Chapter 6
A/N: I'm really really sorry! I had this chapter written and everything, but I sort of... *mumbles* got grounded from the computer so I couldn't post it... sorry sorry sorry! Anyway, I don't think I'll make you guys review next time, even though I did get almost 30 (yay!), because the forced reviews tend to be more generic- you know "good story! write more!" or "oh, a cliffhanger! write the next chapter!" Not that I don't love those, but it's cooler when I know you liked the story enough to leave maybe a personal or at least unique review.
Okay, I absolutely MUST address this. Just because a story is under Draco/Hermione in the characters section does not mean that they are in love in it. It means that they are the main characters, and they are. Plus, are some of you such pigs that you only consider a story good if there's serious making out and possibly some sex in the first three chapters? Gods! I'm trying to set up a PLOT here. There will be romance, and I am almost totally sure it will be D/Hr, but pleeease be patient! And for those of you *cough cough Joycie Lionheart* who don't like the story, just don't review! Or, don't read it! (if there's something particular- like a name or a setting or dialogue- that you have a suggestion for, then by all means make it.) I mean, no one's forcing you. There is such thing as a story without immediate romance; this is one of them.
Dark: I don't know, it's a mystery :D (ever seen Shakespeare in Love?)
Logana: Actually, my Latin textbook helped a lot. ;) And you have to realize that up until that chapter and a little bit of chapter 4, everything was pretty much from Hermia's point of view; this is finally getting into Draco's thoughts, and he's more concerned with his political safety, which she is a neccessary part of. Although there may be some *ahem* other thoughts in there too...
Pluto_lass: :D Your wish is my command!
Yolei: Actually, I didn't really mean to... when you have a chapter story it's kind of hard to avoid.
Lin: Thank you! You don't know how much that means to me for someone to realize it's not all about romance in these things. I'm flattered that this was the first story you reviewed *blushes*
Rachel Hunt: *jumps up and down* thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks! You're so nice! And I'm sorry about the forced-review thing. I just thought I'd try it... you know, variety... I love all your little quotes and specific compliments! And thanks for defending me!
Okay, I wish I could acknowledge everyone else, but I'm only going to be allowed to be online for like 20 more minutes, so I have to go ahead and write the story now.
Draco had convinced Lucius to go back to his estate and continue on the emperorship planning; he was now riding through the woods, searching after Hermia. They'd set the slaves free- after all, it wasn't as though they could do anything about the situation.
Stars had just begun to wink in the heavens when Draco, having followed the trail of shoved-aside leaves that the girl had made, came to a place where the soil had been dug into deeply and irregularly. A deep hole was in the path, probably made by some sort of rodent, and there she was- lying on the ground, showing no signs of life.
Much against his will, Draco felt his stomach wrench unpleasantly. If she was dead- then, well, first off, he'd probably be locked in a dungeon or put under some such barbarian punishment by his father, who'd be steaming at the ears. "God forbid that I'd have to marry some other senator's daughter," he muttered as he bent down to her body, realizing that her leg was most likely broken from the limp way it dangled into the hole.
Draco very carefully rolled Hermia over and slowly lifted her up, his arms on her back and shoulders and a hand supporting the broken leg. She made a little whimpering sound- like Draco's favorite hunting dog had when he was a puppy- and he breathed a sigh of relief; at least she wasn't dead.
Finally draping her over the latter half of his horse, Draco realized that she would almost certainly be awoken by the uncomfortable galloping of the stallion, and that her leg would be in excruciating pain. So he bent down and reluctantly tore off a strip of linen from the bottom of his toga, awkwardly wrapping it and a long, flattened piece of wood (off the forest floor) around her leg to serve as a sort of splint. Then, mounting his horse and turning, he rode back to the house by the ocean, hoping that he'd never have to show this sort of compassion again.
Hermia awoke in a large, soft bed in an immense bedroom (at least compare to the small, rather conservative room she'd had at home). Sunlight spilled virtually unfiltered through a window by the bed, casting a golden glow over the stone walls. Hermia was free to enjoy the beauty and calm of the setting for a split second until, simultaneously, she realized where she was- Oh, god! Draco's bedroom!- and hot pain shot through her right leg. Keeping her mouth shut, she tried not to moan as the wave of feeling subsided, leaving an aching residue in her veins.
