"... I decided to help you..."
"WHAT! NO,"I say sarcastically.
"I get information, I help you two. But, my terms," Potter says seriously. "Ya..." Draco drawls.
"You're fair to everyone. And you won't tease anyone outside of your house," Potter finishes.
I shrug my shoulders carelessly and agree to his "terms".
"POTTER! GINNY! FINNEGAN! What are you doing with these people," a voice calls out. Ginny looks infuriated.
"What do you WANT you hypocrite," she says furiously.
"I'm warning you that Malfoy, and Granger are dangerous. They're snakes!" Weasel bursts out.
"And you are a what?" Potter says coolly, with a look down at the male Weasel's house robes. The side was emblazoned in snakes and green. "You know what Weasel?" I say calmly.
"You like me?" he asks hopefully.
"NO. I hate your guts. You're a little filthy hypocrite! You say you hate mudbloods, basically your WHOLE family, then now you hate Slytherins. Even though you ARE a Slytherin!" I burst out. At every word I utter, Weasel's face turns redder, and redder each time.
"Granger. Keep looking behind you. Because once you're alone and defenseless, I'll find you. And remember I HATE YOU NOW," Weasel threatens.
"Oh, the feeling is totally mutual!" I yell after his retreating back.
Ron POV
WHAT DID I DO! The only person I THOUGHT would accept me in Slytherin just turned her back on me! Or, is it my fault? AM I really a hypocrite? In the Great Hall, I said I hated my family (Bloodtraitors), and now I hated Slytherins. Yeah, that pretty much classified me...
Ronald Weasley- Red hair, blue eyes, filthy hypocrite, Slytherin, an idiot.
Hmm, that description actually DID describe me. Oh GOD! WHAT DID I DO! Everyone hates me! So, what do I do? Join the light side or the dark side? The light side, obviously had THE BOY WHO WOULDN'T DIE, and his cronies... But the dark side, had the most powerful dark wizard EVER! Isn't that a blinking green light to join the Dark Side? Right? Well I guess so... What about Hermione? Well she hates me, I know that clearly. Hmm. I have decided. I will join the Dark Side. It's FINAL. The Dark Side. It gave out cookies. Voldemort as the leader. Army of brave,merciless warriors. Pretty obvious that Potter wasnt't gonna win, right?
As I lay down on my bed, I stared up into the sky. "Was this a good choice?" I ask myself silently, as nightmares come sweeping my way.
"Ronald Weasley..." a cold voice says.
"Yes, sir," I answer.
"What is it you wish?"
"TO make Hermione Granger mine," I say bravely.
"Hmm. As you know, her betrothed is indeed one of my own. You will have to duel him, to gain her courtship,"
"Fine. That won't be hard," I say carelessly.
"You are brave. Arrogant. I hope that your skill is equal to your arrogance,"
"Thank you," I say respectfully.
"You are now one of mine. Ronald Weasley, you are a Death Eater," THOSE WORDS. Would haunt my life forever...
I suddenly wake up from my nightmare. Was that real? I pull my sleeves up, on the right side first. Nothing. I slowly turn up the left one, and see a burning emblazoned black snake upon my arm.
"Oh NO!" I whisper.
Draco POV
I suddenly felt a burning sensation on my arm. He was summoning me already? I quickly apparate back to my house, Hermione next to me. Voldemort himself is standing in the middle of a dueling station.
I sink to my knees, "My lord," Hermione repeats the same as me.
"Draco. I have had a funny request from our ranks. And that would be, "One person. Wants Hermione Granger. And is willing to battle you for her,"Voldemort says icily.
"Interesting indeed, my lord. But, who might this be?" I ask.
"Ahh. He's a newer one. ANd his name is Ronald Weasley,"
"My lord. As I heavily detest him, I shall gladly accept the challenge," I say bravely.
Weasel appears from the other side of the dueling platform. I walk up to meet him, we bow to each other.
"BEGIN!"
I instantly throw a Cruciatus curse at him. He dodges it with a duck.
"Hiding like a weasel?" I taunt.
"You bet, FERRET," he shoots back.
"Crucio!" I yell again. This time, it hits him directly. He sinks to the floor in pain. "Learn your lesson. Weasel's don't belong here. And never touch my Hermione," I snarl with rage. I hold the curse for a long 3 minutes, I release the curse and kick his body out of my house.
"My lord. Was that duel appeasing to you?" I ask.
"Indeed Draco. That was excellent," Voldemort praises.
"Thank you my lord," I say.
"Hermione. I need a report on how well your mission is going," Voldemort called out.
"Yes, my lord. The Vanishing Cabinet is coming along decently. Only a few more months should crack it. And we have so far befriended Potter. I'm working on the youngest Weasel right now," Hermione said, with a poker face.
"Excellent work," Voldemort rasps.
"Thank you my lord,"
"You may go now. I am very pleased." At those words I walk out of my own house to see my father.
"Father," I greet.
"Draco. I hear our lord is pleased with your progress." my father says proudly.
"Indeed," I say with a smirk.
"Then, excellent job Draco. You will be an excellent Lord Malfoy when I am gone," my father says thoughtfully.
"Thank you father," (A/N- How many times will I write thank you?)
"Yes son. Now go back to Hogwarts."
I nod my head carefully and take Hermione's arm. "Apparate? Or are you scared?" I ask with a smirk.
"Draco! Of course not! I'm not afraid of splinching, or going to the wrong place, or dying." Hermione says sarcastically.
