Shadows of the mindscape
Hermione had spent the evening wandering in the silent beauty of the Hogwarts gardens, contemplating Draco's cryptic message to her. She was still a little wary of Ron and Harry and she needed some time to get a rational handle on the waves of emotion that were coursing through her.
There were pixies and fairies darting back and forth in the distance, their sparkle reminded her of the view from her bedroom at home, the whole city spread out glinting. Memories of nights spent marvelling at that vista ghosted in front of her eyes. Suddenly feeling homesick she briefly considered flying home on a broomstick to ask for advice from her all knowing Mother. She dismissed it almost instantly but it still left her with no idea about what to do about Draco. Who was the mysterious person who Draco so wanted to avoid.
Her mind wandered from thought to thought, finding no solace or peace in the quiet. She slumped down on one of the benches shivering slightly against the cold stone. "Dream of me"?? What could that mean? She stared up at the clear starry skies thinking. Her eyes began to lose focus and she shifted leaning back against the bench. It was so peaceful here, back in the castle lights were beginning to dim, she didn't want to head back yet. It felt nice to be alone for even this short time.
Her eyes began to close and she fell into the warm fuzzy darkness. There was a sudden jerking sensation and a sense of rushing fast through dark deep water. She started to panic, was she going to drown? Occasionally a silky substance would brush past her, slimy in the wet cold watery environment. She fell for what seemed like forever, once she'd got past her initial fear of drowning she had enjoyed the slow descent. Quite suddenly she was falling through air. She hit grass and swallowed back a curse or two as she stiffly got up. "I didn't know dreams were supposed to hurt" She stopped muttering when she took stock of where she was. Around for a radius of about five metres was fresh meadow bathed in sunshine. Fresh green grass and clover stalks. It could have been anywhere in southern England. With the exception that after the five meters the sky was dark and stormy and the grass brown and withered. The view got progressively worse until at about 50 metres there was a wall of solid blackness appeared.
"Hermione?" It was Draco, he had appeared at the edge of the circle of meadow. "What am I doing here?" Hermione asked curiously. Draco looked slightly concerned. "We have to go now, I don't have time to explain now, I will soon I promise." Hermione was about to ask what was going on when Draco lunged forward and tugged at her robes. The expression of terror was now revealed as his mask of calm slid off his face. "Now, we have to go now!" he hissed dragging her forward. She had no time to argue now as he pulled her onwards, his steps quickening as the sunshine maintained a tight circle round the couple.
They were moving through the darkness. It moved aside with a gentle rustle as Draco strode boldly through it. There was a growing wind picking up and the cornflower blue sky began to cloud over. Lightening flashed inside the darkness lighting up Draco's face set in hard determination and fierce concentration. "He's coming!" Draco sounded urgent. "We must run, once we reach the castle we will be safe" Hermione was puzzled. She couldn't see a castle. Abruptly a large stone building emerged out of the mist and darkness. The circle of light began to shrink. Draco broke into a run. Hermione followed at full pelt. The door was a few feet away. The circle was almost gone as Draco threw himself upon the iron grate and disappeared through it. Panicking Hermione pounded upon it as the darkness deepened around her. As the last vestiges of light vanished Draco's arm appeared through the metal and dragged her through.
Gasping she fell over into a small stone room. Draco sat silently on one of the wooden chairs, staring impassively while she regained her breath. At last she picked herself up and sat on the chair opposite his. "Tell me what is going on?" She demanded. Draco sighed and began to speak. "The vision you saw was of my past, I had always expressed the wish to discontinue the traditions of my family and marry whom I chose, this my father tolerated until I came of age because he believed it to merely a childhood fancy." His eyes hardened suddenly and he continued. "When I was due to arrive at Hogwarts my father demanded that I become a Death Eater and continue their efforts to kill Harry Potter. I refused and my Father realised that if I ever spoke out then he and the dark arts he loved would be crushed. He decided that the only solution was to curse me so he could control me. What you saw was the curse being performed"
It seemed as if he had waited an age to get his story out. He sat still staring at the stone walls of the room, silent. "He used the Imperius curse?" Hermione's voice quavered as she spoke. A small ironic smile appeared on Draco's pale face. "No" he whispered. "He was too clever, he realised that Dumbledore would discover a curse like that almost instantly". Hermione was beginning to realise what all that had happened over the last few days meant. "So what did he do?" She was whispering now, the atmosphere was sombre as they sat. He used a curse so ancient and terrible even Voldemort did not know of it. "Ever wondered why I resemble my Father so much in thought and word and deed" He hissed savagely. "I'll tell you why, because he is in me always, watching, controlling. Every thought I let him know of he twists into a perverted tease, forcing me to do and say what he wishes. I am trapped inside myself, unable to act out my wishes. Here in this room is the only place he cannot reach, my sanctuary" Draco stopped abruptly. "You will wake soon, I will not be able to speak with you again tonight, I will return to you when I can. Goodbye my Hermione" His voice was fading as those words were spoken. She awoke on the stone bench to the sound of birdsong. Her robes were wet with dew and stuck to her as she made her way back to the castle. The house elves skittered across the floor in front of her as she dreamily returned to her dormitory to change.
Yay!!! I wrote it, ok right I want a vote soppy badly written romance or a serious attempt to write the last few chapters. No seriously just review and tell me your opinion, I love the reviews.
