What If
Prologue:
Draco Malfoy walked in to the Leaky Cauldron attracting much attention as usual. How could he not? He was one of the most powerful death eaters and probably ranked behind Voldemort himself. Everybody feared him, and yet no one, no one ever had the nerve to ever accuse him of such, fearing to have a punishment more dreadful than death.
Clutching a silver locket in his pocket, he walked over to the bar.
"Ahh, Master Malfoy now what can I do for you today?" asked Tom the innkeeper.
"Funny, you should ask that. I would just like to question, if my father has come here recently…" he trailed off; said Draco with a serious lack of enthusiasm in his voice.
"As a matter of fact, yes. He wanted me to tell you to meet him in the twenty third room when you get here."
"Why, er…Thank You," Draco said, leaving the innkeeper bewildered.
"Did Draco Malfoy just say 'Thank You?" he said to no one in particular.
'I wonder why father would prefer to meet in a place like this, I thought Voldemort has said specifically to keep low profile' he thought as he approached room in the dark empty hallway. Draco took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"Draco, my son, come in." came Lucius Malfoy's lazy drawl.
Draco leaned towards the door and twisted the knob of the room, sadistically let himself inside.
"You wanted to see me father?" he said carelessly, not even bothering to look at Lucius.
"Yes, I would like to make sure that the plan goes exactly as it was planned," said Lucius firmly.
"Father we have been over this almost a thousand times, and besides—" as Draco spoke, he was cut off by a gust of pain that shot through his body; Lucius had taken his wand out and directed it to his son as mortified, Draco lay helpless on the floor. Apparently he had taken Draco's carelessness as an oversight done un to him.
"I, am your father. And I will not be questioned! Do you understand me?!" boomed Lucius' voice through the room.
"Y-yes," sputtered Draco in pain.
"What did you say? Crucio!" said Lucius, clearly not contented.
"Y-yes Father," Draco said as the pain worsened. All the agony had seemed to stop right after he had said it, yet all his power seemed to have been drained out of him even after the pain had stopped. Lucius directed his wand away from Draco and put it in his pocket.
"I am only making sure my son. I had raised you, to take my place, in the circle of the dark lord. Which, will take his place in due time. Yet for now, I will not be seen as a failure in his eyes, and you will not, WILL NOT, be the reason of his downfall. Is that understood?"
With out hesitation, Draco nodded his head and though draining almost all of the power he had left, he stood up matching the height of his father.
"Now, the plans will succeed and you will make sure of that, won't you?"
"Yes father, I will"
"Excellent," was Lucius' last word. In seconds, he appeared out of sight, leaving Draco in the room, alone. Once again.
~*~
"Keep still will you!" screeched Hermione's voice as she spilled a purple liquid on the carpet due to Ron's constant poignant motion.
"It damn hurts!" he said, still complaining like a little kid, looking at his bleeding shoulder and the oozing purple liquid.
"Maybe if you kept still for a minute it would be 'much' easier," said Harry as his jolly head showed up in the doorway.
"Oh Harry, would you mind knocking some sense in to Ron?" said Hermione sarcastically as she received a glare from Ron.
"Oh that's very much easy for you to say, you didn't get pummeled by a bungling deatheater!"
"Why the hell did you still have to take on Goyle when he's thrice your size?" said Harry as he came closer to the two.
"The bloody git needed a lesson," said Ron triumphantly.
"I'm sure he did, now KEEP STILL!" screamed Hermione once again as she dabbed a piece of cloth on Ron's wound on his right shoulder, which he had gotten by being sat on by Goyle as he performed the Crutacious curse on him. They were at a raid in the Le fou Mimeux castle in Paris, where they believed the deatheaters were hiding. Although they caught many known deatheaters, the dark lord, as well as his right hand man Draco Malfoy was now where to be seen, Voldemort was most likely teleported they thought, and Draco Malfoy was probably with him.
"What an idiot" Hermione wanted to say at the time, "A deatheater trained with dark curses which only secret weapon is his weight," Hermione thought with a smirk.
"Your remembering how it happened again aren't you?" said Ron suspiciously as he eyed Hermione, noticing her grin (spread widely along her face.).
"As a matter of fact I am,"
"Well stop already, and don't even think of spreading this at the ministry." Ron said firmly.
"Oh, I won't. Now get your robes on it's done."
"Um…thanks Mione," said Ron putting on a puppy dog face.
"Yeah, yeah your welcome, just fix your face you look horrible," she said half smiling as she left the room, leaving Ron behind his mouth hanging open as if he still wanted to say something.
