A/N: Sorry this has taken so long. I have finished my other story and now I am writing another one. I will update hopefully once a week but no guarantees. I hope you like this chapter. Also, this chapter has colorful language.
Draco
It has been two years since that day. Two years of crying, waiting, wondering, hoping. Two years of biting my fingernails, of looking up every time I heard a car or a carriage or a horse go by. Two years of mourning. Two years of never giving up hope. Two years of remembering things that I had hoped to forget.
That was my life. I regret everyday what I did. I look back, and wonder why I was so stupid. If I had said something different, if I hadn't asked her to marry me, she would still be safe. Everyone tells me what happened wasn't my fault, but I don't believe them. They are all liars. Everyone one of them is just trying to make me feel better. Well, it's not working.
Everyday I have been in the library, researching the thing. So far, I have no idea what it is. He gave me no clue, no hint as to what he was talking about. "it's not what it seems" is all I have had to work with for the past two years. Finally, I gave up and walked outside for practice.
Practice. My mother calls it a waste of time, but if I ever find Hermione, she will be guarded. I have to fight. So, I go out everyday, and set up targets. I bewitched the targets to move. Whenever I could, I would shoot a spell at a target. They are worth different points, too. Sometimes Blaise helps out too. Then, we total up the points and figure out who won. Blaise has no idea I am practicing so I can find her. He thinks I am finally having fun for the first time in two years.
I met up with him on the way there.
"I am so going to whoop your sorry ass today." Blaise said, swinging his wand.
"You wish my friend. I am getting better everyday." I said, giving him my world famous smirk.
"Don't be cute with me you little bastard. I am going to beat you and you know it."
"Keep dreaming, sweetie." I started to walk faster until Blaise jumped on top of me. We rolled around on the ground, punching and kicking each other and laughing all the way.
"Boys!" someone yelled. We immediately got off each other and started brushing off. My mother hurried over to us. "I am ashamed. I have a party going on and you two are fighting. Go practice elsewhere.
"Mother, this is the only open field. You move your party somewhere else," I replied.
"I refuse to do that. You know how important these parties are for me."
"Yes, and for some reason, I don't care. I Need to practice."
She led away from Blaise and put an arm around my shoulder.
"Honey, you have to give up this obsession with finding her. She is probably dead by now, and let's not forget why she went away." My anger grew at that point. I pointed my wand at her.
"She is not dead, and I don't you ever to say that again. I will rescue her and nothing you say will stop me. I WILL NOT YEILD!"
"Ok. There is no need to shout. I am sorry. I just don't want your heart to break when you finally figure out that she is never coming back."
"I pointed to the party. "Go back to your party, mother."
She started to walk back and Blaise ran up to me. Lets get this thing started, fucker."
"Hey, watch your language. Mom is having a tea party."
"Oh, right. We have to be civilized." He replied sarcastically. "Now, let's stick out pinky's out and walk like good ladies."
He picked up a cup, stuck out his pinky on the free hand, and started to walk like a girl. I soon followed, trying hard not to laugh.
We walked up to a bunch of old ladies in wrinkled sundresses. "Isn't the weather just beautiful today?" he asked in a high pitched voice.
"Simply beautiful." I replied. We walked off laughing, leaving the ladies with confused looks on their faces.
I gave him a high five and we started our 'game'. I ended up winning, of course, by two points. Victory is very good, especially when you get to gloat.
"So you won one game, fucker. I am so going to beat your ass one day, though."
"Language, language, Mr. Zambini. I am ashamed. Haven't you learned the proper edicate (HOW THE HECK DO YOU SPELL THAT?) yet?"
"No." he replied simply. "I think I missed that lesson."
"Well it was a horrible lesson to miss. Young ladies should never curse."
His face screwed up in anger. "I'm going to get you for that you little fucker."
I made a rather rude motion with my finger then started to run. I took out my wand and shouted, "Accio Firebolt!" ( My father got me one right before he died.) I jumped on the broom and sped off to the horizon, losing him by a long shot.
Hermione
He threw me into a cold cellar and locked the door on his way out. I heard him chuckle as he walked away. I looked around at my surroundings, and I was surprised that there were two other people in the room with me. I smiled weakly and curled up into a ball, shivering from being cold and wet. One of them came over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"I am Dean. Dean Mathews."
"Hermione." I sniffled.
"Oh my god! Are you the Hermione Granger? The one who is princess of England and who refused Draco Malfoy, the most eligible bachelor in the entire world?" said the other person, who sounded a little too preppy for being in a dungeon. Then again, I did date the Draco Malfoy.
"In the flesh," I returned weakly.
"Why the heck did you turn him down? He is the hottest person in the entire world."
"It's complicated."
"If I were you, I would have never let him go."
I realized she was right. I should have never let him go. I should have stayed, forgiven him, and then married him. It's what our parents wanted. Maybe he would have grown to love me. Lord knows I love him. But, now I will never have the chance to tell him. I spotted something in the corner that looked something like a tiny cauldron.
"What's that?" I said, pointing.
"Nothing," Dean said quickly. I started to walk over to it, but he soon stopped me. "It's just a simple spell I have been working on." He said, putting his arms out to stop me. I stopped, put my hands on my hips, and raised one eyebrow.
"Do you really think that I am that dumb? I wasn't born in a barn you know."
"A what?"
"Never mind, it's a muggle thing." He gave an understanding nod and looked back at the girl. She nodded and shrugged and he turned back to me.
"If you tell him, I swear, I will kill you."
"Why the heck would I tell him. He kidnapped me."
"Fine. Before I was kidnapped, I was heading over to my friend's house. He needed a special potion, and since I am the potion master at a small school, he asked me to brew him one. So, I gathered up the ingredients. As I was walking, I saw someone kill someone else. It was Lord Voldemort. He captured me and threw me in here."
"What was the potion?" I asked, interested.
"It was a transformation potion. It turns you into a small bird of your choice. He was in trouble with some gang and needed to get out unnoticed. So, I still had the ingredients with me. I decided to brew it. He hasn't noticed so far, I am not really worried."
"How many servings does it make?"
"Five. I was hoping to get out by it. In fact, it will just be a couple more days till it's done."
My eyes lit up with delight. I may just get out of here. "Do you think I could maybe have some?" I asked hopefully.
"Of course you can. Let's just hope more people don't come, or else, we might not have enough." We chuckled at this for awhile, until we heard a knock at the door.
"Food is here. What's all this laughing about?" said a deep voice.
"Nothing, he was just tickling me." I replied quickly.
"Don't let it happen again." He passed the food through a slot in the door. I looked down at the meal. It consisted of gruel, gruel, gruel, and oh, some hard bread. I tried to eat it but could barely hold it down.
"Are you going to eat that?" Dean asked me.
I shook my head and gave it to him. He quickly ate all three of the meals.
"Aren't you going to eat yours?" I asked the girl.
"I didn't eat before I was thrown in this dreadful place, so why should I eat now." she replied. I smiled to myself and sat down against the cold stone wall as my thoughts drifted to the most eligible bachelor in the entire world.
A/N: I was calculating how many chapter this would be and it is not that many. It will be shorter than my other story. Unless I think of some plot twist that I could use. The thing is, after the special part, the plot is gone. I could write a sequel, but it would be lame. O well, I am getting ahead of myself. Hope you guys liked the chapter. IMPORTANT! I need a name for the potion, so the person with the best name for the potion gets their name in the story. Tootles!
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