WoO 12 reviews! =) I'm so happy. Well, neways, onto the story. This MIGHT
be the last chapter, but if it's not, there'll just be one more. Also I
noticed a type on the last chapter. At the top it said Chapter 3. Well it
was chapter 4. I don't think ya'll cared though. So, have fun reading!
Chapter 5
Draco looked around at the wizards, his face expressionless. Then, his gaze fell on Hermione. His mouth opened in surprise. Hermione could feel other eyes on her too.
Finally she couldn't take it. In a flash, she was in his arms. Automatically he wrapped his arms around her, and sighed.
"You had me so worried, Draco." Hermione said softly.
He shivered as he felt her talking, her lips on his neck. "I'll be fine, Herm. No need to worry. Everything's going to be fine. We'll catch that Voldermort. And then" he paused, "we can be together."
They heard a cough and someone clearing their throats from the wizard's directions.
Hermione took a death breath, filling her lungs with his familiar smell. She glanced at the wizards, than began talking again. "I- I just." Her voice trailed off. She looked into his eyes, and kissed him once more. "I just want you to be careful." She finished lamely.
"Why can't I tell him I love him." She sighed sadly, and he was pulled away to converse with the Ministry Wizards. She sat on the same log she had been sitting down on before. He said everything was going to be all right. I KNOW everything's going to be okay.
Draco pushed himself up the hill, back to the mansion. He was praying that Hermione trusted him. He knew in his heart that many things, horrible things, could go wrong. But he couldn't tell her that. It would just make things worse.
He pulled open the door and snuck back up the parlor room. Hopefully his father hadn't checked-up on his recently. Draco unlocked the door with his wand, and walked inside. He sat stiffly back on the couch, his stomach growling.
Near 9:00, his Father burst into the room, a huge, cold, smile on his face. He spoke few words, and literally dragged Draco through the halls. They walked out of the door, his father slamming it behind him. Draco recognized the path they were taking. It was the path to where Dumbledore and all the other wizards were stationed. He almost smiled to himself, realizing their plan just might go right. He was roughly pulled into the clearing, finding twenty-or-so black-cloaked people roaming around. His father was also one of those.
"Deatheaters. This is what I'm supposed to become." Draco thought to himself. He needed to be careful now, though. Voldermort could see what he was thinking easily. Especially if that thought was betrayal.
"Son," His father's voice broke into his thoughts. "These are your friends now." He smile gleamed in the moonlight, and Draco shivered.
"Yes, Father." Draco said numbly. His father showed him off, and Draco was constantly being congratulated, when all he wanted to say was that he hated all of them, and that he would rather die than become one of them.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and everyone instantly stopped talking. Voldermort appeared before them. He was tall, with black hair. His eyes were but mere slits. His nose, just as bad. Small little slits in an extremely pale, oval face. His eyes were on fire as he looked around at his followers.
"Hello there." His voice was soft, like a cold breeze. His gaze paused on Draco, then moved on. "I'm so delighted that you could make it here today." He smirked. "We will be giving four new men their dark marks. Something that will change their life forever."
He walked towards him, and many of the people bowed, and kissed his hand. He walked slowly along, and stopped when he reached Draco. Reluctantly, he bowed to him.
"I see that you are nervous." Voldermort hissed softly. "Do you not wish to be in my presence?"
"I am happy to be here, my Lord." Draco answered; hoping he was just imagined the tremor in his voice.
Voldermort stood there, looking closely at him, then moved onto the next person. Draco let out an audible sigh. He then felt a shiver run down his spine as he heard rustling in the bushes behind him.
"Could they make it anymore obvious that they're here?" Panic-stricken, Draco forced himself not to look back. If he did, he would surely give away the wizard's position. So he stood there, his hands behind his back, as Voldermort talked. He told them stories about how their father's had defeated muggles, and powerful wizards, and how he expected the same from the four new boys.
Draco spaced off again, as he heard another rustle behind him. He took a quick glance, but was still caught.
"Malfoy," Voldermort barked, sounding like a Professor from school. "Is there something in the bushes that interests you more than me?"
"Er." Draco stuttered. "No my Lord. I just thought I heard some noise. It must be some birds, and rodents or something." Draco finished, nervously looking at the other Deatheaters.
Voldermort slowly approached Draco. "You are not a very good liar, my friend." He said softly, pulling out his wand. Raising his wand toward the bushes, he yelled "Stupify," and out fell and unconscious wizard. It was one of the shorter wizards Draco had met earlier. He'd already forgotten the name.
