Cell Mates
Chapter 10 - A Change in Heart
Disclaimer- need I say more? I only own the plot.
- His father swooshed in, holding a glass full of brandy and sweeping scarlet robes. "Hello Son. . .I hear we've been running away from the Dark Lord's beckoning. . .I'll teach you not to do that again, come with me." They left too suddenly for Narcissa to be able to stop him. . .-
~*~And now, with no further a-due.Chapter 10~*~
Draco couldn't pull away from his father's tight grasp on his arm, although he tried to break free. His father turned back, and he met his icy stare, as if saying he wasn't afraid. But truthfully he was, he wanted so much to leave his house. . .he actually found himself longing for St.Mungos, where Hermione would always greet him with a smile. (This being, before the time when she found out he was Draco).Then he'd be greeted with a scowl.
"Now. . . son, if I could even call you a son of mine" spat Lucius "Why! Why have you been denying Voldemort." He shook his son violently waiting for a response
Draco just shrugged "The dark lord doesn't really strike my fancy. . .I could be just as wealthy and evil with out him, I don't see why I should all of a sudden bow down and worship"
"YOU! ARE DISPICABLE! " roared Lucius in an outrage "You were bred a Malfoy, bred to be a death eater, and now you're screwing it up, boy."
He responded to his father with only a blank stare, and looked up at the ceiling. "You listen to me, I am your FATHER!" demanded the elder Malfoy, who was trying to gain some respect from his fully grown son.
"Really. . ." he replied nonchalantly "I never would have guessed you were my father."
At this Lucius's eyes narrowed "Smart-arse" and he pointed his wand at his son "CRUCIO!" he watched as his own offspring wince at the soaring pain being sent thought out his body.
Pain. Pain, the pain of a thousand newly sharpened knives slowly cutting into his skin. He wanted to scream, he wanted to curl over and squirm. . .but he knew better, knowing it would only give his father the satisfaction of teaching him a lesson. And he had to admit, Draco learned his lesson. . .he may still detest the Dark Lord, but if he were to hold out the Malfoy name, he'd have to be a death eater. He'd have to marry a death eater (providing it was a female), and he'd live a grimly delightful death-eater life, until he rotted in hell for positively pointless muggle torture.
The pain was still there festering at his skin, and gnawing away his flesh. The pain of knives still boring deep. It slowly subsided, and Draco reminded shuddering . . .not sure if he should speak, then his father did first "Well son, I see you've learned your lesson. I'll be seeing you present at the next death eater meeting, where I have arranged you to meet your fiancé."
Draco looked up startled "Fiancé?"
Lucius's lips curled "Yes, fiancé. Her name is Millicent Bulstrode, I believe she was a fellow Slytherin in your Hogwarts days. Not to mention of pure blood and good money. I'll be leaving you now."
[I'm getting engaged to a heifer] Draco thought glumly as he attempted to move. His body ached all over. [I'll just sit here. . . for a while. . .until the pain stops.] Draco remembered Millicent, and he prayed to Merlin that she had gotten a makeover or a little boost in personality. The Millicent he remembered always had silky black hair, and her eyes glistened green, but he did admit that she could've used a jog around the Quiddich pitch a couple times.
Her personality was a whole 'nother story. She was about the most spoiled, most pushy, mean little snob he could have ever hoped to come across. Of course, he shouldn't be talking, seeing that he was exactly the same way. Thinking back to Hogwarts, he remembered Millicent's lack of manners. . .she was a pig, in both politeness and appearance. Draco smirked at his own shallowness, and eventually got up, despite the left over pain.
-Two Days Later, In a remote apartment in Hong Kong-
"Master, pass the egg rolls please?" Wormtail asked, looking up at the Dark Lord who was attempting to use the chopsticks "Then would you mind telling me your plan, I see that devious gleam in your eye"
Voldemort took an egg roll, snarled at his servant then passed him the rest. "Fine. If you insist. See, our plan hasn't worked out well, and I don't know why I haven't thought of it before . . ."
Wormtail took a bite of the Chinese food and listened intently, Voldemort continued "We kill Hermione. She's a worthless Mudblood, it's not like we haven't killed any before." Voldemort cackled his trademark cackle, as he ate Chicken Lo Mien out of one of those containers.
