A/N: Ok. I need some major help here guys. If there is anyone that reads
this story and is from England and is well accustomed to English foods,
please tell me in your review and I'll email you shortly. And Hermione and
Draco are back together now because Hermione has realised how much she
misses him, and I'm going to wreck the story here, but you guys don't get
it, so she is trying to find out if Draco is really good or bad and then
she'll decide whether it really is right to stay with him or not.
Everything that has happened so far will hopefully pan out in the end. The
whole point is to get you guys confused so you don't know what's coming
next. It will work in the end, so please, no more reviews telling me you
don't get what's going on between Hermione and Draco. At the beginning of
the story I said it was going to be up and down and all over the place.
Chapter 27: It's Back
Hermione and Draco walked down the dark street, arm in arm. "I did actually want to talk to you, and it's serious," Hermione finally said.
"What about," Draco said not really listening to her.
"Do you really want to be a death eater?" she asked quietly. Draco immediately tensed up and pulled her into a dark cove in the street.
"Are you crazy? Anyone could have heard you! Don't mention ANYTHING like that ever again in public. Do you hear me?!" he whispered frantically and angrily.
"Let my arm go. You're hurting me," Hermione said wincing as his grip slowly tightened.
"Sorry," Draco said and let her go.
"You don't need to get all snappy at me you know."
"Yes I do. I could be sent to Azkaban if someone heard you. Did you think about that?" he said but in a softer tone.
"I guess I didn't. We should go to the castle. We really need to discuss this," Hermione said taking his hand in hers. They walked back up to the castle, each a little angry at each other for the outbursts.
They reached the common room. Draco sat in the chair and ran his hands through his hair. "Why do you want to know," he said out of the blue.
"I need to know. I can't keep doing, this, with you unless I find out," she said sitting on a chair opposite him.
"Last year when Harry fought Voldemort, I was already a death eater. I just hadn't been marked then."
"Oh my! But then, where were you?" Hermione asked in astonishment.
"I wasn't fighting. I was in our base, refuelling death eaters when they became too tired, and helping out some of the wounded ones. I saw you out there you know. The passion in you, too save each other astounded me. That's why I needed to get to know you better. I just didn't know how."
"You could have always told me," she said.
"And what? You would have laughed in my face and then run to Potter and his sidekick and McGonagall? I wasn't ready to face Azkaban at the time. Not again," he said and shuddered violently.
"When were you there?" Hermione asked confused.
"When I broke my father out," he said.
Hermione gasped. "How could you? You know how protected it is now. There are more charms on it because of the few dementors there."
"I have learnt a lot of dark magic over the past few years Hermione. Anyway, back to your question. I don't want to be on your side. I don't want to fight Voldemort and my father because I believe them. There really is no thing as good and evil. Only power and those who can't see it," he said.
"But there is good. Just look at me. I don't want power. I don't need power. I just want to look out for everyone that I love," she said.
"Don't you see it though Hermione? You do want power. You've always wanted it and always will. I see that sense of power and pride you get every time you get back work and answer a question correctly. Your intelligence gives you power and you know it," he said smirking.
"That is so not true! I'm intelligent because I love to learn. I want to know more out of pure curiosity," she said without much conviction.
"Fine have it your way. But I've given you a few things to think about."
"Even though you believe in their morals, don't feel guilty that they are killing innocent people just because they feel like it? Does that do nothing to you Draco?" Hermione asked sincerely.
"Yes. It does hurt. But it is all in the cause for power. Sacrifices have to be made. Everyday small sacrifices are made, some we don't even notice. But it will lead up to something good one day."
"How can you be so naïve!? He is going to use you and then throw you away like his other cronies. Do you really think once Voldemort has all that power he's going to be willing to share it?"
Draco looked at her thoughtfully. She was right. He knew how many followers Voldemort had murdered simply because they were competition. It was a wonder he hadn't killed their family yet. "Look, I'm sick of this. I just want to be with you Hermione. We can stick to our own beliefs, and I want you to know that I will never hurt you, ever. Even if were in a war against each other."
