Title: Secret Admirer
Author: Nissa
Email: LuckyStar507@aol.com
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Valentines at Hogwarts and things begin to go haywire
Disclaimer: Me.sad fanfic writer. J.K. Rowling.lucky owner of Harry Potter.
A/N: I didn't get very many reviews for the last chapter sadly, but I really wanted to find out what would happen, so I wrote this baby. ^_^
Ron dashed through the room, "Harry!"
Harry was searching through the common room for his Nimbus 2000, "What's the trouble?"
"Hermione.she's in for it." His face was paling visibly behind his multitude of freckles, "And it's all my fault. We have to help her."
Ron hopped on his cheaply crafted, school-borrowed broom and followed Harry out the window of the boy's dormitory.
"So what exactly is going on?" Harry yelled at Ron over the sound of air blowing past them.
"Just head toward Hermione and Draco." Ron pointed down toward a small peroxide blob, which happened to be Draco's head.
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Draco pulled away from Hermione. Their lips; finally unlinked. Draco's eyes clouded, Hermione picked up on this subtlety immediately, "What's wrong?"
Malfoy grinned, "Nothing, nothing at all." He thought that soon enough, it would be true. Before he knew it Granger would be bits of mudblood on his black school shoes.
"Well, then why don't we head back now?" Hermione was reaching toward Draco's hand, which was on the hilt of the sword.
Draco used his other hand to seize Hermione's grasping one, "I don't think so."
His forceful grip made her nervous. She felt insecure, and scared. "Draco?"
"He's going to kill you, you mudblood. He's going to rid the world of you, then the rest of your kind. Just like Voldemort should have done ages ago." Pansy had popped out from her hiding spot. She looked delirious with delight.
Hermione glanced from Pansy to Draco; she knew that his eyes had looked different, colder. "Don't do this," she pleaded to a lost cause.
His cold eyes glazed, the sword was pulled from its sheath. Draco's arm poised itself in the air, fingers tightly gripped around his weapon.
In a swift motion it was brought down. Hermione was sure she was bleeding somewhere, that the pain would pick up soon. But it didn't. She heard a yelp, one that belonged to a familiar voice. "Ron?"
The Weasley boy was on the ground in front of her, his arm was lacerated harshly. Hermione knelt down next to him, in hopes of offering words of comfort. She glanced up to see that Harry was detaining the still possessed Draco.
"What do you think you're doing Potter? You can't help him now!" Pansy cackled from her watching place.
"Draco, you know that Pansy, over there.she's got some Muggle blood in her." Harry looked in Pansy's direction to see her eyes widen.
"No.no I don't.why would you make up such a horrendous lie?" Draco had turned toward her, the sword pulling him like a magnet.
"Isn't that sword drawn to Muggle blood though? How could it lie?" Harry taunted.
"Okay, fine! I have some Muggle ancestry." Pansy confessed in a heated burst.
"Call the spell off Malfoy and you might live." Harry replied.
Hermione couldn't believe what was happening. Ron was still whimpering near her side. "Shh.you're fine. Madam Pomfrey will have you back on your feet in no time." She turned her attention back to the fight at hand.
Malfoy's arm rose once more, this time to strike Pansy. "Indocanosis.finitus!" Pansy shouted, wand pointed towards Draco.
Draco dropped to the ground. His face buried into the grass, sword fallen out of his hand. Pansy bent next to him, "Draco!"
Hermione felt the uncontrollable urge to cast a leg lock spell on Pansy. Though her Muggle upbringing caused her to do something requiring much less skill. Fist met face in Hermione's angry flurry.
Harry and Ron chuckled in spite of themselves. "What's wrong with Malfoy?" Harry asked Hermione.
She walked over to him and felt the pulse of his neck, "He's still alive, though he appears to be a tad unconscious." She paused, "We need to get these two to Madam Pomfrey, Harry."
Harry nodded in confirmation. "We should bring Pansy to, so we can interrogate her when she wakes up from that nasty blow."