"Muggle food isn't that bad." Wormtail said. "As long as we kill the muggles after, its okay to indulge ourselves isn't it?"
Voldemort did not answer, but only smiled devilishly "Tonight . . .at the death eater meeting. We will slay her so that all can see the power of the Dark Lord, and for once the plan will be complete. Lucius has arranged for the youngest Malfoy to Wed Bullstrode. . .I will soon gain ultimate power. Come Wormtail, we must find this Granger girl at once."
"Yes Master"
-*-The Granger's Humble Abode-*-
Hermione sat in the silence, her parents had gone up to bed and it was currently one o clock in the morning. She couldn't sleep, things just didn't feel right anymore. For one, she missed Harry, and she longed for his embrace. But every time she closed her eyes she pictured herself in Draco's arms. Hence the reason why she hadn't went to bed. . .it frightened her.
I mean, honestly, its MALFOY. Did she need to spell it out? She might as well be going back to St.Mungos, thinking about Drac. . .Um. . .Malfoy like that was just ABSURD! She flipped through a transfiguration book and starting writing a letter to Ron, just for time killing purposes. There was something odd about tonight, she could sense it.
She continued to read her book, her bushy brown hair tamed by a loose braid, with strands falling down at the side. She was dressed in simple muggle fashion. God forbid the neighbors saw her walking around in robes with a wand! The ministry would throw a fit! She sported a white long- sleeved shirt, with a pair of blue plaid pajama pants. All of a sudden she heard a door creak, and tiny little footsteps heard somewhere in the distance.
-*- Malfoy Manor - Before the Convention -*-
Lucius had bid goodbye to the Dark Lord about a half hour ago. He had wanted to make sure that Draco was now in line, and set up to be the future spouse of Ms.Bullstrode. He left in rather a hurry, saying he had to go fetch someone for tonight's meeting. He sounded terribly excited. Lucius felt that tingling feeling down his spine, he tended to get those when he thought of the upcoming meetings. Power tended to do that to him, and seeing that he was one of Master Voldemort's closest, he received an awful lot.
Soon the doorbell rang again, and Emerald the house elf scurried to get it "Well hurry along now, slave" Lucius urged, as Emerald hurried along faster, greeting the person at the door. Lucius graciously moved in to greet the guest, who happened to be his future daughter in law, Millicent Bullstrode. "Draco has been talking about you all the time!" he lied "He'll be happy to know you'll be accompanying him to the meeting tonight."
Millicent really had changed, she still had some of her heavy build, and green eyes, but she had decided to experiment with her hair. It looked like she had tried to change its color many a time. It now bore a brown color, and it was sloppily curled [She'll definitely have to work on that hair, if she is to enter the Malfoy fortune] though Lucius as he told her to stay there, while he fetched his son. He made his way up the stairs, his long green robes trailing behind him. "Draco." He said curtly.
"Come in, Father." He replied in the same tone.
"There is a curly brown haired woman at the door for you." His father said, then abruptly left.
[Curly? Brown Hair? HERMIONE. . .Um. . .Granger] thought Draco, scared at how those thoughts cheered him up. What the bloody hell was Granger doing at his house? Still the thought of seeing an old. . .acquaintance, with whom he was supposed to share a mutual hate cheered him up. He quickly admired his reflection in the mirror, and headed down stairs.
He did not very much like the sight waiting for him at the bottom of the door. His supposed Fiancé stood there in all her pure blooded-bad hair colored-slytherin glory. "Millicent!" he said in fake excitement "How are you? I haven't seen you since Hogwarts." He said as if he missed her.
She came up to him and embraced him in a big hug, "We must start planning our wedding after tonight's meeting, I was thinking gold embroidered robes. . . " Draco let her trail off, he didn't give a flying rats arse anyway. Its not like he was marrying out of love, it was a typical Malfoy wedding. . .a forced one. Draco continued to say "yes." "uh huh", "good idea" after most of the things she was saying. He cringed inwardly. . .this was his future.
Narcissa came up to Millicent and introduced herself "Hello dear, I am Narcissa Malfoy" she said sweetly, almost too sweetly. Millicent shook her hand back, and as Narcissa turned towards her son, she rolled her eyes.
