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IlUvDrAcOmAlFoY - yah, I love him too. Anyways, I agree with you. I mean, I'm not trying to be egotistical or anything, bit I think this is a pretty darn good story, and I'm glad to be getting reviews at all. But it really pisses me off when just horrible stories get tons of reviews, when they don't deserve it at all! Thank you so much for all your compliments, this one's for you.
Author's Note: So sorry people, I would have had this updated before I went on vacation, but I couldn't get online. Sorry again.
Chapter 14
Closets and Secrets
The small closet was dark and musty, but the couple inside didn't seem to notice their unusual surroundings, at all– even when a rat scurried over the girl's feet in hot pursuit of a plump gray moth.
Draco and Hermione had chosen this very secluded spot to...er...study.
"When was the last witch burning of colonial London?" Hermione breathed as she broke from Draco's hold for a gasp of air.
"1654," Draco said quickly and grabbed Hermione and kissed her again on the lips. She returned his touch and slyly snaked her slim arms around his waist, as he lost his hands in her soft hair.
"We're not going to accomplish anything like this. We've got exams coming up and—"
"You worry too much," Draco responded as he kissed her neck.
"No I'm serious, we really need to—" This time he shut her up with his palm.
"Shh! I hear footsteps," he said stifling her voice of surprise.
"Damn! No one's down here. I could have sworn I heard something," a muffled voice said from outside.
"It's alright, Ron; we'll find her," Harry said.
"Yah, yah. But ever since she started studying with Malfoy, she's gotten all weird. I mean, she is never around anymore," the red-headed boy put in.
"Come on, let's got. We've got Quidditch practice."
"Oh, yes, wouldn't want to be late, oh mighty captain," Ron muttered sarcastically as they both walked off.
Once the coast was clear, Draco and Hermione appeared from an almost invisible door lodged into the cold stone wall.
"I told you this was a bad idea," Hermione stated putting hands on hips. Draco just smirked and kissed her quickly on the lips.
"Good night smart-ass, I just found somebody's practice to ruin," he said and turned to leave.
"You're horrible, you know that," she said wrapping her arms around him; he grinned with pride, "See you tomorrow," she said and gave him another kiss good-bye.
"I really do have to go," Draco said finally.
"OK, good night then," Hermione responded sweetly. He turned and began walking, "Don't do anything too evil!" she added just before he was out of earshot. Hermione sighed and began walking the other way. It wasn't too late, so there were still a few of the older students walking around and mingling. So were the teachers.
Hermione was just walking past the door of a classroom. It was the Potions classroom, and inside, she could hear the Potions master conversing loudly with another teacher.
"Dumbledore says you have more details on His plan, am I right, Stults?" Snape asked quietly with bitterness lingering in his tone.
"Yes, it isn't good. It could mean the death of one of our best students," the attractive Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher said, sounding almost frightened.
Hermione stopped, she didn't know who the Professors was referring to; still, curiosity got the best of her at the mention of the 'student'. The hallway suddenly became empty, and she stopped just outside the doorway to listen. She heard footsteps. Professor Stults was pacing.
"Well! Are you going to tell me?" Snape demanded, "Who is it going to be?"
"You won't like it. I was hoping–praying–that Voldermort wouldn't choose him, but he did. It seems our boy has quite the knack for the Dark Arts."
"Who is he?"
"Malfoy."
Snape was quiet. In the silence, Hermione slowly put two and two together, "They know Draco's the heir," she said to herself.
"You know what we have to do, Severus," Jillian said in response to the silence, "he must have wanted it, because I don't believe Voldermort would pick someone completely resistant."
"We can't kill him! That's my godson, you're talking about—!"
"Oh, don't get all sentimental, now! If we don't somehow get Draco out of the picture, we're going to have one wand-happy Lord-to-be on our hands. Severus, you must understand! This is a war-a black and white battle against good and evil! We can't have him stuck in the middle just because we are feeling indecisive. Please, tell me you understand."
"You will not kill him. Draco is at a very influential age, maybe we could persuade him to join the Order," Snape insisted pleadingly.
"And what if Voldermort found out about this. We can't afford to make any mistakes. Just think about it, Severus." Hermione could practically hear the sympathy dripping from her voice. She truly was sincere.
But Hermione couldn't think. They were going to kill Draco! But...but only if they knew that he didn't really want this burden. She had to tell someone. Dumbledore! She ran as fast as she could to the horrific gargoyle carved out of cold, grey stone, the shade of Draco's eyes, that led to the dwelling of Headmaster and Professor Dumbledore.
