Dancing With Dragons

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AND THANKS to everyone who is still reading and everyone that has reviewed. This Chapter is where things start to get complicated and turn. I think in a couple more chapter the final explosive battle will happen BUT who knows if that will be the end for Hermione's and Draco's troubled love affair. The start of this chapter is a little fluffy and I was just having too much fun writing it but trust the end might surprise.

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CHAPTER 27 Soulless Bastards Always Finish First:

Hermione had just finally felt the warmth of the water warm her all the way through when she heard a noise. She stiffened. She had picked the farthest bath incase someone happened to barge in, but it was very late to be up. Anyone up that late and going in the prefects’ bathroom was normally only up to two things; fucking or hiding. She slid the wand off the side of the large tub and put out the lights. She listened hard but didn’t hear anything until suddenly a small voice reverberated around the room. She couldn’t make out what the person or persons were saying. She strained to hear.

She stilled, trying to calm her breathing. She ducked so that only her eyes peered over the edge of the tub as she heard slow footsteps. Even though there was a slight echo she was sure it was only one pair of footsteps. That was odd. Maybe someone else just had the same idea as her. But it would mostly have to be another prefect and seeing how most of them hated her it really wasn’t a sigh of relief. Or worse it could be a professor.

Light from someone’s wand flashed around the corner and Hermione suddenly realized she’d forgotten that she had pulled her clothes off haphazardly. She could tell the light was getting closer. She started to shake. What if it was Amycus? What if it was Snape or another Death Eater? She pulled her wand closer to her damp body and didn’t breathe. She didn’t like the idea of battling with out her clothing on, but reasoning out of it probably wouldn’t be an option. Shit!

The footsteps were slow but steady as they rounded the corner, flashing the light back and fourth around the room. One more step, she though, and they would see her clothing. Then they would know someone was in here and she would be unable to hide. She raised her wand trying desperately to think of away to bring her clothes to her without giving herself away. She raised her wand slightly just as the unknown person took a step closer and flashed their wand light over her clothes. She froze in time. What could she do?

“Where the hell are you taking me you puff.” Malfoy said slurring.

“To the old prefects bathroom that no one uses anymore, at least not during the day.” Zabini who didn’t hold his liquor as well as Malfoy, wagged his eyebrows in a comical fashion.

“What the bloody hell for? If you think you can seduce me into a warm tub of water…”

“Shut up, and you think I am the fruit. If you hadn’t been so busy trying to seduce Granger this year and then hobnobbing you might have known this is the new place to shag. I’ve caught quite a few people getting their rocks off down here.”

“Shut up about Granger and I have not been hobnobbing you uncouth prick. And whoooo on Merlin’s bloody beard have you caught fucking? There are some people I’d really not like to see naked. Like most of the Huffelpuffs.”

“Please. You fucked a few Huffelpuffs in your day mate. Plus, you, your not gonna be disappointed. I once caught Maria Stuttermier and Elizabath Kilt in there.”

“Taking a bath each other and a couple of blokes? Luck bastards.”

Zabini gave him eyes if he was being dense on purpose. “No you puff. They weren’t here with blokes and they were going a bloody hell sight more than taking a bath together.”

“But I’ve fucked them both. Just last year!”

Zabini laughed wildly and took a swig of the bottle and passed it to Malfoy. “Well, well doesn’t that just wound the old Malfoy pride? Can’t win them all mate.” Malfoy gave him a hard push but they both laughed drunken laughs and continued to the prefects’ bathroom.
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“Hermione?” Came a small girlish voice as the wand light spun and hit Hermione directly in the face.
Both the girls screamed. She screamed because the voice was a soft, girlish voice she wasn’t expecting.

“Ginny?”

“Yes! Merlin Hermione you almost gave me a heart attack.”

“I’m not the one sneaking up on people while they are trying to bath,” she said but it didn’t really hold any bite to it. She was too relieved that it was just Ginny.

“At two in fucking morning!”

“Do you mind,” Hermione said waving her wet hand around.

“Oh.” Ginny extinguished the light and than suddenly the dim lights of bathroom around her tub came back on. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just figured you might be here. I know it was you favorite place to go to be alone. I wasn’t going to come looking for you. I figured you needed some time alone, but it has been over two hours. I started to get worried and came looking for you.”

“Well I’m fine.” Hermione sounded pouty even to herself.

“I can see that.” The other girl gathered Hermione’s clothes and folded them. Hermione watched her in silence. When finally the deed was done Ginny looked at her. “You shouldn’t be here Mione. It’s too dangerous.”

“I know but no one comes here anymore.”

“Not true. You don’t patrol around here much, but Lavender does. She says it has become the new love nest.”

Hermione looked around her and suddenly imaged all the sex that had probably went on in here. She made a face. “Ewww.”

Ginny laughed. She moved closer to the tub, slipped her Mary Janes off, took her robes off, and rolled up her jeans. “May I?”

Hermione nodded her head. She felt a little uncomfortable because she didn’t do casual nudity but Ginny was like a sister. Plus the lights were dim enough that she probably couldn’t see anything that was under the water. Ginny sat on the edge of the tube across from her and slipped her feet in.

“Listen Hermione, what I did tonight was really uncalled for. I can’t really apologize enough. What I almost said in front of everyone was really cruel.”

“Yea it was Ginny. I don’t get it.”

“I didn’t mean to, not in front of everyone. It was like I forgot it wasn’t just you and me. I mean I guess I just felt hurt about you being so distant. We haven’t talked much after that night you told me about Malfoy, which makes so many more things make sense now. There was also the journal you never told me about. And now you wouldn’t talk to me at all. It just feels like you don’t trust me.”

“I do trust you. I just haven’t processed it all, you know? And I couldn’t tell you about the journal. I am sorry for that but I didn’t deserve what you said and almost said tonight. I don’t blame you if you don’t like me much right not or even trust me because of Malfoy but I trust you. I am not going to let him get in my way anymore.”

“I know you couldn’t tell me about the journal, but it still hurt.” She put up a finger when Hermione tried to say something. “Let me finish. Please?” Hermione shook her head. “It’s just I love Ron and Harry just as much as you and I am hurt that they couldn’t or wouldn’t trust me with whatever information or mission they gave you. I am just as close, no? But I should not have taken that out on you, especially when they have done similar to you. And the Malfoy thing is a huge shock to me. I don’t get it and I really don’t like it. I would be lying if it didn’t make me think about how it might change things. Would you put yourself or others at risk for him? Has or had he really changed? Would your lo…lo…love for him make you weak?”

Hermione scowled but she had thought all of the same things at one time or another. “Ginny…” she started.

