Chapter 4 of "Unwilling"
EDIT: Jan 18, 2010
Here is chapter 4 of Unwilling.
Title: Unwilling
Author: JohnnyPickAlot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Humor, Supernatural (oooOOOooOh!)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: The Golden Trio find away to defeat Voldemort but the only way to fulfill that mission to is to seek the help of Draco Malfoy.
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A few hours passed and Hermione was still not talking to Ron. Even after his many attempts to apologize, she just kept ignoring him. Ron felt really bad for upsetting Hermione, but he really didn’t want Malfoy to be there. It was just plain ridiculous. What if he did something or hurt someone in an escape attempt. Ron didn’t trust him one bit.
Harry also had his doubts about the Death Eater staying there with them. There was a good chance that he might try something. But, they had to find Lyra and the Horcrux and he was the only good resource they could find on where to search for them.
Hermione sighed as she sat down on the couch and stretched out. Yes, she was still sour about what Ron had said a few hours back. He had no right to act so vulgar. She wasn’t a big fan of Draco Malfoy either, but Merlin. That was just down right rude and inhumane to wish for someone’s death. Even Ronald Weasley should know better than that.
Oh, if only his mother would’ve heard him, she thought, huffing aloud in aggravation.
“Stupid…,” She mumbled. Hermione wasn’t even as angry as she had been before. She had had plenty of time to calm down but she couldn’t help but throw around a few immature murmurs about how stupid, pig headed, ignorant and arrogant Ronald Weasley was.
After that was said and done, she sighed and looked around the large living area. You would’ve thought that it would’ve appeared spacey because of the high ceiling but it was rather small and cramped. Hermione looked around at the walls and felt her lip curl at the horrendous décor and furnishings. It all looked so old and depressing.
Making a mental note that she needed to redecorate, she got up and was about to grab a book to read but spotted Malfoy sitting in the kitchen, talking with Moody. Hermione stopped and walked quietly to kitchen door, trying not to bring their attention to her. But obviously she wasn’t quiet enough because Malfoy immediately looked dead at her. She gasped slightly at being spotted but felt confused. She was silent. How did he hear her?
Malfoy‘s expression didn‘t change in the least before returning his attention back to Moody.
“Well, Granger. Come on, have a seat,” Moody said gruffly, pulling up a chair so she could sit down.
Hermione hesitated at first, but nodded and sat down next to Moody. Then they both turned to Malfoy.
“Anyway, like I was saying,” Moody said, “You said that the last time you saw Lyra was a year ago. Why so long?” He asked.
“My father didn’t want me seeing her much,” He said, shrugging.
“You’re a grown man. I think you’d be able to do what you want by now,” Moody said with a smirk.
Draco sneered, “You obviously don’t know my father.”
Moody shrugged, “So, why didn’t he want you seeing her?”
Malfoy leaned back in his chair and observed the lace on the table, fidgeting with a loose string, “He was jealous.”
“Jealous? Jealous of what?” Hermione slipped into the interrogation.
“The Dark Lord’s fondness of her and of her power,” He said, almost softly as if he’d be struck down if he said it any louder.
Moody eyebrows furrowed, “Her power?” He asked, cautiously.
Draco looked up at them finally, “Yes, her power.”
“What do you mean by power?” Hermione asked.
“I mean that she has strength. She has authority. She’s smart, cunning and magically powerful. A squirrel could’ve kept his nut from her, and she would’ve sent a whole army on it’s arse. I learned a lot of what I know from her,” He said, “My father always said that he wasn’t jealous of her at all. Just thought that she was a bad influence on me,” He laughed, even though he didn’t find anything very humorous. “Like he was such a better role model.”
Moody nodded, “So, he wasn’t jealous?”
Malfoy smirked, “Oh, no. He was jealous all right. He just didn’t want to admit that the woman of the family topped him magically and mentally.”
“Where is she now?” Hermione asked.
“Like I said, I haven’t seen her in a year. How should I know?” He asked back.
