The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 12
Dangerous Courting


The winds had affected the mansion’s moods. Groans and malicious sounds were heard from every corner as the stone walls cried out in misery. Draco Malfoy sat back in his chair annoyed at the mansions incredulous sounds. Although he knew that Ginny was now recovering, he still felt the need to speak with her. Patricia was away for the night, directing the clone to the appropr loc location, so this would give him space to speak with her about certain things. The plan was going into effect beautifully it was only a matter of months before everything would be as it should be. Getting out of his chair, he headed into the direction of the nurses quarters. Draco placed his arm on the opposite wall in front of him helping him into the room.

There were several beds placed in rows that were empty beyond their sheets. The set up reed Ded Draco of the Hospital wing at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Grinning to himself, he looked around for her bunk. Finding it, he walked over slowly; eyeing for Tabitha, the nurse. Reaching the bed, he stared and watched as the girl lying before him slept peacefully, unknown to what her future had in store. She had a long night, and she didn’t even know it. Knowing that he was going to do thingsher her and that she wasn’t aware riled Draco up. It gave him a feeling of complete control and power, which he rivaled in. She slept as he thought of how to control her, if only she knew. But she didn’t she was unconscious. Draco smiled, then grabbed her hand and then shoved her making her stir from her state of sleep.

“I think it’s time for us to talk Ms. Weasley,” Draco said maliciously.

Confused, Ginny shook her head in shock. “Wha…what…where am I,” she finally asked.

“Oh come on, Ginny you are in the Mansion under my control. Now get out of that bed, and someone will bring you to the blue room.” Draco said while turning away from her and heading out the door.

Finally realizing where she was, Ginny sighed and shot out of the bed, hoping to find an exit to escape; but was hit to the ground when a man in a black robe jumped out of a corner.

“Where do you thiou aou are going?” The man in the cloak spat. Kneeling down towards the floor, the man in the cloak picked up the red headed girl from off the floor and carried her to the “blue room”.

~~

The reaction to his dream was still scaring him. He never had such an intense dream like the one he had just experienced. He tried to forget about it, but the images were still in the back of his mind; tormenting his inner body. Looking around his abode, he made his way towards the kitchen. Patricia was cooking some concoction that didn’t smell extremely well. Harry didn’t do any cooking so what could he of known? Shuffling his feet and placing his hands into his muggle pants, Harry got a suspicious grin on his face.

“So what are you making,” Harry asked curiously; now making his way closer to the vicinity.

Patricia looked up and saw that he was coming closer to the kitchen. She wasn’t cooking though; she didn’t want him to see what she was doing, because if he saw she would get caught. When she had settled in, Harry was in hiom, om, so she thought she would have time to perform the spell. Seeing him move his feet closer and closer to her, she quickly pointed out her fore finger and a flash of red light appeared erasing her potion, replacing a stew brewing on the muggle stove.

Harry had been starving since his dream and he felt the need to fill his tummy with home cooking. If that was what she was making. Harry still needed to keep his eyes wide with suspicion when around the cooking time bomb; he didn’t know when she was going to blow. If he was going to help her through this curse, his feelings that he had once had for her needed to disappear.

Not completely understanding the curse that she was under gave Harry the benefit of the doubt that everything would turn out for the better, so that was why he needed to be alert for unusual behavior she may or might be having. Slipping into stick enlargement dreams wasn’t an option.

She watched as he eyed her cooking and she watched as he stuck his index finger into the boiling pot to lick her “stew”. Eyeing him like a hawk and preparing a fake twitch of a smile she watched as he turned his back to her. Releasing air for the first time, she wondered why she was being secretive. What had she just done? She had remembered doing something a moment ago, was she loosing her mind. She remembered walking out of her room and into the kitchen. From the time she had reached her new residence to the time Harry had come smelling her cooking, her mind was blank. Where had the time gone? Maybe she was loosing her mind? Shaking her head in disbelief, she really was loosing her mind. Straightening her back and shoulders, she gave a quick look over her shoulder to see Harry pulling out bowls for the two of them to eat.

Things where happening to her, she could feel things changing in her lower abdomen. She didn’t know but these feelings were strange. A power that was wielding her towards something, but what was that something? What was happening to her? Her arm began to twitch. Suddenly she felt herself collapse onto the marble flooring. The moment her head hit the ground she felt her eyes fall to the back of her scull until all she could see was darkness.

