A/N: So sorry! I didn't mean to get this up so late. I got mixed up with
homework and stuff. I had a whole bunch of long term projects assigned and
I needed to get them done. Sorry about that! But I'm done now, so I've
finally gotten around to typing this up. Enjoy!
Replies to Reviewers:
PrincessPunk: (shrinks) I... I'm glad you like it so much....
Ami-gryffindor89: Hehe... yeeees, it is indeed fun to see Draco get yelled at... hehe...
Soccergirl2044: Don't worry; I intend to keep Draco as much in character as possible. It's very difficult, but I'll do my best to keep him true to himself.
Thanks peoples!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters or anything mentioned within them, that all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Inside Out
Chapter 2: The Plan
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"Are you sure you heard right?" Harry asked for the hundredth and thirteenth time.
"Yes, yes. I already told you everything." Hermione said, feeling like a criminal with the interrogation Ron and Harry were putting her through.
"So... our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is the brother of Malfoy's father?" Ron shuddered in disgust.
She nodded.
Harry nodded. "If he was in Azkaban... that is enough information to make us cautious of him. If he escaped from Azkaban or something..."
"He couldn't have escaped, he'd have to have been let out. Otherwise it would be all over the papers."
Ron spoke up. "But if he really is serving Voldemort, how do we find out without giving ourselves away?"
The three friends grew silent, contemplating this. Harry's invisibility cloak was Hermione's first idea, but she put it away as too dangerous and obvious. If he did serve Voldemort he would probably be expecting that. She chewed her lip, her mind wandering. Suddenly she remembered what she had seen in a pair of cold grey eyes the other day. If she had seen right... a plan started to formulate.
"I think... I have an idea." Hermione scratched her chin contemplatively.
Ron and Harry looked up. "'Kay Mione. What's the plan?"
She squirmed, this plan involved something she had hoped NEVER to have to do... "Well, it won't really concern you."
The two boys were instantly indignant. "What do you mean? We have to be part of this!"
"No, I have to do this on my own. I can't think of a safer way."
"So it's safe?" Harry and Ron were very suspicious.
"It's safer than sneaking around with the invisibility cloak."
The boys exchanged glances. "So what is this plan of yours, Mione?" Harry inquired almost casually.
"I can't tell you." She drew herself up obstinately. If she told them they would never let her do it, they'd lock her up if they had to.
But their expected reaction was instantaneous. "Why not?!"
Hermione shook her head. "I better get started now though." She stood up to leave her private quarters in which they had been talking.
"We're coming with you!" They chorused and got up as well.
Hermione shook her head. "You can't, it's already past your curfews. I can only go out because it's about the time I should do my nightly patrols." She left quickly before either of the boys could protest further.
Once out in the corridors she quickly headed down the nearest staircase. She had a good guess as to where the Head Boy was, and finding him tonight before Pansy Parkinson got around to him was vital to her plan. She turned the last corner, to find the torch-lit hallway empty. As Hermione neared the door to Professor Malfoy's office she heard voices from inside.
"...didn't like it but... cleared of all charges when they discovered..."
Hermione pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear better.
Malfoy spoke from inside. "But if father ever finds out you're here, he won't hesitate to kill you."
The professor sounded amused of Lucius posing as a threat. "I can't wait for the day... anyways, you better get going Draco, time for you to fulfill your duties."
As goodbyes were being exchanged Hermione pulled away from the door and made her way slowly down the hall, as if she had only been passing by. When the door opened she turned around to look at Malfoy with a carefully-made surprised expression.
"Malfoy," She said almost pleasantly. "Just the person I was looking for."
The Head Boy scowled. "What do you want, mu--" he stopped and his eyes flickered to the door he had just left. "Granger." He finished.
She stepped closer, her feelings of disgust carefully hidden from her expression. "I have a proposition for you."
Malfoy raised an inquisitive pale eyebrow, his face was purely condescending. "Oh?"
She took another step towards him, hiding her nervousness. How could she say this without arousing his suspicion? Time for those theater classes her parents had made her take to finally become useful. "I... have been noticing you... lately." The moment the words left her mouth she thought her dinner would follow. But she contained herself and gave Malfoy's body a meaningful glance, even though behind the act she was completely disgusted with herself.
