A/n at the bottom along with the thank you's. Oh, and here is the
disclaimer: Not sure if this is needed, but none of this belongs to me.
All to that one brilliant (And filthy rich) woman, J K Rowling. Me? Own
anything? As if I could afford it.
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Hermione was washing herself in the shower. She'd been in the shower for the best part of two hours and the tips of her fingers had wrinkled up. She didn't care. She just had to get herself clean. She was clawing at her arms with her nails but did not feel the pain.
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Draco was getting impatient. Why did he even suggest the game? Why didn't he just kill Potter and Weasley and take Hermione and go?
She was still in the shower. Probably crying. Draco didn't really feel anything but impatience and faint annoyance at this stage. He was sorry about what his father had done to her but Draco just didn't really understand.
He had killed her father for her. Shouldn't he be the one upset?
No. Draco felt nothing for his father now.
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Harry was looking across the room at Malfoy. He had hated him in the past, but he had never felt anything like he did for him now. Now he loathed everything atom of Malfoy, every piece of him that made up that pale pasty face. He wanted to kill him.
Why couldn't Malfoy just leave Hermione alone?
Harry was so worried about his best friend. She had been through so much and he hadn't been able to help her at all. He felt so useless. There had been rumours that she was at the Malfoy manor and Ron, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Lupin, Hagrid and himself had been trying to get in since then.
Harry had been surprised when he heard Snape volunteering for the mission. McGonagall, Lupin, Hagrid and Snape had rescued the slaves, when all the security had suddenly broke down, while Ron and Harry had conducted a search for Hermione. Neville had confirmed belief that she was there, but, might not be alive.
Harry had felt such a weight on his heart when he'd heard Neville. Worry for a best friend, and maybe more.
Harry sometimes wondered about his feeling for Hermione, especially when she had been gone. He had always admired the sheer brilliance of her mind and the fieriness of her personality. But as he had got older, he began admiring her looks and her body. The silkiness of her now sleek hair. The seductive curve of her lips. Hermione kept Harry up at night just thinking about her.
What had once been a teenage crush had started developing into real feelings.
So Harry knew he had to win Malfoy's game. He had to win Hermione back. He figured they had a good chance. Harry knew he was good at Quidditch. He knew Ron was unbeatable at chess (From personal experience) and he knew Hermione was the smartest witch at Hogwarts.
Malfoy couldn't beat them.
Could he?
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He watched as Hermione stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing fresh muggle clothes, a pair of jeans which emphasised her good figure, and a black v-neck tee shirt. Draco found himself admiring her and, with a quick glance at Potter, found him doing the same. Hermione's hair was already drying into little ringlets.
Draco was the first to speak. "How are you?" He asked.
"I'm fine," She answered.
"How about we do the quiz first?" Draco suggested, "Then you can rest for the other two parts."
"I'm fine. I don't need to rest," She insisted stubbornly, "But, yes, let's get the potions quiz over with."
"Okay," Draco stepped into the nearby fireplace, "Don't go anywhere." He shouted, "Hogwarts," and after the flames flashed green, disappeared.
***
Ron immediately tried to open the door. Hermione was not surprised to see it was locked. Even when Harry cast the unlocking charm, the door did not open. Hermione's face didn't even flicker. She knew Malfoy wasn't stupid.
Malfoy didn't take long to return. He stepped out of the fireplace and dusted himself off in an arrogant way. Professor Snape stepped out of the fireplace after him.
"Now," Malfoy flashed her a winning smile, "We're ready to play."
***
They left the hospital after receiving a potion which Hermione was to drink everyday. Draco led the group, and made sure Hermione was right beside him. Potter was on her other side, much to Draco's dislike.
"What's Snape doing here?" Weasley asked.
"That's Professor Snape to you, Weasley," Snape said in a clipped tone.
"He's here to conduct the potions quiz. He'll ask random questions to Hermione and I. Whoever does the best, wins." Draco decided the Malfoy Manor was the safest place to go for the game.
The group walked in silence. Snape didn't say much, occasionally glaring at them all.
"Okay," Draco said when they arrived at the Malfoy manor, "Hermione, are you ready?"
"Why do you call her Hermione?" Harry asked, "Shouldn't she be Granger to you?"
