A/N ok I know I haven't updated since well since yesterday! But anyway I will update now. I got more reviews and thank you so much! I shall continue…
Previously: "Actually Hermione. These aren't really the Malfoys. They pretend to be but they are like us. They are Immortals."
Now:
"Sal, you can't expect me to believe that. Really I thought that we were over the whole trick the other game. Besides I would have won if YOU didn't put me in an orphanage!" Hermione tried desperately to understand. Surely her brother, Salazar Slytherin, didn't think that she would believe the Malfoy's were immortal. Certainly not. No way. But Malfoy was smart. He had great grades in History of Magic especially. Almost as good as hers. She grimaced at the thought. She looked up at Malfoy.
"You aren't right? Right?" She asked him. He simply had another smirk plastered on his albino colored face. He raised his arm and waved it in front of him. A deep brown surrounded his body as he rose 3 or 4 inches in the air. In front of her stood a man of about 90 to 100 years old. Oh my god. This is not happening. It can't be. Hermione thought to herself.
"In the name of Merlin. You really are immortals." She paused when suddenly anger consumed her face. She turned to Sal. "SAL! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT BESIDE RAE, GRIFF, FLEP AND US, THERE ARE OTHER IMMORTALS?!?!?!" yep. She exploded. Sal cringed.
"Val. Come on just calm down. You know how you get when you're angry." He was asking it in a way of fear instead being concerned for her dear brother.
"DON'T GET ANGRY! YOU LIED TO ME SAL. TOLD ME THERE WAS NOONE ELSE IN THE WORLD LIKE US! IM GOING TO KILL YOU!" She held her hand in front of her. Sal cringed again. He knew what she was going to do.
He yelled to Draco, "GRAB A HOLD OF HER! QUICK." Draco hesitated. The ball in Hermione's hand was a lighting blue and getting big. If he grabbed her then maybe she would calm down. But it's Granger. GRANGER. Let's spell it out, G-R-A-N-G-E-R. She was his mortal enemy forever. From the moment he found out she was muggle born. But then again that was all an act. It wasn't as if he believed in any of that. The ball was getting bigger. He could still hear Sal yelling at him to grab her. He made a decision. Before he could back out he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his body. Suddenly everything dropped. He hadn't noticed that objects were flying around the room. His parents had retreated to a corner. He started whispering in Hermione's ear. Everything would be ok. Don't worry. Calm down. He repeated it over and over. Finally she fell limp in his arms. He looked down at her. Why had he helped her? She had called him names and insulted and even dared to fire a curse at him every chance she got. So why was he doing a good deed and saved her. He stared at her face. Studying it. Her lips were slightly parted. Her eyelids still, breathing so softly you could hardly see her chest raising and rising. A tendril of hair was resting on her forehead. He pushed it behind her hair. She was actually beautiful. Grabbing her by the back and under her legs, he picked her up looking at Sal.
"Where should I put her?"
"Umm…upstairs in her room. And just watch her for a bit. I have to talk to your parents anyway." Draco nodded and began up the stairs.
"Oh and Draco?" He paused on the steps. "Thank you." With that he continued up the stairs and into Hermione's room. Conjuring up a chair, he settled in the corner o the room and studied Hermione while she slept.