Come Out Of Your Shell | By : SSprincess Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1185 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Here is another story for you. Hermione Draco pairing. Sex in later chapters. Death present. Have your tissues ready for later chapters. This has not been bettered yet...bettered version to come:) Read and review please!!
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Come out of your shell...
‘Draco, I am your father you will obey me. You will do what I say. You will become a death eater. You will join the ranks of Lord Voldemort, and you will receive power and pleasure, and everything you ever wanted. I’ll tell you a secret Draco. Your mother was given to me as a present from Voldemort. She is quite a catch. You can have anyone you want. Anyone. Draco who do you want?’ Lucius cold steel voice rang though the Malfoy Manor.
‘Father I have told you before. I will not fall to this charade. Voldemort is nothing more than a killer to me, and while I will not stop you from following him, I choose not to.’ As soon as the words left Draco’s mouth, a hand connected with his face. The pain shoots through him like fire shoots though ice.
‘Never speak of him in that way again Draco. You will join him Draco, you can be sure of it.’ Before Draco could get anything else in, his father left the room.
Draco went over to the freezer to apply ice to apply ice to his new bruise. He hated it when his father brought up Voldemort with him. Draco thought he had made it very clear that he would not be joining the likes of that man, but his father refused to listen. Draco knew his father was stubborn but he was unsure of how far he would go to claim Draco’s allegiance. Draco knew his mother knew nothing of his father’s activities and imagined that he would have had to drug her to accept his father as a husband. He stopped thinking about the subject. He would be going back to school tomorrow morning and he would not need to face his father.
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The morning of the Hogwarts express Draco was nervous, his father had come to wake him up that morning instead of his mother. Lucius had expressed his greatest sympathy that his mother was ill and could not be disturbed. Draco new better to questions his motives. Lucius also told Draco that he would have until the end of this term to decide wether he was going to join Lord Voldemort. Nether Lucius nor Draco thought of this as being much of a decision, but Draco kept his mouth shut, politely said goodbye to his father and boarded the Hogwarts express.
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Hermione was still. She didn’t move a muscle. Death eaters had invaded her house. They were downstairs, trashing the part of her house in which they though her parents were hiding. Fortunately her parents were out, and she had he wand clutched tightly in her hand, ready to strike if necessary. The death eaters had done a once over of the top floor and come dangerously close to where she was hiding but they left soon after, angry that they could not find there targets. Hermione heard them leave and did a once over of the house, just as they had, to check for lurking death eaters that may still be in the house, but found none. Soon after she had finished this the poor girl, drained from fright, crumpled to the floor in tears and anguish. Her house was a mess, and she didn’t know how she was ever going to explain it to her parents when they arrived home tonight. She didn’t want them to fear for her, but they needed to know that they were in danger. Serious danger. The pain did not leave, but she stoped crying a while later.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger arrived at the house about an hour later to find it in shambles and Hermione out of sight. ‘Hermione. Hermione where are you?!’ Screamed Mrs. Granger as she ran up the stairs of their house. Hermione came out of her room, eyes bloodshot and clothes torn. ‘Oh my God Hermione, what ever has happened?’
Hermione broke down once again. ‘Mother it was horrible, death eaters, in the house, looking for you, us, hiding from them.’ Mrs. Granger took the fact that her daughter could not make full sentences as a bad sign indeed. Mr. Granger was now standing next to his wife and daughter, hugging Hermione, thanking the gods she was alive.
‘Come Hermione,’ Mrs. Granger said, ‘lets get a hot drink so you can calm down and then you can tell us the full story and what we can do about it.’ And so the family made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen. The clean up could wait until later. This was important. Their daughter was important.
The hot chocolate Hermione had was soothing, and she calmed down within minutes. She began her tale again; ‘I was sitting in my room, reading for school, when I heard this horrible laughter, like cold steel. I tried to make a little noise as possible as I crept over to the stairs to see what was going on. It was horrible, all I saw was about ten death eaters in masks and robes, tearing the house apart. I heard one say they needed to find us, to kill us. I heard nothing more, because I went back into my room and into the closet, the one that is camouflaged to the wall. Anyway, when I was in there I heard them tearing apart the lower section of the house, so I didn’t move. A couple of minutes later I heard a couple of them come up the stairs, they didn’t tear it apart but they did do a once over of the rooms to make sure no one was there. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do.’
Mrs. Granger looked from her daughter to her husband. ‘We have no choice, we will have to leave.’
