DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or anything connected with the fabulous story J.K. Rowling wrote, BUT I can claim ownership of the plot of the following fanfic, so please respect that.
Author's note: I'm not happy with the following chapter. I wrote several drafts with different plots until I could decide that this one was obviously the best of them all. I'm really sorry that it took me so long to post it, but I didn't have time to write anything until Friday night.
PREDICTABLE? Krisleigh, that's a challenge…I know you didn't call it predictable and I'm not offended, but nevertheless, I'll swear this isn't going to be predictable. At least I hope it's not predictable. Hah! You made me rewrite the following chapter! For a 4th time actually (no wonder it took me so long to post it). Let's see, if it's still this predictable! Did you never have the feeling that you know who the bad guy is when reading J.K. Rowling's books and in the end everything turned out to be completely different from what you had expected?
Oh, and once again, thank you for reviewing. I doubt that this story is as good as some of you say, because otherwise more people would review it…*sighes* Please, send me more of those reviews, I really need criticism and if we hit of 100 reviews I promise there'll be a huge surprise.
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And Then We Were Defeated
Chapter 14
Rescue?
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Hermione didn't hesitate but a second before she walked straight out of the drawing room. Nobody was standing in the hallway, there was no one who could stop her from getting out of the Manor and the bloody mess she was in.
Cautiously she looked around and then headed for the staircase that would lead her downstairs into the hall where she would be able to easily slip out of the front door, but unfortunately she was unaware of a pair of dark eyes watching her flight.
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She had nearly reached the door to freedom, when a blast hit her in the back and she was thrown violently against the tapestry of the hall. Hermione gave a little squeak before darkness took over and she collapsed on the floor. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds since she had passed out, because as she slowly opened her eyes she could see Lucius Malfoy coming towards her. A hot pain shot through her head and her chest hurt with every breathe she took.
He had his wand pointed at her, ready to strike and to finish what he had attempted to do earlier. She didn't want to see him doing it and she wouldn't beg for her life. Instead, she closed her eyes and once again a comforting darkness rushed trough her and she was carried away from all the pain in her mind and body.
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A lunatic smile spread on his face and he looked down at her with more hate and dislike than he had ever felt for any mudblood before in his life. They were weak and soiled. Dirt. Nothing more. The wizarding world had to be released from them. Lucius Malfoy was about to cast the spell that would kill the unconscious girl lying in front of him, when suddenly he noticed the shadow that displayed clearly on the ground next to him and the mudblood. He lowered his wand a little and turned around to face the person who had interrupted him.
"You?" he didn't stop smiling. "It's time to get rid of her, don't you think? This stupid game has been going on for too long already. My name, no, the name of the entire Malfoy family is at stake. I won't let this mudblood marry a Malfoy."
The other didn't answer. He frowned at the man and wondered how a person who has always been proud of being able to keep his emotions under control, could act like this. Lucius faced Hermione once more and raised his wand again, but just as he was about to cast the death spell on her, the one behind him shouted "Stupefy!" and he dropped stiffly down on the floor.
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Hermione woke up and blinked as she became aware of the two huge pairs of eyes that seemed to hover right above her face. She would have jumped if her body hadn't been so sore, but Hermione finally managed to focus on the faces and realized that the 4 large eyes belonged to no one else than Wimpsy and Dobby. She sighed heavily and looking around she noticed that she was back in the guest room she had been locked up in before. All she could remember was that she had tried to reach the front door and then…then something had hit her and now she was captured again in this horrible guestroom.
When the two houseelves saw that Hermione had woken up, they busily ran around the room and brought plates with food and something to drink for her. Wimpsy took even care of Hermione's headache by giving her a painkiller potion. She gladly accepted the spoonful of bitter liquid and although she scowled as she gulped it down, she was immediately rewarded, because the pain gradually subsided.
Wimpsy and Dobby smiled at her, and then quietly left. Hermione stared at the ceiling of her four-poster and ran her fingers through her hair. This had been her chance to escape and now everything was spoiled and she didn't know what and why all that had happened to her down there in the hall. She couldn't even remember how she had gotten back to bed. Already she could feel her eyes water because of the disappointment and she reached over to grab a handkerchief from the bedside table, but instead of a hanky her hand touched a small piece of paper, neatly folded into a tiny square. What was that? She grabbed the parchment and unfolded it reading the little note that had hastily been scribbled on it.
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Draco kept turning around in his bed. He had drifted off to sleep as soon as his head had touched his pillow, but then this dream had found its way into his mind and now it wouldn't leave him alone. There was a girl in this dream and although he couldn't quite figure out what she looked like, the familiar odour of vanilla and honey surrounded her. She came towards him whispering and he knew she was smiling as she reached out for him to pull him into a tight hug. However, Draco tried to get away from her. Something inside him didn't want to be touched by her. The girl laughed a little. "You can't get away from me. We are forever bound to each other. You know it, because you start to feel it, too." The overwhelming sweet smell of vanilla and honey made him feel dizzy and staggering backwards he suddenly fell.
