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Chapter Nine: Take Two
A pair of gray-blue eyes opened wide in shock. He had just had an awful nightmare. He had seen the certain someone that the Order was trying to save: Hermione Granger.
Dumbledore smiled a weak smile. "Hello, minister, I think we have a problem."
Fudge smiled. He had changed a lot. He used to be evil, but now he knew right from wrong and most of all trusted Dumbledore. They were actually the best of friends.
Another interesting fact is that even though Fudge isn't minister of Magic anymore, Dumbledore still calls him that.
Dumbledore quickly explained to him about 'the plan' falling through.
Fudge nodded, sympathetically, and said, "Knowing you, Dumbledore, you'll always have a back-up plan."
He smiled as Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Oh yes, and now it's time for Take Two."
A head with pale-blonde-silvery hair was once again running down a long corridor, but only this time it was for real.
He ran to the end of the hallway and stood in front of the gargoyle that led to Dumbledore's office.
"Lint-flavored jelly beans from 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.'"
The gargoyle slowly turned to the left, revealing a narrow spiral staircase.
The 'Sex God' of Slytherin dashed up the stairs to Dumbledore's office.
Two small, shaking hands placed on Hermione's shoulders woke Hermione up from her heavy sleep.
Hermione groaned and opened her eyes a crack.
Two huge black eyes stared at her at her own eye level from lying on the bed.
Hermione screeched and sat up. She then looked down at the house elf standing next to her bed.
The house elf looked as if it had seen its own grave.
"I'm so sorry, miss. Milet didn't mean to scare you, miss."
Hermione took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, Milet, but uh...what do you want?"
Milet answered quickly. "Master Riddle wants to see Miss Riddle dressed and downstairs for breakfast in a half of an hour, miss."
Hermione nodded a very sour looking face. "Milet is to help you get ready miss. So if you would kindly go take a bath, miss. It would be greatly appreciated."
Hermione nodded again, but quicker this time. She swung her legs around and stood up. She was still wearing the light blue, shimmering dress she had worn to supper two days before. Now it was crinkled and smelly. Her hair was everywhere. She wore no jewelry; she had already taken it off and put it on her nightstand.
Milet led her to her bathroom, which was opposite of the doors leading out of her room to the downstairs.
Milet smiled as Hermione looked around in awe. The counter tops were gold and shimmering. There was a huge shower, and a bathtub that could seat four. The knobs on all of the cabinets were diamond. The sinks' knobs were also diamond. Everything was so neat, pretty, and even though she hated to say it...expensive.
Just as Dumbledore finished saying, "Oh yes, and now it's time for Take Two," the gargoyle turned and in ran a young man that was out of breath.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said with a smile, and motioning to the empty chair next to Fudge.
Draco nodded and sat down.
"And what brings you here?" Dumbledore said, still smiling.
Draco looked up into Dumbledore's twinkling eyes. "I just had a very weird dream."
Dumbledore's smile widened and nodded.
"And what was this dream about?"
Draco looked at Fudge, who was listening intently.
"Well, it had Grang- Hermione in it."
Dumbledore nodded and Draco continued.
"And I was running down a really long corridor..."
Hermione stepped in front of a life-size mirror at her reflection.
She wore a short black dress. It had spaghetti-strap shoulders and came down to right above her knees. She was wearing black strap sandals to match. Her hair was down. Long locks of curly medium brown hair cascaded down her back.
"Ah, Victoria, you look wonderful."
Hermione smiled a weak smile.
She walked to the long dining room table and sat down in the chair in the middle, across the table was her mother, wearing a small smile.
Draco had just finished explaining his dream to Dumbledore and Fudge.
Dumbledore had a smile on his face and Fudge looked confused.
Draco looked from one to the other until he finally said, "Dumbledore, why are you...uh...smiling?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Because now I'm positive that my plan will work."
Now Draco looked confused. Dumbledore smiled and said, "You may not know this but that dream was actually real. That is what the room looks like that Hermione is staying in."
Draco nodded.
"In fact, it is the guest bedroom in your manor."
Draco looked even more confused, but I've never seen that room before."
Dumbledore smiled. "Your father and Voldemort have changed everything so that you wouldn't recognize it."
Draco frowned, "But why would they care if I recognized it and how would they know that I would have that dream?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Well because they are planning for you and Miss Riddle to get married."
Draco laughed, then stopped, "You're joking, aren't you?"
Dumbledore's smile vanished. "I wish I was, but I'm not. They are going to invite you over to see Miss Granger soon."
Draco looked at the ground. "What if we don't want to get married?"
Dumbledore's frown deepened. "You don't have a choice. They are going to try and persuade you to be Voldemort's heir and to become the next Dark Lord as soon as Voldemort dies."
Draco frowned. "Shit, I hate them. They are so--, wait a minute, how do you know all this?"