The journey to The Burrow was long, but Hermione felt safer knowing she would be among the Weasley’s. Harry and Ron would be there to comfort her. When they arrived, Mrs Granger knocked on the door and waited. She hadn’t waited long before Molly Weasley answered the door. ‘Oh my,’ Molly said, ushering them into the house, ‘what ever happened Sarah?’
Sarah Granger answered her, crying and sobbing all the while, ‘My house was attacked by death eaters while I was not present, luckily my intelligent daughter hid herself well, but I still fear for her life.’ Molly would hear no more, she told them that they were welcome to stay as long as they liked. The Grangers told Molly that they needed to go back to the house to collect some more things. Hermione was to stay exactly where she was. Hermione complied. Fearing for her parent’s lives. It would take her parents a good three hours to go there and back, so they would leave it till the morning to depart after they had seen Hermione off on the Hogwarts express.
The day began with Hermione being awoken by her mother and Molly, and by the time she was at the platform for the Hogwarts express she felt a lot better. She still feared terribly for her parent’s lives, but hoped Molly and Arthur knew how to help them. Her parents promised they would write everyday to let her know they were ok and with that she boarded the express.
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Hermione sat in her usual compartment on the train with Ron and Harry; they were both trying not to bring up the death eater incident, so they decided to talk about the upcoming year. Hermione asked Harry how his holidays were and Harry smiled. The Dursly’s had been told not to lay a finger on Harry and it was well done on all accounts. Harry had had a wonderful holiday, although he still wished he could have been at Hogwarts with his friends. The door of the compartment swinging open interrupted their irrelevant chitchat. It was Draco Malfoy. ‘Rack off Malfoy.’ Yelled Harry as soon as he noticed whom it was.
‘I don’t think so Potter. Hello Hermione.’
Hermione was stunned. Draco had just said hello to her, and used her first name. Hermione tread carefully, allowing herself the luxury of an answer. ‘Hello, Draco.’ Draco smiled at Hermione and closed the compartment door, leaving them to there thoughts.
The rest of the trip was quite uneventful, but nether the less she was happy.
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When they arrived at Hogwarts a feast awaited them, and Hermione indulged herself. She went to bed happy. Thoughts of death eaters, Draco and everything else left her mind, and she was at piece.
Hermione metally swore when she realised that she had double potions first thing Monday morning with the Slytherins. Oh well, might as well get it over and done with. It was during this lesson that a knock on the door interrupted Professor Snapes lecture on Dragons Blood. He was clearly unimpressed when a quivering first year walked into the room.
‘Yes?’ Snape yelled at the child.
‘I’m sorry Sir, Hermione Granger Sir, Professor Dumbledore need her now, Sir.’
‘Very well, Miss. Granger.’ Hermione left her books and departed the classroom as Snape continued his lecture.
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As Hermione went up the stairs to Dumbledore’s office she felt ill, she wondered what was wrong. She didn’t want to know.
‘Ah Miss. Granger, have a seat please.’ The headmaster’s voice was devoid of all emotion and this worried Hermione. The fact that McGonogall was also present worried her to.
‘Hermione this is going to come as a great shock to you, but—Hermione your parents were found dead this morning, in your house.’
Hermione let out a single solitary sob, before the tears started to rack her body. She screamed in anguish at the thought. Professor McGonogall wrapped her arms around Hermione in the chair. She sobbed for about twenty minutes before the drops dissolved. ‘I need to go back to class, I mustn’t miss them, its what they would have wanted.’
McGonogall went to argue but Dumbledore over road her. ‘Let her be.’
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Hermione went back to her classroom, not quite sure what to do. She wasn’t crying, but she felt the pain, she felt the loss. It was deep inside her, at her very core. She would study hard, to keep her mind off the fact that she didn’t have parents anymore. She was an orphan. She took her seat and absent-mindedly watched her potions teacher. Suddenly she burst out crying, in the middle of class. Draco Malfoy’s cronies began to laugh, and Snape yelled at them to shut up. ‘Miss. Granger, may I ask you why you think its necessary to interrupt my classroom?’
Hermione, not really in the mood for much, walked over to his desk and sat down in front of him. ‘Professor I was just informed that my parents were murdered this morning. So excuse me if I am annoying you with my pitiful nature Sir.’
Professor Snape was stunned. ‘I am very sorry Miss. Granger, I did not know. You may have this lesson off, and I’m sure the headmaster has already invited you to take the day off, please do so Miss. Granger.’
Hermione left, crying as she went.
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