Cold Summer
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Index:
"……" –– talking
'……'–– thinking
(AN:……) –– Author's Notes
Chapter Two – The Lost Portkey
"Malfoy! Why am I at your house?" Hermione said surprisedly.
"Oh, shouldn't I be asking you of this?" Draco smirks coldly, looking around, "Where is your Saint Potter and the moneyless redheaded fool? Did they not come with you? But really, I'm curious as to how you got past my manor's front door."
Hermione touched the necklace unconsciously, draws in a deep breath and started speaking again while trying to keep her voice calm, "I think there is some misunderstanding. Someone gave me a present and I didn't know that it was a portkey to your house. I know I'm not welcomed here, so I should just go."
Draco looks at the necklace and his eyes squinted. "Why do you have it? It belongs to Mother!" He takes a hasty step forward, holds out his hand to grab the necklack.
Hermione was intimidated by Draco's sudden move so she backed up a step and glared at him with a flushed face.
Draco redraws his hand, looks down on her, and says with a cold smirk. "What did you think I was going to do to a little mudblood like you? I just wanted to take back what belongs to my family."
Hermione stared at him, eyes full of rage. "You damned ferret! Let me leave and I'll give it back to you. You think I like wearing something that belongs to a Death Eater?"
Draco's pale face is beginning to twist. He scowls, "I've said before, I will make yu pay for what you did to my father!" Suddently, a look of evilness flashed across his face. "Oh, you came at such a good time, Granger!" A proud smile surfaces. "If you are captured, your dear Potter would definitely come to save you, right?"
Hermione's heart froze, Draco already took out his wand to point at her.
"Petrificus Totalus." Draco said lightly, and Hermione fell in front of him and lost consciousness.
A ray of sunlight shines on Hermione's face as she is waking up. Her hands and feet are cold yet her head is burning like Hell and it is not a good feeling. She opened her eyes with great difficulty, but all she sees is dark green. First the dark green patterned carpet, then something that resembles a bed. In front of the bed is a pair of man's feet in black boots and as her eyes move upwards, a Draco Malfoy appears before her in black robes sitting on the bed and looking down on her.
Hurridly, she tries to get up, but finds out, sadly, that her hands and feet are tied together.
"Where is this?" She huffs madly.
"My bedroom. How is it? Slept pretty well, huh, Granger? I think my carpet is way warmer than Weasley's bed, right?" Draco said coldly, "I was thinking, should I give you to my Father or the Dark Lord."
A cold laughter escaped Hermione's mouth.
"What are you laughing at!"
"Do you really think Harry would come to save me?" Hermione looks at him funnily, "Harry and I are just friends. If you do this, it'll probably just get the Aurors and Professon Dumbledore here and send your dad back to Azkaban. Or even defeat You Know Who and his Death Eaters once and for all." Even though Hermione is saying this, she is deeply worried inside. She knows, Harry and Ron are the kind of people who would risk their life for friends. She needs to find a way to convince Malfoy, or to run away.
Draco made a noicse, walkes over to the window and looks outside. "They are probably busy fighting against the Dementors. Oh, right! Some Giants are on the move as well, enough for Dumb-odor and th easses in the Ministry to worry about." He turns around and bends down in front of Hermione. Smirking evilly, he says. "Your dear Potter, that Scarhead idiot, will definitely come to save you. Harry Potter will be my present to the Dark Lord."
"And what will he give you?" Hermione stares at him hard with hatred. "A darmark that's a million time uglier than Harry 's scar? Or making you forever his slave, dog, and give you an "Avada Kedavra" when you are useless? That is all he'll give you in return!" Hermione can feel her head pounding. She wasn't cured of her flu and it is acting up again.
Draco paused, then a proud look appeared on his pale yet handsome face. "The Dark Lord will give me power! The Malfoy family would never be anyone's slave!"
"Hahaha..." Hermione laughed despite her headache. "Isn't your father the most "faithful" servant of You Know Who? Power? He will only give himself power! If you become his slave, you will be foreer bound or be killed!" Hermione's headache is getting worse. After struggling to finish what she was saying, her body gave out.
Draco's lips quivered a little, but his didn't utter a thing, although his face begins to twist of rage.
