Ok, it's been hardly any time since I posted the last chap, but since id
already written this, I thot I mite as well post it noe.
Thanks again to all of u who reviewed...im sorry if you think the story is becoming to OC, but it's the best I can do....
Now on to the chapter.
Chapter 5- Bloody Malfoy-
'Look,' Mione said, 'this book looks interesting.' She pointed towards The Encyclopedia of the details of Arithmancy.
'By Golly, you're right,' Ron said, peering at the book. 'It'll make a good lullaby or sleeping pill, don't you think?" Harry stifled a snort, and Mione rolled her eyes. They were back in The Leaky cauldron, from buying their supplies. After a delicious tea of Cinnamon Buns, buttered crumpets and coffee, Tom had shown them up to their rooms. It was like a suite- a room for Harry and Ron to share, and a separate one for Mione, joined with a small Common Room. Each had separate bathrooms. All three were in the Common room, Mione curled up in an arm chair and Harry and Ron relaxing on a couch. Mione was pouring over her new reference books. After buying there supplies, again Mione had seen the man. He was eyeing her in a most unpleasant fashion. He arrived at the Leaky cauldron and booked a room while the Golden Trio was having tea, much to Mione's horror. But, his absence since then had soothed her frazzled nerves, and she was feeling better.
'Would you like to order dinner up here?" Harry asked, rubbing his hands together. I somehow don't feel like going down for dinner. 'Neither do I,' Mione admitted. 'Shall I slip down and ask Tom if he can send up something?' 'Why not?' Ron asked, licking his lips. 'Stew? Or...maybe mashed potatoes...sausages...' 'I'll go ask,' Mione said, getting up and putting the heavy encyclopedia away. She trotted out of the room, and down the stirs. When she came to the restaurant, she looked around for Tom, and found him serving a pair of goblins. When he was done, he looked up and smiled at her. 'Hello, Tom,' Mione said, going over to him. 'You wouldn't be able to give us dinner in our room, would you?' 'It'd be a pleasure,' Tom said, beaming. 'What would you like? What about meat salad in dressing, and some kebabs, cooked Indian style? The dish for the day.' 'That'd do just fine,' Mione said. 'We'd like to have it in about half an hour.' Tom promised her he'd get it, and then left for the kitchens. Mione, instead of returning to the room, walked over to the window, and looked out. At first, she could only see her reflection. Looking at it, she wondered if Robbie would be able to recognize her now. She was dressed only in a white blouse, and a denim skirt, plain and ordinary. She had on no jewelry or makeup, and her hair was in a low ponytail at the back, bushy and curly once again. Somehow, he just wasn't in the mood to doll up again. Moving closer, she was able to look outside, at the deserted seat bathed in moonlight, and the ramshackle shed in one corner. Suddenly, she felt stuffy and enclosed. Perhaps she could step outside for just a minute, and have a little breath of fresh air. She opened the door, and stepped out onto the hard, cold pavement. A chilly breeze whipped at her bare arms, and she shivered a little. She walked to the other end of the street, and leant against a mossy brick wall, looking at the moon. Robbie was somewhere out there, where, she did not know. Maybe he too was looking at the same moon, and thinking of her. Maybe he was remembering the times they had had together. Maybe he was remembering her smile, the way she was remembering his, his soft chuckle, his reassuring touch.... Suddenly, without any warning, rough hands grabbed her bare arms, and pulled her away from the wall. She started to scream, but a large, supple hand clamped over her mouth. Her arms twisted and writhed but strong arms grasped them. Immediately, she began kicking with her legs, but she was lifted clean off the ground. In des [air, she looked around, but she could see no one. She was pulled away, behind the shack, so that no one in the leaky cauldron could see her. She felt her captor pull out a wand, and say a few lazy words. Immediately, ropes bound her legs, but not her arms. Her captor drew back, and at last she could see him. It was the man. He was grinning, enjoying seeing her writhing on the floor under him. She noticed for the first time I dark scar that crossed his lips. 'Good evening, my dear,' he said, in a deep voice. 'Let me go! Let me go, you stupid creep!' 'I don't think so...' 'What do you want with me?' 'I...' he paused, 'I cannot help but notice your exceptionally beautiful features, my dear, and...' She stopped kicking, and her eyes were wide with fear. She saw him closing in, no time to think...no time to... 'Stupefy!'
