OH no!! What has happened to poor Hermie?! Save her Draco, save her!!! LOL yeah but our two past enimies r now sweeties. AWE!!! LEATHER!! is all I'm gonna say so have fun Oh and I'll try to put more chapters up asap!!! Love all my readers who will hopefully review because if I'm writing this for no one what's the point? Read ON!!!!
The doors flew open and there stood Draco with Hermione in his arms. Sirius looked up to see her in his arms and ran over too see what was wrong.
"Did she get hit in the head, did you scare her? What did you do?" Sirius was checking over her as Mc Gonagall rushed over to see what the problem was.
"Someone put a spell on her. Wormtail." He said surprisingly calm for his state of mind. In his head, he was shakin' in his boots. What was wrong with Hermione? But his reasoning told him that if he remained calm he would find out soon. "It hit her in the back, she's
fina and all but she's unconcious or in a sleep state."
Sirius pulled out his wand.
"Well she's not dead, so let's try a revival charm." Pointing it at her chest, he muttered the spell. She didn't wake up. "Hmmm. That's never happened before." Flicking the tip of his wand, it indicated that it was working just fine. "I wonder why it isn't working."
"Sirius, your wand is fine. Minerva, round up the students and get the prefects to take them back to their rooms. It seems we have some upset death eaters." Dumbledore had appeared and looked none too happy. His usual twinkling eyes were extinguished and were stoney. "Draco, bring Hermione and come with me. We have to figure out what happened to her." Turning on his heel, he walked briskly toward his office.
Dumbledore sat at his desk, his long nimble fingers now lay folded within eachother on the desk. His half moon glasses sat on the edge of his nose. He sighed as he pushed them up.
"Now Draco. If I'm correct, the culprit who attacked you two in the courtyard, used no ordinary spell did he not?" He looked up.
"I didn't hear all of it, but I remember that it started with an Ex and ended in a y. The spell was grey sparks. Wormtail cast it." He had Hermione curled up in his lap.
"Wormtail? I thought Harry took him out this summer. Hmmmm, I saw him. I knew he was dead. The only thing that can revive a wizard is of that of a dead one's power. Like, like a descendant. When one dies it is passed on to whomever thay chose. So I guess, oh no, that's bad. Very very bad!"
"What?" Draco watched as the older man paced the room. Fawkes, the pheonix, sat on its perch watching intently at its master.
"If Voldemort has passed on his power to Wormtail. This could be bad. He would have nho control over powers of spell and could kill millions. Worse than Voldemort ever tried. And what's worse it would be a revenge which would put rage in there. Oh goodness we have to find him. He could get the dementors and God knows what on his side." Dumbledore flopped in his large chair.
"What about Hermione? She's one of our best hopes." Draco put in.
"I don't know what kind of spell he put on her so you must be with her 24/7. Sleep with her, and you are exempt of all classes until further notice. I will be down shortly to research with you about a counuter spell. You, my lad, are going to help me." Dumbledore kept stuttering and getting up and down.
"I'll do that now." Draco picked up Hermione.
"Yes, go change her clothes and I'll be along shortly." He waved a hand indicating he could go." Walking out of the hole in the wall, the hall were scarily empty. Draco atleast suspected to see some lost first year ask for directions. Usually from Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw.
He looked dow to his fallen beauty. Her hair she had taken so long to do was disheveled, her dress hung from her long legs.
"I'll find Wormtail and make him pay." Placing a kiss on her forehead he mumbled the password. "Bellyflop." The stone sphinx jumped aside and let him pass.
He had to change her. he about dropped her when the thought came to mind. That meant he had to see her with out clothes.
'Oh this is hardly the time. Have respect.' He set her on his bed and padded over to her room to grab a nightgown. Grabbing the first within reach, he went back to his room.
