P.S. Did you try the wang thing from the last chapter?
P.S.S. I know that most of you Harry Potter fans already learned this, but the 7th book is called Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows.
I am so effing excited!
Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter. Oh mighty guru, J.K. Rowling, please do not punish me for using your awesome characters and so on and so forth. You are way to awesome and derserve to be immortal. Hallelujah!
Ron, Cho, and Draco made their way up the path to the shrieking shack, and when they arrived they noticed fresh footprints in the snow.
"Wonder who these are from?" Cho looked down at the large footprints. She assumed that they were adult tracks. They led to the door to the shrieking shack, but saw no footprints afterwards because the door was closed.
"Probably some people came up here earlier because they were bored," Draco said. Ron and Draco tried running against the door to see if it would open, but Cho stopped them. She grabbed the handle and turned it. It came open, but is surprized even here how easily it opened.
They stepped inside. Cho started looking at some stuff on the walls as Ron and Draco checked for loose floorboards and such, too be safe.
All of a sudden their was a struggling noise. Draco and Ron wheeled around to see Cho fighting to get free from Severus Snapes grip.
"Let go of me you greasy fu..."
"Shut up. I didn't travel this far to be yelled at by an inscolent little girl."
"I said LET GO!" Cho elbowed him as hard as she could in the stomach. He flinched, but he didn't let go. Instead, he held his wand to her head, almost like a real hostage situation.
"I came here to find you Draco. I need you to come with me, lord Voldemort is waiting." He was breathing heavily. Draco shook his head.
"I'm not going with you. There is no way you can make me. Break the fucking promise for all I care." Draco took his wand out and had it pointed at Snape.
"I don't think you understand Draco. You think that you and your three little friends can take me?" He threw Cho back at them, and Ron caught her.
"I don't care. That life doesn't exist anymore. I am not a fucking death eater anymore!" Draco and Snape both had their wands pointing at each others hearts now. Ron looked scared and confused and Cho was rubbing her arm where Snape had grabbed her.
"What's going on?" Ron was whispering to Draco, but Snape answered. " I see that you haven't told your friends about the promise you made to the dark lord Draco. You want to know what he did Weasley? He signed a contract with the Dark Lord to fight the last battle on his side. Draco here claims that he stopped being a deatheater, but no one stops being a death eater. Malfoy you have to come with me!"
"And what if I don't?" This is when Draco noticed the pale look to Snapes face. His usual greasy hair was messy and unkept. His robes were tattered and he had cuts up and down his arms.
"You know what happens when you fail a mission for the Dark Lord Draco. Perhaps you remember?" Snape laughed. "You know what, fine, stay here. I will just ge the dark lord to come after you myself." With that, and a swish of his robes, he was out of here.
"Draco, what was that about?" Ron sat down on one of the old chair's in the room. Cho and Draco found seats too.
"Well, last year, I was supposed to kill Dumbeldore, remember?" The others nodded and Draco continued on with his story, "I signed a contract after Snape killed him saying that I was to fight on the Dark lords side in the final fight. I was afraid at the time, so I signed the contract out of fear. Since only a few people knew what happened that night in the tower, I was ordered to come back to school and continue through my last year here. I was pretty good at pretending everything was normal wasn't it? Everything except those extra trips to the bathroom to puke, the night sweats, and the ever lasting fear that I might be ambushed."
"But you never threw up or had night sweats around me." Ron said, and Draco smiled. "Yes, I know. When I was near you, I felt safe."
Cho shifted in her seat. "Do we know when the last battle is?" She looked to Draco, who nodded. "It's in March. You-know-who is planning to open Harry's mind again and send him the message to go to the grave yard."
Cho gulped. She whispered, "the same grave yard where Cedric died?" Draco nodded and soft tears began to run down her cheeks. She never got over Cedric.
Ron got up and walked over to her. "Hey, it's going to be alright. You can fight the fight their, and you can feel that Cedric didn't die in vain."
Cho laughed and then hiccuped. "I don't think that made any sense Ron." Ron nodded. "Of course it didn't." Then they all laughed.
The next day, Hermione was still sick. She wasn't eating anymore, and she had to go to the bathroom a lot. She still threw up sometimes, but not as often.
"C'mon Hermione, let me take you to the doctor!" Harry was frustrated. He didn't want Hermione to be sick on Christmas.
"No. I can't go to saint Mungos. I can't stand hospitals!" Hermione was lying in bed. Her face was pale, and she was shivering a little bit. They sat in silence for a few moments.
"What if I didn't take you to saint Mungos. What if I took you to a muggle walk in clinic? They can at least perscribe antibiotics there, or something." Harry was holding Hermiones hand and massaging her palm with his thumb.
"I guess. I'll go and get dressed." Hermione got up, and went into the bathroom. Harry leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. It was two days before Christmas, and Harry wouldn't be able to stand it.
Hermione came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She was wearing grey sweatpants and a sweater. Her hair was combed back into a loose bun. "O.K. I'm ready."
Harry walked over to her, grabbed her hand and led her into the busy Diagon Alley. They walked in silence until they reached the Brick archway. "Harry, I'm telling you, nothings wrong!" Harry didn't reply. Instead, he tapped the bricks exactly where he was supposed to and led Hermione through the archway.
