Chapter thirteen Where is Hermione?
Hermione tried to scream but her voice was caught in her throat. A hand grabed her around the neck, squeezing the air out of her. She started choking and sputtering, the hand just tightened around her neck. Her lungs were screaming for air, tears welled up in her eyes, she couldn't see, the world was turning black.
She felt the hand loosen it's grip around her neck, but she couldn't move. She felt a cold body press against hers, next thing she knew, a piercing pain surged through her body, sending out a desperate sob from the depths of her throat, but before she could do anything else, the world went black...
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Draco was sitting on the cold, wet ground of the dungeon, his arms folded over his chest. They were sitting in the common room and when Hermione went to the kitchen, a strange force hit them and sent them brutaly spinning, they got dizzy and sick and when it stopped spinning, they were in a dark, wet and cold dungeon.
For what seemed like hours they shouted for help and tried to get out, but all was for nothing. The others were sitting around, not doing anything to help the situation. Draco on the other hand, was thinking back, trying to figure out what happened.
A twang of panic and worry hit him like a hammer. Hermione was not with him, she was alone there, she wasn't safe. He got up and took out his wand witch he carried everywhere with him.
And with the love and care he had in his heart, the curse was so strong that it broke a giant hole in the dungeon wall. The girls screamed as the bits of rocks and dust came falling down on them, like angry bees on a bear who stole their hunny.
Draco and Mark helped the girls up and they all rushed out. They were somewhere in the school were they had never been before, it was dark and cold. The two boys hugged the girls to them and they made their way through the winding paths.
They were in a maze, cold and darkness met them in every corner. They blindly stumbled through the passageways, not daring to take saperate paths, for fear of getting lost. Draco, getting very frusterated, stopped abrubtly and in his rage, punched the wall with all his might.
A tricle of blood dripped from his fist. Padma whimpered as she saw him, she ripped a piece of her robes and tied it around his fists. He gave her a weak smile wich she returned even weaker.
Draco leaned back and found himself flying backwards, he grabed the others and pulled him in with him. They found themselves in another cold and wet dungeon, but this one seemed familar...
It had a few torches casting a ghostly light over them. The only window was up high by the rim of the wall. Draco gasped and ran with all his might to the wall on the far right side. He took out his wand and touched it, they all watched it melt away to reveal a painting of a green pasture, holding a sleeeping cow.
Draco cried out with joy and the others cheered, though they had no idea what this painting meant. The cow, at the noise, woke up and seeing Draco, flung open. The others 'ahhhed' in understanding and they crawled through the portrait.
They gasped at what they saw lying on the ground, Hannah burst out crying and Draco fell to his knees, sobing...
a/n Oh my god, I am soo sorry for this really short chapter and cliffhanger but my mom is at the store right now and I'm rushing like hell to write this. Oh fuck! She's here! Oh shit, forgive me if I don't do the thank you's I'll do that at the next chappie wich I promise to get out ASAP. Okay I g2g, see ya.
Hermione tried to scream but her voice was caught in her throat. A hand grabed her around the neck, squeezing the air out of her. She started choking and sputtering, the hand just tightened around her neck. Her lungs were screaming for air, tears welled up in her eyes, she couldn't see, the world was turning black.
She felt the hand loosen it's grip around her neck, but she couldn't move. She felt a cold body press against hers, next thing she knew, a piercing pain surged through her body, sending out a desperate sob from the depths of her throat, but before she could do anything else, the world went black...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco was sitting on the cold, wet ground of the dungeon, his arms folded over his chest. They were sitting in the common room and when Hermione went to the kitchen, a strange force hit them and sent them brutaly spinning, they got dizzy and sick and when it stopped spinning, they were in a dark, wet and cold dungeon.
For what seemed like hours they shouted for help and tried to get out, but all was for nothing. The others were sitting around, not doing anything to help the situation. Draco on the other hand, was thinking back, trying to figure out what happened.
A twang of panic and worry hit him like a hammer. Hermione was not with him, she was alone there, she wasn't safe. He got up and took out his wand witch he carried everywhere with him.
And with the love and care he had in his heart, the curse was so strong that it broke a giant hole in the dungeon wall. The girls screamed as the bits of rocks and dust came falling down on them, like angry bees on a bear who stole their hunny.
Draco and Mark helped the girls up and they all rushed out. They were somewhere in the school were they had never been before, it was dark and cold. The two boys hugged the girls to them and they made their way through the winding paths.
They were in a maze, cold and darkness met them in every corner. They blindly stumbled through the passageways, not daring to take saperate paths, for fear of getting lost. Draco, getting very frusterated, stopped abrubtly and in his rage, punched the wall with all his might.
A tricle of blood dripped from his fist. Padma whimpered as she saw him, she ripped a piece of her robes and tied it around his fists. He gave her a weak smile wich she returned even weaker.
Draco leaned back and found himself flying backwards, he grabed the others and pulled him in with him. They found themselves in another cold and wet dungeon, but this one seemed familar...
It had a few torches casting a ghostly light over them. The only window was up high by the rim of the wall. Draco gasped and ran with all his might to the wall on the far right side. He took out his wand and touched it, they all watched it melt away to reveal a painting of a green pasture, holding a sleeeping cow.
Draco cried out with joy and the others cheered, though they had no idea what this painting meant. The cow, at the noise, woke up and seeing Draco, flung open. The others 'ahhhed' in understanding and they crawled through the portrait.
They gasped at what they saw lying on the ground, Hannah burst out crying and Draco fell to his knees, sobing...
a/n Oh my god, I am soo sorry for this really short chapter and cliffhanger but my mom is at the store right now and I'm rushing like hell to write this. Oh fuck! She's here! Oh shit, forgive me if I don't do the thank you's I'll do that at the next chappie wich I promise to get out ASAP. Okay I g2g, see ya.
