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Chapter 16 : Discombobulated
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THIS IS NOT THE END!! There is one more chapter to go and that's an Epilouge. Anyway, let me know what you think!! Read and review (review and I'll give you a gallizion cookies!) Reviews are as good as the TARDIS materilizing outside my door.
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Hermione screamed. Louder than she ever had before. Louder than when Bellatrix had tortured her. Louder than when she had found her parents dead on their own living room floor. She was screaming for herself now. Not for someone else. Not for someone to come and rescue her. For herself. She knew no one could hear her scream, but she had to try.
Dorian smiled cruely and leaned down to kiss her. Hermione pushed him away. The next thing she knew she was lying on the floor halfway across the room with an arm throbbing with pain. Automatically, Hermione reached for her wand only to find her wand-holder empty.
“You really think I’m that stupid?” Dorian snarled, his face distorted. He no longer looked like the Scottish farm boy, “I knew you were stupid, but not that stupid. You knew what I was, why didn’t you stop me when you had the chance? Why didn’t you kill me before I ever had the chance to kill you? Now, you are going to die and then your little boyfriend will join you later.” Hermione cowered in the corner of the room, her hands covering her face.
“What did I do to you?” Hermione asked, “Dorian, please, don’t do this.” Hermione pleaded. She had never felt so scared in all her life. At least when Harry, Ron and her where hunting horcruxes she had the two boys to save her. Now she had nothing, not even her wand, and she was trapped in a small room with no way out.
“Dorian!” Ciara’s voice filled the room, “Finish her! You don’t get paid to toy with your victims! You get paid to kill them!” Hermione saw this as her chance. She stood to her unstable feet and ran for the door, but Dorian grabbed her and pulled her back.
“You don’t leave until I tell you too! Do you understand me!” Dorian roared, shaking Hermione roughly. Hermione kicked Dorian between the legs and he buckled over in pain, grunting an incohesive sentence. Hermione didn’t look back. She ran. She ran down the stairs, through the kitchen and out the door.
Find a place to hide. Find a place to hide. Hermione told herself, looking around wildly, finally, she saw a somewhat-decent hiding spot. She ran for the old oak tree and tried to scale it, but it was no in vain. There were no branches to grab onto and she didn’t have her wand with her. Turning back around — with tears running down her cheeks - Hermione ran to the door only to find it looked. Her arm was still searing with pain. She took a quick look at it and saw it sticking out at an odd angle. She had broken it.
“Hermione. Oh, Hermione where are you? I don’t like to play games. Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Dorian taunted. Hermione spun around and faced the garden again. She couldn’t see Dorian anywhere - whether that was a blessing or a curse, Hermione couldn’t decide,
“Hermione. Miss Granger. Witch. Mudblood. You know, I can keep calling you by all your different names and see which one you reply to.” Dorian teased. Hermione could hear Dorian’s footsteps getting closer and closer. Hermione ran again, only this time, she ran straight into the arms of her capture.
“Gotcha.” He snarled, holding onto Hermione’s arms so tight that her blood circulation found it so hard to keep moving. Hermione froze in fear. She felt immobilized under Dorian’s dark stare.
No! Run! Hermione run! Run! Run! RUN! Her brain was screaming at her to run, but she couldn’t move. She willed every single bone in her body to make, she didn’t care in what direction. She just needed them to move, but nothing did. Only Dorian’s hand, and in his hand, he held a silver dagger.
“What are you?” Hermione gasped. Fear had invaded her mind, she wasn’t going to even pretend to act brave. She was scared. She was frightened. She was stuck. Dorian looked down on the helpless Hermione and smiled cruelly.
“I am your worst nightmare.” He snarled, bringing the dagger down onto Hermione’s heart.
The dagger was brought down, but it never touched Hermione’s skin. Someone had knocked Hermione out the way and hit it out of Dorian’s hand.
“You stay away from her.” The stranger snarled drawing his wand. Hermione knew that voice.
“Draco!” Hermione yelled in joy. She had never been so glad to see Draco before in her life.
“Or what? You’ll kill me?” Dorian snarled back at Hermione’s savior. They both seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Hermione was still in the garden. Draco began to shot spells at Dorian, all of them powerful and dark. He was using dark magic Hermione realized. None of the spells hit Dorian, they all rebounded.
“Seriously,” Dorian laughed, “I thought your breed was smart. Come on, I’m a killer of your kind do you honestly think that I don’t come protected? No matter what spell you throw at me Veneficus, my ring will block it.” Dorian said, holding up his fist, “If you want to kill me, then you have to use your fists, or, maybe even a gun. Wait, no, I forgot, you witches and wizards aren’t up with the times—” Dorian used air quotations when he emphasized the last few words,
“—fine then. Fight to the death and whoever is still alive at the end gets the girl.” Dorian indicated to Hermione. Draco shot Hermione a look that she had never seen on his face before.
“What? Are you too scared that your going to lose your precious mudblood girlfriend.” Dorian taunted. That’s all that it took. One word to set Draco off.
Draco threw his wand on the ground and launched himself at Dorian, punching every little bit of Dorian he could. Hermione watched, unable to move, as the two men fought. Dorian grabbed Draco by the neck and kneed him in the stomach, Draco made an inhuman sound as he doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach. Blood was trickling from the side of Draco’s mouth and from a deep gash in his forehead. Dorian, however, had only one cut just above his right eye, which was bleeding heavily.
“Is she really worth it?” Dorian spat after they, once again, broke apart, “I mean, just let me have her and your life will go back to normal again.” Draco plastered a look of disgust on his face as he punched Dorian in the nose. It made an unnatural crack.
“She is worth it and do you know why? Because I love her.” Hermione gasped and stared at Draco. He had just said that he loved her. She opened her mouth about to say something but Draco wasn’t looking at her, he was about to land a devastating blow to Dorian, “And do you want to know something else, Austen?” Draco smirked as he punched Dorian and he landed on the ground with a soft thud, “Never piss off a Malfoy.” Draco brought his fists down and knocked Dorian out. He lay there, in his own projection. Dying. Draco walked over to Dorian and pulled his ring off. Throwing the ring into the garden Draco pointed his wand at Dorian and muttered a spell under his breath. Hermione stared at Dorian and she watched him take his last breath.
“Hermione are you okay?” Draco asked, running over to Hermione, kissing her gently, “I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot. Harry explained everything to me. I’m so sorry.” Draco apologized over and over again, kissing Hermione.
“Draco,” Hermione said, he stopped kissing her and looked into her brown eyes, “It’s okay love.” Hermione pulled Draco into a hug and kissed his cheek, “I should have told you.”
“Marry me.” Draco whispered into her ear, “Marry me Hermione.”
“I’m sorry?” Hermione said, sure she had heard him wrong. Draco looked away sheepishly but still replied, “Marry me Hermione, then we could be together, forever.” A huge smile spread over Hermione’s face and she kissed Draco roughly on the lips.
“Yes,” she said into his ear, kissing his neck. She was still in immense pain and her arm was still throbbing but she didn’t care. Pain seemed nonexistent to her, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” She said again, “I love you Draco Malfoy.” She said suddenly.
“I love you too Hermione Granger.” He replied, pulling her into a kiss.
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