Harry Potter & The Perils of Hermione Granger

by D/H Shipper
 
 

Chapter 1
The Kidnapping
 

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Harry Potter rolled over on his side, covering his head with a pillow. Whoever it was better leave me alone, I'm going back to sleep. "Harry! It's Hermione!! She's ... She's... She's gone!" Ginny Weasley shook his shoulder until she was panting. Ginny was now in her fourth year at Hogwarts and dating Seamus Finnigan.

"What?!" Harry exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. His vision was foggy, and all he saw was a massive red blur. He reached for his black glasses on the night stand. "What do you mean Gin?"

"I said what I meant. She's gone! No trace or anything." Ginny grabbed his hand and led him out the door pushing through the crowd outside the Fifth Year Girl's Dormitories. "See what I mean?" Ginny motioned towards the empty bed. Books that had appeared to be stacked ontop of her head board and night stand were now on scattered heaps. The window was open and a fresh breeze was blowing inside from the Quidditch Fields below. Birds chirped outside the window, as if everything was alright.

"Harry! Harry! Did you hear the news?! Hermione's," Ron gasped.

"Gone. I heard." Harry finished, still examining the scene. Professor McGonagall was poking through the bits and pieces of broken glass from the open window. Headmaster Dumbledore was scratching his chin in a thoughtful manner.

"But why would anyone harm Hermione?" Ginny sobbed, pulling her shirt sleeve down to wipe away her tears and face.

"I don't know, Gin. I don't know." Ron said shaking his head slowly.

***

Yes, she'll do just nicely. Afterall, knowing the hearts of young teenage boys who could not resist? Hermione Granger will lead me straight to Harry Potter. Potter will be the downfall of the world! Good job, Lucius and Draco. They bowed - father and son alike sporting the same platinum blond hair. One generation to another. Death eater to death eater.

"It is my pleasure my lord." Draco had a smirk on his face after he saw Hermione bound and tied down in a cell.

"Leave me. I need time to ponder." Lord Voldemort waved his bony hand and dismissed Lucius and Draco. They left through the passageway leading toward the Main Hall.

Hermione wore a scowl on her face. Lord Voldemort walked closer to her, reaching out to touch her cheek. 'Argh! It feels like an ice cube!' Hermione pulled her chin away, resisting his touch.

"My sweet you cannot win. You are the perfect key to the world's undoing.. at the cost of Harry Potter!" Voldemort cackled sending echos bouncing off the walls. "I have no intention on harming you however, it is my duty to have you unharmed when Potter and your friends arrive to return you to Hogwarts." He spat on the ground before sauntering over to his candle-lit desk. He took out a quill, ink and parchment and began to write.

***

You have twenty-four hours to get Hermione from my care. I will release her unharmed at the cost of one thing - Harry and I will have a wizarding duel. My regards, Lord Voldemort (Tom Riddle)

P.S. My dragon will remain with you until you make a decision. If you consent follow him to my dwellings.

Professor Dumbledore put down the letter beginning to turn pale. "I refuse to let you do this!" Harry sat in one of the chairs opposite Dumbledore's desk. Ron sat in the other.

"But Professor! Hermione's life is at stake!" Ron argued, turning pink at the ears.

"That is true, but you shall not put your life at stake. I shall call for the Ministry." Professor Dumbledore sat down to write a letter.

"No please, Professor! I will go, and have back-up!" Harry said, grabbing his quill. His face was flushed, and he was trembling.

"Very well, Harry. But promise me one thing?" Harry looked up after staring at the ground for several seconds. He nodded. "Do come back in one piece."

Harry grinned, and dashed out the door with Ron on his tail.

***

"Well if it isn't Miss Mudblood." Draco Malfoy snickered as she gazed up at him with blood-shot eyes. She hadn't gotten sleep in days nor did she eat. "Potter hasn't come yet; I guess you don't mean that much to him afterall."

"Malfoy, why can't we all get along?" Hermione asked weakly - eying the plate in his hand even though it did look like junk.

"You're a mudblood, and I'm a pureblood."

"Damn pride isn't it? Can't stand to be beaten in everything by one? Can't stand to not have a real caring family? Is that it? Is that what you hold against the world and me?!"

"Hush!" Draco gripped her shoulders, she was breathing rapidly. "If You-Know-Who catches me with you in this condition, I will be killed!"

"What gives?" Hermione looked annoyed, and motioned her head towards the plate of food. "Please?"

"What? This food here is for me. Unless you beg for it." Draco said, indignatly.

