Where Deception Lies
By Zubie
Chapter 9
I know I should apologize for the long wait, and here it is, I'm sorry, but.I do have a life ya know! But.I know it's really annoying when ur waiting for something to update and they don't for, it seems like, ever, and I'm very very sorry once again. (It's weird, but I seem to be apologizing every chapter. Huh.
Anyways, I know this starts off kinda slow, but, I haven't written any fan fic in TWO MONTHS! I had to get back into the whole writing mind set.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ What happened last was Hermione finally woke up and the first thing out of her mouth was 'Draco' and obviously, Ron and Harry wanna KILL him right now, so the fact that Hermione's thinking about him, even subconsciously is not a good thing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Lucius just glared at Draco.
"What did she say, boy?" he hissed.
Dumbledore didn't miss a beat,
"Well, I suppose we can now be certain who has tied up our Mrs. Granger, can't we, Lucius?"
"Don't you try to put this on us, Dumbledore!" Lucius said angrily.
Draco was thinking about this. Hermione had been taken into HIS home, but...she must have at least seen her kidnapper, and it sure wasn't him. Maybe she was thinking about him, even in her unconscious state. He was satisfied with these thoughts and smirked to himself.
"Well, Wealsey, I supposed your precious mudblood girlfriend isn't as loyal as you thought now, was she?"
Ron seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Draco, but then shook those thought out of his head. Hermione was probably trying to tell them that Draco was the one who had taken her! That bastard was trying to turn things all around!
"Don't try to turn things around Malfoy. You can't get out of this one, you lying son of a b-"
"Mr. Weasley, I assure you, I'm just as concerned as you are, but there is no need to use such foul language. Why don't you go on and rest, Madam Pomfery will make sure Hermione is taken care of." So, the boys didn't have a choice, and they sulked back to their dormitories.
Then Dumbledore turned to Lucius,
"Lucius, although the name still strikes fear into people's hearts, I doubt you will be shown much merci if muggleborns a continuously found in your home unconscious. That is all I'm saying."
And with that, he swished down the hall, and in came Madame Pomfery, ushering the Malfoy's out of the hospital wing. Then Draco heard those two dreaded words,
"Draco, come."
In an instant, they were both away from Hogwarts, and inside Malfoy Manor.
"YOU FOOL! HOW DARE YOU TAKE THAT MUDBLOOD INTO OUT HOME, ESSPECIALLY WITH ALL THE LORD'S PLANS IN HERE! DIDN'T IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT THEY WOULD SEARCH THE ENTIRE MANOR UNTIL THEY FOUND HER!" Lucius roared. Draco recoiled, he knew what he would be getting just as soon as his father was done. He didn't even dare interupt, for fear it would anger his father more.
To be quite honest, it was hardly his fault at all. But, he had learned from past experiences, when Lucius was mad, the best thing to do was just take it, and take it as silent as possible.
"I HAD TO GO IN FRONT OF THE DARK LORD, AND BEG FOR HIS FORGIVNESS! HAVE YOU NO SENSE AT ALL?!?"
Before Draco even had a chance to take a breath, he was hit. Not by a spell either. But with a muggle torture device, it seemed. A gun. Lucius had shot him in the shoulder. He fell to the floor, groaning, as quietly as possible. This equaled the pain caused by the crutatious curse, yet, he could feel the bullet inside his arms, and could hear the blood dripping to the cold marble floor.
"No..please...make it go away...." he whispered to the floor. In an instant, with a wave of his wand, the wound healed, and the bullet magically went away.
It was different however. His arm was still in pain. It was bearable, but pain nonetheless.
"Father," he gasped, "please, I beg for your forgiveness. It was foolish of me to bring that mudblood into the Manor, but I have learned my lesson. I am ready."
Lucius Malfoy had grown up getting exactly what he wanted, but there was nothing he wanted more than this, and he was going to get it. No one was going to stand in his way. Not Dumbledore. Not the Potter boy and his sidekick. Not the mudblood. And not his son, Draco Malfoy.
*good.the boy's learning, he will be a useful pawn in this battle.. *
"I'm glad to hear that. I must be sure now that you are ready. We are going to see where your loyalties lie."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Herm?"