He saw her lying on the bed as if it were a dream. Swallowing hard he went over to the bed. Setting the nightgown beside her, he turned her over to get to the ties. his shaking hands grabbed the ends to the ribbons that held the dress together and pulled them. The bow came undone and the dress slowly loosened. He gulped. Closing his eyes he began to peel away the dress. Pulling the bodice over her head, he threw it and grabbed for the nightgown. His eyes snapped open when he was shuffling around in the dark looking for the gown. Skin, he had grabbed skin!!! Pullinhg it away like he had been burned he quickly snatched up the gown and shoved it on her head covering herself.
His usually pale skin was flushed and he was tingling all over. Just a touch of Hermione in the wrong spot. ACCIDENTALLY. Sent sparks through him. Tugging off her ballroom skirt, he looked at the nightgown he had grabbed. Groaning he wanted to bang his head against a waal for making such an appealing choice. It was skimpy and was making no help for his arrousal.
Running his fingers through his hair, he undressed to his boxers and climbed into bed. Hermone just lay there in a catatonic state.he took her in his arms and fell asleep to where this was real and Hermione was in his arms by choice, not because she was a vegetable.
Draco was woken the next morning by sharp knocking on his door. Sitting up quickly, he stumbled over to the door and opened it to see a glum looking Dumbledore. He stood there with a stack of books in his arms.
"Mr. Malfoy, up, up! We have research to do!" Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he reached for his house coat. Following his teacher, until a lightbulb went off and he ran off to grab Hermione. Dumbledore did say that he had to have her with him at all times.
"Good Morning Professor." Draco yawned as he sat on the couch in the study.
"Here, spells by alphbetacle order. Read the effect before asking." Dumbledore dropped a giant book infront of Draco.
"Can I have some coffee?" Draco moaned.
"Of course." Lifting his wand he summoned a cup and a pot of coffee. "Drink away, and don't spill it on the books." He said curtly. Draco smiled as the caffine took affect on his tired body. He opened the old book to the f's and thumbed back a few pages. He started at the ex's and worked forward reading the spells one by one.
Hours went by and noon came closer and closer. His eyes drooped and the caffine did its job keeping him awake until something else helped the process.
"expilerimus, Expilirimy, Expiliry!" He laid his finger on it. "Dumbledore! This is it!!" Reading over its effects it fit the description. "Catatonic like state until the counter curse is put upon its victim. But if left in the state for too long, the person or thing will die in 48 hours of its application." Draco looked up to Dumbledore. "We have to find it!" He looked to the inscription again. "The counter curse is Catatilerous. (like my fake spell oh yeah!!) and must be done in the place where it was set." He looked up. "come on!" Draco hoisted Hermione over his shoulder, fireman style, and grabbed his wand. Rushing out of the room, Dumbledore sat finishing his coffee, then he got up and left.
When he arrived in Draco's wake, he saw an eager Draco trying to figure out where him and Hermione were the night before. He kept looking up at the windows, trying to align himself with something. When he stood dead center of the stained glass window behind some rose bushes, he shouted.
"I've got it. Alright, hit her with the spell." Setting her against him. He waited for Dumbledore to cast the spell.
Dumbledore sighed. Pulling out his wand he thought. 'I pity the love sick fool.' "Alright, Catatilerous!" Azure sparks flew out the end out Dumbledore's wand into Hermione's back. She still wore her nightgown because Draco forgat to change her. And Draco was none better, he stood there in his boxers and housecoat.
Hermione's eyes flew open as she put a death grip on Draco's shoulders as she joined the land of wakefullness. Sucking in a giant breath she looked around. It was morning, just a second ago it was night time.
"Draco? Draco! Wha' What happened?" She looked up to him Draco hugged her. Holding her to him, Draco smelled her hair, and thanked every god under the stars that the counter curse had worked. She pulled back. "Draco?" She looked down. "Why do I have my nightie on and you're just in your boxers?" She smiled evilly.
"Miss Granger." Dumbledore coughed behind her. Her head whipped around catching the headmaster looking at her chuckling. "Shall we? We do have a giant problem on our hands. I'm sure you would like more clothes on and an explanation of course. Which Mr. Malfoy will provide."
