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A/N: hi there! Sorry this has taken awhile to put up! Itz been kinda craze-e these past few months wit exams and all. Ne wayz, herez the latest chapter! I hope it was worth the wait!!! thanx to everyone that reviewed! Y'all truly inspire me to rite more! Keep those reviews coming! Enjoy the chapter!
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"Hermione! You're alright!" He cried out.
"Of course I'm alright! Are you okay?" She asked, racing down the stairs to where Draco held in leg, obviously in pain.
"Yeah I'm fine," he winced, making his way to the couch.
"What happened?" Hermione sat next to him.
"I ran into the table," he said. She giggled quietly as she ran her fingers over the forming bruise.
"Why did you ask if I was alright?" She asked.
"Oh, uh...because just before I entered, I heard some sort of crash," he lied, "I thought something happened in here."
"Hmmm," she spoke, "I don't think I heard anything."
"I must have imagined it, or you were studying too hard to have heard it!"
She smiled, "Which reminds me, I have to finish up that Potions essay from Snape tomorrow."
She kissed him on the corner of his mouth and after conjuring up an ice pack fro him, she headed back to her studies.
That night, Draco slept with his bedroom door ajar, so he could hear any suspicious noise from outside his room.
Back in the Gryffindor tower, Ron and Harry had just finished their Potions essay and were both asleep by 12:30am. Harry slept only an hour before abruptly waking up after yet another dream. This time he could see the room better, but didn't know how long the image would last. Harry put on his glasses and pulled out an extra piece of parchment, where he sketched out a rough drawing of the room where Voldemort was hidden. He studied it closer after a bit, trying to recognize the place. It looked vaguely familiar, but Harry just couldn't put a finger on it. He fell asleep again, the drawing laying underneath his glasses on the night stand.
' It's only a matter of time,' Harry's last thoughts buried deep into his mind.
It was already the last weekend of May, and with only three weeks left until graduation, Hermione and Ginny returned once more to Hogsmeade to find the perfect dress for Hermione to wear.
"My parents just sent me money to buy a dress," Hermione told Ginny.
"Did you already exchange the muggle money?" Ginny asked, referring to the new Ministry system which exchanged muggle money into wizards money and vice versa. The system had been put in to accommodate the ever growing population of muggle or half-muggle wizards and witches in the wizarding world.
"Ummhmm," Hermione answered. They headed back into the same store they were at months before and instantly began trying on dresses. Hermione had found a beautiful black gown that fit into her budget, but couldn't find the size, so she and Ginny continued to search. An hour later, Ginny held a dress up from its rack to show Hermione.
"Oh Ginny, it's gorgeous!" Hermione commented, lifting the gown from Ginny's arms. Hermione locked herself in the change room and came out minutes later.
"Wow Hermione!" Ginny mouthed, "You're gonna knock everyone off their feet!"
Hermione blushed as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The dark scarlet halter gown fit snug onto Hermione's body, outlining her soft, hour-glass figure. The material was a beautiful silk that flowed down to the floor, elegantly dragging behind her. The dress had no back to it, giving it a sexy edge, and with no patterns stitched to the dress, it gave Hermione a chic and sophisticated look.
"You really think this is the one?" She asked. Ginny only nodded. Hermione got out of the dress and payed for it, then she and Ginny went on to find matching shoes. Hermione decided on a pair of black strap stiletto sandals and the two witches headed back after a quick dinner at the Three Broomsticks.
"Thanks a lot Ginny for finding me that dress! It's absolutely perfect!" Hermione called out before heading into her tower.
"No problem Hermione! You look great in it!"
Hermione snuck the dress into her room, hiding it in her closet, wanting to keep the dress a surprise. It was already past eight as Hermione sent of letters to both her parents, thanking them for the money and that she was able to find a dress. She then headed down to the common room where Draco sat, reading the Daily Prophet. She cuddled into him, as they both relaxed.