At that moment, Draco burst in, looking just as evil as he had when she last saw him. "What am I doing here?" she immediately spat, gazing around at the setting now that she was fully awake.
He smirked. "Well, my beloved-" (Hermia's expression became a shocked grimace) "- I found you almost dead in the middle of a forest. I wonder how a perfect little aristocrat like you got there?"
"You know exactly how I got there- running away from you and your disgusting father!" Hermia retaliated, biting her lip as she tried to ignore a second wave of pain.
In a flash, Draco was across the room, standing above her and shaking with anger. "Look at yourself, you ungrateful little wretch. Lying in my bed, taking advantage of my hospitality, only alive because I happened to be stupid enough to go after you, and you sit there and insult me!"
Hermia froze as she took this all in, then said quietly, "Did it ever occur to you that perhaps I don't want to be your wife? That I don't want to be forced to live until I die with someone I hate?"
"Of course it did," Draco sneered, his arms folded. "You know, this isn't really my fault either. You have no idea how much power my father has over me- he could tell me to kill myself and I'd have to."
"Why?" gasped Hermia, stricken.
He glanced at her. "It'd either be that or getting killed by him. Either way, I end up dead. Unpleasant, isn't it?"
"So why don't you just run away?"
"It didn't work very well for you, did it?" he asked her, poking her leg through the blankets and watching as she winced.
"Well, no, but then again, I was on foot, and you have horses."
"Believe me, you don't want to know what my father will do to you if you do end up escaping- again- and he catches you." His smirk faltered slightly as that mental image, having come true last night, flashed stronger in his mind- Hermia, long, bleeding whip-marks down her back, unconscious... dead?
A/N: I know it's short, yes, and I'm sorry, so sorry, but as I told you I don't have much time to write today. So I will be back with more, but hopefully this will feed your writing hunger until Monday or so!
Videt tu... er... Mondaius? (see you... um... Monday)
~icestar
A/N: I'm really really sorry! I had this chapter written and everything, but I sort of... *mumbles* got grounded from the computer so I couldn't post it... sorry sorry sorry! Anyway, I don't think I'll make you guys review next time, even though I did get almost 30 (yay!), because the forced reviews tend to be more generic- you know "good story! write more!" or "oh, a cliffhanger! write the next chapter!" Not that I don't love those, but it's cooler when I know you liked the story enough to leave maybe a personal or at least unique review.
Okay, I absolutely MUST address this. Just because a story is under Draco/Hermione in the characters section does not mean that they are in love in it. It means that they are the main characters, and they are. Plus, are some of you such pigs that you only consider a story good if there's serious making out and possibly some sex in the first three chapters? Gods! I'm trying to set up a PLOT here. There will be romance, and I am almost totally sure it will be D/Hr, but pleeease be patient! And for those of you *cough cough Joycie Lionheart* who don't like the story, just don't review! Or, don't read it! (if there's something particular- like a name or a setting or dialogue- that you have a suggestion for, then by all means make it.) I mean, no one's forcing you. There is such thing as a story without immediate romance; this is one of them.
Dark: I don't know, it's a mystery :D (ever seen Shakespeare in Love?)
Logana: Actually, my Latin textbook helped a lot. ;) And you have to realize that up until that chapter and a little bit of chapter 4, everything was pretty much from Hermia's point of view; this is finally getting into Draco's thoughts, and he's more concerned with his political safety, which she is a neccessary part of. Although there may be some *ahem* other thoughts in there too...
Pluto_lass: :D Your wish is my command!
Yolei: Actually, I didn't really mean to... when you have a chapter story it's kind of hard to avoid.
Lin: Thank you! You don't know how much that means to me for someone to realize it's not all about romance in these things. I'm flattered that this was the first story you reviewed *blushes*
Rachel Hunt: *jumps up and down* thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks! You're so nice! And I'm sorry about the forced-review thing. I just thought I'd try it... you know, variety... I love all your little quotes and specific compliments! And thanks for defending me!
