WhoOp~
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Only people I made up in this fic are Maralinda, Christiana and Prof. Pallas. ^.~
Notes: Sixth yr. Winter Holiday. Mara n Christie have been kidnapped. Harry n co. plus Draco are setting out to rescue them. Can they work together just this once without killing each other? The countdown begins.
Key: "talking" 'thinking' ~ dreaming ~ * curse * ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ (scene change)
Pairings: H/Hr, D/M, R/C, De/G. ^.~
Irene~ 1. he's taunting him/them. (I don't know. I just made it that way!) 2. NO! it's the same reason y in the bkz that nobody knows there are wizards, except those who're in the same family as them. And 3. he knew they were powerful, just not how powerful. Plus, he figured they could protect themselves on Hogwarts grounds. They have "extra" powers. Well, literally, I'M MAKING IT THIS WAY!~ ok? ^.^
"What the hell do you want with us?" Maralinda yelled, struggling to get her hands free.
"I just want to lure Harry Potter here," said a hooded figure.
"Then what do you want with Draco?" she hissed.
"Mr. Malfoy? Well, it's about time to show him what he's to grow up to be. Isn't that right, Lucius?" A man leaning on the wall just nodded.
The hooded figure walked toward Christiana. He placed his bony hand under her chin and lifted it up. "Why aren't you talking little girl?"
"Why do you think Harry Potter will come save us?" She asked softly
"Aren't you his girlfriend?" His voice rose.
Christiana scoffed, "I wish!"
"But I saw him go in your room when Mr. Malfoy scared him off," he dropped her chin, turning around.
"He wanted to see where we stayed. Hermione and Ron would have came also but they had to work on a project," Christiana spit out.
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"Meet us in their common room right after dinner tonight," Harry whispered to Draco as they passed in the hall. Draco nodded slightly.
"How are we supposed to get there? Flying?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"I'm not sure, but Malfoy says he knows how to get there. I hope he really does," Harry said nervously. "I think I need a nap. Wake me up for dinner, ok?" Ron nodded.
Harry entered Gryffindor common room and walked up the stairs. When he reached the sixth year dormitories, he opened the door, walked to his bed and plopped down.
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Harry was walking around the lake. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Hermione picking some flowers. He smiled. As Hermione stood up, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. "Oh. Hi Harry. I didn't know you were going to be her," she said, looking back at him.
"I was looking for you," he said, kissing her forehead.
Hermione started humming. She moved her hips to the tune she was singing. It was slow and romantic.
"Harry?" he heard behind him. He let go of Hermione's waste and turned around.
"Christiana? What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you. I wanted to tell you I love you, but I guess it's too late." Harry saw tears coming out of her eyes.
"Oh. Christie, you don't love me. It's all in your head," he said. Christiana turned and ran. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around again. "Ron?" Ron punched him. "What was that for?" he said after he was finally able to breath.
"For hurting Christiana. She's been crying for forever because of you. And all because of you I lost her! It's all your fault!" Ron kept punching him.
"Ron! Stop it!" he practically yelled. Ron stopped punching him. Harry looked up to see him smiling.
"Wake up, Harry. Wake up!"
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Harry's eyes fluttered open. "Ron?"
"Are you okay, Harry? You kept telling me to stop," Ron looked concerned.
Harry shook it off, "Just a weird dream."
"Tell me about it. We've got thirty minutes until dinner and Hermione went to the library with Ginny," Ron stated.
"Okay, well..."
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* Imperio *
Maralinda's eyes went unclear. "Who do you follow?" Voldemort asked.
"You, sir," her voice solid and monotonous.
"No!!" Christiana yelled. "Fight it, Mara!"
"SHUT UP! What a nuisance," he said.
"Let her go!!" Christie kept yelling.
* Imperio *
Christie's eyes went distant, just like Mara's.
"NOW! What is your name?" he asked Mara.
"Maralinda Clark," she answered
"Who are your parents?"
"I do not know my biological parents. My parents died when I was half a year old, when I still lived in America. I was adopted by a British couple, where I grew up,"
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen,"
"What's your relationship with Harry or Mr. Malfoy,"
"Harry is a distant friend. I talk to him every once in awhile, but not that much. As for Draco, I love him,"
"Does he know?"
