Trials Undercover
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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6
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7,050
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28
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Trials Undercover
Trials Undercover
By Cakeisnice
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I also *cough* do not dream about building a time machine and travel back fifteen years in time after the last book is out, bringing all the books with me, and release them as my own, basking in the glamorous glory. Wouldn’t even dream about it.
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Hermione tried to balance all the grocery bags while stressing to push down the door handle of the entry door to the HQ. She finally got a finger free and slowly managed to press said handle down and shove the door open. She was nearly sweating from the effort. She stumbled in and kicked the door close with her foot. That made her loose her balance again, and she swayed dangerously. Finally, she got herself in control, and exhaled in relief.
This was not the best hallway to fall on her face and make a ruckus. That awful woman would start howling again for sure, and it always gave Hermione a headache. Darn that painting and those unbreakable wards that kept it there!
Hermione couldn’t understand why they had made her go grocery shopping today anyway. She thought she was banned from that chore since the last time she did it. Because of her parents’ occupation and her upbringing, she apparently bought too healthy food for everyone’s taste. Well, she would certainly not make herself responsible for their rotting teeth.
Before she got to the kitchen door though, someone burst trough it and marched past her with a sneer. She only got a glimpse of white blond hair and piercing grey eyes as he flew by.
Draco Malfoy.
He was maybe the last person she wanted to see, save from the Dark Lord himself, but she could really use some help with the bags. She glared after him, but he was already out of sight. Something clearly had upset him. He didn’t even greet her with the usual “Granger”, often said along with some nasty comment about her appearance or her blood line, accompanied by a smug, condescending smirk.
“Prick,” she muttered to herself, ignoring him and continuing her struggle towards the kitchen door. As she closed in, she could hear the low chattering of many voices coming from her destination. She could feel her blood starting to boil. They had a meeting without her?! Without even notifying her, sending her out on an errand like some bloody house-elf?
She barged through the door, intending to give them a piece of her mind. As she entered, every head turned against her, and everyone immediately stopped talking. It was dead silent. Hermione’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Almost everyone in the Order was there. Why did they all look like they had been caught with their arm elbow deep in the cookie jar? Wide-eyed with blank faces, the very picture of innocence. Too innocent.
“What the bloody hell is going on in here?” She snarled, eyeing them accusingly. They all looked guilty, avoiding to look at her. Ron, who was sitting closest to her, folded his hands and seemed to find the ceiling immensely interesting. The silence stretched on.
Suddenly Ginny spoke up. “Sorry everyone, I really have to go, urgent business, you know. Good to see you, Hermione, you look really nice today.” She was babbling, standing up and rushing out the door. As if this was their queue, everyone else stood up at once, claiming into the air that they too had somewhere important to be, filing past her out the door. She could see Harry, grabbing onto Ron’s wrist as he was about to leave. There was a pleading look in his eyes.
“Ron, you’ve got to stay,” he breathed desperately.
“Sorry mate, you’re on your own on this one,” he answered, “I’ve got to go….Err…. got to feed Buckbeak. Besides, it was your idea; I really don’t see the point in it.” And with that he tore his arm free and headed for the door. He completely avoided Hermione’s gaze.
The ones left sitting at the table were Harry, Lupin and Professor Snape. Harry and Lupin looked like they were facing the gallows. Snape had a blank and unreadable expression.
“Well?” Hermione concentrated her accusing stare at the three.
“Ehm..,” Harry cleared his throat and stood up, relieving her of the bags. “You better take a seat, Hermione.”
Hermione frowned, but obeyed and sat dawn at the empty end of the table, facing them.
Harry sat down again, clearing his throat again, and looked at the other two. They both sat there looking at him, expecting him to do the talking. He sighed.
“You know how you’re always complaining that you never get to go out and do something? That we only stick you with the boring stuff, like strategy and tactics?”
Hermione brightened, “yeah?”
“Well, we’ve got an assignment for you.”
“Really?! That’s great! What is it?”
