A/N: Hey, how's it going? I have been so busy lately, and have been having
withdraws, but I'm finally back. I was wondering, would any of you guys
read my new story? I would really appreciate it. It would mean a lot to me,
and who knows, I may even feel like updating more on this story...
Reviewers:
Purple Evenleaf: Hey, thank you for your review. I'm glad you think he's hot, too. I don't know many people that do. He is actually sixteen, because his birthday is on September 22, 1987. You were close, though. I'd love to help you. What exactly are you having trouble doing? You should email me. My email is on my main page, you can get there by clicking my name at the top of the page when reading my story. If there is anything I can do to help out, feel free to email me. I'd love to hear from you!
DramaQueen007: What do you mean, I'm a nut case? That isn't cool.
Smiles28: You'll have to wait to find out who it is. I plan to make you guys guess who it is.
Applescm: I think you will be surprised at who the murder is...
OrangeJelloIsYummy: Hey, that's not fair!!! I like Tom Felton, too. I just found someone who had his email address, and I just emailed it. I haven't received an email back yet, and am hoping to get a response soon. It's okay that you aren't in to Lord of the Rings, but only a couple of people have read it, and I'm starting to feel bad. I really need people to read it.
hprincess: Thank you for your review. I'm glad you like the story. I'll try to update more often.
Disclaimer: Draco is mine, end of story...
Chapter Twenty-four
Draco was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about who might have killed Blaise. It had been about a week since he and Hermione had talked to Dumbledore, and he had concluded that it had to be someone his father knew. His father may have put a student under the imperious curse, so he had to be careful.
A loud sigh came from outside his door, making Draco jump out of his daze. He got out of bed and opened his door, seeing homework in front of her, but instead of working, tears were running down her face and landing on her parchment. Draco walked out of his room, over to Hermione, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked, giving her a hug from behind.
Hermione wiped her face with the edge of her sleeve, and sighed heavily. "I can't believe that Blaise is dead. Why would someone want to kill him?" she asked, fresh tears forming in her eyes again.
"Hermione, it'll be alright." Draco bent his head, his lips mere inches from her ear. "It doesn't do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live."
"The only way we can forget about it is to find the person who killed Blaise and have him punished." She looked into Draco's face, and he wiped a tear away from her eye.
"We'd better start interrogating people if we want to find out, then." Hermione's face lit up.
"I have an idea."
Hermione and Draco walked down the corridors, occasionally stopping any suspicious students that came in their way. The couple had been excused from class for a couple days, having all their homework done, so they decided to question students. They also thought questioning the students would be fun because it was almost winter break, and they might think they got into trouble somehow. Just then, Neville came walking down the corridor, and Draco took it upon himself to pull him aside.
"Neville, buddy," said Draco, gliding over to Neville and wrapping his arm around Neville's shoulder. "We have a couple questions to ask you."
"H...have I done something wrong?" Neville shot a nervous glance over at Hermione.
"Draco, stop being so mean!" she said, slapping his shoulder. "No, Neville, we'd just like to ask you a couple questions concerning the..." Draco put his hand over her mouth to stop her from receiving strange looks from other students.
"Not here," he whispered in her ear. "We need to talk in private." The trio walked down the corridors until they came to an empty classroom. Hermione shut the door and muttered a spell to lock the door.
Neville sat down in a chair behind a table. Draco then muttered a spell, and all the lights dimmed. He then lit a candle, and Hermione heard Neville quiver.
"Draco, stop it." She muttered another spell, and all the lights came back on. "Let's just question him and get it over with.
"Okay, fine."
"Neville," Hermione began. "Have you heard anything concerning the death of Blaise?"
"Well, I normally hear things that others don't hear, because most people just ignore me. You came to the right person." He paused, and seeing the look of hunger in their eyes, he continued. "Just the other day, I heard a couple Slytherins talking about Blaise. It wasn't all clear, but I heard something like 'after Blaise was dead, we just rushed out of the hospital wing. They didn't even suspect that we did anything just because we are Slytherins and we aren't all that bright.'"
"Neville, I think you have just given us the information that we needed." Hermione hugged her friend. Then she and Draco rushed out of the room, leaving Neville all confused.
"How come no one ever explains anything to me?" he asked himself, leaving the classroom.
"Draco, do you have to go in there by yourself? Why can't I go in there with you?" Hermione asked, her hand holding onto Draco's arm, shivering at the coldness of the dungeons.
"Hermione, I don't want you to get hurt," he said, kissing her on the forehead. "I can't afford to lose you."
"But you wouldn't lose me. I'm even more afraid of letting you go in there by yourself for fear of you not coming out."
"Hermione, you're a Gryffindor. You aren't allowed in the Slytherin dorms. You aren't even supposed to know where they are. Please, just do this for me! I want you to head back up to our common room as fast as you can. Wait there for me. If I don't come back by the time it is curfew, go to Dumbledore. He'll know of what happened."
"Draco, you aren't planning on getting yourself killed, are you?" she asked, looking deep into his eyes.
"Hermione, I promise you, I will come back. I don't want you to get hurt. Please, do this for me." His eyes pleaded with hers.
"Okay," she whispered, and the couple quietly bid each other goodbye.
"Quit making this hard for me," he said, his trade-mark smirk on his face. "Get going."
He waited until she had gone all the way up the stairs before entering the Slytherin common room. The cold stone walls slid open when Draco said the secret password, and he walked into the dark and unwelcoming corridor. He was just about to come into the common room, when his way was blocked.
"Hello, Draco. We see you have found out our secret."
A/N: Well, who do you think it is? I need ideas. What do you want to happen to Draco? I am at a loss of ideas, but I know what I want to happen in the long shot. Upcoming events in this story are needed. Please help!!! Thank you!!! And please review!!!
