Heh...here goes my fourth chappie! thanks to all you who reviewed. As to all questions, I'll try my best to answer, but here goes.
Oh yea, I don't own HP or anything, just the plot and stuff.
Hermione had entertained herself for hours looking at the same yellow spot on the wall. After her kidnapper had carried her from the flat with a bag over her head, he had gone to an alley and apparated the both of them.
She wasn't sure where they were. All she could see before her was the same wall. A yellow with paisly flower print. It was quite hideous in her opinion.
Still, the bed she had been laid in was comfortable enough,but the full body bind undid some of that comfort. She had a huge crick in her neck that she would have to get out later...
She stopped breathing. The door was creaking open and...Voldermort floated in. She could feel the heat being slowly sucked from her body. Maybe she was just afraid.
"Hello young Granger. I'm so glad to see that my spy in the ministry has so easily delivered you here, "Voldemort practically hissed out.
Laughing derisively he proceeded closer to her until he was only a few feet from her. Picking up a tuft of her frizzy hair he made a comment on someone's lack of taste.
She wanted to spit, but realized it would only be wasted since she couldn't aim.
Voldemort sat down as if ready for a long explanation period and began.
"Your mother was a beautiful woman, she had far better hair and was a brilliant witch. So far as I could teach her."
Hermione's head whirled in confusion...
and as Voldemort continued to talk her eyes grew large and fearful.
"I saw her once walking from school and began to walk with her, offering my services with her books. From there our relationship grew.Of course, I was far older, some would say I was a cradle robber.
I was fresh from school and wasn't quite sure what to do with my life, so I decided to explore the muggle world so I could find a way to destroy what had haunted me for so long.
Then I saw her. I wanted death to the world. But I loved her with the best in me...
It wasn't enough. When she lost interest in the dark arts I grew frustrated and put a memory charm on her. It didn't work as I had planned. It only made her forget everything we were together.
It's funny she was so young, but still so beautiful. I suppose many thought it was sick, but we didn't care.
You Hermione are the fruit of your mother's sin. She married that bastard of a dentist and forgot me.
She was the only one I couldn't harm. But you, you are a different story. We can make sure you are bound to a dark wizard and fulfill your mother's destiny.
Shall we call it, the sin of your mother's flesh?
In the end all shall pay. But I have found that Paul was quite eager to have you. Don't worry, he won't bite." Voldemort stood up and slowly walked to the door, leaving her line of sight.
The only testament to his departure was the cold thud of the door closing. She was surprisingly calm. But still...
Paul? She had seen him looking at her, but she was never interested. And he hinted once in a while, but he was foremost her boss.
Had the world gone crazy? She was quite sure that Voldemort was old enough to be her grandfather, but...he had done many magical maneveurs in the past.
And what in the hell had happened between her mother and Voldemort. So many questions...Wait. Hermione suddenly remembered. The blue eyes.
Draco woke up sluggishly at first, but eventually stood up to embrace the day. It felt good to walk, but how had he done it? Draco had gone to every doctor and healer known in the magical and muggle world.
Then again, they say there is ancient dark magic that few tamper with.
Draco shook the cold that crept to his spine thinking of it. He could walk. He hadn't yet indulged another with his secret, but he was sure the house elves would tell his parents soon enough.
Not that they would care. They had probably forsaken his life to the dark lord in promise for giving them a presentable heir.
What to do now? He could walk! Should he sit and worry of everything or look to the sky and grasp his first chance to walk? Draco slowed his walk to the balcony thinking of his dream. Why in hell would he have a dream like that. And why would the first face to greet him from that dream be the dark lord himself?
Was it all a dream then? Would he wake up? It was all too confusing. Draco felt a headache and decided it better to lay down. He would take a nap and decide it all from there.
a/n: So what exactly is going on. Is this all one big dream sequence. Who owns the blue eyes? And what happened with the dark lord and Hermione's mother? Suggestions? comments?
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whew, give me a break, this is my first fanfic. Well, let's just say, next chapter, it's going to heat up.