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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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12
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10,081
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35
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Flames Rekindled
***Especially sorry for the long wait on this chapter. I had a bit of writers block. Thanks for reading and please review!***
Chapter 5
Hermione’s tears slowly dried. Little hiccups crept in and the tears started to cling to her eyelashes. The boys were still hugging her, but she was starting to feel as if she might be ok.
She pushed them back and looked them both in the eyes.
“I am so sorry about behaving like that. I don’t know what has gotten into me. No, no, don’t say that it is fine because it is not and I shouldn’t have even reacted like that. Now before you say anything, I can’t remember what I was dreaming about, but I know that it had absolutely nothing to do with Voldemort and I am fine now. Also, I was supposed to be in the heads compartment 8 hours ago and I believe that it is time for me to go and see who the head boy is.” With that Hermione strode out of the compartment and softly closed the door behind her, leaving both boys speechless in her wake.
***
Draco strode gracefully to the heads compartment. When he got there he stated to the door, “I am Draco Malfoy. I was informed that I have received the Head Boyship for this school year.” The door addressed him in response, “Please enter, there is a letter on the table for you from Professor Severus Snape.”
Indeed there was a letter for him on the table from Severus.
My Dear Boy,
Congratulations again on this appointment. Hermione Granger is head girl and it is for this reason that you were not automatically selected for this position. For circumstances that are well known to all we unfortunately have to make this a probationary appointment. You and Miss. Granger will be observed for the next month to see how you cooperate with one another. No one is asking you to like the girl, just to work with her so stop sneering at my letter. If you cannot accomplish this then, unfortunately we will have to choose another soul for this honor. I look forward to seeing you on the first day of classes tomorrow. You may find your schedule to be a bit different this year. I had nothing to do with it, however and so when you start wishing to go on a murderous rampage I suggest you take it up with the headmaster.
Condolences and Congratulations, Your Godfather,
Severus Snape
Draco blinked at the parchment.Well, if he had to put up with the mudblood to achieve his rightful position then so be it. It would not be him who got his sorry ass kicked out of the heads suite. He had heard that it rivaled his bedroom at home, which was saying a lot.
***
Hermione looked at the odd scrolling that decorated the outside of the door to the heads compartment. Her beautiful honey eyes glistened in the glow of the lantern swinging outside the train. Her chestnut hair swung loose around her shoulders, looking tousled. She could see the patterns in the wood and they mirrored themselves in her eyes…
SLAM!
“Well hello Granger. Nice to see you join the land of the living. Or should I say, land of the bedraggled. What happened to you? Did the Potty and the Weasel finally get around to their gang bang?” Draco sneered down at the beautiful creature before him.
Hermione looked up into those storm ridden eyes full of hate and malice. SLAP! Draco reeled backwards into cabin and watched as Hermione came towards him. Fiery sparks leapt off of her shocking anything within a 4 foot radius. The carpet of the cabin started to smolder under her feet as she pointed her wand directly at his throat.
A deadly calm whisper of a voice emerged from the petite girl. “If you ever talk to me about Harry and Ron like that ever again, no matter what you think you are saying, jokingly or not, I will kill you. I would have no regrets in using Avada Kedavra against you and I honestly don’t care if it lands me the dementors kiss. You deserve death for everything that you have done to us and to me so just leave me the fuck alone.”
Draco turned a shade paler. Almost so imperceptibly that Hermione almost didn’t notice it. His eyes were a blaze of fury, but there was something akin to sorrow in there. A sadness buried so deep in the recesses of his mind that she thought he might never even know that he was slowly succumbing to it.
She could see the change that the last few years had wrought in him. He was no longer the smug little 11 year old that she had met in the hallway of the Hogwarts Express while looking for Neville’s toad, but neither was he a grown man. But, yet again, he wasn’t a gawky teenager either. He was just Draco, Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret, what ever you wanted to call him. He had and always would be her biggest rival, and her biggest fear.
He could hold the littlest things over her head. Quite literally, as well. Like the time last fall in Snape’s Newt level potions course when she had gotten paired to work with him and he had held her favorite eagle feather quill over her head for the greater part of an hour.
She missed his endless taunting, but after the end of fifth year, when his father was incarcerated he kind of lost his steam. He missed his family, she could tell. The endless hours that she could watch him. Those eyes and those beautiful artists hands that she so longed for. She missed the challenge of working against him. Always making her strive to do her best.