"Yes,"
"How did he react?"
"I don't know. I ran out of the Great Hall right after I told him,"
"And you flew onto the top of the tower?"
"Yes,"
"Okay." He turned toward Christie. "What about you? What's your name?"
"Christiana Parker," She said, her voice distant.
"Your parents?"
"I live with my mother only. My father died long ago,"
"Are you also sixteen?"
"Yes, sir,"
"Do you have any relationship with Harry or Mr. Malfoy?"
"I have a crush on Harry and a friendship with Draco,"
"Does Harry know this?"
"No. He loves Hermione. Ginny Weasley told me,"
"I see. All right. That's enough for now. Follow Lucius please," he ordered. Both girls followed Mr. Malfoy toward the dungeons, where they were locked.
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"You were holding her waist and you kissed her forehead?!" Ron asked, grinning wildly.
"Yes. Is it that weird?"
Ron nodded his head quickly, laughing. "Very much so. But...everything in the dream was real. You do like Hermione as more than a friend, don't you?"
Harry's head shot up. "Wh-What? N-no! I mean, of course. I-I mean...ugh. Is it that obvious?"
"Yes. And Ginny told me Christiana likes you," Ron said, his voice going soft.
"But then the only one that wouldn't fit is you liking Christie. Or do you?" Harry asked slyly.
"Blah blah. Yes, I do. Did you just figure it out? Ginny figured out before she even met Christie," Ron laughed.
"Really?"
Before Ron could answer, Hermione yelled, "You guys. Get your butts down here!"
Both stumbled down the stairs. Ron was laughing his head off.
They found Hermione watching them carefully, hands on her hips. "What's so funny, Ron?"
"No-nothing," was his answer, not being able to speak.
"Harry?" Hermione eyed him.
"I don't know," he answered. Hermione just shrugged it off and turned around. Harry elbowed Ron in the stomach, just making him laugh more.
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"They will come, you know that," Lucius stated, walking away.
The Imperius curse had been removed from both Maralinda and Christiana. (A/N: I don't know if it can actually be removed, but it's my story so =p) "He's right Mara. Harry will come," Christiana whispered.
"What about Draco? Are you sure he'll come. I don't want him in danger; they can make us do anything, Christie. We're weak against him," Maralinda claimed, her voice weak.
"Draco WILL come, Mara. You know it. He won't let you die here," Christiana said, comforting.
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"Um...What was it again?" Harry rubbed his temples, "Oh, right. Amethyst," The trophy case slid away, revealing Draco sitting on the couch reading magazines.
"About time you got here. What took you guys so long?" Draco asked as Ron closed the door behind him.
"Can we cut down on the banter while we're rescuing Mara and Christie?" Hermione requested. Draco shrugged, returning to the magazine. Harry and Ron nodded. "Can you get your head out of that magazine, Draco and tell us how we're going to get You-Know-Who's lair?"
"What? This is interesting. Do you girls really spend all that time ready about," he flipped the page, "make-up? I mean, sure it makes you girls look sexy, but still." He made a disgusted look, "Gross. Orange eye shadow is in this month? Take it from a man, orange eye shadow will never be in." Harry and Ron started laughing.
"Draco!" Hermione wasn't laughing.
"Ok ok. Don't go all yuck on me," he placed the magazine back on the coffee table. "I know where it is, my father's taken me to see what they do. Before you all go all heinous on me, yes, I know my father's a death eater. I'm not stupid. I don't plan on being a death eater, which would be really stupid. All I'd be doing is voluntarily sticking myself in Azkaban. Just, get your broomsticks and let's go," he said, taking out his wand. * Accio broomstick *
They each summoned their broom and followed Draco out the window.
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"Your friends and my son have just left Hogwarts to come save you," Lucius informed Mara and Christie.
Maralinda almost choked on air, "Draco is your son?"
Lucius laugh was evil, "Obviously. Don't tell me you couldn't tell, we act almost alike," he scolded.
"No, you're son has a heart," Christiana muttered.
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The four of them flew over Hogwarts grounds towards the Forbidden Forest. Draco was up ahead, while Harry, Ron and Hermione talked. "Do you really think we can trust him?" Hermione asked nervously, "He could be leading us the wrong way."
