What Lies Beyond Love
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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3
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2,193
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10
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Currently Reading:
1
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Of Rules and Regulations
a/n: sorry this was way late! But here it is.. rather boring but hey, you need some boring chapters with a few details to get a story going right? ... right? ....
Avanell: what damsel are you exactly talking about? ;)
Caseyjarryn: I sure hope you stick around to see what happens!
Margaritama: I sort of threw myself off a little too; the whole Tom thing unable to love? Consider it a Davy Jones type of love :P Arielle is not a nice witch at all, but that will come later. I may just add some flashbacks to give you a little insight into how bad she really is. Personally, i don’t like OC’s, but this idea was stuck in my head. I’m glad you like the idea of Hermione and Pansy being friends, although I’m not too sure where I’m going to take them.
Okay, that’s enough spoilers! On with the story!
CHAPTER THREE: OF RULES AND REGULATIONS
Hermione, after what felt like an eternity, finally arrived at the Heads Quarters. A darling portrait hung on the stone wall, indicating the entrance. The picture was of a forest, filled with golden leaves with red wood trunks, the grass as green as ever with black roses scattered here.
Under one of the great trees, a lion sat up and let out a glorious roar; to the left, a black and green serpent slithered up the tree to hiss at the lion. Hermione smiled briefly at the details of the painting as the lion’s size grew, giving it the look of it coming closer to her.
“Wow, you are beautiful.” Hermione stammered, looking over the majestic beast.
“As is the head girl.” The lion spoke, his voice deep with authority. “You must request a password.”
Hermione blushed at his comment and smiled, “Dandelions.”
The lions head tilted, “Are you sure?”
Hermione leaned forward, “My favourite flower.”
He bowed gracefully and the door swung open slowly. Taking a deep breath, Hermione entered the dimly lit tunnel and ventured forward a few steps until she reached the common room. She gasped in its greatness; the sheer beauty of the room had her captivated. Every ornament, right down to the rug looked older than the castle itself and she suspected they were extremely old.
“First rule,” Hermione jumped at the sudden voice from above. “When I’m in the common room, you’re elsewhere... the same goes for me. Second rule, you don’t tell me what to do or I’ll take that wand of yours and shove it right up your-”
“Watch it Malfoy.” Hermione growled.
“You just broke rule two.” He said flatly, jumping over the railing and landing on the stone floor with a small thump. “Rule three, as I know you’ve already clearly understood rule two, is that you cannot go docking points from Slytherin just because you envy us.”
“Envy you?” she choked before laughing. “Oh Malfoy, your sense of humour definitely improved over the summer. Did daddy smack you a little harder this time?”
He stepped forward with a malicious snarl, “Rule four: do not talk about my family in or out of my presence or else.”
She crossed her arms, “I’m tired of your threats Draco, no one can see the scared little boy inside but me. In fact, nobody cares. I am willing to go by your rules if you stand by one of mine, and only one.”
His face was red with anger, “What is it?” he grit out thickly.
“We maintain a civil relationship.” she said seriously, but softly. “I know it’s cliché to say, but this is a first for Hogwarts in a long time – a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. For the sake of the students... we need to show them that you’re not who they think you are. That you’re family aren’t-”
“Aren’t what? Aren’t murderers? Evil, cold and manipulative people?” he sneered. “Come off it Granger, even I know that and refuse to deny it. I am no liar and I never have been. I’m not about to start now.”
She took a breath, “Okay, fine. Have it your way. But my rule still stands. Civil relationship or I will break every single rule you’ve just created every day until graduation.”
He pursed his lips, “You have some nerve.”
She placed her book bag down, “Rule number one.” She crossed her arms again and leaned against the wall in front of him. “Broken.”
“I’m warning you Granger.” He snapped.
“Rule number two. Don’t frown so much you have a face like a cats arse.” She smirked deeply. “Broken.”
“Granger.” He growled angrily.
“Rule number three...” she hummed lightly. “I might take points from Zambini just because I envy his gorgeous hair – oh, do you know how he gets it that way?”
“That’s it!” he shouted. “Fine! I will say hello and goodbye to you but that is all! If we have something that must be done together and said so by someone with a higher authority than us, then so be it. Happy? Good. Go away.”
