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Chapter 1: Refuge 1,017 (/r/7041328/)

Synopsis: Post HBP. Ron and Harry are on the hunt for the Horcruxes and Hermione has stayed behind.
Hogwarts to help the Order make it safe for the other students. Draco is forced by Snape.
to remain at Hogwarts for his own protection, but he cannot leave the room that they have
assigned; Granger's room. Hermione is the only student that has been entrusted with that.
information, so she and Malfoy share that small space and Draco will try to avoid madness to
as he spends more time isolated with only the company of dirty blood. Something will arise...

Mature content and themes, as well as explicit language.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me... check my bag... Great, a bat!

Original writer; Bex-chan

Isolation
Ashamed Kawaii

Reissue: Albaa and Sunset82

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ISOLATION

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Chapter 1: Refuge

People often say that in turbulent times, one learns to appreciate the little things. Concepts
poetic and whimsical like sunsets, the sound of birds, and the varied colors of the
delicate flowers.

Well, Hermione could tell those people that it was all nonsense.

Nonsense. Nonsense. Nonsense.

The sunsets were practically the same every day, the cawing of the birds was really very
annoyed, causing him a headache and he truly couldn't care less about the tone and shading
from the flowers. They would all die anyway; they would all wither in a horrible way. Especially
when winter was beginning to strangle the life of the world.

No, when times were tough, and they really were, it distracted you from everything else. The rest was irrelevant.
and became distorted, clouded by the weight of darkness. Hermione noticed that even the classes
they had lost meaning and, worse, everyone seemed to feel the same.

The students of Hogwarts were drowning in melancholy. All of them.

Well, to those who had been allowed to return.

I had found out that there were just over a quarter of the usual number of students and they all had
fear; they moved through the lonely hallways in whispers and with somber faces. But the classes still
they were carrying out, just like the Quidditch matches and other events, although it was obvious that most of
students had lost the will to compete, socialize, and even learn.

McGonagall did everything possible to keep things as familiar and consistent as possible, but it was
useless. Now, Hogwarts was a pseudo-school; just a shell of ancient walls, that at some point
At one point, it was thought that they were safe. But of course, that was also nonsense.

It was the first of October, which meant that Hermione had not been at school for more than two weeks,
but it seemed like much longer. Which also meant that Dumbledore had died a long time ago.
exactly five months. No, Hogwarts was definitely not safe and everyone knew it. The
Death Eaters had burst into the school, all thanks to DracojodidoMalfoy and then, Snape killed the
the brightest man I would ever meet.

Voldemort had returned. Well, he had returned a few years ago, but the curse of his return was becoming more
strong and threatening with each passing day. I was petrified. It was true. To hell with the stereotypes that
they came with the colors of Gryffindor, sometimes it was rational to be afraid.

It certainly didn't help that her so-called best friends had left her there alone. Yes, Harry and Ron.
they were traveling all over the country in search of Horcruxes. Without her. She wasn't sure of the reasoning behind
that decision, but it had been Lupin's suggestion. He loved his friends, but if he was right,
Harry would probably be suffering a mental crisis every hour and surely Ron would stumble over his...
own feet. He knew it hadn't been their decision, but he couldn't avoid the resentment that had arisen.
embedded in his brain. At least they had each other.

She had been left there to help McGonagall turn Hogwarts into a refuge. A place
Sure. There were also other members of the Order like Seamus, Dean, and Ginny, who were also helping.
along with the other teachers. The youngest of the Weasleys was quite nice, but she was not close to
fill the gap that the boys had left. For the most part, Hermione felt significantly alone.

They had been awarded the title of Annual Prize, of course, possibly to have their own room and
to help the Order's plans. Or perhaps to be able to have the freedom to lock themselves in the library during
the nights with the hope of helping the cause. Or simply because she was the infamous best friend of
Harry Potter was supposed to provide some symbol of hope to the miserable souls that
Hogwarts was hosting. For whatever reason, she was happy to be able to help, but she would have preferred to leave.
with Ron and Harry.