"Oh yes, uh sure, uh thing Professor." Draco saluted his teacher and got Hermione to walk infront of him while they went in the castle again.
"Draco, why am I walking in front?" Hermione asked trying to turn around.
"No! Just keep walking I'll explain in the room." He said tightly. (Hmmmm wonder what his problem is?) Hermione furrowed her brows, confused she began to wonder until she felt something behind her.
"Oh my Lord! Draco" She gasped.
"Don't say anything just hurry. I don't want to be anymore embarrassed than I already am." He pushed her toward the sphinx and muttered bellyflop. The large stone figure jumped aside letting them enter.
"Now, Draco." She turned around to only see Draco rush off to his room. "Draco? What, ARE you doing?" She banged on his door.
"I'm changing! You should too!" He yelled from the confines of the room. She looked down at her attire and realized that all she had on was a tiny nightgown that you could see all the way down.
"Silly me!" She skipped to her room to change.
Draco stepped out of his a whole lot better after his cold shower and change of clothes. He now wore a pair of leather pants. ( Think Dave Navarro) and a black wife beater. He wore dragon hide boots, black of course, and his wet hair hung over his face in places. Taking the lighter he had gotten from his father a few years back, he was playing with it when an opening of the door across the room caused him to burn his self.
"Ow!" He cursed. With his thumb in his mouth, he looked up and dropped the lighter.
Hermione was also in ass tight leather pants, and a shirt with some muggle name across the chest. Hooters? The O's in the name were the owl's eyes and the writing was in orange. her leather boots were high heeled making her form look thinner and legs longer.
"Oops!" Hermione had dropped something behind her, Draco didn't care what, but she had dropped something that made her turn around. She had to spread her legs to bend over because she was really tall with the boots on, and the pants tightened across her rear. Draco's eyes widened and the burnt thumb he had been sucking on fell from his mouth.
"For the love of God." He murmured as she stood up and tucked the dropped item into her pocket. Walking forward she picked up the lighter and stood infront of him.
"Here Draco, you dropped this." She said, her voice smoothness resembling silk. He blinked a couple of times coming back to reality slowly.
"Uh, uh, yeah, uh, thanks, yeah. He, he, so? Look a likes or what?" He stuttered out.
"Yeah I guess so. So how about my explanation on what's going on?" She asked as innocent as she sounded.
His shoulders slumped as he sighed. Flooping back in the chair he sat with his legs spread and arms hanging over the arm rests of the chairs.
"Wormtail, he's taking over as the next you-know - who. Remember last year when you killed my father? And Potter killed Voldemort, well if you saw that the sniveling little git was holding him all through it. When he passed, His powers went from his body into Wormtail's. He struck you with a rare but deadly spell last night. It took me all day to find it. With Dumbledore's help of course. But if we hadn't of found that spell, you would've died tomarrow." Hermione sat shocked. This was not the ordinary Draco she once knew. He was supposed to hate her, call her mudblood, and taunt her bushy hair. But she saw the anger in his eyes when he told her about her fall. "You almost died, and Sirius had a fit last night from seeing you in my arms unconcious." He tried to push away the look that HE was worried. But it was the swirling greyish blues in his eyes that gave him away.
"Thank you." Hermione got up from her chair and hugged Draco. His chin was nestled between her cleavage and she smelled of roses. She sat in his lap and kissed his cheek. "I knew there was a heart in there somewhere." He scowled at her.
"Classes are out for the next week until the premises is scanned for intruders. "
"Know what?"
"What?"
"I missed the Halloween Ball!" She wailed. Draco burst out laughing.
"You didn't miss a thing." He smirked.
"Not a thing? Promise?"
"Yes I promise." He kissed he cheek and stood up, bringing her with him. "But Dumbledore wants us to start making some potions we can keep on hand, plus some spells we can keep on hand." He pulled the parchment from his pocket and scanned over the contents.
