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: I dedicate this chapter to my favorite author of all time,
Robert Cormier, who's writing has inspired me to read, write and love it
all.
A/N Well, here I am again. Even though I haven't gotten any reviews for my
last chapter (Tear) I have to write more. I always want to just drop this
story, but I'm not going to give up. If no one is reading this, then I'll
just write it for myself. Because I want to and because I love it. So, for
any new readers or readers coming back, here's another chapter.
Oh yeah, this story is going in the total opposite direction of what I first had written. I was looking through my sloppy "first draft" and I hated it. All of it. With a passion. So, it's going to take longer than I first thought. Just thought I'd let you know. Kind of randomly, but....Yeah. Okay, I'll shut up now. Voldemort's Daughter Chapter Five Hermione was startled as she hit a cold stone floor. Hard. She looked around and saw Draco and few feet away from her. He looked like he was wondering how he got here and she smirked. She liked seeing him confused. Well, she knew he wasn't really confused, but she liked to think he was. She turned her attention to her surroundings and she didn't like what she saw any more than Draco did. It was dark and smelled something awful... a bit like the Apothecary, she thought. It was the same all around. A long dark hall, with moss-covered stone for the floor, ceiling, and walls. There were only two doors, one on each end of the hall. She got to her feet and saw that Draco was doing the same. She glared at him and turned her back to him with what she hoped was a dismissive gesture. "Take me back to Hogwarts," she ordered. "Hm, well, let me think about that." He paused. "No." "Where are we, Malfoy? Is this some kind of sick joke?" "The only sick joke here is you, Mudblood." He walked towards her. "Follow me." He kept walking to the door at the end of the hall. "Hm, let me think about that," she mocked. "No." "Don't get smart with me, Granger. I can make your life Heaven or Hell, it's your attitude that decides." He turned slowly to face her. "Either follow me, or I'll make you follow me. No matter what, you're coming." She looked at him and saw in his eyes the hate that he had for her. Where was she, and why was she here? She would not go quietly, she knew that much. She crossed her arms and tilted her chin up and looked down at him. He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward so they were face to face. "I told you, Mudblood, you're coming with me!" He said in a deathly dark tone. "I refuse to move, Draco Malfoy. I don't care what you do to me, but whatever it is, I'll be right here," she said, her stubbornness seeping out of every pore in her body. "Whatever I do, then?" He said, smirking. She nodded and he reached inside his robes and pulled his wand out. Hermione stared at him and thought about what she could do. She could take her own wand out, but he would probably just take it. She could run, but that defeated the whole purpose. 'Scream,' She said to herself. So, she did. Draco's eyes widened and he glared at her. He looked around and pointed his wand to the ground. He shook his head and seemed to be deep in thought. His face darkened and he walked toward her, closing the gap between them. A noise startled them both and Hermione looked over Draco's shoulder and saw a door appearing behind them. Draco whipped around and saw the door also. His actions faltered for a second and she took the opportunity to knock his wand out of his hand. It clattered to the floor and rolled a few feet away. He made a noise in his throat, a noise in between a growl and a sob. He took a step in Hermione's direction and raised his hand. Hermione took the gesture to mean he was going to hit her, and by the look on his face it wouldn't be a playful slap. She cowered and braced herself.
He moved directly in front of her and reached inside her robes and pulled her wand out. "Thanks, Mudblood. I forgot to take your wand." He smirked. "And don't scream again," He added, his smirk abandoning his face and his icy disposition reappearing. She looked up at him and saw him staring at her, not moving. He was only inches from her and she hated this feeling of closeness with him. She wanted to back away, but she didn't dare. He seemed to be watching her every move, studying how she was breathing, moving. She had to do something to make him get away from her. So she screamed again. Loud. He did back away, and for that she was happy. She didn't stop screaming, though. She seemed to have enough air to last her forever and she used it. Draco looked around desperately again, seemingly for a way out, but she saw what he was looking for. More doors started to appear out of the walls. They were all different, some big, some small. Different colors, textures, and designs. Was her scream making all of this happen? Her scream itself, or just the noise? Draco abandoned his cool self and his body seemed to sag. He looked like a little kid and Hermione felt bad for him for a second. He looked so sad. No, not sad. Helpless. He looked at her and shook his head and the animosity that Hermione knew so well shone in his eyes. Draco moved quickly toward her and crushed his body against hers. The air that seemed to be forming inside her stopped. Her scream faltered and it's volume lessened. Draco looked pleased that his plan had worked, but Hermione was much too smart to let one small action ruin her goal. She merely took another breath. Draco grabbed her wrists and squeezed. He took a deep breath as his anger poured through his hands into her wrists. What he did next stunned Hermione. He pressed his lips against hers as he pressed her against the wall. Hermione, unable to scream, stopped and tried to push Draco away. She could actually feel his smirk as she pushed at his chest. She knew he was too strong to get him off of her by herself, but it was the fact that she was trying that was important. Draco finally pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Hermione realized how strange this all was. Draco Malfoy just kissed a Mudblood. Without being threatened. Draco reached into his inside pocket of his robes and pulled out the knife he had used as a portkey. He put it up to the light and Hermione saw that something was inscribed in it. She squinted her eyes and tried to see what it said, but the writing was too small. She followed it with her gaze as Draco moved it to make the light bounce off of it onto the walls. Hermione felt hypnotized as she watched the designs it was making and barely realized the knife was moving towards her. Draco touched the blade to her throat lightly and pulled it across to the opposite side. "Don't. Scream. Again."