Of course there were still both top of the class but he was behind her by a very very large margin more that usual. And that is how it had stayed. She hadn’t spoken with him except to dispel the odd comment or so about being a mudblood or some small amount of teasing. She had to admit of course that she kind of liked it.
But, this had taken it one step to far. He had insulted the two most important people in her life. Not only did he not care for her at all, but he meant to insult her sexually in the most perverse way that he could imagine. He had not stooped this low before and it was way under the belt. And so here the line was drawn and he would be afraid to cross it she was sure. In a way she was somewhat grateful for the boundary, but she knew now that she would never have that questioning sense of where it was all going to end up.
***
Draco fingered the crystal in his pocket and almost gasped when he saw the change in Hermione’s face and hair. He knew that he had paled visibly when it occurred. She was distracting him with all this nonsense about killing him if he insulted her again. How juvenile did she think that he was? Well, in the meantime while she was staring so sweetly straight ahead for him with those eyes of hers he wanted to see if he could get her to look into the crystal as he had done back at home.
Her hair had turned jet black and her eyes were a bright green. Her skin had gone a few shades lighter, matching his almost perfectly. There was also a bright white aura centered around her back and upper shoulders. He could almost have said that it looked like wings. He reached out to touch her with the crystal and to ask her if she saw anything different about him when one of the sparks leapt off her hand that was pointing the wand at his throat and onto the crystal. It burned extremely hot, needless to say, he dropped it.
***
Hermione watched as Draco’s hand reached towards her. She directed a spark at him to make him back off. But all it did was make him yelp and drop something onto the floor.
“Jesus Granger, what do you think you are doing?” Malfoy spat the words out at her while scrubbing his hand on his robes.
But Hermione wasn’t paying attention; she was watching the little ball of blue rainbow colored light that was jumping on the floor.
She reached towards it. It was calling to her. It was her. Some piece of her that she had long forgotten and had now made its way back to her soul.
“Granger don’t touch it!” Malfoy sounded very scared, but it didn’t register. It was calling.
As her finger tips grazed the surface a sweet fire rushed up her arm and into her shoulder blades and she knew. She knew all of the secrets and all of the suffering of countless millions through time. It was intoxicating, and then she was dying, a pain unlike anything she had ever experienced before raced up her back and concentrated itself into her shoulder blades. And then she felt her skin rip.
Chapter 5
Hermione’s tears slowly dried. Little hiccups crept in and the tears started to cling to her eyelashes. The boys were still hugging her, but she was starting to feel as if she might be ok.
She pushed them back and looked them both in the eyes.
“I am so sorry about behaving like that. I don’t know what has gotten into me. No, no, don’t say that it is fine because it is not and I shouldn’t have even reacted like that. Now before you say anything, I can’t remember what I was dreaming about, but I know that it had absolutely nothing to do with Voldemort and I am fine now. Also, I was supposed to be in the heads compartment 8 hours ago and I believe that it is time for me to go and see who the head boy is.” With that Hermione strode out of the compartment and softly closed the door behind her, leaving both boys speechless in her wake.
***
Draco strode gracefully to the heads compartment. When he got there he stated to the door, “I am Draco Malfoy. I was informed that I have received the Head Boyship for this school year.” The door addressed him in response, “Please enter, there is a letter on the table for you from Professor Severus Snape.”
Indeed there was a letter for him on the table from Severus.
My Dear Boy,
Congratulations again on this appointment. Hermione Granger is head girl and it is for this reason that you were not automatically selected for this position. For circumstances that are well known to all we unfortunately have to make this a probationary appointment. You and Miss. Granger will be observed for the next month to see how you cooperate with one another. No one is asking you to like the girl, just to work with her so stop sneering at my letter. If you cannot accomplish this then, unfortunately we will have to choose another soul for this honor. I look forward to seeing you on the first day of classes tomorrow. You may find your schedule to be a bit different this year. I had nothing to do with it, however and so when you start wishing to go on a murderous rampage I suggest you take it up with the headmaster.
Condolences and Congratulations, Your Godfather,
Severus Snape
Draco blinked at the parchment.Well, if he had to put up with the mudblood to achieve his rightful position then so be it. It would not be him who got his sorry ass kicked out of the heads suite. He had heard that it rivaled his bedroom at home, which was saying a lot.
***
Hermione looked at the odd scrolling that decorated the outside of the door to the heads compartment. Her beautiful honey eyes glistened in the glow of the lantern swinging outside the train. Her chestnut hair swung loose around her shoulders, looking tousled. She could see the patterns in the wood and they mirrored themselves in her eyes…
SLAM!
