Chapter 4- "Don't leave me alone!"
~*~ Ah, I love weekends you can do so many things. Like write fan fiction for example! This speedy fish will probably slow down considerably once all her school work starts piling in but for now her speediness is in full swing! Here is Chapter 4 of a story I started yesterday! Yet again I praise the joyous weekends! Thankyou to everybody who reviewed I can't believe the support you have given me; I will certainly try to thank everybody in my thankyou at the end of this chapter.
Disclaimer: JKR doesn't even know me so I think it is unlikely that I gave her the idea for the stories!
And now on with the story, it has a little bit of plot, as promised!
~*~
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Somewhere underneath Hogwarts
A strange creature, half man half something else scurried down a dark and dank corridor cackling with glee. It burst into a room and hurried over to a large chair that was situated in front of a crackling fire.
"It is done, master." The thing hissed.
"Tell me what you have done." a dry voice came from the depths of the chair.
"I have sent the cleverest pupil and mister Malfoy away from Hogwarts."
"Who was the cleverest pupil?"
"Miss Granger, master."
"Ah," a smile played across features of the man in the chair, "how ironic. You can go servant."
"Thankyou master." The creature skittered away from the chair filled with relief that it had fulfilled its task well and would not be punished.
"So," the man murmured into the darkness, "the mudblood and Draco. I have been surprisingly merciful to you both. Run away little children, do not look back. I may not be so merciful next time.
***
The golden sun was peeking over the horizon when they finally came to a halt. Draco sat up and looked around, blearily. Hermione was still asleep, curled up in a corner looking remarkably small and fragile in the dawn light. Suddenly there was a loud bang as the driver opened the door.
"Out!" a gruff voice shouted from farther down the carriage. "This is where you get out."
"Where are we?" Draco asked, hopefully.
The driver ignored him and kept speaking, "Wake up your little girlfriend and get out." Draco was going to protest that Hermione wasn't his girlfriend but thought better of it. He gently shook Hermione but she only mumbled something that he couldn't hear and curled up even tighter.
"Hurry up kid." Came the drivers voice once more.
Draco bristled, he had never been treated with such disrespect! Malfoy's were not called `kid'. He pulled himself up to his full height which was, in his sixteenth year, quite considerable.
"Look here," he stated authoritatively, "I accept that we have been expelled but I am a Malfoy and I demand some respect!"
"Kid, I don't give a damn what you're called we are at the end of the line and you have to get off."
End of the line? Malfoy blinked and rubbed his eyes erasing all traces of sleep and looked harder at his surroundings. He was not in the carriage he and Hermione had entered the night before. They must have been magically moved to this contraption which looked a lot like the night bus except that instead of beds there were rows of seats. It was a muggle bus, Draco realised and that would make the driver...
"A muggle!" Draco exclaimed, "you're a muggle!"
"What'd you call me? Bloody cheek, kids these days never respect their elders like they used to. Get off my bus!" The driver was really angry now and to avoid aggravating him further Draco scooped Hermione up in his arms and hurried down the steps. He was amazed that she had managed to stay asleep and she was light as a feather. Their luggage was already lying haphazardly at the side of the road and as soon as Draco was off the bus the doors slammed shut and the it roared off. Looking around Draco saw that they had been dropped off in a wilderness that was not dissimilar to the Yorkshire moors*. He had been taught to fly there by his uncle and knew that the wild countryside stretched for miles sometimes with no sign of civilisation.
***
Draco couldn't go anywhere while Hermione was still asleep and he didn't have the heart to wake her so he lay her down on the softest patch of grass he could find and settled himself on a rock to wait. He sat silently for about an hour before his impatience got the better of him and he knelt beside Hermione and softly called her name. She slept on and Draco began to get worried, no one could sleep that deeply surely. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, calling her name louder. She still wouldn't wake up.
"No." he croaked out. He didn't want to be left alone in this desolate place. Not alone. He could feel the panic rise in his throat and his stomach churned. He staggered to his feet and took a few uneasy steps before he fell again to his knees and vomited. He hadn't eaten since he was on the train the day before and throwing up did nothing to ease his queasiness. He couldn't stop dry-retching and tears began to fall down his cheeks. He called out feebly:
"Hermione."
