Chapter 10 - A Mother's Love
(the numbers were screwed up last chapter, sorry about that)
Disclaimer- Duh. I own the plot, only the plot. Why must we go thru this again?
~Cell Mates~
WHERE U LEFT OFF: 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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(Same Disclaimer as every other chapter, people!)
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Hermione ran, the remains of the muggle clothes almost all the way off her body. So humiliating, to be taken away from her home, to be gagged and almost killed in front of countless people that you've spent your life trying to defeat. The cloak was big on her, and it weighed her progress down, but she blended into the dark. She ran faster and faster with all her might.
Draco Malfoy had just saved her life. Startling realization to make, especially considering who she was, a stupid mudblood. But that didn't matter now, as long as she made it to the forest, there she could safely disapparate. The death eaters were bound to know she was missing. Just one more step. . . just one more. . . .just one . . . more. . . step. Soon she reached the forest edge, stood up as tall as she could manage and apparated to Diagon Alley.
It would not be possible to apparate clearly in a muggle town. She would simply take the Knight Bus or something.
-*-Grave Yard-*-
"Draco, where have you been?" said his father asked coldly
"Looking for the trespassers, I don't want to be seen at one of these things." He said in the same attitude. "God forbid anybody normal catches me with you lot."
His father rolled his eyes, and threatened his wand. Draco stepped back cautiously, hoping that Hermione escaped okay. Now his conscience wouldn't haunt him, and that silly Granger girl would be out of his way. But Prophesy? What Prophesy could involve Granger? He'd make note to use the extensive system of book cases in his bedroom when they returned to the Manor.
Voldemort paced back and forth in fury. He didn't speak, probably for lack of words. "I know exactly who did this, and they shall be punished. Spoiling my plans, the prophecy will not come true, and I will make sure of it."
"Master. . . this isn't good, is. . .is it?" Wormtail stuttered.
"Does it LOOK like its good?" Voldemort howled in despair "Death Eater meeting conjured . . .but fear not, your Master shall return to you in success." He then apparated, with Wormtail following, leaving the rest of the death eaters in positive confusion.
Draco mused [He knows? How could he? He was preoccupied. . .something seems fishy, it must be this prophecy thing he's talking about.] "Draco!" Draco ignored whoever the hell was calling him. "DRACOOOOO!" she whined "Come on honey, lets go." It was Millicent. God, how annoying that woman was. Draco Lucius Malfoy was doomed to live a terrifying life of murder with an annoying wife at his side. . . Just GREAT.
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Hermione sat deep in thought at her house. Thankfully her parents had slept through out he whole episode. Knowing Voldemort he had used some kid of spell to silence their entrance, so it would go unheard. Lucky bastard, he almost got away with it too. She was sure these pictures would haunt her mind forever. . .and Draco, wow, she was completely mind boggled, but yet in awe at the same time. He . . .had saved her. It was hard to believe it.
Maybe he just enjoyed the peep-show that Voldemort had given all his followers -Honestly that skeevy pervert. He could have just left the muggle clothes. She had no idea what she was going to do. Soon she drifted off into a deep sleep.
-*-Malfoy Manor-*-
Narcissa stormed into the Manor infuriated. Death Eater meetings always disturbed her, and now she knew why she always tried to miss them. Embarrassing the poor girl like that, the nerve. And they almost killed her if it wasn't for. . .wait, how did she get away? Some things I guess she'd never know, the girl looked oddly familiar, she had met her at Hogwarts Graduation, that must have been it. She didn't look much older then her son.
Speaking of her son . . .where had he gone off to? Narcissa's mind was really scattered all over the place. She walked along the long corridors of Malfoy Manor the place was like a giant stone castle and even she herself got lost once in awhile. The portraits of deceased Malfoy's hung on the wall. Like the other's they were in service of evil, all bred and born muggle haters. . .ready to infest the world with horror. Narcissa guessed they were probably serving their time in a fiery hell right about now.
A few of them scowled at her as she passed by the dark corridor. She hated it when they did that, they never scowled at Lucius, only her. As she passed by a slightly jarred door she heard two voices, one was shrill and the other sounded very much like her husbands. The dark lord! She thought. As long as she wasn't spotted, she figured it'd be alright to listen in. She stood silently at the door.
