Status on Cathedral Sanctuary! I have written most of the fourth chapter and was nearly ready to post before the six book was out. Now I have to edit a lot of it so it will go along with the story. So much that I almost decided to stop writing it completely. I realized how much I loved my little story and decided I would spend a little more time on it. For those who care, there is no need to panic.

Quick Summary: Draco is a demon and Hermione is an angel. Draco accidentally did good and now Hermione wants to repay him by granting him a wish for anything he wants, excluding the one for her to leave him alone. She descends to visit him every week to talk to him and get a sincere request. Though, stubborn Draco, does not seem to get that she is actually thanking him and not just trying to torture him.

Now these chapters are of their weekly sessions, arguing, yelling, interesting discussions...

Draco Divine and Hermione Hell

Chapter One

"Nope. Sorry. Not good enough!" Hermione retorted as she rocked back and forth nonchalantly on a round tombstone, risking one or two quick glances of Draco beating his fists into a stone. She bent away from the mutilating sight with an ill expression on her face. She almost thought she should stop him before he injured himself but thought better. There was a blaring intake of breathe and Hermione swung back to see Draco turn to her again and coughed up a response.

"Why is it that you continue to ignore my request when I ask for something so simple and easy. Do you willingly choose to make it harder on yourself?" Draco shouted to the bushy haired angel, his knuckles turning bright red. "Or is it a habit with you angels?"

Hermione snickered at Draco and his anger. She had taken note since when she first met him that becoming easily annoyed was typical for him. He would also try to intimidate her, huffing and puffing to get her to drop her defenses and go with his request. Yet, as forcefully as he afflicted, it would not frighten Hermione in any way. It became rather amusing after a while. And then it just got annoying.

She had grown accustom to Draco's desperate measures and works of anger. She often wondered if demons were always so angry or if it was just a favorite of Draco's.

"Again, Draco, you ask me to explain. Every visit you ask. Is it that difficult of a concept for you to grasp Draco? Or are the rumors true and you demons are just slow in comprehension?" Hermione easily slid off the cracking tombstone and shut her pale feathered wings tightly behind her. It was unwise for Hermione to be tempting him like this, rage beating in the veins in his eyes. She had confidence that by now he would be tolerant in the least of her minor teasing. "If so then I will repeat it to you in patient hope that you will understand! Your request for me to leave isn't sincere, therefore it is invalid. Try again, Draco. Oh, and this time, try not to resort to violence."

Draco's eyes turned dark gray with fury. He so nearly snapped at Hermione but resisted, instead he returned to beating his fists into the crumby tombstone, using all of his might to fight the urge to strangle Hermione. As mentally relieving as it might have been for him, he would rather not have to explain to the other demons about some dead angel in the cemetery.

"Honestly Draco," Hermione began freshly once a minute or two passed. "Is it I that is making this too hard? It is YOU after all who refuses to ask for a decent wish and you know that once you do these weekly visits will end. If only you would cooperate..."

"Shut up!" Draco roared, his black leather-ish wings widely spread and flapping strongly. Waves of wind sucked up debris, revolving it all in circular motions around Draco impressively. Hermione opened her mouth to speak but hesitated as Draco's yelling continued.

"The deal is off then! No more of these damn visits! Go upstairs and tell your authorities that I don't give a damn about their 'good deed' crap. I don't recall signing a contract with you angels when I..."

"...saved me." Hermione finished for him, beaming and fell back to the tombstone, her arms crossed in front of her. Her lips slightly curled.

Draco froze. "Not saved." he insisted.

"VERY much, saved." Hermione stressed. "That is the problem Draco. You are completely denying your good deed with your lack of a better request and until you realize that then I am never going to stop visiting."

"Oh, how wonderful! Angelic wisdom. Don't I feel blessed!" Draco sneered sarcastically, throwing up his hands dramatically. "Look at you angels, all aloof and egotistical on your high clouds, watching and shaking your heads at us. Conspirators, all of you white feathered bastards!"

Hermione pounced off the tombstone and instantly flickered an inch away from Draco's face, her jaw dropped in disgust. "Excuse me! I doubt that you have met any other angel besides me and yet you judge us all when I, the only angel you have ever met, is granting you a single wish out of kindness and gratitude. How ungrateful? But of course, how could I have ever expected more from a vulgar creature such as yourself! If you as a demon want to live up to your kind's greedy reputation then this shouldn't be so hard for you!"

Draco was taken back by this. There she was, her wings flapping obnoxiously fast, hostility in her dark eyes. Draco had been spending one night of a week for a few months with this angel and never had she yelled at him. She always had the patience of a saint.

Draco paused for a moment, trying to clear his thoughts. He could not help but wonder if anyone heard their argument. If so then he was fucked. He looked at the sky and failed to see any demons flying over and with that he calmed a bit. "Watch yourself angel. This isn't the holy clouds here, this is my territory and liars don't do well here."

