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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
24,360
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64
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chapter 6
Stunned Draco could not move. What had caused those words to come from her.
“I love you too, Draco?” he repeated. “Wait, that would imply that I said it first.” He looked at her again. “What kind of dream are you having?”
He knew that dreams had a funny way of eliciting feelings that while conscious a person did not usually have. Never the less he was shocked.
Staring at her sleeping form he noticed her face creased in anticipation, the way her fists clenched the pillows. He heard her mumble incoherently, watched as she began to thrash. Moving to wake her, he tried to hold her down and shake her bit.
“Hermione, wake up! WAKE UP!!!!”
It seemed as though these actions were being transferred into her dream as she quickly began to fight back all the while screaming. Then she said something that threw him off guard.
“LET GO OF ME RON!!! STOP IT YOUR KILLING HIM!!!!! DRACOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!”
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They had been surrounded in the cemetery. Their attackers rushing at them from all sides. All were hooded. Tactical strategy confuse the enemy. She had to laugh at their efforts. As stupid as some of her companions might be, a child would know which side was which. But now was not the time for insights. It was time for war.
Side by side her and her lover advanced, taking out those in front of them with ease. All of a sudden her partner had been thrown to the ground and was physically fighting off his attacker. She had raised her wand to come to his aid when she was in turn attacked. Her wand tore from her hand and cast aside. She was at the mercy of her enemy. Looking up a familiar face met hers. Confusion and hatred entered her brain. She knew him as a friend, but also as a source of pain, and enemy. She began to beat him with her fists.
“LET GO OF ME RON!!!
The next thing she knew he was being pulled off of her. She struggled to get up and watched as her lover and her once best friend begin to fight. Exchanging blows neither seemed to be the better, and it was shear luck that Ron had managed to get the other into a chokehold. Hermione was franticly looking for her wand determined to rescue the man she loved and kill anyone who would harm him. As her fingers closed about the familiar shaft she watched as the struggles began to falter.
“STOP IT YOUR KILLING HIM!!!!!!”
He looked at her, tears in his eyes reaching out his hand.
“Hermione” he choked. “I love you……” gasping he took his last breath and died.
“DRACOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!”
Slumping to her knees she cried out. Eye downcast, sadness gave way to anger, and the air around her began to crackle.
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Draco watched as her body suddenly stiffened. The room silent after her outburst. He let go of her suddenly aware of the tension she emanated filled the room. Her eyes flashed open, he stepped back when he notice her irises replaced by white. He could feel the malice, see the anger in her features. It put him on edge.
Her body began to levitate as sparks flew from her fingertips. The crackle of electricity was the only thing heard. She was eye level now. His eyes gleaned over her body as it began to glow a fierce red.
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Hermione didn’t know what was happening. It was like watching a muggle picture show. She could see her body. Watch as it was taken over anger brimming. She watched as her body slowly began to rise. The hood hid her features but she knew that there was no expression needed as the enemy backed slowly away. Eyes never leaving. She watched as her body began to shimmer starting at her core, the power began to collect. Swirls of red slowly engulfed her body, and she knew that she would exact her revenge.
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Almost as quickly as the scene before him had taken place it ended. She fell to the bed, took a gasping breath, and sat straight up.
Draco rushed to her side.
“Are you alright? What the hell happened to you?”
She turned to him. Relief entered her mind. He was alive she saved him, she didn’t know how but he was alive. Without thinking she reached out, pulled him closer and hugged him.
“Your alive.”
He knotted his brow in confusion. ‘She must think she’s still dreaming.’ He thought. Wondering what had brought on her reaction to seeing him. Standing there for a moment he felt awkward.
“What are you doing? Of course I’m alive.”
Her eyes had been closed, she slowly opened them taking in her surroundings realization set in. Quickly releasing him she sat back on the bed.
“Sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
Thinking back she couldn’t remember. All she knew is that when she saw him she had felt relived and happy. Something had happened to him that had hurt her. Quizzically she wondered what could have happened to him that would make her feel that way. She didn’t like him like that. She was confused just as much as he was, and there was no answer for her to give him.
“I don’t remember. Why, did I do something in my sleep?”
Eyeing her, he took in her features. She was clearly distraught. He decided that it might be best to keep what he’d seen her do a secret from her. In no way was he going to ask why she had said that she loved him, and he wasn’t sure if it was best to tell her that she had been lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Well, you were tossing around like a fish, and then you sat up and hugged me. Which was quite disturbing. “ With that he turned to leave. It was getting late and he would not have her keeping him from getting his rest any longer this night.
She reddened. Disturbing? She expected that reaction from him, never the less it hurt. Secretly she scolded herself. She was being weak again. Feeling sorry for herself. He was right earlier when he had said that nothing would change. That it was up to her to keep on living even if it was by herself.
“Malfoy?”
He turned.
“What?”
She took a deep breath.
“Why do you still talk to me when others shun me?”
Her question took him off guard.
“My actions are not governed by others perceptions. I live my own life, to hell what others might think. I am surrounded by people who only talk to me out of fear, and that is really how I prefer it. I don’t have to meet anyone’s expectations except my own. There for I neither gain nor lose in talking to you.”
“Oh.”
“I suggest you do something for yourself. Stop living for others. Be selfish cause in the end that is all you will really have.”
Ending the conversation he left. Leaving her there to stare at the closed door. She sat there thinking about what she might do. She needed to be in a place where she could think, a place where her mind would be at ease and she could figure out what she needed to do. With a deep breath she turned lay herself back down and covered herself. As her eyes drifted shut she sighed heavily.
