to stay put as he drew closer.
He smirked as he slid his arms through the holes, using it as an armrest as he leaned against it.
“She would strike you down for even muttering her name, you filthy mud blood.” He hissed.
Moody raised his arm to smack the living day lights out of him but Hermione’s warning glances made him lower his arm.
“Do you know where she is?” She continued as if he didn’t say anything.
“Even if I did, why would I tell you?” Draco sneered.
She smirked, “Because that could be your one way ticket out of here. I think that’s a pretty damn good deal set up for you.”
He nodded and sucked his teeth, “You’re an Auror now I see…Fits you, Granger.”
“Stick to the subject, prat.”
Draco couldn’t help but give her a small cocky grin at how easy it was to make her flustered, “Ooh. Granger has a small attitude. Sexy.”
Hermione blushed furiously, “Just answer the damn question, Death Eater!”
His eyes flashed with a tinge of anger, “You obviously don’t know the Death Eater code then. You know The Three Musketeers? All for one, one for all. It follows along those guidelines.”
She gritted her teeth, “Meaning?”
Draco smirked, “Meaning, you rat me out, I do the same. You’re meddling with fire, coming to me to tell you the location of a fellow Death Eater, my aunt no matter.”
Hermione straightened up and shrugged, “It’s not like you have much to live for.”
He nodded in agreement, “Yes, what’s your point?”
It was her turn to suck her teeth, “Why waist the rest of your life, that isn’t going to be all that long, in here, when you can help other people out with just a simple answer to a even simpler question.”
Draco looked off to the left wall of his cell, “It’s not that simple.”
Hermione took a step forward. “How is it not?”
He eyed her, noticing her bright amber eyes, lined with brown eyeliner and darker brown eye shadow. He watched as she licked her dry full lips unconsciously, awaiting his answer.
“It just is.”
Hermione felt color rise to her face as she noticed Malfoy thoroughly checking her out.
Draco scoffed at her actions, “So what you’re saying is if I give you an answer of some sort, you’ll get me out of here?”
Hermione fell back to her original demeanor, “Yes.”
Draco shifted, leaning more on to the barred door, “What if I don’t know where she is exactly, but I have a general idea of where she might be?”
Hermione looked to Moody for reassurance. When he nodded, she nodded to Draco. “Fine, but then you will be with The Order and The Ministry helping to locate your aunt.”
Draco nodded in agreement but Hermione could see the regret in his eyes.
Moody said something to the guard, after a few minutes of bickering, he finally unlocked the numerous locks and opened the door.
“Today’s your lucky day then Malfoy.” He said sarcastically as he slapped the cuffs on Draco’s wrists and dragged him down the hall.
When the prisoners saw this act, they started yelling. Some in disapproval, some in praise or farewell.
Hermione lead them all out in a haste. She didn’t want to be in there any longer then she had to be. After they closed the main door, she went and waited by the window for Malfoy to get his belongings and wand back. (Moody actually got the wand. You know, just for safe keeping.)
She heard a crash coming from there way, as she saw that Moody had just dropped some money, Hermione turned her attention back to the window. She then jumped back a whole step and shrieked to a see a Dementor hanging out by the window. Hermione heard them all snickering at her scare but ignored them.
Hermione watched as it glided off and sighed in relief. She jumped yet again to feel someone tap her on the shoulder.
“Stop being so jumpy, Granger.” Draco said as he followed Moody outside.
Granger shook her head and glanced down at his hands that were bound by shackles.
She felt herself smirk, ‘If only he knew how much I’d like to put him in shackles.’
Hermione then shook her head as if to shake the thoughts out of her.
‘Where did that come from?’ She thought frantically as she hurried after them.
Yet again, Hermione surprised herself as her gaze slid down to his perfectly rounded bum. Yes, she always thought he was attractive and all but this is just outrageous. Yes, he had gorgeous, sleek blonde hair and mysterious gray eyes. Also, complete with a well toned body, and very tall. He was perfect.
‘Excuse me?!’ She asked her self about the last thought.
“Hurry up, mud blood!”
Moody smacked him upside the head making him yell an “Ow!”
