Temptations | By : Nikkilicious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Sloth like rust, consumes faster than labor wears, while the used key is always bright”
-- Benjamin Franklin
The loud pounding of Hagrid’s hurried steps could be heard throughout the halls of Hogwarts. He was running, heading straight for McGonagall’s office. She wasn’t in the Headmaster’s office. It was rarely used. When she acquired the position she declined moving in to it out of respect for Dumbledore. So Hagrid didn’t have far to go; just on the first floor, up the staircase, and down the hall.
He burst through the wooden door, knocking it off its hinges. McGonagall jumped in surprise, her hand going over her heart; an instinct at being startled.
“Hagrid, what is it?” The alarmed look on his face was enough for her to realize something wasn’t quite right.
“Its Hermione and Malfoy. They’re gone!”
Immediately McGonagall rose from her chair and headed swiftly out of the room, towards the Headmaster’s office.
Hagrid followed in suit, still panicked over the recent turn of events.
When they arrived in the chamber, McGonagall turned to Hagrid, a determined look on her face.
“What do you mean gone? What happened?”
“Well they came ou’ last night, like yer told ‘em to. But I completely forgo’ that I had detention duty. I was busy, see, so I told ‘em to go on alone, but come righ’ back. I sent Fang along with ‘em.” McGonagall held up her hand to stop him there.
“What do you mean like I told them to?”
“Well, like they said. You told ‘em to come down to me for their detention in the Forbidden Forest. I din’t think nothing’ of it. I should ‘ave known. Sending them poor kids out alone at night. I’m terribly sorry, you gotta believe me!” The poor half giant was almost in tears.
McGonagall put the pieces together in her mind. Apparently she’d given Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy detention, and sent them to Hagrid, who was to take them into the forest. But he had forgotten. He was busy doing something else so he sent them along, alone.
“How do you know they’re gone?”
“Well like I said, I sent Fang along with ‘em. I was standing out by me door this mornin’ and here he comes, running out of the woods. Well I knew then that he’d been out there all night. But the kids weren’t with ‘im. So they must still be out there.”
“Hagrid, listen to me. I never gave Hermione Granger or Draco Malfoy detention. I never told them to go into the forest for any reason. You never forgot about detention duty because I never assigned you to it in the first place. Something else is going on here.”
Hagrid’s eyes widened in fear. If it wasn’t McGonagall who had sent them out on detention, then he couldn’t even begin to imagine who did.
“I want you to go get Severus. As fast as you can, but don’t act suspicious. I don’t want to worry any of the students. Not yet. We will get this figured out. Go, now.”
He did as she instructed and left the office, hastily heading down to the dungeons to get Snape.
McGonagall turned to gaze out the window that overlooked the forest.
“Oh dear…”
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The spinning stopped. Draco felt solid ground beneath his feet. He also felt warmth on his chest where Hermione was pressed up against him, clinging to his robes for dear life. She seemed to realize her position, staring up at him with wide eyes before letting go and fumbling backward a few steps.
“Sorry.” It was just a whisper, but in the dead silence, he could hear it perfectly.
And he could hear something else. Her voice was strained. And then…a splatter. Heaving. She was throwing up. He could barely make out the outline of her form hunched over as she spilled her guts.
“Jesus, Granger!”
If he hadn’t been nauseous before, he was now. They’d stuffed themselves, yes, but he was used to eating a lot and even though he had just consumed far more than his body allotted, Draco had a strong stomach.
Strong enough to keep it from coming back up anyway. Not quite strong enough to force down all the waves of queasiness that had started to wash over him.
Ignoring her, and his own body‘s sudden change, he pivoted in a slow circle, his eyes scanning around the dim light, trying to figure out where they’d landed.
“The Shrieking Shack?” His attention snapped back toward her, where she had stopped puking and was obviously more content with a now empty stomach.
“That’s where we are?” He’d seen it from the outside many times but had never actually been inside. He didn’t think anyone had ever been inside. But leave it to know-it-all Granger to prove him wrong. Again. Of course she’d been inside. And even if that wasn’t the case, he was sure she had probably read about it somewhere.
“Yes. The Shrieking Shack. In Hogsmede!”