“No, let me finish. And I would be lying again if I said it still doesn’t worry me at times, but I know deep within myself that you will do the best for yourself and those you love. Maybe Malfoy is one of them and I don’t get it but I am trying. It’s just a lot for me to get my head around. I..I…”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”

“Well for one, the last couple of days you’ve been distracted, but before that I didn’t want you to feel sorry for confiding in me. I wanted to be opened minded, but it’s been hard.”

“I know. I don’t really get it either Ginny, but there are times when Malfoy can be a good person. Wait! I’m not saying that side is salvageable but that doesn’t mean it’s not true or not precious. He has done a lot of things to keep my ass out of trouble at the risk of his own hide. I cannot just forget that. I would be lying if I said it doesn’t make me think differently about this war. How many are just like Malfoy? I can’t say that if I have to I will want to kill Malfoy. But we have had that conversation and you know my answer.”

“I am sorry for that Hermione. I just wish you could see him as you always did.”

“I don’t.”

Ginny looked shocked for a second. “Why not?”

“For one, it would be a worthless wish. I’ve seen it and it can’t be unseen. And I liked seeing that side of him. It gives me a little hope. Not all bad people are all bad. The world is not black and white Ginny. I cannot just suddenly stop loving him.”

“Ugh Mione don’t say that.” Ginny looked down at her submerged feet and splashed them slightly.

“Gin,” Hermione said sternly.

“Sorry.” Their conversation lulled for a bit and then picked up on lighter topics. Hermione magically put her bra and panties back on through the water and invited Gin to join her. The other girl went down to her undies and they turned the bath into a Jacuzzi hot tub, muggle style. This seemed to make Ginny happy, which in turn made Hermione happy. It had been a while. They lulled in and out of conversation for a while. Hermione almost forgot where they were when she heard the distant chime of the school clock. It must have been three in the morning. She said so.

“Just a little while longer Mione. We don’t have to get up for class or anything tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Just as she sunk in a little lower and couldn’t hear much over the murmur of the soft roaring jet the dim lights went up, they were almost blazing to her eyes that had adjusted to the almost dark. Both the girls jumped. Wands pointed.

“My my, who did we find here?” Who did they find? Draco fucking Malfoy and…Zabini?
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Harry Potter looked broken and terribly worn. He was staring at his best mate who looked just as good as Harry himself. “Are you ready mate?” Ron gave him weary but serious eyes.
“I’m not going to fail you this time Harry.” Ron said between hurt and embarrassment.

For the first time Harry had a tinge of feeling but he squashed it. “I know. I’m just making sure. I am not feel so great about this either, but it had to be done.” This was probably the most they had said to each other at one time. The journey was too back braking for much talk.

“Ready as I will ever be,” Ron said this time. They were surrounded by dark tense woods. Harry wasn’t even sure he knew where they really were. Some woods in Romania somewhere. Dumbledore’s biography had led them here. Harry was sure that there was a connection between him knowing Grindelwald, the fair tale book of which held the story Hermione had told him that night at the graveyard, and the symbol that had been in the book, on Mr. Lovegood’s shirt at the wedding, and on those old graves. There just had to be. He knew if Hermione was here she wouldn’t have approved but Ron was willing to do what ever Harry asked. They had come to find out more about the myths they had gotten in bits and pieces. The myth they had forced out of Mr. Lovegood before Death Eaters had blasted their way into the house. ‘The Hallows,’ Harry thought looking down at the locket.

That’s what had brought them here after a hard good-buy with Hagrid and Dean. On the way they here had come across a radio. After they were done they would be sure to listen again tonight in hopes of hearing something. Fred and George were amazing.

But first, now that they had the sword and were far from England for now, they had to destroy this thing. Harry stared down at it and kept going through intense emotions of hate and wanting nothing more than to keep it forever. He felt so torn, but he knew he had to do this. He thought about Ron, Hermione, Fred and George and their amazing show, and lastly he thought about Ginny and that made him raise the sword and stab at the evil thing on the ground. They both screamed from pain. It was like some physical loss. The pain blinded Harry and Ron for a moment but he kept fighting to work the sword all the way through the locket. After some time they both laid on the ground. Ron spoke first,

“The journal, the locket, the ring all gone, Harry. I wish we could tell Hermione.”

“I know.” Harry voice was harsh, he thought of Ginny’s message. How hard it had been not to go right to Hogwarts and make sure his friends were okay. It felt like now that the thing was dead he was more alive, but his burden didn’t feel any lighter. He wanted home.

“We go searching for a way in to Gringotts soon, right Harry? Hermione would have wanted that. You know its one of the places and things she said before communication was cut off.”

“Ya, I kind of know that Ron. Can you please stop saying what Hermione would do! She’s not here.”

“Yea, well that’s kind of our faults, right?” Ron said this in a flat tone, as if Harry’s bad mood didn’t exist. Or maybe these days Harry was always in a bad mood.

Harry started to grow more angry but than clamed. “You’re right Ron. I just feel like this is worth checking out. Two days and then we go back, okay? Do what Hermione would want us to do.”

“Lets get out of here. Lets bury this dead thing here and fucking leave.”

“You’ve got it.”
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Hermione was staring at Malfoy and Zabini. Her eyes had readjusted for the most part to the light, so now she could see Malfoy’s smirk. Zabini echoed it. The tub was too deep to be standing in and still be level with the boys, and as much as she didn’t like being looked down at she didn’t move. Her breast we just barely above the water but the contact with the cold air made her shiver. She felt Ginny shiver from behind her too. She didn’t turn to look at the other girl. They could both be in a lot of shit, but she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t somewhat relieved that it was just Malfoy and Zabini. Malfoy had just told her days ago her loved her, right? He wouldn’t send them, or at least her, to detention. But there was something about the way the two boys looked that made her feel tense.

“I see you’re both shivering from… annnnticipation?” Both the boys laughed. There was something so odd about it. Malfoy and Zabini made a few small steps closer to them. She made a decision then that she didn’t want them to be over top of her with a wand. Be damned that she was half naked. She kept her wand pointed and eyes focused as she made steady steps up the stairs. She felt Ginny start to slowly follow. She started to talk.

“Listen Malfoy, Zabini, neither of us wants any trouble.” She was almost to the top step when Malfoy took a step closer and really pointed his wand at her.

“I’ll just have you stop right there. She-weasel, why don’t you just come stand right next to the know-it-all.” Ginny growled but did as she was told. Hermione decided there was diffidently something up with those two. And then it hit her. They were drunk. Hermione shivered as the cold air assaulted her entire body. “You might have wanted to think about the trouble part before you went sneaking off with you’re girlfriend for a mid-night fuck.” Both the boys laughed and looked at them with dark eyes. At first it scared until she realized it wasn’t malice.

“We were not having sex,” Hermione said between clenched lips. Though it had only been mere days since Malfoy had told her he loved her she didn’t trust Malfoy not to be a pain in the ass, especially around Zabini. Both the boys let their eyes wonder for a second.

