Trials Undercover

Trials Undercover

By Cakeisnice

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I also do not intend to make my future boyfriend dye his hair blond and teach him to sneer, while calling me mudblood. Not at all.


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Hermione was lying on her bed in her room at the headquarters. Just staring at the ceiling. Cursing her fate. Her bushy long brown hair was flowing over her pillow, and she was wearing jeans and a white shirt. She hadn’t even bothered to remove her shoes. Stupid Harry, ambushing her like that. But even if she hated it, she had to admit that it was a good plan. If only someone else had to do it. Anyone but her. She sighed.

After Hogwarts things had been surprisingly uneventful. The order was working at full speed of course, and so was the ministry, preparing to face the upcoming war. Harry was constantly out risking his life, desperately searching for the rest of the horcruxes, but as for the evil nemesis, Voldemort and his followers were quiet. Too quiet. It felt like the calm before the storm.

Sure, a good deal of people had mysteriously disappeared, some had wound up dead, and muggles was being tortured all over, but that wasn’t really surprising. They couldn’t exactly expect the dark side would completely shut down their nasty habits. It was just in their nature.

But with things being like this, it was really hard to nail Voldemort’s followers. They just couldn’t prove anything when they didn’t catch them in the act. There were no direct attacks, and it was making everyone walk on eggshells, waiting for the big blow. It was unbearable.


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Someone knocked on Hermione’s door.

“Go away,” was her only response. She didn’t feel like chatting.

“C’mon, Herms, it’s just me,” The sound of Ron’s pleading voice came from the hallway.

“Bugger off”.

“I’ve got cake.”

Her eyes darted to the door. Cake was nice. She got up, sighing dramatically while dragging her feet to the door. She opened it slightly, sticking her head out.

Ron was grinning nervously while reaching out a piece of chocolate cake on a plate. She quickly snagged it out of his hand. It looked delicious.

“Thought you could use some comforting, you know, after the unpleasantness.”

“Yeah, that’s an understatement,” she answered dryly through a mouthful of cake. She opened the door to let him in and they sat on her bed, she was stuffing her face while he was watching her worriedly.

“I hope Harry knows what he’s doing, forcing you to stay with that tosser. If anything would happen to you, I wouldn’t know what to-“

“Oh, don’t worry Ron,” Hermine said, after swallowing the last crumbs of that insanely delightful cake. Sadly she discovered that the plate was horribly empty. “I can handle that git, he doesn’t scare me. What I’m not crazy about, though, is to actually spend time with him and his retarded friends. They make my skin crawl.” She shivered.

Ron put his arm comforting around her shoulder, “Yeah, I know. But still, you have to be careful. You never know what that lot can come up with. We can’t be there to watch after you this-“

Hermione cut him off again, glaring at him. “I can take care of myself, Ron, and you know it!”

“Yeah, but-“

“No buts! I don’t need you or Harry to hover over every step I take. I. can. Handle. It.” She emphasized every word of her last statement, trying to verbally hammer it into his thick skull. “Now, I’m kind of tired Ron, so if you don’t mind, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sure,” he sighed reluctantly and kissed her lightly on the cheek, “`night Hermione.”

“Goodnight Ron”

After he left, she slung herself back on the bed, only bothering to kick off her shoes. She groaned loudly as she thought about the upcoming events.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day.


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The next morning when Hermione got up, she had a throbbing headache. She had not had a good night sleep, with nightmares of big, dark mansions, full of hooded people laughing and throwing curses at her. It was very unpleasant.

She rolled out of bed and threw on some new clothes; a pair of black pants and a green jumper. Then she tucked her wand in her pocket and went downstairs. The kitchen smelled like burned toast, and she found Harry trying to scrape the black off his breakfast.

“You’re such a great cook, Harry,” she said sarcastically, while getting some milk out of the fridge.

“It’s not my fault this kitchen was made in the eighteenth century. Get a microwave for gods sake.”

“Speaking of the eighteenth century, where’s Snape? And Lupin? And… everybody?” Hermione looked around, it was pretty late in the morning, she was sure she would be the last one to get up and about.

