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Chapter 14
"Good. I knew that you'll eventually comply." Lucius said as he let go of Draco. "I must report this to him, yes, yes, he will be most pleased. After bringing the girl, the master will finish her himself!" he said with an evil cackle, and then he apparated away from Hogwarts.
Hermione could not believe what she heard. Had Draco been using her? Probably, maybe even yes. Draco is on the Dark Side, and they can do anything. With tears in her eyes, she walked away. Draco on the other hand, just got out of the classroom. What would he do now? How can he save her? Then, he saw a familiar figure walking not a great distance from where he was.
"Oi!" he shouted. The figure turned around, and Draco saw the look on her face; he saw mixed emotions of hatred, hurt and most of all love. He ran after her, but then she ran away. Since Draco was a guy, he could run faster. He eventually caught up with Hermione.
"Hey? What's up with you?" he asked.
She slapped him on the face. "How the hell could you?" she said furiously, tears flowing out of her eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"I heard the whole damn conversation Draco. How could you use me?" she continued.
"No, no! Its not like that!" he explained. "You see," he said, trying to explain himself.
But Hermione interrupted, "No Draco, enough. No more lies!" with that, she ran away to the Gryffindor common room, not even bothering to eat dinner,
Draco could not stop her. She won't listen anyways. (Give her time to think, she just so shocked by these things, he thought) He headed towards the slytherin common room.
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Hemione just slumped herself on the couch. Tears were flowing out of her eyes. She couldn't even think because of all this, all she knew that she was betrayed. Yet, she loved him still.
Meanwhile, Harry just finished his dinner early. He needed to go back to review the quiddich results. He just went in the common room when he heard someone crying. When he looked, he saw that it was Hermione.
"Mione? What's wrong?" he asked in an almost panicky voice.
"Nothing that you could figure out," she said as she glared at him and moved away.
"Come on, its about him, isn't it?" he asked cautiously.
Hermione finally gave in. She needed someone to talk to, and Harry WAS her former best friend. She moved closer. "Oh Harry! He tricked me into believing!" she said as she broke down. Harry put an arm over her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"There, there. Calm down." He said.
"How the hell can I calm down? Tell me Harry? How?" she asked.
"Just explain what happened," Harry said softly. (This just may be the ticket to getting her back, he thought.)
"I went away from quiddich try outs to look for him." She explained, still sobbing. "After searching for almost an eternity, I gave up. Until I heard voices from an empty classroom." She continued. "I listened to it, and there was Lucius Malfoy talking to Draco. He was saying about death eater ceremonies, and me as a, as a," she said In between sobs, but she couldn't continue.
"As a what?" Harry asked, eager to know.
"A sacrifice! They'd turn me over to the dark lord as a sacrifice!" she said, and continued crying. This time, Harry hugged her.
"There,there. Malfoy was, is and will always be a slimy git." He said, as if trying to crack a joke.
Hermione let go from the hug, and said, "Gee Harry, why'd you even helping me? After all I did," she said with a small smile, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Nah," Harry said, "Think nothing of it." He said, smiling smugly. "So," he proposed, "Are you back being plain ol' Hermione?" he asked. She smiled energetically and said, "The hell I am!" she answered gladly. They hugged again, and as Harry let go carefully, he attempted to kiss Hermione. Hermione leaned in too, but she remembered something, a sort of promise she made. . .
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"You know that you're the only man I'm going to kiss," she said, as she went near him. Then they kissed under the soft, caressing rays of the moonlight for a brief moment, and then he took her in his arms and whispered gently,
"I love you too."
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(Maybe he did really mean what he said that night, she thought) so she avoided Harry's kiss. Tears began to flow from her eyes again, and said, "I'm sorry Harry, I can't, I just can't." she explained. Harry said with a sigh, "Its alright, I understand. You get some rest."
