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The Ghost Of Malfoy Manor COMPLETE	By : Talented_Mrs_Lupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 17337 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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It was amazing how unafraid Hermione felt when she had someone sleeping in her bed with her during a storm. She had never been afraid of storms, not really but in the manor she felt exposed she assumed it was because of the torture she faced there but now she thought that maybe it was the ghosts. Luna had spoken with Narcissa for a little longer and then both girls took their showers and went to bed. However, not straight to sleep as they laid there and told jokes, talked about their classes and laughed. She never realized that Luna was such a good friend, Hermione had always assumed that it was because of Ron and Ginny that they got along but she was learning they would have likely been friends before this is she’d given Luna a chance. After a while they finally got quieter and quieter before there was only soft snoring from Luna and deep, even breathing from Hermione. Until, that is something slapped Hermione’s face and she was shocked awake. She opened her eyes wide looking in to a pair of haunting grey-blues ones set in a pale, pointed face.
“Mr. Malfoy?” She gasped and pulled the blankets up, getting ready to tell him how not okay sneaking in to her bedroom in the middle of the night was. However, upon further inspection she realized that she could see through this face and that it was younger than the man she lived with “Draco” She whispered “How?”
“You are much more relaxed at night” He pointed out “Easier to believe that I am still here, but don’t think about it too much” He warned “Or I’ll fade away”
“What do you want?” She asked “What time is it?”
“I don’t know the time, Granger” He hissed “Do I look like a bloody clock to you?”
“What do you want?” She repeated.
“I need you to go to my room” He said “There’s a letter…”
“I can’t!” She snapped “Your father said not to”
“Please!” He hissed “Please…I’ve tried to get him to go in there to find it. He ignores what he hears in there, when he sees me he thinks he’s going crazy and starts to drink!”
“Draco” She whispered “I can’t lose the place that I’m staying…”
“Please” He repeated and she saw him fading slightly, his face screwed up in what looked like pain “Please, Granger” She saw translucent tears on his cheekbones “I don’t think it’s him holding me here…find the letter, please…I dropped it…”
Just as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone and Hermione was looking at the empty bedroom before her. She laid her head back and listened to the sounds of Luna snoring next to her, the sound of the house settling around her and occasionally a whisper of voices she thought she’d never hear again.
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Through the rest of September and well in to October Hermione saw Draco over and over again when she was home. She always ignored him but it was getting more and more difficult to do as she was becoming more open to their presence. She started having to actually do her homework at the university and ended up walking home at night. The first night had been rather terrifying as all the trees looked like monsters with the skeletal fingers casting shadows that reached for her and by the halfway point Hermione found herself running. Lucius had changed a little over the time, they often spent their Saturday’s going over new memos from his assistant and then they almost always shared Sunday brunch. Hermione found, with great interest, that the closer they got to Halloween the stronger Snape, Narcissa and Draco appeared to get. Narcissa was often following her around her room and pointing things out that she should wear, how she should do her hair or trying to encourage her to wear make-up. More than once the beautiful ghost woman tried to convince her to go in to her rooms and take some of her clothes.
Snape, though a little more subtle, was also annoying after a while. The only difference is where Hermione wouldn’t dream of telling Narcissa she was annoying (the ghost would sob in anguish and make everyone in the house suffer a great amount of melancholy) she absolutely loved telling Snape that he was irritating her. He would often follow her around the lab and point things out, sometimes helping her other times merely complaining about her storing habits and questioning her ability to brew properly. To the insult on her ability to brew she would always remind him that her Potions professor had been complete prick and probably didn’t show her how to do it right. He would sulk and disappear for a while only to reappear right next to her quite suddenly at the more inopportune time and make her spill whatever she was holding or ruin whatever she was making. Then he tut and shake his head saying “Oh Miss Granger…tut, tut, to be a potions mistress you are going to have to put up with distractions of every sort” and disappear again. Draco was proving the worse though, he was constantly jumping out at begging her to go in to his room and if that didn’t work he would do all in his power to make sure that she wasn’t comfortable.
“Professor” Hermione raised her hand near the end of class, it was the time he gave them opportunities to ask their most pressing questions.
“Yes, Miss Granger?” He called on her with a smile.
“Sir” She said “We’ve covered over the fact that ghosts and spirits can be tied to a place of great sadness or bloodshed and that they can be tied to objects that meant something amazing to them and of course to a person who feels guilty or unable to move on”
“Yes, we have” He confirmed with a smile “Where is the question, Miss Granger?”
“Well” She chose her words carefully “If, say the person who was killed, got a letter right before they died…can that letter hold them to this world?”
