His Sweet Sensation
Chapter 4:
"I have a surprise for you." Harry read Marcella's lips as she whispered into Draco's ear. Her mischievous smile spread across her face. "I'll show you later."
"What I'd give to be Draco right now." Ron said snapping Harry's attention back to class. "He gets way too much credit for being a Malfoy."
"Ron, do you ever shut up? You're so annoying." Hermione said as she hit Ron's arm.
"But aren't you with Parvati?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but do you seriously think I could resist Marcella?" Ron stated. Harry turned his attention back to Marcella. She was laughing to herself. This time it wasn't the same laugh she always had. Harry sensed something as he had always sensed when something bad was going to happen.
'Damn this scar.' He thought to himself. It always got him into some kind of trouble.
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"So what is this surprise that you have for me?" Draco said as he placed his hands on Marcella's waist.
"That will come later. But first.." Marcella pulled him into a kiss. "Father says that you opposed to becoming a Death Eater, following your father's footstep."
"Yeah, and?" He questioned, licking his lips.
"I'm going to have to change that."
"Whoa, wait. So you're telling me that you're going to force me to become one? No, I don't think so." Draco said stepping away from Marcella.
"Draco, you had your name down since you were born."
"Well, I've decided to take myself off the list." Draco said sardonically. Marcella crossed her arms.
"They did something to you didn't they?"
"Who?"
"Potter and gang." Marcella quoted.
"This has absolutely nothing to do with Potter!"
"Fine, suit yourself. I'm in place no to argue with you." Marcella raised her hands in surrender.
"Fine." Draco spat back.
"Although, my father wouldn't say so." With that Marcella left him alone in his room. Ever since Snape found her a room, it's been harder for Draco to keep her in one place. He let out a sigh and walked out of his room.
'Give it a week, tops.' He thought to himself. Marcella could be such a bitch sometimes.
"Another fight?" Hermione asked, not looking up from her book.
"Who said it was any of your business?" He contorted.
"Well, for one thing, you've acted some what civil towards me and that doesn't seem quite right."
"I've changed." Draco said stupidly. Hermione looked up with narrow eyes.
"Another, no more comments or insults came flying towards me, Harry or Ron this whole year. Doesn't it feel a bit strange to you?" Draco took a seat on the couch, facing the armchair Hermione was seated in.
"Why does it bother you so much? Shouldn't you be happy about it? Not criticizing me?"
"And if you don't want to be a Death Eater, then don't be."
"Wha- But- How do you know this?"
"These walls aren't exactly sound proof and you two aren't exactly that soft-spoken." Herimone set her book down. "Draco, no one can force you to do anything." She said now sitting next to him. Draco tensed at her closeness.
"Why should I listen to you? You don't know anything."
"Way to kill the mood."
"There never was one."
"If this is about Marcella hating you or what not, then you're stupid. What ever happened to 'no one tells a Malfoy what to do'?"
"What do you know about her?" Draco glared at her with his cold, icy eyes.
"I'm a mudblood. I know a lot of shit." She arched her eyebrow.
"Did you just call yourself a mudblood?" He asked, half laughing.
"After you don't hear it for a while, you tend to miss it." Hermione smiled. A strange feeling washed over Draco.
'No, you're not falling for a mudblood.. you're not falling for a mudblood.' He mentally screamed at himself.
Their lips were now inches away from each others. Draco looked at her confused. Before their lips could touch, Draco disappeared into thin air.
'He can't apperate. This is Hogwarts!' She thought to herself.
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"Nice of you to join us son." Lucius said. Draco looked around him. What happened to the common room? The couch? The fireplace? Hermione? Wait.. did he just apperate from Hogwarts' grounds?
"Where am I? How did I get here? Why am I here?" He asked frantically.
"You've been chosen."
"Chosen for what?" Before his father could answer, two big, metal door swung open and inside was a hall filled with people, but not just any people. Death Eaters. At the head of the room was a platform and a throne like chair. Sitting was, of course, Voldemort himself with a black hooded robe on. At his side was Marcella. And god, did she look hot in that tight, short, crimson red dress. She looked like the angel from hell.
All heads turned as Lucius and Draco entered the hall. The doors slammed shut behind them. They made their way to the front of the hall. Draco could see Voldemort's beaming red eyes hidden in darkness of his hood.
Voldemort stood and the crowd silenced. He slowed lowered his hood revealing himself. Every detail of his face made him scarier than the second before.
"Ah, Malfoy," His voice was raspy as Draco remembered last, "you have him?"
"Yes my lord." He said. Lucius motioned for Draco to move foward.
Draco made his way to the edge of the platform and looked up at Marcella, then to Voldemort.
"Marcella was right. I could do more things with you." Voldemort addressed to him. Draco didn't understand what he was talking about. He looked up at Marcella. He swore that the look in her eyes could kill. "Let the ceremony begin."
Voldemort's voice boomed throughout the hall. Then an operation like table appeared in front of the platform. Voldemort stood and summoned Draco to the table and was strapped down. The more he fought, the more tighter the straps became. Then a feeling of immense pain struck him. It felt like his life was getting suck right out of him...
