Gregory Goyle was thrown backwards into a dark cell by two Azkaban guards.
“Hey! Let me out of here!” Goyle yelled, grasping the iron bars. “Let me out! I told you what you needed to know, now let me go!”
“You are a wanted Death Eater,” Mr. Weasley said behind the cell. “You committed thirteen murders. The murder of Mr. and Mrs. Vane, John Dawlish, Dennis Creevy, Michael Corner, Stewart Ackerley, Eleanor Branstone, Sally-Anne Perks, Mr. Wood, Rose Zeller, Xavier Rastrick, Geoffrey Hooper and…Percy Weasley.”
Goyle pounded the cell with his fists. “Damn you to hell, Weasley!”
“You may be going there first, Goyle.” Mr. Weasley said plainly before leaving.
Vincent Crabbe was walking alone outside a park in Buckingham, England. He pulled out a flask from his inside cloak pocket and chugged it down.
A few middle-aged women passed by. The first two were brunette with short and shoulder length hair wearing jeans and flowered blouses. The two behind them, a blond and African American lady with black braids were busy chatting nosily.
“Why hello there,” Vincent said, pulling off his glasses in an attractive manner. The girls snickered with each other and scooted past him.
However, a girl with blond curly hair did happen to stop. “Hi. My name is Ursula.” She said in an American accent holding out her hand.
Vincent grinned with pleasure. He took her hand and kissed it. “My name is Vincent.”
Ursula giggled in a girlish fashion.
“You’re an American, right?” He asked her.
Ursula nodded her head, blushing all the same. “How did you know?”
“Your accent, its different.” Vincent gave her hand a little squeeze. “But it’s very beautiful.”
Ursula giggled again.
“Are you alone here?”
“Unfortunately I am.” Ursula’s face went sour. “My sister and brother didn’t want to join me to look at the beautiful sights of Buckingham. They fled off to France instead. They said that to meet here in a couple of days. Until then I’m here by myself.” She battered her eyelashes at Vincent.
“You won’t be alone any longer.” He said gravely. “I’ll be happy to show you around.”
Ursula smiled proudly.
Vincent held out his arm for her. She slid her arm through.
“Who knows?” He said, winking at her. “Maybe we’ll even take a tour of my mansion.”
“You have a mansion?” Ursula exclaimed. “Cool!”
Vincent chuckled at Ursula’s American remark. He found the language peculiar.
“Where’s your mansion?” Ursula pressed on. “Can we go there now?”
“Not just yet, no. We have to wait first.”
“But why?” Ursula pouted like a little girl. “Can’t we go there now? I’ve never
been inside a mansion before.”
Vincent chuckled. “My dear, now’s not the perfect timing. You see, I have a few guests
that are staying with me at the moment and they wouldn’t be pleased to see that I’ve brought home another,” he said in a king-like manner.
Ursula gave him a playful shove. “Please. Pretty please
with a cherry on top.”
Vincent stopped and took a long look at her. She was quite attractive. A few of her large curls hung in front of her slender shoulders. Her make-up was done to perfection. She looked like an angel with red rose petals for lips. Her dress was clinging to her body so closely that Vincent couldn’t help but to stare at her bosom. Her slender legs went on for miles. Altogether, she looked like a model.
When Ursula noticed Vincent eying her, she bit her bottom lip sexily. She pressed herself closer to him. “I promise I’ll be a good
girl,” she whispered suggestively.
Vincent gulped and held Ursula closer and breathed on her cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Hermione didn’t want to think about anything, but lying in her bed and letting sleep engulf her.
As she shut off the remaining lights downstairs and headed upstairs, she noticed that Malfoy’s door was slightly opened. She saw that he was already fast asleep.
She sighed and went to her bedroom. She changed, as quickly as possible, into her pyjamas and collapsed onto her bed. She threw the blankets over herself and stared plainly into the darkness.
Something wasn’t right. She couldn’t find sleep so she tried something else. She tried counting sheep like her mother taught her to do at a young age. That attempt was also fruitless.
She flipped to her right side and stared out the window. There were shinning stars in all directions. She decided to count the stars instead since they were more interesting to watch. After counting 433 stars and still not being sleepy, she checked her clock for the time. It was half past eleven.
She sighed deeply and sat up, fluffing her pillow this time.
Endless thoughts kept squirming through her head like a non-stop rollercoaster. It was getting pretty annoying.
Why can’t I sleep?
Hermione thought angrily. She flipped onto her back once more.
Over a room away, she could hear the light snores of Malfoy.
“Ugh,” she whispered in disgust. Why does he have to snore so loudly? Doesn’t he annoy me enough already?
Hermione bit her bottom lip in frustration and thought. He goes around knocking stuff over like a clumsy drunk! I can’t wait until this is over! I don’t want to be by him ever again.
She turned to her left side this time, her hands folded under her ear.
Hermione yawned loudly. He’s just the same. He’s just like all the rest of them.
Hermione’s eyelids were getting heavy. Dim-witted, spoiled, idiot--
Hermione’s thoughts shut off as her eyes finally closed.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw that daylight was shining through her window like a blinding headlight. She shielded her eyes with her hands as she sat up.
She heard clanks of dishes downstairs. She listened for the sound of a voice, but there none came. She figured Malfoy must have gone downstairs and wandered accidentally into the kitchen, dropping things over.