Ron stood in front of the portrait to the Heads Tower, huffing, clutching onto a piece of parchment.
"Are you alright there lad?" The male figure of the portrait spoke.
"I need to speak to Hermione," Ron was still trying to catch his breath.
"Not without a password ya don't," the man said calmly.
"This is important!" Ron's face flushed as his voice got louder. The mother of the portrait gathered her two small frightened children and headed to the back of the portrait, hugging them tightly.
"If it's important, you'd know the password!"
"I need to speak with her NOW!!" Ron yelled. The little girl began to wail.
"Yer scaring the wee one laddy! I ask that ya stop this immediately!" The father was getting just as angry.
"Then let me in!"
"Not without the PASSWORD!!" Now both children were crying.
"Mikey! Stop yer yelling!" The mother told her husband.
"I'm not letting this lad get in!" The man looked at his wife and children.
"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" Ron screamed, pounding his fist on the portrait. The man and his family covered their ears and were tossed around as their tiny living room portrait became the target of a ludicrous act.
"HERMIONE!" With each time Ron screamed out her name, the children wailed louder.
"I beg to ya to stop laddy!" The woman begged, "My wee ones are deeply frightened by yer actions!"
"I want to speak to Hermione then," Ron brought his voice down.
"No," the man refused, "Albus Dumbledore put me here for a reason."
"HEMIONE!" Ron yelled, even louder.
"Mikey for Merlin's sake! Let the lad in! 'Tis not worth the death of us all!" The wife pleaded, walking to her husband.
"No!" From inside, both Draco and Hermione heard the commotion. Hermione got up and opened the door.
"Ron! What are you doing here?" Hermione opened the door wider and let the frantic red-head inside.
"Harry! They've got Harry!" Ron grabbed Hermione's shoulders.
"Who's got Harry Ron?" Hermione's voice shook, "What's going on?"
"Harry had those dreams again," Ron spilled, not caring that Draco was standing right there.
"What?!" Hermione exclaimed, "But-but-"
"I know, Harry didn't want you to know. Didn't want too many people involved. Said he didn't want the same fate as Cedric to happen to anyone else."
"Who took him Ron?" Hermione began to breath harder, scared for her friends life.
"The Dark Lord and-and," Ron stuttered, trying to breath.
"And who Ron?"
"And Lucious," Ron turned to face Draco, giving him the dirtiest look ever.
' He was here for business,' Draco thought, ' ...I should have known.'
"Draco, you've got to do something! You've got to help us find him!" Hermione pleaded, laying her hand on his chest. Draco looked into her begging eyes. He knew his fathers strengths and combined with the Dark Lord, Draco knew Potter had no chance. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry Hermione. There's nothing I can do," he whispered.
"Draco please! You must know something! Please Draco!" Hermione clutched onto his shirt, tears welling in her eyes. Draco couldn't bear to watch the agony grow in her eyes.
"It's probably already too late Hermione," he touched her arm, but she backed off, shaking her head.
"No," she whispered harshly, "It's not too late. I thought you were different Draco, I really did. Turns out you're still just another Malfoy."
With one tear rolling down her cheek, she turned to Ron, "Let's go Ron."
The two ran off, as Draco stood here, his heart broken like a piece of cheap glass, tears forming in his own eyes.
Ron didn't have time to ask her what that was all about, as Hermione fired an assortment of questions at him.
"Where do you think they took him?" Hermione asked after making Ron tell her every bit of detail of Harry's dreams.
"Here," Ron gave her the parchment, "He drew this a few weeks ago, and told me this is where that Dark Lord was hiding. As far as I know, that was the last dream."
Hermione stopped in the dark corridor and pulled out her wand.
"Lumos," She whispered. She studied the map carefully.
"Um Hermione?" Ron asked, "What was-"
"I know where this is!" Hermione stopped him in mid-sentence, "This is the Shrieking Shack!"
"Are you sure?" Ron's eyes narrowed.