And that was exactly what was happening.
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Hermione paced back and forth in the common room.
"Mione, why do you care if Harry comes back with him or not?" Ron asked. "It's Malfoy after all."
Hermione paid no attention to him. She just hoped Draco would be alright. It's not everyday someone disappears right before you kiss.
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Harry watched from the back of the hall.
'Obviously all Death Eaters.' Harry thought to himself. Then a scream kicked him out of his thoughts. Harry looked to the front of the hall, finding Draco strapped to some kind of table.
'Voldemort..'
Harry inched his way up to the front. He disguised himself as one of the them with a robe he found outside.
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Marcella watched with amusement as her father was drawing Draco's life into his own body. Without her intention, the crowd was menacing around as one shouted spells and taking others down. Marcella shot out of her thoughts as a bright light hit the platform, throwing whoever was on it off.
"Fuck!" Marcella shouted as she scrambled to her feet. Then she saw him, Mr. Harry Potter saving Draco Malfoy. She laughed to herself, knowing they wouldn't get far with the state Draco was in and all the Death Eaters that surrounded them.
"Get them!" Voldemort's commanded. There were sparks and spells filling up the room.
Marcella grabbed her wand and ran after Harry and Draco. To her advantage, she knew the way around the castle better than them so it was only a matter of time she caught up with them.
"Harry Potter, it's nice of you to join us." She said as she stepped around the corner. "I knew you had something with Potter." She said to Draco. He just sneered at her.
"We'd love to stay and chat but we really need to get out of here." Harry said as he supported Draco's body.
"Sure." Marcella said as she pointed her wand at them. Harry and Draco both looked at her in fear. She chanted a spell and they vanished. "Another time, another day love." She said walking back to the chaotic hall.
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Draco and Harry both fell with a thud.
"Harry! Draco!" They heard a voice. They opened their eyes to see they were back in the common room.
"We're not dead." Harry stated.
"Of course not." Draco spat out. Hermione looked from Harry to Draco, Draco to Harry. "Why did you save me?"
"We, well Hermione, couldn't let you die." Harry said as Hermione blushed intensivly.
"Granger, I didn't know you cared." He said still lying on the floor. Ron grunted. He never thought he'd see Malfoy 'lower' than him. Slowly, Draco stood.....
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Well.. I'm done with this story. Not literally, but I don't like the way it's coming out and it hasn't been getting the best respone (::shruggs::) I'm starting another fic, hopefully that will be some what better.. And maybe this time I'll get a better response. If anyone wants to continue this fic (as if anyone was willing to), email me.
-Mz Kay
Chapter 4:
"I have a surprise for you." Harry read Marcella's lips as she whispered into Draco's ear. Her mischievous smile spread across her face. "I'll show you later."
"What I'd give to be Draco right now." Ron said snapping Harry's attention back to class. "He gets way too much credit for being a Malfoy."
"Ron, do you ever shut up? You're so annoying." Hermione said as she hit Ron's arm.
"But aren't you with Parvati?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, but do you seriously think I could resist Marcella?" Ron stated. Harry turned his attention back to Marcella. She was laughing to herself. This time it wasn't the same laugh she always had. Harry sensed something as he had always sensed when something bad was going to happen.
'Damn this scar.' He thought to himself. It always got him into some kind of trouble.
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"So what is this surprise that you have for me?" Draco said as he placed his hands on Marcella's waist.
"That will come later. But first.." Marcella pulled him into a kiss. "Father says that you opposed to becoming a Death Eater, following your father's footstep."
"Yeah, and?" He questioned, licking his lips.
"I'm going to have to change that."
"Whoa, wait. So you're telling me that you're going to force me to become one? No, I don't think so." Draco said stepping away from Marcella.
"Draco, you had your name down since you were born."
"Well, I've decided to take myself off the list." Draco said sardonically. Marcella crossed her arms.
"They did something to you didn't they?"
"Who?"
"Potter and gang." Marcella quoted.
"This has absolutely nothing to do with Potter!"
"Fine, suit yourself. I'm in place no to argue with you." Marcella raised her hands in surrender.
"Fine." Draco spat back.
"Although, my father wouldn't say so." With that Marcella left him alone in his room. Ever since Snape found her a room, it's been harder for Draco to keep her in one place. He let out a sigh and walked out of his room.
'Give it a week, tops.' He thought to himself. Marcella could be such a bitch sometimes.
"Another fight?" Hermione asked, not looking up from her book.
"Who said it was any of your business?" He contorted.
"Well, for one thing, you've acted some what civil towards me and that doesn't seem quite right."
"I've changed." Draco said stupidly. Hermione looked up with narrow eyes.
"Another, no more comments or insults came flying towards me, Harry or Ron this whole year. Doesn't it feel a bit strange to you?" Draco took a seat on the couch, facing the armchair Hermione was seated in.
"Why does it bother you so much? Shouldn't you be happy about it? Not criticizing me?"
"And if you don't want to be a Death Eater, then don't be."
"Wha- But- How do you know this?"
