"Hermione, Professor Dumbledore has gone away to The Ministry
for the day and he asked me to feed Fawkes but I got to go teach a class.
Could you?"
"Sure thing, Minerva."
Dumbledore's office was the tower right at the top of the castle. Hermione took about twenty staircases before she found it. It was right near The Defence Against Dark Arts class room and some very nice paintings of the greatest headmasters. She looked at the brass gryffin knocker on the door then looked at two things that weren't there when she was at school. Two large, stone Gryffins stood on either side of the door, both holding swords. The one on the right held it to his chest and the other seemed to be leaning against it.
"Curious," She said to herself and stroked the cold beak of the majestic creature. She looked down at where the sword he was holding. It looked very much like Salazar Slytherin's sword, only the hilt was built slightly different. Hermione now had seen The Sword of Slytherin, only a few months ago did Draco Wilkins brandish it at You-Know-Who himself. She remembered the look on his face when Salazar presented the sword to Draco.
'"You are pure of heart," Spoke Slytherin. His voice echoed in a frightening way. Salazar held out his rusty sword to Draco. "The true Slytherin is never afraid to stand up for what is right." This was much different from what Draco was taught at school. "The cunning and ambitious will some day fight side by side along with the brave and generous." Draco took the sword and examined the hilt which said 'Salazar Slytherin'.'
Hermione snapped out of the memory then tried to remember the password.
"Pepper Imps," she said and the door opened with a creepy creaking noise. She entered and looked around. Millions of trinkets decorated the glass cabinets and books towered in huge, swaying stacks around some small staircases. "Wow," Hermione breathed and ran a finger along the dusty cover of a very old Lockhart book. She remembered when Lockhart came to teach. Handsome, but his looks couldn't make up for his stupidity.
She walked up to where the beautiful Pheonix was perched. He seemed to be asleep. His head was tucked in under a wing. Hermione just filled his food dishes and turned around to leave. But before she did, she remembered right at the end of her second year, Harry told her about Gryffindor's sword. Well, no one else was around so she walked up to Albus' desk and saw on a small stand was The Sword of Gryffindor stained of green slime and blood. She touched one of the gleaming rubies and shivered. Did she dare to pick it up?
"Bonjour," Spoke a voice behind her. Involuntarily, Hermione grabbed the sword, swivelled around and pointed the sword straight at...LUCIUS MALFOY!
"What are you doing here?" Hermione's voice quivered with anger. Lucius looked at the sword and shook his head. He unbuttoned his coat, opened it and showed Hermione he wore an old fashioned pistol and his sword on him.
"Useful things these guns are. Usually I don't appreciate muggle devices but this one seems most useful," He smirked in a devious way. Hermione drew back her sword, she knew Lucius was a very quick draw with a sword. Imagine how quick he could be with a gun. "Very good, darling," Lucius took the sword from her and threw it across the room with a loud clang, making Fawkes wake up and squwack loudly.
"Why won't You-Know-Who come? To spineless to do his own work?" Hermione sneered. Lucius grabbed Hermione's throat in defense of his master.
"All I have to do is squeeze," He growled.
"All I have to do is scream," She replied. Lucius' lip curled. That was true, but her scream would be drowned over Fawkes' noise.
"I guess I have to go," He whispered in her ear.
"I guess so. Goodbye Lucius," Hermione whispered back. His hold on her loosed a bit, but not so she could get away. She felt his aquiline nose running through her hair and his warm breath on her neck. Hermione almost got lost in his manly musk but snapped back to reality when she felt his hand was creeping up her dress and along her thigh. She kicked him in the groin and he backed up a ways and groaned.
"Stupid woman," He shouted. "I'll return, you'll see. I will personally make sure you die slowly and painfully...after I feel you from the inside." Hermione gasped, he truly meant he wanted to rape her. What a sick, twisted bastard. He pulled a small vile of blue powder from his cloak, threw it against the ground and with a large cloud of smoke, Lucius Malfoy was gone.
A/N: ......So I guess Lucius has some *cough cough* feeeeeelings for Hermione. Let's hope they don't lead to anything hurtful or scary. Gah! Why am I making this so...scary? I'm about to piss my pants!....Sorry, I'm wierd. Please review and read on!
