Chapter 9

~Forgotten~

A/n: Just in case you guys were wondering, the new spells I included,

Internum Iniurias Curare, Mederi Laeso and Expergo, they mean, internal injuries to heal, to heal the injured, and awaken, respectively. There will be a guest appearance by a member of the Vampire Diaries so hang on!

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Now…

On With The Story!

Recap:

Draco pulled out his shrunken broom from his pocket and gently supported Hermione while they flew back, unnoticed.

"Thank you Draco." Hermione snuggled in closer to him, and he unconsciously wrapped his arm around her. They fell asleep together, unaware of the dangerous things watching them.

Chapter 9: Forgotten

"Masssster… I have newsss to report." A snake hissed, eager to share his piece of news.

"What information do you have for me my dearest Nagini?" Voldermort rasped in parseltongue.

"The young Malfoy sleepsss with the Granger witch." Nagini hissed back, and coiled itself comfortably on the floor.

"Hmm… I will need to get him before he falls for that mudblood witch." He stroked Nagini softly, and it hissed in pleasure.

Then he called for Lucius Malfoy, using the Dark Mark.

"Yes my Lord, you called?" Lucius entered the dungeon with a pop.

"I have heard some extremely disturbing news regarding your son, Lucius." Voldermort commented, and watched as Lucius considerably paled.

"What…what happened? Is he alright?" Lucius gulped.

"He's fine, other than the fact that he is sleeping with a mudblood." Voldermort spat.

"That Granger witch? But I told him to stay away from her. He's going to pay dearly." Lucius' jaw clenched in anger and disbelief at the fact that his son would defy him so openly.

"Yes, he will. Tell him if he does not comply to our wishes, not only will I kill the mudblood, I will make him watch, then turn him into a Death Eater, whether he wants it or not." Voldermort smiled cruelly.

"Yes my lord. I will go right away." Lucius apparated back to his room, fuming, and prepared to apparate to Draco's room.

"POP!" the loud noise woke Hermione with a start. She looked up sleepily, only to find that she was staring straight into the eyes of Lucius Malfoy. She gasped and pulled the covers around herself.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded hotly, picking up Draco's shirt and slipping it on, followed by her panties.

"That is none of your business mudblood. I want to talk to my son." Lucius retorted and pushed her aside.

"Hey! As head girl–" She was silenced when Lucius backhanded her.

She gasped in pain and her hands flew to her throbbing cheek.

Lucius turned and smirked.

He cast a silencing spell on her, followed by the Crutatius curse. Hermione's eyes widened in pain and she dropped to the floor, writhing.

Draco looked up dazedly and saw his father laughing while Hermione writhed painfully on the floor.

"Stop it!" Draco cried. His father looked at him and complied. Hermione's body immediately went limp.

"Hermione!" He rushed to her side and touched her forehead. She would be fine, he hoped.

"Are you crazy?" Draco yelled.

"No. I come with a warning. Stay away from her. Or else." Lucius warned seriously.

"Or else what? You'll torture me? That's nothing new." He sneered back at his father.

"No. I will have her killed, and I will make you watch, helpless, while I slowly suck the life out of her. You will also join the Death Eaters by Christmas, whether you like it or not. It just remains to be seen how soon you'll become one of us. Good day Draco." With a pop, Lucius disappeared.

Hermione was still lying on the floor, unconscious. He gently picked her up and brought her to her own bed, before running back to his room to get some medicine to help her. He spent the next few hours tending to her, making sure there were no side effects to the curse, thinking how on earth he was going to break her heart for her own protection. After thinking long and hard, he decided to erase her memory of ever being with him. It was to protect her after all.

Raising his wand above her, and cursing himself for having a cruel father, he said, "Obliviate."

~A few hours before~

(HARRY POV)

I was having a dream about Voldermort again. He seemed, angry this time.

I heard them talking about Malfoy and Hermione, about how they're sleeping together? Gross. But what's worse is that wretched snake Nagini was watching. Now that's creepy.

While I was tossing and turning in my bed, living whatever life Voldermort lived, someone was busy, helping me obtain a ring from a certain person, or rather, a certain vampire.

(END OF POV)

(LUCINDA POV)

"Thank you for meeting me here Mr. Salvatore. It is much appreciated." I said, thanking the stars that I knew Damon Salvatore. He was the more notorious of the Salvatore brothers, and his brother, Stefan, was held up with other problems.

"Pleasure is all mine Lucinda." Damon smiled, showing his fangs.

"Now, I'll be straightforward. Do you have the item?" I asked, hoping this would help Harry and his friends.

"Yes. What's in it for me?" Damon fingered the ring, while looking curious.

I sighed. There was always a price when it came to the Salvatores.

"What do you want this time Damon?" I was getting annoyed. Even at eleven, I had done business before and knew he wanted something important.

