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A/N- Hey Hey! Look, we're in double digits already! Woo hoo! Oh, and for the readers' sakes, I'm vowing to try my hardest to cut down on the swearing, on request. [sighs] Sorry, about that. but she's an angry girl. and girls when angry (I know from experience) tend to use a couple (or more) swears.. Or maybe I'm the only one here.. Well, on with the show!!
Stranger at my door
Chapter Ten [does little dance]
Mysterious Feelings.
Two hooded figures dressed in black robes, sat Indian style in a dark room. They held hands and in the middle of them was a candle. The two chanted softly, gradually rising in volume, with their voices candle's flame rose higher.. . . higher... Until suddenly it diminished and they stopped chanting.
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Hermione jogged out her door to look for Malfoy. She'd gotten changed to fit her mood, a habit she seemed to have picked up somewhere or other. She wore a black tank top with a black net shirt with the shoulders cut out, under that. Her black pants were baggy so you couldn't see her shoes underneath.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Hermione muttered to herself. "Malfoy..."
Slowly she walked down the street, following the trail of feathers. She smirked to herself, thinking about what he must've looked like after getting hit with the pillow. How the feathers must've gotten stuck in his soft blonde hair. how his beautiful icy ices must've looked when he saw the pillow coming.
Hermione shook her head, trying to literally shake the thoughts out of her head and the smile off her face. She had to stay focused. Where would she go if she were him? *I'd go find the nearest gun and shoot myself in the head,* she thought to herself, *But he doesn't know what a gun is.*
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Draco stalked down the street. He knew he was attracting attention to himself, but he thought, being the over egoistic male that he was, that they were just staring at him for his devilishly good looks. He walked down the street as if the whole world should look up to him, yet in the mean time he had no clue how utterly ridicules he looked. I mean, who WOULDN'T stare at someone walking down the street trailing white feathers?
"!@#$!" he yelled loudly as he hit his shin on an ugly looking statue on the corner of a road. (See the story 'We'll Always Have Paris') He glared coldly at an old lady giving him a disapproving look.
"Malfoy."
He stumbled, once again swearing softly to himself, as he heard a sing-song voice say his name. How did they know his name? Was someone spying on him? He stopped suddenly when he realized that that voice was Granger's. Draco looked around searching for her, half relieved that she'd found him and half annoyed that she decided she wanted to play hide-and-seek.
"I know you're there, Granger. You can come out," he called out into the crowd, walking slowly and looking around for Granger. When he still couldn't find her he called again, "Granger!"
Yet, this still did nothing but cause more people to look at him strangely. He shook his head thinking that maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he didn't really hear her. A smaller voice kept saying, 'Maybe you just wished you heard her.' But Draco firmly ignored that thought as his rumbling stomach talking.
"Malfoy. . ." it said again. His head whipped in the direction he thought it was coming from so fast that he almost got whiplash. It was no use, her voice seemed to be coming from every side.
"Hermione!" Draco yelled again. Now people were steadily backing away from him, thinking that maybe he'd escaped from the mental ward. Stomping his foot a little he starting getting irritated, "I said-"
"We all heard what you said! If your girlfriend didn't hear you yet, she ain't going to!" a skinny, tall boy about his age interrupted. Without thinking, he grabbed the boy by his shirt and shoved him into the brick building.
"She's not my girlfriend," he growled menacingly at the frightened boy. Draco was a strong young man (that makes me sound like an old person, doesn't it? Calling Draco a 'young man'. hehe), and the poor boy he attacked was more of a lanky kind of kid, "Do you even know who I am?" he continued, "I'm a Malfoy. And you don't want to mess with a Malfoy. I swear to whatever's listening that if you EVER show such disrespect to me again you won't live to-"
Distantly while he was talking, Draco heard someone say, "That's him! Right there!" However, he didn't pay any attention to this until he felt himself being pushed from the side. He fell hard on his elbow, stunned. The surprise wore off quickly as a man in a uniform tried to restrain him (He was now kicking and flailing about). He tried to reach for his wand but his hands were caught and put in a metal trap, binding them together.
"Calm down, son," a women in the same type of uniform soothed.
"Don't call me son. You're not my mother," he snarled at her. What was going on? How did all this happen? He was confused and scared, making him very snappy.
"Stand up," the male commanded gruffly.
"I don't have to take orders from you," Draco spat. The man just yanked him up as reply. Getting his wits together, he realized what was going on. He learned about these people in Muggle Studies! They were like the Ministry of the muggle world. Knowing what he would do if this was the ministry, he turned on his charm.
"This is all just a big misunderstanding, officer," Draco started, putting on his best 'so-sorry' face* and flashing the female officer his most dazzling smile.
"Yeah, sure, and I'm your fairy god-mother," the male officer sneered, rolling his eyes.