~~

Shocked at what she had discovered, Hermione made her way over to Harry’s abode, wondering if she would even find him lurking around. She hadn’t seen him so busy since the night the torment gang was captured, and that was a long night.

Since she knew that he was probably with Patricia, she wondered what they might have been doing. Hermione didn’t practically want to walk into Harry’s place while he was giving Patricia the spank a tank on the kitchen floor. The actually thought of seeing that gave Hermione a disgusting feeling in her stomach. Hermione knew how Patricia was, and all that Patricia wanted was to win the fight with Harry. Patricia wanted Harry only for his wealth and power, and she definitely didn’t warm her feelings toward Hermione as Harry did. Sometimes it felt to Hermione that when Patricia was with Harry, she would flirt with Harry more, to get under Hermione’s skin, which was probably true. Patricia wanted Hermione out, and if she could do that and get Harry it would be an added bonus. Getting angrier by the minute, Hermione finally reached Harry’s, emotions rising.

The door was locked; Hermione placed her hand into a fist and punched on the door louder than expected. No one came. What was going on she thought? He was here, she just knew it. She could feel some type of presence along the room, when finally the door swung open to see a disheveled look on the man in front of her. It was Ron.

~~

Ginny’s eyes began to open slowly and steadily. She wondered where she was when finally her mind came to a sudden stop. She was in the blue room, wherever that was. She remembered being hauled off by a lurching man, one of Malfoy’s goons, she expected.

She was wearing a silky type of material though, something that made her skin feel comfortable yet sexy at the same moment. Her body was arranged in an order that made her feel like a goddess that was given anything she or he would desire. She was sitting in a plush couch, her left arm sprawled out on the arm rest while the rest of her body laying to the side, her legs and feet tucked underneath. She could feel her long red hair sprawled down her curving back, which made her face seem bare to the touch. She hardly ever wore her hair down, so the feeling was strange to her.

Finally catching her bearing, she looked in front of her; she could see a misty shadow in the distance. Since, her eye sight wasn’t quite perfect, she couldn’t tell who or what it was. She watched as the figure moved closer and closer to her, still unable to see who it was. Finally it stopped, only inches from her sitting location. It was Malfoy, dressed in a muggle tux.


Surprised, she spat

“If you think that, that outfit will make you look better, you are sadly mistaken Malfoy” she lied, he actually had looked pretty damn good, she just wasn’t going to let him know that.

“ah…now that wasn’t very polite, now was it Ms. Weasley. But, for some reason I really do think you are enjoying the view, now get out of that chair; we are late for the party.”

“Party? What party? I’m not going with you, if that’s what you are insinuating. I will not been seen with a Malfoy.” she stood her ground, but something was tugging at her body…she began to walk forward towards him. She tried to resist but was unsuccessful.

“You see, there is no stopping the darkness of evil Ms. Weasley, you will join me, whether you like it or not.”

A sudden shock of horror came to her face, her body now to the right side of Draco.

“Now, let’s not keep them waiting.” Draco said with a smile.

~~

She watched as the red haired man gaited in front of her…pacing the flooring of Harry’s living room back and forth, while cracking his knuckles. Sitting in the nearest chair and sighing to herself, reaching the point of annoyance, Hermione yelled.

“Oh will you bloody stop that and sit your arse down man.”

“I can’t just stay here, when Harry sits in the Ministry’s hospital wing with Patricia.” Ron spat.

“Oh come off it, Ron…what do you think she’s going to do to him….kill him? She’s unconscious!!” Hermione said with a smirk.

Ron shot her a look of pure evil. She sure was enjoying giving him a hard time. After all he supposed he deserved it, treating her the way he did. Blowing her off, to get a le ble blowing himself. He was a man after all, what else should he of done. Stay and have Melissa mad at him…he’d never hear the end of that conversation…after that whole ttheythey had had.

He had only just got away when he had received an owl from Harry. He had rushed to Harry’s aide as fast as he could, but was to late when he had arrived. Patricia had been rushed to the emergency room. Harry couldn’t revive and had left. Ron needed to be with his friend in this time of tribulation, but he was told to stay at Harry’s. The blasted Ministry, he often thought that they controlled his life. Do this Ron, or do that Ron. It sickened him at points. He tried not to get to nervous or angry, but the feelings he was having now, just didn’t stop his rage. Why had they let her out of the hospital, knowing how much a reliability she was? He swore, he would never understand the works of the Ministry of Magic.

