Disclaimer: I wish Draco was mine but he's not, nor is any of this stuff to do with Harry Potter!
Hi guys well I am nearly done there will be three more instalments of this story then you can look out for a few more little ones before the next big series I have planned....Infans Draco is one little fic I wrote when musing over the fics I had read, check it out I think you'll like it :) Oh right yeah, can somebody please review!!!! I have only 39 and very badly want more :(
Draco sat quietly in the stone room after Hermione had awoken and left, thinking over their night's discussion. He could feel the power of the curse all around him, he was confined to this small circle of peace, beyond that his mind was a slumbering monster straining to awaken. Morning was normally a time when he would come close to breaking , he loathed this helpless manipulation of his body and soul. Feeling the dawn of the sun and being dimly aware of natures joy at a new day made him feel more alone than ever. Still Hermione's link with him gave him hope, he felt a direct connection to the world outside the self for the first time in years.
He stretched out his feelings, reaching for the glow hidden deep inside his most private guarded secrets. Not even his father's close proximity could surrender Draco's hold over those thoughts, they were the only part of himself that had remained untouched and clean from the curse. It was here that his link to Hermione was kept, his awareness viewed it as a small diamond glowing crystal white, and it was this he now clutched in his slim hands.
A world away deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts Hermione Granger shuddered violently. Her quill skittered across the paper leaving an inky trail. Ron turned to her in surprise, "Are you alright Hermione?" She shivered once more and then rearranged her robes, "Yes, I'm fine" She said sounding strangely distant. She felt very odd, all tingly as if electricity was running up and down her spine. "Hermione?" The voice came through like a thought inside her head, it wasn't part of her thoughts it was alien, coming from outside of her. "Is it Draco?" She wondered. A sudden realisation of what he was doing occurred to her. There was a sudden sense of relief inside her from the same place as the message. "Yes" the thoughts said "I have a few moments, I sense that my Father is growing closer, he does not yet know that you have found me. I fear that if he comes to Hogwarts then he will awaken me. His nearness also means we will lose what little time we have. If he find you then he will use me to kill you without hesitation." The last string of thoughts sounded concerned and almost desperate. The feelings suddenly vanished from her mind leaving a hole that she had not felt beforehand. "Draco!" She murmured, a kaleidoscope of emotions playing out inside her.
Her attention had just returned to the world around her when there was a snigger from beside her. It was Harry, he had a mischievous, yet disbelieving grin on his face. "What?" she snapped feeling irritated that she'd said something out loud. "You were murmuring Draco's name, only a few days after wandering the corridors at midnight with him, and catching the cold he had, I wonder how you caught that!" Hermione flushed red and Harry and Ron resorted to more sniggers. She huffed angrily, but remembering Draco's warning said nothing in the way of explanation.
They were still teasing her that evening at tea. They were convinced that she had a secret relationship with Draco Malfoy. She almost laughed at the ridiculousness of this assumption. Although her feeling for the boy trapped underneath the hideous curse were more confusing. She concentrated on her Shepherd's Pie, her thoughts drifting aimlessly around the events of the day. She felt a warmth creep in to her heart and a mental smile and wave from Draco helped to restore her good mood.
As she finished the last of her ice cream, Dumbledore rose to address the school. "I trust you have all had a thoroughly enjoyable day, I have several important announcements to make before we all depart for the evening. I would like to remind all Ravenclaws who expressed and interest in a hands on muggle studies trip to hand in their permission slip and five galleons to Professor Flitwick by the end of this week" There was a general low muttering from the Ravenclaw and Dumbledore clapped his hands to regain control. "Finally I am sure you will join me in welcoming Mr Lucius Malfoy, an official from the Ministry who is here on an inspection of our defences in light of Voldemort's recent revival. On a more personal note I would like to offer my sorrow at Draco's illness and my sincere hope of his recovery" Mr Malfoy nodded curtly in recognition. Not a trace of emotion showed in his eyes as he surveyed the school, Hermione was frozen in near horror, Lucius was here! What was she to do? She stared in horrid fascination at the man who had mercilessly condemned his only son to a life of solitary torture. His eye's met hers. Her heart went cold as if a dagger of ice was piercing deep into her core. She dropped her eyes quickly and joined in the half-hearted applause.
Draco was aware there was something awry. He retreated back to his private core and waited, if what he feared was true then he could end up responsible for not only his own death but for Hermione's as well. There was darkness near him. His dim awareness of the world didn't let him see much but he could see great evil and selfless goodness. Right now he could sense the former so strongly it clouded out all other thought. He suddenly felt alarm from Hermione. His link with her made it much easier for him to access her emotions. She was feeling pure horror, she was thinking something too but he couldn't get a real sense on it.
The dark centre was moving closer to him. He began to realise as it grew near just what it was. Lucius Malfoy had come to Hogwarts to see his son. Draco began to feel pangs of fear in his stomach. He tried to retreat deeper into himself. He could still sense the approach of his father. The entity that was known to the world as Draco began to stir. As the scared and frightened Draco stared the metaphorical landscape around him began to morph and change. Sticky black liquid oozed around the trees and meadow, swallowing them, overcoming what little Draco had regained with terrifying ease. He felt the familiar crushing presence of his darker self return to it's former strength. Lucius Malfoy's hand reached for the door handle and Draco's eyes flickered open. He smirked as the haughty cloaked figure entered the room. "Good timing Father." Trapped inside his private prison Draco made himself small and hoped Hermione was doing the same.