Hermione giggled when Draco's eyes widened on one particular potion. He slammed the paper in his lap and glared into nothing.
"I'm going to murder the old bat." He said angrily.
The doors flew open and there stood Draco with Hermione in his arms. Sirius looked up to see her in his arms and ran over too see what was wrong.
"Did she get hit in the head, did you scare her? What did you do?" Sirius was checking over her as Mc Gonagall rushed over to see what the problem was.
"Someone put a spell on her. Wormtail." He said surprisingly calm for his state of mind. In his head, he was shakin' in his boots. What was wrong with Hermione? But his reasoning told him that if he remained calm he would find out soon. "It hit her in the back, she's
fina and all but she's unconcious or in a sleep state."
Sirius pulled out his wand.
"Well she's not dead, so let's try a revival charm." Pointing it at her chest, he muttered the spell. She didn't wake up. "Hmmm. That's never happened before." Flicking the tip of his wand, it indicated that it was working just fine. "I wonder why it isn't working."
"Sirius, your wand is fine. Minerva, round up the students and get the prefects to take them back to their rooms. It seems we have some upset death eaters." Dumbledore had appeared and looked none too happy. His usual twinkling eyes were extinguished and were stoney. "Draco, bring Hermione and come with me. We have to figure out what happened to her." Turning on his heel, he walked briskly toward his office.
Dumbledore sat at his desk, his long nimble fingers now lay folded within eachother on the desk. His half moon glasses sat on the edge of his nose. He sighed as he pushed them up.
"Now Draco. If I'm correct, the culprit who attacked you two in the courtyard, used no ordinary spell did he not?" He looked up.
"I didn't hear all of it, but I remember that it started with an Ex and ended in a y. The spell was grey sparks. Wormtail cast it." He had Hermione curled up in his lap.
"Wormtail? I thought Harry took him out this summer. Hmmmm, I saw him. I knew he was dead. The only thing that can revive a wizard is of that of a dead one's power. Like, like a descendant. When one dies it is passed on to whomever thay chose. So I guess, oh no, that's bad. Very very bad!"
"What?" Draco watched as the older man paced the room. Fawkes, the pheonix, sat on its perch watching intently at its master.
"If Voldemort has passed on his power to Wormtail. This could be bad. He would have nho control over powers of spell and could kill millions. Worse than Voldemort ever tried. And what's worse it would be a revenge which would put rage in there. Oh goodness we have to find him. He could get the dementors and God knows what on his side." Dumbledore flopped in his large chair.
"What about Hermione? She's one of our best hopes." Draco put in.
"I don't know what kind of spell he put on her so you must be with her 24/7. Sleep with her, and you are exempt of all classes until further notice. I will be down shortly to research with you about a counuter spell. You, my lad, are going to help me." Dumbledore kept stuttering and getting up and down.
"I'll do that now." Draco picked up Hermione.
"Yes, go change her clothes and I'll be along shortly." He waved a hand indicating he could go." Walking out of the hole in the wall, the hall were scarily empty. Draco atleast suspected to see some lost first year ask for directions. Usually from Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw.
He looked dow to his fallen beauty. Her hair she had taken so long to do was disheveled, her dress hung from her long legs.
"I'll find Wormtail and make him pay." Placing a kiss on her forehead he mumbled the password. "Bellyflop." The stone sphinx jumped aside and let him pass.
He had to change her. he about dropped her when the thought came to mind. That meant he had to see her with out clothes.
'Oh this is hardly the time. Have respect.' He set her on his bed and padded over to her room to grab a nightgown. Grabbing the first within reach, he went back to his room.
He saw her lying on the bed as if it were a dream. Swallowing hard he went over to the bed. Setting the nightgown beside her, he turned her over to get to the ties. his shaking hands grabbed the ends to the ribbons that held the dress together and pulled them. The bow came undone and the dress slowly loosened. He gulped. Closing his eyes he began to peel away the dress. Pulling the bodice over her head, he threw it and grabbed for the nightgown. His eyes snapped open when he was shuffling around in the dark looking for the gown. Skin, he had grabbed skin!!! Pullinhg it away like he had been burned he quickly snatched up the gown and shoved it on her head covering herself.