Michael Corner was the other Annual Award winner, although he still hadn't figured out why he had been chosen.
They had probably only done it because he had been Prefect and a member of Dumbledore's Army, but
he doubted that he was doing much to prepare for the Order. He could have asked him, for
supposedly, or even having tried to converse with any of the other students, but the only
the person I was really talking to in those last days was McGonagall. She was too busy...
immersed in the desperation to help.

The Annual Award bedroom felt empty. Hollow.

It was near the Gryffindor Tower, it had its room, with a small kitchen, a small living room,
to be, a bathroom and another bedroom. Room that Harry would probably have occupied if he had been chosen.
as Annual Award. Corner had her own bedroom near the Ravenclaw Tower and was grateful
therefore. If she was going to be angry and anxious about the state of the world, she didn't want anyone else but Harry and
They knew it.

But, as I had pointed out so many times, they were not there. They sent him a letter every fifteen days.
without using owls in case that could alert Voldemort to the hunt for the Horcruxes.

So, yes. Things were bad. Exceedingly bad.

So bad that the words in front of her slipped from her mind, escaping her understanding. She was finishing
past midnight when he headed to the library to research the Horcruxes again,
driven by her passionate insomnia.

It must have easily been two in the morning at that moment. The place was obviously empty and only the
The shining glow of a Lumos provided some indication of life among the maze of shelves. He rubbed his...
eyes deprived of sleep and tried to concentrate on the blurry letters and shapes, but it was difficult.

--Good. --She murmured to herself, dragging the tip of her fingers under the phrase to maintain her gaze.
The first known wizard to create a Horcrux was Herpo the Foul, and they can only be...

Damn...

I had already read that sentence twice.

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You are insane. - she snapped harshly, stopping abruptly. I don't know which of your ridiculous potions
You've taken it, but there’s no way I can go back there.

And I suppose you have a better idea? Snape turned slowly to face his...
companion, looking at the young man with impatience.

Have you forgotten what we did there? she asked, raising one of her furious and trembling hands.
pointing to the dimly lit school —They will kill me if I set foot in that damned place!

We don't have time for those arguments, Draco. - exclaimed the ex-professor, grabbing the back part.
from the neck of the youngest wizard. —I made an Unbreakable Vow to protect you and this is the only place
in which you will be safe...

—Let me go! —he hissed, struggling against the hold as Snape marched toward Hogwarts. He tried to pin
the heels on the ground and taking the hands away from the man, but it was useless —"Traitor to the blood! Scum!"

Snape stopped his long strides and adjusted his grip on Draco's clothing to bring their faces closer. He did not
he noticed in her features, but Malfoy suddenly felt distrust from the dangerous look in her eyes
of the wizard, but he did not flinch. He was a traitor to his blood. That was a fact.

Snape and he had been hiding for the past few months after... the events.
in the Astronomy Tower. Draco was not stupid. He knew that his failure would have consequences, but never
he had imagined their magnitude. The Dark Lord wanted him dead.

He hadn't spoken to either of his parents since then and had no idea what had happened to them.
He had just left the cabin in Shetland, with his only company consisting of the greasy and
mysterious man who was currently torturing him with his gaze. And his head was worth a price. Both
bandos wanted him dead. Great.

Later, Snape told him that he was a spy; that he had betrayed them all and that he was one of them. Draco
he had vomited the barely digested pieces of the food they had obtained that day and spent the rest
from the night trying to escape from that Scottish hideout.

But where could one go?

If it weren't for the fact that Voldemort wanted to cast an Avada Kedavra on him as soon as possible, he would have used that.
revelation for personal gain. But he no longer had a place among the Death Eaters, which left him
deeply fucked; forcing him to continue with the blood traitor, who had told him that he could no longer
protect it.
A piece of shit.

And so, he had brought it to Hogwarts.

I had tried to ask questions about Snape's level of involvement with the Order, but the very
imbecile, as was customary, had told the minimum. Draco wondered if madness had, finally,
reached the man; that the entire premise of espionage was nothing more than hysterical ramblings of a
half-crazy man. He had killed Dumbledore after all. But then, why would he bring him
What if Hogwarts had no influence from McGonagall and the Order?

