Okay chapter 2...Um...yeah its just Draco's point of view of what happened
in chapter one, plus a little bit more. Hope you like. Don't forget to
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Chapter 2 - Draco in Venice
Draco looked at his mother, she looked blank. Her face was pale and her eyes were empty, it disturbed Draco to see his mother so empty of feeling. Her eyes were usually filled with emotion, Lucius could read her thoughts so easily, and it made him feel powerful. However, this time was different. Lucius was annoyed at her lack of emotion and feeling in her eyes, Draco had never seen his mother like this before.
"Mother?" Draco asked his voice just as empty as her eyes, though, in his heart, he was worried. "Father and I are leaving now. Goodbye."
He was walking to the door, when he heard a sob from his mother, he turned and she crumpled to the black marble floor. His father kept a close eye on him, what ever comfort he could have offered his mother must be kept for somewhere private. It was always like this, the only person who he ever loved, the only person who ever loved him was crying in a heap in front of him and he was about to turn and leave her for the entire summer holidays. Though this weighed heavily in his heart, he turned to walk out the door, following Lucius.
"Draco!" The cry was muffled, but both he and his father heard it clearly. Draco stopped and looked at his father. Lucius didn't need to threaten him, Draco already knew his punishment if he went back to her.
Goodbye, mother. He was gone.
~~~***~~~
Somehow, Venice was not as enchanting this time around. Draco's thoughts were unwillingly focused on the state he had left his mother in; sobbing, crumpled in a ball on the cold marble floor in the entrance of Malfoy Manor. Lucius had brought Draco to Venice for his initiation into the death eaters; Draco was not looking forward to this. Narcissa had made him promise never to commit himself to the Dark Lord, unless his life was in danger. He promised this when Narcissa was on, what seemed to be, her death bed. This was only 2 years ago, the summer when Cedric Diggory died, when Voldemort returned to human form. While the Dark Lord was merely a shadow Narcissa had thought him no longer a threat to her son, but when he returned she had immediately extracted this promise from Draco, knowing he would keep it.
Draco was unsure of his fate, but he knew his life would change drastically before the end of the summer. His father was renting a private home on the outskirts of the city, but Draco preferred to be out of the way, he frequently stayed the night in a hotel room in the city centre. He picked standard muggle hotels, hoping his father would not find him, though he did return to his father, just enough to keep him happy. Draco spent a week like this, on his own in a hotel, he ate take away muggle food for dinner and thoroughly missed wizard chocolate frogs, Draco never told anyone but he had been collecting the cards since he was seven years old. Through sheer boredom, Draco took to wandering the streets of the city and came to know it very well, he knew the best muggle restaurants and entertainment venues, once he even gave directions to a muggle tourist asking for the Matice hotel, of course his directions took the tourist to the city dump, but at least he knew where it was.
~~~***~~~
Sunshine crept through a small break in the lacy curtains of Draco's small hotel room and crawled across his yellow bed sheets and on to his pale face, the golden sunshine made his silver hair glow, making him look like an angel. Of course, looks can be deceiving. Draco's eyes flicked open and glanced around the room, the Holy Bible sat on the bed side table and a painting of a pink baby, surrounded by delicate petals above his bag of things. He pulled his blanket off himself and swung his legs over the side of the bed. After throwing pieces of clothing all over the room, he finally found his slippers, surprisingly, in the bottom of the cupboard, where he left them!
After a shower and a few minutes of boring muggle TV, Draco decided find some breakfast. He wandered down the street in search of a breakfast bar of some sort; he crossed the street dodging muggle cars left and right. Draco was headed to a café he had eaten at before; they definitely had delicious crepes, covered with maple syrup and ice cream. Oh, he could taste them already. Glancing through the café windows he noticed an attractive girl standing at the counter, her light brown curls falling just past her shoulders, they softly flipped over her face and she turned to walk to a table. He gasped as he recognised her. Hermione Granger. Draco turned and quickly made his way back to his hotel, without breakfast.