~~*
Draco was standing in front of the castle of Le fou Mimeux, where he had heard that many of the deatheaters were captured by the aurors. Potter. He thought with lust, as if he would want to kill Harry right then and there. Of course he wasn't there to get caught with the lot, because then, he was with his father, and although he was being cursed at that time, for the first time; he was thankful for it.
He stepped towards the gate and pushed it open angrily, colliding with a great oak at the side of the entrance. Leaves fell down consecutively as Draco strode towards the castle; his black cape flying in the wind. He reached the door of the castle and pushed the large handle forward. Letting himself in, without even closing the door behind him, he surveyed the main hall. It was the same, still the same old dusty castle, built to suit the taste of a typical deatheater. The fireplace was dull, without a flame and with nothing but ashes. The large picture of Salazar Slytherin above it was dusty also, but seemed to have never lost the expression of lust in its eyes. And what he heard was unchanged as well; silence. Total silence.
Then he looked at the staircase leading up to the second floor. He took no hesitation to go up further in to the castle. He found the room in the north wing, the room he was sleeping in when he visited the castle with his father. Twisting the brass lock he pushed the door open, revealing a pleasing sight. This, in Draco's opinion was the only room in the castle which was worth living in, for it was the cleanest and most attractive. It was furnished with the finest furniture and was decorated with a silver theme.
Draco went over to his four poster bed and pulled the satin curtains open, laying down on the soft cushion without even bothering to take off his black leather boots. He closed his eyes, and for as moment was a look of serenity on his face. 'For a moment' because after that was an evil smirk. 'How moronic Potter had been for not having found this room' he thought. He placed his hand on the bed to get up but then felt something unlike the texture of his sheet. It was something smooth and silky. Draco opened his eyes and sat up at the same time to see what he was feeling. He saw it to be a silvery cloak. 'An invisibility cloak', he thought as he recognized it. Who's was it, he hadn't remembered ever bringing one there for he never needed it, as he could always apparate; and though he had an invisibility cloak, it was in the Malfoy Manor…hidden. He finally wondered if anyone had entered his room, an auror perhaps? No never, if ever an auror would find his room, he would definitely mess it up, thinking to find some top secret files or things that would help in the downfall of the Dark Lord. But no, it was in perfect condition when he had found it. Then who?
~~*
Hermione stood at the gates of the castle, sighing with little relief. Thanking that Harry and Ron had finally let her on her own, though they were insistent of accompanying her just to find her invisibility cloak, which she had been sure that she had left in one of the rooms. One in particular, which she could not bear to destroy, one which had been furnished so differently from the others. A room that probably belonged to someone who had a peaceful personality. Ah heck, what was she thinking? All people that have ever lived there were deatheaters, with no heart at all, and did not hesitate to kill.
Hermione let go of her thoughts and entered the gates. They were open, and she wondered why, had anyone been there? She thought. No, it was impossible. She walked towards the main door which was open as well. Now her suspicions were stronger than ever, and if there was anyone, she would be sure to find who ever it was, because she was a trained auror and ready to strike at any time.
She walked towards the staircase and started to climb it. She kept a firm grip of her wand in her pocket as she took every step. At the top of the stairs, she turned towards the north wing towards the room where she had left her cloak and walked in its direction.
~~*
Draco looked at the cloak and examined it once more. Suddenly he heard footsteps echoing in the hallway right outside his room. He put on the cloak quickly and went to the back of the door awaiting whoever had intruded in the castle. Keeping his position as the lock twisted open and let in a brown haired figure.
~~*
Hermione looked around the room as she tried to remember where she had put her cloak. Suddenly she felt herself being pushed over and pinned to the bed by something. She was now being held down on the bed by something she didn't know.
"Who are you? LET GO OF ME NOW!" she screeched. Surprisingly the force on her was lighter and gentler.
"Mudblood," came the reply. Now something was clear to Hermione, as the force on her disappeared. She recognized the oily voice of the person.
"Malfoy, what the hell do you think your doing?" she said. Draco pulled the cloak off him and threw it on the bed where Hermione was laying.
"I have the right to do anything I wish, and I have more right to be here than you will ever have mudblood" he said.
"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"What? Can't speak straight mudblood?" Draco said as he slid in to the bed next to Hermione looking at her face, full of disgust and lust, hidden by innocence. "Come on, you think I don't know you're an auror? Why don't you take me on right now and turn me over to the ministry?"
Hermione pushed herself towards the edge of the bed, away from Malfoy. "Maybe I will, get away from me!" she exclaimed as she stood up and rushed for the door. As she was ready to turn the knob, Malfoy stood tall in front of her blocking her way.
"What do you want from me Malfoy? Just let me leave, I won't give you to them. I won't tell them where you are. Just let me GO!"
"You came here for your cloak, now aren't you going to get it, It's on the bed right there" he said pointing to the bed. Hermione walked slowly towards the bed and grabbed her cloak.
