**hey again as promised this chapter is much longer than the last. Oh sorry
that one was so short I didn't know what to say any way, please review**
Draco ran down to find his father sitting in the living room. "Well where are they?" he asked. "HOLD YOUR BLOODY HORSES!" bellowed his father like a bull. "Sorry father," Draco uttered the apology biting his tongue to keep from saying something else. His father revealed seven Merrigold broomsticks. "There are you happy now," said Draco's father. "Yes father," said Draco said careful not to let his voice give away too much.
Now had this been any other boy in any other family Draco may have hugged his father, but this was the Malfoys and there was to be no hugging. You see the thing that has to be understood about these Malfoy's is that there is never any emotion. If in the rare case there is any it is not to be shone. Lusius and Narcissia were deatheaters or supporters of the dark lord more commonly known as Voldemort. Voldemort was the most feared wizard of all time. More to the point they were deatheaters and Draco was inline to be one.
Draco turned and ran upstairs he was just about to open the door to his room when he decided against is Granger was in there and he didn't want her to see the brooms. So he pulled out his wand (his father had connections so he could use magic in the summer) and made it so that Hermione wouldn't see anything except him walking in.
Hermione paced the room wondering what to do she was stuck in the Malfoy Manor without a wand. She jumped out of her skin when she heard someone yelling. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and guessed that Draco was coming back upstairs. She stood there looking at the door the foot steps came close to the door and then stopped, she didn't say a word thinking it may be Lucius at the door not Draco. Slowly the door opened, there stood Draco grinning from ear to ear. "Why are you so happy?" Hermione asked. "Well now I don't think that concerns you now does it Granger?" "Perhaps you're right, wait no, of course you're right why on earth would I want to know anything about you?" said Hermione with a hint of sarcassim in her voice. "Oh I don't know maybe because I'm the most handsome and charming person that you have ever met?" he said this but his voice made sure that it was already known that he knew what he was saying was true.
Draco stood there knowing that that would not shut Granger up so when she said "I knew you were a pain but I never knew that you were a liar too," he was ready to say something to her that would make her shut up but at that moment they heard footsteps. Draco pulled out his wand and for who knows what reason he began to advance in Hermione.
Lucius realized that he had forgotten to tell Draco that in three weeks he would go through the steps taken to become a deatheater. He got up without a word and left the room he walked up the stairs to Draco's room and opened the door. He stood there and glared into the room there was Draco whom he was going to put through a lot of pain for what he saw. Now you may be wondering what he saw well he saw Hermione and Draco standing there talking to each other. But wait there was a good part to all of this Draco had his wand out and was pointing it at the girl. "Well don't just stand there give her the crucio curse," whispered Lucius dangerously. "I-I-I can't," whispered Draco back. "CAN'T CAN'T IS THAT WHAT YOU SAID? WELL I CAN ASURE YOU BOY IF YOU CAN'T GIVE IT THEN YOU CAN GET IT!!!" bellowed Lucius at his son. "Crucio!" yelled Lucius pointing his wand at his son. Draco was suddenly laying on the floor he wasn't screaming or anything but his face was screwed up in pain. Hermione who through all of this hadn't said a word shrieked "You horrid man! How can you do that to your son?" "HE IS NO SON OF MINE! I HAVE NO SON!" he bellowed the two sentences at her making her ear drums throb from all of the noise. Hermione subcided to a whisper and said "you fool, you great fool." Was all she managed to get out before Lucius strode over stepping on Draco instead of over and grabbed her. He left the room pointing his wand over his sholder and saying two spells the first one was noculus and the other one was hyptnorotic icantatim.
Draco lay on the floor feeling very happy. He felt so very happy because in three weeks time he Draco Lucius Malfoy was to become a great deatheater just like his father. He had never looked forward to something so much being a deatheater would be great and he would be one of the best there ever was just like his father. Right then and there he decided on a couple of other things like Weasleys lacked proper wizarding pride, Mr. Fudge has no brains, and LUcius Malfoy has the greatest mind ever. Now hold up where were these thoughts coming from?
Hermione was terrified at what was happening. Wait there was hope maybe Narcissia would help them and then that hope was shattered. They passed through the living room and Narcissia lay dead. Hermione gasped at what she saw or what she didn't see. What she didn't see was blood or a weapon of any sort what she did see was a body of a woman laying there dead with a terrified look on her face. There was no hope that she was not dead her hand was on her heart and that proved in Hermione's eyes that she was indeed dead. They left the living room and went into a sort of dungeon. There Lucius tied her up with magical un breakable strings. There was no hope for an escape for she knew all too well what the second curse Lucius put on Draco was it was the curse that would hypnotize Draco he was almost as good as dead. He could not make up his mind about anything anymore that was now his father's job to decide everything for his son. Hermione was almost certain that the first thing he had decided was that Draco was to be a deatheater and of course nine times out of ten she was right. So you see it was all to clear that there was no hope to be had Lucius was going to kill her. Hermione's only hope was that this was the one time she was wrong.
**did you like it again I am so sorry that the first chapter was so short. I think I ran out of things to say I really don't know how much longer this one is that the last I guess it is a page longer. Any way a special thanks to my reviewers. THANK YOU! Pppppppplllllllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeee rrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee eeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. You just have to press that little blue button over there on the side anyway thanks to:
Bloodied Claw- thanks so much if you ever have anything bad to say please tell me and I will fix it.
Amy-Thank you so much, and thanks for the praise.
