The Abduction of Draco Malfoy
Mine- I have been looking for this author and story for a few years now. Can anyone please email me or let the author know that I'm looking for them about this story.
THIS IS THE ORGINAL AUTHOR NOTES.
2/16/06
I do not nor do I claim to have any rights to the Harry Potter franchise in any of my following chapters.
Synopsis: What happens when Draco is kidnapped from Hogwarts for procreation purposes and the golden trio accidently comes along for the ride?
A/N: Any Harry Potter stories that go after order of the phoenix do not apply to this story. This story takes places during their seventh year, Voldemort is as evil as ever and wreaking havoc on the magical community, that will not be the focus of this story.
Chapter One: Paranoia
The school year starts as it has with platform 9 ¾ crowded with schoolchildren. Hermione, Head Girl, stands patiently waiting for her two best friends to arrive. She has anticipated seventh year the most. The years of cramming for her studies paid off and now she has one of the honorable positions a student can have. She was nervous through because she is well aware that Draco Malfoy will be head boy. Since first year, they have been neck in neck in grades. Part of her wants to accuse him of cheating of paying off the school board, but she knows it is not true.
She has seen him in the library studying on several occasions, and he is a most attentive student next to her. The difference between them is that she was anxious to answer whatever question the professor's the ask where as Draco keeps silent. She can tell this annoys Snape in potions because Snape would automatically look for Draco's hand, but Snape would end up called on Hermione. She waved her hand anxiously until called upon. Her honey brown eyes skim the platform and they find Draco Malfoy.
She stared at Draco undressing him with her eyes. Hermione admits that she really hates him, but even she, Gryffindor's know-it-all Princess, cannot deny that he is handsome. He has grown to be very tall. She estimates little over six feet. His board shoulders, slim form and tone muscles make her wish that he was not Draco Malfoy. He is the epitome of perfection. The platinum blond hair and pale skin allows him, stand out from any other male. Females eyes follow him along platform. He is carrying on walking with prefect posture she has seen his father use on several occasions. She smiles happy that he longer has the swagger. If he was aware of eyes on him, he does show it.
Normally, he would smirk or snicker, but not this Malfoy. Summer, has been kind to him as well as Quidditch and his prefect pureblood genes. Draco begins to talk to Crabbe and Goyle when he glances across the platform and catches the eyes with Hermione. She tries to casually looking away, but actually miffed, from her eye candy. She watches him from the corner of her eyes and notices that he is approaching her.
"Granger," Draco calls out, as he gets closer to her. Hermione clears her throat and turns to face Draco. "Do you want to go to the Heads Compartment or are you waiting on the two losers you call friends?" Hermione is about to answer when Pansy runs up to Draco embracing him. Draco smiles and Hermione's heart begins to beat faster. He is actually smiling. Draco puts his arms around Pansy and they begin to full on snog.
Draco places one hand on the back of Pansy's neck and the other on her waist. Pansy has taken a hold of his robes in the front pulling him toward her. They kiss passionately as they explore each other's mouths with their tongues. Hermione bites her lower lip wishing that very moment that she were Pansy. The Slytherin hussy is an idiot, but she gets to snog the modern day Adonis. Draco's kisses begin to drift to Pansy's neck.'
"Malfoy, I'm ready to go to the compartment now just so long as I get a snog, too." Hermione says trying to keep her composure hoping he will see this as a joke and not taken serious. However, Hermione would not mind a snog from him. Draco stops necking Pansy to Pansy's dismay and gives her one last peck on the lips.
"See, Granger, I knew there was one thing I didn't hate about you. I love your serious humor." Draco gives Hermione his trademark smirk. She is a little disappointed, but does not show it. He must keep his smiles for his friends.
"Draco, I missed you over the summer," says Pansy trying to regain his attention.
"Not now, Pansy, maybe later," says Draco fixing his ruffled robes.
"How much later?" asks Pansy whining.
"I don't know, maybe never if you keep up the whining."
Pansy glares at Hermione for interrupting her snog. She has not seen Draco all summer because her parents took her to Italy. Pansy is aware that Draco kept himself busy with other girls, b this is her time. Damn Mudblood and her interruptions Pansy thinks as she licks her lips. Draco glares at Pansy hoping she will figure it is his hint for her to leave.
"Bye, Draco, I'll see you at Hogwarts." Finally, she grew the other half of her brain Hermione thinks. Hermione takes a few more glances around the platform and still does not see Harry or Ron anywhere. Disappointed she turns back to Draco… err… Malfoy.
"I'm ready whenever you are," says Hermione putting a levitating charm on her trunk. She looks to Draco to notice him looking curiously around the platform. "Something wrong?" asks Hermione. Draco puts his attention back to the Gryffindor and shrugs. What is he going to say?
"Gee, Granger, since the beginning of Summer I have felt like I'm being watched." Hermione would laugh or say something like.
"Good old ferret-boy. I see you're conceited as ever. Glad to see summer didn't change you any."