"Master, why are you here? Are you implying I was the cause of the chaos tonight?" Lucius pleaded "It wasn't me, Lord."
"Don't be ridiculous! Of course it wasn't you, you are far too loyal to do that." The Dark Lord sneered.
"Well who was it then, Master?"
The Dark Lord narrowed in his eyes in disgust "Your bastard of a son." At those words Narcissa nearly choked, first of all her son was no bastard. Secondly, how could Draco have done such a thing?
"My Son?" Lucius repeated dumb-struck
"Yes, your no good traitor of a son, Lucius!"
"But. . .Master, I straightened him out."
Voldemort seemed all the more aggravated "Apparently love can't straighten people out. Your son is falling in love."
"With Millicent? Why that's not bad. . . how does that effect you master? Millicent was by his side the whole time."
"Apparently not when he spread rumors of trespassers and then freed Hermione Granger." The Dark Lord stood aloof and watched a look of shock appear over his loyal servants face. At this time Narcissa knew exactly what had happened that night, and her heart swelled with pride for her only son. "Look here" Said Voldemort "Wormtail get me the book of prophecies."
As Wormtail did, Narcissa watched through the crack in the door as Lucuis muttered something angrily under his breath while reading from the book. "Absurd!" she heard, as her husband hit the table "This is Absurd, Master!"
"Ah yes, but it appears to be coming true. We must put a plan into action that will make me reign supreme."
Both Wormtail and Lucius nodded together, as the dark lord spoke again "Seeing that our plans to kill Hermione Granger have failed, then we will have to try it again won't we? And Lucius. . .I am afraid if your son ever finds out, and I don't put it past him, that he will save her again. We must kill your son, for he is no longer a help, but a threat to my power."
Narcissa felt like a weight of a ton of bricks hit her. [Oh God, Lucius don't agree to this! Don't . . .say no, stand up to him]. Despite Narcissa's urge to scream at the top of her lungs, then hit the dark lord unconscious with a Firebolt, she remained quiet. This information was essential to gather. Narcissa's stomach knotted up as Lucius replied "But. . . master . . . " he paused "But he is the only heir to the Malfoy name."
"That is where you are wrong." He replied quite frankly "As a matter of fact, Lucius, your brother Bernard's wife has recently given birth to two twin boys."
Lucius looked dumbfounded once again. He always did when he didn't want to make a decision, "And Master, this is essential to your plan. My son must die?" The dark lord merely nodded "Then may your will be done, my Lord." Lucius said, giving an uneasy smile as the dark Lord beamed.
[ I married a bloody bastard! A bloody fucking bastard.] She stood there in the hallway shell-shocked. How could the father of her child agree to kill that very child, the only child. This only proved to her that their love meant nothing. She heard their conversation come to a close, "We must get planning " Voldemort spoke "I know a very nice Italian bistro in London. . . "
"Erm . . .Master, I think they'd call the ministry if you just came wandering in. You are the most feared and wanted Dark Wizard. . . ." Wormtail stuttered.
"Oh right. Then back to my place, I had these nice gingerbread cookies sent out. . ." He said in his high screechy voice, although it sounded rather cheerful. The Dark Lord usually got cheerful around murder time. "Wormtail, you slime, Make sure you bring that prophecy book along. Let's go Lucius." The two men apparated, Wormtail following. But seeing as Wormtail is a complete moron, he left the prophecy book in plain grasp.
Narcissa quietly tip toed into the room, very curious as to what this prophecy might be. She couldn't believe Wormtail was still around, she had gone to school with him. He was always the scrawny kid who wanted attention, but was never bold enough to get any of his own. He followed his friends everywhere.
