In the Dark of the Night-Dragon's Dream
~2 weeks after imprisonment-An Unknown Dungeon~
Hauled in by two burly Death Eaters, a half-starved girl with masses of unruly hair hanging in her face, she stood before Narcissa Malfoy. Everything about the woman [Narcissa] was evil. A silk black robe draped over her thin frame, Onyx Jewelry clung to everywhere it could fit, and the sneer at the woman's mouth was foul. But the worst thing was the crown. A tall, spiky thing that looked like daggers. The curved, rusty kind that thieves and criminals always used in muggle movies. The fifteen (almost sixteen) year old girl felt like there was a poisonous spider by her shoe, and it needed to be squished. Narcissa smirked. Seeing that smirk reminded the mistreated young woman of her roommate. A sarcastic, smirking boy who at first seemed as cold as ice, but wasn't really. They had learned to get along fairly well. The woman's smirk had a hint of evil too it though. Something the boy's did not.
"Will you join us?" The icy words penetrated through her skull, driving all thoughts of the boy out of her head. She glared defiantly up at Narcissa, who missed the look completely. "I hope you do. Though you are a mudblood, we can use all the help to destroy Potter that we can get." The woman spoke Potter like a curse word. Which it practically was for these evil creatures. "So, girl give me your answer. NOW!" Her voice rang through the Obsidian halls, hurting the girl's ears. She looked up slowly at Narcissa, who was smirking, then at the obsidian shoe, about a foot away. "I said NOW!" demanded Narcissa. The girl replied, most unexpectedly.
She spat. It landed right on the high polished obsidian black shoe, an imperfection on the perfect stone. Narcissa screamed in rage and clenched her fist. "I didn't know what to call you, traitorous scum," If the situation hadn't been so serious, the girl would've laughed. Her? Traitorous! HA! (About the 'I didn't know what to call you', the guards liked to call prisoners by animal names, rather then their own) "But now I know. Beat the idiot Vixen! That's an order!" The last thing 'The Vixen' saw was a whip handle coming down on her head.
~IN THE LAND OF NOD~
Floating heavily in a land of white fog, Hermione Samantha Granger stayed perfectly still. Someone was approaching. Correction: two someones. When they came into view, Hermione was suddenly puzzled. They both looked like Draco; a lot. The first was a girl, pale skinned, tall, and thin. Silvery-blond hair toppled down her shoulders, all the way to her knees. She was rather pretty, to put it mildly. The boy looked like Draco's clone, except for two things. His silvery hair stopped at his earlobes, but the biggest difference was the eyes. Large and royal blue, they gave the look of a mischievous person, concealed in a look of innocence. The girl looked at her, pleading. "Hold on!" she whispered. "Your wounds will heal, don't let go! You'll be all right. Hold on!"
Confused, Hermione shook her head. "I don't have wounds. What can I hold on to?"
"Yes you do in the real world. And as for the second question: YOUR LIFE!" Memories of what had just taken place in the real world returned to her, and she shook her head again.
"I can't. I'm hurt too badly. Don't feel sorry, please don't. It's my time."
The girl was enraged. "No it's not! He's helping you! (it never occurred to Hermione to ask who 'He' was) If you don't live, thousands, maybe millions of people, will die! Hermione Samantha Granger, HOLD ON!"
"You know I can't survive like this much longer, what am I supposed to do?" she cried in frustration.
"Look to the fire, Hermione, look to the fire." the girl's voice faded slowly out, as did the fog. Hermione's eyes opened and focused into another set of silver-gray eyes. She moaned and sat up.
"Your mother almost KILLED me, Malfoy. You could say sorry."
"I didn't notice you were awake. And it's not MY fault my family's evil."
"Evil... Wonderful description, it fits perfectly."
"That's the thanks I get..." he muttered, walking toward the pot simmering on the stove. It was a magic stove, of course, so prisoners wouldn't get ideas about fire.
"What do you mean 'thanks', what-" Hermione suddenly realized that there was extra cloth on her left arm, right leg, and right cheek. There was also bloodstained cloth on the floor, presumably changed bandages. Draco's robes were hanging just past his knees, as opposed to their usual floor length.
"Thanks." She whispered.