All the questions and anxiety pounded against his temple, pulsing with a reminder that echoed.
in their ears. But there were no answers. No promises. Nothing. It was slowly consumed in a painful
limbo, wondering when everything had become so complicated.

Five months in a dilapidated shed on the desolate island of Shetland, with only the noise of the
sheep to break the silence, they had left it something more than a little... tense. Of course, having the wizard
more powerful than the Earth hunting for your corpse, did not help.

Shitty week. Shitty month. Shitty year.

I'm trying to protect you, Draco,

This is the only place where you will be safe.

—Aquí no estaré a salvo —gruñó el rubio, frunciendo los labios con disgusto —Soy su jodido enemigo…

You are now an enemy of both sides,

of the heir of the Malfoys after him. -But this is the side that is least likely to kill you. The
Professor McGonagall has already agreed to this.

—Stupid old woman —roared Draco, earning himself a suffocating tug at his neck —So I should trust my
security for that crazy witch?

You have no choice.

The protests stopped.

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He/She trembled.

Autumn had dragged itself to the castle too quickly, wasting cold down his neck. The breath...
escaped from her mouth in silky mists and she stretched the sleeves of the sweater to cover her wrists and thus
protect your fingers.

Hermione jumped in her seat upon hearing the library door open, followed by some
Slow steps. He grabbed his wand, silently finishing the spell Lumos and listening.
he attentively silenced the intrusive knocks against the wooden floorboards as much as he could.
breath, managing to get up from the seat without making the slightest noise.

She peeked through the gaps in the shelves, looking for a glimpse of something out of place.
Shadows mingled in an almost entirely black mass, so he focused on the sounds.
Whoever it was was still close to the door, but little by little was making their way inside.
from the library. His hand tightened around the wand.

Miss Granger? asked a familiar voice and she relaxed her shoulders Is she here?

—Lumos—whispered the witch, walking towards the friendly tone —I am here, Professor Slughorn.
—Oh, here it is —the man smiled nervously when it appeared before his eyes —You see, we have...
looked for everywhere. You really shouldn't stay out this late, even if you are an Annual Award winner.

Is everything alright? she asked, ignoring the comment.

Professor McGonagall wants to speak with you, she said simply, leading her toward the exit.
library —It's in your office.

"Is something happening?" she frowned with worry. Why would McGonagall need her at two o'clock?
the morning?

I'm not sure what is happening, Miss Granger,

Shoulders — What I am sure of is that everything is fine, or they would have already informed us.

I suppose so,
a little strange.

In moments like these, Miss Granger, he whispered, indicating how tired the man was.
Everyone was too tired — I'm surprised that I can still find something that is strange.

Good point.

I will accompany you to the office," he said, with a weary hoarse voice. "Do you want me to wait outside so that
Can I return to my safer room?

—It won't be necessary —he said, rejecting the offer with a slight shake of his head. —My room
It is close to McGonagall's office. Also, he seems to be very tired, sir.

I was rudely awakened, " he confessed, stifling a yawn. "But you, were reading in the
library. Are you sleeping well, Miss Granger?

—Enough —he lied.

Can I recommend a potion for sleeping without dreaming? she suggested, giving him a significant look.
Look —Could you prepare some for him/her for tomorrow?

No, thank you,

I will take it if I really need it, but I am fine, professor. Really.

If you say so, Miss Granger,

I will take her to McGonagall's office —I'll leave her here, then.

Thank you, Professor Slughorn,

the hallway before whispering the password —Striped cat.

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Draco was sitting in a large chair, grinding his teeth and biting his tongue. The two
teachers were arguing in front of him and it had taken every little bit of self-control not to shout at both of them. If
If McGonagall weren't holding her wand defensively, she would have probably already enchanted them, or the
I would have cast a few silencing spells to block the shrill tone.

I agreed to meet with you, Severus,

stay here.

There is no other place,

Dark Lord finds him, will kill him, Minerva.
“And do you want to put the rest of the students in danger?” she exclaimed, her thick Scottish accent reminded her.
a Draco on his vile stay in the North. Always hiding…

You try to protect the students, said the surly wizard. He needs protection more than anyone else...

That boy is the reason this place was attacked! he shouted, pointing at him with an accusing finger.
boy...