He didn’t really understand her excitement. In fact, he actually felt a pang of fear in his gut when he realized the implications of that statement. The shack was supposedly haunted. He’d known people to say that they had heard moaning and howling coming from inside. Draco wasn’t one to believe in ghost stories, but he lived in a world where actual ghosts existed, so when people told him that the place was haunted, he felt quite inclined to take their word for it.
His stomach was only getting worse.
“This is fantastic.” He could see her glistening white teeth, suggesting that she was grinning from ear to ear, despite her sickness.
“Are you insane?”
Her smile faded. She was glaring now. Even if he couldn’t see it, he could sure as hell feel it.
“I’m perfectly competent, thank you. As competent as anyone can be in your presence anyway.” She pointedly ignored his scoff. “This is fantastic. If we’re in the shack then that means we are in Hogsmede. Near Hogwarts. We can go home!”
He hadn’t even made the connection, too busy being paranoid of what sorts of nameless creatures lurked in the shadows around him. But she was right. Yet again. They could just leave and go back to Hogwarts.
They could go home.
“Oh, finally!” Her grin was back the second he started sharing in her excitement.
“Okay, so we have to find our way out. I’m not sure which part of the house we landed in, but lets feel around.”
Draco didn’t like the sound of that idea one bit. Actually, he was horrified by it. He could barley see two feet in front of him and moving around in the dark unknown just wasn’t a pleasant notion. All those childhood tales the older wizards used to tell him about the place came rushing back into the forefront of his mind and he shuddered. Discovering what exactly inhabited the old place was not high on his priorities list, that was for sure.
But he wanted to get out.
Turning in the opposite direction of where she vomited, he hesitantly stuck out an arm. His right arm. He didn’t really need it, considering he was left handed, though it would be terribly difficult to keep hold of a broom and catch the snitch with only one arm intact.
Still, he kept it outstretched and took a tentative step. And then another.
A clatter came from behind him, causing him to jump a mile in the air, almost coming out of his skin. He retracted his arm, deciding he definitely wanted to keep it.
“Stupid chair.”
Letting out a shaky breath, he relaxed just a tiny bit at the familiar voice. As annoying as Granger was, he was oddly glad to have her with him now. If they happened to get attacked, he could just throw her in front of him and then run for it. She definitely had her uses.
Hermione bent down to lift the chair she’d run into. Setting it upright, she realized it was near an old wooden desk. Which was push up against a wall. That was good, she’d found the wall.
Then a thought occurred to her. She was stumbling around in a dark, supposedly haunted house, looking for the way out. And on top of that she felt utterly horrible. But she was a witch. Something that she obviously had forgotten for a while. Reaching in her robes, she pulled out her wand and cast lumos and then quickly cleaned up her vomit before casting a spell on herself to get rid of the nausea.
Draco saw glow of the light from the corner of his eye and immediately a sense of embarrassment and shame flooded his insides. He recognized it. A wand. They had those because they were magical beings. Very able magical beings, at that. And the fact that he had forgotten that tidbit of information made him feel very stupid indeed.
But he would be damned if he’d admit it out loud.
Shaking his head at himself he followed her lead and lit his own wand.
And the room was illuminated.
“Now why didn’t I think of that before?” Hermione mused out loud.
He wanted to say something smart. Something insulting. But anything he thought of would have, in turn, caused humiliation to himself. And for the life of him, he couldn’t come up with anything witty. His mind just felt…tired.
And it took him quite a few seconds to realize that he’d been standing there pondering an insult while Hermione stared at him incredulously.
“What mudblood? You want a cookie for remembering our wands?” There it was. He smirked, proud of his comeback and ecstatic at the affronted look she gave.
Hermione couldn’t understand how he could throw that word around so easily. But he did. He said it as smoothly as he spoke about Quidditch. And with as much pleasure too.
He was sick.
Shaking her head, Hermione gazed around and realized that they were in the front entrance way. The staircase leading up to the bedroom that she and Harry had been in in third year was right behind Malfoy, and the front door leading outside was to her left. Letting out a sigh of relief, she headed for it, Draco hot on her tail, obviously anxious to get as far away from the place as possible.
But the door didn’t budge. She turned the knob and pulled with all her strength. Nothing.
“Let me try.” Draco shoved her not-so-gently out of the way, and tried for himself. He pushed, instead of pulled, but still, nothing.