"Now mudblood," said Draco as Hermione hugged the cloak to her chest. "How can I be so sure that you will not tell on me? Oh and even it you tell them, I will be long gone from here when you get one word out of your mouth," he said evilly with that malevolent smirk to match.
"I will not… tell them. I promise. Now please let me go Malfoy." she pleaded not letting him out of her sight, incase he might try something.
"I'll let you go Mudblood. In time." He said approaching her scaring her more. Hermione backed up stepping to the back with each step he took towards her.
"W-what do you mean?" she said fear in her eyes still backing up and without her noticing, she was moving back towards the balcony, towards a painful death.
"I give meaning to every word I say, now be careful or you might—" he was cut off by Hermione's screech. She had not noticed that she was walking towards a balcony, and was now hanging on for dear life. She had her hand holding the bricks of the terrace. Suddenly, like the wind was Malfoy holding her back and her hand struggling to pull her up.
"Be careful, If you fall I promise you that it will not be a piece of cake,"
Hermione glanced below her. There were bamboo poles cut to the end and sticking out from the ground. One was inches from her foot and if she were to fall she would be skewered and would surely die.
"Hang on Mudblood," said Malfoy as he felt to be loosing grip. Hemrione felt that she was going to fall, but suddenly as Malfoy got hold of her once more she tightened grip on his hand. She looked down at her leg, it had been stinging as if it had been scratched on something hard. It was, it was scratched by the sharp end of one of the poles and was now dripping blood.
"Just drop me if you plan on calling me that for the next hour if you save me." she said behind his words, surprised; feeling that she was getting pulled up. Malfoy then pulled on her hand and brought her up to the balcony. There was a loud thud as their bodies fell on to the cold floor of the balcony.
"I saved you, and I'm not sure if I could stop doing that" he said as he let her on her feet. Hermione suddenly collapsed in pain as her leg bled further. Draco sat down beside her and reached to reveal the injury. He saw her bleeding leg and took something out of his pocket. It was a handkerchief. He put it on her leg to stop the bleeding. She flinched slightly at his actions.
"Hold it there," he said as he stood to carry her up. He lay her on his bed as she started to relax. Malfoy went over to the fireplace and whispered the spell "Lacardum Inflamore" and he dropped powder in the blazing hearth.
"Mother, are you there?" said Draco.
In seconds, Narcissa Malfoy's head appeared in the flames.
"What is it my son?" she said in a soothing voice.
"I need a nursing house-elf now, Mother send one now."
"I'm sorry dearest, but I'm in your father's study, the nursing house elves are treating Vincent in the hospital room. I'll be able to get there though, is it bad?"
"Not that bad mother, hurry up." Hermione was amazed at Draco. How could he talk like that to his own mother? It was totally out of respect.
Momentarily, Narcissa Malfoy showed up in the room right beside Draco's bed.
Draco looked at her with an expression of thanking her, but it seemed that he could not get any words out of his mouth.
"Now you can thank me later," said Mrs. Malfoy she examined Hermione's injury. Hermione groaned in pain.
"I may not be a house witch, but this should be nothing." Declared Mrs. Malfoy as she reached in to the bag that she had brought. It was a bottle of the purple liquid that Hermione recognized of what she had used to clean Ron's injury the night before. Mrs. Malfoy dabbed a little on the handkerchief that Draco had given to her and rubbed it lightly on her injury.
"Now, isn't that better?" she asked Hermione.
"Much, thank you," she replied in gratitude. Narcissa Malfoy turned to her son.
"Draco, what are you doing here? You know how aurors are; tend not to be contented at the first raid. You might get captured," she said. Hemrione could feel Draco's eyes on her at what his mother had said. She quickly looked at him.
"I was just checking on my room mother, to see if they had taken anything," he said redirecting his glance to Mrs. Malfoy.
"Oh now, you haven't introduced me to your friend Draco," said Narcissa looking at Hermione at the same time.
"She is Ms. Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is my mother Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy." Said Draco. Hemrione was quite surprised at his cordial introduction and smiled a bit.
"It's a pleasure," she said to Mrs. Malfoy.
"I'm very sure dear, now, I must insist that we go back to the manor, it is not good for you to stay here, considering your injury." Hermione nodded and forced herself up.
"No dear, Draco will be glad to carry you," said Mrs. Malfoy with a look to her son.
"Of course," Draco said in hesitant voice. He motioned over to Hermione and put his hand to her back as Narcissa Malfoy poured Floo powder in to the fire.
"Hell," he whispered, soft enough but still audible by Hermione.
"You could have just let me die you know," she said back to him.
"It wouldn't be damn right,"
"What is?" she asked.
