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Christian · 07-24-2007, 09:15 PM

And more. This is the second last chapter:

~*~*~

Ron and Ginny visited me the next day; I was feeling much better, though my body felt frail, almost as if I were to stand up, I would break into a million pieces. Or maybe that was just my heart.

“Now you can tell us what happened,” Ron said, leaning forward eagerly. “We’ll tell McGonagall what you said, so she knows about it too.”

I recounted what happened, minus everything that had gone on between Draco and myself. I merely told them that Draco had dragged me into a hidden passageway, where Lord Voldemort had questioned me and hit me with a spell.

“What spell was it?” Ginny asked.

“What’s Malfoy doing here?” Ron inquired.

I ignored Ginny’s question; I did not want to bring up Draco giving me a potion that had saved my life. Instead I answered Ron’s question. “I have thought it over, and I think it was to get the horcrux for Voldemort.” I lowered my voice when I said this.

“Blimey,” Ron whispered, ogling at me. “And now Voldemort has it?”

I nodded mournfully.

“But how did you end up outside Professor McGonagall’s office if you were clearly knocked out in the tunnel?” Ginny asked, her eyebrows contracting.

I paused, thinking of a plausible explanation. I suspected that Draco had dropped me off there, but of course I couldn’t tell Ginny that.

“Time for sleep, Miss Granger,” Madam Pomfrey advised, saving me without knowing it.

I readily burrowed under my covers. “I’ll see you two tomorrow, all right?” I said to the two Weasleys. They nodded and stood up to leave.

“Ron!” I called, remembering something. He paused; his hand was hovering above the doorknob.

“Yeah?”

“When you visit tomorrow, can you get me Moste Potente Potions?” I asked.

He cocked his eyebrow at me. “You would’ve thought that if you were sick you wouldn’t want to be reading up on potions—but then again, you’re Hermione Granger, so I guess logically that makes sense.”

“Thanks, Ron,” I said, smiling.

He grinned back and shut the door quietly behind him.

~

I slept the whole next day through. I dreamed again, though this time, I was not quite sure if it was a dream.

It was nighttime, and Draco had emerged once more. His pale hair was reflecting the moon’s rays that were streaming down from the high windows of the Hospital Wing.

“You’re better, right?” he asked huskily and quite forcefully; it seemed that he didn’t have experience saying things tenderly. When I nodded, he smiled—well, it was half a smile, half a smirk, as usual. “I knew you’d come around.”

Bending down, he gently kissed me, making my heart want to burst from my chest. I didn’t know what to think. He had used me to take the horcrux, but he had saved my life. He stared at me with his clear grey eyes. “I gave the horcrux to McGongall. Don’t ask me how I did it without Voldemort or McGonagall knowing, but I did. Nevertheless, they’re coming for me. It won’t be long.” Pressing the emerald piece of ribbon into my hand, he explained, “I fetched it from your dormitory. Keep it, will you?”

I didn’t say anything.

Then the double doors of the Hospital Wing burst open, making me start in bed. Professor McGonagall and many members of the Order along with Ministry aurors burst in. “There he is!” the Headmistress announced, advancing upon him.

“Finally caught me, have you?” Draco drawled. He stayed calm, but I could feel the panic emanating from him.

“It’s straight to Azkaban for you,” Moody growled, taking a hold of Draco and binding ropes around him with a quick spell.

Draco’s face contorted. “You can’t do that! I demand a fair trial. You can’t prove anything, Mad-Eye.”

Moody peered at Draco fiercely with his electric blue eye.

“I have information,” Draco continued hastily. “Please, I trial. I need a trial.”

Kingsley Shacklebolt was staring hard at Draco. “Mr. Malfoy, you do know that is partly up to the Ministry whether you have a trial or not. You may organize some defence if you feel it is crucial.” Moody glared at him, but Shacklebolt continued. “Should we deem you worthy of a trial, we will give it.”

I opened my eyes a crack and saw Draco as they dragged him away. His eyes were pleading me, almost saying, “Don’t leave me there. Help me.”

Biting my lip, I merely watched them carting him away. My mind was too muddled to do anything about it.

When I awoke the next morning, the book Moste Potente Potions was on my bedside table and a green ribbon was clasped in my hand.

