Dancing With Dragons

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CHAPTER 5: LBD is a Must, No?

Hermione stared up into the rain. She thought of seeing Ron and Harry again. Of Navel, Luna, Ginny, and the whole Weasely family. She smiled thinking about all the good things that she had. She would get through this. She wouldn’t let Malfoy make her think differently. Still, she felt changed somehow, maybe it was that she was stronger.


Finally she pulled herself up, did a drying spell and headed to the library. She needed to do something solid, something constructive. She wasn’t going to sit around and cry over anyone again. She slipped into the restricted area with ease.


The hours slipped by and the researching pushed every other thought from her mind. She realized something that night. She’d been looking for a source to tell her how to destroy the hurcruxs, but all she could find was that it had be something indestructible. Something that could kill the magic instead of being killed. She’d been looking for a direct answer instead of find it out herself.


Finally she found a few options. The one she favored was an extremely hard potion, which was capable of destroying anything it touched, so it said. It was a potion she, HERMIONE, had never heard of. She knew it might be nearly impossible to find all the ingredients, lead alone make. She wrote to the boys that night.


Dear Ron and Harry,

I hope this finds you well. Hogwarts is doing well so far, but I fear for our safety if what you say about the Ministry is true. I hope we can get through this year without complications. Also, I thought you’d liked to know that Luna’s father has been writing rather reveling and intelligent articles as of late. They discus the He-who-should-not-be-named and of course you Harry. It’s refreshing to see a news source talk openly of the problems of the world. Though Hogwarts seems to be a speared for the real world. I wish I could be with you both.


I am truly writing because I think I may have found a way to destroy the locket. I realized to night that I’ve been looking for books to just give me the answer. To just tell me which objects, spells, or potions could be used. Than I realized that Hurcruxs are so rare that there probably is little to no documentation on how they should be destroyed. It rather defeats the purpose of their existence. Anyway, I started to look up objects that are indestructible or are know for their ability to destroy magical objects. I came across two things. One is goblin steel. This is extremely hard to come by, as goblins are protective of their possession, especially when it comes to wizards. The few goblin steel objects that wizards posses are family air looms passed down from generation to generation and there is hardly any, if at all, ways to trace them. It is hard to know if something is truly Goblin made. One could only be sure if it was inspected by a Goblin.


The second is a potion. I found the name of the potions a few times in my reading, I told you, but I finally found the formula. The problem is, it’s extremely ancient and there are many various. I’ve written them all down for you, but the first is the one I feel had the most potential. Please me warned it extremely dangerous and hard to make. It's said to destroy almost anything it touches so you’ll need to find a specific kind of cauldron. Also, if it doesn’t work you must find a safe way to retrieve the locket form the poison.


ABLUOAERUMNOSUS (The closet translation I could find was to wipe clean or deny wretchedness. This particular version seems to be talking about cleansing an object. The others are ABLUOAENEUS, to wipe clean something metal, and ABLUO AETERNUA ETERNUS, to wipe clean eternal, this maybe very well the one you need and is similar to ABLUOAERUMNOSU, but there is not a clear instructions.)


Ingrendeints

Unicorn Hair, Three hearts of wild pink roses (that under sun and star light grow, I believe this to be the Astrum Rose which is known to feed off of any light even star light), Three spoons of a century old brandy wine, Rosemary oil that has anointed the object first, a dozen newt eyes, a dozen pixie wings, five ounces of ginseng, and three cups of sea salt for the dead sea.


MUST DO THIS IN THIS ORDER

1. Grind the three wild pink hearts into powder, thirty times clock wise and a hundred counter-clock wise.

2. Drench the rose powder in the century old Brandy on the midnight hour of the 27th day of the month. Let sit for one week. Stirring twice a day for twenty clockwise motions. (one stir period must be done at twelve in the afternoon and the second at the midnight hour)

3. One day before the rose powder is done, place the object wanting to be destroyed into the Rosemary oil. Let sit for 24 hours. The powder and anointment but be done the same day only three hours after each other.

4. Drip the oil from the object in to the rose powdered liquid. Must spin the object the entire time in counter-clockwise rotation until it is dry.

5. Place the solution in to the cauldron.

6. Crush the newt eyes and pixie wings and place them into the solution. Put on a slow boil for ten hours. Stirring every hour for twenty minutes.

7. After the ten hours is over let it cool for one week.

8. Than reboil for one hour with out stirring. After the hour place five ounces of ginseng and three cups of the salt water.