“Possibly” He answered “It would have had to have been a really, really illuminating letter. Something that could have really change their life forever, something that needs to be brought to light”
“Oh” Hermione said “Okay, thank you”
As usual Hermione avoided her professor completely as she made her way out of the building. He was forever trying to convince her to try to let him go to Malfoy Manor when Lucius wasn’t there. It was annoying really and she was an inch from telling the Dean about it to make it stop. After hugging Harry and Ginny goodbye for the weekend and telling Ron and Luna that she would get back to them about a party they wanted her help on, Hermione set out to head home. She took her usual route and found herself at the manor before she was really ready to be, she knew what she had to do and she was praying that Lucius wouldn’t be home to kick her out.
“Home early I see” Draco said from his spot at the corner of the front yard.
“I’ll go to your room” She said shortly and saw his face light up.
“Really?” He asked “Thank you, so much. You won’t regret this…what’s in that letter…it’ll help my father”
“Don’t you remember?” She asked as she walked through the downstairs and slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor.
“I remember it was important” He said “But I don’t remember what it was exactly. Take a right here and walk to that first corridor on the right, turn there and continue to the fourth door…that was my bedroom”
“If your father finds me…” She led.
“My father is out” He answered “He’ll be back around six, that gives you an hour and a half so hurry up”
She followed his instruction and was now standing outside his bedroom doors. The handles on the double doors were gold, the wood was white but there was blue trim all around it. She put a shaking hand on the handle and it was icy to the touch, turning it she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Hermione wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she walked in, maybe a chalk outline like in muggle movies but on first glance she saw only saw a beautiful bedroom. The carpet was white, the four-poster bed was white and blue but the blankets were pulled down towards the end of the bed. Not as if waiting for someone to lay down, but from where he had been trying to fight for his life. There was a writing desk on the far side of the room and he had told her that he’d been sitting there looking at his mail when he heard his mother scream. She rushed in about four feet before stopping and covering her mouth to hold in the scream that wanted to escape. Tears welled up in her eyes and she had to turn away and close her eyes to concentrate on not vomiting on the floor.
“Don’t look at it” Draco whispered to her “It’s horrible I know, but don’t look at it. Just walk by and keep your eyes on the windows”
“Why didn’t he clean this room?” Hermione sobbed as she attempted to pick her away across the floor while avoiding stepping in or looking at the huge puddle of dried blood that had poured from Draco’s throat as he had died “This is horrible…” She sobbed “Why didn’t he clean it up?” She was hyperventilating when she realizing there was no way around it she would have to walk through it.
“I don’t know” He answered “After they took mine and my mothers bodies he just…locked the rooms up…he wouldn’t come in and wouldn’t let Mimsy clean in here” He looked around the room “This was the only place I could go for the longest time, I had forgotten about the letter and I was confused…I could hear my mother screaming and I would try to get to her but the door was locked and I couldn’t leave and then…one day it opened and that night my father found you sleeping outside in the rain and told you to come in”
“This is terrible” Hermione whispered and wiped away the tears only to have them replaced by more “Its horrible”
“Don’t go in my mothers room then” He warned “He did…horrible things to her before he killed her” He looked at her retreating form “Please, the letter…you are so close”
He was right, she was indeed close to the writing desk. All she had to do was walk through the large amount of dried blood to get over there but that wasn’t so easy to do. In her mind she remembered what the Aurors had told Harry had happened, how Draco had been found on the floor at the end of his bed with his ankles and wrists tied and his throat slit. The words ‘lying in a pool of his own blood’ had followed her in to her nightmares for weeks and often she awoke right before reaching him and saving his life. He had fought hard, she could tell there was still broken glass from a mirror and the blankets were all askew at least he tried. Taking a deep breath Hermione closed her eyes and ran as fast as she could across the space in front of her turning to see if there were footprints or anything. But there wasn’t and he was on the other side watching her with a grateful smile on his face and motioning her to look.
“Come here and help!” She demanded as she rifled through his letters.
“I can’t” He answered sadly “I can’t get passed the place I was killed” He stepped in to the blood puddle and stopped “I died right here…this is as far as I can go in this room”
“Then where did it fall?” She asked looking around.
“On the floor” He answered unhelpfully.
“I know that!” She sneered before she saw a piece of parchment that was yellowing with age. She could see how no one else would have seen it, it was hidden under a pair of his shoes, likely the shoes he’d been wearing that day. She lifted the letter and read through it, feeling only slightly intrusive though she decided that since she walked through a blood puddle she had a write to read. She raised her shocked eyes to his and said:
“Oh my god, Draco”
A/N: So I wasn’t threatening to stop writing this fic. I was merely saying it was difficult to know if anyone liked it. But thank you all for telling me what you think I love know. So…..what do you thinks in that letter?
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