Stormwalker
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,985
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Midnight Wanderings
Stormwalker
Author Name: LordOfTheFallen
Author Email: GabeandEos4Ever@organizedchange.com
Rating: R to NC-17 (in later chapters)
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP.
Summary: After a holiday, Hermione returns to school for her 7th year, haunted by a pair of stone eyes. When she finds them again in the last place she expected, she finds herself falling in love. But will it last after she finds out who he truly is?
Pairings: Hr/OC
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Bad lyrics and the silver-haired man are mine.
A/N: For anyone who doesn’t know, flechettes are just a fancy name for REALLY sharp razors.
And mucho thanks to DevilPrincess, WriterLady1031, and Chels for reviewing!
Chapter 4: Midnight Wanderings
Something woke up Hermione in the middle of the night, and she had no idea why. A light shiver ran down her spine. It felt like fire was flooding through her veins, like she was drawing power from the full moon that hung low in the sky.
She got up out of bed, quickly but quietly, not bothering to change from her nightgown into her robes. Hermione walked into the common room, but how how it wasn’t enough. She felt like she wanted to run out under the stars and see every facet of the night.
But something wasn’t right.
I should be asleep, she thought. Why? What had summoned her out of her bed?
She saw stormy eyes transposed over her vision and was sure it was Gabriel. And if not him, who?
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Gabriel paced his spartan quarters like an imprisoned panther. There were no windows in his room, no connection to the outside world but one imposing door that was currently locked. Needlessly looking around his room, he saw his beloved guitar, a large bed with ragged black sheets, and a locked steel briefcase. Inside the case were the other two things he loved: a set of gleaming flechettes and his fully loaded, semi-automatic gun. He knew that it could be as good as a wand against wizards, albeit messier, but very few wizards or witches wore bullet-proof vests. The flechettes had a much more personal use.
He hadn’t told the students that he had no wand, and was not and would ever be a wizard. But he had seen the darkest flames of Hell and lived to tell the tale. Dumbledore knew that he wasn’t a person to fuck with, and had relaxed many of the school rules so that he could teach these kids how to survive a war that might last much longer than anyone had imagined. Their wands gave them an edge, but most of their enemies had one as well, not to mention having years more experience and an extreme lack of morals.
Gabriel tripped a bit and swore, instantly searching for the unfortunate object that had gotten in his way. Then he froze. He knew what was going on. Nothing physical had been the cause of his stumbling.
He knew that whenever a vampire like himself invaded someone’s mind (on purpose or not), it left a sort of imprint upon the victim and for a night, longer if the contact was continued. They would know where each other was and each could feel a lessened version of the other’s emotions. Most humans never remembered the nights the connection was there, a vampire’s mind was too powerful. But he’d never felt it so strongly before.
Gabriel shuddered. The last time it had happened it had been with…No! He mentally rebuked himself. Don’t think of that! She’s your student, not your ex-lover. You could smell her lust, taste it on your tongue! One of his many inner voices argued. He let out some strange feral cry and slammed onto his bed, grabbing his electric guitar. He’d had to have quite a few charms put on it to make it work with all the magic in the air. Gabriel began plg a g a slow but hard song, clear voice breaking his mental silence.
Chains bind deeper than the eye can see
Memories scar deeper within me
In this love in your mind’s eye
Because if I had a choice, I would rather die
A raucous riff ensued as he let out his frustration through every note. At least it was better than randomly castrating male students that happened to pass him. Gabriel was lost in his music and did not hear the whispered word and the click of the of the door unlocking.
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Hermione walked into the room as silently as possible, wand in her right wand. She had been drawn here by the noise, or so she tried to convince herself. She saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes closed as his dexterous alabaster fingers played the elec gui guitar she had seen that night in the club.
She abruptly froze as his eyes opened lazily, locking onto hers. Emotions flooded across those eyes, swirls like dark gray clouds around his black pupil. Gabriel said nothing, playing out the rest of his song before laying the guitar down on the bed and slowly standing up.
His wondrous eyes looked up and down her body quickly and she suddenly felt naked in the off-white gown she was wearing. Her brown eyes were glazed over, although she didn’t know it.
Hermione couldn’t keep from staring. He was shirtless, revealing a smooth, muscled chest, and he was wearing those leather pants that were too tight from anything to be underneath them. His brilliant silver hair seemed ethereal as it floated past his shoulders. Gabriel was trueauteautiful, from the shining strands of his hair to his pale bare feet.
So they watched each other, for how long neither knew. Then Gabriel broke the silence, voice a touch above a whisper.
“Why are you here?”
She couldn’t seem to think at the moment, and replied, “I don’t know.”
Hermione saw dark knowledge spill into his quietly raging eyes. For some reason she felt close to tears, and didn’t know how to stop them. She could hear his heartbeat in her head, but it was irregular, beating one moment and not the next. How was that possible?
“What’s happening to me?” She whispered, eyes desperately pleading.
There was another moment of stillness before Gabriel deigned to answer.
“I…I’m not who you think Hermione. Please leave before anything goes wrong. Neither of us deserves to be hurt.”
Hermione stepped closer and put her hands on top of his. When he didn’t pull away, she spoke.
“Please Gabriel. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know it has something to do with you.”
All of a sudden, Gabriel’s arms were wrapped around her and his lips pressed to herer ber body reacted without her consent, and she leaned deeper into the slow kiss.
She did not feel Gabriel reach into her mind and knock her unconscious. Hermione slumped in his arms and he picked her up, making his way to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He hissed the password after plucking from her incoherent thoughts and crept up the stairs, laying Hermione in her bed and then stealing away into the dungeons, sure that he had erased the memory of that night, and the kiss from her mind.
