*The Young Writer called Jamie*
~~Marrying the Enemy~~
A/n: I finally got back on my PC and stopped being an arse… Hey, Ronnie-kins can you tell everybody how you feel about Draco for a second? For a humour skit?
Ron: Fuck no!
Me: :Scowls and walks around Ron.: I swear on the name of Voldemort-
Ron: :His leg twitched and he plugged his ears.:
Me: Ron… Gods! You're no fun at all. :Sulks and leaves to let the reviewers read the story.:
Chapter 13: Wrong Place, Wrong Time
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The sight of all the Weasleys was enough to make any Malfoy sarcastic to the bone. For one thing, the woman who he thought loved was totally ignoring him and was talking to one his worst enemies! He was staring at her the entire time, sipping from his goblet of wine, his sapphire eyes mixed with both anger and frustration.
"Oh, Gin'! How'd you get here? Did you get into a shit load of trouble? Why's Harry here, too? What's wrong?" Hermione was so happy so see one of her best friends and was talking animatedly with her.
"Well, we overheard you and Malfoy talking about something among the lines of 'marriage' 'Voldemort' and going to the Malfoy manor. So naturally, we followed you guys and spied on you. Well, it was only me and Harry, since Ron would have torn Malfoy into pieces!" Ginny said and Hermione fought the urge to giggle at the way Ginny was talking.
"But how'd you get through the gates?" There were huge gates around the even larger mansion that was simply the Manor. Beyond the gates were pools of grey water filled with huge snake-like creatures with wings.
"With a [Insert whatever the fuck spell that stuns something] spell. It was easy!" Ginny said enthusiastically.
"Hermione." He hissed, finally getting her attention. All the Weasleys glared at him, while Harry was sipping from his goblet of vodka, already feeling drunk, very oblivious.
"What the hell do you want?" She snapped, her dark orbs glaring at him, propping her head up in her hands.
Draco sighed immensely, leaned forward, and whispered so only she could hear, "In the room now."
Hermione sighed and said to Ginny, "I'll be back, all right. Just talk to the others…" She stood up and the twins had to move their chairs that they had moved at the corners of the table so she and Draco could get through.
When they had walked into the dark room and Draco had closed the door, Hermione reached to flick on the light and they sat down on the large bed, Hermione staring determinedly at the wall.
"Hermione, why are you ignoring me?" Draco asked finally.
Hermione glanced over at him and sighed deeply. "I-" It was bizarre. What a time for the power to go out… However, it did and Hermione found herself in Draco's arms, being carried out of her room, him murmuring pointless things into her ear.
"What the hell!" They heard Ron yell. Now platinum was red with blood, and needless to say, Draco was pissed. He sat down Hermione beside Ginny and before his hand could get to his wand, Hermione yelled,
"[Insert whatever the fuck spell that takes your wand to the yeller]" And she now held Draco's wand in her hands and watched in horror as Ron cried out, "Avada-"
"NO!" Hermione slid from the bench, rolled on the floor until she was in front of Draco, and stood up in front of his, her arms stretched in front of her in a protective position. Draco stared at her, his eyes holding a look of sheer annoyance.
"Get out of the way, Hermione! You'll be killed!" Draco yelled over the sudden clap of thunder.
"No! You've done too much to die in front of my very eyes!" Hermione cried, staring determinedly at Ron, who was staring at them with an apprehensive look on his face, as if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Hermione concerned about Malfoy? No way!
"You caused this!" He yelled over another furious clap of thunder.
"Oh? How do you hypothesize that, Weasley? I was talking to Hermione. My wand was in my pockets, and my hands were nowhere near it!" Draco stated, his once sapphire eyes turning into a very dark grey and he leaned down and reached for Hermione's hand that held his wand, but he was unable to pry it from her tight grip.
"Damn. Here it goes again…" Came a familiar voice from a corner of the room. Hermione looked over at where it came from and her grip on the wand lessened when she saw who it was. Lupin!