“I for one thing think that is a pity,” Zabini said, twirling his wand as if to make the shape of Ginny’s body. Ginny shook, her eyes narrowed.

“Keep your eyes to yourself.” Ginny growled.

“I don’t bloody well think we will. It’s not our faults that you both snuck into a prefects only authorized bathroom only to have some lesbian fun and we caught you in your wet panties.” She felt the shiver go down her spine when Malfoy said the last words. She tried to pretend it was the cold, but she knew better.

“Don’t do this Malfoy.”

“Why the hell not Granger. You two are just so much fun to… mess with.” She scowled.

“You both are drunk. And though I couldn’t care less I don’t want to stand here and freeze all night. So will you just give us a detention or take us to your leader.”

“I am not going any where until I can put some clothes on.” Ginny made to move. Malfoy pointed his wand at their clothing and said Accio. They lay neatly beside him.

Zabini said, “ You’re right. You two are not going any where but you’re also not getting your clothes back.”

“What do you want?” Ginny spat. “What do you want so that we can get out of here?”

“What if I wanted your blood?”

“You’d have to come and get it,” Ginny said.

“We still have our wands. I’d much rather have that than clothes right now.” Hermione lied. “But I don’t really want it to come to that. What do you want Malfoy?”

“I don’t really want blood so lets negotiated.” Zabini and Malfoy looked wickedly at each other and started to whisper, though Malfoy kept his eyes on her.

“I don’t like this Hermione,” Ginny whispered out of the side of her mouth.

“I don’t either but in less you want to fight them in our underwear, get a detention, or worse alert the whole dame school including the Death Eaters lets just hear what the drunk idiots have to says. I don’t think they really mean us harm. Nimrods.”

Ginny stifled a half pissed laugh, “If they are drunk do you really think they will take us to Snape in that state. We could just leave, right?”

“Do you really think they would get in much trouble or any at all for being drunk? Snape had been out for out blood. Just waiting for us to mess up. He would over look there drunken antics for their find. I for one don’t need a another trip to Snape’s office.”

“Ugh. Right, but if this gets even one fucking iota out of bounds I am fighting my way out.” Hermione nodded. This drunk Malfoy was too close to the Malfoy she had known for six bloody years.

“You two done over there?” They girls scowled. “We have decided that if you do a couple of things for us then we will let you go. Unscathed, no one has to know, no point deduction, like that really matters now, and no detention.”

“What are these things?”

“And if we refuse?”

“Well then I think at least detentions are in order. Though I think the Head Master would love to be woken for this. Would we give them their clothes back for that Zabini?” Zabini shook his head no.

“I really fucking hate you right now Malfoy. This is completely humiliating and cruel.” He just stared at her and she couldn’t read the emotion on his face. She sighed, “What are your demands?” Hermione wasn’t sure if he was bluffing and just having a good time being a pain in the ass but she really didn’t want to find out.

“First you and Weasel have to kiss.”

“No!” “Fine” They both said and then looked at each other.

“GINNY!”

“What! I don’t know about you but kissing you isn’t worse than detention or Snape.”

“Fine,” she turned to Malfoy and gave him cold eyes. She was very pissed. He might think this all fun and games but Hermione wasn’t into women, and if she were Ginny wasn’t on her list. Her being like a sister and all.

“Make it good.”

“No tongue.” They turned and faced each other both thinking the same thing, ‘this is stupid.’

They kissed and for a moment it was just a pressing. She heard and boo and a hiss for the drunk duo. She sighed into Ginny’s mouth and tried to think of kissing someone she liked. Malfoy came to mind and she almost laughed. She grabbed Ginny’s head like a man would have and kissed her deeply for just second. Ginny kissed back ever so softly. They pulled back quickly.

“There,” she started to move towards them to get her clothing, “We did what you asked.”

“Excuse me but I believe we said a couple of things. I want the Weasel to come here and give… Malfoy a kiss.” Zabini said. His words were more slurred like the drinks were starting to catch up with him. Hermione saw red for a moment. Was he serious? Was she jealous? Yes! She saw the boys take a bottle from out of their robes and take more swigs.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Hermione said.

“Okay mum,” Malfoy taunted.

“Go ahead mate. Kiss The Weasel.”

“I don’t know about that …” Malfoy’s words were slurred but for a moment his eyes changed and he looked at her. Hermione had her arms folded in a defensive stance. She wanted to plead with him not do it, but she was so mad that he had put them in this position she didn’t want him to know how jealous and hurt she was. She didn’t want him to see her as weaker than she already felt. She didn’t even want to admit to herself that in this awful moment she loved him and didn’t want to see him kiss another girl. So instead of finding pleading eyes Malfoy got cold angry ones, eyes that almost seem to tempt him to do it.

“Don’t be such a pussy!”

Ginny wand sparked next to her. “Is this some kind of macho revenge Zabini because we had to save you’re lily white ass from Malfoy?”

Zabini pointed his wand in a blurr. “Accio wand.” Ginny tried to make a catch for it but her wand landed in Zanini’s hand. He threw it on top of her clothes. Ginny’s eyes grew wide “Don’t tempt me anymore you silly, cunty, little minx.” Malfoy gave Hermione one more look but she didn’t back down. He knew the right thing and she would be dammed if she had to beg him to do it.

“Well Weasel?” Was Malfoy trying to make her jealous because he talked to Ginny but he was looking at her? Was he doing this on purpose because she wouldn’t beg like some silly immature little girl? What a self-important ass hole he was.

“I’m not kissing that!” Hermione looked at her. “Sorry.” She lowered her voice. “We don’t have to do this. This is so fucking stupid. I don’t want to kiss him when…”

“No,” Hermione said interrupting the Ginny, “It’s not a big deal just do it so we can get out here.”

“Fine, but I get to put my clothes on after I touch your disgusting mouth.”

“Ha. Fine. But it will be the best kiss you’ve ever had Weasel.”
Malfoy said, “Ha. Fine. But it will be the best kiss you’ve ever had weasel.” But it was all for Hermione. He was very drunk. He knew he didn’t need anymore but he couldn’t stop drinking. He felt reckless, like he wanted to ruin something. Hell, when Hermione found out about Ginny she would hate him anyway. Why not have a little fun before hand. He did love her but he hated her at the same time for making him lover her. He hated Ginny at the moment too. Why did she have to go and love Potter? Stupid bird. And be Hermione’s best girlfriend too. And further more he didn’t like the look in Hermione’s eyes, as if to dare him to do it. Silly, little twat.