9. Leave it to boil of three day. One hour after the third day (72 hours) place the unicorn hair in. Than place the object into the potion.



The ingredients will be extremely hard to find, but I believe this will work. Please be careful, I believe the unicorn hair is the concealing ingredient and for there on it will be dangerous to even be around. The only way to get rid of the solution is to let it cool and place a spell on it on a full moon. Flick your wand in a cross motion and say crymoset (cry-mo(like the name mo)- set (like a set of something. Your wand motion must go north, west, east, and south. Make it a fluid motion with out stopping. Practice on objects, if you're doing it right it should freeze the idem and brake it apart.


When Hermione finished the letter, in the early hours of the morning, she’d never felt better. She was contributing in a major way. She was going to become more involved in the DA again. She allowed herself to be distant from her pain and reality for long enough. It didn’t matter if others didn’t think she was strong enough she knew she was.

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That’s just how life became over the next two months. She delved deep into her schoolwork, DA meeting, research, and any sign of deatheater actions. She read anything she could get her hands on: old history of Voldemort, Harry, and Dumbledore. She read every magazine she could find with current news, reading between the lines of course. Sadly, many muggle born parents were taking their kids from school and fleeing, or student’s parents went missing or worse found dead. In those months reality started to seep through Hogwarts gates.


Hermione took a more serious role in the DA. She now took turns teaching the group. Her and Ginny met twice a week to come up with new ideas. It was exhausting, but she lived for it. She wouldn’t and couldn’t do anything else. She didn’t hide from her anger or pain, but turned it in something she could use. She swallowed it and didn’t flinch.


The boys had written back that it could take them months to find the ingredients. They, if they could find it before the next 27th of the month, would start in November, but it was probable that they wouldn’t be able to start till December or January. The locket was becoming a heavy burden. It seemed to alter the mood of a person or whole area. Her news had relieved some of the pain. They wished her love, but nothing more was said. She wrote to them at times just to say hello, but often they didn’t reply.


Her and Malfoy hadn’t spoke more than two words since the day of her ritual burning. They silently formed a pattern of making rounds, doing tutoring, and making perfects schedules with out talking. Often they left each other notes in the common room. He wasn’t cruel or kind, he was just there. When Hermione allowed herself a moment she realized she stupidly missed talking to him. Granted there hadn’t been much time of civility between them, but seeing that side of Malfoy had changed her. A part of her wanted to rescue him. Beg him to come to the light side, save himself, and become a better person. Her dignity wouldn’t allow her. Neither would her body’s uncanny reaction to Malfoy.

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Suddenly and with out warning the Christmas holiday were sprung upon Hermione. It hadn’t truly hit her until she sat watching Ginny pack to go home.


“ Hermione I really think you should come home with me. I don’t think it’s good for you to be here alone.”


“ Ginny it will be nice for me to relax. Plus, I’ll be fine, it’s not like many people will be here. And you know its almost a requirment that at least on prefect stay for the holiday and keep a watch over the students who do stay. I doubt Malfoy would devote his holiday to that.”


“You working and there not being a lot of people here is what worried me Mion, but if you insist there is not much I can do. But really Hermione please actually relax. You’ve become a machine lately. Take a little time for you.”


“ Gin you worry to much. Like your mother.”


“ Uggg don’t say that.” Hermione laughed. She was more sad they she would let on. She really wanted to go with Ginny, but the thought of being with a family not her own would be worse than being alone. It wasn’t that she didn’t consider the Weasley her extended family, but it would make her miss her parents more.


“I really must be going or I’ll miss the train.”


“Tell everyone I said hello,” Hermione said as she hugged the small red head good bye.


“ Oh I will, but don’t worry I am sure mum will be sending you one of her famous sweaters, or mittens, or maybe even a hat!” Ginny smiled shaking her head, closing the suitcase tight. Ginny put her coat on and made to leave.


Knowing it was her last opportunity, Hermione finally said what she’d been meaning to tell Ginny for a week. “Listen Gin, things are getting worse and worse so incase anything happens and you can’t come back, or Hogwarts doesn’t reopen I wanted to tell you I love you. If Hogwarts doesn’t reopen though I am going to find the boys so I won’t be back, but please don’t tell anyone. Okay.”


Small tears streamed down Ginny’s face and they hugged tightly again. “I love you too Hermione Granger, but I never say goodbye, there is no such thing.” Then Ginny grabbed her suitcase and left Hermione alone. Hermione smiled with sadness at Ginny’s words. It was nice to believe there was no such thing as good-byes, but she knew better. She watched Ginny for the window as she boreded the carriages and worried, like she worried with her parents, and Ron and Harry, that this might be the last time.