There was his chance. Draco suddenly grabbed her hand and his thoughts were correct; the wand was transferred back into his hold and he released her hand. He noticed his stomach felt empty after he had released her hand and sighed. Ah, the consequences of defying Voldemort and actually falling for someone he hated… Wasn't life grand? He then remembered a poem he had written.
I'm a soldier. I'm a soldier.
Look.
Neva wanted to be nothing' else but a Death Eater until I meet Hermione Granger.
Neva wanted to be anti-Voldemort until I graduated through her.
Bad gone good, though still wanting to kill all the rest of 'em.
Take the image of a Voldemortist and turn it into a new man.
I've changed so much, and it's due all to her, though I still don't give a damn.
Neva wanted to piss off someone so much and at the same time want her.
I was once the son of a cold-hearted murderer, but I disowned him.
I could hold up the world, and it would not crumble.
If that ex-boyfriend Krum of hers did it, he would goddamn stumble.
So, why did that matter right now? Maybe Voldemort knew where they were right now… Even if he did, then he would not give up without a fight. Voldemort damn well was not going to have an heir.
"I have a feeling that someone else is near here…" Hermione's voice interrupted his thoughts.
And, then, without any warning, the wall where the Weasleys and Potter were sitting at exploded and Ginny, a drunken Harry, and Fred and George Weasley flew into the wall to their right, the wind being knocked out of them. Ron just stared, horrified.
Draco had pushed Hermione onto the ground and shielded her from the explosion, pressing his body firmly against hers, his eyes closed, his hands clenching her wrists, his head buried into her hair. She was too innocent to be injured, and to Draco she was as precious as his last name and his reputation.
When the blast had subsided, Draco stood up, pulling Hermione with him. Before you could say 'Quidditch', the platinum blonde ran into his room and locked the door behind him.
"Goddamn it, Hermione. They are out there… I can feel it…" He whispered to the girl that was now clinging to him.
"What the bloody hell do they want?" Hermione's muffled voice whispered her head against his chest.
"It's not what, Hermione. It's us. We're hiding. They'll ignore is if we're under the bed. They'll search here next… No exceptions."
He pulled Hermione with him under the bed, slowly crawling against the carpet. They watched the door carefully, and Draco reached over and squeezed Hermione's hand. No matter how much he hated her, he could not bear to see her so frightened. In his other hand, Draco clenched his wand and was well prepared to apparate as soon as they entered the room.
Their hearts were pounding; their adrenaline levels go higher by the second. Draco without thinking bit his lip and he grimaced when he tasted blood. He had forgotten he had a nosebleed in the middle of being worried about Hermione. Well, didn't she deserve it? He noticed Hermione was watching the blood hit the floor, a worried look in her eyes.
"No! Don't you dare kill him!" They heard a feminine voice wail. After a few moments, the wailing stopped and they both looked over at each other when they heard distinct shouts of "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"Goddamn it, Hermione… They'll never get us… Not yet. Maybe they'll forget…" Draco leaned over and whispered into her ear. His hopes were shattered when they heard pounding on the door.
"OPEN UP OR WE'LL KILL YOU!" Draco looked determinately at Hermione and without giving their trackers a second chance, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and looked towards the door, his now sapphire eyes a light grey, which meant one thing; he was planning something.
"Maybe they're isn't anyone in there, oh Dark Lord." Draco scowled at his Father's voice and buried his head in Hermione's hair. He muttered a spell to make him and Hermione appear injured and whispered into her ear, "pretend to faint, my fair lady… Act as if you've never acted before." She did as Draco had told her, and Draco stayed unmoving, appearing unconscious, breathing slow, an expressionless look on his face. He had placed his wand inside his cloak and acted the part well. Here was the test…
The door came down to the ground with a loud thump and three people entered. Narcissa Malfoy and her husband Lucius, and the Dark Lord himself. All three were looking very angered, and Draco could tell just feeling the waves of energy radiate off them.
"Come out, Draco. We know you're there." Lucius said with a fake sweetness in his voice. Narcissa looked straight at Draco and Hermione and said loudly, "They're hiding, Lucius. Under the bed. They appear unconscious."