Ginny walked over to him. She walked slowly like she was stalking him but he knew it wasn’t meant to be sexy. She didn’t want to kiss him. How could that be? She was attractive. Malfoy could admit that. Her skin was creamy and her freckles, which were everywhere, were vivid against the whiteness of her skin. She was smaller than Hermione in the waste and bust but not in her ass. Just for a second he watched her walked over to him. The way her hips swayed just slightly let Malfoy see the roundness of her arse. But it didn’t really move him the way a girl in her wet panties walking to him slowly should have. He looked back at Hermione. She was beautiful.

Her wet curls clung to her face and down her body. Water still dripped from her, making a pool around her. He could see her pale, untouched skin was a little red from the water. Her perfect, white breasts were pushed up in picturesque mounds formed by her dark lace bra. They were heaving from her heavy breathing. It was an erotic sight.

As Ginny stepped up to him and he could tell that Hermione was getting madder. He was thinking about things too deeply again and he realized as he looked down at the girl in front of him and then back at Hermione he wanted to make her jealous. Maybe even a little mad at the girl in front of him, as if it would make it hurt less that she would loose her soon. He was so fucked up he thought. He was about to kiss the best friend of the girl he loved. About to kiss this girl whom he had doomed. He hated himself so much. This was his way of fucking everything up on purpose. He couldn’t stop himself or maybe he wanted Hermione to stop him. That was it; he wanted Hermione to be so jealous and fucked up that she stopped him.

He leaned in, Ginny flinched just a little, but Hermione didn’t say a word. He looked back in her eyes just enough to see the hurt. He looked in to Ginny’s eyes and just before he put his lips on hers she whispered, “You really are the bloody king of fucking everything up Malfoy.”

For a second he could have sworn she meant with Granger but there was no way Granger would ever tell. She probably just meant her life or maybe his. She was right. He grabbed her face and kissed her lips. He bit her lips and got entrance but there wasn’t much feeling. He finally pulled back harsh enough to push Ginny away from him. She pent down and grabbed her clothes and wand. “Lets go Hermione.”

“Fuck that. The best things come in three’s. I get to have my turn. Then you can leave. I think Granger the Gryffindor ‘s Golden Girl and virgin should come over here and give me a kiss,” Zabini said making kissy noises.

Hermione’s eyes grew big. She looked at Ginny who had the same look. Well she was glad Malfoy hadn’t told anyone about her not being a virgin, but she still was shocked. She looked at Malfoy who had turned dark eyes to Zabini.

“Zabini.” He growled slightly. Ginny gabbed their clothes and headed back to her.

“This is hitting my too fucking weird meter Hermione. Lets just fight this. We have our clothes.” But as she said this Malfoy stuck his arm out and caught her.

“Just now hitting your too weird meter, Weasel?”

Hermione looked back at Malfoy who obviously didn’t like the idea of her kissing anyone. Fuck that. She fucking hated everything about him right now. She didn’t get what the big idea was but she knew one thing for sure. Malfoy didn’t love her. Not really. She didn’t get why he had said it but he was probably buttering her up for something. Either her wanted information out of her or just wanted another fuck. She was through with Malfoy. Through with his lies and fucking up every semi decent thing he ever did.

“We’ve humiliated our self with these losers to this point. Mine as well do this and get the fuck out of here.” Hermione put her wand in the band of her underwear, and strutted over to Zabini. Yea, she strutted. This hit every fucked up, grossed out, don’t do this you’ll feel ashamed later button she had, but she knew now that Malfoy had meant to hurt her for some reason. Well, Malfoy might not love her but he didn’t like the idea of someone else touching her.

She grabbed Zabini’s face and gave him a kiss. A deep kiss. One full of passion. Not for him but for her anger at Malfoy. It wasn’t until Zabini grabbed her around waist and let his hands wander that Ginny and Malfoy stepped up and pulled them apart. Malfoy look ready to kill.

“Slut,” he slurred. Zabini had one arm out holding Malfoy back

“Sticks and stones Malfoy. You asked for this. Not me.” Ginny had their clothes in one arm and was pulling Hermione back with the other.

She walked while putting her clothes on. Ginny turned once, “Be good and keep your word boys. I don’t think that will be a problem seeing as how could you explain kissing a mudblood and blood traitor?” She laughed and they slammed the door in their angry and shocked faces.

“I fucking hate men,” Ginny spat speeding towards the dorms. Hermione hurried after fuming. “NO. I just fucking hate Malfoy.” Ginny spun and grabbed Hermione’s hands. “I am so sorry that just happened Hermione. I didn’t want to kiss that horrid ferret I promise.”

“Lets just bury tonight and get the fuck out of here.”

“No! Tell me you don’t hate me. Don’t let him do this to our friendship.”

“OF COURSE I DON’T HATE YOU! But I just watched by best friend kiss the man, I am sorry the arrogant little boy, I just fucking said I loved a few minutes ago. I am jealous, cold, wet, humiliated, and feel a little violated BUT none of that is your fault.”

“How could you ever have loved THAT! I just hate him.”

Hermione pulled her hands away from Ginny. “Thanks Gin.”

“I am sorry but what he did to night was awful. He is a Malfoy and he’ll never be anything but that.”

“I know it was but they were both wasted! I don’t think they intended to hurt us, but they are just drunk, immature, disgusting little boys.”

“DON’T HERMIONE. Don’t find a way to excuse their behavior. Maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t have done that sober but Harry would never do such a thing no matter how drunk he was. Deep down Malfoy has a monster in him and it will kill you Hermione!”

“I KNOW THIS! And I get it! Harry is the hero. The perfect kind of boy to fall in love with and instead I choose Malfoy. Maybe I am just as fucked as he is.”

“That is not what I am trying to say. I just don’t want you to make excuses for him anymore.” Then they heard footsteps.

Hermione grabbed Ginny’s hand. “This is stupid. We can’t be fighting in the bloody hallways with Malfoy and Zabini behind us and Death Eater patrolling.” Hermione threw the best camouflage spell she could do on both of them and they ran. In end Hermione didn’t want to be alone and her and Ginny bunked. She cried when she could finally tell Ginny was asleep.
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When Malfoy could finally make his mouth work he turned on Zabini who was still watching the door. Zabini still didn’t seem to sense Draco’s anger.

“Cheeky little bitches. How do girls do that?”

“You slimy GIT!” Mafloy roared.

“What the bloody hell mate?”

“Don’t call me mate. Who the hell do you think you are kissing Granger? Don’t you ever put you’re fucking hands on her again or I’ll kill you.” He wanted to hurt Zabini as his world swam from alcohol and anger. The small sober part knew he had to leave before he did something he would regret.