Draco ordered room service and stayed inside his room all day, though he wouldn't admit it to himself, Draco was avoiding seeing Hermione again. The next morning was much the same; Draco soon became frustrated at being cooped up in his room all day and ultimately decided to go for a walk. In the evening, Draco passed Hermione in the street, though she didn't notice him. Draco watched her pass by him and through boredom alone, he followed her. Hermione walked slowly down the street, following her nose the whole way, Draco creeping behind her. Draco paused and watched Hermione enter the small pizza parlour; he had eaten there once before. Her soft brown curls bouncing as she stepped into the shop, warm with the smell of pizza, her sweat pants and bright red t-shirt, catching the eye of the few people at the tables. Draco watched her order, oblivious to the ugly muggle behind the counter, checking her out. Stupid pimple faced, muggle, prat, wouldn't have any chance in the world with a girl like Hermione. What's this.Jealously? NO WAY. He can have her. She sat looking desolate and deep in thought, all the while smiling at a tiny baby in a pram. Draco left her this way deciding to take an evening walk, remind himself of Venice's beauty, the beauty Draco never usually cared to look at, but this time something was different. His thoughts drifted to Hermione sitting in the parlour, sitting alone, how dare she sit alone in my thoughts? Why do I let her sit there, smiling with twinkling eyes? Twinkling eyes? Get a grip, woah, anyone would think you liked the girl. Shut up, Malfoy, just shut up! Mudbloods do not belong in the thoughts of a Malfoy. He sat there thinking, for how long he didn't know. His thoughts were broken when an old woman asked for the time. It was late and he was getting tired, turning he headed for the hotel, the old woman cursing him for not answering her.
~~~***~~~
He glanced to his left and saw a distressed Hermione walking rapidly in his direction. Oh no! He search for a quick exit, and found nothing. He cursed silently, realising he couldn't avoid her this time. Dammit Draco. You are a Malfoy and Malfoy's don't run away. He clenched his fists and waited for Hermione to approach him. To his surprise, he saw Hermione get into a navy blue car, followed closely by a disgusting, homeless man. What's Granger doing getting inside a car with a homeless man? A homeless man who's winking at the driver??? It didn't take him long to realise Hermione was in trouble. Shit! Why me? Why did I have to be here right now? Walk away Draco. Just walk away. She's.she.she's a.just a mudblood.a mudblood who's going to be in serious trouble if I don't start running right now. Dammit. Why do I have morals?
He started running, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up. The car disappeared around a corner and he slowed his run to a walk. He'd lost the car, and with it, Hermione. He sighed with what he thought was relief, but kept on walking, trying to keep Hermione out of his head.
After turning one corner and passing several houses with gardens filled with every flower imaginable, he saw his mother's favourite flower, tulips, in the garden of a house with wind chimes on the veranda. He felt a pang of guilt as he thought of the way he'd left her at Malfoy Manor.
He spotted a familiar navy blue car about three houses down, he walked quietly towards the car. There was a man dressed neatly fumbling at the door of the house, the driver. Draco walked to the back door of the driver's side of the car and tried the handle. To his great surprise it was unlocked. He was even more surprised when out tumbled a very shocked Hermione; her head hit the concrete with a sickening crack.
"Draco?!" She managed to whisper his name before passing out. His icy grey eyes widened in alarm when he noticed her hands and feet tied. So stupid mudblood couldn't handle this on her own. He smirked. The homeless man had climbed out of the car and was now pointing the gun towards the back of Draco's head.
"Don't move."
"And I should allow myself to be ordered around by a filthy muggle like you?" Draco replied smoothly, completely unaware of the fact that he had a dangerous weapon pointed squarely at his head.
"Mug- what?"
Draco turned around and found himself face-to-face with a metal black thing, pointing between his eyes. He looked from the filthy muggle's face, to the filthy muggle's hand, to the metal, black thing, back to his face. He raised an eyebrow at the muggle and moved the gun away from his head.
He suddenly heard what sounded very much like one of those incredibly loud firecrackers he used to set off when he was a kid. It took all of his self control, not to jump a mile at the sound and he stared at the metal, black thing in astonishment.
"Shit! What was that?"
"What? Never seen a gun before kid?" The homeless man looked amused at the thought of Draco not knowing what a gun was.
"Can't say that I have. Have you ever seen a wand before?" Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it around his fingers.
The man looked confused, "That's nothing but a stick!"
"Stupefy" The homeless man fell unconscious to the pavement; Draco couldn't resist making one last comment, "ever seen a stick do that?" He smirked and turned to Hermione, she was still unconscious. Draco bent down and pulled his muggle pocket knife from his left sock. He had acquired his knife two days ago at the markets; he found it quite useful for peeling oranges. Careful not to cut Hermione, Draco gently removed the rope binds from her hands and feet. He bent down and put his right arm under her knees, his left arm held her across her back; she gave a small groan as he lifted her up from the concrete pavement. Her head rested comfortably on his shoulder and he could fell her warm breath on his neck.
