I'm back, and here's the fifth chappy! Thanks a lot to story lover (your
reviews were really sweet,) to dracosgurl_chrissy (your reviews were really
specific and that helped,) to TaNsHI (I showed all my friends 'Hidden Yet
Foreseen' and they all loved it, and I like Tom Felton, can't be called a
crush...more like an obsession) to Paulina (as always,) and to you, reader,
whoever you are, for sitting through all these review reply thingies
without screaming at me.
Okay...here it is...
Chapter Five: Ties That Blind
DRACO'S POV
Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass sounded from downstairs. Draco felt himself go tense. Was it a robber? His mother had changed the locks after his father had been sent to Azkaban, since they were frightened of criminals.
Draco grabbed Hermione, who looked as scared as he was. Narcissa drew her wand and motioned for them to stay put. She crept down the stairs.
Suddenly, a high pitched shriek drifted up the stairs. Hermione tightened her grip on Draco's hand, but he sighed and his tension faded away. He knew his mother more than Hermione, that was a happy scream.
His tension turned not to relaxation, but confusion. Why would his mother be happy about glass breaking? Quickly, his heart felt like it was twisted and wrung out.
His mother entered the room with a soaking wet person whose face was hidden by a dark cloak. Draco knew who was beneath the cloak before the person revealed his face.
Draco's last glimmer of hope was quickly darkened as his suspicions were confirmed.
Lucius Malfoy had escaped from Azkaban.
HERMIONE'S POV
Before she could react, Hermione found herself looking into the hard, gray eyes of Draco's father. They searched her frightened brown ones until she saw them (his eyes) grow colder as her recognized her from Diagon Alley.
"I just got freed from prison and I come home to see a mudblood sitting my chair?" Hermione doubted he had been freed, but she kept quiet, trying to stay Henriette. Henriette would be confused. She tried to look confused.
"No, no, no," said Narcissa. "I'm sorry, Henriette." She turned to Lucius. "This is Henriette, the exchange student from France. She-"
He interrupted her with a string of gibberish aimed at Hermione "Moi est un fromage. Est tu un fromage?" She stared at him, puzzled, until she realized, too late, that it was French. (A/N: I used a French-English dictionary. I think I've got french grammer wrong, but translated directly into English, it says 'me is the cheese. Is you the cheese?')
"Excuse my husband," Narcissa appoligized. "He's just...erm...been released from the...uh...hospital and-" suddenly, she stopped as she saw the confusion in Hermione's eyes.
Her face grew angry and she started yelling at Hermione. "How DARE you masquerade as a purblood and POISON my son's mind?"
Hermione couldn't talk. She felt sick. She squeezed Draco's hand tighter, until he gave a little 'oh!'
"Stop it! Draco yelled, prying her hand off of his and putting his hand over her's. "She's not a mudblood! She's-she's my-I-"
"No, you don't understand," said his father. "Just like they pretend to have magic, this one went a step further and pretended to be pureblood, just so you could take it here."
"NO!" he screamed. "WE made that up so she could come!"
Narcissa started to cry.
Hermione started to cry.
Lucius drew his wand, aimed and...
Hehe! Cliffhanger! Please, please, please review! The faster you review, the faster chapter six is up! And anybody who gives a signed review: I'll read you stories and review them for you! (Ohh! A rhyme!) Kirby
PS I've figured out how I'm gonna end this, so if you think I should write a sequel, could you say in your review so I can think one up? Thanks!
Chapter Five: Ties That Blind
DRACO'S POV
Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass sounded from downstairs. Draco felt himself go tense. Was it a robber? His mother had changed the locks after his father had been sent to Azkaban, since they were frightened of criminals.
Draco grabbed Hermione, who looked as scared as he was. Narcissa drew her wand and motioned for them to stay put. She crept down the stairs.
Suddenly, a high pitched shriek drifted up the stairs. Hermione tightened her grip on Draco's hand, but he sighed and his tension faded away. He knew his mother more than Hermione, that was a happy scream.
His tension turned not to relaxation, but confusion. Why would his mother be happy about glass breaking? Quickly, his heart felt like it was twisted and wrung out.
His mother entered the room with a soaking wet person whose face was hidden by a dark cloak. Draco knew who was beneath the cloak before the person revealed his face.
Draco's last glimmer of hope was quickly darkened as his suspicions were confirmed.
Lucius Malfoy had escaped from Azkaban.
HERMIONE'S POV
Before she could react, Hermione found herself looking into the hard, gray eyes of Draco's father. They searched her frightened brown ones until she saw them (his eyes) grow colder as her recognized her from Diagon Alley.
"I just got freed from prison and I come home to see a mudblood sitting my chair?" Hermione doubted he had been freed, but she kept quiet, trying to stay Henriette. Henriette would be confused. She tried to look confused.
"No, no, no," said Narcissa. "I'm sorry, Henriette." She turned to Lucius. "This is Henriette, the exchange student from France. She-"
He interrupted her with a string of gibberish aimed at Hermione "Moi est un fromage. Est tu un fromage?" She stared at him, puzzled, until she realized, too late, that it was French. (A/N: I used a French-English dictionary. I think I've got french grammer wrong, but translated directly into English, it says 'me is the cheese. Is you the cheese?')
"Excuse my husband," Narcissa appoligized. "He's just...erm...been released from the...uh...hospital and-" suddenly, she stopped as she saw the confusion in Hermione's eyes.
Her face grew angry and she started yelling at Hermione. "How DARE you masquerade as a purblood and POISON my son's mind?"
Hermione couldn't talk. She felt sick. She squeezed Draco's hand tighter, until he gave a little 'oh!'
"Stop it! Draco yelled, prying her hand off of his and putting his hand over her's. "She's not a mudblood! She's-she's my-I-"
"No, you don't understand," said his father. "Just like they pretend to have magic, this one went a step further and pretended to be pureblood, just so you could take it here."
"NO!" he screamed. "WE made that up so she could come!"
Narcissa started to cry.
Hermione started to cry.
Lucius drew his wand, aimed and...
Hehe! Cliffhanger! Please, please, please review! The faster you review, the faster chapter six is up! And anybody who gives a signed review: I'll read you stories and review them for you! (Ohh! A rhyme!) Kirby
PS I've figured out how I'm gonna end this, so if you think I should write a sequel, could you say in your review so I can think one up? Thanks!