Hermione studied the room she was in, it was mostly red and gold odd for a
Slytherin to have in his home, and she saw one window large and open.
"He must be tempting me!" she briefly thought of escape but decided against
it once she weighed Ron and Harry's life against her freedom. Al least the
room was nice and Malfoy had ruled out rape, so maybe this wasn't going to
be so bad.
Malfoy sat in his room, depressed at what he had done. "This is ridiculous" he thought out load. Just then he heard a knock. It was his father.
"I see you have the mud blood" he said coolly
"Father, please stop calling her that, she has a name" Malfoy began to plead
"Why, that's what she is, besides you did it" his father began to raise his tone
"Yes I did" he looked down at his hands, ashamed "but its all different now, I really like her! Did you see here she's beautiful?"
"Your mother was beautiful to! But forget it, call her what you like, but if you go on like this you don't disserve to be called my son! Feeling for a mud blood, lust I can barely understand, but to say you love her! Preposterous! You should have killed potter and Weasly and then taken her!" Malfoy's father turned with a swipe of his cape out of the room.
Hermione turned the golden knob on the red door, she walked briskly through the hall way but then bumped into Draco, who was distraught by what his father had said to him. He looked at Hermione and wondered why he was going through this much trouble just for her. "I would like to" he stuttered something about her made him look his grace "I would like to request your presence at dinner, please- please dress nic- appropriately"
Hermione looked at his quizzically, this was not like him to be this nervous, something was going on, and this was more that what he pretended it to be; he had made her room spectacularly comfortable, he was not trying to harm her, yet. Yes this was very interesting.
"I will attend" was all she said, but decided to blow him a kiss; maybe, she figured if I give him a little, he will not get desperate.
Draco's father watched his son's reaction to the romantic gesture, disgusted at the red tint of his face. He had to admit she was pretty, but this was not like him, he had trained his some to be cold and cruel, what had gone wrong?
Sorry so short! I promise next time will be longer!
Btw: my older brother is in the armed forces currently serving in Iraq, even if you do not believe in the cause of conflict, can you please keep him and all of the men and women serving at this moment, no matter what your faith.
Malfoy sat in his room, depressed at what he had done. "This is ridiculous" he thought out load. Just then he heard a knock. It was his father.
"I see you have the mud blood" he said coolly
"Father, please stop calling her that, she has a name" Malfoy began to plead
"Why, that's what she is, besides you did it" his father began to raise his tone
"Yes I did" he looked down at his hands, ashamed "but its all different now, I really like her! Did you see here she's beautiful?"
"Your mother was beautiful to! But forget it, call her what you like, but if you go on like this you don't disserve to be called my son! Feeling for a mud blood, lust I can barely understand, but to say you love her! Preposterous! You should have killed potter and Weasly and then taken her!" Malfoy's father turned with a swipe of his cape out of the room.
Hermione turned the golden knob on the red door, she walked briskly through the hall way but then bumped into Draco, who was distraught by what his father had said to him. He looked at Hermione and wondered why he was going through this much trouble just for her. "I would like to" he stuttered something about her made him look his grace "I would like to request your presence at dinner, please- please dress nic- appropriately"
Hermione looked at his quizzically, this was not like him to be this nervous, something was going on, and this was more that what he pretended it to be; he had made her room spectacularly comfortable, he was not trying to harm her, yet. Yes this was very interesting.
"I will attend" was all she said, but decided to blow him a kiss; maybe, she figured if I give him a little, he will not get desperate.
Draco's father watched his son's reaction to the romantic gesture, disgusted at the red tint of his face. He had to admit she was pretty, but this was not like him, he had trained his some to be cold and cruel, what had gone wrong?
Sorry so short! I promise next time will be longer!
Btw: my older brother is in the armed forces currently serving in Iraq, even if you do not believe in the cause of conflict, can you please keep him and all of the men and women serving at this moment, no matter what your faith.