Title Voldemort's Daughter
Author Hermy-Own-Ninny
Rating PG-13
Summary: Hermione finds out she's not who she thought she was. Now it's up to Harry and Ron to save her from more than one source of evil.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Danielle, the bestest friend ever and an overall great person. I earlobe you!
A/N See? I'm still alive. I know, I'm a horrible person who hasn't updated in nearly a year and I'm very sorry. I went and read through all of my reviews and it totally inspired me to write another chapter. This story is totally for you guys, thanks so much. Okay, on with the chapter.
Voldemort's Daughter
Chapter Four
Hermione woke a few hours later groggy and cold. She had kicked off her blankets sometime during her nap and the temperature in the room had dropped.
She looked out the small window at the far side of the Infirmary and saw that it was night time. She wondered if she had missed dinner; she was starving.
She looked around the room for a clock, but didn't find one. She figured it was late because Madame Pomfrey was no where to be found. She sat up and put her bare feet on the cold stone floor and shivered.
"There's got to be someone awake," she said to herself.
"Yes, someone is," a voice answered back.
"Who's there?" Hermione asked, her voice shaky from the cold and the shock that someone was in the room with her.
"Don't you recognize my voice?" The person said.
The voice was that of a male, she knew that much. But, at least half of Hogwarts was male.
"Well, you're not Ginny," she half joked.
"Wow, she is smart," the voice mocked.
Hermione stood up and walked toward where she heard the voice.
"Listen, if you're not going to tell me who you are, you can just leave. I don't know why you were watching me sleep in the first place."
"I wasn't watching you sleep, I was merely waiting for you to wake up," the unknown man said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Look, I can get Madame Pomfrey here in a second. Tell me who you are, or you'll be in Dumbledore's office in no time."
"Fine, fine," he said, and stepped into the light.
"Why are you here?" she asked, taking a small step back.
"Do I really scare you that much? I can't really do anything to you; too many people are patrolling the corridors at this time of night," He said, stepping towards her. "Besides, I'm not here to hurt you."
"Then what are you here for?" Hermione asked, stumbling back, tripping over the pile of blankets on the floor, and landing on the bed.
"To deliver you," he replied, pulling a small knife out of his pocket and examining it.
"Deliver me? Where? And to whom?"
"Listen, let's not ruin this with too many words," he said as the knife in his hand began to glow. "Give me your hand."
"No," She said shortly.
"Don't be difficult, give me your hand you stupid mudblood!" He shouted.
"I will not give you my hand, Draco Malfoy! Leave me alone!"
"I was afraid you'd make this harder than it needs to be," Draco said, advancing on her. He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her up next to him.
"Hold on tight." He whispered icily into her ear. "It's going to be a bumpy ride."
The knife glowed the brightest one last time and she felt a pull behind her navel. She let out a piercing scream before she was whisked off into the night.
~
Madame Pomfrey ran into to Infirmary in her night dress and looked around.
"Albus!" She screamed. Dumbledore entered the room behind her.
"You'll have to excuse me, Poppy. My legs don't carry me as fast as they used to."
"Hermione! She's gone! I heard her scream!"
"As did I, Poppy. As did I."
~
A/N So, what do you think? Am I still horrible? I am really sorry I haven't updated for so long. Will you forgive me? Well, you can tell me when you review, yeah?
Author Hermy-Own-Ninny
Rating PG-13
Summary: Hermione finds out she's not who she thought she was. Now it's up to Harry and Ron to save her from more than one source of evil.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Danielle, the bestest friend ever and an overall great person. I earlobe you!
A/N See? I'm still alive. I know, I'm a horrible person who hasn't updated in nearly a year and I'm very sorry. I went and read through all of my reviews and it totally inspired me to write another chapter. This story is totally for you guys, thanks so much. Okay, on with the chapter.
Voldemort's Daughter
Chapter Four
Hermione woke a few hours later groggy and cold. She had kicked off her blankets sometime during her nap and the temperature in the room had dropped.
She looked out the small window at the far side of the Infirmary and saw that it was night time. She wondered if she had missed dinner; she was starving.
She looked around the room for a clock, but didn't find one. She figured it was late because Madame Pomfrey was no where to be found. She sat up and put her bare feet on the cold stone floor and shivered.
"There's got to be someone awake," she said to herself.
"Yes, someone is," a voice answered back.
"Who's there?" Hermione asked, her voice shaky from the cold and the shock that someone was in the room with her.
"Don't you recognize my voice?" The person said.
The voice was that of a male, she knew that much. But, at least half of Hogwarts was male.
"Well, you're not Ginny," she half joked.
"Wow, she is smart," the voice mocked.
Hermione stood up and walked toward where she heard the voice.
"Listen, if you're not going to tell me who you are, you can just leave. I don't know why you were watching me sleep in the first place."
"I wasn't watching you sleep, I was merely waiting for you to wake up," the unknown man said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Look, I can get Madame Pomfrey here in a second. Tell me who you are, or you'll be in Dumbledore's office in no time."
"Fine, fine," he said, and stepped into the light.
"Why are you here?" she asked, taking a small step back.
"Do I really scare you that much? I can't really do anything to you; too many people are patrolling the corridors at this time of night," He said, stepping towards her. "Besides, I'm not here to hurt you."
"Then what are you here for?" Hermione asked, stumbling back, tripping over the pile of blankets on the floor, and landing on the bed.
"To deliver you," he replied, pulling a small knife out of his pocket and examining it.
"Deliver me? Where? And to whom?"
"Listen, let's not ruin this with too many words," he said as the knife in his hand began to glow. "Give me your hand."
"No," She said shortly.
"Don't be difficult, give me your hand you stupid mudblood!" He shouted.
"I will not give you my hand, Draco Malfoy! Leave me alone!"
"I was afraid you'd make this harder than it needs to be," Draco said, advancing on her. He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her up next to him.
"Hold on tight." He whispered icily into her ear. "It's going to be a bumpy ride."
The knife glowed the brightest one last time and she felt a pull behind her navel. She let out a piercing scream before she was whisked off into the night.
~
Madame Pomfrey ran into to Infirmary in her night dress and looked around.
"Albus!" She screamed. Dumbledore entered the room behind her.
"You'll have to excuse me, Poppy. My legs don't carry me as fast as they used to."
"Hermione! She's gone! I heard her scream!"
"As did I, Poppy. As did I."
~
A/N So, what do you think? Am I still horrible? I am really sorry I haven't updated for so long. Will you forgive me? Well, you can tell me when you review, yeah?