Disclaimer: Credit goes to JK Rowling...(and a few other companies, people, etc. who probably own a little bit of The Boy Who Lived...)
A/N: This was my first fanfic EVER. I wrote this about two years ago, WAAAAY before OOTP, so there are a lot of things that won't fit in with canon. My writing was horrible, and I switched back and forth between plot lines...but I still think this is a pretty darn good story. However, it is the only thing I have EVER completed in all the fanfics I've ever tried to write...so I thought I'd just post it online...It is a love triangle sort of thing...Hermione likes Harry, Ron, and there's some Draco in there too...so if you don't like this...then don't read it... Well, enjoy my REALLY old fanfic...
Chapter Ten - It Has Begun...
"Oh...my...god..." Draco gasped, running over to Hermione. He sat her up on the floor next to him and then held her in his arms.
"Oh god Hermione, why'd you do it this time? Come on, wake up! Rise and shine!" Draco was starting to get really worried. Draco looked over and saw the piece off glass lying a foot away. He reached over and grabbed the glass. He grabbed the hem of his gray dress robes and cut off a large piece of cloth, using the glass. He lifted up Hermione's arm and began to wrap the cloth tightly around her wound. When he went to tie the cloth, he accidentally touched her arm and got blood onto his pale skin. Where the blood had touched his arm, it had started to turn a sickly green.
Draco panicked and quickly stood up. He knew what he had to do. He bent down and picked up Hermione. He carried her and ran as fast as he could to the Hospital Wing.
He burst into the room and laid Hermione down on the nearest bed. Draco looked up and saw Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore already in the room. He didn't notice that they were standing over two beds next, both of which had people in them...people with red hair...
......
"Help, she's hurt!" Draco shrieked, then looked down at his green arm. "I'm hurt!"
Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore walked over to Hermione's bed, not saying a word. They didn't ask any questions or anything. It was as if they already knew.
"Well, come on, help her, please!" Draco cried. Madam Pomfrey took one look at Dumbledore then at Hermione's bleeding wrist, then at Draco's green arm. She gasped, put one hand over her mouth and the other hand over her heart. She took two steps back and gasped again like she couldn't breathe. What could shock her that much?
"Oh dear..." She murmured.
Dumbledore looked Draco in his gray eyes. The twinkle was gone form Dumbledore's eyes, his face filled with sadness and fear...
He opened his mouth very little and forced the words out..."It has begun..."
Draco had no clue what he was talking about.
"What's begun?" He asked impatiently.
"You don't know?" Dumbledore inquired, looking suspiciously at Draco.
"No..."
"Someone has been planning something...and now it has begun..."
"What's begun? Who's planning it? What's going to happen?" Draco asked.
"I only know how it would start, I do not know how this will end. I do not know who is planning it either."
"Then...how...?" Draco began but the stopped, he didn't want to know. Madam Pomfrey had left to go get medicine and other supplies so she could tend to Hermione. Dumbledore followed her.
Draco could here them arguing in the next room, though he could not distinguish their words. He sat down on Hermione's bed and held her right hand.
"I've never seen you so weak..." He whispered and noticed that Hermione was slowly opening her eyes. "...so helpless..."
"What do you want?" Hermione croaked.
"I want...you." Draco answered.
Hermione moved her hand so that Draco wasn't holding it anymore. She looked over at the beds on the opposite side of the room. The people in the beds were Ron and Ginny.
"What the--" Hermione wondered, seeing them and sitting up.
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey came back in and began tending to Hermione, without saying a word.
"Should I leave?" Draco asked, and Madam Pomfrey just nodded.
"But what about my arm? It doesn't hurt, It's just...green..."
"Just wash it well, it should disappear within the hour...if it doesn't, come back to see me." She replied, not looking up from Hermione's wrist.
Draco nodded and stood up and looked at Hermione.
"Forgive me..." He begged.
Hermione looked in the other direction and began tearing up as she spoke. "Some things will never change..."
Draco turned without saying another word and watched his feet as he left the room.
"Why me?" Hermione sobbed when the door was closed.
Madam Pomfrey finished tending to Hermione and gave her a sleeping draft that would help heal her faster, She immediately feel asleep and had a dream...
.....
Hermione was in the Great Hall, which was completely bare of students or teachers. There was no food, no decorations, no nothing. She was sitting at the Gryffindor table when an owl flew into the hall and dropped a letter and a small package in front of her. Hermione reached up and opened the envelope containing the letter.
My dearest Hermione,
Meet me in the trophy room tonight at 10 o'clock. Make sure no one knows you're coming...it's a secret.
With all my Love,
Ron
Hermione folded the letter back up, smiling to herself and wondering why it's a secret. She then slowly picked up the box, shaking it to guess what is inside. She opened it up and there was another box packed inside. She opened up the second box and again there was another box inside. She opened up the third box and this one was empty...or so it seemed. Hermione put her hand in to make sure nothing was in there.
"Maybe it's invisible..." She thought to herself.