She remembered his friends well. Sirius, Remus and James. A pang of sorrow hit her at the mention of Sirius, she had heard of the death awhile ago. Not many in her family missed Sirius, he was sort of the black sheep of the family. But a great person he was, despite the fact he was a womanizing trouble maker. Everybody loved him, though. There was something oh so likeable about Sirius Black. (a/n: no pun to siri, he's awesome)
James, she remembered was cocky, arrogant but truly cared about a certain Lily Potter. They were always a fun couple to watch snog in the corridors during her 7th year. And Remus was pretty nice, she had to work with him once on a Care of Magical Creatures project. Despite the fact that she was a bitchy Slytherin back then, he was decent to work with. Childhood memories. She didn't have time to reminisce, she quickly looked at the page (which had stupidly been left open) and she read:
"A long time ago, the prophets did speak,
Of a the binding of two souls, hurt and weak.
For the world did see, danger and hate,
But danger can't match, the power of fate.
And the prophecy was written, that by hate may love form,
And only that love, can calm the storm.
So, I wrote up this contract, named it well,
Packed it away, so only time could tell,
If the true heir of mine, can love in spite of all,
Only then will darkness fall.
The stars up at night, work their ways high above,
As I'll lay down to rest, this prophecy of love."
'A.D. Malfoy 1765'
Narcissa absorbed the information in utter shock, A.D. Malfoy? Who the hell is that? She quickly tried to memorize the page, then left the book exactly as it was and rushed outside to the portraits. Skimming down the long corridor she couldn't find any. "Hey! You!" She shouted at one of the portraits with a knight in shining armor on it.
Startled, the knight in the portrait appeared "What Miss?"
"Where can I find A.D. Malfoy's portrait?"
"Turn next left, and go back to the far corner. His portrait is never visited much." the old knight replied.
"Thank you. . .erm, sir." She said as she sprinted down the hallway then made a sharp left. She was slowly loosing her breath, but she had to keep walking on, she soon fount the picture, near the corner it was old and forgotten. The dust was sitting on it, and the man in the picture was like most Malfoys. He had the trademark silver blonde hair but his face had pleasant features. A calming appearance.
The portrait was sleeping, so Narcissa simply read the plaque at the bottom "A.D. Apollo Draco Malfoy 1700 - 1765 Execution for Failure to Support the Dark Side" No wonder he was all the way over here in some forgotten corner. Soon the portrait woke up. "Hello Mistress Malfoy"
"Please, don't call me that."
The portrait nodded knowingly "I understand. It is quite good to have company again. It gets awfully lonely in this here corridor."
It was Narcissa's turn to nod knowingly "I came to ask you a question. . .about my son." She concluded.
"Ah, my heir?" replied the portrait now interested "I'm guessing you stumbled upon the prophecy I conjured before my death?"
"Yes. What can you tell me?" Narcissa asked excitedly
"Oh, but I can't. I can't tell you exactly what to do. You already know yourself, child." The portrait looked at her with knowing eyes.
"But. . .they are going to kill my son, and that innocent muggleborn." Narcissa pleaded. "I have to stop them! "
Apollo just chuckled "See how easy that was, you just answered your own question. Go. . .find your son. Find the girl. . .you take them away, keep them together. . . "
". . .And the more the see of each other, the more they could fall for each other, and the prophecy has a better chance to be fulfilled!" Narcissa completed the sentence.
"Exactly, its like one big game of matchmaker."
"That was my favorite hobby in school. . . I remember one time I was trying to set Susanne Flint up with. . .."
"My dear " replied the portrait "No need for memory lane, you are running out of time. Go and Good Luck."
"Thank you so much!" Narcissa replied already running down the corridor.
"Anytime" the portrait said before going back to its slumber.
Running up another flight of stairs Narcissa came to Draco's room, she banged loudly on the doors hoping he'd let her in. She heard footsteps approach the door and it cracked open to reveal Millicent Bulstrode in a nightie . "Millicent! Hello." Narcissa said with an overly-friendly tone as she held her wand under her velvet midnight blue robes. "Where is my son?" she asked still overly friendly.
"We're busy" she said bashfully.
"Are not" she heard her son holler.
"Millicent. . .will you please let me in?"
Millicent just nodded her head no and replied "Come back in an hour or so Mrs.Malfoy" This really pissed Narcissa off. . . Millicent herself just had an aura about her that relatively pissed people off. Poor Draco.