Elven at Heart
Reviewers:
Purple Evenleaf: Hey, thank you for your review. I'm glad you think he's hot, too. I don't know many people that do. He is actually sixteen, because his birthday is on September 22, 1987. You were close, though. I'd love to help you. What exactly are you having trouble doing? You should email me. My email is on my main page, you can get there by clicking my name at the top of the page when reading my story. If there is anything I can do to help out, feel free to email me. I'd love to hear from you!
DramaQueen007: What do you mean, I'm a nut case? That isn't cool.
Smiles28: You'll have to wait to find out who it is. I plan to make you guys guess who it is.
Applescm: I think you will be surprised at who the murder is...
OrangeJelloIsYummy: Hey, that's not fair!!! I like Tom Felton, too. I just found someone who had his email address, and I just emailed it. I haven't received an email back yet, and am hoping to get a response soon. It's okay that you aren't in to Lord of the Rings, but only a couple of people have read it, and I'm starting to feel bad. I really need people to read it.
hprincess: Thank you for your review. I'm glad you like the story. I'll try to update more often.
Disclaimer: Draco is mine, end of story...
Chapter Twenty-four
Draco was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about who might have killed Blaise. It had been about a week since he and Hermione had talked to Dumbledore, and he had concluded that it had to be someone his father knew. His father may have put a student under the imperious curse, so he had to be careful.
A loud sigh came from outside his door, making Draco jump out of his daze. He got out of bed and opened his door, seeing homework in front of her, but instead of working, tears were running down her face and landing on her parchment. Draco walked out of his room, over to Hermione, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked, giving her a hug from behind.
Hermione wiped her face with the edge of her sleeve, and sighed heavily. "I can't believe that Blaise is dead. Why would someone want to kill him?" she asked, fresh tears forming in her eyes again.
"Hermione, it'll be alright." Draco bent his head, his lips mere inches from her ear. "It doesn't do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live."
"The only way we can forget about it is to find the person who killed Blaise and have him punished." She looked into Draco's face, and he wiped a tear away from her eye.
"We'd better start interrogating people if we want to find out, then." Hermione's face lit up.
"I have an idea."
Hermione and Draco walked down the corridors, occasionally stopping any suspicious students that came in their way. The couple had been excused from class for a couple days, having all their homework done, so they decided to question students. They also thought questioning the students would be fun because it was almost winter break, and they might think they got into trouble somehow. Just then, Neville came walking down the corridor, and Draco took it upon himself to pull him aside.
"Neville, buddy," said Draco, gliding over to Neville and wrapping his arm around Neville's shoulder. "We have a couple questions to ask you."
"H...have I done something wrong?" Neville shot a nervous glance over at Hermione.
"Draco, stop being so mean!" she said, slapping his shoulder. "No, Neville, we'd just like to ask you a couple questions concerning the..." Draco put his hand over her mouth to stop her from receiving strange looks from other students.
"Not here," he whispered in her ear. "We need to talk in private." The trio walked down the corridors until they came to an empty classroom. Hermione shut the door and muttered a spell to lock the door.
Neville sat down in a chair behind a table. Draco then muttered a spell, and all the lights dimmed. He then lit a candle, and Hermione heard Neville quiver.
"Draco, stop it." She muttered another spell, and all the lights came back on. "Let's just question him and get it over with.
"Okay, fine."
"Neville," Hermione began. "Have you heard anything concerning the death of Blaise?"
"Well, I normally hear things that others don't hear, because most people just ignore me. You came to the right person." He paused, and seeing the look of hunger in their eyes, he continued. "Just the other day, I heard a couple Slytherins talking about Blaise. It wasn't all clear, but I heard something like 'after Blaise was dead, we just rushed out of the hospital wing. They didn't even suspect that we did anything just because we are Slytherins and we aren't all that bright.'"
"Neville, I think you have just given us the information that we needed." Hermione hugged her friend. Then she and Draco rushed out of the room, leaving Neville all confused.
"How come no one ever explains anything to me?" he asked himself, leaving the classroom.
"Draco, do you have to go in there by yourself? Why can't I go in there with you?" Hermione asked, her hand holding onto Draco's arm, shivering at the coldness of the dungeons.
"Hermione, I don't want you to get hurt," he said, kissing her on the forehead. "I can't afford to lose you."
"But you wouldn't lose me. I'm even more afraid of letting you go in there by yourself for fear of you not coming out."
"Hermione, you're a Gryffindor. You aren't allowed in the Slytherin dorms. You aren't even supposed to know where they are. Please, just do this for me! I want you to head back up to our common room as fast as you can. Wait there for me. If I don't come back by the time it is curfew, go to Dumbledore. He'll know of what happened."
"Draco, you aren't planning on getting yourself killed, are you?" she asked, looking deep into his eyes.
"Hermione, I promise you, I will come back. I don't want you to get hurt. Please, do this for me." His eyes pleaded with hers.
"Okay," she whispered, and the couple quietly bid each other goodbye.
"Quit making this hard for me," he said, his trade-mark smirk on his face. "Get going."
He waited until she had gone all the way up the stairs before entering the Slytherin common room. The cold stone walls slid open when Draco said the secret password, and he walked into the dark and unwelcoming corridor. He was just about to come into the common room, when his way was blocked.
"Hello, Draco. We see you have found out our secret."
A/N: Well, who do you think it is? I need ideas. What do you want to happen to Draco? I am at a loss of ideas, but I know what I want to happen in the long shot. Upcoming events in this story are needed. Please help!!! Thank you!!! And please review!!!
Elven at Heart