BBehind their masks/B
RebelRikki - hmmm, I don't know what you mean by not knowing where the story is going. I know what is going to happen, and maybe it's good for you to be surprised? I don't know how to improve on it, sorry. Anyway, I'm glad you like it!
FredandGeorge4eva - I'm glad you think things aren't moving too fast, I don't like it when fics are like that! I can't tell you what will happen next, sorry!
DanishGirl - yes, Harry is a jerk, I agree ;3.
DarkAngelFallen - you have got to be my most supportive reviewer! I will try some fluff, but it doesn't suit it just now in this situation, but there will definitely be some soon!
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Hermione felt nimble fingers and rope behind her back. Her hands were being tied together. Harry told Ron, "Now I'll get on. Thank god you did the job right." and without further ado, Harry was behind her, and beginning to steer the broom. Hermione took her one last chance of freedom and yelled croakily,
"HELP!!!"
"Shut up, or I'll gag you," Harry threatened. Hermione did as she was told. She felt butterflies in her stomach, slightly excited about being kidnapped. But whatever happened, she would not let her money go to Harry and Ron. The money was rightfully hers, and she felt sick at the thought of Harry and Ron using it for whatever they pleased. Hermione kicked her legs out of frustration, causing Harry to shout,
"What do you want to do? Kill yourself?" This worried her. It made her wonder if they would actually kill her. Would anyone miss her? But her thoughts were interrupted as they drew closer to an old warehouse, and she realised that this was where they were going to hold her captive.
"I'll throw the stone, then," Ron said reluctantly, and chucked a rock at a window.
"Duck, or you'll die," Harry instructed, and they passed through the recently smashed window, and Hermione's shirt got torn, and she received a few scratches. They landed, and Harry practically threw her off the broom, as if he didn't want her contaminating it. She fell to the floor in a heap, causing her to curse. Her leg hurt, and her arms were bleeding. This was not what she had planned. She imagined happily choosing robes with Lavender and felt wistful. Harry growled at her,
"Hope you'll like living in an office," and the two boys pushed her forcefully into an old study, complete with a broken chair and a scratched desk.
"You brought the key, right Harry?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Of course I did, mate," and Harry pulled it out just to prove it. Hermione gazed in horror at this disgusting room, and worked out that this was where she would be kept. Although this place was horrible, she stood defiant and refused to give up her fortune. She was sat down at the old chair, and tied with more rope to it.
"This is just for while we discuss things with you," Ron assured her, as if they were granting her a huge favor at being able to walk around the confinement.
"There is nothing to discuss," Hermione held her chin up confidently, "I won't sell and you can't make me."
"We can't, eh? Maybe we'll have to lock you up longer then," Harry drawled, then flicked his wrist, "Ron, I would like to talk with Hermione alone, please." Alone? There was nothing Hermione wanted to say to Harry. Although she couldn't help admitting that he did look extremely sexy, a bit sweaty from the trip. She told herself that he didn't love her, and tried to push his body out of her head. But with the next few words he said, she didn't need to.
"You'll have to marry me if you won't give it over," Harry said plainly.
"You can't make me do anything, Mr. Potter."
"Miss GRANGER," he spoke ever so sarcastically, "I happen to have connections with people who CAN make you marry me. I wouldn't worry about it."
"I won't say the vows, and I won't give up my money!"
"Now now, you don't even need to say them! The priest will happily marry us without them."
"How did you even find out about my fortune?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Ha! We researched about you. Your bloodline is incredibly famous. We became desperate for money, Ron and me, when I spent all of MY fortune on Quidditch supplies."
"You spent it all?"
"I have priorities. Look, you either give us the money now, or you marry me later."
"I refuse to do either of them."
"You can't just not do them!"
"You watch me," and Hermione showed this by giving a huge heave and moving forward to kick Harry hard in the groin, and he groaned in pain.
"I have the key, Miss Granger. And I'll be locking the door. You see if I don't." and he turned his back on her, and the chinkling of metal could be heard, Harry getting the keys out. The door opened wide, and shut again. Hermione heard the key turn in the lock and was finally alone. She wondered how long she would be kept in the small room. Being practical, she found a few objects that would help with untying her hands. With difficulty, she picked up an old jar of powdered snake skin, a rather dead slug, and a few of her own hairs. She could remember the spell from her disaster magic handbook. She was now thankful to have read it. "Unostringens!" she chanted, and the ropes fell to the floor. Happy to have her hands free, she clapped them together. She wiggled her fingers. Spinning around to get a proper look at her new habitat, she suddenly felt very restless. Hermione lay down on the desk and began to recite spells and antidotes. She sat there and chanted, until she felt very thirsty, because of all the talking she had done. She attempted to request food, and shouted "I'm hungry!" a few times, and her prayers were answered by the slam of the door. Bread, a glass and a jug of water appeared on a tray. She grabbed the tray gratefully and poured water into the glass. She broke off some bread and ate it, noticing it was a bit stale. So this was what being kidnapped was like, she thought.
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Hopefully that chapter was okay! Please let me know on what I can improve on, etc! Thanks a bunch and please ... REVIEW!!!
