A Mudblood's Treachery. NEW CHAPTER up! Finally.
Treachery.
Still. It was all wrong. Draco may be obsessed with her, but he seemed far too guilty all the time. She would catch him staring at her with a strange look, especially after sex. Hermione was not dumb; she knew that Voldemort was trying to get her to switch sides to antagonize Harry. Hermione sighed.
She really missed Harry and Ron right now. Especially Harry. Hermione heard a scratching at her window and she saw a black owl perched outside her window. Hermione opened the window, and it hopped inside, a letter in its beak.
Hermione felt her stomach pitch when she recognized the chicken scratch. Ron’s chicken scratch. Hermione unfurled the letter and saw a small bag fall to the ground. Hermione lifted the letter up and scanned its contents with a sickening feeling in her belly.
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Mione,
Ginny left word that you are school!?
I thought you would meet up with us after your parent’s funeral.
I miss you Hermione, you always did know what to do.
We are being hunted by Deatheaters everywhere we go.
I think about you all the time, Hermione.
I never said the truth about how I felt for you before.
Harry said its because I am scared of being rejected.
But I know you, and you wouldn’t reject me,
because I know you feel the same way.
I heard a crazy rumor about you and the Ferret
But after Lavender, I never listen to gossip.
Besides I know you would never be friends with your parents murderer.
Remus said that Draco was seen there with Lucius.
Is he bothering you?
I will smash his pointy face in for you.
Well, (Hopefully) I will see you soon, Mione,
All my love,
Ron.
P.S. I hope you like the bracelet, it made me think of you.
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Hermione could feel cold tears form in her eyes and she cursed under her breath. Hermione felt as though all the breath was sucked out of her lungs. He would have told her. The urge to see Ron was overwhelming. Hermione wiped the corners of her eyes and looked up at the knock on her door.
“Come in.”
Millicent poked her head through the door and looked across at Hermione. “It’s me, I just thought you might want to …” Her gaze dropped to the bag, Hermione was holding and her stricken look “What’s that? A trinket from Draco for being a prat? Good girl,” Millicent smiled approvingly.
Hermione folded the letter up hurriedly, looking away. “It’s nothing,”
“What did I buy you?” Draco said from behind Millicent in the doorway. He looked perplexed and he pushed past Millie and sat next to Hermione on the bed. His eyes dropped on the bag at the end of the bed.
“Who bought this for you?” His voice seemed light, but Hermione could hear an undercurrent of anger.
“Um... Millicent did,” replied Hermione distractedly, her stomach churning. She was burning to ask him the question... Millicent raised her eyebrow.
Draco narrowed his eyes. “Then why does Millicent want to know if I bought it?”
“I told you that you were a terrible liar, gel.” Millicent clucked her tongue.
Draco’s eyes grew cold. He grabbed the pouch and Hermione gasped, trying to grab it back. “NO!”
Hermione’s movement shook the letter loose from her lap. The parchment fell to the ground between them. Hermione’s gaze darted down and she felt a hopeless panic erupt inside her. Draco snatched the paper and began to read it quickly.
After his expression was angry, and then it faded to dull apathetic blankness. Hermione began to sob seeing that look on his face. Draco stared down at her, dropping the letter. He knew that Hermione was seeing the truth on his face. He was there when they killed her parents. He remembered that day vividly. He watched them die before they were put on the airplane, transported to Australia.
He was the one who identified them. He was responsible. If he really loved Hermione, he would send her back to the Weasel. She stared brokenly at him as Millicent quietly left, sensing trouble.
Draco dragged in a deep breath.
“First, do you love him?” quietly Draco spoke, as he shoved his hands through his hair.
“No, I love my parent’s murderer,” hissed Hermione, her eyes bright with tears.
Draco stumbled as though her words were like a physical punch to his belly. He drew himself up and stared dully at her. “I’m sorry Hermione. You were a target, as were your parents.”
“Is this a set up? Are you planning to give me to Voldemort eventually?” whispered Hermione as she slumped to the bed, her hand trembling as she clasped it to her mouth.
“Maybe you fuck the mudblood long enough she would forget that he took a hit out on my parents and wanted to kill my two best friends??” hissed Hermione, slightly hysterical.
Tears spilled from the corners of her big amber eyes and Draco felt a piece of heart shattering as she stared hatefully at him.