“You said you had an idea of where she might be,” Hermione retorted.
“Yeah, well maybe I’m not so sure now,” Malfoy said.
“I’d give us an answer quick before we send your good for nothing arse back to Azkaban,” Hermione said, frustrated.
Malfoy’s lip curled, “Feisty.”
Moody stood up, “That’s enough, you come with me. You stay here.” He took Malfoy back to his temporary placement in the house. Then he came back to see Hermione still sitting there.
“So, where are we now,” He mused.
“What did he say before I came in?” Hermione asked.
“He told me that he hadn’t seen her in a year and that the last time he saw her, she was on the run. Malfoy said that he knew her old hideout but wasn’t quite sure if she still retreated there,” Moody said, sitting back down next to her.
She nodded and sighed, “Did he say where the old hideout was?”
Moody nodded, “Yes, he said it was down in the deep country side up north. He didn’t know the city but I believe I know where he is talking about. There’s not much up north other than woods. Her hideout is most likely in the middle of the forest, underground.”
“Yes, that would be most likely, wouldn’t it?” She mused.
Moody nodded and waited as she thought something over in her head.
“But what if she’s not afraid of being captured. What if she’s being obvious and is living in some city?” She asked.
“I don’t know, Hermione. Malfoy said that she was on the run before and technically she still has reason to be on the run for she’s actually one of the most wanted witches in Europe. And, she’s a follower of Voldemort. So, I doubt that she’d be that big headed.”
Hermione shrugged, “Well, she’s a Malfoy. You never know, seeing as they are a dull breed.”
They both chuckled as Hermione got up and poured two coffees for them.
After a few moments of silence, Hermione asked, “So, do you believe Malfoy about her ’power’? Or do you think he was just over exaggerating?”
Moody shrugged, “I’m not sure. The only reason he would exaggerate is because he would be trying to intimidate us. But he should know by now that The Order is not very easily intimidated, because we all want this to be over.”
Hermione eyebrows furrowed in the middle, “So, you think it’s a sort of warning?”
He shrugged again, “Might be but I can’t be for sure. I don’t know. I’ll have to sleep on it.” With that, Moody finished off his coffee and walked out of the kitchen and left Hermione with her thoughts.
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Draco sighed as he stared up at the bad water damage and mold on the ceiling of his temporary ‘luxury suite’, so to say. He scoffed out loud and squished a beetle with his boot as it was crawling up the bedpost near his foot. This wasn’t even a normally bedroom. Yeah, sure. The room contained a bed, if you could call it a bed, and a milk crate for a make shift table, but this was not a bedroom. He sighed again. Draco shifted slightly on his bed and heard the old springs in the mattress creak with age. Holy shit, this was actually a mattress, he thought suddenly as he looked down at the bed. I thought it was a cement slab. He shifted again, listening to the scratchy squeak. Wow, this might actually be a luxury suite after all. He mused sarcastically in his mind, his face sporting his infamous smirk.
After a while, he got tired of counting the numerous cracks in the ceiling and decided that he needed to get out of this room. He got up off of the mattress quickly but regretted it as it made a cracking noise and sounded like it would break. Draco froze for a few more seconds, seeing if the cot would collapse before him. When it didn’t fall apart, he sighed in relief. He might have thought the mattress was horrible, but the floor would be even worse.
With that taken care of, he took a step to the door and turned the knob, but it was locked. He ‘hmphed’ and took a step back. Well, he thought, of course they would lock it. You’re the prisoner, remember. Draco gritted his teeth slightly, “Well, this is just bloody brilliant. I need to take a piss and I can’t get through the bloody door.” He kicked it, a part of his juvenile side coming out. As if kicking the door would actually do anything, but it made him feel a little better. But, then again, his bladder didn’t really agree with this action. He groaned, “Great.” A few more moments passed and he started shouting.
“Hey! Oi! Anyone there! Hello! HELL--”
Hermione opened the door and he jumped a foot back in mild shock.
