Chapter 7-Dead
Disclaimer: I only own the plot
Hermione went to bed in bliss. She was glad that she had dumped Viktor over the summer, he never spent any time with her. Besides, she had never felt fulfilled with Viktor like she did with Draco. She smiled as she slept.
Draco's POV
The Voices in his head had been right, as they always were. He did love her, and she hadn't walked off once he had admitted it. Ha ha, I knew she would do something like that, but I didn't tell you because you had to figure it out for yourself, otherwise you would have kept your views about her just leaving you when she found out. Anyway, go to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow, I can feel it.
Hermione's POV
Sunlight streamed into her bedroom. Hermione woke up, was last night a dream? No, it couldn't have been. She asked her ceiling to replay the events of last night. Good, it was real. She hopped out of bed and sprinted out her door and into the common room. Then she slowed down and walked into Draco's room. He wasn't awake yet, good. She climbed onto his bed slowly, careful that he didn't wake. Then she stood up, still being careful of her movements. Suddenly, she started jumping.
Draco's POV
He quickly sat up in bed, only to see Hermione jumping on the foot of his bed. He settled back down. "Get dressed, let's go eat, I'm hungry!" Hermione yelled.
"Calm down, calm down 'Mione. You have to get dressed too."
"Says who?" She said, sticking out her tongue. He walked over in his green (of course) boxers and grabbed her and flung her onto his bed. They kissed, then she pouted and said, "Fine," and exited the room.
They met in the common room and went out to the Great Hall together. They ate a late lunch (A/N it's about 3 PM) and then walked back to the common room, where an owl was waiting for Hermione. She frowned at the letter as she read it.
Draco's POV
As Hermione read the letter Draco saw her frown, then her eyes fill with tears as she dropped the letter and raced out of the room. Quickly he bent and picked up the paper. This is what he read:
Dear Miss Granger,
I have found out your true identity. I have killed your father, but
your mother got away. But even fairies cannot hide for long, soon she
will be dead too.
Sincerely,
Lord Voldemort
He put the letter in his pocket and raced after her.
Hermione's POV
She couldn't think, she just ran. She was soon out of breath, but she didn't care, she had to get away. She heard footsteps after her, but didn't notice. She raced down several flights of stairs, not even knowing when she tripped. Her knees were scraped and bleeding, but she didn't realize it. It wasn't true, it wasn't, her dad couldn't be dead, he couldn't, and she hadn't even said a proper goodbye. She didn't notice the tears streaming down her face, or when she fell the last time onto the floor.
Draco's POV
Finally she stopped, well actually, she fell. She just sat there, crying on the floor, oblivious to her numerous cuts and scrapes when she had fallen. Gently, Draco put his arms around her as she cried, she leaned back on him and then turned and buried her face in his chest. She sobbed until she had no more tears and then just sat there hiccupping.
"Come on, we have to get you to Professor Dumbledore," She didn't move, so he got her onto her feet and gave her his arm, which she took gladly. They passed a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in the corridors who stopped and stared. Hermione tripped for the umpteenth time. Draco gathered her in his arms and began to carry her (Damsel-in-distress style of course) to Dumbledore.
Hermione's POV
After Draco had been carrying her for a moment Hermione settled down. But their serenity wouldn't last long for they ran into two Gryffindors along the way.
"What do you think you're doing with her Malfoy?" Ron yelled, catching sight of the couple.
"Taking her to Dumbledore, now if you will excuse us," Draco said, trying to stay calm.
But Potty and the Weasel just stood in his way. Hermione looked up at him. "Do you have to letter?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Yes, I do," Draco told her.
"Where is it?"
"In the pocket of my pants," He replied.
Harry and Ron stared as Hermione reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter. Then she said the duplicating charm and tossed the copy to them, placing the original back in Draco's pocket.
"Now, if you will excuse us, we are going to meet Dumbledore," Draco said, sneering at them as they stood, rooted to their spots.