Draco knew exactly what that was about, his mum didn't like Mrs.Bullstrode. This conflict dated way back into High School, which involved Mrs.Bullstrode setting his mum up on a particularly embarrassing date with Severus Snape. Lets just say that ended their friendship.
"C' mon Draco" Millicent motioned "Let's go upstairs and freshen up before the meeting, we have to look our absolute best for the Dark Lord. " Draco snarled to himself but politely took her arm and assisted her upstairs.
Draco's room had cedar wooden floors, and ivory walls with emerald green trim, his bed was a large canopy bed suited for a king. The comforters matched wonderfully with the emerald trim, and there were book cases lining the walls, and in one corner, a cedar office desk. God only knows why, Draco never used it. When Draco entered his room Millicent threw him a new robe to put on, and one for herself, as Draco started unbuttoning his other robe, she followed and did the same with hers.
"You are going to watch me change?"
"Well, we are getting MARRIED" she said harshly
Draco stared dumbfounded [Granger would have definitely made me change in the bathroom] He mused, until Millicent interrupted his thoughts with probably one of the most worst mental pictures possible "I mean, if we can't even change in front of each other." she said matter of factly "Then how are we supposed to procreate?"
Draco stopped all his movement "Pardon? But did you say Procreate?"
"Did you not just hear those words come out of my mouth?" she said, now totally robe less, he turned away, he didn't want to watch . . .there was something about watching a total bitch, who you are not attracted to - strip, and then talk about procreating with you, that just turned him off.
"Yeah. Just startled me. Well I'll just have to keep you in suspense on that one. . .I'm changing in the bathroom." He took his robes, and headed into the adjourning room.
-*-Secret Death Eater Convention-*-
Lucius, Narcissa, Draco and Millicent arrived in the grave yard at some remote location in Italy. Nobody questioned The Dark Lord's strange travel- fetish, but there they were, standing in their black hooded robes - faces shielded incase intruders were to stumble upon them. They were greeted by others, McNair and his wife. . .The Goyles. Draco had seen that Goyle settled down nicely with Pansy Parkinson (now Pansy Goyle) and have one 5 month son. Crabbe is now in Azkaban after the Famous Harry Potter caught him for his devotion to the Dark Lord. Of course, Potter's a dead man now.
Lucius introduced him to countless other hooded figures. . .none of which mattered, or ever will matter to Draco. They reminded him of dementors, which caused him to think of Hermione, and he wanted to slap himself. "Millicent, slap me."
Millicent cast him a wary look, and turned away. Draco sneered and muttered under his breath "Fine you bitch." Luckily Millicent didn't hear. Soon a small balding man called attention to the crowd. Barely anybody heard him so he magnified his voice "Hello and Welcome Fellow Death Eaters - our meeting will begin momentarily with a sacrifice."
All of a sudden Draco heard a muffled scream in the background, it sounded so familiar, he had heard it somewhere- Azkaban? No, it couldn't be. He sat, still listening. . .he faintly heard it, and then the noise grew. It grew so loud, and he was sure it was a human cry when Voldemort appeared holding a woman in his grasp, a knife in his other hand.
She was dressed in muggle clothes and quite pretty, although he'd never say it aloud. Especially not amidst this crowd. Her hair was braided and falling around her face, she was squirming out of the Dark Lord's grasp. . .but failing. He was far too powerful. Her eyes looked up at the masked crowd with a plea for help. He felt his heart drop. . . . . . . . Hermione.
He wasn't sure what caused his heart to plunge. There was nothing special about Granger, and there wasn't in Hogwarts. But over the past days she was always burried somewhere in his thoughts. It may have been in the back of his mind, but she was there, and he didn't mind it too much. It was kind of comforting, when they weren't in fury and shock, he actually enjoyed her presence.
She was going to die - all his years in Hogwarts he wished she would, and prayed that she'd fall into the lake during a thunderstorm or something . . .Now he didn't want her to, it was absurd, but if the Mudblo . . .girl died he'd think of her once in awhile and say "I could have stopped an innocent death." [Somebody shoot me now] Draco thought [I'm sounding like Potter]. Voldemort cackled as Hermione squealed again, not being able to speak having been gagged.
