Title: An Inevitable Fate
Chapter Sixteen: MIA
Author: KissThis
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Rating: R - maybe later...if I feel like it.
Pairing: Going their separate ways?
Setting: 6th year in Hogwarts.
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Disclaimer: Plot and nothing else -- sad story I know...been in therapy since I was three...
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A/N:
Harry pressed close to Hermione's rain-soaked body trying as best he could to keep them both beneath the shielding arch of his umbrella. He glanced down at Hermione as she snuggled closer to the curve of his shoulder -- seeking warmth. Feeling her shiver he tightened the grip of his arm about her shoulder. The wind picked up noticeably and gave them a strong push down the last few feet of the path. The dark blue carriage they were to be traveling in was, at first, unnoticeably against the stormy background.
Harry nudged Hermione to get her attention. She looked up at his taller frame; blinking back water from her amber eyes.
"Hold the umbrella."
Hermione's brow furrowed.
Harry tried again, "HOLD. THE. UMBRELLA!" The winds roared again drowning out his shouted words.
Wet strands of hair slapped against both of their faces giving each a series of stinging pains. Hermione pointed to her ear and shook her head -- miming that she couldn't hear him. Her hair shook back and forth and plastered itself annoyingly against her face.
He pulled his arm from her shoulder and used it to gesture emphatically at the umbrella. Consequently, Hermione got significantly wetter, but if she noticed it was anyone's guess. Hermione nodded and took the umbrella in her own hands.
As if fearing the wind might seize Hermione's small frame and blow her away like nothing more than a withered leaf, Harry grabbed Hermione's free hand in a firm grip. The puddles beneath their feet seem to rise as the rain beat mercilessly down on the soaked travelers. As Hermione struggled to keep the umbrella over their heads while Harry pulled her along with him, Harry grabbed the door handle and yanked them both up.
The umbrella clattered to the muddy stone pavement. A moment later the thestral-led carriage started forward. The squeaking of metal-on-metal was drowned out by the wind and the carriage door seemed to swing "silently" back and forth as it hung open on its hinges.
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"I'll teach her to ignored me..." Draco mumbled to himself nursing a near-empty bottle of Butterbeer. "Teach her...f-for for making me feel...this way..."
Ginny looked over at him in surprise, "What was that Draco?"
Draco attempted to look over at the younger girl, but found that his eyes didn't feel like focusing on anything at the moment so he didn't bother trying again.
"Mm, nothin'..." He re-affirmed his grip on the banister. Funny...the stairs to his dorm didn't usually seem this long. When the pair finally reached the room he stuttered out the password, not really noting if she had heard it or not, and then stumbled inside.
"Can't believeshe took...Potter..." Draco growled at the brown bottle. He downed the rest of his drink and coughed violently as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. "Stupid git..."
Ginny took a nervous step into the darkened room. She looked pointedly around at the lack of light, but Draco made no move to rectify it. "Draco?" He kept going on and on mumbling about random things that seemed to make no sense to her.
He's really drunk...
Draco's icy, blue-gray eyes were unable to completely focus on her (most likely due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed), but he seemed satisfied enough that they stared out at a point just beside her left ear. His pale lips twisted into a lax grin that sent an odd chill down Ginny's back.
The door closed quietly.
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The pudgy face of the Minister of Magic nodded and disappeared from the crackling green flames of Albus Dumbledore's fireplace. Dumbledore's troubled eyes went first to the sunlight streaming in his window and then to the clock hanging overhead.
8:00.
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The Hogwarts students were quite surprised when obsessively composed Headmaster barged into their first period classrooms without so much as an apology or excuse to be had. His robes were rumpled and he looked as if he'd fallen asleep in them and didn't change them upon waking. After two years of war the students had learned to read the signs. Something bad had or was happening.
Snape, too, looked up in surprise to find his door slammed rudely open by the docile Headmaster. Shuffling his way quickly between desks, Dumbledore grabbed the professor on his way and pulled him behind the desk.
"What is it Albus?" Snape's usually gruff tone was laced with steel. He was braced for the news that Voldemort was beginning his attack. The news he received was far worse.
"The Ministry says they never arrived there."
Shock filled his throat making his words hoarse. "Who?"
"Hermione and Harry -- they never made it to the Ministry!" Dumbledore shook his aged head as if he too couldn't believe it.
The room was silent.
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Sorry so short, but it's been ages so I wanted to update ASAP but I am totally rushed!! Anyway -- gotta jet!
P.S. If anyway is good at computer graphics -- like realistically coloring drawings PLEASE CONTACT ME! (thetasteofstrawberries@hotmail.com) I would love you so much if you could help me out!!
P.P.S. If you like Sailor Moon, then check out my new story = Crystalline Revelations Part I: The Corruption of Galaxia
Ja!
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