"I'll do whatever I please, Potter."
"Just don't start calling us Ron or Harry," Ron imputed.
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," Draco sneered.
"Can I ask what is going on here, Mr Malfoy?" Snape questioned.
"We're playing a little game," Draco said irritably, "Whoever wins keeps Hermione."
"She won't be your little toy to play with, Malfoy!" Harry said furiously.
"Oh, do not worry," Malfoy said patronisingly, "I take the utmost care with all my merchandise."
Hermione, who was growing steadily paler as the conversation progressed, snapped, "Would you two please stop talking about me like I'm a bloody piece of property. This is absurd!"
"Hermione," Ron asked, "Are you okay?"
"Let's just get on with it," She said hastily.
Snape glared at Draco, apparently disgusted.
"Okay, Miss Granger, first question."
Snape asked the question. Hermione seemed to frustrated to answer and the question got passed to Draco. He answered perfectly.
The next question was for him and he answered correctly. Hermione answered her next question right but took a sufficient amount of time in doing so. Six questions later, and Draco was in the lead. He flashed her a victorious smile but her head was in her hands and she didn't see.
"Miss Granger, what effect does the polyjuice potion have on a person?"
She shook her head in her hands.
"Hermione, you know this. For God Sake, I know this!" Ron bellowed.
"I-I," She said in a wretched voice, "I can't. I-I can't think." She looked up at Draco and he noticed how tired and pale she was. Draco was frankly delighted and he let out his triumphant laughter.
She put her head back into her hands and sobbed.
"Malfoy, the question is passed on to you," Snape's voice was cold and he cast Draco a glowering look.
"Oh, this is a hard one," Draco said. He put his hand to his chin and pretended to be concentrating hard on the question.
"Just answer the question," Snape snapped.
Draco laughed then answered perfectly, "It changes the person who drinks the potion appearance to anyone he desires, if he has a strand of their hair. For example, if I wanted to look like a red haired, freckled face, muggle loving peasant, I would steal a strand of Weasley's hair and add it to the potion."
"Seems like you are a muggle lover too, Malfoy," Snape spat.
"Only one muggle," Draco answered, his eyes set on Hermione. She didn't look up.
"Well, Mr Malfoy, I must say, you have won this part of your game." Snape didn't try and hide the disgust in his voice.
"Don't worry, Severus." Draco said. Snape's head shot up at Draco's lack of respect. "I shall let you come and look at her once in a while."
"Excuse me?" Snape looked even paler than usual.
"I've seen you, Snape," Draco said viciously. "In class. Looking at her with your filthy old eyes. You have feelings for her too, don't you?"
"I assure you I-"
"Yes, yes," Draco interrupted dismissive, "That'll do. You may leave." He gestured towards the fireplace.
"May I stay for the end of your game?"
"No, you may not. Now leave," Draco raised his wand menacingly, "Before I make you."
Snape left after casting Draco an extremely nasty look.
"Now Potter," Draco said, "How about a game of Quidditch?"
***
Oh I forgot to add this at the top. Another disclaimer: The idea of the game is from the book the Forbidden Game by L. J. Smith. Haven't read it? I'm shocked! Anyone who even remotely likes the fic would probably drop down dead by the Forbidden Game. It's a brilliant book, seriously. I love it as much as Harry Potter. And I love Julian, (Main male character of the book) as much as Draco.
A/N - I do not know why this took me so long to get up. Everything seemed to be getting in my way, for some reason. I have this, well, a bit eccentric uncle down, who keeps peeking over my shoulder when I'm at the computer which drives me mad. Then he keeps me awake all night snoring so I'm not even in the mood to write! What can I say? When he comes, he gives me lots of money. Oh *Afterthought* and he's family.
I will try get the updates up sooner. I really do try. Sometimes, I just forget or my computer acts up or I get in a raging fight with a family member or a bitch fight with my friend. Something does happen though, to make me not update.
