Y/N P.O.V
It's funny.
The beginning of the end that is, you'll never know that it's happening until you're finished until you're lying on your death bed reminiscing about the days when you were young and beautiful.
The beginning of my end was ultimately clear though and it started with a knock on my door.
I wake up hearing the rapid knocks on the back of my mahogany door, Hermione still asleep inside of my arms.
Automatically I knew who it was: Draco Malfoy had come to wake me up so the both of us can go meet our fate.
"Y/N! Wake up! We are not to be late!" He called out from the hall.
Hermione now wakes up her eyes terrified, I hold a finger to my lips and she nods.
"Just a moment! Why don't you wait downstairs?" I say.
"Fine, but hurry up!" His voice trails away from my door.
I stand up feeling extremely alert.
I swivel my head around trying to find how I can get Hermione out safely.
My eyes stop on my fireplace.
I twist the gas and immediately flames erupt from within the chamber.
"Stay here- and get dressed," I whisper to Hermione as I back out of my room, retreating to my father's study down the hall.
My father should be at the Malfoy, not here.
I silently open his door, tiptoeing into the room.
Floo powder...Floo powder...Floo powder!
I spot an urn on top of his fireplace mantle, I turn my head to see a liquor bag on his desk-he wouldn't miss it.
I grab it and fill it with enough for a fistful of the green floo powder from the urn.
Quickly and quietly I hurry back to my room and hear footsteps starting their journey up the stairs.
"Hurry!" I say to Hermione.
She grabs the floo powder and throws it into the fireplace while saying; "Diagon Alley!"
As soon as she was gone the door to my room opened and Draco stands there his arms crossed over one another.
I lean overly casual on the warm brick fireplace.
"What are you doing?" He asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously at me.
"Turning off the fireplace," I say.
"But it's the middle of the summer," he points out.
"I was cold."
"You have blankets."
"I didn't want to use a blanket-they get in the way." I shrug.
"Okay-whatever get dressed."
He rolls his eyes and retreats into the hallway.
Sighing deeply, I walk to my closet and grab a black button-up t-shirt and black jeans to go with my boots.
Once I've dressed I head down to the living room where Draco stood his hand out for me to apparate beside him-I haven't taken my apparating test so I haven't got my license yet.
We twist and contract traveling through space that feels not unlike a dark, tight tube.
We land in the living room of the Malfoy mansion, not a single overhead chandelier was lit, the only light radiating from small candles lining the hall.
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Mudblood//Hermione Granger
FanfictionY/N Yaxley is a pure blood Slytherin who arrived at Hogwarts in her third year transferring from the Beauxbatons school of magic. She promised herself that at the beginning of her fourth year that this year was going to be different. She swore it. ...