"This here, is a key to unlocking a prophecy that could cause my downfall." Voldemort said, shaking Hermione fiercely. Her braid loosened and more hair fell loosely at her sides. "Seeing as I shall not have a downfall, we must kill the girl, slowly. . .painfully . . ." he said, toying with the knife at his side. "First, remove these muggle clothes. They are a disgrace."
Slowly Wormtail used the knife and started to cut her shirt off. [They were going to slowly kill her, while embarrassing her naked. . .Draco could barely stand to watch, although his male hormones were begging him.] "Nice rack!" Goyle said in shock next to him, then received an incoming smack from Pansy who over heard the comment.
Draco had always been one to follow his intuition. . .and for some sick reason his intuition had told him he had to do it. He couldn't let her go through the pain, despite the fact she was know-it-all-granger. . .Just as Voldemort was sharpening the knife Draco whispered to the death eater next to him "In the forest. . . look, are those trespassers?" he really didn't see trespassers, but if word spread enough, it would distract them enough to give Hermione time to run. "Goyle, I think I see trespassers!" Pansy of course over heard this as well, and being a big gossip news spread like wildfire. "Master! We've spotted trespassers!" several shouted out.
Draco made his way up to where Hermione was tied to a post as Voldemort briefly left his position. Wormtail, who was none short of a dumb shit, had ran and hid by a grave stone in a cowardly form.
Draco removed his cloak so that he only had a robe on, he said a simple slicing spell and the ropes that bound her down were removed. "Hermione, take the cloak " he said, draping it over her quickly so that none of the chaotic death eaters would notice "and apparate once you reach the forest. Don't look back, just run."
Hermione looked into his eyes, now cloaked and saw a familiar gray color. But there was something else there, that she didn't remember, but it was something warm and caring. "Draco?" she questioned.
He just nodded "Now go. . .and thank me later." Before she turned into the darkness, she kissed his forehead and then sprinted off away from the graveyard.
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K, well that's chapter 10. . . Which is technically 9. But whatever. I hope you liked it, and that I didn't mess up too bad. =P. Here are some feedback questions: (REVIEWER NOTES AND THANK YOUS ARE FOLLOWING THE QUESTIONS)
*Long Enough?
*In Character? (With the voldemort exception, as always)
*Is the Romance moving along nicely? I tried not to make Draco too out of character about Saving hermione.
*Suspsenseful?
*Questions/Comments/Hold the Harsh flames please O=)
~*~REVIEWER THANK YOUS~*~
Kaneko K - Thanks, glad you like it, I hope their relationship moved on enough here. If not, let me know and I'll see what I can do about that. Voldemort is relevant because as you can see now, he's the force that's trying to tear them apart. I just have a thing for OoC Voldemorts. . .*shrugs*
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Sila-Chan - Thanks, I've realized there are some major holes . . .im still pretty stupid so I don't see some of them. Continue to point that stuff out because its helpful, I'll try and explain everything clearer.
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Xokiera- I know this one isnt that long either, but I had to cut it off there. Adds to the drama and shit like that. =P Sorry about Hermione's sappiness, I figured one might be sad at their lover's death. Eh. . . oh well. ^_^ Thanks for answering my questions.
CellMates Reader- Sadly, I do have gramatical issues. I don't see it as too much of a problem, because hell....everybody makes mistakes. Anyway if you wanna be my beta reader I need some way of contacting you. Email, Instant Messaging.all that. My screen name is in my fanfic bio. And yes, I do try and avoid the predictable-ness, and mary sues are annoying, I back u up there.
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Evil Cornbread - Well I wouldn't be spoiling anything, but of course they'll eventually meet up again. You can't have a draco/hermione romance story without draco and hermione together. =P . . . I just wont tell you how or when.
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Okay well that's really it for right now. I am working on chapter 11. I've decided im going to spend most of my time just writing. I've recently discovered that love and relationships are bullshit, especially if you are Me. Anywhoo, don't forget to review. . .and try to be nice. I've been down in the dumps for the past week, and the last thing I need is people flaming my writing. Being a helpful critic is accepted tho =)
UNTIL NEXT TIME
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SHADOW
Chapter 10 - A Change in Heart
Disclaimer- need I say more? I only own the plot.
