Tagline: They could be described as fire and ice. One burned with inner rage, the other ice cold from his sins. Yet, a connection was formed that neither ice, nor fire could destroy. The unbreakable connection would form into a world of heaven and hell...
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(AN-I've edited this chapter, because ff.net took away my authors note. So for those that DON'T know my style…I write in detail, shit can get lengthy. I'm a realist and I love to explore in emotion and setting, to set the realism. And an important note is this – ITALICS, are usually thoughts of someone and solid lines mean that the text has become a different POV or something that is happening at the same time, but different place. Okay? It'll make since once you read. So yeah, Read and Review!! I will put up this story no matter what, but your reviews and feedback encourage me to finish this story quicker! The more you review, the more I update *smile* Enjoy! )
~Dedicated to my best friend, Jordan~
You Can't Do This
©xXTheArtystXx
She sat on her bed, furiously cursing at herself. How could she let this happen? How did it happen? And of all things…how and why did it happen with … him?!
These thoughts trampled all over her brain, back and forth. It was all she could think about. I can't believe I made-out with …DRACO MALFOY!!! It made her even more disturbed, knowing she had almost done more with this Draco Malfoy. The thought that made everything ten times worse was that, she had been caught. Caught, in a most compromising and shocking position with him. Draco…Malfoy. The name was a ringing sensation in her ear. It was a swallow in her throat. It was a cold shiver that ran through her tired, tainted body. But worst of all, it was a cringe of hate. The name…lingered through her mind like an annoying gnat attracted to the scent of freshly-washed hair on a hot, humid day. The boy she hated the most, was in her thoughts the most. Dwelling there, like the inner pain that ripped through her body. Draco… Draco…Ugh, Draco…her mind wondered back to earlier that night…
*Flashback scene*
"I hear they opened up four new shops in Hogsmeade!! That's the greatest thing since my father got the biggest paid vacation of his life!" Ron said excitedly. The "golden trio"…as many would like to call it walked towards the sign that read HOGSMEADE. It was the start of seventh year and this would be their third visit since school started. It was only October though; really most students had only been once. This October outing would be their third visit. The three friends had gone to visit, two weeks into September through their "secret" way. They had gotten caught though, so McGonagall assigned a detention to them the very next day. The trio agreed not to sneak into Hogsmeade anymore…for at least a few months. They kept that promise, even now as they walked the pathway to enter the enchanting town of Hogsmeade. They wanted to enjoy their time together, only the three of them as they walked on.
It was a crisp fall day. The caramel colored and Sunkist colored leaves reminded them that fall was off to a good start. There was a perfect breeze. It was a mix of cold, but refreshing coldness. What a perfect day for a trip to Hogsmeade! She was incredibly happy to be with Ron and Harry…her two best friends in the world. She beamed to herself. To bad Ginny wasn't here, she thought grimly to herself. Ginny was also her best friend, her best female friend, she corrected. Over the years, Hermione and Ginny became quite close. Hermione never had a close, close best girl friend. Having Ginny was refreshing. Sometimes Ron or Harry could not relate…at all. They were completely blank when hearing some of Hermione's "female problems." And Ginny was that person that listened. Ginny was a great addition to her life, Ginny was the innocence and purity Hermione needed. Even though, Mione knew well, Ginny was far from innocent. Hermione snickered to herself and looked at Ron. He was deep in conversation with Harry. Hermione just pretended to listen, but really she thought of how Ron reacted if knew what his precious little sister was really like. Oh! And if Mrs.Weasley found out…that would be a very bad predicament for poor Ginny, Hermione thought nervously to herself.
