The Internet and Hogwarts Don't Mix, Hermione!

By: Mari Riddle-Potter

(a.k.a. Malfoys_Girlfriend)

Chapter 10:

"Let me go!" she yelled, but he held her yet more forcefully. He began kissing her along the neck while she screamed. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her around the waist. He dragged her onto the bed and laid himself on top of her, breathing heavily. Slowly he began to take off her blouse…

          At that moment the door opened revealing what Hermione assumed was a Death Eater. He stared for a moment at what was going on and then tried to leave, but Mike stopped him.

"Wait. What do you want?" asked Mike, pushing himself off the bed and straightening his clothes.

"The dark lord wanted to see you, but I guess it can wait," said the death eater nervously.

"Nothing of the Dark Lord's can wait. Where is he?" asked Mike.

"In his study, preparing for the arrival of Harry Potter. He needs you to do something for him."

"Very well," said Mike, giving Hermione a smile and walking out with the Death Eater. She heard the lock click and started to breathe again. She had been holding her breath the whole time and was beginning to get light headed.

          That had been too close. Way too close. What was she going to do if this happened again? She had already demonstrated that she could not defend herself against him. Hermione stood up and walked over to the fireplace. She noticed it was rather large. A person could fit in there. It was also a little deep.

Somebody could fall in…

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          Harry, Ron, and Draco had been trying to work out a plan but it seemed impossible. They finally agreed to ride their brooms all the way to the top of those towers that seemed endlessly tall. From there they would probably find a door and they would break it open and then they would be inside the castle.

"Ok, so we got a plan. Let's try it," said Ron.

 "Wait a minute. Don't you think we should wait until night falls completely? Somebody could see us and they could tell Voldemort," said Harry.

"Don't say his name!" yelled Ron.

"Chicken," muttered Draco under his breath.

"What did you call me?"

"Chicken," repeated Draco, looking at Ron innocently.

"Your Daddy's a chicken! He's been kissing the Dark Lords ass!" snapped Ron.

"That's enough out of the two of you!" said Harry.

"Fine, but Weasley's still a chicken."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Shut the hell up!" yelled Harry, fed up with Ron and Draco's bickering.

"Anyways," said Draco regaining his patience, "Let's wait until it's really dark. Potter's right, somebody could spot us."

"Ok, let's wait," said Ron.

"Do you think Hermione is alive?" asked Harry, dreamily looking up at the castle.

"She has to be. I mean, if she were dead why would the- whoever sent you the note- want you to rescue her?" asked Ron.

"Because the Dark Lord cheats a lot in his game, Weasley," replied Draco.

"True," said Harry.

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          Inside of the castle, Mike raced through the corridors. Once he reached the door to the study he double checked that his clothes were straight and his hair was right and then knocked on the door three times. There was a brief pause.

"Come in," he heard the Dark Lord say.

          Mike opened the door to the Dark Lord's study quietly and stepped inside. The room was quite a sight, with rows upon rows of books on shelves lining the walls. He knew these were books having to do with countless spells of dark magic. At the very end of the room was a desk, and behind that desk was the Dark Lord. It still gave Mike the creeps to look at him because he resembled the head of a snake with the body of a human being.

"Yes Master?" asked Mike, bowing deeply and slowly approaching the desk.

"Moreno, I have been waiting for your arrival for the past half hour. What held you up?" asked the Dark Lord, reclining in his chair and looking up at Mike with a commanding stare.

"I was performing the task you had requested me to do a while back," responded Mike, looking Voldemort straight in the eye, as revolted as he felt.

"Very good. Did you accomplish anything?"

"No, I was interrupted by a Death Eater and had to quit."

"No more interruptions, then. I want you to perform my task. I need an heir as soon as possible."

"Master, I have been meaning to ask you something," said Mike carefully.

"Ask," said Voldemort.

"Why have you chosen me to be the father of your heir? Or, better yet, why did you choose a mudblood as the mother?"

"I chose you to be the father of my heir because you have many traits I have. She will be the mother because she is has every trait that you are missing to make my heir complete. What made it even more perfect was the fact Granger is one of Potter's closest friends and the object of his affections. It would tear him up to bits emotionally once he gets wind of this."

"Of course, it's the perfect plan. You are truly a genius, Master."

"Thank you, Moreno. You may go now and make my heir."

"Yes Master."

          Mike exited the study with worry. He knew Lord Voldemort wanted an heir, somebody to take over his when he's gone, but he had been hoping he would be the one to inherit the throne. He was starting to have doubts about fathering a child who would surely take his place as best Death Eater. On the other hand, he would have the glory of his own son being the next Dark Lord instead of Lucius Malfoy's son, who, to his opinion, was not worthy for this type of honor. This made him feel a little better and he decided he would take another shot with Hermione in the morning.

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"Are you ready?" asked Harry to both Ron and Draco, who were mounted on their brooms and ready for take-off.

"Let's go already, Potter! It's dark enough!" said Malfoy.

"Ok, whoever reaches the top first remember: wait up for the rest of us so we can all go inside the castle at the same time," repeated Harry.

"I'm growing old here!" complained Ron. "Let's get a move on before we die."

"Okay. On your mark, get set, GO!" yelled Harry.

