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KrystinePotterLover
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Chapter 13: Trouble with a Hero
The first day of spring finally arrived. The sun shined brightly in the blue sky, making the windows on the Hogwarts castle turn white. The air was crisp and the wind blew on the faces of students who chose to be outside that weekend. However, some chose to stay inside. Some like Draco.
Draco didn't feel like going outside. He felt like wandering through the halls, thinking about the day when he would hold his Hermione in his arms again and never let her go. Draco smiled. He knew he missed her and how much she missed him. Draco pondered over this that he didn't even hear a voice calling out to him.
"Hi, there, Draco," the voice cooed over to him. It was Pansy.
"What do you want?" Draco asked in a bored tone.
"Well now that you and the Mudblood–"
"Her name is Hermione," Draco snapped, venom dripping in his words, along with his glare.
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Filthy bitch doesn't deserve a name." Draco raised his hand to slap her but Pansy stepped back, her hands in the air. "Now, now, take it easy. Anyway, now that you two are separated, I was thinking you and I both should...catch up...." Pansy slid her arms around him and leaned up to kiss Draco. 'I hope no one's here,' Draco pleaded in his mind. However he neglected to see a pair of brown eyes stealing a glance at looking away quickly.
"Get off!" Draco exclaimed, shoving Pansy away.
"What's wrong with you?" Pansy yelled pointing at him. "Don't tell me you still have feelings for that Mudblood."
"Actually I do. I don't care about Slytherin sluts like you." Draco glared at her then walked away feeling very angry.
Pansy glared at his retreating form. "You'll never get her back! Never!" Pansy then walked away until Alex Gregory stopped her.
"What's the news?" Alex asked.
"He obviously still has feelings for that Mudblood. No doubt about that," Pansy stated.
Suddenly smoke formed around Alex. As the smoke thinned, Alex was no longer there. Instead, Lucius Malfoy stood in his place. "That little Mudblood will pay. But I think I'll just make this a warning. Now make sure you and the other Slytherin girls do what I asked, understood?"
"Yes, sir," Pansy said.
Lucius then tossed Pansy a bag. Inside were one hundred galleons. "For the work that you've done so far."
"Thank you, sir."
Lucius snapped and smoke appeared around him again as he changed back into Alex Gregory.
Hermione walked down the halls, furiously wiping away stray tears. She just couldn't believe her eyes; Draco had moved on. 'Well he has the right to,' Hermione thought sadly. She gave a sob. Not wanting to draw any attention to herself, Hermione walked outside, toward the Great Lake. Hermione sat at the shore, picking up some flowers and tossing the pedals into the water. As she tossed the pedals, she thought about the times when she and Draco would walk around the lake, enjoying each other's company. More tears flooded Hermione's eyes.
"Hermione?" a voice above her interrupted her memories. "Can I join you?" It was Harry.
"Oh! Sure!" Hermione exclaimed, blinking away her tears.
Harry smiled and sat next to Hermione. Silence fell between the two teenagers until Harry spoke up. "So... how have you been, Herm?"
"I'm getting better," Hermione answered quietly.
"That's good." Harry then looked at the lake. The ripples in the water reflected the bright sun's rays. Then he turned back to Hermione. "Herm, can I confess something to you?"
"Of course, Harry," Hermione told him, smiling.
"Well remember when I got mad at you because I found out that you and Malfoy were dating?" Harry flushed with embarrassment.
"How could I forget?" Hermione giggled softly.
"Well... I... the reason why I got so mad at you was because... I liked you Hermione. And I suppose I was jealous of Malfoy." Harry's ear matched his red face.
Hermione blushed. "You did?"
"Yeah," Harry said timidly. "But not anymore. I love Ginny now." Harry smiled.
"That's so sweet." Hermione smiled and looked out at the lake again. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Harry looked confused. "For what?"
"Telling me the truth."
