Title: Hermione's Stalker
Author: LilPrincess48
Disclaimer: Want it. Ain't got it.
Author's Note: Daniel Radcliffe is in love. And not with me. *cries*
Date Begun: June 30, 2004
Date Posted: June 30, 2004
Chapter 4: Damien Strikes Back, Part I
Hermione was only half-awake when she heard a crash downstairs. And even then she wasn't really suspicious.
She'd just come out of a wonderful dream where Harry, dressed in nothing but swimming trunks with little snitches on them, was…
Er…
Anyway, Hermione sat up slowly, blinking to try and regain consciousness another crash, followed by a loud crash followed the first. She rubbed her eyes and slid out of bed, flicking on her lamplight.
The light was just enough to illuminate her room and a bit of the hallway. Hermione entered the hall, glancing into Harry's room where the Boy-Who-Sleeps-Like-A-Rock-Ever-Since-He-Didn't-Have-To-Worry-About-Waking-Up-Dead was snoring lightly. She rolled her eyes playfully and headed downstairs.
"Hello? Who's down here?" Hermione called, a flashlight in one hand, her wand in her pocket. Whoever it was didn't make any move to hide from her and when she shone her flashlight across the room, she wasn't very surprised.
"Hello, Hermione."
"Damien, get the hell out of my house." Hermione said flatly, turning off the flashlight and turning on the light. The boy merely stared at her, brown eyes flashing and not really focused.
"Hermione, do you know what I realized?"
"That you're a crazed, obsessive lunatic who doubles at the cat burglar? That you need to find yourself a girlfriend? That you need to get your hormones removed, period? That you-"
He continued speaking as if she hadn't interrupted while slowly making his way towards her. "I realized that that boy…. The one you care so much about… The one called Harry…. Cares about you in return."
"Well, duh."
"And I think… That since his parents are dead." It made her angry the casual way he said that, almost as if he was happy about it. "You may just be the thing he cares about the most."
"Um…" Hermione took a step back. Damien was only a few feet away from her now.
"He took from me what I cared about most and I think… I should return the favor, don't you, Hermione?" His eyes burned into hers as she took another step back. "Don't scream."
And, of course, Hermione did.
*
Harry sat up in bed as a loud, ear-splitting scream rang through the house and he heard someone scrambling up the stairs. No, make that two people scrambling up the stairs.
Weren't they aware that he was trying to sleep, dammit?
Groaning in irritation, Harry fumbled for his glasses in the dark and slipped them on, about to get out of bed and investigate, when suddenly he was tackled to the floor on the other side of his bed as someone made a flying leap towards him.
The bushy brown hair that swirled in his vision gave him a clue as to it was.
"Hermione." He ground out. "What are you doing?"
"Damien's…. In the house." She said back, rolling off him. "Just thought you might like to know."
Harry's head was pounding from the tackle and the way his head had slammed against the floor, but he tried to work around that. He grabbed his wand off the bed (Yes, he slept with it. Is that a crime nowadays? Hmph!) And pointed it at the door as a lone figure appeared there.
"Potter." Damien said politely. "Did I wake you up? I apologize."
"Get the hell out of Mione's house, Damien." Harry said, standing, sensing more than seeing Hermione stand up next to him, her wand also raised.
"Are you going to point those sticks at me again. They won't do any good. I'm determined to have her, Potter. She means the most to you, does she not?"
Harry glared, despite the fierce blush n his cheeks. "Shut up and get out before I hex you to death."
Damien tilted his head to the side. "Oh, so now you think you're some kind of powerful wizard? Just because you killed that… What's-his-face killer… Voldemort?"
Neither Harry nor Hermione flinched at the name. Harry's eyes, however, narrowed. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."
"I should be saying the same to you." Damien said, his voice still sounding as if they were having a casual chat about the weather or tea and crumpets and sushi. Well, maybe not sushi. "I came for Hermione and I'm not leaving without her."
"You'll be disappointed." Harry said with a snort. "Petrificus total-"
Before Harry could finish the curse, Damien had already flown across the room (Non-literally), grabbed Hermione by the shoulders, and dived through the glass and out the window.
"This guy's stark raving mad." Harry exclaimed before diving out after him. Hermione's slightly muffled screams alerted him to their location, as well as to the fact that she was screaming every single hex and curse she knew. Damien must have had a tight hold on her wand arm because the street was filled with bright spell-casting lights. "I'm going to kill him for making me run around outside in nothing but my boxers, damn idiot."
Harry kept running after the screams that were fading away until something pointy jabbed him in the foot. He paused to pick it up.
It was Hermione's wand… And it was snapped in half.
"Dammit." Harry realized that Hermione's screams had faded away completely and so had the lights. He had no idea where they were now.
And he was still standing in the middle of the street in his boxers. "Just great."
*
Hermione was not happy. Oh, no, she was not happy at all.
She was not happy that Damien had broken into her house. She was not happy that he had kidnapped her. She was not happy that he'd snapped her wand in two. And she was not happy to be taken to his house and tossed in his closet like a sack of flower.
She was especially not happy to see that he really did have a shrine to her - Complete with fifteen sets of her knickers.
"Bloody perverted, obsessive pain-in-the-arse." She muttered, banging on the closet door again. Who on earth put locks on their kid's closet door? Damien's parents were just as cracked as him.
"Now, now, don't fuss, Hermione. I won't keep you in there forever."
"DAMIEN, IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT OF THERE, BY MERLIN, I SWEAR I'LL-"
"Only until that orphan comes for you. I'll be ready for him when he does. We'll never have to worry about him again. Never."
Oh yes, the boy was cracked. Hermione could only hope Harry was smart enough to stay away.
But who was she kidding?