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A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! I decided not to wait as long to post the next chapter. So, here it is!
End of chapter 8: They both entered their rooms, closing the doors behind themselves. Little did they know that a face, a certain face that neither wanted to see, was watching them in the fireplace. And that face wasn't too happy.
Hermione entered her room, humming sweet songs to herself. She was happy that her and Draco had become so close. She was happy that they were able to hang up their differences and become what they were: a couple. Well, it wasn't quite official yet. But she felt they would be before too long.
Meanwhile, in the Head Boy's dorm, Draco couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. His every action scrutinized by an unknown force lurking in the shadows. He had this feeling before but dismissed it as nonsense. He wanted to know who it was. So, very careful, not to make any noise and bring Hermione into this, he walked down into the common room, holding his wand behind his back, looking in every direction for the person, or thing that was eyeing him closely.
As fast as lightening, Draco saw a figure in the corner of the room. A black cloaked figure standing, head down, and motionless as far as he could tell. This thing couldn't be dead, Draco thought to himself, carefully inching his way closer. He held his wand farther out in front of him, as to almost poke this animate creature. Just as Draco came within arms reach, the hooded figure lifted its head and revealed what was underneath.
Draco took a step back as to regain his composure as to what he was seeing before his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but the only word that left his pale lips was, "Father?" (A/N: Yeah, yeah, no surprise here huh?)
"That's right son. Now you know that I would not come here unless this is an important issue. But I find that this is a very important issue that I can only hope we discuss once." Lucius looked down upon his son with utter disgust. No father should ever look at his son in that manner. But for Lucius Malfoy, it didn't matter how he looked at his son. He could care less. "Now, there is a matter about which I have come to speak to you about. It disturbs me the most to have this conversation with you and I can assure you that the Dark Lord won't hear of this. Now, I see that you have taken a liking to this mudblood Head Girl." Draco unnoticeably cringed at the sound of that word. He didn't want his dad to think he was a big softy.
Lucius continued, "I want you to either ignore her and treat her the way you always did, or destroy her. Your choice, that's all I have left to say." He turned to leave, but stopped and turned around to face his son once more. "Oh and Draco, don't forget that the Dark Lord has several spies working for him. They could follow you anywhere and you wouldn't even know it. Good-bye." And with that said Lucius vanished into the fireplace.
Draco plopped himself down onto the couch and sat there with his head in his hands. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he hadn't heard the door open and the faint footsteps coming down the stairs. Hermione was a little perplexed as to why Draco was sitting here on the couch when they were supposed to be upstairs. She put her hand on his shoulder and that caused Draco to jump into the air.
"Don't do that!" He said, rising to his feet, from the floor. He brushed off his robes and looked into those mystical amber eyes.
"Sorry Draco, I was just coming down to see what was keeping you so long. I didn't mean to startle you." Hermione said, eyeing him suspiciously. She was utterly confused as to his actions and his appearance.
He was pale, well paler than normal. He seemed to have lost all life from him. He glanced in Hermione's direction. "It's okay. I didn't mean to snap at you. You know I would never want to do that. Hurting you is the last thing that I want to do right now. Now," he began, rising to his feet. Color seemed to find it's way back into his face. "I believe we had a date planned, did we not?" He extended his hand for her to take. She gladly took it and followed him upstairs.
As she took his hand, Draco noticed for the first time that all this girl was wearing was a white string bikini. It was very flattering on her.
As they approached the bathroom, steam could be seen seeping through the bottom of the door. "You already started the tub?" Hermione asked. "I know you were going to but when I left it wasn't running."
Draco got a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. He did not want to see what was behind that door. He had a hunch he knew who was behind this weird occurrence and he didn't like it.
"Father." This was the only word that he could manage to get out of his mouth. Hermione gave him a confused look. After all, why would Lucius Malfoy be in Hogwarts? It just didn't make sense to her. On the other hand, it made perfect sense to Draco. After all, he had just seen his father in the common room not five minutes ago.
"Draco, don't be silly. Your father has no business up here. Why on earth would-"Hermione had been cut off mid sentence by Draco.
"Because he was in the common room before you came down. I had this feeling that I was being watched. So when I went back down to get a closer look there he was. You know what he told me?" Draco asked, turning his full attention to Hermione. She could see the pain in his eyes. Not physical pain, but emotional pain.
"What Draco?" She asked him, though she knew she was dreading the answer.
"'I want you to either ignore her and treat her the way you always did, or destroy her.' That's what he told me to do. I can't destroy you obviously. But I can't ignore you. You are too irresistible to ignore. Every minute that I'm with you I cherish it like it's our last. And every time we are apart, I wish we were together. So you see, I can't do either one." Draco looked at the floor.
This is all my fault. Why don't I just go to Dumbledore? I can tell him that my father is coming to the school after school hours, without permission. Draco thought. All he wanted was a way to get away from the wrath of Lucius. He didn't want to be his son anymore. His dad had pushed him over the edge this time.
"Hermione, do you want to go see Dumbledore with me?" Draco whispered into her ear.
"That sounds like a brilliant idea." She slipped on her school robes and they departed the Head dormitory, heading to the Headmaster's office.
They didn't quite realize the intensity of the Dark Lord's spies. They really were watching Draco every minute, and he had no idea.
A/N: Hey everyone! I apologize so much for not updating. It seems that I fell out of the story mode for a few. But I'm back now and I'll try and update more. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. TaTa for now!!
