Everything To Fight For
I have to stop waiting so long before I update my chapters, but its so hard to juggle all my hobbies, school and updating often, especially when the end of school is coming, so in other words, till around the end of June my story chapters are going to be a bit farther spread apart, but I try my best. Anyways, here we go…
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. In other words, don't sue me… please?
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Chapter 12 (its really 11 but the author note is screwing me up so now its chapter 12. Just because… MUAH HAHAHAHA!)
Chapter 12 With Those Eyes
Hermione paused, as she looked out on the dark streets, heavy with traffic that didn't notice her standing there in the dead of the night. She began to become scared as she realized she didn't know where to start searching for Draco. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, and she held her wrist tightly clenched in her hand, trying to steady herself. She looked around the street wondering where she was going to go first.
Where had she heard that voice before? It echoed in her mind like a hollow whisper. She knew that voice… now where had she heard it? She couldn't think of it, but she had this urge to go to the Malfoy Manner. She knew she should look where Draco dreaded.
Hadn't it been what he had said to the unknown voice? 'I was getting away from you' or something like that… she couldn't quite remember. All she could remember was that something was telling her that Malfoy Manner was the place she would find Draco.
She apparated at the front gates of the Manner and looked into the dreary castle grounds with its thick fog that lay like a blanket over the grass. It had a strange aurora all right; there was no doubt about that. How ever could Draco stand growing up in an environment like this? Hermione had remembered Draco talking about the security measures of this place… they were huge.
She remembered that one false move could leave you dead. She also remembered that most of the spells had clues, or they wee some sort of riddle about them. Hermione figured, that if there were that many traps along the way, the first one must have been hidden in the doorway. She looked the gates over carefully and picked a branch off a bush in front of her. She touched the gates with it, and slowly but surely, the plant began to burn.
Hermione rolled her eyes. This was it? Some great spell… seriously, it burns the branch just a bit? She bet that if she weren't even looking, she wouldn't have noticed it. She took it off of the gate and in that exact second it burst into fiery flames.
Hermione dropped it almost immediately, whipping her hand around to cool it down and sucking on the part of her fingertips that felt slightly burnt. She now saw this was nothing to be sarcastic about. She had remembered reading of this spell in one of her books… some type of quick burning curse. The person would touch the object that was cursed and would have no idea they were burning until their body parts fully let go of that object. Then, and only then, would they burst into flames.
The first wizard who discovered the curse had to sit and write about it as he carefully leaned against the object he had touched. That was where he remained for the rest of his life, because it was some sort of wall. If he had let go, he would have been cooked. So, thank god she was as smart as a whip.
Hermione looked around and wondered about a possible counter curse… but no… it was not often that found a counter curse for something such as this, filled with evil. She bit her lip thoughtfully. There MUST have been a way the Malfoy's were able to get into their own house.
Hermione started to walk along the sides of the house, until she came about something quite peculiar. If it hadn't been for the long stick that had tripped her, she wouldn't have spotted it, but thanks to that tree-route, she had fallen in front of it. The bushes in front of her were slightly parted, and there was a small rusted engraving of an M along side of the ordinary spiked fence.
Hermione scrambled over to it. She pushed the bushes apart, which was surprisingly easy, and then she pulled at the M, which seemed to be parted down the middle. To her surprise, it easily opened and she was able to crawl through.
Sticks and branches whipped her face, along side her cheeks, and her arms until she finally fully crawled through the entrance. She guessed that was just in case of emergency use, because no Malfoy was ever going to get themselves dirty by crawling on the ground to get into their house grounds.
Hermione walked about a bit, but no more than two feet in front of her from where she had come in, because of the traps that could possibly be in the way. She paused and thought of what she was going to do.
Soon, she had found herself walking cautiously around the yards, turning away from danger whenever it was suspected. She knew it was impossible to apparate inside the Malfoy's mansion, because it was created so that you couldn't… unless you were a Malfoy. Being a Malfoy did have its perks.
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After a while of manoeuvring around the grounds, Hermione spotted an open window at the top of the building. She cautiously walked up to it and looked at the long dangling vines that hung to the side of the hose. No way, were they going to be able to carry the weight of a teenage girl… alone that is.
Hermione bundled them up, clenching them with her fist. She took a deep breath and leaned back on them, putting her feet on the wall and pulling her body up as she walked. She tried to climb quickly, but as she started to reach closer to the top, the vines in which she was holding onto began to break rapidly. All she could do was keep climbing and holding her breath, praying they wouldn't altogether snap, sending her to her doom at the side of Malfoy Manner.
Soon there were only five strands left… three… two… SNAP! It cracked like a whip and sent her in a sudden shock falling backwards. She let out a scream, but kept it short remembering that she didn't want to arouse attention. She pushed off the wall with her feet and it sent her upwards slightly, just so that she could grasp the edge of the windowsill.
She dangled there for a moment, catching her breath and not forgetting that her fingertips were slowly making her slide off. She took all her upper body strength, and forced it into one pull, lifting her body up so her arms lay straight beneath her as she fell into the inside of the room.
"Did you hear that? What the hell was it?"
Now Hermione knew where she had heard that voice before. It was none other than the voice of Luscious Malfoy.
"I don't know, father." Said a familiar, yet strange voice. She knew it all too well. It was Draco, and it sounded slow and droned, like it was against his will to answer, but it was said with ease. Like a machine. He had no control.
Hermione peered around the corner and Draco was standing there by his father who was peering around anxiously.
"Come. We must get you ready for the ceremony. All of Voldemorts men are waiting on you." Luscious said slyly.
Hermione gulped and backed up a bit. She had nowhere to hide. She began to panic, and looked over at Draco. His eyes were no longer the peaceful grey she could remember. There was no smile in them; no twinkle that lighted up his face when he gave her a sweet half smile. His eyes were dark, cold, and filled with anger and hatred.
In a sudden movement, Hermione was flung back by a hand gripping her shoulder and pulling her back. She let out a yell, but a hand quickly covered her mouth and she was pulled into the darkness, inside what had seemed to be an ordinary bookcase.
She was filled with terror, and all she could think about was Draco's eyes. There was no way to explain it. There was no way to say what it was like.
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Okay, I decided to end it here because it is the perfect cliffhanger! MUAH HAHAHAHA! Anyways, review and ill write! That's about it, and I'm going to start after I read some stories from other people, so I'll probably start the next chapter of one of my stories tonight. See you!
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