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A/N- Well here is the sequel of Pressure. Sorry it took a long time. Hope you all like it. LPI3

Hermione Granger looked up at the tall building in front of her. Its dark shadow cast upon all of the little land around it making the area seem even more cold and dark than it really was. The waves crashed against the pointed jagged rocks that surrounded the small island. If some brave witch or wizard tried to escape this island, they would first have to get past the deadly rocks and then swim for miles in the cold ocean until they would reach land. And only one wizard had ever done that to Hermione's knowledge.

She gritted her teeth and trudged into the miserable looking prison. She was on a mission and she wasn't going to let her nerves or feelings get in the way of what she had to do.

"Minister, might I have a word with you?" Hermione jumped from her seat behind her desk when the Minister of Magic walked by. He seemed to be in a hurry, but since she was his best Auror, he always made time for her.

"Certainly, Ms. Granger, how can I help you?" The minister asked with a smile slowing down his pace so Hermione could catch up.

"Well, sir, it's about the murders that have started taking place again, the ones caused by the surviving Death Eaters."

"I assure you Ms. Granger, we have every possible Auror on the case to find them."

"I understand, but I was thinking, why not use the Death Eaters we have in Azkaban to help us," The Minister stopped and looked at Hermione with a questioning stare, so she continued, "Maybe if we made a deal with them, they could help us find the others."

"You are suggesting we make a deal with a Death Eater to help us find their allies?" Hermione thought she heard a bit of a laugh in his statement.

"Yes, sir, I think that-"

"No, Ms. Granger, it is too dangerous. We can't afford to take chances with the Death Eaters now that 'He Who Must Not Be Named' is gone." The Minister waved his hand to dismiss her, but Hermione was not ready to leave yet.

"I know a Death Eater who would help us, no tricks." She hadn't wanted to say it, but if it was the only way she could be heard out, she had to say it. She had a plan and knew it could work.

The minister turned to her, "You know a Death Eater that can help us track down the other Death Eaters?" Hermione nodded and the minister sighed before speaking, "Alright, I will take this matter up with the board in our meeting, if we think it's safe enough, then we will get you your Death Eater, but if not, I don't want to hear anymore fuss, understand?"

"Yes, sir, thank you." Hermione grinned as the minister walked away. Five years at the ministry and now she was starting to be taken seriously.

Hermione's answer had come the next morning. The minister told her that if she could get this Death Eater to help the ministry without causing any mayhem, then she was totally responsible for him and any mess-ups would cost her her job. However, she was confident that her plan would work.

"I am here to visit cell number 823 on ministry matters." She said coolly walking up to the desk where a tired looking man with sunken dark eyes and greasy matted hair sat.

He stared at her in her comfortably fitting dark suit and cloak and her frizzy hair up in a tight professional looking bun, as if wondering why a girl like her would be sent to a place like this. He shrugged and opened the bolted up door behind him that led into a darker hallway. "Two floors up and to your left," he said in a bored voice, "guards will be waiting there."

"Thank you." Hermione said and walked through the door. Each cell room had been double locked and bolted ever since the Dementors had left, escaping was much more common now, though never successful.

"820…821…" Hermione walked slower now as she neared the cell 823. She even considered going back to the ministry and telling them the plan wasn't going to work. She felt less confident now than she had felt thinking about the plan behind her desk. Maybe she should have brought Harry or Ron with her. "Snap out of it, Hermione, you can do this." She whispered to herself once she had approached the cell. Two big guards stood on either side of the door, wands drawn.

"I am here on ministry business to question this Death Eater." Hermione said holding out a roll of parchment the Minister and his board had signed. One of the men took it from her shaking hands and read it over before moving aside and unlocking the door with a jinx.

"We're right here Ms," The man said reassuringly and Hermione walked into the room and the door clicked shut behind her.

The room was quiet and dark, the walls damp and smelled of mildew and rot. There was a small barred window over a ripped and broken bed over in the corner, which was being occupied.

Hermione let out a small gasp and held her hand to her mouth. She couldn't believe he was even here, that she was here trying to get him out. The figure lying on the bed stirred and slowly sat up.

"Who's there?" Draco, the darkened figure whispered, tiredness and exhaustion in his voice.

Hermione couldn't speak; she opened and closed her mouth several times. She was shaking terribly and didn't know why.

Draco stood up from his bed and then Hermione could see him better though the darkness in the room was overwhelming. Draco looked skinnier then he had ever looked before, though tall still in stature. His hair down to his shoulders matted and tangled and darker looking, not the slicked back glowing blond it once was. His eyes were dark and lifeless as if this said he had given up long ago with living. "Hermione?"