"…"
"Are you two coming or not?" said an impatient Mrs. Malfoy waiting at the fire. Draco shrugged silently and motioned towards the fire.
"Now you go first, hurry now."
"Malfoy Manor," said Draco with Hermione in his arms.
Hermione felt like the world was spinning for a moment, and with her eyed closed she couldn't tell where they were. When the dizzy sensation in her head stopped she flickered her eyes open and found herself in a cozy room still in Draco's arms.
"I'm getting tired, mind if I put you down?" he said in a soft voice.
"Sure," she said, as she was being laid down on a red couch. At the same time, Mrs Malfoy showed up in the fireplace.
"Oh, I'm filthy. I have better get to the bathing chambers. Draco, if Hermione plans to stay show her to the seventeenth guest room, I'm sure its clear at these moments." said Mrs. Malfoy, she smiled at the two and exited the room. Once she was out of site, Draco broke the silence.
"So, if you want to go back to your friends when that heals just get some floo powder by any fireplace in this house, there's always some atop any." Draco said carelessly. Hermione looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face.
"How could your mother let me stay here? I mean, I'm an auror and a danger to you."
"Oh, she knows that. She just can tell that you are someone that can be trusted," he said twirling his wand blithely.
"If you knew I could be trusted in the first place, why dint you let me go?"
"I tried to say I was damn kidding but you had to fall off the balcony."
"It wasn't my fault, you scared me"
"And should you have been scared? I thought you're a fearless auror," said Malfoy slightly mocking Hermione, who could no longer hid her temper and attempted to strike Malfoy right there. She stood from the couch but immediately lost her balance. Before she knew it, she was hurrying to meet the ground. Hermione closed her eyes preparing for the worse. Right before she was sure to hit the ground, she felt strong arms around her waist and although she did not like it, she opened her eyes and met stormy gray ones, Malfoy had caught her. And saved her…for the second time.
"Do you really want to die?" he asked her in a soft voice. She didn't say anything but let him carry her in his arms again. He started to carry her out the door.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked as they were in the halls.
"To a room, you have to change your robes. Their soaked in blood if you didn't notice."
"By my self?" she said.
"Of course not, I'll send a house elf there, I'm sure mother always stores robes in there," said Draco not even bothering to look at her as he spoke.
Hermione just looked at him in silence as he took her up the enormous stairs leading up to the third floor then they started walking in a large hallway, which was getting darker by the second.
"Where are we?" asked Hermione as it got darker and Draco stopped walking.
"Le Çiean wing," came his response as Hemrione felt that he was grabbing something out of his pocket.
"Lumos," she whispered illuminating the way. They were in front of a great door. Hermione surveyed it further but could not find any knob or lock that might open it. "How do we open this?"
"Can you stand?" he asked.
"As long as you hold me, and not worry about getting mudblood filth on you," she said as Draco let her down and she held his shoulder for support.
Draco then got out something that he was holding from his pocket. It was a round silver pendant swinging from a silver chain as Hermione could see it.
"What is that?" she asked curious.
"Just watch," said Draco as he positioned the pendant on the side of the door. Hemrione could see now that it fit perfectly in a space on the door. Draco then pushed the pendant in and twisted it, until the door forced open and reveled a splendid sight. A room, delicately decorated in silver and black, with beautifully furnished furniture shinning silver. Hermione was amazed, even the four-poster bed was beautiful. Inviting, as it may seem.
"Are you sure this is a guest room? It looks like your manor's finest—"
"Its' not, my mother forbids entry of this room actually and that's why I kept you here." Said Draco carelessly as he walked towards the bed to let Hermione down on it.
"And why would you keep me in a forbidden place, no less this," Hermione looked around the grandly decorated room. "Such a beautiful one. And if you plan to seclude me, why didn't you keep me in the dungeons?" Hermione asked suspiciously, suspiciously eyeing Draco Malfoy.
"Granger, Granger, I keep you here, not as a prisoner, but as a guest. I have faulted you, and I am merely making it up."
"Making it up? Since when do you make up to a mudblood?"
"Don't test my patience Hermione, and stop being so inquisitive Granger I already know that you're a know-it-all." He said standing up to leave. "I'll send the nursing elf up, rest yourself as you wait."
"Fine," she said, slightly annoyed. Draco went out the door and closed it behind him. What mess had Hemrione gotten herself in this time?
A/n: Ohh, that really let out some heat. I'm really so enthusiastic about writing but I cant put all my ideas in to 'Eternal Promise' all at once oh well, I hope you like how this is picking up, There will be another chapter and expect slashy themes. Ron and Herm, and Draco's child. Mwahahahahahahahahaha. Ohhhhh that was good.