"I don't think he is," Harry commented, getting blank stares from Ron and Hermione, "He's determined to save them, more to save Mara, but for Christie too. He blames himself because he's the one that sent her onto the tower,"
"Why do you think that's what I'm thinking?" Draco yelled back, "The winds picking up your voice. I can hear you," he answered, seeing their confused faces. "We should stop and sleep, it's already eleven o'clock." He informed.
All four landed quietly in an open plain. "Won't we be spotted here?" Ron asked.
"Who's looking? Voldemort wants us to get to his lair to save Mara and Christie. He wants him," he commented, pointing to Harry. Ron winced at the name of Voldemort.
"So why am I going if he just wants to capture me?" Harry asked.
"Because you're a freaking good person who won't let an innocent person get hurt," Draco said, half with disgust, the other half with jealousy, "Why do you do it?" he asked Harry
"Do what?"
"Risk your life for everyone,"
"I don't know. I think it's because most of them were in danger because of me, that's why I have to save them," Harry replied, lying on his back, looking at the stars.
"You know Potter, you might not be that bad," Draco said, falling asleep, "Not that bad."
"Hm...Thanks Malfoy. Thanks," And they were all asleep.
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* Imperio *
"Yes, master?" Maralinda asked. They had been put in separate cells, so they couldn't plan an escape.
"I have a task for you. Are you willing?" Voldemort asked, testing her.
"Of course, sir. I'd do anything for you," She bowed slightly.
"You must..." (A/N: OH! mini cliffhanger...sorta. lmao.)
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"They know we're coming, right? We are going to get captured, but that's the only way we can get in to save them," Ron said, arguing with nobody. "FINE! Don't join my nervous breakdown,"
"Ron. You're not having a nervous breakdown. Why are you so nervous for this when you've never been nervous on our other encounters with Voldemort?" Hermione pointed out.
"I...I don't know,"
Draco snorted, "Haha! Right. Even I can tell you like Christiana. You can't hide it,"
"Ok. Fine. I'm nervous because we might, just might, get Mara and Christie killed. I mean, this might just be hard, you know?"
"They'll be fine," Draco commented, looking up at the sky, "If you haven't noticed, they're not like us. They're different," he grinned.
Harry nodded, "I agree. I mean, what happened in the Great Hall. How's she summon her broom anyway?" he asked Draco.
"I don't know. She just snapped and there it was,"
Noticing the group was too busy in their conversation to notice people were spying on them. The Death Eater ran out of their hiding places and grabbed the kids. Hermione screamed.
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I was into a garden. Oddly, I never knew Voldemort had a garden. Was he going girly or something? I wasn't sure. The garden was square in which three sides of it was covered in vines. The last side had no vines growing on it, it was a plain old stone wall. But, right in front of the wall was a bench. My mouth dropped. On the bench was Mara. She was just sitting there, unaware that I was there, just reading a book. She looked fine. Being the lustful guy I am, I checked her out. She was hot.
She had on a spaghetti strap top that clung to her perfect figure, a short, and maybe too short, black mini skirt. Her long, tanned legs crossed, beaded sandals on her feet. I looked at her face. She had a jeweled tiara keeping the hair out of her way. Her eyelids had blue eye shadow and glitter upon them. I looked at her full lips, they were glistening with lip- gloss.
My knees almost gave way. I tried to speak. I took in a deep breath and concentrated, "Mara?" was all I could get out. She looked toward me, grinning.
"Draco!" She closed her book and set it on the bench. She slowly stood up and walked over. I looked in her eyes, they were hazy and lost, as if possessed. She hugged me, "I'm glad you came!"
I hugged her back. "Why were you just sitting out here? Where's Lord Voldemort?" I asked.
She released the hug, "I don't know. He just placed me here with a book and left. I haven't seen him since. I don't know how to get out of this garden either," she said quite calmly.
"How long have you been out here?"
"I'm not sure, about half an hour I suppose. But let's not talk about that please," Mara pleaded.