"You awake yet?"
"Don't call me Herm, Ron. You know I hate that."
"Sure Herm, at least your up now."
She sat up and looked at her two best friends, who were grinning from ear to ear.
She buried herself in between their shoulders, and then looked up at her two best friend.
"Harry? Ron? What happened?" They glanced at each other in bewilderment, then looked gently at their best friend.
"Hermione, all we know is that you were found in Draco's bedroom, and you were unconscious.
"Oh.." She tried to remember, but couldn't. There was someone else. It wasn't Draco. It was a girl....about her age. Did Draco have a sister? After awhile, her brain started hurting. She remember the girl's evil glare before she raised her wand on her. It looked so familiar, but who was it?
She had to find out. That night, when Harry and Ron left, she snuck out of the hospital wing, and wandered randomly down the halls. That's when she heard the yelling.
"Pansy you fool! How could you take Hermione! Don't you understand! She- she-" She heard a thud, and was shocked because Draco must have hit Pansy.
"Drackie!" she whined, "don't tell me you have a thing for the mudblood"
She heard some more loud noises, and the supposed Draco stormed off, because it was silent.
Hermione looked on in confusion. Then something hit her. She was leaving in a month. She didn't need to put up with this anymore. Soon she would be back in the muggle world, away from all this, the evil, the plotting, the hatred. But it also meant being away from her two best friends. Two tears rolled down her cheek.
Then she remembered what she overheard near the Slytherin Entrance. What WAS Draco thinking?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, back in the comfort (yeah, right) of his own dormitory, Draco mused to himself.
*Well, the argument with Pansy worked out pretty well. She seems to be believing it; believing that I would care for a mudblood like her *
He flicked his wand, and the image of Hermione alone in the corrider was gone.
He sighed, leaned back, and fell into a very deep sleep. But not before hearing those first words that came out of her mouth. 'Draco'
Then there was nothing.
Um.was this chapter intersting at all? O well, at least I got around to writing it..I GUESS that's good...
By Zubie
Chapter 9
I know I should apologize for the long wait, and here it is, I'm sorry, but.I do have a life ya know! But.I know it's really annoying when ur waiting for something to update and they don't for, it seems like, ever, and I'm very very sorry once again. (It's weird, but I seem to be apologizing every chapter. Huh.
Anyways, I know this starts off kinda slow, but, I haven't written any fan fic in TWO MONTHS! I had to get back into the whole writing mind set.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ What happened last was Hermione finally woke up and the first thing out of her mouth was 'Draco' and obviously, Ron and Harry wanna KILL him right now, so the fact that Hermione's thinking about him, even subconsciously is not a good thing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Lucius just glared at Draco.
"What did she say, boy?" he hissed.
Dumbledore didn't miss a beat,
"Well, I suppose we can now be certain who has tied up our Mrs. Granger, can't we, Lucius?"
"Don't you try to put this on us, Dumbledore!" Lucius said angrily.
Draco was thinking about this. Hermione had been taken into HIS home, but...she must have at least seen her kidnapper, and it sure wasn't him. Maybe she was thinking about him, even in her unconscious state. He was satisfied with these thoughts and smirked to himself.
"Well, Wealsey, I supposed your precious mudblood girlfriend isn't as loyal as you thought now, was she?"
Ron seemed to be thinking along the same lines as Draco, but then shook those thought out of his head. Hermione was probably trying to tell them that Draco was the one who had taken her! That bastard was trying to turn things all around!
"Don't try to turn things around Malfoy. You can't get out of this one, you lying son of a b-"
"Mr. Weasley, I assure you, I'm just as concerned as you are, but there is no need to use such foul language. Why don't you go on and rest, Madam Pomfery will make sure Hermione is taken care of." So, the boys didn't have a choice, and they sulked back to their dormitories.
Then Dumbledore turned to Lucius,
"Lucius, although the name still strikes fear into people's hearts, I doubt you will be shown much merci if muggleborns a continuously found in your home unconscious. That is all I'm saying."
