Hello again…. Here you are. My 7th, and second last chapter. I know it's sad, and this is a rather short story, but it needed to be ended. Thank you so much for your reviews, they were lovely, and everyone who reviewed is now on my favourite people list. I had to bump off a few of my old favourite people just to make room for you.. Lol… anyway. Read and Review!!
*None of the characters are mine… they are all copyrighted by Ms. J.K. Rowling herself!*
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Chapter 7
As Draco entered the Malfoy's giant living room his mother, Narcissa, got up and ran out quickly. She knew what was about to happen. Draco was actually worried for his life. Lucius may not kill him… but there could be some serious pain involved in this argument. But to be with Hermione, he needed to stand up to his father. Something he had never been able to do, he'd have to do it now.
"Father… I am staying with Hermione," he started off, he wanted to get his point across, "I love her… a lot. She means the world to me. I want to be with her and I don't care if her parents were muggles." His father just sat there staring at him, with eyes so similar to his own, cold and gray. He wondered if those were the eyes that Hermione saw every time she looked at him. He certainly hoped not.
"You're in worse than I thought…" he said calmly, "She must of done something to you…" He got up and looked into his eyes, as if to see some residue from a spell.
"Or not… I see…" he said, still sounding very calm, "Well then, I'll just have to fix this the easy way, won't I?" He flicked his wand at Draco and muttered something under his breath.
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Hermione sat in her common room, waiting patiently for Draco. She knew he'd be back very soon. He'd been gone two days and she already missed him horribly. Ron had left earlier with Harry, who he'd finally decided to forgive. She was still so grateful that Harry had helped her. He was a true friend. Draco walked into the common room (she'd given him the passwords the week before). He looked.. Different. She couldn't quite put her finger on it though.
"Draco!! You're back! Finally!" she said smiling at him. She ran up to give him a hug, but he remained stiff. She looked into his face. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing… but something is wrong with you." he said quietly, "You're a mud-blood… I can't be with a mud-blood. I hope you forgive me, but I won't be able to talk to you anymore.. We aren't the same kind of person Granger. It's over… and don't bother talking to me again." She looked into his eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing… She couldn't believe it.
"No… I don't believe you!" she shouted at him. She broke down completely, started sobbing on one of the couches. But instead of hugging her and comforting her, he just looked away.
"Sorry, but it's true… I'll see you around, if I'm unlucky." he drawled, and then turned around a walked out.
She couldn't believe what had just happened. He had gone off so confident that he could beat his father, so confident that he'd have to just listen to him. And now… Did he mean what he said? Does he really not like her… and then she figured out what was wrong. Were his eyes always that colour… She could of sworn they were bluer… Then she remembered where she had seen those eyes before. On Malfoy, before she had fallen in love with him… but more recently, on Lucius Malfoy. And she realised what he must of done.
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Tell her you it's over. Just say it. the voice kept saying in Draco's head. It was the cold, harsh voice of his father. He fought with the voice, but he just couldn't win, Lucius was stronger. He felt as if he nearly had control again at one part of his conversation with Hermione. When she started crying, he was sure he could beat his father, but he couldn't… He just couldn't win. He stood there and watched Hermione cry, without doing anything… He wanted to, but he couldn't. And he was the cause of the tears.
Good job… Now go back to your common room. He obeyed the voice, not even bothering to fight. He knew he couldn't beat Lucius, it was nearly impossible for him to do, and this wasn't exactly a horrible command. He walked slowly down the hall, not pausing at any of his favourite paintings. When he got to his common room he said hello to a lot of his old friends. He then, went straight to bed and to sleep. It was a dreamless night, and Draco was pretty sure that his father had prevented the dreams of Hermione to come to him.
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Hermione knew what she had to do, and she knew she should probably tell Harry about her plan. She knew now that Draco was under the Imperius curse, in fact she was sure of it. She needed to get to Lucius Malfoy, to stop him. The only thing she didn't know was how she, a young witch would get Lucius put where he belonged, in prison. She knew she could do it though. She needed a wizard with more power, not magical, just influential. Then she realized who she could ask. Dumbledore of course.
Hermione ran through the halls all the way to the statue she knew to stand in front of Dumbledore's office. She said the password (Chocolate Frog) and ran through it, and up the stairs all the way to Dumbledore's sanctuary. She entered, and as always she was amazed my how much this little room could contain. The portraits of the old headmasters and mistresses were still on the wall and Dumbledore had a vast collection of books. Hermione's favourite aspect of this office, by far, was Fawkes. She walked over to pet the beautiful bird, that one day soon would burst into flames and then rise again from the ashes.
Dumbledore of course knew she was coming (he always did somehow), and entered his office shortly after she had arrived. He looked at her curiously, sat down behind his desk and motioned for her to sit in the big comfy chair placed in front of him. She sat down quietly and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Dumbledore cut in.
"Hermione, it's about Mr. Malfoy isn't it?" he asked quietly. She wondered again how he knew such things, but didn't dwell on it for long.
