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Author's Note: So, you probably want to read most of story huh? Okay then –
Chapter 16
Last Time:
"I think you have a thing for Malfoy, huh?" Parvati punched playfully.
"Don't hint, hint, wink, wink, nudge, nudge me, missy," In other words Lavender was saying, don't you think I know?
"Come on, even I have to admit he's changed a lot," Parvati pressed on.
"Yes, but I still love Seamus," Lavender said a little too firmly as though assuring herself.
"Actually, you just said he was getting really bring now," Parvati went even further.
"So!" Lavender burst out, "Let's go, I think I have just come up with a plan."
*~*~*Draco*~*~*
The potion had started to go at a slower pace today for some reason but at least Draco's head, neck and upper half of his chest were free to move.
"I seriously need a massage right now," Draco complained to the only one bothered to listen, "My whole upper half is aching from lying in this position."
"Shall I give you one?" Pansy asked hopefully.
"Why are you here?" Draco sneered, "I thought I made it clear to you that we were through. And it's your fault I'm stuck like this anyway."
"What do you mean my fault?" Pansy shrieked.
"If you hadn't apparated to tell me my father wanted me to do his dirty work, then maybe Granger wouldn't have done this to me!" Draco yelled, "don't you think I know what my father wants? However, I suppose I might as well go on with his little scheme. And no one, I repeat, no one will stop me. Is that understood, Parkinson?"
Pansy felt hurt that Draco had called her Parkinson but overly thrilled that he had resumed to calling Hermione by her last name, Granger.
"Well, hope you get better soon," Pansy made to leave, "Crabbe and Goyle sent a letter though, it's about them joining the Death Eaters. They've agreed to join them. I've been sent an application form, too. Here is yours."
Pansy thrust him a piece of yellow parchment that had the Dark Mark as a background. She left Draco to fill in the form.
Draco read and re-read it over and over again. It said:
Master Draco Malfoy,
You have been selected to become converted into a Death Eater as an heir to Lucious Malfoy. Lord Voldemort will be performing the ritual and you will be expected to arrive at Shrew's Avenue, along with your father. Lord Voldemort himself has requested to place the Dark Mark upon your left arm. Please fill in the details below and ensure that your either one of your parents have signed too.
Your ambition: ______________________________________________
Whom your loyalties belong to: __________________________________
Your inmost secret: ___________________________________________
Your contribution: Weapons/Secrets of Opposition/Life to protect Lord Voldemort.
Signed: Lucious Malfoy
Narcissa Malfoy
Draco picked up a quill and realised it was one he had been preparing to give to Hermione – well he was through with her. He lifted to gold plated quill and dipped the nib into his ink well. He slowly began to fill the form as the potion returned the feeling to his arms.
*~*~*I'm so Confused*~*~*
Hermione ran along the long corridor with a rush of emotion flooding her senses. Tears streaked her face and stained its glow with salty trails. Hermione slowed down as she saw the doors of the Hospital Wing draw nearer. She closed her eyes and stopped to lean against a wall.
What am I doing? Hermione asked herself, I thought I hated Malfoy, yet my desire to be in his arms is doing all its effort to push me to his side. NO! I hate Malfoy! This can't be happening to me!
However hard Hermione resisted the urge to go with desire, it didn't seem to work. It didn't seem to stop her opening the doors to see her beloved sealing a letter and giving it to his owl to send off.
"Draco?" Hermione entered the hospital wing and smiled, she wiped her face and readied to throw herself into Draco's arms.
Draco glared and gave an ugly look in Hermione's direction. He smirked and drew out his wand.
"This is for you," Draco snarled, "Mudblood."
Draco produced a hex that contained all his anger directed to Hermione. She tried to scream but obviously Draco did not want that, her mouth opened but nothing came out. Her whole body started to writhe and her flesh felt as if it was on fire.
Draco's sneer became larger and he was just about to laugh (Mwahahahaha style in case you're wondering), when a ferocious burst of guilt came over him and stopped the hex from going on.
*~*~*Outside*~*~*
Lavender crouched down behind the doors and peeped in through the gap. So far, this plan to find out how to crush Hermione was failing miserably. But she was sure now that this frantic chasing was going to pay off; Hermione had come to the Hospital Wing where Draco was.
She smiled and swiped a lock of hair out of her eyes and continued to peer through. Next minute she gaped in shock horror as she saw what Draco had done to torture Hermione. An emotion conducted hex.
Part of Lavender wanted to run in there and stop Draco doing this to Hermione, but then she remembered the curse Hermione had out on her. Similar in fact, only all the pain was in the eyes, it was the reason she was wearing contacts.
Lavender resulted in looking away until she heard the faint sizzling stop. She heard a soft clunk followed by a louder thud. Draco had dropped his wand, and Hermione had fallen to the floor.
She wanted to smile but her own body had abruptly ceased from moving. Somewhere deep inside her mind, she heard the words "This is going to hurt".
Lavender gazed down at her legs and saw them grow longer as they turned manly. Her arms grew muscular and her chest flattened. Lavender felt her hair shrink and her eyes getting better; these changes were burning her so much that she closed her eyes, what was going on?
All of a sudden she found herself in her own body, but in a weird underworld type of place. She turned around and gazed at her new surroundings. Soil covered walls, rough hard ground, candle brackets sticking out of places awkwardly and only a few bit of furniture telling Lavender she is some sort f home.
But something was still on her mind, what had happened to that other body, why was she here and what was that voice in her mind that told had her about the pain she had felt.
*~*~*The Pain In Realization*~*~*
Harry and Ron felt that the world had crumbled beneath their feet and they were falling to oblivion. Voltaire had just told them something that only Hermione would be prepared for.
"So you understand that you must therefore be very attentive in your classes and your holidays filled with revision," Voltaire continued unaware that Harry and Ron were not listening.
As they left Voltaire's office, Harry's grabbed Ron arm, "It's amazing isn't it? That you can still feel the pressure of exams even when you're dead."
"Mate, and you had to die to figure that out!" Ron said, "Hello!! I've been dead forever!"
"Sorry," Harry said, "Just caught up with the moment."
"HARRY!" Ron shouted, "It's only been – what, three months, and we've just been told that we're sitting the NEWTs!!"
"Better tell Hermione then, shouldn't we!" Harry shouted back, "No. I'm sorry for roaring."
"Yeah, me too." Ron replied sincerely.
"Boys," Voltaire said from behind them. The boys turned round quickly.
"And two hundred points apiece for saving Holly," Voltaire went back into his office.
"Wait a minute," Ron considered, "How did he know –"
"Ron!" Harry interrupted, "That means two thousand points to Gryffindor!"
"You're forgetting that two hundred of those go to Slytherin," Ron added.
"One thousand eight hundred points to Gryffindor!" Harry happily said.
"How's Liz by the way?" Ron asked as they approached the stairs leading to their common room.
"Liz!" Harry remembered, "She wanted to meet us in the library!"
Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait but I had been on another website doing another story as well. I might be a little slow again on posting the next chapter but I suppose you might have better things to do than read my story *sob*.
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