Sunday, May 25, 2008
Continue Story (I copy and paste from internet) - Chapter 9 - 'DRACO, LOVE'
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.”
# posted by Sek Koon @ 6:58 AM 
