Disclaimer: I do not own anything, I give everything to our beloved
mistress JK Rowling... but oh how I would LOVE to own Draco... : drool :
This is my first fic so PLZ comment and try to not FLAME me...
CHAPTER 1 The Lion and the Dragon Awaken
IT was late; she knew that she was late. She tiptoed quietly through the hallway. It was dark and silent. It was so quiet and cold. She shivered. Something was wrong. A sudden chill ran up her spine as she ascended the stairs shoeless, the socks muffling her footsteps. She stopped dead in her tracks, her hand on the banister. Her hand, she raised it slowly. There was something wet and sticky almost. It was too dark to identify the substance yet she knew what it was. Fear played her heart strings like a fiddle, plucking, pounding, ferociously fast. Slowly she raised her hand to her nostrils and whiffed the slightly metallic scent. Her chocolate brown eyes went wide with fear. Hermione Granger was a bright girl in her 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was top ranked in her class as you could clearly see by the Head Girl Badge pinned neatly to her jacket. She indeed had changed from the bushy haired, buck toothed girl she once knew. Her eyes sparkled. She stood petrified wondering what Harry or Ron would do, then wishing they were here with her. The "Golden Trio" had split and took their own paths down life's course. Head Boy was the "Git", Draco Malfoy, the bane of her existence. Every girl swooned for him. He was well known for his shaggy blond hair and piercing grey orbs penetrating the depths of your soul showing your deepest, darkest fantasies. As Hermione stood lost in thought, her mind drifted to Draco and she wondered what conquest lay in his bed. The stickiness on her fingertips brought her thoughts back to the present. The boding feeling in the halls chilled her to her core yet she decided to climb the stairs. If someone was in need, it was her job as H.G. to help them, make sure they were safe. As she began to ascend the staircase once more, her stomach did a 180. The staircases began to move. She was propelled against the banister. Her jacket flailed. She grabbed the railing and felt the blood soak her stark white shirt. Slowly the shifting motion of the staircases came to a halt. Hermione looked up slowly, her head still spinning. She rose and ran up the stairs. She didn't recognize this hallway. The eerie glow cast by the moon drew long shadows on the walls. She heard a rustling somewhere behind her. Quickly jerking her body in that direction she squinted her eyes yet saw nothing. Fearing it was Mrs. Norris, she quickened her gait. She heard a low moan. Turning towards the sound she hurried. The moonlight illuminated bloody tracks, as if someone had dragged their bleeding corpse to the nearest shelter. The tracks led to a door. The knob would not budge. She pounded on the door, called, beckoned the one trapped inside yet she could illicit no response. Pulling out her wand she quietly unlocked the door and gently pushed it open. The sight before Hermione caused her to gasp. Bloody handprints covered the walls. A message was written. "The Dark Lord you shall obey." Her eyes focused and unfocused. She assumed this was an old classroom. In the darkest corner lay a body. She quickly levitated it and brought it into the tiny stream of moonlight seeping through a small window above. The face was so distorted it was indistinct yet the hair, the blond wisps of silk, nobody had that except him. It was Draco. The prowling lion found the sleeping dragon.
This is my first fic so PLZ comment and try to not FLAME me...
CHAPTER 1 The Lion and the Dragon Awaken
IT was late; she knew that she was late. She tiptoed quietly through the hallway. It was dark and silent. It was so quiet and cold. She shivered. Something was wrong. A sudden chill ran up her spine as she ascended the stairs shoeless, the socks muffling her footsteps. She stopped dead in her tracks, her hand on the banister. Her hand, she raised it slowly. There was something wet and sticky almost. It was too dark to identify the substance yet she knew what it was. Fear played her heart strings like a fiddle, plucking, pounding, ferociously fast. Slowly she raised her hand to her nostrils and whiffed the slightly metallic scent. Her chocolate brown eyes went wide with fear. Hermione Granger was a bright girl in her 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was top ranked in her class as you could clearly see by the Head Girl Badge pinned neatly to her jacket. She indeed had changed from the bushy haired, buck toothed girl she once knew. Her eyes sparkled. She stood petrified wondering what Harry or Ron would do, then wishing they were here with her. The "Golden Trio" had split and took their own paths down life's course. Head Boy was the "Git", Draco Malfoy, the bane of her existence. Every girl swooned for him. He was well known for his shaggy blond hair and piercing grey orbs penetrating the depths of your soul showing your deepest, darkest fantasies. As Hermione stood lost in thought, her mind drifted to Draco and she wondered what conquest lay in his bed. The stickiness on her fingertips brought her thoughts back to the present. The boding feeling in the halls chilled her to her core yet she decided to climb the stairs. If someone was in need, it was her job as H.G. to help them, make sure they were safe. As she began to ascend the staircase once more, her stomach did a 180. The staircases began to move. She was propelled against the banister. Her jacket flailed. She grabbed the railing and felt the blood soak her stark white shirt. Slowly the shifting motion of the staircases came to a halt. Hermione looked up slowly, her head still spinning. She rose and ran up the stairs. She didn't recognize this hallway. The eerie glow cast by the moon drew long shadows on the walls. She heard a rustling somewhere behind her. Quickly jerking her body in that direction she squinted her eyes yet saw nothing. Fearing it was Mrs. Norris, she quickened her gait. She heard a low moan. Turning towards the sound she hurried. The moonlight illuminated bloody tracks, as if someone had dragged their bleeding corpse to the nearest shelter. The tracks led to a door. The knob would not budge. She pounded on the door, called, beckoned the one trapped inside yet she could illicit no response. Pulling out her wand she quietly unlocked the door and gently pushed it open. The sight before Hermione caused her to gasp. Bloody handprints covered the walls. A message was written. "The Dark Lord you shall obey." Her eyes focused and unfocused. She assumed this was an old classroom. In the darkest corner lay a body. She quickly levitated it and brought it into the tiny stream of moonlight seeping through a small window above. The face was so distorted it was indistinct yet the hair, the blond wisps of silk, nobody had that except him. It was Draco. The prowling lion found the sleeping dragon.