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Queen of Duct Tape- Woah, you have a lot of questions.
#1 The last thing Hermione said was "Don't let them take me away."
#2 "It's not who is McKlain. But who are the McKlains. They're the most prominent wizarding family in Scottland," Draco blurted out frankly. Two questions down.
#3 "Draco wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth" so yes, poor Draco is slightly mamed. And the other two will be reveiled at some point in this chapter. (hopefully.)
Chapter 6: Try not to scream
Hermione's eyes drifted open. She looked slowly around her for the third time that morning. Her eyes looked around the dark room. Darkness filled the air like a suffocating blanket. Hermione felt a tinge of emptiness inside of her. She realized that part of her life was gone. Suddenly she felt incomplete. She'd lost something, something important. But what was it? Was it a memory? Or a chance lost? Hermione couldn't decide, but the more she thought about it, the more it felt like someone had slipped poison into the air. The more she tried to remember, the more she died inside. Hermione didn't lose any determination though. She pushed onward, through the barrier in her mind. But finally, in the end, her strength drained from her, and she collapsed onto the floor.
Hermione ran her hands along it's surface. What was it? Hermione thought it felt like water! Even though it must've only been and eighth of an inch high. 'That was it!' Hermione thought. 'What part of the school has water all along the floor?" Hermione began to think, but nothing came immediately to mind. Hermione stood up, but her leg was stuck to something leading towards the water's edge. Hermione traced it with her hand, but nothing was there, just more water.
"They must be doing it with magic."
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Draco ran frantically from the head dormitories and towards Gryffindor tower. He could feel rocks forming in his stomach. The whole school had just gotten off from lunch and Draco was worried there would be another mob.
'Don't be silly. They've got better things to do on a Saturday than bother a treacherous snake like you.' one side of Draco reasoned with the other.
'My, don't we have the highest level of self esteem,' his other side shot back.
"I haven't got time for this!" Draco finally screamed in annoyance.
Draco could feel his blood rushing through his veins. He reached up a hand and felt the back of his neck, it was still bleeding from whoever had hit him. He didn't know what to say to Harry or Ron. 'Erm, sorry, but I let your best friend get kidnapped and all I got was a surface wound. Sorry guys.'
Draco tried to push this response from his mind. Finally he made it to the entrance. "Chrystal Lilies!" he snapped at the fat lady.
Once inside, Draco realized he'd been right to worry. Since lunch had just let out, everyone was in the common room deciding what they wanted to do for the remainder of the day. Draco groaned as the mob began to form, trying to push him out. Harry and Ron were just coming down the stairs when they noticed that the whole room was gathered at the entrance.
"Either there's something dreadfully interesting about the fat lady today, or Draco's paid us a visit." Ron stated blandly.
"Let's not wait till they kill him to find out," Harry rushed, already halfway down the stairs. Ron decided they might need back up, so he ran back to the dorm to fetch the others, the invisibility cloak, and the marauder's map. By the time he, Neville, Seamus, Dean, and Lee arrived, Ginny and Harry were already with Draco, being pushed out as well. Harry motioned for Ron to follow then Draco and he fled through the portrait hole.
"What's going on?" Ron blurted.
"Hermione's been kidnapped by the McKlains," Harry said grimly. Ron's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Who the hell are the McKlains, and what the hell are they doing with Hermione?" Ron shrieked.
"The McKlains are Hermione's real family. She just found out last night." Draco looked unusually grave in Harry's opinion. He wondered just how close they'd gotten over the summer. But that was just his opinion, and no one was asking it, so Harry kept his thoughts to himself.
"What I wouldn't give to have the marauders map," Harry groaned. "But I left it in my room."
Ron smiled brightly pulling the map from his pocket. He touched the wand to it's surface, solemnly swore just what everyone knew he wasn't up to, and the map came alive. Draco studied the map with bewilderment.