She stopped. She didn't know the password.
"Fizzing Whizbees!" Nothing.
"Jelly Slugs!...Canary Creams!...Hostile Hornet- puffs!....Jumbo..er..Jackrabbits!" Still nothing. Hermione was about to give up. When,
"Miss Granger, did you need something," the old Professor said as he came from the end of the corridor. The girl was startled by his sudden appearance, but grateful, all the same. She ran up to him,
"Sir, I think we should talk."
"Why, of course. Let's go into my office," he walked to the gargoyle, "Popper Pepper Pastries!" The figure sprouted to life and revealed the staircase.
"That was my next guess," Hermione muttered amusingly to herself as she followed Dumbledore up to his office.
When Hermione reached the office, she sat in a straight-backed chair across from the littered desk.
"Tea, Hermione?" he asked sitting.
"No thank you, Headmaster. I overheard something today–a conversation between Snape and Professor Stults."
"Go on."
"Well, I should start at the beginning," she proceeded in explaining to him about how she discovered Malfoy's secret (leaving out the parts about their 'intimate' moments, of course). Then she repeated what she had found out eavesdropping, "They can't kill him! He doesn't even want to be Voldermort!" she cried when Dumbledore didn't say anything. He just sat, looking at her with sparkling periwinkle eyes behind transparent, crescent spectacles.
"I see you have been very well-informed about what's going on here," he finally said.
"I don't know what to do," she cried sadly, "I don't want him to get hurt. But I don't want Voldermort to win, either."
"Hmm..are you sure that Mr. Malfoy does not want any part of this."
"Yes, but, he would kill me if he knew I told you. I promised."
"Don't worry, some promises are best shared with others. I will do everything in my power to keep Draco safe. I can see he means a lot to you."
"Wait I—,"
"Be off, Hermione. Remember, you still have homework to do," Dumbledore said waving his wrinkled hands. Hermione rose open-mouthed and silently walked out.
"Kids these days," Dumbledore muttered cheerfully as the door closed, "never will understand them."
Author's Note: Well, well, I hoped you liked. That beginning part was pretty interesting. Especially since I wrote at school, in the middle of class, while I was supposed to be studying for exams. Oh, well. Please review. I will love you forever. Meanwhile, I will be in Florida! Spring Break!
Until Next Time......
IlUvDrAcOmAlFoY - yah, I love him too. Anyways, I agree with you. I mean, I'm not trying to be egotistical or anything, bit I think this is a pretty darn good story, and I'm glad to be getting reviews at all. But it really pisses me off when just horrible stories get tons of reviews, when they don't deserve it at all! Thank you so much for all your compliments, this one's for you.
Author's Note: So sorry people, I would have had this updated before I went on vacation, but I couldn't get online. Sorry again.
Chapter 14
Closets and Secrets
The small closet was dark and musty, but the couple inside didn't seem to notice their unusual surroundings, at all– even when a rat scurried over the girl's feet in hot pursuit of a plump gray moth.
Draco and Hermione had chosen this very secluded spot to...er...study.
"When was the last witch burning of colonial London?" Hermione breathed as she broke from Draco's hold for a gasp of air.
"1654," Draco said quickly and grabbed Hermione and kissed her again on the lips. She returned his touch and slyly snaked her slim arms around his waist, as he lost his hands in her soft hair.
"We're not going to accomplish anything like this. We've got exams coming up and—"
"You worry too much," Draco responded as he kissed her neck.
"No I'm serious, we really need to—" This time he shut her up with his palm.
"Shh! I hear footsteps," he said stifling her voice of surprise.
"Damn! No one's down here. I could have sworn I heard something," a muffled voice said from outside.
"It's alright, Ron; we'll find her," Harry said.
"Yah, yah. But ever since she started studying with Malfoy, she's gotten all weird. I mean, she is never around anymore," the red-headed boy put in.
"Come on, let's got. We've got Quidditch practice."
"Oh, yes, wouldn't want to be late, oh mighty captain," Ron muttered sarcastically as they both walked off.
Once the coast was clear, Draco and Hermione appeared from an almost invisible door lodged into the cold stone wall.
"I told you this was a bad idea," Hermione stated putting hands on hips. Draco just smirked and kissed her quickly on the lips.
"Good night smart-ass, I just found somebody's practice to ruin," he said and turned to leave.
"You're horrible, you know that," she said wrapping her arms around him; he grinned with pride, "See you tomorrow," she said and gave him another kiss good-bye.
"I really do have to go," Draco said finally.