A/N Look for the next one, coming soon....... DRAGON'S FIRE
~2 weeks after imprisonment-An Unknown Dungeon~
Hauled in by two burly Death Eaters, a half-starved girl with masses of unruly hair hanging in her face, she stood before Narcissa Malfoy. Everything about the woman [Narcissa] was evil. A silk black robe draped over her thin frame, Onyx Jewelry clung to everywhere it could fit, and the sneer at the woman's mouth was foul. But the worst thing was the crown. A tall, spiky thing that looked like daggers. The curved, rusty kind that thieves and criminals always used in muggle movies. The fifteen (almost sixteen) year old girl felt like there was a poisonous spider by her shoe, and it needed to be squished. Narcissa smirked. Seeing that smirk reminded the mistreated young woman of her roommate. A sarcastic, smirking boy who at first seemed as cold as ice, but wasn't really. They had learned to get along fairly well. The woman's smirk had a hint of evil too it though. Something the boy's did not.
"Will you join us?" The icy words penetrated through her skull, driving all thoughts of the boy out of her head. She glared defiantly up at Narcissa, who missed the look completely. "I hope you do. Though you are a mudblood, we can use all the help to destroy Potter that we can get." The woman spoke Potter like a curse word. Which it practically was for these evil creatures. "So, girl give me your answer. NOW!" Her voice rang through the Obsidian halls, hurting the girl's ears. She looked up slowly at Narcissa, who was smirking, then at the obsidian shoe, about a foot away. "I said NOW!" demanded Narcissa. The girl replied, most unexpectedly.
She spat. It landed right on the high polished obsidian black shoe, an imperfection on the perfect stone. Narcissa screamed in rage and clenched her fist. "I didn't know what to call you, traitorous scum," If the situation hadn't been so serious, the girl would've laughed. Her? Traitorous! HA! (About the 'I didn't know what to call you', the guards liked to call prisoners by animal names, rather then their own) "But now I know. Beat the idiot Vixen! That's an order!" The last thing 'The Vixen' saw was a whip handle coming down on her head.
~IN THE LAND OF NOD~
Floating heavily in a land of white fog, Hermione Samantha Granger stayed perfectly still. Someone was approaching. Correction: two someones. When they came into view, Hermione was suddenly puzzled. They both looked like Draco; a lot. The first was a girl, pale skinned, tall, and thin. Silvery-blond hair toppled down her shoulders, all the way to her knees. She was rather pretty, to put it mildly. The boy looked like Draco's clone, except for two things. His silvery hair stopped at his earlobes, but the biggest difference was the eyes. Large and royal blue, they gave the look of a mischievous person, concealed in a look of innocence. The girl looked at her, pleading. "Hold on!" she whispered. "Your wounds will heal, don't let go! You'll be all right. Hold on!"
Confused, Hermione shook her head. "I don't have wounds. What can I hold on to?"
"Yes you do in the real world. And as for the second question: YOUR LIFE!" Memories of what had just taken place in the real world returned to her, and she shook her head again.
"I can't. I'm hurt too badly. Don't feel sorry, please don't. It's my time."
The girl was enraged. "No it's not! He's helping you! (it never occurred to Hermione to ask who 'He' was) If you don't live, thousands, maybe millions of people, will die! Hermione Samantha Granger, HOLD ON!"
"You know I can't survive like this much longer, what am I supposed to do?" she cried in frustration.
"Look to the fire, Hermione, look to the fire." the girl's voice faded slowly out, as did the fog. Hermione's eyes opened and focused into another set of silver-gray eyes. She moaned and sat up.
"Your mother almost KILLED me, Malfoy. You could say sorry."
"I didn't notice you were awake. And it's not MY fault my family's evil."
"Evil... Wonderful description, it fits perfectly."
"That's the thanks I get..." he muttered, walking toward the pot simmering on the stove. It was a magic stove, of course, so prisoners wouldn't get ideas about fire.
"What do you mean 'thanks', what-" Hermione suddenly realized that there was extra cloth on her left arm, right leg, and right cheek. There was also bloodstained cloth on the floor, presumably changed bandages. Draco's robes were hanging just past his knees, as opposed to their usual floor length.
"Thanks." She whispered.
A/N Look for the next one, coming soon....... DRAGON'S FIRE