"Oh, I meant side apparated. Just take my arm! Let's go already!" I say frustratedly. Hermione rolls her eyes at me, and reluctantly takes my arm. With a pop, we're in (GREAT) Snape's office! Another Crucio session! YIPEE. Um- no. Just no. Snape is at his desk. We walk coldly past him and slam the door on him. Much to our delight, we walk down to the Slytherin Common Room with no interruptions.
As soon as we get in, Pansy and Blaise erupt and start asking us questions. "What happened? Where were you? We were going to go cookie shopping!" At that I looked at Pansy. "Did you mean, um- Were you talking to Hermione?" I asked.
"Hermione! DUH!" Pansy cries, as she drags Hermione back out to the cookie shop.
"Well? What was that about?"Blaise says calmly.
"HE summoned Hermione and I. I'm sorry, but HE made me duel Weasel for Hermione. And you know who the winner is right?" I explain.
"Ahh. I get it" Blaise says, expression clearing.
"You shoulda seen his face when I crucioed him!" I say victoriously.
And we spent the rest of the night talking about my epic duel.
Hermione POV
I know what's coming. Weasel going to get revenge. A war is coming too. People are going to die. And it might be all my fault. At that happy topic, I sink into my knees, and begin to cry sadly.
"Why does it happen to me? My life would be easier as a mudblood!" I cry.
I slowly uncurl my arms and look up at the person who entered my room.
"Hi Pansy," I say sadly.
"We just went cookie shopping! You should happily be eating cookies!" she says.
"Um. No Pansy. For a 15 year old Death Eater, I do NOT eat cookies," I say with an eye roll.
"Oh yeah. Um, talk about Unforgivables?" Pansy says cluelessly.
"NO PANSY. I HATE being a Death Eater!" I say angrily.
"Oh. Well I'm sorry then. I guess I'll see you around then!" Pansy says faking happiness.
What a horrible fake! I think in my mind. I throw my lifeless body on my bed and lay down. Wondering what my life would be if I was a mudblood, and had never known Draco and Pansy. I saw myself. I looked exactly the same, except I had a lion emblazoned on my robes. I was surrounded by Potter, the male Weasel and the female Weasel. And then I saw Draco sneering at me, his robes were emblazoned in snakes, and along side of him was Pansy, also sneering at me. I suddenly felt my heart shatter. If I was a mud blood... I would die with Potter and his trio. I wouldn't know my best friend, or Draco... WHat kind of life would that be? Yeah, I know. A horrible one. I decided to go down and show my face.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" Pansy asks me.
"Hey. I'm okay, and I wanna apologize for what I said before. I didn't mean to sound so mad. I guess the war's getting to me," I say softly.
"It's okay Hermione. It's a lot of pressure for you right now. I understand," Pansy says as she hugs me.
"Wow. You should NOT forgive me that easily," I say after the hug is finished.
"I know. But you're my best friend. So, not much choice..." Pansy says.
"Oh. Well, then," I finish awkwardly.
"Let's go shopping for dresses!" Pansy says, back to normal.
"WHAT!? Why? No dance is EVEN coming!" I say looking at Pansy in shock.
"Um, PAY ATTENTION! To like- the world Hermione! It says it on the Notice Board!" Pansy says, an evil smile appearing on her.
"PANSY! What are you going to do with that dress?" I say, scared of the answer.
"Let's see," Pansy says with an evil grin. Pansy drags me out of Hogwarts and plops me in a DRESS SHOP. "PANSY!" I yell.
"Yes!" she says innocently.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" I scream, as dozens of dresses come carting my way.
"Don't you love it!" a new voice said happily. "I'm sure she loves it," Pansy cuts in, with a glance in my direction.
"Of course I do," I lie.
"Oh great! What do you think of this?" the lady says, as she puts a golden/red dress in front of me.
"Nah. Too Lion-ish for me..." I say certainly.
"How about this?" she says, as she puts a silver, and green dress in front of me. It looks wonderful! The lining is silver, and the rest of the dress is a light/dark shade of green.
I look at Pansy in delight, "this is the one!" I mouth in happiness.
"How much is it?" I ask.
"Oh, 25 gallons...: the lady rattles off. I hand the lady the money, and help Pansy pick her dress. We end up finishing the shopping trip, in 5 hours. My dress took like 10 minutes. And Pansy sat there, looking at dress after dress for more than 4 hours. I honestly didn't get why she took so long to even do that! Dresses are not even THAT pretty... I mean mine looks okay, and whatever Pansy does to it, it will probably look amazing... But hmm.
As soon as we finish, Pansy races up to the common room, and yells at me to put on the dress.
I walk down the common room, feeling strangely like a princess. I hear lots of breathes drawn. "Hermione Granger? That can't be her? No!" is some of the whispers. I only heard one voice though, "Hermione Granger."
"Draco..."
"Hi Hermione. You look great. Preparing for the dance?" Draco asks me.
"Yeah. Pansy dragged me," I whisper.
"Oh. I see. Will you go the dance with me?" Draco asks quickly.
"Um, yeah. I will." I say, looking at the ground.
I hear a rush of clapping. "Um, thank you?" Draco offered.
Pansy then dragged me into her room, and Blaise dragged Draco into his room. Whatever Pansy was going to do, I'm sure that was what Blaise wa going to do.
A/N- My 10th reviewer will get a spoiler! OOH... The temptation!