~Watching Dimond~
By:Lone Draco
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: read the one on chapter 2 and 1
AN: THANK YOU ALL MY READERS * feels loved* please continue to review as it makes all the difference. If you haven't noticed this fic IS a slash, really it is, I promise you!
!!!!!!!!OFFICIAL STATEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!
This fic is officialy being dedicated to the wonderful and awesome person and my friend liz who supports me and keeps me from slaking off on getting chapters out ((if you haven't noticed it's one a week))And she is KICK ASS! everyone clap for liz *smiles* if you do she come back to life, all you people out there! If you believe in faries clap, CLAP *looks at boy in front row* YOU'RE NOT CLAPPING! *stops self* anyways, that's all for my statement.
with no further ado...
~Watching Dimond~
By: Lone Draco
Part 3- The dark lord's stolen hour
Hermione woke in her bed sweating, the dream that had been
plauging her nights had woken her again. Breathing heavily she brushed
a hand over her forehead and tried to stop her racing heart. It was
always the same, always, the pleading, the darkness. She shook her head
to relieve it of the nightmere and walked down to the common room.
Sinking into one of the shairs she conjured up a mirror and
looked at herself. Since that night she had detererated, her hair hung
is a mess and her brown eyes were dull and unhappy, far from the times
when they used to dance with a hidden fire. She stood and slinked up
to the boys dorm to check on Ron.
Seeing his sleeping figure reaffirmed why she had made the deal
and she became content with that. Sighing again she turned and walked
back down the stairs almost tripping on crookshanks. The orange cat
hissed at her and walked passed. Even he had noticed the difference
in her.
Sitting back in the chair she placed her head in her hands and
began to cry. The salty wetness ran down her cheeks and hit the floor
with a soft tink, tap,tink and soaked into the carpet. Suddenly the
embers that were the ever-light fire blazed and a tight, weathered,
cold face looked out at her.
"Granger, you are not giving us the info we want," He hissed
at her through tight lips. "Get us the info by sun-down and do not let
your friendships get in the way, you know the deal"
"Yes I know," she whispered and quickly wiped the tears off
her cheeks.
"And shape up, even your cat has noticed a difference, we can't
have anyone finding out about you and our little plan. DO YOU
UNDERSTAND ME?" the face forefully asked making her sit further back
into the chair.
"Yes" she replied meekly. As quickly as it had appered the face
left and she was once again left with an emty common room. She watched
the shadows from the embers dance on the room and each one seemed an
enemy. She watched with weary, tired eyes as they all seemed to come
forward and devore her.
~*~*~
Draco woke and immediatly looked around for the dimond. Finding
it where he had left it, under his pillow, he pulled it out to see
Harry, still rather asleep. But what shocked him was... Granger? The
brown-headed girl was going through Harry's stuff.
He watched as she rummged through his items until at last a look
of relief came over her face and she pulled out a large leather book, he
recongnized it as Harry's journal. He felt his anger rise as the brown-haired
girl grabbed the book and magicked the trunk to look like it had never been
touched.
He rose to his feet and began to pace, he had no idea what to do. He
could tell Harry but the boy would never believe him over one of his best
friends, but he had to try.
Sighing he pulled on his green robes and walked down the hallways to
join the few scattered students that sat in teh great hall this early in the
morning.
~*~*~
Harry woke,and sleepily turned over to fight the sun.From across the
room Ron smiled at him.
"I really don't understand why you fight a losing battle every morning,
and anyways I need you to get up, something's wrong with 'Mione," Grogally he
stood and dressed, blowing off a shower for the first time in quite a while.
Splashing water on his face he sit on Ron's bed.
"What is it?" he asked, silently noting the sark circles under Ron's
eyes. As if noticing where his friend's emerald eyes were watching he rubbed
the parts under his eyes and offered a smile.
"Well last night she poked her head in her and just looked around for
awhile before walking down stairs, and you can't say she looks healthy. Even
that blasted cat avoids her," he looked at Harry with fear in his eyes, "I'm
worried about her Harry,I...I don't know what I would do without her, she's
half of me, my better half,"
"I'll try and talk to her," he comforted, and was replied with a look
of You-always-say-that-when-you're-gonna-blow-something-off from Ron,"I'll
work on it...I promise Ron," The red-heahed boy nodded and stood. " Shall we
go to breakfast old friend?" Ron nodded and they walked down the winding hallways
to the great hall.
~*~*~
Draco watched as Harry walked in with Ron and was surprised not to see
the brown-headed girl flanking their side, her hand intwined with the weasly's.
Part of him was glad to notice her absence while the other part of him sent off
alarms that something really WAS up.
Seconds later the girl in question walked in and took her seat across from
Harry and Ron.Draco balked, she really HAD changed. Her robes hung loosley around her
tiny figure which seemed in itself to be deterating, her hair was scraggly, and
half-heartedly been put into a bun and dark circles were evident under her eyes.
