Okay, I am SOO sorry this took so long. I've been really busy and I've had
lots of homework and tests and I'm working on some other stories, plus my
dad wants me to wrote and publish my own book and whatnot. This chapter is
going to be REALLY short because I want to get something out before that
creepy disembodied voice comes back. Oh, there will be no Mary-Sue's. The
SS has a secret.
~*~
Hermione went to visit Draco every day, and she always brought some book or other for him to read.
Today she brought Gathering Blue, a muggle book by Lois Lowry.
She walked over to her normal chair and sat down next to a snoring young wizard. He was obviously tired and aching from all the wounds, though they were healing quite nicely.
There was something about the curse that stopped Madame Pomfrey from healing him right away.
He would be able to leave tomorrow, though.
Suddenly Draco opened his eyes and they met with a pair of warm brown ones. He smiled weakly and reached out to her hand.
Hermione noticed something strange about his condition.
He was supposed to be getting better, but in truth he was getting worse.
Alarmed, she cried out, "Madame Pomfrey, come quick! Draco doesn't look so good!"
The elderly nurse bustled in and took his temperature and fed him some more medicine.
"It's nothing. He's fine, just a little tired. Large loss of blood."
She bustled out of the room again after telling Hermione to leave. She hugged Draco and walked slowly out.
He picked up the book and began to read after seeing nothing else to do. ~*~
The next day Madame Pomfrey approved that Draco could leave.
Butler Severus, his normally cheery mood back, went around gathering the girls for the next ceremony.
The girls strolled casually into the Ceremony Room, as they called it.
Draco hobbled in with some crutches, looking paler and sicker than usual.
Hermione watched him nonchalantly. She didn't want the world to think she liked him more than friendly, though she herself thought she could feel something. . . She pushed that thought aside.
The blond man smiled weakly at the women in the room. His sea-gray stormy eyes held no emotions to the others.
Except one. Hermione could tell he was pained.
Her first reflex would have been to jump up and help him, but she restrained herself.
Butler Severus walked in carrying ten sapphire tear-drop necklaces.
"Erika Y," Draco wearily called out.
"Amanda S.
Devony S.
Jessica S.
Narisunell U.
Kara K.
Rachel R.
Kelsey J.
Melissa R.
Hermione G."
They all walked up and accepted their necklaces.
Draco hobbled back through the door.
Hermione, dazed, sank into the nearest chair after the camera crews walked out.
The girls had said good-bye to all their friends, and then paraded back up to the rooms. Their rooms hadn't changed this time.
The SS all exchanged knowing glances and then quietly walked back to Kelsey's room.
Hermione, still dazed, had dreamily walked upstairs, her eyes clouded over.
She fell onto her bed and was surrounded by darkness.
~*~
"Yes sir, it is coming along fine, sir," a voice assured another.
"It'd better be, for your sake, girl!" The second voice sounded cold and cruel.
Both of them were familiar, the second more so. It was Lucius Malfoy.
The second one was vague. It was from the television show, Mr. Millionaire.
It was the girl known as Amanda.
~*~
Suddenly Harry sat up quick as lightning.
His breathing was heavy and many glistening sweat drops clung to his forehead.
He heaved himself out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.
After splashing his face with ice-cold water he stared at his scar in the mirror. A searing pain went through his body.
Since the transfer-of-sides of Tom Riddle, his scar started hurting whenever Lucius was near or when he dreamt of him, which had started happening often.
The night before Hermione saved Draco, he dreamt that Lucius was planning to harm his son, and Hermione if possible.
The night of the incident, the image replayed in his dreams.
He had to contact Hermione.
Harry walked to Helena, his owl. Helena was Hedwig's daughter. Hedwig had died about a year ago, a very sore death to Harry.
Hedwig was one of his best friends. He could always count on her to deliver a package or cheer him up when his friends wouldn't talk to him.
He handed Helena a note after he had scribbled it out quickly. It was a very simple note.
Helena soared out the open window and disappeared from Harry's view.
~*~
Draco gingerly lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
The one thing on his mind was Hermione.
He had been thinking about her 24/7 ever since the attack.
And it wasn't just friendly, either.
He was beginning to think he liked her.
'No, I do NOT like Hermione!' he frantically thought to himself and pushed the thought out of his mind. No luck.
'This is going to be a long night,' he thought bitterly to himself.
~*~
Hermione had finally woken up and found herself in a dark black chamber and chained to a wall.
A dark shadow began to walk toward her.
Her eyes got wide and she screamed loudly.
~*~
That's it for now! So, where is Hermione? You'll have to wait! And I have exams all this week, so I probably won't write soon! Sorry. See ya! R&R! Oh, next Friday, HP and the Chamber of Secrets comes out to buy! I got my copy reserved! And then HP and the Order of the Pheonix comes out June 21! I can't wait!