RebelRikki - hmmm, I don't know what you mean by not knowing where the story is going. I know what is going to happen, and maybe it's good for you to be surprised? I don't know how to improve on it, sorry. Anyway, I'm glad you like it!
FredandGeorge4eva - I'm glad you think things aren't moving too fast, I don't like it when fics are like that! I can't tell you what will happen next, sorry!
DanishGirl - yes, Harry is a jerk, I agree ;3.
DarkAngelFallen - you have got to be my most supportive reviewer! I will try some fluff, but it doesn't suit it just now in this situation, but there will definitely be some soon!
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Hermione felt nimble fingers and rope behind her back. Her hands were being tied together. Harry told Ron, "Now I'll get on. Thank god you did the job right." and without further ado, Harry was behind her, and beginning to steer the broom. Hermione took her one last chance of freedom and yelled croakily,
"HELP!!!"
"Shut up, or I'll gag you," Harry threatened. Hermione did as she was told. She felt butterflies in her stomach, slightly excited about being kidnapped. But whatever happened, she would not let her money go to Harry and Ron. The money was rightfully hers, and she felt sick at the thought of Harry and Ron using it for whatever they pleased. Hermione kicked her legs out of frustration, causing Harry to shout,
"What do you want to do? Kill yourself?" This worried her. It made her wonder if they would actually kill her. Would anyone miss her? But her thoughts were interrupted as they drew closer to an old warehouse, and she realised that this was where they were going to hold her captive.
"I'll throw the stone, then," Ron said reluctantly, and chucked a rock at a window.
"Duck, or you'll die," Harry instructed, and they passed through the recently smashed window, and Hermione's shirt got torn, and she received a few scratches. They landed, and Harry practically threw her off the broom, as if he didn't want her contaminating it. She fell to the floor in a heap, causing her to curse. Her leg hurt, and her arms were bleeding. This was not what she had planned. She imagined happily choosing robes with Lavender and felt wistful. Harry growled at her,
"Hope you'll like living in an office," and the two boys pushed her forcefully into an old study, complete with a broken chair and a scratched desk.
"You brought the key, right Harry?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Of course I did, mate," and Harry pulled it out just to prove it. Hermione gazed in horror at this disgusting room, and worked out that this was where she would be kept. Although this place was horrible, she stood defiant and refused to give up her fortune. She was sat down at the old chair, and tied with more rope to it.
"This is just for while we discuss things with you," Ron assured her, as if they were granting her a huge favor at being able to walk around the confinement.
"There is nothing to discuss," Hermione held her chin up confidently, "I won't sell and you can't make me."
"We can't, eh? Maybe we'll have to lock you up longer then," Harry drawled, then flicked his wrist, "Ron, I would like to talk with Hermione alone, please." Alone? There was nothing Hermione wanted to say to Harry. Although she couldn't help admitting that he did look extremely sexy, a bit sweaty from the trip. She told herself that he didn't love her, and tried to push his body out of her head. But with the next few words he said, she didn't need to.
"You'll have to marry me if you won't give it over," Harry said plainly.
"You can't make me do anything, Mr. Potter."
"Miss GRANGER," he spoke ever so sarcastically, "I happen to have connections with people who CAN make you marry me. I wouldn't worry about it."
"I won't say the vows, and I won't give up my money!"
"Now now, you don't even need to say them! The priest will happily marry us without them."
"How did you even find out about my fortune?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Ha! We researched about you. Your bloodline is incredibly famous. We became desperate for money, Ron and me, when I spent all of MY fortune on Quidditch supplies."
"You spent it all?"
"I have priorities. Look, you either give us the money now, or you marry me later."
"I refuse to do either of them."
"You can't just not do them!"
"You watch me," and Hermione showed this by giving a huge heave and moving forward to kick Harry hard in the groin, and he groaned in pain.
"I have the key, Miss Granger. And I'll be locking the door. You see if I don't." and he turned his back on her, and the chinkling of metal could be heard, Harry getting the keys out. The door opened wide, and shut again. Hermione heard the key turn in the lock and was finally alone. She wondered how long she would be kept in the small room. Being practical, she found a few objects that would help with untying her hands. With difficulty, she picked up an old jar of powdered snake skin, a rather dead slug, and a few of her own hairs. She could remember the spell from her disaster magic handbook. She was now thankful to have read it. "Unostringens!" she chanted, and the ropes fell to the floor. Happy to have her hands free, she clapped them together. She wiggled her fingers. Spinning around to get a proper look at her new habitat, she suddenly felt very restless. Hermione lay down on the desk and began to recite spells and antidotes. She sat there and chanted, until she felt very thirsty, because of all the talking she had done. She attempted to request food, and shouted "I'm hungry!" a few times, and her prayers were answered by the slam of the door. Bread, a glass and a jug of water appeared on a tray. She grabbed the tray gratefully and poured water into the glass. She broke off some bread and ate it, noticing it was a bit stale. So this was what being kidnapped was like, she thought.
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Hopefully that chapter was okay! Please let me know on what I can improve on, etc! Thanks a bunch and please ... REVIEW!!!