The Hidden
Chapter #2:
The Escape
Disclaimer: If you think that I own Harry Potter you really need to get some serious help because if I did, why the hell would I be writing this?
Sorry about the late update,. but I've been gone for a little very long time. prepares self for rotten tomatoes
and school starts in 5 days.
pelted w/ rotten tomatoes
ouch, shit, oh crap, oooh that one hurt, wait that's not a tomato!
falls to ground
"&%"
get's up and wipes watermelon off face
"I'm okay!
does a little jig, then trips over own foot and falls down stage stairs
groans
what's the number for 9-1-1?
Audience:rolls eyes
ON WITH THE STORY!
Hermione sat on her bed. The school year had come to an end, and this would be the last time she would be sitting on this bed. She would be sleeping in the Head dormitory next year, well one could only guess considering her top marks. Her life would end as she knows it, she would have to share a common room with Malfoy. At the thought of having to be in the same room as him more than normally she gave an involuntary shudder. Hermione took out a piece of parchment and quill and started to right.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I wa-
But professor McGonagall came bursting into her room.
"Miss Granger! There you are! I have searched the entire school for you! You must come with me right away," shouted McGonagall.
"But Professor-"
"Right Now!" McGonagall shouted again. And grabbed Hermione's wrist. "There's not time to explain dear, we have to leave Hogwarts NOW!"
"But wh-"just then the portrait door swung open, followed by four deatheaters...and Malfoy.
"Mr. Malfoy?" asked McGonagall.
"I'm sor-gasp-ry. Herm-gasp-mione, gasp run," Draco panted out while trying to get out of his fathers grasp around his neck.
"Shut up boy! Attack!...You will pay for that later!" bellowed Lucius.
At that moment all the deatheaters in the room with the exception of Lucius, pulled out their wands and aimed them at Hermione. McGonagall grabbed Hermione's arm, and reached for what Hermione assumed was a port key, but stopped McGonagall inches away from it.
"Avada K-"shouted a random deatheater, but was interrupted but Lucius.
"don't kill her stupid we need her...alive." The deatheaters had surrounded the Professor and Hermione.
"Hermione let's go." said McGonagall.
"Accio candlestick," shouted McGonagall.
"Even he doesn't deserve this!" Hermione shouted, and punched Lucius in the face, releasing his grasp of Draco. At that moment she grabbed Draco's arm and placed it on the candlestick.
"get the girl, you fools!" shouted Lucius.
But Hermione, McGonagall, and Draco vanished.
THUMP!
"Miss. Granger!" McGonagall cried, pure fury in her voice, "do you have any idea what you have done! Bringing Draco Malfoy here! You could have been killed!" her tone lessened, "That courageous move is worth Harry Potter himself, I'm very proud of you." Hermione's face brightened with a huge grin. "But if you ever do that again I will make sure you have some sense knocked into you!" McGonagall yelled.
"Hee, hee," said Hermione with a hoarse dryness in her mouth, "So I am assuming they know something about me I don't huh?"
POP (or what ever the aperated sound is ï)
"Ahh, Miss. Granger, Minerva, I'm glad to see you made it in one piece. Hee hee," said Dumbledore, receiving scowls from Hermione and Minerva, "Oh, terribly sorry, you are right, now is not the time for jokes. Moving on, I do believ-, Mr. Malfoy!?" said Dumbledore noticing Draco walk out from behind Minerva.
"Professor, if I may put in, I took him here-" said Hermione, but being cut off.
"Ahh, Yes, Young love-"replied Dumbledore.
"What! No! H(im/er) No!" cried Hermione and Draco in unison.
"Oh, erm, never mind. We must get to Gringott's now. Time is pressed and crucial Miss. Granger. Mr. Malfoy, you will stay with Professor McGonagall. Minerva, take him to 12, and" lowering to a whisper," do not let him out of your sight. Come Miss. Granger. Portus," said Dumbledore talking out his wand and pointing it at a tire on the ground, as Hermione walked over to him. "Let's Go Miss. Granger, Gringott's Bank."
POOF
(or whatever sound they make when they disappear)
"Come Mr. Malfoy. Portus," said McGonagall taking out her wand and pointing it at an empty can of soda, as Draco walked up to her.
"Professor, where are we going?" asked Draco.
"12 Grimmald Place. Place your hand here Mr. Malfoy."
"I know how to work a port key. I'm not stu-"
THUMP
"Mr. Malfoy, Get up please," said McGonagall, who assumingly practiced not falling after using a port key, "We are at 12 Grimmald Place. You are not to leave, think about leaving, or open any windows, understand? Also the windows will be boarded up to not give you the opportunity to open them. Oh, and most importantly you mustn't use you magic. Do you understand?"
"Yeah," was all Draco said.
Draco lay in his bed, a million or more thoughts in his mind: 'What if his father was to find him? What WOULD happen if he left? What was going on in the outside world? What else did his father have planned? How powerful was his father?(blah, blah, blah) Why DID Hermione save him?' Draco's stomach gave a huge grumble, and Draco realized he hadn't eaten in a while, or actually couldn't remember the last time he ate something decent. "God, I hope this place has food."
Hey guyz! Sooooo... how'd you like it. Sorry it's kinda short. Yeah like every other guy Draco's got food on the brain! If you review I'll update faster!!!!! Thanks for reading!
kiki