Hermione dragged herself to the dormitory and refused to leave the chair. She surrounded herself with books. Books she read for pleasure. The stories of other people’s tales pushed her own woes away. She fell asleep like that.


She awoke to the feeling of someone eyes on her. She awoke to find Malfoy eyes on her.


“What the hell? What are you doing?”


“Trying to figure out if I should be surprised that I found you a sleep surrounded by books.”


“ Yes, well they're my one true love.”


“ Sad.”


“ Why do you give shit anyway. Lets just go along pretending like the other doesn’t even existed.” Hermione was suddenly angry. She got up and the books fell around her. “ I rather enjoyed pretending you weren’t even alive. You know,” she pointed a finger and Malfoy’s chest, “ I actually thought for one silly little second you were a decent person hiding under all that hate. I actually though we were kind of friends. Stupid right?” She was taken a back at her own words and that she hadn’t realized it till now, but she had sort of thought of Malfoy and her at having some weird friendship.


Malfoy was obviously just as taken back. “Friends?”


“Yea you know people you like and respect each other. People you talk to and do things with, have fun with. Someone who is there for you. Takes care of you even though they don’t have an obligation to!”


“Why in the bloody hell would we be friends Granger?”


“ Because I thought you might finally be over hating me for something I can’t help. Not that I’d trade in my filthy blood for anything in the world. Maybe I thought we were friends because we talked and you seemed, for some strange reason, to give to shit about my feelings. Why would you be nice to me, or come to the burning my dress if you didn’t a least respect me as fucking person? But there you had to go again and turn your anger on me and call me a mugblood. I’ve never done a thing to you!” Hermione slummed done into her seat.


“ I, well, we could be friends still.” Malfoy blurted and Hermione laughed a sad, cold laugh.


“ Don’t you get it, I was wrong. You don’t want to be friends with me.”


“ Don’t presume to know what I want Granger.”


“And why the hell would you want to be friends with me Malfoy? I can’t offer you anything you’re likely to want. I don’t have money, power or, in you opinion, good blood.”


“ There you go assuming things about me again. Maybe that’s why I don’t even like to be around you.”


“ You a bloody hypocrite talking about assumptions. You’ve made assumptions about who I was since you found out my bloodline! I am only making opinions based on your bloody actions. Walking around like the poster boy for pure blood. Roaming Hogwarts and demanding things like you own the bloody school, and letting the world know your wealth and pedigree.”


“ Me? You’ve walk around like you Merlin’s gift to the wizarding world just because you’re so smart and friends with Potter. You don’t think that’s away of bragging about your status, sucking bloody wonder-boy Potter’s dick.”


“ I am not friends with Harry because of what he’s done. This is just it, we cant be friends because we have such different ideas about life. How can two people be friends when the one thinks the other is evil and the other thinks the one insubordinate and unequal. You bloody support he-should-not-be-named! He wants me and every person like me dead or graveling at his inhuman feet.” Hermione leaped out of her seat again flushed with passion.


She watched Malfoy face burn red like it had the day she brought up Dumbledore. She watched his face portray how he was trying to control his anger. Where had he learned that? Why was he so bloody angry? How had this even happened?


“ Fuck you GRANGER! Just because I have certain ideas that you don’t agree with doesn’t mean I bloody worship at the feet of that mad man.” He pulled his sleeve up baring the bottom of his forearm and shoved it into Hermione’s face. “ Does that have a mark on it? Hmmm? Do I look like someone puppet to you Granger?”


Hermione looked at the pale untouched skin trying to focus on what was at hand instead of that she wanted to place kisses on it. It might have been the most beautiful things she’d seen in years. Malfoy wasn’t truly a Death Eater, yet. She tried to let the information sink in, but it went against everything she’d ever believed about Malfoy. She had always was assumed, even if his ideas where implanted by his fathers, Malfoy would become a Death Eater.


She was so taken by the untouched perfection of his arm thst Hermione reached out for it, sliding her hand over it. She slid her hand slowly as if not believing what she saw. She stared into his eyes unable to read his emotions. Her fingers lingered, slightly creasing.


“But what will go there Malfoy? You still have an opportunity to be a good person. You don’t ever have to taint yourself with the dark mark.”


