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Draco just stared at her, his eyes wide with surprise, if that. She nodded. Draco shook his head, trying not to imagine it. He stood up, and started for the door, Hermione running after him.
"No! Draco…you mustn't go to him!" She shrieked, and Draco put his hands on her shoulders. His light blue stare pierced through her.
"I'm not. I'm not that stupid, Hermione," he laughed a little, not because it was funny, but because it would be ridiculous to go after Potter. He would only kill Hermione, or worse, put her through more pain. He had to work on a plan of his own, a plan not to be spoken of, not even to her.
"I'm just going for a walk, to clear my mind."
Hermione looked upset, almost frantic.
"And what if he comes here!?" she stammered nervously. "What am I supposed to do then?!"
"Hermione, he doesn't know the password to Slytherin."
Hermione looked about nervously, trying to make up any excuse to make him stay. Truth was, she didn't want him to go because she was afraid, and the fast that she hadn't been alone with him in over a month.
"He's a very powerful wizard! He can do anything," she tried her best to convince him. He shook his head.
"How about this. I put a lock on my door, and I run down and get you something to eat," he suggested, and that idea seemed to go over significantly well with her. She reluctantly nodded, and stepped out of his way so he could approach the door. He silently thanked her with a short hug, and he left, closing the door tightly and sealing it with a spell. That should do the trick, he thought to himself.
Hermione walked around Draco's room, looking at all of the things in it. She might as well, she thought, for she had nothing else to occupy herself with. She couldn't even get out if she wanted to; the door was sealed. So, she found herself walking over to a desk in front of a window, where she could see snow falling gently outside. She smiled at the sight of it, and she turned her eyes down to the desk. There were a few books on the desk, one overturned with about halfway opened. Under it, she saw a strange piece of paper, and she looked around before her curiosity got the best of her, and she picked it up.
It appeared to be a letter, and although it looked very interesting, she could not read it, for it was all in German. She sighed with annoyance, and tried to scan the letter for any clues as to who it may be from. At the end, there was a signing with the name of Gustof. Not a typical German name, which Hermione found interesting. She remembered something she had learned from Snape, in class when she had came upon a foreign text in one of her extra credit assignments. He had taught her a little translation spell, which he did not tell to many students, because he encouraged them to actually learn the language instead of just taking the easy way out.
She took her wand out, and she cast the spell on the letter. It glowed, and she saw the words rearranging themselves on the page, forming English words. The letter went something like this:
Dear Cousin,
I have no one else to turn to, you must understand. It has been such a trouble for me to reach anyone, and I think only of you. I am tired, hungry, and living here makes me sick most of the time. My heart sometimes burns for you, only you dear cousin. Come away, live with me, forget your sorrows. Help me stray from this place of filth. Hear soon from you soon Cousin.
Your Beloved,
Gustof
Hermione put the letter back on the desk after she had looked at it for a few minutes. Who was this Gustof character? And why was he calling Draco beloved, and telling of how his heart burns for him? Hermione did not want to picture her Draco having some kind of sick relation with his male cousin. She made a disgusted face, and she turned away from the desk.
Strange, also, Hermione did not know that Draco knew German. Possibly his cousin and he wrote back and forth in that as to not have anyone discover their writings. She would ask him about the letter, but she would not say she knew what it said. It made her curiosity go on fire. What did this mean?
Draco walked quickly along the hallway, looking straight ahead. No, he wasn't about to tell Dumbledore about what he had discovered about Potter. He was going to deal with this himself, but even he didn't know how yet. Dealing with Potter was an extremely dangerous thing, he was quite aware of that. But, it was the only way he could make it stop…and to get revenge. No one did that to his Hermione.
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Draco just stared at her, his eyes wide with surprise, if that. She nodded. Draco shook his head, trying not to imagine it. He stood up, and started for the door, Hermione running after him.
"No! Draco…you mustn't go to him!" She shrieked, and Draco put his hands on her shoulders. His light blue stare pierced through her.
"I'm not. I'm not that stupid, Hermione," he laughed a little, not because it was funny, but because it would be ridiculous to go after Potter. He would only kill Hermione, or worse, put her through more pain. He had to work on a plan of his own, a plan not to be spoken of, not even to her.
"I'm just going for a walk, to clear my mind."
Hermione looked upset, almost frantic.
"And what if he comes here!?" she stammered nervously. "What am I supposed to do then?!"
"Hermione, he doesn't know the password to Slytherin."
Hermione looked about nervously, trying to make up any excuse to make him stay. Truth was, she didn't want him to go because she was afraid, and the fast that she hadn't been alone with him in over a month.
"He's a very powerful wizard! He can do anything," she tried her best to convince him. He shook his head.
"How about this. I put a lock on my door, and I run down and get you something to eat," he suggested, and that idea seemed to go over significantly well with her. She reluctantly nodded, and stepped out of his way so he could approach the door. He silently thanked her with a short hug, and he left, closing the door tightly and sealing it with a spell. That should do the trick, he thought to himself.
Hermione walked around Draco's room, looking at all of the things in it. She might as well, she thought, for she had nothing else to occupy herself with. She couldn't even get out if she wanted to; the door was sealed. So, she found herself walking over to a desk in front of a window, where she could see snow falling gently outside. She smiled at the sight of it, and she turned her eyes down to the desk. There were a few books on the desk, one overturned with about halfway opened. Under it, she saw a strange piece of paper, and she looked around before her curiosity got the best of her, and she picked it up.
It appeared to be a letter, and although it looked very interesting, she could not read it, for it was all in German. She sighed with annoyance, and tried to scan the letter for any clues as to who it may be from. At the end, there was a signing with the name of Gustof. Not a typical German name, which Hermione found interesting. She remembered something she had learned from Snape, in class when she had came upon a foreign text in one of her extra credit assignments. He had taught her a little translation spell, which he did not tell to many students, because he encouraged them to actually learn the language instead of just taking the easy way out.
She took her wand out, and she cast the spell on the letter. It glowed, and she saw the words rearranging themselves on the page, forming English words. The letter went something like this:
Dear Cousin,
I have no one else to turn to, you must understand. It has been such a trouble for me to reach anyone, and I think only of you. I am tired, hungry, and living here makes me sick most of the time. My heart sometimes burns for you, only you dear cousin. Come away, live with me, forget your sorrows. Help me stray from this place of filth. Hear soon from you soon Cousin.
Your Beloved,
Gustof
Hermione put the letter back on the desk after she had looked at it for a few minutes. Who was this Gustof character? And why was he calling Draco beloved, and telling of how his heart burns for him? Hermione did not want to picture her Draco having some kind of sick relation with his male cousin. She made a disgusted face, and she turned away from the desk.
Strange, also, Hermione did not know that Draco knew German. Possibly his cousin and he wrote back and forth in that as to not have anyone discover their writings. She would ask him about the letter, but she would not say she knew what it said. It made her curiosity go on fire. What did this mean?
Draco walked quickly along the hallway, looking straight ahead. No, he wasn't about to tell Dumbledore about what he had discovered about Potter. He was going to deal with this himself, but even he didn't know how yet. Dealing with Potter was an extremely dangerous thing, he was quite aware of that. But, it was the only way he could make it stop…and to get revenge. No one did that to his Hermione.
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