Saturday, March 29, 2008
Continue story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 77 - 'DON'T WANT TO LOCK ME UP INSIDE DRACO AND HERMIONE'
CHAPTER 77
Draco laid on his bed upstairs, away from everyone, trying to think about everything that was going on. “We need to find her,” he whispered to himself as he stared up at the dreary, off-white ceiling. “We have to find her…”
Downstairs in the Heads’ Common Room, the words that were being spoken were pretty much the same as Draco’s. All anyone could think about or wanted was to get Hermione back there, safe and sound. Everyone was so antsy, or so it seemed.
But while everyone was freaking out in the Common Room; Hermione was relaxing with an old friend, having fun. “Viktor, you are seriously amazing,” she said with a soft smile coming to her face. “You really should come to the wedding.”
Viktor gave her an unreadable expression for a moment before turning to look away as he grabbed a random shirt from a pile of clothes. Looking at it for a moment, he decided that it wasn’t the right one and tossed it back on top of the pile. “Hermione, I don’t want you to get hurt by that ******,” Viktor said as he continued to rifle through the pile of clothes, looking for the right shirt. “He will do something terrible soon and you’ll be heartbroken. I would never be able to be happy if you aren’t happy.”
As Hermione’s cheeks flushed a soft shade of red, she got the feeling that something was going on at Hogwarts again. Shrugging her shoulders, she pushed the feeling aside as she watched Krum. “He won’t hurt me,” Hermione said defiantly, pushing the memories from earlier that year far from her mind, trying to keep them hidden completely.
“How do you know that for sure? You never know with a Malfoy.”
Hermione shook her head as she looked up at Viktor, completely taken aback that he would say such a thing. Yes, he was a Malfoy but at least he was trying to make a very grand life for himself so that he didn’t have to be looked down upon because his father was Lucius Malfoy, the death eater. He was trying his best to get away from that look because that was slowly beginning to eat at his insides. Why on Earth would anyone want to be looked down upon because of their father who had made some extremely foolish choices over the course of his life; certainly, not anyone who was even remotely aware of their surroundings. “Just because his father was a useless man who made very foolish choices doesn’t mean that his son will do the same thing,” Hermione retorted.
“They share the same DNA!” Viktor replied. “He’s going to fallow his father’s footsteps to make him proud, there’s no doubt about…”
“His parents were both put to death,” Hermione said. “He wants nothing to do with what they had done to get them placed on Death Row.” Running a hand through her hair, she stood to her feet and pulled her bag over her shoulder. “Viktor, it was great to see you again, I did enjoy talking to you. Unless you aren’t going to try to sabotage my wedding, then don’t even bother coming.” Viktor held tightly to the invite, not allowing her to take it back. “I’ll see you then, then,” she replied before apparaiting out of the hotel room.
# posted by Sek Koon @ 9:06 AM 