Draco knew it was true, there was nothing to say. He could not do it. He could not betray her. She believed in him. It had felt heady, and although he knew that she was going to hate him forever, but he could not help it. He had selfishly wanted her to be with him as long as he could have her.
He just stared at her, his eyes closed with anguish and Hermione grabbed him suddenly. He wrapped his arms around her and she sobbed on his shoulder. Draco felt his own eyes burn as he held her close.
“Hermione, I cannot change the past, but please let me try to help you now,” whispered Draco.
“Help me how?”
“I can send you back to them. If that’s what you want,” The words spilled out brokenly and Draco gasped from the pain that thought brought.
…
Blaise sat back from his feast of treacle tart and cream and his jaw dropped at the image of Draco betraying Voldemort in the scrying charm. A lump of frozen cream dropped off his fork onto his new Armani pants and he cursed fluently.
That little wanker Draco Malfoy was going to betray the Dark Lord for Hermione Granger.
Blaise wiped the cream off his pants and the scrying charm dissipated. Blaise frowned and turned around. The only time the charm would fail was if someone else entered the room.
He looked up at the doorway and saw Millicent Bullstrode standing there in all her 5,10 glory. She was staring at him with amusement.
“What do you want, you cursed, unnaturally tall, female?” sputtered Blaise, as he mopped the frozen cream from his slacks forcefully.
“Careful Zabini, you might injure something,” purred Millicent, and she strode forward.
“Let an expert handle this,” She lowered her face to his lap and licked the cream off his pants. Blaise got a painful erection that was almost embarrassing. Seeing Millicent on her knees, lapping at his crotch sent a bolt of lust through him. She was overweight, but not disgustingly so, just big, and womanly. Not his type, but his dick did not realize that.
“Err….”
Blaise forgot what was so important, as Millicent moved over and sat across from him on the edge of the desk, her big jugs at his eye level.
“I get that a lot, surprisingly,” replied Millicent with a smirk. “So tell me about your troubles, Zabini.”
“All work and no play make Slytherin dull,” Millicent’s fingernails tapped on the edge of the desk. They were unpolished and clipped to the blunt, but they were feminine.
Blaise blinked suddenly, remembering Draco’s defection and he was about to speak when Millicent quirked an eyebrow.
“Let’s have a drink together Zabini,” Millicent licked her lips, staring at him with dark eyes.
Zabini swallowed hard, he had been chasing after Millicent Bullstrode for a long time. Very few people outside of Slytherin even noticed Millicent, but Blaise knew exactly what she was about. She was a dangerous, seductive female with a Machiavellian mind.
Sure, she was plain, but that just meant that she was more experienced, since she had to make up for her rather nondescript looks. Although, she did have big jugs, and he heard from Crabbe that she was a fantastic blow.
Millicent watched the myriad of thoughts race across Zabini’s handsome face. He was rather obvious, and teenage boys could only be so manipulative when let about by their cocks.
“Not now Millicent… I have something to do,” interjected Blaise and he rose up from his chair, and headed for the door.
Millicent smirked at him. “Very well, I must say I am disappointed, I never expected you to be so cowardly. Running away from a girl, no wonder I have never given you any before,” she murmured breezily and she pushed past him and walked out the door.
Blaise looked torn for a long moment. Millicent was gone.
“Bugger,” growled Blaise, and he banged his head on the door she just exited through. “Malfoy, you are going to owe me big for this.”
…..
Millicent walked lazily towards the Headmasters Office, and tossed the password before entering quickly. “Headmaster?” her voice rang out clearly.
“Yes, Ms. Bullstrode?” Headmaster Snape stared coldly at her from his desk. He waved a hand at a chair, waiting until the door slid shut.
“Draco is planning to defect to help Hermione escape; I saw the scrying charm Blaise was watching. He plans to tell Voldemort. I just know it,” stated Millicent with a worried look.
Snape quirked an imperious eyebrow, “It is likely that Zabini will try to notify Voldemort in an attempt to get glory for himself.”
“I will go to Voldemort. Tell him something different, try to make Blaise look foolish,” Millicent persisted. Her face was drawn in concentration as she looked at Snape.
“NO, Absolutely not. I will NOT sacrifice you to that filthy despot. Promise me that you will never attempt to talk to Voldemort,” Snape rose up from his chair and was around the desk in a flash. He gripped her chin, staring into her face. “YOU have to swear Millicent!”