Her finger traced along my arms, I shivered. 'What's going on?' I asked myself. She kept tracing to my shoulder, then to my neck, then my lips. Involuntarily, I put my arms around her waist. The desire to kiss her was irresistible. I closed my eyes and kissed her, my lips on hers. Both have had kissed many times before, her lips parted. My tongue brushed against her lips. I couldn't believe I was kissing her, I knew she was under a spell, I was taking advantage of her but the aching need to be with her overruled that violation. My hands moved from her waist up to her face. I cupper her cheeks in my palms, and kept kissing her.
The part of my soul deep down closed the flow of urge to keep kissing her. I stepped back, my breath coming in short gasps. "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
"I. I can't. I know you're under the Imperius curse. It shows in your eyes. I can't believe I did that," he confessed.
'Draco. I know you can hear me,' I heard her voice in my head. 'I'm not under the Imperius Curse.' Her eyes returned to normal. 'I had to follow Lord Voldemort's orders or he would have killed me. I know I just did a horrible thing, but I enjoyed it. I love you and you know that.' she giggled. 'He ordered me to seduce you, if that's what you're thinking,' she winked at me. I grinned. I looked down at the grass.
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=+= Normal POV =+=
"Christiana?" Ron whispered from his cell. They had been too blind to see Voldemort's henchmen capture them. They had taken Draco away to who-knows- where and threw the rest of us in the dungeons.
"Ron?" a voice called back, "You guys came!"
"Of course. You had doubts?"
"Well..."
"Obviously we came. Ron here was getting worried about you," Harry said, laughing.
Christiana was confused, "Huh?"
"Ack, might as well confess huh? Christiana, I like you. Everyone already figured it out. You would have heard it earlier but...yea," he answered.
"Oh, Ron," Christiana sighed.
"I understand you don't feel the same way about me," Ron said, sadness in his voice...
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All of a sudden, Mara screamed. Draco's head shot up. "What's wrong?" he asked urgently.
She didn't answer, she just kept giving ear-piercing screams. He whipped around to see Voldemort, wand out, grinning.
"What did you do?!" Draco screamed.
"Let's intensify it," * Crucio * Mara screamed louder.
"What do you want? Whatever it is, just stop hurting her!!" His anger was building. If he could, he would take the curse, instead of seeing it on Mara.
"I saw the way you looked at her. You love her, just like she loves you. It's revolting. And plus, shouldn't you be enjoying this. Being this is going to be your future,"
"NO! I'm NOT going to turn into you. I would rather," He thought quickly, "marry Harry Potter!"
* Reducio * Mara's energy had been drained, she fainted. Falling, Draco caught her. With a nod of his head, Voldemort sent his minions to seize the couple.
"NO!" Draco yelled, not letting them touch her. (A/N: cute neh? ^.~)
"Don't worry. As long as you don't try and escape, no more harm will be done to her," Voldemort smirked. "Just until we get them inside," he muttered, nobody hearing.
The four inside the dungeons heard footsteps coming. Lots of them. Christiana gasped when they opened her cell, leading Draco and the unconscious Maralinda in. "Oh my god! What's you do to her?!" she yelled at Voldemort, irritated.
"Christiana, it's okay. She's safe now. She's got us," Draco said, sounding calm but there was a tinge of dread in his voice. Christie nodded.
"Christie?" They heard a faint voice.
"Mara? Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Mara didn't answer.
"Give her this, it will help her regain her strength," said a lady. She carried a tray of food for the three. She pointed to the drink.
Draco nodded. Taking the drink, Christiana slowly poured the drink into Maralinda's mouth, pausing every once in awhile. Draco stroked Maralinda's hair. "It's okay, Mara."
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"What'd they do to Mara?" Ron asked Hermione.
"How would I know?" she claimed
"You're the smart one!" Ron stated.
"Well thanks, Ron. But I'd have to see her to know," she informed.
"He hit her with the Cruciatus Curse," Draco said, from the other cell.
Draco told everybody what happened to Mara, leaving out the make-up scene, of course. Soon, everybody was asleep except him. He sat with his back against the cell wall. Mara's head asleep in his lap, Christiana asleep in the middle of the cell. He gently stroked her hair, careful not to wake her up. He stared at her and smiled.
Soon, her head jerked, she coughed. "Draco?"
"Yes, Mara?"
"I think I'm sick," she coughed more.
"What? Why?" he asked concerned.
"I'm coughing blood..."
