Rain
By forbiddenlight
Disclaimer: feel free to sue the next chick, because I own absolutely nothing when it comes to Harry Potter.
A/N: Thanks you guys! 11 reviews! Wow, this is awesome! So sorry about the wait. I suffered from writer's block and I was camping, you know… I had to force myself to write this. Hopefully 17 is better!
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Pip08: I know. I've been planning Pansy and Ron's relationship since early on, but I wasn't sure how it was going to work.
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Please take not of the names in bold… You know all this!Genre: Romance/Drama
Ship: HGBZ
Chapter Sixteen: Bittersweet
Jorge
He was fuming as he approached the Malfoy Manor.
Never before had he felt this way; never before had he lacked the stamina to control his anger for his own son. What his son did was traitorous- he'd never look Blaise in the eye again without feeling that twinge of anger, that spasm of guilt and fear.
Lord Voldemort had been staying at Malfoy Manor since fleeing the Ministry almost six months ago. Jorge, however solemn, was pleased at the idea of visiting his half-brother's house. However, the thought of approaching the Dark Lord with news of his traitorous son made his blood run cold. Never before had he dreaded kneeling before his master.
He walked up through the gates. It would be a long walk, as the actual mansion sat deep on the manor, and a spell had been performed that wouldn't allow any apparition. Jorge simply walked.
Each step took him closer to the man he feared to see.
But he had to make that walk. He had to figure out what to do with this Hermione Granger, the girl that ruined his son, and only heir.
I will be a laughingstock, he thought bitterly as he walked up the stone steps leading up the door. No one will respect me for what my son has done.
Blaise
He was dying inside. But he had to be strong.
Never before in the history had a son of a Death Eater refuse service to Lord Voldemort. Blaise didn't know what to expect, only to expect the worst…
Would they kill Hermione?
Still the thought ached him, tore him apart until he was nothing but pulp. He had no idea what to do…
Talk to Dumbledore…The idea seemed far away, and unpleasant, but it had occurred to him during a wave of desperation. If he had to talk to Dumbledore in order to save Hermione, he would.
But he needed to talk to Hermione first.
HermioneIt was Sunday. Blaise had owled the night before, saying it was urgent, and that she needed to meet him at the Room of Requirement at noon. It was 11:30 and Hermione was getting dressed.
She felt dizzy. Her life had never been threatened before, except perhaps when she had gone to the Quidditch Tournament and everyone's life was threatened. But this was big; she and Blaise were the only ones being threatened.
It was personal.
But it was a misunderstanding! It had been Blaise who had decided not to become a death eater- Hermione had nothing to do with it. Hermione wanted to strangle Pansy, but hug her and thank her all the same.
Why? If Pansy had not yelled at Blaise, her boyfriend would be a death eater. Pansy was one of those "angels in disguise".
I still hate her.
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Hermione arrived at the Room of Requirement, dressed in jean capri's, a white elbow-sleeved shirt and the red scarf Blaise had bought her at Hogsmeade. Hermione loved the scarf.
As the giant oak door appeared, Hermione was filled with memories of fifth year- the D.A. Meetings. She had loved them. But it had been too much, maybe next year…
Blaise needs me, she remembered. But it is all is fault I may die tomorrow...
And she walked through the door into the Room of Requirement. It was dimly lit, and there wasn't much to it. Just a coffee table, a loveseat, and tea and biscuits.
Blaise
"It isn't much. But we need to talk- in private," Blaise greeted her from the loveseat as Hermione Granger walked into the room.
Hermione nodded solemnly. Her eyes flicked around the room. Candles and a dim fireplace in the corner lit up the room.
"I wanted to know what was wrong," she replied softly as she sat down next to him.
Blaise folded his hands. He was nervous- very nervous.
Hermione's eyes left his face and went around the room. "I mean, I know what happened, Blaise. Your mum thinks that I was the one who made you believe you shouldn't be a death eater, while it was really you who made that decision. So she tells your dad, who is going to have to tell Lord Voldemort why you don't want to be one, and of course, I will be mentioned, so Voldemort'll order me to be killed, yada yada yada…"
Blaise felt useless. Why hadn't he just told his mother straight out?
"I don't know what to say Blaise," Hermione told him as she stood up. Suddenly, she ripped off her scarf and threw it on his lap.
"I can't believe I ever thought I loved you!" she cried as she ran from the room.
Blaise felt as though he was two inches tall.
Jorge
"My Lord," Jorge greeted Voldemort with a bow.
"Ah, Zabini," Voldemort hissed. "Where is your son? He has an appointment today to get his dark mark."
Jorge's eyes lowered. "My Lord, my son refused to become a Death Eater. He told my wife that a mudblood girl named Hermione Granger whom he is currently dating persuaded him to make that choice."
Voldemort shook his head.
"Zabini, things like this should not happen. I would have hoped you raised your son with a thicker cement foundation, not one of sand. However, there are too many future Death Eaters at Hogwarts for mudbloods like Hermione Granger to be meddling with. I am ordering you to execute her."
Jorge tried to swallow. "Execute her, sir?"
"Yes, Jorge. Is that too much?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, his venomous eyes lingering on Jorge's brown ones. Jorge nodded.
"Yes, Jorge. IS THAT TOO MUCH?" Voldemort repeated himself.
"Yes, sir," Jorge replied dimly.
"Hermione Granger will be dead by the end of this month. It is the eighth of September. If she is not dead by then, you will be."
"Yes sir," Jorge said softly.
"Now get out of my sight."
"Good day to you, my darkness," Jorge bid him, rushing from the room.
Once outside of the Malfoy Manor, Jorge took a deep breath.
He had never killed someone before.
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