He pulled his arm away, absent mindfully rubbing where shed touched, liked she’d burned him. “ Spare me Granger with your little come to the light bullshit. Just 'cause I don’t fucking give a shit about that mad man doesn’t mean I want to have anything to do with the light side. You are all so blind. There is not just one version of good and evil. Oh and by the way, don’t try to save me Granger cause I don’t need your pity.”


“Fine, you arrogant shit, but it’s not pity. One day soon you’ll have to pick. You cant just be natural, ride this war out unscathed. Not only would that be more pitiful than become a Death Eater, but you precious little bloodline won’t let you. You have to choose.”


“ Don’t tell me things I know full well Granger. Don’t pretend you understand what I am going through or what I have to do. Your path has been set for you from day one.” Then Malfoy turned and left her standing there not knowing how to feel. Was what he was saying true? Was it some kind of trick to feel less threatened around him? Why had he opened up with her?

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Malfoy stalked to the dinning hall trying not to think about how much he had revealed to Granger. He hadn’t told anyone but Zabini. It was dangerous to let information like that go before he made up his mind. He hoped Granger could keep her mouth shut. Shit!


The other half of his mind thought about how her hands and gravitated to his arm. How sweetly she creased him. It had been captivating and scary. He wasn’t use to casual touching, especially such caring, protective contact.

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Hermione took a long shower, but her mind would think of nothing else but Malfoy. Bloody sexy, dangerous, and alluring Malfoy. She finally broke down and admitted her utter attraction to the boy she’d always hated. Finally, she just sunk into her attraction. She pushed the questions away and just thought about Malfoy. She fantasized what it would be like to have Malfoy kiss her, touch her, and even take her. She laid on the shower floor, with the warm water pouring all over her body, and pleasured herself to the thought of Malfoy taking her like she seen him do with Pansy. This time she didn’t throw up but instead let the after glow ride her to peace. She thought fantasizing was okay. But she knew she really wanted more.

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The next two days of Christmas vacation went by rather uneventful. She spent all the time by herself because no one she knew was staying. She finished all of her holiday homework the first day so she read and took walks around the castle exploring. It wasn’t until the third day that anything exciting happened.


She woke up around nine-thirty like she had the other two days. She had allowed her self to sleep in trying hard to truly enjoy the brake. She took a shower and put on a sleek black skirt and green v-neck sweater. It seemed right considering it was Christmas Eve eve. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and left her make up untouched. It was vacation, why bother?


She headed down to the common room figuring she take advantage of the Head girl’s personal house elf once and get breakfast in her room. She once again found no Malfoy. He seemed to spend most of his days with Zabini because he had stayed as well. As she headed to call the house elf when she noticed a note on her desk. This was where Malfoy and her had taken to leaving each other notes about Head Girl and Boy duties. It was strange as they were on vacation.


She picked it up and read...


Granger,

We can be friends and let the rest figure its self out.

- Draco Malfoy

P.S. Lets have dinner together in our common room, lets say at 7pm. Also, this doesn’t mean I like you.


She smiled. This was all to weird. She picked up a pen and wrote a note under his.


Malfoy,


I’ll see you there. I would rather like Chicken Parm. Oh and friends actually like each other, but I’ll let it slide this one.

- Hermione Granger


She kept rereading the note over and over again, but finally she decided it was just fine. She looked outside and the sun was shinning bright so she decided to take a book and read by the lake. She needed the relaxation if she was going to spent time alone with Malfoy; especially time that was planned for just the two of them. The idea was just too odd to register as real.


She scanned the bookshelf for some time trying to find the perfect book but nothing seem to suit her wants. She headed upstairs to look into her personal collection. As she started to pull the large trunk full of her books that wouldn't fit on the shelves she pulled a lone book with it. She stared down at it and realized that was Gallants Ride to Helen: A Romantic Fair. She smiled down at the, remembering how she couldn’t get through a word of it without thinking about Malfoy, but now that fantasying was okay she could read it. She picked the book up and headed to the down stairs.


Forty-five minutes later Hermione had a picnic basket packed with breakfast, lunch, and a blanket and headed for the lake. She put about ten layers on and her favorite winter boots, which made their way to her knees. She found a perfect spot and didn’t move for hours. She read every word of the book from front to cover. It was the most sexual thing Hermione had ever laid her eyes on. Normally, Hermione didn’t like romance novels because she couldn’t relate, but today it was like reading something from her life.

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Helen was a servant in the household of a very wealth nobleman of Germany. She was extremely beautiful though and was well taken care of because of her beauty. She became so well know for her beauty that people from around the kingdom and other countries would come just see her.