"Positive! This is the same room that we were in! I remember!" Hermione exclaimed. The two dashed ouf of one of the many hidden passages and ran straight into the Shrieking Shack. Once inside the house, they tip-toed across the floors, hearing voices from a room upstairs. They followed the raw voice up the stairs.
"So, I finally have the famous Harry Potter in my grasp yet again huh? Oh, this will be quite the pleasure, I assure you!"
The voice was small, and hardly powerful enough to sound intimidating, but the snake like sound of the voice sent chills down the backs of those who had feared him for so long. Lucius Malfoy stood by the Dark Lord with his wand, casting the Cruciatus Curse at Harry to show him that they were in command.
"You're still to weak to kill me!" Ron and Hermione heard Harry shoot back, "You can't even show your face to the world. If you were still half the wizard you used to be, you'd torment the world first before killing me!"
The voice shrieked in such a high pitch, Hermione and Ron had to close their ears before advancing any further.
"Foolish boy! You will wish you had never spoken! You'll see now what the power or Lord Voldemort will do to you! You'll soon be with your filthy mudblood Mother and filthy father!" Voldemort screamed.
"Go ahead! I'd rather be with them anyways!" Harry challenged.
"Avada-" Voldemort raised his wand.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hermione screamed, bursting through the door.
"Kedavra!" Voldemort finished as Hermione jumped in front of the spell.
"HERMIONE!" Draco cried, running in from out of nowhere, after her. A blinding green flash filled the room and as the smoke cleared, Hermione's body lay lifelessly on the floor.
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*dun dun dun* GASP...Hermione? Draco? Harry? My...I do wonder what will happen next...well I guess y'all will juss have to wait until the next chapter! But that chapter won't go up until you review! So keep those WONDERFUL reviews coming in, and I'll post the next chapter soon! (Oh and thanx again to everyone who reviewed! I'm up at 220 reviews, and that just makes me soooooooooooooo happy...!) Until next time! Keep those reviews comin' in! Ciao!
-Baby T
A/N: hi there! Sorry this has taken awhile to put up! Itz been kinda craze-e these past few months wit exams and all. Ne wayz, herez the latest chapter! I hope it was worth the wait!!! thanx to everyone that reviewed! Y'all truly inspire me to rite more! Keep those reviews coming! Enjoy the chapter!
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"Hermione! You're alright!" He cried out.
"Of course I'm alright! Are you okay?" She asked, racing down the stairs to where Draco held in leg, obviously in pain.
"Yeah I'm fine," he winced, making his way to the couch.
"What happened?" Hermione sat next to him.
"I ran into the table," he said. She giggled quietly as she ran her fingers over the forming bruise.
"Why did you ask if I was alright?" She asked.
"Oh, uh...because just before I entered, I heard some sort of crash," he lied, "I thought something happened in here."
"Hmmm," she spoke, "I don't think I heard anything."
"I must have imagined it, or you were studying too hard to have heard it!"
She smiled, "Which reminds me, I have to finish up that Potions essay from Snape tomorrow."
She kissed him on the corner of his mouth and after conjuring up an ice pack fro him, she headed back to her studies.
That night, Draco slept with his bedroom door ajar, so he could hear any suspicious noise from outside his room.
Back in the Gryffindor tower, Ron and Harry had just finished their Potions essay and were both asleep by 12:30am. Harry slept only an hour before abruptly waking up after yet another dream. This time he could see the room better, but didn't know how long the image would last. Harry put on his glasses and pulled out an extra piece of parchment, where he sketched out a rough drawing of the room where Voldemort was hidden. He studied it closer after a bit, trying to recognize the place. It looked vaguely familiar, but Harry just couldn't put a finger on it. He fell asleep again, the drawing laying underneath his glasses on the night stand.
' It's only a matter of time,' Harry's last thoughts buried deep into his mind.
It was already the last weekend of May, and with only three weeks left until graduation, Hermione and Ginny returned once more to Hogsmeade to find the perfect dress for Hermione to wear.