"I know you wouldn't. But you would let someone else," Hermione said looking at the floor.
"God! How did this conversation turn into this! I have my own beliefs and you shouldn't be trying to convert me into something I'm not. Why are you doing this?" Draco said putting his head in his hands.
"Because I care for you Draco! I don't want anything to happen for you and I know it will if you stay with them," Hermione was in tears by now.
Draco looked at her with wide eyes. He wrapped his arms around her. "Shh, shh baby. Nothing will happen to me. I'm never in the actual fighting bit, remember?"
"Yeah, but you might be," she said having calmed down by now.
"Look, don't..." Draco began but Hermione's eyes suddenly started to slip up and down. She couldn't hear him anymore and felt her legs give way before her. She was falling, falling, then suddenly got up with a jolt in her room. When did she get here?
There was an odd but familiar feeling of coldness in her room. She wrapped her arms around herself in a bid to keep warm. She was just about to light a fire when a harsh voice spoke. "Miss me?" Hermione gasped as she felt a cold pair of hands wrap around her throat.
"I know I've been gone for a long time, but I'm back. I didn't finish my job last time, and I HATE leaving things unfinished." Hermione choked and spluttered, trying to draw oxygen into her lungs.
"It's no use. Your boyfriend can't help you if he can't reach you." Hermione realised she was in her dream again and started thrashing around violently.
"I'll finish you off bitch!" the voice said angrily.
Suddenly Hermione woke and coughed violently. "Hermione! Are you all right? Are you back?" she could hear Draco's voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Hermione managed to get out hoarsely.
"That was a dumb question," Draco said to himself. "Do you want me to get Madame Pomfrey or something?"
"No. just water," she said massaging her throat.
"Ok, just don't move." He walked over to their mini bar and poured some water. When he turned back Hermione had gone blue in the face, holding something invisible around her neck. Suddenly, there was a cut in her neck and blood started to seep out.
"Oh shit shit shit," Draco muttered and ran to her, swiping at the invisible thing. Then Hermione relaxed. Draco felt for a pulse in horror. There was one. He sat down and pulled her into his lap, warming her cold limp body.
A/N: ok, end is coming up soon. I've thought of the ending, which I'm hoping, none of you have anticipated.
Chapter 27: It's Back
Hermione and Draco walked down the dark street, arm in arm. "I did actually want to talk to you, and it's serious," Hermione finally said.
"What about," Draco said not really listening to her.
"Do you really want to be a death eater?" she asked quietly. Draco immediately tensed up and pulled her into a dark cove in the street.
"Are you crazy? Anyone could have heard you! Don't mention ANYTHING like that ever again in public. Do you hear me?!" he whispered frantically and angrily.
"Let my arm go. You're hurting me," Hermione said wincing as his grip slowly tightened.
"Sorry," Draco said and let her go.
"You don't need to get all snappy at me you know."
"Yes I do. I could be sent to Azkaban if someone heard you. Did you think about that?" he said but in a softer tone.
"I guess I didn't. We should go to the castle. We really need to discuss this," Hermione said taking his hand in hers. They walked back up to the castle, each a little angry at each other for the outbursts.
They reached the common room. Draco sat in the chair and ran his hands through his hair. "Why do you want to know," he said out of the blue.
"I need to know. I can't keep doing, this, with you unless I find out," she said sitting on a chair opposite him.
"Last year when Harry fought Voldemort, I was already a death eater. I just hadn't been marked then."
"Oh my! But then, where were you?" Hermione asked in astonishment.
"I wasn't fighting. I was in our base, refuelling death eaters when they became too tired, and helping out some of the wounded ones. I saw you out there you know. The passion in you, too save each other astounded me. That's why I needed to get to know you better. I just didn't know how."
"You could have always told me," she said.
"And what? You would have laughed in my face and then run to Potter and his sidekick and McGonagall? I wasn't ready to face Azkaban at the time. Not again," he said and shuddered violently.