—It's a boy —Snape interrupted her, ignoring the offended grunt of the otherwise silent teenager.
They deceived him, Minerva.

Draco's eyes rose at those words, analyzing the man with cautious skepticism.
who had trusted. It was strange and degrading that someone he now despised defended him.

I knew what I was doing,

it would have been so stupid, things would be very different...

The Dark Lord would continue to be a threat, he reasoned carefully. You know that Albus...

Don't you dare try to bribe me with his memory! he warned her, raising his voice a decibel higher,
harassing even its own ears. —Don't be afraid, Severus...

—You know I'm right —he replied with a subtle strength. —You know very well how determined I was.
to ensure that Draco would not follow... that path.

The heir of the Malfoys felt his jaw loosen. Inevitable questions flooded his mind.
too quickly and let the air escape between his teeth. Did the old man take an interest in him?
Had he wanted to keep him away from the dark path? And did Snape know? Just more secrets; more
splinters in his brain.

What the hell...

I warned you to keep your mouth shut,

Look at it. —Minerva, you know that Albus would have let him stay...

Well, she sighed, rubbing her forehead with her age-wrinkled hand - the benevolence of
Albus could be considered his downfall, along with his desire to see the good in everyone.

Snape let out a small sound, agreeing with his words. —Be that as it may, —he murmured.
low voice —my time is running out. And he needs a place far from the Dark Lord.

The old witch tightened her lips and turned her wise gaze to study the youngest inhabitant of the room.
Draco tried to keep the exchange going, but found himself looking away towards his own lap, with the
heavy eyelids from tiredness. I hadn't been able to manage to sleep decently for a whole night since
on the first of June, four days before his seventeenth birthday. Let's say it was the cold that was
introduced through the cracks of his hiding place, or the painful pangs of hunger he had suffered
for five months, or maybe, even the weak remnants of his consciousness.

Sleeping was a forgotten luxury, as was having a decent meal. A bed. A shower. And warmth...

—Very well —McGonagall finally murmured, slightly raising her head as she spoke. —You can
To stay. But I have conditions, Mr. Malfoy, and if you fail to comply with any of them, you will be on your own.

Draco slowly lifted his eyes to the woman with an agitated look. Who was she to establish
A series of rules? As if he were doing him a favor. He didn't want to be there. He didn't need your damn
help. He could put his...

The wand, Mr. Malfoy,

He snorted. 'Go to hell,' he murmured coldly, but he felt something moving beside him and looked with eyes
furious as his wand came out of his pocket and landed in the headmaster's palm.

You will not be allowed to attend classes with the other students, he said dryly. And I think that
The reasons are quite obvious. You must remain unseen, although in any case, I am sure.
that would not be well received by others.

He rolled his eyes. He hated people who felt it was necessary to state the obvious.

He will not leave the room assigned to him," she continued harshly, her lips pursed with stress. "If
You set a foot outside of Hogwarts without my permission, you will not be allowed to return. Never.

Draco rubbed his chin and looked at Snape, who was watching him with that familiar and impatient look. He wanted
to tell them to go to hell; to mind their own business, but I knew that offer did not
It was optional. It was reminded again that he had nowhere to go. So, there he was. Another place he was not given.
allowed to leave. Another prison that would drain his sanity. Merlin, that someone would help him maintain the
head.

Will you stay here? asked Snape, breaking the silence. With you?

I have too many things to do to play babysitter,

someone in mind to keep an eye on.

Snape frowned.

--Slughorn? --he presumed --Any of the professors?

You know firsthand that they wouldn't have time for that,
Given the circumstances, Severus, there are only a handful of people that I fully trust and
If you want Mr. Malfoy to remain hidden, he will stay with Miss Granger.

Draco's eyes widened considerably and his mouth went dry.

The damn dirty blood...

You would do well to moderate that language, Mr. Malfoy,

of course your stay here is conditional...

Do you think that getting into a room with her will keep me safe? he questioned her with a face of
incredulity. —If there is anyone besides the Dark Lord who wants to kill me, it is the dirty blood...

You will regret using that word,

She is sure that Miss Granger is capable of handling this situation with maturity.

