Prompt 19--Insurance
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tamingthemuseTitle: Changing Plans
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spikespetslayer
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13 (two 'dirty' words)
Summary: Malfoy decides on the perfect plan to keep himself alive; too bad that Granger has a different plan of her own.
Changing Plans
Insurance. All that he could think of was something that would keep him from being blasted with hexes from the second that he crossed the threshold and begged for sanctuary. As it were, his life was forfeit from either side, whether it was Dark or Light. Both sides were out for his blood and he knew that the wrong move would end his life as he knew it.
It was for insurance that he grabbed Granger and apparated away in front of three members of the Order of the Phoenix, the only hope he had of making it through this war and out the other side with his skin.
He let her go as soon as they reached their destination, backing away from her with empty hands as she whirled and pointed her drawn wand at him. “I don’t want to hurt you, Granger. I want to talk, that’s all.”
“I’m sure, Malfoy. That’s why you kidnapped me and took me to—where are we, anyway?” She looked around her with narrowed eyes and tried to ascertain their surroundings. “What is this, a warehouse?”
He dropped his wand to the concrete floor and it rolled against her foot. “Yes it is, and to show that I have no malicious intentions I’ve given you my wand. Will you put yours down now? You’re making me nervous.”
She gave him a brittle laugh instead. “Not a chance in all the hells, Malfoy. What do you want?”
“Sanctuary.”
The single word sent her into peals of laughter. “S-sanctuary? After what you did? Do you know how many people died from your little carpentry job, Malfoy? Do you know how many children we’ve had to counsel since that happened? They’ve closed Hogwarts until the end of the war now, since you betrayed everyone so spectacularly, and you want sanctuary? Why should we?”
“I can tell you where Voldemort is. And my father and Aunt Bellatrix.” He saw her eyes narrow as her mind processed the value of the information that he had to offer. He knew that it was valuable, hence the offer; there was no way that she could pass it up.
“In return?”
“In return for assistance and succor from the Order of the Phoenix.” She gasped, amazed that he knew the name of the Light. “It’s no secret, Granger. Everyone on the Dark side knows whom they’re fighting. It isn’t Ministry Aurors, it’s the Order. I want in.”
“Why? Why now?” Her wand wavered. She wanted to trust him, accept his offer and let him take them back to Grimmauld Place and the safety of the Black estate, but she had to understand why first.
He sat down on an old crate and kept his hands in sight. “I’m looking to save my own skin, Granger, just like you think.” When she didn’t reply, he continued. “My father killed my mother and he’s looking to kill me next. I find that I don’t want to die, nor do I want to spend the next few years in a war that is destined to turn out badly for both sides. I have information that will help you end this thing early and you have what I need—a safe place that I don’t have to set with wards and sleep with one eye open. Are you going to accept the offer or not?”
She dropped her wand to her side and sighed. “You know that you won’t be trusted, don’t you?”
“Nothing new to me, Granger. I’ve never been trusted, even by my own father.”
“I’m not going to feel sorry for you, Malfoy. You’ve made your bed.” She chewed her lip and he felt sorry for it, wondering how it could take the abuse that she dished out daily. “Let me go back to headquarters and I’ll see what I can do.”
“How will you find me again?” he asked, and she smirked at him.
She bent over and picked up his wand. Tossing it back to him, she muttered a spell and it glowed for a second before fading. “I’ll find you, Malfoy.”
She disapparated with a crack and he was left alone.
This hadn’t gone to plan. In his mind, he would hold her hostage until they had agreed to shelter him and then they would go back to the Order’s headquarters. Nothing had gone the way he’d planned and he was regretting the whole thing when the sharp crack of apparition startled him and he found himself surrounded by the Trio.
He sat up straight and held his hands out once again, his wand resting on the crate beside him. “That didn’t take long, Granger,” he said.
“Don’t talk to her, Malfoy, talk to me. Hermione says that you will trade information for safety.” Harry looked different—older, wiser, more jaded than he had ever looked when he was in school. Malfoy sighed.
