CHAPTER 5
'So,' Hermione muttered grimly to herself. 'I'm over the wall.'
She glanced at her watch. It was about thirty seconds pas mignight.
She glanced around at the back scrubland, behind the Burrow. There was nothing but mounds of earth, sparsely sprinkled with some grass. There wasn't anything that looked even remotely out of place.
She glanced around again. The Dark Lord had promised that he would send someone to pick her up from here past midnight. Who it was, she had no clue, but if he was faithful to the Dark Lord, then he definitely had to be worthy.
'Hello Mudblood.'
Or not.
She sighed and turned around. She didn't no where and how he had come from. Apparated, possibly. But the fact remained, that though she got along quite well with most of the Death Eaters, the still avoided Draco Malfoy- avoided being a polite way of saying she hated his guts.
She definitely admired him. Not just because of his stunning appearance, but because of the cold ruthlessness of his mind, much like the Dark Lord's, and wide perception. He had always insulted her, however, treating her like s stranger, and a mudblood, not fit to be a Death Eater. But of late something else about him had been- troubling her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something was wrong.
Right now he was smirking, and staring at her, dressed in his Death Eater robes, but with his hood pulled back so he messy blonde hair was falling to his neck. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and he was surveying her with what seemed be an intimidating sort of way.
She didn't bother with any more formalities.
'Can we go?" she asked, coldly.
Malfoy nodded, silently. 'Come here,' he said, in a low voice, 'There are a few rhings we need to get straight before we leave.'
Slightly apprehensive, she moved towards him. when their faces were inches apart, his face dropped its perpetual smirk, and his eyes glittered dangerously.
'You and I have never got along, Granger,' he said, through clenched teeth. 'And even less now.'
'Why so?' she fired back. 'I'm on your side! Granted I'm a Mudblood, but-.'
'I don't care about your blood,' he said, in a disgusted voice.
'Like hell you don't.'
'Don't flatter yourself. I have better things to worry about. My point being that the Dark Lord wants us to work as one.'
'As one?'
'Partners. On our new mission.'
'New mission?'
'Do you have to copy everything I say?' he asked, irritably. 'Yes, new mission.'
'What new mission?'
'That the dark Lord will tell you. Hold my hand and apparate with me.'
She tentatively slipped her fingers through his long cold ones. She sensed him concentrate for a moment, and then they were suddenly flying through endless chasms of gaping black. The wind whipped at her hair and stung her eyes. In two seconds, they were standing outside a tall black gate.
The black castle.