Harry Potter and Hermione Granger

Hermione....and... and Draco!?

    When they finally woke, they woke together. Flinching Harry sat up, glancing at Hermione, scared. "How long?" he asked, but she'd turned, planting a large kiss upon Draco's lips. Draco had been kissing back, his face a bright shade of red. Harry felt tears come to his eyes as he pushed himself up. "Enjoy" he told them. Walking away. He went opposite of the entrance and found a man wearing a headscarf standing in front of a tall mirror. "H-ha-ha-Harry P-P-Potter... You f-f-found m-m-me" he said, stuttering. "Quite the act Quirrell" he yelled "I know". The professor backed up. "Draco" he sneered. He then growled. "Stone, my boy, the stone" he said. "No!" shouted Harry, knowing whatever was happening was bad. He ran towards the door but the professor, with a wave of his wand clicked his tongue "tsk tsk tsk. No my boy, no ,no ,no". Harry glanced fearfully around him. "Who are you?" he asked the professor. and he laughed, "I'm Voldemort" Said a voice. "Reveal me" said the same voice. "M-m-master" said Quirrell "Your to weak". The voice sounded severe, harsh when it next spoke. "Reveal me my servant!". That was when Quirrell nodded, turning away from Harry and lifting his headscarf.

     When the headscarf was lifted it revealed a face on the back of Quirrell. It was without a nose, and severely pale. It looked unhealthy and injured. With a pained expression, Harry began to speak. "Volemort. No. Your dead. My parents killed you." he said. Voldemort's previously scowling impression turned into something more of annoyance. "Your parents didn't kill me." he protested "I killed them. You killed me." he told Harry. Harry hurriedly decided to mock The Dark Lord. "A baby killed you? I'd rather let people think two people overpowered me." he said, mocking him. Voldemort grew outraged "Kill him" he told Quirrell. The professor turned, running towards Harry. Harry ducked and heard a loud bang, along with a girls voice "Incendio" it shouted. And Harry breathed the words "Hermione... and...and Draco..?" . Hermione frowned near him. "harry?" she said. He looked away, not willing to meet her eyes. She visibly flinched and closed her eyes. She turned her attention back to the problem, a pang of hurt flushing over Draco. He held his hand lightly over her shoulder. She smiled up at him and held her wand steady. "Im sorry Draco." she told him, her usual confidence gone "I didn't want what happened to happen.". He smiled at her. Much to her surprise he understood. "It's ok Miss Granger." he stated matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry." she repeated, running to Harry, leaving Draco alone, facing the evil professor. 

      Draco held his wand steady. Clenching his teeth he spoke "Go. Run. Now.". The professor frowned. "Would you disobey your lord, young one?" he asked a tone of evil in this voice. Draco flinched. "He doesn't own me." he told him persistently "He doesn't.". The professor smirked, obviously enjoying this hassle. "Ah, but he does young Malfoy. he owns you more than your father. He is the dark lord." said Quirrell. Draco cowered, his wand falling lower. "Why do you need me, lord?" questioned Draco, his voice cracked on 'lord'. The professors face crumbled and he turned around. Revealing the contorted face on the back of his head. Draco flinched and dropped his wand. "My lord." he bowed. The face smiled "Yes." he rasped "I do indeed own you Draco.". Draco flinched again as though slapped. "My l-lord, why do you need me?" he asked him, pained. "I need you to kill someone, but we haven't got there yet." said the face. Unwavering Draco told him "Don't think I'm stupid, my lord. I understand, but I do want to leave in peace. But Potter will kill Quirrell.". The face scowled at him and Draco held steady. "I told you not to associate with him, Draco, My boy. Leave the Potter boy, take his Hermione with you. She could be useful.". That's when Draco snapped "You won't use her!" he shouted, drawing his wand and firing blindly "Stupefy!" he shouted sending the possessed professor flying. Out of breath he set down his wand and ran out of the room.

      Harry was still crumpled on the floor, Hermione hovering over him. His breaths were ragged gasp but considering Draco left, he knew Voldemort would recover soon. He stood, with Hermione's help. "Stand." he commanded the dark lord, receiving a wide smile. "Of course." said the face, willing the body to rise with him. "Don't make me fight you." he warned. The Dark Lord smiled, sarcastically adding "I'm so scared.". Harry frowned as the body lunged toward him, hand circling Harry's arm, tugging him to the ground with a pained grunt. "Don't...do this Quirrell." he stammered. Soon the Dark Lord was over Harry, his acrid breath causing his eyes to water. "The stone." said the voice. "hand me the stone!". Harry frowned, honestly confused. "What stone?" he asked and the face contorted. "You have it!" Voldemort shouted "I know you do.". Suddenly Harry felt a lump in his pocket, frowning. He chose to ignore it, the idea of what it was, scaring him. Harry moved to cover it from eye-sight. He winced as he felt the sharp point dig into his side, leaving him with a small scratch. Hermione rushed beside him "Stupefy!" she shouted, the professor flying off. She helped him up. "Ok?" she asked Harry and he nodded. He walked to the body on the ground. "hello?" he said. No response. He lightly nudged the back of him and felt laugh. Suddenly, before he could draw back a hand, pale as snow, grabbed his foot. He fell to the ground, but the grunt of pain didn't come from him. Nor the scream. He looked down, seeing smoke rise. Frowning he stood up "What's happening?" he asked Hermione, who shrugged. He looked at the hand of the body, seeing the  source of the smoke. He let out a gasp as red seared up the professors arm. Burning away flesh and boiling his blood. 

     Quirrell let out a cry of pain, white hot pain blinding him. "Please... lord.. make it stop.." he said, his voice returning to a rasp. "Please.." he begged. He felt a tugging and heard the thoughts "Must... escape... damaged vessel... damned boy..". The professor panicked, knowing that his lord would only leave if he was dieing. "Save me!" he shouted. as the words left his mouth so did an evil cackling sound. A source of dark smoke left his mouth as the dark lords soul abandoned him. He fell to the ground, lifeless as the last of his flesh burned away. Harry and Hermione stared, astonished that such a thing was possible. Hermione wiped a tear before it fell onto her face, turning her attention back to Harry. "Stone?" she said. Harry nodded and took her hand. "We must tell him." he said to her and she frowned "Who? Draco?" she said innocently. "No." Harry said, venom plauging his voice. "Dumbledore."