“I’m sure that Hermione has already told you exactly what I told her, Harry. I can lead you right to Voldemort, my father, and Aunt Bellatrix. In exchange, I want safe housing and sanctuary until my father is dead and I see his body. I will help the Order in any way that I can, even killing Death Eaters if I have to. Is there anything else?” Draco looked from one to the other, noticing the hard glint in Weasley's eyes and the satisfied smirk on Hermione’s face. When he looked back at Harry, he found himself looking at an extended hand.
He started to shake it when it was withdrawn slightly. “We don’t stand any of that Pureblood shite at headquarters. The first time that ‘mudblood’ crosses your lips you will regret that you’ve ever been born.”
With a nod, Draco shook Potter's hand and turned to look at Hermione. “I’m sorry. For calling you that.”
She stared at him in shock and he continued. “I should know better to listen to someone that doesn’t even know how to think for himself. My father spouted all kinds of shite that I don’t even want to repeat and I was a fool. I apologize, Granger, for that and so much more.” He held his hand out and she took it, holding it for only a second before dropping it.
He turned to look at Ron and extended his hand, desperate to make his amends to all of them before trusting them with his life. Ron stared at him; there was history there that Hermione and Harry had never known about and forgiving Draco’s slights would be difficult.
Grudgingly, Ron shook his rival’s hand, conscious of the eyes on them as he did.
Draco stood and picked up his wand, stuffing it into his pocket. As they prepared to apparate back to the Order’s headquarters, he turned to Hermione. “Granger, what was that spell that you put on my wand earlier? I’ve never seen it do anything like that before.”
She gave him a smirk of her own. “It’s a spell I invented recently, Malfoy. As long as that wand is intact, it can’t be used against any member of the Order with intent to harm and I can track you through it as well. Consider it my form of insurance.”
With a crack she was gone and Draco turned to look at the two men standing beside him. “She’s scary sometimes, isn’t she?”
Ron nodded vigorously. “Bloody hell, yes. Brightest witch of our age, but terrifying.”
“She isn’t one that you want to cross, that’s for sure,” Harry added.
With a feeling of newfound camaraderie, the three apparated together, back to the Order and safety.
Author:
spikespetslayerFandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13 (two 'dirty' words)
Summary: Malfoy decides on the perfect plan to keep himself alive; too bad that Granger has a different plan of her own.
Changing Plans
Insurance. All that he could think of was something that would keep him from being blasted with hexes from the second that he crossed the threshold and begged for sanctuary. As it were, his life was forfeit from either side, whether it was Dark or Light. Both sides were out for his blood and he knew that the wrong move would end his life as he knew it.
It was for insurance that he grabbed Granger and apparated away in front of three members of the Order of the Phoenix, the only hope he had of making it through this war and out the other side with his skin.
He let her go as soon as they reached their destination, backing away from her with empty hands as she whirled and pointed her drawn wand at him. “I don’t want to hurt you, Granger. I want to talk, that’s all.”
“I’m sure, Malfoy. That’s why you kidnapped me and took me to—where are we, anyway?” She looked around her with narrowed eyes and tried to ascertain their surroundings. “What is this, a warehouse?”
He dropped his wand to the concrete floor and it rolled against her foot. “Yes it is, and to show that I have no malicious intentions I’ve given you my wand. Will you put yours down now? You’re making me nervous.”
She gave him a brittle laugh instead. “Not a chance in all the hells, Malfoy. What do you want?”
“Sanctuary.”
The single word sent her into peals of laughter. “S-sanctuary? After what you did? Do you know how many people died from your little carpentry job, Malfoy? Do you know how many children we’ve had to counsel since that happened? They’ve closed Hogwarts until the end of the war now, since you betrayed everyone so spectacularly, and you want sanctuary? Why should we?”
“I can tell you where Voldemort is. And my father and Aunt Bellatrix.” He saw her eyes narrow as her mind processed the value of the information that he had to offer. He knew that it was valuable, hence the offer; there was no way that she could pass it up.
“In return?”
“In return for assistance and succor from the Order of the Phoenix.” She gasped, amazed that he knew the name of the Light. “It’s no secret, Granger. Everyone on the Dark side knows whom they’re fighting. It isn’t Ministry Aurors, it’s the Order. I want in.”