"Hey, you there, what do you think you're doing?"
Draco froze and slowly turned to face the man who had previously been fumbling at the door of the house. He had to think fast, there was no way he could use his wand while holding Hermione.
"I'm leaving with the girl," Draco replied his voice confident and challenging, "I suggest you let me go, unless," he paused, to give effect, "you want to get into serious trouble, abusing a poor, defenceless, young girl, shame on you."
Draco watched the man approach him, "What exactly do you plan to do if I don't let you go?" The man assumed control of the situation.
"You think I care about this girl? Do you think I wouldn't hesitate to drop her run leaving you with an unconscious girl and a witness? Now, where would that leave you?"
"Go on then, leave her and run," the man's eyes gleamed, daring him to go, but knowing he wouldn't.
Draco slowly bent down and laid Hermione on the pavement again. "Righto," he said, giving the man a smirk, "I'll see you later, then."
Draco turned to leave, he stepped over Hermione's limp form on the concrete. Draco felt the man's eyes watching him the whole time; Draco subtly retrieved his wand from his right pocket.
"Wait, don't take another step." The man had retrieved the gun from the homeless man's side and was pointing it at Draco. He had already seen what that thing could do and was not about to wait for it to do it again.
"Stupefy" The man fell just the same as the other one did, the gun falling to the concrete next to him. Draco looked around; it must have been quite a sight, one teenage boy, three unconscious people and a gun. The sound of police sirens filled the air and Draco was not about to stick around to see what came next. He picked up Hermione same as before her head falling once again on his shoulder. He walked quickly in the direction of his hotel, not knowing where else to take her.
The door man looked at him curiously as he held the door open for him, Draco smiled, "she had a bit too much wine," the door man nodded and winked at him. Draco managed to get Hermione up to his room, though he did so with great difficulty. He laid her gently on his bed, her hair still and soft and tender as it was that morning in the café.
Her eyes fluttered open, "Draco?" she whispered, "what."
"Shh, just sleep," he pulled the blankets over her and grabbed a pillow for himself, he threw the pillow on the floor and lay down, glancing one last time at Hermione before falling asleep.
End chapter two
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Chapter 2 - Draco in Venice
Draco looked at his mother, she looked blank. Her face was pale and her eyes were empty, it disturbed Draco to see his mother so empty of feeling. Her eyes were usually filled with emotion, Lucius could read her thoughts so easily, and it made him feel powerful. However, this time was different. Lucius was annoyed at her lack of emotion and feeling in her eyes, Draco had never seen his mother like this before.
"Mother?" Draco asked his voice just as empty as her eyes, though, in his heart, he was worried. "Father and I are leaving now. Goodbye."
He was walking to the door, when he heard a sob from his mother, he turned and she crumpled to the black marble floor. His father kept a close eye on him, what ever comfort he could have offered his mother must be kept for somewhere private. It was always like this, the only person who he ever loved, the only person who ever loved him was crying in a heap in front of him and he was about to turn and leave her for the entire summer holidays. Though this weighed heavily in his heart, he turned to walk out the door, following Lucius.
"Draco!" The cry was muffled, but both he and his father heard it clearly. Draco stopped and looked at his father. Lucius didn't need to threaten him, Draco already knew his punishment if he went back to her.
Goodbye, mother. He was gone.
~~~***~~~
Somehow, Venice was not as enchanting this time around. Draco's thoughts were unwillingly focused on the state he had left his mother in; sobbing, crumpled in a ball on the cold marble floor in the entrance of Malfoy Manor. Lucius had brought Draco to Venice for his initiation into the death eaters; Draco was not looking forward to this. Narcissa had made him promise never to commit himself to the Dark Lord, unless his life was in danger. He promised this when Narcissa was on, what seemed to be, her death bed. This was only 2 years ago, the summer when Cedric Diggory died, when Voldemort returned to human form. While the Dark Lord was merely a shadow Narcissa had thought him no longer a threat to her son, but when he returned she had immediately extracted this promise from Draco, knowing he would keep it.