"OK, good night then," Hermione responded sweetly. He turned and began walking, "Don't do anything too evil!" she added just before he was out of earshot. Hermione sighed and began walking the other way. It wasn't too late, so there were still a few of the older students walking around and mingling. So were the teachers.
Hermione was just walking past the door of a classroom. It was the Potions classroom, and inside, she could hear the Potions master conversing loudly with another teacher.
"Dumbledore says you have more details on His plan, am I right, Stults?" Snape asked quietly with bitterness lingering in his tone.
"Yes, it isn't good. It could mean the death of one of our best students," the attractive Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher said, sounding almost frightened.
Hermione stopped, she didn't know who the Professors was referring to; still, curiosity got the best of her at the mention of the 'student'. The hallway suddenly became empty, and she stopped just outside the doorway to listen. She heard footsteps. Professor Stults was pacing.
"Well! Are you going to tell me?" Snape demanded, "Who is it going to be?"
"You won't like it. I was hoping–praying–that Voldermort wouldn't choose him, but he did. It seems our boy has quite the knack for the Dark Arts."
"Who is he?"
"Malfoy."
Snape was quiet. In the silence, Hermione slowly put two and two together, "They know Draco's the heir," she said to herself.
"You know what we have to do, Severus," Jillian said in response to the silence, "he must have wanted it, because I don't believe Voldermort would pick someone completely resistant."
"We can't kill him! That's my godson, you're talking about—!"
"Oh, don't get all sentimental, now! If we don't somehow get Draco out of the picture, we're going to have one wand-happy Lord-to-be on our hands. Severus, you must understand! This is a war-a black and white battle against good and evil! We can't have him stuck in the middle just because we are feeling indecisive. Please, tell me you understand."
"You will not kill him. Draco is at a very influential age, maybe we could persuade him to join the Order," Snape insisted pleadingly.
"And what if Voldermort found out about this. We can't afford to make any mistakes. Just think about it, Severus." Hermione could practically hear the sympathy dripping from her voice. She truly was sincere.
But Hermione couldn't think. They were going to kill Draco! But...but only if they knew that he didn't really want this burden. She had to tell someone. Dumbledore! She ran as fast as she could to the horrific gargoyle carved out of cold, grey stone, the shade of Draco's eyes, that led to the dwelling of Headmaster and Professor Dumbledore.
She stopped. She didn't know the password.
"Fizzing Whizbees!" Nothing.
"Jelly Slugs!...Canary Creams!...Hostile Hornet- puffs!....Jumbo..er..Jackrabbits!" Still nothing. Hermione was about to give up. When,
"Miss Granger, did you need something," the old Professor said as he came from the end of the corridor. The girl was startled by his sudden appearance, but grateful, all the same. She ran up to him,
"Sir, I think we should talk."
"Why, of course. Let's go into my office," he walked to the gargoyle, "Popper Pepper Pastries!" The figure sprouted to life and revealed the staircase.
"That was my next guess," Hermione muttered amusingly to herself as she followed Dumbledore up to his office.
When Hermione reached the office, she sat in a straight-backed chair across from the littered desk.
"Tea, Hermione?" he asked sitting.
"No thank you, Headmaster. I overheard something today–a conversation between Snape and Professor Stults."
"Go on."
"Well, I should start at the beginning," she proceeded in explaining to him about how she discovered Malfoy's secret (leaving out the parts about their 'intimate' moments, of course). Then she repeated what she had found out eavesdropping, "They can't kill him! He doesn't even want to be Voldermort!" she cried when Dumbledore didn't say anything. He just sat, looking at her with sparkling periwinkle eyes behind transparent, crescent spectacles.
"I see you have been very well-informed about what's going on here," he finally said.
"I don't know what to do," she cried sadly, "I don't want him to get hurt. But I don't want Voldermort to win, either."
"Hmm..are you sure that Mr. Malfoy does not want any part of this."
"Yes, but, he would kill me if he knew I told you. I promised."
"Don't worry, some promises are best shared with others. I will do everything in my power to keep Draco safe. I can see he means a lot to you."
"Wait I—,"
"Be off, Hermione. Remember, you still have homework to do," Dumbledore said waving his wrinkled hands. Hermione rose open-mouthed and silently walked out.
"Kids these days," Dumbledore muttered cheerfully as the door closed, "never will understand them."
Author's Note: Well, well, I hoped you liked. That beginning part was pretty interesting. Especially since I wrote at school, in the middle of class, while I was supposed to be studying for exams. Oh, well. Please review. I will love you forever. Meanwhile, I will be in Florida! Spring Break!
Until Next Time......