“Blimey, come on, you fucking sod!” Angrily, he grabbed the knob with both hands and jiggled it as hard as he could. There was a rattling noise but other than that, it had no effect except to make Draco even more irritated.
Hermione quirked her brow at his outburst. Yelling at the door was the key to getting it open, obviously.
Rolling her eyes, she poked him in the back, hard, with her wand. With a small ‘ahem’ cough that would have made Umbridge proud, she wiggled the wooden stick between her fingers.
He stepped aside, muttering something that she didn’t quite catch.
“Alohomorah.”
There was no indication whether the spell had worked or not but when Draco reached for the knob and tried to open it again, still nothing happened. Neither of them were really that surprised by this. Hermione had encountered many doors over the years that had enchantments against the spell. Draco had too, in his own manor, but that didn’t stop him from kicking the door repeatedly.
“Malfoy, there is another way out. In fact, a better way. We should have tried it first.”
He saw the back of her bushy head as she dashed off down the dark hallway beside the staircase. He wasn’t about to let her leave him by himself. She was his shield for Christ’s sake. With that thought, he followed after her.
She hadn’t gone far. Just to the back end of the house.
“There is a passageway straight from the grounds of Hogwarts into the Shrieking Shack. The other end is at the base of the Womping Willow.”
He furrowed his brows at her, curious as to how she knew all this. He was certain that this information wasn’t in any of her precious books in Hogwarts. Not even in the restricted section. If it was, he’d know about it.
“The Womping Willow?” She managed to get that close to the tree without getting killed? Even Draco had been smart enough to avoid that death trap over the years. But as book smart as Granger was, he always knew common sense wasn’t exactly her forte.
She gave a look. He hated her looks.
“Yes, Malfoy.” She wasn’t about to explain how she found the particular passageway. He didn’t need to know the details. Just that it would get them out. “The hole is right here. We just have to crawl through and it will lead us back.”
But the only thing he saw in the area she’d motioned toward was tall wardrobe. One of the doors was wide open, dangling from its hinges, allowing them to see that it was completely empty.
“Behind it. We’ll just have to move it.”
Easier said than done, they’d soon found out. For being an empty wardrobe, it was the heaviest thing either of them had ever tried to lift. Hermione grabbed the sides and pulled while Draco leaned his back against it, using the leverage to push. They used all the strength they had and it didn’t slide an inch.
After only a few tries, they were exhausted.
“Its not moving Granger.” He said it like it was her fault and she let out a huff of frustration.
“Obviously.”
There had never been a wardrobe before, she was sure of it. And even with her wand, she still could not budge the empty dresser. These things together made her that much angrier.
“Doesn’t matter. We’ll just have to force our way out.”
Draco trudged back into the entrance way, his wand hanging limp at his side. He didn’t seem to have the energy or inclination to lift it.
She followed him, breathing just a bit harder.
There were windows on either side of the door, boarded up from the inside. Shoving his wand in his pocket, Draco went to one of the windows and grabbed the board that was nailed to the frame. Even though he felt worn out, he was still determined, and he pulled with everything he had to try and get it off.
Hermione wasn’t surprised when he couldn’t get it. She knew from reading that the Shrieking Shack couldn’t be broken into from the outside and she had an eerie suspicion that the inside was much the same.
Finally, he simply gave up and slumped against the wall. His hands balled into weak fists as he growled. It all just felt so hopeless to him. They were stuck in the damned place with nothing but their useless wands and each other.
It was worse than hell.
Hermione wasn’t about to give up though. Her eyes flickered to the flight of stairs that she knew they lead to the master bedroom. Not all of those windows were boarded up and even if they still couldn’t get out that way, there was the attic, which she was sure had access to the roof.
Or rather, she hoped.
“Come on.” She said weakly as she moved towards the stairs.
The notion of climbing up all those stairs sounded about as appealing as licking the back side of a Blast-Ended Skrewt, but it was what had to be done. Draco was beside her now and briefly, they shared a look of dread before starting up.
It took them a while. A long while. Much longer than it should have. Hermione had to hold onto the railing the entire way to make sure that she didn’t collapse. Draco ended up crawling on all fours to get past the last few. But eventually, they made it. Huffing and puffing, they stood at the top of the stairs, triumphant smiles on their faces.
Neither of them even considered why they felt so tired. And it wouldn’t occur to them until later, what was really going on.
