I Love To See You Cry ~hotsleekeyz~
Chapter 13 Arbitrarily
***Draco***
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Friday came in fast and first subject in the morning: Divination for Harry, Ron, and Ginny,and Muggle Studies for Hermione. She had a special schedule for Divination to make way for her job as Head Girl.
Students were walking along the corridor head merrily to the classrooms they were due in. no wonder. After the examinations, they will be going back to their families to celebrate the holidays with them.
And even if Draco was one of them, he did not join in the festive air. He could only wish that nothing of what's happening is actually happening. He wasn't like any other student in Hogwarts. He is Draco Malfoy, the Heir of Salazar Slytherin, a full-pledged Animagus, cursed by the legendary Three Drak Witches to suffer with the beautiful Lioness in the person of Hermione Granger. And that's not all. His rival was Harry Potter, who was Hermione's boyfriend.
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Draco headed for the dungeons deep in thought. He walked musingly, absent- minded. Draco must have walked straight into a couple of third year students without him knowing. He was drowned in a rampage of dilemma.
He entered Snape's classroom with most of the students already inside. It was a good thing his cronies were not around to disturb him. They're caught up talking with Pansy on how Draco was acting rather unusual these past months.
"Must be busy with Head Boy stuff and strategies for Quidditch", they said to themselves.
Draco took a seat at the last row to the left and placed a couple of books at his side, which, in a few seconds fell to the floor. Everyone looked at him, but he didn't notice them staring. He was too busy to care.
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Dinner came and students filled themselves before they would come back home the next day. As the meal was through, students started coming out, reducing their number inside the Great Hall. The hall was decorated with drapes of green leaves and mistletoes. The Christmas trees gave a joyful glow to the room.
In a distance, Stephen was seen headed to Harry's side of the table. Ginny, who saw him walking their way, looked at the other side of the table to avoid Stephen's look. Then he was there,
"Ginny, I'm terribly sorry, I really have to go, important business to attend to, you know. Yes, I've promised to stay around but this thing I'm attending to is urgent. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you when I get back", Stephen said with a wink.
Stephen bent down to kiss Ginny on the cheek with his dark brown hair swinging afront his face. Then he resumed position.
"Harry, you take care of yourself and Hemrione. Don't let anything some in your way! Goodbye. . . "
Stephen culminated his way out to the hallways.
All four of them mouth-opened, stared at his figure getting farther by the second.
"What was that all about Harry? I reckon you haven't talked to him personally, have you?", Ron asked looking at Ginny, rather than Harry.
"I haven't. . . that's odd. But the way he talks. . . he reminds me of someone. . .", Harry answered.
Hermione was about to ask who when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Draco? What do you need?"
Draco leaned towards her to speak in a whispre-like manner.
"Dumbledore wants to see us at 8:30. Maybe we could come up together"
"Alright. . .you could join us here", Hermione mouthed as she felt eyes looking their way
Draco gave her a questioning look. On the other hand, Ron bet that Draco wouldn't even want to sit with them
"Hermione, I'd rather not. Snape's looking this way and I don't want him to suspect anything or he'll tell my father about this. Snape could screw things up pretty badly", Draco replied as he nodded to each of them before he left the hall.
He was about to turn for the dungeons when a voice came from the shadows.
"Young Malfoy,watch your back wherever you go. Look after Hemrione whilst she's around, especially with your father. See you around"
The shadow vanished and Draco stood still, trying to decipher what the person said and who it was. The voice was awfully familiar but it took him to recognize the owner of the voice.
It was Stephen Bridges.
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Draco and Hermione went to see Dumbeldore. The old man pretty much repeated the situation over again and gave pointers to Draco before they were dismissed.
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Saturday morning felt colder to anyone who was concerned about the prophecy, especially Draco, who'll come face to face with his worst nightmare---his father.
Draco was fetched by Narcissa from King's Cross' station to the Malfoy estate. Six house elves welcomed him. His thick fur coat wasn't able to contain the cold temperature that was coming out of his body. He felt sick.
Draco went to his bedroom and took off his coat. His room was becoming indifferent ti him. The room was cold to him for it lacked the portrait that once hung on his wall at the foot of his bed. There was no one there to comfort him. . .only if he allowed hemrione to come along with him, he wouldn't feel as bad. . .so bad that his pale face was slowly turning into a bluish green.
He made a run for it to the toilet and he threw up. He looked at his face by the mirror and he saw a sickly-looking boy in front of him.