Draco was unsure of his fate, but he knew his life would change drastically before the end of the summer. His father was renting a private home on the outskirts of the city, but Draco preferred to be out of the way, he frequently stayed the night in a hotel room in the city centre. He picked standard muggle hotels, hoping his father would not find him, though he did return to his father, just enough to keep him happy. Draco spent a week like this, on his own in a hotel, he ate take away muggle food for dinner and thoroughly missed wizard chocolate frogs, Draco never told anyone but he had been collecting the cards since he was seven years old. Through sheer boredom, Draco took to wandering the streets of the city and came to know it very well, he knew the best muggle restaurants and entertainment venues, once he even gave directions to a muggle tourist asking for the Matice hotel, of course his directions took the tourist to the city dump, but at least he knew where it was.
~~~***~~~
Sunshine crept through a small break in the lacy curtains of Draco's small hotel room and crawled across his yellow bed sheets and on to his pale face, the golden sunshine made his silver hair glow, making him look like an angel. Of course, looks can be deceiving. Draco's eyes flicked open and glanced around the room, the Holy Bible sat on the bed side table and a painting of a pink baby, surrounded by delicate petals above his bag of things. He pulled his blanket off himself and swung his legs over the side of the bed. After throwing pieces of clothing all over the room, he finally found his slippers, surprisingly, in the bottom of the cupboard, where he left them!
After a shower and a few minutes of boring muggle TV, Draco decided find some breakfast. He wandered down the street in search of a breakfast bar of some sort; he crossed the street dodging muggle cars left and right. Draco was headed to a café he had eaten at before; they definitely had delicious crepes, covered with maple syrup and ice cream. Oh, he could taste them already. Glancing through the café windows he noticed an attractive girl standing at the counter, her light brown curls falling just past her shoulders, they softly flipped over her face and she turned to walk to a table. He gasped as he recognised her. Hermione Granger. Draco turned and quickly made his way back to his hotel, without breakfast.
Draco ordered room service and stayed inside his room all day, though he wouldn't admit it to himself, Draco was avoiding seeing Hermione again. The next morning was much the same; Draco soon became frustrated at being cooped up in his room all day and ultimately decided to go for a walk. In the evening, Draco passed Hermione in the street, though she didn't notice him. Draco watched her pass by him and through boredom alone, he followed her. Hermione walked slowly down the street, following her nose the whole way, Draco creeping behind her. Draco paused and watched Hermione enter the small pizza parlour; he had eaten there once before. Her soft brown curls bouncing as she stepped into the shop, warm with the smell of pizza, her sweat pants and bright red t-shirt, catching the eye of the few people at the tables. Draco watched her order, oblivious to the ugly muggle behind the counter, checking her out. Stupid pimple faced, muggle, prat, wouldn't have any chance in the world with a girl like Hermione. What's this.Jealously? NO WAY. He can have her. She sat looking desolate and deep in thought, all the while smiling at a tiny baby in a pram. Draco left her this way deciding to take an evening walk, remind himself of Venice's beauty, the beauty Draco never usually cared to look at, but this time something was different. His thoughts drifted to Hermione sitting in the parlour, sitting alone, how dare she sit alone in my thoughts? Why do I let her sit there, smiling with twinkling eyes? Twinkling eyes? Get a grip, woah, anyone would think you liked the girl. Shut up, Malfoy, just shut up! Mudbloods do not belong in the thoughts of a Malfoy. He sat there thinking, for how long he didn't know. His thoughts were broken when an old woman asked for the time. It was late and he was getting tired, turning he headed for the hotel, the old woman cursing him for not answering her.
~~~***~~~
He glanced to his left and saw a distressed Hermione walking rapidly in his direction. Oh no! He search for a quick exit, and found nothing. He cursed silently, realising he couldn't avoid her this time. Dammit Draco. You are a Malfoy and Malfoy's don't run away. He clenched his fists and waited for Hermione to approach him. To his surprise, he saw Hermione get into a navy blue car, followed closely by a disgusting, homeless man. What's Granger doing getting inside a car with a homeless man? A homeless man who's winking at the driver??? It didn't take him long to realise Hermione was in trouble. Shit! Why me? Why did I have to be here right now? Walk away Draco. Just walk away. She's.she.she's a.just a mudblood.a mudblood who's going to be in serious trouble if I don't start running right now. Dammit. Why do I have morals?
He started running, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up. The car disappeared around a corner and he slowed his run to a walk. He'd lost the car, and with it, Hermione. He sighed with what he thought was relief, but kept on walking, trying to keep Hermione out of his head.
