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A/N: Alright here is chapter four. I hope you all are liking this story so far! The reviews have been wonderful and I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for them. Many reviewers are asking me... how can this have a happy ending... well I would tell you but then I would ruin the ending... Muahahahah!! Lol well just have a little faith in you author and read on!!
Broken Vow
Chapter Four
Hermione was quietly counting to ten. If she lost her temper at this moment she would most likely punch her best friend in the head. Harry was giving her a look of concern. His eyes searching her face for an emotion. She took another deep breath before opening her mouth to speak.
"What do you mean I'm not coming?" Her normally girlish voice was more or a deep growl. Harry took a small step back looking a little unsure.
"Well we decided it was best for you to stay here." His voice was a little shaky.
"And who would be WE exactly?" She crossed her arms angrily.
"Well Ron, Ginny, Snape, Fred, George, and myself." Hermione raised and eyebrow. "Listen Hermione we know he is going to be there." His voice raising with anger.
"And so what? I'm not allowed to help fight him? Don't you think I want to Harry. Don't you think I want to hurt him for everything he has done to me?" She was yelling loudly out of frustration.
"But you can't Hermione. You can't hurt him." Harry reached out and gently shock her shoulder. She looked down at the ground.
"I knew it Harry. I knew he was going to go after Hogwarts." She looked back up at him her eyes filled with tears. "And I can't do anything about it." Harry gave her shoulder a small squeeze.
"It's okay Hermione." She looked at him. Her eyes glaring.
"It's my fault Harry. All of this is my fault." Harry opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "If I could have just killed him. If I could just get past the magic." Her voice suddenly feel into a whisper. Her heart knowing the truth. "If I could have saved him none of this would have happened."
"That's not true Hermione. You and I both know nothing could have saved him." His voice becoming soft like her own. "You have to stop blaming yourself." She harshly jerked away from his hand resting on her shoulder. Her eyes glaring into his.
"If what happened to Draco happened to Ginny would you feel guilty?" Harry looked down at his feet. "I though so." She started walking away when his voice boomed through the room.
"Your not going. That's an order Granger." She turned to face him. Her eyes full of fire.
"Yes sir." And with that she headed towards her room. She walked up at few stairs her head screaming when suddenly she had a better idea.
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Draco Malfoy would have rather of been in hell then at Hogwarts. He had at first assumed Hogwarts was the equivalent to hell but now, as he wandered through the lifeless halls, he realized this place was slightly worse.
Hell wasn't filled with memories.
Everywhere he looked and around every turn another moment flashed in his mind. Another glimpse of his past, they're past. Moments of his childhood and remembrance of his adolescence suddenly became alive. And she was suddenly everywhere. Her warmth and happiness filling his soul to the brim with glee. He could almost hear her voice. Her laughter bounce off the stone walls. Could almost see her walking a few steps ahead of him. Could almost feel her soft kisses and light breath.
It made his skin crawl with disgust.
He hurriedly made his way to the Headmasters office. The large corridors suddenly choking him making it hard to breath. His black boots making no noise as he walked. As he entered the large office he felt the eyes of several portraits gazed at him fearfully. He only ignored them. His focus turned to the elder man sitting at the rather large desk. His sad eyes burning into his own and Draco knew the man was looking at him with pity. Draco only glared at Dumbledore, his silver eyes dead.
"Mr. Malfoy I have done what you ask, the owl has been sent only because I know you will fail." Draco coolly smirked. He walked slowly up the few steps until he was sitting in a chair in front on the desk. His black boots making a thud as they slammed down on the wood.
"And how can you be so sure Dumbledore? I have surprised you in the past. Even you though I had changed for that mudblood Granger." The man closed his eyes for a brief moment. When they opened again Draco could easily read the small smile playing on his lips.
"As it seems time has not lightened you cockiness Draco but I assure you this young man I have my ways of knowing things." Dumbledore's eyes glided up towards the shelf where the sorting hat sat. Draco followed his eye line until his own cold eyes met the sorting hats. Draco only smirked.
"Oh I see. And what pray tell did the sorting hat tell you?" His eyes meeting Dumbledore's again.
"Why don't you ask the sorting hat yourself?" Draco cocked an eyebrow. Looking more like his father then ever.
"A challenge? How pathetic." And sounding more like his father. He stood and began to leave the office but stopped suddenly when the sorting hat began to sing.
"Between love and hate your heart does hide,
And soon the past and future will collide,
It's written in the stars and I have seen,
The thing you fear and love will come to be."
Draco glared as the hat finished its song. After a few quiet moments he looked at Dumbledore and smiled. "That's all. The great Headmaster of Hogwarts, the most powerful wizard in the world and that's all you have to relay on. To think I once looked up to you. One of my several mistakes in life."
"There are things stronger the you Draco. They are wiser and know how to wait for the opportune time." Draco gave him another glare before exiting the office. After taking a few steps Crabbe walked up to him. Fellow Death Eater of course, yet still stupider then a brick.
"Will they come?" Draco glared down at the man. "Sir." He added quickly.
"Of course they will come. I want the entire school being patrolled at all hours." Crabbe began walking down the hall. "Oh and Crabbe." The man turned and faced a sneering Draco. His eyes dark. "You remember the half giant in the hut." Crabbe nodded a quick yes. "Hurt him."
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Hermione smiled reassuringly at Ginny. The young girl was giving her a worried look.
"You don't have to do this Hermione." Ginny's voice was filled with frustration and concern. Hermione lightly hugged her friend.
"Yes I do. You'll tell Harry and Ron for me?" Hermione felt Ginny give nod a hesitant yes against her shoulder.