Author Name: LordOfTheFallen
Author Email: GabeandEos4Ever@organizedchange.com
Rating: R to NC-17 (in later chapters)
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP.
Summary: After a holiday, Hermione returns to school for her 7th year, haunted by a pair of stone eyes. When she finds them again in the last place she expected, she finds herself falling in love. But will it last after she finds out who he truly is?
Pairings: Hr/OC
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Bad lyrics and the silver-haired man are mine.
A/N: For anyone who doesn’t know, flechettes are just a fancy name for REALLY sharp razors.
And mucho thanks to DevilPrincess, WriterLady1031, and Chels for reviewing!
Chapter 4: Midnight Wanderings
Something woke up Hermione in the middle of the night, and she had no idea why. A light shiver ran down her spine. It felt like fire was flooding through her veins, like she was drawing power from the full moon that hung low in the sky.
She got up out of bed, quickly but quietly, not bothering to change from her nightgown into her robes. Hermione walked into the common room, but how how it wasn’t enough. She felt like she wanted to run out under the stars and see every facet of the night.
But something wasn’t right.
I should be asleep, she thought. Why? What had summoned her out of her bed?
She saw stormy eyes transposed over her vision and was sure it was Gabriel. And if not him, who?
***************************************************************************
Gabriel paced his spartan quarters like an imprisoned panther. There were no windows in his room, no connection to the outside world but one imposing door that was currently locked. Needlessly looking around his room, he saw his beloved guitar, a large bed with ragged black sheets, and a locked steel briefcase. Inside the case were the other two things he loved: a set of gleaming flechettes and his fully loaded, semi-automatic gun. He knew that it could be as good as a wand against wizards, albeit messier, but very few wizards or witches wore bullet-proof vests. The flechettes had a much more personal use.
He hadn’t told the students that he had no wand, and was not and would ever be a wizard. But he had seen the darkest flames of Hell and lived to tell the tale. Dumbledore knew that he wasn’t a person to fuck with, and had relaxed many of the school rules so that he could teach these kids how to survive a war that might last much longer than anyone had imagined. Their wands gave them an edge, but most of their enemies had one as well, not to mention having years more experience and an extreme lack of morals.
Gabriel tripped a bit and swore, instantly searching for the unfortunate object that had gotten in his way. Then he froze. He knew what was going on. Nothing physical had been the cause of his stumbling.
He knew that whenever a vampire like himself invaded someone’s mind (on purpose or not), it left a sort of imprint upon the victim and for a night, longer if the contact was continued. They would know where each other was and each could feel a lessened version of the other’s emotions. Most humans never remembered the nights the connection was there, a vampire’s mind was too powerful. But he’d never felt it so strongly before.
Gabriel shuddered. The last time it had happened it had been with…No! He mentally rebuked himself. Don’t think of that! She’s your student, not your ex-lover. You could smell her lust, taste it on your tongue! One of his many inner voices argued. He let out some strange feral cry and slammed onto his bed, grabbing his electric guitar. He’d had to have quite a few charms put on it to make it work with all the magic in the air. Gabriel began plg a g a slow but hard song, clear voice breaking his mental silence.
Chains bind deeper than the eye can see
Memories scar deeper within me
In this love in your mind’s eye
Because if I had a choice, I would rather die
A raucous riff ensued as he let out his frustration through every note. At least it was better than randomly castrating male students that happened to pass him. Gabriel was lost in his music and did not hear the whispered word and the click of the of the door unlocking.
***************************************************************************
Hermione walked into the room as silently as possible, wand in her right wand. She had been drawn here by the noise, or so she tried to convince herself. She saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes closed as his dexterous alabaster fingers played the elec gui guitar she had seen that night in the club.
She abruptly froze as his eyes opened lazily, locking onto hers. Emotions flooded across those eyes, swirls like dark gray clouds around his black pupil. Gabriel said nothing, playing out the rest of his song before laying the guitar down on the bed and slowly standing up.
His wondrous eyes looked up and down her body quickly and she suddenly felt naked in the off-white gown she was wearing. Her brown eyes were glazed over, although she didn’t know it.
Hermione couldn’t keep from staring. He was shirtless, revealing a smooth, muscled chest, and he was wearing those leather pants that were too tight from anything to be underneath them. His brilliant silver hair seemed ethereal as it floated past his shoulders. Gabriel was trueauteautiful, from the shining strands of his hair to his pale bare feet.
So they watched each other, for how long neither knew. Then Gabriel broke the silence, voice a touch above a whisper.
“Why are you here?”
She couldn’t seem to think at the moment, and replied, “I don’t know.”
Hermione saw dark knowledge spill into his quietly raging eyes. For some reason she felt close to tears, and didn’t know how to stop them. She could hear his heartbeat in her head, but it was irregular, beating one moment and not the next. How was that possible?
“What’s happening to me?” She whispered, eyes desperately pleading.
There was another moment of stillness before Gabriel deigned to answer.
“I…I’m not who you think Hermione. Please leave before anything goes wrong. Neither of us deserves to be hurt.”
Hermione stepped closer and put her hands on top of his. When he didn’t pull away, she spoke.
“Please Gabriel. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know it has something to do with you.”
All of a sudden, Gabriel’s arms were wrapped around her and his lips pressed to herer ber body reacted without her consent, and she leaned deeper into the slow kiss.
She did not feel Gabriel reach into her mind and knock her unconscious. Hermione slumped in his arms and he picked her up, making his way to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He hissed the password after plucking from her incoherent thoughts and crept up the stairs, laying Hermione in her bed and then stealing away into the dungeons, sure that he had erased the memory of that night, and the kiss from her mind.