“Will you stop screaming around all ready!” She said, clearly annoyed. Hermione was actually in the middle of a very intriguing muggle novel before she got interrupted by Malfoy’s shouts.
“Well, I needed to get someone’s attention,” He said innocently, like he had done nothing wrong.
She gritted her teeth, “Okay, well. You’ve got it. What do you want?” Hermione said, very irritated indeed.
Draco locked eyes with her for a second by accident. Her warm, amber eyes were fiery and turbulent as she stared back at him. He then looked down at her attire and noticed that she had changed from the last time he had seen her. Instead of sweats and a t-shirt, she was now wearing blue denim pants, yellow flats, and a yellow tee with some weird muggle graphic design on it. Also, her hair fell loose around her face, curling ever so slightly outward and her ear were adorned by two small diamonds. She looked very stunning right then. He wondered if she was going somewhere. Then he looked back at her face to see that she was blushing and slightly angry.
“Well, now that I consider that question,” He drawled slightly, with a smirk on his face.
Her cheeks turned into a ripe red as she looked at him with shock and disgust. Then she huffed and slammed the door, locking it again magically.
Draco chuckled slightly at her reaction. He loved to see her get riled up. It was too fun. But then his face dropped as he realized, he still need to go to the bathroom, really bad.
“Hey! Granger! Oi, come back here! Please! HELLO!” He shouted yet again, but no one came. Draco sighed and hopped around slightly. He really, really had to go.
“”Ey Granger! Get back here! If you don’t get back here and let me out to go take a piss I will leak all over this bloody room. Do you hear me?! I said--”
She came back in with an even angrier look on her face. Her cheeks were still red, but this time it wasn’t from blushing. She was severely irritated with Draco Malfoy.
“I heard you already!” She shouted back.
This time he didn’t jump as much; no more than he was already doing.
“I need to go to the loo…bad,” He said, hopping very slightly.
Hermione looked down at his feet and then back at his face and cracked a tiny smile. “Oh, do you?” She asked.
“Yes, I do. May I go to the bathroom,” He said, growing irritated at that smile on her face.
“Well, I don’t know. What’s the magic word?” She asked, her smile growing.
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake. May I, please, go to the bloody bathroom so I can take a wiz,” He asked.
She nodded, “Okay then,” Still smiling, trying to hold in her laughter, she opened the door wider.
He started to step out but she put a hand out to stop him. “I never said go,” She said.
Hermione then took out her wand and pointed it to his wrist, conjuring up handcuffs and a connecting chain what she was holding in her hand.
“Okay, now you may go,” She said, smirking. The handcuffs were completely unnecessary but it was way too funny to pass up the chance of humiliating Malfoy more. Pay back is indeed a bitch, Malfoy.
He rolled his eyes and murmured something about “bloody mudblood” and she pulled him back immediately.
“Now, now. That’s not very nice. You have to be nice to go to the restroom,” She said, one eyebrow arched.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Please. Please. Just let me go to the bathroom.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and let him go with her walking behind him.
Ron and Harry were in the hallway as they stopped by the bathroom door. They stared as Hermione opened the door for him and let him in.
She then turned on the light, and took off the handcuffs with a flick of her wand, “Go on then.”
He looked coyly to her, “Oh, you don’t want to join me in here? It’s nice and cozy.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help to blush very lightly, “I hope you fall in the toilet and drown, Malfoy.” Hermione then promptly slammed the door.
“That’s not very nice,” He said loudly so she could hear him. He did what he came there to do and then after a few moments, he went to open the door again but it was locked. “Oi Granger! I’m done in here.”
Hermione then opened the door and put the handcuffs back on and led him back to his room. This time, she didn’t even stay long enough for him to say anything. Once he was inside, she flicked her wand and the handcuffs deteriorated. Then she slammed the door again.
Draco shook his head, “Women are so weird.” With that said, he sat back down on the hard as rock mattress and took a quick nap.
