Pretty to pretend

i know its been months and im sorry. i was on a writers block i knew what i wanted to write i just didnt have the push to do so. well im back so there. lol. oh and if any one thinks that hermione is a little OOC shes not, no one knows her really, all the books were about harry. how would we know what she thinks and feels. huh>?

Chapter 7


When she reached the hallway entrance to Gryffindor tower from the secret
Passage way she thanked her lucky stars that she had even made it this far. She
sighed too soon.


The masked man grabbed her by her hair and wrenched her face around to look him
in the eyes. He reached down and ripped the wand from her hand and threw it across
the room, laughing at the surprised look on her face. She was as yet too surprised to
scream.

Two almost colorless eyes were the only living thing in the cool steel of his death eater
mask.

Hate emanated from them, the cold look leaking out like a noxious gas. Studying the
Mask she thought she recognized it, knew that she would never forget the mouth of
the mask, that was nothing more than a line cut through the icy metal. Hermione
focused on his eyes, noting the shallow grey that matched the metal nicely. The crazed
look that gave them life was what gave their owner away.


“Mr. Malfoy.” Hermione whispered, attempting to pull away, though the death grip he
had on her hair did nothing to help her struggles. She cried out finally as he pulled her
back towards him, her hands going to his trying to pry his fingers away. She
located his pinky and bent it back with everything she had and heard the gratifying
snap as it broke under her fingers. She was immediately released and fell to the
floor, the force behind her pushing her across the cement she landed on her shoulder
with her ass in air.

Pushing her self up she skittered on her hands and knees, scraping them worse then before.
She heard a howl of rage behind her as she scrambled to her feet.

She spun around just in time to see him lunge at her,
though she was fast she was not fast enough and he threw her to the ground and fell
on top of her. She landed on her side, bashing her cheek against the ground as his
weight landed on her and forced the air out of her in a high scream. Laying on top of
her for a second, he pulled the mask from his face and threw it down beside them.


Hermione’s lungs were burning from lack of air, as she struggled under him,
attempting to push him off of her. He righted him self and straddled her legs, pinning
them to the ground and releasing her lungs from his weight. Pulling air in to her lungs
she screamed again, as he grabbed at her hands, pinning them to the cold cement
floor beneath her.


Over her screams she could hear him laughing, staring up in to his cold eyes, all she
could hear was laughter, her screams blocked entirely by the sound.


“My my, little Mudblood bitch, how you‘ve changed We‘re quite the mature filth now
aren’t we? You thought it was a good idea to break my finger didn’t you, as if it would
be enough to distract me from the prize.” He grinned down at her insanely. Hermione noticed that his trip to Azkaban had not helped his looks, though he was very attractive for an older man before he was no longer. His face had a crazed expression, lines around his eyes only made the crazy happy look worse, more terrorizing then it should have been in the flickering torch light.

Hermione was thinking very quickly. She would not let herself get stalled up again. She had places to be and people to save. “Fuck you Malfoy.” Her voice was quiet and self assured. She wasn't sure where the strength came from

His smile grew. “OH my dear Mudblood, you would love that wouldn’t you?” he cackled at her as he attempted to adjust him self, leaning forward to pull open his robe. “I intend to do just that my pretty little piece of filth.” Hermione blanched at the idea. But he had given her an opening.

She smiled at him as he leaned closer and released one of her hands. He had placed his wand on the ground next to him, opposite her now free hand. He thought that was a good idea, that she couldn’t get to it. Well she didn’t intend to use her hands. Pulling her leg up very quickly she kneed him square in the ass, using his own forward momentum she tumbled him over her face first in to the concrete. Kicking out he was able to send his wand away a few feet. But Hermione was fine with that, spinning slightly she stood in to a crouch as he rolled over on to his side. She lunged forward using all of her weight and strength, bringing her knees strait on to his chest and sternum. He cried out in pain as there was a cracking of one of his ribs. She fell off to the side as he used his other hand to try to shove her. He still had a hold of her hand as she rolled over and was able to barely reach his wand first.

“Petrificus Totalus, you stupid son of a bitch.” She got him square in face, and smirked as she wrenched her hand from his grip. She spun to walk away but thought better of it. Pointing his own wand strait between his legs she whispered, “Reducto.” She smirked again as his eyes widened.