"Isn't this enough for you? Here I am in a body bind, and you still expect me to beg? Please, Lord Malfoy spare some meat for a peasant such as I." Hermione rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Is that good enough for you, My Lord?"

"Done." Draco knelt before her ripping the meat into shreds, and gently placing it into her mouth like a mother bird would. Hermione savored the rich taste the meat brought to her. A certain strength filled her bones, and she looked back up at him gazing into his eyes for the first time since her kidnapping.

"Thank you." Hermione whispered with a single tear rolling down her cheek as she said this. 'Harry where are you?'

"What?" Draco asked questioningly.

"Thank you." Hermione repeated, slightly louder. Draco stood up at the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway leading to Lord Voldemort's room.

"You're," Draco looked down at her. "welcome." He left with a blush on his pale cheeks.

***

It is midnight. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley have exactly twelve hours to get back Hermione or she will be executed by Draco Malfoy despite his protests in the name of humanity. Lord Voldemort paced infront of the flickering green fireplace. Suddenly as if a thought struck him, he turned towards Hermione.

"You must not mean much to Potter or Weasley." He drawled, circling her like a hungry tiger. "It shows because they are taking so long to arrive here."

"I'm not going to give up my hope that Harry or Ron will come."

"You mean Harry and Ron. Harry must come in one way or another; the other one is of no use to me." Lord Voldemort sneered. His red eyes flickered with a mischevious glint in their pupils.

"Why Harry?"

"He has something I need, you silly girl. I will tell you no more since you know too much to spoil the plan." 'I shall resist the urge to use the memory modifying charm on her for I want her to remember everything at Potter's death.'

***

"Harry do you happen to have a spare broom on you?" Ron asked gingerly, the thought of having to sit behind Harry and hold onto his waist was just un-manly. 'Please have one.. Please have one..'

"No," Ron's shoulders sagged. "I think Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore may have one." The two left carrying only their wands with one hand free to hold their brooms. Harry (of course) brought his Firebolt which was bought by his Godfather - Sirius Black who was on the run currently from the Ministery of Magic. Sirius Black was framed by Peter Pettigrew also known as Wormtail.

"Professor! Do you have a broom Ron could use?" Harry panted, tired from running from the Gryffindor tower to Professor Dumbledore's office on the opposite side of the Hogwarts castle.

"Not a recent model, but I do have a broom." Professor Dumbledore turned around and walked to the far corner of the room where there was another door that led to a storage closet. Inside he flicked the light on with his wand, and proceeded to dig through the piles of junk that occupied the nooks and crannies. "This is what comes when I have been here for so long." At last he found an ancient broom with pine needles at the tip for the brush. The broom stick was next to nothing, and it had a wooden handle.

Harry chuckled at Ron's wide-opened mouth. "He'll take it, Professor."

"Wha-" Ron was hushed by Harry's hand. "Mmmm-"

"Sorry, let me dust it for you." Professor Dumbledore took a hankerchief from the pocket of his robes and began to remove the excess dust in the handle and swiping the needles quickly. "There we go." He handed the broom to Ron.

"Thanks Professor." Ron muttered, taking the broom sadly.

"The pleasure is mine." Professor Dumbledore smiled, shooing them off quickly. "Go bring her home." The black bellied dragon flew off into the distance and Harry and Ron mounted their brooms and flew off into the dark starry night.

***

"It's nice to see you too, Draco." Hermione said, trying her best to smile.

"Yeah. So what's new?" Draco said, sitting down.

"Well, I'm still away from Hogwarts. I'm curious, why are you here?"

"I.. I.. I.." Draco stuttered, before turning around when someone stopped outside of the cell.

"Draco! What ever are you doing?" Lucius Malfoy shook his head disapprovingly. "You are not to leave the door open so that the prisoner may escape. It is good that I found you at this moment. Get up. I need to talk to you." Draco got up and walked slowly to his father.

'He has grace, charm, and poise. Plus killer looks. The only thing he doesn't have.. The only person he isn't like is Harry.' Hermione blushed, looking towards the ground. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and she hugged herself to preserve warmth.

"Draco, do not allow her to escape. She is related to our Lord by Salazar Slytherin's blood. I still have to double check the bloodline. I drew blood from the mudblood (A/N: Hahaha.. I crack myself up. Lol) while she was sleeping. It 'twas a shame that she did not end up in Slytherin. She may be a bit resistant, however you must persuade her to see our point of view." Lucius whispered urgently, leaving Draco alone with Hermione.

"What was that?" Hermione asked, forgetting their previous discussion.