"Now what do we have here." Voldermort squatted down and looked closely at the Wizard, running his finger across the Ministry badge. Before he could say anything, though, he heard a scream from somewhere behind him. Dumbledore stepped out from his hiding place, as other Ministry wizards performed the Cruciatus and Imperius Curse on the Deatheaters. They must have been saving Avada Kedavra for someone in particular. The war had finally begun.
Hermione stood in the bushes. The scene before her made her feel sick. She watched as wizards from both sides, good and bad, fell to the ground. She knew deep inside, that some would never get back up. Where was Draco though? She looked intently for the silver blonde hair. Finally she couldn't take it, so she ran into the battle scene. Curses were flying everywhere as she ran into somebody.
"Hermione!" Draco yelled.
"Draco!" Hermione wrapped her arms around him. "Thank God you're okay!"
He nestled his hair in her hair, and slung his arms around her.
-There will never come a day
You will ever hear me say
That I want, or need to be without you
I want to give my all-
"You bastard." A cold voice rang out over the noise. "How dare you betray me." Voldermort walked slowly toward Draco, his wand pointed straight in between his eyes. "You've ruined everything I've worked for." He said, his eyes blazing red with fury.
-Baby just hold me
Simply control me
Because your arms,
They keep away the lonelies-
Draco, sensing danger, pushed Hermione gently away. "Please Hermione. Just get away. Before you get hurt." He kissed her on the lips. "I love you."
Voldermort's voice got louder, as his words filled with rage. "You will now have to pay with you're life." His eyes filled with enjoyment. "Adava Kedavra."
-When I look into your eyes
Then I realize
All I need is you in my life
All I need is you in my life-
Hermione watched as he fell. His eyes showed shock, his face showed determination. She ran to him. Her tears blurring her vision. She tripped over rocks, and branches, and bodies. She fell on her knees next to him. Draco lay there, his eyes looking up at the stars. She ran her hand over his face, choked with tears, and rage. Faintly, she heard a familiar voice yelling, then a loud pop. She looked up, just in time to see Voldermort apparate. She didn't care. She just wanted Draco back. The tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Draco." her voice cracked. "I never had a chance to say it back." Hermione put her head in her hands.
"I love you." She whispered. She sat there next to him and cried.
o.O I'm horrible. I let him die. =( Oh well, there's going to be ONE MORE CHAPTER, and then I'm thinking about a sequel. Oh yeah, the song was called "Never Felt This Way" By Alicia Keys.
Thanks for reading, and review please!
Chapter 5
Draco looked around at the wizards, his face expressionless. Then, his gaze fell on Hermione. His mouth opened in surprise. Hermione could feel other eyes on her too.
Finally she couldn't take it. In a flash, she was in his arms. Automatically he wrapped his arms around her, and sighed.
"You had me so worried, Draco." Hermione said softly.
He shivered as he felt her talking, her lips on his neck. "I'll be fine, Herm. No need to worry. Everything's going to be fine. We'll catch that Voldermort. And then" he paused, "we can be together."
They heard a cough and someone clearing their throats from the wizard's directions.
Hermione took a death breath, filling her lungs with his familiar smell. She glanced at the wizards, than began talking again. "I- I just." Her voice trailed off. She looked into his eyes, and kissed him once more. "I just want you to be careful." She finished lamely.
"Why can't I tell him I love him." She sighed sadly, and he was pulled away to converse with the Ministry Wizards. She sat on the same log she had been sitting down on before. He said everything was going to be all right. I KNOW everything's going to be okay.
Draco pushed himself up the hill, back to the mansion. He was praying that Hermione trusted him. He knew in his heart that many things, horrible things, could go wrong. But he couldn't tell her that. It would just make things worse.
He pulled open the door and snuck back up the parlor room. Hopefully his father hadn't checked-up on his recently. Draco unlocked the door with his wand, and walked inside. He sat stiffly back on the couch, his stomach growling.
Near 9:00, his Father burst into the room, a huge, cold, smile on his face. He spoke few words, and literally dragged Draco through the halls. They walked out of the door, his father slamming it behind him. Draco recognized the path they were taking. It was the path to where Dumbledore and all the other wizards were stationed. He almost smiled to himself, realizing their plan just might go right. He was roughly pulled into the clearing, finding twenty-or-so black-cloaked people roaming around. His father was also one of those.
"Deatheaters. This is what I'm supposed to become." Draco thought to himself. He needed to be careful now, though. Voldermort could see what he was thinking easily. Especially if that thought was betrayal.
"Son," His father's voice broke into his thoughts. "These are your friends now." He smile gleamed in the moonlight, and Draco shivered.