Prologue:
Draco Malfoy walked in to the Leaky Cauldron attracting much attention as usual. How could he not? He was one of the most powerful death eaters and probably ranked behind Voldemort himself. Everybody feared him, and yet no one, no one ever had the nerve to ever accuse him of such, fearing to have a punishment more dreadful than death.
Clutching a silver locket in his pocket, he walked over to the bar.
"Ahh, Master Malfoy now what can I do for you today?" asked Tom the innkeeper.
"Funny, you should ask that. I would just like to question, if my father has come here recently…" he trailed off; said Draco with a serious lack of enthusiasm in his voice.
"As a matter of fact, yes. He wanted me to tell you to meet him in the twenty third room when you get here."
"Why, er…Thank You," Draco said, leaving the innkeeper bewildered.
"Did Draco Malfoy just say 'Thank You?" he said to no one in particular.
'I wonder why father would prefer to meet in a place like this, I thought Voldemort has said specifically to keep low profile' he thought as he approached room in the dark empty hallway. Draco took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"Draco, my son, come in." came Lucius Malfoy's lazy drawl.
Draco leaned towards the door and twisted the knob of the room, sadistically let himself inside.
"You wanted to see me father?" he said carelessly, not even bothering to look at Lucius.
"Yes, I would like to make sure that the plan goes exactly as it was planned," said Lucius firmly.
"Father we have been over this almost a thousand times, and besides—" as Draco spoke, he was cut off by a gust of pain that shot through his body; Lucius had taken his wand out and directed it to his son as mortified, Draco lay helpless on the floor. Apparently he had taken Draco's carelessness as an oversight done un to him.
"I, am your father. And I will not be questioned! Do you understand me?!" boomed Lucius' voice through the room.
"Y-yes," sputtered Draco in pain.
"What did you say? Crucio!" said Lucius, clearly not contented.
"Y-yes Father," Draco said as the pain worsened. All the agony had seemed to stop right after he had said it, yet all his power seemed to have been drained out of him even after the pain had stopped. Lucius directed his wand away from Draco and put it in his pocket.
"I am only making sure my son. I had raised you, to take my place, in the circle of the dark lord. Which, will take his place in due time. Yet for now, I will not be seen as a failure in his eyes, and you will not, WILL NOT, be the reason of his downfall. Is that understood?"
With out hesitation, Draco nodded his head and though draining almost all of the power he had left, he stood up matching the height of his father.
"Now, the plans will succeed and you will make sure of that, won't you?"
"Yes father, I will"
"Excellent," was Lucius' last word. In seconds, he appeared out of sight, leaving Draco in the room, alone. Once again.
~*~
"Keep still will you!" screeched Hermione's voice as she spilled a purple liquid on the carpet due to Ron's constant poignant motion.
"It damn hurts!" he said, still complaining like a little kid, looking at his bleeding shoulder and the oozing purple liquid.
"Maybe if you kept still for a minute it would be 'much' easier," said Harry as his jolly head showed up in the doorway.
"Oh Harry, would you mind knocking some sense in to Ron?" said Hermione sarcastically as she received a glare from Ron.
"Oh that's very much easy for you to say, you didn't get pummeled by a bungling deatheater!"
"Why the hell did you still have to take on Goyle when he's thrice your size?" said Harry as he came closer to the two.
"The bloody git needed a lesson," said Ron triumphantly.
"I'm sure he did, now KEEP STILL!" screamed Hermione once again as she dabbed a piece of cloth on Ron's wound on his right shoulder, which he had gotten by being sat on by Goyle as he performed the Crutacious curse on him. They were at a raid in the Le fou Mimeux castle in Paris, where they believed the deatheaters were hiding. Although they caught many known deatheaters, the dark lord, as well as his right hand man Draco Malfoy was now where to be seen, Voldemort was most likely teleported they thought, and Draco Malfoy was probably with him.
"What an idiot" Hermione wanted to say at the time, "A deatheater trained with dark curses which only secret weapon is his weight," Hermione thought with a smirk.
"Your remembering how it happened again aren't you?" said Ron suspiciously as he eyed Hermione, noticing her grin (spread widely along her face.).
"As a matter of fact I am,"
"Well stop already, and don't even think of spreading this at the ministry." Ron said firmly.
"Oh, I won't. Now get your robes on it's done."
"Um…thanks Mione," said Ron putting on a puppy dog face.
"Yeah, yeah your welcome, just fix your face you look horrible," she said half smiling as she left the room, leaving Ron behind his mouth hanging open as if he still wanted to say something.
~~*
Draco was standing in front of the castle of Le fou Mimeux, where he had heard that many of the deatheaters were captured by the aurors. Potter. He thought with lust, as if he would want to kill Harry right then and there. Of course he wasn't there to get caught with the lot, because then, he was with his father, and although he was being cursed at that time, for the first time; he was thankful for it.
