Evil Never Looked So Good
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 8: An Old Wizard Takes on More Than he Can Handle
"And neither do you, Draco Malfoy."
Draco took his eyes off Hermione upon hearing the voice, and none other then Albus Dumbledore was staring at him, their eyes burning into each other.
"I advise you to get off the young lady Mr. Malfoy, I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."
Draco looked at the old man standing before him, and couldn't help laughing.
"You think you have power Albus...You think you run this school...you're wrong. You mean nothing. I have the control. I have the power..and I know how to use it."
Albus whipped out his wand and held it in front of Draco, his blue eyes gleaming with distaste. "I'm warning you...this isn't a game, you are seventeen years old, don't do this. Don't throw your life away. Don't become one of them."
"Don't you see?" Draco said silkily, as he climbed off of Hermione. "I already am one of them. I am pure evil. Hell, I could probably be the next dark lord!" he shouted, his voice filled with a dark insanity.
Hermione looked at the headmaster. "He's right professor," she confessed, "He is much more powerful than you."
Draco folded his arms across his chest and smirked. "There you have it old man. Don't contradict a Malfoy. Now, if you would kindly return to your office so my girlfriend and I can get back to fucking please?"
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and it was apparent that he wasn't going to go anywhere.
//Wait..I'm not his girlfriend. The headmaster can help me..I don't want to do this.//
"Professor!" she cried, with every once of strength that was left in her tired body, "Help me!"
Those had been his intentions all along. The old wizard mouthed a spell at Malfoy, and he fell stunned to the ground.
Hermione didn't care that she was in her bra in front of the headmaster. She was just so relieved, that at long last, someone was going to help her. "Hermione, child, are you all right? I'm so sorry I didn't see it before."
She nodded her head, and erupted into sobs. She wasted no time in showing him her tattoo. "Oh dear," he murmured, "He's branded you as one of his own kind, he must be pretty serious about you..."
"You know about this?" Hermione asked, horrified. Dumbledore nodded his head. "Sadly, yes. I have known for quite some time that young Draco has developed some sort of cult among his fellow Slytherins."
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. He had known, and he just stood back and watched?
"Professor..." she started. "Yes?"
She glanced nervously at Draco on the ground. "Can he hear us?"
"Yes...but you don't have to worry Hermione. I have already called in the Ministry of Magic, they should be on their way. This is all going to be over, and Draco will be expelled. He won't be able to hurt you anymore Hermione...But I think you will have to appear in wizard court to testify against him."
All the color drained out of Hermione's face. "Oh no!" she cried, "I could never do that. I couldn't tell everything the things he did to me...It would be too mortifying!"
She looked at Draco again, and almost swore that he was smirking mentally.
"Hermione, I'm afraid it's the only way for any justice to be had here. Unless you want him to run free, you must appear in court..."
Hermione took a deep breath and nodded her head. She knew what she had to do.
When the Ministry came to retrieve Draco, Dumbledore looked at the small shaking girl who had once been the best student at Hogwarts. When they carried him off, she was hugging her knees to her chest and whispering a strange spell. The old wizard new that she was most likely traumatized by the whole experience, and thought it best for her to take some time off of school. Of course, her parents should be notified as well, but Albus knew what it would do for the reputation of the school if all this got out. He thought it best that everything remain secret for now. He knew Hermione wouldn't complain, she just didn't think anymore. She basically did everything anyone told her. And if he was lucky, he could persuade the ministry to have a private hearing.
Dumbledore took Hermione to the hospital wing to rest, and when she woke up later, she was greeted by Harry and Ron smiling at her. She hadn't seen them in such a long time...
"Hermione, is that you?" Ron asked, slowly easing his weight on the end of the bed.
She grinned. "It's me Ron," she said. "It's so good to see you." he murmured, as if she had been gone for years.
"Hi Harry," Hermione said shyly. He smiled sadly at her. He still hadn't forgiven himself for leaving Hermione...for not taking care of her. It was the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. His Hermione was...tainted.
"How are you?" he asked. She closed her eyes heavily, but kept a smile on her face. It looked like she had gone to sleep, but she started whispering things. "The dragon walks among us...the dragon walks beside me...the dark lord is inside me..."
Harry and Ron exchanged scared looks, and went to talk to Madame Pomphrey. They bombarded the poor nurse with questions:
"What's wrong with her?"
"Is she okay?"
"What's she doing?"
"Why is she talking?"
"What about the dark lord?"
"Say, where's Draco?"
"When is she coming back to school?"
"Will she ever be the same again?"
"Boys, boys," the tired nurse said, trying to calm them. "Hermione has been through a lot, and she isn't herself. She hasn't been all there lately, if you know what I mean..."
"Are you saying Hermione's not right in the head?" Harry asked defensively.
"Well dear, the poor girl has been traumatized..but we are going to wait it out and see if she needs to be hospitalized or not."
Again the two Gryffindors exchanged looks. Hospitalize her, like some insane person? It just wasn't right...
The two wanted their friend back.
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*Later that night*
Hermione lay quietly in her bed, dreaming so peacefully she didn't notice the intruder...
He came in silently, and waited in the shadows. He watched her sleep, he watched her dream, he watched an unknowing smile creep onto her face. He moved stealthily through the darkness, and quietly pounced on the sleeping angel. He covered her mouth with his hand, and her eyes slowly opened. He brought a knife up to her throat and slowly whispered, "Don't you dare make a sound..."
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A/N: You know what? Draco did not invent the smirk first...