His usually pale skin was flushed and he was tingling all over. Just a touch of Hermione in the wrong spot. ACCIDENTALLY. Sent sparks through him. Tugging off her ballroom skirt, he looked at the nightgown he had grabbed. Groaning he wanted to bang his head against a waal for making such an appealing choice. It was skimpy and was making no help for his arrousal.
Running his fingers through his hair, he undressed to his boxers and climbed into bed. Hermone just lay there in a catatonic state.he took her in his arms and fell asleep to where this was real and Hermione was in his arms by choice, not because she was a vegetable.
Draco was woken the next morning by sharp knocking on his door. Sitting up quickly, he stumbled over to the door and opened it to see a glum looking Dumbledore. He stood there with a stack of books in his arms.
"Mr. Malfoy, up, up! We have research to do!" Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he reached for his house coat. Following his teacher, until a lightbulb went off and he ran off to grab Hermione. Dumbledore did say that he had to have her with him at all times.
"Good Morning Professor." Draco yawned as he sat on the couch in the study.
"Here, spells by alphbetacle order. Read the effect before asking." Dumbledore dropped a giant book infront of Draco.
"Can I have some coffee?" Draco moaned.
"Of course." Lifting his wand he summoned a cup and a pot of coffee. "Drink away, and don't spill it on the books." He said curtly. Draco smiled as the caffine took affect on his tired body. He opened the old book to the f's and thumbed back a few pages. He started at the ex's and worked forward reading the spells one by one.
Hours went by and noon came closer and closer. His eyes drooped and the caffine did its job keeping him awake until something else helped the process.
"expilerimus, Expilirimy, Expiliry!" He laid his finger on it. "Dumbledore! This is it!!" Reading over its effects it fit the description. "Catatonic like state until the counter curse is put upon its victim. But if left in the state for too long, the person or thing will die in 48 hours of its application." Draco looked up to Dumbledore. "We have to find it!" He looked to the inscription again. "The counter curse is Catatilerous. (like my fake spell oh yeah!!) and must be done in the place where it was set." He looked up. "come on!" Draco hoisted Hermione over his shoulder, fireman style, and grabbed his wand. Rushing out of the room, Dumbledore sat finishing his coffee, then he got up and left.
When he arrived in Draco's wake, he saw an eager Draco trying to figure out where him and Hermione were the night before. He kept looking up at the windows, trying to align himself with something. When he stood dead center of the stained glass window behind some rose bushes, he shouted.
"I've got it. Alright, hit her with the spell." Setting her against him. He waited for Dumbledore to cast the spell.
Dumbledore sighed. Pulling out his wand he thought. 'I pity the love sick fool.' "Alright, Catatilerous!" Azure sparks flew out the end out Dumbledore's wand into Hermione's back. She still wore her nightgown because Draco forgat to change her. And Draco was none better, he stood there in his boxers and housecoat.
Hermione's eyes flew open as she put a death grip on Draco's shoulders as she joined the land of wakefullness. Sucking in a giant breath she looked around. It was morning, just a second ago it was night time.
"Draco? Draco! Wha' What happened?" She looked up to him Draco hugged her. Holding her to him, Draco smelled her hair, and thanked every god under the stars that the counter curse had worked. She pulled back. "Draco?" She looked down. "Why do I have my nightie on and you're just in your boxers?" She smiled evilly.
"Miss Granger." Dumbledore coughed behind her. Her head whipped around catching the headmaster looking at her chuckling. "Shall we? We do have a giant problem on our hands. I'm sure you would like more clothes on and an explanation of course. Which Mr. Malfoy will provide."
"Oh yes, uh sure, uh thing Professor." Draco saluted his teacher and got Hermione to walk infront of him while they went in the castle again.
