Saturday, May 31, 2008
Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 1 - 'IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS'
CHAPTER 1
Looking over the house with her hazel eyes, she bent down gently and wrote her initials on the dirt path with a stick before apparaiting to platform 9 ¾ with her trunk, ready to depart from London and go back to Hogwarts, the one place that she could never feel safe in again. As she boarded the engine, over one-hundred pairs of eyes stared at her, following her as she made her way down the car to an empty compartment. It felt so unreal to her to be sitting alone without her two best friends. If she couldn’t be around Harry or Ron, she didn’t want to be around anyone. Why would she want to talk to people who really didn’t care about what she had done over the summer in helping Harry and Ron fully prepare themselves for their crusade? No one cared. No one cared that she felt so alone for pretty much the very first time since she was in her first year and Ron had said that she didn’t have any friends.
Sitting rigidly on a seat in her compartment, Hermione looked out the window at all of the happy yet frightened students as they made their way onto the train and away from their families and the people who had protected them from the horrid pains of everything that had happened only a few months prior to that day. As she looked out at the platform as it soon receded from view, she could still see Mrs. Weasley waving her children, Harry, and Hermione off for their years of school. But this year was different. Mrs. Weasley wasn’t on the platform, waving everyone off. All of the Weasley’s, except for Ron, were gone. They were all in hiding with the help of the Ministry. Turning her head away, she looked ahead of her as someone walked into her compartment.
“Hermione,” a silky voice said, causing Hermione to turn her head and actually look into the eyes of the speaker, “you’re friends are far from here aren’t they?” Hermione nodded her head as Nymphadora Tonks walked into the compartment more. She nodded her head and sat next to Hermione for a second. “I’m only going to be on the train to make sure that everyone is OK and then I’m going to go home and rest a little bit but I wanted you to know that I’m here if you need me.” Hermione stayed quiet but placed a small smile to her face before Tonks left. The moment that the witch left, the smile faded.
Before Hermione knew it, the train had made its stop at Hogsmead Station. For once, Hermione wasn’t in her uniform for she had fallen asleep but with the flick of her wand, her street clothes had been replaced with Hogwarts uniform, the Gryffindor symbol sewed across her heart on her jacket. Gently, Hermione made her way off of the train and into the nearest carriage, regretting it automatically since it was currently housing Lavender Brown and Parvati Patel, the two people that Hermione knew wouldn’t care about what was going on at all. But she just faked a smile, as usual, and explained how it really wasn’t too terrible that her two best friends were fighting the Dark Lord without her by their side, helping them.
Luckily, Hogwarts was in front of them within moments which allowed Hermione to get as far away from the two scared, yet full of life, girls who didn’t even know the difference between the cruciatus curse and the imperious curse. Grabbing her messenger bag from right beside her, she hopped out of the thestral-pulled carriage and made her way up the steps, dodging Peeves and his yearly water balloons. But Hermione stopped the moment that she spotted him; the platinum, blonde hair gave him away completely.
“What are you doing here you filthy little scoundrel?!” she yelled as he turned to stare at her.
Opening his mouth to speak, he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall. “Mr. Malfoy, go inside and take your seat for the ceremony and feast,” she ordered. “Miss Granger, please come with me.” Turning sharply, McGonagall led Hermione up a few fights of steps and up to the statue of an eagle. “Dumbledore,” McGonagall whispered. The statue jumped aside, allowing Hermione and McGonagall to walk up the steps and into the Head Master’s office. Inside sat a man with his back to both of them. Hermione knew who it was though the moment that she saw the back of his head. Like Malfoy, the hair gave him away. She knew that it was Severus Snape by the greasy, black hair. “Severus, she’s here.” Snape swiveled his chair around and placed his hands on the desk. Biting her lip rather hard, Hermione was extremely displeased to see that the man who had killed Dumbledore was currently sitting behind the great wizard’s desk as the Head of the school. It was a terrible thought but Hermione had to push the thoughts away as he motioned for McGonagall and herself to take a seat in the two, plushy, black suede arm chairs that were in front of his desk. “Now, Miss Granger, it has come to our attention that you are far from safe at the moment.”
“I’m fine professor,” Hermione said defiantly as she played with a strand of hair that was, surprisingly, no longer poofy due to a spell that Mrs. Weasley had taught her. “There’s not need to worry about me at all.”
“There is and that is why I have asked Head Master Snape here to keep you safe,” McGonagall stated. Hermione gave her a look of pure confusion and spite. “Now, Miss Granger, we just want to keep you safe.”
“I can look out for myself!” Hermione exclaimed as she stood to her feet.
“Sit,” Snape commanded as he looked Hermione over. “We’ve made certain accommodations for you so that we can keep you extra safe to possibly help the other two.”
“Like you care,” Hermione retorted as she took the letter that McGonagall just handed her, explaining everything. “Did you ever think that he took this opportunity to try to figure out where Harry and Ron are to tell You-Know-Who? Why would it matter if I’m safe if you can get those whereabouts?” With that being said, Hermione stood to her feet and left, making her way down to the Great Hall for the ceremony.
“Don’t worry Minerva,” Snape began as he stood, helping McGonagall stand as well, “she’ll come to grips with everything and be OK with me helping her.”
“She better Severus or grave danger could be her downfall,” McGonagall said as she grabbed the sorting hat and made her way down to where the waiting first years were.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 2 - 'IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS'
CHAPTER 2
“HELLO! Hermione, are you in there?” Neville Longbottom asked as he gently knocked on the top of her head. She had been so lost in her own mind that she hadn’t realized that all of her friends were trying to talk to her and that the feast had completely started. When Hermione plastered her fakest smile and a gentle laugh, the rest of the table started to laugh as well. “Hermione, you drift off there for a moment?”
“Y-Yeah,” Hermione stammered as she ran a hand through her hair and started to look at the food to eat. She hadn’t eaten anything since the night before, the last night that she was able to see Harry, Ron, and all of the other Weasleys but as she looked at all of the plates of her favorite foods, she just couldn’t lift her arm to pick up a ladle or a fork to get anything from the plates. “I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately. I think the last time I was able to actually focus on anything was a week or so ago…” After saying that, Hermione stopped focusing again.
Her mind was everywhere else but the feast and from up at the Teachers’ Table, both McGonagall and Snape had noticed that. Snape sat in the high-backed chair that once housed the glutious maximus of Albus Dumbledore. Now, it was the seat of Severus Snape, the one person that everyone except for Slytherins had not wanted to be the Head Master. Gently, McGonagall tapped Snape’s shoulder. “Do you see her?” she whispered.
“I don’t think I have ever seen any of the trio look that upset except for when Dumbledore had died,” Snape replied. Right after he and Draco had run, Snape returned to the school and sought out McGonagall to talk to her about everything. Dumbledore had left her a note, explaining everything that he had asked of Snape, and she had gotten it by the time that he had gotten into the old Head Master’s office to speak to the acting Head Mistress. They had spoken about everything for over three hours before she had finally asked him to be the Head Master. He took the job graciously; he knew that he had to at least try to change everything around. “What do you think we should do about her, Minerva?” he asked as he took a small bite of his chicken.
McGonagall looked over at Hermione who looked very antsy. She was gently playing with her hands under the table and every once in a while made a small attempt to eat something but couldn’t get the fork actually into her mouth. No one at the Gryffindor table noticed and if they did, they didn’t show it. Hermione would go back to playing with her hands and faking a smile to make everyone believe that she was strong, when deep down inside her entire being was screaming to be set free and not be locked in the castle. McGonagall could tell from all the way up at the Teachers’ table that Hermione Granger felt trapped. “We have to do something Severus or she might end up in worse trouble than we had ever imagined for this girl,” she said as she looked over at Snape and then looked down at her plate, confusion wrapping its way around her mind. She had never seen a student fall as far as Hermione was currently falling at the moment.
Severus looked over at Hermione and saw the same thing that McGonagall was seeing. This girl had gone from one of the most respected students who could be pushed to amazing limits and always succeed but he could tell that she had changed greatly. There was food on her plate but it had only been picked at, none actually made it into her mouth. Her friends were around her, smiles plastered to their faces, and they were trying to make her feel better but she just wouldn’t allow them to. She could tell that they weren’t genuine smiles since they, too, missed Harry and Ron but they just couldn’t even comprehend what she was going through.
“YOU THINK YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES ABOUT THEM!” Lavender Brown bellowed as she stood to her feet. “WE MISS THEM TOO! I MISS RON SO MUCH!”