"Really?" Draco said with mock hope in his voice, "How many wishes do I get?"
"Just shut up and walk." He just did as he was told, waiting for the right moment to reach for his wand. Draco watched as the female made her way to the car. He tried to drag back a little so there would be enough distance for him to do whatever he needed to do without getting the other officer involved. A swift memory charm would do the trick. Now all he needed was a distraction.
As if on cue, a car ran a red light and the officer's attention was diverted to yelling at the contraption as if the passenger could hear him. Draco took this moment to dive in his pocket for his wand, hoping that the trap on his wrists wouldn't make it too difficult to do the wrist motions. Fortunately for him the officer wasn't very bright and cuffed him with his arms in the front, not the back.
Unfortunately for him, the officer caught his sudden movement and snatched the wand away before he could do anything.
"And what were you going to do with this- this- STICK?" the officer asked him, tossing it back and forth from one hand to another. When Draco made a grab for it, the man snatched it away chuckling slightly. If this had been normal circumstances, Draco would have gotten it with his eyes closed, but with his hands bound together like that it was extremely difficult. "Is it a childhood toy, maybe?" the copper asked, mockingly. As if just to test its durability he practiced bending it. "Oops," he said as it broke in two, acting like it was an accident. Of course Draco knew that wasn't true. Truthfully, he wasn't sure how the man had done it. That wand had the best quality; it could have withstood a stampede of hippogriffs.
Yet it broke. And as it broke, he felt every ounce of power he had, float away like mist in the wind. He was devastated.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione walked down her street. "Malfoy. " she called again, in the kind of voice you'd call a kindergartener. Then without reason, she felt annoyed. Assuming it was just her bottled up feelings making their way out, she ignored it. But the anger that she felt came in a sudden rush, so fast it almost knocked her off her feet. The only thing she could do to keep it in check was to start running.
Closing her eyes, the started sprinting down her street, letting her legs take her where they wanted. Everything was going fine, the running kept her from bashing someone's head in. Then all of a sudden it stopped with a feeling of surprise and confusion.
"Ow!" she muttered to herself, coming to a halt. I must have hit my elbow on- but she stopped when she opened her eyes and saw there was nothing near her that she could have hit. Still, her logical mind wouldn't give up and she pushed it to the back of her head. She still had an intense sense of confusion and she was sure if it was coming from her not being able to figure out what she hit her elbow on, or not being able to figure out where the feelings were coming from.
Hermione started walking again as she had a sudden sense of realization, like she just figured something out. If this were a cartoon there'd be a light bulb over her head. The only problem was... She couldn't figure out what she'd figured out.
Yet, even in her confused state, she still felt like she'd figured something out. And she was strangely.. proud.. of it? She didn't know anyone who had such a strong feeling for one's self. Well, except for Malfoy. That self-centered prat.
Soon her, or someone's feelings of pride, died down a little and the feelings of anger came back. Finally letting herself believe that all this meant something, she gave herself over to everything. She cleared her mind and let her legs walk, not interfering.
But Hermione had to stop for a minute and take a deep breath. Her eyes widened at the immense feeling that washed over her. For a second she thought she was going to pass out so she bent over, taking another deep breath. It felt as if every single fiber of her being was just squeezed out like a sponge. Every ounce of magic was trickling down a drain. She was left there standing, bent over, feeling empty. Like there was no more hope.
Like she was surrendering.
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A/N- I don't know how much sense this chapter made, because I didn't have time to plan out what I was thinking, I just wrote, hoping that I'd get everything in the right order. Personally, I like this chapter better than my last one. And just think, I wrote this all in one day and guess how long it is? The story was 4 WHOLE PAGES!!! Yay! It's my longest resent chapter! I'm so happy [sniffle sniffle]. Now I just need your feedback to tell me if it sucked or not. Oh and look! I didn't have ONE swear word in there! I bleeped it out because I wanted to try to get through at least one whole chapter without so much cursing. Oh and the * came from 'Gotta Kick It Up' you know. 'I put on my best so-sorry face...' Okay, buh bye now!
Peace!
Thanks to:
Dragon guardian of the Sea- Sorry if I lost you, I hope you're found again!
Becky- their'll be hr/d soon don't worry! [mutters to self and erases whole plot and starts over] lol
Hyper_shark- not sure if that was good or bad but thanks for reviewing!
C- I know, that chapter was a little misleading due to the fact that I didn't want it to turn out that way. But I'm hoping Draco can get to Hermione before it's too late!
Dracoluva99- Mmm-hmmm!
Unicorn777- Thank you!
Nazgul13- No! The ducks will rule because THEY have aligned with the bees who will all attack yours simultaneously!!! Ducks will never fail!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember.. REVIEW!!!!
