Author: NefariousImp PM
Draco and the Golden Trio have to go into hiding under Hogwarts. Why is Hermione so cozy with Draco? What will her bodyguards do when they find out? How fast will the four of them drive each other to complete insanity? Why doesn't McGonagall use wrinkle cRated: Fiction M - English - Humor/Romance - Draco M. & Hermione G. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 11,986 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 37 - Updated: 11-01-06 - Published: 10-18-06 - id: 3203958
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A/N: This chapter takes a different turn than I expected, but I had writers block the other way. If you guy's would review giving me ideas then I wouldn't have to write so retardedly! lol.
Chapter Three: A New Trio
I opened my eyes to see Hermione curled up like a kitten in my arms. I grinned at the smudge of chocolate on her cheek and wiped it off, causing her to stir.
"Hermione...wake up, kitty cat." I said kissing her bare neck lightly.
She giggled and opened her eyes.
"Good morning..." She said stretching and yawning. I stared at her lithe body flexing beneath the large t-shirt she had put on over the bikini.
She suddenly sat up.
"Oh, we've got to get to class! Professor Snape will..."
"Hermione! We're dead, remember?"
She stared at me in confusion then suddenly it turned to despair, alarming me more than I cared to admit.
She moaned sadly and flopped down on the bed in tears.
"Hermione, what's wrong, sweetheart?" I said pulling her into my arms. She sniffled and sobbed some more. I was used to her crying now. I'd held her when she found out her grandmother had died, and when she got a bad grade in Potions. It was the only class she got them in, but they did effect her record.
I just couldn't stand to see this particular girl cry. It was only her.
I could watch hundreds of other girls cry and just laugh at them and their 'time of the month' moods, but with her I felt helpless.
I hated it. I hated that she had that power over me, but I couldn't let her know that. It'd give her more power.
"Baby, please, tell me. I can usually guess, but I'm stumpped right now. It just came from nowhere without any apparent reason. Baby doll?" I said cringing over the sap that I had become just for her.
What was wrong with me?
"Oh, Dracoooooo, I'll never...ever be able to..." she let out another sob. I was starting to get annoyed. 'Mow the grass again' is what I heard.
"What?" I said. "Can you repeat that?" She sat up with tears running down her face. I held her face in my hands and brushed them away with my thumbs.
"I'll never be able to go to class again!" I stared at her dumbfounded.
"Class?!" She was crying about never being able to go to class again! I had to fight the grin that was threatening to break out.
I must have failed cause she glared at me and shoved me off the bed.
"Don't laugh!" She yelled, standing up with her hands on her hips, which was obviously the key words to do just that, because I started to laugh uncontrollably.
Furious, she growled and yelled 'get out' at me and shoved me out of the bed room into the common room.
I looked up in surprise as I found the door slammed in my face.
"Hermione! It's my room!" I yelled, then turned as I noticed Harry and Ron sitting at opposite ends of the table, each with a forkfull of food halfway to their mouths and different looks on their faces.
"What did you do to her, Malfoy?" Ron demanded with a look of ferocity, dropping his fork and standing.
I glared at him.
"Nothing...She just...Why do you care?" I said defensively. "You aren't her friend, remember?" I noticed Harry just continued to eat ignoring us both.
"I'm her best..."
"You're her best nothing, Weasel. You gave her up because she wasn't being the good little back up she was supposed to be and decided to get a life of her own. That's your problem." I said sitting down at the table, eating a roll that was in front of me.
"Yeah, well, maybe I changed my mind?" He said sitting back down.
"No." Harry said glaring at Ron. Both of our heads snapped over to look at him in confusion.
"What? Harry, surely you aren't taking his..."
"No, I'm taking MY side. You don't just throw your friends away because they aren't doing what you want. You said you weren't my friend. So you aren't. I'm not going to let you hurt Hermione either." We both looked at him in shock as he made the announcement and then continued eating.
The famous Golden Trio was officially split up? Why couldn't this have happened when I wasn't dead? I could've had so much fun with this!
Of course, I guess the reason it happened in the first place was because of me, so I wasn't too disappointed.
Besides, I finally get what I wanted.
I'd once asked Harry to be my friend on the night we were sorted into our houses, and he'd turned me down because he was already friends with Ron Weasley.
I got Ron Weasley's best friend and his girl!
What more could a Weasley-hating-Slytherin ask for?
A new Golden Trio?
Hmm, I liked the sound of that.
"So," Harry said breaking my thoughts and keeping me from betraying them by breaking out into a triumphant smirk. I looked up at him. "Why was Hermione so mad?"
I rolled my eyes and wiped my mouth on a napkin.
"The silly twat started crying because she wouldn't ever be able to go to class again and I laughed." Harry and Ron both looked at me and started chuckling, before both of them broke out in laughter, just as Hermione came out of the room.
