"You Only Live Twice"

by Dorthey Star

Chapter 8: Daddy, dearest



By the time Madame Pomfrey let Hermione leave the Hospital Wing, the snow had melted from the ground, and it was time for the first Quidditch match this half of the year. It was Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff, and Hermione didn't particularly want to go- she couldn't figure out what the point of flying around at break-neck heights and being chashed around by vicious balls that were trained to hit you was- but Harry and Ginny were considering it a "date" and Ron needed someone to sit with. So she went, but this time she didn't bring a book, like she usually did to games that were non-Gryffindor.

Even though she didn't bring a book, she found that twenty minutes into the match, she had no clue what the score was. She sighed. She absolutely hated Quidditch. Why couldn't they have a sensible game like soccor, or basketball. At least those are easier to follow and they're played on the ground, she thought to herself.

A young Slytherin- Hermione could tell by the symbol on his cloak- walked up to her.

"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you," He said, pointed at Hermione. He had a strange, slightly glazed look in his eyes. Hermione shrugged it off, figuring he was amazed to be this close to The Boy Who Lived and all that. Hermione nodded.

"Okay. I'll be right back, Ron. Save my seat, will you?" Hermione said. Ron nodded absently, not taking his eyes away from the game. Hermione left the stands and started walking towards the castle. The Slytherin had disappeared, probably to watch the rest of the match, Hermione thought to herself. She shivered. Something wasn't right.

Just as she had reached the front doors, she heard a voice behind her.

"Stupefy," it hissed and she knew no more.

***

Draco sat alone in his room- everyone else was at the match- staring at the letter in his hand. He read it again.

Draco,

You will be pleased to know that with the assistance of my Master, I was able to be freed from Azkaban. Dementors are such wonderful creaters when you promise them a reward of another person. A person by the name of Hermione Granger. You have disappointed me greatly, killing yourself like that. But no matter. There is still time to fix things. My sources tell me that you are having nothing to do with that Mudblood and that you are spending your time with Pansy. However, I will not tell you my plans. You might pull a Gryffindor-ish action and try to save her.

Your Father,

Lucius Malfoy

Draco set the letter down. He was down right terrified. His father was released from Azkaban and out to get Hermione. He needed to warn her. He started to get up. Wait, he thought, who is Fath- Lucius' source? Is there someone in Slytherin leaking information to him? No matter. There is no time to think about that. Besides, everyone is out at the Quidditch game. Without another thought, he raced out of his room and towards Dumbledore's office, not realizing that there was a cloaked figure imerging from his room.

Disclaimer: everyone and everything (EVERYONE! That means you, me, and your dad's sister's neighbor's ex's dog's mother's owner's cousin's nephew!) belongs to JK Rowling. The title belongs to someone (can't remember who) and the plot belongs to me *shocked* something actually belongs to me?! WOW!

Author's Note: I'm truely impressed with myself! ANOTHER chapter! Short, yes, but still, ANOTHER CHAPTER! I'm sorry that it's terribly short, but, alas, I felt the need to leave it off there. We actually have some plot to the story! *vbg* I've been waiting to throw this at you for a LONG time! Please, read and review! I've got major auditions (Friday, May 31st) for an Orchestra (I play the flute) and reviews would help me through it...that and a lot of scale practice...LOL!