“You see, Voldemort’s followers don’t know that Malfoy switched side after his mother was killed. With his father still in Azkaban, the entire Malfoy estate now belongs to him. Therefore we have decided that he is to go undercover and pretend that he is joining the dark side. That way we can get a lot more information, and get a great advantage against them.”
Hermione looked confused, “That’s great, but I don’t se how that’s got anything to do-“
“He’s gonna need backup, `Mione. He’ll need someone to have his back if something goes wrong, someone they won’t suspect. And to be honest, we also need someone to keep an eye on him, in case he’ll get the urge to turn back to his old ways. You’re not going to like this Hermione, but we’ve discussed it, and it’s the best way.”
“Could you cut the crap, Harry, and tell me what this is all about, or do I have to shake you upside-down to rattle it out of you?” Hermione was getting annoyed. Just say it already!
“Uh, well… err… you see… we decided that someone could pretend to be his fiancé and live in the mansion with him, go along on social events and keep an eye on things. Someone from the order. Someone very smart, and talented, and.. and really good at magic. Someone like…
…You.”
His words echoed in Hermione’s head. Her mouth fell open in shock. She stared at them horrified. They had to be pulling her leg. She was so numb by the absurdity of it all, that if Kreacher had jumped up on the table right then, swirling around in a tutu, she would not have noticed him. This was an ambush!
Had they all lost their marbles!?
She desperately turned to the other two, older wizards, expecting them to tell her that Harry was only joking, that this was his idea of a very early and very cruel April fools. They were dead serious, staring silently at her. She noticed something in Lupin’s eyes. Was it… pity? She suspected the two of them were only there for moral support. And maybe to hold her back if she tried to strangle The Boy Who Lived.
“Wh-what?” she stuttered, at a loss of words. “You’re kidding, right? I-I can’t. I won’t!”
“You will do it, Hermione, for us, for the order. This could spare many lives.”
“But… But… What about Ginny? Yeah, Ginny could do it! She is a lot better actor than I am, and frankly, she is more acquainted to relationships and how they work. She is a much more sensible choice.” Hermione was groping at straws.
“You know very well that’s a load of bull, Hermione. You know Malfoy better than her, and you are older and more experienced. Besides, Ginny is still at Hogwarts, remember?”
Hermione lost all hope, and felt like she was swirling down the vortex of doom. Live with Malfoy. The one person she loathed the most in this world. Who loathed her the most. She pinched herself in the arm; please let this be a nightmare! Nothing. Darn!
She searched her brain frantically, trying to find a way out. An escape. Wait! Got it!
“Pettigrew!” She breathed, “He knows how I look! He’ll recognize me!” Phew. That was close.
“C’mon `Mione, that was in our third year in Hogwarts. That’s almost five years ago. Do you really think hell recognize you? You’ll be Malfoys fiancé, he won’t connect the dots. He’s not that smart. Besides, you’ll have to do some… err… changes.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed again, “What do you mean `Changes`?”
“Well, you know how people like Malfoy are, stuck up, condescending, caring way too much about how they look….” He trailed off, noticing the dangerous spark in his best friend’s eyes.
“Not that I think you don’t care about how you look,” he said quickly, “you just have to… care more…. Have kind of a make-over…. Personally I think you are beautiful the way you are… stunning, really…” He was breathing like he’d just run a mile, with an exhausted expression.
Hermione lips were pressed together to a thin line. Not only would she have to live with Pureblood-I’m-better-than-thou-Malfoy, she also had to get dolled up like the floozies of Malfoy-world. She was doomed. Complete and utterly…
DOOMED!
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There. My very first chapter of my first story ever! You like? I’ve never done this before, so it’s kinda scary. But you won’t get anywhere if you don’t take chances, right?
So what do you think? Please review, it would make my day. I really want to know whether I should keep on writing, or if I’m just making an ass of myself. Its okay, you can tell me…
Soooo…. Give me your opinion, whatever it is. Even if it’ll make me go sit in a corner, holding myself and rocking back and forth, weeping silently. Seriously. There is nothing you can say some cake cannot fix…:p
Anyway, the next chapter will contain a more explaining, and back-story, don’t worry. I just didn’t want to bore you with all the facts in the same chapter.
