Think Of Me

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Chapter Three

She fell to the ground, and the hood fell off. Their leader was a mere woman. Not old, not childlike, but a young woman. In her unconsciousness, she was like a sleeping angel, but nothing could compare to his Hermione. It was quite surprising, and Draco could care less, disarming the woman and throwing her back into the cell, locking it with a muggle lock and key (though he did throw the key into the toilet and flushed it) and many spells. Unless the Order decided to take the whole cell with them, and the Dark Lord did consider them somewhat smart (but he could always be wrong) ,the only thing that could unlock the cage was Hermione, and she had gone missing, so it was quite impossible to even come out. And when she did come out, if she ever did, she would die quite soon.

On the day of the Final Battle, their leader would die. The spell he had cast on her would do its job, and timed professionally by him, it would work. It would give her enough time to blast a few of his annoying deatheaters away, and then she would fall down dead. It was quite a complex spell. It would slowly drain her energy away, little by little and then, when the one casted upon had no energy left, he or she would die. Simple, but complex at the same time, no?

Draco the Dark Lord (it had a rather nice ring to it) threw everyone out once more to plan for the upcoming battle. He needed time for his thoughts. Ones of the Order's leader. Now that he had captured her, it was almost a sure win. There was one thing that bugged him.

It was her eyes. Everything else was different. But those eyes were the same. Though honey colored eyes with crimson specks were Hermione's. They had stared up at him, filled with hatred and loathing. It was quite scary actually, though he would never admit it. He was the Dark Lord and the Dark Lord is supposed to be scary. Not the other way around. Those eyes had such a striking resemblance that he didn't want to look at them. It was like Hermione had died and someone had stolen her eyes. Hermione had gone missing after all. But her eyes? It reminded him of the first time he had noticed her eyes. And stroking the soft wood of the stolen wand, Draco was once again immersed in his own thoughts.

Flashback

They were outside, alone. It was one of the few times that they could spend time with each other. The sun was shining brightly upon the lush green grass and Hermione was standing there, arms outstretched toward the sun, eyes closed. The wind was blowing lightly and the castle was just a building in the distance,

"Hermione, come and play with me! Stop worshiping the sun!" Draco whined, putting on a puppy face.

"Silly! Of course I will- but you have to catch me first!" Hermione said, bouncing away, running around a tree. However, she didn't get so far before her feet flew up and her hands went down.

"Oof! I must look really messy! I can't walk around looking mussed up, people will assume things." Hermione said, dusting herself off, primping herself up.

"You mean Potter and Weasely?" Draco scoffed, and wondered if being in love had made him so…soft.

"You know, could I stare at you for a while?" Draco asked.

Turning her head to him, she nodded. And for a split second, her eyes danced around in the sunlight, the crimson specks suddenly becoming much more visible.

"Hermione, what color are your eyes?" Draco said.

"Brown, dark brown and light brown. Now average them, and what do you get- brown! Why?" Hermione asked.

"I just thought I saw crimson specks in them. I think they make you look more beautiful." Draco said.

"Really? I have to go check in the mirror! That's great! I love you, my little ferret!" Hermione shrieked, dancing with glee.

"I told you not to call me that, my nerdy bookworm!" Draco jested.

So, Hermione pouted, giving Draco another good look at her eyes. They really were brown with crimson specks. Draco sighed, and returned back to reality.

Flashback End

The Dark Lord sighed, as much as he loved to reminiscence, he had better things to spend his precious time on, and after all, the days left might be his last days. He looked at his mirror. Unlike the dark lord before him, he was much better looking, platinum blond hair, chiseled abs, high cheekbones, aristocratic nose, grey eyes, lanky frame- he could be the male counterpart of Aphrodite for Merlin's sake. But the thing that mattered most was what he could not find. If Hermione was here, would she be proud of him?

Draco got up, and walked along the corridors of his citadel with an inhumane grace. Either it was very good etiquette or he floated above the ground, black cloaks billowing out behind him. He walked to the dungeon, which was dimly lighted and had a dank dark smell, slightly altered by the smell of sunlight and cinnamon. It was ironic- out of everything they had done to the Order's leader- she still smelled good and looked only slightly mussed up. They had treated her well, considering what they usually did with their prisoners was much worse. But he was here to have a nice chat with her anyhow. Her mind was intelligent, but his Hermione was much better. Or, was he biased?

"You sick bastard! This is your entire fault! I bet you came down here to terrorize me! Kick a dog while it's down." The Order's leader shrieked, scoffing at the end. She looked particularly livid, and could not see the face of her capturer, which only infuriated her further.

"My dear, I only wished to have intellectual conversation. Is that not enough reasoning?" A slow, smooth, masculine voice drawled out and the figure moved closer to the cell.

"My dear!" Hermione spat. "I don't even know you! You're a bloody murderer! A cruel sadistic cockroach!" Hermione yelled. The dark lord sneered at her but still continued to bicker with her.

"Now, now dearie, you wouldn't want to get all exhausted before the last battle would you? You would get to see your precious friends die. You make me inquisitive- why isn't someone older the leader?" Draco said, with a hint of curiosity at what she would say in return.

"You know what? I hate you! I hate you! You're the cause of all my misery! All of my troubles come from you and your posse of blood-lusting killers. I bet you don't even have a heart!" The order leader's shrieked, finally bursting out of the cage, paperclip stuck in the lock.

"Heartless? I have a heart. I had a heart. Don't you dare say that! My love was everything to me! And now, pain shall be your new best friend! Crucio." Draco said bellowed.

He held the curse on her for a full three minuets, and finally left the room, mumbling that he would never trust any more muggle things. Though Hermione had got him addicted muggle video games, that would be the closest he got. Draco forgot however that he had left the leader lying on the floor.

Hermione got up pulling herself up using the rough walls of the dungeon. Her fingernails were killing her and she leaned against the wall for five minuets, silently thanking her dead friends for the cloak she now wore. Hermione was tired and hurt, she knew she would die towards the end of the final battle, but she wouldn't give up.

Hermione clutched the handlebars on the side of the stairway as she dragged herself up. Each step was torture. But she had to do it for the good of the world. What would happen if the dark side won? Would the world be shrouded in darkness?

Hermione was scared. She hadn't been in a situation this bad in quite a long time. She finally reached the top step and crawled into the shadows of the corner, observing the new Dark Lord.

He seemed calm and cool, and the only way to get to the disapperation point was across the room. Hermione sighed. She'd have to use wandless magic to get her way through. Hermione crept along the sides of the walls, behind the dark cloaks of the deatheaters. When she got to the other side, she stunned the deatheater on the other side, and since they were all standing in a row, they toppled over like dominoes. The Dark Lord was livid. Hermione smiled and dissaperated, not focusing on where she was going to end up.

When Hermione landed somewhere from her apperating, and looked around. Miles of grassland surrounded her, and there was not a human in sight.

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