From a young age Helen fell in love with the king’s son Gallant. Gallant who cared for Helen had convinced his father to release the girl and give her a noble title. When Helen became a noble woman she perused the idea of marrying Gallant, but it was not to be so. She was forced to marry someone of lower noble blood. An older man who had been granted his title through money and not through blood and therefore fit for Helen. Though he seemed sweet and wanted to provide the best for Helen, Helen could not love him back. Hermione kept rereading a particular portion of the book over again. She had fallen in love with it.


“Sir Gallant.” Helen bowed deep to the future king. It was night at the castle and the light threw dark shadows over her face.


“Lady Helen I have pleaded with thee so countless epoch to not bow in front of thy to any further extent. You are a lady of note now.” Gallant watched Helen pull herself up, but her eyes never left his face. She was wearing long beautiful light pink robes. The shoulders were hanging slightly and her hair was down around her face. He had never seen her look so casual. He was struck by how much more beautiful she was now than dressed. “My dear lady what keeps you wakeful at this hour. Be there anything amiss? Dis not polite for a woman to roam the halls in her night attire. Lady Helen you know that thee king’s knight be back from the campaign dwelling within the castle walls. It would be most
inappropriate for them to see a lady’s hair down, leads men to passion that does.”


“Does it lead you to passion Sir Gallant?” Helen brushed some hair from he neck in a slow graceful movement.

“ Lady Helen, I do not feel this polite tête-à-tête for a lady of note to enclose with a gentleman. Would you agree not?”


“ Then being a lady of note is for not sir. I seem no more capable of grasping you attention than before. Less so, in point of fact. When I was worth nothing I could be Helen for you now I am nothing more than Lady Helen or Lady Smith. The societal boundaries amid us have grown instead of diminished. Now I ask again Sir Gallant does it lead you to passion?”


“ Thy answer to thee question holds no consequence. Do you wish to be not in this court my Lady? Why can you not see your place and be happy within it. You are supplementary fortunate than most, no?”


“Nay, for I have hopelessly fallen in love with a gentleman whom spurns my advances at ever revolve. Gallant, my dear friend, this is why I lay wakeful. In a fortnight I will wed a man of noble writ, money, and power and yet I can find no small comfort when I must subsist to a loveless life.”


“ Dis is your cross as a gentlewomen. It must be so Helen that you wed. Marriage is not for not, but not for love. Love is for silly farm girls who hold no responsibilities.”


“ I hold no such fictions of wedding for adoration,” Helen responded crossly, “but the knowledge that my love is not in vain would suffice me a life time of bearing thy cross. Will you not tell me it so Sir Gallant that you once loved a silly farmer girl?”



“ Lady I will hear no more of this. Your nobility is from noble write, but you right in it comes not of blood.”


“ That is why you can not marry thy, but if marriage is justly held for continuation of blood lines what is love for? Cannot love transcend thy’s barriers? Thy heart? And feel for whom ever. Is not love bound by no blood, power, money, nor noble writ? Cannot you admit thy love for me now when the chance will so soon be gone? Pronounce your love till the walls vibrate with them so they may hold thee memory when long we pass to the land of our mothers and fathers. So some small part of our love my live in this world forever.


Suddenly Gallant’s hands were on her face. He started into her eyes and than his lips were pressed against hers. He pushed hard and passionate. Helen kissed him back as passionately until both were fighting for dominance. Gallant moved his hands to grasp her hair in a tight fist.

“Helen your words pretty your truths cruel. I will pronounce thy love, but only after I take thee. Dame all thee
consequences.”


Then Gallants lips were on hers again. As their kiss grew Gallant grasped her breast into his large hands. She pulled free from the kiss gasping. He placed light kisses along her throat until she panted, “I beg thee.”


Suddenly Gallants hands lifted up Helen’s skirt. He wasted no time as their passion rose. He pulled Helen’s underwear from her body and she gasped with the passionate violence of it. His smooth unworked hands roughly slid between the lips of her most sensitive spot. He groaned when he found her wet. “ I find thy lady’s need great. Than I must take you now.” She groaned her agreement. Before she was even finished she felt him shove one large finger in her opening. She bit her lip trying not to howl with pleasure.


“ So pure you are my Helen.” And than Gallant roughly shoved a second finger into her core. This time it hurt a bit, but Helen was so over taken by her passion that she pressed down into his strong fingers. He moved them fast and deep trying to open her more for his member. Just as it started to feel overwhelmingly pleasurable he put a third finger in. He body burst with pain and pleasure. It hurt, but she’d never felt so complete, so full.


