"Draco you have to listen to me I am your father!" Lucius
Malfoy yelled.
"I won't betray her, especially not for the likes of you and
your clan of Death Eaters," Draco said with a hard expression on his face.
Lucius stepped nearer to his son but Draco stood his ground and
kept the same emotionless expression on his face. But Draco was caught off
guard when his father, instead of smacking him across the face, pulled his
wand out and yelled, "Imperio!"
Hermione sat on the bench outside the doors of the castle. Her cloak was wrapped tightly around her and snow fell carelessly across the grounds. She was waiting for Draco who was supposed to take her on another broom ride that night. But it was already past the time she should have been back in the dormitory, yet Draco still hadn't arrived. She waited for five more minutes and then heard the sound of snow crunching under someone's large boots. She stood up and hid behind the bush beside the bench, just in case it was someone other than Draco. But as the person rounded the corner she could see the familiar blonde hair and muscular physique that belonged to Draco. "It's about time," Hermione said in stern silliness. "You are an hour late. What took you so long?" "Nothing," Draco answered simply, as if his answer explained everything. "Are you ready?" "Yes," Hermione said. She climbed on behind Draco and held onto him tight. For awhile they flew in silence until Hermione decided to bring up some kind of topic to discuss. "Andromeda, the baby unicorn you gave me, is wonderful," Hermione said. "I read the whole handbook and it is going to be so much fun to raise her." "That's great," Draco answered listlessly. "So how was the rest of your Christmas vacation?" Hermione asked. "I didn't see you at all after Christmas Day." "I went home," Draco said. "Father." "Oh, right, well that explains it," Hermione said. "Explains what?" Draco said a little defensiveness in his voice. "Why you are acting like you are tonight, quite and why you were late," she said. "Oh so everything is my father's fault is it? Well if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have had to go home again over Christmas. But then you came along and destroyed me!" Draco yelled. "What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, confused. Draco shook his head and swooped down to the ground. He jumped off the broom and Hermione followed his lead. He began to walk away but Hermione grabbed the sleeve of his robe. "Leave me alone," Draco said, but made no attempt to move. "What did your father do, Draco," Hermione asked with a confused and worried look on her face. "What happened?" "What makes you think anything even happened," Draco asked. "I just decided I was wrong about you and about needing friends. All you are is a Mudblood, a filthy insufferable Mudblood." "Draco I know something happened to you!" Hermione yelled. "Something did Granger," Draco said. "I realized my mistake." "Draco just because my family is not magical doesn't mean my blood is dirty, all it means is I got lucky!" Hermione yelled. "I was the lucky one who got picked to be special! And furthermore your "leader" Voldemort, he wasn't all pure either! He must be very contradictory seeing as by his standards you are worthless if you are not a pureblood. Then he is worthless and he cannot say otherwise unless he feels like making a fool out of himself. So then, Draco, who is the particularly sane one here, me or you?" 'Draco, bring her to me,' came a voice in Draco head. 'No I won't, it is bad enough I am doing this to her,' Draco replied. 'Don't try to fight the spell, do it, NOW!' Draco lunged at Hermione full force knocking her down into the snow. Hermione struggled and screamed for him to get off but he already had his scarf bound around her wrists and was dragging her to the broom. He flew past the end of the Forbidden Forrest and, giving Hermione a last look of sympathy, apparated.
"Hermione, what is the last ingredient in a Worryless Potion?" Ron asked. "Ron, Hermione left awhile ago," Harry said tensely. "What?" Ron asked. "When?" "Over an hour and a half ago," Harry said. "Maybe we should go look for her?" "Is she with Shane?" Ron asked. "Is who with Shane?" Shane asked, appearing beside them. "Hermione, have you seen her?" Harry asked. "No, not since dinner," Shane said. "Is she missing?" "Not really, we just haven't seen her," Ron said. "You looking for Hermione?" Seamus Finnigan asked. "Have you seen her?" Shane asked. Seamus smirked. "I saw her out the window, riding on a broom with someone, couldn't tell who it was, but they rode down by the edge of the forest." "Who would she have been out with at this time of night?" Ron asked quizzically. "I'll be right back," Harry said and ran up to the boy's dormitory. He soon returned with the Marauder's Map. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he said. Soon the whole view of Hogwarts and its occupants came into view. Filch snooping around the halls, Snape rattling through a cupboard and some Slytherins in the dungeon corridor. Nowhere though, on the map did it say neither "Hermione Granger" nor "Draco Malfoy". "Harry," Ron said Ron in a low rough voice. "Go get the cloak."
