The Dragon's Heart
By: TeenLaunch
a/n: This story was just an idea that popped into my head when I was half asleep. The next day I got onto the internet and what do you know? There are other stories like this one out there! So, anyone that thinks that I got this idea from someone else, I did not get it from someone else!
"Hey Mom! I'm home!" Hermione Granger closed the back door behind her.
Hermione Anne Granger was a beautiful, young lady of seventeen. Her appearance had changed drastically over the summer. Her hair was no longer bushy, but long and slightly curly. She was now 5'6" and she had filled out in all the right places.
Hermione would be starting her seventh and final year at Hogwarts the next day. The school year would also be different. She had made Head Girl! When she had gotten the letter she had been overjoyed as her parents also had been.
Hermione was a tad worried about this though. She had been informed that she would share a dorm with the Head Boy, her partner. Why would this worry her you ask? Simple. Her fear was that the Head Boy would be none other than Draco Malfoy.
This boy had always picked on her. For one year she thought that she had had him figured out. Then in her second year she noticed how each time he insulted her, especially with the word 'Mudblood', his eyes would dim just a bit more. Eventually his eyes looked lifeless, hopeless, without a trace of happiness. They were filled with sorrow, anguish, and mourning. Sometimes, in her dreams, his eyes would haunt her.
Hermione set down her keys and her purse slowly as she spotted a note on the counter. She bent over it and read:
Hermione,
I'm sorry that I'm not at home at the moment, but I had an urgent phone call from one of my friends. I found this under your bed and thought you might like it back. Crookshanks was the one who had taken it.
Love,
Mum
P. S. - I'm sorry for begging you to take it off for the first time last year. I just thought that you shouldn't dwell on him forever. Maybe I'm wrong.
Hermione's curious expression deepened, none the less she lifted up the note and saw a beautiful, silver chain with a blue, sapphire, heart- shaped pendant inlaid with small diamonds around it. She turned it over and read: 'The Dragon's Heart'. She smiled and, noticing the time, went to bed, but not before putting the necklace on herself.
A small, bushy haired, buck-toothed girl looked around her classroom in dismay. Everyone was playing, except her. This was the way Kindergarten had gone for her as well. She walked over to the bookcase, picked a book, sat down, and started to read.
After a couple minutes she noticed a boy with slicked back, blond hair and silver eyes was sitting a few feet away from her and he was looking around the classroom sadly. The girl put up her book and then plopped down in front of the boy, all smiles. The boy jumped, but smiled.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger! What's your name?" Hermione extended her hand to the boy, which he took gratefully.
"Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy, Hermione."
"You look sad; do you want to come and color with me?"
"Sure." Draco replied and Hermione drug him to the table.
"Do you really have to go, Draco?" Hermione sobbed as Draco gave her a hug, trying to dry her tears.
"You know that I don't want to go, Hermione." Draco held her at arms length. "My father's making me leave. I don't want to leave you. I'm afraid that I'll never see you again and that would break my heart." Draco was choking back his own tears now. "Here, this is for you."
Draco pulled a small, black box from his pocket, opened it and heard Hermione gasp. Inside was a blue heart on a chain.
"May I?" He said after taking the necklace from it's box.
"Of course." Hermione nodded and she moved her hair out of his way so that he would have no trouble with the necklace. After it was secure she turned it over: 'The Dragon's Heart'.
"My heart belongs to you, keep it safe. I love you, Hermione."
"I have something for you too. I'm afraid it's not special like your gift, but I don't want you to forget me." She tied a small, handmade, and colorful bracelet to his wrist, it said: 'Never Forget Me'.
"Of course it's special, you made it." Draco gave her another hug and she gave him a peck on the cheek, he blushed crimson.
"Draco, come on, we've got to go!" Narcissa, Draco's mother called.
"I've got to go, but I promise that we will meet again." Draco broke the hug and raced to the limo where his mother was waiting.
Hermione bolted upright in her bed and tried to stop her tears, but to no avail. It hadn't been long since her last dream about her childhood, but it had been a while since she had cried over it. After her tears had subsided she racked her brain to see the boy's face, remember his voice, or hear his voice again, but.
"Argh!" Hermione yelled and her mother, who had been passing her daughter's room, poked her head in.
"What's wrong, Pumpkin?" Mrs. Granger saw that she wouldn't get an answer and guessed what the problem was. "The dream again?" She sat down beside her daughter. "You can't remember anything about him?" Hermione shook her head, "And you had this dream when the necklace was lost?" Hermione nodded fervently.
"Have you ever thought about that necklace of yours being magical? You have this dream and it seems like it's trying to tell you something, but, when you wake up.What if that necklace has powers?"