As Hermione was about to head to the girls dormitories, she was stopped. "And oh, by the way, Dumbledore's organizing a," Hermione turned around. Harry started to think, "what was it?" he thought, "Oh yeah! A farewell ball was it? Yeah, next next week." He finally said. "Dumbledore's crazy. After that, there's still a week of school!" Hermione just smiled, and said, "Thanks Harry." Then went on her way.
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Draco just kept bumping and bumping his head into the wall. Once or twice, his cronies asked him if anything was wrong, then he'd answer, "leave me alone!"
Just then, an owl appeared by his window. A black one, so it meant it was from the manor. Two letters arrived, one from his mother and his father. He decided to open the letter from his father first, thinking that he could accept bad news now, then the good news later.
[Draco,
The ministry has a clue where the Dark Lord is. We will keep him in hiding, and until then, the death eater ceremony is postponed to next month. Don't do anything stupid, or else you will answer to me.
Lucius]
Bad news? Hell, that was the best news he's received since now! Then, he carefully opened the letter from his mother.
[Dearest Draco,
Your father told me what happened, but what exactly did he tell you to make you agree? Please reply soon.
Love,
Mother]
He gave some thought over telling his mother what his father told him. Why would he even say that? Sometimes, he even wondered if Lucius really loved her mother. She was kind and gentle, the exact opposite of what his father was. He got a parchment and a quill and started writing,
[Dearest Mother,
Mother, you know that I love you very much. Father told me that the dark lord will punish us all, me, father and you. Its okay if I was the one who'll be punished, or maybe even father, but not you. So, I agreed. Even though it would mean to hurt someone, I couldn't bear it if someone'll hurt you.
Take care mother.
Love,
Draco]
He rolled it up, and tied it to the owl's claws, and shooed it away. He crumpled the letter that his father gave him, and threw it on the fire. Since he was lucky enough to have a single room, he could have some privacy. He sat on the comfortable recliner, and as he was just about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard a loud banging on the door. "Drakie! Drakie! I'm back!" he heard a shrill voice say. (Oh no, he thought) Pansy. He opened the door. "Pansy." He said with an unsure voice.
"Hi Drakie, I'm back!" she said in delight.
He scanned her head to toe. Something's changed, but what was it? He couldn't figure it out.
"Blaise, a word." He said, and Blaise got up from the chair, let go of the magazine she was reading, and went near him. Blaise was the nearest thing Pansy could consider as a friend. "Yes Draco?" she asked. He pulled her inside, and shut the door.
"What the hell happened to Pansy? Or should I ask, is that Pansy?"he asked. Pansy has indeed changed. She had become, as I hate to say it, prettier.
"Yah! Who could call you Drakie none other than her?" she replied. "Dunno, maybe Snape put something accidentally." She said carelessly, with a shrug.
"Unless, you put a spell on her!" Draco accused.
"Me?No way! I'm the prettiest girl in slytherin, Draco. Why would I cast a spell on Pansy to make her as pretty as me? Its like, having a rival. Ugh, I hate that." She said. True, Blaise had the prettiest face in slytherin, and why would she even cast a spell on someone so desperately hopeless?
"Okay," he said. As Blaise was about to exit, he instructed, "Just keep her away from me,".
"Sure thing." She said, and went out. As he was going to head to the chair again, he heard another knock, and he went back and opened the door.
"What?" he asked grumpily. Blaise's head popped through.
"And oh by the way Draco," she reminded, " Dumbledore's arranged a farewell ball. Just thought you want to know." As she was about to close the door, Draco told her, "Remind me not to ask Pansy." He asked. "Yeah Already!" Blaise answered irritatingly.
Instead of returning to his chair, he just resumed bumping his head on the wall. While he was bumping his head, he saw something glisten in the near end of his table. A blade which he was supposed to use for Herbology. He looked at it, and went near it. He got it, inspected it, and brought it near one of the chairs. He sat down, and tested it. The blade sliced through it like a hot knife slices through butter. He thought about what he could do with it. He stared at it for just a few seconds, and he knew just what to do.
