A/N: thx to mer reviewers, and for all ur suggestions!! I changed it
too!! :DDDDDD
Thx to panaginip02 and copper fire!! You peeps are the best!!!
Now, ON with the Story!
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Light of Darkness
"Glad to see you're enjoying the dungeons." Hermione and Draco's chortling abruptly came to a stop, as they swiveled to see two deatheaters standing by the door. Their fathers.
Lucius smiled with a dark grin.
"Not for long, George," he addressed Hermione's dad, fingering his wand gently. "You DO remember the plan, am I correct?" George suddenly yanked Lucius off the floor be his collar and brought him up to his face.
"Why would I forget?" he enunciated every word, eyes glinting dangerously. Suddenly George grinned, and slowly released his grip on the other man's robes. Lucius started to straighten his collar.
During this time Hermione and Draco had edged toward the corner of the room that was farthest away from the quarreling Deatheaters. Draco looked thoughtful, brow furrowed. What was so familiar about what his father had just said?
"Oh look Lucius, they're scared of us." George feigned looking offended. "Our own flesh and blood." He walked towards his daughter. "Come on, Hermione, don't you love your old dad?" Hermione recoiled from his outreached hand.
Draco put one supporting hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. He knew all too well what she was going through. Hermione glanced at him gratefully, and Draco nodded curtly.
"Draco...." Lucius warned his son, as he too advanced, wand outraised. He had to punish his unruly son. This was as good a time as any to try out their plan, anyways. Lucius looked at the deatheater beside him. "One, two three.." He counted.
"Crucio." The two deatheaters spoke at once, as dark crimson lights shone from their wands. On cue, Draco and Hermione doubled over in pain. Their sight began to blur and become red. Draco started to snarl at the two deatheaters.
Both of the teenagers collapsed on the cold stone floor, breathing hard. Painfully, Draco glanced up at the two deatheaters, and saw them raise their wands for another spell.
"Imperio." At their voices Draco surprised himself by lunging in front of Hermione, and absorbing the spell meant for her. Lucius laughed cruelly.
"My son, why are you so ignorant?" he laughed again, and nodded at George.
Draco convulsed, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Prodded by his father, he stood up.
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IN draco's mind:::
*kill her..* Lucius' voice ordered persuasively in his head.
*now..right now..* Hermione's dad added.
Draco turned towards Hermione.
*yep, yep, that I will* he agreed, raising his arms to strangle her. He could sense her close her eyes. She wasn't moving away.
~*~
NORMAL POV
Hermione's opened her eyes.
"Draco, Draco, just listen to me, okay? You don't have to do this. Fight it, Draco, fight it for...for.." Hermione broke down.
Tears started pouring freely down her face.
~*~
IN DRACO"S MIND::
"Draco," a beautiful voice. It broke through the shroud covering his sense, clouding his view.
*hermione?* he thought silently.
The boy sensed himself blinking.
*kill her..NOW* two voices shouted in his head.
NO!!!!!
Draco's hands stiffened, as he fought with his will.
NO!!!
He could sense Hermione was crying.
NO!!!
Draco dropped his hands.
~*~
Normal POV
His arms fell to his sides, and Hermione let out a breath of relief. She had never been so happy to see his dark grey eyes. So cold, so distant. But his own.
He blinked rapidly, blond hair framing his face in a golden halo.
"Draco!" Hermione threw herself in his arms, forgetting about her aches, her pains, the deatheaters. "Thank you, thank you," she repeated. She hugged him tightly. He chest was muscled from quidditch, but most surprisingly, he smelt of air. Draco exuded a sense of sunshine, of prairie grasses sighing in the wind, of strawberries.
Unconsciously Hermione inhaled deeply. She had never given him a second thought from the cruel brat with money, and felt guilty. He wasn't too bad actually, she just had never given him a chance.
Hermione felt two arms encircle her back. It was surprising what things brought people together. Hermione sniffed and looked at Draco's ear.
"Thank you." She said sincerely, avoiding his gaze. Draco lifted her face up with his hand, and smiled at her, eyes sparkling with emotion.
"Thank you, Hermione." He answered. The girl caught her breath. He looked so much like an angel, with a mysterious air. He looked so...
....innocent.
"Just as I thought." Lucius interrupted. Draco's expression darkened. Hermione felt a wave of sadness, as his innocence disappeared like smoke in the air. Draco let go of her, and turned to face his father.
"Dumb crudhole." He muttered, not feeling like swearing in Hermione's presence.
"Getting soft, eh?" Draco replied by shooting his dad a death glare. Lucius turned to George. "You were right, they're not weak enough to go under imperio." He smiled maliciously. "We'll leave them here for a few days, without food or water, and let's see if they'll cooperate." Lucius turned and stalked out of the room.
George smirked at his daughter.
"You understand, don't you Hermione?" then he followed Lucius out.
Tears started streaming down Hermione's cheeks. Two arms immediately encircled her waist.
"Draco, what are we going to do?" Draco leaned his head on hers, and felt his eyes moisten dangerously.
"Don't worry." He comforted her, as one solitary tear fell from his eye.
~*~
A/N: heehee.things are heating UP!!! what will happen now? How will out heroes escape?
FIND OUT, on the NEXT chappie OF..
LOD!!! (light of darkness)
Until next time, good folks!
