There he was. The boy whom I loved.
"Draco!", I yelled and ran towards him.
He embraced me tightly and kissed me passionately.
"You didn't seem too sure about this," I whispered, "but I knew you are gonna make it."
"Yeah, well, about that," he choked, "my parents don't know I'm here. They think, I stayed in Durmstrang over the holidays."
My eyes widened in horror and excitement at once. His parents didn't know, that he rather spent time with me than them.
"Why didn't you use your phonie thing actually?", he interrupted my thoughts.
"I couldn't use it there. The phone didn't receive signals at Hogwarts.", I sighed.
"It didn't what?", he asked confused and I laughed.
He chuckled silently, before he picked me up and carries me out of King's Cross. We came nearer to a black limousine and his chauffeur opened the car door for us. Draco placed me inside, closed the door behind me and entered through the other door in the back. The chauffeur got onto the driver's seat and set off, after Draco had nodded.
"Where are we going?", I asked him, smiling, while looking out of the window.
"To him.", he said coolly.
"Who is him?", I wanted to know, analyzing his facial expression.
As if he was of stone, nothing moved, not even his hair.
"Draco, who is him?", I shrieked, starting to panic, he would never take me to Lord Voldemort, would he?
"The Dark Lord, or how you prefer to call him, you-know-who.", he explained, his face not changing.
Panic rushed through my veins. He would sacrifice me to Lord Voldemort. Hastily, I tried to open the car door, but it wouldn't open. Horrified, I looked at the man I loved. How could he do this to me? What changed his mind? Suddenly it struck me, he was under the Imperius curse. That was the only logic explanation.
"Draco, wake up.", I begged him and shook his arm.
"I am awake, HERMIONE.", he groaned dangerously.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks. His expression shook slightly and a sign of regret flashed upon his face.
"It's better this way.", he whispered and stroke my hand, while tears run down my cheeks, uncontrollably.
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