Dumbledore smiled. "I have a few spy death eaters."
Draco nodded.
"And I was wondering if..." Dumbledore started.
A bird tapped on the window. It was for Fudge. "I have to go. Keep in touch," he said, quickly, shaking Dumbledore's hand.
And with that, he rushed down the spiral staircase and ran off down the corridor.
Draco turned back to Dumbledore and asked, "What was that about?"
Dumbledore looked a bit confused, but shrugged.
"Anyways, I was about to ask you if..."
"Take this to Draco Malfoy, who is at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said a rough voice. The bird flew off.
The blonde, silvery haired man turned and swiftly walked out of the room.
Hermione sat on her bed, bored.
She had nothing to do. She wasn't allowed out of the house for anything. They were obviously afraid that she would run off.
Though she knew she wouldn't. She was way too scared to be on her own. She also knew that they would come after her.
She sighed. She couldn't write her friends because she had no owl.
She had a great big library awaiting her, but for some reason she didn't feel like reading.
She fell back against her pillow. She had to find a way out of here though.
Draco sat on his bed, thinking. He remembered Dumbledore's offer. He didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, he noticed a bird, that he recognized as his father's, tapping at the window.
He sighed and walked over to it.
Letting the bird in, the bird dropped the letter on his bed.
Draco sat down again and picked it up.
Slowly and carefully, he opened the letter.
A/N: Kinda a cliffie...but don't worry I plan to have this entire 'book' finished within a week. Once again, I would like to thank ALL of my AWESOME reviewers!!! Once again, here r my shout-outs:
Anneyuan2000 Thank you SO MUCH!!! U r SO KOOL!!! Thanx 4 reviewing ALL of my chapters!!! I know the idea is actually very common, I tried to make it with a little twist...the 'twist' will be in the next couple chapters!!!
Miss Elvira I'm so glad that u like my story so far! I hope ya liked this chapter and I know the idea is kinda corny, but like I said B4, I'm trying to make it special!!!
Llamabalooza Yeah, I know Dumbledore is kinda weird right now, but he is probably just upset that is plan didn't work. And don't worry, Fudge has changed or so Dumbledore thinks so...
Once again, THANX and PLEEZ REVIEW! I LUV to get reviews!!! And remember, if ya review, then you'll be specially thanked by me in the next chapter!!! Hope ya liked this chapter, the next will B up by tomorrow!!!
LOL! -Angel12345
Chapter Nine: Take Two
A pair of gray-blue eyes opened wide in shock. He had just had an awful nightmare. He had seen the certain someone that the Order was trying to save: Hermione Granger.
Dumbledore smiled a weak smile. "Hello, minister, I think we have a problem."
Fudge smiled. He had changed a lot. He used to be evil, but now he knew right from wrong and most of all trusted Dumbledore. They were actually the best of friends.
Another interesting fact is that even though Fudge isn't minister of Magic anymore, Dumbledore still calls him that.
Dumbledore quickly explained to him about 'the plan' falling through.
Fudge nodded, sympathetically, and said, "Knowing you, Dumbledore, you'll always have a back-up plan."
He smiled as Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Oh yes, and now it's time for Take Two."
A head with pale-blonde-silvery hair was once again running down a long corridor, but only this time it was for real.
He ran to the end of the hallway and stood in front of the gargoyle that led to Dumbledore's office.
"Lint-flavored jelly beans from 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.'"
The gargoyle slowly turned to the left, revealing a narrow spiral staircase.
The 'Sex God' of Slytherin dashed up the stairs to Dumbledore's office.
Two small, shaking hands placed on Hermione's shoulders woke Hermione up from her heavy sleep.
Hermione groaned and opened her eyes a crack.
Two huge black eyes stared at her at her own eye level from lying on the bed.
Hermione screeched and sat up. She then looked down at the house elf standing next to her bed.
The house elf looked as if it had seen its own grave.
"I'm so sorry, miss. Milet didn't mean to scare you, miss."
Hermione took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, Milet, but uh...what do you want?"
Milet answered quickly. "Master Riddle wants to see Miss Riddle dressed and downstairs for breakfast in a half of an hour, miss."
Hermione nodded a very sour looking face. "Milet is to help you get ready miss. So if you would kindly go take a bath, miss. It would be greatly appreciated."
Hermione nodded again, but quicker this time. She swung her legs around and stood up. She was still wearing the light blue, shimmering dress she had worn to supper two days before. Now it was crinkled and smelly. Her hair was everywhere. She wore no jewelry; she had already taken it off and put it on her nightstand.
Milet led her to her bathroom, which was opposite of the doors leading out of her room to the downstairs.
Milet smiled as Hermione looked around in awe. The counter tops were gold and shimmering. There was a huge shower, and a bathtub that could seat four. The knobs on all of the cabinets were diamond. The sinks' knobs were also diamond. Everything was so neat, pretty, and even though she hated to say it...expensive.