Okay, I wish I could acknowledge everyone else, but I'm only going to be allowed to be online for like 20 more minutes, so I have to go ahead and write the story now.
Draco had convinced Lucius to go back to his estate and continue on the emperorship planning; he was now riding through the woods, searching after Hermia. They'd set the slaves free- after all, it wasn't as though they could do anything about the situation.
Stars had just begun to wink in the heavens when Draco, having followed the trail of shoved-aside leaves that the girl had made, came to a place where the soil had been dug into deeply and irregularly. A deep hole was in the path, probably made by some sort of rodent, and there she was- lying on the ground, showing no signs of life.
Much against his will, Draco felt his stomach wrench unpleasantly. If she was dead- then, well, first off, he'd probably be locked in a dungeon or put under some such barbarian punishment by his father, who'd be steaming at the ears. "God forbid that I'd have to marry some other senator's daughter," he muttered as he bent down to her body, realizing that her leg was most likely broken from the limp way it dangled into the hole.
Draco very carefully rolled Hermia over and slowly lifted her up, his arms on her back and shoulders and a hand supporting the broken leg. She made a little whimpering sound- like Draco's favorite hunting dog had when he was a puppy- and he breathed a sigh of relief; at least she wasn't dead.
Finally draping her over the latter half of his horse, Draco realized that she would almost certainly be awoken by the uncomfortable galloping of the stallion, and that her leg would be in excruciating pain. So he bent down and reluctantly tore off a strip of linen from the bottom of his toga, awkwardly wrapping it and a long, flattened piece of wood (off the forest floor) around her leg to serve as a sort of splint. Then, mounting his horse and turning, he rode back to the house by the ocean, hoping that he'd never have to show this sort of compassion again.
Hermia awoke in a large, soft bed in an immense bedroom (at least compare to the small, rather conservative room she'd had at home). Sunlight spilled virtually unfiltered through a window by the bed, casting a golden glow over the stone walls. Hermia was free to enjoy the beauty and calm of the setting for a split second until, simultaneously, she realized where she was- Oh, god! Draco's bedroom!- and hot pain shot through her right leg. Keeping her mouth shut, she tried not to moan as the wave of feeling subsided, leaving an aching residue in her veins.
At that moment, Draco burst in, looking just as evil as he had when she last saw him. "What am I doing here?" she immediately spat, gazing around at the setting now that she was fully awake.
He smirked. "Well, my beloved-" (Hermia's expression became a shocked grimace) "- I found you almost dead in the middle of a forest. I wonder how a perfect little aristocrat like you got there?"
"You know exactly how I got there- running away from you and your disgusting father!" Hermia retaliated, biting her lip as she tried to ignore a second wave of pain.
In a flash, Draco was across the room, standing above her and shaking with anger. "Look at yourself, you ungrateful little wretch. Lying in my bed, taking advantage of my hospitality, only alive because I happened to be stupid enough to go after you, and you sit there and insult me!"
Hermia froze as she took this all in, then said quietly, "Did it ever occur to you that perhaps I don't want to be your wife? That I don't want to be forced to live until I die with someone I hate?"
"Of course it did," Draco sneered, his arms folded. "You know, this isn't really my fault either. You have no idea how much power my father has over me- he could tell me to kill myself and I'd have to."
"Why?" gasped Hermia, stricken.
He glanced at her. "It'd either be that or getting killed by him. Either way, I end up dead. Unpleasant, isn't it?"
"So why don't you just run away?"
"It didn't work very well for you, did it?" he asked her, poking her leg through the blankets and watching as she winced.
"Well, no, but then again, I was on foot, and you have horses."
"Believe me, you don't want to know what my father will do to you if you do end up escaping- again- and he catches you." His smirk faltered slightly as that mental image, having come true last night, flashed stronger in his mind- Hermia, long, bleeding whip-marks down her back, unconscious... dead?
A/N: I know it's short, yes, and I'm sorry, so sorry, but as I told you I don't have much time to write today. So I will be back with more, but hopefully this will feed your writing hunger until Monday or so!
Videt tu... er... Mondaius? (see you... um... Monday)
~icestar