He dragged himself to this bed and he easily fell asleep.
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Draco awoke at around 9:30 in the evening and much to his surprise, his father wasn't in his room to kick him out of bed to join them for dinner. Since he was already feeling hungry, Draco fixed himself a bit and went downstairs only to witness about a dozen high-ranking Death Eaters at the table.
One by one, they stood up grinning at the sight of Draco, as he was motioned by his father to come closer.
"Son, I want you to meet my colleagues. My fellow DeathEaters, this is my son, Draco Malfoy"
Each of them nodded at Draco without him nodding back. He sat beside his mother quietly and wanted to eat at once.
"So, Draco, have you known the lucky girl that you would wed soon? You have limited time before that time comes", Lucius asked
"I think so", Draco replied arrogantly, hating his father more by the second.
"Very well. I wish to inform you that Death Eater's ceremony would be tonight, to make you one of us. . .", Lucius' responded
Draco was about to stand up, without touching his food at all, when a someone who looked the same age as he was entered the room.
"Draco, this is Stephen Bridges. I assume you've seen him around Hogwarts"
Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Stephen must be the youngest Death Eater by the table
"Yes, I had. Will all of you excuse me, I'm not hungry. . .and I will not become one of you!"
Draco stood at once when a hand caught his wirst as he was pulled back down.
"You will! Not unless you want Ms. Granger badly beaten, or dead, when you come back to Hogwarts"
Lucius won.
If Hermione was the price at stake, he would buy it. But now, he needs to owl Hermione. He didn't expect the ceremony as soon as he arrived. With one last word, Draco said "Excuse me, I have to go", and nodded to them.
Draco ran up to his room and wrote at once, wishing Hermione could still understand his handwriting.
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Hermione,
How are you? I'm sorry to break it like this but Death Eaters' ceremony will be held tonight. I sort of agreed since Lucius threatened me of your safety. I can't afford to lose you. My apologies, but I have to do this. I can't lose you right now. I need you to help me through this. I feel terribly alone here. Much to my surprise, another student is around here. Ginny Weasley's boyfriend, Stephen Bridges is here as well. He's Death Eater too. Let's just hope everything would be normal after the ceremony. I reckon I could still handle the situation here. No need to think about you coming here any time soon. Take care.
Draco
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Draco tied the rolled parchment to his owl. He knew that the weather was bad for owls to be sending mails aruond. But this is urgent. He had no one else to talk to. He wasn't even sure if he could talk to Stephen.
A knock came from the door and Narcissa entered. She looked to see if Draco was still feeling sick.
"Draco, why did you have to choose Hermione Granger as your wife?", Narcissa asked
"What? I never told she was the girl I was referring to a while ago"
"You can't lie to me Draco, even if you're good at it. You see, it is only this morning I was informed of the occurring prophecy, you know, I'm under the Imperius curse the whole time, so I don't know much of what's happening outside. For one thing, you wouldn't bargain her safety over being a person you don't want to become if you don't love her. Am I right?"
"Fine. I was considering marrying her, but we're not committed yet and I know she still loves Potter"
"Potter you say? Must be terrible. But I expect you'll do omething about it soon. Your marriage might help you overcome the trials of the said curse. I shouldn't be helping you with this. Your father might lock me up in the dungeon for a week again, but I'm your mother, and I want what's best for you"
"Mother, father has been abusing you? How come you never got away from this house?"
"Don't worry about me. I love him Draco, and nothing can change that. He may be tired from work when he hurts me as he comes home. Well, he's been nice lately as he has not forgotten to cast the Imperius on me"
Draco respected her mother more for what she revealed. He saw how love has made her blind to all the negatives things that came in between.
"I don't believe this! I can report him to the Ministry as soon as I come back to Hogwarts"
"Please don't. I told you, there's nothing to worry about. And there's nothing in love that can separate me from your father. And I tell you son, if you do love Hermione Granger, stand up for her, especially now that you'll have to overcome the curse. By the way, you get ready now. In a quarter before midnight, you should be down at the dungeon. I wish you good luck. . .and blessed be your hands Draco"
Narcissa kissed both Draco's hands. Draco stared at his mother noncholantly.
