Angels Losing Their Innocence
Hermionie strolled easily in the moonlight near Hogwart's lake. She stared at the stars and hugged her black cloak tighter around herself. It was fall in her seventh year at Hogwart's and she had taken a break from her studies to get some fresh air.
She moved easily over the wet grass, remembering it had rained lightly that morning. Harry and Ron had mentioned this to her in the library a few hours before. She liked this little path she had made for herself in the past few nights. It was calming and relaxing by the water especially at night. She grinned at the silent darkness and felt so very unlimited.
There was a little rustling near the trees and she cautiously looked over her shoulder. Nothing. She walked a few more steps and whatever made the noise seemed to be coming closer. She stopped and spun around.
"Who's there?" She stammered and pulled her cloak tighter around her reaching for her wand in the pocket.
Even before she could brush the wand with her fingertips someone was screaming a curse at her. She immediately fell to the ground. She couldn't hear anything, or see anything, or even feel anything she just blacked out.
Draco walked noiselessly around the lake. It was near midnight but this didn't matter he had been bored and alone and decided to take a walk. He ran his fingers through his silver blonde hair and stared into the lake at the stars it gorgeously reflected.
Quite abruptly he heard yelling. It was faint but didn't seem too distant. A tall blonde male stood over a large lumpy blanket yelling at something in the forest. He stepped closer and recognized the man as his own father. Draco watched in disbelief. Why was his father at Hogwart's? Surely not just to give him a good lecture or even a beating?
All of a sudden an arrow came from out of the trees and hit his father square in the chest. Draco stumbled a few steps then ran to his father's side. Not that he cared much about his father's well being, but more importantly he wanted to see his executioner, he was after all curious and stunned.
When he reached a point near to his father a large male centaur galloped out of the forest. Then realizing Draco stood before him the centaur pointed the arrow at his heart. He stopped dead and raised both hands in the air showing the centaur he was of no threat.
"Who are you?" He asked not taking his guard down for a moment.
"Draco Malfoy," He was smart enough to know not to mess with a fully grown centaur. "What happened?"
"You had nothing to do with this?" he asked slowly letting his bow down.
"No, I'm not entirely sure I know what you're talking about." he answered truthfully because the centaur didn't mean his father and he knew it.
"This man raped the girl," the centaur said solemnly indicating the large lumpy blanket.
Draco looked at it and saw a pale arm sticking out. He wasn't very surprised; he knew full well what his father was capable of. His head turned back to the centaur.
"Is she dead?" He asked putting his hands down.
"Not yet," he said turning around "She isn't any business of mine any more. You can help her now."
Before he had a chance to protest the centaur had vanished. He heard a groan and turned to his father who was coughing blood. The arrow skewered through his cold heart.
"Son," he whispered.
Draco squatted to his side listening intently. Lucius coughed again and looked at him with slowly fading eyes.
"Yes, father?"
"Dispose of the girl, to keep the family name, and send me to my master." he muttered painfully. He gave his son no goodbyes, sorrys, or I love yous but that was how it had always been, did he expect more at his fathers death?
Draco nodded his head and Lucius' eyes rolled back inside his skull. He fully intended to do as his father had said, that was how he was taught all his life. He pulled out his wand and muttered a spell to send Lucius back to Voldimort. He went with a quite pop and Draco turned his attention to the arm under the blanket.
He hesitated then reached his arm over the blood stained white sheets. He grabbed the end of them and pulled them back, what he saw made his mouth fly open and his eyes bulge. Hermionie Granger! She was unconscious with a painful look on her face. His throat suddenly went dry as he realized her torso was completely naked under the sheets.
He clutched his wand tight in his hand. He couldn't kill her, he wasn't his father and would never be. He also couldn't very well leave her here to die, event though she was one of his worst enemies. They would surely find out that it was his father and thus link it to him, after all he was out of his bed after hours with no witnesses.
He stared at her for a long time, thinking of what to do. He had to admit she did look pretty as the moonlight touched her delicate skin. He quickly erased these thoughts from his mind and turned instead to the problem at hand in after all this was-know-it all Mudblood Granger.
He could take her somewhere and hide her, but where? He couldn't go to his home that would be the first place they would look when they found out his father was dead. He could travel into Hogsmeade and rent a room for a while, whilst he figured this whole thing out.
He bent down and lifted her lifeless body into his arm. She was very light, he didn't even need a lightening charm. He started his long hopeless walk with her in his arms.