The sound of horses and carriage wheels comes from outside the window, Draco stands to see what's going on and starts panicking immediately. He runs to where Hermione is and starts pushing her under his bed while muttering softly. "My mother is baqck. If you want to live, stay under there and don't make a sound. If she sees a mudblood in my room like this, I'll get in trouble as well..."
Draco's door is being knocked. "Draco, open up!" Mrs. Malfoy's shaky voice came in.
"Coming, mother!" Draco looks back to the bed, making sure that Hermione will not be seen and hurries to open the door.
"Oh, Draco! How have you been for the days I've been gone?" She asked.
"I'm alright." Draco is confused about his mother's unsettlement. "Oh right, when is dad coming back? I know he escaped Azkaban two days ago! Isn't he supposed to be back today?"
Narcissa looks at her sun's hopeful face, sighs and nods her head, takes Draco's hand and sits down on the bed.
"So Lucius Malfoy and the other Death Eaters really got out?" Hermione's heart sunk.
"Your dad is comingback tonight. He was supposed to be back last night, but the crazy houself Kreacher lost the portkey. You know, a Malfoy manor portkey isn't that easy to make, but, now I think this is a good thing." Narcissa looks lovingly at her son, yet her eyes clouds over with sadness and worry.
Hermione looks down to her chest, the necklace is still there.
"Draco, promise mom, you will listen to me this time." Narcissa said to her son sternly.
"What's wrong, mom?" Draco is confused. Father is coming back, why is mom so unhappy?
"From now on, do not step out of your room and don't make any noise! No matter what you hear, do not come out! Promise me!" Narcissa hurriedly loowers her voice.
"But, why?"
"Tonight, not just your dad is coming back, there is also... the Dark Lork." Narcissa said darkly, "I received your father's letter this morning, he especially said that you should wait for him at home."
"Oh, that means I can meet the Dark Lord! I do..." Draco thinks of his plan of using Hermione to make Harry Potter come to the Dark Lord and is excited.
"You can't see him, Draco!" Narcissa stopped him sharply. She put her hands on his shoulder to look at his confused eyes, "I have a really bad feeling, Draco. You cannot see him, so you must hide! I don't want you to walk the way we ded. After selling ourselves to him, our lives are finished, there is no turning back!"
Draco's heart shakes, why would there be two people saying the same things today? Before now, there was always a voice in his heart saying, "Follow the Dark Lord! Don't you want to prove yourself? Don't you want to defeat Potter? He can give you great power. Look, even your dear Father is his loyal follower!" But today, he starts to feel that being the Dark Lord's follower seems to be not as good as he thinks. He is not so sure anymore.
"Draco, promise me!" Narcissa shakes his shoulders, looks at him them out the window. "There is not much time, I need to leave for another movement. Promise me, do not come out! I'm going to put a spell on your foom, if you don't come out yourself, no one can find you."
Under his mother's worried eyes, Draco finally nods.
Narcissa sighs, hugs him again, kisses his forhead, then left his room quickly, and locked the door.
When the sound of carriage disappears downstairs, Draco remembers that Hermione is still under his bed. Quickly, he drags her out.
"Your mother is right," Hermione's voice is so soft. She heard their conversation. "Following the Dark Lord... is not a good idea... give up that childish idea..." She feels waves of coldness and she knows that she's burning up again. She is really hungry, starving even, but even if she needs to use all of her energy, she will stop this evil Malfoy's plan to hurt her friends.
Draco looks down coldly at her, she seems sick, the image of her hands tied in the back actually makes him sympathetic. He touched her forehead with his finger and retracted it quickly. It is really hot.
"Yes, I'm sick. You'd better let me go, "Noble" Mr. Malfoy. Your mom definitely wouldn't want you catching a muggle disease and burn up like coal, right?" Hermione said.
"I will not let you go!" Draco said coldly, pronouncing each syllable clearly as the evil smirk comes back to his face. "No one can leave this room right now, didn't you hear?"
I'm soooooooooooooooooooo sorry about the huge hold off but I've been very busy with school work and all that I didn't get any time to put up the parts that I have written... I'm sorry? - Please forgive me! TT
