Hey all!!!! I'm back. One of you got the murderer right! I was amazed! Oh
well. I guess I'll have to make the rest of the characters more suspicious.
Draco walked down the blackened corridors fluidly, his silver eyes glinting maliciously in the moonlight.
Potter was dead. This fact was oddly disorientating to Draco. Oh well he'd find who ever did it and then they'd pay.
"Ginny, be quiet!" Ron hissed at his sister when he noticed her white high- heeled shoes smacking the ground loudly.
Ginny shrugged and slipped the shoes off. She and Ron had some how managed to find their way to the Transfiguration classroom. Suddenly Ron's ears picked up a strange sound. He turned to Ginny. "Do you hear that?"
Ginny nodded slowly and moved forward to find the origin of the sound. She noticed that Ron wasn't following her. She walked back to her brother, grasped him by the forearm and pulled him forward with her.
They walked up to the source of the sound, McGonagall's desk, and peered under it.
"Neville?" Ginny asked stunned.
"Neville, what are you doing here?"
Neville looked up from his place under the desk. "I'd forgotten my bag and came back to get it and they left without me. Then all the lights went out and I heard screaming, I was so scared I ran and hid under this desk."
Ron extended a hand and helped Neville to his feet. "Yeah, someone killed Harry, and we're looking for the murderer." Ron explained, anger tingeing his voice.
"Don't leave me in here all alone!" Neville suddenly cried, clasping the front of Ron's robes.
"It's all right Neville, you can help us." Ginny assured.
Relief passed over the brunette's face as he followed them out of the room.
The library doors creaked as Hermione pushed the heavy oak forward and Pansy followed her inside.
The bookshelves seemed eerie, standing like silent sentinels in the room. Hermione shivered. She had always loved the library, but now she was terrified and sorry she had chosen to come here. She and Pansy crept silently through the shelves in search of clues. Pansy combed the library in search of Hermione and when she couldn't find her assumed that the snob had abandoned her. She strutted out of the room, extremely annoyed.
Hermione heard the heavy door slam against it's hinges and jumped. Where was Pansy? Had the killer found Pansy too? Hermione shuddered. What if the killer was in the room with her right now? What if he were right behind her?
Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A hand clapped over her mouth. Her attacker turned her around.
"Shhhhh. It's just me." Draco whispered.
Hermione sighed heavily. "Don't do that. There's a killer on the loose, so stop with the silent shadow slinking okay?"
He raised an eyebrow "Silent shadow slinking?"
"Just don't do it okay?"
His mouth curled "I'll try?"
She glared at him but the library door thumped again. Someone had entered the room.
Draco circled Hermione's wrist with his fingers and pulled her back into the shadows.
"This silent shadow thing." Hermione hissed.
"Shhhhh." Draco placed a finger over her lips as a black figure slunk past.
It was humming in a high-pitched voice the same song that had played over the intercom after Harry's untimely demise. The figure moved out of the library after assuring itself there were no potential victims within.
Draco waited until the humming faded to release Hermione. She was trembling with all the adrenaline pumping through her body.
Draco glanced down at a small item that was in the aisle the killer had walked through. It was a tiny string. Draco furrowed his brow. String? Why would a killer be carrying string. There was the possibility that the killer was extremely stupid or that the killer had known that they were there the whole time and had left it in the room just to confuse them. This last thought caused Draco slight unease. If he had lost his ability to hide they were all screwed. Hermione came up behind him and inspected the string curiously. "What a freak."
Draco chuckled softly. "Only you would call a psychopathic, string carrying killer a freak, Hermione."
"Well it's true. Honestly what murderer wanders around with string."
Draco shrugged. "All I know is that it's not either of us, apparently, so I guess we can trust each other to solve the mystery."
Hermione laughed. "Trust you? I'd have to be insane."
"You are." He replied smoothly.
She stuck her tongue out at him and he shook his head. "I don't get it."
Hermione made a face. "Don't get what?"
"You, you little hellion."
Hermione's jaw dropped open. "Hellion?"
"Yes, hellion. H-E-L-L-I-O-N."
Hermione brought her fist down on his chest but she didn't pull it away quick enough and Draco caught her hand and dragged her against him. "See? You're always getting into trouble."
He brushed his lips across hers as the door thumped again.