Hi guys well I am nearly done there will be three more instalments of this story then you can look out for a few more little ones before the next big series I have planned....Infans Draco is one little fic I wrote when musing over the fics I had read, check it out I think you'll like it :) Oh right yeah, can somebody please review!!!! I have only 39 and very badly want more :(
Draco sat quietly in the stone room after Hermione had awoken and left, thinking over their night's discussion. He could feel the power of the curse all around him, he was confined to this small circle of peace, beyond that his mind was a slumbering monster straining to awaken. Morning was normally a time when he would come close to breaking , he loathed this helpless manipulation of his body and soul. Feeling the dawn of the sun and being dimly aware of natures joy at a new day made him feel more alone than ever. Still Hermione's link with him gave him hope, he felt a direct connection to the world outside the self for the first time in years.
He stretched out his feelings, reaching for the glow hidden deep inside his most private guarded secrets. Not even his father's close proximity could surrender Draco's hold over those thoughts, they were the only part of himself that had remained untouched and clean from the curse. It was here that his link to Hermione was kept, his awareness viewed it as a small diamond glowing crystal white, and it was this he now clutched in his slim hands.
A world away deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts Hermione Granger shuddered violently. Her quill skittered across the paper leaving an inky trail. Ron turned to her in surprise, "Are you alright Hermione?" She shivered once more and then rearranged her robes, "Yes, I'm fine" She said sounding strangely distant. She felt very odd, all tingly as if electricity was running up and down her spine. "Hermione?" The voice came through like a thought inside her head, it wasn't part of her thoughts it was alien, coming from outside of her. "Is it Draco?" She wondered. A sudden realisation of what he was doing occurred to her. There was a sudden sense of relief inside her from the same place as the message. "Yes" the thoughts said "I have a few moments, I sense that my Father is growing closer, he does not yet know that you have found me. I fear that if he comes to Hogwarts then he will awaken me. His nearness also means we will lose what little time we have. If he find you then he will use me to kill you without hesitation." The last string of thoughts sounded concerned and almost desperate. The feelings suddenly vanished from her mind leaving a hole that she had not felt beforehand. "Draco!" She murmured, a kaleidoscope of emotions playing out inside her.
Her attention had just returned to the world around her when there was a snigger from beside her. It was Harry, he had a mischievous, yet disbelieving grin on his face. "What?" she snapped feeling irritated that she'd said something out loud. "You were murmuring Draco's name, only a few days after wandering the corridors at midnight with him, and catching the cold he had, I wonder how you caught that!" Hermione flushed red and Harry and Ron resorted to more sniggers. She huffed angrily, but remembering Draco's warning said nothing in the way of explanation.
They were still teasing her that evening at tea. They were convinced that she had a secret relationship with Draco Malfoy. She almost laughed at the ridiculousness of this assumption. Although her feeling for the boy trapped underneath the hideous curse were more confusing. She concentrated on her Shepherd's Pie, her thoughts drifting aimlessly around the events of the day. She felt a warmth creep in to her heart and a mental smile and wave from Draco helped to restore her good mood.
As she finished the last of her ice cream, Dumbledore rose to address the school. "I trust you have all had a thoroughly enjoyable day, I have several important announcements to make before we all depart for the evening. I would like to remind all Ravenclaws who expressed and interest in a hands on muggle studies trip to hand in their permission slip and five galleons to Professor Flitwick by the end of this week" There was a general low muttering from the Ravenclaw and Dumbledore clapped his hands to regain control. "Finally I am sure you will join me in welcoming Mr Lucius Malfoy, an official from the Ministry who is here on an inspection of our defences in light of Voldemort's recent revival. On a more personal note I would like to offer my sorrow at Draco's illness and my sincere hope of his recovery" Mr Malfoy nodded curtly in recognition. Not a trace of emotion showed in his eyes as he surveyed the school, Hermione was frozen in near horror, Lucius was here! What was she to do? She stared in horrid fascination at the man who had mercilessly condemned his only son to a life of solitary torture. His eye's met hers. Her heart went cold as if a dagger of ice was piercing deep into her core. She dropped her eyes quickly and joined in the half-hearted applause.
Draco was aware there was something awry. He retreated back to his private core and waited, if what he feared was true then he could end up responsible for not only his own death but for Hermione's as well. There was darkness near him. His dim awareness of the world didn't let him see much but he could see great evil and selfless goodness. Right now he could sense the former so strongly it clouded out all other thought. He suddenly felt alarm from Hermione. His link with her made it much easier for him to access her emotions. She was feeling pure horror, she was thinking something too but he couldn't get a real sense on it.
The dark centre was moving closer to him. He began to realise as it grew near just what it was. Lucius Malfoy had come to Hogwarts to see his son. Draco began to feel pangs of fear in his stomach. He tried to retreat deeper into himself. He could still sense the approach of his father. The entity that was known to the world as Draco began to stir. As the scared and frightened Draco stared the metaphorical landscape around him began to morph and change. Sticky black liquid oozed around the trees and meadow, swallowing them, overcoming what little Draco had regained with terrifying ease. He felt the familiar crushing presence of his darker self return to it's former strength. Lucius Malfoy's hand reached for the door handle and Draco's eyes flickered open. He smirked as the haughty cloaked figure entered the room. "Good timing Father." Trapped inside his private prison Draco made himself small and hoped Hermione was doing the same.