Abused Massacre

Chapter 21: Liaisonity

Screaming. All he could hear was screaming. Oh no. I’m turning into Potter and hearing things. He thought as he sat up holding his head between his hands. The man’s voices till rung in his head. What’s wrong with me? He had been having these dreams for the past week. Maybe it was time to go see Dumbledore.
“Draco, what’s wrong?” Hermione asked faintly with her eyes closed.
“Nothing. Bad dream.” He lied as he lay back down. Pulling her close to him he hid his face in her masses of hair. What could this mean?

“Lemon drop.” He said as the staircase suddenly sprang to life. Walking up the escalator type stairs he knocked on the wooden door.
“Come in Mr. Malfoy.” He heard Dumbledore say. Pushing the door open he entered the familiar office. The head master folder his hands in front of him and looked at him expectantly. “Please, sit.” Draco sat in the large plush chair.
“Professor, I know this sounds crazy, but I’ve been have a very repetitive dream type thing. Its not that I actually can see the pictures moving or anything, I can only hear…a man screaming.” He explained as he watched the old wizard. “I know that Potter had these types of dreams as well and was just wondering what they all meant.” He continued.
“Yes, Mr. Potter had vivid dreams also, but they are not the same as yours. His dreams were more like premonitions simply because he is connected to Voldemort.” He flinched at the sound of the Dark Lord’s name. “Your dreams I suspect are a hint of the past. If my suspicions are correct, the man who is screaming is your father at his death.” He said in an unnervingly calm voice. Draco stared at him.
“Sir?”
“Though you were not there at his brutal murder, you are his son. Many times in the wizarding world the natural heir of the family name is bound to their blood relations for eternity. This ancient form of magic is called Liaisonity. It was first created to preserve the power within a pureblood family line. Since you come from a very powerful wizarding family, I do not doubt that this applies to you. This also means that some of your father’s powers and memories were transferred to you. It is a slow process and will not happen all at once so you will not feel a change but one day you will find that you are able to do things and see memories that are not yours.”
“How is that possible? How come I have never heard of this before?”
“No one knows how this happened exactly. It is not quiet a secret that this happens to powerful wizards, but is not mention often.” He said with a look of concern.
“If my mother dies too, will I also gain her powers and memories?” He asked.
“Yes.” Dumbledore replied. “Mr. Malfoy, I want you to be extremely careful. If you do in fact come across your father’s memories and powers it is very possible that Voldemort will try to contact you. Your father was one of his most faithful servants. He will be expecting the same thing from the son of his right hand man.” He continued.
“If he was his right hand man, why did he kill him?” Draco asked feeling the anger ball up in his chest.
“I do not know. I am sorry.” He said sadly shaking his head. Nodding to the old man, he stood and turned to walk out the door.
“Oh, Mr. Malfoy, when you see her, can you please tell Miss Granger to come see me?”
“Yes, Sir.” He replied as he walked out the door.

Liaisonity. He had never heard of it before. Entering the large library, he scanned to bookshelves for books that might potentially hold information about this ancient magic. Leafing through a particularly large book call The Magic of the Ancients, he found what he was looking for. Scribbling down notes on a piece of parchment he shut the book with a bang and got up to leave. Still looking at his notes intently he nearly ran over Neville.
“Oh, sorry Longbottom.” He said. Neville just nodded at him and kept walking. The poor kid, he thought.
“Don’t judge me.” Longbottom said as if he were reading Draco’s mind.
“Sorry?” He responded as he turned back around.
“I said don’t judge me.”
“Longbottom, I didn’t say anything to you.”
“I know what you’re thinking. You feel sorry for me because of my parents. Well don’t.” He said in a firm tone. His buck teeth protruding from his mouth as he tried to stare Draco down.
“Okay. Then what am I supposed to think about you?” He questioned his classmate.
“The same thing that you thought before.” Neville replied then disappeared behind a tall musty bookshelf. That was strange he thought to himself as he walked down to the great hall for lunch.
Entering the large room he immediately spotted Hermione chatting with the little Weasel. Catching her attention he smirked at her and sat down. Squeezing himself between Crabbe and Goyle as to avoid sitting next to Pansy, he watched as a plate with a roast beef sandwich and chips appeared on the table in front of him. Chewing the sandwich he looked up as he saw a solitary owl enter the room. It was his large eagle owl.
The bird landed in a clear space on the table directly in front of him and held out his leg. Untying the letter attached to him, he pet the owl on the head to thank him before he took off. Hastily he opened the note.

My darling, please meet me at the entrance of the Shrieking Shack at your next Hogsmead weekend at 12:30. I miss you my love.