************************************************************************ Ta da! Don't you love my story? I'm getting some interesting guesses on the identity of the killer. Filch? Oh well. See ya
Draco walked down the blackened corridors fluidly, his silver eyes glinting maliciously in the moonlight.
Potter was dead. This fact was oddly disorientating to Draco. Oh well he'd find who ever did it and then they'd pay.
"Ginny, be quiet!" Ron hissed at his sister when he noticed her white high- heeled shoes smacking the ground loudly.
Ginny shrugged and slipped the shoes off. She and Ron had some how managed to find their way to the Transfiguration classroom. Suddenly Ron's ears picked up a strange sound. He turned to Ginny. "Do you hear that?"
Ginny nodded slowly and moved forward to find the origin of the sound. She noticed that Ron wasn't following her. She walked back to her brother, grasped him by the forearm and pulled him forward with her.
They walked up to the source of the sound, McGonagall's desk, and peered under it.
"Neville?" Ginny asked stunned.
"Neville, what are you doing here?"
Neville looked up from his place under the desk. "I'd forgotten my bag and came back to get it and they left without me. Then all the lights went out and I heard screaming, I was so scared I ran and hid under this desk."
Ron extended a hand and helped Neville to his feet. "Yeah, someone killed Harry, and we're looking for the murderer." Ron explained, anger tingeing his voice.
"Don't leave me in here all alone!" Neville suddenly cried, clasping the front of Ron's robes.
"It's all right Neville, you can help us." Ginny assured.
Relief passed over the brunette's face as he followed them out of the room.
The library doors creaked as Hermione pushed the heavy oak forward and Pansy followed her inside.
The bookshelves seemed eerie, standing like silent sentinels in the room. Hermione shivered. She had always loved the library, but now she was terrified and sorry she had chosen to come here. She and Pansy crept silently through the shelves in search of clues. Pansy combed the library in search of Hermione and when she couldn't find her assumed that the snob had abandoned her. She strutted out of the room, extremely annoyed.
Hermione heard the heavy door slam against it's hinges and jumped. Where was Pansy? Had the killer found Pansy too? Hermione shuddered. What if the killer was in the room with her right now? What if he were right behind her?
Hermione felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A hand clapped over her mouth. Her attacker turned her around.
"Shhhhh. It's just me." Draco whispered.
Hermione sighed heavily. "Don't do that. There's a killer on the loose, so stop with the silent shadow slinking okay?"
He raised an eyebrow "Silent shadow slinking?"
"Just don't do it okay?"
His mouth curled "I'll try?"
She glared at him but the library door thumped again. Someone had entered the room.
Draco circled Hermione's wrist with his fingers and pulled her back into the shadows.
"This silent shadow thing." Hermione hissed.
"Shhhhh." Draco placed a finger over her lips as a black figure slunk past.
It was humming in a high-pitched voice the same song that had played over the intercom after Harry's untimely demise. The figure moved out of the library after assuring itself there were no potential victims within.
Draco waited until the humming faded to release Hermione. She was trembling with all the adrenaline pumping through her body.
Draco glanced down at a small item that was in the aisle the killer had walked through. It was a tiny string. Draco furrowed his brow. String? Why would a killer be carrying string. There was the possibility that the killer was extremely stupid or that the killer had known that they were there the whole time and had left it in the room just to confuse them. This last thought caused Draco slight unease. If he had lost his ability to hide they were all screwed. Hermione came up behind him and inspected the string curiously. "What a freak."
Draco chuckled softly. "Only you would call a psychopathic, string carrying killer a freak, Hermione."
"Well it's true. Honestly what murderer wanders around with string."
Draco shrugged. "All I know is that it's not either of us, apparently, so I guess we can trust each other to solve the mystery."
Hermione laughed. "Trust you? I'd have to be insane."
"You are." He replied smoothly.
She stuck her tongue out at him and he shook his head. "I don't get it."
Hermione made a face. "Don't get what?"
"You, you little hellion."
Hermione's jaw dropped open. "Hellion?"
"Yes, hellion. H-E-L-L-I-O-N."
Hermione brought her fist down on his chest but she didn't pull it away quick enough and Draco caught her hand and dragged her against him. "See? You're always getting into trouble."
He brushed his lips across hers as the door thumped again.
************************************************************************ Ta da! Don't you love my story? I'm getting some interesting guesses on the identity of the killer. Filch? Oh well. See ya
