Kidnapped: A Dramansy Story


A/N: Hey, guys!  Sorry I didn’t update yesterday.  I was going to, and then it just completely slipped my mind -.- Oh, whelp.  Here’s the chapter now!

Chapter 14

Hermione woke up.  Where am I? she thought.  Then, all the bitter memories came back.  She had been hoping that this was all just a dream.  But, of course, you cannot wake up from the dreams–nightmares–you so desperately wish to escape.

Hermione got out of the grand bed and walked to the large window.  She threw the curtains open and sunlight poured into the room.  She sat on the window seat and tried to sort out her memories.  First, she had arrived at the S.P.E.W. meeting at the Ministry with Ginny.  Parkinson made an appearance and kidnapped her.  They met Malfoy at Jenkin and Jolly’s.  They all returned to Malfoy Manor where they were ambushed.  She was hurt during the ambush and Blaise Zabini, of all people, showed up to cure her, but left her a bad potion–

Three sharp knocks on the door pulled Hermione from her thoughts.  “Come in,” she said wearily.  Pansy strode in, her eyes on a letter.

“Good morning,” said Hermione.

“For some,” Pansy sneered.

“What?” Hermione asked, wondering what Pansy’s problem was.

“Draco’s gone to London to identify the potion you were given last night and to hopefully find the counter potion.”  Pansy tore her eyes from the letter and looked at Hermione.  “It appears that Blaise didn’t need to prescribe any special potion, you look quite normal.”

“That,” said Hermione, “is because I am normal.”

“Yes, well.  I’ve taken the liberty of bringing you a fresh outfit.  Draco’s parents should arrive in a little while.  It’s seven-thirty.”  Pansy dropped the outfit on Hermione’s bed carelessly.  Hermione stared at the clothes for a minute.  On her bed lay an ivory blouse, black pants, and a black blazer.

“What?” Pansy spat.  “Not to your liking, Granger?  Well, too bad.  That’s all you’re getting until–”

“It’s fine,” insisted Hermione through gritted teeth, shoving all of her manners into the words.  The truth was, the outfit wasn’t half bad.  In fact, it was quite decent and not too flashy.  Just Hermione’s style.

“You also need another Glamour,” Pansy said.

“And Zabini?”

Pansy whipped out her wand.  “We’ll have to tell him the truth: Hermione Weasley has vacated the premises.”

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Hermione and Pansy were seated in the dining room.

“Are you positive?  Are you sure they’re coming now?” asked Hermione for the fourth time.  She was antsy and a bit worried due to the path her last encounter with the Malfoy family had gone.

Pansy didn’t look up from the letter she was writing.  “Yes, Granger, they’ll be here.  How many children do you have?”

“Two,” Hermione answered immediately.  Stupid potion.  She figured out why Draco was so hysterical over the potion.  Now she could be easily questioned by anyone.  Not.  Good.

“Do they both attend Hogwarts?” asked Pansy.  Hermione shook her head.  “No, only Rose.”  Pansy scratched something onto the parchment.  “Now will you leave me in peace so I can finish this letter?  I’d like to send it out before Lucius and Narcissa return.”

Hermione nodded and stood, pacing.  One, two, three deep breaths… Pansy rolled her eyes at Hermione.  Four, five, six deep breaths… Pansy looked at Hermione irritably.  Seven, eight, nine deep breaths.  Pansy slammed her quill onto the table.  “You’ll be fine!” she growled.

“Okay, okay!”  Hermione sat back down in her chair.  They sat in silence for five minutes when Pansy declared, “I’ve finished the letter.  I’m going to send it to McGonagall.  Don’t leave this room.”  Pansy left the room, leaving Hermione alone.

Hermione stood and looked at some of the portrait.  All were sleeping.  All but one.  The one of Severus Snape.  Draco must have chosen to put that one up.

“Who,” Snape drawled in his low voice, “are you?”

“Her-Charice Renigold,” Hermione said nervously.

“Hercharice Renigold?” asked Snape, eyebrows raised.  “A nice name, Mrs. Weasley, but I am afraid it will not hide your true identity for long.”

“Pr-Professor,” Hermione stuttered.  “H-how are you?”

“Quite well, considering my living situation,” said Snape dryly.

“How’d you know who I was?” asked Hermione worriedly, wondering if the Malfoys would so easily see through her disguise as well.

“I am not an idiot, Mrs. Weasley,” Snape said in a bored tone.