Hermione was also not so innocent, anymore. She had been Viktor Krum's steady for year and some odd months. They ended it, just this summer. Viktor adored her. He truly fell in love with his "Herminee". The pronunciation got better, never quite right, but Viktor's struggle to say her name was always cute to her. The nickname for her was even cuter, "Minee" like "Minie Mouse". Hermione was Minie and Viktor was her Mickey. There relationship was great. It was healthy, it was innocent, and it was puppy love. That's what Hermione thought… just puppy love. And that's why it ended. Viktor loved her a lot, more than ever. But Hermione…she loved him, but she couldn't love him like that. She had more priorities and to be quite honest, she didn't really believe in real love. Reminding herself of her parent's recent separation. Her smug facial expression quickly turned into sadness thinking of her parent's split. Yeah love, was a word that did not exist in Hermione's dictionary. Playful love…sure. Love between friends…definitely. But love between a man and a woman…that did not exist to her. But anyways, Viktor had loved her. At the time, she loved him enough for them to "make love". He took her virginity a month before her 17th birthday, two weeks before she'd break up with him. Engaging in her first real sex experience, hurt her pride somehow. She didn't feel pure any longer. She did feel "filthy", knowing that Viktor had taken her innocence; she had to end it with him. Despite her first time with Viktor being not so good, not to sound cliché, she only had sex one other time with him. That second time wasn't the best either. It was another reason just to break it off with him. She moved on from Viktor, coming back to Hogwarts experienced. She was a new woman. Hermione snapped back into reality. She had been walking…who knows where. She looked up to see Ron and Harry far in front of her. Shit, she cursed to herself, as she ran up to catch up with them. "Guys!! Wait up!" she screamed. She slowed down as she saw her two male counterparts slowing down. Sometimes she felt they left her in the dust, at the moment she really wanted Ginny to be there. But she wasn't, she was stuck with Ron and Harry. Stuck with them all night…she started to regret going.
Almost all the 7th year houses had gone. The carriages hadn't arrived yet. The "golden trio" was early. It was a special trip to Hogsmeade because it was always a hyped up event to prepare for Halloween antics. The two young men were obviously excited to get to the new store standing in front of them. They didn't even notice she finally caught up to them, as she observed them staring into the glass windows of the foreign store. She looked up at the sign and read "Quidditch EXTREME". She sighed to herself. Of course they would open up an entire store devoted to ….none other than, Quidditch. The boys were lured into the store by the large display of broom selection visible on the left wall. She had to admit, the broom selection was extensive she wasn't interested though. She had only taken a few steps inside, when she decided to take those few steps back out. She was all alone. She walked past all the stores. She smiled as she observed the kids of the happy town. It was getting chillier, so she buttoned up three of her school robe buttons. There were all sorts of fall decorations in the town. It reminded her greatly of a muggle neighborhood. How "her kind" would get all excited over a celebration of the dead. That's what she saw it as, not some made-up holiday scam to rake in money for horrible tasting candies. She didn't really like Halloween. Not at all, as she thought of it more. But she still enjoyed the spirit that the fall holiday gave. She gawked at the size of pumpkins standing before her. There were five of them. The two biggest…which very *very* big, were stationed one on each side of the doorway to her favorite store. They were as big as Hagrid, it was scary. The closer to the door, the smaller each pumpkin got. They couldn't get any smaller though, she'd never seen pumpkins so large. She laughed to herself as she saw three little children run over to the biggest pumpkin, yelping at their father to take a picture. She didn't know what time, but whatever time it was, it was getting chillier. The carriages must have arrived by then, so she decided to make her way into her favorite store before it became crowded…thought it never did, it was a bookstore afterall. She stepped into her store, it was, "Hidden Pages of Hogsmeade".
It contained many books Hermione had never heard of and she always loved discovering the books. She would spend hours there, just reading, hidden between the linings of bookshelves, just reading. She enjoyed herself every time she did it, she decided to endeavor in her pastime once again….
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He was all alone. For once, Crabbe and Goyle were not by his side. He never liked those to fat uber-fairies. He just knew they groped each other during the night. He shivered at the thought. Well tonight, he was withouth them, for once he was extremely happy. He would never show that though. And tonight he had a task. A task sent by his father and if he didn't complete the task there'd be hell to pay from one of two people….or even both. He snickered to himself. Doing these little sidejobs for his father annoyed him greatly. He humored his father though, by cooperating. Draco was his only connection to Hogsmeade anyway. Draco was his only connection to a fellow deatheater. This deatheater was named, Kornelius Trihalglatter. This former deatheater, gave-up Voldemort long ago. It became dangerous, but he still had connections to the "dark side". He was actually very connected, during his time as a deatheater. He was very connected with Kornelius. He, as in Draco's father. He and Kornelius had actually been very close friends back in the day. Lucius remained in contact with him for a very long time and when he learned that Kornelius had acquired a job at Hogsmeade, he knew Draco would keep their remaining link alive.
Kornelius had always been a very paranoid wizard. So much in fact, he changed his identity and found a new job working as a salesman in the little town of Hogsmeade. Kornelius only communicated by letters. And by letters, Draco would deliver messages of his father to his long lost friend Kornelius. This would be the fifth trip Draco took, to deliver a note to… Mr.Orangemon. That was Kornelius' "undercover" name. Issack Orangemon. It had to been the gayest name Draco could ever think of. He chuckled to himself, as he smoked his last bit of Red Leef.