"Mother, don't give your blessing to these hands. Forgive me. . .I shall kill father with these hands you've just kissed"
~Disclaimer: same as usual
Kindly R&R! Thanks to those who posted their reviews!. . . and the e-mails as well
Chapter 13 Arbitrarily
***Draco***
*****************************
Friday came in fast and first subject in the morning: Divination for Harry, Ron, and Ginny,and Muggle Studies for Hermione. She had a special schedule for Divination to make way for her job as Head Girl.
Students were walking along the corridor head merrily to the classrooms they were due in. no wonder. After the examinations, they will be going back to their families to celebrate the holidays with them.
And even if Draco was one of them, he did not join in the festive air. He could only wish that nothing of what's happening is actually happening. He wasn't like any other student in Hogwarts. He is Draco Malfoy, the Heir of Salazar Slytherin, a full-pledged Animagus, cursed by the legendary Three Drak Witches to suffer with the beautiful Lioness in the person of Hermione Granger. And that's not all. His rival was Harry Potter, who was Hermione's boyfriend.
*****************************
Draco headed for the dungeons deep in thought. He walked musingly, absent- minded. Draco must have walked straight into a couple of third year students without him knowing. He was drowned in a rampage of dilemma.
He entered Snape's classroom with most of the students already inside. It was a good thing his cronies were not around to disturb him. They're caught up talking with Pansy on how Draco was acting rather unusual these past months.
"Must be busy with Head Boy stuff and strategies for Quidditch", they said to themselves.
Draco took a seat at the last row to the left and placed a couple of books at his side, which, in a few seconds fell to the floor. Everyone looked at him, but he didn't notice them staring. He was too busy to care.
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Dinner came and students filled themselves before they would come back home the next day. As the meal was through, students started coming out, reducing their number inside the Great Hall. The hall was decorated with drapes of green leaves and mistletoes. The Christmas trees gave a joyful glow to the room.
In a distance, Stephen was seen headed to Harry's side of the table. Ginny, who saw him walking their way, looked at the other side of the table to avoid Stephen's look. Then he was there,
"Ginny, I'm terribly sorry, I really have to go, important business to attend to, you know. Yes, I've promised to stay around but this thing I'm attending to is urgent. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you when I get back", Stephen said with a wink.
Stephen bent down to kiss Ginny on the cheek with his dark brown hair swinging afront his face. Then he resumed position.
"Harry, you take care of yourself and Hemrione. Don't let anything some in your way! Goodbye. . . "
Stephen culminated his way out to the hallways.
All four of them mouth-opened, stared at his figure getting farther by the second.
"What was that all about Harry? I reckon you haven't talked to him personally, have you?", Ron asked looking at Ginny, rather than Harry.
"I haven't. . . that's odd. But the way he talks. . . he reminds me of someone. . .", Harry answered.
Hermione was about to ask who when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Draco? What do you need?"
Draco leaned towards her to speak in a whispre-like manner.
"Dumbledore wants to see us at 8:30. Maybe we could come up together"
"Alright. . .you could join us here", Hermione mouthed as she felt eyes looking their way
Draco gave her a questioning look. On the other hand, Ron bet that Draco wouldn't even want to sit with them
"Hermione, I'd rather not. Snape's looking this way and I don't want him to suspect anything or he'll tell my father about this. Snape could screw things up pretty badly", Draco replied as he nodded to each of them before he left the hall.
He was about to turn for the dungeons when a voice came from the shadows.
"Young Malfoy,watch your back wherever you go. Look after Hemrione whilst she's around, especially with your father. See you around"
The shadow vanished and Draco stood still, trying to decipher what the person said and who it was. The voice was awfully familiar but it took him to recognize the owner of the voice.
It was Stephen Bridges.
************************************
Draco and Hermione went to see Dumbeldore. The old man pretty much repeated the situation over again and gave pointers to Draco before they were dismissed.
************************************
Saturday morning felt colder to anyone who was concerned about the prophecy, especially Draco, who'll come face to face with his worst nightmare---his father.
Draco was fetched by Narcissa from King's Cross' station to the Malfoy estate. Six house elves welcomed him. His thick fur coat wasn't able to contain the cold temperature that was coming out of his body. He felt sick.
Draco went to his bedroom and took off his coat. His room was becoming indifferent ti him. The room was cold to him for it lacked the portrait that once hung on his wall at the foot of his bed. There was no one there to comfort him. . .only if he allowed hemrione to come along with him, he wouldn't feel as bad. . .so bad that his pale face was slowly turning into a bluish green.
He made a run for it to the toilet and he threw up. He looked at his face by the mirror and he saw a sickly-looking boy in front of him.