"Of course." Harry then looked at his watch. "Oh, Herm, I have to go meet Ginny. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Oh," Hermione said in a small, sad voice. "Okay. Bye, Harry." She gave him a hug. Then Harry left. Hermione sighed and starred at the lake more. After a few moments, she decided that she would go back to her dormitory. While walking, Hermione thought about how her relationships with Draco started. She thought about their first kiss, the first time Draco told her he loved her. Then she thought about how fast everything she had with Draco was shattered. Hermione's cheeks shined with new tears as she entered the common room. She was about to continue to her room but stopped dead in her tracks; Draco was in the common room, staring at her intently.
"Hermione," Draco said as if uttering her name for the first time.
Hermione sobbed and dashed to her room, slamming her door. Draco flinched at the sound. 'She was crying,' he thought painfully. Sighing, Draco started walking to the Great Hall, deciding to grab some lunch.
"So there he was in the hall with Pansy hanging all over him," Hermione told Lavender, who brought her lunch some time later.
"Really?" Lavender said surprised. "What a jerk!" Lavender was confused by Draco's actions. 'Did he really get back together with Pansy?'
"I know. All done!" Hermione said, talking about her food. "Thanks for bringing me lunch, Lav. You're such a good friend."
"Hey, don't worry about it," Lavender said, waving her hand. "You're going through a rough time. We all know that." Hermione smiled. "Well I'd better get going. You take care of yourself, okay?"
"I will. Bye." Hermione hugged her friend and Lavender left. Once inside the common room, she saw that Draco was in there. Wanting to talk to him, she put the locking spell on each door and a silencing charm on the room.
"Hey Lavender," Draco said politely. "How is she?"
"She's fine," Lavender replied. "Listen, are you back together with Pansy?"
"Pansy?" Draco's eyebrows were raised. "Where did you get an idea like that?"
"It's no idea. Hermione saw you in the corridor with Pansy draped around you."
"She saw us?" Draco clenched a fist. "I'm going to kill Pansy...." Draco muttered.
"What happened?"
"I was walking through the halls when Pansy came up to me and tried to kiss me. Of course I didn't let her. I shoved her off of me before she had a chance to kiss me."
"Oh, I see." Silence fell between them. "This must be really hard on you. I know it would be for me."
"Well," Draco started, "it's like walking alone and each second feels like an hour. Life has no point anymore. Well, for me anyway. I just wish I could hold her, just for a second. I miss her so much." Draco slumped into the sofa and placed his hands on his face.
Lavender sympathetically put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be able to hold her again. And I'll have you know, that day when you broke up with Hermione, Ron wanted to beat the bloody lights out of you. But you know what? Hermione stopped him."
"Why?" Draco asked taking away his hands so he could look at her.
"Because she said she still loves you." Draco looked at Lavender in amazement. Lavender smiled. Draco stood and stared at Hermione's door. "I hope that cheered you up a little."
Draco smiled warmly. "It did. Thanks"
"You're welcome. Well if you ever need to talk to me just send me an owl or something. I'll be here to help you with anything."
"You're too kind," Draco said.
"So are you." Lavender then gathered the dishes she brought and headed for the door. But then she stopped. "Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Just remember that good things come to those who wait." With that, Lavender lifted the spells on the room and left.
Soon the day turned to evening. The stars started to shine with the half moon. Hermione decided she wouldn't wall herself in her room so she went to the Gryffindor common room. She enjoyed hearing the common room buzzing with noise again. She missed seeing her friends. What she missed most was watching Ron beat Harry at chess.
"It's one thing I'm better at than Harry," Ron said to Hermione. "Checkmate!"
Harry groaned. "You win. Again."
Ron beamed. "I keep winning and Harry still plays against me."
"Sod off, Ron," Ginny snapped. "Harry played a good game." Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry and pecked him on the cheek.
Ron scoffed. "Please, get a room."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly Ron. It was just a kiss on the cheek. Be thankful they aren't snogging in front of you."
Ron turned magenta. "Ew, don't give me ideas." Everyone laughed.
"Look," Hermione said, "it's late. I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Bye Hermione," they answered her as she left.
Hermione walked to her dormitory quickly, not wanting to be in trouble. She entered her room and changed into her nightgown. Then she climbed into her bed, yawning, and fell asleep almost instantly.
