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Chapter 9: Lost
December 24th.
The day before Christmas had arrived and it was already noon. Hermione had yet to come out of her room and Draco was more than a little upset. Why wouldn't she want to spend their last day together. HE wanted to, so why wouldn't she?
He decided to go and check on her. He ran up to her room and was about to knock on the door but was topped by the lack of sounds he heard coming from her room. It was silent. He opened the door and looked around. Nothing, no one there. He though of all the possible places she cuold be and concluded the library was his best guess.
Draco hurried off down the empty corridors. They were empty because almost all of the students had gone home for the holidays with the exception of a few students, the teachers, Hermione, and Draco of course. He entered the library and went to the table that Hermione called her own. He found her asleep on a pile of books.
"Hermione," he whispered into her ear. "Mione, wake up." He lightly brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. She moved under his touch, obviously startled.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, Draco. I must've fallen asleep while doing my homework last night. I wanted to be able to spend time with you without any distractions such as homework hanging over my head. I'm sorry." She looked worried.
Hermione frowned. She knew she would have no more time with Draco after this day and wanted to make it perfect. "I had the day all planned out. This morning, you were going to wake up to breakfast in bed. Then, we would get up and take a walk around the school. I assume it's too late to go back in the schedule but I have more for the afternoon planned."
"Slow down, Hermione," he said with a laugh. "I wanted to plan to day instead. Come with me. I have something to show you." He took her hand in his and they walked out of the library. He led her outside the building and to the Quidditch Pitch. When they got there a blanket was already spread out with a picnic basket on top of it. "The Pitch is the most calming place for me. I come here all the time when I want to be alone but now... I don't want to be alone. I want to be with you. I thought a picnic lunch was a good idea. What do you think?"
Hermione looked shocked. "It's perfect." Then, she frowned. "Why didn't I think of it?" He laughed, ignoring her pouting, and led her to their spot in the center of the pitch.
"Let's just take a seat, eat some strawberries and have some tea. I just want a nice relaxing day. Sound good to you?"
"Sounds like heaven." She laid down on the grass and began unpacking all of the things that Draco had put in the basket but he stopped her from doing any more work.
"No. Today is RELAXING. You don't have to lift a finger." He clapped his hands together and two house elves arrived. "This is Bibby and Nash. They are from the Malfoy Manor. I borrowed them for the day." The house elves began to serve and Hermione found herself enjoying just being able to sit down and be with the man that she loved.
After a while had passed, Hermione decided that it was as good of time as any to bring something up. "Aren't you going to ask me my decision?"
He looked puzzled. "Decision? What is it that you had to decide on?"
"My memories."
His face fell. He had been hoping they wouldn't discuss it further but now he had to face it. "Oh. Yes. Well... what's you're decision then?"
"I've decided to keep all of my memories. But I need you to do something for me. It's a really big favor I suppose, and I need you to do it without hesitation."
"What?"
"Promise me that you will not tamper with my memories, no matter what. I want to keep them. Promise me you'll obey by my wishes. Can you do that for me?"
He paused for a while before he came up with his response. "Such depressing matters to discuss. Let us discuss them at another time. Right now, can't we just lay here with the sum on our faces wrapped in one another's arms? We can listen to the birds sing and the wind breeze by. Doesn't that sound nicer than discussing what it was we were discussing?"
"I guess," she said while resting her head on his shoulder and forgetting all previous thoughts. To her, the only thing in the world that mattered at that moment was him. She knew it would be a long road, getting over him. Most likely, it was impossible but she had to try.
They fell into a deep silence. Draco listened to Hermione's heavy breathing until it slowed a little. She had fallen asleep. He took this opportunity to leave her side and ordered Bibby and Nash to look after her while she slept. When she awoke, they were to giver her a note and leave her alone.
Hermione's eyes drifted open and the first thing she noticed was that it was night. Next, she realized Draco was gone and her heart fell. She looked around and saw the house elves. "Where did Draco go?" she asked the elves.