Hermione's POV
After the Harry and Ron incident, Draco took Hermione to Dumbledore without event. At Dumbledore's gargoyle Draco said the password (fizzing whizbees) and carried her up the stairs. At the Headmaster's office Hermione knocked, and at the "Come in," opened the door. Draco carried her inside and sat on a chair with her in his lap. Dumbledore looked at the two, a small smile playing at his lips, it appeared that he had expected their friendship.
"Was there something you wish to talk to me about?"
"Well yes, actually," and then looking down at Hermione, "Would you like to tell him, or do you want me to?"
"Let me just give him the letter, that should explain most of it," murmured Hermione into Draco's chest.
Draco pulled out the letter and handed it to Hermione, who handed it to Dumbledore.
"I see, you already knew your mother was a fairy, right?" At her nod, he continued. "You also knew that your father was not an only child and that his nephew was Harry Potter?" Hermione nodded again. "You knew that your father was a wizard working undercover for the Ministry, did you not?" Once again, Hermione nodded. "And you realize that Voldemort wants all of Harry Potter's relatives dead, and this puts you in great danger?" She nodded for the last time and began to cry again. "Mr. Malfoy, I expect you to take good care of her," it was Draco's turn to nod. "You may leave."
Dumbledore turned to Fawkes after they had left. "I do wonder how she found out about her father, but we should not dwell on it. Oh, and I told you I could make them realize their love for each other by making them close." He heaved a sigh and then said, "At least her mother is still alive to tell her about her heritage, I don't think that I am the one to do that."
Draco carried Hermione up to their common room. She was asleep in his arms and so he took her up to her room. He once again tucked her in bed, but as he was leaving he heard a soft, "Please don't leave me" come from the bed.
He murmured okay and wondered why any one would want to cause this beautiful young woman any pain as he lay down next to her, but on top of her blankets, and held her close, (awwwwww) murmuring into her ear, "'Mione, I would never leave you," but she was already asleep.
A/N
Fantasyangel: yes, you are right about the floo networking, but I wasn't thinking of that as I was writing. And Hermione doesn't like that her parents have been lying to her this whole time and she doesn't want her memory modified because she wants to know everything (of course), and if her memory is modified then she will forget about her parents not being muggles and she will think that she is a mudblood. Did any of that make sense?
Disclaimer: I only own the plot
Hermione went to bed in bliss. She was glad that she had dumped Viktor over the summer, he never spent any time with her. Besides, she had never felt fulfilled with Viktor like she did with Draco. She smiled as she slept.
Draco's POV
The Voices in his head had been right, as they always were. He did love her, and she hadn't walked off once he had admitted it. Ha ha, I knew she would do something like that, but I didn't tell you because you had to figure it out for yourself, otherwise you would have kept your views about her just leaving you when she found out. Anyway, go to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow, I can feel it.
Hermione's POV
Sunlight streamed into her bedroom. Hermione woke up, was last night a dream? No, it couldn't have been. She asked her ceiling to replay the events of last night. Good, it was real. She hopped out of bed and sprinted out her door and into the common room. Then she slowed down and walked into Draco's room. He wasn't awake yet, good. She climbed onto his bed slowly, careful that he didn't wake. Then she stood up, still being careful of her movements. Suddenly, she started jumping.
Draco's POV
He quickly sat up in bed, only to see Hermione jumping on the foot of his bed. He settled back down. "Get dressed, let's go eat, I'm hungry!" Hermione yelled.
"Calm down, calm down 'Mione. You have to get dressed too."
"Says who?" She said, sticking out her tongue. He walked over in his green (of course) boxers and grabbed her and flung her onto his bed. They kissed, then she pouted and said, "Fine," and exited the room.
They met in the common room and went out to the Great Hall together. They ate a late lunch (A/N it's about 3 PM) and then walked back to the common room, where an owl was waiting for Hermione. She frowned at the letter as she read it.
Draco's POV
As Hermione read the letter Draco saw her frown, then her eyes fill with tears as she dropped the letter and raced out of the room. Quickly he bent and picked up the paper. This is what he read:
Dear Miss Granger,
I have found out your true identity. I have killed your father, but
your mother got away. But even fairies cannot hide for long, soon she
will be dead too.
Sincerely,
Lord Voldemort
He put the letter in his pocket and raced after her.