Hermione stood to her feet and turned around, but then stopped herself and slammed her fist into Lavender’s face. The entire Hall had grown silent the moment that Lavender yelled so everyone was able to hear the crunching noise that was Lavender’s nose being smashed. “Listen to me you little stuck-up trash!” Hermione said in a very calm, yet livid, voice. “Go ahead and tell me that I’m not the only one who misses them, I already know that! But you don’t know ANYTHING you silly, little girl! I was supposed to go with them! I TAUGHT THEM EVERYTHING THAT I BELIEVED THAT THEY NEEDED TO KNOW BEFORE THEY LEFT! They needed me, not some girl that both of them despised, and yes, you are that girl!” Parvati stood to her feet and made her way over to her best friend who had been knocked to the ground as she tried to help clean the girl of blood. Hermione shook her head as she stared down at the two girls and rolled her eyes. “It’s so funny how you act as if you know everything but you couldn’t even see that Ron never wanted you in the first place.”
“That’s a lie,” Lavender said as she held her nose and fought back tears. “He loved me!”
“Right…That’s why he told me that he just dated you to try to get closer to me right?” Hermione replied before she began to walk out of the Great Hall. “Oh, and if you ever try to say something that stupid again, I’ll make sure that I break more than just your nose.” With that, Hermione made her way out of the Great Hall, the piece of paper gripped tightly in her hand so she could figure out where her sleeping accommodations were.
Snape got to his feet while this whole scene had played out, as had McGonagall, and the moment that Hermione left the Great Hall, he left after her. McGonagall ran to Lavender to try to help the badly beaten girl. “Miss Granger, halt,” Snape called as he watched Hermione retreat down the hall. When she didn’t stop, he ran after her. “Did you not hear me?” Hermione didn’t reply. Instead, she took off down the hall, looking down at the paper every now and then to try to remember the information she had just memorized. “HALT!”
“NO!” Hermione replied as she finally found the portrait of an angel. She waved down at Hermione and smiled. “G-Godric,” Hermione said in a very out of breath voice before the portrait sunk into the wall and moved to the side, revealing a door hidden behind it. Hermione ran in and watched the portrait cover up the door through a tiny window at the very top of the door. Letting out a sigh of relief, she made her way over to a comfy looking sofa. It was amber colored suede. Hermione didn’t really care about the color; she just wanted to sit down. The moment that she did, she leaned on her side and began to bawl her eyes out.
Snape made his way in but stopped right at the door. He was so ready to yell at her and give her detention for punching Lavender and breaking the poor girl’s nose but the moment that the sobbing was made audible to his ears, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pull himself to actually yell at this girl who had fallen completely. Snape hung his head and left Hermione’s Common Room. Letting out a sigh, he walked up towards his office. “What are we going to do?” he asked himself.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 3 - 'IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS'
CHAPTER 3
Professor Snape walked into Hermione’s Common Room with Professor McGonagall and let out a sigh as he watched her sleep for a moment. She was asleep where Snape had left her earlier, on the couch when she had been sobbing. “She must have worn herself out,” he said.
“Miss Granger, I need you to wake up,” McGonagall said as she clapped her hands gently, trying to get the seventeen-year-old girl awake. “Come now, Miss Granger, wake up.”
Hermione moved and sat herself up as a groan escaped her lips, signifying that she was far from an early riser. She rubbed at her eyes and looked up at McGonagall and Snape. Running a hand through her knotted hair, Hermione let out a sigh as she realized that Snape had probably asked McGonagall to try to help him get Hermione to act the way that a young lady should; too bad that she wanted nothing to do with anyone at the moment. She had put a confundling spell on her parents so that they wouldn’t even remember that they had a daughter, Harry and Ron had gone, and everyone that she was close to were either gone or didn’t care. Why would Hermione want to be near anyone or put up with anything that they had to say if she just wanted to get away from everything and everyone?
“Miss Granger, we need to speak with you about something that is mildly important,” McGonagall said as she looked down at the girl. She had that stern look on her face that she usually did but her eyes were soft. She knew that Hermione wasn’t dealing with everything well at the moment. To be completely honest, she wasn’t in the best state of mind either but she, unlike Hermione, was able to stay strong and keep people from knowing how hurt she was. Dumbledore, the only man that she had ever loved besides her late husband, was gone and two of her students that she looked up to for their bravery were far from being safe. As she looked down at the girl, she felt her own feelings begin to spill out of her. She turned away from Hermione and walked over to a window, leaving Hermione and Severus together.
“What did you two wake me up for?” Hermione asked as she looked up into the dark, almost black, eyes of Severus Snape. “I get it, you two just ‘want to make sure that I’m doing OK’ but honestly; I just want to be left alone for a little while.”
“Miss Granger, that is no way to speak to your superiors!” Snape responded.
“That’s funny,” Hermione responded as McGonagall walked back over to them, her stern look back to her face, “because the last time I checked, I was on the good side meaning that I’ll be your superior, Headmaster, when Harry and Ron come back with You-Know-Who’s head in his hands!”
“Quite ambitious, are we?” Snape replied as he looked down at her. “You don’t know what the Dark Lord is capable of.”
“Obviously you haven’t been watching what Harry is capable of either have you?” Hermione asked before standing up and starting to walk away.
“Where do you think you’re going, Miss Granger? It’s after hours!” McGonagall said as she watched Hermione stop at the door. Hermione wanted to get as far away from them as possible and if that meant going to the Slytherin Common Room, being yelled at and made fun of, so be it. She was happy that she knew how to get into people’s minds after a while because that meant that she could get the new passwords from McGonagall all she wanted. “Miss Granger,” McGonagall said as she strained to keep her hands from her temples as a massive headache started to hit her, “you know that it is against school rules for you to wander around the halls!” Hermione stared at them for a few seconds before walking right out of the Common Room. She didn’t want to be near anyone but she didn’t want to be locked in a room where she couldn’t even talk to anyone!
Instead of making her way to the Gryffindor tower or even to the Slytherin dungeons, Hermione made her way outside. As the clean, oxygenated air filled Hermione’s lungs, all she wanted to do was run, and that’s exactly what she did which was perfect because someone decided that following her to try to catch her. Bolting, Hermione took off towards the lake, running as fast as she could and not halting for Draco Malfoy, the platinum blonde haired guy who was currently chasing her. She paused at the lake which was a dumb mistake on her part because Draco caught up to her.
“Are you deaf?!” he yelled as he bent over his knees, panting. “I have been chasing you and yelling for you to halt!”
“Since when are you, a. the boss of me, and b. my father?” she asked as she turned to look at him, smirking at the fact that she felt invigorated while he was gasping for air. “Besides, give me one good reason as to why I would stop for you?”
“B-Because it’s dangerous out here!” he stammered as he looked up at her.
“That’s because you helped make it that way,” she said bitterly as she started to walk. Draco, surprisingly, tried his best to follow her as he gripped at the stitch that was obviously in his side. “What do you want from me Malfoy? I just want to be left alone while getting out of my Common Room and yet, here you are.”
“Snape…He…” Draco began through gasps of air.
“Enough said,” Hermione said, cutting him off as she ran a hand through her hair and shook her head. At the moment, though, all Hermione wanted to know was why Snape was trying to keep her the closest eye on her. But why would he send someone like Draco Malfoy, someone who wouldn’t care if Hermione was dead, out to help get her back inside to keep her safe. “Tell me Malfoy, why are you so keen on helping him keep me safe?” she asked.
“Tell me Granger, why are you so intent on not letting anyone help you keep your mind off of the two idiots who are in for the worst?” he asked. Hermione looked over at Draco and then looked away. He didn’t want to help her and she knew that better than anyone. “Granger, I know the stuff that those two are going to be put up against and it’s some bad stuff…”
“Why are you telling me that?!” she yelled as she turned to him, tears falling from her eyes. She didn’t even care that Malfoy was there, seeing her cry. “Why are you telling me what I am fearing greatly at the moment? WHY ARE YOU SO HEARTLESS TOWARDS ME?!” Hermione ran a hand through her hair as she felt a restless feeling in her chest. It was a feeling that she had been getting lately. She figured it was from stress but she didn’t care to really find out. “Listen Malfoy, all I ask is that you leave me alone and never mention Harry or Ron, ever, and I’ll make sure that I’ll stay out of your way and everything. Deal?” she asked. Draco didn’t say anything as he looked at Hermione’s outstretched hand that only stayed like that for a few minutes before she turned on her heel and ran back to the castle and back to her Common Room. It was only a matter of time before something major happened between Draco and Hermione and, surprisingly, she couldn’t wait to find out what that something was going to be.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 4 - 'IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS'
CHAPTER 4
Slinking down to the ground, Hermione sat up against the wall and let out an angry sigh. In her eyes, it probably wouldn’t be long before Snape or McGonagall came up to get her up and tell her, her classes. But Hermione just sat there anyway. She couldn’t believe that she had been able to trick her mind like that. It was so hard to know that Harry and Ron were gone but to trick her mind the way that she did, making her believe that she was back in her sixth year. It was murderous what she was putting herself through and there was just no other way to do anything and have everything get better for her. Tears filled her eyes but Hermione wiped them away before they could fall from her eyes. She was not going to cry, not again. The more she cried, the worse she felt and she just didn’t want to feel any worse or she might actually do the unthinkable.