Hermione took a deep, annoyed sigh and pulled the blankets off of herself and went to the bathroom to get ready for yet another long day.
Another crash of a pan falling into the sink reached her ears.
She tidied herself up and went back to her room, changing out of her pyjamas.
As she walked down the stairs and into the living room, the noise stopped. It was so silent she thought Malfoy may have killed himself.
She opened the swinging door leading to the kitchen and saw Malfoy sitting at the table with his back turned towards her.
He held up a cup to his lips and took a sip. Hermione guessed it may have been coffee since there was a pan in the sink.
She was a bit surprised that he had managed to make coffee, but after all, he did need to learn these things anyway; the sooner, the better.
She went to the fridge and opened it, retrieving a gallon of Sunny Delight. She went over to the sink and washed a glass for herself, pouring the orange juice.
She inhaled the sweet smell and drank it in one gulp.
“Finally awake are you?” Draco asked in an icy voice. He didn’t look up from the table, but kept his eyes and face downward.
Hermione watched him slowly. “Yeah, I was
pretty tired. I couldn’t sleep last night.” Hermione went over to the stove and pulled out a frying pan so she could prepare some egg omelettes. “What would you like for breakfast?”
“I already ate,” Malfoy replied plainly.
Hermione did notice that he also had a piece of toast on a plate in front of him. There was a butter knife dipped in grape jelly beside the plate.
“You sure you don’t want anything else?” Hermione asked uneasily.
Hermione waited a few seconds as the clock ticked loudly in the other room. Looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,
she thought as she examined him.
“How long did you think you could keep this up?” Malfoy asked suddenly.
Hermione stared at him blankly. “What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Granger
Hermione’s eyes literally bulged out of her head. She backed herself into the kitchen counter behind her. “Wh-what did you say?”
“You heard me…” Malfoy looked up and looked at her directly in her eyes, “Granger, I know who you are.”
Hermione swallowed uneasily as she watched Malfoy get up and approach her. “You can see?”
“You think I wouldn’t find out?” He said, his voice was as cool as his eyes. “You think I’m an idiot?” He seized Hermione by her shoulders. “Well I do
know! I can see everything now!”
Hermione gasped as she tried to pull away from his strong grip. “Let go Malfoy!”
Malfoy pressed harder against Hermione, making her gasp louder due to the counter stabbing in her back behind her.
She tried to kick her legs, but Malfoy didn’t leave any space between them.
“Afraid, Granger?” Malfoy breathed, making her shiver. “That’s how I felt when I was blind, but you didn’t care.”
“Y-yes, I-I did care.” Hermione stuttered, but that only made Malfoy angrier.
“You had a hell of a way of showing it!” He dug his fingers deeper into her shoulder blades. “You didn’t give a damn about me, Granger! You thought less of me even though I was in need of your aid!”
“Malfoy, get the hell away from me!” Hermione screamed at him, but he only smirked.
“I’m going to make you suffer for the way you treated me.”
"You make idle threats Malfoy." Hermione said in what she had hoped was a threatening and mocking voice, but she still felt a single tear drop slide down her cheek.
"You think so?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrow. Hermione forced herself to stare into his frightening eyes. "Don't tempt me to do something worse to you." He watched as Hermione took a noticable gulp.
you, Granger.” Draco whispered his face closing in on hers, licking his lips. “I despise you so much.”
“Then kill me already. I’d rather be dead.” Hermione said in determination.
Malfoy laughed again. “Death is what you want and death is what you deserve, but I won’t give you that pleasure easily. No… I’m going to torture you. I’m going to give you exactly
what you deserve.”
Hermione struggled against him, terribly frightened. He was strong, very strong and she wasn’t even armed for this. She had absently left her wand in the bathroom upstairs.
She did the only thing that came to her mind that time: she stomped down on his bare foot with her shoe.
Just as she hoped, Malfoy pulled away from her, holding his foot in his hand. She shoved him backwards with all her might and grabbed the butcher knife on the counter. She held it up at him.
She was breathing hard, taking rapid breaths since the battle had worn her out fast.
Malfoy stood where he was and glared at Hermione. He took a step towards her, but Hermione was ready.
“Don’t you dare
take another step if you want to live,” she said in a hurried and threatening voice.
“You wouldn’t,” Draco whispered, taking another hesitant step.
“I would! Just try me!” She screamed at him, obviously beginning to panic. She had never killed anybody and even though this was Malfoy, she couldn’t see herself murdering him.
Draco smirked at her uneasiness and went for her wrist, but missed completely. Without thinking twice, Hermione swung the butcher knife in one swift motion, barely scratching Malfoy across the chest, making a horizontal rip on his t-shirt. The cut was no bigger than a paper cut.
Malfoy stumbled backwards, in obvious surprise, but he got over it quick enough. "Is that the best you got, Granger? You're going to have to do better than that." He narrowed his eyes at her and was about to advance once more, when suddenly, he fell on his knees on the marble floor. He looked up at Hermione with emotional eyes.
Hermione placed her hand over her mouth; her eyes watered from the horrifying scene before her. All she could think was I killed Malfoy!
“Je-Jean…” Draco whispered, his breathing laboured, “Why? Why, Jean?”
**A/N: Sorry that this chapter was shorter than the others so far, but I didn't want to add so much detail in this one because well...that's what the next few chapters are for. ^_^ Hope you continue enjoying! Please leave a review! It makes me *smile**