"Master has left," Bibby replied. "He went home for Christmas morning. He asked us to give you this." He handed her a cream colored envelope and disappeared. Nash followed his lead. She ripped open the seal and read the note.
Dear Hermione,
I must go now. I cannot bear to say goodbye. Your tears would be the end
of me. Please do not despair. I want you to move on. Live in peace and happiness. I
do not wish for you to fall into sadness.
I want you to know something, Hermione. I want you to know that I love
you. And ever had I known it would end this way, I would do it all again in a heart
beat. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.
Now I must go to live out my destiny. I could not stand the thought of you
crying over me so forgive me for what I must do. I cannot obey your wish to leave your memories to you. When you are through reading this letter your memory will be changed. You will remember the past months as a happy time in your life - without me. I've also changed the schools memory. They will not remember us together. Do
not be angry with me. I am doing this for you. Everything I do is for you.
You are the love of my life. For as long as I live I will remember the warmth
of your touch and the joy you brought to me each day.
All my love,
D. Malfoy
Tears streamed down Hermione's face as the letter disappeared in her hands. Suddenly, she went blank. What just happened? She couldn't remember. Why was she on the Quidditch Pitch? She shrugged it off and went to the Gryffindor Common Room, assuming she had just been for a walk around the school.
Harry and Ron were sitting on the couch waiting expectantly for her. "Hello Hermione," Harry said. "We were just talking about you. Where have you been?"
"I took a walk around the school. The Quidditch Pitch was empty so I sat down for a while. I haven't had any time of my own for a long time. I enjoyed it immensely." She replied.
"Okay... sounds relaxing." Ron said. After a while of talking and just joking around, Ron complained. "I'm bored. What should we do?"
"Did you two finish your homework?" Hermione asked.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes mother." He replied with sarcasm. "Honestly! Do you ever think of anything other than school? Why can't you be like every other girl here at Hogwarts and just talk about makeup and boys all the time rather than all the assignments you have?"
"I'm sorry, Ron." she replied with equal sarcasm. "Forgive me for having a real brain. MERLIN, RON! Do you really want me to turn into a superficial brat, constantly gossiping over boys and who's snogging who and all that other garbage that teenage girls worry about? I would've expected more from you, Ronald."
Ron gulped because he realized he had struck a nerve. That's the only time she ever uses his full name. "I'm sorry, Mione. I didn't mean to upset you. You're my best friend. I wouldn't want to change anything about you. It's just that... well sometimes you're a little overbearing when it comes to classes and schoolwork."
"I just want you to do the best you could do." She admitted. "I want you both to do well so when we leave Hogwarts, you can do something with your life."
"What do YOU want to do when we leave?" Harry asked her.
"I was thinking of becoming an auror. I think all three of us should. We're all great at Defense Against The Dark Arts and we were able to fight against Voldemort again and again. I think it would be our ideal job. How 'bout you?"
"I think that sounds ideal as well. Actually, I've been thinking along the same lines for a while now. The greatest part is that we could all work together. What do you think, Ron?"
"Quite the same. An Auror, fighting the dark side. Maybe we could even get a chance to kill Malfoy. How great would that be?"
Hermione frowned. "You don't know that he's a Death Eater or working for the dark side. We don't know anything for certain, Ron. Don't go accusing him without proper evidence. Innocent until proven guilty."
"Since when did you stick up for Malfoy?"
"Since I don't believe he's as evil as you say he is!"
"That's ridiculous! Malfoy IS evil. I heard he was going to get the Dark Mark tomorrow, on Christmas. Now do you believe he is evil?"
Hermione stayed silent. She didn't like Malfoy, so why was she defending him? "It's late. I'm going to go to sleep. See you in the morning." She ran out of the Gryffindor tower and straight to the Head Boy and Girl Common Room. She entered and ran up to her room, not ever bothering to change into pajamas. She fell fast asleep.