"When were you there?" Hermione asked confused.
"When I broke my father out," he said.
Hermione gasped. "How could you? You know how protected it is now. There are more charms on it because of the few dementors there."
"I have learnt a lot of dark magic over the past few years Hermione. Anyway, back to your question. I don't want to be on your side. I don't want to fight Voldemort and my father because I believe them. There really is no thing as good and evil. Only power and those who can't see it," he said.
"But there is good. Just look at me. I don't want power. I don't need power. I just want to look out for everyone that I love," she said.
"Don't you see it though Hermione? You do want power. You've always wanted it and always will. I see that sense of power and pride you get every time you get back work and answer a question correctly. Your intelligence gives you power and you know it," he said smirking.
"That is so not true! I'm intelligent because I love to learn. I want to know more out of pure curiosity," she said without much conviction.
"Fine have it your way. But I've given you a few things to think about."
"Even though you believe in their morals, don't feel guilty that they are killing innocent people just because they feel like it? Does that do nothing to you Draco?" Hermione asked sincerely.
"Yes. It does hurt. But it is all in the cause for power. Sacrifices have to be made. Everyday small sacrifices are made, some we don't even notice. But it will lead up to something good one day."
"How can you be so naïve!? He is going to use you and then throw you away like his other cronies. Do you really think once Voldemort has all that power he's going to be willing to share it?"
Draco looked at her thoughtfully. She was right. He knew how many followers Voldemort had murdered simply because they were competition. It was a wonder he hadn't killed their family yet. "Look, I'm sick of this. I just want to be with you Hermione. We can stick to our own beliefs, and I want you to know that I will never hurt you, ever. Even if were in a war against each other."
"I know you wouldn't. But you would let someone else," Hermione said looking at the floor.
"God! How did this conversation turn into this! I have my own beliefs and you shouldn't be trying to convert me into something I'm not. Why are you doing this?" Draco said putting his head in his hands.
"Because I care for you Draco! I don't want anything to happen for you and I know it will if you stay with them," Hermione was in tears by now.
Draco looked at her with wide eyes. He wrapped his arms around her. "Shh, shh baby. Nothing will happen to me. I'm never in the actual fighting bit, remember?"
"Yeah, but you might be," she said having calmed down by now.
"Look, don't..." Draco began but Hermione's eyes suddenly started to slip up and down. She couldn't hear him anymore and felt her legs give way before her. She was falling, falling, then suddenly got up with a jolt in her room. When did she get here?
There was an odd but familiar feeling of coldness in her room. She wrapped her arms around herself in a bid to keep warm. She was just about to light a fire when a harsh voice spoke. "Miss me?" Hermione gasped as she felt a cold pair of hands wrap around her throat.
"I know I've been gone for a long time, but I'm back. I didn't finish my job last time, and I HATE leaving things unfinished." Hermione choked and spluttered, trying to draw oxygen into her lungs.
"It's no use. Your boyfriend can't help you if he can't reach you." Hermione realised she was in her dream again and started thrashing around violently.
"I'll finish you off bitch!" the voice said angrily.
Suddenly Hermione woke and coughed violently. "Hermione! Are you all right? Are you back?" she could hear Draco's voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Hermione managed to get out hoarsely.
"That was a dumb question," Draco said to himself. "Do you want me to get Madame Pomfrey or something?"
"No. just water," she said massaging her throat.
"Ok, just don't move." He walked over to their mini bar and poured some water. When he turned back Hermione had gone blue in the face, holding something invisible around her neck. Suddenly, there was a cut in her neck and blood started to seep out.
"Oh shit shit shit," Draco muttered and ran to her, swiping at the invisible thing. Then Hermione relaxed. Draco felt for a pulse in horror. There was one. He sat down and pulled her into his lap, warming her cold limp body.
A/N: ok, end is coming up soon. I've thought of the ending, which I'm hoping, none of you have anticipated.