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Maddie
A/N- hello readers lol, wowww it has been soooo long since I updated, I have to make up school all through summer and I'm in a major play that's going to be performed in downtown Denver so it's a huuugeee deal.. and that alone takes up four hours every day and homework 2-3, so I'm pretty busy, I am sooo sorry! I'll also be updating my other story today so check that one out as well. Hey guess what! My birthday's next week (july 26th), and I get a tattoo! Whoohoo! lol! Well to alanna (sp), sure… my s/n is Maddiethegreat feel free to im me or whatever. Enjoy guys! Love, Maddie
Disclaimer: how many f***ing times do I have to say it??? Nononono!
Chapter 10 (wow I can't believe I have that many chapters! Anyways…)
Hermione chuckled to herself as Ron and Draco awed over the t.v. set. For the past few hours they had been absolutely in tuned to the "Baywatch" marathon. It was beginning to grow into the evening, and she sighed, seeing that the guys were still in their pajamas, and Harry and Deanna had yet to return. Her parents would be home any minute, and her and Draco hadn't even discussed how they were going to break the news to them.
Hermione shivered in the September cold, despite her sweater and jeans. "Jesus," she murmured out loud. "Don't my parents know what a heater is?"
She approached the heating system and was disappointed to find out that it was broken. "Damn it."
Hermione walked into her living room where Ron and Draco sat, popcorn and chips strewn out between them. She cleared her throat and placed her hands on her hips. Their attention didn't stray from Pamela Anderson running in slow motion across the screen. She cleared her throat more loudly. Hesitantly the guys turned their heads to look at her.
"I don't know how you two can stand it, it's freezing in here."
"Actually, I didn't notice," Ron said, his gaze once again trained to the screen.
Hermione sighed. "Will you guys help me start a fire, there's wood outside the backdoor."
Draco grinned at her. "You're such a muggle, you know that?" He grabbed his wand from inside his bathrobe and muttered, "Accio wood!" Before Hermione knew what was happening, the wood was in the fireplace, the backdoor was closed and Draco had started a warm fire.
Hermione's eyes widened. "You jackass! Did it ever occur to you that your father might be watching muggle areas for signs of magic! You could have just given away our location you half wit!"
Draco looked stunned for a moment. "Shit."
Ron didn't look worried. "Come on, 'Mione. The chance of that happening is slim to nil."
She sighed, shrugging it off, knowing there was nothing she could do about it now. She plopped down next to Draco and snatched the remote from his hand. She changed the channel to HBO, where Lord of the Rings was playing.
"Ah, this is much better," she declared, as Orlando Bloom saved the entire fellowship. Ron and Draco started to protest, but stopped when Hermione gave them "the look."
Night had fallen, and Deanna and Harry walked the city's streets, hand in hand. A light snow started to fall, and the effect was quite romantic.
"I had a great time today," Deanna said, taking in a deep breath. "I can see my breath it's so cold," she said.
"You're right," replied Harry. "Let's get a taxi back to Hermione's place." He hailed a taxi, and they both got in it, glad of the warmth in the car. They took off, driving slow because of the small snow storm that had begun to happen. Deanna casually glanced at her watch. "Good Lord! It's already ten o'clock! What happened to the day?"
Harry smiled at her. "Time flies when you're having fun." They snuggled in closer together, and waited to arrive at Hermione's.
Draco, Ron, and Hermione had dozed off in the living room. The t.v. was still blaring, making weird lights dance across the darkened room. The noises of the movie woke Hermione up. She reached lazily for the remote and clicked off the t.v., then settled down with Draco. Only a few seconds after she had closed her eyes, she flung them open again.
Her eyes were wide open, but she didn't make a sound. Even though the t.v. was turned off, weird flashes of light still glowed. She nudged Draco's bare stomach with her elbow, and covered his mouth when he awoke. She motioned for him to be quiet. Ron was asleep on the couch, mouth open and snoring.
Cautiously, Draco and Hermione sat up, searching for the source of the lights. It didn't take them long to see that the lights were coming from the fireplace. A pair of gray eyes appeared in the now dark blue flames. Hermione felt a pulse through her body, and then began walking slowly towards the flames. Draco stood up.
"Hermione! What the hell are you doing?" He now had his wand out, and Ron was beginning to stir in his sleep.
Hermione could not break her stare with the fire. The flames seemed to dance eerily, and the gray eyes beckoned her.