It was not signed but he recognized the handwriting none the less. I wonder what this is all about he thought to himself as he neatly folded the note and placed it in his pocket. Their next Hogsmead weekend was in two weeks. What she had to tell him must not have been incredibly important if she can wait that period of time. The curiosity was eating at his innards. What the fuck could she want? He wished that she would just have told him what it was all about in the letter. Folding the parchment back up, he placed it in his bag where Hermione would not find it. Finishing his lunch he left the two goons to eat their desserts.
Swinging his bag over his shoulder, he headed for his next class. As he passed by one of the numerous girls bathrooms he ran directly into Hermione. Their collision caused her to drop all of her books on his feet.
“Oh sorry.” She said as leant down to pick up the mess. Unfortunately at the same time he had bent to help her and their heads cracked together.
“Ow!” They both yelped and grasped their foreheads. She smiled at him and started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” He asked as he rubbed the goose egg that was forming on his head.
“Your face. It was hilarious.” She giggled.
“You little…” he said as he pushed her back into the bathroom and locked the door.
“You’re not supposed to be in here!” She squealed. He shrugged and kissed her intensely. “We’re going to be late for class.” She huffed through kisses. He bit her neck and she moaned loudly with pleasure as she grabbed his crotch. Pulling away he stepped back and left the room with a grin.
Sitting in the front of the room, he waited for Hermione to appear at his side. She arrived in a prompt, composed manner. Taking out her books and parchment she shifted in her chair. He could see the tiny bite mark on her neck. She flicked her hair over her shoulder. Facing him she looked directly into his eyes. Casually she leaned an elbow on the table and discretely unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. Running her long fingers on the soft skin of her neck she looked away and glided her fingertips to the open part of her top knowing perfectly well that he was still watching. The little witch, he thought as he felt his trousers tighten. For the rest of the class he was very aware of her leg lightly brushing against his and the constant flicking of her hair.
With a loud scraping sound the class pushed back their chairs and prepared to leave.
“Oh, Dumbledore wants to see you.” He said to her.
“About what?” she asked as she put her quill away. He shrugged.
“I don’ t know, he didn’t say.” He responded as he flung his bag across his chest. Taking her hand he led her out of the classroom.
“Well I guess I better go see him now before dinner starts.” She said as she got on her tippy toes to give him a sweet peck on the cheek. Nibbling his earlobe she turned around and headed towards the professors office leaving him in the now empty corridor. Pushing his hair out of his eyes he slumped off to the common room.
Throwing his bag down he flopped tiredly onto his bed. He had practice tonight and was not particularly looking forward to it. Dragging himself off his bed, he hauled himself down to the dinning hall where he saw Hermione once again talking to Ginny.
Liaisonity. He pondered on the concept as he ate his dinner in silence. How could they failed to have mentioned this magic in any of his classes. Shouldn’t have appeared somewhere in his books through out the course of his studies? Apparently not. Can you handle it Malfoy? He thought to himself. Possibly. But what if the Dark Lord tried to contact him. What would he do then? Would he bow down to the one he should serve? The traitorous thought crossed his mind. His features darkening he looked up and saw Hermione staring at him. He stared back. Her eyes darted to the entrance and then back at him. Stuffing one last bite in his mouth he left the table.
Walking to the marble staircase he crossed his arms and waited for her. His mood was far from perky. A minute later he saw her shadow moving towards him.
“Lets go for a walk on the grounds.” She said taking his hand. He reluctantly followed her lead. “Malfoy, what’s up?” They stop and lean against the tall castle wall.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.” She says pinning him to the stone. He doesn’t respond but crosses his arms over his chest. She stares at him. “We can stay here all night, I have no where to go.”
“I do.” He replied.
“Then let’s get on with it.” She snapped mimicking his arm position. He said nothing. Why didn’t he want to tell her? Hadn’t he been all too eager to tell her about his father? Or how he felt for her? Why was he clamming up now? He looked at the frustration written on her face.
“I’ve been having dreams.” He finally confessed. She looked relieved.
“What kind of dreams?”
“Weird ones. I hear a man screaming but there is no picture. I can’t see anything.”
“That’s strange.” She said as she looked into the orange sky in thought. “Maybe you should go see Dumbledore.”
“I did.”
“And?”
“He said that it is called Liaisonity.” He answered. She gave him a puzzled look. Apparently the little bookworm had not heard of it either. He explained. She nodded.
Wrapping her arms around his waist she leaned her head on his chest as he draped his around her shoulders. Kissing the top of her head he inhaled the sweet smell of her hair.
“I have to go to practice.” He said softly. She nodded. Letting him go, they proceeded back to the entrance hand in hand.


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