Draco entered Malfoy Manor wearily. His mother greeted him with a false hug and smile. "Draco, my son. How good it is to have you home."
He rolled his eyes at his mothers false love. She had never loved him. She was just like his father, cold and detached. She was a follower of the Dark Lord and was glad that Draco would be taking over. THAT was the only reason she was pretending to care.
"I'm going to sleep mother. I have had a tiring day and need my rest for tomorrow. Do not bother me unless the world is ending. Understood?"
She nodded and he just walked off, leaving his bags to the House Elves to take care of. He got to his room and plopped down on his bed. His dreams were filled with a certain beautiful brown haired Gryffindor... his angel.
December 25th.
Christmas day 9:55 p.m.
The ceremony was set for ten o'clock. Draco walked down the stairs that led to the Dungeons. He wasn't scared or even nervous. He wasn't excited or anxious. He was calm yet extremely angry. He felt like punching a hole in the wall.
When he reached the end of the stairs, there was an assembly of Death Eaters waiting for his arrival. Blaise and Pansy were standing next to a cauldron where a potion was brewing.
Pansy approached him with a wicked smile on her face. "My Lord," she said as she bowed in front of him. "Everyone is here to witness this momentous occasion. Are you ready?"
Draco waved his hand to dismiss her from his side. "Let us get this over and done with. I have better ways to spend my time."
"As you wish," Blaise replied. "Please kneel before the cauldron and we will begin the ceremony."
Draco took his place kneeling on a gorgeous velvet pillow. He sighed out of impatience.
"It is a potion brewed for you, My Lord." Blaise said. He took out a vile of red liquid from his pocket. "This is the blood of Salazar Slytherin." He then added it to the potion while Pansy mixed it in. Once it was fully mixed, he took out another vile. "And here is the blood of Lord Voldemort." This too was mixed in.
The potion turned a dark green color. Pansy poured some into a glass. "Drink this and become our Dark Lord."
Draco snatched it out of her hand and brought it to his lips. 'This is for you, Hermione,' he thought to himself as he poured the warm liquid into his mouth.
Once he had finished the cup, the Death Eaters began changing a spell Draco had never heard before. It was in Latin. It translated:
"The new Dark Lord is born. To him we are bound."
When they were through chanting, Blaise, who had become the new right hand man of the Dark Lord, turned to Draco. "Repeat after me. I am the Dark Lord. I vow to rid the world of muggles and mudbloods everywhere. To this I am bound."
"I am the Dark Lord. I vow to rid the world of muggles and mudbloods everywhere. To this I am bound." Draco said in a monotone.
He felt power surge through him. Hatred and Darkness streamed through his veins. His eyes turned red though only for a second. He knew at that point there was no way to turn back. This was his destiny, his curse.
Hermione was forever lost to him.
A/N Okay... so thanks to all of you who reviewed. Even you, Priah, even though you don't like my story. Yes, I am aware of the probability of this turning into a "common humdrum Draco the Deatheater with no heart sort of deal." But you see, I really like those stories and I really wanted to try my luck at it so if you don't like the story, well then I guess you shouldn't read it. I'm not trying to be mean I'm just saying. Oh, and thank you for correcting my mistake with the song. My apologies to everyone. Aerosmith did not WRITE I Don't Want to Miss a Thing, they just covered it.
Thanks everyone else. By the way, for those who asked, Miami was awesome (except for the part where I got extremely sunburned and can hardly move without causing myself further injury) but other than that, I Loved it!
Okay, so if you want to know where this is going, I'll give you a little tip. I really hate sad endings. I only like happy endings. So that should help you out.
It will be a while before I update again. I'm having trouble writing up my vision. But I hope you liked this chapter. You know the drill REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and the quicker you do, the faster these fingers move and the faster your chapter come out. So do it already. Click the button. Tell me what you think. The fate of this story lays in your hands.
