Hehe thanks Kel. I was just kidding about the 3 reviews. I just posted my
story, and I was happy to be getting ANY! Well, to the story.
Chapter 3
Draco rolled over on his stomach, then on his side, then back onto his back. Frustrated, he sighed. It was final, Draco couldn't sleep, and it was annoying him like crazy. He sat up in his bed and turned on a lamp, forgetting that the bulb was busted. Draco cursed to himself as he located his wand, and fixed his lamp.
He then looked around, trying to find a quill and parchment. He had been thinking it through his mind. He couldn't face Hermione with his problems, he would send her a note, and just maybe she would understand things better than with him stuttering. He looked inside his table-drawer, and pulled out the supplies he needed. Draco thought hard, but could think of anyway to start his letter. HE huffed and leaned back against his pillow.
"Dear Hermione." he started writing carefully, making many mistakes, and redoing words that just didn't sound right. He sat up for an hour and a half, and had made little progress. His eyes were drooping, and he couldn't help feeling like he needed to sleep. But Hermione was more important. So he pushed through his distress, and came up with a final copy.
Dear Hermione,
I miss you a lot. I only wish I had the guts to say this to you in person. My father is a deatheater, and unfortunately he has beckoned me to our mansion for a ceremony tomorrow night. Voldermort is steadily rising, as my father informs me, and they expect me to get my dark mark. I have resolutely decided to talk to Professor Dumbledore about my situation, and hopefully he will be able to help. I want you to talk to me, if you don't find this revolting, but I cannot help what my father has done. I can't help that he has ruined his life, and has already begun ruining mine. But I DO know that I have control over my own affairs, and for the first time I'm going to make my own decisions. Please, please, understand this, Hermione. I'll talk to you soon, I hope.
Yours truly, Draco
Draco folded his letter and put it in his pocket. He'd have to send the letter now, he decided. So, he started out, cautiously making his way up to the owlery. As Draco opened the door, his owl instantly flew onto his shoulder, expectantly holding out his foot.
"Aha, here you go Hermes." Draco said softly, tying the letter to his foot. "Make sure she gets it tomorrow."
Hermes eyed him defiantly, as if Draco was saying he couldn't accomplish his task.
Draco hurried back to his room, and fell onto his bed. He pulled the covers closely against him, shivering. He was already cold with worry inside; it didn't help that the dungeons were also freezing at night.
Sunlight was straying into her eyes, as a knocking at her window-awakened Hermione. Surprised, she quickly got up and pulled it opened. A majestic owl fluttered in and held out his leg, which seemingly, had a letter tied to it.
"I've never seen you before." Hermione said softly, untying the letter. The owl nipped her finger and flew out. Hermione closed the window, then plopped down on her bed.
Her curiosity plucked, Hermione quickly opened the letter. As she read, her eyes widened with shock. A certain flash in her eyes showed a little bit of anger. She re-read it over and over, making sure she hadn't missed anything.
"Why hasn't he told me?" she asked herself, pausing suddenly. "Then again, I probably wouldn't tell anyone about that if I were him. But still, it's me."
Hermione felt distressed. She needed to talk to him desperately. What if he was talking to Dumbledore already? She jumped up, and without bothering to get dressed, sprinted towards the headmaster's office. The two gargoyles seemed as if they were staring straight through her.
"Erm." Hermione's voice trailed off. "Lemon Drops?"
There was no movement from the creatures.
Hermione's timid voice rang out again. "Coconut Creams? Butter Nips?"
A voice behind her spoke. "Chocolate frogs." It said softly, and the gargoyles jumped aside.
Hermione looked behind her coming face to face with Professor Dumbledore's silver beard.
"Professor Dumbledore!" She yelled. Jumping back a little. "You, er, scared me."
He smiled. "Well hello to you too Miss Granger." Professor Dumbledore said his eyes glinting. "I'm guessing you have something you'd like to talk about?" He asked, guiding her into his office.
"Well yes and no." Hermione said. "Has Draco Malfoy been to see you yet?"
"As a matter of fact, he has." He looked at her closely. "He told me a very interesting story."
"I know it to." She said quickly, seeing the suspicion in his eyes. "Please, is he still here?"
"No, no." He shook his head. "Mister Malfoy has already put forth our plan to destroy Voldermort."
Hermione winced at the name. "Plan? You mean, he's already gone to his home? But, what if he gets hurt, or something?" She felt like crying. He left already. How could he have already left?
"The highest-ranked wizards in the world are going to be there with him, later tonight. We'll stop Voldermort, Hermione, and Malfoy will be fine. Have no fears." He finished softly.
"Please, let me go. I can't risk not saying good-bye to him. It might be my only chance." Hermione pleaded. "Please, Professor. What if something happened?"