"It can't hurt to get a check-up, can it?"
Dear Journal,
I haven't written in a while. I know I only usually write to relieve stress when I am having a bad day, but today I have good news! Draco and I are going out now! It's a long story, but that isn't really what I came to write about today.
Cho had a fight with her mother and came back to Hogwarts, so she is staying in the Gryffindor tower with us. Today we all went to the shrieking shack. We had just gotten the door open, and Snape grabbed Cho! He was threatening to hurt her unless Draco came with him. Apparently, Draco signed a contract with you-know-who that he would fight on his side in the final battle. Draco claims to have renounced his ways, but you never know right? I am so scared for him. I want to be there, but it is hard to tell whats going on in his head. When we first started going out, I thought I knew everything about him, he seemed so open to me, but when I heard Snape talking like that, I began to wonder. What actually happened last year? What was going on in his mind? Why won't he tell me this kind of stuff anymore? I'm getting so confused. I want to talk to him about it, but it's almost Christmas, and I don't want to put a downer on it.
Maybe I should talk to Harry about it first...
Ronald Weasley
Ron slid his diary under his mattress and joined Cho and Draco downstairs. They sat by the fire and drank hot chocolate. This could have been a merry time, but everyone was stuck in their own thoughts. Ron was thinking about what was going on in Draco's head. Draco was thinking about his promise to the dark lord, and Cho was stuck in memories about Cedric.
"I've never seen anything like this," the doctor stated. "I think were going to have to admit her to the hospital." Hermione sat in silence. She looked about ready to throw up again.
"Is their a specific hospital she has to go to?" Harry asked, looking at the doctor with impatience.
"No, but I do need you to take these test forms and hand them into whichever doctor is taking care of her." Harry snatched the forms out of the doctors hands and grabbed Hermione forcefully. He led her out onto the busy street.
"Oww, what was that for?" Hermione rubbed her arm after Harry let go. "It was nothing. I just didn't like how he was touching you, that's all."
Hermione smiled. "Oooh, sounds like someones a little jealous." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand to show that she was kidding and Harry smiled. They walked hand in hand for a while until they reached the empty store. Harry spoke to the mannequin and they entered the lobby of St. Mungos.
"Sit down for a minute Hermione, I'll just go and talk to the receptionist." Hermione sat down on one of the plastic chairs and picked up a daily prophet. It was dated from their forth year. Hermione leafed through it until she found the article about herself. "Hermione Granger has a thing for famous wizards...," the paper began to say, but Hermione closed it, and threw it in the dustbin beside her.
Hermione sat for a few more minutes, watching Harry talk to the receptionist. He used a lot of gestures and he kept pointing at Hermione. The receptionist wrote everything down. Eventually Harry motioned for Hermione to come to the desk.
"You were right. It is just a flu. They have some medicine for you to take, so the symptoms will go away." The nurse handed Hermione a small vial with a thick black liquid in it.
"Just drink all of that, and you'll be fine." The nurse smiled as Hermione downed the little vial in one gulp. "Muggles are so weird. They have never even seen a flu before?" Hermione, Harry, and the nurse laughed. She stamped a paper and handed it to Hermione. "Just for records.." With that, they left the hospital.
When they got back to the room, Hermione flopped herself onto the bed and closed her eyes. Harry slowly got onto the bed and was looming over Hermione's head. When she opened her eyes Harry said, "Get dressed. I'm taking you out to dinner." Hermione smiled. She grabbed her black dress out of her trunk and went into the bathroom to change.
Harry put on his button up shirt, and a black tie over top. He looked so weird dressed up, but there are some pretty crazy things you do for love. Harry was just tying up his shoe lace when Hermione came out. Her hair was in an upsweep, and the black dress she was wearing fit perfectly and on top of all that, she had a healthy glow.
Hermione spun around. "How to I look?" Harry got up and placed his hands on her waist. "You look gorgeous, as always." Hermione blushed but returned the gesture by kissing him lightly on the lips.
"So, sha'll we go?" Harry asked, holding his arm out. Hermione took it gracefully and said, "We sha'll."
It was midnight, and Ron couldn't sleep. He sat on the windowsill, staring out the window. A thick fog had descended over the castle, making the Christmas season look depressing. Ron sighed. He really wanted to send Harry the letter. Ron knew the consequences though. If he sent Harry the letter, and told him about Draco, Harry would hate Ron, and hurt Draco.
Hurt Draco...
Those two words echoed inside his head until, at about 3, Draco came up, and sat on the windowsill beside him.
"Some fog, huh?" Draco was staring out the window too. Ron nodded, and Draco lightly took his hand. "Somethings bothering you, I know it." Ron looked up at Draco. Draco had the same intense look that he had when he first learned Ron's secret.
"I'm just worried. What if Harry finds out about us? He's going to want to hurt you." Ron looked back out the window. "I won't let him hurt me, or you." Draco squeezed Ron's hand.
Ron smiled, but Draco could still see the angst on his face. He did not press it any further, but he did stay up with Ron the rest of the night.
So, what did you think? My next three chapters are going to be kinda dumb, because I took a large part of the story out. I decided against it, because it was hard to desribe. Anyways, READ AND REVIEW!