Hermione's face turned red. "Ha! How funny, especially spoken from someone such as yourself! What a hypocrite you are! We never lie. And you have no right to accuse me of deceiving you when I have done no such thing to you. If anything, you should wish for a reality check." Hermione finally skimmed away from Draco. Her wings still pounded but more slowly as she set foot on the grass.

"Look around you! You are the one who lives in the land of liars. Who ever receives an answer from your kind will have to question it. Anyone who questions ours is just foolish and wasting their time." Hermione gestured severely. She caught his squinted eyes. "I would know better simply Draco, because I have seen both sides, up and down. You haven't, Draco." Hermione spoke, striding back up to Draco, staring straight into his furious eyes.

Perhaps Hermione still had the nerve to annoy him some more. For that she could wait for a reply but before he could mutter a sound she continued talking. "But one thing, though I'm not sure if it is the same for every demon, since I haven't been quite... fortunate enough to meet another, but I have faith to believe that your kind is perhaps more human then mine own."

"What? Are you insane angel?" Draco scolded.

Hermione twirled her hair and bit her bottom lip. Turning away from Draco she said, "Well it is just a theory, judging by your behavior, I believe it is yin and yang in your case."

"Yin and what?"

"Yin and yang. Chinese proverb. They were a while before you... but it meant in bad there is a least bit of good and in good there is a least bit of bad."

Draco cursed to himself. "That still does not explain..."

"It means, that even in a supposedly pure evil creature such as yourself, can still have some good." Hermione turned and sat back on the tombstone. Her wings flexed tiredly then folded. "Which could explain why you saved me that day."

"Not saved!" Draco shouted.

"Call it what ever you want!" Hermione said back loudly, crossing her arms to clarify that she was not at all convinced.

Draco puzzled for a moment then gave an awful grin. "What do you know! Even you angels can sin. If demons can do right. Which if you deny will make you the hypocrite."

Highly expecting Hermione argue, he was disappointed when she only shrugged. "Of course we angels can do wrong, but most will never dare! If so then we fall. I am sure you already know the story..."

"Backwards and forwards." Draco interrupted. "And it's human folklore, a bunch of crap."

Hermione inhaled relievedly. "Well I suppose that is good, then I will not have to tell you the story. That is one thing you can remember, but if only you could take the reason of your invalid request into memory!"

Draco turned away, clenching his teeth loudly, begging the sun to rise already so the damn angel would leave. She was beginning to get on his nerves again. Perhaps it was also a habit for these angels, Draco thought to himself. If so then the constant bickering and talking must have been in that category as well. But that did not matter to him, what did was what he was going to wish for so she could leave him alone in his bliss.

He knew there was not a possibility of deciding on a valid request on this visit, he would have to hold out until next week. He could handle himself if it was only one more night. The other demons were starting to grow suspicious of him and started questioning him. So of course Draco did what he had to do, he lied like no other.

"So how does that make me more human then you? You just contradicted your own theory."

Hermione thought cautiously for a second. Explaining her theory throughly to Draco might cause some trouble in the future, if she could just word it carefully. "Well... Draco. What can I say?" Her cheeks were turning bright red again.

"It is just that... demons, like yourself..." Hermione stopped short to see whether or not she offended Draco. He does have the temper to explode about anything, even if it were true. Detecting that Draco didn't care, Hermione continued, "You can either lie or tell the truth, depending on what you simply feel like saying. Or what consequences will be awarded to you by what you say, or don't say. Humans had free will. They could have used for either good reasons or for bad. Angel and demons are supposed to be the counterparts of good and evil yet a demon would seem to possess more freedom than an angel."

Hermione--sighing in relief that she was able approach this delicate subject in the way she wished--flexed her wings tighter as she expected an immediate, and arguing reaction from Draco. Though against her expectations, Draco plainly eyed Hermione with his poker face.

It was something he had thought of as well. Draco was sure that many had put it to thought as well but you honestly couldn't just bring this sort of thing into random and casual discussion, with demons let alone an angel.

A warm sensation brushed suddenly over Draco, he jerked to the east. Upon the horizon was a single strip of red-ish gold rising into purples, pinks and blues. It could only mean one thing, the night was over and morning was slowly approaching. Hermione had noticed as well as Draco rushed to his feet.

"Aw, it is time to go already!" Hermione said with sarcasm and gave her wings a few strong flaps.

Draco glared impatiently. "Well don't waste time! Go on!"

"Alright, alright I'm leaving." She folded her wings tight again. "See you next week." And with a quick turning flick Hermione disappeared.

Edited once again. I would have made it much longer but decided that there was a fine place to stop. Plus it creates a chapter structure for me.

Thank you for taking the time to read.

Signed. Out. Rynn.