Note: Thank you to all those that gave me the color. I stuck with the blue and bronze because I like those colors. Of course, not better than green and silver. Lol. Anyway!
On the last chapter, I was confused to what you were talking about. When I put 665 I had meant 265. I am so sorry. I know there was no way I would get 665 on one chapter.
Chapter fourteen:
Typical Slytherin
"Things are never what they seem."
The holidays were not yet over. It would be way too soon to say that evil had decided to take a break and that everyone was safe. But, Hermione heard a few people whispering about it and that was it. That was what had jinxed them. Their whispering had jinxed us all! Of course, Hermione wasn't one to believe in such silly superstition, but it fit so nicely.
That very next morning, McGonagall was waiting in the common room for all the students that had stayed to gather round.
"Another attack has happened," she began. "You must follow me. Do not stray from the path."
Hermione followed McGonagall for a short amount of time. Or at least till they passed the dungeon entrance, there she slipped off into its dark depths. She ran until she reached a fork in the corridor. She had never been this far back and had no idea which way the Slytherin common room was or if she had already passed it.
She took her left and hoped upon hope that this was the right way. She walked slowly, looking at every inch of each wall, eyeing every painting, every nook, every statue as a possible entrance to the Slytherin common room.
A hand caught her arm and spun her around. During that brief second as she spun, she prayed that it would be Draco. If it was anybody else, she was liable not to make it out of these dungeons safely today.
Luckily for her, it was Draco. "There was another attack. I was just going to get you."
"Well, what a coincidence. I was trying to find you, too. You really should tell me where the entrance to your common room is."
"I would… but then I would have to kill you," Draco smirked at her.
"Typical Slytherin," she muttered.
"Come on," Draco urged. "This is our chance to get information."
They rush out. Well, it was a lot faster than Hermione's version of 'rushing in.' Hermione enters the main hall first, slamming straight into somebody. The impact caused her to fall backwards, landing on her butt.
"I am so sorry, Hermione!" The 'somebody' helped her to her feet. The face was familiar, but she couldn't place a name to go with it. She cursed herself. She was so bad with names.
"Jasper! What are you doing?!" Draco yells at the boy as he runs up to him. The boy cowered backwards, blocking his head from view like Draco might try and strike him.
"I am sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to hit her. She ran into me," he explained.
Jasper? Hermione didn't know a Jasper. Not one that she could remember anyway. She waved it off, looking back at the boys blue eyes. They were a sad color, a dying blue. His hair was brown, ruffled and unkempt. He didn't look their age; maybe he was a 6th year or younger. But he didn't deserve to be hit.
"Draco isn't going to hit you, especially not for my clumsiness," She assured him. "Now, go on along."
Jasper scurried off, and Hermione and Draco continued on their way. "I take it you don't like him?" Hermione glanced at Draco.
"He's weak and pathetic. Very annoying." Draco looked back the way they had come. "He begs and pleads when he thinks you are going to hit him. I wouldn't have struck him back there."
"Maybe something in his life has scarred him," Hermione implied. "And you can't tell me you have never begged and pleaded before the face of a striking hand." The words came out as only a whisper.
"Everyone has begged once, Hermione."
~
The murder scene was the cleanest Hermione had seen. Of course, it was the only she had seen. The supine figure stared up at the ceiling lifelessly. No blood or anything. Hermione looked away.
"We aren't looking for how they died. I mean, it is the necklace right. The wearer just wishes the person dead." He paused, "I wonder if it only works within certain distances," he muttered to himself.
"Perfect idea, Draco," Hermione exclaimed. "What if the user couldn't us it within a certain radius? He would have to have been staying at the castle. You know there are enchantments so that nobody can use a spell outside of here and get it to work inside!"
"But what if they sneak onto the school grounds?" Draco contradicted.
Hermione thought about it. They could sneak through the pass at the base of the womping willow or through the tunnel that leads into Honeydukes. Oh bother. "Just stay on the bright side Draco. Can you get a list of all the kids who stayed over Christmas holidays?"
"With out a problem."
Hermione began to look for other clues when something in the shadows caught her attention. She moved over into the corner. There lying on the ground was a Ravenclaw scarf. It looked like it had been casually tossed aside, accidentally forgotten. "Who is that on the ground?" Hermione asked.
"It's Todd, 5th year-"
"Gryffindor," Hermione finished for him.
"Yea," Draco backed away from the body. "You don't think it is a Slytherin, do you? I mean this could be a repeat of 2nd year when everybody though Salazar's descendant was going around killing Mudbl- Muggle-born."
"No, I don't think this is an attack on Muggle-born. Todd was as pure as they come." She turned around facing him, the scarf's colors: blue and bronze shone in the torch light. "And I really don't think it was a Slytherin."
(Oh, wouldn't here be the perfect spot to stop?)
Draco was shocked, "You don't think? It couldn't have been a Ravenclaw. You find that over there?" he continued with out her answer. "Maybe a Ravenclaw rushed buy and it fell off. There are a million explanations." He rationalized. "I could care less whether or not it truly was, but I need the truth. I mean my life depends on us finding this necklace. Why would a Ravenclaw harm a Ravenclaw," He finished.
"Maybe the person who did this had a grudge against Christian," Hermione said as she folded the scarf.
"That could be a good answer. He didn't like him. There are a million people who I don't like in this school. Oh, if I could only just-" he looked over at Hermione. "I wouldn't want them dead, of course."
The sound of rushed feet echoed down the hall, "Hurry." Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her behind a suit of armor.
Professor Dumbledore came into view, followed by Snape and McGonagall.
"Do you have any clues?" Professor McGonagall questioned.
"Only this picture," Snape said as he pulled it from his coat pocket.
"I don't know anybody who draws like this." McGonagall commented as she took the picture.
"Me either," Snape whispered.
"Well, Severus and Minerva, keep a look out. Minerva, please go contact the parents. Explain to them the situation and comfort them. I fear if this happens again we could have to close down the school."
McGonagall levitated the body.
Hermione noted, that during the whole thing all the professors had kept a emotionless mask. But during something like this one had to be emotionless.
She watched the retreating forms of her professors and then stepped out of their hiding place.
"Draco, we have to get that picture," Hermione insisted.
"Leave it to me."
~ Present day ~
"So, you two finally shared some moments?" Chloe smiled.
"I thought the dance was so romantic," Haley sighed.
"And you finally got some information on your necklace dad."
"Yes, and from that dance on you could say 'our love continued to grow,' " Hermione leaned her head on Draco's shoulder, content.
Some days, even wearing my lucky rocketship underwear doesn't help. Calvin and Hobbes
Note: I thought the quote was cute and since I couldn't find any quotes to fit the chapter exactly I put it on there. So, now since both my quotes don't really match, I hope you all are okay with that.
I also think that I am going to go back into the present day at the end of each chapter.
Now, I ask kindly for 280.
I hope you all have a wonderful day!