When The Sun Rises
Chapter 3-
Her Life In His Hands
When Hermione opened her eyes, she was in what looked like a dungeon. She remembered fainting,
and the mysterious dreariness of the library, and the book. She looked down and saw she was wearing a medeival-like dress.
It was sapphire blue with lace sleeves, a silky top with a silver line down the middle, and a blue lace, glittering skirt spreading
out from the silky V at the waist. It was beautiful, but the dungeon wasn't. The walls were dark, damp, and gray.
It was cold and unwelcoming. The rock door of the dungeon swung open to reveal nothing. Hermione wasn't stupid,
someone had just come in wearing an invisibility cloak. She stood up and tried to reach for the invisible cloak and try to
pull it off. After a while, she finally got hold of it, but the person was fighting back. After a very hard tug, the cloak
was removed and Hermione fell back with a thud, holding the cloak in her hand. When she sat up, she gasped at the sight of
Draco Malfoy, covered in dirt and dust. They stared at each other. "You!" She shouted. "What am I doing here? I knew you
were following me, but this is too much!" Hermione shouted with such ferosity that she hardly ever showed.
"Sit down and let me explain." Draco said, trying to be calm while Hermione was pacing about, shouting at him.
She sat down across from him. "Explain." She said angrily. "Well, my father wanted to- uh- well, he sort of wanted me to um,
bring a- well, you see I-" Draco stopped when he saw the hurt look on Hermione's face.
Her expression had gone from anger to pain. "A mudblood, right?
He wanted you to bring a mudblood here so he could kill them." Hermione said, looking down. "Well, not exactly. He wanted
me to bring a mud- muggle born witch or wizard here to, uh-well I'm not exactly sure." Draco said, ashamed of his father.
"Well, I know what he was going to do. What any death eater would do with 'mudbloods',
he would use us for power, domination, I know more then you think Draco, I don't read all those books and learn nothing!"
Hermione said, on the verge of tears, trying to stay strong. Draco was more ashamed now then ever, he should have
been calling her names by now, or left, she was Hermione Granger! Stuck-up mudblood teachers pet! Something was
stopping him. Something that was making him sit there and not say a word.
"What should I do now? Where do I go? What is your father going to do with me? Come on, you must have a master
plan, your a Malfoy!" Hermione raged, several tears escaping from her eyes. "I am not scared of you, Draco." Hermione
said, surprised at her braveness. Draco was shocked at how un-shy she was.
Without another word, Draco stood up and motioned Hermione to follow. He opened the dungeon door. Hermione
and Draco were standing in Knockturn Alley. Hermione didn't say anything, just followed as Draco walked
through the crowd of un-happy looking people. When they reached a big building,
Draco walked up the stairs. He went to open the door, but before he did, he looked back at Hermione,
who was trying to be strong, trying to hold back her tears. Draco didn't know what came over him, but he
covered her with his invisibility cloak, walked in his mansion with an invisible Hermione behind him, and led her up to the attic.
When they were in the attic, Draco pulled off the cloak. They sat on the wooden attic floor in silence for an awkward moment.
Then Hermioen said, "Just tell me what will become of me here, if anything." Hermione said in a whisper tone.
Draco looked down, then at her. "I don't know, it all depends on-" Draco stopped. "On what?" Hermione asked.
Hermione could see the look on Draco's face, but she could not interpret it. "On me." Draco said. Hermione then
realized that her life was in the hands of Draco Malfoy, which was scary, but what was scarier to her was that she wasn't
sure if she was furious, or glad.
Chapter 3-
Her Life In His Hands
When Hermione opened her eyes, she was in what looked like a dungeon. She remembered fainting,
and the mysterious dreariness of the library, and the book. She looked down and saw she was wearing a medeival-like dress.
It was sapphire blue with lace sleeves, a silky top with a silver line down the middle, and a blue lace, glittering skirt spreading
out from the silky V at the waist. It was beautiful, but the dungeon wasn't. The walls were dark, damp, and gray.
It was cold and unwelcoming. The rock door of the dungeon swung open to reveal nothing. Hermione wasn't stupid,
someone had just come in wearing an invisibility cloak. She stood up and tried to reach for the invisible cloak and try to
pull it off. After a while, she finally got hold of it, but the person was fighting back. After a very hard tug, the cloak
was removed and Hermione fell back with a thud, holding the cloak in her hand. When she sat up, she gasped at the sight of
Draco Malfoy, covered in dirt and dust. They stared at each other. "You!" She shouted. "What am I doing here? I knew you
were following me, but this is too much!" Hermione shouted with such ferosity that she hardly ever showed.
"Sit down and let me explain." Draco said, trying to be calm while Hermione was pacing about, shouting at him.
She sat down across from him. "Explain." She said angrily. "Well, my father wanted to- uh- well, he sort of wanted me to um,
bring a- well, you see I-" Draco stopped when he saw the hurt look on Hermione's face.
Her expression had gone from anger to pain. "A mudblood, right?
He wanted you to bring a mudblood here so he could kill them." Hermione said, looking down. "Well, not exactly. He wanted
me to bring a mud- muggle born witch or wizard here to, uh-well I'm not exactly sure." Draco said, ashamed of his father.
"Well, I know what he was going to do. What any death eater would do with 'mudbloods',
he would use us for power, domination, I know more then you think Draco, I don't read all those books and learn nothing!"
Hermione said, on the verge of tears, trying to stay strong. Draco was more ashamed now then ever, he should have
been calling her names by now, or left, she was Hermione Granger! Stuck-up mudblood teachers pet! Something was
stopping him. Something that was making him sit there and not say a word.
"What should I do now? Where do I go? What is your father going to do with me? Come on, you must have a master
plan, your a Malfoy!" Hermione raged, several tears escaping from her eyes. "I am not scared of you, Draco." Hermione
said, surprised at her braveness. Draco was shocked at how un-shy she was.
Without another word, Draco stood up and motioned Hermione to follow. He opened the dungeon door. Hermione
and Draco were standing in Knockturn Alley. Hermione didn't say anything, just followed as Draco walked
through the crowd of un-happy looking people. When they reached a big building,
Draco walked up the stairs. He went to open the door, but before he did, he looked back at Hermione,
who was trying to be strong, trying to hold back her tears. Draco didn't know what came over him, but he
covered her with his invisibility cloak, walked in his mansion with an invisible Hermione behind him, and led her up to the attic.
When they were in the attic, Draco pulled off the cloak. They sat on the wooden attic floor in silence for an awkward moment.
Then Hermioen said, "Just tell me what will become of me here, if anything." Hermione said in a whisper tone.
Draco looked down, then at her. "I don't know, it all depends on-" Draco stopped. "On what?" Hermione asked.
Hermione could see the look on Draco's face, but she could not interpret it. "On me." Draco said. Hermione then
realized that her life was in the hands of Draco Malfoy, which was scary, but what was scarier to her was that she wasn't
sure if she was furious, or glad.