Outside Hermione's house, Deanna and Harry's cab pulled up to the curb. Harry paid the driver and they begin to walk up the driveway towards the front door. All of a sudden, all the windows in the house began to glow blue, then a sharp white. The house shuddered for an instant, than some sort of unseen force blew Deanna and Harry from the front porch. They flew backward, landing in the lawn. As quick as they had blown backward, they stood up and ran into the house.
They could hear yelling from the living room. They ran into the room, and saw Draco screaming at the fireplace, which had returned to a normal flame, and Ron had been thrown into the t.v., which was now broken. His head was bleeding and he didn't seem to be moving. Hermione was no where in sight.
Harry pulled out his wand and ran to Ron's side. He checked his pulse. "He's still breathing," he said with a sigh. Draco sat down, looking defeated.
"What happened?" Deanna asked, her gold eyes wide with terror. Draco clenched his fists together. "It's Hermione. She's gone."
Deanna jumped to Draco's side and pulled on his arm roughly, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Gone? Gone? What do you mean she's gone?"
"It was my father. He appeared in the fire…., Hermione, she, she seemed like she was in a trance or something. She headed straight towards him, and before we knew what was happening, Ron was hit with a curse, and I could see Hermione take my father's hand, and then she disappeared into the flames. Then I remember," he rubbed his head, trying to recall what had happened. "I remember, a huge white blast, and then everything was gone."
Harry caught something in the corner of his eye, right near the fireplace. He got up from his place next to Ron and walked towards the object shining from the dull light of the fire. He picked it up and dropped it into Draco's hand. It was a ring, Hermione's ring.
"We've got to go get her!" He yelled, losing all control. "We have to go back to my house! We have to save her!"
Harry shook his head. "We can't just show up at his house! This is probably a trap! A trap to get the rest of us!"
Draco stood, towering over Harry by a few inches. "I don't give a shit. I'm going to save her! Because if I don't have Hermione, I don't have a reason to live. With or without any of you, I'm going."
Ron , who had regained consciousness sat up. "I'm going."
Deanna wiped tears from her eyes. "You better believe I'm going." She looked Harry in the eye. "Please, Harry, we can't just leave her to die, or worse!"
Harry took in a deep breath. "Of course I won't leave her to die. Let's get ready to go."
A/N- hello readers lol, wowww it has been soooo long since I updated, I have to make up school all through summer and I'm in a major play that's going to be performed in downtown Denver so it's a huuugeee deal.. and that alone takes up four hours every day and homework 2-3, so I'm pretty busy, I am sooo sorry! I'll also be updating my other story today so check that one out as well. Hey guess what! My birthday's next week (july 26th), and I get a tattoo! Whoohoo! lol! Well to alanna (sp), sure… my s/n is Maddiethegreat feel free to im me or whatever. Enjoy guys! Love, Maddie
Disclaimer: how many f***ing times do I have to say it??? Nononono!
Chapter 10 (wow I can't believe I have that many chapters! Anyways…)
Hermione chuckled to herself as Ron and Draco awed over the t.v. set. For the past few hours they had been absolutely in tuned to the "Baywatch" marathon. It was beginning to grow into the evening, and she sighed, seeing that the guys were still in their pajamas, and Harry and Deanna had yet to return. Her parents would be home any minute, and her and Draco hadn't even discussed how they were going to break the news to them.
Hermione shivered in the September cold, despite her sweater and jeans. "Jesus," she murmured out loud. "Don't my parents know what a heater is?"
She approached the heating system and was disappointed to find out that it was broken. "Damn it."
Hermione walked into her living room where Ron and Draco sat, popcorn and chips strewn out between them. She cleared her throat and placed her hands on her hips. Their attention didn't stray from Pamela Anderson running in slow motion across the screen. She cleared her throat more loudly. Hesitantly the guys turned their heads to look at her.
"I don't know how you two can stand it, it's freezing in here."
"Actually, I didn't notice," Ron said, his gaze once again trained to the screen.
Hermione sighed. "Will you guys help me start a fire, there's wood outside the backdoor."
Draco grinned at her. "You're such a muggle, you know that?" He grabbed his wand from inside his bathrobe and muttered, "Accio wood!" Before Hermione knew what was happening, the wood was in the fireplace, the backdoor was closed and Draco had started a warm fire.
Hermione's eyes widened. "You jackass! Did it ever occur to you that your father might be watching muggle areas for signs of magic! You could have just given away our location you half wit!"
