Draco paled. Hermione knew it, because his grip on her lessened. They were so scared that they would be found by Snape, they held their breath, as being innocent wouldn't help them a bit.
Draco silently searched his pockets. Yes! There it is, he thought. No, it's only my pencil!
He sighed inwardly, cursing himself for keeping such rubbish in his pockets.
Well, they always thought I was evil…Wait, if I'm the other one…and I'm evil too…then…then, even Draco couldn't think of what may happen.
As Snape swept into his office, Draco muttered "Unvisablate," causing the two to reappear.
"Granger…" said Draco, uncertainly.
"Huh?"
"Gimme that book. I want to see what it says about counteracting two evils."
Grabbing the book he read:
Since people who are truly evil are incapable of loving, one of the two must learn to love. Or both, if the present medium thinks the magical world needs a miracle, to end the natural chaos and destruction.
"Hey, what's cha-os?" Draco asked, yawning.
"It's pronounced kay-ahs!" she said, taking the book away from him to read it.
As she did, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Why do you want to know how to counteract it?" she asked, looking up at him, with hair falling into her face. "And why be so pessimistic and assume the that the other half is evil, as well?" she asked, suspiciously.
"Because Malfoys are like that!" he said quickly, not wanting to spill yet, as his wand may be on him, somewhere, in one of his many pockets.
"Oh," said Hermione, going back to reading.
You know, he thought. She's not that bad looking…All those times I kissed her, I must have known something…In the back of my head…I wouldn't mind turning good though…
Draco didn't like the Dark Arts. Never had, never would. When he was young, his father had been, well, almost fatherly. But ever since Voldemort had risen again, he father had changed. Draco hated Voldemort with a passion, for what he had done to Lucius.
He's lying, she though. I know it. He's hiding something, and it's not just the dirty family secrets.
"Be right back," he said, getting up and going down the stairs, to see if his wand was really down there.
Hermione watched is retreating back, with a sense of doom.
As the top of his head disappeared, someone grabbed her from behind.
"Mpft!" she said, as the man clamped his cold hand over Hermione's warm mouth. She could feel only four fingers…It could be only one person…
As he swiftly tied her hands by saying "Knotable", Hermione was promising herself that she'd make up for what she was about to do.
She sunk her teeth into the man's hand, causing him to yell, alerting Draco, downstairs in his dorm. He knew Hermione's scream and that, was not it. He grabbed his wand off of his table and took the stairs two at a time.
I'll brush my teeth a hundred times a…day, she thought slowly, as the man stunned her.
Draco saw a man, holding Hermione in a headlock, with the injury hand's arm. Her hands were tied and her eyelids were fluttering, as if she'd been knocked out, and she was gagged.
The man was so involved in wrapping his hand, dictating to the cloth with his wand; he didn't notice Draco going around the edge of the room, only to sneak up behind him.
Draco was thinking of how he could safely knock the man out, without harming Hermione. Stunning was out, he'd fall and squish her.
The man suddenly turned around, looked Draco in the eye and said, "Boo." Draco yelled as the man pointed at him, and said "Stupefy" using his now bandaged hand.
He used a charm to make them float alongside him, and he raced down the halls, and up the stairs of Hogwarts, to safely make it to the Whomping Willow. He ran the full length of the passageway; to be sure he wasn't on Hogwarts ground anymore.
Then, he grabbed the two teens, and apparated to Voldemort's lair.
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"Master, I have the girl, along with the young Malay," he said, throwing the now conscious Drake down, giving him time to roll, to break the semi-conscious Hermione's fall from the hard floor.
"Omph"
"Thank you, Pettigrew," said Voldemort, motioning for him to leave. "So…You protect the mudblood, but not your family honor?" spat Voldemort.
"Yes," said Draco, already up and supporting Hermione. "My father may not have taught me much, be he told me, always protect a lady from harm, death, or danger."
Voldemort snorted and said, "What a gentleman," before yelling, "Men! Take them away, I'll deal with them another time," he said, as two cloaked figures stepped out of the shadows.
One grabbed Hermione, while the bigger one, grabbed Draco.
They led the two down stairs, through halls, and up even more stairs, to finally make it to the dark, damp dungeons.
The man with Hermione unlocked the door, while the other opened it.
They threw the two young adults into the mini prison. Hermione hit the hard stone first, and then she knew nothing more, as she welcomed the wave of blackness, like a lost child, reuniting with its mother.
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A/N: Well…This was…short…I wanted to end it in a few other spots, but, I made it as long as I wanted…Sorry it's late. Lol. Well, I have about a biggilion reviews! Actually, 33.
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