She smiled triumphantly as he stormed over to the sofa and sat down with a huff. Picking her book bag back up, she headed upstairs to her bedroom for a good nights sleep. She thanked Merlin that Dumbledore hadn’t required patrolling on the first night; everyone knew the first years were already scared enough as it was.
Avanell: what damsel are you exactly talking about? ;)
Caseyjarryn: I sure hope you stick around to see what happens!
Margaritama: I sort of threw myself off a little too; the whole Tom thing unable to love? Consider it a Davy Jones type of love :P Arielle is not a nice witch at all, but that will come later. I may just add some flashbacks to give you a little insight into how bad she really is. Personally, i don’t like OC’s, but this idea was stuck in my head. I’m glad you like the idea of Hermione and Pansy being friends, although I’m not too sure where I’m going to take them.
Okay, that’s enough spoilers! On with the story!
Hermione, after what felt like an eternity, finally arrived at the Heads Quarters. A darling portrait hung on the stone wall, indicating the entrance. The picture was of a forest, filled with golden leaves with red wood trunks, the grass as green as ever with black roses scattered here.
Under one of the great trees, a lion sat up and let out a glorious roar; to the left, a black and green serpent slithered up the tree to hiss at the lion. Hermione smiled briefly at the details of the painting as the lion’s size grew, giving it the look of it coming closer to her.
“Wow, you are beautiful.” Hermione stammered, looking over the majestic beast.
“As is the head girl.” The lion spoke, his voice deep with authority. “You must request a password.”
Hermione blushed at his comment and smiled, “Dandelions.”
The lions head tilted, “Are you sure?”
Hermione leaned forward, “My favourite flower.”
He bowed gracefully and the door swung open slowly. Taking a deep breath, Hermione entered the dimly lit tunnel and ventured forward a few steps until she reached the common room. She gasped in its greatness; the sheer beauty of the room had her captivated. Every ornament, right down to the rug looked older than the castle itself and she suspected they were extremely old.
“First rule,” Hermione jumped at the sudden voice from above. “When I’m in the common room, you’re elsewhere... the same goes for me. Second rule, you don’t tell me what to do or I’ll take that wand of yours and shove it right up your-”
“Watch it Malfoy.” Hermione growled.
“You just broke rule two.” He said flatly, jumping over the railing and landing on the stone floor with a small thump. “Rule three, as I know you’ve already clearly understood rule two, is that you cannot go docking points from Slytherin just because you envy us.”
“Envy you?” she choked before laughing. “Oh Malfoy, your sense of humour definitely improved over the summer. Did daddy smack you a little harder this time?”
He stepped forward with a malicious snarl, “Rule four: do not talk about my family in or out of my presence or else.”
She crossed her arms, “I’m tired of your threats Draco, no one can see the scared little boy inside but me. In fact, nobody cares. I am willing to go by your rules if you stand by one of mine, and only one.”
His face was red with anger, “What is it?” he grit out thickly.
“We maintain a civil relationship.” she said seriously, but softly. “I know it’s cliché to say, but this is a first for Hogwarts in a long time – a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. For the sake of the students... we need to show them that you’re not who they think you are. That you’re family aren’t-”
“Aren’t what? Aren’t murderers? Evil, cold and manipulative people?” he sneered. “Come off it Granger, even I know that and refuse to deny it. I am no liar and I never have been. I’m not about to start now.”
She took a breath, “Okay, fine. Have it your way. But my rule still stands. Civil relationship or I will break every single rule you’ve just created every day until graduation.”
He pursed his lips, “You have some nerve.”
She placed her book bag down, “Rule number one.” She crossed her arms again and leaned against the wall in front of him. “Broken.”
“I’m warning you Granger.” He snapped.
“Rule number two. Don’t frown so much you have a face like a cats arse.” She smirked deeply. “Broken.”
“Granger.” He growled angrily.
“Rule number three...” she hummed lightly. “I might take points from Zambini just because I envy his gorgeous hair – oh, do you know how he gets it that way?”
“That’s it!” he shouted. “Fine! I will say hello and goodbye to you but that is all! If we have something that must be done together and said so by someone with a higher authority than us, then so be it. Happy? Good. Go away.”
She smiled triumphantly as he stormed over to the sofa and sat down with a huff. Picking her book bag back up, she headed upstairs to her bedroom for a good nights sleep. She thanked Merlin that Dumbledore hadn’t required patrolling on the first night; everyone knew the first years were already scared enough as it was.