She moaned with the pain, but Gallant just kept pumping his fingers deep. He was kissing her neck and she started to move her hips to meet his fingers taking her deeper. Than suddenly he withdrew and she groaned her dispoinment. Gallant was undoing his pants and Helen could see, in the shadows, that Gallant was releasing his throbbing member. He pulled her dress back up around her hips and pressed his member against her stomach. Grinding into her to show his pleasure.

He leaned into her ear. “Never has a women battled me so. Never has a women had me so undone as you my dearest Helen Smith.” Then he pulled her up so her hips sat upon his. She could feel his throbbing member pressed against her. She grinded against him and he gasped. She could feel his strength as held her with no effort. He removed one hand from her hip and grabbed his member. Than with out warning she felt him slowly push the head of his member into her opening. He moved slowly until he had sheathed himself completely inside her. She felt hot tear come from the corners of her eyes, but Helen was no stranger to pain. The pain was nothing compared to the feeling of being so close to the gentleman she loved. She’d never felt so full so she pushed aside the pain.


Gallant lovingly kissed the tears from her eyes as he gripped both her hips and begain moving in and out of her. At first he was slow and gentle. As the pain started to subside Helen moved her hips telling him with her body she needed him deeper and faster. Gallant didn’t deny her pleasure. He tightened his hold of her body, her legs wrapped around him, her back flat against the wall. Gallant pumped faster and deeper inside of her. She moaned her pleasure into his ear,


“On no account has a man had me as you my love and never will a man have me in the vein of this again. Dis you Sir Gallant that has I so undone.” At her words he fastened his pace until Helen’s body was pounding between the wall and Gallants body. The feel of his strong hands moving her on and off his large member was driving her into madness. They both were panting with pleasure, forgetting their digression.


Time seemed at once to be hyperextend and like a whirlwind. She started to fell unfamiliar warmth inside and her pants grew stronger against her will. She could hear Gallant pants grow stronger and more irregular as well. Than suddenly warmth exploded inside her and was screaming into Gallant’s shoulder. Gallant kept riding inside her as her core pulsated and then she felt a warm rush deep inside her as Gallant released his seed.


They both stood there for what felt like hours panting. Helen was still wrapped around Gallant with him still full sheathed. When he came to himself again he pressed kisses all over her neck. He pressed a light one to her ear and than he pressed his lips to wall close to ear so she could hear.


“Dear Lady Helen, Helen Smith, once servant of, now Lady Helen Smith of, Hanover and always the most beautiful women in all of thee land I love thee. I have loved thee since the first moment I laid eyes on thee when you were nothing more than a common kitchen maid. I have loved thee for thee’s sprit, beauty, and unwavering alliance to whom thy are and those thy loves. Hear great walls of Castle Grasting of Hanover, hear me all I love Helen Smith. Mine love cares not of blood. Let these walls hold my love when I cannot. Immortalize this love when thee world cannot. This not a love that books shall writ, that our family shall talk of, or portraits will paint but it is deeper than any love another has ever know.”


Helen cried soft tear into Gallant shoulder as he words both lightened and saddened her soul. Gently Gallant released her. He pulled her dress down and fixed her hair with such tender sweetness. He pushed her tears away with his hand. “ Don’t cry mine love. Thee walls will sing of our love forever, when we can longer sing it in our souls. Our love will last forever within these walls and in my heart. Now go before anyone comes.” He kissed her hard one last time and then pushed her to leave.

Helen and Gallant saw each other ever morning and night. They made love at ever opportunity those two weeks and then Helen married. She was forced to leave and live with her husband hundreds of miles way from her home and her love. Gallant and her wrote letters for many years, but they never saw each other again. Yet neither loved another more than they had loved each other.



It was quite sad Hermione thought. Helen had turned out to be witch. She had never known of her power let alone been trained. There were always odd things happening around Helen as her magic went unchecked. However, during her life in Hanover, because she was so content and well cared for, it never became angry or violent. It went unnoticed. When she moved it became violent and reckless as Helen became more depressed. She missed Gallant and her home life became brutal. It finally came to her husband’s attention that she couldn’t bear children. When he realized he couldn’t remarry and he was getting old and wouldn’t have a bloodline he become violent and started to beat Helen. She never told Gallant.


One night when the beating was especially brutal and Sir Robert tried to rape her Helen's magic fought back for her. It pushed Sir Roberts off of her and held him there for some time as Helen ran from him. Sir Robert declared her a witch and knew that if she were convicted he could make the married null. He tired her and she was convicted. The punishment was death, burned at the stake.