He stepped towards the gate and pushed it open angrily, colliding with a great oak at the side of the entrance. Leaves fell down consecutively as Draco strode towards the castle; his black cape flying in the wind. He reached the door of the castle and pushed the large handle forward. Letting himself in, without even closing the door behind him, he surveyed the main hall. It was the same, still the same old dusty castle, built to suit the taste of a typical deatheater. The fireplace was dull, without a flame and with nothing but ashes. The large picture of Salazar Slytherin above it was dusty also, but seemed to have never lost the expression of lust in its eyes. And what he heard was unchanged as well; silence. Total silence.
Then he looked at the staircase leading up to the second floor. He took no hesitation to go up further in to the castle. He found the room in the north wing, the room he was sleeping in when he visited the castle with his father. Twisting the brass lock he pushed the door open, revealing a pleasing sight. This, in Draco's opinion was the only room in the castle which was worth living in, for it was the cleanest and most attractive. It was furnished with the finest furniture and was decorated with a silver theme.
Draco went over to his four poster bed and pulled the satin curtains open, laying down on the soft cushion without even bothering to take off his black leather boots. He closed his eyes, and for as moment was a look of serenity on his face. 'For a moment' because after that was an evil smirk. 'How moronic Potter had been for not having found this room' he thought. He placed his hand on the bed to get up but then felt something unlike the texture of his sheet. It was something smooth and silky. Draco opened his eyes and sat up at the same time to see what he was feeling. He saw it to be a silvery cloak. 'An invisibility cloak', he thought as he recognized it. Who's was it, he hadn't remembered ever bringing one there for he never needed it, as he could always apparate; and though he had an invisibility cloak, it was in the Malfoy Manor…hidden. He finally wondered if anyone had entered his room, an auror perhaps? No never, if ever an auror would find his room, he would definitely mess it up, thinking to find some top secret files or things that would help in the downfall of the Dark Lord. But no, it was in perfect condition when he had found it. Then who?
~~*
Hermione stood at the gates of the castle, sighing with little relief. Thanking that Harry and Ron had finally let her on her own, though they were insistent of accompanying her just to find her invisibility cloak, which she had been sure that she had left in one of the rooms. One in particular, which she could not bear to destroy, one which had been furnished so differently from the others. A room that probably belonged to someone who had a peaceful personality. Ah heck, what was she thinking? All people that have ever lived there were deatheaters, with no heart at all, and did not hesitate to kill.
Hermione let go of her thoughts and entered the gates. They were open, and she wondered why, had anyone been there? She thought. No, it was impossible. She walked towards the main door which was open as well. Now her suspicions were stronger than ever, and if there was anyone, she would be sure to find who ever it was, because she was a trained auror and ready to strike at any time.
She walked towards the staircase and started to climb it. She kept a firm grip of her wand in her pocket as she took every step. At the top of the stairs, she turned towards the north wing towards the room where she had left her cloak and walked in its direction.
~~*
Draco looked at the cloak and examined it once more. Suddenly he heard footsteps echoing in the hallway right outside his room. He put on the cloak quickly and went to the back of the door awaiting whoever had intruded in the castle. Keeping his position as the lock twisted open and let in a brown haired figure.
~~*
Hermione looked around the room as she tried to remember where she had put her cloak. Suddenly she felt herself being pushed over and pinned to the bed by something. She was now being held down on the bed by something she didn't know.
"Who are you? LET GO OF ME NOW!" she screeched. Surprisingly the force on her was lighter and gentler.
"Mudblood," came the reply. Now something was clear to Hermione, as the force on her disappeared. She recognized the oily voice of the person.
"Malfoy, what the hell do you think your doing?" she said. Draco pulled the cloak off him and threw it on the bed where Hermione was laying.
"I have the right to do anything I wish, and I have more right to be here than you will ever have mudblood" he said.
"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"What? Can't speak straight mudblood?" Draco said as he slid in to the bed next to Hermione looking at her face, full of disgust and lust, hidden by innocence. "Come on, you think I don't know you're an auror? Why don't you take me on right now and turn me over to the ministry?"
Hermione pushed herself towards the edge of the bed, away from Malfoy. "Maybe I will, get away from me!" she exclaimed as she stood up and rushed for the door. As she was ready to turn the knob, Malfoy stood tall in front of her blocking her way.
"What do you want from me Malfoy? Just let me leave, I won't give you to them. I won't tell them where you are. Just let me GO!"
"You came here for your cloak, now aren't you going to get it, It's on the bed right there" he said pointing to the bed. Hermione walked slowly towards the bed and grabbed her cloak.
