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Chapter 7 - Starting at the Source
Hermione awoke to the sun streaming through the windows. She tried to get up, but found she was been pinned down by one of Draco's arms. She looked over and had to smile at how cute he looked when he slept. His face was devoid of its usual smirk and he looked almost angelic. Hermione laughed, "Draco angelic?" Although, she had to admit he was an enigma.
After several minutes of strenuous work, Hermione finally managed to free herself from Draco's arm. Hermione went through her usual morning routine. She was just sitting down at the small kitchen table, to enjoy her breakfast, when Draco finally emerged. Hermione noticed he seemed more awake than usual. Something was defiantly up.
"Good morning," he said. His tone was nowhere near similar to that sleepy drawl he used in the morning. It, to Hermione's utter shock, was almost cheerful.
"Good morning," Hermione answered cautiously.
"Are you Ready to go?"
"Of course I am!" Hermione thought, "I forgot. So that's why he is so awake." "So where are we going?"
"Malfoy Manor," he replied. Hermione was not expecting this. "My father is away this week," he said, noticing her uneasiness.
Draco led Hermione out to the broom shed. Only then did it occur to her how they were planning to travel. Harry had tried to teach Hermione how to fly during their fifth year. It had not gone well. She ended up in the hospital wing for a week after that one.
"Draco, you aren't planning on flying to Malfoy Manor, are you?" she asked, stating the obvious.
"Yes, why?" he asked nonchalant as he tossed her onto one of the school brooms before mounting his own.
He was already up in the air when she answered, embarrassed, "I can't fly."
Draco genuinely surprised by this answered, "Potter never taught you? I thought he would have."
"He tried," she answered simply.
"Come on, we don't have all day," he said as he landed and helped her onto his broom.
At first, Hermione was too terrified to open her eyes; she hated heights. On top of that, she could tell that they were flying very fast. When she finally opened her eyes, they were soaring over the English countryside, following a small channel. Draco was an excellent flyer; he had much improved over the years. By the time Hermione had started to enjoy the flight, they began to descend. She could see the manor ahead. It was not as large as Hogwarts, but it was huge. They landed on a hill, a little distance away from the manor, and walked the rest of the way.
"My father has charmed the manor to prevent flying and other methods of access. This is about as close as we can get."
They entered through the enormous front doors into a stone foyer. After a little walk, they came to the library.
"So why are we here?" Hermione asked.
"When Andullus made the Flamma Spaera, he kept records of his research and the creation of the orb. These records are believed to be long lost, however they are kept here in our library."
Draco began to search the shelves. Hermione decided to look around. She was about to reach for a book off one of the shelves when a hand stopped her. Hermione shrieked with surprise only to find that it was just Draco.
"Don't," he said, "this room is full of illegal books about the dark arts, most of which have curses placed on them."
"So why do you have them if you can't use them?" asked a puzzled Hermione.
"For the same reason we have Andullus' records. They are dangerous and dark. My family collects that stuff."
"Are those the records then?" asked Hermione, pointing to the aged notebooks he held in his arms.
"Yes," he said, placing them on a table. He opened the first notebook, and began to read aloud. "I, Andullus have made a potion to create an object able to bring about the downfall of any witch or wizard. My greatest hope for this orb is to bring about life and death. With this power, I will be able to be the most powerful wizard in the world. I will name this the Flamma...."
Suddenly, they heard a noise in the hall outside of the library.
"I thought you said your father were away!" hissed a terrified Hermione.
"They are," he answered, "besides one person doesn't make that much noise. It sounds like the Death Eaters are gathering."
Before she could panic, Draco put his hand over her mouth, snatched the files off the table, and pulled her into a coat closet by the door. After making sure she had calmed down, he released his hold on her mouth.
"Where do the Death Eaters usually meet?" Hermione inquired, dreading the answer.
"The library," Draco answered, the color seemingly drained from his face.
Chapter 7 - Starting at the Source
Hermione awoke to the sun streaming through the windows. She tried to get up, but found she was been pinned down by one of Draco's arms. She looked over and had to smile at how cute he looked when he slept. His face was devoid of its usual smirk and he looked almost angelic. Hermione laughed, "Draco angelic?" Although, she had to admit he was an enigma.
After several minutes of strenuous work, Hermione finally managed to free herself from Draco's arm. Hermione went through her usual morning routine. She was just sitting down at the small kitchen table, to enjoy her breakfast, when Draco finally emerged. Hermione noticed he seemed more awake than usual. Something was defiantly up.
"Good morning," he said. His tone was nowhere near similar to that sleepy drawl he used in the morning. It, to Hermione's utter shock, was almost cheerful.
"Good morning," Hermione answered cautiously.
"Are you Ready to go?"
"Of course I am!" Hermione thought, "I forgot. So that's why he is so awake." "So where are we going?"
"Malfoy Manor," he replied. Hermione was not expecting this. "My father is away this week," he said, noticing her uneasiness.
Draco led Hermione out to the broom shed. Only then did it occur to her how they were planning to travel. Harry had tried to teach Hermione how to fly during their fifth year. It had not gone well. She ended up in the hospital wing for a week after that one.
"Draco, you aren't planning on flying to Malfoy Manor, are you?" she asked, stating the obvious.
"Yes, why?" he asked nonchalant as he tossed her onto one of the school brooms before mounting his own.
He was already up in the air when she answered, embarrassed, "I can't fly."
Draco genuinely surprised by this answered, "Potter never taught you? I thought he would have."
"He tried," she answered simply.
"Come on, we don't have all day," he said as he landed and helped her onto his broom.
At first, Hermione was too terrified to open her eyes; she hated heights. On top of that, she could tell that they were flying very fast. When she finally opened her eyes, they were soaring over the English countryside, following a small channel. Draco was an excellent flyer; he had much improved over the years. By the time Hermione had started to enjoy the flight, they began to descend. She could see the manor ahead. It was not as large as Hogwarts, but it was huge. They landed on a hill, a little distance away from the manor, and walked the rest of the way.
"My father has charmed the manor to prevent flying and other methods of access. This is about as close as we can get."
They entered through the enormous front doors into a stone foyer. After a little walk, they came to the library.
"So why are we here?" Hermione asked.
"When Andullus made the Flamma Spaera, he kept records of his research and the creation of the orb. These records are believed to be long lost, however they are kept here in our library."
Draco began to search the shelves. Hermione decided to look around. She was about to reach for a book off one of the shelves when a hand stopped her. Hermione shrieked with surprise only to find that it was just Draco.
"Don't," he said, "this room is full of illegal books about the dark arts, most of which have curses placed on them."
"So why do you have them if you can't use them?" asked a puzzled Hermione.
"For the same reason we have Andullus' records. They are dangerous and dark. My family collects that stuff."
"Are those the records then?" asked Hermione, pointing to the aged notebooks he held in his arms.
"Yes," he said, placing them on a table. He opened the first notebook, and began to read aloud. "I, Andullus have made a potion to create an object able to bring about the downfall of any witch or wizard. My greatest hope for this orb is to bring about life and death. With this power, I will be able to be the most powerful wizard in the world. I will name this the Flamma...."
Suddenly, they heard a noise in the hall outside of the library.
"I thought you said your father were away!" hissed a terrified Hermione.
"They are," he answered, "besides one person doesn't make that much noise. It sounds like the Death Eaters are gathering."
Before she could panic, Draco put his hand over her mouth, snatched the files off the table, and pulled her into a coat closet by the door. After making sure she had calmed down, he released his hold on her mouth.
"Where do the Death Eaters usually meet?" Hermione inquired, dreading the answer.
"The library," Draco answered, the color seemingly drained from his face.