Her cheery nature had been replaced with something Draco knew to be famillar but he
couldn't quite place it. Somehow he knew that it was a danger to the
man he loved. Suddenly as if waking up from a trance he realized what it
was, it was the shadow that followed any death-eater, his father had
the same feeling, Crabbe and Goyle did and he had it as well.
~*~*~
Ron looked across the table at Hermione and his heart wept for
the sight he saw. A sadness seemed to radiate from her being and it made
him sad to see her in this state. From across the room he saw Draco
staring at 'Mione's back and he shot the Sytherin a glare. Draco rose
and walked towards the table and Ron cursed under his breath for his
actions.
"Brace yourself Harry," he whispered and looked up to the
oncomming form of the lanky boy. Harry looked and swore under his breath
but stood as well. In a matter of seconds the blonde dragon was upon
them but istead of picking a brawl he tried to offer a smile then spoke
in a low tone to Harry.
"Harry, please I need you to listen to me, I know what's wrong
with Hermione, please you need to trust me on this," Harry searched the
stormy grey eyes and finally sighed reluctently.Turning to Hermione he
studied her face then spoke, each word evenly measured.
"Mione, come with us, you too Ron, he has the right to be heard,"
Ron nodded reluctently and Hermione rose as if she hadn't heard anything
and was just acting on commands. The four walked down one of the less-used
hallways and into a dark classroom decked with cobwebs.
"Alright Draco, what do you think is wrong with her?" Ron demanded.
"There's nothing wrong with me," Hermione offered in a high monotone.
"I know you won't believe me but she's a death eater, she has the
same darkness, that I have, that my father has," Draco exclaimed quickly
and was met with a blank stare and 2 pairs of disbelieving eyes.
"You've got to be kidding,'Mione would never get caught up in that
kind of suff," Harry exclaimed, his whole face showing his disbelief.
"Ask her to show you her left upper arm then, if she has nothing to
hide then she'll show it to you," Draco said blankly.
"'Mione?" Harry asked, the brown headed girl looked at him blankly
then turned to Ron, her eyes softened for a moment before she turned and...
~End chapter 3~
oh...what will happen next? Is Hermione a death eater? What does Ron have
to do with anything? See see A plot! *jumps up and down and claps*anyways
sorry that took so long...chapter 4 will be up much sooner, I hope...heh
I'm banned from the comp for 3 weeks but I can get on at school...thanks
agian to all my reviewers!
By:Lone Draco
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: read the one on chapter 2 and 1
AN: THANK YOU ALL MY READERS * feels loved* please continue to review as it makes all the difference. If you haven't noticed this fic IS a slash, really it is, I promise you!
!!!!!!!!OFFICIAL STATEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!
This fic is officialy being dedicated to the wonderful and awesome person and my friend liz who supports me and keeps me from slaking off on getting chapters out ((if you haven't noticed it's one a week))And she is KICK ASS! everyone clap for liz *smiles* if you do she come back to life, all you people out there! If you believe in faries clap, CLAP *looks at boy in front row* YOU'RE NOT CLAPPING! *stops self* anyways, that's all for my statement.
with no further ado...
~Watching Dimond~
By: Lone Draco
Part 3- The dark lord's stolen hour
Hermione woke in her bed sweating, the dream that had been
plauging her nights had woken her again. Breathing heavily she brushed
a hand over her forehead and tried to stop her racing heart. It was
always the same, always, the pleading, the darkness. She shook her head
to relieve it of the nightmere and walked down to the common room.
Sinking into one of the shairs she conjured up a mirror and
looked at herself. Since that night she had detererated, her hair hung
is a mess and her brown eyes were dull and unhappy, far from the times
when they used to dance with a hidden fire. She stood and slinked up
to the boys dorm to check on Ron.
Seeing his sleeping figure reaffirmed why she had made the deal
and she became content with that. Sighing again she turned and walked
back down the stairs almost tripping on crookshanks. The orange cat
hissed at her and walked passed. Even he had noticed the difference
in her.
Sitting back in the chair she placed her head in her hands and
began to cry. The salty wetness ran down her cheeks and hit the floor
with a soft tink, tap,tink and soaked into the carpet. Suddenly the
embers that were the ever-light fire blazed and a tight, weathered,
cold face looked out at her.
"Granger, you are not giving us the info we want," He hissed
at her through tight lips. "Get us the info by sun-down and do not let
your friendships get in the way, you know the deal"
"Yes I know," she whispered and quickly wiped the tears off
her cheeks.
"And shape up, even your cat has noticed a difference, we can't
have anyone finding out about you and our little plan. DO YOU
UNDERSTAND ME?" the face forefully asked making her sit further back
into the chair.
"Yes" she replied meekly. As quickly as it had appered the face
left and she was once again left with an emty common room. She watched
the shadows from the embers dance on the room and each one seemed an
enemy. She watched with weary, tired eyes as they all seemed to come
forward and devore her.
