The Powers that Bind Us

Chapter Two


HermiGranGranger walked into her house, tired more than ever. The interview with the General was more than she expected and the actual idea of her now going behind Harry in full swing, was getting to her. She knew that she was going behind his back and ruining his trust, but she had to do this. Her personal vendetta on getting one of her best friends’ family back was something she just HAD to do. This wasn’t an act of trying to get back at Harry or making her believe that they actually had a future, it was her own doing. She needed to do this for herself and to help those around her.

She dropped her bag onto the kitchen floor and grabbed a banana out of the fridge. Images flashing into her head from that horrible night. Seeing Draco there, looking smug as ever and how he brought horrible thoughts back into her mind. Images, that Hermione had pushed back into that dark corner of memories she didn’t want to remember. Memories that she would be caught dead telling anyone. Even a magical shrink, if she had one. She knew that this secret would take her to the grave, and if she had known she would be seeing Draco Malfoy again, she would have told Harry…but for some reason she didn’t. That night, when they had disgust their lovers of past she didn’t tell him of Malfoy. She didn’t mention that she had, had sex with his enemy. That she lay naked in his arms when they were at Hogwarts, that she entrusted him to help her forget about Ron.

After Hermione had found out about Ron, she had blamed herself for his treachery and she ran away, tears streaming down her face, wanting to know why, and why he would do this to her. She wondered if it actually indeed was her; if his sleeping with Pansy was a way to get back at her. For in some way, maybe he really didn’t want her in his life, and this was a way of telling her to just back off. She was so hurt and saddened that she ran away from the Gryffindor tower and cried herself into a corner of despair, not caring for anything, but her misery. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to talk to Harry, but knew the consequences would be worse. She would hurt Harry and she didn’t want to do that. If she had told Harry about Ron cheating on her and running off to screw the next living bitch, Ron and Harry’s relationship would have paid in the end, and Hermione didn’t want to see that happen on account of her.

She knew that her choices would hurt those around her and hurting Harry wasn’t her objective, she just needed to get away from Ron, calm down, and then go and talk to him, when she could stand to look at his face. She roamed the corridors for more than an hour, when she finally ran into something hard and stiff.

“Hey, watch out where you are going Granger,” she heard the piercing sound of Malfoy.

“S…ssorry,” Hermione tried to say, her heart and brain not working at the same time and not wanting to talk to Malfoy, for she knew he would just make her fill worse about herself.

“Wha…” Draco stiffened. He had never seen Granger like this before, definitely not crying in the corridor halls. What the hell was wrong with her?

Hermione started to leave, when Draco pulled her backs to him. “I know this isn’t any of my business, and I shouldn’t really care, but are you okay?”

She didn’t know what to do, but fling her arms around his neck and touched his skin. jus just wanted to cry into someone’s arms and if it was going to be Malfoy, then so be it.

Caught off guard by her act of comfort, Draco did anything a guy would do with a woman crying into their arms. He held on tight to her, still confused as to what actually was going on. Then it struck him. He knew what Pansy had finally done. He had heard her talking about how she was going to get Ronald Weasley and how she would make Granger suffer. She had succeeded. Draco smiled when he realized that he had a vulnerable woman in his arms. This was all too easy.

She cried and cried until there was no more left in her. She opened her bloodshot eyes to see her in a room of emerald green. She was in Draco’s private quarters; tucked in silk bed sheets. Fortunately, still clothed, she didn’t know how she got here, but when she opened her eyes, the face of Draco Malfoy looked over at her calmly.

“Feeling any better,” he finally said as she gazed at him.

Why was he treating her this way? He hated her, he hated their lot and she knew he couldn’t be doing this for charity. But, something deep down, in the back of her head was telling her that she really didn’t care. She didn’t care that she was in Draco’s bed or that she might face consequences later for what she was about to do.

“y-yes” she simply said, before climbing out of the slytherin’s bed. She simply walked over to him and kneeled down and pressed her lips aga his his.

Draco was surely taken aback by this change of attitude and didn’t really care. He kissed her back, more passionately than she had. Suddenly, their hot bodies where clinging to each other. They both had no clue what was going on, but at the moment didn’t give a damn. Their sweaty hot bodies where clinging to each other. Draco pressed her face closer to his as he stood up from the chair he had been sitting on. Brining her body onto his, he grabbed her ass and pushed her up onto his chest, while walking her over to the bed. His member, quite aroused now, he placed her on the bed and began to undress himself, quite quickly, for it had been a long time since he had any.