Hermione was stunned, she had never thought about this before. "What are you saying?! That he could be right in front of me?!" Her mother nodded.
"If he's that special to you, keep looking. Do you still love him?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Of course I do! I've never had an interest in anyone else like that, just an interest in being friends! Sure, I went to the Yule Ball with Viktor, but I couldn't accept his offer to be his girlfriend when he asked! I have never loved anyone like I loved that boy! Well, there are some special cases." Hermione had started to lovingly finger the pendant around her neck.
"I understand. Just look closely at anyone you think can be him; even ones who you think can't be him. Goodnight, Sweetie." Mrs. Granger kissed her daughter on the forehead and left Hermione to mull over her words.
Hermione pulled out her personal planner and marked down the night's happenings. Then she went to sleep, devoid of dreams with mystery boys.
Meanwhile.
Draco Malfoy woke with a start and fought back his tears. He screwed up his face in concentration, but couldn't remember her face, her voice, or even her name.
"Oh, this is so annoying!" Draco said to the air as he sat up.
Draco James Malfoy was a decently built, young man of seventeen. His height was now 5'8" and he had become more muscular, he was no longer a skinny little boy.
School for Draco started the next morning. The only problem was that he hated, yet loved going there every year. He was always stuck with the Slytherins. How he had always longed to be in a different house, maybe even his favorite, Gryffindor.
His mother, Narcissa Malfoy, had been a Slytherin, but she had a secret and Draco alone knew it. She was a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor. The reason that she had been put in Slytherin was because she was sly, cunning, and wise.
The reason that he longed to be in Gryffindor was mainly because of the Gryffindor Three, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. There, with them, he wouldn't have to hate, despise, or be cruel. That was the reputation that had been placed on his shoulders when he had gone to Hogwarts.
This year, though, he would share a dorm with the Head Girl, his partner. Yes, he did know who it would probably be, Hermione Granger. He knew that she could see that his sadness and agony would come to the surface when he insulted her and his childhood friend was the cause of it. Still, he wouldn't trade his time with her for anything.
"Draco, what's so annoying and why are you up at two in the morning?" Narcissa closed Draco's door noiselessly and sat down beside her son. She frowned at the look on Draco's face. "Look at me, son, look at me." Draco turned his face to his mother, teas now evident on his face; he was surprised to see her crying too.
"Now, listen to me Draco." Narcissa took her sons face into her hands and looked him in the eyes. "The necklace is doing this. It only screens her from you because she is your true love. When you find her and recognize her, the dreams will stop and you two will be together forever." She saw the doubt in her son's eyes.
"How do you know that she is my true love?"
"The necklace wouldn't have locked when you put it on her. When the necklace was touching both of you it made its decision by glancing in your hearts and minds. The other powers of the necklace are yet to be discovered. For each couple the powers are different, except that one.
"I know that mothers aren't supposed to invade on their children's privacy, but, I read your diary."
"Mother, you didn't!" Draco sat up straight and his eyes flashed dangerously. ` "I'm sorry, Honey. I needed to know if the necklace was doing anything. You see, every time you get this feeling that you can't describe, she's thinking of you and caressing the necklace. You can tell when she is angry, happy, or sad. One of my favorite powers that the necklace possesses is if the two are true lovers then the necklace will not let them fall in love with anyone else." Draco dimly registered this fact; he was busy with his diary.
Right after his mother's statement about the feeling that he couldn't describe he started to feel that way again. This time he would describe it as it happened.
'I feel like I'm floating, I'm lightheaded and I can feel her fingers running lovingly over my heart. I miss her so much and I can tell that she misses me, but I wonder just how much she wants to see me. Does she hate me for leaving? Is she regretting that she ever met me? Will I ever see her again?'
These questions swirling around his head he put down his diary and his quill to find his mother staring fixedly at him. "Just take my advice and look at anyone and everyone. There is something that I haven't told you about that bracelet she gave you. Do you remember when your father confiscated it? Well, he lit it on fire, threw it in the fireplace, and left it to burn, but it didn't. Your father thinks that he got rid of your only connection with that girl, but then he's not usually right is he? When I found the bracelet it was like brand new. Do you know what this means?" Draco shook his head. "She unknowingly placed a protecting charm on it. She's a witch, pureblood or muggle-born, I don't know which. All I know is that she could be right under your nose." Narcissa gave her son a gentle hug and left.
Draco was shocked, but soon he lay down and went back to sleep.
a/n: So, how did you like it? I would like just a few reviews please. I also need some help of a fellow author out there. I do not know how to separate the chapters. Some one be kind and let me in on the finer secrets of this site. Thanks! Bye!
a/n: This story was just an idea that popped into my head when I was half asleep. The next day I got onto the internet and what do you know? There are other stories like this one out there! So, anyone that thinks that I got this idea from someone else, I did not get it from someone else!
