Chapter Eight:
Hellish News
Draco came down for breakfast and kissed Hermione on the neck.
She blushed but had guilty spasms. She was cheating on Ron! Was he with another girl right then? Was he giving up on her?
An instant anger fell upon Hermione. Draco was the reason she was not with Ron. He was probably planning for this love afair to happen...so he could have her all to himself.
Squeaky came in with the eggs, toast, and bacon. She sat the tray on the table in front of Draco and Hermione. "Your breakfast, Sir and Miss." She winked at Hermione.
"Good, now go away," he said. He picked up the toast and took a bite out of it.
Squeaky turned to leave.
Hermione scowled at Draco's rudeness. "Thank you," she told Squeaky.
Squeaky glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Ms. Granger is welcome." She disapeared into the kitchen.
Draco sipped his pumpkin juice and picked up the Daily Prophet. Sitting at his side, Hermione saw the Headline:
WEASLEY ACCUSED OF MURDER
Hermione's eyes went wide. She jerked the paper out of Draco's hands and read the story
"Hey!" he said.
She ignored him.
Only three months after the disapearance of Hermione Granger, her boyfriend, Ron Weasley, 19, is accused of murder.
"I was sleeping in my home on Valentines Eve," says a tearful Amanda Bennet of Edinburgh, Scotland. "And I heard a noise. I couldn't sleep so I was on edge all night. I went into my foyer and saw my two-year-old sister brutally murdered. I ran to him the killer and tried to stop him, but he was stronger than he looked. He stood over my sister's lifeless body holding a bloody hunting knife."
She described him looking like Weasley.
"I DID NOT DO IT!" Weasley claims.
When asked where he was on the night of February 13, he claims he was out walking. He has no aliby.
If found guilty, Weasley will face life in Azkaban, the wizard prison.
"WHAT?!" Hermione gasped.
"Huh?" Draco asked.
"They're accusing Ron of murder!"
He snickered.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Hermione snapped. "I know he didn't do it! I just know it!"
"Why? Because you love him?" Draco snickered again.
Hermione's blood boiled. "YES, I love him! You took him away from me and then--then, I cheated."
"Serves that loser right."
Hermione scooted her chair back and stood up violently. "Why are you doing this?! Why are you keeping me away from my love and keep me to yourself? I thought you hated 'Mudbloods'."
"Watch your mouth!" Draco snapped. "I'm still your master."
"So you're only kissing me when you want to," she said. "Any other time I'm your slave in rags!"
Draco opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione interupted. "I want to see Ron, NOW!"
"B-b-but you can't!" Draco cried. "I'll be arrested!"
"I won't tell them you were my master!" Hermione pleaded. "He never has to know!"
"NO!" Draco snapped. "You're not going."
"Says who?"
He stood up from his chair, his tallness making him tower over her. She stepped back a bit. She knew he couldn't hurt her, but was still a bit startled. "SAYS ME," he said.
Hermione thought Draco had changed. She was naieve to believe that! She made a mental note: Malfoy's never change.
She picked up his glass of pumpkin juice and dumped it over his head. She slammed the empty glass back on the table.
Hermione stormed out of the dining room and to her cell.
Author's Note: The next chapter, Hermione On Stike, is very long. So it may be a day or two before I get it typed up.
