Deliverance: Chapter 7
As Draco and Hermione entered the great hall together more than just a few people turned to look their way. After all the sight of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger holding hands and being happy about it was an unprecedented one. Eventually the two said goodbye to one another and departed to their respective tables. Hermione chose a seat next to Ron. Even though they hadn't been on the best of terms since the day she had told him about the abortion, Hermione was now completely willing to put all of that in the past.
"Good morning Ron." Hermione said in a rather chipper tone of voice. "So how have you been?" She smiled peacefully. Ron however was staring at her as if she were an alien life form.
"Gods Hermione, What the hell was that. You and Malfoy holding hands? What's going on?" Hermione looked slightly offended by Ron's comment but she decided not to pay it much heed.
"Well Ron..." She said, "Malfoy and I are going out." Ron looked at her as if she had grown another head. What Hermione had just said was about the least likely (in his opinion) thing that Hermione could have possibly said.
"You're going out with Malfoy! The Slytherine scum that has tormented me you and Harry for six years! I refuse to accept that. What's wrong with you?" Hermione cringed slightly at the mention of Harry's name,
"What's wrong with me?!" Said Hermione angrily "What's wrong with me Ron, is that you can't handle the choices that I make. I have a life and I can choose to do whatever the hell I want to do with it. And no matter what I choose to do I would hope that our friendship meant enough to you that you would actually respect that! But apparently not." And with that Hermione got up from the table and left. She decided that the best place to go was probably the library being as she didn't really fee like facing the other members of the girls dormitories, at least not quite yet. When Hermione reached the library she found herself a book that she thought looked quite interesting (1001 ways to prepare for N.E.W.T.S by Obs Sesive) and sat down at one of the back tables. She had just gotten through the first 100 ways when she felt a hand grasp her roughly on the shoulder. Hermione turned around to see whom it was, but she hardly had enough time to turn around before she had been pinned to the wall.
"Hello Hermione." Said Harry venomously, he had placed one hand over her mouth rendering her incapable of screaming. "So how've you been? I see that you and Malfoy are quite friendly these days. I guess I'm not the only one who's been able to pry those legs of yours apart huh?" Harry was about to begin the physical part of his assault but before he was able to do so someone pulled him off of her. Hermione looked up. She had expected to see Malfoy but not...
"Dumbledor?" She questioned, her breath was ragged and a bruise was now forming where Harry had grabbed onto her shoulder but other than that she was all right.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger... I would like the both of you to come with me... now." Said Dumbledor. His old and fatherly face was one of utter seriousness. Harry and Hermione (who still managed to keep quit a distance between them) followed silently behind Dumbledor all the way to his office. When they had all taken a seat Dumbledor began to speak.
"I was afraid that something like this might happen. And now that my fears have been confirmed I have no other choice. Harry and Hermione I am about to tell you something that you may not believe. This was kept a secret for your own good. Harry... Sirius isn't dead." Harry was in disbelief. "Your Godfather was indeed badly injured in the battle at the department of mysteries but he was not as badly injured as he could have been, all of those who I sent to fight had protection spells placed upon them... also as you may remember he disappeared behind that archway. The reason he disappeared was because the way the spell worked was if you were injured badly you would immediately apparate to a special team of healers that we had established. We hid this information because we used Sirius, who was presumed dead, to uncover information about the upcoming final battle with Voldemort. The final battle is coming soon. We have mere weeks before you will be forced to face Voldemort, Harry." Harry was only barely listening to Dumbledor about the upcoming battle. Harry's Brain wasn't allowing him to get passed 'Sirius is alive'. There were so many emotions that Harry was feeling at this one moment. He felt happy and relieved that Sirius was alive, he felt angry and frustrated that Dumbledor hadn't told him Sirius was alive, and he felt horribly guilty sad and terrified of what he had done to Hermione because of Sirius' presumed death. And because of all this all that harry was able to do was to sit silently in Dumbldor's office trying as hard as he could to suppress the tears that were forming in his eyes and having no luck in doing so at all. How could hermione ever forgive him for what he'd done? And what about this final battle that was approaching, would he survive it? Would anyone survive it? (Would I stop using these weird question thingys to end my chapters?) Only time will tell.