“Tomorrow I’m going to Paris.”
“I love you too, Draco?” he repeated. “Wait, that would imply that I said it first.” He looked at her again. “What kind of dream are you having?”
He knew that dreams had a funny way of eliciting feelings that while conscious a person did not usually have. Never the less he was shocked.
Staring at her sleeping form he noticed her face creased in anticipation, the way her fists clenched the pillows. He heard her mumble incoherently, watched as she began to thrash. Moving to wake her, he tried to hold her down and shake her bit.
“Hermione, wake up! WAKE UP!!!!”
It seemed as though these actions were being transferred into her dream as she quickly began to fight back all the while screaming. Then she said something that threw him off guard.
“LET GO OF ME RON!!! STOP IT YOUR KILLING HIM!!!!! DRACOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They had been surrounded in the cemetery. Their attackers rushing at them from all sides. All were hooded. Tactical strategy confuse the enemy. She had to laugh at their efforts. As stupid as some of her companions might be, a child would know which side was which. But now was not the time for insights. It was time for war.
Side by side her and her lover advanced, taking out those in front of them with ease. All of a sudden her partner had been thrown to the ground and was physically fighting off his attacker. She had raised her wand to come to his aid when she was in turn attacked. Her wand tore from her hand and cast aside. She was at the mercy of her enemy. Looking up a familiar face met hers. Confusion and hatred entered her brain. She knew him as a friend, but also as a source of pain, and enemy. She began to beat him with her fists.
“LET GO OF ME RON!!!
The next thing she knew he was being pulled off of her. She struggled to get up and watched as her lover and her once best friend begin to fight. Exchanging blows neither seemed to be the better, and it was shear luck that Ron had managed to get the other into a chokehold. Hermione was franticly looking for her wand determined to rescue the man she loved and kill anyone who would harm him. As her fingers closed about the familiar shaft she watched as the struggles began to falter.
“STOP IT YOUR KILLING HIM!!!!!!”
He looked at her, tears in his eyes reaching out his hand.
“Hermione” he choked. “I love you……” gasping he took his last breath and died.
“DRACOOOOO! NOOOOOOOO!”
Slumping to her knees she cried out. Eye downcast, sadness gave way to anger, and the air around her began to crackle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Draco watched as her body suddenly stiffened. The room silent after her outburst. He let go of her suddenly aware of the tension she emanated filled the room. Her eyes flashed open, he stepped back when he notice her irises replaced by white. He could feel the malice, see the anger in her features. It put him on edge.
Her body began to levitate as sparks flew from her fingertips. The crackle of electricity was the only thing heard. She was eye level now. His eyes gleaned over her body as it began to glow a fierce red.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione didn’t know what was happening. It was like watching a muggle picture show. She could see her body. Watch as it was taken over anger brimming. She watched as her body slowly began to rise. The hood hid her features but she knew that there was no expression needed as the enemy backed slowly away. Eyes never leaving. She watched as her body began to shimmer starting at her core, the power began to collect. Swirls of red slowly engulfed her body, and she knew that she would exact her revenge.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Almost as quickly as the scene before him had taken place it ended. She fell to the bed, took a gasping breath, and sat straight up.
Draco rushed to her side.
“Are you alright? What the hell happened to you?”
She turned to him. Relief entered her mind. He was alive she saved him, she didn’t know how but he was alive. Without thinking she reached out, pulled him closer and hugged him.
“Your alive.”
He knotted his brow in confusion. ‘She must think she’s still dreaming.’ He thought. Wondering what had brought on her reaction to seeing him. Standing there for a moment he felt awkward.
“What are you doing? Of course I’m alive.”
Her eyes had been closed, she slowly opened them taking in her surroundings realization set in. Quickly releasing him she sat back on the bed.
“Sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
Thinking back she couldn’t remember. All she knew is that when she saw him she had felt relived and happy. Something had happened to him that had hurt her. Quizzically she wondered what could have happened to him that would make her feel that way. She didn’t like him like that. She was confused just as much as he was, and there was no answer for her to give him.
“I don’t remember. Why, did I do something in my sleep?”
Eyeing her, he took in her features. She was clearly distraught. He decided that it might be best to keep what he’d seen her do a secret from her. In no way was he going to ask why she had said that she loved him, and he wasn’t sure if it was best to tell her that she had been lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Well, you were tossing around like a fish, and then you sat up and hugged me. Which was quite disturbing. “ With that he turned to leave. It was getting late and he would not have her keeping him from getting his rest any longer this night.
She reddened. Disturbing? She expected that reaction from him, never the less it hurt. Secretly she scolded herself. She was being weak again. Feeling sorry for herself. He was right earlier when he had said that nothing would change. That it was up to her to keep on living even if it was by herself.
“Malfoy?”
He turned.
“What?”
She took a deep breath.
“Why do you still talk to me when others shun me?”
Her question took him off guard.
“My actions are not governed by others perceptions. I live my own life, to hell what others might think. I am surrounded by people who only talk to me out of fear, and that is really how I prefer it. I don’t have to meet anyone’s expectations except my own. There for I neither gain nor lose in talking to you.”
“Oh.”
“I suggest you do something for yourself. Stop living for others. Be selfish cause in the end that is all you will really have.”
Ending the conversation he left. Leaving her there to stare at the closed door. She sat there thinking about what she might do. She needed to be in a place where she could think, a place where her mind would be at ease and she could figure out what she needed to do. With a deep breath she turned lay herself back down and covered herself. As her eyes drifted shut she sighed heavily.
“Tomorrow I’m going to Paris.”