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McGonagall knew she couldn’t keep the truth from her students. As soon as they realized that their friends were missing, they’d tear the castle apart from top to bottom to figure out what happened to them. She decided she’d tell them everything she knew and they could all solve the mystery together.
But aside from letting the staff and student body know, and perhaps a select few Order members, she wanted to keep the information inside the walls of Hogwarts. If the reporters found out…if the Ministry found out, who knew what would happen. The Wizarding World was preparing for a war and if they were aware that two of the most prominent students from Hogwarts were missing, it might be considered the first of many hostilities.
She notified the Grangers and Mrs. Malfoy, requesting their presence at the castle where she would explain the situation, but other than that, she hadn’t told a sole.
Until now, that is.
She stood at the podium in front of the entire school at breakfast. The staff sat at their long table, waiting patiently behind her, knowing that something was definitely disturbing their headmistress. Only Snape and Hagrid knew exactly what that something was.
“I apologize for interrupting your meals but I have something of the utmost importance to tell you. Before I do, I want you all to remain calm and know that we will do everything in our power and beyond to repair this situation.” She watched as everyone put their full attention on her, grasping the severity of her words.
“Two of our students, Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Draco Malfoy, went out to the Forbidden Forest last night for detention…and did not return.” Swiftly, she put up her hand, halting all conversation before it even started. But even though their mouths were silent, the intense feeling of alarm emanating off them was quite loud enough.
“To be absolutely honest, we do not know what happened. We hope that they are simply lost in the woods. Never-the-less, we will be putting everyone on high alert as we search for them.” Her hand was still up but it did not stop the uproar this time. Everyone started talking distressingly to one another. Harry and Ron simply stared, eyes filled with pure terror as they realized that their beloved friend was, indeed, not at breakfast with them and they hadn’t seen her since the night before.
When she told them she was heading out for detention.
The hall was silent once more.
“Please, I want you all to stay calm. I know you are all very worried but there is no need. It has only been a few hours and the two of them are very capable. Now, I have canceled classes today so that we can concentrate on finding them. After breakfast we will mobilize and search the grounds. I want first through third years to go back to your dorms and stay there for the remainder of the day. Do not leave the castle. Fourth and fifth years will be divided up and sent with some of the professors to search the area around the castle, including near the Black Lake and the Quidditch Pitch. Sixth and Seventh years will go with the remainder of the professors into the Forbidden Forest. You will also be divided up. Into six member search parties.”
She continued to talk but Harry and Ron weren’t listening anymore. They couldn’t wait for breakfast to get over so that they could go and look for Hermione.
Harry stared out the giant window behind him, seeing the forest off in the distance. He could only imagine what Hermione was going through at the moment. And with Malfoy of all people! Guilt shot through him, which was completely unfounded. He had no reason to feel that way but he did. And by the look on Ron’s face, he was feeling much the same.
It wasn’t only them, though. The entire student body, including the Slytherins, was feeling uneasy about what they’d just heard. Everyone knew the danger of the forest, especially because of the unseen threat all around them, and to have two of their friends lost in those woods…it was beyond frightening.
The forest was the only place on the near Hogwarts that Voldemort could get to. But it was close enough. Too close.
The knowledge that Hermione and Draco were lost out there chilled them to the bone.
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AN: Well I’m not really pleased with this chapter but I can’t figure out what is wrong with it. Anyway, moving on. Okay so I had every intention of making each sin an entire chapter but it looks like I’m going to have to divide them up into a couple chapters each. Which is okay! ^_^
AN 2: I believe I got the stuff about the shrieking shack right. As far as I remember, we don’t know exactly what the place looks like, only that it is like an old haunted house. I took from the books and from the movie on this. I don’t know exactly where the passageway is in the house so I made it up, I hope you don’t mind! I tried to find it but alas, my research came up empty. But if I did get it wrong, feel free to let me know. And before anyone asks, the reason why Hermione isn’t scared like Draco is because, one, she is a Gryffindor and known for her courage, and two, she knows that it isn’t haunted and that the howling that people had heard had been Remus Lupin. So she knows the truth.
AND READ AND REVIEW!
Next time: Hermione and Draco struggle to get out of the shack…and struggle even more with their laziness! And more reactions from the everyone at Hogwarts.
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