Chapter 9: Lost
December 24th.
The day before Christmas had arrived and it was already noon. Hermione had yet to come out of her room and Draco was more than a little upset. Why wouldn't she want to spend their last day together. HE wanted to, so why wouldn't she?
He decided to go and check on her. He ran up to her room and was about to knock on the door but was topped by the lack of sounds he heard coming from her room. It was silent. He opened the door and looked around. Nothing, no one there. He though of all the possible places she cuold be and concluded the library was his best guess.
Draco hurried off down the empty corridors. They were empty because almost all of the students had gone home for the holidays with the exception of a few students, the teachers, Hermione, and Draco of course. He entered the library and went to the table that Hermione called her own. He found her asleep on a pile of books.
"Hermione," he whispered into her ear. "Mione, wake up." He lightly brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. She moved under his touch, obviously startled.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, Draco. I must've fallen asleep while doing my homework last night. I wanted to be able to spend time with you without any distractions such as homework hanging over my head. I'm sorry." She looked worried.
Hermione frowned. She knew she would have no more time with Draco after this day and wanted to make it perfect. "I had the day all planned out. This morning, you were going to wake up to breakfast in bed. Then, we would get up and take a walk around the school. I assume it's too late to go back in the schedule but I have more for the afternoon planned."
"Slow down, Hermione," he said with a laugh. "I wanted to plan to day instead. Come with me. I have something to show you." He took her hand in his and they walked out of the library. He led her outside the building and to the Quidditch Pitch. When they got there a blanket was already spread out with a picnic basket on top of it. "The Pitch is the most calming place for me. I come here all the time when I want to be alone but now... I don't want to be alone. I want to be with you. I thought a picnic lunch was a good idea. What do you think?"
Hermione looked shocked. "It's perfect." Then, she frowned. "Why didn't I think of it?" He laughed, ignoring her pouting, and led her to their spot in the center of the pitch.
"Let's just take a seat, eat some strawberries and have some tea. I just want a nice relaxing day. Sound good to you?"
"Sounds like heaven." She laid down on the grass and began unpacking all of the things that Draco had put in the basket but he stopped her from doing any more work.
"No. Today is RELAXING. You don't have to lift a finger." He clapped his hands together and two house elves arrived. "This is Bibby and Nash. They are from the Malfoy Manor. I borrowed them for the day." The house elves began to serve and Hermione found herself enjoying just being able to sit down and be with the man that she loved.
After a while had passed, Hermione decided that it was as good of time as any to bring something up. "Aren't you going to ask me my decision?"
He looked puzzled. "Decision? What is it that you had to decide on?"
"My memories."
His face fell. He had been hoping they wouldn't discuss it further but now he had to face it. "Oh. Yes. Well... what's you're decision then?"
"I've decided to keep all of my memories. But I need you to do something for me. It's a really big favor I suppose, and I need you to do it without hesitation."
"What?"
"Promise me that you will not tamper with my memories, no matter what. I want to keep them. Promise me you'll obey by my wishes. Can you do that for me?"
He paused for a while before he came up with his response. "Such depressing matters to discuss. Let us discuss them at another time. Right now, can't we just lay here with the sum on our faces wrapped in one another's arms? We can listen to the birds sing and the wind breeze by. Doesn't that sound nicer than discussing what it was we were discussing?"
"I guess," she said while resting her head on his shoulder and forgetting all previous thoughts. To her, the only thing in the world that mattered at that moment was him. She knew it would be a long road, getting over him. Most likely, it was impossible but she had to try.
They fell into a deep silence. Draco listened to Hermione's heavy breathing until it slowed a little. She had fallen asleep. He took this opportunity to leave her side and ordered Bibby and Nash to look after her while she slept. When she awoke, they were to giver her a note and leave her alone.
Hermione's eyes drifted open and the first thing she noticed was that it was night. Next, she realized Draco was gone and her heart fell. She looked around and saw the house elves. "Where did Draco go?" she asked the elves.