She looked at the girl and responded "Well, in that case, I really have no choice. . . " she pulled out her wand, pointed it at Millicent and yelled "STUPEFEY!" she watched as the girl became still. "Draco!" she called.
Draco who was just about to get changed, looked at his stunned fiancé' and his mother who was still holding the wand. "Wow. . .Thanks. I've been wanting to do that since Hogwarts."
"No time for jokes. You have to leave here at once. " She said grabbing a suitcase and shoving robes and other clothes in it. "Go put on some muggle clothes, dear. Like the kind we wore to the Quiddich World Cup."
"Mum . . ." he said, now sounding slightly worried "What's wrong?"
"Your father, he's one fucked up man, Draco." Narcissa replied, still shoving things in the suitcase.
Draco was now officially scared, he had never heard his mother curse before. I mean, he had known she was unhappy but she had always kept herself cool and refined in situations. "What did he do this time?"
"He's going to kill you Draco, and he's going to kill that Granger girl. I know what you did for her the other night, by the way. It makes me proud to say that you are my son." Narcissa managed a half smile.
"I don't like her, like her " Draco said, almost feeling like a first year again. "I couldn't let the Mudblood die, she was a friend during memory loss. I'll just count it as returning a favor." Draco shrugged it off and helped his mother pack his things. His mind drifted back to the kiss on the head. It was GRATITUDE, plus Granger hates his guts so nothing more would ever happen.
"You are impossible Draco. Hurry now, go get changed!" she said tossing him a pair of muggle jeans and a shirt. Draco rushed into the adjourning loo (bathroom) and quickly undressed. He stopped to admire himself in the mirror. His upper torso was well built from the years of quiddich practice, and the rest of his body was clean and spotless. He didn't necessarily love himself (Okay that was an understatement) But, he took pride in his appearance, and the fact that in Hogwarts many females wanted to have sex with him, despite the fact he was an arrogant jerk. He shook off the memories of the past, and put on the ordinary black t-shirt. It was tight on him because it was the same one he wore to the Quiddich World Cup.
When he came out, his mom was standing with her blonde hair all falling out of its bun, and her brown eyes tearing up. "I cant believe I married that man." She muttered to herself, she stopped noting that Draco was standing there "Where does this Granger live?"
Draco thought back, he remembered hearing Dumbledore say something "Maple lane. . . . No, that's not it. . ." Then all of a sudden he remembered it "Mapleside Avenue, London"
Narcissa quickly went to the bathroom to change into a white flowing skirt and a long-sleeved brown top, she then ran quickly with her son out of the house and apparated from there, leaving the stunned Millicent behind.
-*- Hermione Granger-*-
::Dream Sequence:: ::She was going on a date with Harry, and was waiting for Harry to pick her up. She was waiting in the doorway of her apartment dressed very nicely for the evening. She was excited for all her dates with Harry, but especially this one. This was the day they were going to take their relationship to a new level. She watched the clock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. It seemed to have drummed on forever. Then there was a knock on the door. . .she opened the door not to find Harry, but MALFOY.::
Hermione woke up scared, only to find herself even more scared "MALFOY!" she yelled in sudden realization that he was in her living room. She was still wearing his cloak, considering she fell asleep in it.
"I believe that is mine." He said, motioning to it.
"Don't worry you'll get it back." She quickly went into the other room and put on a pair of comfy gray pants and a black sweatshirt. She handed him the cloak as she re-braided her hair and introduced herself to Mrs.Malfoy. "So, Malfoy" she smirked "Have you come to save me again?"
Draco looked her in the eye and responded "Actually yes I have. . . My father is trying to kill us. Now pack up, Granger."
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Okay no review thank yous today, because I thank and love you all except cell mates reader; if you read this which I know you wont. . .please don't say anything. I told you I was feeling down in the dumps and you only kicked me further. You have no idea. To everybody else I'm sorry if this chapter was predictable or anything like that, I'm trying to get off course with that. Chapter 12 is already written and there'll be more dr/hr. . .which is good considering the type of fic this is.
Anyway, yeah, so answer these questions:
*Long Enough?
*In Character?
*Too Predictable?
Well that's it for now, thanks to all my loyal readers who don't flame me or pick on me for stupid shit. Have a great day.