Draco let out a serious laugh and shook his head.

He has lost his damn mind.

It seems so - she agreed - But if I were you, I wouldn't encourage myself to reconsider the agreement.

He narrowed his gaze and focused it on Snape with an expression of absolute disgust.

—Is this your idea of protection? —he spat, showing his teeth. —Handing me over to these idiots...

Enough - he quieted him calmly, still with his gaze fixed on McGonagall with an expression of
Curiosity — Are you sure that Miss Granger is the smartest option, Minerva?

It's the only option,

But one of the teachers would probably be more appropriate.

The other teachers already have enough complications in keeping a fixed eye on the other students.
the director said with a hint of impatience —Miss Granger is perfectly capable and has a
free room in the facilities...

This is a joke, Draco grunted, wrinkling his nose in disdain. I refuse to stay with that...

I won't tell you to shut your mouth again." Snape spat with disdain, taking a long step to
hit him in the back of the head.

He will do what he is told, Mr. Malfoy, the witch warned him rigidly. He only has one chance for
our part, afterwards it will be alone.

She felt the urge to challenge the witch in her throat, tickling her tonsils, but she was
so exhausted. Hogwarts was much warmer than the shed and the heat was like a sedative. The fluffy
the chair was absorbing it, no matter how much it cost to ignore it. The smell of food was also in the
air, betraying his empty stomach.

Should I understand that your silence means you accept the offer?

Offer. Buffoon. He was not offering any offer and everyone in the room knew it. It was an ultimatum.
To stay with the enemy or risk dying. The will to live ended up overcoming his pride. Well,
that they would feed him and provide an ancestral roof over his head. His parents would be looking for him.
His father would convince the Dark Lord to overlook his... accident. Maybe.

—Accept —Snape spoke on his behalf, giving a stern look to his former student who dared to
to protest.

So be it, McGonagall sighed, with the fear of having made a pact with the devil. Do you have any...
belonging?

Her eyes fell back into her lap. The simple answer was no. No, she didn't have a damn thing to
could consider as your property. Only the clothes, repeatedly torn and mistreated that you were wearing
since that night and a set of robes that Snape had given him. He was stripped of all
symbols of their wealth; the symbols that represented their infamous heritage and he hated it.

No - he spat quickly, narrowing his eyes.

Then I will have the house-elves get you some things,

softer than before. —I will send them to Miss Granger's room tomorrow.

And is Miss Granger in agreement with this? asked the old wizard in a skeptical tone.

Not yet.

Draco's golden eyebrows arched over his pale forehead. "Not yet?" That woman was
digging his grave faster than Voldemort.

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He slid the anxious and nibbled fingertips over the old bricks as he dragged.
the feet down the hallway and with the other hand she held the shining wand that guided her. She could imagine why
McGonagall had summoned her at that hour. There was only one possibility.

Bad news.

Someone had died. Or was injured. Perhaps Harry and Ron's plan had been discovered. Maybe the school
He was under another threat. Or Voldemort could have found the Headquarters of the Order.
There were hundreds of possibilities and all of them were bad.

He lamented his optimism; he wished it had not been taken away from him by the dark memory of the
Astronomy Tower and that his best thoughts, sadly, were also stolen from him that night,
when McGonagall's distorted voice echoed down the hallway and, just as the echoes
They turned off, and another voice joined her. The voice of a man.

He tightened his grip on his wand and quickened his pace, the sound of his footsteps resonating loudly in the
acoustics of the place. I could not discern specific words, not even if there perhaps was a third voice
vibrating along the walls. With a flick of the wrist and whispering the password again, the
The thick door swung open suddenly.

His eyes widened wildly as they took in the scene.

Snape. Here. In Hogwarts.

He didn't even notice Malfoy's presence.

Three heads turned to look at her, but she only saw one. Him. The person who had killed the man.
more magnificent than he had ever known. He felt a burst of fire in his chest.

"You"—he hissed, his features stretched in surprise for a moment before the furious lines
they wrinkled their face. The arm with which they held the wand straightened with a snap at the elbow and their
brown eyes narrowed into dangerous slits —Impedimenta!