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~* missy *~
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Only people I made up in this fic are Maralinda, Christiana and Prof. Pallas. ^.~
Notes: Sixth yr. Winter Holiday. Mara n Christie have been kidnapped. Harry n co. plus Draco are setting out to rescue them. Can they work together just this once without killing each other? The countdown begins.
Key: "talking" 'thinking' ~ dreaming ~ * curse * ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+ (scene change)
Pairings: H/Hr, D/M, R/C, De/G. ^.~
Irene~ 1. he's taunting him/them. (I don't know. I just made it that way!) 2. NO! it's the same reason y in the bkz that nobody knows there are wizards, except those who're in the same family as them. And 3. he knew they were powerful, just not how powerful. Plus, he figured they could protect themselves on Hogwarts grounds. They have "extra" powers. Well, literally, I'M MAKING IT THIS WAY!~ ok? ^.^
"What the hell do you want with us?" Maralinda yelled, struggling to get her hands free.
"I just want to lure Harry Potter here," said a hooded figure.
"Then what do you want with Draco?" she hissed.
"Mr. Malfoy? Well, it's about time to show him what he's to grow up to be. Isn't that right, Lucius?" A man leaning on the wall just nodded.
The hooded figure walked toward Christiana. He placed his bony hand under her chin and lifted it up. "Why aren't you talking little girl?"
"Why do you think Harry Potter will come save us?" She asked softly
"Aren't you his girlfriend?" His voice rose.
Christiana scoffed, "I wish!"
"But I saw him go in your room when Mr. Malfoy scared him off," he dropped her chin, turning around.
"He wanted to see where we stayed. Hermione and Ron would have came also but they had to work on a project," Christiana spit out.
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"Meet us in their common room right after dinner tonight," Harry whispered to Draco as they passed in the hall. Draco nodded slightly.
"How are we supposed to get there? Flying?" Hermione asked, concerned.
"I'm not sure, but Malfoy says he knows how to get there. I hope he really does," Harry said nervously. "I think I need a nap. Wake me up for dinner, ok?" Ron nodded.
Harry entered Gryffindor common room and walked up the stairs. When he reached the sixth year dormitories, he opened the door, walked to his bed and plopped down.
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Harry was walking around the lake. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Hermione picking some flowers. He smiled. As Hermione stood up, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. "Oh. Hi Harry. I didn't know you were going to be her," she said, looking back at him.
"I was looking for you," he said, kissing her forehead.
Hermione started humming. She moved her hips to the tune she was singing. It was slow and romantic.
"Harry?" he heard behind him. He let go of Hermione's waste and turned around.
"Christiana? What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you. I wanted to tell you I love you, but I guess it's too late." Harry saw tears coming out of her eyes.
"Oh. Christie, you don't love me. It's all in your head," he said. Christiana turned and ran. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around again. "Ron?" Ron punched him. "What was that for?" he said after he was finally able to breath.
"For hurting Christiana. She's been crying for forever because of you. And all because of you I lost her! It's all your fault!" Ron kept punching him.
"Ron! Stop it!" he practically yelled. Ron stopped punching him. Harry looked up to see him smiling.
"Wake up, Harry. Wake up!"
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Harry's eyes fluttered open. "Ron?"
"Are you okay, Harry? You kept telling me to stop," Ron looked concerned.
Harry shook it off, "Just a weird dream."
"Tell me about it. We've got thirty minutes until dinner and Hermione went to the library with Ginny," Ron stated.
"Okay, well..."
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* Imperio *
Maralinda's eyes went unclear. "Who do you follow?" Voldemort asked.
"You, sir," her voice solid and monotonous.
"No!!" Christiana yelled. "Fight it, Mara!"
"SHUT UP! What a nuisance," he said.
"Let her go!!" Christie kept yelling.
* Imperio *
Christie's eyes went distant, just like Mara's.
"NOW! What is your name?" he asked Mara.
"Maralinda Clark," she answered
"Who are your parents?"
"I do not know my biological parents. My parents died when I was half a year old, when I still lived in America. I was adopted by a British couple, where I grew up,"
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen,"
"What's your relationship with Harry or Mr. Malfoy,"
"Harry is a distant friend. I talk to him every once in awhile, but not that much. As for Draco, I love him,"
"Does he know?"