It had taken him two hours just to get to Hogsmeade. He headed up to the Hog's Head, he figured this to be a good place to hide. He knew that they had a spare room upstairs reserved for very high paying customers to do whatever they wish in. He was very lucky he had grabbed a robe with a substantial amount of money in it. He propped Hermionie up against a wall of the building and walked in the pub.
"I need the room upstairs for at least a week," he said hastily throwing a good amount of money on the counter after making sure it was just him and the bartender.
He smiled greedily and picked the money up. "She's all yours."
"I'll give you extra if you ignore what...um...baggage I bring in." He said putting a few more coins on the table.
"I must fill out some paper work," he said and took the coins then left through an adjacent door looking back he said, "Its just that one on the left boy."
Draco hurried outside and picked up the girl. He went as fast as he could through the empty bar and took the stairs two by two to the small room.
It was indeed small. There was a couch near the wall and a chair beside it. There was another door that was open he saw that led to the bedroom and another to the bath. The floors were wooden and the walls were a beige yellow. It had one small window near the couch but the drapes had been closed tightly.
He laid her on the couch and decided to cast a charm to confine her there in case she woke up. This was to much for him to take. He had taken a prisoner and wasn't sure what to do next. He stared at the blood stained sheets and realized she must be hurt. But how badly?
He inched closer toward the dank and dusty blue couch. Without thinking he reached out a shaky hand toward her. His hand stopped abruptly at the barrier he had made and his hand quickly jerked back. What was he going to do? He had a dying muggle born under his eyes and was nauseated at finding himself wanting to help her. Draco swallowed hard trying furiously to think of an explanation for any of this.
He paced the floor in front of her. He could just stop the bleeding, he thought, then go to bed and if she was dead in the morning he would toss her in a river and make up some believable excuse. He countered the barrier and kneeled beside her limp body. He placed his hand underneath her head and raised it a little. He could feel the hot liquid trickle down his fingers and move into the tiny creases of his hand.
He preformed a simple first aid spell on her head and another evident wound on her shoulder. He didn't dare look for any more below that. He told himself that this was because she was a dirty mudblood and she was not to be touched but he knew she had been through enough without his hands on her. He quickly replaced the barrier and collapsed onto the bed in the next room.
Hermionie strolled easily in the moonlight near Hogwart's lake. She stared at the stars and hugged her black cloak tighter around herself. It was fall in her seventh year at Hogwart's and she had taken a break from her studies to get some fresh air.
She moved easily over the wet grass, remembering it had rained lightly that morning. Harry and Ron had mentioned this to her in the library a few hours before. She liked this little path she had made for herself in the past few nights. It was calming and relaxing by the water especially at night. She grinned at the silent darkness and felt so very unlimited.
There was a little rustling near the trees and she cautiously looked over her shoulder. Nothing. She walked a few more steps and whatever made the noise seemed to be coming closer. She stopped and spun around.
"Who's there?" She stammered and pulled her cloak tighter around her reaching for her wand in the pocket.
Even before she could brush the wand with her fingertips someone was screaming a curse at her. She immediately fell to the ground. She couldn't hear anything, or see anything, or even feel anything she just blacked out.
Draco walked noiselessly around the lake. It was near midnight but this didn't matter he had been bored and alone and decided to take a walk. He ran his fingers through his silver blonde hair and stared into the lake at the stars it gorgeously reflected.
Quite abruptly he heard yelling. It was faint but didn't seem too distant. A tall blonde male stood over a large lumpy blanket yelling at something in the forest. He stepped closer and recognized the man as his own father. Draco watched in disbelief. Why was his father at Hogwart's? Surely not just to give him a good lecture or even a beating?
All of a sudden an arrow came from out of the trees and hit his father square in the chest. Draco stumbled a few steps then ran to his father's side. Not that he cared much about his father's well being, but more importantly he wanted to see his executioner, he was after all curious and stunned.
When he reached a point near to his father a large male centaur galloped out of the forest. Then realizing Draco stood before him the centaur pointed the arrow at his heart. He stopped dead and raised both hands in the air showing the centaur he was of no threat.
"Who are you?" He asked not taking his guard down for a moment.
"Draco Malfoy," He was smart enough to know not to mess with a fully grown centaur. "What happened?"
"You had nothing to do with this?" he asked slowly letting his bow down.
"No, I'm not entirely sure I know what you're talking about." he answered truthfully because the centaur didn't mean his father and he knew it.