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Chapter 14
"Good. I knew that you'll eventually comply." Lucius said as he let go of Draco. "I must report this to him, yes, yes, he will be most pleased. After bringing the girl, the master will finish her himself!" he said with an evil cackle, and then he apparated away from Hogwarts.
Hermione could not believe what she heard. Had Draco been using her? Probably, maybe even yes. Draco is on the Dark Side, and they can do anything. With tears in her eyes, she walked away. Draco on the other hand, just got out of the classroom. What would he do now? How can he save her? Then, he saw a familiar figure walking not a great distance from where he was.
"Oi!" he shouted. The figure turned around, and Draco saw the look on her face; he saw mixed emotions of hatred, hurt and most of all love. He ran after her, but then she ran away. Since Draco was a guy, he could run faster. He eventually caught up with Hermione.
"Hey? What's up with you?" he asked.
She slapped him on the face. "How the hell could you?" she said furiously, tears flowing out of her eyes.
"What?" he asked.
"I heard the whole damn conversation Draco. How could you use me?" she continued.
"No, no! Its not like that!" he explained. "You see," he said, trying to explain himself.
But Hermione interrupted, "No Draco, enough. No more lies!" with that, she ran away to the Gryffindor common room, not even bothering to eat dinner,
Draco could not stop her. She won't listen anyways. (Give her time to think, she just so shocked by these things, he thought) He headed towards the slytherin common room.
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Hemione just slumped herself on the couch. Tears were flowing out of her eyes. She couldn't even think because of all this, all she knew that she was betrayed. Yet, she loved him still.
Meanwhile, Harry just finished his dinner early. He needed to go back to review the quiddich results. He just went in the common room when he heard someone crying. When he looked, he saw that it was Hermione.
"Mione? What's wrong?" he asked in an almost panicky voice.
"Nothing that you could figure out," she said as she glared at him and moved away.
"Come on, its about him, isn't it?" he asked cautiously.
Hermione finally gave in. She needed someone to talk to, and Harry WAS her former best friend. She moved closer. "Oh Harry! He tricked me into believing!" she said as she broke down. Harry put an arm over her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"There, there. Calm down." He said.
"How the hell can I calm down? Tell me Harry? How?" she asked.
"Just explain what happened," Harry said softly. (This just may be the ticket to getting her back, he thought.)
"I went away from quiddich try outs to look for him." She explained, still sobbing. "After searching for almost an eternity, I gave up. Until I heard voices from an empty classroom." She continued. "I listened to it, and there was Lucius Malfoy talking to Draco. He was saying about death eater ceremonies, and me as a, as a," she said In between sobs, but she couldn't continue.
"As a what?" Harry asked, eager to know.
"A sacrifice! They'd turn me over to the dark lord as a sacrifice!" she said, and continued crying. This time, Harry hugged her.
"There,there. Malfoy was, is and will always be a slimy git." He said, as if trying to crack a joke.
Hermione let go from the hug, and said, "Gee Harry, why'd you even helping me? After all I did," she said with a small smile, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Nah," Harry said, "Think nothing of it." He said, smiling smugly. "So," he proposed, "Are you back being plain ol' Hermione?" he asked. She smiled energetically and said, "The hell I am!" she answered gladly. They hugged again, and as Harry let go carefully, he attempted to kiss Hermione. Hermione leaned in too, but she remembered something, a sort of promise she made. . .
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"You know that you're the only man I'm going to kiss," she said, as she went near him. Then they kissed under the soft, caressing rays of the moonlight for a brief moment, and then he took her in his arms and whispered gently,
"I love you too."
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(Maybe he did really mean what he said that night, she thought) so she avoided Harry's kiss. Tears began to flow from her eyes again, and said, "I'm sorry Harry, I can't, I just can't." she explained. Harry said with a sigh, "Its alright, I understand. You get some rest."