“This is crazy,” Hermione whispered as she pulled her knees into her chest and placed her head on her knees, the tears that she had tried to spill out from before, now rising to her eyes again. As they finally threatened to spill, again, a voice reached Hermione’s ears. “G-Go away!” Hermione stammered as she retreated even more into a ball.
“It’s the halls, Granger; I can go wherever I want!” Malfoy said with a snigger as he walked over towards her and stopped in front of her. “What’s wrong with you? Finally realizing that you’re completely useless?” When Hermione looked up at him with not one single emotion in her eyes, he actually felt a pang of guilt over what he had just said. It was a slightly terrible thing to say to someone who probably was on her way to jump off some cliff. “Listen Gran…Hermione, I didn’t mean that. I…”
Hermione stood to her feet and walked over to the portrait of an angel and whispered the password so Draco wouldn’t hear it. “Listen Malfoy, I’ve known you for at least six years now, correct? So don’t tell me that you didn’t mean that when I know that you did.” She walked forward into her Common Room; of course Draco was smart and followed close behind.
“Hermione Granger, you are so headstrong! Why can’t you just let yourself go and actually open up to me?” Draco asked.
“Why do you want to help me and why should I tell you anything?!” she yelled as she ran a hand through her hair and turned to him. “Now, if you don’t mind, get out of my Common Room!”
“By the way, Snape sent me up here to get you to come downstairs to the Great Hall for breakfast so even if you wanted me to leave, I still know the password to get in,” Draco said with a small laugh on his voice as he looked over at her and looked her up and down as she turned her back to him. “You know, Snape and McGonagall are extremely worried about you.”
“So they sent you to help them not worry? That sure was smart of them,” she replied sarcastically as she snapped her fingers and she was changed again since it was only a Saturday and she didn’t need to be in her uniform like she had been. She was now in a pair of jeans and a black shirt that was ripped here and there. She turned to look at Draco as she pulled her hair back in a pony-tail. “Why do you really keep bothering me? Why don’t you just treat me terribly like usual and stop acting like you care about me because that would make everything so much easier!”
“You’re not letting anyone help you! No one can crack you! I figure that maybe you should let me help you…”
“Why? So you can just tell your daddy what I said and he can tell You-Know-Who so he can use me against my best friends?” she asked. “Yeah right, I’m not the smartest girl in school because I have no common sense.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head, turning around as she did so. Was something wrong with her? She was afraid that she was falling for the one thing that meant nothing to her. Was this all because of Snape?
“Hermione, just listen to me,” Draco said with a soft sigh. “I want to help you. I want to help you feel better…”
“And what will you get out of it? What is Snape going to do for you?” she replied.
“I deserved that,” Draco said. “I just want you to know that I hate to see you hurt unless I had something to do with it.” Draco turned to leave, right as Hermione turned to look at him. “Oh yeah, Snape wants me to stay in the other bedroom of this Common Room to try to help you.”
Hermione watched him leave, anger filling her entire being. “This can’t be happening!” she said angrily as she left the Common Room and started to make her way to the Headmaster’s office. What he was doing to her was so much worse then she had ever been put through and she was going to find a way to put a stop to it. “Professor,” Hermione thundered as she walked into his office, “are you trying to ruin my life?”
“What are you talking about Miss Granger?” Snape asked as he pushed a stack of paper aside to look at the seventeen-year-old girl. “Are you talking about Mr. Malfoy and how I had asked him to take home in the other room in your Common Room?”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Hermione yelled as she looked at him. “Professor, it’s bad enough that Harry and Ron aren’t here but are you just trying to make me even more miserable by making me share a Common Room with Draco Malfoy, the person who I honestly wouldn’t care if he died?”
Snape just shook his head and rolled his eyes at her. “You need to learn that someone is there for you, even if you dislike that person,” Snape said with a wave of his hand, as if he was only shooing a fly away. “We also want to keep you safe and, compared to that Weasley boy, Draco is great when it comes to protecting anyone from the dark arts.”
Hermione glared at Snape as she turned on her heels and went to leave the office. “Whatever, I might not even stay here that long anyway,” she replied bitterly as she left the office, only to get stuck walking back to the Common Room with her new dorm buddy.
Snape looked forward at where Hermione had just left. She had said that she wasn’t sure how long she would stay there. That was as dangerous as could be. He ran a hand through his greasy, black hair and let out a soft sigh. He had to do something else to help her open up and forget everything that’s going on at that moment.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 5 - 'IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS'
CHAPTER 5
But nothing seemed more interesting than what was happening to Hermione. Hogwarts had only been in school for not even a full day and barely anyone has seen the third member of the ‘magical trio’. She hadn’t eaten anything the night before at dinner, she didn’t come down for breakfast, and the only time anyone had seen her was when she would make her way to Snape’s office. Only Malfoy had seen her really, but no one fully knew that. Slytherins were ecstatic that she didn’t show her face, Gryffindors were worried, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws couldn’t figure out why she wouldn’t talk to her friends at all and they were worried about her as well. What was going on with Hermione Granger, a student who had been so well pulled together and who did nothing but try to live her life fully to make her family proud, was heart breaking to anyone who knew her and cared about her.
Surprisingly, Draco Malfoy was worried too. But it wasn’t just because of how a student that he secretly admired because she was so together, it was also because of how Professor Snape had drawn himself into, for lack of a better word, an obsession over her. He was worried that Snape would try to do something terrible. Whether it was take her away and use her against Harry and Ron or whether it was because he was falling for a student. It was creepy and scary and Draco wanted to try to protect her from that. Why would he want to do that; because deep down inside, Draco Malfoy had a soft spot for ‘mudblood’ Hermione Granger. That was why he accepted Snape’s offer on trying to help her open up to someone. That and he wanted to try to keep her safe but that was for a totally different reason.
Draco grabbed his trunk and began to leave the Slytherin Common Room only to be stopped by Pansy Parkinson. He stared at her for a second and then started to walk past her. He didn’t want to talk to her about why he was taking Snape’s offer. That would just go into the deal he made with Potter and Weasley before they had left. They wanted Hermione safe and they believed that maybe, just maybe, Draco Malfoy would be up to the challenge. Draco was on his way to Azkaban pretty much unless he could turn a new leaf. So, he took the challenge and wanted to make sure that he could still make his family proud while helping two people that he had hated out of jealousy.
“Why did he ask YOU to do it, Draco?” Pansy asked as he made his way past her. “Why couldn’t he ask one of THEM to do it?” Draco looked at her, glaring, knowing that the ‘them’ that she was talking about were the Gryffindors. She recoiled at his glare. “Draco, you’ve changed over the summer. What happened to you? Where did the Draco Malfoy that I’ve grown to love go?”
“It’s either help Snape and actually because a good person or go to Azkaban and rather die than ever live,” Draco said as he opened the door to leave. “I’d rather live and actually change the way that people look at my family then go to Azkaban and not be able to help change the mindset of ignorant people.” With that being said, Draco left the Slytherin Common Room. People tried to stop him to ask where he was going but he just brushed past them. He didn’t want to let his friends down the way that he knew that he was slowly letting them down but he didn’t want to live knowing that he couldn’t change the future for himself and his family.
After what seemed like eternity, he found himself in front of the portrait of an angel. “Godric,” he said to the angel who moved to the side and let him in. When he walked in, he found Hermione lying on the couch, her legs bent at the knees behind her up in the air, reading the magazine. She didn’t turn when he entered. He guessed that she was used to people coming in by now and assumed that it was either him, Snape, or McGonagall. “Hi,” he said softly as he walked past her. He looked at her for a moment and saw that she was staring down at a page in the magazine. He could see the top of Harry’s head and knew that she had probably been staring at that page the moment that that magazine had fallen into her hands. He walked up the staircase furthest to the right and made his way up to his new room. Throwing the trunk down on his bed, he made his way out of the room and back downstairs to where Hermione was laying. He took a seat in a plushy arm chair that was to the side of Hermione.
