The Price of a World
Chapter Eleven
//AN- I was not on any drugs when I wrote this chapter… but I may have been when I wrote the AN at the end… Hahaha j/k j/k…//
"Granger. You have to come to the Prefects Compartment now." Hermione nodded and Draco left. Hermione turned to Harry and looked at him.
"All that fuss for nothing." Hermione whispered to him.
"Hermione you don't have to go if you don't feel comfortable with him…" Ron said firmly.
"No I'll be fine. Thank you for standing up for me though…" Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek and left the compartment. She walked through all the carriages on the train all the way down to the very first carriage. This carriage was dedicated to the Prefects, Head Boy and Head Girl.
Hermione entered into the large combined quarters. The carriage stretched out before her, but it was empty. In the corner to the left of the door was a small kitchen, the shelves stacked with food and drinks. On the right hand side, by the door was a bookcase filled with books. Next to the bookcase were a few beanbags. Hermione took a few steps into the carriage and closed the door behind her. Past the kitchen and reading corner was a large table with 12 chairs seated around it; this table was used for large meetings on the train to Hogwarts. Hermione continued on down the carriage. Past the table were more lounge's and seats.
Hermione then headed to the back of the carriage where there was a small section just for the Head Girl and Boy. She opened the door, and in the small room Draco was seated in a chair by the electric heater. He sat with his head in his hands, his fingers massaging his temples. Hermione frowned, knowing there was something wrong. She entered the room and closed the door behind her. She went and sat on the floor at Draco's feet.
"Draco… what's wrong?" Hermione's hand touched Draco's cheek; he lifted his head slightly to look at her. Draco looked into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes; he could just drown in them. Her eyes were filled with concern. Draco sat up and patted his lap softly. Hermione climbed from the floor onto his lap and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Slowly she kissed his cheek and forehead gingerly.
"Please tell me what's wrong? I hate seeing you like this… Was it Harry and Ron at Diagon Alley? I'm so sorry that had to happen…" Hermione paused. Draco's words were getting caught up in his throat. He sat for a while thinking of what to say.
"Hermione… I didn't mean the things I said about you to Potter and Weasley…" Hermione's eyes softened and seemed to nearly fill with tears.
"Draco is that why you're acting like this? Oh my," Hermione kissed Draco feverently. "Sweety I know you didn't mean those things."
Draco couldn't bring himself to tell Hermione the real reason he'd brought her here. He only brought her here so he'd get himself off the hook. He was going to ask her to dump Harry, because if Voldemort found out about Hermione and Harry dating he would surly kill Hermione just to get at Harry. But he realised when he saw Hermione's eyes, filled with concern just looking at him; that he'd rather take the blow from Voldemort and his father then make Hermione go through the pain of breaking up with Harry. She was in potential danger if she broke up with Harry or not. And he was willing to risk his life to protect Hermione.
Hermione sat on Draco's lap staring into his cold, grey eyes. Her gaze brushed across Draco's worried face.
"Draco there is something else you're not telling me… Has it got something to do with your father?" Draco's eyes widened and looked up at Hermione. He smiled and kissed her.
"No, nothing is wrong. I'm fine." Draco, being a Malfoy; was good at hiding his true feelings behind his icy grey eyes. There was a knock at the door and Hermione jumped off Draco's lap and dived into the chair opposite him. Draco stood abruptly and straightened his robes.
"Come in..?" Draco said stiffly. The door opened, it was Crabbe and Goyle.
"Draco, we've been looking for you." Crabbe said in a deep, droning voice.
"Well you've found me, what do you want?" Draco said trying to keep his temper under control. Crabbe and Goyle looked from Draco to Hermione and back to Draco again. Draco turned to face Hermione. Hermione's eyes darted from Draco to the doorway.
"Uh, right. I have to get back to my compartment. Malfoy you can handle the Slytherin and Ravenclaw Prefects when we arrive at Hogwarts." Hermione stood abruptly and left the compartment. Once they heard Hermione leave the main carriage Goyle spoke.
"Draco, your mission from the Dark Lord…" He began.
"What do you know of my mission?" Draco spat.
"We… we just want to help." Goyle muttered. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.
"What is it?"
"Well… the mudblood. She's Potter's boyfriend."
"Yes I've established that Crabbe." Draco said sarcastically.
"No… but, you could use the mudblood as Potter's weakness." Draco's heart seemed to stop. 'If these two idiots have figured that out then Voldemort will too.' Draco thought to himself. He needed to do some quick thinking.