Hermione quickly undressed her own self, taking off her shirt and skirt leaving her lying in her skivvies. Draco now undressed fully climbed on top of her, not caring that she was a mudblood or that she was Granger; taking off the rest of his clothes, he through them to the ground, now fully seeing the wonder that was Hermione Granger.

Hermione could feel how thick Draco wnd wnd was growing more and more turned on by the feel of his shaft next to her leg, throbbing every second. Hermione grabbed Draco’s head and pushed him onto her face, making them lip lock for the second time that day. Draco couldn’t resist her dominatrix side and slid his hard throbbing member into her. Hermione moaned in unison with Draco at the feel of this. He moved in and out of her, making her scream in ecstasy. They wanted each other and didn’t care about the consequences afterward.

Hermione grazed her hands up and down Draco’s chest making it harder for him to control himself. Hermione screamed and clenched, when she felt an orgasm coming. This wasn’t going to help Draco and he couldn’t hold it any longer. Just as Hermione was having another orgasm, Draco succumbed to her, spilling himself into her. Their screaming stopped as Draco fell onto Hermione’s chest, lost in the passion they had just shared.

Remembering the event brought tears to her face. If anyone had known she had done that, she would be ruined. Harry would never think of her the same way again, and Ron….what would Ron say. Hermione winced at the notion. She knew that trying to let Draco get passed her was going to be a challenge in it’s self. And knowing that Ginny was stuck in his grasp brought a bad feeling. What was Draco doing to her, now that she was a potential evil candidate? The Power of Nomrah had taken Ginny and when you mixed evil with Draco Malfoy, things got destroyed. She had to keep the secret of her and Draco away from Harry, but at the same time, she wanted to tell him about them. She was ashamed of herself and who she was. She put her uneaten banana down and laid her head on the table, letting a single tear hit the slab.

~~

Pavarti Patil sang a soft bouncy song to herself as she walked into her flat. There was no sound of her roommate Hermione, but she knew that she should be coming home any minute, for it was getting late. Surprised to see Hermione in the kitchen when she walked through the living room into the dining room, Pavarti smiled. Hermione seemed to be thinking or contemplating things, for she was sipping her tea and staring out of the north window, something she only did when something was on her mind.

“Whatcha thinking about,” Pavarti asked, while setting her bag and broom down on the kitchen table, startling Hermione.

“Oh my goodness, you startled me.” Hermione exclaimed, while clasping her chest in fright.

“Sorry ‘bout’ that, I just saw you standing there in a fixed stance and I couldn’t help but wonder what possible could be on your mind.” Pavarti explained, while grabbing a banana out of the refrigerator.

Hermione smiled and turned back to her standing and thinking position. “I suppose I just have a lot on my mind as of late.”

“Telwing me,” Pavarti answered back, with a full mouthful of banana in her mouth. “Seamus keeps making hints of moving our relationship furffer.” Pavarti continued, still banana mouthed.

Hermione laughed to herself, “you sound ridicules with that thing in your mouth.

“Sowwy” Pavarti said laughing, causing a few banana bits to fall out of her open mouth.

“You are so disgusting”, Hermione mused, while now laughing herself.

Hermione sighed after Pavarti finished her banana and sat to sit next to her on one of the kitchen table chairs. They talked for more than a half an hour more about how she and Seamus’ relationship had been going. Hermione was glad to see her friend happy with herself and her love life. Hermione might have been miserable, but it made her joyful to see her good friend content. These things always made Hermione really think about and be grateful for what she was risking to make those around her happy.

When the magical clock struck six, Hermione stretched out of her chair, in direction of the stove to make her and Pavarti dinner. Her other house mates, where still not home yet and she was starting to get hungry. Knowing them, she knew that they would be late as usual, she hardly ever waited anymore. But, just as if on cue, there was a loud commotion coming from the front door. Fred, George, and Harry stood in the doorway, stuck in thorwaorway. Apparently, they had all apparated at that same moment and where now stuck in the door aisle. It was rather amusing to see three fairly large men try and squeeze their way out. Pavarti just stood and laughed at the scene, it was rather hilarious. Hermione tried to not give Harry a happy look, but couldn’t stop herself. He suddenly glanced up at her, noticing her rather amused smile. He smiled back and her, while laughing at his idiocy. Hermione quickly changed her pace, and frowned and walked away from them, to start dinner.

