The Bottom Of Black
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
5,011
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Mindstorm
Disclaimer: Nothing is what I own. And you know it.
PS: /sglohvsrghsgd/ = thoughts
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“Do you know it?” She flickered in and out of his presence. His long finger flipped another page.
“Yes. Here it is.”
“Then start. It will not take long.” His lips pursed in anger. He did not like being ordered around. “I am doing this for you. Trust me, Professor.”
He nodded and stood. “How long do I have?”
“Thirteen minutes.”
“It will be ready.”
***
The clouds thundered and the heavens roared and the rain sunk the very air. The sky was moldy with enormous stalking clouds, bright with shards of lightening crashing across it, gray with the constant flailing downpour. Draco’s platinum hair clung to his forehead, his robes dragged behind him, sopping wet, as he made his way over the muddy grounds before Malfoy Manor. His broom floated at his side, bobbing up and down as bullets of rain pummeled it. In his arms, Draco held a slumbering Hermione. She looked so peaceful in this storm, gathered up next to him, breathing evenly and so light to carry. Draco peered down at her through the rain. Stunned, he realized there was not one drop of water on her; her hair was not drenched like his and her shift was perfectly dry.
/How could I not have noticed?/
He felt eyes on him, somewhere behind him. Swinging around, Draco tried to see through the opaque curtain of water crashing down around him. He knew he was not safe here. No defensive spells could be cast on the grounds. It had been a clever move. If an enemy was approaching, offensive spells could be thrown from the windows or the entrance of the manor, but the opponent could do nothing to protect himself. Other spells had been cast against flying on the grounds. Brilliant. Except now Draco was thrown off his guard, defenseless, hands full, and unable to fly until he got to the tree line 50 yards away.
He sped up, walking quickly, his feet sinking into the mud. 40 yards. The thing was everywhere. He jogged, unable to full-out run with Hermione. His broom raced a little ahead of him. 20 yards. The rain was impermeable. The only reliable landmark was the black line of forest before him; the manor was lost in the gray. Something rushed past him to his left. He thought he saw a woman standing in his path, but then she was gone, the rain taking any discernable features about her into the sodden ground with it.
Finally, the trees enveloped him, and the torrent eased under the thick canopy of leaves. He mounted his broom without slowing down, hurriedly seated Hermione in front of himself, and took off, riding low between the trees. It wouldn’t be long until he could apperate out the storm and directly to his destination. The forest was alive with sound. Draco heard shouts, but they were almost instantly swallowed by echoing rain and thunder. He could still feel that force behind him, driving him forward faster and faster. Whispers in his ear: “Go. Faster, Draco. Find him…” Was he dreaming? Could that be Hermione’s voice, her murmuring in his ear? He spared a glance down at her leaning on his chest, then paid for it by having to swerve suddenly around an oak. She was just as asleep as before. Her facial expression had not changed one bit.
There was a break in the trees ahead. A cliff. This was the barrier for most of the protective spells around Malfoy Manor. Draco guessed this was also the limit for apperation, too. He hoped he was right. Draco held tightly to Hermione and apperated just as the end of the broom passed the edge of the cliff. A moment later, Draco and Hermione appeared outside of what was a huge gate, still speeding a few feet off the ground. Draco struggled to steer the broom through a hole in the bars, then hastened toward a great castle.
/Hogwarts./
***
“We are here.” An unattended cauldron boiled thick and smelled of basil. Black robes swept around the corner. He would meet them. She would wake. Together, they would wait.
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Short and convoluted, I know. Don’t worry, the next chapter will be up very soon. And as always, please R&R. Anything is fine: comments, questions, criticisms, suggestions. I would appreciate anything you can give me. -TooMuch
PS: I MUST be new and don’t hold this against me, but what exactly is a Beta?
PS: /sglohvsrghsgd/ = thoughts
*************************************************
“Do you know it?” She flickered in and out of his presence. His long finger flipped another page.
“Yes. Here it is.”
“Then start. It will not take long.” His lips pursed in anger. He did not like being ordered around. “I am doing this for you. Trust me, Professor.”
He nodded and stood. “How long do I have?”
“Thirteen minutes.”
“It will be ready.”
***
The clouds thundered and the heavens roared and the rain sunk the very air. The sky was moldy with enormous stalking clouds, bright with shards of lightening crashing across it, gray with the constant flailing downpour. Draco’s platinum hair clung to his forehead, his robes dragged behind him, sopping wet, as he made his way over the muddy grounds before Malfoy Manor. His broom floated at his side, bobbing up and down as bullets of rain pummeled it. In his arms, Draco held a slumbering Hermione. She looked so peaceful in this storm, gathered up next to him, breathing evenly and so light to carry. Draco peered down at her through the rain. Stunned, he realized there was not one drop of water on her; her hair was not drenched like his and her shift was perfectly dry.
/How could I not have noticed?/
He felt eyes on him, somewhere behind him. Swinging around, Draco tried to see through the opaque curtain of water crashing down around him. He knew he was not safe here. No defensive spells could be cast on the grounds. It had been a clever move. If an enemy was approaching, offensive spells could be thrown from the windows or the entrance of the manor, but the opponent could do nothing to protect himself. Other spells had been cast against flying on the grounds. Brilliant. Except now Draco was thrown off his guard, defenseless, hands full, and unable to fly until he got to the tree line 50 yards away.
He sped up, walking quickly, his feet sinking into the mud. 40 yards. The thing was everywhere. He jogged, unable to full-out run with Hermione. His broom raced a little ahead of him. 20 yards. The rain was impermeable. The only reliable landmark was the black line of forest before him; the manor was lost in the gray. Something rushed past him to his left. He thought he saw a woman standing in his path, but then she was gone, the rain taking any discernable features about her into the sodden ground with it.
Finally, the trees enveloped him, and the torrent eased under the thick canopy of leaves. He mounted his broom without slowing down, hurriedly seated Hermione in front of himself, and took off, riding low between the trees. It wouldn’t be long until he could apperate out the storm and directly to his destination. The forest was alive with sound. Draco heard shouts, but they were almost instantly swallowed by echoing rain and thunder. He could still feel that force behind him, driving him forward faster and faster. Whispers in his ear: “Go. Faster, Draco. Find him…” Was he dreaming? Could that be Hermione’s voice, her murmuring in his ear? He spared a glance down at her leaning on his chest, then paid for it by having to swerve suddenly around an oak. She was just as asleep as before. Her facial expression had not changed one bit.
There was a break in the trees ahead. A cliff. This was the barrier for most of the protective spells around Malfoy Manor. Draco guessed this was also the limit for apperation, too. He hoped he was right. Draco held tightly to Hermione and apperated just as the end of the broom passed the edge of the cliff. A moment later, Draco and Hermione appeared outside of what was a huge gate, still speeding a few feet off the ground. Draco struggled to steer the broom through a hole in the bars, then hastened toward a great castle.
/Hogwarts./
***
“We are here.” An unattended cauldron boiled thick and smelled of basil. Black robes swept around the corner. He would meet them. She would wake. Together, they would wait.
****************************************************
Short and convoluted, I know. Don’t worry, the next chapter will be up very soon. And as always, please R&R. Anything is fine: comments, questions, criticisms, suggestions. I would appreciate anything you can give me. -TooMuch
PS: I MUST be new and don’t hold this against me, but what exactly is a Beta?