He stormed out of the prefect bathroom. He wasn’t sure if he just wanted his bed or maybe to bump into her Granger and beg her for forgiveness. This welled up all kinds of conflicting emotions in the drunk Draco. Just as he was about to turn the corner he heard harsh, anger voices. He peered around the corner and saw the two girls. He was about to make himself know and do Merlin knows what when he heard…

“DON’T HERMIONE. Don’t find a way to excuse their behavior. Maybe, just maybe they wouldn’t have done that sober but Harry would never do such a thing no matter how drunk he was. Deep down Malfoy has a monster in him and it will kill you Hermione!”

“I KNOW THIS! And I get it! Harry is the hero. The perfect boy to fall in love with and instead of finding someone like him I choose Malfoy. Maybe I am just as fucked as he is.”

“That is not what I am trying to say. I just don’t want you to make excuses for him anymore.” Then they heard footsteps.

Hermione grabbed Ginny’s hand. “This is stupid. We can’t be fighting in the bloody hallways with Malfoy and Zabini behind us and Death Eater patrolling.” And suddenly the two girls were gone.

He went to run after them but in his drunken haze couldn’t seem to remember he had a wand for light. Finally he stormed back to the dorm. So the she-weasel knew about him and Granger. He was torn between hating Granger for that and being kind of relieved. It almost seemed to make the fact that Granger loved him more real. If she could tell someone else that she loved him then it wasn’t some dream, something he just made up in his mind. But he also didn’t like the way the she-weasel talked about him! A Malfoy!

His head swam and he knew he needed sleep bad. But just as sleep was going to take him he thought of something. If the she-weasel knew about him and Granger then it was more than likely his Lord would soon know too. It would be only too easy to find it in her mind once they had broken her. Malfoy realized what great danger he was suddenly in. It was like his mind could take no more, and just as the lights were going out Malfoy wished maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t wake up.
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It was most unfortunate to Draco Malfoy that he did indeed wake up the next morning. He started pray thanks to the gods that it was Saturday but stopped when he remembered there were no gods. The night started to slowly leak into his brain. Each time he remembered something he become more horrified with himself. But the most world crashing memory was that Ginny the Weaslette, blood traitor, and hater of all things Malfoy knew about him and Granger. He slammed his fist, flew out of bed, sheets and pillows flying, and grabbed his wand. It sparked for a second and than several glass pieces in the room exploded. “FUUUCKKKK!” He screamed.

The anger and fear Malfoy was feeling was beyond explanation. His wand kept sparking. It was unlike a Malfoy to be anything but calm and aloof but Draco had all but insured his own doom. He could admit now that some of saving Granger had been to save his own ass. If Granger’s mind was ever under attack their affair was sure to be known. He had thought Ginny a safe target. He knew that made him a soulless bastard but it had made him a living, breathing soulless bastard. Until now.

It wouldn’t be as if the Death Eaters would go fishing for that exact information or that Ginny would necessarily give it up for free but once they asked about Harry, Ron, and Hermione she would think of it. It was one of the most recent and emotional memories attached to her and Granger. Draco was sure of it. The mind was hard thing to control and once it was broken it was free rein to be searched. More things toppled and exploded in his room. His fear out weighted his anger and Malfoy had not felt fear like this in many years. He didn’t think he could hold on any longer when his door burst open.

“DRACO!” He was looking at Pansy. That didn’t exactly make him any less fearful or angry. Subconsciously a book went flying at Pansy’s head. She quickly froze it and ducked.

“Accio wand” She yelled pointing at Draco. It flew from his hand. A mirror to Draco’s left cracked down the middle as his wand flipped in the air. Never in all his years had any classmate, especially not Pansy been able to take his wand so effortlessly. That scared him too.

“Give me my wand back, NOW!” Crack. It did seem to matter that he didn’t have his wand to channel his anger. It was like being a sacred ten-year old wizard again. It needed release. Pop. Pop

“Draco you have you calm down!” Pansy was look around wildly, slight cowering. She was yelling over the loud chaos that had erupted from Draco’s very being.

“I’m fine. WAND.” His fear started edging back to anger. Anger he could understand. Anger he could control.

“Look!” She held his wand. “So don’t tell me you’re fine.”

For once Draco listened. He sat on the bed and combed his fingers through his messy hair. The pops of energy and chaos stopped as Draco breathed in deeply. He tried to put his mind elsewhere. “What are you doing back already?”

“I’ll have you know it’s three in the afternoon. But I came back hours ago. I couldn’t sleep.” Pansy’s voice held the elite sassy tone to it that it always did but underneath Draco could hear a slight tremble.

“Couldn’t? Or were you to busy messing around with…”

“Don’t insult me Draco Malfoy. What just happened here? I haven’t seen someone’s magic this out of control in years.”

Draco just grunted.

Pansy came to sit by him. She handed back his wand. It didn’t spark anymore but it felt hot. “Fine. You don’t have to tell me. You wont any way if you really don’t want to. You’ve always been stubborn like that, but regardless if you think you don’t love me I’m still your friend. We’re still on the same side.”

“Are we?”

“What is the suppose to mean Draco? Stop cutting me off and speaking in dark riddles.” Pansy sighed. Normally Pansy always acted stupid and gushy whenever she was around him. So much so that Draco had almost forgotten than when Pansy wanted to be she was perceptive and smart.

“I mean have you ever though you didn’t want to be a Death Eater? Did you ever not want to be like our parents?” He blurted. He was too distraught to think he should just keep his mouth shut.

Pansy started at him in shock for a second but when she realized he was serious she answered, “I don’t know if I really thought about being our Lord’s servants until recently, but I’ve always wanted to live up to my parents demands. We are pure bloods Draco. That means something, doesn’t it? It’s all I’ve ever known. I don’t think I could be anything less.” It sounded just like what he thought she would say. Came so easily. She wasn’t really thinking about it. Or maybe she just really wanted this life style.

“I…I think being a pure blood has meaning but I don’t know if it has the same meaning it use to. For me.”

“That Granger bitch has brained washed you DRACO. Now you wander around like you have your head in the clouds half the time and the other half its like you’d rather be hanging out with mudbloods and blood traitors than your own kind.”

“Forget it. I didn’t mean anything I said. I just had a really bad nightmare. Just leave my room Pansy.”

“No Draco. I know you didn’t have some stupid nightmare. You asked my opinion don’t get mad at me because you don’t like it. Ever since that stupid dare you’ve been different and difficult. Being a pure blood it everything. Being a Malfoy pure blood is more. You should have people grovel at your feet.”

Malfoy stood up. “Do you mean that or is that just the shit our parents forced us to believe? The blood propaganda crap they feed to all of us. Is it true or do we just not think for ourselves?” He was so sick of hearing about how people should be groveling at his feet. Of course people should grovel at his feet but not because of his blood. Draco wanted to be revered maybe even feared like Snape but because he was powerful, smart, rich, and handsome.

“I don’t know Draco. It is all we have ever known. They’re our parents. They wouldn’t lie. It’s how they’ve always lived.”