Malfoy's other eyebrow followed its mate to his hair line. "Is that so, Granger?"
"Y-yes." She forced herself to take another step. She watched as that considering look entered his eyes again and his gaze traveled down her body.
"I was wondering... if..." She tried, but she couldn't say it.
His eyes came up to meet hers; Hermione flinched and took an involuntary step back. Malfoy's thin lips twitched into a smirk and he followed her retreat with a step forward. The look in his eyes was that of a predator that had spotted the weakest of the herd. She had shown him fear, weakness, there was no escaping his eyes.
Hermione took another step back, fighting to regain her composure. But Draco followed no matter how many steps she took. All too soon Hermione found her back against the wall, preventing any further retreat. Malfoy stood above her, much too close for comfort.
"What were you wondering?"
Hermione forced herself to meet his gaze. What she saw in those icy gray eyes terrified her, but she tried to regain her poise nonetheless. "I, I... w-was..." She stopped and swallowed, it was no use. She tried to look away, but couldn't. His gray-blue eyes were inescapable. He stared down at her, not a glare, but a stare. Hermione thought she would start to hyperventilate if he kept that up. But what he did next was worse.
Malfoy bent down till his face was closer than she had hoped it ever to be. Then his lips met hers and suddenly her entire body felt like ice, frozen with terror. Hermione shivered and her eyes closed, feeling an icy jolt travel down her spine. But despite all that, it felt good; better than anything she thought could be coming from Draco Malfoy. In fact, it felt amazing.
Not even realizing what she was doing, Hermione kissed him back, almost forgetting who he was. But it ended all too soon and Malfoy pulled away; seemingly satisfied with himself.
"Is that what you were wondering about?" Malfoy said with a faint trace of a scathing tone, his gaze as intense as ever.
Hermione opened her mouth, only to close it several moments later when no sound came out. Words were currently beyond her, much less a coherent sentence. She decided to nod; maybe she could still manipulate the situation to still fulfill the needs of her plan.
A smirk began on his face, but was wiped away by surprise as he was plowed over by an invisible force. But as Malfoy was knocked to the floor, an invisibility cloak fell away. Ron and Harry had caught up to her under the cloak, and were currently beating Malfoy purple on the floor.
It took her a second to regain her senses, she could panic later. "Stop!" She yelled, but to no heed. "Stop! Twenty points from Gryffindor, both of you! Now STOP!!!"
Both Harry and Ron froze with their fists raised. They looked at her with genuine surprise and confusion on their faces.
"But, but that's not fair!" Ron spluttered.
"Of course it is." Hermione said authoritively. "It's against the rules to beat up fellow students. Now, get off Mal—Draco." She finished using Malfoy's first name, hoping the Head Boy heard it.
Both the boys blinked and reluctantly released Malfoy, who groaned painfully. "Hermione, he deserved everything we gave him and more. He shouldn't have—have--" Harry's voice caught. "He shouldn't have touched you." Pure disgust showed on his face and on Ron's who looked rather green.
The Head Girl pushed past her friends and helped Malfoy up while she spoke. "And what if I wanted him to do that?"
Harry and Ron stared at her.
She fixed them with a glare. "If I hadn't wanted him to do that I would have already hexed him into next year, which I didn't. I can take care of myself, you know."
Hermione turned her back on the confused boys and helped Malfoy to his feet. His power to scare her into a stupor was diminished as his eyes were slightly dazed and he needed her support to stand. Those few moments it had taken Hermione to compose herself had cost him dearly. His gum was bleeding, a thin stream of crimson trailing from the edge of his mouth. Hermione wiped this away with a handkerchief to hold over his bleeding nose and led him away to the infirmary, leaving her friends to stare disbelievingly at her retreating back.
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Hermione sighed with relief after she had turned the corner and checked to make sure she wasn't being followed. But the first part of her plan hadn't been finished yet, so she led Malfoy into an empty classroom instead of her supposed destination. It turned out to be an empty classroom, so she sat Malfoy down on a vacant seat and sat beside him.
Now that he looked so much less dangerous and powerful with his smirk gone, her plan could be executed much more easily. If everything went right, getting information out of Malfoy about his uncle would be easy.
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A/N: Ohhhhhh.... How could I be so evil? Must I end this chapter here and now? Oh well, I have to get to my other stories, or else the readers of THOSE will get mad at me. Really, being an author can be very pressuring. Chow!