He felt like that, all summer. In all honesty, Draco knows that the girls admire his looks. He knows this sounds conceited, but who is he to deny it. In fact, if he were to see himself on the street he would want to shag. Yet, he cannot shake this nagging feeling that someone is watching him not just anyone, but someone who aims to do harm. Slytherins pride themselves on awareness, ingenuity, and most of all instinct. Draco's instincts are shouting:
Danger!
Danger!
Danger!
Draco really does not feel like himself and he does not like it. He has his concentration wrapped up in the feeling of being watched that he has not insulted Granger properly. They find the Heads compartment and settle in. His liquid silver eyes peer out the window looking for anyone or anything that might look peculiar. Who ever it is has a death wish. Draco is not in the mood to be followed. He looks over to Hermione who begins to read a book.
"Some things never change," scoffs Draco looking at the book.
"And other things changed for the worse," says Hermione cocking her eyebrows at him. Draco glares at the Gryffindor. I like it better when he smiles she thinks to herself.
"Yeah, and I thought your hair couldn't get any worse. I guess the summer didn't treat you well." Hermione shoots him a glare of her own. Draco rests his head on the cold window and closes his eyes. The Hogwarts Express begins to move and the compartment is silent. Hermione wonders when Ron and Harry boarded. She was hoping to see them before she boarded, but as usual they took their time.
Hermione's eyes peer over her book at the sleeping Slytherin. Hermione smiles, he looks like an angel when he is not glowering. She stares at his lips and wonders what they would feel like. Rumors are that he is very experienced and not shy in giving lessons.
In fact, Hermione overheard two Muggleborn witches talk about their experiences with Draco and what they said made Hermione blush. Draco stretches out his large form and sits back up. Hermione quickly begins reading her book again hoping Draco does not realize she was watching him sleep.
"Are you still on the page? Honestly, for someone who is supposed to be the brightest witch of our age I thought for sure you'd be a speed reader." Hermione blushes she is still on the same page. Think of something clever Hermione she tells herself.
"I couldn't get much reading done with all your snoring," says Hermione matter-of-factly. Draco leans towards Hermione with a smile until they are inches apart. Hermione nervously stares into his magnetic gray eyes as her heart begins to beat faster. That smile.
"I'll have you know, Granger, I don't snore. You were watching me sleep," Hermione opens her mouth to deny it when she realizes that he is right not once did she hear a snore, "Don't deny it, I've had enough partners to point that fact out to me," his smile broadens, "so what was my little Mudblood thinking?" asks Draco as his gray eyes pierce Hermione's honey browns.
"Wha-wha-what are you implying," stutters Hermione. She scowls at her inability to talk. Draco leans towards Hermione with a smile so their faces are inches apart.
"That right now you hate yourself for staring at me," he glances at his watch, "after all I was only a sleep for thirty minutes." Hermione blushes when Draco gives her his trademark smirk as he leans back into his seat. She silently watches him realizing that he truly changed over the summer. He still has the same smirk, but he carries himself differently. He has more confidence if that is possible. He does not have his usual snide remarks, but he seems a bit distracted.
Draco peers out the window. He knows Hermione can tell he is not his usual self. During the summer, he had received his Dark Mark. Draco does not mind being a Death Eater. He just hates the fact that he is at the disposal of Voldemort. He was raised to believe that Malfoy's were leaders of their own destiny. That is what he wants to chance fate, but his mother had different ideas.
He does not consider himself malevolent, but being a Death Eater never appealed to him. Draco would never force himself on a girl unless he seduced her and she accepted his advances. He also thinks killing Muggleborns and half-bloods is extreme there are simpler ways of dealing with them like finding a way to prevent them from reproducing. Death Eaters just take when they see something they want. Draco shifts in his seat and touches his left forearm. The Dark Mark is not his first magical tattoo from the Dark Arts, but he does not want to be a servant. Right now, he is no better thatn a common house elf.
"We need to discuss Head business," says Hermione, distracting Draco from his thoughts.
"Like what the year has not yet begun?" asks Draco annoyed already. If this is how the years begins, he hates to see how it is going to end.
"The sooner we discuss it the sooner we do not have to talk to each other." Draco gives her a thoughtful look.
"Fine, what exactly is it that we need to be discussing," Draco peeks out the window again.
"Is there something wrong?" Draco glares at Hermione. This is the second time she has asked that. He owes Hermione nothing, no justifications or any of his secrets. They are none of her business unless they interfere with Head business and that has yet to start.
"That's not any of your business, Granger." Hermione realizes that since they met on the platform he has called her Mudblood once and that was in a playful manner. She thinks there is something serious bothering Draco, but he is right it is really none of her business unless of course it involves Voldemort. "What Head business do we need to discuss?"
"I figure we can plan prefect duties. Also, we need to decide when the two dances will be held this year and who can attend."
"No time like the present," says Draco grudgingly.
They spent time discussing he prefect duties. They will be attending the schedules so everyone will have an equal time studying. Hermione knew that making the schedule would be the easy part because Draco like herself likes to study. However, the same cannot be said for the parties.
"Now, for the parties," smiles Hermione excitedly, "we should have a winter ball for third years and higher. Then have a party at the end of the year for the seventh years." Draco rolls his eyes. Leave it to Granger to have a graduation party. Graduating is a celebration enough he thinks to himself.
