Ahh! I'm soo sorry that it took me this long to update! I really had a hard time getting this chapter done! It took me like 3 hours last night to get this done... man it just was not coming to me! I know what I want to happen in this story, but I seem to be having trouble lately getting it onto paper!
But, I AM done with my ACT test!! wooot! I think I actually did pretty well! ^_^ Plus I got my rough draft research paper in for English done and turned in! And you know what that means! Maybe my brain won't be so fried from all of that stress that I can actually start writing chapters again that I like! LoL
I'm going to shut up now and let you read... but once again I do not like how this chapter turned out AT ALL and once I am done with this story completely I am sure there will be a revised version! LoL Okay, onto the chapter!
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~*Chapter 5*~
"Good, good Hermione!" Malfoy cheered. "You're learning quickly!"
Hermione beamed at Malfoy, receiving an encouraging smile back. She was getting very good at all of the spells that Malfoy and the Death Eaters were teaching her. She had started out with simple spells in which she had performed perfectly on her first few tries. Hermione's memory of spells and how to cast them had been buried deep inside of her, but once she had been introduced to them again, her memory was as fresh as ever. Within a few hours, Hermione had learned hundreds and hundreds of spells, all of which she was able to perform flawlessly.
Hermione looked at the wand she was holding and knew that it was hers; her hand held it and it fit just right. Earlier that morning, she and the Death Eaters had broken into her house back with her parents and stole back all of her old magic things that had been carefully locked up and hidden in the attic. She had felt so much hatred towards her parents for keeping everything away from her, that she hardly felt pain as she watched her parents murdered at the hands of the other Death Eaters. Her little sister had not been there, though… probably spending the night at her friend's house.
Hermione had spent the rest of the morning looking through all of her spell books in her trunk, amazed at all of the stuff she had forgotten. She sorted through all of her other miscellaneous school items such as her Slytherin scarf and robes, and photos of her and her friends. Malfoy had gone through the items with her, telling her about all of the people in the pictures and about some experiences they had at Hogwarts. Hermione's best friend at the school had been a girl named Pansy Parkinson, along side with Malfoy of course. They used to explore the castle at night all the time, along with finding ways to get even with Potter and Weasley. Malfoy told Hermione that all of their friends at Hogwarts were now in the Death Eaters, so Pansy came for a while to visit with Hermione. But the whole time Hermione felt as though something was wrong. She felt uncomfortable around Pansy; and rather than feeling like they had been friends before, Hermione felt a great dislike towards the woman. Pansy seemed distant and acted like she was being forced to be friends with Hermione, and that just didn't seem right.
"Hermione??" Malfoy said, waving his hand in front of her face. "Hello?"
Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and smiled, embarrassed for having daydreamed. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking."
Malfoy raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless told everyone to leave the room to give Hermione a break. "You've already learned more than I thought you would be now, so we can stop for today." He turned to leave the room, but Hermione asked if he could stay so that she could ask him a few questions. He simply shrugged and sat down next to her, ready to listen.
Hermione smiled to herself for how good of a friend he was for putting up with the millions of questions she was asking. "Well," she began, "I've been wanting to ask you this all day, but I wanted to wait until the right time to do it." She paused a second before continuing. "You see, I had this dream last night about Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. It was the strangest thing because it goes against practically everything you have told me so far. In my dream, I had gone into a boy's dormitory and knew that they were in my year. I don't know how I knew this, but I know that I am not wrong about it. Anyways, when I looked into the beds, I found Weasley and Potter. I then went into the girl's room of the same year and found my seventeen-year-old self there. But you told me that we were in different houses from those two, so how could I have been there with them? And there's more… when I looked at Ron Weasley… I felt something. Not hatred or loathing, but a peaceful and..a loving feeling… one of which I have never felt before. I even blushed! What does this dream mean Draco?"
Hermione took a deep breath and looked at Malfoy, hoping that he would have a logical answer… because she certainly didn't. The dream had felt so right to her, but then so did Malfoy and their friendship.
He hesitated for a second and then replied, "I know exactly why you had this dream and felt that way. Ron Weasley must know that you are back with us now. He knew that you had lost your memory, so now he is trying to confuse you with what I have told you about your past. He must have cast a spell on you, or something like it, to cause you to have a dream like that with those feelings."
Hermione nodded her head, determined to not believe in the dream that she had had. She didn't want Malfoy to think she was weak in believing such nonsense, so she told him not to worry and that she would not give a second thought to any more of those dreams, if they should happen again.