~*~*~
Draco woke and immediatly looked around for the dimond. Finding
it where he had left it, under his pillow, he pulled it out to see
Harry, still rather asleep. But what shocked him was... Granger? The
brown-headed girl was going through Harry's stuff.
He watched as she rummged through his items until at last a look
of relief came over her face and she pulled out a large leather book, he
recongnized it as Harry's journal. He felt his anger rise as the brown-haired
girl grabbed the book and magicked the trunk to look like it had never been
touched.
He rose to his feet and began to pace, he had no idea what to do. He
could tell Harry but the boy would never believe him over one of his best
friends, but he had to try.
Sighing he pulled on his green robes and walked down the hallways to
join the few scattered students that sat in teh great hall this early in the
morning.
~*~*~
Harry woke,and sleepily turned over to fight the sun.From across the
room Ron smiled at him.
"I really don't understand why you fight a losing battle every morning,
and anyways I need you to get up, something's wrong with 'Mione," Grogally he
stood and dressed, blowing off a shower for the first time in quite a while.
Splashing water on his face he sit on Ron's bed.
"What is it?" he asked, silently noting the sark circles under Ron's
eyes. As if noticing where his friend's emerald eyes were watching he rubbed
the parts under his eyes and offered a smile.
"Well last night she poked her head in her and just looked around for
awhile before walking down stairs, and you can't say she looks healthy. Even
that blasted cat avoids her," he looked at Harry with fear in his eyes, "I'm
worried about her Harry,I...I don't know what I would do without her, she's
half of me, my better half,"
"I'll try and talk to her," he comforted, and was replied with a look
of You-always-say-that-when-you're-gonna-blow-something-off from Ron,"I'll
work on it...I promise Ron," The red-heahed boy nodded and stood. " Shall we
go to breakfast old friend?" Ron nodded and they walked down the winding hallways
to the great hall.
~*~*~
Draco watched as Harry walked in with Ron and was surprised not to see
the brown-headed girl flanking their side, her hand intwined with the weasly's.
Part of him was glad to notice her absence while the other part of him sent off
alarms that something really WAS up.
Seconds later the girl in question walked in and took her seat across from
Harry and Ron.Draco balked, she really HAD changed. Her robes hung loosley around her
tiny figure which seemed in itself to be deterating, her hair was scraggly, and
half-heartedly been put into a bun and dark circles were evident under her eyes.
Her cheery nature had been replaced with something Draco knew to be famillar but he
couldn't quite place it. Somehow he knew that it was a danger to the
man he loved. Suddenly as if waking up from a trance he realized what it
was, it was the shadow that followed any death-eater, his father had
the same feeling, Crabbe and Goyle did and he had it as well.
~*~*~
Ron looked across the table at Hermione and his heart wept for
the sight he saw. A sadness seemed to radiate from her being and it made
him sad to see her in this state. From across the room he saw Draco
staring at 'Mione's back and he shot the Sytherin a glare. Draco rose
and walked towards the table and Ron cursed under his breath for his
actions.
"Brace yourself Harry," he whispered and looked up to the
oncomming form of the lanky boy. Harry looked and swore under his breath
but stood as well. In a matter of seconds the blonde dragon was upon
them but istead of picking a brawl he tried to offer a smile then spoke
in a low tone to Harry.
"Harry, please I need you to listen to me, I know what's wrong
with Hermione, please you need to trust me on this," Harry searched the
stormy grey eyes and finally sighed reluctently.Turning to Hermione he
studied her face then spoke, each word evenly measured.
"Mione, come with us, you too Ron, he has the right to be heard,"
Ron nodded reluctently and Hermione rose as if she hadn't heard anything
and was just acting on commands. The four walked down one of the less-used
hallways and into a dark classroom decked with cobwebs.
"Alright Draco, what do you think is wrong with her?" Ron demanded.
"There's nothing wrong with me," Hermione offered in a high monotone.
"I know you won't believe me but she's a death eater, she has the
same darkness, that I have, that my father has," Draco exclaimed quickly
and was met with a blank stare and 2 pairs of disbelieving eyes.
"You've got to be kidding,'Mione would never get caught up in that
kind of suff," Harry exclaimed, his whole face showing his disbelief.
"Ask her to show you her left upper arm then, if she has nothing to
hide then she'll show it to you," Draco said blankly.
"'Mione?" Harry asked, the brown headed girl looked at him blankly
then turned to Ron, her eyes softened for a moment before she turned and...
~End chapter 3~
oh...what will happen next? Is Hermione a death eater? What does Ron have
to do with anything? See see A plot! *jumps up and down and claps*anyways
sorry that took so long...chapter 4 will be up much sooner, I hope...heh
I'm banned from the comp for 3 weeks but I can get on at school...thanks
agian to all my reviewers!