"Master has left," Bibby replied. "He went home for Christmas morning. He asked us to give you this." He handed her a cream colored envelope and disappeared. Nash followed his lead. She ripped open the seal and read the note.
Dear Hermione,
I must go now. I cannot bear to say goodbye. Your tears would be the end
of me. Please do not despair. I want you to move on. Live in peace and happiness. I
do not wish for you to fall into sadness.
I want you to know something, Hermione. I want you to know that I love
you. And ever had I known it would end this way, I would do it all again in a heart
beat. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.
Now I must go to live out my destiny. I could not stand the thought of you
crying over me so forgive me for what I must do. I cannot obey your wish to leave your memories to you. When you are through reading this letter your memory will be changed. You will remember the past months as a happy time in your life - without me. I've also changed the schools memory. They will not remember us together. Do
not be angry with me. I am doing this for you. Everything I do is for you.
You are the love of my life. For as long as I live I will remember the warmth
of your touch and the joy you brought to me each day.
All my love,
D. Malfoy
Tears streamed down Hermione's face as the letter disappeared in her hands. Suddenly, she went blank. What just happened? She couldn't remember. Why was she on the Quidditch Pitch? She shrugged it off and went to the Gryffindor Common Room, assuming she had just been for a walk around the school.
Harry and Ron were sitting on the couch waiting expectantly for her. "Hello Hermione," Harry said. "We were just talking about you. Where have you been?"
"I took a walk around the school. The Quidditch Pitch was empty so I sat down for a while. I haven't had any time of my own for a long time. I enjoyed it immensely." She replied.
"Okay... sounds relaxing." Ron said. After a while of talking and just joking around, Ron complained. "I'm bored. What should we do?"
"Did you two finish your homework?" Hermione asked.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes mother." He replied with sarcasm. "Honestly! Do you ever think of anything other than school? Why can't you be like every other girl here at Hogwarts and just talk about makeup and boys all the time rather than all the assignments you have?"
"I'm sorry, Ron." she replied with equal sarcasm. "Forgive me for having a real brain. MERLIN, RON! Do you really want me to turn into a superficial brat, constantly gossiping over boys and who's snogging who and all that other garbage that teenage girls worry about? I would've expected more from you, Ronald."
Ron gulped because he realized he had struck a nerve. That's the only time she ever uses his full name. "I'm sorry, Mione. I didn't mean to upset you. You're my best friend. I wouldn't want to change anything about you. It's just that... well sometimes you're a little overbearing when it comes to classes and schoolwork."
"I just want you to do the best you could do." She admitted. "I want you both to do well so when we leave Hogwarts, you can do something with your life."
"What do YOU want to do when we leave?" Harry asked her.
"I was thinking of becoming an auror. I think all three of us should. We're all great at Defense Against The Dark Arts and we were able to fight against Voldemort again and again. I think it would be our ideal job. How 'bout you?"
"I think that sounds ideal as well. Actually, I've been thinking along the same lines for a while now. The greatest part is that we could all work together. What do you think, Ron?"
"Quite the same. An Auror, fighting the dark side. Maybe we could even get a chance to kill Malfoy. How great would that be?"
Hermione frowned. "You don't know that he's a Death Eater or working for the dark side. We don't know anything for certain, Ron. Don't go accusing him without proper evidence. Innocent until proven guilty."
"Since when did you stick up for Malfoy?"
"Since I don't believe he's as evil as you say he is!"
"That's ridiculous! Malfoy IS evil. I heard he was going to get the Dark Mark tomorrow, on Christmas. Now do you believe he is evil?"
Hermione stayed silent. She didn't like Malfoy, so why was she defending him? "It's late. I'm going to go to sleep. See you in the morning." She ran out of the Gryffindor tower and straight to the Head Boy and Girl Common Room. She entered and ran up to her room, not ever bothering to change into pajamas. She fell fast asleep.
