Chapter 6: 'Do you love me?'

"Him. The Lord."

"Oh."

Snape pushed through and when he got there, he just stopped. "Oh, god." His face turned all white. Almost as pale as Draco's. "What happened!"

The seventh year next to Draco stood forward. "It was The Dark Lord."

"But, he shouldn't be able to get in. Potter's in danger." He ran up the stairs and was obviously off to see Dumbledore.

"What do we do with him?" ((The seventh year.))

"First off, tell me what happened!"

"Well, the Dark Lord came in, and pulled out his wand. He's like 'Where is the Malfoy boy?' And Goyle wouldn't turn you in. He kept asking and asking and Goyle wouldn't say. He absolutely refused and then HE pointed his wand at his head and muttered an unforgivable curse."

Draco looked at the other boy in disbelief. He turned his head to look at Goyle. One of his loyal friends and very helpful lackey's had been killed because of him. Why did He want him anyway.

Suddenly, with a shock of horror, a memory came flashing into his mind. It was when Ron had been beating the crap out of him.

"This better be worth it." Ron muttered as he punched Malfoy in the face. "He'd better not be lying." punch "God, Malfoy's face is hard." punch "Voldemort better pay up. If Hermione finds out, she'll never love me."punch "Crap! That one hurt."Punch "God! That should be enough."Punch "Voldemort if this don't work I will personally have Harry kill you. Maybe one more."Punch

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Draco stood up and ran out the door. He ran to Dumbledore's office. He didn't know the password so he just stood there yelling, "Dumbledore! DUMBLEDORE! DUMBLEDOOOOOOOOORE!" Suddenly, the gargoyle started moving and a staircase came up. Draco stood on the top step and rode up. When he got up there, Albus was waiting for him.

"Yes, Draco?"

"Um, where'd you get the pensieve?"

"Why?"

"Because I have to show Hermione something."

"Show her what, exactly?"

"Um, I don't think you wanna know."

"Really? That just makes me want to hear it more. You know how I love juicy gossip."

"But, sir…."

"Step in to my office."

Draco walked in. He'd never been there before. He couldn't help admiring it.

"Now, Draco. What do you need a pensieve for?"

"I told you, to show Hermione something"

"Yes, but what?"

"Well, you see, Ron kinda beat me up and Hermione didn't believe me and believed him and dumped me and I think she's going out with Ron now, so I have to show her and while he was beating me up, he said something about making a deal with The Dark Lord and now Goyle is dead and people said it was The Dark Lord who killed him and I have to show Hermione that Weasel is an idiotic traitor to EVERYONE and, well, yeah that's it." Draco breathed heavily. (( He had said that all in like 2-3 breaths.))

"Wow, wow, wow, what?"

"Please don't make me say it again."

"Let me get this straight. Ronald Weasly, the Gryffindor, made a deal with Voldemort AND beat YOU up?"

"Yeah. And it's not that funny!"

"Actually it kinda is." Albus keeled over laughing.

"Glad to see you have a sense of humor. Now, where do I get the pensieve?"

"Oh, no need. Come."

Draco followed Albus into the back room.

Albus walked over to a desk and opened the drawer. He took out a vile. "Just go to Hermione and take 1 drop. JUST! ONE! DROP! And she can ask you all the questions she wants. Be sure to lay down some guidelines first."

"Thank you sir." Draco took the vile and ran down the stairs 4 at a time.

He whipped out his Marauders Map that he stole from the Weasels. He found Hermione. In the library of course.

He ran and when he got there, she had left already. The Map said she was heading down the hall around the corner. He had just missed her. He ran and when he rounded the corner, she was just turning the next one. He ran and finally caught her. He grabbed her wrist and she turned around.

"We need to talk." He said. "Let's go somewhere private." He led her to a place you could only get to if you took the right sequence of stairs.

"Malfoy, what do you want?" Draco cringed. They were back to last name basis. Well, she was.

"Hermione, Ron did beat me up. Now if you asked me these questions when I was 'here' I would exaggerate." He took out a piece of paper and scrawled down some questions. He took out the vile. "Now, I'm gonna take a drop of this and you ask me these questions. Only these questions! And ALL of these questions. Record the answers. I would like to know the truth, too."

He handed her the paper and opened the vile.

Hermione looked down the list. She gasped at the last question. Draco had scrawled out, 'Do you love me?'

"Draco, I don't know about this." But he had already taken the dose.

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