Chapter 3 Hermione Vaught
Hermione just stood in shock. How could this be true. Oddly it all made sense now. She wasn't a muggle born witch, she was a pure blood. Just like Malfoy.
"Your parents were some of the best Death Eaters Voldemort had," Draco continued. "Their names were Jordan and Isabelle Vaught. They would do anything for Voldemort. Anything he asked for. One day though the Ministry found out what your parents were up too. Without a trial or anything they killed them on the spot. No one knew about you. A muggle family found you and raised you as their own. Now you're here. Ginny wanted me to show you how to resist the Dark Arts power. I'm going to leave the decision up to you. Do you want to learn how to resist the Dark Arts or do you want to learn the Dark Arts."
Hermione just stood their for a moment. "I want to learn the Dark Arts," she said firmly.
"Excellent," Draco replied as a sneer crossed his face. "Then lets begin." He walked over to Hermione and gave her his dad's wand. "Let's start with the basics. Ginny told me that you've been reading about the Dark Arts so you must know about the allowine curse."
"Of course," Hermione replied quickly. She pointed her wand at two spiders crawling across the floor. "Allowinco!"
One of the spiders automatically began fighting the other one. Within only seconds only one of the spiders was still alive.
"That was brilliant!" Draco said as he stared at Hermione. "Ready for something more difficult?"
The rest of the day Hermione continued practicing Dark Arts spell with Draco. Slowly the day began to slip into night.
"In here," Draco said as he motioned to his closet. Hermione quickly opened the door and walked in.
She emerged into a large room lined with clothes.
"Sorry," Draco continued, "but this is where you're going to sleep tonight. I can magic a bed in here and it'll be comfortable. I'd let you stay in one of the guest rooms but my dad locked them up and I can't unlock them."
"It's alright," Hermione replied. Quickly she made a large bed appear in the center of the large closet. "I'll be fine in here."
Draco walked over to the far end of his closet. He pulled up a small floorboard to reveal a small, but very clever hiding place.
"This is where I hide all the stuff I don't want my dad to see," Draco explained. He took out a long slender bottle filled with a dark purple liquid out of his hiding place.
"I've always wanted to try wine," Hermione said.
"I'll open the bottle right now if you want me too," Draco said as he took out his wand. He taped the wand to the cork and it instantly flew off. He waved his wand and two glasses appeared out of nowhere. He quickly but carefully poured the glasses half full of wine. He handed one of the glasses to Hermione.
"It's so good," Hermione hummed as she finished taking a small drink of the wine. She then poured the rest of the liquid into her mouth. Draco looked at her for a moment before downing the rest of his wine.
Hermione tried to walk but tripped over something on the floor. Draco swiftly caught her and helped her up. Hermione could smell the strong cologne that Draco was wearing. He smelled do good. She drew closer to him, slightly leaning in toward his lips. In only seconds, she could feel Draco's soft lips kissing hers. Slowly their kisses became filled with more passion. She felt her body fall onto the bed behind her. As her and Draco continued to kiss she could feel his hands move to her stomach. Slowly his hands began to move up her body. Oddly, this felt so right, even though she knew it was wrong. Reluctantly Hermione caught his hands while they were on the bottom of her ribs.
"I can't do this," Hermione sighed as she pushed Draco off of her. Without waiting for Draco to reply she shoved him out of the closet and firmly locked the door behind him.
Hermione barely made it to the bed before her body fainted from her lack of sleep.