After about ten minutes of sitting in silence, Hermione spoke. “Why did you take this challenge when Snape offered it to you?” she asked in a very monotone voice.
Draco didn’t know what to say. He had promised Potter and Weasley that he wouldn’t tell her about their agreement to keep her from possibly hating them. “I want to try to turn a new leaf,” he said. “I want people to see that I’m not this terrible guy who doesn’t care. That and I wanted to help keep you safe.”
Hermione just shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Way to sound like Snape,” she said. Draco bit his lip lightly, fighting the urge to tell her his concerns about Snape. But she poked at him about it. Looking over at him, locking her empty eyes on his cold ones, she asked, “What’s going through your head about this? I can tell that there is something else behind it.” When she caught him glance down at the page she shook her head. “What did they ask you to do?” she asked.
Letting out a sigh, Draco spilt everything. He told her how they asked him to do it because they knew that he didn’t want to go to Azkaban and that maybe this could help him. They had asked him to help keep her safe, protect her in every way possible. They wanted her to be as safe as she could be and if Draco Malfoy, one person who they all despised, was the one who could do it, then they wanted him too. He also told her his concerns about Snape. “His obsession over you is somewhat frightening and I don’t want him to do something that is so despicable! I don’t want him to fall in love with you or use you against Harry and Ron.”
Hermione shook her head and closed the magazine. What Draco was saying to her was actually scaring her. Snape wasn’t the only one obsessed with her. Draco Malfoy was slowly growing obsessed with her. She stood to her feet and began to make her way to her room. “Malfoy, I can take care of myself,” she said before climbing the stairs, afraid that she was either falling for Malfoy even more since he was showing a side to her that she had never seen before or because she just didn’t want to seem weak.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 6 - 'IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS'
CHAPTER 6
“Draco, can I talk to you about something?” she asked as she sat down on the couch next to him.
“Of course, what do you want to talk about?” he asked as he put down the book that he was reading and looked over at her. He caught her try to take a glimpse at the cover and he laughed. “Don’t tell anyone that I was reading this, I don’t really want anyone knowing that I was reading…”
“Romeo and Juliet,” she said, “is an amazing play. Where’d you get the book?”
“Y-You left it on the table and I…I was bored so I…”
“It’s OK that you were reading it,” she said. “If you want to, you can borrow it. Anyway…umm…how do I put this? I was wondering if you could help me.”
Draco smiled at her and turned to face her more. “I’m all ears,” he said with a soft smile.
Running a hand through her hair gently, Hermione let out a sigh. “What you said earlier about Snape, it’s been what’s been going through my mind since we got back here and he had been trying to get me to open up,” she said with a sigh. “I just don’t want to deal with a teacher obsessing over me. It kind of scares me that someone that students look up to is obsessing over one of his students.” When Draco didn’t reply, Hermione ran a hand through her hair again and looked at him. “Draco, I knot that you’re trying to help me for Harry and for Ron so this slight ‘obsession’ that you’ve got for me is really nothing. Besides, I’d rather a seventeen-year-old guy obsesses over me than some forty-year-old professor. Now Draco, will you please help me?”
Draco gave her a quizzical look for a moment before nodding his head. “I made a promise to Potter and Weasel so of course I’ll help,” Draco said with a small smile on his face.
After about an hour of just talking about what they were going to do in order for him to help her and her to make it believable that they still hated each other, Hermione smiled at Draco, actually hugged him, and then made her way up to her room to take a much needed nap. Draco, on the other hand, continued to sit on the couch and he actually continued to read Romeo and Juliet. He realized as he read page after page that Harry and Ron were like Tibalt and Romeo. Their families were feuding and they were stuck in the middle, deciding whether or not they wanted to really be fighting. Draco chose yes for years and Harry went along with Draco’s decision. He had finally reached the fight between Romeo, Mercutio, and Tibalt when Snape walked in. Looking up at him, Draco rolled his eyes gently as he placed the book back on the table. “Hi professor, how can I help you?” Draco asked.
“I must speak with Miss Granger,” Snape said simply, as if Draco was just a fly that he was trying to shoo out of the room.
“I’m sorry professor but she’s taking a nap,” Draco said. “We were speaking earlier and she just got really tired. She had said that she hadn’t slept well last night and she wanted to be more awake.”
“So you got her to open up?” Snape asked as he looked over towards Hermione’s room, a dreamy look in his eyes.
Draco saw the look and automatically felt his insides crawl. He was obsessing over her more and more and Draco could tell that that was something that Hermione was probably starting to be more and more fearful over. No one wanted anyone to obsess over them but it was way worse when it was a professor who was doing the obsessing. “Umm…Professor, she just went up to nap so if you want, I can send her to your office when she wakes up,” Draco said, hoping that he could get Snape to leave faster.
“I would prefer to speak with her now,” Snape replied. He looked down at Draco and tried to read everything that dealt with him. His eyes were actually filled with an emotion that was far from hatred. It was an emotion that Snape couldn’t read but he was trying not to worry about it. ‘Is he falling for Miss Granger?’ he thought to himself as he made his way towards Hermione’s room.
“I really wouldn’t do that if I were you professor,” Draco said as he stood to his feet and tried to stop Snape from going any further. “Honestly, think about it. You are about to wake up a hormonal, teenage girl. Do you honestly want to face her wrath? I would much rather deal with Dementors than wake a teenage girl up from a much needed slumber.” Draco looked up towards Hermione’s room and hoped that she wouldn’t wake because of Snape being there. He wanted her to get her rest since she probably really wasn’t sleeping well at all and then she was just getting weaker from how stressed she’s been. “Professor, I’ll send her to your office the moment she wakes up.”
Snape looked at Draco before looking back up at Hermione’s door; as if he was waiting for her to just open the door right then and there so that that could talk. But, luckily for Draco, Hermione didn’t wake and if she was awake, she knew better than to come to her door. Snape turned to look at Draco and then walked past him. “Send her up to my office the moment that she wakes and don’t fall for her,” he said as he made his way to the door.
“What was that last part, sir?” Draco asked, trying to make sure that he had heard him right. How could it be that Severus Snape, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was telling a student to not fall for another student?
“You heard me, Draco,” Snape said. “She is already a wreck enough. No need to have a broken heart along with all of the stress.”
“Are you sure it’s not because you’re falling for her yourself?” Draco whispered as Snape left the room.
“Please tell me he’s gone,” Hermione whispered as she poked her head out from the door.
“He’s gone,” Draco said as he walked over to the couch and plopped down on it. “Honestly, he’s getting…”
“SCARY!” Hermione yelled as she sat down on the couch next to him. “It’s one thing if a student has a crush on me that I can deal with. This, I can’t. He’s the Headmaster and I’m a student. It’s somewhat frightening.”
Draco turned to look at Hermione. “What if you start to fall for him back?” he asked.
“Yeah right!” Hermione said with a scoff. “I’d rather chew my own arm off than ever fall for that grease-ball of a teacher.”
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 5 - 'THINK TWICE'
CHAPTER 5
I couldn't believe that Hermione was spending time with that git, Malfoy. A couple months had gone by since the opening banquet and Malfoy and my girlfriend were getting closer every day. You could say I was a bit p.issed. I would be walking down the hall and then hear a familiar high-pitched laughter mingling with another. I'd turn the corner and see the Head Boy and Girl laughing over some unknown joke. For all I knew they were laughing at me. Harry Potter. Hermione's boyfriend.
So I cornered Hermione one day after classes. After kissing her firmly--to remind her of our relationship-- I grabbed her arm. "Why are you with Malfoy so much?" I asked, my voice low and threatening.
"Why do you care?" she answered, her face pale. I had never been abusive towards her before. "I'm sleeping with him if that's what you think!"
"I don't know what to think! All I know is that you and Malfoy have been spending a lot of quality time together and you don't seem to be as into me as you were before you started hanging with him!"
Hermione's jaw dropped and she glared. "Are you jealous?" she gasped, wrenching her arm out of my grasp. "I love you Harry! Isn't that enough?"
"Why don't you show it?!" I was being completely unreasonable, and I knew it. I was just so angry that she would drop me for that dam.n Slytherin that I didn't know what to think.