They took one look at her and laughed harder.
It was a very different scene from the one that had played out only a moment before.
"Leave it to Hermione to think about class AFTER she's dead." Harry laughed. I looked at her and instead of looking pissed about us laughing, she was blushing.
She came over and sat down next to me and drank from the goblet in front of her.
"Sorry for throwing you out of your room, Draco." She whispered bashfully.
"Oh my God!" We heard from behind us.
We all turned around to see Ginny with her hands over her mouth and tears streaming down her face. We stared in absolute shock at her.
"They told me, but I didn't believe..." She ran to Ron and threw her arms around his neck, then to Harry, and to Hermione. She was about to tackle me when she realized who she was about to hug and stopped. "Sorry, Malfoy." She said shyly.
"Ginny, what are you doing down here?" Ron asked.
"Oh," She said picking up a piece of toast and sitting on the other side of the table so she could see everyone. "I was so upset over you guys dying that I slit my wrists."
I glanced down at her wrists, seeing nothing I looked back at her face.
"Oh, that's the cover story that Dumbledore told everyone. I'm dead too. See?" She said pointing to the wall. A door appeared on the other side of Draco's that hadn't been their previously.
"So, you're staying?" Hermione said excitedly. Ginny nodded and bit into her toast. "Yay!!" She said clapping her hands with a huge smile on her face. "I thought I was gonna be the only one around here to die because they drowned in the Sea of Testosterone. Now, we can drown together!" She grinned. Ginny laughed.
"Whoo-hoo. So, I take it these guys have been fighting with Draco, huh? Hi, Draco, glad to see you're dead too." She smiled at him.
"Actually, your idiot brother's the problem!" Hermione scowled down the table at Ron who scowled back.
"Ronald Weasley! Can't anyone have a relationship without your prior consent?" Ginny scolded. He glared at her.
"You knew about them?" He yelled.
Ginny scoffed and waved her hand.
"Of course I knew about them, she's my best friend! We tell each other everything."
"Everything?" I said dropping my fork.
She looked at me with a knowing smirk.
She looked so sweet usually. Who knew that she was really a minature Lucifer in disquise.
Well, it explained the red hair.
"Please, tell us about this 'everything' of which you speak." Harry said with a mischievious twinkle in his green eyes.
"Forget it, Potter!" I said, then glared at Ginny. "Don't tell them, Strawberry!"
She raised an eyebrow in challenge.
Obviously threats wouldn't work on these three.
Merlin, I missed my minions.
"Please." I said softly looking at her pleadingly. All four of them stared at me in shock. "What? I can be nice when I want to be." I frowned.
"Alright, I won't tell." She grinned. "If for no other reason than I'd like to hear you beg more often." I scowled at her as the others chuckled.
"So, any news? Well, other than your unfortunate demise?" Harry asked.
"How're mum and dad?" Ron asked softly.
"They aren't suicidal, but they're still devestated. I can only imagine what all of our deaths will do to them." She whispered softly. "Dumbledore said to expect one of your tutors in an hour."
"Hey, let's have a party tonight. Celebrate the fact that we aren't really dead and the new addition to our little undead group, Strawberry." I said trying to break the heavy mood that had settled on everyone.
"I think I liked it better when you used to call me Weaselette." Ginny scowled at me.
"Well, I used that as an insult. According to Hermione, I've secretly undergone personality-plastic surgery. So, I need a nickname for you and all I got was Strawberry." I smirked at her. At least I could still annoy her without the insult.
"Really?" Harry spoke up. "What's my new nickname?"
"The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Pain-In-My-Ass?" I shrugged. "Give me time, I'll think of something, Potter."
An hour later, we were unpleasantly surprised with the arrival of Professor Snape to teach us our Advanced Potions.
Another hour later and we were really getting pissed at being trapped down in the cave with him.
He finally left, in his normal cloak billowing exit and we all sighed in relief.
"How the hell have you Gryffindors put up with him all these years? Also, I just realized something." I said, thouroughly confused. Were these people complete idiots? "Snape is a death-eater. You do realize that we're all screwed, and I don't mean metaphorically either."
"Malfoy," Harry said looking at me. "There's nothing to worry about."
"What do you mean? Snape is a deatheater who's a spy. He'll tell Voldemort, probably get moved up in the ranks, and we'll be trapped here while Death Eater's invade the school" I said panicking.
"Draco," Hermione said wrapping her arms around my waist. I looked down into her chocolate eyes. "It wasn't my place to tell you earlier, but I guess there's no other choice right now."
I looked at the rest of the people in the group. Even Ron was looking at me, trying to decipher my expressions.
"Draco, Snape's a double agent." I looked at Harry.
"A...a double? Are you sure?" I said calming down.
"I'm very sure." Harry grinned and the others chuckled. I must be missing some joke or something. "He became a double agent several years ago. He's telling Voldemort only a few things, just to keep his standing, but he's telling us everything he possibly can."