Finally his pacing came to a halt; Hermione, seeing Ron’s changed expression, turned around. Harry had just came through the front door; alone.

~~

Million of miles away without a care in the world, there sat an American muggle writer. Unknown that the word “muggle” was a word to describe her she smiled out into the open window that was beside her.

Her name was Michele Donahue, a beauty and heir to an enormous fortune; a fortune that gave her neither happiness nor pleasure. Michele was a unique lady; she was a woman of undecided decisions yet a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Michele’s life had consisted of parties, galas, board meetings and endless amounts of tea parties. This world that she was living in was beginning to grow tiresome. Without a choice to leave, Michele often grew depressed. Was there anything else out there that could give her happiness and pleasure?

Sighing to herself, she stepped out of her cozy rocking chair and headed toward the “exited door”, which she often used as an easy escape route. Her mother or grandmother would often trap her into things, and this was her easy access to freedom; even if the freedom was for only a few hours.

Walking down the stone steps out onto the garden Michele saw a dim light in the distance; curious she slowly walked towards the object. Unknown of what she might find; she was cautious. Closer and closer she walked….when all of a sudden the object was clear to her. It was floating in mid air; whatever it might have been. The circular medal swayed back and forth from left to right, never stopping. Curious, Michele moved closer until the object came to a complete halt right in front of where she was lurking; frightening her.

The object appeared to be some type of medallion, with silver engravings attached to it. Michele tried to read the writing, but was unable to pronounce the wording. As her legs inched closer and closer to the object, the medallion became brighter, when all of a sudden a gust of bright white light clouded her vision. Suddenly a gust of cold air shot through her body. She could feel her whole body, being thrown to one side…then to another side. Then suddenly her body had been dropped onto cold damp flooring. Opening her eyes she could sense she was no longer in her garden, but in a cellar.

~~

He walked towards the two parallel couches, but was unable to speak. His night had turned from good to worse; then to horrible. He moved his eyes over towards Hermione; who was sitting next to Ron in a position that made Harry feel awkward. She was wearing a cotton robe that fitted the top half of her body nicely, which made Harry shiver. Trying to peer his eyes away from her, he looked at Ron; who’s face was shaped in a way that made Harry almost laugh.

Seeing Harry enter the room, Hermione gave a slight frown. He didn’t seem too pleased, what had happened? Was Patricia in a state of danger? She didn’t want to push questions on him, if he was upset…but being the woman she was…she couldn’t resist.

“Harry is everything alright?” Hermione asked solefully; trying to sound convincing; her eyes sparkling with ever word.

Harry looked over at the woman he thought he loved, and smiled. Even her voice gave him comfort.

“Patricia fainted on the floor tonight….she was making stew, then the next minute she had passed out. I rushed her to the Ministry’s hospital and they looked over her. They said that the power of Nomrah has finally moved into its next stage.” Harry sighed then continued to speak.

“Whatever stage that is…there are so many stages to this thing, it really has me worried for her well being.” Harry finally spoke, now feeling better that the words had released his mouth.

“Oh Harry…I’m so sorry. Did they tell you what exactly had happened to her?” Hermione spoke softly getting up to comfort him.

“No, they wouldn’t tell me just yet. They said to wait until my superiors contact me.” Harry said angrily.

“Well I’m sure it’s for the best, they are just looking out for her well being,” Hermione sighed rubbing Harry’s shoulder.

He looked over at her with a relaxing glance.

Ron coughed, and walked over to the two of them. He wondered how they had become so close. Ron seemed to think something might of happened, but brushed off the thought almost instantly.

“Harry, everything will be alright.” Ron said giving his old friend a manly pat; which was almost always comforting.

Feeling that Harry needed to be left alone, Ron sighed and told Harry that he should go, so that he could be ready for the Ministry’s review on Patricia’s state. Harry agreed at walked him out.

“See you, Ron…Hermione called out.” Ron looked back at her and gave an ageing nod.

Remembering the note she had placed in her pocket, she grabbed it and told Harry what had happened.