He dragged himself to this bed and he easily fell asleep.
**************************************
Draco awoke at around 9:30 in the evening and much to his surprise, his father wasn't in his room to kick him out of bed to join them for dinner. Since he was already feeling hungry, Draco fixed himself a bit and went downstairs only to witness about a dozen high-ranking Death Eaters at the table.
One by one, they stood up grinning at the sight of Draco, as he was motioned by his father to come closer.
"Son, I want you to meet my colleagues. My fellow DeathEaters, this is my son, Draco Malfoy"
Each of them nodded at Draco without him nodding back. He sat beside his mother quietly and wanted to eat at once.
"So, Draco, have you known the lucky girl that you would wed soon? You have limited time before that time comes", Lucius asked
"I think so", Draco replied arrogantly, hating his father more by the second.
"Very well. I wish to inform you that Death Eater's ceremony would be tonight, to make you one of us. . .", Lucius' responded
Draco was about to stand up, without touching his food at all, when a someone who looked the same age as he was entered the room.
"Draco, this is Stephen Bridges. I assume you've seen him around Hogwarts"
Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Stephen must be the youngest Death Eater by the table
"Yes, I had. Will all of you excuse me, I'm not hungry. . .and I will not become one of you!"
Draco stood at once when a hand caught his wirst as he was pulled back down.
"You will! Not unless you want Ms. Granger badly beaten, or dead, when you come back to Hogwarts"
Lucius won.
If Hermione was the price at stake, he would buy it. But now, he needs to owl Hermione. He didn't expect the ceremony as soon as he arrived. With one last word, Draco said "Excuse me, I have to go", and nodded to them.
Draco ran up to his room and wrote at once, wishing Hermione could still understand his handwriting.
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Hermione,
How are you? I'm sorry to break it like this but Death Eaters' ceremony will be held tonight. I sort of agreed since Lucius threatened me of your safety. I can't afford to lose you. My apologies, but I have to do this. I can't lose you right now. I need you to help me through this. I feel terribly alone here. Much to my surprise, another student is around here. Ginny Weasley's boyfriend, Stephen Bridges is here as well. He's Death Eater too. Let's just hope everything would be normal after the ceremony. I reckon I could still handle the situation here. No need to think about you coming here any time soon. Take care.
Draco
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Draco tied the rolled parchment to his owl. He knew that the weather was bad for owls to be sending mails aruond. But this is urgent. He had no one else to talk to. He wasn't even sure if he could talk to Stephen.
A knock came from the door and Narcissa entered. She looked to see if Draco was still feeling sick.
"Draco, why did you have to choose Hermione Granger as your wife?", Narcissa asked
"What? I never told she was the girl I was referring to a while ago"
"You can't lie to me Draco, even if you're good at it. You see, it is only this morning I was informed of the occurring prophecy, you know, I'm under the Imperius curse the whole time, so I don't know much of what's happening outside. For one thing, you wouldn't bargain her safety over being a person you don't want to become if you don't love her. Am I right?"
"Fine. I was considering marrying her, but we're not committed yet and I know she still loves Potter"
"Potter you say? Must be terrible. But I expect you'll do omething about it soon. Your marriage might help you overcome the trials of the said curse. I shouldn't be helping you with this. Your father might lock me up in the dungeon for a week again, but I'm your mother, and I want what's best for you"
"Mother, father has been abusing you? How come you never got away from this house?"
"Don't worry about me. I love him Draco, and nothing can change that. He may be tired from work when he hurts me as he comes home. Well, he's been nice lately as he has not forgotten to cast the Imperius on me"
Draco respected her mother more for what she revealed. He saw how love has made her blind to all the negatives things that came in between.
"I don't believe this! I can report him to the Ministry as soon as I come back to Hogwarts"
"Please don't. I told you, there's nothing to worry about. And there's nothing in love that can separate me from your father. And I tell you son, if you do love Hermione Granger, stand up for her, especially now that you'll have to overcome the curse. By the way, you get ready now. In a quarter before midnight, you should be down at the dungeon. I wish you good luck. . .and blessed be your hands Draco"
Narcissa kissed both Draco's hands. Draco stared at his mother noncholantly.
"Mother, don't give your blessing to these hands. Forgive me. . .I shall kill father with these hands you've just kissed"
~Disclaimer: same as usual
Kindly R&R! Thanks to those who posted their reviews!. . . and the e-mails as well