I'm back, and a lot earlier than last time! I'm getting some good guesses,
but so far you all are only confusing yourselves more than need be. But
anyway.
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Hermione fumbled around, her eyes scanning the blackness in vain. She heard a window break and craned her head uselessly in the direction the sound had emerged from. Suddenly she felt a bolt of pain sizzle up her thigh, just as Ron managed to relight the fallen lantern.
Her legs crumpled uncontrollably beneath her as she caught sight of a thick piece of crystal shaded glass protruding from her right thigh. Draco rushed to her fallen form quickly examining the wound.
"I can't bandage the wound with this damn dress on you." He stated as he gripped the crimson silk just above the injury and tore, effectively ridding Hermione of the lower half of her gown.
"Hey-" She began to protest but before she could complete her sentence his eyes met hers in a manner that distinctly frightened her. "What?" She asked cautiously.
"Hermione, I'm going to have to yank this out."
"So?" She asked naively.
He raised his eyebrows "It will hurt."
Her eyes widened in terror before she squeezed them shut. "Do it."
He didn't wait for her to change her mind and ripped the fragment of melted sand from her muscle in one yank as she screamed once in pain.
"That hurt." She whined, causing him to laugh softly.
He dressed the line of seeping blood quickly with the remains of her dress and helped her stand shakily on her legs.
They all looked around at each other in dead silence for a moment as the shrill sound of squeaking sliced through the night. Without a word Harry and Draco strode into the hall and cast a dull light on Filch's mop bucket.
Filch was absent, but on closer inspection of his cleaning utensil Draco retracted a wrench with scarlet ooze dripping from it. The two boys looked at each other and began to follow the grime trail left by the rusted wheels of the mop holder.
They reached the mangled body of Filch, his eyes bulging in frozen horror. "Beautiful." Draco stated sarcastically as Ron and the three women came to join them. Pansy rolled her eyes "This is getting ridiculous."
Suddenly a clap of thunder sounded causing Ginny to jump and run into Harry. Harry wrapped his arms around her soothingly.
Hermione ran a hand through her chocolate waves "Now what?"
Draco shrugged "We continue our search."
Everyone nodded their concurrence and Hermione sighed and followed Draco up the stone steps. Them being the only pair lacking a lantern she didn't much like wandering around in the dark with a murderer on the loose.
Draco didn't seem to mind that his only source of light was the full moon as they strolled down the hallways masterfully.
All of the sudden a cloud slid over the moon and Hermione and Draco accidentally turned in opposite directions.
Ron and Ginny walked through the castle's lower level with determination but as they approached an intersection Ron shrugged "Here Ginny, you take the lantern and go right, I'll go left and make do with no light."
Ginny grasped the cool handle as she watched Ron's retreating back, but decided it best to humor her brother and turned down her corridor.
"Draco?" Hermione's voice wavered as she realized Draco was no longer with her. She spun around scanning her moonlit surroundings as her heart pounded.
She began to walk down the corridor briskly, which soon developed into a run as her worry grew. She came upon the intersection she had previously occupied and realized that Draco must have gone the other way.
She continued along the corridor of his choosing and found a lead pipe lying in the floor only yards away from Draco's still body, sprawled upon the marble floor.
She gasped and fell to her knees beside him, ignoring the pain that cut through her thigh at her action. Her hand quivered as she placed her fingers gently against his jugular vein.
He had no pulse. Draco Malfoy was dead.
************************************************************************ Interesting no? Shocked? I'd say you are. Snap out of it and review! Tata!
Hermione fumbled around, her eyes scanning the blackness in vain. She heard a window break and craned her head uselessly in the direction the sound had emerged from. Suddenly she felt a bolt of pain sizzle up her thigh, just as Ron managed to relight the fallen lantern.
Her legs crumpled uncontrollably beneath her as she caught sight of a thick piece of crystal shaded glass protruding from her right thigh. Draco rushed to her fallen form quickly examining the wound.
"I can't bandage the wound with this damn dress on you." He stated as he gripped the crimson silk just above the injury and tore, effectively ridding Hermione of the lower half of her gown.
"Hey-" She began to protest but before she could complete her sentence his eyes met hers in a manner that distinctly frightened her. "What?" She asked cautiously.
"Hermione, I'm going to have to yank this out."
"So?" She asked naively.
He raised his eyebrows "It will hurt."
Her eyes widened in terror before she squeezed them shut. "Do it."
He didn't wait for her to change her mind and ripped the fragment of melted sand from her muscle in one yank as she screamed once in pain.
"That hurt." She whined, causing him to laugh softly.
He dressed the line of seeping blood quickly with the remains of her dress and helped her stand shakily on her legs.
They all looked around at each other in dead silence for a moment as the shrill sound of squeaking sliced through the night. Without a word Harry and Draco strode into the hall and cast a dull light on Filch's mop bucket.
Filch was absent, but on closer inspection of his cleaning utensil Draco retracted a wrench with scarlet ooze dripping from it. The two boys looked at each other and began to follow the grime trail left by the rusted wheels of the mop holder.
They reached the mangled body of Filch, his eyes bulging in frozen horror. "Beautiful." Draco stated sarcastically as Ron and the three women came to join them. Pansy rolled her eyes "This is getting ridiculous."
Suddenly a clap of thunder sounded causing Ginny to jump and run into Harry. Harry wrapped his arms around her soothingly.
Hermione ran a hand through her chocolate waves "Now what?"
Draco shrugged "We continue our search."
Everyone nodded their concurrence and Hermione sighed and followed Draco up the stone steps. Them being the only pair lacking a lantern she didn't much like wandering around in the dark with a murderer on the loose.
Draco didn't seem to mind that his only source of light was the full moon as they strolled down the hallways masterfully.
All of the sudden a cloud slid over the moon and Hermione and Draco accidentally turned in opposite directions.
Ron and Ginny walked through the castle's lower level with determination but as they approached an intersection Ron shrugged "Here Ginny, you take the lantern and go right, I'll go left and make do with no light."
Ginny grasped the cool handle as she watched Ron's retreating back, but decided it best to humor her brother and turned down her corridor.
"Draco?" Hermione's voice wavered as she realized Draco was no longer with her. She spun around scanning her moonlit surroundings as her heart pounded.
She began to walk down the corridor briskly, which soon developed into a run as her worry grew. She came upon the intersection she had previously occupied and realized that Draco must have gone the other way.
She continued along the corridor of his choosing and found a lead pipe lying in the floor only yards away from Draco's still body, sprawled upon the marble floor.
She gasped and fell to her knees beside him, ignoring the pain that cut through her thigh at her action. Her hand quivered as she placed her fingers gently against his jugular vein.
He had no pulse. Draco Malfoy was dead.
************************************************************************ Interesting no? Shocked? I'd say you are. Snap out of it and review! Tata!