Be My Valentine
Chapter 1: My Bloody Valentine
By Darxo
A silent tear trickled down his cheek. It was unusual for a Slytherin like Thomas Muskett to cry over a Gryffindor muggle-born, she was also the same girl who broke his heart back in third year….
It was 14th February; Valentines Day, and he had finally mustered enough courage go and ask her to be his valentine. He went to the library, when he saw her. She was sitting reading a book. He could only see the back of her head but he knew how beautiful she was, the way her gorgeous-brown locks fell down her back and the way her head moved slightly when she started a new line. Now was the time to ask her and give her his handmade card.
"H-hello" he greeted nervously,
"What!" she gasped in surprise
"I-I'm sorry it's just… I was wondering ….would you like to be my valentine?" and he held out the card to her. Her eyes flashed down to the pink decorated cover and back up to him.
"Oh…" she gasped, "well you see...ere.. I'm not ready to be thinking about boys right now….sorry."
"Oh..."
And that was when his heart shattered and he walked away, tears trickling down his cheeks, out of that library with a mixture of emotions. Pain, confusion... and rage.
"How could she do that to me!" he cried punching the wall, not realising how hard until he noticed the blood covering his knuckles. He used a spell to clean them up and then went outside for a walk.
He decided to take a stroll down by the lake. It was quite around this time and the peace allowed him to think. He ambled around a corner when he saw her. She was seated on a flat rock overlooking the lake… with a BOY. He watched as the boy's body leaned towards hers, their forms merely silhouettes in the dying sun as they became locked in a kiss.
The giant octopus that occupied the lake chose that moment to make itself known, its long swirls of tentacle blacking out of the sun, and allowing him to identify the other half of the embrace.
Harry Potter.
Fury boiled up inside of him, drowning his gaze with a thick fog of red as he watched them.
'How can she turn me down and say that she was not old enough and here she is kissing Potter!'
He walked away with a broken heart once again, but this time with a firm resolve to make the passionate couple behind him pay. He smirked as a plan concocted itself in his mind.
"I will have my revenge."
"Hermione. Meet me at the lake at 8:30. Harry." Hermione read aloud within the boundaries of the girls' dormitories.
'Why would Harry want to meet me now?' Hermione wondered. They had departed just half and hour ago, after agreeing that the equally large mounds of homework in their dormitories were in desperate need of attention.
She glanced at her watch; 8:00; she had 20 minutes before she'd need to start for the lake. She decided that she wasn't going to be allowed the time to attend to her growing pile of homework tonight, so she used the time to begin her assigned essay on grugolls.
Grugolls are very rare and enchanted creatures. Although very beautiful, grugolls can be extremely hostile and dangerous, and may not be approached without the necessary precautions.
The grugoll prefers dark places, and is usually found in forests or areas surrounded by trees. It has a very acute sense of smell, and may change its form at will to hide from threats, although the object or creature must be within eyeshot for it to transform. Once the assumed threat enters the grugolls surrounding area it will spurt an extremely lethal and poisonous acid from its body, and then devour the unfortunate victim's burnt and melted corpse….
Hermione stopped to flex her now aching wrist, and glanced at her watch.
"8:25 I'll be late!" she grabbed her cloak and ran the way to the lake, manoeuvring through groups of startled students on her way.
Cool crisp air greeted her as she left the castle. She paused to savour the fresh night, before hastily making her way to the lake. She saw him sitting down and looking at the hypnotic motion of the swirls of tentacle brake through the surface and dance in the air before recoiling into the dark depths of the lake once more.
"Hey, sorry I'm late" she said coming behind him. "So, what do you want?" she asked, taking her seat besides him on the rock. She gazed at the moon's reflection on the rippling water, when she felt a hand gently clasp her shoulder. She turned her head, when his lips caught hers in a deep and loving kiss. She hesitated before returning the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with his thick black tresses.
When they broke apart, she was gasping for air. She noticed Harry's hand delve into his robe, before pulling out a delicate gold bracelet. He fastened it around her slender wrist, the cool metal tickling her skin. She inspected the jewellery around her wrist in awe, when his hand touched the bottom of her chin and pulled her head up to face him. She looked back at his wondrous green orbs, drowning in their beauty.
"Will you be my girlfriend," he whispered. She watched his lips form the words and smiled, bringing her eyes back up to meet his.
"Of course I will." she replied, leaning in for another kiss.
In the Great Hall the next day, Dumbledore made a speech.
"I would like to announce the Valentine ball," he paused and awaited silence, until the excited murmurings had died down. "The ball is for fifth years and upwards, there will also be a talent show for fourth years and under, now let the feast begin!" The Hall was immediately filled with cheered, and the tables were filled with mountains of food.
Ron typically began stuffing his face with several sandwiches, while Hermione discussed their attire with Harry, who paid her his full attention although it was obvious he couldn't care less. Boys will be boys, she thought. They made their arrangements on where they would meet and of the upcoming trip to Hogsmeade.
Thomas watched in disgust from the Slytherin table.
"Hey Tom, who are you going to ask to take to the ball?" Draco Malfoy cut through his thoughts.
