Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter, I only own the plot (and polar!)…
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter was bit late, but like I said in my author's note, I wasn't feeling too good…Thanks to those who have inquired on my health, and I'm pleased to give you now chapter 7 to 'One great adventure'…
ENJOY!
One more thing before you begin reading: after the last chapter, many of you were already thinking about ways to kill Draco Malfoy…and I told you to wait until this next chapter before you acted… Well, this chapter is a bit important, and if any of you have question on it at all, just tell them to me in my review, and I'll answer to them in the next chapter.
That's all I had to say, so now I'm gonna stop blabbing and let you read it. Don't forget to REVIEW!
Previous chapter:
'Why are you doing this, Malfoy?' she asked him, her eyes blazing. (A/N: if looks could kill, Malfoy would be ten times dead by now…)
Smirking, he answered 'Some things aren't what they seem, Mudblood.'
Hermione only had time to see something shine, before a sharp knife was pointed at her throat, held by none other than Malfoy.
Hermione gasped. The cold blade was coming dangerously close... She thought about Ron and about how she wouldn't be able to save him…And Harry…
She looked in Polar's direction. He was fighting Nerasco, but it seemed the latter had the upper hand. Ginny and Blaise were on the ground, a bit knocked out.
Suddenly, Polar fell. Nerasco bent over, ready to shoot one last arrow through his body. Ginny and Balise slowly got up, watching Malfoy in despise. But they couldn't do anything. Not while he had his knife pointed at Hermione's throat.
It was then that it happened: he moved so swiftly, the move was barely acknowledged, and he shot the knife straight at Nerasco.
Just as the arrow was almost released, something struck the Minstar. He looked in surprise at the tip of the knife that had pierced his skin and gotten out on the other side of his chest.
The arrow was released, but it didn't shot through Polar. Because of the little coordination, it drove in a tree not far from them.
Nerasco turned around, and looked in surprise at the teenagers on the other side. Hermione, Blaise and Ginny were all bewildered, too shocked to do anything, but Malfoy smirked. Not in his usual way. Only a smirk of triumph and…relief?
'YOU TRAITOR!' Nerasco hissed, taking out another arrow, and making to shoot it.
However, he didn't have the time. An arrow was shot through him before he managed to even adjust his bow. He fell to the ground, his body slowly dissolving into whatever it had been.
Soon, nothing was left of him.
Polar stood behind him, his bow at his side. Slowly, he advanced to the teenagers.
'Are you okay, little Tiger?' he asked Hermione.
Not able to utter a single word, she just shook her head wordlessly. Then, Polar turned to Ginny and Blaise. 'You have fought well, both of you. It turns out even the most fierce enemies can ally for a common cause.'
They nodded, and then turned to Malfoy. Polar did the same, but said nothing. He eyed the Slytherin carefully, frowning slightly at his bent head.
'Whatever it is you're hiding' he said 'I think it is time you share it with us, if you want our trust once again, Slytherin.'
Malfoy didn't say anything, keeping his head bent still. Then, he slowly raised it, and Polar saw the memories that haunted him, memories of a not-so-cheery past.
'Memories are better shared, little Dragon' he said 'for if not they will destroy you from the inside.'
Then, without another word to Draco, Polar turned to Hermione 'It is almost night. The fight has exhausted all of us. It would better if we waited here for the night.'
Hermione nodded, then turned to Ginny 'Are you okay with that, Ginny?' she asked her.
The redhead nodded, smiling warily 'I'm not insensible, 'Mione. I'm drained too, and I think we all need a good night's sleep.'
Blaise nodded too, and they prepared a little fire, Hermione, Blaise and Ginny staying on one side of it, their backs to a fallen old tree, Polar somewhat opposite them, and Malfoy in retreat in a corner, presumably thinking –or having an intern battle with himself.
I can't tell them, one part of him was saying.
You must! The other said.
It will destroy everything. My past will not be shared with anyone.
You need to tell it to someone, or else you'll go insane.
The memories are far to dreadful I do not want to relive them.
You don't need to. You only need to tell them.
Not even Blaise know about this.
That's because you never wanted to tell him. Now's your chance. Fight back for once, Malfoy, and don't be afraid to fear. It's a normal emotion to any human.
Malfoy sighed. Slowly, he got up and approached the fire.
'I have something to tell you' he told them. 'Something that has to do with my past and Nerasco.'
Hermione's eyes softened, and she patted the ground beside her. Malfoy stood there, and closed his eyes, sighing yet again. When he opened them, he was met with the expectant gaze of his best friend.
He was ready.
'It all began when I was six…' he began.
Well, this is chapter 7..Sorry it's so short, but still, it's better than nothing.
So, Malfoy isn't as bad as he seems? And what does his past hide? I wonder if the others will trust him again after he tells them…I think he had a pretty good reason to kill Nerasco, but you'll only find out why in the next chapter.
Oh, by the way, the next chapter will be posted Monday, if I get at least 10 reviews for this one.
Thank you!
Tigerlilystar