"I do! Every day! I kiss you, I hug you, I buy you things! What else am I suppossed to do?"
"Stop hanging with Malfoy!" I couldn't believe she was acting so stupid!
"He's the Head Boy Harry! We have to 'hang' to get our duties done!" she protested, her eyes welling up with tears.
I shook my head in disgust, turned on my heel, and stalked away.
What brought about this change? Maybe I'll tell you, but not right now. Not yet.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 13 - 'YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO MEAN THIS MUCH TO ME, DRAMIONE'
CHAPTER 13
Water fountains, sculptures, and candles were placed everywhere possible. There were a thousand stars twinkling overhead, including a few shooting stars.
At the end of the room was a tall man with gray hair standing in front of a stone flower altar. He was dressed in deep maroon robes and was smiling kindly at the young couple. A woman with dark black hair was sitting next to him in bright yellow colored robes, sitting at the piano.
“Draco this…this is..” Draco pulled her in. “Do you like it?” Hermione scanned the room taking in every detail. “Like it, I love it, everything is just like I imagine” She turned back to him, beaming. “How did you know?”
“Well I slightly remember you talking about something like this when we were younger.” He confessed. “Hurry go get dressed, we cant keep the High Priest waiting.” Hermione giggled and walked to her dressing room.
Draco stood in front of the altar with the High Priest. He looked very handsome, he was wearing a black tux with a pink lily on the left side on the jacket. His hair was fluffed and neat, his palms sweating.
“Don’t worry son everything will turn out as long as you two love each other.” Said the High Priest, he head held high. “Yeah…right….love…..”Draco’s breath was taken away at the sight of Hermione.
Her hair was pulled back with soft curls, some lilies were in her hair. Her dress was long and danced across the floor. It was strapless that showed off her perfect skin, but her dress was not complete without the diamonds that covered her from head to toe. The lady in bright yellow robes began to play. Draco watched as she drew in her breath, reality was setting in.
Hermione never broke her eyes away from Draco, he looked handsome, all dressed up. She blushed as his mouth fell open at the sight of her. She wished her family was here, her friends but no matter how real this seemed this was all fake. The High Priest took the hands of the young lovers and began to speak. Thoughts were running through each ones minds.
The High Priest began to speak of love and ever lasting bond. Draco glanced at Hermione. “May I have the rings.” Draco pulled out Hermione’s engagement ring and Hermione pulled out his. Tiny diamonds were placed around a gold band, their initials were on the inside. It was nothing special like the one he gave her.
The High Priest blessed the rings. “Draco Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Jane Granger you two are here today to become one. Draco please start.”
Draco: I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. As I place it on your finger, I commit my heart and soul to you. I ask you to wear this ring as a reminder of our love, our world.
He placed the ring on her finger.
Hermione: This ring I give to you as a token of my love and devotion to you. I pledge to you all that I am and all that I will ever be as your wife. With this ring, I gladly marry you and join my life to yours.
She placed the ring on his finger.
Draco: I give you this ring as a symbol of my love for you. Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side and that I will always be a faithful partner to you.
His dark blue eyes looked into her brown eyes.
Hermione :I give you this ring as a symbol of my love, my faith in our strength together, and my covenant to learn and grow with you.
She looked right back.
The High Priest bowed his head, they did too. “We may now seal these Vows with a kiss.” Draco and Hermione’s eyes widen, they both forgot about kissing!!
Hermione swallowed nervously as Draco stepped towards her. She looked up at him, he was tall, taller than Ron. She tilted her head back as he stepped towards her.
Draco leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers. Hermione felt a spark shoot all over her body. The kissed seemed to last for hours, Hermione gently placed her hand on the shoulder, Draco placed his hand in her hair.
Little silver bells chimed above their head making them break apart.
Draco tried not to laugh, “Do you do that?” Asked Hermione as she looked up. “Yeah I thought you would like it.” The High Priest chuckled. “Draco Lucius Malfoy and Hermione Jane Granger. I now pronounce you Husband and Wife.
Bells chimed, stars twinkled, streamers flew and fireworks went off.” The couple laughed, Hermione grabbed Draco’s arm the couple continued to laugh as they walked out into the night now Husband and Wife. Hermione tossed her bouquet in the air.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 80 - 'DON'T WANT TO LOCK ME UP INSIDE DRACO AND HERMIONE'
CHAPTER 80
“No, sir,” Ron said as he looked down at his hands. “I don’t know where Hermione is.”
“Mr. Malfoy, you of all people must know where your fiancé is,” Snape said.
Draco’s eyes flashed with anger. “You know what? I bet she’s as far away from here as possible! Who would want to be near the teacher that decided to make you feel horrible because you were in love?” he said as he looked up at Snape, pure hatred in his eyes to towards the teacher that had done so much for him.
“Mr. Malfoy, why must you instill so much hostility towards me?” Snape asked.
Draco didn’t reply. He just stood to his feet, grabbed his possessions, and left the room. No one had said anything as he left. The only people who had ever really left a class was Fred and George but they left school all together and Hermione who never returned to Divination. The moment that he had gotten out of the class, Draco made his way over to the Heads’ Common Room. Even if Hermione wasn’t there, Draco just wanted to be along and he wanted to possibly take a nap. Why be awake when really all you wanted to do was sleep?
Hermione flicked her wand at her feet, which were no longer in the lake, to dry them. Putting her shoes and socks back on, Hermione grabbed her bag from next to her and made her way back into the castle. She was going to have to tell everyone why she wasn’t in class and she certainly didn’t want to do that but even she knew that she had to so she had to realize what she needed to say. The moment that she entered the castle, though, she was bombarded by students and Snape.
“Well, well, well; look who we have here everyone,” Snape said. Hermione looked around, her friends were no where within that group. None of the Slytherins that she had grown close to were there, none of the Gryffindors that still liked her were there. “Look at who decided to grace us with her presence everyone,” Snape went on. It was then that Hermione realized that the people were all Death Eaters.
Gulping, Hermione took off down the hall, pulling her wand out of her pocket. Shooting spells as fast as she could out at random objects, she made her way down the hall. As she got to a dead end at the end of the hallway, Hermione apparaited to the Heads’ Common Room. Everyone that Hermione wanted to see was there. “We…We have to get out of here!” she exclaimed as she heard banging noises all around the school. “D-Death Eaters…” was all she was able to get out again before everyone was up on their feet. Before could even comprehend knew what had happened, they were standing in the cellar of the Malfoy Manor.
“Death Eaters?” Harry asked. “Are you sure?”
“Why would they come after you?” Ron asked.
“Easy,” Pansy started, “to get to both you and Draco.”
“This is insane!” Ginny said before Harry got them quiet.
“They’ll all be here soon so let’s hold hands and everyone keep your minds clear. I’ll get us to safety,” Harry said. Everyone grabbed each other’s hands, waiting to be led somewhere new by Harry.
Hermione closed her eyes and started to picture the Quidditch Pitch in
The team completely stopped practicing and they were stunned. “Hermione?” a voice called.
Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 1 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
CHAPTER 1
Where was she going? She didn’t even know anymore. Every safe haven had been destroyed and no one could be trusted. Everyone that had once been loyal was now either dead or corrupted by the fear that coursed through the winding streets of
The screams were the worst.
Hermione once had been screaming herself. She had been in hysterics for weeks following Ron’s death and now she was close to losing the last bit of her sanity for good. She moved against the brick walls, slippery from the rain. No one was out, which was good, but she knew it wouldn’t last. In moments, the patrol would pass through and by then Hermione had to be long gone or hiding in the best place she could. But on the open street with no doorways or entrances to duck into and to spend the night, she would be seen immediately if she didn’t run. But she was afraid to run. Running would make noise and noise was not a luxury that Hermione Granger could afford.
So she moved as quickly as possible, keeping close the walls, looking over her shoulder for any sign of being followed. She saw nothing, just the dark shadows that expanded behind and in front of her, beckoning her to come closer and also warning her to stay back. But she had to get out of the city, out of
A tear fell from her eye, moving down her cheek. Almost instantly she swiped it away, determined not to shed anymore tears. Then she heard a slight hum. She pressed her back against the wall and shut her eyes, willing herself not to be seen. As she felt the brick wall tremble and she turned the corner, pressing her back against the wall. She slid to the ground, gripping her wand in her hand. Moving slowly, she peeked around the corner.