Gallant heard of the news and realizing his love would die without ever seeing her again he ran to rescue her. He came to late. He tore through the crowds calling her name as the flames licked at he feet and she shirked in pain.


“ Helen. My love Helen nooooooo. Someone stop this at once, this be a Lady of noble writ she is no witch!” But no one would stop even as he screamed pushing his way to where she burned. He could smell her burning flesh, as he grew closer. He could see the pain, but when she saw him she smiled down and him. “Don’t fret you haven’t lost me. The walls, OUR WALLS forever hold our love. Immortalized.” She died.


Gallant returned home a destroyed man. After months of grieving he put a portrait of Helen on the wall where they had first made love and vowed to never let the walls vanish. He became a vicious and an unrivaled ruler. He killed Sir Roberts and every man that stood in his way to the thrown. He won ever war in the name of Helen and in the name of the walls that forever held their love.

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Hermione kept reading the same portions over and over again. She couldn’t explain it but there was something about the story that made her connect with it. Hermione was so engrossed that she didn’t even know what the time was until the sun started to go down and she could no longer read the pages of her book. Suddenly she realized it must be some time around five and panicked.


She knew it was silly, but she needed to have time to get ready. She had to look hot for this dinner and she didn’t even know what she was going to ware. Rushing back to the castle, hoping Malfoy wouldn’t be back yet, she tried not to think about why she needed to look sexy for Malfoy . On her rush back to her dorm she bumped in Kamilla standing at the portrait.


“Oh sorry Kamilla I didn’t even see you there. Everything okay? I didn’t know you were staying for the holidays.”


“ Of course, my parents are to busy vith…stuff in Russia so I vill be going later to see them. I just vanted to see if Draco vas home, as I vanted to give back his books. He had been helping me vith poison. Hard no?”


“Umm yes. Well I don’t know when he’ll be back but you can come in and leave them if you like.” Hermione suddenly felt guilty rushing back to have a dinner with Malfoy when his lover was standing right in front of her. Maybe she shouldn’t have this dinner. But wait, she thought, it was just a friendly dinner and it might ruin what little civility they had between them. It wasn’t a date so I wouldn’t matter, right?


Her and Kamilla walked into the dorm in silence. Just as Kamilla was about to leave Hermione stopped her; she just had to know.


“So Kamilla just out of curiosity are you and Malfoy dating?”


Kamilla started to laugh a soft sultry laugh. “Oh no. Umm Draco is how do you say a free dragon. I don’t get into serious relationships vith boys who cannot be faithful. It is just hov Draco is.”


“Oh well, but do you love him? Doesn’t it bother you?”


“Oh you sound like an American. Yes, I love Draco in vay, but I am not in love vith him. I take Draco for his strong suits, but love is not vne of them. Me and Draco have fun. He is a good lover. He knov vhat a vomen body vants, but if you asking if I am, say jealous of his other vomen than no. You can’t be jealous vith Draco it doesn’t vork.”


“ Oh, okay, I guess I understand.”


“ Say Hermione,” She pronounced every letter trying to make it come out clear, “Why do you call Draco, Malfoy all zee time? In my country that shows a lack of respect and friendship, no?”


It was Hermione’s time to laugh. “ I don’t know if you've noticed but me a Malf umm Draco don’t have a mutual respect or friendship, really.”


“Oh no? Well I guess not in zee past, but he does talk about you every so often.” This struck Hermione. Why would Draco, ewww no Malfoy, be talking about her to his lover. Probably nothing nice. Then something else hit Hermione. If Kamilla wasn’t in love with Malfoy it would be okay to go on this friend dinner and better yet,


“ Listen Kamilla, I know this sounds strange but could you help me with something if you’re not busy?”


“Sure. Not busy at all, this castle can be dullfully boring. Vat is it?


“I sort of have this friend dinner with this guy in about an hour and half and I don’t know what to ware.”


“Oh I zee and you want me to help. I vould be happy.”


“Oh well it’s just a friendly dinner, but see I still want to look nice. I don’t know, maybe to show that I am not some book worm, but I don’t want to give that I want to have intercourse look either.”


Kamilla laughed, “Intercourse look, no ve vouldn’t want zat.” Hermione blushed at the girls obviously laughing at her prudness. “Okay vell lets look at zee what you have.”