Harry had called out after her though; she turned around to a quizzical look.

“What,” she asked innocently.

“All of you, I need to talk to you in the front room,” He said motioning them all to the couches in the cloud decorated room.

Confused Hermione glanced up at him and slowly walked into the room, immediately sitting herself next to George. They all looked at Harry expectantly, not really expecting anything, profound, but they looked at him all the same anyhow. George burst out a laugh, which made Harry frown.

“What?” He asked confused.

“Nothing mate, you just look…funny, that’s all; trying to be proper and all. It’s nothing; I just thought it looked funny.

Harry brought his lips to a smile, while shoving his foot into George’s shin.

“Hey!” George said, grabbing his bruised shin. Harry smiled on and cleared his throat.

“Anyway, I have an announcement about our house hunting. I believe that I have found the one. It’s a beautiful edifice.” Harry said grinning.

Harry then explained everything that the house had to offer, its luscious back yard, the rooms, the terrace. When he was finished, he glanced at his roommates. All smiling faces came into view. Fred and George where bright eyed, along with Pavarti. Except that Hermione could only amuse a small smile.

“Sounds great mate,” Fred exclaimed.

“So when can we see this place,” Pavarti asked excitingly

“Tonight at seven, can you all make it?” Harry asked expectantly.

They all agreed to take a gander at the building after dinner. Trying to not worry about Hermione, Harry smiled as they all made dinner, ate, and then headed to the flat.

~~

Katrina stared at him, eying his flat expression he had upon her face. He didn’t look too pleased with her, Katrina wondered why. She couldn’t remember anything she had done as of late to piss him off. In the past she would intentionally do bitchy things just to get him riled, which usually ended up with him irritated and Katrina pleased with herself. But, she couldn’t think of anything or any behavior that she may have portrayed to get him this angry. She could tell that he wasn’t the least bit pleased with her, for the vein above his temple was bulging.

“Lose a bet; you know if you leave your face in that position, that vein is going to pop.” Katrina mused, while turning back to the window, making a small laugh.

“Shut the fuck up, you know exactly why I am upset with you Mordark.” Malfoy yelled, angry with her disrespect and attitude.

She turned around slowly, now eyeing him with annoyance.

“What the hell are you talking about? I have done nothing to upset the sweet little bitch”

Katrina yelled back at him, with a hint of jealousy to her voice. She hated the bitch and she hated this damn conversation they were having over the tosser. She knew that he was just coming to talk to her about something that she “might” have done to the poor little Nomrah cursed bitch. And frankly, she couldn’t give a damn.

“Since when do you have the right to send her poisoned food, have a guard follow her, and try to curse her into oblivion? When you know she can’t be touched with magic. This is getting ridicules Katrina. You are out of control and you know perfectly well that she is none of your concern, but that of The Masters. Ginny is under strict protection from The Master and you are ruining my stance in her court. I would trust that you wouldn’t jeopardize our living arrangements, my stance or our relationship.”

He was fuming.

“Our relationship?” she repeated, knowing exactly that what they had was not a relationship. “We have no relationship Draco Malfoy, and if we have had one as of late, I surely was not in attendance. All you do with this relationship is making sure I’m not messing whatever the fuck we have. Since that bitch Weasley came to you, all you have been doing is fantasizing over her. I’m sure that if it weren’t for Michele, you would have shagged her left and right until every morning by now.” Katrina could feel her temple rising.

“How dare you call the master by her first name, you know exactly that, that is forbidden. Also, I do not have relations with her and I will feel what way I want to. For your information, what I do in my spare time is none of your concern. You are to obey the rules of this household and that of the court and if you ever step out of line. I will personally send you to The Master and have her deal with your disrespect. I will not put up with this change of attitude from you…is that clear?”

Katrina gave him a rather disturbing look, which looked comical.

“You pompous ass, if you believe that I am just going to sit here and be your little bitch, you have another thing coming to you Malfoy. I am not your plaything, nor will I ever be. Get out of my room this instant.” She said, pointing her long fore-finger to the front door, while her other hand grabbed for her wand.