The corridors of Hogwarts were cold and silent. No one–except for Mrs. Norris–roamed the empty corridors. However, a dark figure was silently and swiftly making their way through the halls. They looked at each of the sleeping portraits, looking for a specific one. They continued this until they came upon a portrait of a man and a woman walking through a park: the portrait that was the entrance of the Head Boy and Girl dormitories.
"Aurora," their voice whispered to the portrait. Slowly it opened to the common room and the figure entered quickly. They then examined each door, as if they could see inside each room. After a while, they headed toward the right door: Hermione's door. Silently, they entered the room. Inside was Hermione asleep on her bed. The figure stood where they were glaring at her. They made their way to her sleeping form, pulling out a knife as they walked.
Hermione was sleeping peacefully until she felt a strange presence in her room. She opened her eyes and looked around the room. Nothing. Hermione mentally slapped herself and snuggled back to sleep.
The figure cursed as she awoke so suddenly. They made it to Hermione's side as soon as she fell back to sleep. The corner of their mouth curved up as they raised a hand and placed it firmly on Hermione's mouth. Hermione's eyes shot opened and looked frantically who was there.
"Shh, don't scream," the person said sternly. "Now, shut up or you'll get your pretty little throat slit." They raised the knife up to Hermione's neck. Hermione went stiff as she felt the cold blade touch her skin. "Get out of bed," they ordered. Hermione did so without a second thought. The person reached into their pocket and dropped an envelope on a pillow. As soon as that was done, they dropped something on the floor. Smoke formed around them. As soon as it thinned, they were gone.
The next morning felt like a regular day. Draco awoke that morning feeling nothing was wrong. As soon as he was dressed, Draco headed for the Great Hall for some breakfast. He sat by himself at the end of the Slytherin table as he usually did nowadays. After gathering some food, he looked over at the Gryffindor table, searching for Hermione. She usually sat with her back toward the Slytherin table. However, he couldn't find her. Thinking quickly, Draco searched for Lavender's eye. She spotted him and as if reading his mind, she rose and walked out of the Great Hall. Draco followed after a few moments, not wanting to raise suspicion. He walked out and found Lavender waiting for him.
"Hey Draco," she said, "is something the matter?"
"Where's Hermione?" Draco asked.
"I don't know. Maybe she's still asleep. Come on. Let's check." They both walked to Draco's dormitories. He muttered the password and entered quickly. Lavender then made her way to Hermione's door, knocking on it.
"Hermione?" she called out. "Are you awake?" No answer. Lavender knocked again. "Hermione are you there?" Still no answer. Lavender then opened the door and peered inside. No one was there. Lavender walked over to the bathroom and checked there. No Hermione. Lavender panicked. "Draco! She's not here!" Draco rushed in to see nothing. "I'm going to inform Professor Dumbledore." Lavender then rushed out.
Draco looked around Hermione's room trying to think where else Hermione could be. She's couldn't be in the library; it was closed. She's couldn't have been in the Gryffindor tower; someone would have seen her. Finally deciding Hermione was missing he slumped into her bed.
"Hermione," Draco said, pain filling inside of him. A picture of her came to his mind. He clenched a fist. Draco didn't know where she was or what might have happened to her. Hoping she was all right, Draco stood and headed out the door. As he stood he noticed an envelope on one of the pillows. Strangely, it was addressed to him. Draco curiously picked it up and ripped it open. Inside was a letter and it read:
"Obviously, Draco, you still have feelings for that Mudblood. Therefore, I've decided to take things to take matters into my own hands. I won't harm her if you come. And I know you will."
Draco crumpled the letter. 'You'll pay,' Draco thought viciously. 'You bastard, I swear I'll make you pay.' Feeling he could do nothing more, Draco ran to Dumbledore's office. Without even saying the password, the gargoyle jumped aside, letting Draco inside. He entered Dumbledore's office, seeing Ron, Harry and Lavender inside.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, glaring at Draco. Draco returned the glare and ignored his question.
"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said, "nice of you to join us. Now, I believe you have some news on the whereabouts of Miss Granger?"
Ron snorted. "Of course he does. He probably helped with kidnapping her!"