The man blocked the spell effortlessly and that infuriated her even more. Rage throbbed against her ears,
drowning McGonagall's request for her to relax. The magic pulsed against the tips of her fingers,
prepared for revenge. She shot a Desmaius, but it was deflected just like her last attack.

Draco watched the duel silently with his calculating eyes, wondering why Snape was
really participating in that. Surely, a quick Petrificus would put the meddler in her place.
dirty blood. She hadn't noticed him, she hadn't taken her eyes off the other wizard even once. I would bet the
the fortune of his family that seeing him would hardly calm the tantrum he was having at that moment.

Snape looked at the girl calmly and cast a silent disarming spell in her direction, deciding that
it was better to end that before it got out of control. She raised an eyebrow in astonishment.
when it had no effect and hesitated when another of the girl's curses made him stumble. He had been
practicing. When had I learned non-verbal protective spells?

--Enough! --McGonagall tried to intervene, but Hermione's eyes barely strayed towards the woman.
Miss Granger, please calm down and let me explain...

The young witch didn't even blink.

Confring...

The wand slipped from her hand and she shifted her confused and betrayed gaze to the principal. She felt that
some enchanted strings surrounded her, restricting her movements and that some frustrated tears
began to slide down her cheeks. McGonagall gave her an apologetic look before shaking her
new wand and Hermione felt her feet leave the ground before flying towards a
cabinet

The door slammed shut behind her and remained still in the darkness for a stunned moment.
moment before starting to fight with everything I had and scream until I almost tore my throat.
What was McGonagall doing? She began to cough in an indignant sob and swallowed the scream.
trapped in the trachea.

What the hell was going on?

On the other side of the door, Draco sank into the chair, rolling his eyes. He watched both professors as
they shared a look of skepticism and resisted the urge to shake their head or laugh at his
stupidity. How could they, honestly, be surprised that she reacted that way?
I was really surrounded by damn idiots.

Well, he commented, with a raspy voice, but still rich in excess sarcasm. That went well.

Notes from Bex-chan; And so another story begins... I know this chapter was very short, but I assure you that
the others will be longer! I hope that with this introduction I have succeeded in capturing your attention!
This fic will basically annoy Draco's head, a lot. And if we're going to do that, Hermione's too. I'm going
enjoy this... I hope you do too! I know the idea of them 'sharing a room' has already been
done but I haven't found a fic where they are confined to a room and slowly lose their mind...
This is going to be a bit dark with some plot twists and mature themes and strong content. In addition,
explicit language throughout it...

Notes from Ashamed Kawaii: Here I am once again... I don't know how, but I gained another pound.
I don't regret it, this actually takes time (to translate) I promise I won't take long since I am
too impulsive but I will not give up. If anyone wants to read the original story, do not hesitate to tell me.
I will gladly send you the corresponding links. Fortunately, within my impulsiveness, I am somewhat
sensible and my mind only focuses on three stories. Two from translations and one of my own and I know that this way
It will go on for quite a while until one of the three finishes (which would most likely be mine) haha.
As a clarification, not everything from the Harry Potter world I remember in the translation given to
Spanish (there are so many things!) but I will mention that the scourgify spell is a spell for cleaning the
things, I believe that the spell in Spanish is esfregotegopero but I don't remember it and I didn't investigate it, so I prefer
leave them in their original language (unless I remember the translation) and any clarification at the end of the chapter
:)

I don't know why I became curious to turn on my computer at 1 in the morning (February 19, 2012) and
read me the fanfic how horrible! I swear I was always very careful with translations but this stinks haha
please excuse me, now I see why they said I translated everything literally, although British English is different
It was not the time to translate and Bex has spelling errors in his story, it was not meant to upload these either.
types of chapters, I will arrange all the chapters XD How embarrassing on my part! If it were my first fic
I would understand about translation, but it's not like that, what a pity, please forgive me.

DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE REVIEWS!

Ashamed

NOTES FROM THE EDITORS: Considering what the translator said in the original chapter, both Alba...
Like me, Sunset82, we decided to re-edit the first chapters or translate them again from scratch for a better
understanding. I hope you enjoyed it and immerse yourselves in this incredible story.

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