A REAL TREAT TODAY: EXTRA LONG CHAPTER:D ENJOY!
Their Anthem and Our Anthem
Chapter Four
Recap:
He slowly raised his eyes to his father, who was still smiling. "That was cool," was all he could say.
Lucius laughed and turned to Narcissa, who was looking at him expectantly.
Lucius rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. "Now we can talk."
"Okay, boy," Lucius said, in a lower tone. "That girl is the daughter of your Potions Master and fellow death eater of mine, Severus Snape."
Draco's jaw dropped and his eyes got so big it looked as if they would pop right out.
Draco shook his head a couple times and tapped one of his ears. "Did I hear you right, father?"
Lucius frowned. "This is no joke, boy."
Draco frowned back at him. "I'm not joking, father. I am merely asking you a question."
Lucius slapped his face, making it go unbearably red. Draco looked away, blocking out the pain.
"Do not back talk to me, boy. You should know better than that," his father spat at him.
Draco lifted his eyes to meet his bastard of a father's. "I apologize," he muttered, lowering his eyes again.
Lucius seemed satisfied with his reaction and sat back in his seat again.
Draco spared a glance at his mother, who was pale and looking out the stain glass window on her left, obviously pretending not to be listening to their conversation.
Draco suddenly once again became his cool, calm, and collected self and sat back and stared at his father.
"Now, that we can all hear each other," Lucius said sarcastically, "I can continue," he cleared his throat loudly, which brought Narcissa to turn back to the men, "That girl," he pointed a round, bony finger at the still-unconscious Hermione, "is the daughter of Severus and a pureblood at that."
At this, Draco nearly fell out of his seat. He had honestly forgotten that since Hermione was Snape's daughter, she wouldn't be a mudblood.
'Shit,' he swore inside his furiously working mind, 'I can't call her mudblood anymore and when she finds out (I wonder if she is going to find out, cause father said she'd have to guess, but wouldn't Snape want to see her again…) she's going to give me the hell of a payback…'
Lucius watched his son's facial expressions, which were quite humorous considering the information now reveled.
When Draco's mind had come back to reality, he found his father's voice to be unpleasantly cold.
"Severus Snape is dead, son."
O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-
Her eyelids flickered open as the sunlight flooded her dreams.
'What the hell?' she thought, silently, rubbing her groggy eyes with the back of her hands and slowly sitting up on – a bed? Her memories came flooding back to her and she groaned.
Her eyes widened before she shook her head a couple times after seeing the room surrounding her. It was a very nice, expensive looking room with a lot of expensive looking furniture in it.
"Why would they give such a nice room to me?" Hermione spoke her thoughts aloud.
The bed that she was sitting in had a green and silver comforter and was obviously a king size bed. There was a marble fireplace on the wall across the bed that had a large sofa in front of it and two armchairs on either side of the fireplace – all accordingly in the colors silver and green.
On the walls there were big pictures of moving things – such as the quite old man on Hermione's left and the flying black owl on her right.
Pulling back the comforter, and setting her feet on the fuzzy carpet, Hermione stood up, still looking at awe in the room before her.
Walking around the bed, she found herself standing before a mahogany desk with parchment, quills and ink.
Smiling, she thought 'I can write Harry and Ron and get them to help get me out of here!'
She had already sat down and grabbed a quill before she realized that she had no owl. "Shit," she muttered, under her breath, before grabbing a piece of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink and running to the set of black double doors.
Pulling on the handles, she was shocked once again to see that the doors were unlocked! Smirking and feeling as sneaky as she looked, she quietly pulled the door open and slid through the small opening and closing it again, so it looked like she was still in there.
Seeing that her room lined a large hallway with lots of paintings and expensive art sculptures, she looked both ways before deciding to go right.
Tiptoeing quite quickly down the hall, Hermione made no noise. She came to another hallway, and once again made the decision to go right. She might as well keep going toward what looked like one side of the house.
Seeing a big window at the end of this hall, Hermione broke out into a run. Reaching it, she gasped.