XOXO
SHADOW
(the numbers were screwed up last chapter, sorry about that)
Disclaimer- Duh. I own the plot, only the plot. Why must we go thru this again?
~Cell Mates~
WHERE U LEFT OFF: 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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(Same Disclaimer as every other chapter, people!)
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Hermione ran, the remains of the muggle clothes almost all the way off her body. So humiliating, to be taken away from her home, to be gagged and almost killed in front of countless people that you've spent your life trying to defeat. The cloak was big on her, and it weighed her progress down, but she blended into the dark. She ran faster and faster with all her might.
Draco Malfoy had just saved her life. Startling realization to make, especially considering who she was, a stupid mudblood. But that didn't matter now, as long as she made it to the forest, there she could safely disapparate. The death eaters were bound to know she was missing. Just one more step. . . just one more. . . .just one . . . more. . . step. Soon she reached the forest edge, stood up as tall as she could manage and apparated to Diagon Alley.
It would not be possible to apparate clearly in a muggle town. She would simply take the Knight Bus or something.
-*-Grave Yard-*-
"Draco, where have you been?" said his father asked coldly
"Looking for the trespassers, I don't want to be seen at one of these things." He said in the same attitude. "God forbid anybody normal catches me with you lot."
His father rolled his eyes, and threatened his wand. Draco stepped back cautiously, hoping that Hermione escaped okay. Now his conscience wouldn't haunt him, and that silly Granger girl would be out of his way. But Prophesy? What Prophesy could involve Granger? He'd make note to use the extensive system of book cases in his bedroom when they returned to the Manor.
Voldemort paced back and forth in fury. He didn't speak, probably for lack of words. "I know exactly who did this, and they shall be punished. Spoiling my plans, the prophecy will not come true, and I will make sure of it."
"Master. . . this isn't good, is. . .is it?" Wormtail stuttered.
"Does it LOOK like its good?" Voldemort howled in despair "Death Eater meeting conjured . . .but fear not, your Master shall return to you in success." He then apparated, with Wormtail following, leaving the rest of the death eaters in positive confusion.
Draco mused [He knows? How could he? He was preoccupied. . .something seems fishy, it must be this prophecy thing he's talking about.] "Draco!" Draco ignored whoever the hell was calling him. "DRACOOOOO!" she whined "Come on honey, lets go." It was Millicent. God, how annoying that woman was. Draco Lucius Malfoy was doomed to live a terrifying life of murder with an annoying wife at his side. . . Just GREAT.
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Hermione sat deep in thought at her house. Thankfully her parents had slept through out he whole episode. Knowing Voldemort he had used some kid of spell to silence their entrance, so it would go unheard. Lucky bastard, he almost got away with it too. She was sure these pictures would haunt her mind forever. . .and Draco, wow, she was completely mind boggled, but yet in awe at the same time. He . . .had saved her. It was hard to believe it.
Maybe he just enjoyed the peep-show that Voldemort had given all his followers -Honestly that skeevy pervert. He could have just left the muggle clothes. She had no idea what she was going to do. Soon she drifted off into a deep sleep.
-*-Malfoy Manor-*-
Narcissa stormed into the Manor infuriated. Death Eater meetings always disturbed her, and now she knew why she always tried to miss them. Embarrassing the poor girl like that, the nerve. And they almost killed her if it wasn't for. . .wait, how did she get away? Some things I guess she'd never know, the girl looked oddly familiar, she had met her at Hogwarts Graduation, that must have been it. She didn't look much older then her son.
Speaking of her son . . .where had he gone off to? Narcissa's mind was really scattered all over the place. She walked along the long corridors of Malfoy Manor the place was like a giant stone castle and even she herself got lost once in awhile. The portraits of deceased Malfoy's hung on the wall. Like the other's they were in service of evil, all bred and born muggle haters. . .ready to infest the world with horror. Narcissa guessed they were probably serving their time in a fiery hell right about now.
A few of them scowled at her as she passed by the dark corridor. She hated it when they did that, they never scowled at Lucius, only her. As she passed by a slightly jarred door she heard two voices, one was shrill and the other sounded very much like her husbands. The dark lord! She thought. As long as she wasn't spotted, she figured it'd be alright to listen in. She stood silently at the door.
