In The Arms of the Monster

Chapter Four Meeting Up

        Third Person Point of View
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        "Hello Granger," knocked around in Hermione's skull as she dreamed. It was a strange dream because she was aware that it was a dream and she also knew that it was not natural for she had passed out and therefore should not be having dreams, but she did. The dream was strange; Red sky, blue grass, purple clouds, and green rain. "Granger," And apparently he was in it, too. "What do you want?" "To give you a warning, it is not safe." Then he disappeared and Hermione was laying on her back in the snow. A shiver creeping through her body. She knew she would always remember that red sky, blue grass, purple clouds and green rain, not because she wanted to, but because she would never be able to forget it. She looked up into the face of a blond haired, grey eyed man. Even through his coat she could see the abs, the muscles in his arms and legs. He didn't tower over her, but he wasn't exactly her height. His hair wasn't gelled back like normal, he was humming like he had all the time in the world, which he probably did. She caught the tune that he was humming and she gagged. She couldn't remember the name, something that was sad, but he probably meant it to be mocking. "What do you want?" She asked as she stood and brushed herself off. "I wanted to talk to you Granger," he drawled. "What if I don't want to talk to you?" "You agreed to so you will." She didn't answer and refused to show him any emotion as she waited for him to tell her why he was here and why he had wanted to talk to her.

"Well what did you want?" Hermione asks. "I wanted to tell you that I knew who murdered Mr. Weasley, but since you don't want to know I'll just let his murderer go to the grave with the secret." He turned to leave, but before he could Hermione called, "Who? Malfoy? Who?" "You do know who I am, now I believe that I can send an owl tomorrow with the name on it so until then good-bye Granger." Malfoy turned away and Hermione caught ahold of his arm as he apparated. "Where are we?" She spluttered as they landed. "Oh you know, here and there, in between the dusk and dawn." Hermione growled in frustration, "I meant what is this place? Where did you take me?" "To my home, the one that is just mine because my mom and dad are in Azkaban." "They bloody well deserve it," Hermione mutters so that Malfoy doesn't hear. "Yes they do deserve it Granger," Malfoy says, "I can hear you know." Hermione blushes red and says, "You weren't meant to hear that." "I never am." "Now why are we here? And who murdered my friend's father?" "Oh that was a bluff, but I will help you figure out who it is," Malfoy says holding in a smirk. "Of course it was, you just wanted to get me alone, make it seem like I disappeared so you didn't have to do any work kidnapping me. Well here I am, as long as you don't take my clothes you can have whatever." Malfoy stares stunned, "Sudden desire to die, sudden feeling that you are utterly alone no matter how many friends you have?" "Like you care," Hermione scoffs. "Well I just asked." "Fine yes, those are only a few things that I feel right now and I can't explain why, maybe that's why I agreed to talk to you." "Why would those things affect your answer?" "Because I thought that I could find out how you dealt with it! Okay? Are you happy? You made me mad and made me admit something about myself that I won't ever do again and maybe, just maybe, I thought that you had changed! I'm leaving, don't contact me, thanks for nothing!" Hermione screams as she apparates away. This time though he uses her trick on her. He caught her sleeve as she apparates and they land in her room at 'the burrow.'

Hermione glares at him, "What are you doing here? I said I was leaving." "Well I don't care, Granger. I wasn't finished talking to you." "Hermione?" Ginny asks as she opens the door. "Hermione why is ferret here?" "Funny story," Hermione says as she glares at Malfoy. She tells Ginny the story, starting with the funeral. Ginny glares at Malfoy, "Why'd you say you knew who the killer was if you didn't?" "So I could talk to her, I wanted to help," Malfoy defends. "No you wanted to cause sadness, now get out of my house before I call for my mother. You don't want to see her angry. Oh wait you should have seen her angry except you and your family ran away. Well did you go to your Auntie Bellatrix's funeral? If you did good for you, I hope you know that my mother killed her." "I hope you know that I don't care." "Get. Out." Ginny says. Malfoy apparates away just as the spell hits him. Ginny turns and glares at Hermione, "Why did you talk to him?" "I..." Hermione falters, she had omitted the part of the story where she told Malfoy why she had talked to him. "I just thought I could be helpful I'm sorry, I didn't want him here, least of all in this house. Ginny I'm sorry." Ginny nods and envelopes her friend in a hug, "You should be glad that it wasn't Harry or Ron." Hermione laughs and says, "Although you can be cold when you want to be."Ginny laughs, "That is very true." Hermione and Ginny sit there laughing and hugging and crying. "I'm going to bed," Hermione says. Ginny stands to leave, "Sleep okay?" Hermione nods but doesn't promise or anything. So when she gets into bed she doesn't notice the note laying on the dresser. She was just so worn out, not tired, worn out to notice anything. Before she knew it she was asleep.

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