“Okay…” Millicent shot him a look of fear as she jerked her face from his grasping fingers. “Then what can I do to help?”
“Stop Hermione from doing something foolish, like leading Voldemort directly to Harry Potter,” sighed Snape, his heart still pounding at the though of Millicent talking to Voldemort.
Millicent was too precious to be killed for her tiny bit of spirit. Voldemort had a way of finding all the good in someone and crushing it out within milliseconds.
Snape clasped a hand behind her head, kissed her fiercely, and released her. “Go… Find Hermione, and stick to her like glue. Promise me,”
Millicent nodded, her fingers pressed to her mouth unconsciously with appreciation and she walked out of the room.
“That girl will be the death of you, Severus,” one of the portraits observed.
“Bugger off, Albus,” replied Snape pleasantly, and he whirled around to finish his research on the Horocrux’s.
…
Hermione stared at Draco with a look of disbelief and shock. “You are going to help me escape?”
Draco stared hard at the ground, “Yes. Get far away from here. Voldemort plans to use you to get to Potter. We knew that Potter would come to rescue you from my filthy pureblood hands. The news of your defection should have reached him by now. We expect him to rush headlong into Hogwarts,” Draco said brutally, his voice cold and detached. The only obvious sign of the Draco that she knew was in that glimmer of self-loathing in his icy eyes.
“You knew that the whole time, obviously. Gods, I have been a fool. Did you even care that I was betraying myself with my parent’s killer? Have you no sense of fucking decency?” whispered Hermione, the pain lancing through her.
“No, I am a Malfoy,” Draco whispered back, pulling away from her.
Hermione’s hand cracked out and connected with the side of his face. Her eyes were black with hatred. Her pupils dilated in rage as she stared across at him. Draco did not blink, but he felt the strength behind the blow. He needed her to hate him. If she didn’t, she may stay and he couldn’t have that on her conscience. Not now.
“The potions, you set that up? To pretend that you were forced to tell the truth, to think I was beautiful. Do I really disgust you? Is that it? Now, you just feel bad?” Hermione sucked in a painful breath as she realized how much he had lied.
The fucking potions, he had shortly forgotten about those. Draco sneered suddenly.
“Yes, I thought it was clever, to make you think I was in love with you, using a “truth’ serum. It was easy enough to fake the results. In addition, you messed up with the potion with Snape. That was when I realized, you wanted me still. As for my feelings? You were an assignment, a filthy mudblood that I had to be with to catch the Potty head and Weasel. In truth, you disgust me, you Filthy Mudblood,” Draco spoke very deliberate and cold. His eyes bore holes into the floor.
Hermione’s eyes were dry and burning from the lack of tears and her throat was closing up. She could not play ball with the Deatheaters. It hurt too much. Draco had been lying to her and for whatever reason he had a guilty conscience now. Hermione knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Voldemort will kill you, if he finds out you helped me,” Hermione spoke suddenly after sitting quietly for a moment. “I don’t want your death on my conscience.”
Draco looked at her stunned and humbled for a moment. After everything he had done to her, she still was trying to protect him. He was a fucking fool. Draco fisted his hands and growled at her. “It won’t be.”
“I may be just a filthy Mudblood, but I still won’t leave your well deserved fate. Even though every touch you ever gave me was a lie, even though you have hurt more then any other person on this earth,” Hermione shuddered and stood up, staring down at him with a cold look.
She fingered the pouch in her hands. Back to Ron and Harry. She could not even imagine a thing now. She felt strange, and displaced.
Draco was staring defiantly at her from the other side of the room. His pale hair was tousled and his silver eyes hooded, his firm lips set in a flat grimace. Hermione felt an ache where her heart was and her belly had a stone in it.
“I loved you,” Hermione words sputtered painfully from her lips and she gasped holding her belly.
She clapped a hand over her mouth and the tears finally came. This was really happening. She gripped the pouch in her hand and dug her nails into the leather. Ron’s bracelet lay just inside, a reminder of what real love was. It gave her a small measure of strength and she bit her lower lip, tears raced down her pale face.
Draco could not look at her, he felt numb but he rationalized that this was for her own good. He was guilty of everything she said. A tiny lie among the many truths seemed insignificant now. He longed to scream and smash the room to pieces, but they had very little time. He was being watched more then likely and he had to act fast.
“Go Hermione, NOW!”
Hermione did not have to hear the words twice. She ran from the bedroom and walked carefully towards the common room door.