Here is chapter 4 of Unwilling.
Title: Unwilling
Author: JohnnyPickAlot
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Humor, Supernatural (oooOOOooOh!)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: The Golden Trio find away to defeat Voldemort but the only way to fulfill that mission to is to seek the help of Draco Malfoy.
Please Read && Review
A few hours passed and Hermione was still not talking to Ron. Even after his many attempts to apologize, she just kept ignoring him. Ron felt really bad for upsetting Hermione, but he really didn’t want Malfoy to be there. It was just plain ridiculous. What if he did something or hurt someone in an escape attempt. Ron didn’t trust him one bit.
Harry also had his doubts about the Death Eater staying there with them. There was a good chance that he might try something. But, they had to find Lyra and the Horcrux and he was the only good resource they could find on where to search for them.
Hermione sighed as she sat down on the couch and stretched out. Yes, she was still sour about what Ron had said a few hours back. He had no right to act so vulgar. She wasn’t a big fan of Draco Malfoy either, but Merlin. That was just down right rude and inhumane to wish for someone’s death. Even Ronald Weasley should know better than that.
Oh, if only his mother would’ve heard him, she thought, huffing aloud in aggravation.
“Stupid…,” She mumbled. Hermione wasn’t even as angry as she had been before. She had had plenty of time to calm down but she couldn’t help but throw around a few immature murmurs about how stupid, pig headed, ignorant and arrogant Ronald Weasley was.
After that was said and done, she sighed and looked around the large living area. You would’ve thought that it would’ve appeared spacey because of the high ceiling but it was rather small and cramped. Hermione looked around at the walls and felt her lip curl at the horrendous décor and furnishings. It all looked so old and depressing.
Making a mental note that she needed to redecorate, she got up and was about to grab a book to read but spotted Malfoy sitting in the kitchen, talking with Moody. Hermione stopped and walked quietly to kitchen door, trying not to bring their attention to her. But obviously she wasn’t quiet enough because Malfoy immediately looked dead at her. She gasped slightly at being spotted but felt confused. She was silent. How did he hear her?
Malfoy‘s expression didn‘t change in the least before returning his attention back to Moody.
“Well, Granger. Come on, have a seat,” Moody said gruffly, pulling up a chair so she could sit down.
Hermione hesitated at first, but nodded and sat down next to Moody. Then they both turned to Malfoy.
“Anyway, like I was saying,” Moody said, “You said that the last time you saw Lyra was a year ago. Why so long?” He asked.
“My father didn’t want me seeing her much,” He said, shrugging.
“You’re a grown man. I think you’d be able to do what you want by now,” Moody said with a smirk.
Draco sneered, “You obviously don’t know my father.”
Moody shrugged, “So, why didn’t he want you seeing her?”
Malfoy leaned back in his chair and observed the lace on the table, fidgeting with a loose string, “He was jealous.”
“Jealous? Jealous of what?” Hermione slipped into the interrogation.
“The Dark Lord’s fondness of her and of her power,” He said, almost softly as if he’d be struck down if he said it any louder.
Moody eyebrows furrowed, “Her power?” He asked, cautiously.
Draco looked up at them finally, “Yes, her power.”
“What do you mean by power?” Hermione asked.
“I mean that she has strength. She has authority. She’s smart, cunning and magically powerful. A squirrel could’ve kept his nut from her, and she would’ve sent a whole army on it’s arse. I learned a lot of what I know from her,” He said, “My father always said that he wasn’t jealous of her at all. Just thought that she was a bad influence on me,” He laughed, even though he didn’t find anything very humorous. “Like he was such a better role model.”
Moody nodded, “So, he wasn’t jealous?”
Malfoy smirked, “Oh, no. He was jealous all right. He just didn’t want to admit that the woman of the family topped him magically and mentally.”
“Where is she now?” Hermione asked.
“Like I said, I haven’t seen her in a year. How should I know?” He asked back.
