Love. Lust. Loss.
Chapter 1:
In a darkened corridor, in an unused section of the third floor of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry were four students, two of which stood poised to fight. They looked as if they would lurch at each other at any moment. If looks could kill, these two would surly be dead.
"What did you just say to me, Malfoy?"
"I believe I told you to do the world a favor and go drown yourself in the lake, and you can take Potter and the mudblood with you."
"You take that back or I'll…I'll…"
"You'll do what, Weasley, make me eat slugs ? But wait.. That didn't quite work the last time now did it?" The other two students just watched in horror, as the two 7th year boys threw insults at each other until Draco Malfoy whipped out his wand and pointed it at the other boy. Just as he started to curse him, all four teens disappeared.
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Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy tumbled out of the sky and into complete and utter darkness, landing with a large THUD on the ground below. All four lay there for a few minutes, before they all got up, dazed and confused.
"Malfoy, you little ferret, what did you do to us?" Ron screamed into the direction he thought Draco was standing.
"Me? What did I do? I didn't do anything." Draco hissed.
" Then where the bloody hell are we?"
"How am I supposed to know, Weasel?"
"You're the one who said the bloody curse? Now, for the last time, What. Did. You. Do." Ron was seething now, and he put every ounce of loathing he had for Draco Malfoy in those four words.
"You think I did this on purpose?" Draco asked, "You think I wanted to be here, stuck in the middle of god knows where, with you, Granger and Harry bloody Potter, The- Boy -who- fucking-lived? No, Weasel, I didn't do a thing."
Hermione, who had been standing silently to the side ,along with Harry, spoke up.
"Ron."
"WHAT!" he jerked his head towards Hermione whose mouth was now open, but with no sound coming out, "Sorry." He muttered, "What is it?"
"Draco didn't do this. Someone else had to of."
Ron gave a quiet "Okay." And sat down on the ground, his head in his hands.
Hermione knew Draco didn't have anything to do with what happened because she had just recently discovered that she had a talent for reading other peoples minds.
Although she could not yet talk to people silently, she could in fact, hear their thoughts, if they were within a short distance of her, and all Draco's were saying, or, rather screaming, was "Oh, God! Oh God! Where the fuck are we? What did the Weasel do now?" over and over again.
And judging to the fierceness of which his thoughts were screaming, he had as much idea about where they were or how they got there as she did. And that wasn't a whole lot. All Hermione knew was what she saw.
They were standing in a field, surrounded by a deep forest. She knew they could be anywhere in England, if they were, in fact, still in England.
They could be anywhere in the world.
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About fifty feet away from them was a road, and less than a mile down the road, stood a small grey cottage.
Inside this cottage, a man with raven hair and emerald eyes was pacing the floor in front of the fire place. 'Where are they? Why aren't they back yet? They should be back by now. Oh god, what if something happened to them? Then what would I do!'
The man thought with frustration. Then he heard a pop come from the kitchen, followed by a string of curses. 'Thank God!' The man silently prayed. Then he chuckled, and went into the kitchen to see if everything was alright.
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