Dumbledore seemed torn between two decisions. "I don't know Hermione. Maybe just to tell him good-bye. If something DOES happen. Which it will most likely not." He said quickly, seeing the look on her face."
Dumbledore sighed in resignation. "We leave at 5:00."
Meanwhile
Draco flew out of the fireplace, landing flat on his face. A sound of frustration came from deep in his throat, and he slowly pulled himself up. Nervously he gathered in his surroundings. Everything in his parlor seemed like it was before he left. It just FELT different.
"Son!" The exclamation from his least favorite voice startled him.
His father walked towards him. "Hope you're ready for tonight." He said softly. "Voldermort can't wait to get his hands on you."
Draco smiled weakly. "Yes, Father." He said convincingly calm. "I'm just as excited as you are. I've been waiting forever for my mark."
His father slapped him on the back in a friendly way, and laughed, coldly. "You better be excited. You know how Voldermort can always sense your feelings." He looked around, then back at his son. "I'll leave you alone now, though. You'll need your rest for tonight."
He chuckled quietly again, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Faintly, Draco heard the soft clicking sound, on the door being locked. Draco finally let his breath out. He was alone. Finally. He was alone, and he could run the plan through his mind as many times he wanted, in peace at that.
He would meet Dumbledore before anyone came, at around 5:30. They would discuss anything Draco didn't understand, then Draco would go back up to the house, to settle his nerves. Lord knows he'd have them. Draco leaned back on the couch, which sat across from the fire, then slowly closed his eyes.
It was 4:30 and Hermione was pacing he room. Thoughts were running through her mind again. Terrible thoughts. Like Draco not surviving. She didn't even know what they were going to do, and it scared her to death.
"Just let them be careful." She prayed silently.
She looked at the clock on her bedside table again, and decided she'd better make her way down to Dumbledore's office. It was time to get started.
Hermione hadn't enjoyed the trip to the Malfoy Mansion. She was worried that Draco wouldn't be able to meet that. As they walked through the woods next to the house, she searched frantically for a sign of him.
"God, where is he?" She wondered.
Finally, Dumble and the other wizards, (none of which Hermione knew) hushed eachother down. Hermione was confused, but realized at once that they were listening to the footsteps coming their way. Slick, sliver-blonde hair was seen coming their way, and Draco stepped into the clearing.
o.O What is going to happen? Sol. (snorts out loud) Just in case =). I hope ya'll enjoy this. For the few that are reading it. It's almost done!
Chapter 3
Draco rolled over on his stomach, then on his side, then back onto his back. Frustrated, he sighed. It was final, Draco couldn't sleep, and it was annoying him like crazy. He sat up in his bed and turned on a lamp, forgetting that the bulb was busted. Draco cursed to himself as he located his wand, and fixed his lamp.
He then looked around, trying to find a quill and parchment. He had been thinking it through his mind. He couldn't face Hermione with his problems, he would send her a note, and just maybe she would understand things better than with him stuttering. He looked inside his table-drawer, and pulled out the supplies he needed. Draco thought hard, but could think of anyway to start his letter. HE huffed and leaned back against his pillow.
"Dear Hermione." he started writing carefully, making many mistakes, and redoing words that just didn't sound right. He sat up for an hour and a half, and had made little progress. His eyes were drooping, and he couldn't help feeling like he needed to sleep. But Hermione was more important. So he pushed through his distress, and came up with a final copy.
Dear Hermione,
I miss you a lot. I only wish I had the guts to say this to you in person. My father is a deatheater, and unfortunately he has beckoned me to our mansion for a ceremony tomorrow night. Voldermort is steadily rising, as my father informs me, and they expect me to get my dark mark. I have resolutely decided to talk to Professor Dumbledore about my situation, and hopefully he will be able to help. I want you to talk to me, if you don't find this revolting, but I cannot help what my father has done. I can't help that he has ruined his life, and has already begun ruining mine. But I DO know that I have control over my own affairs, and for the first time I'm going to make my own decisions. Please, please, understand this, Hermione. I'll talk to you soon, I hope.
Yours truly, Draco
Draco folded his letter and put it in his pocket. He'd have to send the letter now, he decided. So, he started out, cautiously making his way up to the owlery. As Draco opened the door, his owl instantly flew onto his shoulder, expectantly holding out his foot.
"Aha, here you go Hermes." Draco said softly, tying the letter to his foot. "Make sure she gets it tomorrow."
Hermes eyed him defiantly, as if Draco was saying he couldn't accomplish his task.
Draco hurried back to his room, and fell onto his bed. He pulled the covers closely against him, shivering. He was already cold with worry inside; it didn't help that the dungeons were also freezing at night.