"If you're not back in twenty-four hours we are coming after you." She gave her friend another quick squeeze before letting her go. "And you owe my because Ron is my brother and Harry is my husband. I will never hear the end of it from them." Hermione lightly laughed.
"Well that's your doing not mine." Ginny snorted.
"I didn't pick Ron as a brother." Hermione laughed as she climbed into the fireplace. Her robes swaying back and forth.
"But you did pick his best friend as your husband." Ginny smiled. Hermione still couldn't believe how far she had come from her first year at Hogwarts to the second most powerful witch, behind Hermione of course, by Harry's side. "Be careful." Her smile had faded and her voice was serious. Hermione gave a slight smile.
"Bye Gin."
"Bye Mione." And with that Hermione raised her hand and took a deep breath.
"Malfoy Manor." She opened her hand and the powder slid out. A flash of green light and she was gone. Ginny deeply sighed. After a few moments the door opened and Harry walked in. And Ginny braced herself for a long night.
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Narcissa Malfoy was a woman of many secrets. Her undying love for her former daughter-in-law was one of her greatest. She was fairly certain she loved the girl more then her own child. Maybe because she understood the position she was trapped in. Maybe it was the guilt she felt for not warning her of the things Draco was capable of. But she had believed Hermione had changed him for the better. Done the impossible and brought him back to all the things that are good in this world. Saved his soul.
But she had though wrong.
And now as the young women sat next to her on the sofa; she loved her most of all for trying to save him. For giving her a few more innocent years with her only child. She would always love her for that.
"So he hasn't been here in two years?" Her voice broke her train of though.
"No. Not since he left you. Not since his father came back." Hermione slightly slouched.
"But why. Why hasn't he come home? Why hasn't he come to see you?" Narcissa slightly smiled.
"He is running dear. Running away from his past. Running away from the person he was." She paused and sweetly touched Hermione's shoulder. "He is running away from you."
"Is that why he keeps trying to kill me?" Her voice grew slightly angry.
"Yes. Like his father he enjoys hurting you the way his father hurts me Takes a twisted pleasure in it." Hermione only starred.
"How does he hurt you?" Narcissa paused for a few moments before slightly smiling.
"He won't let me go. Unlike Draco he won't divorce me. I'm a pureblood. I look good on the family bloodline. But you dear you are..."
"Muggle born." She finished for her sentence before Narcissa could. Her eyes distant.
"Yes Hermione. I am fairly certain that if you had been born pureblood Draco would never let you go either. And at times I wish Lucius would leave me and try to kill me. I haven't seen him in over a year. He has only come here once since he left Azkaban." Hermione sat all the way back in her seat. Her eyes still lost.
"Until the day I die I will never understand this." Narcissa bent forward and gave the girl a hug.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for all this. And I wish I knew something to help you. I would tell you anything." Hermione tightly hugged the women back. The only person who understood what it was like to be trapped by a Malfoy. After a few long moments Narcissa pulled away and grabbed Hermione's hand. "I want to show you something before you leave." Before she could say anything She was being pulled by the older women. After a few flights of stairs and twisting turns they stopped in front of a rather large door.
"What?" Narcissa suddenly seemed afraid.
"I need you to listen to me Hermione. This is important. The magical bond between you and my son is fading. I know you know this and I am sure he does to. But there are some things between you two that can never be broken. I know you can't save him and I'm not asking you to. There are things you can use to your advantage no matter how much hate has filled him. Find those things Hermione, find them and use them to..." She stumbled her words slightly. Hermione could see the tears in her eyes. "Use them to kill him."
"Narcissa I... I don't know what you're talking about. What things?" The woman was shaking. After a few long moments she finally met her eyes.
"You'll know when the time comes." Hermione slightly nodded. Narcissa reached for the handle of the door. "It's his room. Was his room." She quickly corrected herself. " You came here once with him. There is fireplace for you to leave. Go in there Hermione and remember." Hermione quickly shook her head no. Narcissa reassuringly gave her hand a squeeze. "I know nothing about there war plans. I wish I did, I wish I could give you some valuable information. But what I can tell you is that memory, the thing he is running from, it's his weakness. Use it Hermione. Unlike me you are free. It's the only information I can give you."
She hugged her again and before Hermione could hug her back she was gone. Hermione knew it was the last time she would ever see her. Coming here was far too dangerous and Narcissa ran with an unfriendly crowd. Fellow death eater wives not her biggest fans.
She stared blankly at the door. Narcissa made perfect sense. She stood there a few moments before deciding it was a time to be brave. She placed her hand on the silver knob and pushed. The room's lights magically turning on as the door swung open. She held her breath, half expecting him to appear. Expecting him to be waiting for her.
But the room was empty.
Heart slightly fell. She ignored the feeling and stepped into the silver and green room. The colors mimicking that of his house during their days at Hogwarts. The large bed was perfectly done, house elves most likely aired the room out every once in a while. Still the room was cold and unused. She took another step her mind and her heart spinning. She slowly made her way towards the bed. Sitting on it she gently touched the pillow. The room smelled like him. Felt like him.
A feeling she missed.
Despite everything she missed the comfort that she had felt only in his eyes. The security he had given her. It was something time could not undo. The thing she was running from also. The thing that caused her to fall apart and break her.
She loved him.
She let the tears stream down her face. Not fighting them. It was pointless. She had to face it. Face him to be stronger. Hermione Granger would no longer run from there past. She would face it head on, and she would be better for it. She knew she couldn't save him, and for the last two years she had though of the man she had married to be dead. But he wasn't dead, he was alive and evil. He was out for her blood and she had to do the same.
And she knew exactly what to say to ruin him.
A/N: Alright this chapter took me forever to write! Please I need feedback for it! I was very hard to get through for some reason.