The man fell into a small heap beside her. She shut her eyes, and uttered a prayer. When she opened them, she looked up and saw- Draco Malfoy. 'Malfoy!' she snapped. 'What are you doing here.' Immediately, she regretted it. Malfoy had just saved her life. This was no way to thank him. Plus, she noted, curiously. He had changed. There was something...new about him. His hair was gelled back, his eyes were the same color (her mind flashed on him for a minute, but she shook those thoughts away...it was not the time to think of him). And his chin was the same stubborn curve. But there seemed to be something more...compassionate about him. He flinched. 'I'm- I'm sorry,' she whispered. 'Thanks for...um, you know.' 'Yeh, whatever,' Malfoy said, finally opening his eyes, and his tone was nasty again. 'Go back to your room, granger, and stop trying to flirt with old alley cats. Now this guy...' He pointed at the heap on the floor. 'Is my father's colleague. Not a good chap to hang out with.' Mione's lip twisted. 'never thought I'd see the day you criticized anything of papa dearest.' She said, spitefully. He remained calm. 'never thought I'd see the day when scum like this got attracted to you. No compliment. You're still the same old mudblood. Now, fuck off.' 'you fuck off,' she said, rudely. Malfoy bent down, and his face lowered till it was just inches from hers. 'granger,' he said, in a cold whisper. 'You owe me your life. I could just remove the spell on this scum, and give him back to you. You're legs are still tied. There's no escape. True, your hands are free, but any thing down by those small hands of your can't cause any harms. You might just want to listen to me...and fuck off.'he stood up, and raising his wand, removed the ropes from her hands. Then he turned around, and walked off. Mione got to her feet, and dusted her blouse. She looked after the tall, handsome figure striding away in the moonlight. 'Bloody Malfoy,' she muttered.
Thanks again to all of u who reviewed...im sorry if you think the story is becoming to OC, but it's the best I can do....
Now on to the chapter.
Chapter 5- Bloody Malfoy-
'Look,' Mione said, 'this book looks interesting.' She pointed towards The Encyclopedia of the details of Arithmancy.
'By Golly, you're right,' Ron said, peering at the book. 'It'll make a good lullaby or sleeping pill, don't you think?" Harry stifled a snort, and Mione rolled her eyes. They were back in The Leaky cauldron, from buying their supplies. After a delicious tea of Cinnamon Buns, buttered crumpets and coffee, Tom had shown them up to their rooms. It was like a suite- a room for Harry and Ron to share, and a separate one for Mione, joined with a small Common Room. Each had separate bathrooms. All three were in the Common room, Mione curled up in an arm chair and Harry and Ron relaxing on a couch. Mione was pouring over her new reference books. After buying there supplies, again Mione had seen the man. He was eyeing her in a most unpleasant fashion. He arrived at the Leaky cauldron and booked a room while the Golden Trio was having tea, much to Mione's horror. But, his absence since then had soothed her frazzled nerves, and she was feeling better.
