A/n 5 reviews?? What???? Ok I was a little mad, that was different than my normal 10 or so, but HERE IS YOUR CHAPTER! And trust me it's not going to be as bloody. Yeah, last chapter wasn't that great. That was probably my suckiest chapter so far!! It's 11:30 right now so let's see how long this chapter will take to write.
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Last time- Draco was just about to open the shower door.
Draco took a deep breath and opened the shower door. A body fell out. Flipping it over, he realized that he was looking at the body of a present Draco Malfoy. "What the hell?!" he mumbled, shocked. "It's a fraud… it's all fake!!" Draco looked up at the mirror. His reflection was white as a stone. "Dumbledor!! Don't go to Dumbledor!" It screamed at him, fainting in the depths of the mirror. "Cenneo!" the blood disappeared from the room. Draco looked at the head and shrugged. Putting his hand to it, he could feel no warmth coming off of it. He tried to touch it, but his hand went right through. It was as though it was being projected onto the surface of the "blood" in the bathtub. "Fake…" He stood up and ran out the door. "Mione! Mione, come quick! Dissapro!" The swinging head vanished, along with all three bodies. All that was left was the head in the tub. Mione, still shocked, was forcefully dragged by Draco into the bathroom. She kicked and protested, but followed, reluctantly, into the bathroom. "Watch this Mione!" he slid his hand through the head, and nothing happened. "And this!" He covered his arm up to his elbow in blood and pulled it out. Nothing. The arm was not even wet. "Cenneo." The last of the disgusting mess was gone. The common room was sparkling as usual, but a thick tension still hung in the air. "What is it?" Hermione asked, noticing Draco's sudden 'not quite there' look. "Come with me." The tiptoed out of the common room and to the boy's bathroom. Through the crack in the wall they watched Dumbledor pace, and silently gasped when they saw none other than lord Voldemort sitting there, watching him with an evil glint in his red eyes.
"Well? What have you done so far?" Dumbledor waved his hands around before rubbing on his temples. "My lord, we have just discussed this! The only thing that I did was set the trap! Malfoy and Granger will be here by morning!" The younger wizard sighed inwardly. "I would hope so." He got up and stalked out of the room, taking his cloak with him. Dumbledor continued to pace. "I set the trap, and watched it for an hour! What else will force Malfoy and Granger to come forth to me! And this plan? I'm not arguing, but I do wonder why he wishes for me to kill the two!! Ah, no questions… And now I am TALKING to myself!! Good lord…" he grabbed a pitcher of water, downed it in a few short gulps, and walked into his bedroom.
Hermione and Draco watched, shocked as to what they were seeing. "Mad, isn't he?" They gasped and spun around. Ron was sitting on the edge of the circular sink. "Yes, I was wondering when you would come. Mione, Draco, have you realized what Dumbledor is?" Draco stared at Ron, and Hermione nodded. "He's a deatheater. I can't believe it." Ron nodded. "I never knew. My father was always speaking about the greatest deatheater ever to live being at the meetings and stuff, but I never would have thought that it could be Dumbledor." Ron and Hermione gave each other sideways glances. "Yeah, it's quite a shock. But can't you see why? Dumbledor wants power. Even though he has a ton of it, he wants more. You see, once you get a taste of the power, you can't go back. If you try, Voldemort will get you back somehow. One way or another, the dark side always seems to win." "But it did lose! Harry defeated Voldemort years ago! Time and time again, he defeated him! Forced him to lose his power! The light has won!" Ron smiled, Draco gave a soft chuckle. "No, Mione. Sure, Harry made Voldemort lose most of his powers, but has he ever killed Harry?" Hermione shook her head. "Right. So the dark side has won after all." There was a rustling noise in the room next door. "Okay, here's the plan…" they leaned in to listen to Ron's whispered plan. "Harry is in Snape's storage room. He is not at the hospital. He's fine. Snape put a spell on him to make him crazy that day. Now, I know that this might be hard for you Mione, but he has to go with us. With you, Draco, Harry, Ginny, and me we should be fine-" "Ginny?" Draco questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Didn't she help in your- Snape or Dumbledor, whoever it was's plan?" Ron thought. "Not really. She's been completely absorbed in studies this year. Don't ask why. All right, anyways. Draco, you and Mione go to the broom shed. Get three brooms and fly up to the astronomy tower. Me, Harry, and Gin will be up there in five. Don't forget a cloak." They nodded, and snuck out through the door, not making a sound.
The air was cold as Draco and Hermione made their way to the broom shed. "Alohamora." The door opened, and they grabbed three, freshly polished firebolts. Draco slid onto one, Hermione sitting behind him, holding the other two brooms. They flew up to the tower, and Harry jumped onto his, Ginny behind him. Ron flew to the front. "All right, let's go!" They took off over the forbidden forest, and started out over the countryside. "You sure this is going to work??" Hermione shouted to Draco over the noise of the wind. "No, but that's ok!" Hermione sighed and leaned on Draco's back. She kissed the back of his neck and closed her eyes. Something told her that this was going to be a long night.
A/n So there is no blood, but I hope that this is better than it was. I personally didn't like the last chapter. Sorry about that, it was really, well, sucky. Happy/Merry Christmas! Whatever you want to say! 12:45 (yikes)
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