His face went fronfuonfused to worry…which made Hermione cringe. She didn’t want to make matters worse, but he needed to know everything. She didn’t know exactly what the letter meant, but she figured Harry and the Ministry of Sorcery would find out eventually.

Smiling and kissing him on the cheek she started to walk out the door, when a pair of smoothing hands grabbed hers and pulled her to face him. He was smiling that only made Hermione’s heart pound harder and harder; she smiled back pleasantly.

His heart was beating faster by the minute, when all he could do was grab her. Her hair had swung around her neck that made her seem more tantalizing to the touch. Her eyes where gleaming in the nightlight, allowing him access to her smile. Her lips curled into a smile that made him feel at home.

Without thinking Harry plunged his lips onto hers tasting her every being…wanting more and more. She felt the way their tongues glided together. Wavering and licking every inch of the wet surface. Harry soon brought his arms around her waist and glided her towards him moving his hands over her. Spreading his left had out into a wide grasp, he grabbed the lower half of her intoxicating back hump, which just made their mouths grab each other harder. The feeling of intense was over surrounding her, that she wanted more then just his mouth upon hers.

Suddenly, their lips had unlocked to the sound of wings. Harry un-grasped Hermione’s body to see Hedwig flying in with the post. Breathing heavy now, Harry turned to look at Hermione who’s eyes where filled with a burning desire. Harry sensed this and grabbed her again, now pulling her whole body onto hwhilwhile walking her into his bedroom.

The bedroom seemed ages away, as they kissed and teased every inch of each other. Not caring what happened in the morning, or how their relationship was going, they tore each others clothes to limb…unable to wait for the sensation to begin.

The night had lasted only seconds it seemed. The groaning and moaning that went throughout the night intoxicated the air in which they made love. The reality of how much they wanted each other was just escaping their minds, as they slept peacefully, skin touching skin.


~~

Arms intertwined with his, kept Ginny Weasley nice and snug along side Draco Malfoy. Ginny had quit trying to force her way apart from him, but the thought never crossed her mind. If it wasn’t for his dark magic, she would be free in no time, which was just the only thing stopping her. She didn’t know how or when she would escape, but whatever Malfoy and his crew of dark wizards had planned, she didn’t want to wait around to find out.

Ginny watched as Malfoy had pulled her along side winding hallways and corners. How big was this place anyway…she caught herself thinking. Wherever they were, she could feel that they weren’t anywhere near London or a big city. The mood she was picking up was that they must have been in a far away country or a village somewhere. In an annoying close distant from Malfoy, Ginny waited until she would see the “others”. Whoever these “others” were she didn’t know; important people she expected.

The wait wasn’t longer, Draco had turned them into one last corner and they came to a halt of a aluminous ball room. The colors of gold’s and sprinkles of firelight gave a glorious glow to the room in front of them. If it wasn’t for the close proximity she hith ith Draco and the prisonment …she could have felt awed. Amongst the lights, many witches and wizards loomed in its presence; roaming around the ball room chatting amongst themselves, while the background music played on.

Ginny suddenly felt a feeling of foreboding; she wanted to step away from the room…but was unable to pull herself back. Not due to the rooms beauty. Not because the sounds were music to her ears. No, it was because Malfoy had been walking forward into the crowd; and where he went, Ginny must follow like a lost puppy. The feeling of uncontrollable rage was approaching her cheeks. The flaring of red heat was swelling up like a large muggle hot air balloon. But, before she could steam up as hot as a broiler, Malfoy turned to her and gave a menacing glare. This however didn’t calm her down, yet it just made her feel more animosity towards the mad to her left.

Ignoring his stare she kept her eyes in the opposite direction. She could see many wizards in the right hand corner of the ballroom bending down encircling an object that Ginny couldn’t visualize. As Draco moved to his right, talking to the next person he could meet, Ginny ignored this, yet still kept her eyes transfixed on the muggle football huddling wizards. Suddenly, the one closest to her stepped out of the way to reveal an off putting visual. The wizards in the circle were torturing (what looked to be) a small teenage boy. With Ginny’s extensive research on evil curses, she could tell they were using the Cruciatus curse on him. The boy was flailing about in every directas ias if he was possessed. Cringing at the thought and hoping that the poor soul wasn’t hurt too badly; Ginny closed her eyes in disgust. When she opened them, Draco was laughing.

“Oh, you didn’t like that my sweet?” Draco said snarling. “Or did you want a closer look.” He continued, rattling her nerves.