"Yes,"
"How did he react?"
"I don't know. I ran out of the Great Hall right after I told him,"
"And you flew onto the top of the tower?"
"Yes,"
"Okay." He turned toward Christie. "What about you? What's your name?"
"Christiana Parker," She said, her voice distant.
"Your parents?"
"I live with my mother only. My father died long ago,"
"Are you also sixteen?"
"Yes, sir,"
"Do you have any relationship with Harry or Mr. Malfoy?"
"I have a crush on Harry and a friendship with Draco,"
"Does Harry know this?"
"No. He loves Hermione. Ginny Weasley told me,"
"I see. All right. That's enough for now. Follow Lucius please," he ordered. Both girls followed Mr. Malfoy toward the dungeons, where they were locked.
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"You were holding her waist and you kissed her forehead?!" Ron asked, grinning wildly.
"Yes. Is it that weird?"
Ron nodded his head quickly, laughing. "Very much so. But...everything in the dream was real. You do like Hermione as more than a friend, don't you?"
Harry's head shot up. "Wh-What? N-no! I mean, of course. I-I mean...ugh. Is it that obvious?"
"Yes. And Ginny told me Christiana likes you," Ron said, his voice going soft.
"But then the only one that wouldn't fit is you liking Christie. Or do you?" Harry asked slyly.
"Blah blah. Yes, I do. Did you just figure it out? Ginny figured out before she even met Christie," Ron laughed.
"Really?"
Before Ron could answer, Hermione yelled, "You guys. Get your butts down here!"
Both stumbled down the stairs. Ron was laughing his head off.
They found Hermione watching them carefully, hands on her hips. "What's so funny, Ron?"
"No-nothing," was his answer, not being able to speak.
"Harry?" Hermione eyed him.
"I don't know," he answered. Hermione just shrugged it off and turned around. Harry elbowed Ron in the stomach, just making him laugh more.
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"They will come, you know that," Lucius stated, walking away.
The Imperius curse had been removed from both Maralinda and Christiana. (A/N: I don't know if it can actually be removed, but it's my story so =p) "He's right Mara. Harry will come," Christiana whispered.
"What about Draco? Are you sure he'll come. I don't want him in danger; they can make us do anything, Christie. We're weak against him," Maralinda claimed, her voice weak.
"Draco WILL come, Mara. You know it. He won't let you die here," Christiana said, comforting.
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"Um...What was it again?" Harry rubbed his temples, "Oh, right. Amethyst," The trophy case slid away, revealing Draco sitting on the couch reading magazines.
"About time you got here. What took you guys so long?" Draco asked as Ron closed the door behind him.
"Can we cut down on the banter while we're rescuing Mara and Christie?" Hermione requested. Draco shrugged, returning to the magazine. Harry and Ron nodded. "Can you get your head out of that magazine, Draco and tell us how we're going to get You-Know-Who's lair?"
"What? This is interesting. Do you girls really spend all that time ready about," he flipped the page, "make-up? I mean, sure it makes you girls look sexy, but still." He made a disgusted look, "Gross. Orange eye shadow is in this month? Take it from a man, orange eye shadow will never be in." Harry and Ron started laughing.
"Draco!" Hermione wasn't laughing.
"Ok ok. Don't go all yuck on me," he placed the magazine back on the coffee table. "I know where it is, my father's taken me to see what they do. Before you all go all heinous on me, yes, I know my father's a death eater. I'm not stupid. I don't plan on being a death eater, which would be really stupid. All I'd be doing is voluntarily sticking myself in Azkaban. Just, get your broomsticks and let's go," he said, taking out his wand. * Accio broomstick *
They each summoned their broom and followed Draco out the window.
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"Your friends and my son have just left Hogwarts to come save you," Lucius informed Mara and Christie.
Maralinda almost choked on air, "Draco is your son?"
Lucius laugh was evil, "Obviously. Don't tell me you couldn't tell, we act almost alike," he scolded.
"No, you're son has a heart," Christiana muttered.
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The four of them flew over Hogwarts grounds towards the Forbidden Forest. Draco was up ahead, while Harry, Ron and Hermione talked. "Do you really think we can trust him?" Hermione asked nervously, "He could be leading us the wrong way."