“Of course not!” Hermione said.  She felt a tap on her shoulder and whipped around to face Draco.  “Don’t bother, he’s always in a foul mood,” he said with a scowl.

“How’d it go at the Apothecary?” asked Hermione curiously.

“Well,” Draco said.  “I had the Potions master brew a counter potion, but it won’t be finished until tomorrow, which is when I assume Zabini is to return.”

“I suppose we’ll have to wait,” said Hermione glumly.

Pansy rushed into the dining room.  “Your parents are here, Draco!”

Hermione smoothed out her suit while Pansy fussed over her own outfit.  Hermione heard the crack of a House-elf Apparating into a room and stood beside Draco.

“Master and Mistress Malfoy,” the elf said, announcing the Malfoys’ appearance.  The two elders walked into the room.  Narcissa’s blond hair was piled on top of her hair in an elaborate style while Lucius looked the same as he always had looked: stern, cold, calm, and a version of polite that only he understood.  A creepy polite.  On the outside.

“Mother, Father,” said Draco, approaching his mum to hug her.  He nodded to his father.

“Ms. Parkinson has been kind enough to grace us with her presence.”  Draco smirked, gesturing to Pansy, who stepped forward, scowling at Draco.

“Ms. Parkinson, it has been a while,” said Lucius coolly.

“It has,” she said, matching his tone.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, Pansy,” Narcisa said politely.  She turned to Draco.  “Is Astoria still on holiday?”

“Yes, Mum.  She’s enjoying her stay in Albania and has chosen to stay for a while longer.  Narcissa nodded and looked at Hermione.  “And this is?”

“Right.  This is Charice Renigold.  She’s an acquaintance from France.  Her family lives in… er… Luxembourg?”

“Yes,” said Hermione, smoothly taking over.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.  I’ve heard much about you.”  Lucius gave Hermione a smile that could have been misinterpreted as a grimace.  “A pleasure.  And… of what blood…?”  Draco sighed in annoyance and looked to the side angrily.

“A pure-blood.”  Lucius looked visibly relieved.  He was no longer prejudiced against people who were not pure-bloods, but, as they say, old habits die hard.

“You are most welcome in Malfoy Manor,” Narcissa said warmly.  “And you’re from France?  Your accent suggests otherwise…”

“I moved here at a young age, but was registered with the French Ministry of Magic.  Henri Jacques is our Minister of Magic.  And a fine gentleman he is,” Hermione continued.

Draco seemed impressed with Hermione’s knowledge.  Even Pansy looked surprised.  She checked her watch.  “Our breakfast is ready.”

A/N: In my original notes, I’d planned for Hermione to be very snippy with Snape in their conversation, but as I was typing this, I remembered that, der, he was a good guy!!!  And I kept thinking back to that “Harry Potter: How It Should Have Ended” video, which, by the way, you should totally check out because, er, it’s freaking HILARIOUS.  So, yeah.  Do that.  Click the linky thingy.  😀

But anywho, I was really indecisive about whether to make Hermione snarky or nice.  To make it more realistic, I made her nice in the version up there ^ but I wanted to show you the “mean” Hermione, so here’s an alternate version of that conversation.  Enjoy!

“Who,” Snape drawled in his low voice, “are you?”

“Her-Charice Renigold,” Hermione said nervously.

“Hercharice Renigold?” asked Snape, eyebrows raised.  “A nice name, Mrs. Weasley, but I am afraid it will not hide your true identity for long.”

“Are you?” asked Hermione haughtily.  “Well, I doubt you’d be worried for me, Professor Snape.”

“Dear Merlin, I’m not worried for you!  Merely… watching.  Enjoying.  And I am very amused.”

“Are you?  I find nothing amusing about my predicament!” snapped Hermione, whipping around, only to face Draco.  It seemed like he was trying to keep from rolling his eyes.

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything,” Draco said dryly.

“You weren’t.  How’d it go at the Apothecary?”

That’s all! 

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2 thoughts on “Kidnapped: A Dramansy Story

  1. I like both versions, but I think your right Hermione would remember who he had really been. If I’m remembering correctly when she was mad at a person it usually didn’t spill over on to others. Except maybe after the Triwizard Ball 🙂

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    • I’m glad you agree with me! Hermione would have been respectful to Dumbledore’s right-hand man.
      Haha! I think that scene is one of my favorites in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire 😀 When she gets mad, she really goes all out!

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