"Yes… He's… Well, I believe him to be under the Imperius Curse…" she said quietly, "I know I just sound like I'm in denial, but I'm sure I'm right. I'd like for you to come with me to see his father… you would hide, and I'm sure he'd admit to the curse he's put on his son.
"Hmm…" he looked at Hermione with a twinkle in his eye, "Well then, let's get on our way. I'll leave a note for Professor McGonagall." And so they went.
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Lucius Malfoy sat at his desk in his study looking over some papers that he had just received when a young girl burst through the door. He looked up at her, and for a second he couldn't figure out who she was. Then he recognized her. She was the mud-blood, Harry Potter's friend… Malfoy's infatuation. Well she was very pretty, at least his son hadn't fallen for an ugly piece of scum. He glared at her.
"Yes? What would you like?" he asked menacingly, "Here to have another go at ruining my life?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" she cried shrilly, already knowing the answer.
"What are you talking about?" he asked coldly, "I haven't done anything to anyone."
"I know you did something to him… an anti-love spell?" she asked feigning curiosity.
"I'm above simple love spells… I used something that would really control him," he said slyly. Hermione nearly grinned. This was working perfectly… Soon he'd admit to the crime he had committed.
"What did you do… I can't think of another spell…" she said, acting as stupid as she could will herself to become.
"You stupid girl…" he said cruelly, "I used a forbidden curse, the Imperius Curse, which only very powerful wizards can even perform." His pride had gotten the better of him.
"Oh… I see.. Well take it off! We're in love… that's important. Don't you understand?" she asked quietly.
"I understand that you changed my son, for the worst." he said, as if stating a fact, "and now… I'm sorry my dear, but I'm going to have to put the curse on you as well… I can't let you run off to tell other people my business after all." Hermione was starting to wonder where Dumbledore was… He was supposed to be bursting in about now. Lucius raised his wand and just as he was starting to bring it down, Dumbledore appeared next to Lucius.
"You were quite mistaken Lucius," he said calmly, "Nearly any full-grown wizard could perform the Imperius Curse on an average 17 year old wizard." Lucius spun around to look at Dumbledore, and Hermione could see that he had a petrified look on his face, the first emotion she had ever seen him show. Dumbledore disarmed Lucius and tied him up with magical ropes.
"Hermione, you are as always, wonderful at everything. Including acting." he said, winking at her as he walked by, "Now off to the Ministry. Using a Forbidden Curse… Lucius, I expected better from you." Hermione thought he had sounded very sarcastic while saying that last bit.
"Oh and Hermione…" Dumbledore said looking back at her, "Draco should be back to normal."
*None of the characters are mine… they are all copyrighted by Ms. J.K. Rowling herself!*
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Chapter 7
As Draco entered the Malfoy's giant living room his mother, Narcissa, got up and ran out quickly. She knew what was about to happen. Draco was actually worried for his life. Lucius may not kill him… but there could be some serious pain involved in this argument. But to be with Hermione, he needed to stand up to his father. Something he had never been able to do, he'd have to do it now.
"Father… I am staying with Hermione," he started off, he wanted to get his point across, "I love her… a lot. She means the world to me. I want to be with her and I don't care if her parents were muggles." His father just sat there staring at him, with eyes so similar to his own, cold and gray. He wondered if those were the eyes that Hermione saw every time she looked at him. He certainly hoped not.
"You're in worse than I thought…" he said calmly, "She must of done something to you…" He got up and looked into his eyes, as if to see some residue from a spell.
"Or not… I see…" he said, still sounding very calm, "Well then, I'll just have to fix this the easy way, won't I?" He flicked his wand at Draco and muttered something under his breath.
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Hermione sat in her common room, waiting patiently for Draco. She knew he'd be back very soon. He'd been gone two days and she already missed him horribly. Ron had left earlier with Harry, who he'd finally decided to forgive. She was still so grateful that Harry had helped her. He was a true friend. Draco walked into the common room (she'd given him the passwords the week before). He looked.. Different. She couldn't quite put her finger on it though.
"Draco!! You're back! Finally!" she said smiling at him. She ran up to give him a hug, but he remained stiff. She looked into his face. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing… but something is wrong with you." he said quietly, "You're a mud-blood… I can't be with a mud-blood. I hope you forgive me, but I won't be able to talk to you anymore.. We aren't the same kind of person Granger. It's over… and don't bother talking to me again." She looked into his eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing… She couldn't believe it.
"No… I don't believe you!" she shouted at him. She broke down completely, started sobbing on one of the couches. But instead of hugging her and comforting her, he just looked away.
"Sorry, but it's true… I'll see you around, if I'm unlucky." he drawled, and then turned around a walked out.
She couldn't believe what had just happened. He had gone off so confident that he could beat his father, so confident that he'd have to just listen to him. And now… Did he mean what he said? Does he really not like her… and then she figured out what was wrong. Were his eyes always that colour… She could of sworn they were bluer… Then she remembered where she had seen those eyes before. On Malfoy, before she had fallen in love with him… but more recently, on Lucius Malfoy. And she realised what he must of done.