And with that, he swished down the hall, and in came Madame Pomfery, ushering the Malfoy's out of the hospital wing. Then Draco heard those two dreaded words,
"Draco, come."
In an instant, they were both away from Hogwarts, and inside Malfoy Manor.
"YOU FOOL! HOW DARE YOU TAKE THAT MUDBLOOD INTO OUT HOME, ESSPECIALLY WITH ALL THE LORD'S PLANS IN HERE! DIDN'T IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT THEY WOULD SEARCH THE ENTIRE MANOR UNTIL THEY FOUND HER!" Lucius roared. Draco recoiled, he knew what he would be getting just as soon as his father was done. He didn't even dare interupt, for fear it would anger his father more.
To be quite honest, it was hardly his fault at all. But, he had learned from past experiences, when Lucius was mad, the best thing to do was just take it, and take it as silent as possible.
"I HAD TO GO IN FRONT OF THE DARK LORD, AND BEG FOR HIS FORGIVNESS! HAVE YOU NO SENSE AT ALL?!?"
Before Draco even had a chance to take a breath, he was hit. Not by a spell either. But with a muggle torture device, it seemed. A gun. Lucius had shot him in the shoulder. He fell to the floor, groaning, as quietly as possible. This equaled the pain caused by the crutatious curse, yet, he could feel the bullet inside his arms, and could hear the blood dripping to the cold marble floor.
"No..please...make it go away...." he whispered to the floor. In an instant, with a wave of his wand, the wound healed, and the bullet magically went away.
It was different however. His arm was still in pain. It was bearable, but pain nonetheless.
"Father," he gasped, "please, I beg for your forgiveness. It was foolish of me to bring that mudblood into the Manor, but I have learned my lesson. I am ready."
Lucius Malfoy had grown up getting exactly what he wanted, but there was nothing he wanted more than this, and he was going to get it. No one was going to stand in his way. Not Dumbledore. Not the Potter boy and his sidekick. Not the mudblood. And not his son, Draco Malfoy.
*good.the boy's learning, he will be a useful pawn in this battle.. *
"I'm glad to hear that. I must be sure now that you are ready. We are going to see where your loyalties lie."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Herm?"
"You awake yet?"
"Don't call me Herm, Ron. You know I hate that."
"Sure Herm, at least your up now."
She sat up and looked at her two best friends, who were grinning from ear to ear.
She buried herself in between their shoulders, and then looked up at her two best friend.
"Harry? Ron? What happened?" They glanced at each other in bewilderment, then looked gently at their best friend.
"Hermione, all we know is that you were found in Draco's bedroom, and you were unconscious.
"Oh.." She tried to remember, but couldn't. There was someone else. It wasn't Draco. It was a girl....about her age. Did Draco have a sister? After awhile, her brain started hurting. She remember the girl's evil glare before she raised her wand on her. It looked so familiar, but who was it?
She had to find out. That night, when Harry and Ron left, she snuck out of the hospital wing, and wandered randomly down the halls. That's when she heard the yelling.
"Pansy you fool! How could you take Hermione! Don't you understand! She- she-" She heard a thud, and was shocked because Draco must have hit Pansy.
"Drackie!" she whined, "don't tell me you have a thing for the mudblood"
She heard some more loud noises, and the supposed Draco stormed off, because it was silent.
Hermione looked on in confusion. Then something hit her. She was leaving in a month. She didn't need to put up with this anymore. Soon she would be back in the muggle world, away from all this, the evil, the plotting, the hatred. But it also meant being away from her two best friends. Two tears rolled down her cheek.
Then she remembered what she overheard near the Slytherin Entrance. What WAS Draco thinking?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, back in the comfort (yeah, right) of his own dormitory, Draco mused to himself.
*Well, the argument with Pansy worked out pretty well. She seems to be believing it; believing that I would care for a mudblood like her *
He flicked his wand, and the image of Hermione alone in the corrider was gone.
He sighed, leaned back, and fell into a very deep sleep. But not before hearing those first words that came out of her mouth. 'Draco'
Then there was nothing.
Um.was this chapter intersting at all? O well, at least I got around to writing it..I GUESS that's good...