Once again the response I got to the last chapter was amazing, I can’t believe it. This Chapter won’t be as long as it’s a sort of filler chapter to link things together; I really hope u enjoy this. Tell me what u think!!
Chapter 6
Draco rushed towards his door, not really knowing what he was doing. It was that sound, the sound that had tortured his own ears for so long that was the problem; he knew where it was coming from and that why he was scared. As his bedroom door swung shut behind him he noticed the uithangbord ahead was opening, creating an archway and corridor beyond. At the end he saw a door. A door that was opened slightly, no light shone through but the sound came from within. The screams of the Gryffindor girl he had grown up being made to hate.
It was obviously the Castle, giving him a way to get to her, stop what was happening to her. He didn’t think about it really, he just ran. She wasn’t his friend, but she wasn’t his enemy either. Right now he just needed to stop the noise, it was bringing back the memories, he would hear these screams at all hours of the day, the innocent people being brought into his house, back then he had enjoyed it. He had thought that they were the criminals and they were getting what was right for them, that the mud-bloods and blood-traitors had it coming. How wrong and misguided he had been, he would never forgive his father for that. Thankful that he was rotting in Azkaban, happy that his mother was free from the abuse she got from him on a daily basis, she could now live her life as she wanted, and correct her mistakes. But could he? Narcissa had never taken the dark mark, not deemed important enough to the Dark Lord. He had though and he had watched as people were murdered, he’d never done it. He had been told to, maybe even tried to in some cases but he always missed, the green light never touched skin of his ‘enemy’.
The door was there, he knew it was hers and that was where the sound was coming from. The screams getting louder with each step, without pausing he pushed open the door expecting to see the brilliant girl under the wand of some tortures murderer she wasn’t she lay thrashing in her bed, tears rolled down her cheeks, Draco could make out words now, things like “stop.” “We don’t know” “We found it, please” if that wasn’t enough to warn him what was going on the volgende thing he set his eyes on did, the blood that was dripping down her arm from where she had moved it about, the fingers of her other hand raked down her forearm. Over the scar of the hideous mark that spelt the word, the scar itself was unharmed but the skin around it was being shredded in front of his cool grey eyes. He had to prevent any further damage, he knew that much. But how, wake her? Tie her down with a spell so she couldn’t move? Then she would still suffer her nightmare. So he chose his first option.
“Granger.” He shook her slightly but she continued to thrash and scream. “Granger, wake up. It’s not real. GRANGER.” He ended up shouting the name of the brown haired girl to rouse from her demon filled slumber. Shaking her shoulders harder once meer her eyes snapped open, she was panting heavily, as if she had been running for her life. Red stained her clothes, her bed sheets and her nails. She was shaking but he needed to clean the blood from the wound, meer just kept gushing out, for such a small girl she could do a lot of damage, he tried to pull her up, verplaats her from her bed, but any contact his skin made with her set her off shrieking and crying once again, cowering away from him. In the end he picked her up, not easily, her kicking and screaming made it harder to hold her, but she was light, not underweight but still not heavy. He carried her to the bathroom; her room was easy to navigate around as the layout was near enough the same as his. The door to the bathroom was on the far uithangbord and it lit up as they stepped in. He set her down on the edge of the large bath, conjuring a small flannel that he ran under the warm tap before softly wiping away the blood that coated her thin arm. She still whimpered and a few tears continued to leave her eyes but she held her arm still. Draco wasn’t used to this, cleaning up after people, helping them, being nice. He was doing a healers job, maybe even a house elf’s job. It was beneath him but he carried on working anyway.
Once he had fully cleaned the sticky red substance form her arm he found some bandage in a first aid kit under the sink in a small cabinet. Wrapping it around her arm tightly but not so as to cut off her circulation. The sat for a while, him quietly reassuring her that ‘she’ was gone, she wouldn’t hurt her again, soon enough Hermione went to get back in bed, with one last look back at the lump of blankets he was leaving to sleep he couldn’t help but wonder why. Why would he help her? Wasn’t she still the same lowly Muggleborn that he had met when he was eleven? No He thought, closing the door. She isn’t the same person. With that Draco could sleep soundly not knowing how much his life could change from one miniscule act of kindness towards a Bushy haired, Brown eyed Gryffindor girl.
