Fallen Angels
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
10,089
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
New Thoughts
Hermione’s dream went like this.
An Indian boy was sleeping next to her and her Draco was sleeping at her back. She had her arms curled around the Indian boy to protect him from the dreams that he kept moaning about. She didn’t know his name, but she did know that he was about her height and had beautiful brown eyes that one could drown in. Her Draco was behind her snoring like the world was going to end. The Indian boy turned over and was facing her, but she still couldn’t sleep. She touched his arm and his chest lightly in small circles to try and calm his heart. It was beating very rapidly. She didn’t know what else she could do. Just being next to him set off all kinds of tingles up and down her arms and legs. Her stomach was in knots. She wanted to kiss him again so badly.
‘Where are these thoughts coming from?’
Hermione was scared and very excited all at the same time. She knew that this was never going to happen again. That this was a one time thing and that he would never kiss her again or let her hold him. It made her sad that her Sachin was this way. That was his name, Sachin. It was a beautiful name. She only wished that this night would last forever.
He reached up with his legs and trapped her leg between his. They ground themselves together in sleep. Both wanting the other and never being able to have them. Hermione sighed in her sleep and reached up with invisible arms to hold his head in her hands. Her true love; her one and only love, taken from her and never able to be given back.
She awoke with a start. Draco Malfoy the ferret was across the room snoring deeply. There was sunlight streaming through the windows of the hospital wing and her memories of that dream were fleeting fast.
Madam Pomfrey came scuttling out of her office. “Oh Hermione dear, it is nice to see you awake so soon after your transformation. We had thought you might not make it.”
Hermione gave her an odd look. Madam Pomfrey just laughed and held up a mirror for her to see. What stared back at her were features that she had never seen before. Blazing emerald eyes stared back at her from beneath a curtain of strikingly ebony hair. She took a deep breath and let it out.
“What happened to me?” She quizzically asked the healer.
“You and Mr. Malfoy over there both came into your inheritances on the train last night. It is a miracle that both of you are still alive. Usually people know when they are going to go through their change and schedule an appointment with an appropriate healer at the designated time. This is because there can be drastic amounts of blood loss from the way your body is changing.”
“But why do I look like this?”
“Because my dear, you are a type of magical creature that is very rare and only appears when there is great need in the world.”
Hermione stared. “But I’m muggleborn, I should have any type of inheritance at all.”
Madam Pomfrey smiled placatingly. “My dear you aren’t just any type of magical creature, you are an Angelus.”
Little did she know, her jaw dropped, literally. The healer closed it with the tip of her finger. “Now I take from your reaction that you know exactly what it is that you are and who young Mr. Malfoy over there is. I must ask you not to say a word of this to anyone. You will be in great danger if people start to find out what you are. You will be molded to evil wills and ways if you do not find a way to let you body accept the change. You see you are already starting to fight it.” She held the mirror up again and showed the girl how her eyes were trying to change back to brown and how her hair was starting to curl again. The young woman gasped and she changed back immediately. It was sad to see her face go from shock to worry to terror, but it had to be told.
Tear fell from her large green eyes. “Will I ever be just Hermione again?”
The nurse frowned. “No I’m afraid not, but you are still you just with a few changes. Now get going on to class. I believe the rest of the castle is waiting on you two to wake up.”
And with that the older healer left a stack of pressed clothes for her at the end of the bed and sauntered off mumbling something about strange old magic buildings influencing those who occupy them.
An Indian boy was sleeping next to her and her Draco was sleeping at her back. She had her arms curled around the Indian boy to protect him from the dreams that he kept moaning about. She didn’t know his name, but she did know that he was about her height and had beautiful brown eyes that one could drown in. Her Draco was behind her snoring like the world was going to end. The Indian boy turned over and was facing her, but she still couldn’t sleep. She touched his arm and his chest lightly in small circles to try and calm his heart. It was beating very rapidly. She didn’t know what else she could do. Just being next to him set off all kinds of tingles up and down her arms and legs. Her stomach was in knots. She wanted to kiss him again so badly.
‘Where are these thoughts coming from?’
Hermione was scared and very excited all at the same time. She knew that this was never going to happen again. That this was a one time thing and that he would never kiss her again or let her hold him. It made her sad that her Sachin was this way. That was his name, Sachin. It was a beautiful name. She only wished that this night would last forever.
He reached up with his legs and trapped her leg between his. They ground themselves together in sleep. Both wanting the other and never being able to have them. Hermione sighed in her sleep and reached up with invisible arms to hold his head in her hands. Her true love; her one and only love, taken from her and never able to be given back.
She awoke with a start. Draco Malfoy the ferret was across the room snoring deeply. There was sunlight streaming through the windows of the hospital wing and her memories of that dream were fleeting fast.
Madam Pomfrey came scuttling out of her office. “Oh Hermione dear, it is nice to see you awake so soon after your transformation. We had thought you might not make it.”
Hermione gave her an odd look. Madam Pomfrey just laughed and held up a mirror for her to see. What stared back at her were features that she had never seen before. Blazing emerald eyes stared back at her from beneath a curtain of strikingly ebony hair. She took a deep breath and let it out.
“What happened to me?” She quizzically asked the healer.
“You and Mr. Malfoy over there both came into your inheritances on the train last night. It is a miracle that both of you are still alive. Usually people know when they are going to go through their change and schedule an appointment with an appropriate healer at the designated time. This is because there can be drastic amounts of blood loss from the way your body is changing.”
“But why do I look like this?”
“Because my dear, you are a type of magical creature that is very rare and only appears when there is great need in the world.”
Hermione stared. “But I’m muggleborn, I should have any type of inheritance at all.”
Madam Pomfrey smiled placatingly. “My dear you aren’t just any type of magical creature, you are an Angelus.”
Little did she know, her jaw dropped, literally. The healer closed it with the tip of her finger. “Now I take from your reaction that you know exactly what it is that you are and who young Mr. Malfoy over there is. I must ask you not to say a word of this to anyone. You will be in great danger if people start to find out what you are. You will be molded to evil wills and ways if you do not find a way to let you body accept the change. You see you are already starting to fight it.” She held the mirror up again and showed the girl how her eyes were trying to change back to brown and how her hair was starting to curl again. The young woman gasped and she changed back immediately. It was sad to see her face go from shock to worry to terror, but it had to be told.
Tear fell from her large green eyes. “Will I ever be just Hermione again?”
The nurse frowned. “No I’m afraid not, but you are still you just with a few changes. Now get going on to class. I believe the rest of the castle is waiting on you two to wake up.”
And with that the older healer left a stack of pressed clothes for her at the end of the bed and sauntered off mumbling something about strange old magic buildings influencing those who occupy them.