By Cakeisnice
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I also *cough* do not dream about building a time machine and travel back fifteen years in time after the last book is out, bringing all the books with me, and release them as my own, basking in the glamorous glory. Wouldn’t even dream about it.
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Hermione tried to balance all the grocery bags while stressing to push down the door handle of the entry door to the HQ. She finally got a finger free and slowly managed to press said handle down and shove the door open. She was nearly sweating from the effort. She stumbled in and kicked the door close with her foot. That made her loose her balance again, and she swayed dangerously. Finally, she got herself in control, and exhaled in relief.
This was not the best hallway to fall on her face and make a ruckus. That awful woman would start howling again for sure, and it always gave Hermione a headache. Darn that painting and those unbreakable wards that kept it there!
Hermione couldn’t understand why they had made her go grocery shopping today anyway. She thought she was banned from that chore since the last time she did it. Because of her parents’ occupation and her upbringing, she apparently bought too healthy food for everyone’s taste. Well, she would certainly not make herself responsible for their rotting teeth.
Before she got to the kitchen door though, someone burst trough it and marched past her with a sneer. She only got a glimpse of white blond hair and piercing grey eyes as he flew by.
Draco Malfoy.
He was maybe the last person she wanted to see, save from the Dark Lord himself, but she could really use some help with the bags. She glared after him, but he was already out of sight. Something clearly had upset him. He didn’t even greet her with the usual “Granger”, often said along with some nasty comment about her appearance or her blood line, accompanied by a smug, condescending smirk.
“Prick,” she muttered to herself, ignoring him and continuing her struggle towards the kitchen door. As she closed in, she could hear the low chattering of many voices coming from her destination. She could feel her blood starting to boil. They had a meeting without her?! Without even notifying her, sending her out on an errand like some bloody house-elf?
She barged through the door, intending to give them a piece of her mind. As she entered, every head turned against her, and everyone immediately stopped talking. It was dead silent. Hermione’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Almost everyone in the Order was there. Why did they all look like they had been caught with their arm elbow deep in the cookie jar? Wide-eyed with blank faces, the very picture of innocence. Too innocent.
“What the bloody hell is going on in here?” She snarled, eyeing them accusingly. They all looked guilty, avoiding to look at her. Ron, who was sitting closest to her, folded his hands and seemed to find the ceiling immensely interesting. The silence stretched on.
Suddenly Ginny spoke up. “Sorry everyone, I really have to go, urgent business, you know. Good to see you, Hermione, you look really nice today.” She was babbling, standing up and rushing out the door. As if this was their queue, everyone else stood up at once, claiming into the air that they too had somewhere important to be, filing past her out the door. She could see Harry, grabbing onto Ron’s wrist as he was about to leave. There was a pleading look in his eyes.
“Ron, you’ve got to stay,” he breathed desperately.
“Sorry mate, you’re on your own on this one,” he answered, “I’ve got to go….Err…. got to feed Buckbeak. Besides, it was your idea; I really don’t see the point in it.” And with that he tore his arm free and headed for the door. He completely avoided Hermione’s gaze.
The ones left sitting at the table were Harry, Lupin and Professor Snape. Harry and Lupin looked like they were facing the gallows. Snape had a blank and unreadable expression.
“Well?” Hermione concentrated her accusing stare at the three.
“Ehm..,” Harry cleared his throat and stood up, relieving her of the bags. “You better take a seat, Hermione.”
Hermione frowned, but obeyed and sat dawn at the empty end of the table, facing them.
Harry sat down again, clearing his throat again, and looked at the other two. They both sat there looking at him, expecting him to do the talking. He sighed.
“You know how you’re always complaining that you never get to go out and do something? That we only stick you with the boring stuff, like strategy and tactics?”
Hermione brightened, “yeah?”
“Well, we’ve got an assignment for you.”
“Really?! That’s great! What is it?”
“You see, Voldemort’s followers don’t know that Malfoy switched side after his mother was killed. With his father still in Azkaban, the entire Malfoy estate now belongs to him. Therefore we have decided that he is to go undercover and pretend that he is joining the dark side. That way we can get a lot more information, and get a great advantage against them.”