Hermione refused to open her eyes. Maybe if she kept them shut she wouldn't remember what had happened. But memories flooded back. Draco, the broom ride, his anger. She had to open her eyes, only to see where she was. But when she did it was completely unexpected. She was in a bed with green sheets. It looked like it was underwater somewhere. Somehow, though she did not know how, she knew she was still in Hogwarts. "The Slytherin house," Hermione said softly to herself. Memories, recognition came in such a rush she had to hold her head in her hand. She knew what happened after Draco's anger. But was everything real, or just bits and pieces of a dream? At that moment, Draco walked in. "Up?" he asked. "What does it look like?" Hermione asked. "You remember don't you?" Draco said. "Yes, I do," she replied. "But it doesn't make sense." "And you think it should?" he asked. "No, I guess not," Hermione replied. With that much said Draco walked over to Hermione and kissed her on the forehead. "I was forced," Draco said. "I never meant to hurt you like that." "But everything will be okay now right?" Hermione asked, wiping the silent tears streaming down her face away. "I mean they are gone now. They can't hurt anyone anymore." Draco didn't reply just sat beside Hermione and stared at the wall. "I guess we ought to go tell Dumbledore," he said a good ten minutes later. "Yeah," Hermione said. Offering a hand to her, Draco walked away to proclaim the justice won.
"Professor please!" Harry pleaded. "Are you sure she is missing?" Dumbledore asked. "Bloody hell yes! Malfoy took her, no doubt straight to Voldemort!" Ron raged. "Looking for me," a small voice from the door asked. Harry, Ron, and Shane whipped around to look at a weak but perfectly alive Hermione. Next to her Draco stood with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth. As the three boys rushed to Hermione with embrace Dumbledore pulled Draco aside. "Come Draco, let them talk," Dumbledore said. "We can talk ourselves also." "Yes sir," Draco said. The two walked away to a corner of the room and began to converse. Hermione was sitting on the large couch with Harry, Ron, and Shane. "Harry," Hermione said seriously, "he's gone."
A/N: I know this chapter is horribly confusing but the next chapter will be up soon and it will explain everything.
Hermione sat on the bench outside the doors of the castle. Her cloak was wrapped tightly around her and snow fell carelessly across the grounds. She was waiting for Draco who was supposed to take her on another broom ride that night. But it was already past the time she should have been back in the dormitory, yet Draco still hadn't arrived. She waited for five more minutes and then heard the sound of snow crunching under someone's large boots. She stood up and hid behind the bush beside the bench, just in case it was someone other than Draco. But as the person rounded the corner she could see the familiar blonde hair and muscular physique that belonged to Draco. "It's about time," Hermione said in stern silliness. "You are an hour late. What took you so long?" "Nothing," Draco answered simply, as if his answer explained everything. "Are you ready?" "Yes," Hermione said. She climbed on behind Draco and held onto him tight. For awhile they flew in silence until Hermione decided to bring up some kind of topic to discuss. "Andromeda, the baby unicorn you gave me, is wonderful," Hermione said. "I read the whole handbook and it is going to be so much fun to raise her." "That's great," Draco answered listlessly. "So how was the rest of your Christmas vacation?" Hermione asked. "I didn't see you at all after Christmas Day." "I went home," Draco said. "Father." "Oh, right, well that explains it," Hermione said. "Explains what?" Draco said a little defensiveness in his voice. "Why you are acting like you are tonight, quite and why you were late," she said. "Oh so everything is my father's fault is it? Well if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have had to go home again over Christmas. But then you came along and destroyed me!" Draco yelled. "What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, confused. Draco shook his head and swooped down to the ground. He jumped off the broom and Hermione followed his lead. He began to walk away but Hermione grabbed the sleeve of his robe. "Leave me alone," Draco said, but made no attempt to move. "What did your father do, Draco," Hermione asked with a confused and worried look on her face. "What happened?" "What makes you think anything even happened," Draco asked. "I just decided I was wrong about you and about needing friends. All you are is a Mudblood, a filthy insufferable Mudblood." "Draco I know something happened to you!" Hermione yelled. "Something did Granger," Draco said. "I realized my mistake." "Draco just because my family is not magical doesn't mean my blood is dirty, all it means is I got lucky!" Hermione yelled. "I was the lucky one who got picked to be special! And furthermore your "leader" Voldemort, he wasn't all pure either! He must be very contradictory seeing as by his standards you are worthless if you are not a pureblood. Then he is worthless and he cannot say otherwise unless he feels like making a fool out of himself. So then, Draco, who is the particularly sane one here, me or you?" 'Draco, bring her to me,' came a voice in Draco head. 'No I won't, it is bad enough I am doing this to her,' Draco replied. 'Don't try to fight the spell, do it, NOW!' Draco lunged at Hermione full force knocking her down into the snow. Hermione struggled and screamed for him to get off but he already had his scarf bound around her wrists and was dragging her to the broom. He flew past the end of the Forbidden Forrest and, giving Hermione a last look of sympathy, apparated.