Okay, enough of my useless babbling. Thank you's for chapter 12 -
Thanks to courtney83 - I know, I didn't really like it either. But thank you for still reading and I hope it doesn't put you totally off. Dirty Angel - I would email you but my email address in down at the moment (Somebody keeps changing my password and I'm not going to bother change it back, cos they'll just change it again) so I hope you forgive me. Hopefully you're still reading anyway. Lady tskuya - What can I say, I am a terrible evil sadistic bitch (And that's my good points). Thanks for the review. Theantsocialone - You know, I don't think I could kill off Harry or Ron. I mean, I was upset enough killing of Justin. But that doesn't mean I definitely won't. If I'm writing and having a very bad day, Poor old harry and Ron might pay the price. LOL!
Iluvphelps2eva - Glad you liked the last part. Hope this part is okay. Draco-Malfopy-Severus-Luva - Ah yes, you're a Snape fan, are you? Well, he won't be in this fic until a while but he will make another appearance. Shadow_violet212 - You'll just have to see, won't you? I know, I couldn't really decide who I wanted to win either. But now I've decided. Hopefully you won't kill me when you find out. Ardent entity - You do not know how much I love reading your reviews. There so funny! Claim Draco? Not if I get there first. *Runs away to her beloved Draco.* Yes, you can Voldemort. Not Tom Riddle. Just big old wrinkly Voldemort. Ha! Oh, and thanks for the review.
Dancingfae - Yeah, I thought the duel might get old. Oh, that and my lack of spells. I mean, in the father son duel I had Draco shouting a locking spell for a door at Lucius. Hee hee. Heather - Thanks for the review. Means a lot, ya know. AmericanAngel1 - No, just the personal thanks you's took me an half and hour to write out. Not the part itself. Yeah, sorry about the shortness but it would take me a couple of light years to update if I was writing pages of stuff. I do want this story to be different! That's what I'm hoping for! Hotaru420 - glad you think it's a spiffy ficcy! Hope this part was okay as well. Couch-potatoe01 - There'll always be someone annoying in a kind of triangle. Harry is sort of annoying, I agree, but he annoys me in the book as well so you could kind of say I'm just keeping him in character. *Looks hopeful* Okay, I see nobody is buying this. Thanks for the review. Dazed Panda - That's more my fault for ignoring Ron. Sorry! He has a bit of a part in the next part, and then there's the big chess game with all Ron! I do love Ron, just ain't got as much time for him in this fic then I normally would. Evelia - I can't tell you who's going to win. Sorry! Thanks for the review!
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Hermione was washing herself in the shower. She'd been in the shower for the best part of two hours and the tips of her fingers had wrinkled up. She didn't care. She just had to get herself clean. She was clawing at her arms with her nails but did not feel the pain.
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Draco was getting impatient. Why did he even suggest the game? Why didn't he just kill Potter and Weasley and take Hermione and go?
She was still in the shower. Probably crying. Draco didn't really feel anything but impatience and faint annoyance at this stage. He was sorry about what his father had done to her but Draco just didn't really understand.
He had killed her father for her. Shouldn't he be the one upset?
No. Draco felt nothing for his father now.
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Harry was looking across the room at Malfoy. He had hated him in the past, but he had never felt anything like he did for him now. Now he loathed everything atom of Malfoy, every piece of him that made up that pale pasty face. He wanted to kill him.
Why couldn't Malfoy just leave Hermione alone?
Harry was so worried about his best friend. She had been through so much and he hadn't been able to help her at all. He felt so useless. There had been rumours that she was at the Malfoy manor and Ron, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Lupin, Hagrid and himself had been trying to get in since then.
Harry had been surprised when he heard Snape volunteering for the mission. McGonagall, Lupin, Hagrid and Snape had rescued the slaves, when all the security had suddenly broke down, while Ron and Harry had conducted a search for Hermione. Neville had confirmed belief that she was there, but, might not be alive.
Harry had felt such a weight on his heart when he'd heard Neville. Worry for a best friend, and maybe more.
Harry sometimes wondered about his feeling for Hermione, especially when she had been gone. He had always admired the sheer brilliance of her mind and the fieriness of her personality. But as he had got older, he began admiring her looks and her body. The silkiness of her now sleek hair. The seductive curve of her lips. Hermione kept Harry up at night just thinking about her.
What had once been a teenage crush had started developing into real feelings.
So Harry knew he had to win Malfoy's game. He had to win Hermione back. He figured they had a good chance. Harry knew he was good at Quidditch. He knew Ron was unbeatable at chess (From personal experience) and he knew Hermione was the smartest witch at Hogwarts.