I own nothing except Helena. The characters own themselves, and J.K. Rowling owns HP things.
~*~
Hermione went to visit Draco every day, and she always brought some book or other for him to read.
Today she brought Gathering Blue, a muggle book by Lois Lowry.
She walked over to her normal chair and sat down next to a snoring young wizard. He was obviously tired and aching from all the wounds, though they were healing quite nicely.
There was something about the curse that stopped Madame Pomfrey from healing him right away.
He would be able to leave tomorrow, though.
Suddenly Draco opened his eyes and they met with a pair of warm brown ones. He smiled weakly and reached out to her hand.
Hermione noticed something strange about his condition.
He was supposed to be getting better, but in truth he was getting worse.
Alarmed, she cried out, "Madame Pomfrey, come quick! Draco doesn't look so good!"
The elderly nurse bustled in and took his temperature and fed him some more medicine.
"It's nothing. He's fine, just a little tired. Large loss of blood."
She bustled out of the room again after telling Hermione to leave. She hugged Draco and walked slowly out.
He picked up the book and began to read after seeing nothing else to do. ~*~
The next day Madame Pomfrey approved that Draco could leave.
Butler Severus, his normally cheery mood back, went around gathering the girls for the next ceremony.
The girls strolled casually into the Ceremony Room, as they called it.
Draco hobbled in with some crutches, looking paler and sicker than usual.
Hermione watched him nonchalantly. She didn't want the world to think she liked him more than friendly, though she herself thought she could feel something. . . She pushed that thought aside.
The blond man smiled weakly at the women in the room. His sea-gray stormy eyes held no emotions to the others.
Except one. Hermione could tell he was pained.
Her first reflex would have been to jump up and help him, but she restrained herself.
Butler Severus walked in carrying ten sapphire tear-drop necklaces.
"Erika Y," Draco wearily called out.
"Amanda S.
Devony S.
Jessica S.
Narisunell U.
Kara K.
Rachel R.
Kelsey J.
Melissa R.
Hermione G."
They all walked up and accepted their necklaces.
Draco hobbled back through the door.
Hermione, dazed, sank into the nearest chair after the camera crews walked out.
The girls had said good-bye to all their friends, and then paraded back up to the rooms. Their rooms hadn't changed this time.
The SS all exchanged knowing glances and then quietly walked back to Kelsey's room.
Hermione, still dazed, had dreamily walked upstairs, her eyes clouded over.
She fell onto her bed and was surrounded by darkness.
~*~
"Yes sir, it is coming along fine, sir," a voice assured another.
"It'd better be, for your sake, girl!" The second voice sounded cold and cruel.
Both of them were familiar, the second more so. It was Lucius Malfoy.
The second one was vague. It was from the television show, Mr. Millionaire.
It was the girl known as Amanda.
~*~
Suddenly Harry sat up quick as lightning.
His breathing was heavy and many glistening sweat drops clung to his forehead.
He heaved himself out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.
After splashing his face with ice-cold water he stared at his scar in the mirror. A searing pain went through his body.
Since the transfer-of-sides of Tom Riddle, his scar started hurting whenever Lucius was near or when he dreamt of him, which had started happening often.
The night before Hermione saved Draco, he dreamt that Lucius was planning to harm his son, and Hermione if possible.
The night of the incident, the image replayed in his dreams.
He had to contact Hermione.
Harry walked to Helena, his owl. Helena was Hedwig's daughter. Hedwig had died about a year ago, a very sore death to Harry.
Hedwig was one of his best friends. He could always count on her to deliver a package or cheer him up when his friends wouldn't talk to him.
He handed Helena a note after he had scribbled it out quickly. It was a very simple note.
Helena soared out the open window and disappeared from Harry's view.
~*~
Draco gingerly lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
The one thing on his mind was Hermione.
He had been thinking about her 24/7 ever since the attack.
And it wasn't just friendly, either.
He was beginning to think he liked her.
'No, I do NOT like Hermione!' he frantically thought to himself and pushed the thought out of his mind. No luck.
'This is going to be a long night,' he thought bitterly to himself.
~*~
Hermione had finally woken up and found herself in a dark black chamber and chained to a wall.
A dark shadow began to walk toward her.
Her eyes got wide and she screamed loudly.
~*~
That's it for now! So, where is Hermione? You'll have to wait! And I have exams all this week, so I probably won't write soon! Sorry. See ya! R&R! Oh, next Friday, HP and the Chamber of Secrets comes out to buy! I got my copy reserved! And then HP and the Order of the Pheonix comes out June 21! I can't wait!
I own nothing except Helena. The characters own themselves, and J.K. Rowling owns HP things.