~QueenTigris~
Replies to Reviewers:
PrincessPunk: (shrinks) I... I'm glad you like it so much....
Ami-gryffindor89: Hehe... yeeees, it is indeed fun to see Draco get yelled at... hehe...
Soccergirl2044: Don't worry; I intend to keep Draco as much in character as possible. It's very difficult, but I'll do my best to keep him true to himself.
Thanks peoples!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters or anything mentioned within them, that all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Inside Out
Chapter 2: The Plan
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"Are you sure you heard right?" Harry asked for the hundredth and thirteenth time.
"Yes, yes. I already told you everything." Hermione said, feeling like a criminal with the interrogation Ron and Harry were putting her through.
"So... our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is the brother of Malfoy's father?" Ron shuddered in disgust.
She nodded.
Harry nodded. "If he was in Azkaban... that is enough information to make us cautious of him. If he escaped from Azkaban or something..."
"He couldn't have escaped, he'd have to have been let out. Otherwise it would be all over the papers."
Ron spoke up. "But if he really is serving Voldemort, how do we find out without giving ourselves away?"
The three friends grew silent, contemplating this. Harry's invisibility cloak was Hermione's first idea, but she put it away as too dangerous and obvious. If he did serve Voldemort he would probably be expecting that. She chewed her lip, her mind wandering. Suddenly she remembered what she had seen in a pair of cold grey eyes the other day. If she had seen right... a plan started to formulate.
"I think... I have an idea." Hermione scratched her chin contemplatively.
Ron and Harry looked up. "'Kay Mione. What's the plan?"
She squirmed, this plan involved something she had hoped NEVER to have to do... "Well, it won't really concern you."
The two boys were instantly indignant. "What do you mean? We have to be part of this!"
"No, I have to do this on my own. I can't think of a safer way."
"So it's safe?" Harry and Ron were very suspicious.
"It's safer than sneaking around with the invisibility cloak."
The boys exchanged glances. "So what is this plan of yours, Mione?" Harry inquired almost casually.
"I can't tell you." She drew herself up obstinately. If she told them they would never let her do it, they'd lock her up if they had to.
But their expected reaction was instantaneous. "Why not?!"
Hermione shook her head. "I better get started now though." She stood up to leave her private quarters in which they had been talking.
"We're coming with you!" They chorused and got up as well.
Hermione shook her head. "You can't, it's already past your curfews. I can only go out because it's about the time I should do my nightly patrols." She left quickly before either of the boys could protest further.
Once out in the corridors she quickly headed down the nearest staircase. She had a good guess as to where the Head Boy was, and finding him tonight before Pansy Parkinson got around to him was vital to her plan. She turned the last corner, to find the torch-lit hallway empty. As Hermione neared the door to Professor Malfoy's office she heard voices from inside.
"...didn't like it but... cleared of all charges when they discovered..."
Hermione pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear better.
Malfoy spoke from inside. "But if father ever finds out you're here, he won't hesitate to kill you."
The professor sounded amused of Lucius posing as a threat. "I can't wait for the day... anyways, you better get going Draco, time for you to fulfill your duties."
As goodbyes were being exchanged Hermione pulled away from the door and made her way slowly down the hall, as if she had only been passing by. When the door opened she turned around to look at Malfoy with a carefully-made surprised expression.
"Malfoy," She said almost pleasantly. "Just the person I was looking for."
The Head Boy scowled. "What do you want, mu--" he stopped and his eyes flickered to the door he had just left. "Granger." He finished.
She stepped closer, her feelings of disgust carefully hidden from her expression. "I have a proposition for you."
Malfoy raised an inquisitive pale eyebrow, his face was purely condescending. "Oh?"
She took another step towards him, hiding her nervousness. How could she say this without arousing his suspicion? Time for those theater classes her parents had made her take to finally become useful. "I... have been noticing you... lately." The moment the words left her mouth she thought her dinner would follow. But she contained herself and gave Malfoy's body a meaningful glance, even though behind the act she was completely disgusted with herself.
Malfoy's other eyebrow followed its mate to his hair line. "Is that so, Granger?"
"Y-yes." She forced herself to take another step. She watched as that considering look entered his eyes again and his gaze traveled down her body.
