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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
10
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17,890
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87
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Currently Reading:
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Who are you?
Night’s visitor
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Chapter 3
…Who are YOU?
Hermione stared at him.
Was he real?
How in the world did he get here?
The man in front of her was staring at her with longing in his eyes, but how she could identify the emotion she had no idea. He looked at her with the same intensity that she had seen couples in the street share, and it made her really uneasy that she was the one who received this look. She had never seen him before and here he showed up in her window like he belonged there!
Hermione took a step back, only to stop, frozen in fright, when the man also moved- towards her. She stole a quick glance behind her; it couldn’t be her that the man was looking for, right? The way he was looking at her with, must be meant for someone else, right?
But of course- nobody else was in the room.
“S-S-Sir, who are you?” She stuttered in fright.
He was the most beautiful person she had ever seen and he had very interesting eyes… But Hermione lived in a big town, full of crazy people and even if this somehow showed to be a romantic “wish come true”, as some girls that she knew, would’ve liked to call it; things like this never came without a prize.
Then of course was the question if he really was real… She had worked all day and hurt all over… perhaps this was a weird dream?
“Don’t fear me, my mate.” In his eyes some of the emotion had been replaced with sadness and rejection, his face was still- like a frozen mask. He whispered the words soothingly as if trying to calm her.
“I would never hurt you.”
“I- I-… who are you, sir? What are you doing here?” Hermione managed to ask again
He sat down on the window frame, both legs dangling over the ledge, and brought up his left hand towards her. In it he held a blood red rose.
“I am a veela. You are my mate. I’ve been looking for you a very, very long time.” His voice was soft, he seemed almost afraid of scaring her, or perhaps scaring himself. While telling her his eyes turned dark with pain.
“Veela…”
Hermione knew what a veela was. There were plenty of children’s stories that told the tale of the undying love between veela mates, but that was stories and not many knew the truth about them.
Hermione had learned the truth by asking whomever she heard talking about it- as she was very interesting in everything magical and loved learning as much as possible about magical things, or in this case- magical beings.
Veelas was “humans” with special magical abilities that came from their blood. They had one life mate and if the One rejected them, they would slowly die of broken heart and insanity. Yet this was different from veela to veela; some only got insane; some died immediately and some just never got happy but could live an otherwise normal life. It had to do with which “colour” the veela had, and how much veela blood the veela had inherited.
Hermione stared - now more interested as her curiosity was awakened - at the veela in her window.
“The biggest problem”, she thought,” is that I have no idea how to tell if someone, in this case this man, is a real veela. If he is a veela and I am his mate, then he couldn’t and wouldn’t ever hurt me… But if he isn’t a veela and just a nutcase, then I could, no then I am, in very big trouble.”
“Will you accept my rose?”
Her thoughts were interrupted by the veela, and Hermione focused on him again. He looked a bit out of place, sitting there in her window. He was all dressed up in beautiful and no doubt very, very expensive cloths here in her room, which had probably never had anything so beautiful in it before.
Compared to the rich people that Hermione met daily, he had nothing of the arrogance that the Parkinsons had. He seemed very meek, almost desperate, and Hermione couldn’t held but relax a little bit. She hated seeing people sad, no matter who they were.
Hermione hesitated just a second, then she reached out and picked the rose from his hand.
But she wasn’t prepared for the immediate reaction her action would cause.
The veela jumped down from the frame, now only a foot away from her. His eyes burned with confidence and determination and on his lips played an all knowing a smile. Hermione backed even further, but stopped as her back pressed against the door. She glanced at the rose.
“That wasn’t a normal gift, was it?”
The veela shook his head. “By accepting my rose you accepted me and that you are my mate. You gave me the right to court you.” His smirk widened,
“But of course courting is just another name for the waiting of the marking. You have accepted me as your mate, accepted that I one day will mark you.”
Hermione closed her eyes and sank down on her knees moaning. She was too tired to deal with this. It seemed as if everything wanted to go wrong today!
“Just the thing I need. If Pansy ever finds out about this she will probably use it to throw me out for good!”
Her head snapped up when she felt herself being embraced by strong arms. But her body had decided that it wanted to sleep and wouldn’t take no for an answer. The extra warmth and the feeling of being, unwillingly, safe made her keep her eyes closed and she sank deeper into his embrace.
He easily lifted her off the floor and put her on the bed. When he lay down beside her she tensed in alarm but relaxed again when he did nothing else but hold her.
