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Harry didn't even stop to consider the consequences as he ran into his house. He leaped up the steps two at time, hardly stopping to open the door.
His lungs were burning but he didn't notice, he could only think about the dreadful Dark Mark looming threateningly over his house.
He was prepared to see something drastic, which is why he was so surprised when he ran into his living room. He halted to a quick stop, managing to trip over his own feet. He was sprawled out on the floor, taking a deep breath before standing.
Dumbledore was sitting on his plush couch sipping a cup of tea with shaky hands.
'Headmaster Dumbledore?' He panted, his chest heaving as he gasped in air, almost not believing the old man was really there.
'Harry, my dear boy! It's so good to see you again! After all this time!' He said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. 'I think, perhaps, you might want to sit down.'
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Hermione's knees buckled beneath her, and she crumpled to the ground. Unsurprisingly, no one bothered to help her up.
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. 'Get up, Granger.'
*Perhaps it would be better if I DID kill her....No, I can't afford a risk like that with the Dark Lord. He wants the filthy mudblood ALIVE! Killing her could mean my own life as well *
Draco sighed again, more exasperatedly. 'Come on Mudblood, I don't have all night here. Get up. We have things to discuss.'
Hermione whimpered and in a low, shaky voice she whispered, 'Just do it! We don't have to 'discuss' it!'
Draco looked at her with a blank look. 'Do what?'
'Kill me, of course.' Hermione tried to keep her voice from wavering. She failed miserably.
'I'm not going to kill you, though it is rather tempting'
With all the strength left in her, Hermione lifted herself off the ground slowly. She stood on jittery legs and leaned against a cold, hard wall for support.
'If your not going to kill me, why did you drag me all the way out here?' She asked wearily.
'Because killing you would be no fun.' Draco looked as though killing her is exactly what his definition of fun would be. 'Congratulations, Granger, you're going to be my new assistant.' He smiled at her look of fear mixed with protest. 'And you have no choice, so don't bother your protesting.'
She looked more frightened anyway, and kept her mouth shut in a thin line. He could tell she was trying not to cry.
'You have a big day tomorrow, you better get some rest.' He said sarcastically and smirked. He knew she probably would get absolutely no rest whatsoever.
'Crabbe, Goyle, take her room. And please make sure one of the maids gives her some better clothes for tomorrow. We cant have her running around looking like that, now can we?'
Crabbe and Goyle nodded and each took one of Hermione's slim arms. They lead, although it looked more like they were dragging her, to her new room.
Hermione had her head hung.
*Please help me, Harry.....*
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Harry had his head in his hands, but he sighed in relief.
Dumbledore looked at Harry, feeling similar in comparison. Relieved and worried, determined and reluctant.
'Professor........' Harry started, but Dumbledore interrupted.
'Harry, please, call me Albus. I have not been your professor for a year now.'
Harry smiled faintly. 'Albus. If Hermione is alive, then where is she? Why is she alive? And, actually, I've been meaning to ask. Why are you here? How did you know?'
Dumbledore sighed wearily. 'As for Hermione, it is unknown where the location she is in is. Why is she alive? I'm not exactly sure. I think, however, that she is needed for some reason. As for your last questions, Harry, if you knew everything, you would be rather bored and would have nothing to ponder.'
'Will you help me find her?' Harry's voice was almost pleading.
'I will try. I already have a good idea, but this will take quick, but careful, planning.' Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment. 'Perhaps, we should get started?'
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If Hermione thought her room was going to be similar to her former cell, she was greatly mistaken. She was so surprised that when she walked into the room, she stopped short.
There was a large green and silver four-post bed. On the sides of the bed, the wooden posts were carved into surprisingly elegant snakes.
The rest of the room was similarly decorated, with green wallpaper and silver vases, statues and such.
She noticed a room that was attached, and she quickly walked over to it. It was a bathroom the size of a small bedroom. Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at the bed, then back at the bath in the bathroom.
She was too tired to care she was in the hands of her enemy.
She wanted a long bubble bath too much to notice the entire bathroom was silver and green.
Hermione closed the bathroom door and quickly ran a bubble bath and removed her dirty, torn robes. She sunk into the bath and sighed blissfully.
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Hermione woke up in the morning to a rough jerk on the shoulder. She regretfully opened her eyes. She had barely slept considering she was so close to Draco Malfoy.
After her bath she had sobered considerably and her fear returned. Causing sleep to be very, very difficult.
And who else was jerking her shoulder but him?
Hermione looked at the watch on her wrist. Three things surprised her, one of which was it was in working condition (thank goodness she had bought a water proof one) two, she still had her watch, and three, it was 1:00 in the morning.
'What do you want?' Hermione said, the fear in her voice evident.
Draco smirked at her. 'I have a house guest, and I want you to meet him.' At this point Draco laughed, but it was a cruel, harsh laughter.
Hermione had that familiar sense of foreboding, which she was becoming quite used to at this point.
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Hope you guys liked! Sorry the chapter took awhile to get out, but I'm trying to make it good! Please review! Flames are welcome!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K.R. except the plot.