Malfoy couldn't beat them.
Could he?
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He watched as Hermione stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing fresh muggle clothes, a pair of jeans which emphasised her good figure, and a black v-neck tee shirt. Draco found himself admiring her and, with a quick glance at Potter, found him doing the same. Hermione's hair was already drying into little ringlets.
Draco was the first to speak. "How are you?" He asked.
"I'm fine," She answered.
"How about we do the quiz first?" Draco suggested, "Then you can rest for the other two parts."
"I'm fine. I don't need to rest," She insisted stubbornly, "But, yes, let's get the potions quiz over with."
"Okay," Draco stepped into the nearby fireplace, "Don't go anywhere." He shouted, "Hogwarts," and after the flames flashed green, disappeared.
***
Ron immediately tried to open the door. Hermione was not surprised to see it was locked. Even when Harry cast the unlocking charm, the door did not open. Hermione's face didn't even flicker. She knew Malfoy wasn't stupid.
Malfoy didn't take long to return. He stepped out of the fireplace and dusted himself off in an arrogant way. Professor Snape stepped out of the fireplace after him.
"Now," Malfoy flashed her a winning smile, "We're ready to play."
***
They left the hospital after receiving a potion which Hermione was to drink everyday. Draco led the group, and made sure Hermione was right beside him. Potter was on her other side, much to Draco's dislike.
"What's Snape doing here?" Weasley asked.
"That's Professor Snape to you, Weasley," Snape said in a clipped tone.
"He's here to conduct the potions quiz. He'll ask random questions to Hermione and I. Whoever does the best, wins." Draco decided the Malfoy Manor was the safest place to go for the game.
The group walked in silence. Snape didn't say much, occasionally glaring at them all.
"Okay," Draco said when they arrived at the Malfoy manor, "Hermione, are you ready?"
"Why do you call her Hermione?" Harry asked, "Shouldn't she be Granger to you?"
"I'll do whatever I please, Potter."
"Just don't start calling us Ron or Harry," Ron imputed.
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," Draco sneered.
"Can I ask what is going on here, Mr Malfoy?" Snape questioned.
"We're playing a little game," Draco said irritably, "Whoever wins keeps Hermione."
"She won't be your little toy to play with, Malfoy!" Harry said furiously.
"Oh, do not worry," Malfoy said patronisingly, "I take the utmost care with all my merchandise."
Hermione, who was growing steadily paler as the conversation progressed, snapped, "Would you two please stop talking about me like I'm a bloody piece of property. This is absurd!"
"Hermione," Ron asked, "Are you okay?"
"Let's just get on with it," She said hastily.
Snape glared at Draco, apparently disgusted.
"Okay, Miss Granger, first question."
Snape asked the question. Hermione seemed to frustrated to answer and the question got passed to Draco. He answered perfectly.
The next question was for him and he answered correctly. Hermione answered her next question right but took a sufficient amount of time in doing so. Six questions later, and Draco was in the lead. He flashed her a victorious smile but her head was in her hands and she didn't see.
"Miss Granger, what effect does the polyjuice potion have on a person?"
She shook her head in her hands.
"Hermione, you know this. For God Sake, I know this!" Ron bellowed.
"I-I," She said in a wretched voice, "I can't. I-I can't think." She looked up at Draco and he noticed how tired and pale she was. Draco was frankly delighted and he let out his triumphant laughter.
She put her head back into her hands and sobbed.
"Malfoy, the question is passed on to you," Snape's voice was cold and he cast Draco a glowering look.
"Oh, this is a hard one," Draco said. He put his hand to his chin and pretended to be concentrating hard on the question.
"Just answer the question," Snape snapped.
Draco laughed then answered perfectly, "It changes the person who drinks the potion appearance to anyone he desires, if he has a strand of their hair. For example, if I wanted to look like a red haired, freckled face, muggle loving peasant, I would steal a strand of Weasley's hair and add it to the potion."
"Seems like you are a muggle lover too, Malfoy," Snape spat.
"Only one muggle," Draco answered, his eyes set on Hermione. She didn't look up.
