A/N: I know it's been awhile. I've been a bit busy. School really really sucks right now. ( Not like you care. anyhoo on with the fic hope you enjoy!)
Chapter 12: Nature of the Draconian
This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Hermione was my friend. Why would she wish to hurt me? What have I done to deserve her hatred? Harry lay upon his bed staring blankly into space. Ron, equally shocked at the brunettes' ruthlessness, stood beside him silently staring at his still shaking hands.
"Ron"," a gentle voice pulled him from his fearful shame. "Do you think I could do it?" Harry asked eyes riveted above him. Confused Ron turned to look at him.
"Do what mate,"
"Kill him. Kill Voldemort," Harry whispered looking into Ron's eyes.
"Sure mate. You'll squash that freak no problem,"
"What makes you so sure," Harry asked gazing searchingly into Ron's eyes.
"I trust ya mate. You've got a great heart and you're powerful, especially now that Malfoy's turned you. I'm not too worried. You've got more power than you give yourself credit for," Ron answered.
"But, Ron look at me,"
"I am,"
" I'm weak Ron. I've been abused by muggles for most of my life. Muggles Ron not wizards. Then I became victimized because of a witch. She almost killed me Ron. How am I supposed to defeat the most powerful wizard in existence when I can't even defend myself against a muggle and a seventeen year old girl," Harry sighed.
"Awww, mate that doesn't count," Ron sighed waving off his friends uncertainty.
"What? I don't understand,"
" Doesn't count. First of all, the first ten years of your life you didn't even know you were a wizard. After that, Vernon could hold the fact that you were underage over your head. Besides you could have defeated Hermione, you simply chose not to. Well except for that time you set her on fire. That was awesome mate," Ron exalted.
"But. I…"
"Harry, ture power is not how many people you defeat. It's how you deal with the power you've been given," Ron answered.
"I…I…,"Harry stuttered.
"Ah, don't worry about mate. You've got time. I'd be more worried about what Malfoy's doing to Hermione right now than some crackpot power crazed lunatic," Monie..
Room of Requirement
Red, the color of her vision. Bound gagged, and nailed to a splintered cross monie glared at the Vampire through blood-covered lashes. The infidel had even gone as far as to Jam a crown of thorns into her head.
"What ever shall I do with you? I could simply decapitate you. Nah, that would be far too swift, far too easy. You're worth a far more painful death than that.
"Nice to know you hold me in such high esteem Malfoy," the witch spat straining futily against her bonds.
"Hark, she speaks," Draco snarled.
"I may be down for now, but mark my words bloodsucker. You will pay," Hermione growled.
"You want out of those bonds don't you? You want to break free and destroy me. Well here's your chance" in an instant, Draco slashed his wrist. In a cruel and vicious slash, he brought the bleeding wound slapping along the slayers mouth. Surprised Hermione didn't even have time to forget to swallow.
"You-ah…eh," her body began to convulse as the small amount of Vampire blood began systematically destroying her blood. She would only be a ghoul now. This she knew for the amount of blood she'd ingested was small.
"See, just like they always say. Be careful what you wish for," Draco growled eyeing the now undead ghoul. Wailing and wraithing it wildly pulled itself from the wooden crucifix, ripping gapping holes in its hands and feet as it went. Weaving as though drunk it came at him clawed and decayed hands outstretched in a last effort to destroy him. Unconcerned Malfoy locked eyes with the deformed slayer.
"Stop," he commanded. As a marionette on a string the ex-slayer ghoul jolted to a halt, an angry snarl twisting its swiftly decaying features.
"Ah, don't be that way. At least I did not kill you. Don't you want to be alive anymore," Draco reasoned, an insane fire setting his silver eyes ablaze. This was what he lived for, the hunt, the kill, the chaos, and the smell of the blood of his enemy.
"Coarse you don't talk much now. You can't really. Not unless I let you, which probably won't be often," Draco whispered a laugh rumbling deep within his chest. Tossing restraint to the wind, he threw his head back and laughed the humor of the insane. Silently the ghoul looked on.
Harry and Draco's Room
35…..
36…., Ron counted Harry's nervous pacing across the floor.
40….
41…, Kay! Would you stop it?" Ron yelled quite anooyed and finished with his friends behavior.
"What? Oh, sorry Ron. I'm just, its just I'm worried about him," Harry whined.
"Then go look" Ron said.
"Are you sure it'd –"
"Harry, you're the most powerful being since Merlin now go," Ron yelled.
"Ron," Harry said reaching the door.
"Yes,"
"Thanks,"
Room of Requirement
Draco was shaken from his crazed amusement by the opening of a door.
"Draco?"
"Harry…I can explain"
"How, how could you,"
TBC…