As Hermione was about to head to the girls dormitories, she was stopped. "And oh, by the way, Dumbledore's organizing a," Hermione turned around. Harry started to think, "what was it?" he thought, "Oh yeah! A farewell ball was it? Yeah, next next week." He finally said. "Dumbledore's crazy. After that, there's still a week of school!" Hermione just smiled, and said, "Thanks Harry." Then went on her way.
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Draco just kept bumping and bumping his head into the wall. Once or twice, his cronies asked him if anything was wrong, then he'd answer, "leave me alone!"
Just then, an owl appeared by his window. A black one, so it meant it was from the manor. Two letters arrived, one from his mother and his father. He decided to open the letter from his father first, thinking that he could accept bad news now, then the good news later.
[Draco,
The ministry has a clue where the Dark Lord is. We will keep him in hiding, and until then, the death eater ceremony is postponed to next month. Don't do anything stupid, or else you will answer to me.
Lucius]
Bad news? Hell, that was the best news he's received since now! Then, he carefully opened the letter from his mother.
[Dearest Draco,
Your father told me what happened, but what exactly did he tell you to make you agree? Please reply soon.
Love,
Mother]
He gave some thought over telling his mother what his father told him. Why would he even say that? Sometimes, he even wondered if Lucius really loved her mother. She was kind and gentle, the exact opposite of what his father was. He got a parchment and a quill and started writing,
[Dearest Mother,
Mother, you know that I love you very much. Father told me that the dark lord will punish us all, me, father and you. Its okay if I was the one who'll be punished, or maybe even father, but not you. So, I agreed. Even though it would mean to hurt someone, I couldn't bear it if someone'll hurt you.
Take care mother.
Love,
Draco]
He rolled it up, and tied it to the owl's claws, and shooed it away. He crumpled the letter that his father gave him, and threw it on the fire. Since he was lucky enough to have a single room, he could have some privacy. He sat on the comfortable recliner, and as he was just about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard a loud banging on the door. "Drakie! Drakie! I'm back!" he heard a shrill voice say. (Oh no, he thought) Pansy. He opened the door. "Pansy." He said with an unsure voice.
"Hi Drakie, I'm back!" she said in delight.
He scanned her head to toe. Something's changed, but what was it? He couldn't figure it out.
"Blaise, a word." He said, and Blaise got up from the chair, let go of the magazine she was reading, and went near him. Blaise was the nearest thing Pansy could consider as a friend. "Yes Draco?" she asked. He pulled her inside, and shut the door.
"What the hell happened to Pansy? Or should I ask, is that Pansy?"he asked. Pansy has indeed changed. She had become, as I hate to say it, prettier.
"Yah! Who could call you Drakie none other than her?" she replied. "Dunno, maybe Snape put something accidentally." She said carelessly, with a shrug.
"Unless, you put a spell on her!" Draco accused.
"Me?No way! I'm the prettiest girl in slytherin, Draco. Why would I cast a spell on Pansy to make her as pretty as me? Its like, having a rival. Ugh, I hate that." She said. True, Blaise had the prettiest face in slytherin, and why would she even cast a spell on someone so desperately hopeless?
"Okay," he said. As Blaise was about to exit, he instructed, "Just keep her away from me,".
"Sure thing." She said, and went out. As he was going to head to the chair again, he heard another knock, and he went back and opened the door.
"What?" he asked grumpily. Blaise's head popped through.
"And oh by the way Draco," she reminded, " Dumbledore's arranged a farewell ball. Just thought you want to know." As she was about to close the door, Draco told her, "Remind me not to ask Pansy." He asked. "Yeah Already!" Blaise answered irritatingly.
Instead of returning to his chair, he just resumed bumping his head on the wall. While he was bumping his head, he saw something glisten in the near end of his table. A blade which he was supposed to use for Herbology. He looked at it, and went near it. He got it, inspected it, and brought it near one of the chairs. He sat down, and tested it. The blade sliced through it like a hot knife slices through butter. He thought about what he could do with it. He stared at it for just a few seconds, and he knew just what to do.
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