PART SEVEN: BLOOD ON HER HANDS

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Hermione couldn't stop thinking of Draco. Tied up in her father's mansion, an exile, despised by her friends, she couldn't stop touching herself and thinking of Draco Malfoy. She was very bored.

But it was then the fireplace magically flared to life, and suddenly in tumbled Dobby.

"Why is Hermione Granger here?"

"Oh, Dobby!" she cried, flinging her arms around him. "I've been kidnapped!"

"Dobby will rescue Hermione!"

"No, Dobby," she said, drawing herself to her full height and staring down at him proudly. "I will rescue myself."

"Dobby's very sad," Dobby lamented, then vanished into the fireplace.

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Draco gazed listlessly out the window. Funny how he'd never appreciated the mudblood until he'd lost her forever.

"Oh, if only her father wasn't a ruthless gangster," he said in a melancholy voice.

"Draco…"

Pansy's voice lilted through the smoke-filled room. She was taking a puff of an opium pipe. In Draco's state of depression, she'd dragged him into a depraved downward-spiral of drug-use and sexual licentiousness.

"Come smoke some opium," Pansy said. "And then have sex with me and a few other people at the same time."

Draco sighed, a single tear dripping down his cheek.

"Alas, what have I become?... Hermione, please come back to Hogwarts."

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Hermione was dreaming of Draco again, and woke up hot and bothered. "My blonde stallion," she whispered. "How I miss you and your throbbing manhood."

Suddenly a loud crack resounded through the air, and there stood Tom the inkeeper.

"Hermione!" he cried, waking her up with a jerk. "I heard what happened! I'm here to rescue you!"

"I barely know you, freakshow," Hermione snapped. "And I shall rescue myself.!"

Sadly Tom apparated away.

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"I hate to admit it," Ron said, "But I miss Hermione, however much of a scumbag she actually was."

"I hate to admit it, but so do I," Harry whispered.

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Hermione awoke with a scream when suddenly Draco Malfoy appeared before her.

"I couldn't stand it anymore, Hermione!" Draco screamed. "I miss you, so dreadfully much!"

"OH, DRACO!"

They fell into each other's arms, kissing and hugging.

"We'll run away together. To hell with all who despise you for being a mudblood!" Draco declared.

"That we will!... But first I must rescue myself."

"Oh, okay."

Draco left. Hermione climbed out the window and passed Neville, impaled on one of the big tree branches. He'd obviously fallen in some foolish attempt to rescue her.

"Poor Neville…" she said sadly.

Then she reached the ground and disapparated to her destiny… Her destiny with Draco Malfoy.

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THE END