"Sure thing, Minerva."
Dumbledore's office was the tower right at the top of the castle. Hermione took about twenty staircases before she found it. It was right near The Defence Against Dark Arts class room and some very nice paintings of the greatest headmasters. She looked at the brass gryffin knocker on the door then looked at two things that weren't there when she was at school. Two large, stone Gryffins stood on either side of the door, both holding swords. The one on the right held it to his chest and the other seemed to be leaning against it.
"Curious," She said to herself and stroked the cold beak of the majestic creature. She looked down at where the sword he was holding. It looked very much like Salazar Slytherin's sword, only the hilt was built slightly different. Hermione now had seen The Sword of Slytherin, only a few months ago did Draco Wilkins brandish it at You-Know-Who himself. She remembered the look on his face when Salazar presented the sword to Draco.
'"You are pure of heart," Spoke Slytherin. His voice echoed in a frightening way. Salazar held out his rusty sword to Draco. "The true Slytherin is never afraid to stand up for what is right." This was much different from what Draco was taught at school. "The cunning and ambitious will some day fight side by side along with the brave and generous." Draco took the sword and examined the hilt which said 'Salazar Slytherin'.'
Hermione snapped out of the memory then tried to remember the password.
"Pepper Imps," she said and the door opened with a creepy creaking noise. She entered and looked around. Millions of trinkets decorated the glass cabinets and books towered in huge, swaying stacks around some small staircases. "Wow," Hermione breathed and ran a finger along the dusty cover of a very old Lockhart book. She remembered when Lockhart came to teach. Handsome, but his looks couldn't make up for his stupidity.
She walked up to where the beautiful Pheonix was perched. He seemed to be asleep. His head was tucked in under a wing. Hermione just filled his food dishes and turned around to leave. But before she did, she remembered right at the end of her second year, Harry told her about Gryffindor's sword. Well, no one else was around so she walked up to Albus' desk and saw on a small stand was The Sword of Gryffindor stained of green slime and blood. She touched one of the gleaming rubies and shivered. Did she dare to pick it up?
"Bonjour," Spoke a voice behind her. Involuntarily, Hermione grabbed the sword, swivelled around and pointed the sword straight at...LUCIUS MALFOY!
"What are you doing here?" Hermione's voice quivered with anger. Lucius looked at the sword and shook his head. He unbuttoned his coat, opened it and showed Hermione he wore an old fashioned pistol and his sword on him.
"Useful things these guns are. Usually I don't appreciate muggle devices but this one seems most useful," He smirked in a devious way. Hermione drew back her sword, she knew Lucius was a very quick draw with a sword. Imagine how quick he could be with a gun. "Very good, darling," Lucius took the sword from her and threw it across the room with a loud clang, making Fawkes wake up and squwack loudly.
"Why won't You-Know-Who come? To spineless to do his own work?" Hermione sneered. Lucius grabbed Hermione's throat in defense of his master.
"All I have to do is squeeze," He growled.
"All I have to do is scream," She replied. Lucius' lip curled. That was true, but her scream would be drowned over Fawkes' noise.
"I guess I have to go," He whispered in her ear.
"I guess so. Goodbye Lucius," Hermione whispered back. His hold on her loosed a bit, but not so she could get away. She felt his aquiline nose running through her hair and his warm breath on her neck. Hermione almost got lost in his manly musk but snapped back to reality when she felt his hand was creeping up her dress and along her thigh. She kicked him in the groin and he backed up a ways and groaned.
"Stupid woman," He shouted. "I'll return, you'll see. I will personally make sure you die slowly and painfully...after I feel you from the inside." Hermione gasped, he truly meant he wanted to rape her. What a sick, twisted bastard. He pulled a small vile of blue powder from his cloak, threw it against the ground and with a large cloud of smoke, Lucius Malfoy was gone.
A/N: ......So I guess Lucius has some *cough cough* feeeeeelings for Hermione. Let's hope they don't lead to anything hurtful or scary. Gah! Why am I making this so...scary? I'm about to piss my pants!....Sorry, I'm wierd. Please review and read on!