"No," responds Draco matter-of-factly, Hermione's smile turns to a frown.
"Why not?" asks Hermione wanting an explanation as to why her ideas are not good enough.
"We should have a costume party for Halloween. This will include the first to seventh years. Then we should have a masked ball for Valentine's Day seventh years only."
"I disagree. Halloween and Valentine's are so close together that we have nothing to look forward to at the end of the year except graduation. We should have a graduation part so seventh years can say good-bye to each other."
"Granger, graduating is celebration enough. Valentine's makes more sense. Honestly, just because you have no boyfriend that doesn't mean you have to punish those of us who do have relationships."
"What's that supposed to mean!" asks Hermione, offended.
"Just because we're graduating doesn't mean that our academic careers are over. Many of us will continue studying. Many relationships will either be ending or be long distance. Why not give the couples a party so they have bittersweet memories of their loved one. Rather than a party that's wrenching their hearts out," Hermione shocked with Draco's revelations stares out him, "and they say I'm insensitive. Who cares how close the parties are the memories are what counts."
Draco crosses his arms and looks out the window again. Damn Granger and her stubborn ways now she's looking at me as if I've grown another head he thinks to himself.
"I never took you as a romantic, Malfoy," says Hermione breaking the silence.
"I'm not, Granger, I just have a common sense and happen to like costume parties and Masked Balls."
"Why do you like those types of parties?" asks Hermione out of amazement. She is actually carrying a conversation with Draco Malfoy.
"Well, it's more or less for the benefit of the school."
"How so?" asks Hermione.
"Well, for both the costume party and Masked Bal you'll have to have your face covered. This way more people will be likely to attend and fewer will runaway." I spoke too soon she thinks.
Draco resists the urge to laugh when Hermione glares at him. He will admit that her looks did improve over the summer, but he is not about to tell her that. He just has not had the opportunity to insult her properly and just found the perfect moment. Since the ending of last semester, he started calling her Granger only. Granger may go along with bookworms or know-it-all, but no longer Mudblood thought he did have a slip earlier. He has not seen the light or become a better person. He just concluded there are two things he will never do.
The first, he will never, and he means NEVER breed with a Muggleborn or another species that is not a Pureblood witch or sorceress. Draco loves the female species, and they obviously love him back. He will not deny himself such pleasures when freely given to him. However, his heir must be a Pureblood.
There is no exception to that rule. He would rather die being the last of his bloodline than knowing his descendants are less than Pureblood.
Secondly, he will never do, well, Hermione Granger. Though he has accepted the pleasurable company of many Muggleborn's Granger will never be one of them. She is the bane of his existence and a thorn in his side. She is also the member of the Golden Trio that is not a consolation prize on her part. Her very presence annoys him therefore; he had concluded she does not deserve him as a lover or shag. This is precisely the reason he began to call her Granger.
Nothing else.
Just Granger.
If he were to call Granger Mudblood then that would mean she is a Muggleborn. If she were a Muggleborn then Draco would be inclined to shag her. Shagging Hermione Granger is unacceptable. Draco considers her lower than a Muggleborn and nothing will change his mind. He would resort to castration over bedding Granger.
The rest of the train ride is in silence. Hermione finishes her book while giving Draco a couple of glances. He is a git, but an attractive one. She will not deny herself the eye candy. She can admire his looks, but not the attitude. She follows his gaze out the window wondering what is going through his Slytherin mind. Her eyes begin to observe his clothes and she realizes she has never seen him in anything other than his school robes or Quidditch uniform. She can only imagine what he looks like without clothes. Harry and Ron have gone shirtless around her on more than one occasion during summer at the Burrow. Hermione nearly fainted when seeing their muscled arms, strong chest, and their abs. If they are that muscular from Quidditch then so must be Malfoy.
The prefects made sure that all students were changed and ready for their arrival at Hogwarts. The Hogwarts Express slows down to a stop. "All depart for Hogwarts," says the train conductor.
Hermione and Draco grab their belongings and exit the train. They continue walking until they approach a carriage. Hermione takes a few glances around trying to spot Harry and Ron.
"Let's go, Granger, you're blocking the entrance," grumbles Draco.
"I'm trying to see Ron and Harry," replies Hermione settling herself in the carriage. Draco quickly follows her example. "I'm worried about them. I didn't see them on the Platform or even on the train."
"Maybe their dead," says Draco matter-of-factly. Hermione glares at him, "hey, one can only hope," he says with a smirk. Hermione's glare remains.
"They're my friends! How dare you!"
"Granger, you're not perfect, how many times have you wished me or one of my friends dead?"
"So many I've lost count."
"I assure you though, they're not dead."
"Because the Wizarding world would already know if it were true."
"No, Granger, because I don't have as much luck as I do money," says Draco with a disappointed look. Then that nagging feeling of being watched resurfaced and Draco begins to look around. He looks forward to confronting the person who has the audacity to stalk a Death Eater. Once he finds them, they will soon realize why he is called a Death Eater.
A/N- Okay, have no clue if there was a note at the end. But this my mine note, if anyone knows this author to this story, as I can't find the person by author name or by title to the story. Please let the person know about this if you know the original author.
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