"Yes I have considered that Crabbe. But I know something that will get to Potter even more…" Draco said in his usual slimy drawl. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled deeply. Draco rolled his eyes at how dumb these two were.
"And you two should know better than to discuss matters like this outside of the Malfoy Manor and outside of the Slytherin dungeons." Draco spat. Crabbe and Goyle stopped laughing immediately and begged for forgiveness as Draco pushed them out the door. He slammed the Head Room door and sat back in his seat by the heater.
A knock sounded at the door to the office. The door opened a little just so Pettigrew's filthy little; beady black eyes could peep into the room.
"What is it Pettigrew?" Voldemort drawled. Pettigrew jumped with fright at not seeing Voldemort.
"M-m-m-Master." He stuttered.
"Get inside Pettigrew!" Voldemort yelled. Pettigrew flinched and scrambled into the room shutting the door firmly behind him.
"I – I have the girl Master." He said in his disgustingly wheezy voice.
"The Parkinson child? Bring her in."
"Yes Master." Pettigrew clicked his fingers and Pansy Parkinson's body instantly appeared crumpled up on the floor. Her arms and leg were bound with rope and a piece of material gagged her mouth. Voldemort walked over to her and levitated her body into an upright position with her feet dangling 30cm above the ground.
"Miss Parkinson…" Pansy wriggled and struggled, trying to scream and shout through the cloth in her mouth. Voldemort chuckled evilly and Pettigrew joined him only laughing because Voldemort was and having no idea why he was laughing. Suddenly with out warning, Voldemort's hand lashed out and whacked Pettigrew over the head.
"Get out!" Voldemort spat. Whimpering Pettigrew scrambled out of the room and closed the door. Voldemort waved his hand and the ropes binding Pansy disappeared. He walked over to her, lowered her onto the ground and gently removed the material in her mouth.
"Miss Parkinson… I'm so terribly sorry about the way my servant treated you." Pansy frowned whilst straightening out her robes and fixing her always-immaculate hair.
"You should be! He dragged me out of my home; I just got back from a hairdresser appointment. And now look!" Pointing to her hair and slowly losing her temper. "A pin has fallen out and one of the ringlets isn't curled correctly!" Pansy folded her arms and glared at Voldemort.
"Miss Parkinson; you do know who you are talking too…"
"Yes Lord Voldemort… I do. But frankly status went right out the window when I was tied up and gagged! My father is second in line to Mr Malfoy!" Voldemort smirked.
"You have great potential…" Pansy stopped frowning instantly. She flicked her hair seductively and smirked.
"Oh really?"
"Yes Miss Parkinson… you could go so far. If…" Voldemort trailed off. Pansy's eyes widened with shock and she leaned in closer.
"If..?" She asked getting slightly anxious.
"If you sat by my side… as my wife. My Wife and soon the Queen of the entire world. Everyone would bow down before you; everyone would know your name!" Voldemort lowered his voice to nearly a whisper. "You could get everything and anything you want…" Pansy looked his every Christmas and Birthday had come at once.
"Your wife…" She breathed.
"Yes…"
"Anything?" She breathed.
"Anything… my darling." Voldemort smirked; Pansy had fallen for the bait. Now he just had to reel her in. Pansy smirked and sidled up to Voldemort.
"I accept your proposition of marriage." Pansy said sliding her hands inside Voldemort's robes. Voldemort smirked down at her and stood still, allowing Pansy to feel as if she was in control. Slowly Pansy slid her hand into Voldemort pants. There was a knock at the door and Voldemort was about to pull away from Pansy and allow the person to enter the room. But Pansy wanted who ever was at the door to see her and the Dark Lord together. So before Voldemort could step away Pansy's lips latched onto Voldemort's and they engrossed themselves in an intimate kiss. The door opened whilst Pansy and Voldemort were sharing their extremely saliva filled kiss and Lucius, Pettigrew, Mr Parkinson and Mr Zambini entered the room. They all stopped in their tracks at the sight before them.
"L-Lord Voldemort…" Pettigrew stuttered. "V-visitors…" He muttered. Voldemort stopped in mid kiss. Luckily his back was to the door or Mr Parkinson would see what his daughter's hand was doing. Pansy pulled her hands away from Voldemort and wrapped them inside her coat.
"Father…" Pansy said as innocently as possible.
"Pansy, you should be at home..."
"Sweetheart, tell them our news." Pansy said cooingly to Voldemort. Lucius and Mr Zambini stood smirking as they figured out what was going on.
