Crimson Tears
Chapter1
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to ms. Rowling and of the Harry Potter series. The style of how my story is written was also an idea based on the writing style of Dan Brown author of Deception Point, Angels and Demons, and The Da Vinci Code..AN: Thank you for your reviews.Sorry these are short chapters, I write them when bored and spacing out at school.And i have alot going on between getting things ready for prom...my bf's birthday..school..so it's kinda hectic, and i'll try to update as soon as i get a chapter done. Til then..hope you kinda like this! lol...
Draco Malfoy stirred from his sleep slowy, lazily, still lost in his dreamy haze. Stretching out his arms he relunctantly pulled himself out of bed. His warm feet hit the cool, smooth marble of his chamber floor. His eyes opened with a start by the contact of cold to warm. Running long pallid, aristocratic fingers through his hair, he stood up.
He made his way to his bathroom, dropping his silk black, pajama pants to the floor. As he reached to grab a towel, the chiming of a clock rang out in his ears. He turned his head slightly at the peculiararity of the clock chiming after six o'clock. Then again, he didn't know the time, he assumed it to be a little past six, considering that is the time he gets up to get dressed and ready for the day every morning.
Shaking his head, he grabbed the towel, and wrapped it around his waste. He turned around fully to look at the clock that was situated upon his wall across the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he stepped closer towards it to get a better look. 3 o'clock? What the bloody...Why am I awake?
Releasing his towel from his waste, he grabbed his pants from the floor. Frustrated by his wake up at the ungodly hour, he strolled out of his chambers and down the hall towards the kitchens. On his way, he passed his study. A red orange light flickered from its confines through the open space between the bottom of the door and the floor.
He reached for the door handle, walking into the study cautiously. The flames from the fireplace made shadows dance upon the walls.
"Malfoy " He jumped at the call of his name.
"Malfoy...answer me, please!" The voice sounded urgent and desperate. It was feminine, light yet strong and clear. "Oh Merlin! Get me out of here!"
"Whose trying to come in?"
"Malfoy, you prat, you have to let me get through. It's Hermione Granger. Now, hurry!"
Draco walked to the fireplace, grabbing a handful of flon powder, he threw it into the flames, which, by contact of the substance, rapidly turned green, and Hermione clumsily fell through onto the study floor.
"Graceful, Granger, really that was." Hermione got up dusting off the soot from her robes. Draco walked over to the desk and leaned against it, arms and ankles crossed.
"Shut it, Malfoy, I didn't come here to bicker.."
"Why are you here?" Hermione looked up at him, and retrieved something from within her robes. Throwing it down onto the ground, smoke enveloped them both. Before they disappeared she stared him in the eyes intently.
"I need your help." They both fell through into darkness as the purple haze transported them from the Malfoy Manor.