Sunlight was straying into her eyes, as a knocking at her window-awakened Hermione. Surprised, she quickly got up and pulled it opened. A majestic owl fluttered in and held out his leg, which seemingly, had a letter tied to it.
"I've never seen you before." Hermione said softly, untying the letter. The owl nipped her finger and flew out. Hermione closed the window, then plopped down on her bed.
Her curiosity plucked, Hermione quickly opened the letter. As she read, her eyes widened with shock. A certain flash in her eyes showed a little bit of anger. She re-read it over and over, making sure she hadn't missed anything.
"Why hasn't he told me?" she asked herself, pausing suddenly. "Then again, I probably wouldn't tell anyone about that if I were him. But still, it's me."
Hermione felt distressed. She needed to talk to him desperately. What if he was talking to Dumbledore already? She jumped up, and without bothering to get dressed, sprinted towards the headmaster's office. The two gargoyles seemed as if they were staring straight through her.
"Erm." Hermione's voice trailed off. "Lemon Drops?"
There was no movement from the creatures.
Hermione's timid voice rang out again. "Coconut Creams? Butter Nips?"
A voice behind her spoke. "Chocolate frogs." It said softly, and the gargoyles jumped aside.
Hermione looked behind her coming face to face with Professor Dumbledore's silver beard.
"Professor Dumbledore!" She yelled. Jumping back a little. "You, er, scared me."
He smiled. "Well hello to you too Miss Granger." Professor Dumbledore said his eyes glinting. "I'm guessing you have something you'd like to talk about?" He asked, guiding her into his office.
"Well yes and no." Hermione said. "Has Draco Malfoy been to see you yet?"
"As a matter of fact, he has." He looked at her closely. "He told me a very interesting story."
"I know it to." She said quickly, seeing the suspicion in his eyes. "Please, is he still here?"
"No, no." He shook his head. "Mister Malfoy has already put forth our plan to destroy Voldermort."
Hermione winced at the name. "Plan? You mean, he's already gone to his home? But, what if he gets hurt, or something?" She felt like crying. He left already. How could he have already left?
"The highest-ranked wizards in the world are going to be there with him, later tonight. We'll stop Voldermort, Hermione, and Malfoy will be fine. Have no fears." He finished softly.
"Please, let me go. I can't risk not saying good-bye to him. It might be my only chance." Hermione pleaded. "Please, Professor. What if something happened?"
Dumbledore seemed torn between two decisions. "I don't know Hermione. Maybe just to tell him good-bye. If something DOES happen. Which it will most likely not." He said quickly, seeing the look on her face."
Dumbledore sighed in resignation. "We leave at 5:00."
Meanwhile
Draco flew out of the fireplace, landing flat on his face. A sound of frustration came from deep in his throat, and he slowly pulled himself up. Nervously he gathered in his surroundings. Everything in his parlor seemed like it was before he left. It just FELT different.
"Son!" The exclamation from his least favorite voice startled him.
His father walked towards him. "Hope you're ready for tonight." He said softly. "Voldermort can't wait to get his hands on you."
Draco smiled weakly. "Yes, Father." He said convincingly calm. "I'm just as excited as you are. I've been waiting forever for my mark."
His father slapped him on the back in a friendly way, and laughed, coldly. "You better be excited. You know how Voldermort can always sense your feelings." He looked around, then back at his son. "I'll leave you alone now, though. You'll need your rest for tonight."
He chuckled quietly again, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Faintly, Draco heard the soft clicking sound, on the door being locked. Draco finally let his breath out. He was alone. Finally. He was alone, and he could run the plan through his mind as many times he wanted, in peace at that.
He would meet Dumbledore before anyone came, at around 5:30. They would discuss anything Draco didn't understand, then Draco would go back up to the house, to settle his nerves. Lord knows he'd have them. Draco leaned back on the couch, which sat across from the fire, then slowly closed his eyes.
It was 4:30 and Hermione was pacing he room. Thoughts were running through her mind again. Terrible thoughts. Like Draco not surviving. She didn't even know what they were going to do, and it scared her to death.
"Just let them be careful." She prayed silently.
She looked at the clock on her bedside table again, and decided she'd better make her way down to Dumbledore's office. It was time to get started.
Hermione hadn't enjoyed the trip to the Malfoy Mansion. She was worried that Draco wouldn't be able to meet that. As they walked through the woods next to the house, she searched frantically for a sign of him.
"God, where is he?" She wondered.
Finally, Dumble and the other wizards, (none of which Hermione knew) hushed eachother down. Hermione was confused, but realized at once that they were listening to the footsteps coming their way. Slick, sliver-blonde hair was seen coming their way, and Draco stepped into the clearing.
o.O What is going to happen? Sol. (snorts out loud) Just in case =). I hope ya'll enjoy this. For the few that are reading it. It's almost done!