"These walls aren't exactly sound proof and you two aren't exactly that soft-spoken." Herimone set her book down. "Draco, no one can force you to do anything." She said now sitting next to him. Draco tensed at her closeness.
"Why should I listen to you? You don't know anything."
"Way to kill the mood."
"There never was one."
"If this is about Marcella hating you or what not, then you're stupid. What ever happened to 'no one tells a Malfoy what to do'?"
"What do you know about her?" Draco glared at her with his cold, icy eyes.
"I'm a mudblood. I know a lot of shit." She arched her eyebrow.
"Did you just call yourself a mudblood?" He asked, half laughing.
"After you don't hear it for a while, you tend to miss it." Hermione smiled. A strange feeling washed over Draco.
'No, you're not falling for a mudblood.. you're not falling for a mudblood.' He mentally screamed at himself.
Their lips were now inches away from each others. Draco looked at her confused. Before their lips could touch, Draco disappeared into thin air.
'He can't apperate. This is Hogwarts!' She thought to herself.
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"Nice of you to join us son." Lucius said. Draco looked around him. What happened to the common room? The couch? The fireplace? Hermione? Wait.. did he just apperate from Hogwarts' grounds?
"Where am I? How did I get here? Why am I here?" He asked frantically.
"You've been chosen."
"Chosen for what?" Before his father could answer, two big, metal door swung open and inside was a hall filled with people, but not just any people. Death Eaters. At the head of the room was a platform and a throne like chair. Sitting was, of course, Voldemort himself with a black hooded robe on. At his side was Marcella. And god, did she look hot in that tight, short, crimson red dress. She looked like the angel from hell.
All heads turned as Lucius and Draco entered the hall. The doors slammed shut behind them. They made their way to the front of the hall. Draco could see Voldemort's beaming red eyes hidden in darkness of his hood.
Voldemort stood and the crowd silenced. He slowed lowered his hood revealing himself. Every detail of his face made him scarier than the second before.
"Ah, Malfoy," His voice was raspy as Draco remembered last, "you have him?"
"Yes my lord." He said. Lucius motioned for Draco to move foward.
Draco made his way to the edge of the platform and looked up at Marcella, then to Voldemort.
"Marcella was right. I could do more things with you." Voldemort addressed to him. Draco didn't understand what he was talking about. He looked up at Marcella. He swore that the look in her eyes could kill. "Let the ceremony begin."
Voldemort's voice boomed throughout the hall. Then an operation like table appeared in front of the platform. Voldemort stood and summoned Draco to the table and was strapped down. The more he fought, the more tighter the straps became. Then a feeling of immense pain struck him. It felt like his life was getting suck right out of him...
And that was exactly what was happening.
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Hermione paced back and forth in the common room.
"Mione, why do you care if Harry comes back with him or not?" Ron asked. "It's Malfoy after all."
Hermione paid no attention to him. She just hoped Draco would be alright. It's not everyday someone disappears right before you kiss.
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Harry watched from the back of the hall.
'Obviously all Death Eaters.' Harry thought to himself. Then a scream kicked him out of his thoughts. Harry looked to the front of the hall, finding Draco strapped to some kind of table.
'Voldemort..'
Harry inched his way up to the front. He disguised himself as one of the them with a robe he found outside.
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Marcella watched with amusement as her father was drawing Draco's life into his own body. Without her intention, the crowd was menacing around as one shouted spells and taking others down. Marcella shot out of her thoughts as a bright light hit the platform, throwing whoever was on it off.
"Fuck!" Marcella shouted as she scrambled to her feet. Then she saw him, Mr. Harry Potter saving Draco Malfoy. She laughed to herself, knowing they wouldn't get far with the state Draco was in and all the Death Eaters that surrounded them.
"Get them!" Voldemort's commanded. There were sparks and spells filling up the room.
Marcella grabbed her wand and ran after Harry and Draco. To her advantage, she knew the way around the castle better than them so it was only a matter of time she caught up with them.
"Harry Potter, it's nice of you to join us." She said as she stepped around the corner. "I knew you had something with Potter." She said to Draco. He just sneered at her.
"We'd love to stay and chat but we really need to get out of here." Harry said as he supported Draco's body.
"Sure." Marcella said as she pointed her wand at them. Harry and Draco both looked at her in fear. She chanted a spell and they vanished. "Another time, another day love." She said walking back to the chaotic hall.
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Draco and Harry both fell with a thud.
"Harry! Draco!" They heard a voice. They opened their eyes to see they were back in the common room.
"We're not dead." Harry stated.
"Of course not." Draco spat out. Hermione looked from Harry to Draco, Draco to Harry. "Why did you save me?"
"We, well Hermione, couldn't let you die." Harry said as Hermione blushed intensivly.
"Granger, I didn't know you cared." He said still lying on the floor. Ron grunted. He never thought he'd see Malfoy 'lower' than him. Slowly, Draco stood.....
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Well.. I'm done with this story. Not literally, but I don't like the way it's coming out and it hasn't been getting the best respone (::shruggs::) I'm starting another fic, hopefully that will be some what better.. And maybe this time I'll get a better response. If anyone wants to continue this fic (as if anyone was willing to), email me.
-Mz Kay