"Oh…ere…I don't know yet." Thomas replied hastily. "Who are you taking?"
"Well I'm sick of Pansy so I'm going to take Danielle fowler." Draco explained, with a smirk on his face. Thomas couldn't care less. Draco and his two cronies; Crabbe and Goyle, soon departed and went about terrorizing the other students. Thomas looked over at the Gryffindor table, frowning as he saw Hermione hug Harry before the two left hand in hand through the doors of the Great Hall.
"You will pay," he vowed silently, before leaving the table to join Draco. The food was left untouched.
It was the night of the Valentine ball, and Hermione and Ginny were helping each other getting ready. Ginny was going with Jason Ligwit from Ravenclaw. Hermione reappeared from the girls' dormitory, swirling and allowing Ginny to admire her clothing. A pink, sleeveless dress with glittery pink hangings adorned her body. Her hair was tied back in a plaited bun, several diamond studded hair clips decorating her hair. She stopped and smiled as Ginny gave her a slight applause, and inspected her friend's clothing. Ginny was wearing a midnight blue dress witch hung of her shoulders. She had used a spell to make her hair curly, and it fell gracefully to her shoulders.
They exited their dormitory to find Jason waiting for Ginny at the bottom of the stairs. He'd obviously lost patience when waiting, and had fallen down the now sloped stairs when trying to enter.
"Well see you Hermione!" Ginny waved to her friend, taking Jason's hand and departing through the Gryffindor portrait. Hermione waved and returned to her dormitory to touch up her makeup before meeting with Harry outside the Great Hall.
When she arrived their appointed meeting place, Harry was no where to be seen. She brushed off her worry, and went inside to sit with Ron and Lavender.
"Hey Ron, where's Harry?" she asked sitting down, masking the worry from her voice.
"I don't know. Last time I saw him was in the common room and he left before me." Ron explained. Lavender was obviously irritated and left in a huff to the dance floor, joining hands with the boy who'd been eyeing her. Ron paid her an annoyed look, before shrugging his shoulders.
"Ron I'm going to find Harry, you'll be okay here?" she didn't wait for his answer and left through the huge doors to begin her search for Harry.
'Were is he?' she wondered to herself after returning to the dormitories to find them empty. She continued her search in the corridors. She turned a corner to find a corridor she'd never seen before. The candles had been doused and there were no windows... or even portraits on the walls. She pulled her wand out from the strap around her leg, which she'd hidden beneath her dress. After the last few years she was sensible enough to know to carry it around with her at all times.
"Lumos," she whispered, watching the darkness recoil from the glowing ball of light growing from the tip of her wand.
She'd been walking down the seemingly endless corridor when a huddled form on the floor caught her eye. She screamed as she approached it.
There right in front of her, was a body. A horrendously large nail was impaling his chest and into the floor beneath his body.
It was Harry.
She crumpled to the floor besides his body, tears splattering his horror struck face as she hugged his head to her chest. Her wand fell from her hand, the glowing tip lighting up the wall opposite, the blood painted words glaring at her.
BE MY VALENTINE
She grabbed her mouth to muffle the scream that tore from her throat. She looked back at the cradled head in her arms, leaning down to kiss his lifeless lips.
Thomas slammed the shut door shut behind him as he entered the prefects' bathroom. Blood smeared the handle, and he looked down at his bloodied hands. With a sick rush the enormity and horror of what he had just done flooded his system. His legs gave way and he fell to the tiled floor, a hysteria of sobs wracking his body.
The news of the schools loss hit the school hard. The Great Hall was filled with anguished tears and sobs, but none was affected more than Ron and Hermione.
A tear rolled down Ron's cheek, he made a swipe for it when felt a hand on his shoulder. He raised his head to see Hermione, her cheeks wet and red, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She forced a smile which misshaped her lips unnaturally as it contrasted with the turmoil shown in her eyes.
"You know, you can cry if you want" she said, her voice quiet. Tears began to once more spill from her eyes.
"There is a killer in this school" Ron said, his fists clenching in pent up fury. Hermione turned and ran from the Hall, hands covering her eyes as she tried to stop the flow of tears. Ron got up and followed her.
"Hermione!" he called but she didn't stop. "HERMIONE!" She stopped, her back to him. Ron ran up to her side when Hermione turned suddenly, her arms wrapping around him as she wept on his shoulder.
"Who… c-could d-do s-such a th-thing" she said between sobs.
"I don't know," he said, rubbing her back reassuringly. "But we will find out, don't worry."
Thomas walked into the Slytherin common room, stress and worry etched onto his features, and evident in his pace. Thoughts raced through his mind. 'What if Dumbledore finds out? I might get sent to Azkaban!'
Draco Malfoy chose that instance to enter the common room, finding Thomas sprawled out on the sofa, head in his hands.
"I don't want to go to Azkaban, I don't want to go…" he was mumbling.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco asked contemptibly.
"Huh? Oh …ere ….I got to go" Draco gave him a cold calculating look, but Thomas ignored his steely gaze and hastily left the room. Draco looked after him, arching a brow.
"Always thought he was nuts…" He sat down on a big leather arm chair. A smirk crept onto his face.