"Get out, the lot of you. I said I didn't want to be disturbed!"
"Sorry My Lord…" Lucius said slyly herding the crowd out the door. Once everyone left Voldemort turned back to Pansy.
"Darling, no one can know of our arrangement. Some one may try to harm you…" Voldemort mentally kicked himself for not coming up with something better. He didn't really want to marry Pansy, he just knew of her reputation.
"Harm me?" Pansy said truly worried, proving how naïve she really was. Voldemort sat down on the couch and pulled Pansy onto his lap.
"I need you to do something for me."
"Anything sweetie-pie." Voldemort shuddered at being called 'sweetie-pie'.
"When you get back to Hogwarts, I have a mission for you."
"Oh a mission! How exciting!" Pansy said nearly bouncing in his lap.
"Keep an eye of Draco. Follow his every move, I want you to report back to me everyday."
"Is Dracey-poos up to something naughty?" Pansy cooed delightfully.
"No, I want to make sure he is doing his mission." Pansy chuckled evilly.
"Oh you naughty boy…" Pansy said pushing Voldemort back onto the couch as she straddled him around his hips. "Now where were we?" Pansy asked mischievously.
"Hermione's been gone for too long. She might be in trouble, I'm going to go look for her." Harry had been sitting twiddling his thumbs and then pacing the small compartment ever since Hermione left with Draco.
"Harry, you're over reacting… she's probably fine."
"We all thought she was fine the other day in Diagon Alley, but she was being harassed by Malfoy!" Harry exploded at Ron.
"HARRY!" Ginny yelled, standing from her seat and glaring at Harry. "Apologise to Ron, he did nothing to deserve that." Harry sighed and ran his hand through his already messy hair.
"Sorry mate. I'm so uptight lately."
"You're telling me?" Ginny muttered as she sat back down next to her brother.
"I need to get some air…" Harry said turning towards the door.
"What are you going to do Harry? Jump out of the train?" Ginny asked sarcastically.
"No, I'm going for a walk along the train." Harry replied emotionlessly.
"Don't forget to look for Hermione whilst you're on your walk…" Harry ignored Ginny's final comment and left the compartment.
"Gin what's wrong with you today? Get up on the wrong side of the bed?" Ron asked.
"I don't know what is wrong with me Ron…" Ginny said her eyes filling with tears.
"Ginny…" Ron pulled his sister into a hug. "I've never seen anyone go through so many different moods in such a short time." Ginny laughed a little and then burst into tears on her brother's shoulder.
Harry ran into Hermione two carriages away from their compartment.
"Harry," Hermione smiled up at him. "What are you doing?"
"I was going for a walk…" Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay… so I was going down to check and see if you were okay." Hermione laughed a little and kissed Harry on the cheek.
"I'm here in one piece talking to you aren't I?" Hermione said grinning at him.
"Yeah," Harry said smiling at her. "Look I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have pushed you after what happened at Diagon Alley…" Hermione put her finger up to Harry's lips and silenced him.
"It's okay, I understand." Hermione kissed his lips gently, took his hand and led him back to their compartment.
//AN1- Looky! It's a chappy! Woot! Yes uhm… what'd you think? Like it? Is it going the way you expected? Do you like the whole new Slut-Pansy? Is she too slutty? Did it make you gag when she was all over Voldemort who is like ancient? (I was near gagging shudders) Was Crabbe and Goyle interrupting Hermione and Draco a little too random? Please answer in your review… if you're nice enough to review grins //
//AN2- dances around I didn't leave you hanging for once! LOOK!!! Re-read that last paragraph! No cliffhangers there!! frolicks NEW RECORD Woah… that has to be the shortest chappy I've written in this entire story! NEW RECORD
//AN3- Okay from about this chapter onwards my story starts to live up to its R rating… so be prepared. You'd get abit of a shock if you were reading "And the little pony's were jumping around playing amongst the daisies…" and then you turned the page and read… "SEX! DICK! SEX!" You'd be a little freaked out… So that's why I'm warning you… //
//AN4- Awwwww guys…. My story is coming to an end… Well to you it may not be but it is for me coz im writing a few chappies ahead. There's about 5 more chappies before it ends. cries BUT!!!! All is good… I'm getting ideas for a sequel… Do you think there should be a sequel? Review and tell me coz I want to write one… but then it might spoil this story, there is nothing I hate more then a sequel to a movie. It just ruins the original. But it's up to the readers coz I aint gonna write it if you aint gonna read it, catch my drift? //