"Well, it's obvious he's a double agent for somebody, the question is who?" I said annoyed at their naivity. "How can you know for sure? Blind faith only counts for so much Potter."
"Veritaserum." He said. I laughed darkly.
"Veritaserum? Oh, you mean the stuff that both Voldemort and my Father are immune to?" They stared at me in shock.
"What do you mean, Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"Professor Snape is a Potion Master. He's created a potion that makes you immune to Veritaserum. Do you really think that he wouldn't use it on himself?" They stared at me in horror as I chuckled humorously. "As I said," I plopped down on the couch glaring at them. "We are screwed."
Hermione flopped down next to me in a daze.
"Harry, what are we going to do? If Draco's right, we are screwed!" I pulled her against me to calm her down. The rest of them sat down.
"Well, what are we going to do?" Ron asked. "We can't just sit here like good dead people, we've got to figure out a way to get out of here without Snape being suspicious."
"Well, we must tell someone, and the only person I truly trust at the moment is Dumbledore." Harry said.
"And McGonagall." Hermione said.
"No. Well, yes, but we obviously can't know for sure. But if Dumbledore was on Voldemort's side then he'd just hand the school over to him. There'd be no reason for subterfuge." Harry stood up and said the spell to call Dumbledore, saying blue afterwards.
"Nobody say anything, let me speak. Unless I specifically ask you a question. We just need to find out what's going on." Harry said as the sound of the spiral staircase opened.
Dumbledore exited the stairway.
"Ah, what can I help you with?" He said passing a bowl of lemon drops around.
"We have a few questions that we need an answer to, please, sit." Harry said.
When they were both seated I cut in, not liking being told to be silent.
"Are you aware that you're being handed to Voldemort on a silver platter?"
"Malfoy!" Harry glared at me, I smirked.
"Draco, please, let Harry do this." Hermione whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes, and dramatically waved my hand, letting him know that he had the floor.
"Headmaster, we've been informed by Draco of some rather disturbing news. I was wondering what you knew about it." He paused and glanced at me. "Snape apparently has created a potion that makes a person immune to Veritaserum. And apparently Voldemort and Lucius have used it." Dumbledore froze, the twinkle completely gone from his eye.
"You didn't know did you?" Harry said crestfallen. It was a statement more than a question. He had apparently hoped that it was just a trick that Snape and Dumbledore were using to throw Voldemort off the scent. "Headmaster, please, tell me that it's just some potion that combines Veritaserum and a memory charm, so that they don't know they told the truth." Harry begged.
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, I was completely unaware of this potion and if what Mr. Malfoy says is true then..."
"We're screwed?" I added helpfully.
"How do we know this isn't just some plot of Malfoy's to gain our trust and turn our backs on our only informant?" Ron asked glaring daggers at me.
"Weasel, has it ever occured to you that in ministry positions that they use Veritaserum on the applicants who apply for a job?"
"So...I can name three death eaters who work for the ministry. Don't you think it's strange that none of the death eaters are caught? Surely one or two would slip up here or there." I said. I felt Hermione gasp against my side and looked down at her.
"You know the names of the death eaters?" She asked.
"Most of them." I shrugged. "I doubt that there's a single one of my father's friends that aren't. He's not all that good at making friends with nice people. Want the list? I'll have it for you in a few hours. It won't be complete by any means, but those will be the ones that I know of."
"I must speak to someone. I'll return in an hour. If I'm not back in exactly one hour. Find a way out of here and get to Professor McGonagall. I've known here most of my life. I trust her more than anyone else." He said and disappeared out up the stairs, the fireplace moving to cover it.
If he doesn't come back, what are we going to do?" Ginny asked sitting next to Harry.
"Get out, I guess."
"I meant 'how' Harry." She frowned at him.
"Well, does anyone have any 'floo' powder?" Everyone shook their heads negatively. "We could try apparating?"
"It's Hogwarts, we're inside the no-apparating boundries and that includes under the school as well, otherwise, every death eater would have already tried it." I frowned as our list of options ran out. "Other than the stairs, we're stuck. Question is, did anyone pay attention to how they left?" Again with the negative head-shakes.
"I saw how we came in, but I didn't see which blocks to let them leave."
An hour came and went and we looked worriedly at each other.
"We're screwed." This time we all said it together.
A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update, everybody around here's been sick and I have to figure out how to keep the house clean, watch my two kids, ect...The only real time I get to write is during naps, and they don't last long. But I'll try. Please, I'm needing some ideas on where to go with this. One thing I will say is Snape really is on Voldemorts side. Tell me what you'd like to see. Why didn't Dumbledore come back? How do they get out or are they just stuck there? You're reviews and ideas make me more inspired to write, cause they give me ideas. Which means you get more updates, and faster.