Draco entered Malfoy Manor wearily. His mother greeted him with a false hug and smile. "Draco, my son. How good it is to have you home."
He rolled his eyes at his mothers false love. She had never loved him. She was just like his father, cold and detached. She was a follower of the Dark Lord and was glad that Draco would be taking over. THAT was the only reason she was pretending to care.
"I'm going to sleep mother. I have had a tiring day and need my rest for tomorrow. Do not bother me unless the world is ending. Understood?"
She nodded and he just walked off, leaving his bags to the House Elves to take care of. He got to his room and plopped down on his bed. His dreams were filled with a certain beautiful brown haired Gryffindor... his angel.
December 25th.
Christmas day 9:55 p.m.
The ceremony was set for ten o'clock. Draco walked down the stairs that led to the Dungeons. He wasn't scared or even nervous. He wasn't excited or anxious. He was calm yet extremely angry. He felt like punching a hole in the wall.
When he reached the end of the stairs, there was an assembly of Death Eaters waiting for his arrival. Blaise and Pansy were standing next to a cauldron where a potion was brewing.
Pansy approached him with a wicked smile on her face. "My Lord," she said as she bowed in front of him. "Everyone is here to witness this momentous occasion. Are you ready?"
Draco waved his hand to dismiss her from his side. "Let us get this over and done with. I have better ways to spend my time."
"As you wish," Blaise replied. "Please kneel before the cauldron and we will begin the ceremony."
Draco took his place kneeling on a gorgeous velvet pillow. He sighed out of impatience.
"It is a potion brewed for you, My Lord." Blaise said. He took out a vile of red liquid from his pocket. "This is the blood of Salazar Slytherin." He then added it to the potion while Pansy mixed it in. Once it was fully mixed, he took out another vile. "And here is the blood of Lord Voldemort." This too was mixed in.
The potion turned a dark green color. Pansy poured some into a glass. "Drink this and become our Dark Lord."
Draco snatched it out of her hand and brought it to his lips. 'This is for you, Hermione,' he thought to himself as he poured the warm liquid into his mouth.
Once he had finished the cup, the Death Eaters began changing a spell Draco had never heard before. It was in Latin. It translated:
"The new Dark Lord is born. To him we are bound."
When they were through chanting, Blaise, who had become the new right hand man of the Dark Lord, turned to Draco. "Repeat after me. I am the Dark Lord. I vow to rid the world of muggles and mudbloods everywhere. To this I am bound."
"I am the Dark Lord. I vow to rid the world of muggles and mudbloods everywhere. To this I am bound." Draco said in a monotone.
He felt power surge through him. Hatred and Darkness streamed through his veins. His eyes turned red though only for a second. He knew at that point there was no way to turn back. This was his destiny, his curse.
Hermione was forever lost to him.
A/N Okay... so thanks to all of you who reviewed. Even you, Priah, even though you don't like my story. Yes, I am aware of the probability of this turning into a "common humdrum Draco the Deatheater with no heart sort of deal." But you see, I really like those stories and I really wanted to try my luck at it so if you don't like the story, well then I guess you shouldn't read it. I'm not trying to be mean I'm just saying. Oh, and thank you for correcting my mistake with the song. My apologies to everyone. Aerosmith did not WRITE I Don't Want to Miss a Thing, they just covered it.
Thanks everyone else. By the way, for those who asked, Miami was awesome (except for the part where I got extremely sunburned and can hardly move without causing myself further injury) but other than that, I Loved it!
Okay, so if you want to know where this is going, I'll give you a little tip. I really hate sad endings. I only like happy endings. So that should help you out.
It will be a while before I update again. I'm having trouble writing up my vision. But I hope you liked this chapter. You know the drill REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and the quicker you do, the faster these fingers move and the faster your chapter come out. So do it already. Click the button. Tell me what you think. The fate of this story lays in your hands.