"My parents just sent me money to buy a dress," Hermione told Ginny.
"Did you already exchange the muggle money?" Ginny asked, referring to the new Ministry system which exchanged muggle money into wizards money and vice versa. The system had been put in to accommodate the ever growing population of muggle or half-muggle wizards and witches in the wizarding world.
"Ummhmm," Hermione answered. They headed back into the same store they were at months before and instantly began trying on dresses. Hermione had found a beautiful black gown that fit into her budget, but couldn't find the size, so she and Ginny continued to search. An hour later, Ginny held a dress up from its rack to show Hermione.
"Oh Ginny, it's gorgeous!" Hermione commented, lifting the gown from Ginny's arms. Hermione locked herself in the change room and came out minutes later.
"Wow Hermione!" Ginny mouthed, "You're gonna knock everyone off their feet!"
Hermione blushed as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The dark scarlet halter gown fit snug onto Hermione's body, outlining her soft, hour-glass figure. The material was a beautiful silk that flowed down to the floor, elegantly dragging behind her. The dress had no back to it, giving it a sexy edge, and with no patterns stitched to the dress, it gave Hermione a chic and sophisticated look.
"You really think this is the one?" She asked. Ginny only nodded. Hermione got out of the dress and payed for it, then she and Ginny went on to find matching shoes. Hermione decided on a pair of black strap stiletto sandals and the two witches headed back after a quick dinner at the Three Broomsticks.
"Thanks a lot Ginny for finding me that dress! It's absolutely perfect!" Hermione called out before heading into her tower.
"No problem Hermione! You look great in it!"
Hermione snuck the dress into her room, hiding it in her closet, wanting to keep the dress a surprise. It was already past eight as Hermione sent of letters to both her parents, thanking them for the money and that she was able to find a dress. She then headed down to the common room where Draco sat, reading the Daily Prophet. She cuddled into him, as they both relaxed.
Ron stood in front of the portrait to the Heads Tower, huffing, clutching onto a piece of parchment.
"Are you alright there lad?" The male figure of the portrait spoke.
"I need to speak to Hermione," Ron was still trying to catch his breath.
"Not without a password ya don't," the man said calmly.
"This is important!" Ron's face flushed as his voice got louder. The mother of the portrait gathered her two small frightened children and headed to the back of the portrait, hugging them tightly.
"If it's important, you'd know the password!"
"I need to speak with her NOW!!" Ron yelled. The little girl began to wail.
"Yer scaring the wee one laddy! I ask that ya stop this immediately!" The father was getting just as angry.
"Then let me in!"
"Not without the PASSWORD!!" Now both children were crying.
"Mikey! Stop yer yelling!" The mother told her husband.
"I'm not letting this lad get in!" The man looked at his wife and children.
"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" Ron screamed, pounding his fist on the portrait. The man and his family covered their ears and were tossed around as their tiny living room portrait became the target of a ludicrous act.
"HERMIONE!" With each time Ron screamed out her name, the children wailed louder.
"I beg to ya to stop laddy!" The woman begged, "My wee ones are deeply frightened by yer actions!"
"I want to speak to Hermione then," Ron brought his voice down.
"No," the man refused, "Albus Dumbledore put me here for a reason."
"HEMIONE!" Ron yelled, even louder.
"Mikey for Merlin's sake! Let the lad in! 'Tis not worth the death of us all!" The wife pleaded, walking to her husband.
"No!" From inside, both Draco and Hermione heard the commotion. Hermione got up and opened the door.
"Ron! What are you doing here?" Hermione opened the door wider and let the frantic red-head inside.
"Harry! They've got Harry!" Ron grabbed Hermione's shoulders.
"Who's got Harry Ron?" Hermione's voice shook, "What's going on?"
"Harry had those dreams again," Ron spilled, not caring that Draco was standing right there.