Yay, Chapter 6 is finished and it is incredibly short and pathetic I know but I felt bad, what it been? A month? Two months since I posted? Well it’s here now. Okay quick message: If u have FACEBOOK I demand u go find a page called “A House elf stal my Hogwarts letter”- We Need likes, I am Admin Jily<3 Okay seconde message: FANPOP readers I know I normally post on each reviewers profiel to tell u there’s a new chapter, I will for this chapter but for every Chapter after this I’m afraid you’ll have to find it yourself :D Third and final message: FANFICTION READERS, Keep reviewing because I love u all. That is all, have a nice day, night, evening whatever time of dag u are reading this :D x
Chapter 6
Draco rushed towards his door, not really knowing what he was doing. It was that sound, the sound that had tortured his own ears for so long that was the problem; he knew where it was coming from and that why he was scared. As his bedroom door swung shut behind him he noticed the uithangbord ahead was opening, creating an archway and corridor beyond. At the end he saw a door. A door that was opened slightly, no light shone through but the sound came from within. The screams of the Gryffindor girl he had grown up being made to hate.
It was obviously the Castle, giving him a way to get to her, stop what was happening to her. He didn’t think about it really, he just ran. She wasn’t his friend, but she wasn’t his enemy either. Right now he just needed to stop the noise, it was bringing back the memories, he would hear these screams at all hours of the day, the innocent people being brought into his house, back then he had enjoyed it. He had thought that they were the criminals and they were getting what was right for them, that the mud-bloods and blood-traitors had it coming. How wrong and misguided he had been, he would never forgive his father for that. Thankful that he was rotting in Azkaban, happy that his mother was free from the abuse she got from him on a daily basis, she could now live her life as she wanted, and correct her mistakes. But could he? Narcissa had never taken the dark mark, not deemed important enough to the Dark Lord. He had though and he had watched as people were murdered, he’d never done it. He had been told to, maybe even tried to in some cases but he always missed, the green light never touched skin of his ‘enemy’.
The door was there, he knew it was hers and that was where the sound was coming from. The screams getting louder with each step, without pausing he pushed open the door expecting to see the brilliant girl under the wand of some tortures murderer she wasn’t she lay thrashing in her bed, tears rolled down her cheeks, Draco could make out words now, things like “stop.” “We don’t know” “We found it, please” if that wasn’t enough to warn him what was going on the volgende thing he set his eyes on did, the blood that was dripping down her arm from where she had moved it about, the fingers of her other hand raked down her forearm. Over the scar of the hideous mark that spelt the word, the scar itself was unharmed but the skin around it was being shredded in front of his cool grey eyes. He had to prevent any further damage, he knew that much. But how, wake her? Tie her down with a spell so she couldn’t move? Then she would still suffer her nightmare. So he chose his first option.
“Granger.” He shook her slightly but she continued to thrash and scream. “Granger, wake up. It’s not real. GRANGER.” He ended up shouting the name of the brown haired girl to rouse from her demon filled slumber. Shaking her shoulders harder once meer her eyes snapped open, she was panting heavily, as if she had been running for her life. Red stained her clothes, her bed sheets and her nails. She was shaking but he needed to clean the blood from the wound, meer just kept gushing out, for such a small girl she could do a lot of damage, he tried to pull her up, verplaats her from her bed, but any contact his skin made with her set her off shrieking and crying once again, cowering away from him. In the end he picked her up, not easily, her kicking and screaming made it harder to hold her, but she was light, not underweight but still not heavy. He carried her to the bathroom; her room was easy to navigate around as the layout was near enough the same as his. The door to the bathroom was on the far uithangbord and it lit up as they stepped in. He set her down on the edge of the large bath, conjuring a small flannel that he ran under the warm tap before softly wiping away the blood that coated her thin arm. She still whimpered and a few tears continued to leave her eyes but she held her arm still. Draco wasn’t used to this, cleaning up after people, helping them, being nice. He was doing a healers job, maybe even a house elf’s job. It was beneath him but he carried on working anyway.
Once he had fully cleaned the sticky red substance form her arm he found some bandage in a first aid kit under the sink in a small cabinet. Wrapping it around her arm tightly but not so as to cut off her circulation. The sat for a while, him quietly reassuring her that ‘she’ was gone, she wouldn’t hurt her again, soon enough Hermione went to get back in bed, with one last look back at the lump of blankets he was leaving to sleep he couldn’t help but wonder why. Why would he help her? Wasn’t she still the same lowly Muggleborn that he had met when he was eleven? No He thought, closing the door. She isn’t the same person. With that Draco could sleep soundly not knowing how much his life could change from one miniscule act of kindness towards a Bushy haired, Brown eyed Gryffindor girl.