Hermione closed her eyes and pushed out the reason she had come, "By order of the Ministry of Magic, I was sent here today to make you a deal."

Draco chuckled, something Hermione was sure he had not done in some time. "A deal? With the ministry? The same people who locked me up in this forsaken hole? Not interested."

"You look terrible, Draco." Hermione whispered more to herself.

Draco turned to face the window that barely showed the outside, "That happens in here, doesn't it? Lack of sleep, rotten food, locked up in a damp sick infested hole. This is nowhere a pureblood should be."

Hermione felt her cheeks flush pink he was starting to sound like his old Pureblood-loving-mudblood-hating self again, something she did not miss. "Maybe you want to hear the deal before you turn me down?"

Draco advanced slowly to her looking her over with his dead eyes, "You haven't changed much yourself." He smirked at her hair and suit.

"The ministry would like to offer you freedom in exchange for the locations and/or information on the Death Eaters still at large." Hermione continued ignoring his comments. She was certain that if she had not practiced this speech before hand she would have forgotten every word.

Draco paused, "You want me to turn in the other Death Eaters, and I go free?"

"Well, we have most of them in custody, but the ones still at large have been killing and terrorizing muggles and witches and wizards of the like." Hermione nodded, "And yes, the ministry is willing to set you free if you help us."

"My ministry pardon, huh," Draco seemed to consider this a moment and then shook his head, "Still not interested. I want more."

Hermione stood her ground, "No, that is all you get, take it or leave it." In her opinion, he was acting like a greedy child in a candy shop.

"Then I wont do it." Draco folded his arms across his chest also standing his ground.

Hermione bit her lip, "What sort of…things would you want?"

Draco shrugged, "I want all of this nonsense to be wiped from my record, I want my wand back," he paused, "And I want Potter to bow to me every time I enter the same room as him."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You will be set free, isn't that good enough for you?"

"When has anything ever been good enough for me?" Draco asked, "Take it or leave it, Granger. You need me and I can help you so no more people get hurt." He said the last bit in a bit of a mocking tone.

Hermione considered this, surely the minister would allow her to call a few shots, "You will have you freedom, and your wand back. And I will talk to the minister about your records."

"And Potter?"

"Now you're just being stupid, Draco." Hermione scolded narrowing her eyes at him as he laughed.

"Of course, I wont be mean to your husband, it isn't fair of me." There was a hint of sarcasm and a hint of jealousy in his tone.

Hermione hesitated and then said, "Harry is not my husband, he and Ginny."

This statement made Draco pause a moment before smirking again, even more jealousy written in his sneer, "Then you and Weasel I assume."

"You assume wrong. Draco, I haven't married yet." Hermione could not see how any of this mattered, she wasn't about to take Malfoy back and she was sure he knew that too.

Draco said nothing for a moment but ran a hand through his grimy hair, "All I have to do is find you your Death Eaters?" Hermione nodded. "But why me, you have others who could help you, ones who would be more quicker at the chance of freedom than me."

"Well, for one, you once said that you didn't want to be a Death Eater, but your father made you," Draco grimaced at the mention of his father and Hermione continued, "And because I…I trust you."

Draco stared into her deep brown eyes, "and the minister is just going to let me go."

"Yes," Hermione said a bit impatiently, "if you say you will help us, otherwise, forget I was here." She turned to the door as if to say she was going to leave if he didn't answer quickly."

"Wait," He said grabbing her arm. She felt cold chills going through her body, unsure if she liked it or not, she yanked her arm away, "I'll do this, but there are still things I want to know."

Hermione grinned, "Thank you Draco, I'll just have a talk with the guards and we'll have this matter straightened out. Your questions will be answered once we are off of this dreadful island." She was much more cheerful as she spoke and was out of the room before Draco could change his mind.

Before he knew it, Draco and Hermione were standing outside the wind blowing fiercely and the waves sprinkling cold greenish water onto them. Hermione turned to him as he let the air hit him, enjoying the outside. "I need your word that you won't leave or escape."

Draco grinned and said nothing, but continued to stare around him.

"Draco, please!"

"If I was going escape, I would have already done it, and, I would have killed you before I did it." Draco looked seriously at her and then laughed at the look on her face.

"Alright then. Disapparate to the Leaky Cauldron, I am sure you still know how to do that?" Hermione said, but before she got her answer, Draco was gone and she soon followed too.

A/N- Alright chapter one! WHOOT! I am feeling good about this sequel; tell me what you all think. Review for Draco please! LPI3