Malfoy stood up and held out his hand. "C'mon. I want to teach you how to play a really cool game called Quidditch." Hermione gave him a warm smile, took his hand, and followed him out of the room.
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"So you didn't go busting into the Malfoy Mansion and try to take on everything by yourself?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"No, but I sure thought about it. I would have done it too, but I tried to think what was best for Hermione over what my temper was telling me to do." Ron plumped down in a chair after he had been telling Harry everything that had happened for the past ten minutes. "I just wish that I could have saved her before Malfoy had first taken her. What do you think he wants with her?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me, mate. But we better find out quickly before Hermione gets hurt."
Ron looked at his watch and sighed. "We better get into work before we're late."
And with that, the two friends disapparated, not knowing that Hermione would soon be tricked into doing a most terrible thing.
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Hermione and Malfoy sat by a tree on the manor grounds, laughing so hard that their stomachs ached. The afternoon had been a memorable one of playing Quidditch and enjoying each other's company; they had been out so long that the sun was now starting to go down, turning the sky into beautiful colors of orange, red, and yellow. Malfoy looked over at Hermione and smiled, admiring her and realizing how much fun she was. He quickly snapped himself back into reality, wondering what the crap he was thinking. Was he actually… liking this Mudblood??
'No, that would be incredibly stupid,' thought Malfoy. 'I'm only being nice to this filthy Mudblood so that I can use her to bring back the Dark Lord and my father, along with the other trapped Death Eaters. Only she can do it. That is the single reason why I am even *tolerating* this idiot to be in my presence.'
"Draco?" Hermione said with concern. "Are you okay? You look like something is bothering you."
Malfoy pushed the thoughts from his mind and replied, "Yes, yes. I'm fine. Let's go inside though… I'm feeling a bit tired."
"Yeah, alright." Hermione agreed, but not convinced that Malfoy had told her the truth.
They headed up to the manor and Malfoy bid Hermione good night before returning to his own room. Pansy Parkinson was waiting for him at his bedroom door with a look of pure disgust.
"WHY did you spend all day with that… that… freak?!" Pansy screamed with rage. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're actually *enjoying* her company! Are you turning against us all now and not going to follow through with our plan??"
"Relax," Malfoy said coolly. "I'm getting her warmed up to our side so that she will have loyalty to us. Trust me, I definitely don't enjoy being in the company of that Mudblood. Once Granger does her job, we will dispose of her."
"Good. I will personally see that it gets done myself when the time comes." Pansy smiled, winked at him, and then walked away. Malfoy watched her go and then rolled his eyes as he went into his room. What a ludicrous thing to think? He, Draco Malfoy, caring for Hermione Granger?? Impossible… right?…
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Ron stared at the paper in front of him, clearly not soaking in any of the information. He looked over at Harry, who seemed to be having a hard time concentrating as well. They both sighed, knowing that they could not work properly until they helped Hermione. Putting the papers into their desks, they decided to make Hermione's rescue their number one priority. This was Auror work right? Well even if it wasn't exactly what they were supposed to do for their job, Ron and Harry were going to risk it anyways. The Malfoy Manor was always under Ministry watch by the Aurors anyways, so going there should not seem unusual.
There was a knock at the door and Seamus Finnigan came in, a worried look on his face.
"What is it?" Harry asked, wondering what it could possibly be.
"My dad was watching the muggle news this afternoon, considering he is one, and a report came on it that I know would interest you guys. I couldn't believe it when he first told me… I don't know what could have happened…it's just so sudden and strange…"
"Spill it," said Ron impatiently.
Seamus hesitated and answered, "You know Hermione Granger? Well her house was broken into this morning. There was no sign of forced entry, which must mean that it was broken into magically. Her parents were found dead, but Hermione was missing from the house. Nobody really knows what happened. The reporters on the muggle news said that a friend of the family had spoken to Hermione's mum the night before; Hermione had been missing that night as well when the two mothers had been talking. What do you reckon? Hermione hasn't been in contact with the magical world for six years. What could possibly have happened to her?"
Harry and Ron were both quiet, in shock of hearing the news about Hermione's parents. Did she know that Malfoy and the Death Eaters had done this?? They had to get her back quick, before anything else could happen.
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Well?? Haha.... I didn't like it myself, but I figured that this was better than another week without an update! Please review so that I can feel inspired to write better and know that atleast a few people are liking my story!