"Hey Mom! I'm home!" Hermione Granger closed the back door behind her.
Hermione Anne Granger was a beautiful, young lady of seventeen. Her appearance had changed drastically over the summer. Her hair was no longer bushy, but long and slightly curly. She was now 5'6" and she had filled out in all the right places.
Hermione would be starting her seventh and final year at Hogwarts the next day. The school year would also be different. She had made Head Girl! When she had gotten the letter she had been overjoyed as her parents also had been.
Hermione was a tad worried about this though. She had been informed that she would share a dorm with the Head Boy, her partner. Why would this worry her you ask? Simple. Her fear was that the Head Boy would be none other than Draco Malfoy.
This boy had always picked on her. For one year she thought that she had had him figured out. Then in her second year she noticed how each time he insulted her, especially with the word 'Mudblood', his eyes would dim just a bit more. Eventually his eyes looked lifeless, hopeless, without a trace of happiness. They were filled with sorrow, anguish, and mourning. Sometimes, in her dreams, his eyes would haunt her.
Hermione set down her keys and her purse slowly as she spotted a note on the counter. She bent over it and read:
Hermione,
I'm sorry that I'm not at home at the moment, but I had an urgent phone call from one of my friends. I found this under your bed and thought you might like it back. Crookshanks was the one who had taken it.
Love,
Mum
P. S. - I'm sorry for begging you to take it off for the first time last year. I just thought that you shouldn't dwell on him forever. Maybe I'm wrong.
Hermione's curious expression deepened, none the less she lifted up the note and saw a beautiful, silver chain with a blue, sapphire, heart- shaped pendant inlaid with small diamonds around it. She turned it over and read: 'The Dragon's Heart'. She smiled and, noticing the time, went to bed, but not before putting the necklace on herself.
A small, bushy haired, buck-toothed girl looked around her classroom in dismay. Everyone was playing, except her. This was the way Kindergarten had gone for her as well. She walked over to the bookcase, picked a book, sat down, and started to read.
After a couple minutes she noticed a boy with slicked back, blond hair and silver eyes was sitting a few feet away from her and he was looking around the classroom sadly. The girl put up her book and then plopped down in front of the boy, all smiles. The boy jumped, but smiled.
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger! What's your name?" Hermione extended her hand to the boy, which he took gratefully.
"Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy, Hermione."
"You look sad; do you want to come and color with me?"
"Sure." Draco replied and Hermione drug him to the table.
"Do you really have to go, Draco?" Hermione sobbed as Draco gave her a hug, trying to dry her tears.
"You know that I don't want to go, Hermione." Draco held her at arms length. "My father's making me leave. I don't want to leave you. I'm afraid that I'll never see you again and that would break my heart." Draco was choking back his own tears now. "Here, this is for you."
Draco pulled a small, black box from his pocket, opened it and heard Hermione gasp. Inside was a blue heart on a chain.
"May I?" He said after taking the necklace from it's box.
"Of course." Hermione nodded and she moved her hair out of his way so that he would have no trouble with the necklace. After it was secure she turned it over: 'The Dragon's Heart'.
"My heart belongs to you, keep it safe. I love you, Hermione."
"I have something for you too. I'm afraid it's not special like your gift, but I don't want you to forget me." She tied a small, handmade, and colorful bracelet to his wrist, it said: 'Never Forget Me'.
"Of course it's special, you made it." Draco gave her another hug and she gave him a peck on the cheek, he blushed crimson.
"Draco, come on, we've got to go!" Narcissa, Draco's mother called.
"I've got to go, but I promise that we will meet again." Draco broke the hug and raced to the limo where his mother was waiting.
Hermione bolted upright in her bed and tried to stop her tears, but to no avail. It hadn't been long since her last dream about her childhood, but it had been a while since she had cried over it. After her tears had subsided she racked her brain to see the boy's face, remember his voice, or hear his voice again, but.
"Argh!" Hermione yelled and her mother, who had been passing her daughter's room, poked her head in.
"What's wrong, Pumpkin?" Mrs. Granger saw that she wouldn't get an answer and guessed what the problem was. "The dream again?" She sat down beside her daughter. "You can't remember anything about him?" Hermione shook her head, "And you had this dream when the necklace was lost?" Hermione nodded fervently.
"Have you ever thought about that necklace of yours being magical? You have this dream and it seems like it's trying to tell you something, but, when you wake up.What if that necklace has powers?"