Suddenly Ron gasped and pointed at the map. There was Hermione, in the Chamber of secrets, and steadily approaching her was none other than Sean McKlain.
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Hermione heard the distinct sound of splashing water. She held her breath hoping that the splashing would stop, hoping it would just be her and the faint sound of water breaking on the floor again. Hermione could hear the splashing coming closer, but all she could think to do was pray whoever it was hadn't been the one to put her there. But then the splashing stopped. Silence filled the air and Hermione knew that her captor was closer than ever.
Hermione slowly began to feel her body rise into the air. As her feet dangled in the air she tried to scream, but the words wouldn't escape her lips. Tears began to stream down her face and a dim blue light began to fill the room. The chamber reminded her of a subway, it was held up by large arching pillars made of stone. Water covered half the floor, reflecting the light back into the room. But despite the overwhelming chamber, all Hermione's eyes could concentrate on was the broad shouldered man before her. Her father.
"Hello Hermione. Please try not to scream dear, it's just me, your. . ."
"I know who you are." Hermione hissed the words with venom, contempt.
"You know, when I got out of jail, the Grangers actually refused to let me see you. Can you imagine, my own daughter. But here you are! All grown up. You look just like your mother." His voice seemed kind enough, but there was something about him, maybe the fact that he was hold her six inches off the ground, that made her afraid of him.
"My mother's name is Harriet Granger. And I am not your daughter."
"Hermione," he commanded harshly, "why are you resisting me. Why are you refusing your destiny. You cannot escape the mark of McKlain. It is who you are. It is your fate." Sean shook Hermione viciously.
"What do you want with me!" Hermione screamed.
"I want to make you my queen." Sean brought Hermione to his level and began to kiss her neck lightly. More tears streamed down her face. She felt so helpless, so small, compared to this six foot five man. Hermione felt four. She felt pathetic. She felt violated.
In the distance, she heard faint footsteps. Hermione tried her hardest to scream out to them, to tell them she was there, but all that escaped her lips was a faint whimpering cry. With great force, Sean cast her into the water, muttering. Hermione's world went black.
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The three teens stared at the solid wall of rubble. Last time Harry was here, they had to escape through the ceiling a top Dumbledore's phoenix. But such resources were not available to him now.
"We're going have to apparate in there," Draco noted.
"I can't," Ron protested.
"Ron, right now is not a good time to be squeamish," Draco snapped.
"DC, I can't apparate. Even if I was old enough, I would've failed the test." Draco's glance shifted to Harry.
"You too?" Harry nodded.
"I've never tried it. I can do it in theory. But I doubt you really want me to get splinched down here." Draco nodded.
"Why must I do everything myself?" he groaned shortly before disappearing.
Draco reappeared on the other side of the chamber. He had purposefully appeared on the furthest side of the room from Harry and Ron. He was hoping that whoever might have heard them would be looking at the entrance. Draco was glad that for once today his hunch was right. The last time he was wrong he ended up in the middle of an angry mob. Draco raised his wand towards Sean, when the man turned around.
"Why hello there. You must be Draco." The man grinned wickedly, making Draco feel like he'd swallowed a frog.
"How the hell did you know my name?"
"Simple. My daughter kept calling for you in her sleep. How sweet. I'm sure however, you won't find it quite as must so when you realize she doesn't remember you." Draco's face contracted into confusion.
"Why?"
"I couldn't have you getting in the way, so I put a curse on her. Any memory containing you has been altered, you no longer exist." Draco felt the anger simmer within him.
"Your a real bastard. Don't think I don't know what you did to Hermione. That's pathetic, just like you. Pathetic and vile." Draco spit to make the effect set in more, besides the fact that the frog hadn't quite left yet.
"You will never understand. I did it because I love her. It's more than you can say for yourself." Draco'd had enough. That bastard was never touching Hermione again.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Sean fell limply to the ground, and for the first time, Draco thanked God he was a Malfoy.
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