"Yes, Father." Draco said numbly. His father showed him off, and Draco was constantly being congratulated, when all he wanted to say was that he hated all of them, and that he would rather die than become one of them.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and everyone instantly stopped talking. Voldermort appeared before them. He was tall, with black hair. His eyes were but mere slits. His nose, just as bad. Small little slits in an extremely pale, oval face. His eyes were on fire as he looked around at his followers.
"Hello there." His voice was soft, like a cold breeze. His gaze paused on Draco, then moved on. "I'm so delighted that you could make it here today." He smirked. "We will be giving four new men their dark marks. Something that will change their life forever."
He walked towards him, and many of the people bowed, and kissed his hand. He walked slowly along, and stopped when he reached Draco. Reluctantly, he bowed to him.
"I see that you are nervous." Voldermort hissed softly. "Do you not wish to be in my presence?"
"I am happy to be here, my Lord." Draco answered; hoping he was just imagined the tremor in his voice.
Voldermort stood there, looking closely at him, then moved onto the next person. Draco let out an audible sigh. He then felt a shiver run down his spine as he heard rustling in the bushes behind him.
"Could they make it anymore obvious that they're here?" Panic-stricken, Draco forced himself not to look back. If he did, he would surely give away the wizard's position. So he stood there, his hands behind his back, as Voldermort talked. He told them stories about how their father's had defeated muggles, and powerful wizards, and how he expected the same from the four new boys.
Draco spaced off again, as he heard another rustle behind him. He took a quick glance, but was still caught.
"Malfoy," Voldermort barked, sounding like a Professor from school. "Is there something in the bushes that interests you more than me?"
"Er." Draco stuttered. "No my Lord. I just thought I heard some noise. It must be some birds, and rodents or something." Draco finished, nervously looking at the other Deatheaters.
Voldermort slowly approached Draco. "You are not a very good liar, my friend." He said softly, pulling out his wand. Raising his wand toward the bushes, he yelled "Stupify," and out fell and unconscious wizard. It was one of the shorter wizards Draco had met earlier. He'd already forgotten the name.
"Now what do we have here." Voldermort squatted down and looked closely at the Wizard, running his finger across the Ministry badge. Before he could say anything, though, he heard a scream from somewhere behind him. Dumbledore stepped out from his hiding place, as other Ministry wizards performed the Cruciatus and Imperius Curse on the Deatheaters. They must have been saving Avada Kedavra for someone in particular. The war had finally begun.
Hermione stood in the bushes. The scene before her made her feel sick. She watched as wizards from both sides, good and bad, fell to the ground. She knew deep inside, that some would never get back up. Where was Draco though? She looked intently for the silver blonde hair. Finally she couldn't take it, so she ran into the battle scene. Curses were flying everywhere as she ran into somebody.
"Hermione!" Draco yelled.
"Draco!" Hermione wrapped her arms around him. "Thank God you're okay!"
He nestled his hair in her hair, and slung his arms around her.
-There will never come a day
You will ever hear me say
That I want, or need to be without you
I want to give my all-
"You bastard." A cold voice rang out over the noise. "How dare you betray me." Voldermort walked slowly toward Draco, his wand pointed straight in between his eyes. "You've ruined everything I've worked for." He said, his eyes blazing red with fury.
-Baby just hold me
Simply control me
Because your arms,
They keep away the lonelies-
Draco, sensing danger, pushed Hermione gently away. "Please Hermione. Just get away. Before you get hurt." He kissed her on the lips. "I love you."
Voldermort's voice got louder, as his words filled with rage. "You will now have to pay with you're life." His eyes filled with enjoyment. "Adava Kedavra."
-When I look into your eyes
Then I realize
All I need is you in my life
All I need is you in my life-
Hermione watched as he fell. His eyes showed shock, his face showed determination. She ran to him. Her tears blurring her vision. She tripped over rocks, and branches, and bodies. She fell on her knees next to him. Draco lay there, his eyes looking up at the stars. She ran her hand over his face, choked with tears, and rage. Faintly, she heard a familiar voice yelling, then a loud pop. She looked up, just in time to see Voldermort apparate. She didn't care. She just wanted Draco back. The tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Draco." her voice cracked. "I never had a chance to say it back." Hermione put her head in her hands.
"I love you." She whispered. She sat there next to him and cried.
o.O I'm horrible. I let him die. =( Oh well, there's going to be ONE MORE CHAPTER, and then I'm thinking about a sequel. Oh yeah, the song was called "Never Felt This Way" By Alicia Keys.
Thanks for reading, and review please!