          The three brooms took off into the night sky. Higher and higher they went until they disappeared from sight into the clouds. Harry, whose ears were starting to pop, rose higher than all of them. The height of the tower was starting to amaze him. He started to get a little dizzy when he saw the tower finally end. He rose high above it and when he saw the coast was clear, landed on it with a soft thud. He looked around for Ron and Draco, who hadn't arrived yet. All of a sudden he heard a loud whooshing noise and looked behind him. Draco had landed right next to him with a marveled look on his face.

"Damn, we're high," said Draco.

"Draco, how can we get high if there's no weed?" joked Harry.

"I meant we're high up in the air, idiot," said Draco, walking over to the edge and looking over.

"Where's Ron?" asked Harry, walking over to where Draco stood and peered over the edge.

"Right behind you," answered Ron.

"Ron, what took you so long?" asked Harry.

"A bird ran into me and almost knocked me off my broom."

"How can a bird knock you off your broom?" asked Draco.

"Man, this wasn't any ordinary bird. It looked like Millicent Bulstrode with wings," said Ron, shivering with horror.

"Are you trying to make us all sick?" asked Harry.

"No, I'm just painting a picture."

"Well you're an awful artist," said Draco.

"Ok, people. Let's get inside," said Harry, looking towards a trap door that was in the middle of the floor of the tower.

          Draco walked over to it and yanked it open. He looked surprised it wasn't locked and looked down at it, looking like he expected a Death Eater to jump out. Harry slowly made his way to where Draco stood and also peered down, followed by Ron, who shook his head at the both of them.

"Why are you shaking your head, Weasley?" asked Draco.

"Is that a ladder leading to the bottom?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?" asked Harry.

"What if there are Death Eaters down at the bottom waiting for us to climb down?"

"Well then that's a chance we'll have to take," said Malfoy, beginning to climb down.

"Malfoy, wait! What if Ron's right?" yelled Harry down the trapdoor.

"Stop being chicken, Potter!" yelled Malfoy back up.

"I don't know about you, but I'm climbing down," said Harry to Ron and swung his leg over and started to climb down.

"I'm going to hate myself for this!" said Ron and followed Harry.

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          Professor McGonagall walked swiftly through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Never in the history of the school had a student missed her class without her knowing of their whereabouts. She was ready to give Potter and Weasley a good scolding for missing out on an important lesson. She said the password and walked through the open portrait hole flashing a look at Fred and George Weasley who were on the floor playing explosive snap. When they saw her heading towards the boy's staircase they exchanged a glance and quickly scrambled off the floor.

"Professor McGonagall, wait," said Fred, rushing to catch up with her.

"Yes George?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"No, it's Fred," said George and shot an annoyed glance to George who was shaking with silent laughter.

"Oh, yes. Sorry Fred. Now, what is it you want to tell me and hurry up, I need to have a talk with your brother and Potter," she said.

"Yeah, well…that's kind of what we wanted to talk to you about, Professor," said George.

"What do you mean?" she asked, knowing already it was nothing good.

"They're gone," said Fred simply.

"I beg your pardon?" said Professor McGonagall, thinking she had heard wrong.

"They're gone. We went looking for them all over the school. We asked around and Cho told us Harry lost his marbles and stormed out on her. That's the last they've seen of him. Professor?" asked George, watching as the color slowly drained from her face.

"Are you alright?" asked Fred.

"Yes, I'm quite alright," she said faintly and walked out of the common room.

"ALBUS!" she yelled as soon as the portrait was shut behind her, running crazily down the hallways. She ran by classrooms and the teachers all poked their heads out, watching her sprint away like a wild skrewt were after her. They were all so surprised they ran after her, including Snape who, for once in his life, looked worried.

"Minerva!" yelled Snape, grabbing her by the arm as soon as he caught up to her. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Potter…Weasley…gone," she managed to say before fainting dead away into Professor Snape's arms.

To Be Continued Notes to People: urevil: I hope you liked this chapter. Voldemort is in it but I can tell you he won't have a romance with anyone. It's just too sick… Ellie: Don't worry, I won't go any higher than R. R is my limit. I don't write slash fiction. Meriadoc: Ron doesn't have much of a personality because I don't really like him. I mean, he's ok but not someone who I'd want to focus my full attention on. Great Plague: Mixing comedy and dark stuff is a hard job but somebody's got to do it! Sarcasticbabe: This is going to have an ending but another problem will evolve in the sequel. Starr: FINALLY someone brings up the electronics! The reason that the computer worked at Hogwarts was because Voldemort enchanted it to work there. It's dark magic. Jessica Starr: Another question I have been waiting to be asked. The leather is supposed to protect you against burns. It's enchanted. It's not a thing from my imagination, actually it's from Cassandra Claire's story "Draco Sinister". I give all credit of that idea to her. (A/N: Wow! I got double the reviews I asked for! Spectacular! Thank you so much for those who reviewed. Sorry this chapter took so long but I had a History test I had to study for (I got a 92 percent! Hooray!). Anyways, remember: if you want to know when this story is updated leave your E-mail in your review and I'll E-mail you when I update it. Also, if you have a story on Fanfiction.net tell me and I'll most likely go read it (some people already know that since they've seen my reviews on their stories). I don't usually flame unless it's these really messy people who don't know what quotation marks are and have excessive spelling mistakes. I said EXCESSIVE, I won't flame for a couple of mistakes. After all, we're only human. I make mistakes too and I can understand that. If I really love your story I will mention it in my authors note so that everyone will know how great it is. This is starting NOW. So tell me about your stories! Oh, and review please!)