"Hermione, what is the last ingredient in a Worryless Potion?" Ron asked. "Ron, Hermione left awhile ago," Harry said tensely. "What?" Ron asked. "When?" "Over an hour and a half ago," Harry said. "Maybe we should go look for her?" "Is she with Shane?" Ron asked. "Is who with Shane?" Shane asked, appearing beside them. "Hermione, have you seen her?" Harry asked. "No, not since dinner," Shane said. "Is she missing?" "Not really, we just haven't seen her," Ron said. "You looking for Hermione?" Seamus Finnigan asked. "Have you seen her?" Shane asked. Seamus smirked. "I saw her out the window, riding on a broom with someone, couldn't tell who it was, but they rode down by the edge of the forest." "Who would she have been out with at this time of night?" Ron asked quizzically. "I'll be right back," Harry said and ran up to the boy's dormitory. He soon returned with the Marauder's Map. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he said. Soon the whole view of Hogwarts and its occupants came into view. Filch snooping around the halls, Snape rattling through a cupboard and some Slytherins in the dungeon corridor. Nowhere though, on the map did it say neither "Hermione Granger" nor "Draco Malfoy". "Harry," Ron said Ron in a low rough voice. "Go get the cloak."
Hermione refused to open her eyes. Maybe if she kept them shut she wouldn't remember what had happened. But memories flooded back. Draco, the broom ride, his anger. She had to open her eyes, only to see where she was. But when she did it was completely unexpected. She was in a bed with green sheets. It looked like it was underwater somewhere. Somehow, though she did not know how, she knew she was still in Hogwarts. "The Slytherin house," Hermione said softly to herself. Memories, recognition came in such a rush she had to hold her head in her hand. She knew what happened after Draco's anger. But was everything real, or just bits and pieces of a dream? At that moment, Draco walked in. "Up?" he asked. "What does it look like?" Hermione asked. "You remember don't you?" Draco said. "Yes, I do," she replied. "But it doesn't make sense." "And you think it should?" he asked. "No, I guess not," Hermione replied. With that much said Draco walked over to Hermione and kissed her on the forehead. "I was forced," Draco said. "I never meant to hurt you like that." "But everything will be okay now right?" Hermione asked, wiping the silent tears streaming down her face away. "I mean they are gone now. They can't hurt anyone anymore." Draco didn't reply just sat beside Hermione and stared at the wall. "I guess we ought to go tell Dumbledore," he said a good ten minutes later. "Yeah," Hermione said. Offering a hand to her, Draco walked away to proclaim the justice won.
"Professor please!" Harry pleaded. "Are you sure she is missing?" Dumbledore asked. "Bloody hell yes! Malfoy took her, no doubt straight to Voldemort!" Ron raged. "Looking for me," a small voice from the door asked. Harry, Ron, and Shane whipped around to look at a weak but perfectly alive Hermione. Next to her Draco stood with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth. As the three boys rushed to Hermione with embrace Dumbledore pulled Draco aside. "Come Draco, let them talk," Dumbledore said. "We can talk ourselves also." "Yes sir," Draco said. The two walked away to a corner of the room and began to converse. Hermione was sitting on the large couch with Harry, Ron, and Shane. "Harry," Hermione said seriously, "he's gone."
A/N: I know this chapter is horribly confusing but the next chapter will be up soon and it will explain everything.
