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A/N: Ok, THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! I LOVEY YOU ALL! Well except you and you... wait... heheh I mean... I LOVE YOU ALL! Ok, you know what I would like? No you don't so stop guessing! I'm just going to tell you, I would like a GOOD artist to draw some pictures of the fic. To apply, e- mail me with "ADEK" as the subject and put... Nickname: Some of your drawings so I know your work (of Harry Potter): Whether you are in Elfwood FanQuaters: What you vision your picture would look like:
That's it! I hope I get a good artist to draw something and if you think you know someone who would be good ask them for me and have them e-mail me... now to the story. It's a bit short this one... I'll probably come back and legthen it. Oh, to clear up the one person that said the last chapter had no value. You learned that Ron has been "romping" with Narcissa. That's pretty much the point of the last one, no hard feelings. *****************************
The next morning, Hermione woke up early. She ran down to make breakfast before Harry. Ron joined her, he admitted that he never went up to the boy's dormitories in fear of being yelled at.
The two walked down the marble staircase towards the breakfast hall, the sun was just rising over the horizin. They walked in through the doors and recived a jolt. The only people there were Draco, his parents, and Snape. Hermione turned to go back. Ron however stopped her,
"No. Would you rather meet them, or Harry?"
Hermione considered this for a bit, but remembering Draco's threat she shook her head and made to go out. Ron grabbed the back of her robes,
"No, we're staying."
The two eyed the others wairly as they made their way towards the empty Gryffindor Table. Draco was watching them through narrow eyes and he got up, hissing something to his parents and stalking away. Hermione fought the urge to smile sweetly and wave. Ron ate his porridge like nothing was going on that was unusual.
Of course, he couldn't ignore what happened next. Narcissa Malfoy came and sat beside Ron,
"Hello, Weasley."
She said, grabbing his hand. Hermione felt a pang of jeolusy and looked over at Lucius Malfoy who seemed to not notice his wife and son had gone off. Snape was looking like he wished to be invisible. Next second, Ron was giving Hermione a rather aplogetic look as Narcissa pulled him out of the Great Hall.
Now Snape, Lucius, and Hermione were alone. Hermione didn't feel necassaricaly safe right now. She got up to leave, but just as she did Lucius Malfoy was beside her,
"Granger?"
Hermione didn't look at him but quickly went to leave. A hand gripped around her bruised wrist, she let out a cry of pain. Hermione looked back at Lucius who looked slightly worried. Her hazel eyes wandered to Snape at the table, he was eating like nothing was happening. Looking back at Lucius she said,
"Let go."
Lucius did and Hermione stood there, wondering if she should run. Instead she stood there and asked,
"What do you want?"
"Are you ok?"
Hermione was taken aback. Was she ok? Wasn't it obvious she wasn't! Was she to answer that way, or could she lie... Hermione downcasted her eyes, only to feel Lucius's hand gently tilt her chin upward so their eyes met. He kissed her gently and quickly,
"Now, are you ok?"
"No."
A/N: Ok, THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! I LOVEY YOU ALL! Well except you and you... wait... heheh I mean... I LOVE YOU ALL! Ok, you know what I would like? No you don't so stop guessing! I'm just going to tell you, I would like a GOOD artist to draw some pictures of the fic. To apply, e- mail me with "ADEK" as the subject and put... Nickname: Some of your drawings so I know your work (of Harry Potter): Whether you are in Elfwood FanQuaters: What you vision your picture would look like:
That's it! I hope I get a good artist to draw something and if you think you know someone who would be good ask them for me and have them e-mail me... now to the story. It's a bit short this one... I'll probably come back and legthen it. Oh, to clear up the one person that said the last chapter had no value. You learned that Ron has been "romping" with Narcissa. That's pretty much the point of the last one, no hard feelings. *****************************
The next morning, Hermione woke up early. She ran down to make breakfast before Harry. Ron joined her, he admitted that he never went up to the boy's dormitories in fear of being yelled at.
The two walked down the marble staircase towards the breakfast hall, the sun was just rising over the horizin. They walked in through the doors and recived a jolt. The only people there were Draco, his parents, and Snape. Hermione turned to go back. Ron however stopped her,
"No. Would you rather meet them, or Harry?"
Hermione considered this for a bit, but remembering Draco's threat she shook her head and made to go out. Ron grabbed the back of her robes,
"No, we're staying."
The two eyed the others wairly as they made their way towards the empty Gryffindor Table. Draco was watching them through narrow eyes and he got up, hissing something to his parents and stalking away. Hermione fought the urge to smile sweetly and wave. Ron ate his porridge like nothing was going on that was unusual.
Of course, he couldn't ignore what happened next. Narcissa Malfoy came and sat beside Ron,
"Hello, Weasley."
She said, grabbing his hand. Hermione felt a pang of jeolusy and looked over at Lucius Malfoy who seemed to not notice his wife and son had gone off. Snape was looking like he wished to be invisible. Next second, Ron was giving Hermione a rather aplogetic look as Narcissa pulled him out of the Great Hall.
Now Snape, Lucius, and Hermione were alone. Hermione didn't feel necassaricaly safe right now. She got up to leave, but just as she did Lucius Malfoy was beside her,
"Granger?"
Hermione didn't look at him but quickly went to leave. A hand gripped around her bruised wrist, she let out a cry of pain. Hermione looked back at Lucius who looked slightly worried. Her hazel eyes wandered to Snape at the table, he was eating like nothing was happening. Looking back at Lucius she said,
"Let go."
Lucius did and Hermione stood there, wondering if she should run. Instead she stood there and asked,
"What do you want?"
"Are you ok?"
Hermione was taken aback. Was she ok? Wasn't it obvious she wasn't! Was she to answer that way, or could she lie... Hermione downcasted her eyes, only to feel Lucius's hand gently tilt her chin upward so their eyes met. He kissed her gently and quickly,
"Now, are you ok?"
"No."