Hold On - Dramione

Chapter 18

So Hermione was definitely out of her element when she was seen and accidentally said good morning to someone, while she was supposed to be Bellatrix Lestrange.

And yes, while Draco had told her to remember who she was, right now, she wasn't Hermione Granger as she stared down at the 30-yard distance from the entrance to where the Head Goblin sat at a desk just slightly higher than those that lined the marble floor from the entrance to the high table. She wondered how long it would take to count every crystal on the massive chandelier that hung from the ceiling. Probably longer than she had before this Polyjuice Potion wore off. And where usually she'd be panicking about the fact that she had no clue how long she had, she thought it was worth it with the mind-blowing orgasm he gave her.

Hermione did stumble her first few steps in the shoes as Ron followed behind her, a fake beard stuck to his jaw and his hair magicked to look more brown than red. Harry and Griphook were hidden beneath his invisibility cloak.

Where the Goblins usually didn't move from where they worked at the desks that lined the hallway, they did look up from their work as Bellatrix Lestrange walked ever so slowly past them.

She cleared her throat when the Goblin didn't look up from the High Table. Twice.

"I wish to enter my vault," she said with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Identification?" the Goblin said as he didn't look up.

"I hardly think that will be necessary."

"Madam Lestrange," the Goblin said as he finally looked up, thin grey hair covering part of his head. The Goblin moved away from the high desk.

"I don't like to be kept waiting," Hermione said, but it was still her voice, it wasn't convincing.

"They know," whispered Griphook from under the cloak. "They know she's an imposter. They've been warned."

A uniformed guard from the entrance began walking the aisle, his slow footsteps echoing off the marble palace that was Gringotts.

Another goblin approached the High Desk, this one with golden-rimmed glasses. "Madame Lestrange, would you mind presenting your wand?"

Remember who you are - that had been what Draco had said. And she was Hermione Granger; she didn't go quietly. She used her brain.

First, Bellatrix Lestrange had a dark raspy voice.

"You want to see my wand?" she growled, trying to make her voice as scratchy as possible, her back bending forwards because second, Bellatrix Lestrange did not have good posture – she was all about getting into other people's space. "You can see my wand!"

Hermione pulled the curved piece of wood out of her bag because third, Bellatrix Lestrange was batshit crazy.

The curved walnut wand felt course in her hand, it felt poisonous. A random factoid about the superstition that Walnut wood was evil popped into her mind. She could feel it. The darkness wrapped around her wand arm like a snake. A snake that Hermione grabbed by the neck as she forced its tail to lash out - because she was Hermione Granger, and if she could bend Draco Malfoy, perhaps the second most powerful wizard in Great Britain, to her will, this wand had no chance.

She felt its resistance, but she pushed through it as the wand lengthened into a whip that wrapped around the guard who had almost reached them.

She lashed it and the guard who went flying into the rows of desks before she whirled on the two startled goblins.

Fourth, Bellatrix loved to make threats. Strangely, Hermione shared that in common with the escaped prisoner, at least when it came to threatening Draco. However, the only difference was that Bellatrix would follow through on her threats whilst Hermione wouldn't - at least on most of them. Who would've thought that she'd actually grow to like his stupid, handsome face?