'Would you like to order dinner up here?" Harry asked, rubbing his hands together. I somehow don't feel like going down for dinner. 'Neither do I,' Mione admitted. 'Shall I slip down and ask Tom if he can send up something?' 'Why not?' Ron asked, licking his lips. 'Stew? Or...maybe mashed potatoes...sausages...' 'I'll go ask,' Mione said, getting up and putting the heavy encyclopedia away. She trotted out of the room, and down the stirs. When she came to the restaurant, she looked around for Tom, and found him serving a pair of goblins. When he was done, he looked up and smiled at her. 'Hello, Tom,' Mione said, going over to him. 'You wouldn't be able to give us dinner in our room, would you?' 'It'd be a pleasure,' Tom said, beaming. 'What would you like? What about meat salad in dressing, and some kebabs, cooked Indian style? The dish for the day.' 'That'd do just fine,' Mione said. 'We'd like to have it in about half an hour.' Tom promised her he'd get it, and then left for the kitchens. Mione, instead of returning to the room, walked over to the window, and looked out. At first, she could only see her reflection. Looking at it, she wondered if Robbie would be able to recognize her now. She was dressed only in a white blouse, and a denim skirt, plain and ordinary. She had on no jewelry or makeup, and her hair was in a low ponytail at the back, bushy and curly once again. Somehow, he just wasn't in the mood to doll up again. Moving closer, she was able to look outside, at the deserted seat bathed in moonlight, and the ramshackle shed in one corner. Suddenly, she felt stuffy and enclosed. Perhaps she could step outside for just a minute, and have a little breath of fresh air. She opened the door, and stepped out onto the hard, cold pavement. A chilly breeze whipped at her bare arms, and she shivered a little. She walked to the other end of the street, and leant against a mossy brick wall, looking at the moon. Robbie was somewhere out there, where, she did not know. Maybe he too was looking at the same moon, and thinking of her. Maybe he was remembering the times they had had together. Maybe he was remembering her smile, the way she was remembering his, his soft chuckle, his reassuring touch.... Suddenly, without any warning, rough hands grabbed her bare arms, and pulled her away from the wall. She started to scream, but a large, supple hand clamped over her mouth. Her arms twisted and writhed but strong arms grasped them. Immediately, she began kicking with her legs, but she was lifted clean off the ground. In des [air, she looked around, but she could see no one. She was pulled away, behind the shack, so that no one in the leaky cauldron could see her. She felt her captor pull out a wand, and say a few lazy words. Immediately, ropes bound her legs, but not her arms. Her captor drew back, and at last she could see him. It was the man. He was grinning, enjoying seeing her writhing on the floor under him. She noticed for the first time I dark scar that crossed his lips. 'Good evening, my dear,' he said, in a deep voice. 'Let me go! Let me go, you stupid creep!' 'I don't think so...' 'What do you want with me?' 'I...' he paused, 'I cannot help but notice your exceptionally beautiful features, my dear, and...' She stopped kicking, and her eyes were wide with fear. She saw him closing in, no time to think...no time to... 'Stupefy!'
The man fell into a small heap beside her. She shut her eyes, and uttered a prayer. When she opened them, she looked up and saw- Draco Malfoy. 'Malfoy!' she snapped. 'What are you doing here.' Immediately, she regretted it. Malfoy had just saved her life. This was no way to thank him. Plus, she noted, curiously. He had changed. There was something...new about him. His hair was gelled back, his eyes were the same color (her mind flashed on him for a minute, but she shook those thoughts away...it was not the time to think of him). And his chin was the same stubborn curve. But there seemed to be something more...compassionate about him. He flinched. 'I'm- I'm sorry,' she whispered. 'Thanks for...um, you know.' 'Yeh, whatever,' Malfoy said, finally opening his eyes, and his tone was nasty again. 'Go back to your room, granger, and stop trying to flirt with old alley cats. Now this guy...' He pointed at the heap on the floor. 'Is my father's colleague. Not a good chap to hang out with.' Mione's lip twisted. 'never thought I'd see the day you criticized anything of papa dearest.' She said, spitefully. He remained calm. 'never thought I'd see the day when scum like this got attracted to you. No compliment. You're still the same old mudblood. Now, fuck off.' 'you fuck off,' she said, rudely. Malfoy bent down, and his face lowered till it was just inches from hers. 'granger,' he said, in a cold whisper. 'You owe me your life. I could just remove the spell on this scum, and give him back to you. You're legs are still tied. There's no escape. True, your hands are free, but any thing down by those small hands of your can't cause any harms. You might just want to listen to me...and fuck off.'he stood up, and raising his wand, removed the ropes from her hands. Then he turned around, and walked off. Mione got to her feet, and dusted her blouse. She looked after the tall, handsome figure striding away in the moonlight. 'Bloody Malfoy,' she muttered.