"Ha! The great almighty Potter is dead! It's about time, he was really getting on my nerves." His smirk grew.
"I can't wait to see the mud-blood's face."
Hermione was sitting on her bed in the girls' dormitory, tears forming thin trails down her cheeks.
"Hermione?" Lavender had obviously just entered.
"Get Out." she mumbled. She didn't require anyone's pity.
"But Hermione, I… I brought you some food." Lavender replied, edging closer to give Hermione the tray of food. Hermione sighed.
"Please… just leave me alone."
"But Hermione-"
"GET OUT!" she screeched. Lavender flinched and shot from the room. Hermione sighed and watched her departure.
"I wish you were here Harry."
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Thomas berated himself as he entered the library. "Now Draco's going to suspect something" he began banging his head against a bookcase. His head turned to look at an empty table. 'That's when it happened, that's were all this was caused.' He walked over to the table and a frowned as he read the engraved lettering marking the shiny surface.
I
LOVE
RON
By Hermione Granger-2000
"So that's why she turned me down three years ago, she fancied Weasley!" The familiar red fog seeped in and clouded his vision. Blood began to pound in his temples. Before he knew what he was doing, he conjured a knife and slashed at the words. 'Well, I will sort that out.' he thought, turning and marching out of the library, knife clutched in his hand.
Ron walked aimlessly down the corridors, thoughts of Harry plaguing his mind. A head of dark chestnut hair caught his eye. Thomas Muskett, from Slytherin was marching towards him, his eyes were murderous and his face flushed in fury. Something glinted just below his field of vision. He looked down and his eyes caught the knife. He yelped and spun around, sprinting back down the corridor. He heard feet slapping the floor behind him as Thomas gained.
A sharp pain in his shoulder blade stopped him in his tracks. His vision deteriorated into blackness, and he hit the floor.
Ron groaned and forced open his eyes. His shoulder felt frozen and numb. He raised his arm, the mere action causing his vision to swim. He reached behind his head, checking for injuries when he felt something sticky drench his fingers. He shakily brought back his hand in front of his eyes, his breathing becoming hysteric as he saw the crimson liquid covering his hand. He pulled himself up off the floor, too quick. He fell back down with a thump, his vision blacking out for a moment.
He suddenly became aware of the distinct gentle thud of footsteps ascending on him from behind. A shadow fell upon his form and he looked up to find the enraged face of Thomas Muskett above him. He tried to speak but the only sound that escaped his throat was a strained moan. Suddenly Thomas sent a kick to his side. Ron tried to scream but the breath was knocked out of him. Another foot was sent to his back, and yet another to his shoulder, the pain there intense. Ron found he could do nothing but take the ongoing agony, relieved when everything went black.
Hermione found herself unable to stop the images of Harry's dead body flashing in her mind. She'd not slept a wink last night; the nightmares she knew would come were too unbearable to witness. Dumbledore had suggested she take the next few weeks off, but Hermione had insisted saying that she just wanted everything to return to normal. Of course, it was extremely difficult when the smirking face of Draco Malfoy appeared in front of her.
"So Mud-blood, I guess it's just you and Weasel seen as though Potty's dead." Crabbe and Goyle guffawed from either side of him. "I also heard that you and Potty were in love, ohhhhhh!" and with that he walked away to join his fellow slytherins, who were snickering outside their potions class. A tear slid silently down Hermione's cheek, but she soon wiped it away, 'I won't give Malfoy the satisfaction'
Thomas stumbled back from the bloody heap on the floor. He'd dragged the body from the corridor, and was now locked in some old potions class somewhere.
"Oh my god…" he whispered, not believing what he had just done. He looked down at his body to find he was drenched with blood. Sudden giggling from outside caught his attention.
"Hey I've never seen this class before!" one of them said. "Come on! Lets go in!" The door knob started to turn. Thomas looked around the floor franticly, spotting a broken chair away from him, one of the legs had been broken off and now lay on the floor. He grabbed it and ran behind the door as it opened, raising it behind his head and preparing to strike.
The door opened, and a girl with amber hair gingerly walked into the room. Thomas lashed out with the wooden chair leg, smashing it into her skull. The girl immediately dropped to the floor and fell over the dead body of Weasly.
Another scream broke through the silence. He swirled round and caught the retreating girl by her arm, pulling her back and muffling her screams with his hand.
"Shut up!" he snarled, dragging her flailing body back into the classroom. He threw her to the floor, and slammed the door shut behind them. The girl screamed as she saw the two dead bodies besides her. Thomas snapped and brought the chair leg down on her head over and over.
"SHUT UP!" he yelled when she continued to scream, smacking her harder and harder over her head. He continued to beat her, until he stopped, exhausted, and looked at the now silent and bloodied pulp below him. He heard a moan from behind him, and realised that the amber haired girl wasn't dead after all.
He bent down and calmly picked up the knife he'd dropped earlier when dragging in the Weasly's body. A scream ripped itself from the girls throat as he turned on her, and rammed the knife into her forehead.
A/N: I know; very gory at the end. Special thanks to my sister LoveOfVegeta; the best beta-reader in the world! Please review and tell me what u think.
darxo