Draco could have stabbed his Mother and left her insides for the dogs. Damn her…
"Well, get them out of there, then!" Voldemort said viciously and Draco and Hermione felt themselves being lifted up. Desperate to be close to Hermione and apologize later, Draco's hold was tight around Hermione's waist. Hermione fought hard not to blush and continued to be unconscious, remaining marble and not crimson.
"Hmm… They're faking it." Draco felt a surge of anger arise through him, but continued to appear to be unconscious.
"Wake up, Malfoy, Granger. You have your wedding to do." Voldemort spat, and Draco felt his eyelids being pried open. He viciously ripped out his wand from his cloak with his left hand and pointed it at his Mother. He then looked over to Voldemort and steadily pointed the wand at him.
"We're not being Wed just so that you can have your own heir, Halfmud." Draco said, very disrespectfully, and Lucius and Narcissa could only watch in horror. Hermione opened her eyes and Draco and her were back on the floor, this time standing. Draco held Hermione close to him with his right hand, and Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's waist, burring her head into his shoulder. "If we do, it'll be for our own reasons, not just for some so-called shitty Dark Lord!"
Voldemort raised his wand slowly, an unreadable look on his face. "Then you'll suffer until you two do so… CRUCIO!"
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Non-CoNgRaTuLaTiOnS!
Draco and Hermione are staring blankly at a sign in bold letters, All fuckwits welcome.
"I suppose no one reviewed the 60th time, then." Hermione was saying with a shrug.
"Fuckwits." Draco drawled lazily, looking at his cuticle.
Hermione glared at him and then turned to the reviewers. "How could you guys not review?! The damn girl worked her ass off! What the bloody hell!!!"
"Don't have a heart attack with that fit, Hermione." Draco said disinterestedly.
"I SHOULD HAVE ONE SHE WORKED HER F-"
"You can stop defending me now!" Hermione turned to see me, sleep under my eyes, my dirty-blonde hair sticking upward. "I can defend myself in the author notes."
Hermione shrugged and flopped down on a couch while Draco just sat on the carpeted floor beside her.
A/n1: Damn. I'm sorry to end it here, but I just feel pissed-off at people. Writing takes time to do. It isn't just something that can happen in a measly six minutes flat. The next chapter, I'll have 'Lying from you' in some of it remade into a poem… I don't have any plans, but I'll update when I at least get way more reviews for 'Dead Men Tell No Lies' and this story. Draco's so called 'Poem' was a little scrap of the redo I made of Eminem's song 'Soldier.'
A/n2: I suppose I love reviews… No, I love reviews. Reviews are like chocolate to me. I can't live without them, and I'm sad to say my strength of mind is slowly becoming extinct and fading away… Yes, folks, I have writers' block. I'll tell you the best way to get rid of it. Read your own story back again to yourself and start typing random things. It worked for me… I absolutely love the reviews I've been getting! Maybe I'll get what I want for Christmas, after all!
Disclaimer: Look back at chapter twelve…
Preview of the little re-wording poem…
When purebloods pretend everything is what they want their lives to be
When they pretend to be cold-hearted and everything is their own way of what they want to see
When I pretend, I just can't ignore what everyone thinks about the criminal I am
Stealing hearts after hearts just because the bitches like it
It probably won't stay this way, I'm just
Lying to protect the truth
I can't pretend whenever you're watching me so I'm…
A/n3: Just to be completely random, these are the songs I listened to while writing this:
Business -Eminem
Kill You-Eminem
Stan- Eminem
Step Up- Linkin Park
Perfect- Simple Plan
Right Now- Korn
Criminal- Eminem
The Way I Am- Eminem
Say what you say- Eminem
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FuzzyFanFicFreak: :Smirks.: Glad it was 'he he' enough for you. It'd be great if you helped me out on 'Sometimes Music Can Go Too Far'! I completely have a block on that story, it's like my mind goes blank!
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