Hermione's POV
She couldn't think, she just ran. She was soon out of breath, but she didn't care, she had to get away. She heard footsteps after her, but didn't notice. She raced down several flights of stairs, not even knowing when she tripped. Her knees were scraped and bleeding, but she didn't realize it. It wasn't true, it wasn't, her dad couldn't be dead, he couldn't, and she hadn't even said a proper goodbye. She didn't notice the tears streaming down her face, or when she fell the last time onto the floor.
Draco's POV
Finally she stopped, well actually, she fell. She just sat there, crying on the floor, oblivious to her numerous cuts and scrapes when she had fallen. Gently, Draco put his arms around her as she cried, she leaned back on him and then turned and buried her face in his chest. She sobbed until she had no more tears and then just sat there hiccupping.
"Come on, we have to get you to Professor Dumbledore," She didn't move, so he got her onto her feet and gave her his arm, which she took gladly. They passed a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws in the corridors who stopped and stared. Hermione tripped for the umpteenth time. Draco gathered her in his arms and began to carry her (Damsel-in-distress style of course) to Dumbledore.
Hermione's POV
After Draco had been carrying her for a moment Hermione settled down. But their serenity wouldn't last long for they ran into two Gryffindors along the way.
"What do you think you're doing with her Malfoy?" Ron yelled, catching sight of the couple.
"Taking her to Dumbledore, now if you will excuse us," Draco said, trying to stay calm.
But Potty and the Weasel just stood in his way. Hermione looked up at him. "Do you have to letter?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Yes, I do," Draco told her.
"Where is it?"
"In the pocket of my pants," He replied.
Harry and Ron stared as Hermione reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter. Then she said the duplicating charm and tossed the copy to them, placing the original back in Draco's pocket.
"Now, if you will excuse us, we are going to meet Dumbledore," Draco said, sneering at them as they stood, rooted to their spots.
Hermione's POV
After the Harry and Ron incident, Draco took Hermione to Dumbledore without event. At Dumbledore's gargoyle Draco said the password (fizzing whizbees) and carried her up the stairs. At the Headmaster's office Hermione knocked, and at the "Come in," opened the door. Draco carried her inside and sat on a chair with her in his lap. Dumbledore looked at the two, a small smile playing at his lips, it appeared that he had expected their friendship.
"Was there something you wish to talk to me about?"
"Well yes, actually," and then looking down at Hermione, "Would you like to tell him, or do you want me to?"
"Let me just give him the letter, that should explain most of it," murmured Hermione into Draco's chest.
Draco pulled out the letter and handed it to Hermione, who handed it to Dumbledore.
"I see, you already knew your mother was a fairy, right?" At her nod, he continued. "You also knew that your father was not an only child and that his nephew was Harry Potter?" Hermione nodded again. "You knew that your father was a wizard working undercover for the Ministry, did you not?" Once again, Hermione nodded. "And you realize that Voldemort wants all of Harry Potter's relatives dead, and this puts you in great danger?" She nodded for the last time and began to cry again. "Mr. Malfoy, I expect you to take good care of her," it was Draco's turn to nod. "You may leave."
Dumbledore turned to Fawkes after they had left. "I do wonder how she found out about her father, but we should not dwell on it. Oh, and I told you I could make them realize their love for each other by making them close." He heaved a sigh and then said, "At least her mother is still alive to tell her about her heritage, I don't think that I am the one to do that."
Draco carried Hermione up to their common room. She was asleep in his arms and so he took her up to her room. He once again tucked her in bed, but as he was leaving he heard a soft, "Please don't leave me" come from the bed.
He murmured okay and wondered why any one would want to cause this beautiful young woman any pain as he lay down next to her, but on top of her blankets, and held her close, (awwwwww) murmuring into her ear, "'Mione, I would never leave you," but she was already asleep.
A/N
Fantasyangel: yes, you are right about the floo networking, but I wasn't thinking of that as I was writing. And Hermione doesn't like that her parents have been lying to her this whole time and she doesn't want her memory modified because she wants to know everything (of course), and if her memory is modified then she will forget about her parents not being muggles and she will think that she is a mudblood. Did any of that make sense?