Just as Dumbledore finished saying, "Oh yes, and now it's time for Take Two," the gargoyle turned and in ran a young man that was out of breath.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said with a smile, and motioning to the empty chair next to Fudge.
Draco nodded and sat down.
"And what brings you here?" Dumbledore said, still smiling.
Draco looked up into Dumbledore's twinkling eyes. "I just had a very weird dream."
Dumbledore's smile widened and nodded.
"And what was this dream about?"
Draco looked at Fudge, who was listening intently.
"Well, it had Grang- Hermione in it."
Dumbledore nodded and Draco continued.
"And I was running down a really long corridor..."
Hermione stepped in front of a life-size mirror at her reflection.
She wore a short black dress. It had spaghetti-strap shoulders and came down to right above her knees. She was wearing black strap sandals to match. Her hair was down. Long locks of curly medium brown hair cascaded down her back.
"Ah, Victoria, you look wonderful."
Hermione smiled a weak smile.
She walked to the long dining room table and sat down in the chair in the middle, across the table was her mother, wearing a small smile.
Draco had just finished explaining his dream to Dumbledore and Fudge.
Dumbledore had a smile on his face and Fudge looked confused.
Draco looked from one to the other until he finally said, "Dumbledore, why are you...uh...smiling?"
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Because now I'm positive that my plan will work."
Now Draco looked confused. Dumbledore smiled and said, "You may not know this but that dream was actually real. That is what the room looks like that Hermione is staying in."
Draco nodded.
"In fact, it is the guest bedroom in your manor."
Draco looked even more confused, but I've never seen that room before."
Dumbledore smiled. "Your father and Voldemort have changed everything so that you wouldn't recognize it."
Draco frowned, "But why would they care if I recognized it and how would they know that I would have that dream?"
Dumbledore smiled. "Well because they are planning for you and Miss Riddle to get married."
Draco laughed, then stopped, "You're joking, aren't you?"
Dumbledore's smile vanished. "I wish I was, but I'm not. They are going to invite you over to see Miss Granger soon."
Draco looked at the ground. "What if we don't want to get married?"
Dumbledore's frown deepened. "You don't have a choice. They are going to try and persuade you to be Voldemort's heir and to become the next Dark Lord as soon as Voldemort dies."
Draco frowned. "Shit, I hate them. They are so--, wait a minute, how do you know all this?"
Dumbledore smiled. "I have a few spy death eaters."
Draco nodded.
"And I was wondering if..." Dumbledore started.
A bird tapped on the window. It was for Fudge. "I have to go. Keep in touch," he said, quickly, shaking Dumbledore's hand.
And with that, he rushed down the spiral staircase and ran off down the corridor.
Draco turned back to Dumbledore and asked, "What was that about?"
Dumbledore looked a bit confused, but shrugged.
"Anyways, I was about to ask you if..."
"Take this to Draco Malfoy, who is at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said a rough voice. The bird flew off.
The blonde, silvery haired man turned and swiftly walked out of the room.
Hermione sat on her bed, bored.
She had nothing to do. She wasn't allowed out of the house for anything. They were obviously afraid that she would run off.
Though she knew she wouldn't. She was way too scared to be on her own. She also knew that they would come after her.
She sighed. She couldn't write her friends because she had no owl.
She had a great big library awaiting her, but for some reason she didn't feel like reading.
She fell back against her pillow. She had to find a way out of here though.
Draco sat on his bed, thinking. He remembered Dumbledore's offer. He didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, he noticed a bird, that he recognized as his father's, tapping at the window.
He sighed and walked over to it.
Letting the bird in, the bird dropped the letter on his bed.
Draco sat down again and picked it up.
Slowly and carefully, he opened the letter.
A/N: Kinda a cliffie...but don't worry I plan to have this entire 'book' finished within a week. Once again, I would like to thank ALL of my AWESOME reviewers!!! Once again, here r my shout-outs:
Anneyuan2000 Thank you SO MUCH!!! U r SO KOOL!!! Thanx 4 reviewing ALL of my chapters!!! I know the idea is actually very common, I tried to make it with a little twist...the 'twist' will be in the next couple chapters!!!
Miss Elvira I'm so glad that u like my story so far! I hope ya liked this chapter and I know the idea is kinda corny, but like I said B4, I'm trying to make it special!!!
Llamabalooza Yeah, I know Dumbledore is kinda weird right now, but he is probably just upset that is plan didn't work. And don't worry, Fudge has changed or so Dumbledore thinks so...
Once again, THANX and PLEEZ REVIEW! I LUV to get reviews!!! And remember, if ya review, then you'll be specially thanked by me in the next chapter!!! Hope ya liked this chapter, the next will B up by tomorrow!!!
LOL! -Angel12345