Draco made an attempt to get a swing at Ron but was held back by Lavender. "Calm down," she whispered to him.
"That will be enough, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said. "Now, do you know the exact location of Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I do," Draco answered stiffly.
"Well spit it out, Malfoy!" Harry yelled. "Don't keep us waiting! Hermione could be getting hurt right now!"
"She won't get hurt until I go after her," Draco said slowly. "It's me they want, not Hermione."
"What–"Harry started but was cut off.
"Mr. Malfoy, Floo powder is right next to the fireplace. Are you ready for this task?" Dumbledore asked. Draco nodded. "Good luck."
"Thank you, sir." Draco nodded toward everyone. He grabbed some Floo powder and threw it into the fire. The flames turned green and roared furiously in front of him. He stepped inside and yelled, "The Malfoy Manor!"
Hermione has never been so scared in her entire life. She had no clue where she was; she was alone, cold and hungry. All she knew was that when she was kidnapped, they put her in a sort of prison cell. She tried to escape but it couldn't be done. The walls were stone and she didn't have her wand. Hermione hoped someone would rescue her and soon. She thought about whom might rescue her. Then she heard footsteps. She looked at the door as heard the footsteps getting louder. Her kidnapper came in carrying a tray with bread and water on it. They set it down in front of her. Hermione glanced at the food and then at her kidnapper's masked face.
"Thought you might be hungry," they said. Hermione looked at the food questioningly. "Don't worry; it's clean. I have no intention of poisoning you." Hermione cautiously took a piece of the bread and chewed on it. After a while she swallowed it; nothing happened. Hermione then stared at her kidnapper.
"What do you want with me?" Hermione asked.
"You are just bait," they said. "The one I want is the one who is coming to rescue you."
"Who are you?" Hermione demanded. "And what do you want with Harry?"
"Harry?" They laughed. "Mr. Potter's not the one who's going to save you. I'll let you see on your own." With that said, they left Hermione, who was deep in thought.
'If Harry's not going to save me,' she thought, 'then who will? It can't be Ron. He can't save me by himself.' Then Hermione's went wide. 'Could... could Draco be saving me?' She shook head. 'No he wouldn't save me.' Hermione sighed and let her tears flood her cheeks.
The Malfoy Manor was a cold, empty place. It was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a dark forest. The walls were stone and looked more like a castle than a manor. Draco fell onto the floor of the entrance hall. He stood and looked at the walls with total disgust. He never liked living in such a cold. Taking a deep breath, Draco walked across the entrance hall, ready to save Hermione.
"Finally arrived, I see," a voice said. Draco turned wand ready as he faced Hermione's kidnapper.
"Lucius," Draco spat with venom.
Lucius smirked and removed the mask that covered his face. "Well, why am I not surprised to see you here?" He said, sarcasm dripping in each word. "Oh, I know! You still love that filthy Mudblood."
"Where is she?" Draco demanded.
"She's locked up. Don't worry, I didn't lay a single finger on your precious Mudblood. But since you're so anxious to see her..." Lucius pulled his mask back on and threw something on the floor. Then out of nowhere, Hermione appeared, looking confused.
"So nice of you to join us," Lucius said behind his mask. Hermione's eyebrows furrowed. The she turned around to face Draco. Her eyes filling with tears, she ran to him and held onto him with all her might.
"Draco...." she cried.
Draco wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay," he whispered gently.
"How touching," Lucius sneered.
Draco and Hermione pulled apart. Draco moved Hermione behind him, his wand ready in his hand. "Let her go. She has nothing you want. This is between you and me."
"Let her go?" Lucius laughed. "I don't think so. But since I believe you don't want her to watch this, I'll send her back." He threw something at Hermione's feet and then she was gone. "Now, let's duel. Here's your chance to prove you're a real man."
"Stop hiding behind that mask," Draco said. "And I'm more of a man than you'll ever be."
Lucius pulled out his wand and yelled "Crucio!" Draco dropped to his knees, the pain flowing all over his body. He yelled in pain and Lucius laughed. "Get up and fight."
Slowly Draco got up, still in pain even after the curse was lifted. "You... you'll never win...."