"What?!" Hermione exclaimed, "But-but-"
"I know, Harry didn't want you to know. Didn't want too many people involved. Said he didn't want the same fate as Cedric to happen to anyone else."
"Who took him Ron?" Hermione began to breath harder, scared for her friends life.
"The Dark Lord and-and," Ron stuttered, trying to breath.
"And who Ron?"
"And Lucious," Ron turned to face Draco, giving him the dirtiest look ever.
' He was here for business,' Draco thought, ' ...I should have known.'
"Draco, you've got to do something! You've got to help us find him!" Hermione pleaded, laying her hand on his chest. Draco looked into her begging eyes. He knew his fathers strengths and combined with the Dark Lord, Draco knew Potter had no chance. He shook his head.
"I'm sorry Hermione. There's nothing I can do," he whispered.
"Draco please! You must know something! Please Draco!" Hermione clutched onto his shirt, tears welling in her eyes. Draco couldn't bear to watch the agony grow in her eyes.
"It's probably already too late Hermione," he touched her arm, but she backed off, shaking her head.
"No," she whispered harshly, "It's not too late. I thought you were different Draco, I really did. Turns out you're still just another Malfoy."
With one tear rolling down her cheek, she turned to Ron, "Let's go Ron."
The two ran off, as Draco stood here, his heart broken like a piece of cheap glass, tears forming in his own eyes.
Ron didn't have time to ask her what that was all about, as Hermione fired an assortment of questions at him.
"Where do you think they took him?" Hermione asked after making Ron tell her every bit of detail of Harry's dreams.
"Here," Ron gave her the parchment, "He drew this a few weeks ago, and told me this is where that Dark Lord was hiding. As far as I know, that was the last dream."
Hermione stopped in the dark corridor and pulled out her wand.
"Lumos," She whispered. She studied the map carefully.
"Um Hermione?" Ron asked, "What was-"
"I know where this is!" Hermione stopped him in mid-sentence, "This is the Shrieking Shack!"
"Are you sure?" Ron's eyes narrowed.
"Positive! This is the same room that we were in! I remember!" Hermione exclaimed. The two dashed ouf of one of the many hidden passages and ran straight into the Shrieking Shack. Once inside the house, they tip-toed across the floors, hearing voices from a room upstairs. They followed the raw voice up the stairs.
"So, I finally have the famous Harry Potter in my grasp yet again huh? Oh, this will be quite the pleasure, I assure you!"
The voice was small, and hardly powerful enough to sound intimidating, but the snake like sound of the voice sent chills down the backs of those who had feared him for so long. Lucius Malfoy stood by the Dark Lord with his wand, casting the Cruciatus Curse at Harry to show him that they were in command.
"You're still to weak to kill me!" Ron and Hermione heard Harry shoot back, "You can't even show your face to the world. If you were still half the wizard you used to be, you'd torment the world first before killing me!"
The voice shrieked in such a high pitch, Hermione and Ron had to close their ears before advancing any further.
"Foolish boy! You will wish you had never spoken! You'll see now what the power or Lord Voldemort will do to you! You'll soon be with your filthy mudblood Mother and filthy father!" Voldemort screamed.
"Go ahead! I'd rather be with them anyways!" Harry challenged.
"Avada-" Voldemort raised his wand.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hermione screamed, bursting through the door.
"Kedavra!" Voldemort finished as Hermione jumped in front of the spell.
"HERMIONE!" Draco cried, running in from out of nowhere, after her. A blinding green flash filled the room and as the smoke cleared, Hermione's body lay lifelessly on the floor.
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*dun dun dun* GASP...Hermione? Draco? Harry? My...I do wonder what will happen next...well I guess y'all will juss have to wait until the next chapter! But that chapter won't go up until you review! So keep those WONDERFUL reviews coming in, and I'll post the next chapter soon! (Oh and thanx again to everyone who reviewed! I'm up at 220 reviews, and that just makes me soooooooooooooo happy...!) Until next time! Keep those reviews comin' in! Ciao!
-Baby T