Emerging from a gaping hole in the wall came three figures, dressed in black cloaks with their wands lit. One was distinctly female, tall and lithe with flowing black hair and light, caramel colored skin. A large silver pendant hung from her neck, a large emerald pulsed in the light from the tip of her wand, the size of a baby’s fist. The other two were both men, both muscular. One was tall, the other short and stocky. Hermione wasn’t brave enough to look any longer. Afraid that they would see her, she turned away and waited for them to go in the opposite direction or come towards her, see her and undoubtedly take her to Voldemort. But it seemed as though something good was happening her tonight as she heard their footsteps move off away from her, fading off into the distance.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 2 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
CHAPTER 2
In the ruins of a life that she once had, Hermione herself had said the two magical words that had taken both the life of Harry and that of Ron. She’d grown quite accustomed to it. To survive in Voldemort’s world one had to be just as ruthless, cunning and brilliantly intelligent and the new Hermione Granger was all of those things and at the same time none of them. She felt ashamed for cowering as she had only moments ago when faced with the prospect of danger. She hated how she didn’t know who she was anymore or what she was doing. She was unpredictable to even herself, whether she would jump into battle or hide in fear even she didn’t know.
She had good reason to be afraid, anyone would tell her that. She could be afraid if she wanted, but she didn’t want to be. Voldemort had said that she was nothing, made brave by the mere presence of Harry Potter. She had to prove him wrong. She had to know that she didn’t need Harry and Ron to feel like she could survive. She already had gone down that road, but already Voldemort was wrong. She was alive now and had been evading capture for four years, which meant something. It meant that she didn’t need Harry and Ron to hold her hand because she could do it alone. She didn’t need anyone because there was no one left to need.
It was stupid of her to lose focus. She should have been paying more attention, but she was so engulfed in her own misery she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her. They kept pace with her own, so well that she didn’t even realize that they weren’t the sounds of her own feet on the cobblestones. She didn’t realize there was anyone there until a cold hand was at her throat, pinning her against the wall. Her hood fell back, revealing her face and long mane of unkempt brown hair.
Hermione clawed at pale wrists, leaving red marks on chilled skin as she heard her wand slip from her pocket and clatter on the ground. She gasped for air, feeling the wet brick of the wall through her cloak. All she could see was a pair of light blue eyes, glaring at her as her surroundings began to blur. A hood hid her attacker’s face from view, but those eyes-penetrating and cool- were beautiful and terrifying, so much that if she saw his face she wasn't sure exactly how mixed her feelings would be. Then he released her and she slid to the ground, coughing and sputtering.
Hermione looked up and the eyes were gone, replaced by the beautiful face of the same girl she had seen only moments ago, her emerald pendant still glowing in the darkness. The girl’s eyes were green and Hermione knew it wasn’t her who had just been within inches of her. She looked behind the girl, seeing a cloaked figure walking briskly down the street. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with us,” the girl said coolly. She held Hermione’s wand in her hand. It looked out of place in her hand, too plain against the backdrop of her smooth skin and numerous silver rings on her fingers.
What could Hermione possibly say? No? They were taking her to Voldemort and once she was in his line of sight for the first time in four years, he would kill her. The girl gripped Hermione’s wrist tightly and forcefully pulled up the hood on her own cloak before pulling Hermione’s up as well. “Stay quiet,” the girl hissed, pulling her along after the blue-eyed man.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 3 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
CHAPTER 3
But why were they traveling by foot? They were Death Eaters, they certainly had many other modes of transportation, yet they insisted on dragging their captive Hermione behind them on foot. They were walking, walking who knew where, but walking all the same. Then they were stopping and Hermione was shoved roughly into the arms of another person who emerged from the shadows. She gasped, but was silent as the girl’s eyes landed on her, daring her to make another sound.
The girl ventured forward and Hermione noticed that the cloaked person who had been leading them to their mystery destination had stopped and was leaning against a wall appearing to be awaiting the girl’s approach. Hermione watched them speak, wondering what they were saying. Were they discussing the quickest way to get her back to their master? Debating whether or not to kill her themselves and claim to the Dark Lord that it had been an unfortunate accident? Or maybe they were discussing the weather, because who didn’t like to talk about the weather at a time like this?
Hermione noted the intimacy in the way the girl approached him, touching his shoulder, her fingertips trailing lightly over his chest and then to his face, which still remained blocked from view. Then a white hand came from the cloak, slender fingers stroking the girl’s cheek and then raising her chin, tilting her head up. Hermione watched the cloaked figure lean down towards her, appearing to have kissed her. She turned away, feeling almost guilty for witnessing the private moment between her captors, but then her guilt became confusion. How could they possibly be kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other while they dragged the last piece of the puzzle that was Voldemort’s happiness behind them? Didn’t they realize what the Dark Lord would give to have the Mudblood Granger in his possession? Didn’t they see that every moment wasted was less time spent being thanked and praised by their master? Didn’t they realize what they were doing?
Apparently not.
The girl walked back towards her and took her wrist in her iron grip again. She pulled Hermione forward, towards the cloaked man who still stood up ahead. Once they were within a few feet of him, he turned towards the wall and pulled out his wand. He muttered a few unintelligible words and the bricks began to move to the side. Hermione was reminded of the times she would journey to Diagon Alley for her school shopping with Harry and Ron, but she was interrupted by cold hands on her other arm and she was guided into the darkness.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 4 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
CHAPTER 4
The Death Eaters didn’t speak to one another and Hermione almost forgot that the woman and man on either side of her were clearly in some type of relationship. The chilly reception each of them received from the other was enough to make Hermione believe that what she had seen had been only a figment of her imagination. But that all changed when they finally stopped walking.
The girl released Hermione’s arm and Hermione could hear her moving away from them. Then a flickering orange flame lit the wall. Shadows were cast around the stone room in which they stood. The girl moved around the room, lighting the candles that sat in holders on the walls. Once the room was fully aglow in the dim light of the flames, the other hand holding Hermione’s arm released her and approached the girl again. He said something to her, but Hermione couldn’t even see his lips move, much less hear what he said. But the girl removed her cloak, revealing the black dress and black boots beneath. The other man took her cloak from her, his white fingers lingering on hers for much longer than they had to and then they were back, the totally inappropriate romantics who were leading Hermione to her death.
Hermione could feel the presence of the third Death Eater at her back and she knew even thinking about running was a grave mistake. So she did as she was told, walking slowly. “Are you injured?” the girl asked, quickly unfastening Hermione’s cloak and holding it out to her boyfriend, who took it immediately.
“What?” Hermione questioned, confused as she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to shield herself from the cold.
The girl sighed deeply. “Are. You. Hurt.” She raised her eyebrows at Hermione, expecting an answer.
Hermione shook her head. What else could she do? What did they want to know if she was hurt for anyway? Would Voldemort be that disappointed if he wasn’t the one to inflict all the injuries on her?
“Good,” the girl said. “Sit.” She gestured to the plush black sofa that appeared in the center of the room. When Hermione found herself unable to move, the girl folded her arms across her chest. “Sit,” she repeated her voice firm. Hermione sat on the edge of the sofa, her feet tapping on the floor. She heard someone pouring something behind her, liquid splashing into a glass of some sort. Then a small glass was held out to her. Hermione took it slowly, staring down at it. “It’s water,” the girl said slowly. “You know. You drink it.”
Hermione looked up at her. “Yes, I know I drink it. I’m just not sure if I want to be drinking anything that you give me.”
The girl sighed again, a breathy I’m-really-tired-of-your-attitude sigh. “Yes, I can understand that,” the girl said, nodding. “But I assume that you can understand that you really don’t have a choice. So…drink up.”
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 5 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
CHAPTER 5
Hermione shook her head. The girl passed the glass to the other Death Eater, not her boyfriend, but the other who seemed mildly out of place there, like he was just tolerated as an added companion and not necessarily wanted. “Onto introductions then,” the girl said with a faint smile. Hermione stared at her, noting the expression on her face. She was the only one of the three other people in the room to show her face to her. What was it about the other to that made them keep their faces hidden from her while this girl showed her identity to her and was about to introduce herself? They had nothing to fear. The world was at their command, no one would arrest them and put them in Azkaban, why hide their faces when there was nothing anyone could do about it anyway?
“My name,” the girl said, “is Kendra Thallimar.” She spoke slowly, staring into Hermione’s eyes, noting the defiance countered by terror there. “I apologize for the inconvenience, Hermione Granger, but I promise that it will be made up to you.” The longer Hermione heard her speak, the more enchanted she became with her voice. She spoke with such eloquence and politeness it was hard to imagine her as a lowly Death Eater much less a killer with bigoted tendencies towards muggle-borns.
