The Purest

Dear Journal,

I met my parents today. Draco surprised me by showing me their portrait. I was also in it as a baby. We looked happy.

It was so embarrassing. I fainted. When I woke up we were still in the hall. Apparently Draco was levitating me back to his room. I stopped him of course, and went right back to the portrait of my parents.

We talked for a very long time. At some point I noticed Draco had left, probably giving us some privacy. It was very thoughtful of him. Although I wouldn’t have minded him there. At first I was a little nervous, but then it was natural. Like they were never gone and I felt as though I could talk to them about anything.

They told me that I had been born in St. Mungos. On October 31, 1991 and that I had weighed 8 pounds 2 ounces. I never knew when my birthday was. My adopted parents and I always celebrated my birthday on New Years. They said it was a great day for new beginnings and that was what they thought I had brought to them.

My adopted family. I miss them so much. I know that I have neglected them for quite sometime, and unless McGonagall sent them an owl they must still think that I am just fine at Hogwarts helping Harry no doubt. I should write them a letter letting them know that I have found out my family history.

My history, it sounds funny when I say it to myself. A little dramatic. HA! Imagine me DRAMATIC.

Anyhow back to what I was saying.

Everything that I was taught growing up was not supposed happen. It wasn’t part of the plan of what I was supposed to be.


This all came into question near the end of the conversation I had with my parents. They asked who had raised me, and I told them it had been muggles. My fathers face had a look of undisguised hatred while my mother gasped.

It made me fell a little embarrassed. Almost shameful. But then I just told them that they had been great parents. Made me study my work, It is because of them I have become the person I am today. At the top of my class. That they had done the best they could dealing with a magical child.

They asked me why no one had brought me to the Malfoys. And I told them that Dumbledore had been the one who placed me in the care of muggles. That he had hid it from me and the magical world. No one knew who I really was. Least of all me.

Then they asked how it came about. And I told them that Dumbledore had died. They seemed pleased. Given their history I could understand why this was. But then they asked me the really hard question.

What side of the war I was on. To tell you the truth I didn’t know how to answer them. Like I said everything I was taught growing up has become grayed in these past months. People who I would have died for betrayed me. When I needed them most they deserted me. How could people do that. That was not a side that I wanted to fight for.

But I also didn’t want to fight for a side that killed and tortured innocent people either. My little black and white world was now a page in history. I know that I need to find my place. Times like these were not meant for neutral parties.

This is something that I think will be hard for me to talk to Draco about. It worries me. I know what side he is on, and I hope it doesn’t tear us apart. Whatever this “US” is.

He was my enemy. Now he is my best friend. My confidante. My lover. How could I ever leave him. What would I do if he left me? These are things I try not to think about.

I thought about Harry and Ron. My betrayers. I often find myself thinking how I can’t wait to tell them something and then I realize how I can’t now. Everything is different. My once best friends are estranged. I could never go back to the way things were before. I would see how they look at me and I could not deal with it. Not to mention how they would talk about Draco. How they would tell me he is no good for me.

But Draco was the only one there who talk to me. It did start out strange though. At first it seemed like he was reprimanding me. I think I needed it though to remind myself that I was and am better than that. I would never do that to people I care about.

I’m babbling now.

In the coming weeks I have a lot to think about. I would say months but this war is not going to last forever and I really have to find out where I stand.

But for now it’s late and Draco is starting to stir in the bed I should go to him before he wakes up and ask what I’m doing.

H.

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Dear Journal,

Kit, Draco’s House elf came and told me that my parents were asking to see me.

When I went to see them they told me about a commotion the other portraits had been talking about. They said that I was destroying things in my sleep. That I my innate power revealed it self in my subconscious. It made me shudder because I remembered my dream this time.

I didn’t want to tell Draco about it because it scared me. But now I know he has known for sometime. Because I have had this dream before. It changes slightly from time to time but I never have it when he and I sleep in the same bed.

I wonder what will happen when we return to Hogwarts. Professor Snape will no doubt approve of us sleeping in the same quarters, but it is McGonagall that I worry about.

(Wait a minute. Pause. What if he doesn’t want to. OH MY GOODNESS! I’m just not going to think about that. That is a can of worms I’m not interested in opening.)