"This man raped the girl," the centaur said solemnly indicating the large lumpy blanket.
Draco looked at it and saw a pale arm sticking out. He wasn't very surprised; he knew full well what his father was capable of. His head turned back to the centaur.
"Is she dead?" He asked putting his hands down.
"Not yet," he said turning around "She isn't any business of mine any more. You can help her now."
Before he had a chance to protest the centaur had vanished. He heard a groan and turned to his father who was coughing blood. The arrow skewered through his cold heart.
"Son," he whispered.
Draco squatted to his side listening intently. Lucius coughed again and looked at him with slowly fading eyes.
"Yes, father?"
"Dispose of the girl, to keep the family name, and send me to my master." he muttered painfully. He gave his son no goodbyes, sorrys, or I love yous but that was how it had always been, did he expect more at his fathers death?
Draco nodded his head and Lucius' eyes rolled back inside his skull. He fully intended to do as his father had said, that was how he was taught all his life. He pulled out his wand and muttered a spell to send Lucius back to Voldimort. He went with a quite pop and Draco turned his attention to the arm under the blanket.
He hesitated then reached his arm over the blood stained white sheets. He grabbed the end of them and pulled them back, what he saw made his mouth fly open and his eyes bulge. Hermionie Granger! She was unconscious with a painful look on her face. His throat suddenly went dry as he realized her torso was completely naked under the sheets.
He clutched his wand tight in his hand. He couldn't kill her, he wasn't his father and would never be. He also couldn't very well leave her here to die, event though she was one of his worst enemies. They would surely find out that it was his father and thus link it to him, after all he was out of his bed after hours with no witnesses.
He stared at her for a long time, thinking of what to do. He had to admit she did look pretty as the moonlight touched her delicate skin. He quickly erased these thoughts from his mind and turned instead to the problem at hand in after all this was-know-it all Mudblood Granger.
He could take her somewhere and hide her, but where? He couldn't go to his home that would be the first place they would look when they found out his father was dead. He could travel into Hogsmeade and rent a room for a while, whilst he figured this whole thing out.
He bent down and lifted her lifeless body into his arm. She was very light, he didn't even need a lightening charm. He started his long hopeless walk with her in his arms.
It had taken him two hours just to get to Hogsmeade. He headed up to the Hog's Head, he figured this to be a good place to hide. He knew that they had a spare room upstairs reserved for very high paying customers to do whatever they wish in. He was very lucky he had grabbed a robe with a substantial amount of money in it. He propped Hermionie up against a wall of the building and walked in the pub.
"I need the room upstairs for at least a week," he said hastily throwing a good amount of money on the counter after making sure it was just him and the bartender.
He smiled greedily and picked the money up. "She's all yours."
"I'll give you extra if you ignore what...um...baggage I bring in." He said putting a few more coins on the table.
"I must fill out some paper work," he said and took the coins then left through an adjacent door looking back he said, "Its just that one on the left boy."
Draco hurried outside and picked up the girl. He went as fast as he could through the empty bar and took the stairs two by two to the small room.
It was indeed small. There was a couch near the wall and a chair beside it. There was another door that was open he saw that led to the bedroom and another to the bath. The floors were wooden and the walls were a beige yellow. It had one small window near the couch but the drapes had been closed tightly.
He laid her on the couch and decided to cast a charm to confine her there in case she woke up. This was to much for him to take. He had taken a prisoner and wasn't sure what to do next. He stared at the blood stained sheets and realized she must be hurt. But how badly?
He inched closer toward the dank and dusty blue couch. Without thinking he reached out a shaky hand toward her. His hand stopped abruptly at the barrier he had made and his hand quickly jerked back. What was he going to do? He had a dying muggle born under his eyes and was nauseated at finding himself wanting to help her. Draco swallowed hard trying furiously to think of an explanation for any of this.
He paced the floor in front of her. He could just stop the bleeding, he thought, then go to bed and if she was dead in the morning he would toss her in a river and make up some believable excuse. He countered the barrier and kneeled beside her limp body. He placed his hand underneath her head and raised it a little. He could feel the hot liquid trickle down his fingers and move into the tiny creases of his hand.
He preformed a simple first aid spell on her head and another evident wound on her shoulder. He didn't dare look for any more below that. He told himself that this was because she was a dirty mudblood and she was not to be touched but he knew she had been through enough without his hands on her. He quickly replaced the barrier and collapsed onto the bed in the next room.