Even though she was three floors up, she could still see how colorful and beautiful it was! Right below the window, there was an entrance to a garden, a quite large garden at that. There was what looked like millions of flowers, all so pretty and in bloom. Though Hermione didn't want to, she smiled. They were so stunning that she didn't want to move. At the entrance to the garden, there was a white archway that had vines and roses growing on it.
Finally after a few minutes of just staring at the magnificent garden, Hermione came to her senses. Seeing that the sun was rising right above the garden, Hermione knew that she was facing east.
Turning on her heel, Hermione went back down the same hallway, thinking and hoping that the owlery would be on the North end of the manor.
Reaching a hallway that went right, she followed it and for about a minute walked in complete silence.
Suddenly her ears picked up something – a buzzing – no, voices. Two of them. Hermione strained her ears to listen and kept slowly and silently moving forward with small steps.
The voices were clearer now and she heard footsteps. Gasping, she jumped behind a big statue of a giant, who had a big piece of wood in its hands. Kneeling down, she hoped and prayed that whoever it was wouldn't see her.
Whimpering slightly as the footsteps became louder and louder, Hermione took a risk and glanced from behind the giant to see Malfoy Senior stalking down the hallway towards her, his cloak billowing out behind him. The look on his face told Hermione at once that he had been one of the people yelling. His eyes were dark and unblinking and his usually too-pale face was light red in his cheeks.
Too busy thinking his thoughts, he didn't see her as she once again ducked into the shadow of the overlarge man.
When he had turned the right corner, Hermione slowly waited for anymore noise to come.
Just as she was halfway out from behind the statue, Mrs. Malfoy, came out of the same set of double doors that Lucius had come from. Hermione plunged behind the giant once again.
She was so preoccupied by sniffling and wiping away her tears, that she didn't even bother to look at the statue – or Hermione.
Once Narcissa too had turned out of sight, Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding.
She had obviously been wrong about it being in the North end – this was obviously Draco's parents quarters.
Glancing behind her, Hermione made a quick dash out from behind the piece of art and quickly sticking her head to she knowing was coming from the right, she turned left and tripped over something small and short.
O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-
"TROPY! HURRY UP WITH THE FOOD!"
Draco sighed. His parents had just gotten into another one of there big fights and there were both in bad moods, especially his father.
"DAMN IT! TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!"
Raising an eyebrow at his father's outrage at the whimpering house elf, he rolled his eyes.
Tropy bowed as low as he could muster and Draco noticed a small tear coming out the side the poor creature's eye. In that moment, Draco actually pitied the little elf, but then again – it was partly it's fault that his father had yelled at him. But then again, Draco was sure that even if Tropy hadn't done a thing wrong, his father would have still raised his voice.
Instead his thoughts went to Granger, the little know-it-all. He now knew why she was here and he wondered what her reaction would be like – he secretly couldn't wait, it would be quite humorous, especially since there is no way what-so-ever out of it. It was either do it or die.
Draco shuddered at that thought. He didn't want to die, but seeing Granger die might be quite fun – even though she was a pureblood. He still thought of her as the bookworm, know-it-all, bushy haired, mudblood, top student of Hogwarts (he remembered his father's face when Lucius had found out that a mudblood had beaten his son), Pothead and Weasel's best friend and one third of the Golden Trio.
In his mind, he knew that she and him would have to overcome all of their years at Hogwarts together – otherwise they would never survive as – he gulped – husband and wife.
Author's Note: Hey You Wonderful People:) Thank you again for reading my story! It means a lot to me!
THANKS TO ALL OF THE REVIEWERS!
-Llamabalooza
-Apple Bottoms
-Swtndreamypnay
-Then Kat Said
-JUCHKO
-Venuste
-Hermione-Granger-420
-DevilishAngel01
-xoKaSsIeox
THANKS AGAIN!
In the Next Chapter:
-Find Out Why Professor Snape is Dead
-Hermione Finds Out Why She Was Taken
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT HERMIONE LOOKING DIFFERENT AND ABOUT SNAPE BEING HER DAD! NO FLAMES,
PLEASE – JUST CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM – THANKS:D
I'll Update Soon!
PLEASE REVIEW!
-Angel12345