Anyway I know the headmistress cares for me dearly and I think that she might take this the wrong way. Like I have been exposed to the impervious curse. That somehow I am being manipulated. This does not bode well at all.

They told me that with proper training I could harness my true power while I am awake. That worries me even more. I mean, how powerful am I?

I think about what the sorting hat said about the war going to what side I was on. That would make me a very powerful ally. I would play a very definite key role.

Something that I don’t want to think about now is if Draco really feels for me or if he is just playing his part to get me on the side of Voldemort.

I can’t imagine him doing that to me. I don’t want to.

This is all very hard for me to swallow. I fight myself everyday wondering when he and I should have that fateful talk about sides and the war. Its coming I can feel it. Maybe not from him but I know “HE” wants to find out.

Voldemort will not stop until he has won. What kind of world would we live in then. What kind of involvement would I have in how the world turns out.

I can see both sides of how the Wizarding and Muggle world would collide. No matter how much I wish everyone could get along it won’t happen. Muggles are clearly not ready for the magical world. And Wizards feel they are too superior.

Draco’s coming.

H.
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“Hermione.”

She could hear him calling her from the hall. She quickly finished her line in the journal and hid the book in her belongings. She pretended to be rummaging through her belongings when he came in.

“Hermione.”

“Yes. Draco I’m in here.” Closing the drawer to the dresser. She turned to face him.

The look on his face stopped her smile from forming. She walked quickly to him.

“Draco.” her voice dripping with concern. “What’s the matter?”

He turned around and closed his door and locked it.

When he turned around his eyes were wild. He looked as though he had turned into a mad man over night.

“Your not leaving my side.” He said it very calm. It was sort of eerie.

“Of course not. Why would you think that?” She was in disbelief she smile and laughed lightly.

“First of all where would I go silly.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean your not leaving my side.” Looking at her he calmed a little, coming to his senses. Then he looked down and went to sit on the edge of his bed.

“ I was sitting in the library talking to my father. He asked me what our relationship was. I knew that we were lovers and I told him as much, and that we were content. But then he asked me if you were really content or if it was just me and I was assuming as much.”

Draco took a deep breath. He was starting to get worked up again.

“ The truth is Hermione I’m not content. I’m not content at all. I thought about what might happen if another man sought interest in you, and I started to get upset.”

She went to sit next to him and put her arm around him leaning her head on his shoulder. He quickly got up and turned to look at her. For a moment she felt as though she did something wrong. But then before her he got on his knees and took her hands in his.

“ Hermione, I don’t ever want to know what that feels like. Losing you to someone else. I mean right now I have no claim on you. We’re not exclusive. We’ve never talked about it. Everything just fell into place. But here and now I am asking you to make it official.”

She saw him gulp. His nervousness was endearing. It was a side of him she never saw before and it made her swell with a feeling she couldn’t explain.

“Hermione will you be my girlfriend?”

His eyes were pleading. Begging her not to reject him. She did the first thing that came to her mind. Leaning down she kissed him.

“As if you needed to ask Draco.”

In the next moment he had stood up and pulled her to him, kissing her with all he had to give. Gathering her hair in his hands he squeezed her even closer. The kiss quickly turned into something more when she felt his pelvis push into hers. He laid her back on his bed and covered her with his own.

Clothes were ripped from each others bodies in a frenzy to divest of obstacles. It wasn’t a time for tenderness or exploration. This was a time of need and passion.

When all clothes were removed he moved his hand between her thighs to seeking her apex. Teasing her folds, groaning when he found she was already wet for him. He plunged his finger inside earning a moan from her. After a minute of the unnecessary foreplay he felt her grab his hand and pull it up in the next another hand on his cock guiding it to replace the missing finger, and then her pelvis coming off of the bed to engulf is manhood.

She was reeling. The pleasure so intense she was panting heavily with each thrust. The pleasure/pain he was causing when he started to caress and pinch her nipples. Soon he was pumping so hard into her the bed was shaking with the momentum. His hands on either side of her as he pummeled into her.

Then all of a sudden he drove so deep he moved her more up the bed. When she felt his seed spill into her she came with a loud groan.

He collapsed on top of her exhausted. Wrapping her arms around him in a hug she reached up and stroked his head. When he pulled out and fell to the side of her they snuggled. Reaching over he covered them with his blanket and they fell asleep.