Knowing that he wasn’t going to win the battle that was being waged between the two of them, he turned around in defeat, wishing he never had brought her to the mansion or to the court. She was just causing problems and was making his life a living hell. It seemed as of late all he was doing was covering up for the witch. She was causing havoc everywhere; cursing his workers for not abiding to her biddings. With all of Katrina’s games, it was giving Ginny a rather large headache. Draco was worried about this, because they were still not completely aware of all the side affects the Power of Nomrah empowered. It was true that the spell that was encompassed onto Patricia Standling was given incorrectly, and that it had gone astray. The actual ritual in her case was preformed poorly and that was why her side effects were deadly. But, since he knew that Ginny’s case was given the proper ritual, he had yet to see any strange behavior on her part.

She certainly had become the opposite of what she had been previously. She was no longer the woman that was sweet and kind. She was no longer a woman who hated him more than anything, or a woman that wanted to get away from the evil community or away from The Master. She was now a devilish villain, who loved torturing muggles and people below her. He loved the competition she was causing Katrina, who he knew hated. The competition Katrina was having with Ginny was just wonderful. He knew that Katrina was a jealous being and her actually kingking that Ginny was a threat was such a jolt for his excitement that he almost always forgot of her treachery. He may have liked her actions of trying to keep what “is hers” but, sas cas causing way too much turmoil.

It needed to be stopped. Instead of staying for something he didn’t want to deal with at the moment, he quickly stepped out of her quarters and walked down to Ginny’s sleeping lodgings. He knew she would still be asleep, due to her long night with another muggle. She loved making others squirm in pain and enjoyed causing them anxiety, it was something he prized. She no longer was a Weasley, but a project he and The Master were quite fond of. He knocked twice, before walking into the room.

Katrina watched him leave her area, and pleased and hot headed with their argument, grabbed the nearest lamp, where she was standing and threw it hard against the wall, letting the light fixture smash into a million pieces.

~~

Ronald Weasley sat peacefully in his London flat reading a new issue of Bewitching Times, a new magazine devoted to famous witches and wizards. The magazine portrayed what the well known wizards and witches were doing, who they were dating and random spottings. The magazine wasn’t what Ron normally read, but it was the the same to him. He mused when he caught a glimpse of himself in an article on new cloaks. He didn’t think he was that much of an interest that he needed to duck when he saw reporters. Apparently he now had to. He didn’t remember his hair looking that bad that day.

Ron sighed and threw the reading material onto a nearby table, and laughed to himself, getting over his arrogant attitude. He didn’t like being the apple of everyone’s eye, especially the publics. Since the now reported missing of Ginny Weasley, the Daily Prophet was now following him like a brand new candidate for Wizard of the Year. It was annoying.

He hated the spectacle they were making of him, he wasn’t that interesting. And what they were actually doing, talking about his sister as if she were dead, was pissing him and his family off. He knew that she wasn’t dead. She was alive and evil. Remembering this was just as bad as anything he had ever felt and the damn press was making it worse day by day. It was true that he had tried to get over his pain, but nothing ever helped. Alcohol surely didn’t help, it just made him feel sorry for himself, and Ron hated feeling that way. Women, just made him happy for short periods of time, and just made him realize that he had dated, had been with a dark witch who had been going behins bas back for more than half a year. He felt used.

But most men felt used when women acted that way, he would just have to deal with the anxiety and the loss of a good family relation. He knew that he had to find his sister, where ever she was now, but until they actually found the exact place where she was given the Power of Nomrah, they were trapped between the loss of Ginny and between finding another way and cure. From what Ron had remembered the only way Ron could revive Ginny from her state of aura change was to find the actual ritual location of the spell and then find her (where ever she happened to be now) and then reverse the spell. At a time, Ron had actually believed there was hope. But, to his dismay, the Cornwall mansion had disappeared without a trace. The Ministry felt that Malfoy might have devised a spell enabling them to see it. There was no way, they could have just made the building disappear….could they?

He knew that the magical community was able to make other places unable to the muggle community; for example being, Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade. But, whoever heard of a place being hidden from other wizards. The idea was poposterous.

Ron had tried to find out any information but, he just like the rest of his co-workers were at a loss. Ron tried to disclose himself from friends and his family’s presence, but Harry would have none of it. He knew what his friend was doing,m dom doing it himself at Hogwarts, and wouldn’t let Ron hide himself away. In the end, Ron was thankful that Harry was there for him and his wellbeing. There would be no way out, Ron had to face the reality that his sister was lost to him.