Then she felt a sharp pain, Hermione quickly pulled her hand out of the box and noticed it was bleeding uncontrollably. She took a peek inside the box and saw a piece of glass in there with blood on the edge of it. She hadn't seen it before because it was clear.
"I hope you enjoy it, Mudblood." Came a voice out of no where. Hermione quickly looked up, holding her hand where it was cut. "It's what you want isn't it?" The voice went on. She looked up and saw Ron standing close to the Gryffindor Table. "Well? Aren't you going to thank me?" He said sarcastically.
Hermione looked up at him feeling the sting of the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Then her mouth opened and the words came out as if someone was forcing her to say it.
"Thank you..."
.....
Harry woke up early on a cool crisp Saturday morning. He opened up his hangings and saw Ron fast asleep. Harry got up and tiptoed over to Ron's bed.
"Wake up you lazy bum!" Harry yelled in Ron's ear.
Ron sat up instantly, his eyes wide open and drool across his chin. Harry saw the drool and began laughing.
"Wha?" Ron asked, wiping it off his face.
"Come on, if you want to try out for the team, you gotta come to practice, which by the way starts in twenty minutes, so get a move on will you?" Harry replied impatiently.
Ron got out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eye, grumbling about Harry. He wondered if he actually wanted to be on the team or not, if Harry was going to be his captain. Thankfully, Harry was too busy getting himself dressed that he didn't hear Ron's complaining.
"Have you seen Hermione?" Harry asked out of the blue.
"No...I haven't." Ron answered, feeling an ache in his heart, remembering last night and how he had told Hermione he loved her, and the fact that they were now dating.
"Where were you last night? I heard you come in during the middle of the night..." Harry asked.
Ron was getting annoyed with all of Harry's questions. "No where."
"No really, where were you?"
"Ugh, fine."
"Ok..." Harry pressed on.
"I was in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey only needed me for a checkup. I was hoping no one would notice I was gone, so I went at night and snuck back in, but you saw me, so I guess my plan didn't work..."
"Why did you need a checkup? Why did you want to sneak?"
"Shut up Harry, alright?"
"Well...have you seen Ginny lately? She was gone last night too..."
"She was in there with me, ok?"
"Visiting you?"
"No...getting a checkup."
"Oh...alright..."
There was an awkward silence...then Harry left the room to wake everyone else up. Ron began to feel nauseated. He wanted to tell Harry his secret, but he couldn't. But a little voice kept saying in the back of his mind..."He'll have to find out sooner or later. Or he won't understand why you'll be dead..." Ron shook off the thought and finished dressing.
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A/N: Please Review!
A/N: This was my first fanfic EVER. I wrote this about two years ago, WAAAAY before OOTP, so there are a lot of things that won't fit in with canon. My writing was horrible, and I switched back and forth between plot lines...but I still think this is a pretty darn good story. However, it is the only thing I have EVER completed in all the fanfics I've ever tried to write...so I thought I'd just post it online...It is a love triangle sort of thing...Hermione likes Harry, Ron, and there's some Draco in there too...so if you don't like this...then don't read it... Well, enjoy my REALLY old fanfic...
Chapter Ten - It Has Begun...
"Oh...my...god..." Draco gasped, running over to Hermione. He sat her up on the floor next to him and then held her in his arms.
"Oh god Hermione, why'd you do it this time? Come on, wake up! Rise and shine!" Draco was starting to get really worried. Draco looked over and saw the piece off glass lying a foot away. He reached over and grabbed the glass. He grabbed the hem of his gray dress robes and cut off a large piece of cloth, using the glass. He lifted up Hermione's arm and began to wrap the cloth tightly around her wound. When he went to tie the cloth, he accidentally touched her arm and got blood onto his pale skin. Where the blood had touched his arm, it had started to turn a sickly green.
Draco panicked and quickly stood up. He knew what he had to do. He bent down and picked up Hermione. He carried her and ran as fast as he could to the Hospital Wing.
He burst into the room and laid Hermione down on the nearest bed. Draco looked up and saw Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore already in the room. He didn't notice that they were standing over two beds next, both of which had people in them...people with red hair...
......
"Help, she's hurt!" Draco shrieked, then looked down at his green arm. "I'm hurt!"
Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore walked over to Hermione's bed, not saying a word. They didn't ask any questions or anything. It was as if they already knew.
"Well, come on, help her, please!" Draco cried. Madam Pomfrey took one look at Dumbledore then at Hermione's bleeding wrist, then at Draco's green arm. She gasped, put one hand over her mouth and the other hand over her heart. She took two steps back and gasped again like she couldn't breathe. What could shock her that much?
"Oh dear..." She murmured.
Dumbledore looked Draco in his gray eyes. The twinkle was gone form Dumbledore's eyes, his face filled with sadness and fear...
He opened his mouth very little and forced the words out..."It has begun..."
Draco had no clue what he was talking about.
"What's begun?" He asked impatiently.
"You don't know?" Dumbledore inquired, looking suspiciously at Draco.
"No..."
