Oh, gosh. It has been a truly hard week. You see, a driver for my parent's trucking company died on Monday, and we had his funeral last night. It was sad, but we had a cash bar and 2 food bank boxes at the door. We filled both boxes and made $1,401! We're donating it all in his name, to help those less fortunate. Anyways, enough rambling.
Thanks to: oreo69not96, yanely1167, Lemonpeppachikn (yeah, it does sound weird, but Lucius is envisioning himself as he Dark Lord's successor.), TomsPink, Silent-Serpent, mandabella, fallen-panda-21, and sweetandevil (I updated! Sorry I forgot, but thanks for reminding me!) for reviewing.
They landed, hard, upon the floor of Dumbledore's office. Sitting nearby were Narcissa and Snape; Narcissa's cheeks were drenched from a flood of unstoppable tears. At the sight of the pair, she jumped up and ran over, sinking to the floor next to them and bringing them both into a tight embrace.
"Oh thank Merlin, you're alright! Draco, Hermione, I was so worried. Mundungus told us there was a white haired man in your room and that he left a note, so we sent for you as soon as you read it. Did you bring it?" Her voice was full of emotion, cracking every once and a while.
"Yeah, I think so..." Draco trailed off, pulling a crumpled piece of parchment from his robe pocket.
"Should've known, Dumbledore, I should've known." Hermione said aloud, more to herself than anyone else.
"Yes, sorry about that, Miss Granger. We couldn't leave you alone. So, he's attacking Ginny and Harry? Funny..." The old man mumbled. Snape stood and crossed the room, taking the letter of the Headmaster's desk.
"Lucius does not suspect that you two are to be the ones who kill him? Well, I suppose he did not hear the part about angry past." Snape gave, what Hermione assumed was, a small smile of laughter.
"No, I doubt he has. Severus, please bring Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Harry Potter to me at once. Escort them here; I don't want any risks." Dumbledore sank in his chair and eyed Draco and Hermione with a knowing look.
"You will not be able to kill him tonight. Sybill will tell us." In strode Professor Trelawney, her numerous shawls draped over her shoulders.
"Professor, you called for me to meet you here tonight. Oh, guests? Well, I daresay this is a nice surprise." A smile lit up her face as she sat across from Dumbledore and looked to where Draco, Hermione and Narcissa were seated on a long bench.
"Sybill, I would like for you to predict something for me. Can you tell me the night which Mister Malfoy and Miss Potter shall defeat Lord Lucius?" He laid his hands on the table and eyed Professor Trelawney calmly. She nodded her head and closed her eyes, seemingly stopping her breath coming to her.
"It is the night of the Year End Dance, Headmaster." She opened her eyes and peered at the students in the corner of the room.
"How do you know this, Sybill?" The Headmaster pressed on.
"Because they are wearing costumes; unless they are role playing, Headmaster, it is the night of the dance." She let out a small giggle and the Headmaster blushed lightly.
"Sybill, you are to keep this prediction to yourself. You are not to tell anyone the exact contents of that prediction, understood?"
"Yes, Headmaster. Oh, and Miss Potter?" She turned her head to look directly at the confused girl.
"Yes, Professor Trelawney?" She answered timidly.
"Your necklace is beautiful. Take care of it; I see you'll be wearing it for a long time. Don't forget to take it off before you start." She stood and left the confused Heads and Narcissa sharing looks and Dumbledore laughing to himself.
"Miss Potter, I assure you that this will all make sense soon enough. After all, the dance is merely a few days away." He laughed once more as the door opened and in stepped Snape; behind him were three students who looked quite embarrassed to be in the room.
"I caught two of them in a compromising position and the third nearly had an aneurism at the sight of them." Ron still looked as mad as ever; Harry and Ginny were sharing looks of embarrassment.
"Thank you, Severus. Now, if you would like to leave, you may. You are welcome to stay, if you'd prefer."
"I think I'll stay, Headmaster." Snape answered with a disdainful look at the trio, who were seated opposite Draco and Hermione on a long bench.
"Thank you, Severus. Please take a seat; this may take a little while." Dumbledore cleared his throat before continuing on.
"As you all know, Lord Voldemort was killed by Harry in his sixth year. Lucius Malfoy, The Dark Lord's most loyal and powerful servant, has decided to take over his master's job and rid the world of muggles and mudbloods. Under the name Lord Lucius, he is going to complete Voldemort's plans. He heard the prophecy, but only enough to think that Harry and Ginny are those he must kill. He doesn't know that by attacking you, he may only make Hermione and Draco stronger. However, as we do not want you two killed, we're keeping you here. He cannot get in to my office by any means, so it is safest for all of you. I will send Dobby up with your dinner. You are all to stay here, including you, Narcissa. I must leave to tell the teachers and students now, but I will be checking in through one of the portraits. Have a good evening, everyone." He left, his billowing purple robes flowing out behind him in waves.
"How dare he? Keeping us here when you two could be killing him!" Harry spat after the Headmaster left. Hermione stood tall and confronted him.
"Dumbledore knows best, Harry. And besides, Professor Trelawney said we'd be killing him on the night of the Year End dance. I know she's a bit fake, but I believe she's right. All of us have to get along tonight, so I suggest we get comfortable." She sat down beside Draco, who wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"Hermione is right; none of you should be fighting. We'll just have to wait tonight out." Narcissa added.
Ron stood and gave Harry and Ginny an angry look before opening his mouth in anger. "You jerk, snogging my sister in the hallways! I swear, if you make it through tonight, it'll be a miracle!" He yelled before taking out his wand and pointing it right at Harry's heart.
"Ronald Weasley, you leave my boyfriend alone!" Ginny yelled back, and she stood in front of Harry with her arms out.
"Ron, put your wand down or I'll Body Bind you. Draco, quit laughing. Harry, Ginny, quit snogging in front of Ron just to get a rise out of him." Hermione huffed loudly. She had her wand pointed at Ron's torso; Draco could be heard sniggering behind her.
"Ow, mum! What's that for!?" Draco yelled as Narcissa gave him a smack upside the head.
"You stop laughing, Draco, or you'll be sleeping on the floor!" She told him menacingly. Draco surrendered and sat there, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head.
"'Mione, you wouldn't do that!" Harry called out.
"Yes, I would. Ron, drop your wand. Now." She held steady, ready to mutter the jinx at any moment. With a look of satisfaction, she watched as Ron's wand dropped to the floor with a clatter and he sat down on the bench. Hermione summoned the wand to her and put it on Dumbledore's desk.
"If you feel you can use it rationally, you can have it back. No more fighting, got it? I won't hesitate to put you all in a full Body Bind!" She sat back down with Draco, who looked at her proudly before whispering in her ear.
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you love?" He was so close to her ear she could feel his hot breath against her skin. She felt a shiver roll down her spine before she could answer.
"I would, if you drove me to it." She murmured, and he gave her a look of surprise at the smirk that spread across her pink glossy lips.