A/n: Hope this chapter is longer. I was thinking about splitting it into two chapters but I got requests to make my chaps longer. Enjoy.
P.S.- I might write things that never happened nor exists or will in the real story.
Chapter 3- glimpse of who took me away
The cloaked figure apperated (sp?) to his lair, which was actually a mansion. It wasn't really where he lived, only where he hung out during missions. It wasn't only his either, since others lived here as well. The level underneath his was where the Marauders (sp?)resided( like him, this wasn't their main house), under them was some Deatheaters. Underneath everyone was the dungeons, where prisoners were kept. There they would be tortured by spells, tortured physically, and worse mentally.
He put the brown haired girl on the jail floor and took out his wand . With a series of flicks and swishes from his wand, the cell changed from gray colored to rd and gold. The cold chill was replaced by the warm glow of the newly furnished room. The jail was now a smaller replica of the Gryffindor common room.
He placed Hermione on the red/gold couch and watched her sleep. She looked so innocent and peaceful. Something he wasn't. He was guilty of ruining lives, of scaring people, of watching people die and doing nothing to help them. He practiced dark arts and used magic for bad, she however did the opposite. He was the devil while she the angel. The oddest sensation, akin to regret for his past actions, swept through his body. He wasn't worthy of a pure, innocent, good girl.
Sighing he dropped to his knees beside her head and looked at her. Stroking a hand over her smooth cheek, he knew he didn't care about all their differences. He felt something special for this girl and he somehow knew it was serious and going to last.
His hand wandered over to her closed eyelids, he had yet to see what colored eyes she had. He would see them tomorrow, just like he would see the expression on her face when she realized she wasn't in Hogwarts and whom she was exactly with. He chuckled at that, they all knew who he was but not what he looked like since he wore disguises for missions and didn't hang around long enough for someone to get a good look at his face.
The common room illusion was there to give her a last glimpse of it and her last moment in a familiar setting. She would have to get comfortable in her new settings, since she would be living here with him, after all.
Hermione woke up in the common room couch feeling well rested, considering the time she fell asleep. Getting up she went to get her book, when she looked she couldn't find it. Hermione looked at the common room. Funny, no none was in here and it looked smaller. Was everyone in class already? Hermione looked at her wristwatch.
" Merlin, I am late. And I have Snape right now. The bastard is going to make my life hell. I hate Snape." She groaned to herself imagining different scenarios, where Snape would humiliate her.
" I agree. Snape is a bastard. And looking at his face makes a person's life hell". A strong voice rang behind her. Hermione quickly spun around to see a tall, broad shoulder wizard wearing a dark cloak, the hood covering how he looked from her.
An thought occurred. Ron was the one standing in front of her and she knew why.
" Ron, I'm so glad to see you." Hermione launched herself into his arms. She was glad to see someone because the common room was creeping her out, for some reason.
" If it'll land you in my arms, then I'll pretend to be this 'Ron' " the arms tightened around her waist, where he had placed them. She squirmed out of his grip and stepped back. Placing her hands on her hips, she gave him a disapproving glare.
" Ron, you can't pretend to be yourself. And you don't have to dress up to get back at me. Your sister did the invites. Besides it was a all girls party. And Padma couldn't come, Parvatii was there, so you didn't miss getting a chance to ask your lady love out." An eyebrow rose in response but Hermione couldn't see it because of the cloak. Why should he care if Padma was there? Who the hell where they, anyway?
" Ron, you can take off the disguise now." She seemed impatient to get the joke over with.
"No. I'm not Ron, you know." the voice chuckled at her as if he knew something she didn't.
"Ron, off with the cloak"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No". So the banter went back and forth. Hermione getting madder by the second and the other appearing more amused more than anything else.
"Arrgg!" She charged at him, startling him in the process, as they tumbled to the jail floor. Hermione pinned him to the floor, not noticing the man under her wasn't attempting to stop her nor was he struggling. A wicked grin spread across his lips as Hermione went to uncover hi hood.
A/n- Please review... -- here's the rest...couldn't just leave my readers here, now could I?
Hermione's mouth dropped open in astonishment. It wasn't Ron's blue eyes she was looking at. She was staring at beautiful green colored eyes that were behind a pair of glasses. The green eyes that she was so deeply staring at gazed back at her with amusement. Instead of the trademark red Weasley hair, there was coal black hair , that looked really messy and not tamable. For some reason, her hands itched to run it over through his hair. All types of thoughts were orbiting around her head, do she didn't notice that he was speaking.
However, her capturer did and he was happy at what he saw. Her dazed look proved that the attraction worked both ways. From what he knew, he figured she would deny it and hide it. He looked forward to the chase.
A/N- I have the next chapter written up in my notebook, so all I have to do is type it. I know the feelings are moving too fast but think of it as love at first sight. Read and Review please. I luv it when I get reviews. Thnx to the people who did review me. Apple Blossoms D