"Well it's about you." Draco admitted. 'What are you doing?! Being nice to a mudblood?!,' One side of his body shrieked. 'Well she does make your insides tingle with happiness right?' The other side replied.

"What about me?"

"Well you and You-Know-Who." Draco said, moving his hands behind his head so he could lay down next to her. "Let's put it this way. Once You-Know-Who finds out who you are, he may not kill you. In fact, he'll spare your life."

"Who am I that is so important to that monster?"

"Shhh! Hermione, please! I don't want to kill.."

"What?!" Hermione whispered loudly.

"That's just it! I don't want to kill you. I'm your executer." Draco said meekly. "That is, unless Potter and Weasel get here." She shook her head in disbelief. "I know. If I could do anything to stop it I would. Honestly. I really like you Hermione. I never felt the courage to show it.. until now."

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"Really. Do you feel that way about me?" Draco summoned the courage to ask.

"Yes."

"Really?" Draco asked quizzically.

"Really."

Without thinking Draco leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. It was nothing like Hermione had ever felt from Harry. Harry's was either a forced kiss on the cheek, or an over-exaggerated make-out session. The kiss was soft and sweet, but it seemed to last for eternity. She opened her closed eyes to find a pair of grey eyes staring at her. "I'm .. I'm.." He stammered.

"That's quite alright. I enjoyed it." She hinted leaning in for another when a bell rang in the distance.

"Potter and Weasley are here. You stay here and try to keep warm." Draco dashed out of the room, locking the door behind him. Hermione sighed. 'I've fallen for the enemy. What ever would Harry say?'

***

"Welcome Potter. Come in. Come in. I have awaited for you a long time, and according to my clock you are exactly on time as I predicted you would be. Have a seat by the fireplace, I'm sure you would gladly welcome the comfort of home." Lord Voldemort greeted his guests with an exaggerated friendliness. He gestured towards the two wooden chairs facing the fire. Harry and Ron sat down cautiously, surprised when no trap caught them. They wore a stunned expression on their faces. "I have no intention of hurting you.. now."

There was a sound of struggling. Hermione was released from her bind, and while her punches and thrashing did nothing to hold her assaliants from forcing her onto an altar securing neck strap first. She punched one of the men who in turn drew their wand to her neck. "Move again and I'll kill yeh." He growled menacingly. She reluctantly lay still as they fastened her feet, wrist, and waist restraints.

"Now you see Potter." He snapped his fingers and a glimmering dagger was revealed levitating above the altar. "Every time you make a wrong move the altar will move one step closer to the mudblood's death. Your moves are her own." Hermione struggled in her shackles as she tried to glance at Harry who was sweating nervously.

"Fine then. A duel it shall be!" Harry proclaimed indignatly.

"Very well. You may start as it shall be your last."

"Fine!" Harry called as the duel began.

***

"Albus, I'm getting worried. We haven't heard a word from them in a day. They could be anywhere! You-Know-Who could have enslaved them and will ransom for Harry, Ron, and Hermione's lives. What shall we do?" Professor McGonagall said, looking up and down the table at the many teachers over-seeing the meal.

"I say that 'arry, 'mione , and Ron can take care of teh situation." Hagrid said, biting into a chicken drumstick. There was a stirring of mixed agreements and disagreements. "I mean how many times 'as 'arry been up against teh Dark One?" He asked, his mouth filled with chicken.

Professor McGonagall winced at Hagrid's table manners. "Every year at Hogwarts, which would be four and one more. Then he had the incident with Lily and James..." Everyone bowed their heads in remembrance. Professor McGonagall wiped a tear away from her glasses. "Oh dear, this will make it the 6th time that the poor boy will have a meeting with You-Know-Who."

"My dear Professors, why worry? Do call Tom Riddle by his name, or at least have the courtesy of saying Voldemort." Everyone flinched at this, and Professor Dumbledore chuckled before looking at the corn and beans. "Even I admit, we shouldn't have sent them out there without protection or backup."

***

"What about the boy?" One voice asked glancing around nervously at the crowd at the Leaky Cauldron. They were wearing black cloaks, meeting discreetly in the corner of the room.

"I can no longer protect him from the love that was destined to be. So they have seen it so shall it be." Another replied.

"Poisidon, you must! You swore to protect him at all costs. We were banished to this Earth to protect them from the vile wicked curse that will fall upon them. You have seen the disturbing results. We can do this!" Trinity spoke in an urgent whisper. "If we do not save them from true love, Earth will fall into despair. They cannot be allowed to be together - Draco and Hermione."

"Tis too late. We cannot do anything to stop it. The love flows through their veins."