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 8: An Old Wizard Takes on More Than he Can Handle
"And neither do you, Draco Malfoy."
Draco took his eyes off Hermione upon hearing the voice, and none other then Albus Dumbledore was staring at him, their eyes burning into each other.
"I advise you to get off the young lady Mr. Malfoy, I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."
Draco looked at the old man standing before him, and couldn't help laughing.
"You think you have power Albus...You think you run this school...you're wrong. You mean nothing. I have the control. I have the power..and I know how to use it."
Albus whipped out his wand and held it in front of Draco, his blue eyes gleaming with distaste. "I'm warning you...this isn't a game, you are seventeen years old, don't do this. Don't throw your life away. Don't become one of them."
"Don't you see?" Draco said silkily, as he climbed off of Hermione. "I already am one of them. I am pure evil. Hell, I could probably be the next dark lord!" he shouted, his voice filled with a dark insanity.
Hermione looked at the headmaster. "He's right professor," she confessed, "He is much more powerful than you."
Draco folded his arms across his chest and smirked. "There you have it old man. Don't contradict a Malfoy. Now, if you would kindly return to your office so my girlfriend and I can get back to fucking please?"
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and it was apparent that he wasn't going to go anywhere.
//Wait..I'm not his girlfriend. The headmaster can help me..I don't want to do this.//
"Professor!" she cried, with every once of strength that was left in her tired body, "Help me!"
Those had been his intentions all along. The old wizard mouthed a spell at Malfoy, and he fell stunned to the ground.
Hermione didn't care that she was in her bra in front of the headmaster. She was just so relieved, that at long last, someone was going to help her. "Hermione, child, are you all right? I'm so sorry I didn't see it before."
She nodded her head, and erupted into sobs. She wasted no time in showing him her tattoo. "Oh dear," he murmured, "He's branded you as one of his own kind, he must be pretty serious about you..."
"You know about this?" Hermione asked, horrified. Dumbledore nodded his head. "Sadly, yes. I have known for quite some time that young Draco has developed some sort of cult among his fellow Slytherins."
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. He had known, and he just stood back and watched?
"Professor..." she started. "Yes?"
She glanced nervously at Draco on the ground. "Can he hear us?"
"Yes...but you don't have to worry Hermione. I have already called in the Ministry of Magic, they should be on their way. This is all going to be over, and Draco will be expelled. He won't be able to hurt you anymore Hermione...But I think you will have to appear in wizard court to testify against him."
All the color drained out of Hermione's face. "Oh no!" she cried, "I could never do that. I couldn't tell everything the things he did to me...It would be too mortifying!"
She looked at Draco again, and almost swore that he was smirking mentally.
"Hermione, I'm afraid it's the only way for any justice to be had here. Unless you want him to run free, you must appear in court..."
Hermione took a deep breath and nodded her head. She knew what she had to do.
When the Ministry came to retrieve Draco, Dumbledore looked at the small shaking girl who had once been the best student at Hogwarts. When they carried him off, she was hugging her knees to her chest and whispering a strange spell. The old wizard new that she was most likely traumatized by the whole experience, and thought it best for her to take some time off of school. Of course, her parents should be notified as well, but Albus knew what it would do for the reputation of the school if all this got out. He thought it best that everything remain secret for now. He knew Hermione wouldn't complain, she just didn't think anymore. She basically did everything anyone told her. And if he was lucky, he could persuade the ministry to have a private hearing.
Dumbledore took Hermione to the hospital wing to rest, and when she woke up later, she was greeted by Harry and Ron smiling at her. She hadn't seen them in such a long time...
"Hermione, is that you?" Ron asked, slowly easing his weight on the end of the bed.
She grinned. "It's me Ron," she said. "It's so good to see you." he murmured, as if she had been gone for years.
"Hi Harry," Hermione said shyly. He smiled sadly at her. He still hadn't forgiven himself for leaving Hermione...for not taking care of her. It was the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. His Hermione was...tainted.
"How are you?" he asked. She closed her eyes heavily, but kept a smile on her face. It looked like she had gone to sleep, but she started whispering things. "The dragon walks among us...the dragon walks beside me...the dark lord is inside me..."
Harry and Ron exchanged scared looks, and went to talk to Madame Pomphrey. They bombarded the poor nurse with questions:
"What's wrong with her?"
"Is she okay?"
"What's she doing?"
"Why is she talking?"
"What about the dark lord?"
"Say, where's Draco?"
"When is she coming back to school?"
"Will she ever be the same again?"
"Boys, boys," the tired nurse said, trying to calm them. "Hermione has been through a lot, and she isn't herself. She hasn't been all there lately, if you know what I mean..."
"Are you saying Hermione's not right in the head?" Harry asked defensively.
"Well dear, the poor girl has been traumatized..but we are going to wait it out and see if she needs to be hospitalized or not."
Again the two Gryffindors exchanged looks. Hospitalize her, like some insane person? It just wasn't right...
The two wanted their friend back.
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*Later that night*
Hermione lay quietly in her bed, dreaming so peacefully she didn't notice the intruder...
He came in silently, and waited in the shadows. He watched her sleep, he watched her dream, he watched an unknowing smile creep onto her face. He moved stealthily through the darkness, and quietly pounced on the sleeping angel. He covered her mouth with his hand, and her eyes slowly opened. He brought a knife up to her throat and slowly whispered, "Don't you dare make a sound..."
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A/N: You know what? Draco did not invent the smirk first...