She could hear banging outside the common room door. They were coming for her. Hermione closed her eyes.
…
Notts banged on the door again, “Oiy! We know you are in there,”
“Yeah, open up Gel,” hissed Professor Carrow.
“Stupid, bloody portrait,” Blaise yelled from the other side of the door.
Millicent walked down the corridor and ducked into the hallway. BUGGER, Zabini was there with the Carrows and NOTTS, stupid pillock.
Millicent swallowed her apprehension and sauntered up to Blaise.
“Ahem…” She cleared her throat. “Pardon me.” Millicent said the password, under her breath, and the portrait swung up to the Head Boy & Girl’s Common Room.
Zabini glowered at her and Notts and the Carrows pushed her aside and rushed in. The common room was empty and they searched the bedrooms. Draco was sitting at his desk with an unconcerned look on his face. He skimmed through the Seventh Year Potions book and then looked up at them.
“Hey now, do I go barging in your bloody room?” Draco arched an eyebrow and slammed his book shut. Notts stared at the imperious look of outrage on Draco’s face and he looked back at Blaise. “ I thought you said he would be gone, with her.”
“Gone with who, precisely?” Draco replied, as he stared glacially at Blaise.
Suddenly Blaise turned to Notts. “I was mistaken. I guess, the ghost was wrong.”
“GHOST?!” shrieked Carrow, with a look of anger. “We are running up here because of what a damned ghost said?! Who is going to explain that to Voldemort? Not me! You saw what he did to Dolohov when they thought they had Harry Potter and he was wrong.
Hermione heard them screaming at each other and she felt anxiety grip her body until she was shaking. The way they were talking made her realize that she was a great fool to believe that any of them had changed. The closet that she had hid in was not exactly a brilliant move but she had very little choices.
“Err… Didn’t I say it was a ghost that saw her trying to escape?” Blaise’s eyes stared to the ground, glazed over with fear.
“I saw it too, clear as day,” chimed another female voice, Millicent stepped in from the common room. “Hermione escaped using a port key, while me and Draco where talking in here.”
Draco’s eyes widened and stared hard at Millicent. Blaise did not look up from the floor.
The Carrows hissed and Notts turned around. “We must tell Voldemort, if we want to see any mercy on this day. We allowed the filthy mudblood to escape,” Notts growled under his breath and stormed out with the Carrows in tow.
Millicent stared hard at Draco once the others left.
Blaise stood slack jawed and Millicent gave him a bemused look. “The Imperius? Charming. Where is Hermione?”
Draco shrugged and stared hard at Blaise. He waved his wand and Blaise’s eyes grew cloudy and blank.
Suddenly Blaise came to life. “Millie? You believe me don’t you? The ghost said he saw Draco and Hermione escape,” Blaise looked confused.
Draco scowled slightly and pushed Blaise towards the door. “Well, now that you’re wrong, can you please fuck off?”
Millicent patted Blaise on the back of the head. “Good boy, just run along now.”
Hermione shuddered slightly in the closet. Blaise sounded so dead, so empty. Millicent caught the slight movement from the closet and she frowned.
“Blaise will try to blame you again later,” Millicent said bluntly, moving towards the cabinet and she jerked open the doors, and looked at Hermione. “Out. I have a port key, its destination is Spinner’s End, from there you can find your own way,” Millicent handed her a bag from around her shoulder.
Hermione looked at her with a suspicious expression and Millicent rolled her eyes. “Or you can just stay here and become a punching bag for Voldemort,” hissed Millicent as she thrust the bag into her hands.
Hermione grasped the bag like a lifeline and she opened the drawstring part, inside lay a simple golden key, she knew innately that this was the port key. She reached down for the key and grasped her hand around it. Her eyes landed on Draco and she painfully closed her eyes. It was too soon for her to see the tear that had snaked its way sdown his face.
Hermione disappeared suddenly and Millicent turned to Draco with a solemn look.
“You did the right thing,” she said quietly, and she placed her hand on his shoulder.
Draco shrugged off her hand and turned towards the window. He folded his arms and stared grimly out into the snow-covered grounds by the Whomping Willow.
“It would be a first time,” Draco replied, and he ignored the tears that burned in his eyes.
TBC: Read and Review please, Sorry if Millie & Snape squitch you, I like Millie, she has spunk, not JKR’s but mine. :P