~*Ragazza Doulce*~
A/N- Hey Hey! Look, we're in double digits already! Woo hoo! Oh, and for the readers' sakes, I'm vowing to try my hardest to cut down on the swearing, on request. [sighs] Sorry, about that. but she's an angry girl. and girls when angry (I know from experience) tend to use a couple (or more) swears.. Or maybe I'm the only one here.. Well, on with the show!!
Stranger at my door
Chapter Ten [does little dance]
Mysterious Feelings.
Two hooded figures dressed in black robes, sat Indian style in a dark room. They held hands and in the middle of them was a candle. The two chanted softly, gradually rising in volume, with their voices candle's flame rose higher.. . . higher... Until suddenly it diminished and they stopped chanting.
~~~~~~~
Hermione jogged out her door to look for Malfoy. She'd gotten changed to fit her mood, a habit she seemed to have picked up somewhere or other. She wore a black tank top with a black net shirt with the shoulders cut out, under that. Her black pants were baggy so you couldn't see her shoes underneath.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Hermione muttered to herself. "Malfoy..."
Slowly she walked down the street, following the trail of feathers. She smirked to herself, thinking about what he must've looked like after getting hit with the pillow. How the feathers must've gotten stuck in his soft blonde hair. how his beautiful icy ices must've looked when he saw the pillow coming.
Hermione shook her head, trying to literally shake the thoughts out of her head and the smile off her face. She had to stay focused. Where would she go if she were him? *I'd go find the nearest gun and shoot myself in the head,* she thought to herself, *But he doesn't know what a gun is.*
~*~*~*~*~
Draco stalked down the street. He knew he was attracting attention to himself, but he thought, being the over egoistic male that he was, that they were just staring at him for his devilishly good looks. He walked down the street as if the whole world should look up to him, yet in the mean time he had no clue how utterly ridicules he looked. I mean, who WOULDN'T stare at someone walking down the street trailing white feathers?
"!@#$!" he yelled loudly as he hit his shin on an ugly looking statue on the corner of a road. (See the story 'We'll Always Have Paris') He glared coldly at an old lady giving him a disapproving look.
"Malfoy."
He stumbled, once again swearing softly to himself, as he heard a sing-song voice say his name. How did they know his name? Was someone spying on him? He stopped suddenly when he realized that that voice was Granger's. Draco looked around searching for her, half relieved that she'd found him and half annoyed that she decided she wanted to play hide-and-seek.
"I know you're there, Granger. You can come out," he called out into the crowd, walking slowly and looking around for Granger. When he still couldn't find her he called again, "Granger!"
Yet, this still did nothing but cause more people to look at him strangely. He shook his head thinking that maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he didn't really hear her. A smaller voice kept saying, 'Maybe you just wished you heard her.' But Draco firmly ignored that thought as his rumbling stomach talking.
"Malfoy. . ." it said again. His head whipped in the direction he thought it was coming from so fast that he almost got whiplash. It was no use, her voice seemed to be coming from every side.
"Hermione!" Draco yelled again. Now people were steadily backing away from him, thinking that maybe he'd escaped from the mental ward. Stomping his foot a little he starting getting irritated, "I said-"
"We all heard what you said! If your girlfriend didn't hear you yet, she ain't going to!" a skinny, tall boy about his age interrupted. Without thinking, he grabbed the boy by his shirt and shoved him into the brick building.
"She's not my girlfriend," he growled menacingly at the frightened boy. Draco was a strong young man (that makes me sound like an old person, doesn't it? Calling Draco a 'young man'. hehe), and the poor boy he attacked was more of a lanky kind of kid, "Do you even know who I am?" he continued, "I'm a Malfoy. And you don't want to mess with a Malfoy. I swear to whatever's listening that if you EVER show such disrespect to me again you won't live to-"
Distantly while he was talking, Draco heard someone say, "That's him! Right there!" However, he didn't pay any attention to this until he felt himself being pushed from the side. He fell hard on his elbow, stunned. The surprise wore off quickly as a man in a uniform tried to restrain him (He was now kicking and flailing about). He tried to reach for his wand but his hands were caught and put in a metal trap, binding them together.
"Calm down, son," a women in the same type of uniform soothed.
"Don't call me son. You're not my mother," he snarled at her. What was going on? How did all this happen? He was confused and scared, making him very snappy.
"Stand up," the male commanded gruffly.
"I don't have to take orders from you," Draco spat. The man just yanked him up as reply. Getting his wits together, he realized what was going on. He learned about these people in Muggle Studies! They were like the Ministry of the muggle world. Knowing what he would do if this was the ministry, he turned on his charm.
"This is all just a big misunderstanding, officer," Draco started, putting on his best 'so-sorry' face* and flashing the female officer his most dazzling smile.
"Yeah, sure, and I'm your fairy god-mother," the male officer sneered, rolling his eyes.