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Tell her you it's over. Just say it. the voice kept saying in Draco's head. It was the cold, harsh voice of his father. He fought with the voice, but he just couldn't win, Lucius was stronger. He felt as if he nearly had control again at one part of his conversation with Hermione. When she started crying, he was sure he could beat his father, but he couldn't… He just couldn't win. He stood there and watched Hermione cry, without doing anything… He wanted to, but he couldn't. And he was the cause of the tears.
Good job… Now go back to your common room. He obeyed the voice, not even bothering to fight. He knew he couldn't beat Lucius, it was nearly impossible for him to do, and this wasn't exactly a horrible command. He walked slowly down the hall, not pausing at any of his favourite paintings. When he got to his common room he said hello to a lot of his old friends. He then, went straight to bed and to sleep. It was a dreamless night, and Draco was pretty sure that his father had prevented the dreams of Hermione to come to him.
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Hermione knew what she had to do, and she knew she should probably tell Harry about her plan. She knew now that Draco was under the Imperius curse, in fact she was sure of it. She needed to get to Lucius Malfoy, to stop him. The only thing she didn't know was how she, a young witch would get Lucius put where he belonged, in prison. She knew she could do it though. She needed a wizard with more power, not magical, just influential. Then she realized who she could ask. Dumbledore of course.
Hermione ran through the halls all the way to the statue she knew to stand in front of Dumbledore's office. She said the password (Chocolate Frog) and ran through it, and up the stairs all the way to Dumbledore's sanctuary. She entered, and as always she was amazed my how much this little room could contain. The portraits of the old headmasters and mistresses were still on the wall and Dumbledore had a vast collection of books. Hermione's favourite aspect of this office, by far, was Fawkes. She walked over to pet the beautiful bird, that one day soon would burst into flames and then rise again from the ashes.
Dumbledore of course knew she was coming (he always did somehow), and entered his office shortly after she had arrived. He looked at her curiously, sat down behind his desk and motioned for her to sit in the big comfy chair placed in front of him. She sat down quietly and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Dumbledore cut in.
"Hermione, it's about Mr. Malfoy isn't it?" he asked quietly. She wondered again how he knew such things, but didn't dwell on it for long.
"Yes… He's… Well, I believe him to be under the Imperius Curse…" she said quietly, "I know I just sound like I'm in denial, but I'm sure I'm right. I'd like for you to come with me to see his father… you would hide, and I'm sure he'd admit to the curse he's put on his son.
"Hmm…" he looked at Hermione with a twinkle in his eye, "Well then, let's get on our way. I'll leave a note for Professor McGonagall." And so they went.
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Lucius Malfoy sat at his desk in his study looking over some papers that he had just received when a young girl burst through the door. He looked up at her, and for a second he couldn't figure out who she was. Then he recognized her. She was the mud-blood, Harry Potter's friend… Malfoy's infatuation. Well she was very pretty, at least his son hadn't fallen for an ugly piece of scum. He glared at her.
"Yes? What would you like?" he asked menacingly, "Here to have another go at ruining my life?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" she cried shrilly, already knowing the answer.
"What are you talking about?" he asked coldly, "I haven't done anything to anyone."
"I know you did something to him… an anti-love spell?" she asked feigning curiosity.
"I'm above simple love spells… I used something that would really control him," he said slyly. Hermione nearly grinned. This was working perfectly… Soon he'd admit to the crime he had committed.
"What did you do… I can't think of another spell…" she said, acting as stupid as she could will herself to become.
"You stupid girl…" he said cruelly, "I used a forbidden curse, the Imperius Curse, which only very powerful wizards can even perform." His pride had gotten the better of him.
"Oh… I see.. Well take it off! We're in love… that's important. Don't you understand?" she asked quietly.
"I understand that you changed my son, for the worst." he said, as if stating a fact, "and now… I'm sorry my dear, but I'm going to have to put the curse on you as well… I can't let you run off to tell other people my business after all." Hermione was starting to wonder where Dumbledore was… He was supposed to be bursting in about now. Lucius raised his wand and just as he was starting to bring it down, Dumbledore appeared next to Lucius.
"You were quite mistaken Lucius," he said calmly, "Nearly any full-grown wizard could perform the Imperius Curse on an average 17 year old wizard." Lucius spun around to look at Dumbledore, and Hermione could see that he had a petrified look on his face, the first emotion she had ever seen him show. Dumbledore disarmed Lucius and tied him up with magical ropes.
"Hermione, you are as always, wonderful at everything. Including acting." he said, winking at her as he walked by, "Now off to the Ministry. Using a Forbidden Curse… Lucius, I expected better from you." Hermione thought he had sounded very sarcastic while saying that last bit.
"Oh and Hermione…" Dumbledore said looking back at her, "Draco should be back to normal."