“You said you had an idea of where she might be,” Hermione retorted.
“Yeah, well maybe I’m not so sure now,” Malfoy said.
“I’d give us an answer quick before we send your good for nothing arse back to Azkaban,” Hermione said, frustrated.
Malfoy’s lip curled, “Feisty.”
Moody stood up, “That’s enough, you come with me. You stay here.” He took Malfoy back to his temporary placement in the house. Then he came back to see Hermione still sitting there.
“So, where are we now,” He mused.
“What did he say before I came in?” Hermione asked.
“He told me that he hadn’t seen her in a year and that the last time he saw her, she was on the run. Malfoy said that he knew her old hideout but wasn’t quite sure if she still retreated there,” Moody said, sitting back down next to her.
She nodded and sighed, “Did he say where the old hideout was?”
Moody nodded, “Yes, he said it was down in the deep country side up north. He didn’t know the city but I believe I know where he is talking about. There’s not much up north other than woods. Her hideout is most likely in the middle of the forest, underground.”
“Yes, that would be most likely, wouldn’t it?” She mused.
Moody nodded and waited as she thought something over in her head.
“But what if she’s not afraid of being captured. What if she’s being obvious and is living in some city?” She asked.
“I don’t know, Hermione. Malfoy said that she was on the run before and technically she still has reason to be on the run for she’s actually one of the most wanted witches in Europe. And, she’s a follower of Voldemort. So, I doubt that she’d be that big headed.”
Hermione shrugged, “Well, she’s a Malfoy. You never know, seeing as they are a dull breed.”
They both chuckled as Hermione got up and poured two coffees for them.
After a few moments of silence, Hermione asked, “So, do you believe Malfoy about her ’power’? Or do you think he was just over exaggerating?”
Moody shrugged, “I’m not sure. The only reason he would exaggerate is because he would be trying to intimidate us. But he should know by now that The Order is not very easily intimidated, because we all want this to be over.”
Hermione eyebrows furrowed in the middle, “So, you think it’s a sort of warning?”
He shrugged again, “Might be but I can’t be for sure. I don’t know. I’ll have to sleep on it.” With that, Moody finished off his coffee and walked out of the kitchen and left Hermione with her thoughts.
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Draco sighed as he stared up at the bad water damage and mold on the ceiling of his temporary ‘luxury suite’, so to say. He scoffed out loud and squished a beetle with his boot as it was crawling up the bedpost near his foot. This wasn’t even a normally bedroom. Yeah, sure. The room contained a bed, if you could call it a bed, and a milk crate for a make shift table, but this was not a bedroom. He sighed again. Draco shifted slightly on his bed and heard the old springs in the mattress creak with age. Holy shit, this was actually a mattress, he thought suddenly as he looked down at the bed. I thought it was a cement slab. He shifted again, listening to the scratchy squeak. Wow, this might actually be a luxury suite after all. He mused sarcastically in his mind, his face sporting his infamous smirk.
After a while, he got tired of counting the numerous cracks in the ceiling and decided that he needed to get out of this room. He got up off of the mattress quickly but regretted it as it made a cracking noise and sounded like it would break. Draco froze for a few more seconds, seeing if the cot would collapse before him. When it didn’t fall apart, he sighed in relief. He might have thought the mattress was horrible, but the floor would be even worse.
With that taken care of, he took a step to the door and turned the knob, but it was locked. He ‘hmphed’ and took a step back. Well, he thought, of course they would lock it. You’re the prisoner, remember. Draco gritted his teeth slightly, “Well, this is just bloody brilliant. I need to take a piss and I can’t get through the bloody door.” He kicked it, a part of his juvenile side coming out. As if kicking the door would actually do anything, but it made him feel a little better. But, then again, his bladder didn’t really agree with this action. He groaned, “Great.” A few more moments passed and he started shouting.
“Hey! Oi! Anyone there! Hello! HELL--”
Hermione opened the door and he jumped a foot back in mild shock.