Hermione looked confused, “That’s great, but I don’t se how that’s got anything to do-“
“He’s gonna need backup, `Mione. He’ll need someone to have his back if something goes wrong, someone they won’t suspect. And to be honest, we also need someone to keep an eye on him, in case he’ll get the urge to turn back to his old ways. You’re not going to like this Hermione, but we’ve discussed it, and it’s the best way.”
“Could you cut the crap, Harry, and tell me what this is all about, or do I have to shake you upside-down to rattle it out of you?” Hermione was getting annoyed. Just say it already!
“Uh, well… err… you see… we decided that someone could pretend to be his fiancé and live in the mansion with him, go along on social events and keep an eye on things. Someone from the order. Someone very smart, and talented, and.. and really good at magic. Someone like…
…You.”
His words echoed in Hermione’s head. Her mouth fell open in shock. She stared at them horrified. They had to be pulling her leg. She was so numb by the absurdity of it all, that if Kreacher had jumped up on the table right then, swirling around in a tutu, she would not have noticed him. This was an ambush!
Had they all lost their marbles!?
She desperately turned to the other two, older wizards, expecting them to tell her that Harry was only joking, that this was his idea of a very early and very cruel April fools. They were dead serious, staring silently at her. She noticed something in Lupin’s eyes. Was it… pity? She suspected the two of them were only there for moral support. And maybe to hold her back if she tried to strangle The Boy Who Lived.
“Wh-what?” she stuttered, at a loss of words. “You’re kidding, right? I-I can’t. I won’t!”
“You will do it, Hermione, for us, for the order. This could spare many lives.”
“But… But… What about Ginny? Yeah, Ginny could do it! She is a lot better actor than I am, and frankly, she is more acquainted to relationships and how they work. She is a much more sensible choice.” Hermione was groping at straws.
“You know very well that’s a load of bull, Hermione. You know Malfoy better than her, and you are older and more experienced. Besides, Ginny is still at Hogwarts, remember?”
Hermione lost all hope, and felt like she was swirling down the vortex of doom. Live with Malfoy. The one person she loathed the most in this world. Who loathed her the most. She pinched herself in the arm; please let this be a nightmare! Nothing. Darn!
She searched her brain frantically, trying to find a way out. An escape. Wait! Got it!
“Pettigrew!” She breathed, “He knows how I look! He’ll recognize me!” Phew. That was close.
“C’mon `Mione, that was in our third year in Hogwarts. That’s almost five years ago. Do you really think hell recognize you? You’ll be Malfoys fiancé, he won’t connect the dots. He’s not that smart. Besides, you’ll have to do some… err… changes.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed again, “What do you mean `Changes`?”
“Well, you know how people like Malfoy are, stuck up, condescending, caring way too much about how they look….” He trailed off, noticing the dangerous spark in his best friend’s eyes.
“Not that I think you don’t care about how you look,” he said quickly, “you just have to… care more…. Have kind of a make-over…. Personally I think you are beautiful the way you are… stunning, really…” He was breathing like he’d just run a mile, with an exhausted expression.
Hermione lips were pressed together to a thin line. Not only would she have to live with Pureblood-I’m-better-than-thou-Malfoy, she also had to get dolled up like the floozies of Malfoy-world. She was doomed. Complete and utterly…
DOOMED!
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There. My very first chapter of my first story ever! You like? I’ve never done this before, so it’s kinda scary. But you won’t get anywhere if you don’t take chances, right?
So what do you think? Please review, it would make my day. I really want to know whether I should keep on writing, or if I’m just making an ass of myself. Its okay, you can tell me…
Soooo…. Give me your opinion, whatever it is. Even if it’ll make me go sit in a corner, holding myself and rocking back and forth, weeping silently. Seriously. There is nothing you can say some cake cannot fix…:p
Anyway, the next chapter will contain a more explaining, and back-story, don’t worry. I just didn’t want to bore you with all the facts in the same chapter.