She cast a concealment charm on her self as she checked the hallway out side of Gryffindor tower. Other than Malfoy there were no other death eaters about, but that would change she was sure. The portrait was currently empty. Hopefully the Fat Lady had gone to alert all the other paintings of the danger now in the castle. She heard a crashing down the hall and started banging on the portrait.

It was only a second before she heard a muffled, “who’s there?”
She was relieved they were still in there. “its Hermione open up the door quickly.”
The bangs were now accompanied by shouts down the hall.

The door was opened just an inch and she shoved it open, pushing who ever was on the other side over. It was Neville. She slammed the portrait closed behind her and surveyed the room. There was a group of first through fourth years all huddled together, the younger ones crying the older ones staring at her in shock. She noticed on the other side of Neville was Ginny, staring at her as if she had grown two heads.

“Hermione! Your alive! We thought… Harry wasn’t sure, he and Ron went to go look for you.” She rushed forward and grabbed the older girl by the shoulders and kissed her on the cheek, so happy to see her alive. Hermione allowed her self to hug Ginny then push her away softly. The younger girl was crying now.

“Ginny, which way did they go? Did all of the older students go with them?” Hermione held her at arms length as she looked in to her blue eyes. She nodded.

“They said they were going down to the great hall. The portraits said that mostly every one was being held there.”

Hermione spun away from her and started pacing. “Alright, alright, I can get down there, but what if they have them. What am I going to do with you guys, what am I going to do to get them out… Think Hermione. Think. Think.”

Where could she put every one. Just as she thought of this there was a loud banging against the portrait. Too high up to be a student they all stared at it in shock. “holy shit. Guys follow me!” Hermione shouted as she ran to the other side of the room, to the door that now many knew was concealed there. She thanked her lucky stars yet again for her obsession with Hogwarts: A History. This door led her strait to her dorms.

Saying her password low enough for no one to hear and waving her wand over the blank wall the door appeared. And Hermione pushed her way through, hoping that the door would be invisible again once she was done using it. She held it for all the others as she ushered them through. The heavy bangs on the main portrait were becoming deafening to the ears they were so loud. The last one through the door was Ginny as Hermione pulled her self through and shoved the door closed behind just as a loud crash signified that they had gotten though. The doorknob behind her disappeared as the door did as well, only a faint outline could be seen. The door no longer existed, and it could not be bashed through like the Gryffindor portrait had been. She sighed a huge sigh of relief as she noted her door was still closed and that they were safe.

She bound across the room and picked up her wand off of the table she had left it on. “Yes, finally my own wand!” the fire was still going strong as she had left it and she chucked Malfoy’s wand in to the fire, as it crackled and spit sparks.

She looked back at the people now in her room, all huddled together frightened looking.

“alright, you lot stay here. This place is impenetrable. There is no way to access this room unless your head girl or the head master. Stay here, I’m going.” She conjured five stacked of ten blankets and turned to the door to leave.

“Hermione! Wait. I want to go with you.” Ginny ran up to her grabbing her hand to hold her back. Hermione pulled her hand back, holding it to her chest and shook her head. That was not a good idea.

“no I need you to stay here, to protect them.”

“But you said they were safe. That no one could get in here. You need me with you.”

“no, I’m going alone. You stay here, they are frightened and they need you. I need you to stay here." Damn that weasley fire.

“you cant make me stay, you cant tell me what to do” She had her hands on her hips now, and chin jutted out. Hermione shook her head.

“I can, and I am. Stay here. I know that you are very strong, and very capable to curse but they need you to protect them. Ginny please, I love you, just do this.”

She went to open her mouth again and Neville spoke up. “I’ll go Ginny, she wont be alone.”

Ginny looked at the two of them, than back at the crying kids and nodded her head.

“Return to me, Hermione, and bring Harry and Ron back as well. I’ll never forgive you if you don’t.” Her eyes were sad and empty as she said this, tears welling and trying to break free. Hermione leaned forward and hugged her tightly.

“I know Ginny, I will.” She turned and motioned Neville to come with her. They were off.

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