Hermione felt her eye twitch again, ‘There’s the downer to this whole little fantasy of mine. He‘s a complete prick!’
She huffed and apparated off to Number Twelve Grimauld Place.
Author: JohnnyPickAlot
Rating: PG-13 ~ R
Disclaimer: Not Mine...
Sort of late summary (my BAD!): The Golden Trio find away to defeat Voldemort but the only way to fulfill that mission to is to seek the help of Draco Malfoy.
Hermione was officially pissed off. She couldn’t help but let her feet fall a little harder, making her footstep echo off the tall walls of the extremely large waiting room.
“You’re meaning to say that I’m going, all by myself no matter, to confront Malfoy?”
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, “You won’t be alone though. You’re going with Moody, nothing’s going to happen.”
Ron nodded in agreement, “Right. You’ll be fine ‘Mione.”
Hermione felt her eye twitch in frustration, “My well being is not my complete concern at the moment. What’s so important for you two to leave me on this little ‘outing’?”
Ron sighed, “Hermione, only two people max are allowed to enter the cells. And we knew that you wanted to go and Moody has to be there just incase Malfoy has the sudden urge to throttle you.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed, “Like that’ll ever happen.”
“Don’t get such a big head ‘Mione. It could happen.” Harry butted in.
She smirked, “Well it’s good to know that my two best friends are there for me.”
Harry chuckled a little, “Oh Hermione. We’re really sorry. Mean it! But we also need to go down to the Ministry and see if they have any information on Crucifix.”
She looked down to her feet, “Fine.”
Harry and Ron smiled, “Good.” They both took turns giving her a hug before going off to the Ministry.
Hermione watched them leave with a ‘POP’ and exhaled, blowing her bangs up out of her face.
“Coming, Granger?” She heard the gruff voice of Moody behind her.
Mione nodded and followed him outside.
She sighed as she heard the millions of magical locks click inside the door as the guard swished his wand at a certain area.
Hermione then had a sudden thought. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t go in Auror Training with Harry and Ron. She’d be at the Ministry, behind a desk, filling out paper work. They had all been Aurors for one full year after 2 years of gruesome training. Hermione felt her eyes start to water up.
‘Life would be so boring if I didn’t have those two,’ she thought to herself.
Moody nudged her in the rib lightly indicating to her that the door was open. She nodded and followed them into the cell area. Hermione caught the eye of one prisoner with one blue eye and one black. He gave her a toothless grin and started banging on the door. She gulped unconsciously at frightening man peering through the small barred opening at the top of the huge metal door.
Everything was so gloomy and nasty in there. It had death written all over it.
She gasped as she heard the sudden chanting and banging.
“Aurors! Aurors! Aurors! Aurors! Aurors!”
Hermione almost sighed in relief as they stopped in front of the right cell.
“Cell A23G52. You have visitors, son. Look alive.” The guard said through the opening. He gave us one last grin before opening the bulk of a door.
It swung open to reveal yet another barred door, and a very pale figure in the background.
Hermione got closer to the door and looked in. Malfoy gazed out the window on his right as the moonlight shone on him like a spotlight. His gray eyes look distant and lonely.
‘I wonder what he’s thinking about?’ She thought to herself as the guard departed off to the sidelines.
“We have come to ask you a few questions before your deed is fulfilled.” Moody said, coughing roughly afterward.
Hermione cocked her head slightly to the side, examining him closely. It was amazing how defeated he looked to her. In his own way, he looked like a fallen angel…Or a graced demon.
“Fine.” She heard him mumble as he kept staring out at the moon.
“About your aunt?” Moody pressed.
“Go talk to her yourself, she’s a few cells down.” He sneered.
Moody shifted, “Your other one.”
Draco’s eyes flashed slightly as he heard the mention. He then smirked and shook his head, “Don’t know who you’re talking about mate.”
“Oh I think you do. A certain Margaret Anne Crucifix?” Hermione said sternly.
Draco looked at them for the first time. He wore a scowl on his face as he stood up and walked to the door. Hermione had an urge to back up 2 steps but forced herself to stay put as he drew closer.
He smirked as he slid his arms through the holes, using it as an armrest as he leaned against it.