BTW, thank you SO much to my regular reviewers- RussellGrl15, Vels, Shorty, AerinBrown, and CountessKathleen!!! Man you guys are seriously the best! ^___________^ And all the other reivews I didn't mention are waaay awesome too!
But, I AM done with my ACT test!! wooot! I think I actually did pretty well! ^_^ Plus I got my rough draft research paper in for English done and turned in! And you know what that means! Maybe my brain won't be so fried from all of that stress that I can actually start writing chapters again that I like! LoL
I'm going to shut up now and let you read... but once again I do not like how this chapter turned out AT ALL and once I am done with this story completely I am sure there will be a revised version! LoL Okay, onto the chapter!
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~*Chapter 5*~
"Good, good Hermione!" Malfoy cheered. "You're learning quickly!"
Hermione beamed at Malfoy, receiving an encouraging smile back. She was getting very good at all of the spells that Malfoy and the Death Eaters were teaching her. She had started out with simple spells in which she had performed perfectly on her first few tries. Hermione's memory of spells and how to cast them had been buried deep inside of her, but once she had been introduced to them again, her memory was as fresh as ever. Within a few hours, Hermione had learned hundreds and hundreds of spells, all of which she was able to perform flawlessly.
Hermione looked at the wand she was holding and knew that it was hers; her hand held it and it fit just right. Earlier that morning, she and the Death Eaters had broken into her house back with her parents and stole back all of her old magic things that had been carefully locked up and hidden in the attic. She had felt so much hatred towards her parents for keeping everything away from her, that she hardly felt pain as she watched her parents murdered at the hands of the other Death Eaters. Her little sister had not been there, though… probably spending the night at her friend's house.
Hermione had spent the rest of the morning looking through all of her spell books in her trunk, amazed at all of the stuff she had forgotten. She sorted through all of her other miscellaneous school items such as her Slytherin scarf and robes, and photos of her and her friends. Malfoy had gone through the items with her, telling her about all of the people in the pictures and about some experiences they had at Hogwarts. Hermione's best friend at the school had been a girl named Pansy Parkinson, along side with Malfoy of course. They used to explore the castle at night all the time, along with finding ways to get even with Potter and Weasley. Malfoy told Hermione that all of their friends at Hogwarts were now in the Death Eaters, so Pansy came for a while to visit with Hermione. But the whole time Hermione felt as though something was wrong. She felt uncomfortable around Pansy; and rather than feeling like they had been friends before, Hermione felt a great dislike towards the woman. Pansy seemed distant and acted like she was being forced to be friends with Hermione, and that just didn't seem right.
"Hermione??" Malfoy said, waving his hand in front of her face. "Hello?"
Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and smiled, embarrassed for having daydreamed. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking."
Malfoy raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless told everyone to leave the room to give Hermione a break. "You've already learned more than I thought you would be now, so we can stop for today." He turned to leave the room, but Hermione asked if he could stay so that she could ask him a few questions. He simply shrugged and sat down next to her, ready to listen.
Hermione smiled to herself for how good of a friend he was for putting up with the millions of questions she was asking. "Well," she began, "I've been wanting to ask you this all day, but I wanted to wait until the right time to do it." She paused a second before continuing. "You see, I had this dream last night about Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. It was the strangest thing because it goes against practically everything you have told me so far. In my dream, I had gone into a boy's dormitory and knew that they were in my year. I don't know how I knew this, but I know that I am not wrong about it. Anyways, when I looked into the beds, I found Weasley and Potter. I then went into the girl's room of the same year and found my seventeen-year-old self there. But you told me that we were in different houses from those two, so how could I have been there with them? And there's more… when I looked at Ron Weasley… I felt something. Not hatred or loathing, but a peaceful and..a loving feeling… one of which I have never felt before. I even blushed! What does this dream mean Draco?"
Hermione took a deep breath and looked at Malfoy, hoping that he would have a logical answer… because she certainly didn't. The dream had felt so right to her, but then so did Malfoy and their friendship.
He hesitated for a second and then replied, "I know exactly why you had this dream and felt that way. Ron Weasley must know that you are back with us now. He knew that you had lost your memory, so now he is trying to confuse you with what I have told you about your past. He must have cast a spell on you, or something like it, to cause you to have a dream like that with those feelings."
Hermione nodded her head, determined to not believe in the dream that she had had. She didn't want Malfoy to think she was weak in believing such nonsense, so she told him not to worry and that she would not give a second thought to any more of those dreams, if they should happen again.
Malfoy stood up and held out his hand. "C'mon. I want to teach you how to play a really cool game called Quidditch." Hermione gave him a warm smile, took his hand, and followed him out of the room.