***
"Draco?" Hermione sat up and looked around. She was sure she had heard his voice. Hermione went to stand up but her head swam and she quickly sat down again. She felt really odd. Not only was she feeling dizzy but she was also sweating and covered in goose pimples at the same time. `Perhaps I'm coming down with a cold.' She thought. `Fantastic. Just what I need.' Determined to ignore her illness she once again attempted to stand and this time she succeeded.
"Draco?" she called again, louder this time.
She heard a shaky groan from behind a clump of gorse and hurried towards it.
He was kneeling behind the bush with his head in his hands. He was shaking violently but as soon as he saw her he stood up and wiped his cheeks hurriedly.
"What did you do that for?" he asked accusingly. Hermione was baffled.
"What?" she asked.
"You didn't wake up it was like you were dead. I was all alone, DON'T EVER LEAVE ME ALONE!" he shouted trembling all over and looking truly terrified.
"Draco, I'm here you're not alone." Hermione whispered scared of the deep emotion she heard in his voice. She reached out to comfort him but he jerked away.
"Don't touch me, mudblood." he almost whimpered as if saying the words was hurting him. Hermione sighed. `Some things never change.' She thought backing away from him.
"Fine, Malfoy. But do you think you'll be ready to go anytime soon? We have to find a house or better still a town and get in touch with the ministry of magic."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" asked Malfoy, fully recovered now Hermione was awake. "we don't have any magic, remember?"
"We'll find a way. Worst comes to worst we'll go to Ron's house and get Mr Weasley to deal with it." Hermione smiled, pleased with her own quick thinking.
"Right," said Draco sarcastically "and what do we say to the ministry or that mudblood lover? Well we went to Dumbledore's office and he started to talk...like...my...father...wait a minute, that's it!"
"What?" asked Hermione grumpily.
"My father! Dumbledore started talking exactly like my father does! How I disgrace the family name and all of that. Oh no!"
Draco's face became even paler.
"What?" asked Hermione again, feeling Draco had just thought of something important.
"If my father is involved that means, oh God, it means that you-know-who is involved and if they've got Hogwarts...........Grab everything you think we'll need Granger lighter stuff is better. We have to get in touch with the ministry of magic."
"That's what I said before!" Hermione was thoroughly confused by now.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Draco yelled gripping her by the shoulders and feeling the now familiar surge of tingles shoot up his arms from their contact. "If Voldemort is taking or has taken Hogwarts all our friends, Hermione, everyone including Dumbledore is in danger. And if Dumbledore is killed ..."
"No", whispered Hermione, finally understanding. "If Dumbledore is killed Voldemort could take over."
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*The Yorkshire moors are in Yorkshire(der), England. They are wild and open with sparse vegetation and mostly covered in gorse which is a type of shrub or bush. Even though they might seem a bit bleak and lonely I think they contain a certain amount of wild charm. A lot of people share my opinion that the moors are beautiful and for a more detailed description of them I suggest you read `The Secret Garden' where the Yorkshire moors play a significant part in the story.
~*~
OH NO! What are they going to do? Keep reading and you will see! I hope it wasn't too bad! Please review and tell me what you thought.
Thankyou so very, very, very, much to:
Little trumpeter: Just what I was thinking!
Magic bunny: I have hurried and this is the new chapter.
Kristina: You think it is cool? In my opinion that makes you very cool!
Icy stormz: Great to see that you came back. This speedy fish is very glad you are enjoying her story!
VanillaLily: Another `returner'! I find Chapter 3 very emotional too!
Bwaye: Words can't express your brilliance! Your writing is magnifique!
Strife21: Thankyou for thanking me for thanking you! I'm happy you came back!
Draco's angel: Please do come back. And thanks for reading it.
Trina: No need to wait any longer, here it is!
And that's just about it from this speedy little fish! Stay tuned for more `Love. A magic all of it's own'!