"Well, Mr Malfoy, I must say, you have won this part of your game." Snape didn't try and hide the disgust in his voice.
"Don't worry, Severus." Draco said. Snape's head shot up at Draco's lack of respect. "I shall let you come and look at her once in a while."
"Excuse me?" Snape looked even paler than usual.
"I've seen you, Snape," Draco said viciously. "In class. Looking at her with your filthy old eyes. You have feelings for her too, don't you?"
"I assure you I-"
"Yes, yes," Draco interrupted dismissive, "That'll do. You may leave." He gestured towards the fireplace.
"May I stay for the end of your game?"
"No, you may not. Now leave," Draco raised his wand menacingly, "Before I make you."
Snape left after casting Draco an extremely nasty look.
"Now Potter," Draco said, "How about a game of Quidditch?"
***
Oh I forgot to add this at the top. Another disclaimer: The idea of the game is from the book the Forbidden Game by L. J. Smith. Haven't read it? I'm shocked! Anyone who even remotely likes the fic would probably drop down dead by the Forbidden Game. It's a brilliant book, seriously. I love it as much as Harry Potter. And I love Julian, (Main male character of the book) as much as Draco.
A/N - I do not know why this took me so long to get up. Everything seemed to be getting in my way, for some reason. I have this, well, a bit eccentric uncle down, who keeps peeking over my shoulder when I'm at the computer which drives me mad. Then he keeps me awake all night snoring so I'm not even in the mood to write! What can I say? When he comes, he gives me lots of money. Oh *Afterthought* and he's family.
I will try get the updates up sooner. I really do try. Sometimes, I just forget or my computer acts up or I get in a raging fight with a family member or a bitch fight with my friend. Something does happen though, to make me not update.
Okay, enough of my useless babbling. Thank you's for chapter 12 -
Thanks to courtney83 - I know, I didn't really like it either. But thank you for still reading and I hope it doesn't put you totally off. Dirty Angel - I would email you but my email address in down at the moment (Somebody keeps changing my password and I'm not going to bother change it back, cos they'll just change it again) so I hope you forgive me. Hopefully you're still reading anyway. Lady tskuya - What can I say, I am a terrible evil sadistic bitch (And that's my good points). Thanks for the review. Theantsocialone - You know, I don't think I could kill off Harry or Ron. I mean, I was upset enough killing of Justin. But that doesn't mean I definitely won't. If I'm writing and having a very bad day, Poor old harry and Ron might pay the price. LOL!
Iluvphelps2eva - Glad you liked the last part. Hope this part is okay. Draco-Malfopy-Severus-Luva - Ah yes, you're a Snape fan, are you? Well, he won't be in this fic until a while but he will make another appearance. Shadow_violet212 - You'll just have to see, won't you? I know, I couldn't really decide who I wanted to win either. But now I've decided. Hopefully you won't kill me when you find out. Ardent entity - You do not know how much I love reading your reviews. There so funny! Claim Draco? Not if I get there first. *Runs away to her beloved Draco.* Yes, you can Voldemort. Not Tom Riddle. Just big old wrinkly Voldemort. Ha! Oh, and thanks for the review.
Dancingfae - Yeah, I thought the duel might get old. Oh, that and my lack of spells. I mean, in the father son duel I had Draco shouting a locking spell for a door at Lucius. Hee hee. Heather - Thanks for the review. Means a lot, ya know. AmericanAngel1 - No, just the personal thanks you's took me an half and hour to write out. Not the part itself. Yeah, sorry about the shortness but it would take me a couple of light years to update if I was writing pages of stuff. I do want this story to be different! That's what I'm hoping for! Hotaru420 - glad you think it's a spiffy ficcy! Hope this part was okay as well. Couch-potatoe01 - There'll always be someone annoying in a kind of triangle. Harry is sort of annoying, I agree, but he annoys me in the book as well so you could kind of say I'm just keeping him in character. *Looks hopeful* Okay, I see nobody is buying this. Thanks for the review. Dazed Panda - That's more my fault for ignoring Ron. Sorry! He has a bit of a part in the next part, and then there's the big chess game with all Ron! I do love Ron, just ain't got as much time for him in this fic then I normally would. Evelia - I can't tell you who's going to win. Sorry! Thanks for the review!