"I don't think he is," Harry commented, getting blank stares from Ron and Hermione, "He's determined to save them, more to save Mara, but for Christie too. He blames himself because he's the one that sent her onto the tower,"
"Why do you think that's what I'm thinking?" Draco yelled back, "The winds picking up your voice. I can hear you," he answered, seeing their confused faces. "We should stop and sleep, it's already eleven o'clock." He informed.
All four landed quietly in an open plain. "Won't we be spotted here?" Ron asked.
"Who's looking? Voldemort wants us to get to his lair to save Mara and Christie. He wants him," he commented, pointing to Harry. Ron winced at the name of Voldemort.
"So why am I going if he just wants to capture me?" Harry asked.
"Because you're a freaking good person who won't let an innocent person get hurt," Draco said, half with disgust, the other half with jealousy, "Why do you do it?" he asked Harry
"Do what?"
"Risk your life for everyone,"
"I don't know. I think it's because most of them were in danger because of me, that's why I have to save them," Harry replied, lying on his back, looking at the stars.
"You know Potter, you might not be that bad," Draco said, falling asleep, "Not that bad."
"Hm...Thanks Malfoy. Thanks," And they were all asleep.
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* Imperio *
"Yes, master?" Maralinda asked. They had been put in separate cells, so they couldn't plan an escape.
"I have a task for you. Are you willing?" Voldemort asked, testing her.
"Of course, sir. I'd do anything for you," She bowed slightly.
"You must..." (A/N: OH! mini cliffhanger...sorta. lmao.)
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"They know we're coming, right? We are going to get captured, but that's the only way we can get in to save them," Ron said, arguing with nobody. "FINE! Don't join my nervous breakdown,"
"Ron. You're not having a nervous breakdown. Why are you so nervous for this when you've never been nervous on our other encounters with Voldemort?" Hermione pointed out.
"I...I don't know,"
Draco snorted, "Haha! Right. Even I can tell you like Christiana. You can't hide it,"
"Ok. Fine. I'm nervous because we might, just might, get Mara and Christie killed. I mean, this might just be hard, you know?"
"They'll be fine," Draco commented, looking up at the sky, "If you haven't noticed, they're not like us. They're different," he grinned.
Harry nodded, "I agree. I mean, what happened in the Great Hall. How's she summon her broom anyway?" he asked Draco.
"I don't know. She just snapped and there it was,"
Noticing the group was too busy in their conversation to notice people were spying on them. The Death Eater ran out of their hiding places and grabbed the kids. Hermione screamed.
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I was into a garden. Oddly, I never knew Voldemort had a garden. Was he going girly or something? I wasn't sure. The garden was square in which three sides of it was covered in vines. The last side had no vines growing on it, it was a plain old stone wall. But, right in front of the wall was a bench. My mouth dropped. On the bench was Mara. She was just sitting there, unaware that I was there, just reading a book. She looked fine. Being the lustful guy I am, I checked her out. She was hot.
She had on a spaghetti strap top that clung to her perfect figure, a short, and maybe too short, black mini skirt. Her long, tanned legs crossed, beaded sandals on her feet. I looked at her face. She had a jeweled tiara keeping the hair out of her way. Her eyelids had blue eye shadow and glitter upon them. I looked at her full lips, they were glistening with lip- gloss.
My knees almost gave way. I tried to speak. I took in a deep breath and concentrated, "Mara?" was all I could get out. She looked toward me, grinning.
"Draco!" She closed her book and set it on the bench. She slowly stood up and walked over. I looked in her eyes, they were hazy and lost, as if possessed. She hugged me, "I'm glad you came!"
I hugged her back. "Why were you just sitting out here? Where's Lord Voldemort?" I asked.
She released the hug, "I don't know. He just placed me here with a book and left. I haven't seen him since. I don't know how to get out of this garden either," she said quite calmly.
"How long have you been out here?"
"I'm not sure, about half an hour I suppose. But let's not talk about that please," Mara pleaded.