He laughed one more time, and turned to his prior conversation with an ugly looking wizard Ginny didn’t recognize. His face was retorted, his nose spun into a sort of knot that sneered at her when she looked at it. His eyes where piercing blue that gave Ginny a shiver that wouldn’t disappear. The tall skinny man was accompanied by a fat grumpy old hag that looked oddly familiar. She reminded Ginny of her fourth year Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts; Delores Umbridge, the horrible ministry official that took over Hogwarts for a period of time.

The thought of even being close to a woman that looked remotely similar to Umbridge gave Ginny the willies. She tried to again focus her attention elsewhere, but was disturbed wherever she looked. Multiple of dark wizards who were dressed in mahogany, lilac, and black robes where placed in the center of the dancing arena, which gave an odd suspicion to Ginny that if anything where to happen that it would be in that vicinity. The wizards, who seemed to all be men, where talking quickly amongst themselves while occasionally looking up towards the ceiling. Ginny watched closely as they did this, and was shocked yet not horrified when she saw three string lassos sprawling down towards the rooftops. Whatever those had meant; she didn’t know. All she knew was that she hoped it didn’t involve her or the teenage boy, who was now laying on the ground still.

Ginny seemed to be looking everywhere in great worry. In every corner there were multiple of wizards tormenting, or teasing the innocent. A grey old lady was being given some kind of unforgivable curse, where she had to stand on her head and spin while blowing a sort of muggle whistle. Then there was a set of older muggles that had been chosen to fight in a sort of round amphitheatre; while multiple of times witches would cast spells on them to move faster. Ginny found this act of cruelty to be disturbing and quickly turned her head the other way.

The ballroom didn’t look aluminous filled with light, or wonder. The ballroom was neither spectacular nor filled with wonderful firelight. No, this horrible craftsmanship of a building was a playground to all evil wizards….and she was witnessing it in the pit of the lions den.

~~

Screams were heard throughout the stone walls of the Ministry of Magic’s quarters. Terror was heard among the walls as a voice of pure terror rang out; a woman’s fear. The stones among these underground halls shook with terror as Ministry officials looked over the woman who screamed against their touch. Her body lay in shambles, blood trickling off her fingertips. Only a flat metal board accompanied her body.

Patricia Standlings body lay stiff as her soul was released from her inner being. Her shoulders tensed up, the state of her rotting skin became inconceivable. The Smell of the room was obtrusive; eyelids flickering in and out of consciousness. Patricia awoke with a start, not able to fill her body or her legs. There were men and women surrounding her; wearing white button up cloaks. Patricia could feel her arms ache. She didn’t know why her fingertips were hurting her…but she could feel a sore pressure at the ends of them. She tried to shoot up, but was unsuccessful. Her movement however, was noticed by the ones surrounding her.

“She’s awake,” she could hear one of them say. Patricia didn’t know who or whom was saying this…but she knew that they were now closer to her face then that had been a moment ago. One of the men suddenly grabbed for her face, but to her astonishment a shot of green firelight appeared out of her face and she could see that the man had been flown back onto the floor.

Shocked by this, she quickly, using all of her strength pushed herself up to a sitting position. She spoke softly but loud enough for them to hear her.

“What the hell was that.” She asked looking worried.

Suddenly she could feel herself move her head to the left side of the room. She looked at the man lying on the floor. She peered down on him…and suddenly another green spark shot out of her eyes. The fire would of hit him, if it wasn’t for the mans quick movement.

Terrified, Patricia started to panic.

“What in the fairing forests is going on here?”

Now, getting up to her feet the metal bed now sticking to her skin. Having a panic attack, she freed herself of the metal binds, and wrapped herself in the closest blanket she could find; the ministry officials surrounding her, horrified. The man, she had almost attacked was now running in the opposite direction out of the room, fearful of his life.

Patricia sensed this, and without thinking…she could then feel her body move toward the man. The ministry official was running very fast and was moving in and out of corridors. Patricia screamed, she was trying to stop herself, but her footing seemed to be moving faster and faster…when she finally reached the scared man. He had stopped, he had reached a dead end. She moved closer, although she wanted to stop herself. She had no control over her own body. Her eyes moved in and out, when another green flame shot out of her pupil, and with a pop the man had turned to dust.