Draco looked stunned for a moment. "Shit."
Ron didn't look worried. "Come on, 'Mione. The chance of that happening is slim to nil."
She sighed, shrugging it off, knowing there was nothing she could do about it now. She plopped down next to Draco and snatched the remote from his hand. She changed the channel to HBO, where Lord of the Rings was playing.
"Ah, this is much better," she declared, as Orlando Bloom saved the entire fellowship. Ron and Draco started to protest, but stopped when Hermione gave them "the look."
Night had fallen, and Deanna and Harry walked the city's streets, hand in hand. A light snow started to fall, and the effect was quite romantic.
"I had a great time today," Deanna said, taking in a deep breath. "I can see my breath it's so cold," she said.
"You're right," replied Harry. "Let's get a taxi back to Hermione's place." He hailed a taxi, and they both got in it, glad of the warmth in the car. They took off, driving slow because of the small snow storm that had begun to happen. Deanna casually glanced at her watch. "Good Lord! It's already ten o'clock! What happened to the day?"
Harry smiled at her. "Time flies when you're having fun." They snuggled in closer together, and waited to arrive at Hermione's.
Draco, Ron, and Hermione had dozed off in the living room. The t.v. was still blaring, making weird lights dance across the darkened room. The noises of the movie woke Hermione up. She reached lazily for the remote and clicked off the t.v., then settled down with Draco. Only a few seconds after she had closed her eyes, she flung them open again.
Her eyes were wide open, but she didn't make a sound. Even though the t.v. was turned off, weird flashes of light still glowed. She nudged Draco's bare stomach with her elbow, and covered his mouth when he awoke. She motioned for him to be quiet. Ron was asleep on the couch, mouth open and snoring.
Cautiously, Draco and Hermione sat up, searching for the source of the lights. It didn't take them long to see that the lights were coming from the fireplace. A pair of gray eyes appeared in the now dark blue flames. Hermione felt a pulse through her body, and then began walking slowly towards the flames. Draco stood up.
"Hermione! What the hell are you doing?" He now had his wand out, and Ron was beginning to stir in his sleep.
Hermione could not break her stare with the fire. The flames seemed to dance eerily, and the gray eyes beckoned her.
Outside Hermione's house, Deanna and Harry's cab pulled up to the curb. Harry paid the driver and they begin to walk up the driveway towards the front door. All of a sudden, all the windows in the house began to glow blue, then a sharp white. The house shuddered for an instant, than some sort of unseen force blew Deanna and Harry from the front porch. They flew backward, landing in the lawn. As quick as they had blown backward, they stood up and ran into the house.
They could hear yelling from the living room. They ran into the room, and saw Draco screaming at the fireplace, which had returned to a normal flame, and Ron had been thrown into the t.v., which was now broken. His head was bleeding and he didn't seem to be moving. Hermione was no where in sight.
Harry pulled out his wand and ran to Ron's side. He checked his pulse. "He's still breathing," he said with a sigh. Draco sat down, looking defeated.
"What happened?" Deanna asked, her gold eyes wide with terror. Draco clenched his fists together. "It's Hermione. She's gone."
Deanna jumped to Draco's side and pulled on his arm roughly, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Gone? Gone? What do you mean she's gone?"
"It was my father. He appeared in the fire…., Hermione, she, she seemed like she was in a trance or something. She headed straight towards him, and before we knew what was happening, Ron was hit with a curse, and I could see Hermione take my father's hand, and then she disappeared into the flames. Then I remember," he rubbed his head, trying to recall what had happened. "I remember, a huge white blast, and then everything was gone."
Harry caught something in the corner of his eye, right near the fireplace. He got up from his place next to Ron and walked towards the object shining from the dull light of the fire. He picked it up and dropped it into Draco's hand. It was a ring, Hermione's ring.
"We've got to go get her!" He yelled, losing all control. "We have to go back to my house! We have to save her!"
Harry shook his head. "We can't just show up at his house! This is probably a trap! A trap to get the rest of us!"
Draco stood, towering over Harry by a few inches. "I don't give a shit. I'm going to save her! Because if I don't have Hermione, I don't have a reason to live. With or without any of you, I'm going."
Ron , who had regained consciousness sat up. "I'm going."
Deanna wiped tears from her eyes. "You better believe I'm going." She looked Harry in the eye. "Please, Harry, we can't just leave her to die, or worse!"
Harry took in a deep breath. "Of course I won't leave her to die. Let's get ready to go."