"Well, I want you to make Katherine forget that she was ever in love with Stefan, but instead in love with me." Damon stated. I stared.

"You want me to edit her memory? All 145 years of it?" I asked incredulously.

He nodded, and reminded me of why I asked him to come.

I huffed. "Fine. Give me a week, and I'll have the potion apparated to you." I muttered.

"No need. I've got her right here." Damon pulled a tied up Katherine into view.

My jaw dropped. She looked exactly like Elena.

"Are you sure you haven't got the wrong one?" I asked nervously. Just as I asked, she bared her fangs at me. I took it as it was Katherine and performed the spell. It was tiring, but after watching my father do it countless times on other poor innocent souls, I figured, why not.

She was unconscious when I left, but Damon stopped me.

"Thank you Lucinda, and here." He dropped the small pouch into my hastily cupped hands, carried Katherine and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

I walked back to Hogwarts, and went straight to Gryffindor Tower.

"Gum Drops." I told the Fat Lady. I had overheard the Gryffindors say their password earlier this morning, so being, well, me, I took full advantage of it.

I crept silently to Harry's room and slid the ring onto his finger. Then, I quickly wrote a note and got the hell out of the Tower before anyone discovered me.

Before I fell asleep, I was smiling. I had been an unseen hero. Now Harry could not die from supernatural causes, which meant that he couldn't die from the Killing Curse.

(END OF POV)

Hermione woke up, groggy and in pain. She moaned and flopped back on the bed, only to find that Draco was sleeping next to her. She screamed and pulled the covers around herself.

"Good. You're awake. We need to get to class." Draco said brusquely, before leaving her room.

She stared at him, watching him retreat from her room.

"What happened last night?" Hermione wondered aloud. "And how on earth did he end up in my room?" She shrugged and went to clean up.

"Morning Harry." She sat down cheerfully, and then frowned. "What's wrong? You seem, tired." She touched his hand, and felt the ring.

Her eyes went as round as saucers.

"I didn't know you were engaged." Harry laughed loudly, and snickered when Hermione shushed him.

"I'm not engaged 'Mione. This ring is special. Look at what the person who left it to me said." He pulled out a piece of torn parchment from his robes and passed it to her.

She read it silently.

"Dear Harry,

The ring you are wearing is a special ring. It prevents you from dying of supernatural causes, for example, the Killing Curse, or when a vampire breaks your neck on purpose. This will protect you and you will come back to life. You can thank me after the war.

Sincerely,

LMB"

She gazed at the ring, as if trying to figure out what spell it was.

"Come down to Head Rooms later. We'll figure it out." Hermione said.

"And hurry up. We're going to be late for class." She quickly gathered her books and left the Great Hall.

Class flew by quickly, and Hermione thankfully did not see Draco. She did not want to see him after their strange encounter in her bed.

Unfortunately, She found Draco later in the Head Rooms, pacing back and forth.

"Malfoy don't wear a hole in the carpet. I like that carpet." She said, trying to work up the courage as to why he was in her bed.

"Not funny Granger." He spat, and continued pacing.

"What's wrong with you? You're not usually this agitated." Hermione's face transformed from one of irritation to concern.

He laughed shortly. "I'm fine. And since when did you care?"

"I… I don't know." She stammered, unable to look him in the eye.

"Well, go on mudblood. What I'm doing is none of your business." Draco smirked and cursed himself again when she ran into her room, head in her hands.

Malfoy sat on the couch and sulked. He didn't like being a jerk to Hermione. When she ran away crying, he just wanted to pull her in and snog her senseless. He sighed and summoned a bottle of Firewhiskey.

"Malfoy. Where's Hermione?" Harry walked in, not looking surprised that Draco was drinking.

"In her room Pothead." He slurred. He was too drunk to realize what he had said.

"Watch it Malfoy. You may be Hermione's boyfriend but that won't stop me from beating you to a pulp." Harry warned.

"Me? Granger's boyfriend? You must be joking. I was never her boyfriend. I was just her sex partner. You know friends with benefits." He sneered the last word.

"Whatever, ferret." He shoved past Draco and walked towards Hermione's room.

"Go Away!" A muffled cry was heard.

"'Mione, it's me, Harry." He shouted through the door.

Some shuffling was heard, a spell was cast, and Hermione stepped out of the room.

"Yeah? What are you doing here Harry?" Hermione said, in a composed voice.

"You okay? Your eyes are kinda puffy." Harry touched her cheek and was surprised that it was wet.

"I'm fine." She moved towards the sofa but Draco purposely tripped her.

"What do you want from me Malfoy? Just shove off!" She yelled, tears threatening to spill once more.

"What I want? Nothing much, other than seeing you cry again. That would be fun." He sniggered.