"We'll see about that," Lucius sneered. They then started dueling. Jets of almost every color flew all over the hall. Most were dodged. They moved from the hall to the foyer, knocking over everything in their path. Lucius sent yellow jets to Draco, who tried to dodge it but was too late. The jets sent him flying and hit the wall. Draco cried out in pain and remained on the floor.
"Well, well, well," Lucius sneered, "looks like you seem to be... what's the word I'm looking for? Ah, yes, weak!" Lucius laughed. "That Mudblood made you weak. She changed you."
Draco glared at him and lifted his wand, saying "Crucio." Lucius fell to the ground, withering in pain. Draco got up his wand still pointed at his father. "I changed on my own." Draco glared at Lucius for a while before lifting the curse. "Don't you come near her again. I swear I'll kill you if you do." Draco lowered his wand and walked off to find Hermione.
Hermione leaned back against the wall as she thought about what had just happened. Draco had actually come to save her! Now, she was scared. Scared that she might not get out. Scared that Draco won't find her. Scared that Draco might be... 'No,' she thought fiercely, 'he's alive. He's going to save me.' However she knew she shouldn't get her hopes up. Her mind drifted over to her friends. 'Harry... Ron... everyone...' She missed them and wished she wasn't here, wherever here was....
"Hermione? Hermione, where are you?" Hermione lifted her head sharply. Could it be...? "Hermione! Where are you?"
"Draco!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Draco, I'm over here!" She heard footsteps running down the corridor. They stopped in front of her door.
"Alohomora!" The door flew open and there was Draco, his blonde hair his disarray and his clothes torn. Hermione ran to him and held him tightly. Draco pulled her away and stared at her, his eyes warm and concerned. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine," Hermione answered. Suddenly she gasped. "You're hurt!"
Draco's eyebrows furrowed. He looked at his arm and saw it was bleeding and soaking his robes with blood. "I'm okay. It's just a little cut."
Hermione didn't respond. She rolled up her sleeves and examined the wound. "Take of your robes," she ordered. Draco followed orders and took off his robes. Carefully, Hermione ripped off the sleeve of his shirt. "I'm going to clean of you wound. It might sting a little." Hermione ripped off a clean part of Draco's sleeve and soaked it in the water she was given. Then she wiped away the blood on his arm and cleaned his wound. Draco winced slightly but didn't complain. Once she was done she wrapped his arm in the sleeve as a bandage. "There. All done."
"Thank you," Draco said starring at her. His silver eyes were shinning in the light and sparkled down to her amber eyes. "I love you" was what he wanted to say but instead said, "Let's get out of here." Hermione nodded in agreement. Draco lifted her in his arms easily and walked over to a nearby fireplace. He threw in Floo powder and the fireplace burst with green flames. Draco jumped in, Hermione still in his arms and yelled "Dumbledore's office!"
Everything around them swirled into a blur. Draco kept a firm grip on Hermione. Finally they came out and fell onto the floor of Dumbledore's office. Draco groaned as he stood from the ground. He helped Hermione up and looked at her.
"Are you okay?" he asked her.
She nodded and dusted the ashes off her robes. Draco followed her lead until a voice behind them spoke up.
"Ah, you're back." The two turned to faced Dumbledore, who was standing in the frame of the door. "Miss Granger, are you all right?"
"Yes, Professor," Hermione answered quietly.
"A job well done, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said walking toward his desk.
"It was nothing, sir," Draco replied, a serious look on his face.
"But I must reward you for your bravery," Dumbledore insisted. "How does fifty points to your house sound?"
"Fifty points! Sir, isn't that a bit generous?"
"Nonsense," Dumbledore laughed. "For saving someone, I would have given you one hundred points!"
Draco's cheeks flushed slightly. "Well, thank you, sir."
"Not at all. Well you should go to the Hospital Wing and see Madam Promfry. Get some rest. You two deserve it. And you may take tomorrow off."
"Thank you, sir," Hermione and Draco replied and both walked out the door. They walked together in silence, not looking at each other. Finally they reached the Hospital Wing. They entered and almost immediately the matron ushered them to bed and aided their wounds. An hour passed and the two teenagers were all bandaged up. Hermione was fast asleep but Draco just sat on the bed starring out the window.