Ron had tried to date, the normal way, not through an agency, but nothing ever worked. For some reason, he just couldn’t find someone that fit his personalities or his taste. He sometimes thought that he was still stuck up on Melissa; the way she had ruined him, but he hated her with such animosity that he pushed that thought to the back of his mind and rarely thought of it again.

This went on for sometime, when he was introduced to a nice young lady, who Ron found rather pleasant. She wasn’t like most witches, she was very kind and didn’t care that he was famous. Ron had been on two dates with the lovely being so far, and things seemed to be going farley well, he was just afraid he would push her away like the rest. He promised himself that he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t at least push her away because of some lazy ass excuse. He knew he probably wouldn’t marry her, but she was a prospect at least.

Ron smiled as he walked outside to see two birds perched on his porch. The littlest things were amusing to him now. He felt older than he was. Where was all that excitement he once had? The upbeat Ron, who partied with his best friends, who liked having their company?.

He needed to get that person back. He just didn’t know how. Ron knew that Harry would always be there for him…but with all this change of pace, where was Hermione? What the hell was she doing, that she couldn’t spend two minutes with her old friend? He really didn’t know what was going on with her as of late. She was being more distant than he was, and he couldn’t place what was wrong with her. She wasn’t talking to Harry, she wasn’t talking to him. It just seemed that she only talked to Pavarti now.

Trying to not think of bad things, Ron smiled when there was a knock at his door. It was Courtney; the new girl he was seeing. She was looking nice when he opened the door to a flowery dress. He smiled again and grabbed her by the elbow and led her to the streets of London.


~~

“This place is smashing Harry, how did you find it?” Fred asked, while running from room to the next, just like a lost puppy.

“I saw it on my way from work and thought I’d stop in to see if the inside looked just as good as the outside did.” Harry said, while laughing.

Fred and George seemed to enjoy the house, but he wasn’t worried about them, he was worried if she would like it. If she liked it, then they would get it. That’s all he cared about at the moment. He watched her glance from each room with a hint of excitement to her eyes. Unfortunately, it was only a hint. During the past couple of months, he had been having trouble reading her. She used to be easy to tell, now she was hard to please it seemed. Harry sighed, when she ignored his glance at her.
She walked over to an excited Pavarti.

“What do you think?” Hermione whispered, still ignoring Harry’s expectant glances.

“I think this place is wonderful, Pavarti said back, not realizing that Hermione wanted to keep quiet.

“Well I suppose we should get it. Harry how much is this place, how do you even know we can afford it?” Hermione asked Harry now directing her attention to him. She knew that not speaking to him about financial things would not be hard to not do.

He perked up upon hearing her direct her attention to him. Her bright brown looking at him with a quizzical look gave him a jolt.

“Harry….didn’t you hear me?” she repeated, a little more sternly.

“Uh…yes,” Harry stammered. “We can afford it, don’t worry about that.” He said while giving her a little grin.

She ignored his excitement and turned back to her friend who was still gazing at how big the kitchen was. She was in heaven, Hermione mused.

“The cabinet space….have you seen the cabinet space?” Pavarti asked enthusiastically. Hermione guessed what Pavarti loved the most about the house.

“Well looks like you like the place, I see that you are in?” Hermione said, while gazing into the cabinets herself.

“And you’re not?”artiarti asked sarcastically. “Who wouldn’t? This place is magnificent.” She continued to say, ignoring Hermione’s mood.

“It’s okay” Hermione said now glancing at the backyard from one of the kitchen windows.

“Okay hold the owl! “What is with you lately? You are moody, you aren’t talking to Harry….I don’t understand it Hermione?” Pavarti said, now giving her a warning look.

“It’s nothing; I am just not feeling right…sick maybe.” Hermione lied. In order for her to keep her secret safe she had to keep it from everyone, and that also meant Pavarti.

Pavarti didn’t push. She knew Hermione and knew that in time, she would disclose what was really bothering her. “Well I say we buy it,” she said to the new visitors of the kitchen, who had just walked in.

Hermione glanced up at the saleswoman followed by Harry, Fred and George. They all sd had happy about the decision. Hermione simply smiled then gave Harry a small glance, which fortunately he didn’t catch. In order for her to pull her ministry dealings, she would have to learn how to deal with her emotions more and deal with the pain in her gut. The pain of wanting Harry to hold her and tell her it was okay. But…she couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t let any of her friends get hurt. Not ever again.


