Thank you all ye faithful reviewers! Im going to try to update daily (or even twice daily) because im only going to stay with two or three stories until i finish them. And to Taintless (thank you for reading!) Dont worry, Ill explain why she could not do that in the prison and how she could do it without a wand. Enjoy...
Hermione did not think, she just ran as though her life depended on it (though it probably did), she could hear Percy screaming out for Master Malfoy, and she shuddered. How could he be so cruel as to turn to the dark side?
Dismissing the thought she traveled through the hallways rampantly, unconsciously recalling the fact that she had been here before. It was definitely Hogwarts. As she ran through what used to be the Charms Corridor she felt a light sinking feeling in her stomach...Malfoy is angry.
Hermione hated the connection she shared with him, though in prison she had been too malnourished to notice it or even care. She could tell that he had performed a spell on her to heal her from the wounds and scars that she suffered, and one to fill the bottomless pit of a stomach that had not been satisfied in over a year.
She, Harry and Ron had perfected a syrum in the end of seventh year right before Malfoy's betrayal where they would be able to (with enough anger, fear and nourishment) kill more than one people without the use of a wand. Of course if the attackers were not wandless they could deflect the curse, but it was usually effective enough to surprise them.
In the prison cell where she was inhabited in the beginning of her capture of course she attempted the curse...several times, but in vain. Her chambers were blocked off against and Muggle-born magic (how they accomplished this she would never know) and after weeks of being abused she no longer possessed the strength to accomplish such a thing. Thank you, Malfoy. She thought to herself, glad that she was no longer a weakling.
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"WHERE IS SHE!" The usually eery calm voice of Draco Malfoy barked, Weasley almost thrown against the wall at the sound of him.
"I don't know, sir. Try a locating spell." He mumbled in reply. Percy was always great in school and knew all of the required spells, hoping that one of these would save him from death.
"I've tried but Her...Granger is too smart for that. With her wand she could have performed various protection spells! There are too many exits to cover them all..." His voice was lost as he considered the options. He knew Hermione and knew what she was like. Where would she go...
"Which way did she turn, Weasley?" Malfoy sneered, remembering the other tall red-haired coward who bore the same name. Percy pointed too his left, too afraid for his life to speak any further. Ignoring him Malfoy raced down the hallway, positive where she would be heading.
"Charms Corridor..." He mumbled as he traveled the familiar route, remembering all the times he and his cronies sneered at Gryffindors and Mudbloods in these halls, all those lost memories. As Malfoy past the statue of Sir Himsy-Toital the second he recalled when he and Hermione had hidden behind it when Filch was scouring the corridors for students out of bed. It was the first time that they kissed...he could have stayed behind that small, obnoxious statue all night...
Enough reminiscing, he scolded himself. He would have her again, no matter what. But to be with her, to hold her, she would have to be found. If she escaped into the open God only knows what would happen. She would most likely be instantly found by her gallant friends and taken under their wings, never to see him again. The mere thought made him bubble with rage and anger. No, they will not have her. He assured himself, hoping that it was true. With a sly smile he continued to run down the hallway. She will be mine once more.
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"Alohamora" She hissed, listening to the calming click of the Charm's door. If this was her chance to escape, she would take it.
With agility she sprinted into the classroom, locking the door behind her, pushing some remaining books and chairs against the door in fear that a Death Eater or worse...Malfoy would find her here.
Hermione leant all of her weight onto the window, but it would not budge. "Alohamora," She said again, this time in less of a hiss and more of a command. Percy's wand, though not quite as good as hers, was still decent, but the window did not budge.
Despite her fear of being apprehended she gently picked up a book called Charms for Children that was lying idly by and broke the window with it after perfroming a silencing charm in hopes that no one outside would hear the earshattering sound of breaking glass. She was successful.
Hoisting her body up she climbed out the window, letting her body drop the many stories to the grass...she was mere feet off the ground before she muttered a charm to make her land on her feet, unscathed.
She said the same charm that Mad Eye had used on Harry to help her blend into her environment. I can see Harry and Ron...again! She tried to mute her joy, secretly wondering if Malfoy had ever become an Occlumens. He would have been talented...
Dismissing the thoughts of Dra...Malfoy, she crawled in the grass, peering up at the moon, thanking God that it was not full. I'll get into the forest, go far enough so that I can Apparate...
Little did she know that Malfoy knew exactly what she planned...
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He waited in the forest for her, almost restlessly. He had no doubt in his mind that she would turn up just as he knew that the sun would rise the next morning. How he knew her movements, her actions so well not even he could explain. He just did, that was the only explanation he could offer.
She raced through the forest, hoping that no undesirable creatures would see her lurking in their woods. She was not sure how she would explain to them, they would most likely just kill her on sight without waiting for an explanation. She swallowed hard at the thought. She had always thought that Voldemort or Malfoy would be her end, not some four legged monster.
Luck was with her. None of the beings that she had seen paid her any attention, perhaps they could not see her, or maybe they just did not care. She did not know what force was dragging her east in the woods, she just continued to wander, unconsciously traveling to the exact spot she and Malfoy had once stood when Hogwarts had been under attack.
He stood there, waiting for her breathlessly. She was still alive, her fiery passion still alight inside her, her soul still burning and licking her insides with its intensity. He wanted her unlike he had ever wanted anyone, but he would not harm her. He had not intention of raping her, even if she did not have that hex on herself. Malfoy wanted her willingly, the only way that he would be satisfied.
Hermione did not want him. She was disgusted with him, she had believed that he loved her. But then the betrayal came. Truthfully he wanted her on his side, but she was no traitor...she dismissed the memory, not wanting to dig up any more pain. She refused to admit that Malfoy still had an effect on her, and unwanted feeling, but he still held power over her.
Without realizing it she arrived at the exact spot. Her mind pushed away the memory, but somehow she knew who would be waiting there for her. He stood before her, his arms crossed cockily, as though assuming that she would not kill him.
"Bad girl." He teased, his gray eyes piercing her. She stiffened her upper lip, fighting to not show any emotion. If only he knew...she thought bitterly, just wanting him to leave her alone. She attempted to apparate, but she was not off the Hogwarts grounds yet...
"You're coming back with me, lover."
Heehee, im allowed a cliffie every once and a while, huh? Haha, well, reviews are REALLY appreciated! Suggestions, please, praise, hate, anything? Well, Ill update ASAP, i promise. But lotsa reviews would hasten this process...