"Master, why are you here? Are you implying I was the cause of the chaos tonight?" Lucius pleaded "It wasn't me, Lord."
"Don't be ridiculous! Of course it wasn't you, you are far too loyal to do that." The Dark Lord sneered.
"Well who was it then, Master?"
The Dark Lord narrowed in his eyes in disgust "Your bastard of a son." At those words Narcissa nearly choked, first of all her son was no bastard. Secondly, how could Draco have done such a thing?
"My Son?" Lucius repeated dumb-struck
"Yes, your no good traitor of a son, Lucius!"
"But. . .Master, I straightened him out."
Voldemort seemed all the more aggravated "Apparently love can't straighten people out. Your son is falling in love."
"With Millicent? Why that's not bad. . . how does that effect you master? Millicent was by his side the whole time."
"Apparently not when he spread rumors of trespassers and then freed Hermione Granger." The Dark Lord stood aloof and watched a look of shock appear over his loyal servants face. At this time Narcissa knew exactly what had happened that night, and her heart swelled with pride for her only son. "Look here" Said Voldemort "Wormtail get me the book of prophecies."
As Wormtail did, Narcissa watched through the crack in the door as Lucuis muttered something angrily under his breath while reading from the book. "Absurd!" she heard, as her husband hit the table "This is Absurd, Master!"
"Ah yes, but it appears to be coming true. We must put a plan into action that will make me reign supreme."
Both Wormtail and Lucius nodded together, as the dark lord spoke again "Seeing that our plans to kill Hermione Granger have failed, then we will have to try it again won't we? And Lucius. . .I am afraid if your son ever finds out, and I don't put it past him, that he will save her again. We must kill your son, for he is no longer a help, but a threat to my power."
Narcissa felt like a weight of a ton of bricks hit her. [Oh God, Lucius don't agree to this! Don't . . .say no, stand up to him]. Despite Narcissa's urge to scream at the top of her lungs, then hit the dark lord unconscious with a Firebolt, she remained quiet. This information was essential to gather. Narcissa's stomach knotted up as Lucius replied "But. . . master . . . " he paused "But he is the only heir to the Malfoy name."
"That is where you are wrong." He replied quite frankly "As a matter of fact, Lucius, your brother Bernard's wife has recently given birth to two twin boys."
Lucius looked dumbfounded once again. He always did when he didn't want to make a decision, "And Master, this is essential to your plan. My son must die?" The dark lord merely nodded "Then may your will be done, my Lord." Lucius said, giving an uneasy smile as the dark Lord beamed.
[ I married a bloody bastard! A bloody fucking bastard.] She stood there in the hallway shell-shocked. How could the father of her child agree to kill that very child, the only child. This only proved to her that their love meant nothing. She heard their conversation come to a close, "We must get planning " Voldemort spoke "I know a very nice Italian bistro in London. . . "
"Erm . . .Master, I think they'd call the ministry if you just came wandering in. You are the most feared and wanted Dark Wizard. . . ." Wormtail stuttered.
"Oh right. Then back to my place, I had these nice gingerbread cookies sent out. . ." He said in his high screechy voice, although it sounded rather cheerful. The Dark Lord usually got cheerful around murder time. "Wormtail, you slime, Make sure you bring that prophecy book along. Let's go Lucius." The two men apparated, Wormtail following. But seeing as Wormtail is a complete moron, he left the prophecy book in plain grasp.
Narcissa quietly tip toed into the room, very curious as to what this prophecy might be. She couldn't believe Wormtail was still around, she had gone to school with him. He was always the scrawny kid who wanted attention, but was never bold enough to get any of his own. He followed his friends everywhere.
