Re-educating Malfoy
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15,989
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7
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Chpt.5 Dragons Nothing's Gonna Harm You
AN:I've beeen away for along time life got in the way planning my wedding and discussing how soon do we want babies.
She was some where in Japan that was all she could gather she had wanted to be as far away from Draco as she could. She couldn't grasp why had Draco affected her this much she could never be in the middle. It always had to be on one extreme end or the other and after the most passionate experience she had ever since reading her first book she thought he was capable of being decent.
"He still is my dear little one." A strange voice rang out to her in her head a strange uninvited voice.
"Come my little one. Come up the mountain I mean you no harm."
"Yeah right that's what the bad guys say before they torture you and kill you." She said aloud to herself as her feet carried her up the mountain against her will. "Alright feet I guess you know what you're doing but it wouldn't be the first time my body has betrayed me."
She felt a strong tug and suddenly she was on the very top of Mount Tomuraushi surrounded by terrainal beauty. There were dragon's blood trees, Sedum spurium, Sesbania Formosa, Horminium pyrenaicum,Dracunculus vulgaris. Running the names through her head she concluded that they were all potion ingredients and had something to do with....
"Dragons my dear just like your birthmark."
She shook her head wildly unspoken thoughts floating around in her mind it wasn't computing to her.
She was Hermione Jean Granger she never dwelled on the illogical things like that. She was highly intelligent but just as stupid when it came boys and relationships.
"The name of your true love is also of the kind."
"I don't love Draco." Her hands came up to her face as she let out a choking sob. Hermione J. Granger needed to face the truth she was in love with Draco Malfoy.
"You were made to love each other. It is your destiny to love him and do great things for your kind. It was forseen Hermione Jean Granger wife of Draco Henry Malfoy mother of the future."
"Who are to say that I love him? How can you say what is my destiny? I am no mother of the future. Who foresaw?" She was crying in anger her fists balled at her side shouting at the dark cloudy sky. Snow fell on her making her anger dampen a little and shiver in cold.
"I am the one who foresaw! I was the one who told Albus Dumbledore about you! I created you and him for you!" The voice was angry with her the snow quickly turned into a booming thunderstorm and lighting hit the ground dancing around Hermione in a circle not touching her. Heavy fog rolled in forming a wall between her and the beauty of the garden before her. A woman with waist long black hair and pale white skin stopped in front of her with the very same cold gray eyes of her beloved.
"You know who I am young one." Her voice was ancient and old like the tune of a grandfather clock but a melodious as a nightingale. Yes she had seen her before in a book in the restricted section the she was the beginning of the of the Black family tree the woman that Draco came from was a descendant of her.
"Angelica Drago..." She held her breath a little not really believing anything she was seeing her mind was playing tricks or someone cast a spell on her. "No one has done anything of the sort Hermione." It was a clear and very strong statement. She loved Angelica's voice it reminded her of Draco's. There "it" goes again thinking of him. Angelica let her ramble on in her head the young woman seemed to do alot of that often.
"You needed a physical manifestation to force you into realizing you love for him. Everything here with the exception of me represents him in one way or another was created by your beautiful mind. But the question is can you show him the man he could be and should have been as you see him through your eyes?"
"So what do I do?"
"You go to him Hermione. You go to him and find the little boy that was lost so many years ago."
"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around.
Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays,
I'll send 'em howling,
I don't care, I got ways.
No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there.
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...
Not to worry, not to worry,
I may not be smart but I ain't dumb.
I can do it, put me to it,
Show me something I can overcome.
Not to worry, ma'am...
Being close and being clever
Ain't like being true
I don't need to,
I would never hide a thing from you,
Like some...."
She stood at the foot of her bed watching Malfoy sing the song over and over again. How the hell did he know it she wasn't sure but she had never seen him so broken. His face was red and blotchy screwed up pushed down into his knees. His naked body trembled while he rocked himself back and forth crying steadily if his silky tenor hadn't been so shaky and hoarse he could have sang Ava Maria.
She walked around the side behind his back and stroked his back gently he stiffened when she pulled his head towards her lap. He waited for her to strike him holding his breath but the hit never came instead she stroked his temples and hair.
"Draco..."
"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around."
He ignored her he was safe here inside his head if he just ignored her. She was frustrated but she refused to let it show on her face. He was lost somehow in there.
"No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there."
She ached to comfort him yet he was hurting her so he was supposed to be this cruel evil Deatheater bully who teased her through out Hogwarts for years. But even Deatheaters have feelings at least this one did. He screamed he could see his father's meancing face he wanted to be free of that face. He transfigured a book into an ornate knife to kill himself with.
"Draco stop it! Stop it now!" He pretended he didn't hear her letting out his anger and sorrow in the form of a scream again.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't keep bloody screaming."
"Because you're breaking my heart."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay Draco."
"Men shouldn't cry and Malfoy men shouldn't do it at all."
"The strongest man is weak in the eyes of others."
"What do we do now?"
"With you permission I would like to view your memories."
"What good will that do?"
"It'll help us and me understand you better and how to approach your re-education."
"Ok. How do we do it?"
*I'm a big fan of Yardley's Lavender soap!
Sorry I couldn't resist the Torchwood lines I broke out the dvd and watched Eixt Wounds again. I will never buy COE though I miss Ianto not saying Russell didn't have to kill him but he could have waited a season or few. Too soon after Tosh and Owen way too soon.