- His father swooshed in, holding a glass full of brandy and sweeping scarlet robes. "Hello Son. . .I hear we've been running away from the Dark Lord's beckoning. . .I'll teach you not to do that again, come with me." They left too suddenly for Narcissa to be able to stop him. . .-
~*~And now, with no further a-due.Chapter 10~*~
Draco couldn't pull away from his father's tight grasp on his arm, although he tried to break free. His father turned back, and he met his icy stare, as if saying he wasn't afraid. But truthfully he was, he wanted so much to leave his house. . .he actually found himself longing for St.Mungos, where Hermione would always greet him with a smile. (This being, before the time when she found out he was Draco).Then he'd be greeted with a scowl.
"Now. . . son, if I could even call you a son of mine" spat Lucius "Why! Why have you been denying Voldemort." He shook his son violently waiting for a response
Draco just shrugged "The dark lord doesn't really strike my fancy. . .I could be just as wealthy and evil with out him, I don't see why I should all of a sudden bow down and worship"
"YOU! ARE DISPICABLE! " roared Lucius in an outrage "You were bred a Malfoy, bred to be a death eater, and now you're screwing it up, boy."
He responded to his father with only a blank stare, and looked up at the ceiling. "You listen to me, I am your FATHER!" demanded the elder Malfoy, who was trying to gain some respect from his fully grown son.
"Really. . ." he replied nonchalantly "I never would have guessed you were my father."
At this Lucius's eyes narrowed "Smart-arse" and he pointed his wand at his son "CRUCIO!" he watched as his own offspring wince at the soaring pain being sent thought out his body.
Pain. Pain, the pain of a thousand newly sharpened knives slowly cutting into his skin. He wanted to scream, he wanted to curl over and squirm. . .but he knew better, knowing it would only give his father the satisfaction of teaching him a lesson. And he had to admit, Draco learned his lesson. . .he may still detest the Dark Lord, but if he were to hold out the Malfoy name, he'd have to be a death eater. He'd have to marry a death eater (providing it was a female), and he'd live a grimly delightful death-eater life, until he rotted in hell for positively pointless muggle torture.
The pain was still there festering at his skin, and gnawing away his flesh. The pain of knives still boring deep. It slowly subsided, and Draco reminded shuddering . . .not sure if he should speak, then his father did first "Well son, I see you've learned your lesson. I'll be seeing you present at the next death eater meeting, where I have arranged you to meet your fiancé."
Draco looked up startled "Fiancé?"
Lucius's lips curled "Yes, fiancé. Her name is Millicent Bulstrode, I believe she was a fellow Slytherin in your Hogwarts days. Not to mention of pure blood and good money. I'll be leaving you now."
[I'm getting engaged to a heifer] Draco thought glumly as he attempted to move. His body ached all over. [I'll just sit here. . . for a while. . .until the pain stops.] Draco remembered Millicent, and he prayed to Merlin that she had gotten a makeover or a little boost in personality. The Millicent he remembered always had silky black hair, and her eyes glistened green, but he did admit that she could've used a jog around the Quiddich pitch a couple times.
Her personality was a whole 'nother story. She was about the most spoiled, most pushy, mean little snob he could have ever hoped to come across. Of course, he shouldn't be talking, seeing that he was exactly the same way. Thinking back to Hogwarts, he remembered Millicent's lack of manners. . .she was a pig, in both politeness and appearance. Draco smirked at his own shallowness, and eventually got up, despite the left over pain.
-Two Days Later, In a remote apartment in Hong Kong-
"Master, pass the egg rolls please?" Wormtail asked, looking up at the Dark Lord who was attempting to use the chopsticks "Then would you mind telling me your plan, I see that devious gleam in your eye"
Voldemort took an egg roll, snarled at his servant then passed him the rest. "Fine. If you insist. See, our plan hasn't worked out well, and I don't know why I haven't thought of it before . . ."
Wormtail took a bite of the Chinese food and listened intently, Voldemort continued "We kill Hermione. She's a worthless Mudblood, it's not like we haven't killed any before." Voldemort cackled his trademark cackle, as he ate Chicken Lo Mien out of one of those containers.
"Muggle food isn't that bad." Wormtail said. "As long as we kill the muggles after, its okay to indulge ourselves isn't it?"
Voldemort did not answer, but only smiled devilishly "Tonight . . .at the death eater meeting. We will slay her so that all can see the power of the Dark Lord, and for once the plan will be complete. Lucius has arranged for the youngest Malfoy to Wed Bullstrode. . .I will soon gain ultimate power. Come Wormtail, we must find this Granger girl at once."