She remembered his friends well. Sirius, Remus and James. A pang of sorrow hit her at the mention of Sirius, she had heard of the death awhile ago. Not many in her family missed Sirius, he was sort of the black sheep of the family. But a great person he was, despite the fact he was a womanizing trouble maker. Everybody loved him, though. There was something oh so likeable about Sirius Black. (a/n: no pun to siri, he's awesome)
James, she remembered was cocky, arrogant but truly cared about a certain Lily Potter. They were always a fun couple to watch snog in the corridors during her 7th year. And Remus was pretty nice, she had to work with him once on a Care of Magical Creatures project. Despite the fact that she was a bitchy Slytherin back then, he was decent to work with. Childhood memories. She didn't have time to reminisce, she quickly looked at the page (which had stupidly been left open) and she read:
"A long time ago, the prophets did speak,
Of a the binding of two souls, hurt and weak.
For the world did see, danger and hate,
But danger can't match, the power of fate.
And the prophecy was written, that by hate may love form,
And only that love, can calm the storm.
So, I wrote up this contract, named it well,
Packed it away, so only time could tell,
If the true heir of mine, can love in spite of all,
Only then will darkness fall.
The stars up at night, work their ways high above,
As I'll lay down to rest, this prophecy of love."
'A.D. Malfoy 1765'
Narcissa absorbed the information in utter shock, A.D. Malfoy? Who the hell is that? She quickly tried to memorize the page, then left the book exactly as it was and rushed outside to the portraits. Skimming down the long corridor she couldn't find any. "Hey! You!" She shouted at one of the portraits with a knight in shining armor on it.
Startled, the knight in the portrait appeared "What Miss?"
"Where can I find A.D. Malfoy's portrait?"
"Turn next left, and go back to the far corner. His portrait is never visited much." the old knight replied.
"Thank you. . .erm, sir." She said as she sprinted down the hallway then made a sharp left. She was slowly loosing her breath, but she had to keep walking on, she soon fount the picture, near the corner it was old and forgotten. The dust was sitting on it, and the man in the picture was like most Malfoys. He had the trademark silver blonde hair but his face had pleasant features. A calming appearance.
The portrait was sleeping, so Narcissa simply read the plaque at the bottom "A.D. Apollo Draco Malfoy 1700 - 1765 Execution for Failure to Support the Dark Side" No wonder he was all the way over here in some forgotten corner. Soon the portrait woke up. "Hello Mistress Malfoy"
"Please, don't call me that."
The portrait nodded knowingly "I understand. It is quite good to have company again. It gets awfully lonely in this here corridor."
It was Narcissa's turn to nod knowingly "I came to ask you a question. . .about my son." She concluded.
"Ah, my heir?" replied the portrait now interested "I'm guessing you stumbled upon the prophecy I conjured before my death?"
"Yes. What can you tell me?" Narcissa asked excitedly
"Oh, but I can't. I can't tell you exactly what to do. You already know yourself, child." The portrait looked at her with knowing eyes.
"But. . .they are going to kill my son, and that innocent muggleborn." Narcissa pleaded. "I have to stop them! "
Apollo just chuckled "See how easy that was, you just answered your own question. Go. . .find your son. Find the girl. . .you take them away, keep them together. . . "
". . .And the more the see of each other, the more they could fall for each other, and the prophecy has a better chance to be fulfilled!" Narcissa completed the sentence.
"Exactly, its like one big game of matchmaker."
"That was my favorite hobby in school. . . I remember one time I was trying to set Susanne Flint up with. . .."
"My dear " replied the portrait "No need for memory lane, you are running out of time. Go and Good Luck."
"Thank you so much!" Narcissa replied already running down the corridor.
"Anytime" the portrait said before going back to its slumber.
Running up another flight of stairs Narcissa came to Draco's room, she banged loudly on the doors hoping he'd let her in. She heard footsteps approach the door and it cracked open to reveal Millicent Bulstrode in a nightie . "Millicent! Hello." Narcissa said with an overly-friendly tone as she held her wand under her velvet midnight blue robes. "Where is my son?" she asked still overly friendly.
"We're busy" she said bashfully.
"Are not" she heard her son holler.
"Millicent. . .will you please let me in?"
Millicent just nodded her head no and replied "Come back in an hour or so Mrs.Malfoy" This really pissed Narcissa off. . . Millicent herself just had an aura about her that relatively pissed people off. Poor Draco.
