Author's Note: Wow 10 new comments in one day. Go me. Yes, I know they are out of character, but look at what I put above. This is my story and I'm gonna finish it one way or the other. I am still confused about some parts. And that's sad because I wrote it with one idea in mind and now, three years later, I have to finish it with another. Mand I wish those chapters hadn't have gotten deleted! I used to be a good writer once upon a time, but over the years I have lost it. Just wait until my next story...
Until then...enjoy...
Chapter 11: Tied-Up Conversations That are Meaningful
He hit me! That jerk hit me in the face and I fell to the ground! I was so much in shock that I couldn't move. Before I had time to register what happened, I was tied up in the chair with my hands behind my back. I tried to look and see where the other Draco was because I didn't understand what was going on. I was absolutely sure the one I was talking to was the fake...
"I'm sorry it has to be like this." I heard someone say. Everything was still a bit foggy. "But you should have never figured it out or none of this would have happened."
That's when he stepped out of the shadows on the left side of me with an mean look on his face. The imposter who has been fooling me all this time. The one who has caused me so much pain, literally and physically. He must have taken "you always hurt the ones you love" a little bit too seriously.
I looked around and found that I was in the middle of the room on my side of the line. My back was turned to the door and I still couldn't find the real Draco. Then I felt someone's fingers gently grab my right hand. I tried to turn my head to see but I couldn't. Then I heard him whisper, "It's going to be alright." There he was. Unfortunately he was tied up behind me in another chair.
"You two make a really cute couple. You really do." the Fakco taunted.
"Enough with all this small talk," I managed to blurt out."Who are you and what do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"No! Please enlighten us or just kill us now." I said.
"Kill you? I would never dream of killing YOU my dear. But Draco on the other hand...that's my plan."
"Who are you? At least have the decency of letting me know who you are before you kill me!" Draco piped up.
"I'm the one who's going to take over your life. The one who will bask in your family's wealth and be with any beautiful girl I want and live the life I deserve." Fakco explained.
"But there's a little flaw in your plan." I said.
"Really, and what's that?"
"Your using the polyjuice potion. If you kill him, you won't be able to use his hair to make more." I said.
"polujuice potion? Whoever said I was using a polujuice potion? That's far to easy to be caught doing. Don't you remember that little incident in our fourth year?" he said.
"Then what are you using?" I asked.
"A very powerful spell I had to go great lengths to do. It lasts as long as I want it too and I can take it off any time." he informed us. How was this possible? I knew every spell in the book and I've never heard of one that let's you be someone else.
"OK I'm getting sick of this!" Draco exclaimed. "My father will see right through you!"
"I don't have time for this. I have some things to attend to." Fakco said. Without waiting for a moment, he left out the door and left us there.
"What are we going to do?" I asked.
"I don't know, but I do have one question...WHY IN THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU HIT ME OVER THE HEAD AND LET THAT MONGOOSE GO?" he yelled.
"I thought YOU were the fake!" I exclaimed. "All the signs were there!"
"Like what?"
"Well for starters, you didn't care about interrogating your imposter."
"I was serious when I said I didn't want to have to beat my own face in." Still conceited.
"Well...you were rambling about Harry and how he talks about me behind my back."
"He does. I overheard him and the Weasel after the match talking about how you were too uptight to give it up so quickly. I also heard Potter in the library talking to Dean about how Ginny was his true love and he doesn't want her to get hurt so he figured you were the next best thing. It was childish really. It's all an act. He plays like he's this nice little boy who lived all the time, but when it comes down to it, he's just a 17 year old boy with raging hormones like everyone else."
I didn't know how to respond to that. Was he lieing? He had to be. Harry would never say those things about me and I thought he was over Ginny. Oh my gosh. Ginny! I completely forgot about how much she loved Harry. I figured since she was with Neville...I don't have time for this!
"We have to get out of here!"
"Don't try to change the subject." he said sternly.
"We're going to talk about this now." Yeah, that was Malfoy. Only caring about himself in a time of danger.
"Ok fine. But I have one more question." I waited for him to say something, but it was only silence. So I moved on.