"I was wondering... if..." She tried, but she couldn't say it.
His eyes came up to meet hers; Hermione flinched and took an involuntary step back. Malfoy's thin lips twitched into a smirk and he followed her retreat with a step forward. The look in his eyes was that of a predator that had spotted the weakest of the herd. She had shown him fear, weakness, there was no escaping his eyes.
Hermione took another step back, fighting to regain her composure. But Draco followed no matter how many steps she took. All too soon Hermione found her back against the wall, preventing any further retreat. Malfoy stood above her, much too close for comfort.
"What were you wondering?"
Hermione forced herself to meet his gaze. What she saw in those icy gray eyes terrified her, but she tried to regain her poise nonetheless. "I, I... w-was..." She stopped and swallowed, it was no use. She tried to look away, but couldn't. His gray-blue eyes were inescapable. He stared down at her, not a glare, but a stare. Hermione thought she would start to hyperventilate if he kept that up. But what he did next was worse.
Malfoy bent down till his face was closer than she had hoped it ever to be. Then his lips met hers and suddenly her entire body felt like ice, frozen with terror. Hermione shivered and her eyes closed, feeling an icy jolt travel down her spine. But despite all that, it felt good; better than anything she thought could be coming from Draco Malfoy. In fact, it felt amazing.
Not even realizing what she was doing, Hermione kissed him back, almost forgetting who he was. But it ended all too soon and Malfoy pulled away; seemingly satisfied with himself.
"Is that what you were wondering about?" Malfoy said with a faint trace of a scathing tone, his gaze as intense as ever.
Hermione opened her mouth, only to close it several moments later when no sound came out. Words were currently beyond her, much less a coherent sentence. She decided to nod; maybe she could still manipulate the situation to still fulfill the needs of her plan.
A smirk began on his face, but was wiped away by surprise as he was plowed over by an invisible force. But as Malfoy was knocked to the floor, an invisibility cloak fell away. Ron and Harry had caught up to her under the cloak, and were currently beating Malfoy purple on the floor.
It took her a second to regain her senses, she could panic later. "Stop!" She yelled, but to no heed. "Stop! Twenty points from Gryffindor, both of you! Now STOP!!!"
Both Harry and Ron froze with their fists raised. They looked at her with genuine surprise and confusion on their faces.
"But, but that's not fair!" Ron spluttered.
"Of course it is." Hermione said authoritively. "It's against the rules to beat up fellow students. Now, get off Mal—Draco." She finished using Malfoy's first name, hoping the Head Boy heard it.
Both the boys blinked and reluctantly released Malfoy, who groaned painfully. "Hermione, he deserved everything we gave him and more. He shouldn't have—have--" Harry's voice caught. "He shouldn't have touched you." Pure disgust showed on his face and on Ron's who looked rather green.
The Head Girl pushed past her friends and helped Malfoy up while she spoke. "And what if I wanted him to do that?"
Harry and Ron stared at her.
She fixed them with a glare. "If I hadn't wanted him to do that I would have already hexed him into next year, which I didn't. I can take care of myself, you know."
Hermione turned her back on the confused boys and helped Malfoy to his feet. His power to scare her into a stupor was diminished as his eyes were slightly dazed and he needed her support to stand. Those few moments it had taken Hermione to compose herself had cost him dearly. His gum was bleeding, a thin stream of crimson trailing from the edge of his mouth. Hermione wiped this away with a handkerchief to hold over his bleeding nose and led him away to the infirmary, leaving her friends to stare disbelievingly at her retreating back.
~*~
Hermione sighed with relief after she had turned the corner and checked to make sure she wasn't being followed. But the first part of her plan hadn't been finished yet, so she led Malfoy into an empty classroom instead of her supposed destination. It turned out to be an empty classroom, so she sat Malfoy down on a vacant seat and sat beside him.
Now that he looked so much less dangerous and powerful with his smirk gone, her plan could be executed much more easily. If everything went right, getting information out of Malfoy about his uncle would be easy.
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A/N: Ohhhhhh.... How could I be so evil? Must I end this chapter here and now? Oh well, I have to get to my other stories, or else the readers of THOSE will get mad at me. Really, being an author can be very pressuring. Chow!
~QueenTigris~