Author's Note
Sorry for the delay in update. School!! Bah humbug... Not even enough time to play
softball this year. Darn AP classes. Well, the story's done, and now I'm off to more writing
endeavors!! I'm posting this chapter first, and then I'll wait a couple of days to post the
rest!! (laughs evilly) Happy reading!!
Chapter Thirty: Lucius's Vow
Narcissa saw Hermione rise, apparently headed downwards towards the field. She
turned to the man sitting next to her.
"Severus?" she asked. He had been concentrated on the field, looking out for any
signs of trouble.
He glanced up at her, and seeing the look in her eyes, stood up, and offered his hand
to help her as well. They did not need an exchange of words to express what Narcissa's
eyes so clearly said. The two professors headed down to the field, as quickly as they could.
The Gryffindor team rushed down to where the two Seekers were, the Slytherins
sulking.
"Hey, thanks Malfoy!" came Ron Weasley.
Malfoy looked at him smugly. "Yeah, I know Weasley, you couldn't have done it
without me."
"Congratulations, Mal—Draco," came another voice.
Draco turned to see the boy-who-lived get up, brushing off his robes, as he offered
his hand to shake.
"Thanks, Pot—Harry," he replied.
"Good game—" Harry started, but stopped abruptly, as he saw a blond man fast
approaching, reach out with his wand.
"Avada Ked—"
"Expelliarmus!"
Lucius Malfoy's wand rose up in an arc towards Severus Snape, who was running
fast, black robes billowing out behind him in typical fashion. Right behind him was Narcissa
Malfoy, wand of mahogany drawn as well, pointed at the now scowling blond man that was
scarcely ten yards ahead of them.
The glaring deatheater's gaze fixed, and a look of determination crossed his face. It
was there for a split second, if that, before being quickly masked by the stony look he had
mastered so well. His eyes set on the son that had disappointed him so, and then on the
silky-haired brunette approaching from a distance. Before any of them knew what was
happening, he transformed into a large snake, and lunged at her, seemingly quick as
lightning.
Hermione screamed. One minute, she had been rushing to Draco's aid, the next,
she found herself wrapped in the coils of a gigantic snake, nearly the size of the basilisk that
has slinked through the school in their second year. Then, before she knew what was
happening, the snake transfigured back into the form of Lucius Malfoy, grabbing her wand
and pointing it at her, while putting her in something resembling a choke hold.
"Stop where you are, all of you," he nearly shouted. And then, in a much lower
voice, he said "or the mudblood will be blown into oblivion!"
Hermione squirmed, trying to get out of his grasp, but his hold on her only
tightened.
Draco found himself positively blinded with fury. Had he not been, he would have
certainly realized the precariousness of the situation.
Perhaps it was because what his son did next was so incredibly unexpected, perhaps
because it was so stupid, but Lucius found himself completely taken aback by what
transpired in the next few seconds.
Draco lunged at his father, with a speed which he did not know he possessed. He
succeeded in knocking him to the ground, with Hermione in the process. The wand lay on
the ground, ten feet away, seemingly forgotten by the two blond men, as its owner slinked
away to retrieve it.
Draco's own wand was in his pocket, but he did not have a chance to reach it, as
Lucius's fist collided with his jaw, the moment he had risen from the ground. He could taste
the bitterness of his own blood in his mouth, but struck back, nearly knocking the older
Malfoy to the ground.
It was then that the voice of Severus Snape was heard, as roses sprung from his
wand, tying themselves around Lucius's wrists.
"No!" Lucius cried, as he saw his hands being roped together, and struggled violently
to get them free.
Professors Snape and Dumbledore, who had just reached the field, were eventually
able to subdue him, and proceeded to begin to escort him to the castle, where Ministry
officials were sure to be waiting for him.
The last thing Draco remembered was seeing his father turn about to face him and
Hermione, and then grab the wand of the Potions master in his bound hands, screaming a
curse at the brunette in a fury. Draco pushed her out of the way, as a jet of light and
sparks flew towards them, and then there was darkness...
Author's Note
Yippee!! A cliffee!! Mwahahahaha, I'm evil. Yes, this chapter was short, but hey, the next chapter will be up in less than a week, I promise, but you have to Review. It's the last one coming up. Come on, click the button at the bottom of the page. You know you want to!!
E. Caddy Compson (persephoneia)