“They are all gone. Snape and Lupin went back to Hogwarts, and the Weasleys went home to the Burrow. We decided to let you sleep in, considering… the… circumstances. Besides, were getting a visitor. We figured soon was better than later, so-“

“Well, if it isn’t half the Golden Trio,” a voice drawled from behind, “If I’m interrupting anything, lovebirds, I can come back at a later time.”

Draco Malfoy was standing in the doorway in all his glory.

Hermione gave Harry an annoyed look, who just shrugged in apology. She shifted her gaze to Malfoy, with his sleek appearance and a smug look on his face. Her mood just got worse. And the best way to cure a bad mood was to make Malfoy feel even worse. She smiled sweetly to him.

“Oh, hi dear. Didn’t see you there. What a pleasant surprise,” she cooed, “tell me, when am I moving in again?”

That did the trick; his smirk was replaced by a sneer.

“Damn, Granger,” he snarled, “I just had breakfast.”

“Oh? And what did that consist of? Unicorn blood?”

He grimaced furiously, opening his mouth, undoubtedly to say something nasty, when-

“Give it up you two” Harry interrupted, “Nobody’s going to buy your act if you’re bickering like a couple of first-years.” This made them both grimace. Like he could talk, like he wasn’t worse back in Hogwarts. “Hermione, go upstairs and pack your bags. You are going to the Malfoy manor today.”

“What!?” Hermione shrieked horrified, “today?! But… but that’s just cruel, Harry.”

“The sooner you get on with this charade, the better. There is a lot to be done, and honestly Hermione, what good can you do sitting here?”

Hermione shot him an ugly look, but left the room with a snort. How dared they order her around like this?

She got upstairs and quickly packed her belongings with a spell. She wished she had Crookshanks with her, at least that way she would have someone to share her misery with. But he was at her parents house, since she thought she would be to busy to take proper care of him this year. How wrong she had been.

She sighed sadly, taking a last glance at the room she had come to call her own, before she grabbed her two suitcases and walked downstairs. As she approached the living room, she could hear Harry’s cold voice;

“-and if you hurt her, if you even lay a finger on her, I will hunt you down like the ferret you are and break your neck. That is a promise.”

Oh, for Merlin’s sake, she thought, enough of this already! She marched in, interrupting them.

“All set to go,” she announced. Harry had a stony look on his face, which melted the moment he saw her. Malfoy had an amused expression, with the usual smirk.

“Fine, let’s get this over with,” he drawled in a bored voice, “but how you’re going to convince anyone that I would even consider talking to that… that mess, let along marry her, is beyond me. Even Longbottom wouldn’t buy it, and he’s got an IQ of a retarded snail.”

Hermione saw Harry tensing up with rage, clenching his wrists, ready to lounge at the paler man, and she quickly pushed Malfoy towards the fireplace.

“Oh, go flush yourself Malfoy,” she muttered to him, forcing him to take her bags while she searched the shelves for floo powder.

“Clever Granger,” he answered with a sneer, “tell me, are you sure this brilliant idea of yours isn’t simply a complicated way of getting into my drawers? Cause if so, you are wasting your time.”

Hermione shuddered, that was a disgusting thought. “If you wanted me to vomit, Malfoy, you could have just asked. Besides, I wouldn’t even go anywhere near your drawers, even if I had a long stick with a pointy metal tip on the end to prod you with. Wait a minute,” Hermione’s eyes went dreamy, “That actually sounds kind of fun.”

And with that she drew out a jar and handed it to Malfoy, taking one of her suitcases out of his hand.

He shot her a nasty look, but took a handful of powder and quickly disappeared into the flames.

Hermione took a deep breath and followed him into the fireplace. As she threw the floo powder and said “Malfoy Manor”, she could distinctly hear Harry’s voice:

“You kids have fun!”


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Soooo, here’s my second chapter. Hope you liked it! That was a quick update, but when I saw all of your wonderful reviews, I couldn’t keep my fingers off of the keyboard. I felt so warm and fuzzy inside, thank you everyone!

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