Though Hermione had an intense fear of flying, the danger of Ron bleeding to death, and Draco never waking up, overcame her urge to run from the broom. Harry took Draco, using his wand to keep him upright, Hermione boarded behind Ron who assured her he could fly this broom with just one hand.
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"Draco?" His eyes fluttered open to see Hermione sitting on his bed. Where was he? Glancing around quickly he recognized it as the hospital wing.
"What happened?" His head hurt beyond belief. He couldn't recall anything about before.except something to do with Pansy.
Hermione had a sad smile on her face, "Nothing.I'm just glad that you're okay."
"Why wouldn't I be?" Draco was confused.
"No reason." By trying to simplify things, Hermione was only complicating them.
"If she won't tell you, then I will." Ron said from a nearby bed.
Hermione shot him a look that would have killed Voldemort himself. "There's nothing to tell, is there Ron?"
Ron looked perturbed, "No, nothing at all. Draco going zombie and trying to chop you and every other half Muggle into bits was just an everyday event."
"I what?" Draco's blue eyes grew wide in terror, "Did I hurt you? How did this happen?"
"No, I'm fine."
Ron interrupted Hermione, "I'm not. It's going to take forever for this skin to regrow. You chopped me clean through with that huge sword of yours."
"Why would I do that?" Hermione grabbed Draco's hand, for reassurance.
"You were under some spell that Pansy put on you.she was just jealous that you were going out with me.she wanted revenge." She sighed, "The only thing I don't understand is how she got you to do it. I mean I know of a spell that does such a thing, but you need an article of the person who will be killed. Where would she get something like that?"
Ron gulped. He didn't want to confess, it was too hard. The look Hermione had got when she thought he might be seriously injured told him how much she cared for him. He wanted to reverse time and redo his less than knowledgeable action.
"Me either," Draco said, a little puzzled still.
Oh, but Ron knew.he knew too well.
;;*;; Ahh, I don't know what to do. I think one more chapter and this baby is done. Let me know what you think. Also if you have any ideas for another fic email me a.s.a.p. Luckystar507@aol.com. ;;*;;
Author: Nissa
Email: LuckyStar507@aol.com
Rating: PG
Summary: It's Valentines at Hogwarts and things begin to go haywire
Disclaimer: Me.sad fanfic writer. J.K. Rowling.lucky owner of Harry Potter.
A/N: I didn't get very many reviews for the last chapter sadly, but I really wanted to find out what would happen, so I wrote this baby. ^_^
Ron dashed through the room, "Harry!"
Harry was searching through the common room for his Nimbus 2000, "What's the trouble?"
"Hermione.she's in for it." His face was paling visibly behind his multitude of freckles, "And it's all my fault. We have to help her."
Ron hopped on his cheaply crafted, school-borrowed broom and followed Harry out the window of the boy's dormitory.
"So what exactly is going on?" Harry yelled at Ron over the sound of air blowing past them.
"Just head toward Hermione and Draco." Ron pointed down toward a small peroxide blob, which happened to be Draco's head.
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Draco pulled away from Hermione. Their lips; finally unlinked. Draco's eyes clouded, Hermione picked up on this subtlety immediately, "What's wrong?"
Malfoy grinned, "Nothing, nothing at all." He thought that soon enough, it would be true. Before he knew it Granger would be bits of mudblood on his black school shoes.
"Well, then why don't we head back now?" Hermione was reaching toward Draco's hand, which was on the hilt of the sword.
Draco used his other hand to seize Hermione's grasping one, "I don't think so."
His forceful grip made her nervous. She felt insecure, and scared. "Draco?"
"He's going to kill you, you mudblood. He's going to rid the world of you, then the rest of your kind. Just like Voldemort should have done ages ago." Pansy had popped out from her hiding spot. She looked delirious with delight.
Hermione glanced from Pansy to Draco; she knew that his eyes had looked different, colder. "Don't do this," she pleaded to a lost cause.
His cold eyes glazed, the sword was pulled from its sheath. Draco's arm poised itself in the air, fingers tightly gripped around his weapon.