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Christian Puffskein Join Date: Jun 2007 Location: Hanging around Posts: 1,271 Hogwarts RPG Name: Callisto Maven	Chapter 18 And more. This is the second last chapter: ~~~ Ron and Ginny visited me the next day; I was feeling much better, though my body felt frail, almost as if I were to stand up, I would break into a million pieces. Or maybe that was just my heart. “Now you can tell us what happened,” Ron said, leaning forward eagerly. “We’ll tell McGonagall what you said, so she knows about it too.” I recounted what happened, minus everything that had gone on between Draco and myself. I merely told them that Draco had dragged me into a hidden passageway, where Lord Voldemort had questioned me and hit me with a spell. “What spell was it?” Ginny asked. “What’s Malfoy doing here?” Ron inquired. I ignored Ginny’s question; I did not want to bring up Draco giving me a potion that had saved my life. Instead I answered Ron’s question. “I have thought it over, and I think it was to get the horcrux for Voldemort.” I lowered my voice when I said this. “Blimey,” Ron whispered, ogling at me. “And now Voldemort has it?” I nodded mournfully. “But how did you end up outside Professor McGonagall’s office if you were clearly knocked out in the tunnel?” Ginny asked, her eyebrows contracting. I paused, thinking of a plausible explanation. I suspected that Draco had dropped me off there, but of course I couldn’t tell Ginny that. “Time for sleep, Miss Granger,” Madam Pomfrey advised, saving me without knowing it. I readily burrowed under my covers. “I’ll see you two tomorrow, all right?” I said to the two Weasleys. They nodded and stood up to leave. “Ron!” I called, remembering something. He paused; his hand was hovering above the doorknob. “Yeah?” “When you visit tomorrow, can you get me Moste Potente Potions?” I asked. He cocked his eyebrow at me. “You would’ve thought that if you were sick you wouldn’t want to be reading up on potions—but then again, you’re Hermione Granger, so I guess logically that makes sense.” “Thanks, Ron,” I said, smiling. He grinned back and shut the door quietly behind him. ~ I slept the whole next day through. I dreamed again, though this time, I was not quite sure if it was a dream. It was nighttime, and Draco had emerged once more. His pale hair was reflecting the moon’s rays that were streaming down from the high windows of the Hospital Wing. “You’re better, right?” he asked huskily and quite forcefully; it seemed that he didn’t have experience saying things tenderly. When I nodded, he smiled—well, it was half a smile, half a smirk, as usual. “I knew you’d come around.” Bending down, he gently kissed me, making my heart want to burst from my chest. I didn’t know what to think. He had used me to take the horcrux, but he had saved my life. He stared at me with his clear grey eyes. “I gave the horcrux to McGongall. Don’t ask me how I did it without Voldemort or McGonagall knowing, but I did. Nevertheless, they’re coming for me. It won’t be long.” Pressing the emerald piece of ribbon into my hand, he explained, “I fetched it from your dormitory. Keep it, will you?” I didn’t say anything. Then the double doors of the Hospital Wing burst open, making me start in bed. Professor McGonagall and many members of the Order along with Ministry aurors burst in. “There he is!” the Headmistress announced, advancing upon him. “Finally caught me, have you?” Draco drawled. He stayed calm, but I could feel the panic emanating from him. “It’s straight to Azkaban for you,” Moody growled, taking a hold of Draco and binding ropes around him with a quick spell. Draco’s face contorted. “You can’t do that! I demand a fair trial. You can’t prove anything, Mad-Eye.” Moody peered at Draco fiercely with his electric blue eye. “I have information,” Draco continued hastily. “Please, I trial. I need a trial.” Kingsley Shacklebolt was staring hard at Draco. “Mr. Malfoy, you do know that is partly up to the Ministry whether you have a trial or not. You may organize some defence if you feel it is crucial.” Moody glared at him, but Shacklebolt continued. “Should we deem you worthy of a trial, we will give it.” I opened my eyes a crack and saw Draco as they dragged him away. His eyes were pleading me, almost saying, “Don’t leave me there. Help me.” Biting my lip, I merely watched them carting him away. My mind was too muddled to do anything about it. When I awoke the next morning, the book Moste Potente Potions was on my bedside table and a green ribbon was clasped in my hand. __________________ On hiatus. Last edited by Christian; 07-24-2007 at 09:16 PM.