A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! I decided not to wait as long to post the next chapter. So, here it is!
End of chapter 8: They both entered their rooms, closing the doors behind themselves. Little did they know that a face, a certain face that neither wanted to see, was watching them in the fireplace. And that face wasn't too happy.
Hermione entered her room, humming sweet songs to herself. She was happy that her and Draco had become so close. She was happy that they were able to hang up their differences and become what they were: a couple. Well, it wasn't quite official yet. But she felt they would be before too long.
Meanwhile, in the Head Boy's dorm, Draco couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. His every action scrutinized by an unknown force lurking in the shadows. He had this feeling before but dismissed it as nonsense. He wanted to know who it was. So, very careful, not to make any noise and bring Hermione into this, he walked down into the common room, holding his wand behind his back, looking in every direction for the person, or thing that was eyeing him closely.
As fast as lightening, Draco saw a figure in the corner of the room. A black cloaked figure standing, head down, and motionless as far as he could tell. This thing couldn't be dead, Draco thought to himself, carefully inching his way closer. He held his wand farther out in front of him, as to almost poke this animate creature. Just as Draco came within arms reach, the hooded figure lifted its head and revealed what was underneath.
Draco took a step back as to regain his composure as to what he was seeing before his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but the only word that left his pale lips was, "Father?" (A/N: Yeah, yeah, no surprise here huh?)
"That's right son. Now you know that I would not come here unless this is an important issue. But I find that this is a very important issue that I can only hope we discuss once." Lucius looked down upon his son with utter disgust. No father should ever look at his son in that manner. But for Lucius Malfoy, it didn't matter how he looked at his son. He could care less. "Now, there is a matter about which I have come to speak to you about. It disturbs me the most to have this conversation with you and I can assure you that the Dark Lord won't hear of this. Now, I see that you have taken a liking to this mudblood Head Girl." Draco unnoticeably cringed at the sound of that word. He didn't want his dad to think he was a big softy.
Lucius continued, "I want you to either ignore her and treat her the way you always did, or destroy her. Your choice, that's all I have left to say." He turned to leave, but stopped and turned around to face his son once more. "Oh and Draco, don't forget that the Dark Lord has several spies working for him. They could follow you anywhere and you wouldn't even know it. Good-bye." And with that said Lucius vanished into the fireplace.
Draco plopped himself down onto the couch and sat there with his head in his hands. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he hadn't heard the door open and the faint footsteps coming down the stairs. Hermione was a little perplexed as to why Draco was sitting here on the couch when they were supposed to be upstairs. She put her hand on his shoulder and that caused Draco to jump into the air.
"Don't do that!" He said, rising to his feet, from the floor. He brushed off his robes and looked into those mystical amber eyes.
"Sorry Draco, I was just coming down to see what was keeping you so long. I didn't mean to startle you." Hermione said, eyeing him suspiciously. She was utterly confused as to his actions and his appearance.
He was pale, well paler than normal. He seemed to have lost all life from him. He glanced in Hermione's direction. "It's okay. I didn't mean to snap at you. You know I would never want to do that. Hurting you is the last thing that I want to do right now. Now," he began, rising to his feet. Color seemed to find it's way back into his face. "I believe we had a date planned, did we not?" He extended his hand for her to take. She gladly took it and followed him upstairs.
As she took his hand, Draco noticed for the first time that all this girl was wearing was a white string bikini. It was very flattering on her.
As they approached the bathroom, steam could be seen seeping through the bottom of the door. "You already started the tub?" Hermione asked. "I know you were going to but when I left it wasn't running."
Draco got a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. He did not want to see what was behind that door. He had a hunch he knew who was behind this weird occurrence and he didn't like it.
"Father." This was the only word that he could manage to get out of his mouth. Hermione gave him a confused look. After all, why would Lucius Malfoy be in Hogwarts? It just didn't make sense to her. On the other hand, it made perfect sense to Draco. After all, he had just seen his father in the common room not five minutes ago.
"Draco, don't be silly. Your father has no business up here. Why on earth would-"Hermione had been cut off mid sentence by Draco.
"Because he was in the common room before you came down. I had this feeling that I was being watched. So when I went back down to get a closer look there he was. You know what he told me?" Draco asked, turning his full attention to Hermione. She could see the pain in his eyes. Not physical pain, but emotional pain.
"What Draco?" She asked him, though she knew she was dreading the answer.
"'I want you to either ignore her and treat her the way you always did, or destroy her.' That's what he told me to do. I can't destroy you obviously. But I can't ignore you. You are too irresistible to ignore. Every minute that I'm with you I cherish it like it's our last. And every time we are apart, I wish we were together. So you see, I can't do either one." Draco looked at the floor.
This is all my fault. Why don't I just go to Dumbledore? I can tell him that my father is coming to the school after school hours, without permission. Draco thought. All he wanted was a way to get away from the wrath of Lucius. He didn't want to be his son anymore. His dad had pushed him over the edge this time.
"Hermione, do you want to go see Dumbledore with me?" Draco whispered into her ear.
"That sounds like a brilliant idea." She slipped on her school robes and they departed the Head dormitory, heading to the Headmaster's office.
They didn't quite realize the intensity of the Dark Lord's spies. They really were watching Draco every minute, and he had no idea.
A/N: Hey everyone! I apologize so much for not updating. It seems that I fell out of the story mode for a few. But I'm back now and I'll try and update more. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. TaTa for now!!