“Well hello Granger. Nice to see you join the land of the living. Or should I say, land of the bedraggled. What happened to you? Did the Potty and the Weasel finally get around to their gang bang?” Draco sneered down at the beautiful creature before him.
Hermione looked up into those storm ridden eyes full of hate and malice. SLAP! Draco reeled backwards into cabin and watched as Hermione came towards him. Fiery sparks leapt off of her shocking anything within a 4 foot radius. The carpet of the cabin started to smolder under her feet as she pointed her wand directly at his throat.
A deadly calm whisper of a voice emerged from the petite girl. “If you ever talk to me about Harry and Ron like that ever again, no matter what you think you are saying, jokingly or not, I will kill you. I would have no regrets in using Avada Kedavra against you and I honestly don’t care if it lands me the dementors kiss. You deserve death for everything that you have done to us and to me so just leave me the fuck alone.”
Draco turned a shade paler. Almost so imperceptibly that Hermione almost didn’t notice it. His eyes were a blaze of fury, but there was something akin to sorrow in there. A sadness buried so deep in the recesses of his mind that she thought he might never even know that he was slowly succumbing to it.
She could see the change that the last few years had wrought in him. He was no longer the smug little 11 year old that she had met in the hallway of the Hogwarts Express while looking for Neville’s toad, but neither was he a grown man. But, yet again, he wasn’t a gawky teenager either. He was just Draco, Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret, what ever you wanted to call him. He had and always would be her biggest rival, and her biggest fear.
He could hold the littlest things over her head. Quite literally, as well. Like the time last fall in Snape’s Newt level potions course when she had gotten paired to work with him and he had held her favorite eagle feather quill over her head for the greater part of an hour.
She missed his endless taunting, but after the end of fifth year, when his father was incarcerated he kind of lost his steam. He missed his family, she could tell. The endless hours that she could watch him. Those eyes and those beautiful artists hands that she so longed for. She missed the challenge of working against him. Always making her strive to do her best.
Of course there were still both top of the class but he was behind her by a very very large margin more that usual. And that is how it had stayed. She hadn’t spoken with him except to dispel the odd comment or so about being a mudblood or some small amount of teasing. She had to admit of course that she kind of liked it.
But, this had taken it one step to far. He had insulted the two most important people in her life. Not only did he not care for her at all, but he meant to insult her sexually in the most perverse way that he could imagine. He had not stooped this low before and it was way under the belt. And so here the line was drawn and he would be afraid to cross it she was sure. In a way she was somewhat grateful for the boundary, but she knew now that she would never have that questioning sense of where it was all going to end up.
***
Draco fingered the crystal in his pocket and almost gasped when he saw the change in Hermione’s face and hair. He knew that he had paled visibly when it occurred. She was distracting him with all this nonsense about killing him if he insulted her again. How juvenile did she think that he was? Well, in the meantime while she was staring so sweetly straight ahead for him with those eyes of hers he wanted to see if he could get her to look into the crystal as he had done back at home.
Her hair had turned jet black and her eyes were a bright green. Her skin had gone a few shades lighter, matching his almost perfectly. There was also a bright white aura centered around her back and upper shoulders. He could almost have said that it looked like wings. He reached out to touch her with the crystal and to ask her if she saw anything different about him when one of the sparks leapt off her hand that was pointing the wand at his throat and onto the crystal. It burned extremely hot, needless to say, he dropped it.
***
Hermione watched as Draco’s hand reached towards her. She directed a spark at him to make him back off. But all it did was make him yelp and drop something onto the floor.
“Jesus Granger, what do you think you are doing?” Malfoy spat the words out at her while scrubbing his hand on his robes.
But Hermione wasn’t paying attention; she was watching the little ball of blue rainbow colored light that was jumping on the floor.
She reached towards it. It was calling to her. It was her. Some piece of her that she had long forgotten and had now made its way back to her soul.
“Granger don’t touch it!” Malfoy sounded very scared, but it didn’t register. It was calling.
As her finger tips grazed the surface a sweet fire rushed up her arm and into her shoulder blades and she knew. She knew all of the secrets and all of the suffering of countless millions through time. It was intoxicating, and then she was dying, a pain unlike anything she had ever experienced before raced up her back and concentrated itself into her shoulder blades. And then she felt her skin rip.