Reviews are better than a dirty Tom asking if he can use your shower
She was some where in Japan that was all she could gather she had wanted to be as far away from Draco as she could. She couldn't grasp why had Draco affected her this much she could never be in the middle. It always had to be on one extreme end or the other and after the most passionate experience she had ever since reading her first book she thought he was capable of being decent.
"He still is my dear little one." A strange voice rang out to her in her head a strange uninvited voice.
"Come my little one. Come up the mountain I mean you no harm."
"Yeah right that's what the bad guys say before they torture you and kill you." She said aloud to herself as her feet carried her up the mountain against her will. "Alright feet I guess you know what you're doing but it wouldn't be the first time my body has betrayed me."
She felt a strong tug and suddenly she was on the very top of Mount Tomuraushi surrounded by terrainal beauty. There were dragon's blood trees, Sedum spurium, Sesbania Formosa, Horminium pyrenaicum,Dracunculus vulgaris. Running the names through her head she concluded that they were all potion ingredients and had something to do with....
"Dragons my dear just like your birthmark."
She shook her head wildly unspoken thoughts floating around in her mind it wasn't computing to her.
She was Hermione Jean Granger she never dwelled on the illogical things like that. She was highly intelligent but just as stupid when it came boys and relationships.
"The name of your true love is also of the kind."
"I don't love Draco." Her hands came up to her face as she let out a choking sob. Hermione J. Granger needed to face the truth she was in love with Draco Malfoy.
"You were made to love each other. It is your destiny to love him and do great things for your kind. It was forseen Hermione Jean Granger wife of Draco Henry Malfoy mother of the future."
"Who are to say that I love him? How can you say what is my destiny? I am no mother of the future. Who foresaw?" She was crying in anger her fists balled at her side shouting at the dark cloudy sky. Snow fell on her making her anger dampen a little and shiver in cold.
"I am the one who foresaw! I was the one who told Albus Dumbledore about you! I created you and him for you!" The voice was angry with her the snow quickly turned into a booming thunderstorm and lighting hit the ground dancing around Hermione in a circle not touching her. Heavy fog rolled in forming a wall between her and the beauty of the garden before her. A woman with waist long black hair and pale white skin stopped in front of her with the very same cold gray eyes of her beloved.
"You know who I am young one." Her voice was ancient and old like the tune of a grandfather clock but a melodious as a nightingale. Yes she had seen her before in a book in the restricted section the she was the beginning of the of the Black family tree the woman that Draco came from was a descendant of her.
"Angelica Drago..." She held her breath a little not really believing anything she was seeing her mind was playing tricks or someone cast a spell on her. "No one has done anything of the sort Hermione." It was a clear and very strong statement. She loved Angelica's voice it reminded her of Draco's. There "it" goes again thinking of him. Angelica let her ramble on in her head the young woman seemed to do alot of that often.
"You needed a physical manifestation to force you into realizing you love for him. Everything here with the exception of me represents him in one way or another was created by your beautiful mind. But the question is can you show him the man he could be and should have been as you see him through your eyes?"
"So what do I do?"
"You go to him Hermione. You go to him and find the little boy that was lost so many years ago."
"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around.
Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays,
I'll send 'em howling,
I don't care, I got ways.
No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there.
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...
Not to worry, not to worry,
I may not be smart but I ain't dumb.
I can do it, put me to it,
Show me something I can overcome.
Not to worry, ma'am...
Being close and being clever
Ain't like being true
I don't need to,
I would never hide a thing from you,
Like some...."
She stood at the foot of her bed watching Malfoy sing the song over and over again. How the hell did he know it she wasn't sure but she had never seen him so broken. His face was red and blotchy screwed up pushed down into his knees. His naked body trembled while he rocked himself back and forth crying steadily if his silky tenor hadn't been so shaky and hoarse he could have sang Ava Maria.
She walked around the side behind his back and stroked his back gently he stiffened when she pulled his head towards her lap. He waited for her to strike him holding his breath but the hit never came instead she stroked his temples and hair.
"Draco..."
"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around."
He ignored her he was safe here inside his head if he just ignored her. She was frustrated but she refused to let it show on her face. He was lost somehow in there.
"No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare.
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there."
She ached to comfort him yet he was hurting her so he was supposed to be this cruel evil Deatheater bully who teased her through out Hogwarts for years. But even Deatheaters have feelings at least this one did. He screamed he could see his father's meancing face he wanted to be free of that face. He transfigured a book into an ornate knife to kill himself with.
"Draco stop it! Stop it now!" He pretended he didn't hear her letting out his anger and sorrow in the form of a scream again.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't keep bloody screaming."
"Because you're breaking my heart."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay Draco."
"Men shouldn't cry and Malfoy men shouldn't do it at all."
"The strongest man is weak in the eyes of others."
"What do we do now?"
"With you permission I would like to view your memories."
"What good will that do?"
"It'll help us and me understand you better and how to approach your re-education."
"Ok. How do we do it?"
*I'm a big fan of Yardley's Lavender soap!
Sorry I couldn't resist the Torchwood lines I broke out the dvd and watched Eixt Wounds again. I will never buy COE though I miss Ianto not saying Russell didn't have to kill him but he could have waited a season or few. Too soon after Tosh and Owen way too soon.
Reviews are better than a dirty Tom asking if he can use your shower