“Why? Why now?” Her wand wavered. She wanted to trust him, accept his offer and let him take them back to Grimmauld Place and the safety of the Black estate, but she had to understand why first.
He sat down on an old crate and kept his hands in sight. “I’m looking to save my own skin, Granger, just like you think.” When she didn’t reply, he continued. “My father killed my mother and he’s looking to kill me next. I find that I don’t want to die, nor do I want to spend the next few years in a war that is destined to turn out badly for both sides. I have information that will help you end this thing early and you have what I need—a safe place that I don’t have to set with wards and sleep with one eye open. Are you going to accept the offer or not?”
She dropped her wand to her side and sighed. “You know that you won’t be trusted, don’t you?”
“Nothing new to me, Granger. I’ve never been trusted, even by my own father.”
“I’m not going to feel sorry for you, Malfoy. You’ve made your bed.” She chewed her lip and he felt sorry for it, wondering how it could take the abuse that she dished out daily. “Let me go back to headquarters and I’ll see what I can do.”
“How will you find me again?” he asked, and she smirked at him.
She bent over and picked up his wand. Tossing it back to him, she muttered a spell and it glowed for a second before fading. “I’ll find you, Malfoy.”
She disapparated with a crack and he was left alone.
This hadn’t gone to plan. In his mind, he would hold her hostage until they had agreed to shelter him and then they would go back to the Order’s headquarters. Nothing had gone the way he’d planned and he was regretting the whole thing when the sharp crack of apparition startled him and he found himself surrounded by the Trio.
He sat up straight and held his hands out once again, his wand resting on the crate beside him. “That didn’t take long, Granger,” he said.
“Don’t talk to her, Malfoy, talk to me. Hermione says that you will trade information for safety.” Harry looked different—older, wiser, more jaded than he had ever looked when he was in school. Malfoy sighed.
“I’m sure that Hermione has already told you exactly what I told her, Harry. I can lead you right to Voldemort, my father, and Aunt Bellatrix. In exchange, I want safe housing and sanctuary until my father is dead and I see his body. I will help the Order in any way that I can, even killing Death Eaters if I have to. Is there anything else?” Draco looked from one to the other, noticing the hard glint in Weasley's eyes and the satisfied smirk on Hermione’s face. When he looked back at Harry, he found himself looking at an extended hand.
He started to shake it when it was withdrawn slightly. “We don’t stand any of that Pureblood shite at headquarters. The first time that ‘mudblood’ crosses your lips you will regret that you’ve ever been born.”
With a nod, Draco shook Potter's hand and turned to look at Hermione. “I’m sorry. For calling you that.”
She stared at him in shock and he continued. “I should know better to listen to someone that doesn’t even know how to think for himself. My father spouted all kinds of shite that I don’t even want to repeat and I was a fool. I apologize, Granger, for that and so much more.” He held his hand out and she took it, holding it for only a second before dropping it.
He turned to look at Ron and extended his hand, desperate to make his amends to all of them before trusting them with his life. Ron stared at him; there was history there that Hermione and Harry had never known about and forgiving Draco’s slights would be difficult.
Grudgingly, Ron shook his rival’s hand, conscious of the eyes on them as he did.
Draco stood and picked up his wand, stuffing it into his pocket. As they prepared to apparate back to the Order’s headquarters, he turned to Hermione. “Granger, what was that spell that you put on my wand earlier? I’ve never seen it do anything like that before.”
She gave him a smirk of her own. “It’s a spell I invented recently, Malfoy. As long as that wand is intact, it can’t be used against any member of the Order with intent to harm and I can track you through it as well. Consider it my form of insurance.”
With a crack she was gone and Draco turned to look at the two men standing beside him. “She’s scary sometimes, isn’t she?”
Ron nodded vigorously. “Bloody hell, yes. Brightest witch of our age, but terrifying.”
“She isn’t one that you want to cross, that’s for sure,” Harry added.
With a feeling of newfound camaraderie, the three apparated together, back to the Order and safety.
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Date: 2007-02-10 12:01 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-08-03 09:59 am (UTC)loved it! especially loved the ending. leaves a nice fuzzy feeling