“And this war! It’s not my war Pansy. It is yours?”

“This kind of talk could get us killed.”

“Then leave Pansy. There is the door. I’m not saying I don’t like being a pure blood and that I want to leave this life behind. There are just some things I’m not sure about anymore. But if you’re afraid to think for yourself get out. If I can’t talk to you about this in confidence then get out.” Malfoy slumped back on his bed. He body ached with fear. He kept rubbing his hands over his face and head as if that would give him answers. Suddenly he felt Pansy get up from the bed and start to move towards the door. Malfoy actually felt tears start to sting his eyes. He would be left alone like always.

“ I DON’T KNOW!” Pansy suddenly screamed turning back around. “Is that what you want to hear? I’ve had my whole life planned since I was born. I had to go to Hogwarts or Dumstrang, to socialize basically. Had to be a Slytherian. After Hogwarts I have to marry a rich, successful, pure blood man. And that man use to be you. I’m supposed to have a litter of pure blood babies. And then, if and only if my husband allows, I might possibly work doing something I like. I’ll live in mansion and say how happy I am. I’ll throw diner parties draped in gowns and dripping in gems. I’ll take care of my family and hope that the man I married actually loves me. It’s the world I was born into! The world you were born into. And suddenly we are being told there is a threat to that.” Pansy shook her head. “What else is there? Live in some groveling hole. Having all the people who really matter look down at you. Leave my family in shame. What? For love? For thinking for myself?”

“What if I am in a lot of trouble Pansy?” She looked at him then. Really looked and forgot about her rant.

“Oh Draco, what have you gotten yourself into?”

“Answer me a few things first…okay?” She nodded stilling by the doorway. Draco paced for minutes. What could he do? What if Pansy ran out on him again? What if she told someone about his doubts? Where could he go from here? He could let them have Ginny and pray they didn’t find the information, but that was most likely suicide. He could try to sabotage the whole plan, but he couldn’t do that by himself. He could go to Snape. No, no he couldn’t.

Finally Draco looked up at Pansy “Do you want all that? Do you think you could have all that with out a pure blood what about that bloke Evan Von Horne you dated while we were on brake last year? He wasn’t a true pure blood but you seemed to really like him. Maybe you will marry a pure blood but did you ever wish you could do it because you want to and not because your parents or our society wants you too.”

Pansy looked so torn. Tears started pour down her cheeks. “No ones had ever asked me that, but yea I did really like Evan.” She was shacking her head.

“ANSWER ME!”

“YES! Sure there is a huge part of me that thinks being pure blood is better. But sometimes I don’t want to marry for a bloody bloodline. I want love Draco. Real love. If that comes with diner parties, jewels, and bloody beautiful gowns then the better, but I see the way my mother looks when she thinks no one is around. She is tired. She is sad. She is not happy or in love for all her pure blood talk. But that is women’s lot as one of last standing pure blood families. What can I do about it?”

“One more question. If I had a way would you listen? I’m not saying it’s certain or safe but if I had a place for us to go would you follow me Pansy?”

“I…” She shook her head. “Yes Malfoy. I would follow you. I see what is going on around me Draco. But what can you offer me or any of us that would be a better life than what we have?”

“I might be able to offer us away to find a real life. Not this broken shell of a life. I might be able to save myself from this mistake and make things better. But it will come with a price Pansy.”

Tears became a waterfall down Pansy’s face. “I’m listening.”

“Good. First I need to find Zabini. Don’t move!” Draoc rushed past her leaving her behind in the destroyed room.
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Ginny woke Hermione up around two in the afternoon. They didn’t say much as they hobbled down to the common room to order some breakfast. Hermione was so beaten down and torn up she didn’t even care when house elves showed up with her food. Not that she ate much of it.

“Another beautiful Saturday afternoon at Hogwarts school of Witch craft and doom,” Ginny sighed as her and a couple classmates played wizard chest. Hermione gave a laugh that resembled more of a grunt.

Hermione beat everyone she played, which seemed to put her classmates in almost a worse mood than her. Not that her mind was really in the game. Malfoy and said he had loved her and it had been a lie. Maybe she should have just stayed in the life she belonged in. Married Ron and had babies if they survived the war. Stayed the brains of the trio and didn’t take toe out of line. This was the world she belonged in. Not tramping off with the smart, sexy, elite pure blood bastard Malfoy. Maybe Ron would take her back some day and she could set her life back on the course it belonged. But some how the thought of Ron forgiving her and taking her back didn’t make her happy.

Draco turned the story around so that didn’t sound like he was trying to save Granger’s life and more like he was just being a selfish git. It didn’t stop the horrified looks, the shouting, and kicking of debris that littered his room.

“I will not grovel at the feet of that mudblood GRANGER!” Pansy was storming around yelling.

“I’m not saying you have too. If you would just listen…”

“I can’t believe you would even suggest it! I will absolutely not go tramping over to the light side. Have them look down on ME when I’m their superior. And furthermore I will not be a traitor to my own people!”

“The people who treat you like a whore. Sending us on death mission. Most of us are cannon fodder and you know it!”

“Don’t! I can’t believe YOU dug yourself in such a hole by sleeping with the dirty mudblood! For a bet! And now you need our help to get you out of it.” Okay so Draco had left out how they had slept together several times, that he wanted to do it again, that he might actually loved her, and how he had saved her ass million and one times. Details. “And you gave up a pure blood in place of that thing. Trust me their whole family is a disgrace to everything pure blood but still the she weasel’s blood is pure!” Pansy finally slumped down against the wall shacking her head and kept saying I wont, I wont, I wont.

Draco had figured as much. He looked at Zabini who was taking it slightly better than Pansy as he already knew about some of Draco’s sorted affair. “I guess I owe you a thousand Gallons.” Suddenly from Pansy’s direction a splintered piece of wood flew up and hit Zabini in the head. “What?”

“That is all you have you have to say to this suicide mission? You’re not seriously considering doing this? You have to talk him out of it. Lets just kill the Weasel and Grange and be done with it.”

Zabini looked back and fourth between Pansy and Draco before saying, “ That’s not plausible Pansy. For one the Lord would be pissed that his plans got ruined because you just happened to knock of two people of interest. I don’t like it either, but I wasn’t exactly leaping for joy to become a Death Eater. But you’ve put us in a shitty place mate. I said I’d go where ever you went and I meant it but I wish it wasn’t your dick doing all the leading.” Another piece of wood hit Zabini in the head. “STOP IT!”

“Where do we go first?” Pansy whined. “ Are you seriously thinking of talking to Professor tight arse or worse Granger?”

Zabini made a hump noise at this. “Do you really think after last night Granger will speak to either of us?”

“What happened last night Draco?” Pansy said scathingly.

