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Cradle the Enemy
Lost in the Dungeons
Why is it always so cold down here? I would hate to live and stay in these dungeons all day long. Wait a second..I've been here already. Oh no!! I'm lost!
Harry and Ron probably wont even look for me. Miss-know-it-all..I'm tired of hearing them call me that. All they do is play chess, and it's not hard to tell who will win. Ron always wins. Why would you play if you knew who would win, and even knowing Ron will win, Harry still fights with him afterwards? It's an on going cycle, which makes them forget about me. They won't even look for me, will they?
"Hehchooo!"
What was that?? Someone sneezed. Some one is down here. Bloody hell, it's too dark to see my hands in front of my face. Its ok, Hermione. Stay calm.
"Etchooo! Ehh..etch! sniff."
Oh no! Ummm what to do, what to do. "Hello? Is any one there?" Come on stupid, of course there is, you heard someone sneeze.
Then I heard coughing, which didn't stop for a while, and then a groan. Yup, most definitely was someone.
Slowly walking further down the dungeon hallway, I could just barely make out a figure on the damp floor. Once I got closer I found it was curled up in a ball.
A foot away, I saw platinum hair, wet and disheveled. Kneeling towards the boy before me, I pulled his shoulder over so that he was lying on his back, that way I could get a good look to see who it actually was.
Oh my god!!! MALFOY??
Blurry eyes look up at me, confused, scared blurry eyes. Eyes that quickly squinted and looked away. Grey eyes that closed and a strong body, which no longer looked like it had any strength left, shook as he let out, "Etishooo! Sniff sniff..cough"
Barely audible, he strained, "Granger..cough..Hermione..I don't feel so good.groan."
(POV narrator)
She hadn't noticed it before, but sweat beads glazed his forehead. Oh wow, not good, she thought. Hermione placed her hand on his forehead, and felt the heat go into her own hand. He had a very high fever.
WAIT!!! Did he just call her ..Hermione???
He really must feel bad to do that, even delirious.
"Shhhhh.. Its gonna be ok Malfoy..we are both gonna be ok."
Something warm rested again her leg, and she looked down to see Malfoy head resting there. Poor thing.its not like he is being mean now.
With that, she caressed his cheek and put her hands through his soft hair. Well actually, like this, he looked sort of angelic.
Hold on!!! This is Malfoy we are talking about! How could the enemy possibly look angelic??
************ TBC!!!
Cradle the Enemy
Lost in the Dungeons
Why is it always so cold down here? I would hate to live and stay in these dungeons all day long. Wait a second..I've been here already. Oh no!! I'm lost!
Harry and Ron probably wont even look for me. Miss-know-it-all..I'm tired of hearing them call me that. All they do is play chess, and it's not hard to tell who will win. Ron always wins. Why would you play if you knew who would win, and even knowing Ron will win, Harry still fights with him afterwards? It's an on going cycle, which makes them forget about me. They won't even look for me, will they?
"Hehchooo!"
What was that?? Someone sneezed. Some one is down here. Bloody hell, it's too dark to see my hands in front of my face. Its ok, Hermione. Stay calm.
"Etchooo! Ehh..etch! sniff."
Oh no! Ummm what to do, what to do. "Hello? Is any one there?" Come on stupid, of course there is, you heard someone sneeze.
Then I heard coughing, which didn't stop for a while, and then a groan. Yup, most definitely was someone.
Slowly walking further down the dungeon hallway, I could just barely make out a figure on the damp floor. Once I got closer I found it was curled up in a ball.
A foot away, I saw platinum hair, wet and disheveled. Kneeling towards the boy before me, I pulled his shoulder over so that he was lying on his back, that way I could get a good look to see who it actually was.
Oh my god!!! MALFOY??
Blurry eyes look up at me, confused, scared blurry eyes. Eyes that quickly squinted and looked away. Grey eyes that closed and a strong body, which no longer looked like it had any strength left, shook as he let out, "Etishooo! Sniff sniff..cough"
Barely audible, he strained, "Granger..cough..Hermione..I don't feel so good.groan."
(POV narrator)
She hadn't noticed it before, but sweat beads glazed his forehead. Oh wow, not good, she thought. Hermione placed her hand on his forehead, and felt the heat go into her own hand. He had a very high fever.
WAIT!!! Did he just call her ..Hermione???
He really must feel bad to do that, even delirious.
"Shhhhh.. Its gonna be ok Malfoy..we are both gonna be ok."
Something warm rested again her leg, and she looked down to see Malfoy head resting there. Poor thing.its not like he is being mean now.
With that, she caressed his cheek and put her hands through his soft hair. Well actually, like this, he looked sort of angelic.
Hold on!!! This is Malfoy we are talking about! How could the enemy possibly look angelic??
************ TBC!!!