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A/N I was planning to make this chapter a whole lot longer, but I think it's fine where it is. I'll put what other people are doing in the next chapter. Well, I hope you liked it! Drop me a review! If you don't, well, I'll write anyway!
Oh yeah, this story is going in the total opposite direction of what I first had written. I was looking through my sloppy "first draft" and I hated it. All of it. With a passion. So, it's going to take longer than I first thought. Just thought I'd let you know. Kind of randomly, but....Yeah. Okay, I'll shut up now. Voldemort's Daughter Chapter Five Hermione was startled as she hit a cold stone floor. Hard. She looked around and saw Draco and few feet away from her. He looked like he was wondering how he got here and she smirked. She liked seeing him confused. Well, she knew he wasn't really confused, but she liked to think he was. She turned her attention to her surroundings and she didn't like what she saw any more than Draco did. It was dark and smelled something awful... a bit like the Apothecary, she thought. It was the same all around. A long dark hall, with moss-covered stone for the floor, ceiling, and walls. There were only two doors, one on each end of the hall. She got to her feet and saw that Draco was doing the same. She glared at him and turned her back to him with what she hoped was a dismissive gesture. "Take me back to Hogwarts," she ordered. "Hm, well, let me think about that." He paused. "No." "Where are we, Malfoy? Is this some kind of sick joke?" "The only sick joke here is you, Mudblood." He walked towards her. "Follow me." He kept walking to the door at the end of the hall. "Hm, let me think about that," she mocked. "No." "Don't get smart with me, Granger. I can make your life Heaven or Hell, it's your attitude that decides." He turned slowly to face her. "Either follow me, or I'll make you follow me. No matter what, you're coming." She looked at him and saw in his eyes the hate that he had for her. Where was she, and why was she here? She would not go quietly, she knew that much. She crossed her arms and tilted her chin up and looked down at him. He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward so they were face to face. "I told you, Mudblood, you're coming with me!" He said in a deathly dark tone. "I refuse to move, Draco Malfoy. I don't care what you do to me, but whatever it is, I'll be right here," she said, her stubbornness seeping out of every pore in her body. "Whatever I do, then?" He said, smirking. She nodded and he reached inside his robes and pulled his wand out. Hermione stared at him and thought about what she could do. She could take her own wand out, but he would probably just take it. She could run, but that defeated the whole purpose. 'Scream,' She said to herself. So, she did. Draco's eyes widened and he glared at her. He looked around and pointed his wand to the ground. He shook his head and seemed to be deep in thought. His face darkened and he walked toward her, closing the gap between them. A noise startled them both and Hermione looked over Draco's shoulder and saw a door appearing behind them. Draco whipped around and saw the door also. His actions faltered for a second and she took the opportunity to knock his wand out of his hand. It clattered to the floor and rolled a few feet away. He made a noise in his throat, a noise in between a growl and a sob. He took a step in Hermione's direction and raised his hand. Hermione took the gesture to mean he was going to hit her, and by the look on his face it wouldn't be a playful slap. She cowered and braced herself.
He moved directly in front of her and reached inside her robes and pulled her wand out. "Thanks, Mudblood. I forgot to take your wand." He smirked. "And don't scream again," He added, his smirk abandoning his face and his icy disposition reappearing. She looked up at him and saw him staring at her, not moving. He was only inches from her and she hated this feeling of closeness with him. She wanted to back away, but she didn't dare. He seemed to be watching her every move, studying how she was breathing, moving. She had to do something to make him get away from her. So she screamed again. Loud. He did back away, and for that she was happy. She didn't stop screaming, though. She seemed to have enough air to last her forever and she used it. Draco looked around desperately again, seemingly for a way out, but she saw what he was looking for. More doors started to appear out of the walls. They were all different, some big, some small. Different colors, textures, and designs. Was her scream making all of this happen? Her scream itself, or just the noise? Draco abandoned his cool self and his body seemed to sag. He looked like a little kid and Hermione felt bad for him for a second. He looked so sad. No, not sad. Helpless. He looked at her and shook his head and the animosity that Hermione knew so well shone in his eyes. Draco moved quickly toward her and crushed his body against hers. The air that seemed to be forming inside her stopped. Her scream faltered and it's volume lessened. Draco looked pleased that his plan had worked, but Hermione was much too smart to let one small action ruin her goal. She merely took another breath. Draco grabbed her wrists and squeezed. He took a deep breath as his anger poured through his hands into her wrists. What he did next stunned Hermione. He pressed his lips against hers as he pressed her against the wall. Hermione, unable to scream, stopped and tried to push Draco away. She could actually feel his smirk as she pushed at his chest. She knew he was too strong to get him off of her by herself, but it was the fact that she was trying that was important. Draco finally pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Hermione realized how strange this all was. Draco Malfoy just kissed a Mudblood. Without being threatened. Draco reached into his inside pocket of his robes and pulled out the knife he had used as a portkey. He put it up to the light and Hermione saw that something was inscribed in it. She squinted her eyes and tried to see what it said, but the writing was too small. She followed it with her gaze as Draco moved it to make the light bounce off of it onto the walls. Hermione felt hypnotized as she watched the designs it was making and barely realized the knife was moving towards her. Draco touched the blade to her throat lightly and pulled it across to the opposite side. "Don't. Scream. Again."
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A/N I was planning to make this chapter a whole lot longer, but I think it's fine where it is. I'll put what other people are doing in the next chapter. Well, I hope you liked it! Drop me a review! If you don't, well, I'll write anyway!