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Harry didn't even stop to consider the consequences as he ran into his house. He leaped up the steps two at time, hardly stopping to open the door.
His lungs were burning but he didn't notice, he could only think about the dreadful Dark Mark looming threateningly over his house.
He was prepared to see something drastic, which is why he was so surprised when he ran into his living room. He halted to a quick stop, managing to trip over his own feet. He was sprawled out on the floor, taking a deep breath before standing.
Dumbledore was sitting on his plush couch sipping a cup of tea with shaky hands.
'Headmaster Dumbledore?' He panted, his chest heaving as he gasped in air, almost not believing the old man was really there.
'Harry, my dear boy! It's so good to see you again! After all this time!' He said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. 'I think, perhaps, you might want to sit down.'
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Hermione's knees buckled beneath her, and she crumpled to the ground. Unsurprisingly, no one bothered to help her up.
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. 'Get up, Granger.'
*Perhaps it would be better if I DID kill her....No, I can't afford a risk like that with the Dark Lord. He wants the filthy mudblood ALIVE! Killing her could mean my own life as well *
Draco sighed again, more exasperatedly. 'Come on Mudblood, I don't have all night here. Get up. We have things to discuss.'
Hermione whimpered and in a low, shaky voice she whispered, 'Just do it! We don't have to 'discuss' it!'
Draco looked at her with a blank look. 'Do what?'
'Kill me, of course.' Hermione tried to keep her voice from wavering. She failed miserably.
'I'm not going to kill you, though it is rather tempting'
With all the strength left in her, Hermione lifted herself off the ground slowly. She stood on jittery legs and leaned against a cold, hard wall for support.
'If your not going to kill me, why did you drag me all the way out here?' She asked wearily.
'Because killing you would be no fun.' Draco looked as though killing her is exactly what his definition of fun would be. 'Congratulations, Granger, you're going to be my new assistant.' He smiled at her look of fear mixed with protest. 'And you have no choice, so don't bother your protesting.'
She looked more frightened anyway, and kept her mouth shut in a thin line. He could tell she was trying not to cry.
'You have a big day tomorrow, you better get some rest.' He said sarcastically and smirked. He knew she probably would get absolutely no rest whatsoever.
'Crabbe, Goyle, take her room. And please make sure one of the maids gives her some better clothes for tomorrow. We cant have her running around looking like that, now can we?'
Crabbe and Goyle nodded and each took one of Hermione's slim arms. They lead, although it looked more like they were dragging her, to her new room.
Hermione had her head hung.
*Please help me, Harry.....*
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Harry had his head in his hands, but he sighed in relief.
Dumbledore looked at Harry, feeling similar in comparison. Relieved and worried, determined and reluctant.
'Professor........' Harry started, but Dumbledore interrupted.
'Harry, please, call me Albus. I have not been your professor for a year now.'
Harry smiled faintly. 'Albus. If Hermione is alive, then where is she? Why is she alive? And, actually, I've been meaning to ask. Why are you here? How did you know?'
Dumbledore sighed wearily. 'As for Hermione, it is unknown where the location she is in is. Why is she alive? I'm not exactly sure. I think, however, that she is needed for some reason. As for your last questions, Harry, if you knew everything, you would be rather bored and would have nothing to ponder.'
'Will you help me find her?' Harry's voice was almost pleading.
'I will try. I already have a good idea, but this will take quick, but careful, planning.' Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment. 'Perhaps, we should get started?'
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If Hermione thought her room was going to be similar to her former cell, she was greatly mistaken. She was so surprised that when she walked into the room, she stopped short.
There was a large green and silver four-post bed. On the sides of the bed, the wooden posts were carved into surprisingly elegant snakes.
The rest of the room was similarly decorated, with green wallpaper and silver vases, statues and such.
She noticed a room that was attached, and she quickly walked over to it. It was a bathroom the size of a small bedroom. Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at the bed, then back at the bath in the bathroom.
She was too tired to care she was in the hands of her enemy.
She wanted a long bubble bath too much to notice the entire bathroom was silver and green.
Hermione closed the bathroom door and quickly ran a bubble bath and removed her dirty, torn robes. She sunk into the bath and sighed blissfully.
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Hermione woke up in the morning to a rough jerk on the shoulder. She regretfully opened her eyes. She had barely slept considering she was so close to Draco Malfoy.
After her bath she had sobered considerably and her fear returned. Causing sleep to be very, very difficult.
And who else was jerking her shoulder but him?
Hermione looked at the watch on her wrist. Three things surprised her, one of which was it was in working condition (thank goodness she had bought a water proof one) two, she still had her watch, and three, it was 1:00 in the morning.
'What do you want?' Hermione said, the fear in her voice evident.
Draco smirked at her. 'I have a house guest, and I want you to meet him.' At this point Draco laughed, but it was a cruel, harsh laughter.
Hermione had that familiar sense of foreboding, which she was becoming quite used to at this point.
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Hope you guys liked! Sorry the chapter took awhile to get out, but I'm trying to make it good! Please review! Flames are welcome!