Malfoy's Girl
Hermione had spent the evening wandering in the silent beauty of the Hogwarts gardens, contemplating Draco's cryptic message to her. She was still a little wary of Ron and Harry and she needed some time to get a rational handle on the waves of emotion that were coursing through her.
There were pixies and fairies darting back and forth in the distance, their sparkle reminded her of the view from her bedroom at home, the whole city spread out glinting. Memories of nights spent marvelling at that vista ghosted in front of her eyes. Suddenly feeling homesick she briefly considered flying home on a broomstick to ask for advice from her all knowing Mother. She dismissed it almost instantly but it still left her with no idea about what to do about Draco. Who was the mysterious person who Draco so wanted to avoid.
Her mind wandered from thought to thought, finding no solace or peace in the quiet. She slumped down on one of the benches shivering slightly against the cold stone. "Dream of me"?? What could that mean? She stared up at the clear starry skies thinking. Her eyes began to lose focus and she shifted leaning back against the bench. It was so peaceful here, back in the castle lights were beginning to dim, she didn't want to head back yet. It felt nice to be alone for even this short time.
Her eyes began to close and she fell into the warm fuzzy darkness. There was a sudden jerking sensation and a sense of rushing fast through dark deep water. She started to panic, was she going to drown? Occasionally a silky substance would brush past her, slimy in the wet cold watery environment. She fell for what seemed like forever, once she'd got past her initial fear of drowning she had enjoyed the slow descent. Quite suddenly she was falling through air. She hit grass and swallowed back a curse or two as she stiffly got up. "I didn't know dreams were supposed to hurt" She stopped muttering when she took stock of where she was. Around for a radius of about five metres was fresh meadow bathed in sunshine. Fresh green grass and clover stalks. It could have been anywhere in southern England. With the exception that after the five meters the sky was dark and stormy and the grass brown and withered. The view got progressively worse until at about 50 metres there was a wall of solid blackness appeared.
"Hermione?" It was Draco, he had appeared at the edge of the circle of meadow. "What am I doing here?" Hermione asked curiously. Draco looked slightly concerned. "We have to go now, I don't have time to explain now, I will soon I promise." Hermione was about to ask what was going on when Draco lunged forward and tugged at her robes. The expression of terror was now revealed as his mask of calm slid off his face. "Now, we have to go now!" he hissed dragging her forward. She had no time to argue now as he pulled her onwards, his steps quickening as the sunshine maintained a tight circle round the couple.
They were moving through the darkness. It moved aside with a gentle rustle as Draco strode boldly through it. There was a growing wind picking up and the cornflower blue sky began to cloud over. Lightening flashed inside the darkness lighting up Draco's face set in hard determination and fierce concentration. "He's coming!" Draco sounded urgent. "We must run, once we reach the castle we will be safe" Hermione was puzzled. She couldn't see a castle. Abruptly a large stone building emerged out of the mist and darkness. The circle of light began to shrink. Draco broke into a run. Hermione followed at full pelt. The door was a few feet away. The circle was almost gone as Draco threw himself upon the iron grate and disappeared through it. Panicking Hermione pounded upon it as the darkness deepened around her. As the last vestiges of light vanished Draco's arm appeared through the metal and dragged her through.
Gasping she fell over into a small stone room. Draco sat silently on one of the wooden chairs, staring impassively while she regained her breath. At last she picked herself up and sat on the chair opposite his. "Tell me what is going on?" She demanded. Draco sighed and began to speak. "The vision you saw was of my past, I had always expressed the wish to discontinue the traditions of my family and marry whom I chose, this my father tolerated until I came of age because he believed it to merely a childhood fancy." His eyes hardened suddenly and he continued. "When I was due to arrive at Hogwarts my father demanded that I become a Death Eater and continue their efforts to kill Harry Potter. I refused and my Father realised that if I ever spoke out then he and the dark arts he loved would be crushed. He decided that the only solution was to curse me so he could control me. What you saw was the curse being performed"
It seemed as if he had waited an age to get his story out. He sat still staring at the stone walls of the room, silent. "He used the Imperius curse?" Hermione's voice quavered as she spoke. A small ironic smile appeared on Draco's pale face. "No" he whispered. "He was too clever, he realised that Dumbledore would discover a curse like that almost instantly". Hermione was beginning to realise what all that had happened over the last few days meant. "So what did he do?" She was whispering now, the atmosphere was sombre as they sat. He used a curse so ancient and terrible even Voldemort did not know of it. "Ever wondered why I resemble my Father so much in thought and word and deed" He hissed savagely. "I'll tell you why, because he is in me always, watching, controlling. Every thought I let him know of he twists into a perverted tease, forcing me to do and say what he wishes. I am trapped inside myself, unable to act out my wishes. Here in this room is the only place he cannot reach, my sanctuary" Draco stopped abruptly. "You will wake soon, I will not be able to speak with you again tonight, I will return to you when I can. Goodbye my Hermione" His voice was fading as those words were spoken. She awoke on the stone bench to the sound of birdsong. Her robes were wet with dew and stuck to her as she made her way back to the castle. The house elves skittered across the floor in front of her as she dreamily returned to her dormitory to change.
Yay!!! I wrote it, ok right I want a vote soppy badly written romance or a serious attempt to write the last few chapters. No seriously just review and tell me your opinion, I love the reviews.
Malfoy's Girl