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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, JK Rowling does. I make no money doing this. I have the moths in my pockets to prove it.

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Draco and Hermione shivered together in the biting cold, unaware of anything but the horrible images forming in the middle of the room. Centuries worth of star-crossed lovers from different houses popped in and out. Always, there was a conflict with blood purity. Always, the couple was miserable afterwards. More times than not, a worse fate awaited them, be it an attack, a loveless marriage, or revenge. Some scenes made them retch, though there was nothing in their stomachs to come up.

“Ww-why?” Hermione asked weakly.

“O-ob-bvious-sly, t-to t-teach usss a lessson,” Draco stuttered back.

“B-b-but w-why usss?”

Before they could continue, the room came to life again, warming them slightly. This time, it was an image that made them both freeze: Tom Riddle. He was holding onto the hand of a small girl with frizzy brown hair and glasses that made her look bug-eyed.

Hermione’s mouth dropped open in shock. “I-is that Tr-trel-lawney?”

“Th-think ssso.”

“Um, Tom,” the girl squeaked. “Won’t we get in trouble? It’s after curfew.”

Riddle flashed an award winning smile and took her tiny face in his hand. “Of course we won’t Sybill. I’m Head Boy, remember?”

Sybill flushed brightly, her eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment. “O-okay. What did you want to talk about?”

“I heard you were related to Cassandra Trelawney. Is that true?”

“Um, she was my great-great-grandmother. Why?”

“No reason. I was just curious. She was said to be a very powerful and gifted seer, a jewel amongst stones. She was special…and I think you are too.”

Sybill looked at him agog. “You think I’m special?”

Riddle smiled again, rubbing his fingers over her cheek in a reverent way. “I know you are.”

“That son of a bitch,” Draco growled, too angry to pay the numbing cold any mind.

“Sybill, if I asked you to do something, could you? I mean, not just any person could do this. And it must remain between us.”

“I…um, what is it?”

“I just want you to keep something safe for me, something I know you are familiar with, something that only someone truly extraordinary could handle.”

“What is it?”

Riddle produced a small crystal ball, much smaller than the ones students used to practice on in Divination. He was holding it in a royal blue cloth, his outstretched arm quite rigid.

“It’s beautiful,” Sybill breathed. “It looks like Cassandra’s.”

“That’s because it is,” Riddle purred. “I saw it one day when I was in Diagon Alley and I knew it was special. Now I know why. Will you hold it for me, keep it safe? After all, it is a family heirloom.”

“Yes!” Sybill squeaked and eagerly reached for the crystal ball.

“NO!” Hermione screamed, though it was pointless. She might not have taken much stock in Divination, but she knew that putting a crystal ball anywhere near the woman who had prophesied Harry’s fate was not a good idea. She’d predicted Peter Pettigrew’s defection with a crystal ball as well. In fact, eerily enough, most of her predictions had come true in one way or another.

Riddle smiled happily and handed the tiny girl the delicate crystal orb. Much to Draco and Hermione’s horror, her face went slack, eyes going glassy. She started breathing in wheezes, her head snapping back and forth before she coughed, speaking in a wheezy grumble.

“Nobility of both worlds will mend the rift set forth by the founders. The lion and the dragon will join blood and break the bonds of hatred. The power the Dark Lord knows not will conquer the world.”

Sybill had a full body seizure, inadvertently dropping the crystal where it shattered into millions of tiny pieces, spilling across the floor. She stopped jerking a moment later, looking rather confused. She looked down in horror.

“Oh, I don’t know what happened. I’m so sorry!”

She went to pick up the pieces but Riddle stopped her with an iron grip on her wrist. “Leave it! I guess I was wrong about you. You aren’t special at all, just a clumsy girl with a tarnished family history.”

Sybill burst into tears and wrenched her wrist free, flying out the door. Riddle muttered an incantation that caused the crystal ball’s remnants to disappear. Then he sat down on a nearby sofa, muttering darkly to himself.

“Power the Dark Lord knows not. Impossible! There is no power I’m not aware of. I am Lord Voldemort! No one shall conquer the world but me!”

The room went dark for a moment before another scene appeared. This time, they couldn’t breathe. This was no memory. This was... a nightmare.

The room turned into an eerie forest not unlike the forbidden one that lay outside of Hogwarts. However, this one seemed to be living. Draco and Hermione untangled their aching limbs and tiredly crawled through the brush. The room wanted to show them something. But what?

They came upon a circle of people dressed in robes reminiscent of Death Eaters. Their faces were obscured only by darkness and not silver masks. They were chanting something that sounded sinister. There was a stone table in the center of the ring and what looked like a ring of blood on the edges of it.

“Bring out the mudblood,” a deep voice intoned.

Hermione cried out in terror as she watched herself be dragged to the center and bound in place, nude, bruised, bleeding, and broken. She had very little fight left in her as was evidence by the lack of force needed to throw her on the table. A figure stepped up with a large dagger and an intricately designed cloth.

“Bring out the blood traitor,” the voice ordered again.

This time, it was Draco who yelled out in shock as his tortured form was brought out. He looked near death and in no shape to argue. He might not have even possessed a tongue, if his odd swallowing and the abundance of blood running from his mouth were any indication. They threw him against the table where his ribs cracked and he fell with a thud.

“This is what we have been waiting for my brothers and sisters. The end of muggles and mudbloods. The blood of these sacrifices shall be used to ensure that Salazar Slytherin’s noble work will be fulfilled.”

“And to think,” a shrill voice cackled. “They handed themselves over to us on a silver platter!”

“NO!” the teens screamed, quickly scampering away from the scene.

They were too weak to get up and run, too terrified to even try, but they couldn’t watch the end of this. What had that been? It definitely wasn’t a memory. Was it something the castle felt would happen? Was it a vision designed to scare them? If it was, it had done the trick.

The scene faded out, the teens collapsing in their corner, happy to be shot of the vision. If they weren’t terrified before, they were now. The room wasn’t done though. The next images showed mixed blood couples, some from their own years suffering similar fates at the hands of the cloaked ones.

“I can’t do this,” Draco croaked. “I can’t stay away from you, especially knowing… I just can’t.”

Hermione teared up. “I… oh I… you’re father.”

“Run with me,” Draco said desperately. “Let’s do what they didn’t… couldn’t. Let’s run…together.”

Hermione nodded. She couldn’t bear the thought of going through what those couples had. They weren’t even really a couple…but they could be if given half a chance. She kissed him, shifting as his member hardened underneath her. He threw himself into their kiss, eventually moving enough to enter her. They were too weak to do much more than rock back and forth, but it was enough. The haze of pleasure washed over them, leaving them too tired to stay awake any longer. Their eyelids closed, knowing that it might be the last time they did so. The cold would take them soon… but at least they would be together.

AN: I have you guys guessing a million different directions.... It makes me happy. I'm almost done with this one (though the end will be about 20 chapters out from here). It makes me sad. I'm quite attached to this one for some reason. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. It made me feel soooo much better. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys.
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