(A/N: O.k. so, not many reviews for this story…how sad. Because reviews make me update faster. sigh anyway. Here is chapter 4! I hope you like it!)
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Chapter 4:
Tough Decisions
Draco lay in ever constant pain on the stone cold, and wet, floor of the Dungeon. He heard a large heavy door open, and soft foot steps on the floor. He began to panic 'No, he can't be back, please, Merlin, no!' He decided he was going to try and fight back this time, or if he couldn't fight back, he was at least going to try and get away. He propped himself up on his elbows, and got as far as his hands. He winced in pain. Moving was taking so much energy out of him. His elbows then gave out and he fell back down facing the floor. The pain was radiating through him, he began to close his eyes.
The soft whispering voices had now turned into yelling voices. Voices he recognized. He struggled to concentrate, he was trying to place the voices, but he was finding it very difficult, he was dizzy and could barely move. He then heard "And he did give you your wand back." Wand? What wand? Potters wand! ……oh, it was Potter and his band of followers. He better get them out of here, before his mother and father came back.
He tried to move but instead he let out a groan of pain. Even trying to talk hurt so much. "They're gone," he managed to get out in a rather hoarse voice. "Wha'?" he heard the stupid Weasel say. "They've gone to the Parkinson's party" he said in disgust. He didn't care much for them. He didn't care much for anything in his life at all. An abusive father, an impassive mother, a life at a school where he had a bunch of stupid croanies. All he had were material possessions. "It's safe to leave, they will be gone for a long long time." With that said, he could finally rest. He could feel his heavy eyes shutting, and opening. It was like he no longer had control of his body, everything was growing dark. The last thing he heard before he emerged into the silent abyss of unconsciousness was a loud scream and a thump.
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"Um, Hermione…." Ron began to say.
"Bloody hell what is it!?!"
"Uh….your-your covered in….blood." Ron managed to stutter. "What?" She looked down at herself and saw one whole side of herself covered in a dark warm liquid, the right side of her shirt was now red instead of white. She looked down at her hands, both covered in blood. She felt her face, wet, and looked at her hair, a deep color of red.
"Oh," she finally whispered. She began to back up from the site of gore that was Draco. Taken aback, staring at her hands in horror, walking backwards away until her back hit the wall. She slid down the wall into a sitting position.
"Hermione?" Harry looked at her warily. "Are you okay?"
"Uh…yeah. I-I'm fine." She mentally smacked herself out of the daze she was in, and said to the boys, "Please, lets just get out of here." She again used the levitating spell to bring Draco's limp body with them. "Hermione, what do you think you're doing? He's NOT coming with us." Harry stood firmly in front her. "We can't just leave him here like this Harry! What is this about? You're stupid pride!?" Ouch, that had to hurt. "If you pride yourself in being so much better than him, like I know you are, then you will help me get him out of here and PROVE to everyone else that you are the better person!" She was sick and tired of Harry and Ron being "Holier-than-thou" and not even proving it. If you're going to be better than someone else you can't just say it you have to do something about it.
"Oh and just WHERE do you expect us to bring this prat, Hermione?" Ron began, "Do you want us to just waltz into my house with Draco sodding Malfoy floating in the air? Do you want us to bring him to St. Mungo's and stay there until he's all better?" He said in a sarcastic baby-voice.
Ron was sickened by the way Hermione even cared if this thing lives or dies. After all the things he had said to her, and Harry, and him? How could she even think he is worth caring for?
"Look. I am tired, I want to get out of this nightmare, but I will NOT leave another human being in this state. So, I'm leaving with him, and if that means that you will leave in the car without me, then so be it. I'll just have to find my own way of getting back," said Hermione. She was fuming, and furious at her best friends. 'How can they be so unreasonable?'
"Fine. We'll take him back to my house and ask my dad if he can take him somewhere," Ron grumbled obviously unsatisfied with this arrangement.
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The night sky was turning from a wonderful color of indigo into yellow as the sun rose from it's slumber. But, as soon as it was yellow the color turned to a deep red on the clouds. It gave the trio an eerie feeling as they walked from the car to the Weasley's house.
The door of the Weasley's house slowly crept open as Ron peeped inside. Hoping no one was awake.
"RONALD WEASLEY! JUST WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOUNG MAN!?" Ron cringed at the sound of his mother's angry voice. No one was happy when Molly Weasley was angry. Ron turned back to face Harry and Hermione. "Still think this is a good idea?" He stepped in the house to face his doom.
"Hey, mum," Ron said quietly as he stared intently at his black trainers. Harry and Hermione followed suit. "Hello Mrs. Weasley," Molly looked at the two in surprise. "Harry, Hermione what are you doing here?"
"Well," Harry began, " You see, it was my fault Ron was out so late Mrs. Weasley. We, uh…..well, we snuck into the Malfoy Mansion when the Order wasn't looking those couple of weeks ago…and I uh, lost my wand that night." He managed to get out.
"You…you all did WHAT!?! You could have been killed!" she was so furious at them. "So what, were you doing tonight?" she looked at them intently.
Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and showed it too Mrs. Weasley shamefully with his head facing the floor. Before Mrs. Weasley could say anything more Hermione piped up, "We found something else too…" "More like some ONE" Ron finished for her. Hermione brought Draco's limp bloody and mangled body in with her wand and laid him on the floor in front of Mrs. Weasley. Just as she did, the sight of blood had already started to make its way visible on her carpet. "He was in a cell in the Dungeons, and we couldn't leave him there." Hermione explained.
"You three go upstairs, get some rest, I'll call you all for breakfast in a few hours."
"But Mrs. Weasley what about him?" Hermione protested,
referring to Draco.
"I'll go get Arthur he'll take him to St. Mungo's." she said walking up the stairs.
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"Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione! Breakfast!!" All three of the trio had fallen asleep in Ron's room. None of them on the bed, they didn't make it that far. Harry had his upper half on the dusty leather chair and his lower half was still on the floor. Hermione, fell asleep on a pile of books she was planning on borrowing. And Ron had fallen asleep strewn across the floor with a brown stuffed bear in his arms. And being so tired, none of them had heard the call for breakfast.
Fred, and George decided they would help with the wake up call. A loud pop! Accompanied by another one and they gave each other a mischievous grin. Fred threw a purple rubber ball on the floor in the middle of the three 'sleeping beauties', counted to five and they both disappeared.
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A loud, almost ear deafening boom was heard in Ron's room. Immediately the trio got up and stood in a ready position. Purple mist began to leak from a rubber ball on the floor.
"What the hell is this?!" Harry said between coughs. Ron sighed. "NOT FUNNY FRED AND GEORGE!!! Come on lets go down for breakfast."
They sat at the table sending death glares at Fred and George, who were laughing at the amusing appearance of the trio coated in purple.
Someone very unexpected sat at the table then.
Sitting across from the purple mess that was the trio was a very lively, yet quiet Draco Malfoy.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron's mouth's dropped to the floor.
(A/N: So what did you think, eh? Reviews are love!)