"Yes Master"
-*-The Granger's Humble Abode-*-
Hermione sat in the silence, her parents had gone up to bed and it was currently one o clock in the morning. She couldn't sleep, things just didn't feel right anymore. For one, she missed Harry, and she longed for his embrace. But every time she closed her eyes she pictured herself in Draco's arms. Hence the reason why she hadn't went to bed. . .it frightened her.
I mean, honestly, its MALFOY. Did she need to spell it out? She might as well be going back to St.Mungos, thinking about Drac. . .Um. . .Malfoy like that was just ABSURD! She flipped through a transfiguration book and starting writing a letter to Ron, just for time killing purposes. There was something odd about tonight, she could sense it.
She continued to read her book, her bushy brown hair tamed by a loose braid, with strands falling down at the side. She was dressed in simple muggle fashion. God forbid the neighbors saw her walking around in robes with a wand! The ministry would throw a fit! She sported a white long- sleeved shirt, with a pair of blue plaid pajama pants. All of a sudden she heard a door creak, and tiny little footsteps heard somewhere in the distance.
-*- Malfoy Manor - Before the Convention -*-
Lucius had bid goodbye to the Dark Lord about a half hour ago. He had wanted to make sure that Draco was now in line, and set up to be the future spouse of Ms.Bullstrode. He left in rather a hurry, saying he had to go fetch someone for tonight's meeting. He sounded terribly excited. Lucius felt that tingling feeling down his spine, he tended to get those when he thought of the upcoming meetings. Power tended to do that to him, and seeing that he was one of Master Voldemort's closest, he received an awful lot.
Soon the doorbell rang again, and Emerald the house elf scurried to get it "Well hurry along now, slave" Lucius urged, as Emerald hurried along faster, greeting the person at the door. Lucius graciously moved in to greet the guest, who happened to be his future daughter in law, Millicent Bullstrode. "Draco has been talking about you all the time!" he lied "He'll be happy to know you'll be accompanying him to the meeting tonight."
Millicent really had changed, she still had some of her heavy build, and green eyes, but she had decided to experiment with her hair. It looked like she had tried to change its color many a time. It now bore a brown color, and it was sloppily curled [She'll definitely have to work on that hair, if she is to enter the Malfoy fortune] though Lucius as he told her to stay there, while he fetched his son. He made his way up the stairs, his long green robes trailing behind him. "Draco." He said curtly.
"Come in, Father." He replied in the same tone.
"There is a curly brown haired woman at the door for you." His father said, then abruptly left.
[Curly? Brown Hair? HERMIONE. . .Um. . .Granger] thought Draco, scared at how those thoughts cheered him up. What the bloody hell was Granger doing at his house? Still the thought of seeing an old. . .acquaintance, with whom he was supposed to share a mutual hate cheered him up. He quickly admired his reflection in the mirror, and headed down stairs.
He did not very much like the sight waiting for him at the bottom of the door. His supposed Fiancé stood there in all her pure blooded-bad hair colored-slytherin glory. "Millicent!" he said in fake excitement "How are you? I haven't seen you since Hogwarts." He said as if he missed her.
She came up to him and embraced him in a big hug, "We must start planning our wedding after tonight's meeting, I was thinking gold embroidered robes. . . " Draco let her trail off, he didn't give a flying rats arse anyway. Its not like he was marrying out of love, it was a typical Malfoy wedding. . .a forced one. Draco continued to say "yes." "uh huh", "good idea" after most of the things she was saying. He cringed inwardly. . .this was his future.
Narcissa came up to Millicent and introduced herself "Hello dear, I am Narcissa Malfoy" she said sweetly, almost too sweetly. Millicent shook her hand back, and as Narcissa turned towards her son, she rolled her eyes.
Draco knew exactly what that was about, his mum didn't like Mrs.Bullstrode. This conflict dated way back into High School, which involved Mrs.Bullstrode setting his mum up on a particularly embarrassing date with Severus Snape. Lets just say that ended their friendship.
"C' mon Draco" Millicent motioned "Let's go upstairs and freshen up before the meeting, we have to look our absolute best for the Dark Lord. " Draco snarled to himself but politely took her arm and assisted her upstairs.