“Will you stop screaming around all ready!” She said, clearly annoyed. Hermione was actually in the middle of a very intriguing muggle novel before she got interrupted by Malfoy’s shouts.
“Well, I needed to get someone’s attention,” He said innocently, like he had done nothing wrong.
She gritted her teeth, “Okay, well. You’ve got it. What do you want?” Hermione said, very irritated indeed.
Draco locked eyes with her for a second by accident. Her warm, amber eyes were fiery and turbulent as she stared back at him. He then looked down at her attire and noticed that she had changed from the last time he had seen her. Instead of sweats and a t-shirt, she was now wearing blue denim pants, yellow flats, and a yellow tee with some weird muggle graphic design on it. Also, her hair fell loose around her face, curling ever so slightly outward and her ear were adorned by two small diamonds. She looked very stunning right then. He wondered if she was going somewhere. Then he looked back at her face to see that she was blushing and slightly angry.
“Well, now that I consider that question,” He drawled slightly, with a smirk on his face.
Her cheeks turned into a ripe red as she looked at him with shock and disgust. Then she huffed and slammed the door, locking it again magically.
Draco chuckled slightly at her reaction. He loved to see her get riled up. It was too fun. But then his face dropped as he realized, he still need to go to the bathroom, really bad.
“Hey! Granger! Oi, come back here! Please! HELLO!” He shouted yet again, but no one came. Draco sighed and hopped around slightly. He really, really had to go.
“”Ey Granger! Get back here! If you don’t get back here and let me out to go take a piss I will leak all over this bloody room. Do you hear me?! I said--”
She came back in with an even angrier look on her face. Her cheeks were still red, but this time it wasn’t from blushing. She was severely irritated with Draco Malfoy.
“I heard you already!” She shouted back.
This time he didn’t jump as much; no more than he was already doing.
“I need to go to the loo…bad,” He said, hopping very slightly.
Hermione looked down at his feet and then back at his face and cracked a tiny smile. “Oh, do you?” She asked.
“Yes, I do. May I go to the bathroom,” He said, growing irritated at that smile on her face.
“Well, I don’t know. What’s the magic word?” She asked, her smile growing.
“Oh, for Merlin’s sake. May I, please, go to the bloody bathroom so I can take a wiz,” He asked.
She nodded, “Okay then,” Still smiling, trying to hold in her laughter, she opened the door wider.
He started to step out but she put a hand out to stop him. “I never said go,” She said.
Hermione then took out her wand and pointed it to his wrist, conjuring up handcuffs and a connecting chain what she was holding in her hand.
“Okay, now you may go,” She said, smirking. The handcuffs were completely unnecessary but it was way too funny to pass up the chance of humiliating Malfoy more. Pay back is indeed a bitch, Malfoy.
He rolled his eyes and murmured something about “bloody mudblood” and she pulled him back immediately.
“Now, now. That’s not very nice. You have to be nice to go to the restroom,” She said, one eyebrow arched.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Please. Please. Just let me go to the bathroom.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and let him go with her walking behind him.
Ron and Harry were in the hallway as they stopped by the bathroom door. They stared as Hermione opened the door for him and let him in.
She then turned on the light, and took off the handcuffs with a flick of her wand, “Go on then.”
He looked coyly to her, “Oh, you don’t want to join me in here? It’s nice and cozy.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help to blush very lightly, “I hope you fall in the toilet and drown, Malfoy.” Hermione then promptly slammed the door.
“That’s not very nice,” He said loudly so she could hear him. He did what he came there to do and then after a few moments, he went to open the door again but it was locked. “Oi Granger! I’m done in here.”
Hermione then opened the door and put the handcuffs back on and led him back to his room. This time, she didn’t even stay long enough for him to say anything. Once he was inside, she flicked her wand and the handcuffs deteriorated. Then she slammed the door again.
Draco shook his head, “Women are so weird.” With that said, he sat back down on the hard as rock mattress and took a quick nap.