Chapter 3 of Unwilling

Mar 21, 2007 15:12

Title: Unwilling
Author: JohnnyPickAlot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Humor, Supernatural (oooOOOooOh!)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: 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 Jane Granger stomped into the kitchen immediately after apparating inside the household to pour her a cup of tea.

Moody and Draco Malfoy entered soon after her.

“Temper, temper, Granger. What’s got your knickers in a knot, hm?” Draco mused but he wiped the smirk off his face as Moody pushed him into a makeshift cage that he had just conjured with his wand.

Moody slammed the door and locked it shut. Draco slumped against the back railing and rolled his eyes.

“In a cage…again.”

Hermione smirked and walked over to the far left side of the cage.

“Yes,” She sipped on her tea, “And who’s fault is that Malfoy?”

Draco’s eyes flashed with anger as he quickly stood up.

“We had a deal! I give you answers and you let me go.”

Hermione’s face hardened and she set her tea cup down.

“Don’t switch my words around Malfoy. I said that if you gave us answers, you would be saved from The Kiss…for the time being. Also that you will have to help The Order and The Ministry.”

She noticed that she was straining his nerves because his right eye started twitching.

“Stupid bitch.”

“On the contrary. I am a woman, Malfoy. It‘s only natural.” Hermione smirked.

Draco’s scowl slowly turned into a smirk as well.

“When’d you turn into such a smart ass, eh?”

Hermione picked her tea cup up again and shrugged before she took a sip.

“I had to go to the America’s for Auror Training. Where do you think I got it?” She grinned.

Moody returned with the book that Hermione found just yesterday at Knockturn Alley. Hermione jumped a little because she hadn’t even realized he had left. The whole time she had thought that he was there to back her up just incase Malfoy decided to do something.

She blushed slightly at the thought of being alone in a room with Malfoy. Even if he was in a cage, it still put her on edge.

“Granger found this book about numerous followers of Voldemort, and found your aunts name in here. We are lead to believe that she holds something of value to us. We need you to tell us where she is. If you succeed in helping us find her and said object, you will no longer have a residency in Azkaban and will be free to go. But if you defy or betray us in any way, we will send back to that hell hole so fast, your head will spin. And this time, there will not be any set backs for your death day. Understood?”

Draco just nodded after soaking in all of the information.

Hermione was about to say something else but was interrupted by two faint ‘POPS’ in the background.

“Hermione?!” She heard the voices call.

“In here!” She yelled back before sipping on her tea.

Harry and Ron immerged from behind the wall, and walked into the kitchen.

“’Ello Hermione. Oh! I want some tea!” Ron said before giving Hermione a quick peck on the cheek.

Her face turned a deep shade of crimson as he walked over to the kettle and poured some hot water into his mug.

Harry shook his head and smiled. He gave her and one armed hug and turned in the direction which she was turned. Harry was about to say something to Ron but stopped in mid thought as he saw the smirking blonde haired Death Eater across the room.

Hermione, who hadn’t quite got over Ron’s recent display of affection, chuckled slightly, “I’d thought you’d never notice.”

Ron turned, “Notice wha--”

Draco cocked an eyebrow.

He put his mug closer to his chest, “Oh…”

“Okay…I feel like a new pet or an animal at the zoo.” Draco winged.

“More like a type of décor. Should we put him there or there? Or we could put him by the window, it’d look more modern!” Hermione couldn’t help but giggle in spite of her self.

Draco rolled his eyes at the chuckling Trio. But Ron was the first one to get back to the real subject.

“Why is he here?” He confronted Hermione.

“He is here to help us.” She confirmed.

“He can’t be trusted.” Ron egged on.

Hermione rolled her eyes, “I know that Ronald. Why else would I put him in a cage?”

Ron looked her up and down, “I don’t know…Why would you?”

Hermione gaped at his antics, “Ron!”

Draco scoffed but returned to his original stature as they all sent via glares at him.

“I thought you were only going to ask him questions and then return and let him die his gruesome death while we sat and drank ourselves silly in celebration.” Ronald whined as he plopped himself on one of the kitchen counters.

Draco glared at him, “Rich Weasley. Real rich. Something you’ll never be.”

Ron decided not to pay him no mind. He just flicked him the bird and returned his attention back to Hermione.

Hermione looked taken aback, “Ronald!! I understand that you aren’t very fond of Malfoy but god damn it! You are talking about somebody’s life as if it was nothing.”

Ron got to his feet, “He is nothing, Hermione!”

Harry got in the middle rather quickly and pushed them away from each other, “Ooookay then. Change the subject.”

“I bought the champagne and cake and everything!” Ron sighed as he backed off.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she went straight to the paper bags on the counter. She pulled out the numerous alcohol bottles and the quarter sheet cake. Hermione took the lid off and looked at it. It was a regular white cake. She took a knife and cut the bottom off and put it on a separate plate. Then, she picked the rest of it up on the tray and went to Ron.

“Here, have the rest.” With that she smashed it in his face and walked away.

Draco couldn’t help but roll on the floor in a fit of hysterics. Harry was very close from doing the same thing, as was Moody.

Harry regained his breathing, and put a hand on his best friends shoulder, “Well…that little ‘I’m gonna get her to come around, Harry. She’ll be mine’ plan didn’t work out that well did it, mate?”

Ron didn’t say anything. He just sent death glares at the hysterical three.

fic post, genre: romance, rating: pg-13, genre: humour, genre: supernatural

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