~~

Diagon Alley the next morning was clear as a November sky. The windows she had cleaned; sparkled with sunlight and she knew that no matter how much she would clean t the they never looked this good other then in the daybreak. Normally throughout the day, the sun would cast over the Weasley’s shop and her convenient store would be cast aside to the brightness of the sun. Three Witches Grocer was a nice little store that was based in the middle of Diagon Alley that brought fresh food, meat and dairy to the wizarding community. The store had been fairy new, but in its short time had become very well known and populated.

The store manager Marcus Mordark ran the store and was a very strict man who didn’t approve of incompetence. She tried to never look at him straight in the eye, for he had told her to keep her eyes on the work and never on him. She had obeyed his requests respectfully. She didn’t really appreciate the man she worked for, but loved the public and the hard work she had put into the grocer. Three Witches was her home and love. She may not have been the owner of the building and company. But, she felt that she had put herself into it and that she belonged to it and it belonged to her. She smiled as she swept up and down the aisles, singing softly to herself a new song she had heard on Charming Station 95.5 that morning. When she heard a familiar bell sing, she rushed to the front door, to great the newest customer of the day.

“Well hello Mr. Brighten, how are you doing this lovely morning?” she asked the elderly man.

“Well sweetheart, I’m just doing dandy. Thought I’d stop by and buy some of those strawberry gnomes I’ve been hearill all about; never too early for a good treat. That’s what I tell my Mary Ann. She just shakes her head at me and calls me a goon.”

She laughed as the man chuckled and went to his shopping. She always loved the elderly wizards and witches. Always put a step in her giddy up. She smiled when another lady walked through the grocer. It was Molly Weasley, the mother of the Ronald Weasley; a boy in which she knew very well.

“Well hello there Cho, its lovely to see you this morning.” Molly said, giving the girl a small squeeze of her shoulder as she walked by.

Cho watched as Molly walked pleasantly by to do her shopping, leaving her to smile back at her. She loved that family and felt terrible for what they had gone through; their daughter missing; presumed dead. Cho wondered how she could look so happy, when there was so much turmoil. It was a horrifying thing to go through. Cho wished there was something she could do. But, alas…she was only one person; a person who only worked in a grocer.

Cho sighed then went on with her duties; ignoring the evil glares of her boss, Marcus Mordark; a man who disliked everyone around him. She never understood how he could run such a well driven company in the middle of Diagon Alley and hate people. It was crazy. Cho didn’t want to ess ess her feelings to him though. She knew that he wouldn’t like what she had to say. That’s why Cho kept her mouth shut tight, not uttering “sounds of annoyance”. Something he had once called her voice.

The first day she came to work for the store, she immediately recognized her future employer. She remembered him from Hogwarts when she was there. The man wae sae same age as her, yet didn’t want her to know that they were of the same epoch. His attitude and gruesomeness had shown that. She instantly remembered what house he was in though. Slytherin, not the most famous of houses, it surprised her that he ended up being a grocery store owner, instead of an evil wizard. Sometimes, Cho thought he was practicing, but was too afraid to investigate.

He was after all the brother of one of the most wanted woman of the age; Katrina Mordark. That was definitely not a woman you wanted to cross. She was one of the most renowned witches who had slaughtered and killed over two hundred muggles. The idea of her actually working for the brother of this murderer was frightening in itself, but Cho needed to work, and this just happened to be the place that was hiring at the time. She had no other options.

Cho smiled and greeted more customers, trying not tmembmember just who her employer was related to. She knew the consequences. And slacking off was not worth it. She smiled when she noticed a friendly pair of eyes now walking into the store. First, Molly Weasley…now her son! What were the possibilities!

“Well, what a surprise!” She mused as he came walking in, his bouncy red hair lifting her mood.

“Cho! How are you? I didn’t know you worked here!” Ron said almost spitting all over the girl in front of him. He certainly wasn’t expecting to see her of all places.

“Yeah, I started about a month ago….how have you been?” She realized how idiotic the question was and tried to change it, but he was already answering her.

“Been better, but things are moving along.”


“I’m so glad to see you here; it’s been so long since we have talked. I think the last time we saw each other was.”

“In Diagon Alley last year” They both said in unison, now causing both of them to laugh out loud.