“Nothing. We had a late night run in with Granger and Weasel that almost got them a detention with Hermione’s favorite Professor.”

“Sure.” She gave him a dirty look.

“Anyway,” Zabini said, “ there are lots of holes in your plan. What if they won’t help? And we can’t waltz in there with a supposed Death Eater plan expect them to believe us, give us new identities, and wander off to have a great life. They will want us to spy. Go on little wonder mission for their cause.”

Pansy jumped up. “Oh no! His is right Draco. I can’t be a fucking spy! What about our parents?”

“Well,” Draco started, “we could get them amnesty in trade for our services. If this all goes to hell for the Dark Lord’s side we could save them. We can turn this war. The three of us.”

“Bull shit! The three of us, really? Who say I want to live in that world anyway. Fucking half-breeds and mudbloods dancing around all happy. Ugh, no thank you.”

“No one asking you to roll in the mud with them Pansy. The bloodlines can’t live forever and you know it. Why do you think they push unrelated pure blood children together? We are almost all intertwined on the family tree. At some point we are going to have to face the truth and you both know it. Plus, do you both want to live in the world where our Lord is king?” Everyone shuttered. “He’s just a power hungry thug…”

“With more power than any other wizard in world,” Zabini piped in.

“He is more obsessed with being all powerful and getting revenge on scar head than pure blood rights. He just tapped into the minds of people who could help him gain the most, the rich and powerful pure blood families. I mean if you want to live in a world where women are less, men rape, and babies are killed be my guest.

Zabini and Pansy looked at him with wild eyes. “Say we do this,” Pansy started cautiously, “and the war does go in the Dark Lords favor. I want a promise that it won’t get us killed. If that happens we kill everyone who knows. We killed them dead including Granger and we move on with out lives like it never happened.”

Pansy was more serious than he had ever seen her. “Deal.” Why did he feel like he was making a lot of deals with devil lately?
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By five o’clock Granger was anxious. She wanted to move. She couldn’t sit there all day and think about Malfoy. “I need to go move around for a bit Gin.”

“Hmm, yea okay,” said Ginny who was engrossed in her newest obsession, muggle detective novels. She had found them in the muggle studies section of the library no one even knew was there. Hermione had to laugh at the girl’s confused but excited face. “Just use a confusion charm on him you idiot,” Ginny yelled at the book as Hermione reached the portrait.

Just as she stepped out of the common room and into the hall an owl swooped down and a letter landed at her feet. Odd, she thought. Most of them weren’t allowed access to their owls anymore, and there were easier way of getting a hold of someone inside the castle. For a second she hopped it would be a letter from Ron and Harry but instantly put that thought a side. They would be beyond stupid and reckless.

She picked up the letter and ripped it open. She instantly knew the handwriting. She almost burned it right there in the hallway but curiosity got the best of her.

GH,
Don’t burn this until you hear me out! (Stupid git for knowing her so well) I have something of more importance than you can image to discus with you. You’re the only person I can trust to help me, well us, out. (Us? Who the hell was us?) I know you hate me right now but this concerns a person’s well fair that you care deeply about. You’ll regret this terribly if you don’t come. Meet me at the quiddich pitch in twenty minutes and don’t bloody get caught on the way.

- MD
Ps. I know you’re thinking of not coming because of what happened last night and I’m sorry.

She closed the letter and went to put it in her pocket when it suddenly went up into flamed. She dropped it with a squeal and the letter burned to nothing on the floor. Maybe it was sorry or the fact that someone who she held dear’s life was at risk but she started walking towards the pitch. She was more than sure that it was a set up but what if Malfoy was right and she didn’t go and someone she cared about got hurt. And maybe she just wanted to give him a piece of her mind.
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The three fallen angels stood pacing on the Quddich pitch. “I knew it. She’s not coming!” Pansy whined.

“Trust me she will come. She is too much of a do gooder not to,” Draco said. Though he was worried he might actually have used up all of Granger’s good will last night.

“Oh, I forgot you’re an expert on the mudblood now,” Pansy snapped.

“Shut up!” Zabini snapped back. He looked tense.

“Do you want to do this Pansy?” Draco asked.

“I don’t know anymore.” Draco walked over and pointed his wand at her.

“I’ll erase this from your mind right now. Like it never happened.”

Pansy pushed his wand down. “Don’t. Go. Anywhere near my mind. I said wasn’t sure anymore I didn’t say I was leaving.” She started pacing further away from Draco.
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“So,” Granger said, startling the group. She had her wand pointed. “What was so important Malfoy? I don’t think we really have any more to say to each other.” Pansy growled at her.

“We have a proposition for you Granger,” Zabini said. She could tell he looked tense. What was going on here?

“Really? Well, I don’t think I want to make any deals with a bunch of Death Eaters.”

“Mudblood,” Pansy curse, “I told you this wouldn’t work.”

Malfoy looked deep in her eyes but they were cold and distant. He was putting on his cold front, nothing to read here folks. “Trust me Granger, this is an offer you can’t refuse.”

“Ha. Trust you. You’ve got to be kidding. I’ll tell you what, you three give me your wands and I’ll give you sixty second to make me change my mind about walking away.”

Malfoy looked at the other two and they all begrudgingly threw her their wands. She stuck them in her pocket. That was interesting. “Talk.” Malfoy opened his mouth but nothing came out. It was like he was fishing for the right words or wondering where to begin. Or maybe he was just thinking of good lie to keep her there long enough or distract her until whatever they had planned took effect.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” She started to back way.

“Oh for Merlin sacks Draco! Listen Granger,” Zabini started. “We are offering you information on Ginny Weasley and our services in exchange that you get us protection and our parents protection.”

Hermine almost passed out. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She started to look around. This had to a joke. This had to be a fucking trap. “You all are liars…” She stuttered.

“It’s true mudblood,” Pansy said scowling. “Don’t get up on your high horse about it. I still fucking hate you.”

“I don’t understand. Why in the fuck? Nope. You guys are just trying to get yourself some information you can use against us.”

“Granger,” Malfoy seemed to be able to talk again. “In a few days time or less my father and Snape are going to walk into Hogwarts with a legal decree from the Ministry that gives them full access to take and legally punish any person suspected of the recent rebellion going on here at school. They are planning on taking Ginny Wesaley in for questioning.”

“What? Why Ginny?”

“And they say you the smartest witch of our age,” Pansy chided, “Think it through. It’s just a legal kidnapping. And before you ask another stupid question the she bitch is Potter’s girlfriend. I mean I’m sure precious Potter wouldn’t weave his little girlfriend without telling him where he is going. Maybe he has even been secretly keeping contact with her. Or maybe her brother who is Potters wanking buddy told her. She seems too well connected to not know a thing, doesn’t she? Oh, and I don’t think Potter could stand the idea of his little girlfriend in the hands of the big bad Death Eaters. He’ll try to save the day, like always.”