“She would strike you down for even muttering her name, you filthy mud blood.” He hissed.
Moody raised his arm to smack the living day lights out of him but Hermione’s warning glances made him lower his arm.
“Do you know where she is?” She continued as if he didn’t say anything.
“Even if I did, why would I tell you?” Draco sneered.
She smirked, “Because that could be your one way ticket out of here. I think that’s a pretty damn good deal set up for you.”
He nodded and sucked his teeth, “You’re an Auror now I see…Fits you, Granger.”
“Stick to the subject, prat.”
Draco couldn’t help but give her a small cocky grin at how easy it was to make her flustered, “Ooh. Granger has a small attitude. Sexy.”
Hermione blushed furiously, “Just answer the damn question, Death Eater!”
His eyes flashed with a tinge of anger, “You obviously don’t know the Death Eater code then. You know The Three Musketeers? All for one, one for all. It follows along those guidelines.”
She gritted her teeth, “Meaning?”
Draco smirked, “Meaning, you rat me out, I do the same. You’re meddling with fire, coming to me to tell you the location of a fellow Death Eater, my aunt no matter.”
Hermione straightened up and shrugged, “It’s not like you have much to live for.”
He nodded in agreement, “Yes, what’s your point?”
It was her turn to suck her teeth, “Why waist the rest of your life, that isn’t going to be all that long, in here, when you can help other people out with just a simple answer to a even simpler question.”
Draco looked off to the left wall of his cell, “It’s not that simple.”
Hermione took a step forward. “How is it not?”
He eyed her, noticing her bright amber eyes, lined with brown eyeliner and darker brown eye shadow. He watched as she licked her dry full lips unconsciously, awaiting his answer.
“It just is.”
Hermione felt color rise to her face as she noticed Malfoy thoroughly checking her out.
Draco scoffed at her actions, “So what you’re saying is if I give you an answer of some sort, you’ll get me out of here?”
Hermione fell back to her original demeanor, “Yes.”
Draco shifted, leaning more on to the barred door, “What if I don’t know where she is exactly, but I have a general idea of where she might be?”
Hermione looked to Moody for reassurance. When he nodded, she nodded to Draco. “Fine, but then you will be with The Order and The Ministry helping to locate your aunt.”
Draco nodded in agreement but Hermione could see the regret in his eyes.
Moody said something to the guard, after a few minutes of bickering, he finally unlocked the numerous locks and opened the door.
“Today’s your lucky day then Malfoy.” He said sarcastically as he slapped the cuffs on Draco’s wrists and dragged him down the hall.
When the prisoners saw this act, they started yelling. Some in disapproval, some in praise or farewell.
Hermione lead them all out in a haste. She didn’t want to be in there any longer then she had to be. After they closed the main door, she went and waited by the window for Malfoy to get his belongings and wand back. (Moody actually got the wand. You know, just for safe keeping.)
She heard a crash coming from there way, as she saw that Moody had just dropped some money, Hermione turned her attention back to the window. She then jumped back a whole step and shrieked to a see a Dementor hanging out by the window. Hermione heard them all snickering at her scare but ignored them.
Hermione watched as it glided off and sighed in relief. She jumped yet again to feel someone tap her on the shoulder.
“Stop being so jumpy, Granger.” Draco said as he followed Moody outside.
Granger shook her head and glanced down at his hands that were bound by shackles.
She felt herself smirk, ‘If only he knew how much I’d like to put him in shackles.’
Hermione then shook her head as if to shake the thoughts out of her.
‘Where did that come from?’ She thought frantically as she hurried after them.
Yet again, Hermione surprised herself as her gaze slid down to his perfectly rounded bum. Yes, she always thought he was attractive and all but this is just outrageous. Yes, he had gorgeous, sleek blonde hair and mysterious gray eyes. Also, complete with a well toned body, and very tall. He was perfect.
‘Excuse me?!’ She asked her self about the last thought.
“Hurry up, mud blood!”
Moody smacked him upside the head making him yell an “Ow!”
Hermione felt her eye twitch again, ‘There’s the downer to this whole little fantasy of mine. He‘s a complete prick!’
She huffed and apparated off to Number Twelve Grimauld Place.