"Poisidon! I beg you! Spare the lives of these young and I swear upon my grave that you shall have your life back!"

"Oh in old England, I daresay? I shan't live amongst these common folk. Trinity, you have been blinded by God's merciful ways." Poisidon said sympathetically, yet in an arrogant way.

"These mortals 'tis not all bad."

"Tis not all bad? They are the ones who forced us to use the God-given powers. They are the whole cause of this tribulation that could have been easily avoided. Trinity, you have been blinded beyond all hope and despair. If it weren't for Draco and Hermione we wouldn't be in this foul wretched place in modern day England."

"We could have been with Satan, and you would call that home. Not I! I shan't live amongst fire and hatred! I shall live in the heavens where I was to be." Trinity proclaimed.

"Shut your mouth!" Poisidon snapped.

"You talk like you belong here with mortals who you despise. Why not finish the task and be gone with it! Once they are no more Earth will be peaceful. Only few lives of mortal beings will be affected."

"I go on to tell you their love with grow. Day by day. Hour by hour. Minute by minute. Every second together their love will grow as a rose blooms. I cannot tell you." Poisidon argued, smacking his hand on the table.

"But if we shan't complete the task, 'tis doomsday for all mankind. They," Trinity shivered. She hugged her robe closer to her. "Will be released in their true forms rather than as just mortal beings. The Dark Lord and Lady will arise, brewing havoc and torture over the land. The only way is for the Heir of Godric Gryffindor to banish them to bodies sealing their fate until their love brings them together once more. It 'twill happen in next thousand years if not sooner."

***

"Expellimarus!" Harry cried, a small beam of light grasping itself around Lord Voldemort's wand but the wand would not budge.

"Pitiful! Crucio!" Voldemort rolled his red eyes. The altar rose a foot higher towards Hermione's death. Harry looked around in despair. He gritted his teeth in pain. Draco stood to the side of altar wincing as Harry tried his best to defeat the Dark Lord.

"Finite Incantatum!" Harry screamed, seemingly throwing his full force into his disarming spell. 'Please work! Please work!'

"Hahaha! Now Potter! Meet thy doom! Avada Kedavra!" Nothing happened. "Avada Kedavra! Argh! You will pay for this Potter! You will pay!" Voldemort growled before smoke billowed from beneath his robes, and when it cleared he was no more. To everyone's astonishment no one was in the room that was once crowded with Death Eaters. All that remained was Hermione, tied down on an altar, Draco who was working to free Hermione, Ron, and Harry Potter who collasped at Voldemort's threats.

"Harry! Harry!" Hermione screamed, trying to rip the leather restraints. "Let me out, Draco! Let me out!" She shouted hoarsly.

Ron looked up in shock. "Hold still. I can't get you out if you're struggling. It won't do any good." Draco muttered, finally getting
Hermione out. She ran over to Ron who was crouched over Harry's body.

"Is he unconscious? Is he breathing? What happened?" Hermione asked, exasperatedly. From her view point all she could have seen was a dagger dangling above her, but now the dagger itself had vanished without piercing skin.

"The last spell cast took it out of him."

"You mean he's..." Hermione asked uncertainly. Draco was standing above them surveying the scene.

"No. He'll be fine as soon as we get him back." Ron said, looking over to the once-flickering fireplace where their brooms were propped up against the stone walls. "The only problem is that there are only two brooms. Hermione, you'll have to double up since I will certainly not be with that.. that.. bloody Slytherin."

"Fine. You take Harry, Ron. I'll go with Dra- Malfoy..." Hermione looked over quickly at Draco. It hurt to say his last name in vain, but she tried to tell him.. Suddenly she didn't seem so sure about him. 'He's a Slytherin. You're a Gryffindor. It's forbidden! It's dispised! It's ... It's... Oh bloody hell.' Hermione frowned as she thought about it. She looked at Ron who arched an eyebrow at her in his own arrogance.

"Be that way." They left the ruins of Lord Voldemort's castle and headed home for Hogwarts. For Hermione it was like coming back to life from Hell to Heavan.
 
 
 

Author's Note: So how was that for chapter one? Please review and tell me how I'm doing. Give an author a smile - review please ;)

Summary- Draco and Hermione get a little closer. Ron tends to Harry on the flight back. A new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher double (one returning, one new for the first time). A little more smooching. Harry gets a threatening letter, but on the good side someone has a crush on him. Who are Trinity and Poisidon?? What do they have to do with this story? Find out in the next Chapter of 'Harry Potter & The Perils of Hermione Granger'.
D/H Shipper
 

Chapter 2