~*~ Ah, I love weekends you can do so many things. Like write fan fiction for example! This speedy fish will probably slow down considerably once all her school work starts piling in but for now her speediness is in full swing! Here is Chapter 4 of a story I started yesterday! Yet again I praise the joyous weekends! Thankyou to everybody who reviewed I can't believe the support you have given me; I will certainly try to thank everybody in my thankyou at the end of this chapter.
Disclaimer: JKR doesn't even know me so I think it is unlikely that I gave her the idea for the stories!
And now on with the story, it has a little bit of plot, as promised!
~*~
***
Somewhere underneath Hogwarts
A strange creature, half man half something else scurried down a dark and dank corridor cackling with glee. It burst into a room and hurried over to a large chair that was situated in front of a crackling fire.
"It is done, master." The thing hissed.
"Tell me what you have done." a dry voice came from the depths of the chair.
"I have sent the cleverest pupil and mister Malfoy away from Hogwarts."
"Who was the cleverest pupil?"
"Miss Granger, master."
"Ah," a smile played across features of the man in the chair, "how ironic. You can go servant."
"Thankyou master." The creature skittered away from the chair filled with relief that it had fulfilled its task well and would not be punished.
"So," the man murmured into the darkness, "the mudblood and Draco. I have been surprisingly merciful to you both. Run away little children, do not look back. I may not be so merciful next time.
***
The golden sun was peeking over the horizon when they finally came to a halt. Draco sat up and looked around, blearily. Hermione was still asleep, curled up in a corner looking remarkably small and fragile in the dawn light. Suddenly there was a loud bang as the driver opened the door.
"Out!" a gruff voice shouted from farther down the carriage. "This is where you get out."
"Where are we?" Draco asked, hopefully.
The driver ignored him and kept speaking, "Wake up your little girlfriend and get out." Draco was going to protest that Hermione wasn't his girlfriend but thought better of it. He gently shook Hermione but she only mumbled something that he couldn't hear and curled up even tighter.
"Hurry up kid." Came the drivers voice once more.
Draco bristled, he had never been treated with such disrespect! Malfoy's were not called `kid'. He pulled himself up to his full height which was, in his sixteenth year, quite considerable.
"Look here," he stated authoritatively, "I accept that we have been expelled but I am a Malfoy and I demand some respect!"
"Kid, I don't give a damn what you're called we are at the end of the line and you have to get off."
End of the line? Malfoy blinked and rubbed his eyes erasing all traces of sleep and looked harder at his surroundings. He was not in the carriage he and Hermione had entered the night before. They must have been magically moved to this contraption which looked a lot like the night bus except that instead of beds there were rows of seats. It was a muggle bus, Draco realised and that would make the driver...
"A muggle!" Draco exclaimed, "you're a muggle!"
"What'd you call me? Bloody cheek, kids these days never respect their elders like they used to. Get off my bus!" The driver was really angry now and to avoid aggravating him further Draco scooped Hermione up in his arms and hurried down the steps. He was amazed that she had managed to stay asleep and she was light as a feather. Their luggage was already lying haphazardly at the side of the road and as soon as Draco was off the bus the doors slammed shut and the it roared off. Looking around Draco saw that they had been dropped off in a wilderness that was not dissimilar to the Yorkshire moors*. He had been taught to fly there by his uncle and knew that the wild countryside stretched for miles sometimes with no sign of civilisation.
***
Draco couldn't go anywhere while Hermione was still asleep and he didn't have the heart to wake her so he lay her down on the softest patch of grass he could find and settled himself on a rock to wait. He sat silently for about an hour before his impatience got the better of him and he knelt beside Hermione and softly called her name. She slept on and Draco began to get worried, no one could sleep that deeply surely. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, calling her name louder. She still wouldn't wake up.
"No." he croaked out. He didn't want to be left alone in this desolate place. Not alone. He could feel the panic rise in his throat and his stomach churned. He staggered to his feet and took a few uneasy steps before he fell again to his knees and vomited. He hadn't eaten since he was on the train the day before and throwing up did nothing to ease his queasiness. He couldn't stop dry-retching and tears began to fall down his cheeks. He called out feebly:
"Hermione."