"Really?" Draco said with mock hope in his voice, "How many wishes do I get?"
"Just shut up and walk." He just did as he was told, waiting for the right moment to reach for his wand. Draco watched as the female made her way to the car. He tried to drag back a little so there would be enough distance for him to do whatever he needed to do without getting the other officer involved. A swift memory charm would do the trick. Now all he needed was a distraction.
As if on cue, a car ran a red light and the officer's attention was diverted to yelling at the contraption as if the passenger could hear him. Draco took this moment to dive in his pocket for his wand, hoping that the trap on his wrists wouldn't make it too difficult to do the wrist motions. Fortunately for him the officer wasn't very bright and cuffed him with his arms in the front, not the back.
Unfortunately for him, the officer caught his sudden movement and snatched the wand away before he could do anything.
"And what were you going to do with this- this- STICK?" the officer asked him, tossing it back and forth from one hand to another. When Draco made a grab for it, the man snatched it away chuckling slightly. If this had been normal circumstances, Draco would have gotten it with his eyes closed, but with his hands bound together like that it was extremely difficult. "Is it a childhood toy, maybe?" the copper asked, mockingly. As if just to test its durability he practiced bending it. "Oops," he said as it broke in two, acting like it was an accident. Of course Draco knew that wasn't true. Truthfully, he wasn't sure how the man had done it. That wand had the best quality; it could have withstood a stampede of hippogriffs.
Yet it broke. And as it broke, he felt every ounce of power he had, float away like mist in the wind. He was devastated.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione walked down her street. "Malfoy. " she called again, in the kind of voice you'd call a kindergartener. Then without reason, she felt annoyed. Assuming it was just her bottled up feelings making their way out, she ignored it. But the anger that she felt came in a sudden rush, so fast it almost knocked her off her feet. The only thing she could do to keep it in check was to start running.
Closing her eyes, the started sprinting down her street, letting her legs take her where they wanted. Everything was going fine, the running kept her from bashing someone's head in. Then all of a sudden it stopped with a feeling of surprise and confusion.
"Ow!" she muttered to herself, coming to a halt. I must have hit my elbow on- but she stopped when she opened her eyes and saw there was nothing near her that she could have hit. Still, her logical mind wouldn't give up and she pushed it to the back of her head. She still had an intense sense of confusion and she was sure if it was coming from her not being able to figure out what she hit her elbow on, or not being able to figure out where the feelings were coming from.
Hermione started walking again as she had a sudden sense of realization, like she just figured something out. If this were a cartoon there'd be a light bulb over her head. The only problem was... She couldn't figure out what she'd figured out.
Yet, even in her confused state, she still felt like she'd figured something out. And she was strangely.. proud.. of it? She didn't know anyone who had such a strong feeling for one's self. Well, except for Malfoy. That self-centered prat.
Soon her, or someone's feelings of pride, died down a little and the feelings of anger came back. Finally letting herself believe that all this meant something, she gave herself over to everything. She cleared her mind and let her legs walk, not interfering.
But Hermione had to stop for a minute and take a deep breath. Her eyes widened at the immense feeling that washed over her. For a second she thought she was going to pass out so she bent over, taking another deep breath. It felt as if every single fiber of her being was just squeezed out like a sponge. Every ounce of magic was trickling down a drain. She was left there standing, bent over, feeling empty. Like there was no more hope.
Like she was surrendering.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N- I don't know how much sense this chapter made, because I didn't have time to plan out what I was thinking, I just wrote, hoping that I'd get everything in the right order. Personally, I like this chapter better than my last one. And just think, I wrote this all in one day and guess how long it is? The story was 4 WHOLE PAGES!!! Yay! It's my longest resent chapter! I'm so happy [sniffle sniffle]. Now I just need your feedback to tell me if it sucked or not. Oh and look! I didn't have ONE swear word in there! I bleeped it out because I wanted to try to get through at least one whole chapter without so much cursing. Oh and the * came from 'Gotta Kick It Up' you know. 'I put on my best so-sorry face...' Okay, buh bye now!
Peace!
Thanks to:
Dragon guardian of the Sea- Sorry if I lost you, I hope you're found again!
Becky- their'll be hr/d soon don't worry! [mutters to self and erases whole plot and starts over] lol
Hyper_shark- not sure if that was good or bad but thanks for reviewing!
C- I know, that chapter was a little misleading due to the fact that I didn't want it to turn out that way. But I'm hoping Draco can get to Hermione before it's too late!
Dracoluva99- Mmm-hmmm!
Unicorn777- Thank you!
Nazgul13- No! The ducks will rule because THEY have aligned with the bees who will all attack yours simultaneously!!! Ducks will never fail!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remember.. REVIEW!!!!
~*Ragazza Doulce*~