In a swift motion it was brought down. Hermione was sure she was bleeding somewhere, that the pain would pick up soon. But it didn't. She heard a yelp, one that belonged to a familiar voice. "Ron?"
The Weasley boy was on the ground in front of her, his arm was lacerated harshly. Hermione knelt down next to him, in hopes of offering words of comfort. She glanced up to see that Harry was detaining the still possessed Draco.
"What do you think you're doing Potter? You can't help him now!" Pansy cackled from her watching place.
"Draco, you know that Pansy, over there.she's got some Muggle blood in her." Harry looked in Pansy's direction to see her eyes widen.
"No.no I don't.why would you make up such a horrendous lie?" Draco had turned toward her, the sword pulling him like a magnet.
"Isn't that sword drawn to Muggle blood though? How could it lie?" Harry taunted.
"Okay, fine! I have some Muggle ancestry." Pansy confessed in a heated burst.
"Call the spell off Malfoy and you might live." Harry replied.
Hermione couldn't believe what was happening. Ron was still whimpering near her side. "Shh.you're fine. Madam Pomfrey will have you back on your feet in no time." She turned her attention back to the fight at hand.
Malfoy's arm rose once more, this time to strike Pansy. "Indocanosis.finitus!" Pansy shouted, wand pointed towards Draco.
Draco dropped to the ground. His face buried into the grass, sword fallen out of his hand. Pansy bent next to him, "Draco!"
Hermione felt the uncontrollable urge to cast a leg lock spell on Pansy. Though her Muggle upbringing caused her to do something requiring much less skill. Fist met face in Hermione's angry flurry.
Harry and Ron chuckled in spite of themselves. "What's wrong with Malfoy?" Harry asked Hermione.
She walked over to him and felt the pulse of his neck, "He's still alive, though he appears to be a tad unconscious." She paused, "We need to get these two to Madam Pomfrey, Harry."
Harry nodded in confirmation. "We should bring Pansy to, so we can interrogate her when she wakes up from that nasty blow."
Though Hermione had an intense fear of flying, the danger of Ron bleeding to death, and Draco never waking up, overcame her urge to run from the broom. Harry took Draco, using his wand to keep him upright, Hermione boarded behind Ron who assured her he could fly this broom with just one hand.
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"Draco?" His eyes fluttered open to see Hermione sitting on his bed. Where was he? Glancing around quickly he recognized it as the hospital wing.
"What happened?" His head hurt beyond belief. He couldn't recall anything about before.except something to do with Pansy.
Hermione had a sad smile on her face, "Nothing.I'm just glad that you're okay."
"Why wouldn't I be?" Draco was confused.
"No reason." By trying to simplify things, Hermione was only complicating them.
"If she won't tell you, then I will." Ron said from a nearby bed.
Hermione shot him a look that would have killed Voldemort himself. "There's nothing to tell, is there Ron?"
Ron looked perturbed, "No, nothing at all. Draco going zombie and trying to chop you and every other half Muggle into bits was just an everyday event."
"I what?" Draco's blue eyes grew wide in terror, "Did I hurt you? How did this happen?"
"No, I'm fine."
Ron interrupted Hermione, "I'm not. It's going to take forever for this skin to regrow. You chopped me clean through with that huge sword of yours."
"Why would I do that?" Hermione grabbed Draco's hand, for reassurance.
"You were under some spell that Pansy put on you.she was just jealous that you were going out with me.she wanted revenge." She sighed, "The only thing I don't understand is how she got you to do it. I mean I know of a spell that does such a thing, but you need an article of the person who will be killed. Where would she get something like that?"
Ron gulped. He didn't want to confess, it was too hard. The look Hermione had got when she thought he might be seriously injured told him how much she cared for him. He wanted to reverse time and redo his less than knowledgeable action.
"Me either," Draco said, a little puzzled still.
Oh, but Ron knew.he knew too well.
;;*;; Ahh, I don't know what to do. I think one more chapter and this baby is done. Let me know what you think. Also if you have any ideas for another fic email me a.s.a.p. Luckystar507@aol.com. ;;*;;