“We should get together sometime, have dinner!” Roned, ed, immediately taking it back. What was he doing? He had a girl already. He couldn’t just take it back though, that would be rude.

“Sure, just owl me sometime.” Cho said, trying to speed up the conversation. She didn’t want to get caught socializing with customers. That was a big no, no in Marcus Mordark’s book.

Noticing that she was trying to hurry up the conversation, Ron smiled and nodded, then said his goodbye and went on with his shopping, pleased, yet worrieout out their conversation.

She watched him go about his shopping, thankful that she didn’t get caught and thankful he had finally asked her to dinner. This was turning out to be a good day after all.

~~

Katrina Mordark paced her oval mahogany room back and forth for nearly and hour and a half, before she finally realized that she couldn’t wait for some waiter to bring her food. She had to go to them. She might have still been angry with Malfoy and his incompetence to pay attention to her, but she still needed to eat. She could give a rat’s ass what he thought about her or what he did with his piece, but she still needed to protect what was hers and pay Ginny a little visit after her lunch. She would let her know just what was hers and where she belonged in the world of Malfoy.

She made her way to the kitchens and saw the master cook and Michele’s cronies eating some stew he had cooked up for them. Upon her entrance, their once chatty conversation moved down to a minimal whiper.

“Well doesn’t this look nice.All her bitches sitting in a row!” Katrina commented. She loved riling them up when they knew perfectly clear, that they couldn’t do shit to her.

“Leave them be Katr” ca” came a familiar voice.

Katrina turned around to see Kersten Storm, leaning against a table with a smug expression. Katrina gave an annoyed look to the old friend and continued on her destination of “lunch”.

Kersten, however kept talking.

“You’re wasting your time you know,” Kersten spat as she walked by.


“Well I do have to eat…it’s what keeps me alive.” Katrina said with a gleam in her eye.

“I meant with Draco, he’s obviously made up his mind on the Weasley. You are just old news to him Mordark.” Kersten commented; knowing just how to rile up her old friend. Since Hogwarts, Katrina and Malfoy had been a pie and a pod. Sole mates some used to say. And she knew the thought of Draco swaying off to another was killing her. Kersten couldn’t blame her, she knew what that meant, once having it herself. But, those times were gone for Kersten, as were the times for Katrina.

Kersten felt bad for Katrina, but also knew Kaa woa wouldn’t take no for an answer. According to Kersten she was counting on Katrina going of and ruining Ginny. The only reason everyone was putting up with Katrina was because of this. Katrina had grown into a very powerful evil witch that wouldn’t put up with crap or bullshit. She had grown up into one of the most feared withes of the time, and with just enough anger she was soon or later going to “pop” and ruin what Draco had in store for Ginny Weasley. It was a more than perfect plan. Katrina was the only one who could ruin it for them.

She might have been a good witch, but she couldn’t control her anger, and she had been known to “pop” before the weasel had been set. Kersten had to keep a good eye on her. Let her know that what Kersten’s plan for the Mordark actually were, would be Katrina’s all a long. Make her believe she had came up with the idea was more than a brilliant idea. Kersten smiled as she saw the lazy smile crease upon Katrina’s lips.

“I know what you meant! Don’t worry; I have it all under control.” Katrina reassured Kersten, although back in her mind there was no control. Not even a bit.

Katrina continued with ordering the cook to make her food, when Kersten moved to her side, still eyeing her with contempt.

“I see what you are feeling Katrina. Anger, disappointment, distrust; we all see it. How he tricked you into love, how he is using you and fucking that Ginny girl.”

“Shut up you whore. I will handle my own ordeals and I will make sure that what he puts in her will be in me. And from now on, I suggest you stay out of my affairs, or you will have trouble.” Katrina spat, while grabbing her sandwich and running out of the kitchen.


Michele Stone sn thn the floor of a cold, rusty, metal cell. She was playing with her fingernails at the moment and didn’t think they were clean enough. For some reason, how ever much she tried to clean them, they just wouldn’t stay uncontaminated. Always dirty, she thought to herself. The day’s events, in her mind, had been unproductive. For she had to yet scream in pain from a magical curse brought upon her, had yet to writhe in pain from the blasts to her face, or had yet to cry into her hands. Today was a good day in fact; neither guards nor the “master” as they called her had yet to see her.