"I'm such a bastard. But it's for her own good."

"Ow!" Draco held his cheek tenderly, his train of thought broken. Hermione stood in front on him, her hand raised to slap him again.

"That was for calling me that…name." She moved to hit him again but this time he was prepared. He caught her wrist easily and pushed her against the wall.

"Do not get me angry. You won't like me when I'm angry." (A/n: Which movie? (: )

"I already don't like you! Get off me!" She struggled violently, and almost made Draco let go but before he could even react,

"Stupefy!" Harry said, pointing the spell right at him. Draco moved, lightning-quick, and the spell ended up hitting Hermione instead. She slumped to the floor unconscious, for the second time in a day.

"Now look what you did Pothead. You stupefied your best friend. Shame on you." Draco taunted, all his pent-up anger quickly being released. They circled each other, jinxes flying everywhere, Draco being hyper-aware of Hermione slowly coming to consciousness.

"Stupefy!" Harry shouted.

Draco deflected it and cast a silencing spell on Harry.

"Now you can't do anything." Draco was drunk and angry, a very bad combination.

"Good bye Potter. Avada Kedava." He said the Killing curse.

"No!" Hermione cried and ran to Harry's side. He lay motionless on the floor and eyes wide open in shock.

"How could you? I thought you were better than this, Malfoy!" She was crying uncontrollably. Draco suddenly became clear-headed.

"Shit." He said before he ran out of the room, not wanting to see that he had killed someone, Harry Potter, no less.

He ran into Lucinda while looking for Blaise.

"You might want to go see Hermione. She's in a…emotional state right now." He said curtly before brushing past her.

She ran into the Headroom and gasped.

"What happened?" the room was in a total disarray. Chairs were overthrown; the table was in pieces, the chandelier hanging by a thread.

"Reparo." She said to the chandelier. It was probably the most dangerous thing in the room right now, next to Hermione exploding.

"Malfoy… Harry…Killing…Curse." Was all Hermione was able to choke out but Lucinda understood.

"He'll come back. I promise. Remember the ring?" She pointed to the black and white ring on his finger.

"But there's no pulse! How can he just come back alive? It's not possible!" Hermione shouted, tears falling freely.

"Just wait and see." Lucinda said, and sat.

After a while, Harry did awaken, and gasped for air.

"What? Why am I alive? I thought Malfoy killed me?" Harry looked around, bewildered.

"He did. The ring protected you, remember?" Lucinda held up his hand that was wearing the ring.

"Oh God I hate him Harry, I hate him." She collapsed into tears and cried herself to sleep in Harry's arms, while Lucinda quietly exited the room.

"Zabini!" Draco called, feeling guiltier than ever.

"What?" His head poked out from his dorm room.

"Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere!" Draco scowled.

Blaise looked at his face and nodded. He told me to give him a minute and he'd be out.

"What happened now?" Blaise patted him on the back.

Draco took a deep breath and explained the entire situation.

"But that's impossible! I just saw Potter walk out of the Headroom!"

Draco did a double take.

"Impossible!" He exclaimed.

"It's very possible, brother dear." A voice dripping with poison and hatred spoke up. Lucinda walked in just in time to hear Draco say impossible.

His eyes narrowed. "How would you know what we're talking about?"

"I can hear." Was all she said.

"Well, its still bloody impossible Potter is alive, unless he's one of the Inferi." He snorted.

"I have my ways of helping people Draco. And trying to kill someone is a stupid way to solve a problem. Get that through your foggy drunken brain." She retorted before walking away.

Draco groaned and threw the empty bottle of Firewhiskey at the wall. It shattered with a satisfying crash.

"Fan-fucking-tastic. My own sister hates me, I've got about 4 months before I become a Death Eater and the girl I love doesn't remember she loves me. Worse still, she hates me. Fuck." Draco repaired the bottle and threw it again, wallowing in his sorrows. He did not notice Nagini was watching him in the shadows. It hissed quietly and slithered back to the portkey that would transport it back to Malfoy Manor.

(VOLDERMORT POV)

Nagini appeared, right on time.

"Any news my dearest pet?" He said in parseltongue. As every day went by, he was getting stronger and stronger, hoarding his power, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Masssster, the young Malfoy hass ended thingsss with the mudblood." Nagini had the sense to not tell him Harry Potter almost died. His master would freak out. Even it had more sense than that.

"Wonderful. Keep an eye on him. I don't want him anywhere near her." Voldermort said, his speech, even in parseltongue, stronger.

"Yess Massster." Nagini slithered back and used its tail to press the portkey, sending it back to Hogwarts. It would watch, reveling in Draco Malfoy's pain of losing the one he loved the most.

A/n: A nice long chapter for you guys! Sorry if there are any spelling errors, I wrote this in 3 hours. Review!