Hermione was stunned, she had never thought about this before. "What are you saying?! That he could be right in front of me?!" Her mother nodded.
"If he's that special to you, keep looking. Do you still love him?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Of course I do! I've never had an interest in anyone else like that, just an interest in being friends! Sure, I went to the Yule Ball with Viktor, but I couldn't accept his offer to be his girlfriend when he asked! I have never loved anyone like I loved that boy! Well, there are some special cases." Hermione had started to lovingly finger the pendant around her neck.
"I understand. Just look closely at anyone you think can be him; even ones who you think can't be him. Goodnight, Sweetie." Mrs. Granger kissed her daughter on the forehead and left Hermione to mull over her words.
Hermione pulled out her personal planner and marked down the night's happenings. Then she went to sleep, devoid of dreams with mystery boys.
Meanwhile.
Draco Malfoy woke with a start and fought back his tears. He screwed up his face in concentration, but couldn't remember her face, her voice, or even her name.
"Oh, this is so annoying!" Draco said to the air as he sat up.
Draco James Malfoy was a decently built, young man of seventeen. His height was now 5'8" and he had become more muscular, he was no longer a skinny little boy.
School for Draco started the next morning. The only problem was that he hated, yet loved going there every year. He was always stuck with the Slytherins. How he had always longed to be in a different house, maybe even his favorite, Gryffindor.
His mother, Narcissa Malfoy, had been a Slytherin, but she had a secret and Draco alone knew it. She was a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor. The reason that she had been put in Slytherin was because she was sly, cunning, and wise.
The reason that he longed to be in Gryffindor was mainly because of the Gryffindor Three, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. There, with them, he wouldn't have to hate, despise, or be cruel. That was the reputation that had been placed on his shoulders when he had gone to Hogwarts.
This year, though, he would share a dorm with the Head Girl, his partner. Yes, he did know who it would probably be, Hermione Granger. He knew that she could see that his sadness and agony would come to the surface when he insulted her and his childhood friend was the cause of it. Still, he wouldn't trade his time with her for anything.
"Draco, what's so annoying and why are you up at two in the morning?" Narcissa closed Draco's door noiselessly and sat down beside her son. She frowned at the look on Draco's face. "Look at me, son, look at me." Draco turned his face to his mother, teas now evident on his face; he was surprised to see her crying too.
"Now, listen to me Draco." Narcissa took her sons face into her hands and looked him in the eyes. "The necklace is doing this. It only screens her from you because she is your true love. When you find her and recognize her, the dreams will stop and you two will be together forever." She saw the doubt in her son's eyes.
"How do you know that she is my true love?"
"The necklace wouldn't have locked when you put it on her. When the necklace was touching both of you it made its decision by glancing in your hearts and minds. The other powers of the necklace are yet to be discovered. For each couple the powers are different, except that one.
"I know that mothers aren't supposed to invade on their children's privacy, but, I read your diary."
"Mother, you didn't!" Draco sat up straight and his eyes flashed dangerously. ` "I'm sorry, Honey. I needed to know if the necklace was doing anything. You see, every time you get this feeling that you can't describe, she's thinking of you and caressing the necklace. You can tell when she is angry, happy, or sad. One of my favorite powers that the necklace possesses is if the two are true lovers then the necklace will not let them fall in love with anyone else." Draco dimly registered this fact; he was busy with his diary.
Right after his mother's statement about the feeling that he couldn't describe he started to feel that way again. This time he would describe it as it happened.
'I feel like I'm floating, I'm lightheaded and I can feel her fingers running lovingly over my heart. I miss her so much and I can tell that she misses me, but I wonder just how much she wants to see me. Does she hate me for leaving? Is she regretting that she ever met me? Will I ever see her again?'
These questions swirling around his head he put down his diary and his quill to find his mother staring fixedly at him. "Just take my advice and look at anyone and everyone. There is something that I haven't told you about that bracelet she gave you. Do you remember when your father confiscated it? Well, he lit it on fire, threw it in the fireplace, and left it to burn, but it didn't. Your father thinks that he got rid of your only connection with that girl, but then he's not usually right is he? When I found the bracelet it was like brand new. Do you know what this means?" Draco shook his head. "She unknowingly placed a protecting charm on it. She's a witch, pureblood or muggle-born, I don't know which. All I know is that she could be right under your nose." Narcissa gave her son a gentle hug and left.
Draco was shocked, but soon he lay down and went back to sleep.
a/n: So, how did you like it? I would like just a few reviews please. I also need some help of a fellow author out there. I do not know how to separate the chapters. Some one be kind and let me in on the finer secrets of this site. Thanks! Bye!