"Draco, why am I walking in front?" Hermione asked trying to turn around.
"No! Just keep walking I'll explain in the room." He said tightly. (Hmmmm wonder what his problem is?) Hermione furrowed her brows, confused she began to wonder until she felt something behind her.
"Oh my Lord! Draco" She gasped.
"Don't say anything just hurry. I don't want to be anymore embarrassed than I already am." He pushed her toward the sphinx and muttered bellyflop. The large stone figure jumped aside letting them enter.
"Now, Draco." She turned around to only see Draco rush off to his room. "Draco? What, ARE you doing?" She banged on his door.
"I'm changing! You should too!" He yelled from the confines of the room. She looked down at her attire and realized that all she had on was a tiny nightgown that you could see all the way down.
"Silly me!" She skipped to her room to change.
Draco stepped out of his a whole lot better after his cold shower and change of clothes. He now wore a pair of leather pants. ( Think Dave Navarro) and a black wife beater. He wore dragon hide boots, black of course, and his wet hair hung over his face in places. Taking the lighter he had gotten from his father a few years back, he was playing with it when an opening of the door across the room caused him to burn his self.
"Ow!" He cursed. With his thumb in his mouth, he looked up and dropped the lighter.
Hermione was also in ass tight leather pants, and a shirt with some muggle name across the chest. Hooters? The O's in the name were the owl's eyes and the writing was in orange. her leather boots were high heeled making her form look thinner and legs longer.
"Oops!" Hermione had dropped something behind her, Draco didn't care what, but she had dropped something that made her turn around. She had to spread her legs to bend over because she was really tall with the boots on, and the pants tightened across her rear. Draco's eyes widened and the burnt thumb he had been sucking on fell from his mouth.
"For the love of God." He murmured as she stood up and tucked the dropped item into her pocket. Walking forward she picked up the lighter and stood infront of him.
"Here Draco, you dropped this." She said, her voice smoothness resembling silk. He blinked a couple of times coming back to reality slowly.
"Uh, uh, yeah, uh, thanks, yeah. He, he, so? Look a likes or what?" He stuttered out.
"Yeah I guess so. So how about my explanation on what's going on?" She asked as innocent as she sounded.
His shoulders slumped as he sighed. Flooping back in the chair he sat with his legs spread and arms hanging over the arm rests of the chairs.
"Wormtail, he's taking over as the next you-know - who. Remember last year when you killed my father? And Potter killed Voldemort, well if you saw that the sniveling little git was holding him all through it. When he passed, His powers went from his body into Wormtail's. He struck you with a rare but deadly spell last night. It took me all day to find it. With Dumbledore's help of course. But if we hadn't of found that spell, you would've died tomarrow." Hermione sat shocked. This was not the ordinary Draco she once knew. He was supposed to hate her, call her mudblood, and taunt her bushy hair. But she saw the anger in his eyes when he told her about her fall. "You almost died, and Sirius had a fit last night from seeing you in my arms unconcious." He tried to push away the look that HE was worried. But it was the swirling greyish blues in his eyes that gave him away.
"Thank you." Hermione got up from her chair and hugged Draco. His chin was nestled between her cleavage and she smelled of roses. She sat in his lap and kissed his cheek. "I knew there was a heart in there somewhere." He scowled at her.
"Classes are out for the next week until the premises is scanned for intruders. "
"Know what?"
"What?"
"I missed the Halloween Ball!" She wailed. Draco burst out laughing.
"You didn't miss a thing." He smirked.
"Not a thing? Promise?"
"Yes I promise." He kissed he cheek and stood up, bringing her with him. "But Dumbledore wants us to start making some potions we can keep on hand, plus some spells we can keep on hand." He pulled the parchment from his pocket and scanned over the contents.
Hermione giggled when Draco's eyes widened on one particular potion. He slammed the paper in his lap and glared into nothing.
"I'm going to murder the old bat." He said angrily.