Draco's room had cedar wooden floors, and ivory walls with emerald green trim, his bed was a large canopy bed suited for a king. The comforters matched wonderfully with the emerald trim, and there were book cases lining the walls, and in one corner, a cedar office desk. God only knows why, Draco never used it. When Draco entered his room Millicent threw him a new robe to put on, and one for herself, as Draco started unbuttoning his other robe, she followed and did the same with hers.
"You are going to watch me change?"
"Well, we are getting MARRIED" she said harshly
Draco stared dumbfounded [Granger would have definitely made me change in the bathroom] He mused, until Millicent interrupted his thoughts with probably one of the most worst mental pictures possible "I mean, if we can't even change in front of each other." she said matter of factly "Then how are we supposed to procreate?"
Draco stopped all his movement "Pardon? But did you say Procreate?"
"Did you not just hear those words come out of my mouth?" she said, now totally robe less, he turned away, he didn't want to watch . . .there was something about watching a total bitch, who you are not attracted to - strip, and then talk about procreating with you, that just turned him off.
"Yeah. Just startled me. Well I'll just have to keep you in suspense on that one. . .I'm changing in the bathroom." He took his robes, and headed into the adjourning room.
-*-Secret Death Eater Convention-*-
Lucius, Narcissa, Draco and Millicent arrived in the grave yard at some remote location in Italy. Nobody questioned The Dark Lord's strange travel- fetish, but there they were, standing in their black hooded robes - faces shielded incase intruders were to stumble upon them. They were greeted by others, McNair and his wife. . .The Goyles. Draco had seen that Goyle settled down nicely with Pansy Parkinson (now Pansy Goyle) and have one 5 month son. Crabbe is now in Azkaban after the Famous Harry Potter caught him for his devotion to the Dark Lord. Of course, Potter's a dead man now.
Lucius introduced him to countless other hooded figures. . .none of which mattered, or ever will matter to Draco. They reminded him of dementors, which caused him to think of Hermione, and he wanted to slap himself. "Millicent, slap me."
Millicent cast him a wary look, and turned away. Draco sneered and muttered under his breath "Fine you bitch." Luckily Millicent didn't hear. Soon a small balding man called attention to the crowd. Barely anybody heard him so he magnified his voice "Hello and Welcome Fellow Death Eaters - our meeting will begin momentarily with a sacrifice."
All of a sudden Draco heard a muffled scream in the background, it sounded so familiar, he had heard it somewhere- Azkaban? No, it couldn't be. He sat, still listening. . .he faintly heard it, and then the noise grew. It grew so loud, and he was sure it was a human cry when Voldemort appeared holding a woman in his grasp, a knife in his other hand.
She was dressed in muggle clothes and quite pretty, although he'd never say it aloud. Especially not amidst this crowd. Her hair was braided and falling around her face, she was squirming out of the Dark Lord's grasp. . .but failing. He was far too powerful. Her eyes looked up at the masked crowd with a plea for help. He felt his heart drop. . . . . . . . Hermione.
He wasn't sure what caused his heart to plunge. There was nothing special about Granger, and there wasn't in Hogwarts. But over the past days she was always burried somewhere in his thoughts. It may have been in the back of his mind, but she was there, and he didn't mind it too much. It was kind of comforting, when they weren't in fury and shock, he actually enjoyed her presence.
She was going to die - all his years in Hogwarts he wished she would, and prayed that she'd fall into the lake during a thunderstorm or something . . .Now he didn't want her to, it was absurd, but if the Mudblo . . .girl died he'd think of her once in awhile and say "I could have stopped an innocent death." [Somebody shoot me now] Draco thought [I'm sounding like Potter]. Voldemort cackled as Hermione squealed again, not being able to speak having been gagged.
"This here, is a key to unlocking a prophecy that could cause my downfall." Voldemort said, shaking Hermione fiercely. Her braid loosened and more hair fell loosely at her sides. "Seeing as I shall not have a downfall, we must kill the girl, slowly. . .painfully . . ." he said, toying with the knife at his side. "First, remove these muggle clothes. They are a disgrace."