After turning one corner and passing several houses with gardens filled with every flower imaginable, he saw his mother's favourite flower, tulips, in the garden of a house with wind chimes on the veranda. He felt a pang of guilt as he thought of the way he'd left her at Malfoy Manor.
He spotted a familiar navy blue car about three houses down, he walked quietly towards the car. There was a man dressed neatly fumbling at the door of the house, the driver. Draco walked to the back door of the driver's side of the car and tried the handle. To his great surprise it was unlocked. He was even more surprised when out tumbled a very shocked Hermione; her head hit the concrete with a sickening crack.
"Draco?!" She managed to whisper his name before passing out. His icy grey eyes widened in alarm when he noticed her hands and feet tied. So stupid mudblood couldn't handle this on her own. He smirked. The homeless man had climbed out of the car and was now pointing the gun towards the back of Draco's head.
"Don't move."
"And I should allow myself to be ordered around by a filthy muggle like you?" Draco replied smoothly, completely unaware of the fact that he had a dangerous weapon pointed squarely at his head.
"Mug- what?"
Draco turned around and found himself face-to-face with a metal black thing, pointing between his eyes. He looked from the filthy muggle's face, to the filthy muggle's hand, to the metal, black thing, back to his face. He raised an eyebrow at the muggle and moved the gun away from his head.
He suddenly heard what sounded very much like one of those incredibly loud firecrackers he used to set off when he was a kid. It took all of his self control, not to jump a mile at the sound and he stared at the metal, black thing in astonishment.
"Shit! What was that?"
"What? Never seen a gun before kid?" The homeless man looked amused at the thought of Draco not knowing what a gun was.
"Can't say that I have. Have you ever seen a wand before?" Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and twirled it around his fingers.
The man looked confused, "That's nothing but a stick!"
"Stupefy" The homeless man fell unconscious to the pavement; Draco couldn't resist making one last comment, "ever seen a stick do that?" He smirked and turned to Hermione, she was still unconscious. Draco bent down and pulled his muggle pocket knife from his left sock. He had acquired his knife two days ago at the markets; he found it quite useful for peeling oranges. Careful not to cut Hermione, Draco gently removed the rope binds from her hands and feet. He bent down and put his right arm under her knees, his left arm held her across her back; she gave a small groan as he lifted her up from the concrete pavement. Her head rested comfortably on his shoulder and he could fell her warm breath on his neck.
"Hey, you there, what do you think you're doing?"
Draco froze and slowly turned to face the man who had previously been fumbling at the door of the house. He had to think fast, there was no way he could use his wand while holding Hermione.
"I'm leaving with the girl," Draco replied his voice confident and challenging, "I suggest you let me go, unless," he paused, to give effect, "you want to get into serious trouble, abusing a poor, defenceless, young girl, shame on you."
Draco watched the man approach him, "What exactly do you plan to do if I don't let you go?" The man assumed control of the situation.
"You think I care about this girl? Do you think I wouldn't hesitate to drop her run leaving you with an unconscious girl and a witness? Now, where would that leave you?"
"Go on then, leave her and run," the man's eyes gleamed, daring him to go, but knowing he wouldn't.
Draco slowly bent down and laid Hermione on the pavement again. "Righto," he said, giving the man a smirk, "I'll see you later, then."
Draco turned to leave, he stepped over Hermione's limp form on the concrete. Draco felt the man's eyes watching him the whole time; Draco subtly retrieved his wand from his right pocket.
"Wait, don't take another step." The man had retrieved the gun from the homeless man's side and was pointing it at Draco. He had already seen what that thing could do and was not about to wait for it to do it again.
"Stupefy" The man fell just the same as the other one did, the gun falling to the concrete next to him. Draco looked around; it must have been quite a sight, one teenage boy, three unconscious people and a gun. The sound of police sirens filled the air and Draco was not about to stick around to see what came next. He picked up Hermione same as before her head falling once again on his shoulder. He walked quickly in the direction of his hotel, not knowing where else to take her.
The door man looked at him curiously as he held the door open for him, Draco smiled, "she had a bit too much wine," the door man nodded and winked at him. Draco managed to get Hermione up to his room, though he did so with great difficulty. He laid her gently on his bed, her hair still and soft and tender as it was that morning in the café.
Her eyes fluttered open, "Draco?" she whispered, "what."
"Shh, just sleep," he pulled the blankets over her and grabbed a pillow for himself, he threw the pillow on the floor and lay down, glancing one last time at Hermione before falling asleep.
End chapter two
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