“How?” Hermione demanded. “Are you going to let me go?” She tensed in her seat, wringing her hands. She was sure Kendra could feel the fear rolling off of her in waves.
“Not quite,” Kendra said regretfully. “Soon, but not yet.”
“Then what do you want?” Hermione asked. “Why am I here?”
“Why do you think you’re here?” Kendra asked, tilting her head to the side and examining Hermione’s face.
“I’m not sure anymore,” Hermione replied. “I assumed you were taking me to…You-Know-Who, but seeing as how I’m here and not there, I’m guessing I was wrong.” She wished so badly to be able to say his name, but that could make things worse. She wasn’t sure of the curse that drew out his followers when his name was spoken was still in place, but she wasn’t interested in finding out. Besides, she was already in the company of a few of his followers all ready, but something told her that if she said it things would be made incredibly difficult and not just for her.
Kendra cracked a smile. “Partly. But that was a very good guess. It will all be explained soon enough.” She stood and approached her boyfriend, resting a graceful hand on his shoulder. “But for now, I will only stick to the basics. I would like to introduce you to my companions. I believe you have met before.” Her hand moved in a blur as she pulled down the hood, revealing his face. Hermione gasped, staring into the face of Draco Malfoy.
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 6 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
CHAPTER 6
“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing them again?” Hermione questioned. She involuntarily directed her question to Kendra, wondering why she felt like she was having a somewhat civilized conversation with her.
“I guess you’re just lucky that way,” Malfoy sneered. His comment earned him a glare from Kendra and he abruptly stopped talking, but keeping his arm around her.
“Hermione Granger, we have a proposition for you,” Kendra stated proudly. “I understand your anger towards us. I was less than hospitable to you only moments ago and I do apologize. But Draco and I and…Severus do not have time for pleasantries.” It was odd to hear someone refer to him as Draco with such obvious affection and Hermione found herself wondering how their relationship had come to be. Kendra drew away from him and Draco’s arm tensed visibly in longing as she did. Then Kendra was sitting beside Hermione on the sofa. “You will have to trust us.”
Hermione stared at her, slightly taken aback by her closeness. “That’s too bad then,” she spat. “Because I don’t. And it’s highly unlikely that I ever will.” Hermione noticed the annoyance in Malfoy’s gaze as she spoke. He clucked his tongue loudly and he and Kendra exchanged a meaningful look.
“You bring me down here,” Hermione continued, “give me some cryptic message that I’ll have to trust you and you have a proposition for me. You haven’t even elaborated on that!”
“If you would stop ranting,” Snape put in, “we might be able to tell you why we brought you here.” Kendra shot him a look as well, this one filled with hatred, much different from the one she had sent Malfoy’s way.
Kendra nodded understandingly.
She raised her hand and Hermione’s wand appeared in her fingers. Not speaking, she held the wand out to Hermione. “Kendra,” Malfoy said, warning in his tone.
“She won’t do anything, love,” Kendra assured him, briefly glancing his way before looking to Hermione again. “Because if she did, then I would have to use force against her… and my force is proven to be lethal.” She narrowed her eyes at Hermione, telling her to take her wand. Hermione reached out and snatched it from Kendra’s fingers, more comfortable with it in her hand.
“Now, Hermione Granger,” Kendra said, her voice returning to its light and airy quality. “The proposition we have for you is one that we are very sure you would be interested in. It involves the Dark Lord and what we are doing to stop him.”
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CHAPTER 7
Kendra looked frighteningly serious. Her hands were folded in her lap, her ringed fingers entwined, her head tilted to the side while she looked at her curiously. “Did you hear me?” Kendra asked. “About stopping the Dark Lord?”
Hermione nodded her head slowly. “Um…yes. I heard you. But why? Why do you need my help?”
Malfoy let out an audible sigh that made known exactly how ludicrous he thought the question was, as if she should already know. “Draco, love,” Kendra said softly, looking over at him. “Do you mind?”
Malfoy folded his arms across his chest turning his attention to the flickering flame of one of the torches on the wall. The way he obeyed Kendra was unfamiliar to Hermione. She was so used to seeing him as defiant to everyone with the exception of his father. He didn’t dare to challenge Kendra and he didn’t look like he wanted to. He allowed her to take the reins, as did Snape, who seemed to be doing it for drastically different reasons than Malfoy, whose own reasons were visibly more romantic.
“We need your help, Hermione, because you are the most intelligent witch of your time,” Kendra explained. “And there is one way to ensure that you will not have to be in hiding any longer. It’s not the most appealing situation, not for you anyway, but it is the only way. The only way to ensure that we can do this to utmost effect is for the Dark Lord to believe that you have joined him.”
Noticing Hermione’s appalled expression, Kendra backpedaled furiously. “Of course, we could probably try to do it with you in hiding, but it would be much more simple if you were to do it our way.”
“Wouldn’t it make things worse?” Hermione pointed out. “If I were to do that, wouldn’t he be suspicious if I changed my mind just like that?”
“Doubtful,” Kendra smirked. “He likes to believe he’s intimidating enough to make anyone change their beliefs. We all know that’s happened enough that he won’t question it, not much anyway. And if he does, we have ways, Hermione. You’ll be as safe as we can make you, but there’s no doubt that he will watch you and to watch you is to hinder you for however short a time. But we can work around it and when he begins to trust you, all will go as planned.”
Hermione couldn’t believe he was considering such a thing. She wasn’t even sure she believed what they were saying yet! Kendra went on. “It will be difficult at first, especially when you receive the Dark Mark but –
“Absolutely not!” Hermione exclaimed jumping to her feet. Malfoy moved forward, as if to shield Kendra from an attack he believed was coming, but Kendra held out her hand and he leaned against the wall again. “I will not be branded as one of them. One of you!”
“I’m not sure if I should be offended or not,” Kendra remarked, laughter in her voice.
“Why do you want to stop him anyway?” Hermione demanded, gripping her wand tightly. “You’ve been loyal to him since the moment he regained power!”
Kendra rose up, towering over Hermione in her boots as Malfoy stepped forward again, standing at Kendra’s side. “There have been…recent developments,” he said, “that have led us to question our loyalty.”
Hermione wondered what those recent developments were. What could make them decide to question their allegiance to the most powerful wizard alive? What had happened?
Snape, maybe feeling left out of the ensuing conversation, stepped forward as well. “Besides, Miss Granger, we thought you would be rather interested in learning the fates of the friends you left behind?”
“What friends?” Hermione demanded. “Everyone’s dead!”
Kendra shook her head. “Not all of them. Neville Longbottom is still alive in
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CHAPTER 8
One year. Just one was all they needed to ensure the Dark Lord’s downfall? It had taken Harry nearly seven years and he still had not been able to defeat him in the end. What did they have planned that could possibly go so flawlessly smooth and promise them victory?
“You’ll have a place to stay,” Kendra offered. “We can help you find your own place and get a job even. It won’t be anything compared to the real job you’ll have to do, but it’ll make things seem more normal.”
It was an enticing deal. Who wouldn’t want to sink and drown into an illusion of normalcy with the promise of the illusion becoming reality? Not even Hermione could say no outright. “If I don’t decide to help you, then what will happen?”
Kendra’s face fell. “Well, we can’t just let you go. Someone will have known we have found you by now. If we don’t return with you and offer you up to the Dark Lord or at least tell him of your altered perception of the situation, then we will all suffer. But if we bring you to him by force then you will die. If we do it the way we have it planned then you will live a much longer life.”
Hermione raised her eyebrows noticing the contradictions that Kendra had just spoken. “But you said that there was a way to do it with me still in hiding. You said that!”
“We lied,” Malfoy snapped.
“Sorry,” Kendra said. “It’s a habit. I’m quite good at it though. You need to decide quickly, Hermione. If you do not, we will choose for you and without the promise of your loyalty in exchange for our own the choice we make will result in your death.”
Hermione sorted through her thoughts, feeling their eyes on her. Whatever choice she made, she could die either way. Why not go down fighting, the way both Harry and Ron and countless others had gone?
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CHAPTER 9
Hermione nodded. Kendra’s advice was useless since Voldemort could be just as furious at even the sight of her as hearing her mouth off. She tried to imagine what it would be like to come face to face with the man who took the life of one of her best friends and by whose orders the other had also been killed. Hermione couldn’t picture it. She also couldn’t picture herself as a Death Eater, being branded with the Dark Mark and permanently connected to Voldemort and his followers.