Slowly Wormtail used the knife and started to cut her shirt off. [They were going to slowly kill her, while embarrassing her naked. . .Draco could barely stand to watch, although his male hormones were begging him.] "Nice rack!" Goyle said in shock next to him, then received an incoming smack from Pansy who over heard the comment.
Draco had always been one to follow his intuition. . .and for some sick reason his intuition had told him he had to do it. He couldn't let her go through the pain, despite the fact she was know-it-all-granger. . .Just as Voldemort was sharpening the knife Draco whispered to the death eater next to him "In the forest. . . look, are those trespassers?" he really didn't see trespassers, but if word spread enough, it would distract them enough to give Hermione time to run. "Goyle, I think I see trespassers!" Pansy of course over heard this as well, and being a big gossip news spread like wildfire. "Master! We've spotted trespassers!" several shouted out.
Draco made his way up to where Hermione was tied to a post as Voldemort briefly left his position. Wormtail, who was none short of a dumb shit, had ran and hid by a grave stone in a cowardly form.
Draco removed his cloak so that he only had a robe on, he said a simple slicing spell and the ropes that bound her down were removed. "Hermione, take the cloak " he said, draping it over her quickly so that none of the chaotic death eaters would notice "and apparate once you reach the forest. Don't look back, just run."
Hermione looked into his eyes, now cloaked and saw a familiar gray color. But there was something else there, that she didn't remember, but it was something warm and caring. "Draco?" she questioned.
He just nodded "Now go. . .and thank me later." Before she turned into the darkness, she kissed his forehead and then sprinted off away from the graveyard.
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K, well that's chapter 10. . . Which is technically 9. But whatever. I hope you liked it, and that I didn't mess up too bad. =P. Here are some feedback questions: (REVIEWER NOTES AND THANK YOUS ARE FOLLOWING THE QUESTIONS)
*Long Enough?
*In Character? (With the voldemort exception, as always)
*Is the Romance moving along nicely? I tried not to make Draco too out of character about Saving hermione.
*Suspsenseful?
*Questions/Comments/Hold the Harsh flames please O=)
~*~REVIEWER THANK YOUS~*~
Kaneko K - Thanks, glad you like it, I hope their relationship moved on enough here. If not, let me know and I'll see what I can do about that. Voldemort is relevant because as you can see now, he's the force that's trying to tear them apart. I just have a thing for OoC Voldemorts. . .*shrugs*
Indessciare- Oh bugger, I don't have anything to say. . .but thanx for your review =). Glad ya like it.
Sila-Chan - Thanks, I've realized there are some major holes . . .im still pretty stupid so I don't see some of them. Continue to point that stuff out because its helpful, I'll try and explain everything clearer.
Paws -Thankies. Well you wrote sucha small review, I don't got much else to say =)
FairyMargarita- **Nods in thanks*
Xokiera- I know this one isnt that long either, but I had to cut it off there. Adds to the drama and shit like that. =P Sorry about Hermione's sappiness, I figured one might be sad at their lover's death. Eh. . . oh well. ^_^ Thanks for answering my questions.
CellMates Reader- Sadly, I do have gramatical issues. I don't see it as too much of a problem, because hell....everybody makes mistakes. Anyway if you wanna be my beta reader I need some way of contacting you. Email, Instant Messaging.all that. My screen name is in my fanfic bio. And yes, I do try and avoid the predictable-ness, and mary sues are annoying, I back u up there.
Captain Oblivious- I always look forward to your reviews, anywhoo I've heard that "there are many of fish in the sea, but who wants to date a fish?" quote, one of my favorites. This chappie may not be that long, but I had to end it there. Glad you like voldemort in all his gay-ass glory.
Evil Cornbread - Well I wouldn't be spoiling anything, but of course they'll eventually meet up again. You can't have a draco/hermione romance story without draco and hermione together. =P . . . I just wont tell you how or when.
Red and Gold - Thanks a bunch. Glad you enjoyed it. Hope I updated soon enough.
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Okay well that's really it for right now. I am working on chapter 11. I've decided im going to spend most of my time just writing. I've recently discovered that love and relationships are bullshit, especially if you are Me. Anywhoo, don't forget to review. . .and try to be nice. I've been down in the dumps for the past week, and the last thing I need is people flaming my writing. Being a helpful critic is accepted tho =)
UNTIL NEXT TIME
XOXO
SHADOW