As Draco and Hermione entered the great hall together more than just a few people turned to look their way. After all the sight of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger holding hands and being happy about it was an unprecedented one. Eventually the two said goodbye to one another and departed to their respective tables. Hermione chose a seat next to Ron. Even though they hadn't been on the best of terms since the day she had told him about the abortion, Hermione was now completely willing to put all of that in the past.
"Good morning Ron." Hermione said in a rather chipper tone of voice. "So how have you been?" She smiled peacefully. Ron however was staring at her as if she were an alien life form.
"Gods Hermione, What the hell was that. You and Malfoy holding hands? What's going on?" Hermione looked slightly offended by Ron's comment but she decided not to pay it much heed.
"Well Ron..." She said, "Malfoy and I are going out." Ron looked at her as if she had grown another head. What Hermione had just said was about the least likely (in his opinion) thing that Hermione could have possibly said.
"You're going out with Malfoy! The Slytherine scum that has tormented me you and Harry for six years! I refuse to accept that. What's wrong with you?" Hermione cringed slightly at the mention of Harry's name,
"What's wrong with me?!" Said Hermione angrily "What's wrong with me Ron, is that you can't handle the choices that I make. I have a life and I can choose to do whatever the hell I want to do with it. And no matter what I choose to do I would hope that our friendship meant enough to you that you would actually respect that! But apparently not." And with that Hermione got up from the table and left. She decided that the best place to go was probably the library being as she didn't really fee like facing the other members of the girls dormitories, at least not quite yet. When Hermione reached the library she found herself a book that she thought looked quite interesting (1001 ways to prepare for N.E.W.T.S by Obs Sesive) and sat down at one of the back tables. She had just gotten through the first 100 ways when she felt a hand grasp her roughly on the shoulder. Hermione turned around to see whom it was, but she hardly had enough time to turn around before she had been pinned to the wall.
"Hello Hermione." Said Harry venomously, he had placed one hand over her mouth rendering her incapable of screaming. "So how've you been? I see that you and Malfoy are quite friendly these days. I guess I'm not the only one who's been able to pry those legs of yours apart huh?" Harry was about to begin the physical part of his assault but before he was able to do so someone pulled him off of her. Hermione looked up. She had expected to see Malfoy but not...
"Dumbledor?" She questioned, her breath was ragged and a bruise was now forming where Harry had grabbed onto her shoulder but other than that she was all right.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger... I would like the both of you to come with me... now." Said Dumbledor. His old and fatherly face was one of utter seriousness. Harry and Hermione (who still managed to keep quit a distance between them) followed silently behind Dumbledor all the way to his office. When they had all taken a seat Dumbledor began to speak.
"I was afraid that something like this might happen. And now that my fears have been confirmed I have no other choice. Harry and Hermione I am about to tell you something that you may not believe. This was kept a secret for your own good. Harry... Sirius isn't dead." Harry was in disbelief. "Your Godfather was indeed badly injured in the battle at the department of mysteries but he was not as badly injured as he could have been, all of those who I sent to fight had protection spells placed upon them... also as you may remember he disappeared behind that archway. The reason he disappeared was because the way the spell worked was if you were injured badly you would immediately apparate to a special team of healers that we had established. We hid this information because we used Sirius, who was presumed dead, to uncover information about the upcoming final battle with Voldemort. The final battle is coming soon. We have mere weeks before you will be forced to face Voldemort, Harry." Harry was only barely listening to Dumbledor about the upcoming battle. Harry's Brain wasn't allowing him to get passed 'Sirius is alive'. There were so many emotions that Harry was feeling at this one moment. He felt happy and relieved that Sirius was alive, he felt angry and frustrated that Dumbledor hadn't told him Sirius was alive, and he felt horribly guilty sad and terrified of what he had done to Hermione because of Sirius' presumed death. And because of all this all that harry was able to do was to sit silently in Dumbldor's office trying as hard as he could to suppress the tears that were forming in his eyes and having no luck in doing so at all. How could hermione ever forgive him for what he'd done? And what about this final battle that was approaching, would he survive it? Would anyone survive it? (Would I stop using these weird question thingys to end my chapters?) Only time will tell.