"You should really get some rest, Mr. Malfoy," Madam Promfry interrupted his thoughts. "You've had a long day." Draco said nothing except turn his gaze toward Hermione. "Miss Granger will live. Though she's been through more traumatic journeys, never by herself. It's a miracle you rescued her."
Draco turned his head sharply to the matron, who was tending to another student. "Madam Promfry, is it all right if I return Hermione to her dormitory?"
Madam Promfry frowned slightly. "I don't know.... Miss Granger should stay here for the rest of the day."
"Please," Draco pleaded. "I promise she'll say in bed for the rest of the evening."
The matron sighed. "All right, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco smiled slightly. "Thank you." Draco got out o bed and walked to Hermione. Carefully, he lifted her in his arms. He nodded to Madam Promfry and left the Hospital Wing. He walked slowly. Classes were in session and the corridors were silent. As he walked, Hermione snuggled into his chest. This startled Draco a little but kept his pace.
"My dear boy," the man in their portrait said, "is Miss Granger all right?"
"She's fine," Draco replied. "Aurora." Draco walked over to Hermione's room. He placed her on the bed gently. Her hair framed her slightly pale face on the pillows. Draco moved a stray hair from her face. Shaking his head, he headed out the door.
"D-Draco?" He stopped and turned to see amber eyes starring at him.
"Yes?"
"Please don't leave," she pleaded softly. "I-I don't want to be alone." Draco's face softened as he pulled a chair next to her bed. He was about to sit when Hermione shook her head. "You're going to be uncomfortable." Draco stared at her, his eyebrows raised. "Please." Draco sighed as he slipped into the sheets with Hermione. As soon as he was comfortable, Hermione moved next to Draco, resting her head on his shoulder. Almost immediately, Hermione fell back asleep. Draco stared at the sleeping form of Hermione next to him. Her chest slowly rising and falling. After a while, Draco closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
Night came and Draco awoke to see a sleeping angel next to him. He reached out to touch her but pulled away. 'No,' he thought. 'You can't get close to her. Lucius might come after her again.' Long has it been since he held his love. Every night, he slept painfully, sometimes getting no sleep at all. He weeps every now and then when he hears her sobbing. He aches to know that she night no longer be a part of his life and that he caused her so much pain. Slowly, he got out of bed and headed out the door. Before he left, he took one last look at Hermione. He turned away and left, a single hot tear trailing down his pale cheek.
Some time later Hermione awoke. She turned around, expecting to see Draco next to her but she was alone. She turned frantic. She was still frightened by the early events. Plus, she was scared something might have happened to Draco.
"Draco?" she called out scared. No answer came. Terrified as ever, she clutched her sheets. "Draco?" Still no answer. Her eyes filled with tears as fear washed over her. "Draco!" Now tears started to fall from her eyes. Moments later the door burst open. A worried Draco was standing at the doorway. "Draco!"
Immediately Draco rushed to Hermione. She clutched onto him and sobbed into his chest. Draco sat on the edge of the bed and held Hermione close, stroking her hair. "Shh... It's okay. No one's going to hurt you. Shh... You're safe now. It's okay. Shh..."
The teary-eyed Hermione looked up at Draco. "Thank you.... For everything."
"You're welcome," he replied sadly.
She stared at him the spoke the words he dreaded to hear. "I love you."
Draco sighed and stood from the bed. "Hermione, I can't love you."
"Why? Why would you ruin the most perfect thing we possess?"
Draco turned away from her. 'Because I love you,' he thought. 'That's why I'm doing this.' He wanted to say this but instead said, "That's just the way it has to be." Then he exited the room, hearing a heart-broken Hermione sobbing. "That's just the way it has to be."
To Be Continued...
pants OMG, this is a LONG chapter! That's TWELVE pages for you, people! pants Whew! Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Quite long, but it's to make up for the long wait. Hopefully the wait paid off! Anyway, PLEASE review! And Happy VERY Belated Valentine's Day everyone!
Love always,
KrystinePotterLover
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