Her finger traced along my arms, I shivered. 'What's going on?' I asked myself. She kept tracing to my shoulder, then to my neck, then my lips. Involuntarily, I put my arms around her waist. The desire to kiss her was irresistible. I closed my eyes and kissed her, my lips on hers. Both have had kissed many times before, her lips parted. My tongue brushed against her lips. I couldn't believe I was kissing her, I knew she was under a spell, I was taking advantage of her but the aching need to be with her overruled that violation. My hands moved from her waist up to her face. I cupper her cheeks in my palms, and kept kissing her.
The part of my soul deep down closed the flow of urge to keep kissing her. I stepped back, my breath coming in short gasps. "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
"I. I can't. I know you're under the Imperius curse. It shows in your eyes. I can't believe I did that," he confessed.
'Draco. I know you can hear me,' I heard her voice in my head. 'I'm not under the Imperius Curse.' Her eyes returned to normal. 'I had to follow Lord Voldemort's orders or he would have killed me. I know I just did a horrible thing, but I enjoyed it. I love you and you know that.' she giggled. 'He ordered me to seduce you, if that's what you're thinking,' she winked at me. I grinned. I looked down at the grass.
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=+= Normal POV =+=
"Christiana?" Ron whispered from his cell. They had been too blind to see Voldemort's henchmen capture them. They had taken Draco away to who-knows- where and threw the rest of us in the dungeons.
"Ron?" a voice called back, "You guys came!"
"Of course. You had doubts?"
"Well..."
"Obviously we came. Ron here was getting worried about you," Harry said, laughing.
Christiana was confused, "Huh?"
"Ack, might as well confess huh? Christiana, I like you. Everyone already figured it out. You would have heard it earlier but...yea," he answered.
"Oh, Ron," Christiana sighed.
"I understand you don't feel the same way about me," Ron said, sadness in his voice...
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All of a sudden, Mara screamed. Draco's head shot up. "What's wrong?" he asked urgently.
She didn't answer, she just kept giving ear-piercing screams. He whipped around to see Voldemort, wand out, grinning.
"What did you do?!" Draco screamed.
"Let's intensify it," * Crucio * Mara screamed louder.
"What do you want? Whatever it is, just stop hurting her!!" His anger was building. If he could, he would take the curse, instead of seeing it on Mara.
"I saw the way you looked at her. You love her, just like she loves you. It's revolting. And plus, shouldn't you be enjoying this. Being this is going to be your future,"
"NO! I'm NOT going to turn into you. I would rather," He thought quickly, "marry Harry Potter!"
* Reducio * Mara's energy had been drained, she fainted. Falling, Draco caught her. With a nod of his head, Voldemort sent his minions to seize the couple.
"NO!" Draco yelled, not letting them touch her. (A/N: cute neh? ^.~)
"Don't worry. As long as you don't try and escape, no more harm will be done to her," Voldemort smirked. "Just until we get them inside," he muttered, nobody hearing.
The four inside the dungeons heard footsteps coming. Lots of them. Christiana gasped when they opened her cell, leading Draco and the unconscious Maralinda in. "Oh my god! What's you do to her?!" she yelled at Voldemort, irritated.
"Christiana, it's okay. She's safe now. She's got us," Draco said, sounding calm but there was a tinge of dread in his voice. Christie nodded.
"Christie?" They heard a faint voice.
"Mara? Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" Mara didn't answer.
"Give her this, it will help her regain her strength," said a lady. She carried a tray of food for the three. She pointed to the drink.
Draco nodded. Taking the drink, Christiana slowly poured the drink into Maralinda's mouth, pausing every once in awhile. Draco stroked Maralinda's hair. "It's okay, Mara."
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"What'd they do to Mara?" Ron asked Hermione.
"How would I know?" she claimed
"You're the smart one!" Ron stated.
"Well thanks, Ron. But I'd have to see her to know," she informed.
"He hit her with the Cruciatus Curse," Draco said, from the other cell.
Draco told everybody what happened to Mara, leaving out the make-up scene, of course. Soon, everybody was asleep except him. He sat with his back against the cell wall. Mara's head asleep in his lap, Christiana asleep in the middle of the cell. He gently stroked her hair, careful not to wake her up. He stared at her and smiled.
Soon, her head jerked, she coughed. "Draco?"
"Yes, Mara?"
"I think I'm sick," she coughed more.
"What? Why?" he asked concerned.
"I'm coughing blood..."
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