For the rest of the short walk, Kendra no longer spoke. They all had their hoods covering their faces. Hermione wasn’t looking ahead, only down at her feet as they stepped across the cobblestone streets. She would have a hit a very solid brick wall if Kendra hadn’t grabbed her arm and pulled her around a corner, where they faced a wooden door. After Snape muttered a few words that Hermione couldn’t make out, the door swung open and they walked in, Kendra gently pushing Hermione in before her. The door closed behind them.
They were standing in a room, aglow with the flames flickering from a single torch on the right wall. The room was empty except for that lone fireplace. Everything else was cast into darkness. A small pot of Floo powder sat on the floor, awaiting them. Snape went first, bending down to take a handful of powder into his hands. Some sifted through his fingers, falling onto the floor. He stepped into the fireplace, throwing down the powder as he said, “Malfoy Manor.” As he disappeared in a flash of leaping green flames, Hermione turned to Kendra. “That’s where we’re going?” she asked, stiffening instantly. She didn’t want to go there. She didn’t want to be there, in that house, with those people. How did they expect her to be able to stand it? Kendra nodded silently, sensing Hermione’s discomfort. “Draco, you go first,” she said smoothly. “I’ll go after Hermione.”
With a nod, Draco took his own handful of the powder and stepped into the fireplace. His eyes moved over Hermione without expression and he dropped the powder there. He spoke, “Malfoy Manor.”
Hermione didn’t see him disappear in the flames, she was looking at Kendra, who was twisting one of her rings around her finger. “Go on,” Kendra urged. “I’ll be right behind you. Speak clearly, Hermione. And don’t try anything. We can find you.” Hermione slowly approached the pot and raked her fingers through the soft substance before picking up a handful. She stepped into the fireplace, feeling bits of charred wood beneath her shoes. She looked to Kendra, whose arms were folded across her chest, watching her. For a moment, she hesitated. What if Malfoy and Snape didn’t agree with Kendra at all? What if they decided to kill her, quickly while Kendra wasn’t there? What if they had it all planned out? What if this was just a clever, cruel trick to play on a naïve girl before she died? “Go on, Hermione. You’ll be fine.”
Hermione kept her eyes locked on Kendra’s as she dropped the powder at her feet and opened her mouth to speak. “Malfoy Manor.”
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CHAPTER 10
A booming voice sounded as a short, muscular man entered the room dressed in all black, his dark hair sticking up over his head. His mouth was twisted into a scowl, reflecting his irritation. “Bloody h.ell! Where have you been?” he demanded. It took Hermione a moment to recognize his shape as the other man she had seen accompanying Kendra when she had first seen them since neither Snape or Malfoy were short enough to even be mistaken for him. “You go off alone without telling anyone! You leave me alone out there! One might think you were up to something.”
“Careful, Crabbe,” Kendra said as she appeared in the fireplace, quickly throwing off her cloak, which Malfoy put on his arm. “All that thinking can’t be good for you.” She grabbed Hermione’s wrist. Expecting her grip to be just as painful as it had been earlier, she winced, but Kendra pulled her along gently. They moved past the man with ease, heading through a marble archway and down a wide hallway lined with antiques and portraits of the Malfoy ancestors.
They all had the same features. Light blond hair, pale skin and blue eyes. All except one where a slender woman with dark hair and caramel colored skin posed. As Hermione and Kendra got closer to the portrait, moving past it, Hermione realized who it was, Kendra. She wore a long, black, strapless gown, her emerald pendant winking at her chest. Her dark hair hung down her back, pushed back from her forehead with a thin headband encrusted with diamonds. There was a secretive smirk on her pretty face. Her fingers were all covered with the same rings she wore at that moment as she held a single red rose in her hands. The Dark Mark was visible on her right forearm. But amidst the gleaming silver rings with various inscriptions and jewels embedded in them, there was one that Hermione recognized immediately as an engagement ring. The diamond sitting on the platinum band was beautiful with the most impeccable cut she had ever seen. It took Hermione a moment to realize the significance and what it meant, Kendra and Malfoy were engaged.
The portrait of her there in that hallway with the other Malfoys signified another reigning Malfoy wife to take the place of the widowed Narcissa. Another wife of one of Voldemort's most trusted servants. Why would they want to give up that stability and shield of safety, the assurance that they would be taken care of for the rest of their lives as long as their loyalty to the Dark Lord remained intact?
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CHAPTER 11
“He will be,” Kendra told her. “No worries. As long as you show him respect and do not anger him, you’ll be left alone and allowed to join us…possibly.”
Hermione nodded. Kendra reached out, her graceful fingers wrapping around the handles. She turned them as she pushed the doors open. Before them was a wide open space with floor-to-ceiling windows and a skylight that filtered in a pale shaft of moonlight that lit up the marble floor. Out the windows, Hermione could see a burbling fountain and plants scattered about a majestic garden. There were a few plush sofas and chairs around, but that was the extent of the furniture. Hermione looked up and saw white candles floating in the air, as similar candles had been in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. “Where is he?” Hermione asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking as she tore her eyes away from the candles and looked to Kendra.
“He’s coming,” Kendra assured her. “No one’s supposed to come in here unless they need him. Just give it some time.”
Hermione’s eyes followed Kendra as she sat down in a plush black chair, crossing her legs and tossing her dark hair off of her face. Then a small smile appeared on Kendra’s face and she bowed her head slightly. “Ah, my lord. I have brought someone here to see you.”
Slowly Hermione turned, feeling her body become overcome with terror. Looking upon Voldemort’s face was torture. His pale skin, sunken eyes and distorted facial expressions were enough to make her forget that over fifty years ago, Voldemort had been an exceptionally attractive individual. Oh how times changed. Voldemort’s face twisted into a smile and Hermione felt herself beginning to step back away from him and regret ever having agreed to this in the first place. She should have run, have tried to get away, but instead she’d come willingly into the lion’s den, offering herself up as his prey.
Hermione heard Kendra stand and heard her boots clacking on the marble floor, which had to be on purpose since Kendra hadn’t made any such sounds when they came in or even looked possible of making them at all. She stood beside Hermione, her head up and gaze focused. “She would like to join you, my lord. It seems she has come to her senses.”
“Or lost them,” Voldemort hissed, gliding towards them. He was a tall man, an imposing, dangerous figure that threatened to rip Hermione apart. “What makes you think, Mudblood, that I would be interested in your loyalty?”
Kendra’s gaze didn’t waver. She did not look at Hermione to see if she would attempt to speak for herself, but her enchanting voice took over explaining to Voldemort how they had come across Hermione in town. It was all lies, what Kendra said and Hermione realized that Kendra had been right earlie. She really was quite the liar. Her methods of deception were so remarkable that Hermione felt herself beginning to believe Kendra’s story of Hermione approaching them of all things while they were on the patrol.
“You shouldn’t underestimate yourself, my lord,” Kendra told him. “Your influence can make even a Mudblood despise their own kind. We’ve seen it before.”
“Yes, Kendra, we have,” Voldemort mused. He was closer now, only inches separated him from Kendra and Hermione. “But her. Have you forgotten already, Mudblood, how I slaughtered your friends in that school of yours? How I murdered your parents right before your eyes? Have you honestly forgotten all of that and now wish to join my ranks?” He laughed. It was a low, rasping laugh filled with all the amusement he felt for seeing the person with all the reasons to hate him in the world standing before him, asking to be one of them.
Hermione hadn’t forgotten. She would never be able to forget that. She could still see her mother’s face as a the Cruciatus Curse was cast on her father, with him writhing in pain on the floor of their living room while her mother was killed much faster with the Killing Curse. There was nothing Hermione could have done. But that was a lie. She could have stayed away. She knew she shouldn’t have returned to her family’s home, but she was so selfish, so eager to have what she left behind back within her grasp that she went against common sense and caused their deaths.
“My lord,” Kendra put in. “She will have to prove her loyalty of course. And she will be watched. Closely. Draco and I will do it personally.”
Voldemort’s cold gaze floated over Kendra as he thought silently. He waited for such a long time to reply, that Hermione thought she had already failed, he would kill her and Kendra and Malfoy and Snape would have to find someone else to replace her. But then Voldemort spoke. “If she shows any sign of betrayal, you bring her to
“Yes, my lord,” Kendra said.
“Leave me,” Voldemort ordered. “And tell Wood I wish to speak with him.”