Please review again soon
Draco ran down to find his father sitting in the living room. "Well where are they?" he asked. "HOLD YOUR BLOODY HORSES!" bellowed his father like a bull. "Sorry father," Draco uttered the apology biting his tongue to keep from saying something else. His father revealed seven Merrigold broomsticks. "There are you happy now," said Draco's father. "Yes father," said Draco said careful not to let his voice give away too much.
Now had this been any other boy in any other family Draco may have hugged his father, but this was the Malfoys and there was to be no hugging. You see the thing that has to be understood about these Malfoy's is that there is never any emotion. If in the rare case there is any it is not to be shone. Lusius and Narcissia were deatheaters or supporters of the dark lord more commonly known as Voldemort. Voldemort was the most feared wizard of all time. More to the point they were deatheaters and Draco was inline to be one.
Draco turned and ran upstairs he was just about to open the door to his room when he decided against is Granger was in there and he didn't want her to see the brooms. So he pulled out his wand (his father had connections so he could use magic in the summer) and made it so that Hermione wouldn't see anything except him walking in.
Hermione paced the room wondering what to do she was stuck in the Malfoy Manor without a wand. She jumped out of her skin when she heard someone yelling. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and guessed that Draco was coming back upstairs. She stood there looking at the door the foot steps came close to the door and then stopped, she didn't say a word thinking it may be Lucius at the door not Draco. Slowly the door opened, there stood Draco grinning from ear to ear. "Why are you so happy?" Hermione asked. "Well now I don't think that concerns you now does it Granger?" "Perhaps you're right, wait no, of course you're right why on earth would I want to know anything about you?" said Hermione with a hint of sarcassim in her voice. "Oh I don't know maybe because I'm the most handsome and charming person that you have ever met?" he said this but his voice made sure that it was already known that he knew what he was saying was true.
Draco stood there knowing that that would not shut Granger up so when she said "I knew you were a pain but I never knew that you were a liar too," he was ready to say something to her that would make her shut up but at that moment they heard footsteps. Draco pulled out his wand and for who knows what reason he began to advance in Hermione.
Lucius realized that he had forgotten to tell Draco that in three weeks he would go through the steps taken to become a deatheater. He got up without a word and left the room he walked up the stairs to Draco's room and opened the door. He stood there and glared into the room there was Draco whom he was going to put through a lot of pain for what he saw. Now you may be wondering what he saw well he saw Hermione and Draco standing there talking to each other. But wait there was a good part to all of this Draco had his wand out and was pointing it at the girl. "Well don't just stand there give her the crucio curse," whispered Lucius dangerously. "I-I-I can't," whispered Draco back. "CAN'T CAN'T IS THAT WHAT YOU SAID? WELL I CAN ASURE YOU BOY IF YOU CAN'T GIVE IT THEN YOU CAN GET IT!!!" bellowed Lucius at his son. "Crucio!" yelled Lucius pointing his wand at his son. Draco was suddenly laying on the floor he wasn't screaming or anything but his face was screwed up in pain. Hermione who through all of this hadn't said a word shrieked "You horrid man! How can you do that to your son?" "HE IS NO SON OF MINE! I HAVE NO SON!" he bellowed the two sentences at her making her ear drums throb from all of the noise. Hermione subcided to a whisper and said "you fool, you great fool." Was all she managed to get out before Lucius strode over stepping on Draco instead of over and grabbed her. He left the room pointing his wand over his sholder and saying two spells the first one was noculus and the other one was hyptnorotic icantatim.
Draco lay on the floor feeling very happy. He felt so very happy because in three weeks time he Draco Lucius Malfoy was to become a great deatheater just like his father. He had never looked forward to something so much being a deatheater would be great and he would be one of the best there ever was just like his father. Right then and there he decided on a couple of other things like Weasleys lacked proper wizarding pride, Mr. Fudge has no brains, and LUcius Malfoy has the greatest mind ever. Now hold up where were these thoughts coming from?
Hermione was terrified at what was happening. Wait there was hope maybe Narcissia would help them and then that hope was shattered. They passed through the living room and Narcissia lay dead. Hermione gasped at what she saw or what she didn't see. What she didn't see was blood or a weapon of any sort what she did see was a body of a woman laying there dead with a terrified look on her face. There was no hope that she was not dead her hand was on her heart and that proved in Hermione's eyes that she was indeed dead. They left the living room and went into a sort of dungeon. There Lucius tied her up with magical un breakable strings. There was no hope for an escape for she knew all too well what the second curse Lucius put on Draco was it was the curse that would hypnotize Draco he was almost as good as dead. He could not make up his mind about anything anymore that was now his father's job to decide everything for his son. Hermione was almost certain that the first thing he had decided was that Draco was to be a deatheater and of course nine times out of ten she was right. So you see it was all to clear that there was no hope to be had Lucius was going to kill her. Hermione's only hope was that this was the one time she was wrong.
**did you like it again I am so sorry that the first chapter was so short. I think I ran out of things to say I really don't know how much longer this one is that the last I guess it is a page longer. Any way a special thanks to my reviewers. THANK YOU! Pppppppplllllllleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssseeeeeeeee rrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvvviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee eeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. You just have to press that little blue button over there on the side anyway thanks to:
Bloodied Claw- thanks so much if you ever have anything bad to say please tell me and I will fix it.
Amy-Thank you so much, and thanks for the praise.
Please review again soon