The next thirty minutes was spent looking through Hermione’s wardrobe and finding out that Kamilla liked nothing. It was actually starting to annoy Hermione to hear “ oh no vay”, and “just not quite right.” Hermione’s impatience must have been showing by the end, when they only things they had decided on were a nice pair of black matching underwear, that Hermione kept insisting didn’t matter, as the guy wouldn’t be seeing them! Kamilla’s response was, 'But it vill make you feel good!'


“Listen, Hermione it’s not that you don’t have nice clothes it just nothing screams I am sexy but at some time says you can’t have me I am still nice girl.”


“ I know, what I am going to do? Maybe I should just go casual. It doesn’t really matter anyway.”


“Yes it does, because it matters to you, no?” Hermione wasn’t given time to respond though, she was learning quickly “no?” in Kamilla’s book didn’t mean answer a question. “ We are about the same size. I vill be right back, don’t fret.”


Twenty minutes later, just as Hermione was sure the Slytherian girl had left and was now laughing at her, Kamilla burst back into the door. Hermione was to shocked to even asked how she got back in.


“Here. Dis is perfect!” Kamilla was all smiles as she held up an extremely beautiful, but very short little black dress.


“I can’t ware that. I mean it’s so beautiful but I will be giving that sex vibe thing.”


“ Oh no no. Look I brought these black tight. You will ware the dress with the tights,” Kamilla reached into her bag and pulled out long real leather knee high boots. Hermione guessed they were only about three inch heels. “Than you ware this. Than you will only show a little bit of clevage but no leg. It will say I am classy and sexy, but not sluty.”


“Oh I don’t know, I couldn’t possible ware your clothes. They’re so nice and probably expensive.”


Kamilla laughed. “ I trust you and I have plenty vhere they come from. You must always have a little black dress, no?” Hermione guessed it was a universal truth she’d been missing out on. “Just try it all on and than make a decision. Plus, friends do this for each other. You are first girl vho ever really been nice to me Hermione. Must girls don’t like me very much.”


It took Hermione back that Kamilla thought they were friends. But it also made her feel good. Kamilla was a nice person. “There just intimidated and jealous because you are so beautiful.” Hermione heard herself say.


“Oh that is nice of you to say, but every girl is beautiful in there own right. I think they all think I’m a big bitch. No matter, try it on.”


Hermione stood there from some time and suddenly Kamilla turned around and closed her eyes. She realized that Kamilla had expected her just to strip. She rarely even did that in front of Ginny. God she was prude. Hermione quickly put on the tights and dress.


“All done, you can look.”


Kamilla gasped. “Oh this is so perfect!” She forced Hermione to look in the mirror. Hermione was shocked to find she actually looked good in Kamilla’s clothing. The dress hugged in all the rights places. Pushing up just enough clevage to be alluring. The dress was tight all the way down hugging onto Hermione’s flat stomach and perky ass. Kamilla forced her to put the boots on next. As soon as she stood in the boots, now coming almost face to face with Kamilla, she felt powerful and sexy.


“ Perfection. Dis boy will go crazy!”


“ It’s just a friendly dinner!”


“Yes, yes, so you say. Let me do your make-up. Please! I love to do make-up”


“Sure.” Hermione was so pleased that she had the most beautiful girl in all of Hogwarts doing her make-up, how could she argue?




Fifteen minutes later Hermione looked at herself and could nothing but smile. She looked amazing and she wasn’t going to be afraid to think so. Kamilla seemed just as happy for her, and each moment made her think more of this girl that she had always assumed was aloof and bitchy. She quickly checked her watch to find it was six=fourty!


“Oh gezz he’ll be here in twenty minutes. I am so nervous. I am being stupid.”


“You Vill be fine. I vill go now so dis boy won’t see me, no?”


“Oh thank you so much. I mean you really didn’t have to do all this.”


“No, but I like to. Nice for people to zee the real you.”


“Yes, well this is sort of the reason I am having this dinner actually.”


“Yes I figured. Draco could be a good man.” Hermione looked up in shock. She suddenly felt like shit.


“You knew. Why didn’t you say anything? I feel like I should say sorry but really it’s just a friendly dinner.”


“ Don’t be sorry. I am not in love with Draco and I don’t want to be. My feelings are not hurt. But Hermione you should be more truthful to yourself. There are no such things as friendly dinners between a beautiful girl and Draco.” Hermione watched Kamilla smile and leave, not knowing what to say to that.


She paced the room for the remaining fifteen minutes wondering if Draco was already down there. As soon as the clock hit seven she was basically running down the stairs. What she found was not what she had been expecting.