“I’m so confused”, she thought and fell asleep two seconds later.
Disclaimer: Don’t own!
Chapter 3
…Who are YOU?
Hermione stared at him.
Was he real?
How in the world did he get here?
The man in front of her was staring at her with longing in his eyes, but how she could identify the emotion she had no idea. He looked at her with the same intensity that she had seen couples in the street share, and it made her really uneasy that she was the one who received this look. She had never seen him before and here he showed up in her window like he belonged there!
Hermione took a step back, only to stop, frozen in fright, when the man also moved- towards her. She stole a quick glance behind her; it couldn’t be her that the man was looking for, right? The way he was looking at her with, must be meant for someone else, right?
But of course- nobody else was in the room.
“S-S-Sir, who are you?” She stuttered in fright.
He was the most beautiful person she had ever seen and he had very interesting eyes… But Hermione lived in a big town, full of crazy people and even if this somehow showed to be a romantic “wish come true”, as some girls that she knew, would’ve liked to call it; things like this never came without a prize.
Then of course was the question if he really was real… She had worked all day and hurt all over… perhaps this was a weird dream?
“Don’t fear me, my mate.” In his eyes some of the emotion had been replaced with sadness and rejection, his face was still- like a frozen mask. He whispered the words soothingly as if trying to calm her.
“I would never hurt you.”
“I- I-… who are you, sir? What are you doing here?” Hermione managed to ask again
He sat down on the window frame, both legs dangling over the ledge, and brought up his left hand towards her. In it he held a blood red rose.
“I am a veela. You are my mate. I’ve been looking for you a very, very long time.” His voice was soft, he seemed almost afraid of scaring her, or perhaps scaring himself. While telling her his eyes turned dark with pain.
“Veela…”
Hermione knew what a veela was. There were plenty of children’s stories that told the tale of the undying love between veela mates, but that was stories and not many knew the truth about them.
Hermione had learned the truth by asking whomever she heard talking about it- as she was very interesting in everything magical and loved learning as much as possible about magical things, or in this case- magical beings.
Veelas was “humans” with special magical abilities that came from their blood. They had one life mate and if the One rejected them, they would slowly die of broken heart and insanity. Yet this was different from veela to veela; some only got insane; some died immediately and some just never got happy but could live an otherwise normal life. It had to do with which “colour” the veela had, and how much veela blood the veela had inherited.
Hermione stared - now more interested as her curiosity was awakened - at the veela in her window.
“The biggest problem”, she thought,” is that I have no idea how to tell if someone, in this case this man, is a real veela. If he is a veela and I am his mate, then he couldn’t and wouldn’t ever hurt me… But if he isn’t a veela and just a nutcase, then I could, no then I am, in very big trouble.”
“Will you accept my rose?”
Her thoughts were interrupted by the veela, and Hermione focused on him again. He looked a bit out of place, sitting there in her window. He was all dressed up in beautiful and no doubt very, very expensive cloths here in her room, which had probably never had anything so beautiful in it before.
Compared to the rich people that Hermione met daily, he had nothing of the arrogance that the Parkinsons had. He seemed very meek, almost desperate, and Hermione couldn’t held but relax a little bit. She hated seeing people sad, no matter who they were.
Hermione hesitated just a second, then she reached out and picked the rose from his hand.
But she wasn’t prepared for the immediate reaction her action would cause.
The veela jumped down from the frame, now only a foot away from her. His eyes burned with confidence and determination and on his lips played an all knowing a smile. Hermione backed even further, but stopped as her back pressed against the door. She glanced at the rose.
“That wasn’t a normal gift, was it?”
The veela shook his head. “By accepting my rose you accepted me and that you are my mate. You gave me the right to court you.” His smirk widened,
“But of course courting is just another name for the waiting of the marking. You have accepted me as your mate, accepted that I one day will mark you.”
Hermione closed her eyes and sank down on her knees moaning. She was too tired to deal with this. It seemed as if everything wanted to go wrong today!
“Just the thing I need. If Pansy ever finds out about this she will probably use it to throw me out for good!”
Her head snapped up when she felt herself being embraced by strong arms. But her body had decided that it wanted to sleep and wouldn’t take no for an answer. The extra warmth and the feeling of being, unwillingly, safe made her keep her eyes closed and she sank deeper into his embrace.
He easily lifted her off the floor and put her on the bed. When he lay down beside her she tensed in alarm but relaxed again when he did nothing else but hold her.
“I’m so confused”, she thought and fell asleep two seconds later.