"Now mudblood," said Draco as Hermione hugged the cloak to her chest. "How can I be so sure that you will not tell on me? Oh and even it you tell them, I will be long gone from here when you get one word out of your mouth," he said evilly with that malevolent smirk to match.
"I will not… tell them. I promise. Now please let me go Malfoy." she pleaded not letting him out of her sight, incase he might try something.
"I'll let you go Mudblood. In time." He said approaching her scaring her more. Hermione backed up stepping to the back with each step he took towards her.
"W-what do you mean?" she said fear in her eyes still backing up and without her noticing, she was moving back towards the balcony, towards a painful death.
"I give meaning to every word I say, now be careful or you might—" he was cut off by Hermione's screech. She had not noticed that she was walking towards a balcony, and was now hanging on for dear life. She had her hand holding the bricks of the terrace. Suddenly, like the wind was Malfoy holding her back and her hand struggling to pull her up.
"Be careful, If you fall I promise you that it will not be a piece of cake,"
Hermione glanced below her. There were bamboo poles cut to the end and sticking out from the ground. One was inches from her foot and if she were to fall she would be skewered and would surely die.
"Hang on Mudblood," said Malfoy as he felt to be loosing grip. Hemrione felt that she was going to fall, but suddenly as Malfoy got hold of her once more she tightened grip on his hand. She looked down at her leg, it had been stinging as if it had been scratched on something hard. It was, it was scratched by the sharp end of one of the poles and was now dripping blood.
"Just drop me if you plan on calling me that for the next hour if you save me." she said behind his words, surprised; feeling that she was getting pulled up. Malfoy then pulled on her hand and brought her up to the balcony. There was a loud thud as their bodies fell on to the cold floor of the balcony.
"I saved you, and I'm not sure if I could stop doing that" he said as he let her on her feet. Hermione suddenly collapsed in pain as her leg bled further. Draco sat down beside her and reached to reveal the injury. He saw her bleeding leg and took something out of his pocket. It was a handkerchief. He put it on her leg to stop the bleeding. She flinched slightly at his actions.
"Hold it there," he said as he stood to carry her up. He lay her on his bed as she started to relax. Malfoy went over to the fireplace and whispered the spell "Lacardum Inflamore" and he dropped powder in the blazing hearth.
"Mother, are you there?" said Draco.
In seconds, Narcissa Malfoy's head appeared in the flames.
"What is it my son?" she said in a soothing voice.
"I need a nursing house-elf now, Mother send one now."
"I'm sorry dearest, but I'm in your father's study, the nursing house elves are treating Vincent in the hospital room. I'll be able to get there though, is it bad?"
"Not that bad mother, hurry up." Hermione was amazed at Draco. How could he talk like that to his own mother? It was totally out of respect.
Momentarily, Narcissa Malfoy showed up in the room right beside Draco's bed.
Draco looked at her with an expression of thanking her, but it seemed that he could not get any words out of his mouth.
"Now you can thank me later," said Mrs. Malfoy she examined Hermione's injury. Hermione groaned in pain.
"I may not be a house witch, but this should be nothing." Declared Mrs. Malfoy as she reached in to the bag that she had brought. It was a bottle of the purple liquid that Hermione recognized of what she had used to clean Ron's injury the night before. Mrs. Malfoy dabbed a little on the handkerchief that Draco had given to her and rubbed it lightly on her injury.
"Now, isn't that better?" she asked Hermione.
"Much, thank you," she replied in gratitude. Narcissa Malfoy turned to her son.
"Draco, what are you doing here? You know how aurors are; tend not to be contented at the first raid. You might get captured," she said. Hemrione could feel Draco's eyes on her at what his mother had said. She quickly looked at him.
"I was just checking on my room mother, to see if they had taken anything," he said redirecting his glance to Mrs. Malfoy.
"Oh now, you haven't introduced me to your friend Draco," said Narcissa looking at Hermione at the same time.
"She is Ms. Hermione Granger. Hermione, this is my mother Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy." Said Draco. Hemrione was quite surprised at his cordial introduction and smiled a bit.
"It's a pleasure," she said to Mrs. Malfoy.
"I'm very sure dear, now, I must insist that we go back to the manor, it is not good for you to stay here, considering your injury." Hermione nodded and forced herself up.
"No dear, Draco will be glad to carry you," said Mrs. Malfoy with a look to her son.
"Of course," Draco said in hesitant voice. He motioned over to Hermione and put his hand to her back as Narcissa Malfoy poured Floo powder in to the fire.
"Hell," he whispered, soft enough but still audible by Hermione.
"You could have just let me die you know," she said back to him.
"It wouldn't be damn right,"
"What is?" she asked.