She knew the consequences for trying anything more though. During the duration of her imprisonment, she had tried, multiple of times to escape. But, to her misfortune, she had been punished severely for her act of treachery. She didn’t know why they were keeping her, spending the time cursing her. Why didn’t they just end the punishment and kill her? But, she knew that the “master” wanted her for some other purpose. Whatever this purpose could be, Michele Stone had no idea. She knew that she wasn’t the only captive that was being mistreated though. She had heard multiple screams of her other team. Charles was tortured daily, just as she was. But, his torture included ways in which Michele did not know of.

She had never seen any of her friends being tortured or hurt. She would only hear the cries of pain and agony released from their mouths when they were in pain. She knew that when they were being mistreated that it would be awhile before hers would be next. That was always somewhat of a comfort to her; a comfort in which she dreaded. She hated feeling this way. Trapped inside a hell hole with no way out, no way of escaping this magical bind Draco Malfoy had upon her.

She dreamed every night of escaping, clasping her cold spiny fingers around Draco Malfoy’s neck and squeezing tightly until, life no longer existed. She wouldn’t use magic. She would use her own hands to take his life, just how he was taking hers, just how he took away her soul. He left here to rot, without to know if her beloved was safe and secure. She had not seen her one true love in several months and was starting to question if he was alive. But, somehow she thought that Draco Malfoy wanted to do more with his father then just kill him. Make him suffer, that’s what he wanted to do. He wanted to make her love fill pain and agony. She hated him for it. She hated the scum that he was.

But, there was nothing she could do in her predicament. She was trapped in a world with no windows and no way of escape. She mused, if only Ronald Weasley could see her now. He’d laugh and tell her that she deserved what she got. She hated the little dick, and hated that he had escaped and she hadn’t. How stupid were they to burst into Draco Malfoy’s circle. Did they actually think they could have pulled such a sting off? They certainly had thought that then, what idiots were they?

Melissa leaned back against the cold plated metal and sighed, she sighed more and more these days; wishing for things that she would r har have. She was about to drift into a disturbing slumber, when she heard the dreadful sounds; the dreadful sounds of shoe against floor. They had came for her.

~~

Seamus Finigan stared at his auburn designed desk, while his mind trickled with memories and thoughts of what his life had turned into. For the past three months he had the great opportunity to be the loving fiancé to Pavarti Patil, a gorgeous model and woman. He had the pleasure of taking her to bed every night. The pleasure of stroking her hair until his fingers grew weak and the pleasure of seeing their future unfold into a beautiful relationship.

He knew that he wasn’t worthy of her, he wasn’t the type of person who usually married beautiful and gorgeous women. He was Seamus Finnigan, Draco Malfoy was the type who dated women like her, not him. He knew this, and was grateful that she had picked him…him. The thought of her actually wanting him was a fantasy and his actual fantasy coming true was amazing in itself. Everyday he would sit at his boring desk job and stare at the talking chandelier waiting until he could see her again, to hold her again. Almost everyday he wanted to forget work just so he could watch her face with excitement.

Imagining her, he decided that he would work on his clients and think about her when he could get a moment to himself. But, for now he had a meeting with Marcus Mordark and about his finances. He had either not cared or didn’t know what he was going to do about his payments. The man usually spent a good amount of time working on his grocery store that was located in Diagon Alley, but he had yet to stop by for two whole months, which was the cause for this particular visit.

Seamus smiled to the unhappy gentlemen as he stepped into his square office and sat down, without a handshake. The two of them, stared at each other for a moment or two, before Marcus pulled out a small file folder and slapped it onto the desk, causing a pieces of lint to fly off of Seamus’ desk.

“Fix this,” was all he said, while giving Seamus an evil glance.

Giving himself some space between Mr. Mordark, Seamus stood up from his desk and walked over to the window. “Mr. Mordark, you have not been here for your finances in more than two months. If you expect me to be your accountant anymore, you are sadly mistaken. I will not be responsible for your poor actions.” Seamus knew this was a bad decision, but he wasn’t going to be responsible for this man; even if he was evil or not.

The man sitting at the auburn desk didn’t seem happy one bit.

“If that’s how it is going to be, Mr. Finnigan, you will not hear the end of this.” Marcus said, angrily, staring at the man in front of him. He hated the prick. He wouldn’t let some meaningless being be low to him. He gave the accountant one last look of disgust and walked out of the room, slamming the door on his way out.