Yay, Chapter 6 is finished and it is incredibly short and pathetic I know but I felt bad, what it been? A month? Two months since I posted? Well it’s here now. Okay quick message: If u have FACEBOOK I demand u go find a page called “A House elf stal my Hogwarts letter”- We Need likes, I am Admin Jily<3 Okay seconde message: FANPOP readers I know I normally post on each reviewers profiel to tell u there’s a new chapter, I will for this chapter but for every Chapter after this I’m afraid you’ll have to find it yourself :D Third and final message: FANFICTION READERS, Keep reviewing because I love u all. That is all, have a nice day, night, evening whatever time of dag u are reading this :D x
This is kind of like a song version on Neville's speech in DH part 2. I do not have a clue what I wrote it but I hope u enjoy it.
Hold up your glasses it’s over and done
We fought and we fell but that not good enough
People die every dag but we can’t let them die in vain
We try to keep moving, we try to keep fighting
Just one meer step closer to the ending
If we mess it up give it one meer tries
There just no game over were done
At least not tell we have won
We can lose everything
But that’s not going to stop us now
We can’t just walk away from the crimes that u done
Voldemort u going down
And way u can stop us
u can’t break us down
Hold up your glasses it’s over and done
We fought and we fell but that not good enough
People die every dag but we can’t let them die in vain
We try to keep moving, we try to keep fighting
Just one meer step closer to the ending
If we mess it up give it one meer tries
There just no game over were done
At least not tell we have won
We can lose everything
But that’s not going to stop us now
We can’t just walk away from the crimes that u done
Voldemort u going down
And way u can stop us
u can’t break us down
1 Egg White (buy ready pasteurised egg white from the shop, rather than just using raw eggs)
12 oz Icing Sugar (powdered sugar)
3 drops Peppermint Essence
Liquorice Laces
Instructions
Whisk egg white until frothy.
Beat in sugar and essence.
Knead well.
Shape into spheres door rolling between palms.
inpakken, wrap in liquorice laces.
Cool in fridge. :)
lollipops (Way-Sour Charms Blow Pops, Dum Dums, etc)
Pop Rocks (whatever flavor u choose)
Instructions
Remove the lollipops from their original wrappers.
Open the Pop Rocks and pour them in a shallow bowl.
If your lollipops are not sticky enough on their own, dip them quickly in plain water.
Roll the lollipops in the Pop Rocks until they are completely covered.
inpakken, wrap them in plain wax paper squares.
The Pop Rocks immediately start losing their "pop" when in contact with the moisture in the lollipops, so assemble these as close in time to serving as possible for the best effect
12 oz Icing Sugar (powdered sugar)
3 drops Peppermint Essence
Liquorice Laces
Instructions
Whisk egg white until frothy.
Beat in sugar and essence.
Knead well.
Shape into spheres door rolling between palms.
inpakken, wrap in liquorice laces.
Cool in fridge. :)
lollipops (Way-Sour Charms Blow Pops, Dum Dums, etc)
Pop Rocks (whatever flavor u choose)
Instructions
Remove the lollipops from their original wrappers.
Open the Pop Rocks and pour them in a shallow bowl.
If your lollipops are not sticky enough on their own, dip them quickly in plain water.
Roll the lollipops in the Pop Rocks until they are completely covered.
inpakken, wrap them in plain wax paper squares.
The Pop Rocks immediately start losing their "pop" when in contact with the moisture in the lollipops, so assemble these as close in time to serving as possible for the best effect
If only we could be together,
u and I,
But our parents would never allow it,
u and I,
Our hearts are broken,
Yours and mine,
I weep for you,
My dear Rose,
Tears run down my face,
Like water flows.
I love the way your wand made flowers,
Made me feel like I had super powers.
I love your spirit,
Fierce but charming,
Complimenting and healing mine,
Which is hurtfull and harming.
My dad's a butt,
My mum is too,
But u made my hart-, hart soar,
When I was with YOU.
Your the best witch ever,
Inherrited your mum's brains,
Your hair is fiery,
Like a bright pretty flame.
If only we could be together,
u and I,
Forever together,
u and I
u and I,
But our parents would never allow it,
u and I,
Our hearts are broken,
Yours and mine,
I weep for you,
My dear Rose,
Tears run down my face,
Like water flows.
I love the way your wand made flowers,
Made me feel like I had super powers.
I love your spirit,
Fierce but charming,
Complimenting and healing mine,
Which is hurtfull and harming.
My dad's a butt,
My mum is too,
But u made my hart-, hart soar,
When I was with YOU.
Your the best witch ever,
Inherrited your mum's brains,
Your hair is fiery,
Like a bright pretty flame.
If only we could be together,
u and I,
Forever together,
u and I