Truth or Dare (Dramione Fanfiction)

Chapter Five - Problems, Problems, and More Problems

Chapter Five - Problems, Problems, and More Problems

“Malfoy?”

                Draco’s face was pale; with no hint of satisfaction even if he was smiling. He looked tired and upset, like he hasn’t slept for days. Questions once again brewed in Hermione’s head, and all she could do was stare at him. He was holding a wand, pointed at her. What did that mean? He was holding a wand. He knew. He remembered.

                “Granger.”

                Hermione was speechless. Someone remembered.

                “Mudblood. Speak.”

                Hermione’s wand fell out of her hand. What was going on? What was happening?

                “How? What is this – this –”

                Draco let his hand down and let out a sigh. Relief seemed to have flooded through him. Hermione couldn’t help but feel relieved too; although she didn’t know exactly why.

                “What is going on? This is-“

                Draco interrupted her by pulling out an envelope out of his jacket pocket – he was wearing muggle clothes – and tossed it to Hermione.  She caught it, and picked up her wand while she was at it. The envelope was far too familiar. She shivered. “I know you got one too.”

                Hermione frowned and quirked her eyebrows, but Draco only shrugged. “It says in the letter.” Hermione scanned the letter, finding it awfully familiar to her own. The only difference was Voldemort actually mentioning about Hermione, or well, stating I bring you along a fellow smart partner anyway. “And you knew it was me?”

                “I was suspicious at first,” Draco said, stepping closer to Hermione. She could smell the sticky smell on him, but she knew she could only smell the same. “But then you went to look for Dumbledore,” It all made sense now. Draco was out in the castle that night, looking for somebody too. Was he, perhaps, looking for Professor Dumbledore too? Did he want to confront him?

                “OK, but what does this mean? Why the both of us?” Hermione didn’t know anything else to say. She was shocked. Draco Malfoy? He got a letter too? She couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. She used to be able to handle these situations. But now she was alone. All alone.

                “Why the hell are you asking me for?”

                The urge to slap Draco boiled at the pit of Hermione’s stomach. Calm. “Fine.”

                They were both quiet, until:

                “Did you-“

                “Have you-“

                Hermione stopped, and so did Draco. Her cheeks were cold, and she didn’t know how to react.

                “Has he contacted you?” Draco asked bitterly.

                Hermione narrowed her eyes unevenly. “How can I trust you? Your father is a Death Eater, and so are you. Why would Voldemort send you here if you were loyal?” The answer was obvious; Voldemort didn’t care who or what died – unless it was Harry Potter – and sending Draco Malfoy would be like sending any other man. But she had to be sure. This could just be a trick. This could be an illusion for all she knew. Voldemort was best at playing these games.