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"So you didn't go busting into the Malfoy Mansion and try to take on everything by yourself?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"No, but I sure thought about it. I would have done it too, but I tried to think what was best for Hermione over what my temper was telling me to do." Ron plumped down in a chair after he had been telling Harry everything that had happened for the past ten minutes. "I just wish that I could have saved her before Malfoy had first taken her. What do you think he wants with her?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me, mate. But we better find out quickly before Hermione gets hurt."
Ron looked at his watch and sighed. "We better get into work before we're late."
And with that, the two friends disapparated, not knowing that Hermione would soon be tricked into doing a most terrible thing.
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Hermione and Malfoy sat by a tree on the manor grounds, laughing so hard that their stomachs ached. The afternoon had been a memorable one of playing Quidditch and enjoying each other's company; they had been out so long that the sun was now starting to go down, turning the sky into beautiful colors of orange, red, and yellow. Malfoy looked over at Hermione and smiled, admiring her and realizing how much fun she was. He quickly snapped himself back into reality, wondering what the crap he was thinking. Was he actually… liking this Mudblood??
'No, that would be incredibly stupid,' thought Malfoy. 'I'm only being nice to this filthy Mudblood so that I can use her to bring back the Dark Lord and my father, along with the other trapped Death Eaters. Only she can do it. That is the single reason why I am even *tolerating* this idiot to be in my presence.'
"Draco?" Hermione said with concern. "Are you okay? You look like something is bothering you."
Malfoy pushed the thoughts from his mind and replied, "Yes, yes. I'm fine. Let's go inside though… I'm feeling a bit tired."
"Yeah, alright." Hermione agreed, but not convinced that Malfoy had told her the truth.
They headed up to the manor and Malfoy bid Hermione good night before returning to his own room. Pansy Parkinson was waiting for him at his bedroom door with a look of pure disgust.
"WHY did you spend all day with that… that… freak?!" Pansy screamed with rage. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're actually *enjoying* her company! Are you turning against us all now and not going to follow through with our plan??"
"Relax," Malfoy said coolly. "I'm getting her warmed up to our side so that she will have loyalty to us. Trust me, I definitely don't enjoy being in the company of that Mudblood. Once Granger does her job, we will dispose of her."
"Good. I will personally see that it gets done myself when the time comes." Pansy smiled, winked at him, and then walked away. Malfoy watched her go and then rolled his eyes as he went into his room. What a ludicrous thing to think? He, Draco Malfoy, caring for Hermione Granger?? Impossible… right?…
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Ron stared at the paper in front of him, clearly not soaking in any of the information. He looked over at Harry, who seemed to be having a hard time concentrating as well. They both sighed, knowing that they could not work properly until they helped Hermione. Putting the papers into their desks, they decided to make Hermione's rescue their number one priority. This was Auror work right? Well even if it wasn't exactly what they were supposed to do for their job, Ron and Harry were going to risk it anyways. The Malfoy Manor was always under Ministry watch by the Aurors anyways, so going there should not seem unusual.
There was a knock at the door and Seamus Finnigan came in, a worried look on his face.
"What is it?" Harry asked, wondering what it could possibly be.
"My dad was watching the muggle news this afternoon, considering he is one, and a report came on it that I know would interest you guys. I couldn't believe it when he first told me… I don't know what could have happened…it's just so sudden and strange…"
"Spill it," said Ron impatiently.
Seamus hesitated and answered, "You know Hermione Granger? Well her house was broken into this morning. There was no sign of forced entry, which must mean that it was broken into magically. Her parents were found dead, but Hermione was missing from the house. Nobody really knows what happened. The reporters on the muggle news said that a friend of the family had spoken to Hermione's mum the night before; Hermione had been missing that night as well when the two mothers had been talking. What do you reckon? Hermione hasn't been in contact with the magical world for six years. What could possibly have happened to her?"
Harry and Ron were both quiet, in shock of hearing the news about Hermione's parents. Did she know that Malfoy and the Death Eaters had done this?? They had to get her back quick, before anything else could happen.
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Well?? Haha.... I didn't like it myself, but I figured that this was better than another week without an update! Please review so that I can feel inspired to write better and know that atleast a few people are liking my story!
BTW, thank you SO much to my regular reviewers- RussellGrl15, Vels, Shorty, AerinBrown, and CountessKathleen!!! Man you guys are seriously the best! ^___________^ And all the other reivews I didn't mention are waaay awesome too!