***
"Draco?" Hermione sat up and looked around. She was sure she had heard his voice. Hermione went to stand up but her head swam and she quickly sat down again. She felt really odd. Not only was she feeling dizzy but she was also sweating and covered in goose pimples at the same time. `Perhaps I'm coming down with a cold.' She thought. `Fantastic. Just what I need.' Determined to ignore her illness she once again attempted to stand and this time she succeeded.
"Draco?" she called again, louder this time.
She heard a shaky groan from behind a clump of gorse and hurried towards it.
He was kneeling behind the bush with his head in his hands. He was shaking violently but as soon as he saw her he stood up and wiped his cheeks hurriedly.
"What did you do that for?" he asked accusingly. Hermione was baffled.
"What?" she asked.
"You didn't wake up it was like you were dead. I was all alone, DON'T EVER LEAVE ME ALONE!" he shouted trembling all over and looking truly terrified.
"Draco, I'm here you're not alone." Hermione whispered scared of the deep emotion she heard in his voice. She reached out to comfort him but he jerked away.
"Don't touch me, mudblood." he almost whimpered as if saying the words was hurting him. Hermione sighed. `Some things never change.' She thought backing away from him.
"Fine, Malfoy. But do you think you'll be ready to go anytime soon? We have to find a house or better still a town and get in touch with the ministry of magic."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" asked Malfoy, fully recovered now Hermione was awake. "we don't have any magic, remember?"
"We'll find a way. Worst comes to worst we'll go to Ron's house and get Mr Weasley to deal with it." Hermione smiled, pleased with her own quick thinking.
"Right," said Draco sarcastically "and what do we say to the ministry or that mudblood lover? Well we went to Dumbledore's office and he started to talk...like...my...father...wait a minute, that's it!"
"What?" asked Hermione grumpily.
"My father! Dumbledore started talking exactly like my father does! How I disgrace the family name and all of that. Oh no!"
Draco's face became even paler.
"What?" asked Hermione again, feeling Draco had just thought of something important.
"If my father is involved that means, oh God, it means that you-know-who is involved and if they've got Hogwarts...........Grab everything you think we'll need Granger lighter stuff is better. We have to get in touch with the ministry of magic."
"That's what I said before!" Hermione was thoroughly confused by now.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Draco yelled gripping her by the shoulders and feeling the now familiar surge of tingles shoot up his arms from their contact. "If Voldemort is taking or has taken Hogwarts all our friends, Hermione, everyone including Dumbledore is in danger. And if Dumbledore is killed ..."
"No", whispered Hermione, finally understanding. "If Dumbledore is killed Voldemort could take over."
***
*The Yorkshire moors are in Yorkshire(der), England. They are wild and open with sparse vegetation and mostly covered in gorse which is a type of shrub or bush. Even though they might seem a bit bleak and lonely I think they contain a certain amount of wild charm. A lot of people share my opinion that the moors are beautiful and for a more detailed description of them I suggest you read `The Secret Garden' where the Yorkshire moors play a significant part in the story.
~*~
OH NO! What are they going to do? Keep reading and you will see! I hope it wasn't too bad! Please review and tell me what you thought.
Thankyou so very, very, very, much to:
Little trumpeter: Just what I was thinking!
Magic bunny: I have hurried and this is the new chapter.
Kristina: You think it is cool? In my opinion that makes you very cool!
Icy stormz: Great to see that you came back. This speedy fish is very glad you are enjoying her story!
VanillaLily: Another `returner'! I find Chapter 3 very emotional too!
Bwaye: Words can't express your brilliance! Your writing is magnifique!
Strife21: Thankyou for thanking me for thanking you! I'm happy you came back!
Draco's angel: Please do come back. And thanks for reading it.
Trina: No need to wait any longer, here it is!
And that's just about it from this speedy little fish! Stay tuned for more `Love. A magic all of it's own'!