"You said that our first kiss was in the hallway, when you know good and well it was in the train compartment"
He was still silent. After a few moments he spoke softly.
"I meant our first real kiss. When you kissed me willingly and not out of our hate-lust thing. The one that meant the most. I felt a connection...it was pure and meaningful. I couldn't stop thinking about it for days. I've wanted you for so long but all these rules and regulations have kept us apart. The mere thought of you being with Harry and knowing that he still loved Ginny and was using you made me so mad, but I thought if I told you you wouldn't believe me. And do the anger built up and I took it out on you instead."
I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry so hard, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. This boy that I have hated for so long has fallen for me and the two boys I thought I could trust the most have turned their backs. I lost Ginny to Neville and it's not like I fit in with anyone else around here. I never noticed how lonely I was and...I guess since Malfoy was always around, I took my anger out on him. Plus he was being a git too.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Taking my frustrations out on you too. We are both smart and talented and we could have been learning from and taking care of each other all this time, but we were both too stubborn to notice."
I couldn't believe this was happened. Me and Malfoy were actually having a conversation...about US. It was unheard of. We grew up hating each other. I'm still perplexed by it to this day.
"Hermione." he said.
"Huh?"
"I like you. A lot. And I'm not letting that imposter take over my life!" his tone changed. It became serious again. "We have t get out of here now. Look for something, anything."
I looked around. The knife was still on the floor where I had cut the Fakco loose, but it was too far out of reach. I'm surprised he didn't pick it up. I didn't see anything around and my mind started to wonder. Why is he keeping us tied up like this? He must be really twisted. Maybe he doesn't have a plan and doesn't know what to do with us. And where did he go?
"I'm going to try to hop over to that knife." I told him. I tried, but the chair didn't move. The legs of our chairs were tied together.
"Ok this is what we're going to have to do. You're going to have to untie me." Draco said.
"Really? How?" I asked sarcastically.
"Just reach a little further behind you and try to untie my hands."
Duh. Why didn't I think of that. That idiot imposter put us back to back with our hands tied behind us like a moron, not knowing that one could untie the other. I would have at least tied their arms to the arm rests...
"I almost got it..." ZAP! It was like a jolt of lightening hit me. I was thrown across the room, still tied to the chair, and fell on my side. It hurt badly. Guess the guy wasn't a moron...or was he? The zap had thrown me toward the knife and I was mere inches from it. The legs of our chairs broke off and caused Draco to fall backwards.
"Way. to. go." he said calmly.
Without replying, with all my might I turned around and managed to grab the knife...and cut myself loose. That doesn't make sense, why would we not be able to untie the ropes, but be able to cut them loose? I finished getting them off me and examined the knife. It was special. It had engravings on the sides that I hadn't noticed before. Why would he just leave this lying around? Idiot.
"Still on the floor." Draco piped up. I ran over to him and cut him free. He hugged me so hard I couldn't breathe.
"Can't breathe." I gasped.
"Sorry." he said. Then he let go and looked into my dark brown eyes with his luminous grey ones. He kissed me softly. It was magical. I didn't want to end the moment but I had to remind him that we, and no telling how many others, were in danger. So I stopped him.
"We have to go." I said.
He kissed me again.
"Draco, please. We really need to find this guy and take him out."
"I just wanted to make sure that the first one wasn't an illusion. I've dreamed of kissing you like that so much, I wasn't sure..." his voice trailed off.
"It was real." I said. He smiled a little.
After we checked our robes for our wands, we found that they weren't on us. We figured the Fakco had them so we headed for the door. Just as he reached for the knob it opened and we were blast backwards...again. By this time I was so tired of falling...
"Where do you think you are going?" we heard a voice say.
Author's Note: There you have it. Another cliff hanger. Don'tcha just love them? I'm still not quite sure where the story is going, but I'm sure you won't believe who the Fakco is. Like that word? It was easier to call him that than the fake Draco or imposter all the time. Keep in mind I wrote this before the 6th book came out so I decided to add that Ginny bit in there. My story doesn't really go with it though, but oh well. I'm just trynna get it done as soon as possible so I can start another one. Any comments or suggestions for a new story plot or even for this one would be mucho appreciated.