"…"
"Are you two coming or not?" said an impatient Mrs. Malfoy waiting at the fire. Draco shrugged silently and motioned towards the fire.
"Now you go first, hurry now."
"Malfoy Manor," said Draco with Hermione in his arms.
Hermione felt like the world was spinning for a moment, and with her eyed closed she couldn't tell where they were. When the dizzy sensation in her head stopped she flickered her eyes open and found herself in a cozy room still in Draco's arms.
"I'm getting tired, mind if I put you down?" he said in a soft voice.
"Sure," she said, as she was being laid down on a red couch. At the same time, Mrs Malfoy showed up in the fireplace.
"Oh, I'm filthy. I have better get to the bathing chambers. Draco, if Hermione plans to stay show her to the seventeenth guest room, I'm sure its clear at these moments." said Mrs. Malfoy, she smiled at the two and exited the room. Once she was out of site, Draco broke the silence.
"So, if you want to go back to your friends when that heals just get some floo powder by any fireplace in this house, there's always some atop any." Draco said carelessly. Hermione looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face.
"How could your mother let me stay here? I mean, I'm an auror and a danger to you."
"Oh, she knows that. She just can tell that you are someone that can be trusted," he said twirling his wand blithely.
"If you knew I could be trusted in the first place, why dint you let me go?"
"I tried to say I was damn kidding but you had to fall off the balcony."
"It wasn't my fault, you scared me"
"And should you have been scared? I thought you're a fearless auror," said Malfoy slightly mocking Hermione, who could no longer hid her temper and attempted to strike Malfoy right there. She stood from the couch but immediately lost her balance. Before she knew it, she was hurrying to meet the ground. Hermione closed her eyes preparing for the worse. Right before she was sure to hit the ground, she felt strong arms around her waist and although she did not like it, she opened her eyes and met stormy gray ones, Malfoy had caught her. And saved her…for the second time.
"Do you really want to die?" he asked her in a soft voice. She didn't say anything but let him carry her in his arms again. He started to carry her out the door.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked as they were in the halls.
"To a room, you have to change your robes. Their soaked in blood if you didn't notice."
"By my self?" she said.
"Of course not, I'll send a house elf there, I'm sure mother always stores robes in there," said Draco not even bothering to look at her as he spoke.
Hermione just looked at him in silence as he took her up the enormous stairs leading up to the third floor then they started walking in a large hallway, which was getting darker by the second.
"Where are we?" asked Hermione as it got darker and Draco stopped walking.
"Le Çiean wing," came his response as Hemrione felt that he was grabbing something out of his pocket.
"Lumos," she whispered illuminating the way. They were in front of a great door. Hermione surveyed it further but could not find any knob or lock that might open it. "How do we open this?"
"Can you stand?" he asked.
"As long as you hold me, and not worry about getting mudblood filth on you," she said as Draco let her down and she held his shoulder for support.
Draco then got out something that he was holding from his pocket. It was a round silver pendant swinging from a silver chain as Hermione could see it.
"What is that?" she asked curious.
"Just watch," said Draco as he positioned the pendant on the side of the door. Hemrione could see now that it fit perfectly in a space on the door. Draco then pushed the pendant in and twisted it, until the door forced open and reveled a splendid sight. A room, delicately decorated in silver and black, with beautifully furnished furniture shinning silver. Hermione was amazed, even the four-poster bed was beautiful. Inviting, as it may seem.
"Are you sure this is a guest room? It looks like your manor's finest—"
"Its' not, my mother forbids entry of this room actually and that's why I kept you here." Said Draco carelessly as he walked towards the bed to let Hermione down on it.
"And why would you keep me in a forbidden place, no less this," Hermione looked around the grandly decorated room. "Such a beautiful one. And if you plan to seclude me, why didn't you keep me in the dungeons?" Hermione asked suspiciously, suspiciously eyeing Draco Malfoy.
"Granger, Granger, I keep you here, not as a prisoner, but as a guest. I have faulted you, and I am merely making it up."
"Making it up? Since when do you make up to a mudblood?"
"Don't test my patience Hermione, and stop being so inquisitive Granger I already know that you're a know-it-all." He said standing up to leave. "I'll send the nursing elf up, rest yourself as you wait."
"Fine," she said, slightly annoyed. Draco went out the door and closed it behind him. What mess had Hemrione gotten herself in this time?
A/n: Ohh, that really let out some heat. I'm really so enthusiastic about writing but I cant put all my ideas in to 'Eternal Promise' all at once oh well, I hope you like how this is picking up, There will be another chapter and expect slashy themes. Ron and Herm, and Draco's child. Mwahahahahahahahahaha. Ohhhhh that was good.