Not Predicted Chapter 5- Answers
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A/N: Yes i'm back and as this chapter is correctly titled Answers expect some! However i do have a tendancy to cause people to end up with more questions then they previously add so here goes. Oh and this is only part one of answer the rest will be explained in the following chapter (which i will try and finish asap). Also if you have the opportunity click the lovely review button down there and tell me exactly what you think, ideas are welcome and i accept any comments you want to make whether they be positive or negative.
It was in the dead of night that the unpredictable occurred. A gale force wind shook the houses and added to the general creepiness of an otherwise ordinary night. The precise time was approximately eleven minutes past ten and a young lady who was sharing the house with a 'ferret,' enjoyed a disrupted sleep.
Beams of light fell on her face showing the person to be none other than Hermione Granger or if not her, somebody with uncontrollable, brown hair. After tossing and turning for a good deal of time, a silence fell upon the house and a shadow blocked the moonlight from view. It was time.
Malfoy who had been forced into deciding whether to conjure a bed or sleep on the couch stared down at his unfortunate prey. Her tousled hair had reluctantly been shoved away from her face in annoyance and this brought a smile upon Draco's face.
He grabbed a particularly large curl and used it to frame her face. This met with a feeble protest from Hermione who immediately tried to shift it away from her; if he hadn't been here for a serious matter then he may have been amused.
With a last attempt at making her look presentable, Draco began to return the curl to its rightful place; gently tickling Hermione's nose.
Thwack.
Before Malfoy could interpret just what had happened he felt a strong grip pull him onto the bed, then almost instantly he was pinned down by a surprisingly heavy Hermione. She seemed to not be hesitant as he
witnessed her jab the pointy wand directly into his throat. Was it just him or did this scene seem rather familiar?
"Lumos"
Gasping in shock Hermione realised the intruder was none other than her unwanted guest. The guilt was halted in its tracks though as she grew suspicious as to his intentions, logic told her he had no decent reason for being here.
Being jolted out of her thoughts she became aware of her surroundings just as he flipped her over. Due to the light still filling his features Hermione had an inkling as to what he was planning to do and anger lent her strength as she once more glared down at him (having tossed them back over).
"Alright Malfoy lets get this straight, not only did you turn up at my door with no reasonable explanation. Oh no! You have also been acting as if were together again which I thought by now you would have realised is never going to happen. Now I find you hovering over my bed with a glint in your eye like I'm some form of meat. I want answers and I want them now!"
Draco winced, he knew that judging by her shrieking this would be hard to wriggle out of. If only he could explain but in all honesty would she believe him? People always said that 'honesty is the best policy' yet in reality sometimes lies hurt far less because they would help a person not to worry even when there was a reason to.
Thwack.
It would appear that Hermione was quite comfortable with holding him down and pummelling him for as long as it took for her to gain some answers. To be fair it seemed only right in a way for him to finally own up as to his strange behaviour which had started during seventh year. He looked up in time to notice Hermione about to open up her mouth again doubtless ready to rant until his eardrums burst and did the first thing that came into his head.
He grabbed the pillow which was strategically positioned nearby and tried to muffle her voice with it, then subdued he muttered loud enough for her to hear: "I'll answer all your questions".
Releasing her he allowed himself a small peak at the smug look on her face as he prepared for her voice to announce that he would: "leave the house and never return". Right after he had explained of course, not before (she was clearly not going to allow him to move before then).
His throat seemed dry and there was this annoying itch on his nose that in order for him to scratch, she would have to release his pinned down arms. Gesturing in a somewhat frantic manner, Hermione (being somewhat uncaring) ignored him and looked him straight in the eye clearly telling him that she wouldn't wait much longer to hear 'all'.
"He knows everything your location, where you work the whole thing."
Malfoy waited for the gasp of shock or some sign that she had taken in what he had said, yet all he heard was nothing. There was a slow intake of breathe on her part and then muffled crying as the news hit her full force and to think after everything she had done; even quitting her job at the ministry because it drew too much attention.
Aware that she had released him from her strong hold, Draco gently patted her back as she wept tears which had been subdued for many years. He had not intended on warning her (what could he say he was a reputed coward) mainly because he had been blackmailed by the 'He' which he had referred to just seconds ago.
A stuttered question erupted from the tearful Hermione: "When will he be arriving?" She spoke as if she was already doomed and in a manner that would send even the most stern character into a bout of pity. If someone who had come from Hogwarts had seen this stark change in personality, they would have simplyold her that she should have seen this coming.
"Harry will be here any second now."