“Fuck. Wait, how do I know this isn’t some bloody game. How do I know this is even true? And how do I know that if I help you guys you won’t betray me.”

“You don’t,” Malfoy said. “We have the memories with us.” Draco pulled several vials from his pocket. “Each of these has memories that include the information we just gave you plus some. Each from our perspectives. We are all willing to have our minds checked but we are hoping this will be enough.”

“Why tell me? Why not go straight for the source.”

“First off know-it-all it’s kind of hard to find the source seeing as who we are. Second, you don’t believe us how can we expect to get Professor McGonagall too? If you go in there and vouch for us with this information she’ll surly hear us out. Can’t have better than a third of the Golden Trio sticking up for us, can we?” Malfoy said this was a sneer.

Hermione’s head was spinning. So many questions. “Lets say I believe you for a second, why her and not…” Hermione chocked on the words.

“Why not you mudblood? Why don’t you asked Draco,” Pansy laughed darkly.

“Shut. Up. Pansy.” Malfoy gritted between his teeth. Hermione looked at Malfoy again. She tried to look him in the eyes but he wouldn’t meet hers. She didn’t understand but a thought was forming in her mind.

“So, what they think they can walk in here with a legal decree from the ministry and just take Ginny. No questions asked?”

“Of course they can.”

“Why not just kidnap her?”

“And make her another missing person,” Zabini chimed in, “And this missing person might not go so quietly. Stolen from Hogwarts. That would cause a mass panic. And, as Pansy so eloquently pointed out, she is Potter’s bird. It wouldn’t look like some random kidnapping.”

“Think about it,” Malfoy said. Seeing as he was the mastermind behind it all he knew the plan inside out. “They could storm in here and cause blood shed but this way I’ve stopped that. This way they can try to smear Ginny’s name while they extract the information they think she has. Potter’s more the likely to hear about it if its made into a huge media scandal as well. He is on edge of total control but he still has to tread lightly. He doesn’t have full control of the ministry or the wizarding world. People are divided on believing Potter or the Ministry. This decree will do a lot for his standing.”

“I still don’t understand why not go straight to Professor MaGonagall if you have the memories. She’ll be sure to believe you then.”

“Well,” Malfoy started, “That is kind of where you come in. We’ve decided we want you to be our contact.”

“What!?”

“Ugh, trust me it wasn’t my idea,” Pansy said. “The idea of reporting to you makes me want to vomit up slugs,” She laughed at her own joke.

“Like wise Pansy. I can’t offer you amnesty. I don’t hold that kind of sway on the Light Side.”

“But you can get to the people who do. Plus, how strange would it look if the three of us suddenly started hanging around Professor tight ass, but seeing as you’re a student it’s not so hard to believe we would have run-ins. They have all Professor under constant surveillance.”

Hermione suddenly thought of something. “Wait, you said you stopped the blood shed. YOU personally stopped the bloodshed Malfoy? How is that?”

Pansy laughed and Hermione started to feel rage bubble. “What I’m I going to find in those memories Malfoy. Was this your idea? Is this your mission? The reason you are always gone for hours? Did you fucking set Ginny up?” She pointed her wand at Malfoy shacking with anger. “Is that how you know so much?”

Malfoy put his hands up to show he didn’t have his wand but that was as good as an omission. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD.” She shot a jinxs at Malfoy. He rolled on the ground to miss it. The group was suddenly separated from each other.

She came up to Malfoy as he was trying to get to his knees. She pointed her wand under his chin. “DON’T MOVE! ANY OF YOU! Tell me why? Why sentence someone to their death and come to me and tell me about it.” She was fuming. Her wand was shacking so hard it was jabbing Malfoy in the neck. She suddenly saw movement from behind Malfoy.

She looked up for just a second to threaten who ever moved when her feet were caught from underneath her. She flew on her back with just enough time to catch the shock with arms. Her whole skull shook. The ground was cold and muddy. She saw Malfoy start to get up.

“Granger just…” She kicked out with her legs. Malfoy managed to miss a head on blow but it took him in the side and knocked off his balance. She leapt up and shot but the jinxs wide. It forced Zabini and Pansy to scatter again. She went for Malfoy. They were suddenly wrestling on the ground. Everything was a blur of browning grass and pieces of Malfoy. They were tumbling down the hill that brought them further from view of the castle. One second she was hitting the wet ground the next she feeling the cool air on her back. She was shrieking “WHY! TELL ME!”

She kicked up and landed back on top of Malfoy. She felt someone try to pull her off but with the momentum of Malfoy trying to get up and her own anger she manged elbowed them in the stomach. She heard an umph and there were no more arms.

She almost had him pinned again when Malfoy kicked up with his lower half and turned them around. He had her pinned but she had enough time to bring her hand up with her wand pointed at his neck. She clenched her teeth at him. She hadn’t been trained by some of the best wizards on the light side to let him get that big of a one up on her. “Stale mate Granger,” Malfoy weezed.

“Why? Tell me and I might not curse your fucking head off.” The thought of Ginny being tortured, raped and brutalized made her see red.

“I couldn’t let… I just. I. You.” Hermione stopped struggling. Suddenly Malfoy was ripped from her. Zabini picked Malfoy off and pushed him to the side. He held his hand out her. She didn’t take it. He sighed, “You might not like it or us but what we are offering it true. It could save Ginny’s arse but we don’t have time for this shit. We could get ourselves killed for what we are offering. That has to mean something.”

Hermione got up and brushed herself off. She felt for their wands. Darn they hadn’t broken in the struggle. “If any harm comes to Ginny I’ll kill you all myself.”

“You could try,” Pansy sneered.

“Enough,” Malfoy said sternly, “take these.” He threw the vials at her. “You’ll believe after you see it. We don’t have to like each other but we will work together from now on. We are offering you a lot her Granger so don’t blow it. You might fucking hate us but our lives are at risk.”

“Why change you minds?”

They all looked around. Pansy actually spoke, “I couldn’t give two shits about you or any other mudblood or half-breed but I’m no body’s fucking whore.” She started to storm away and suddenly turned. “Keep my fucking wand until you see for yourself mudblood. Make no mistake I’m doing this for me.”

Hermione sighed. “Fine. Give me two hours and I’ll come back. The Head dorms are still not bugged, right?” Malfoy shook his head. “I will meet you all there in two hours if I believe what in these.” She threw Zabini his wand. “One of you should at least be armed. If what you three say is true none of you should go unarmed but I’m not feeling that generous. Now let me see you boys walk in to the castle. Oh, and Malfoy go get cleaned up. You look like shit.” They turned and left her. When Hermione couldn’t see them anymore she took a second to cry.