She looked at the girl and responded "Well, in that case, I really have no choice. . . " she pulled out her wand, pointed it at Millicent and yelled "STUPEFEY!" she watched as the girl became still. "Draco!" she called.
Draco who was just about to get changed, looked at his stunned fiancé' and his mother who was still holding the wand. "Wow. . .Thanks. I've been wanting to do that since Hogwarts."
"No time for jokes. You have to leave here at once. " She said grabbing a suitcase and shoving robes and other clothes in it. "Go put on some muggle clothes, dear. Like the kind we wore to the Quiddich World Cup."
"Mum . . ." he said, now sounding slightly worried "What's wrong?"
"Your father, he's one fucked up man, Draco." Narcissa replied, still shoving things in the suitcase.
Draco was now officially scared, he had never heard his mother curse before. I mean, he had known she was unhappy but she had always kept herself cool and refined in situations. "What did he do this time?"
"He's going to kill you Draco, and he's going to kill that Granger girl. I know what you did for her the other night, by the way. It makes me proud to say that you are my son." Narcissa managed a half smile.
"I don't like her, like her " Draco said, almost feeling like a first year again. "I couldn't let the Mudblood die, she was a friend during memory loss. I'll just count it as returning a favor." Draco shrugged it off and helped his mother pack his things. His mind drifted back to the kiss on the head. It was GRATITUDE, plus Granger hates his guts so nothing more would ever happen.
"You are impossible Draco. Hurry now, go get changed!" she said tossing him a pair of muggle jeans and a shirt. Draco rushed into the adjourning loo (bathroom) and quickly undressed. He stopped to admire himself in the mirror. His upper torso was well built from the years of quiddich practice, and the rest of his body was clean and spotless. He didn't necessarily love himself (Okay that was an understatement) But, he took pride in his appearance, and the fact that in Hogwarts many females wanted to have sex with him, despite the fact he was an arrogant jerk. He shook off the memories of the past, and put on the ordinary black t-shirt. It was tight on him because it was the same one he wore to the Quiddich World Cup.
When he came out, his mom was standing with her blonde hair all falling out of its bun, and her brown eyes tearing up. "I cant believe I married that man." She muttered to herself, she stopped noting that Draco was standing there "Where does this Granger live?"
Draco thought back, he remembered hearing Dumbledore say something "Maple lane. . . . No, that's not it. . ." Then all of a sudden he remembered it "Mapleside Avenue, London"
Narcissa quickly went to the bathroom to change into a white flowing skirt and a long-sleeved brown top, she then ran quickly with her son out of the house and apparated from there, leaving the stunned Millicent behind.
-*- Hermione Granger-*-
::Dream Sequence:: ::She was going on a date with Harry, and was waiting for Harry to pick her up. She was waiting in the doorway of her apartment dressed very nicely for the evening. She was excited for all her dates with Harry, but especially this one. This was the day they were going to take their relationship to a new level. She watched the clock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. It seemed to have drummed on forever. Then there was a knock on the door. . .she opened the door not to find Harry, but MALFOY.::
Hermione woke up scared, only to find herself even more scared "MALFOY!" she yelled in sudden realization that he was in her living room. She was still wearing his cloak, considering she fell asleep in it.
"I believe that is mine." He said, motioning to it.
"Don't worry you'll get it back." She quickly went into the other room and put on a pair of comfy gray pants and a black sweatshirt. She handed him the cloak as she re-braided her hair and introduced herself to Mrs.Malfoy. "So, Malfoy" she smirked "Have you come to save me again?"
Draco looked her in the eye and responded "Actually yes I have. . . My father is trying to kill us. Now pack up, Granger."
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Okay no review thank yous today, because I thank and love you all except cell mates reader; if you read this which I know you wont. . .please don't say anything. I told you I was feeling down in the dumps and you only kicked me further. You have no idea. To everybody else I'm sorry if this chapter was predictable or anything like that, I'm trying to get off course with that. Chapter 12 is already written and there'll be more dr/hr. . .which is good considering the type of fic this is.
Anyway, yeah, so answer these questions:
*Long Enough?
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Well that's it for now, thanks to all my loyal readers who don't flame me or pick on me for stupid shit. Have a great day.
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