DKC aka icy_flymn
Thx to panaginip02 and copper fire!! You peeps are the best!!!
Now, ON with the Story!
~*~
Light of Darkness
"Glad to see you're enjoying the dungeons." Hermione and Draco's chortling abruptly came to a stop, as they swiveled to see two deatheaters standing by the door. Their fathers.
Lucius smiled with a dark grin.
"Not for long, George," he addressed Hermione's dad, fingering his wand gently. "You DO remember the plan, am I correct?" George suddenly yanked Lucius off the floor be his collar and brought him up to his face.
"Why would I forget?" he enunciated every word, eyes glinting dangerously. Suddenly George grinned, and slowly released his grip on the other man's robes. Lucius started to straighten his collar.
During this time Hermione and Draco had edged toward the corner of the room that was farthest away from the quarreling Deatheaters. Draco looked thoughtful, brow furrowed. What was so familiar about what his father had just said?
"Oh look Lucius, they're scared of us." George feigned looking offended. "Our own flesh and blood." He walked towards his daughter. "Come on, Hermione, don't you love your old dad?" Hermione recoiled from his outreached hand.
Draco put one supporting hand on her shoulder, reassuring her. He knew all too well what she was going through. Hermione glanced at him gratefully, and Draco nodded curtly.
"Draco...." Lucius warned his son, as he too advanced, wand outraised. He had to punish his unruly son. This was as good a time as any to try out their plan, anyways. Lucius looked at the deatheater beside him. "One, two three.." He counted.
"Crucio." The two deatheaters spoke at once, as dark crimson lights shone from their wands. On cue, Draco and Hermione doubled over in pain. Their sight began to blur and become red. Draco started to snarl at the two deatheaters.
Both of the teenagers collapsed on the cold stone floor, breathing hard. Painfully, Draco glanced up at the two deatheaters, and saw them raise their wands for another spell.
"Imperio." At their voices Draco surprised himself by lunging in front of Hermione, and absorbing the spell meant for her. Lucius laughed cruelly.
"My son, why are you so ignorant?" he laughed again, and nodded at George.
Draco convulsed, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Prodded by his father, he stood up.
~*~
IN draco's mind:::
*kill her..* Lucius' voice ordered persuasively in his head.
*now..right now..* Hermione's dad added.
Draco turned towards Hermione.
*yep, yep, that I will* he agreed, raising his arms to strangle her. He could sense her close her eyes. She wasn't moving away.
~*~
NORMAL POV
Hermione's opened her eyes.
"Draco, Draco, just listen to me, okay? You don't have to do this. Fight it, Draco, fight it for...for.." Hermione broke down.
Tears started pouring freely down her face.
~*~
IN DRACO"S MIND::
"Draco," a beautiful voice. It broke through the shroud covering his sense, clouding his view.
*hermione?* he thought silently.
The boy sensed himself blinking.
*kill her..NOW* two voices shouted in his head.
NO!!!!!
Draco's hands stiffened, as he fought with his will.
NO!!!
He could sense Hermione was crying.
NO!!!
Draco dropped his hands.
~*~
Normal POV
His arms fell to his sides, and Hermione let out a breath of relief. She had never been so happy to see his dark grey eyes. So cold, so distant. But his own.
He blinked rapidly, blond hair framing his face in a golden halo.
"Draco!" Hermione threw herself in his arms, forgetting about her aches, her pains, the deatheaters. "Thank you, thank you," she repeated. She hugged him tightly. He chest was muscled from quidditch, but most surprisingly, he smelt of air. Draco exuded a sense of sunshine, of prairie grasses sighing in the wind, of strawberries.
Unconsciously Hermione inhaled deeply. She had never given him a second thought from the cruel brat with money, and felt guilty. He wasn't too bad actually, she just had never given him a chance.
Hermione felt two arms encircle her back. It was surprising what things brought people together. Hermione sniffed and looked at Draco's ear.
"Thank you." She said sincerely, avoiding his gaze. Draco lifted her face up with his hand, and smiled at her, eyes sparkling with emotion.
"Thank you, Hermione." He answered. The girl caught her breath. He looked so much like an angel, with a mysterious air. He looked so...
....innocent.
"Just as I thought." Lucius interrupted. Draco's expression darkened. Hermione felt a wave of sadness, as his innocence disappeared like smoke in the air. Draco let go of her, and turned to face his father.
"Dumb crudhole." He muttered, not feeling like swearing in Hermione's presence.
"Getting soft, eh?" Draco replied by shooting his dad a death glare. Lucius turned to George. "You were right, they're not weak enough to go under imperio." He smiled maliciously. "We'll leave them here for a few days, without food or water, and let's see if they'll cooperate." Lucius turned and stalked out of the room.
George smirked at his daughter.
"You understand, don't you Hermione?" then he followed Lucius out.
Tears started streaming down Hermione's cheeks. Two arms immediately encircled her waist.
"Draco, what are we going to do?" Draco leaned his head on hers, and felt his eyes moisten dangerously.
"Don't worry." He comforted her, as one solitary tear fell from his eye.
~*~
A/N: heehee.things are heating UP!!! what will happen now? How will out heroes escape?
FIND OUT, on the NEXT chappie OF..
LOD!!! (light of darkness)
Until next time, good folks!
DKC aka icy_flymn