"Someone has been planning something...and now it has begun..."
"What's begun? Who's planning it? What's going to happen?" Draco asked.
"I only know how it would start, I do not know how this will end. I do not know who is planning it either."
"Then...how...?" Draco began but the stopped, he didn't want to know. Madam Pomfrey had left to go get medicine and other supplies so she could tend to Hermione. Dumbledore followed her.
Draco could here them arguing in the next room, though he could not distinguish their words. He sat down on Hermione's bed and held her right hand.
"I've never seen you so weak..." He whispered and noticed that Hermione was slowly opening her eyes. "...so helpless..."
"What do you want?" Hermione croaked.
"I want...you." Draco answered.
Hermione moved her hand so that Draco wasn't holding it anymore. She looked over at the beds on the opposite side of the room. The people in the beds were Ron and Ginny.
"What the--" Hermione wondered, seeing them and sitting up.
At that moment, Madam Pomfrey came back in and began tending to Hermione, without saying a word.
"Should I leave?" Draco asked, and Madam Pomfrey just nodded.
"But what about my arm? It doesn't hurt, It's just...green..."
"Just wash it well, it should disappear within the hour...if it doesn't, come back to see me." She replied, not looking up from Hermione's wrist.
Draco nodded and stood up and looked at Hermione.
"Forgive me..." He begged.
Hermione looked in the other direction and began tearing up as she spoke. "Some things will never change..."
Draco turned without saying another word and watched his feet as he left the room.
"Why me?" Hermione sobbed when the door was closed.
Madam Pomfrey finished tending to Hermione and gave her a sleeping draft that would help heal her faster, She immediately feel asleep and had a dream...
.....
Hermione was in the Great Hall, which was completely bare of students or teachers. There was no food, no decorations, no nothing. She was sitting at the Gryffindor table when an owl flew into the hall and dropped a letter and a small package in front of her. Hermione reached up and opened the envelope containing the letter.
My dearest Hermione,
Meet me in the trophy room tonight at 10 o'clock. Make sure no one knows you're coming...it's a secret.
With all my Love,
Ron
Hermione folded the letter back up, smiling to herself and wondering why it's a secret. She then slowly picked up the box, shaking it to guess what is inside. She opened it up and there was another box packed inside. She opened up the second box and again there was another box inside. She opened up the third box and this one was empty...or so it seemed. Hermione put her hand in to make sure nothing was in there.
"Maybe it's invisible..." She thought to herself.
Then she felt a sharp pain, Hermione quickly pulled her hand out of the box and noticed it was bleeding uncontrollably. She took a peek inside the box and saw a piece of glass in there with blood on the edge of it. She hadn't seen it before because it was clear.
"I hope you enjoy it, Mudblood." Came a voice out of no where. Hermione quickly looked up, holding her hand where it was cut. "It's what you want isn't it?" The voice went on. She looked up and saw Ron standing close to the Gryffindor Table. "Well? Aren't you going to thank me?" He said sarcastically.
Hermione looked up at him feeling the sting of the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Then her mouth opened and the words came out as if someone was forcing her to say it.
"Thank you..."
.....
Harry woke up early on a cool crisp Saturday morning. He opened up his hangings and saw Ron fast asleep. Harry got up and tiptoed over to Ron's bed.
"Wake up you lazy bum!" Harry yelled in Ron's ear.
Ron sat up instantly, his eyes wide open and drool across his chin. Harry saw the drool and began laughing.
"Wha?" Ron asked, wiping it off his face.
"Come on, if you want to try out for the team, you gotta come to practice, which by the way starts in twenty minutes, so get a move on will you?" Harry replied impatiently.
Ron got out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eye, grumbling about Harry. He wondered if he actually wanted to be on the team or not, if Harry was going to be his captain. Thankfully, Harry was too busy getting himself dressed that he didn't hear Ron's complaining.
"Have you seen Hermione?" Harry asked out of the blue.
"No...I haven't." Ron answered, feeling an ache in his heart, remembering last night and how he had told Hermione he loved her, and the fact that they were now dating.
"Where were you last night? I heard you come in during the middle of the night..." Harry asked.
Ron was getting annoyed with all of Harry's questions. "No where."
"No really, where were you?"
"Ugh, fine."
"Ok..." Harry pressed on.
"I was in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey only needed me for a checkup. I was hoping no one would notice I was gone, so I went at night and snuck back in, but you saw me, so I guess my plan didn't work..."
"Why did you need a checkup? Why did you want to sneak?"
"Shut up Harry, alright?"
"Well...have you seen Ginny lately? She was gone last night too..."
"She was in there with me, ok?"
"Visiting you?"
"No...getting a checkup."
"Oh...alright..."
There was an awkward silence...then Harry left the room to wake everyone else up. Ron began to feel nauseated. He wanted to tell Harry his secret, but he couldn't. But a little voice kept saying in the back of his mind..."He'll have to find out sooner or later. Or he won't understand why you'll be dead..." Ron shook off the thought and finished dressing.
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A/N: Please Review!