He loved the sensation Red Leef gave him. He'd heard of a muggle drug called "pot"… "weed". Such odd names, he would always think to himself. But that was in the muggle world. In the wizard world, they had Red Leef. It was a very obvious red leaf. The red was very distinguishable. It was a cherry, crimson red. A red no one could ever describe. But oh, they could describe a hellava lot more than its looks. People described the way it made them feel. The amazing feeling it gave them. The 'high'…the wave of pure bliss it gave, when inhaled through the individual's lungs. Once it got through your blood, into your veins, into your brain…it gave way. You would feel the power of Red Leef. The power to get Red Leef was great. A very hard plant to obtain most had to grow it, or suffer deadly circumstances. Red Leef grew in only one type of environment. If you knew, you knew. If you didn't, you would never know. Only few knew the true location of pure Red Leef. Wizards who grew it themselves, only grew the imitation version. They knew they would never grow the *real* seducing, substance known as Red Leef. That's what Draco felt like he was smoking. He cursed himself, knowing he got bogus Red Leef. He hated being ripped off, but this Red Leef was good enough. He didn't pay much for it, usually the shit was worth a bloody million's worth of galleons. He paid a mere ten galleons for the two twigs. He finally, smoked the last bit of the forbidden leaf. He spit out the contaminated saliva from his mouth...it was always a bitter taste after you smoked an entire leaf. He looked at the time on his stopwatch. The time read 8:46pm…
Everytime he came to the wretched town, he'd wait deep in the ally of a certain clothing store. He'd wait until the time neared 9:oopm. That was the time he would always have to meet Mr.Orangemon. It would be 9 o'clock exactly. Draco would have to look around the store like he gave a damn. Of all the stores, the little rat worked in, it had to be in this one. He dreaded that store with a passion. It was a new store; it reminded him of those silly stores muggles go in to buy the latest in "trendy fashions". That…disgusted him immensely. He hated even thinking of the store's name, but the bright magically, enchanted lights couldn't help his mind to be torched by the store's title.
WILD STYLE
Witches & Wizards
He could almost vomit as he tried to ignore the flashing words in the side of his eye. No, this...now this was truly the *gayest* thing he'd ever heard of. He always had a bad attitude when he entered this store. He saw it, waves of young teen girls…obviously from Hogwarts. As he made his way to the "Wizards" section, he saw the same girls steer their eyes towards him. God, he could really get any girl. It was awfully sad, how easy it was to snatch one of them up, with a single glance. He decided to put on a show by stopping right in front of the girl's view. He didn't give any of them any kind of eye contact, but he calmly and with a cool tone asked, "Scuse me ladies. Would any of you happen to know what time it is?" It was hilarious how they all fumbled for their watches. He just heard times being shot at him, he could hardly understand the stuttering from the five excited girls. God, this amused him greatly. He pulled at his stopwatch himself, to get the correct time. It read 8:58pm. The five girls were watching him closely, looking very confused. He looked up and smirked. He coolly strutted away, hearing the swoons of the girls. What a fucking bloody waste, I shou…but his thoughts were interrupted as someone tapped him on his shoulder.
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Hermione left her favorite spot when, Lavendar found her reading in the isles of the many bookshelves.
"Hermione?! What the hell?! Well I shouldn't be surprised to find you here." Lavendar shot. Hermione was shocked to find Lavendar in a bookstore….really a place where, books were held. It was very disturbing, actually.
"Well, Lavendar, I'm very, very surprised to find you here…." Hermione retorted, with slight annoyance in her voice.
"Oh well, I had to buy my mother a book…for her Birthday and all."
"Aww, how sweet…"
"Anyways, Hermi, you heard about that new clothing store that opened right??!! Lets quit yapping and get our broke arses there ASAP!" and with that Lavendar grabbed her arm and yanked her out the store. Hermione felt bad for dropping the book she was reading, into the isle. As the two girls entered into the town of Hogsmeade at night, it temperature got warmer. It wasn't chilly at all. The moon was out. There seem to be way more people out at this time of night. It was interesting to see "much older" crowd out. She noticed several male wizards having drunken verbal tussles outside the pub. Lavendar hurried her even more, when she felt the pressure of Hermione slowing down. Finally, Hermione had to ask… "Lavendar, what in bloody hell is the rush?!"
Lavendar gave her a look of disgust. "Sweety, the store closes at 9:30." Hermione managed to slip a look at her wristwatch.
"Lav…its only 8:55! Don't you think we have plenty of time???" the bushy-hair girl huffed.
"NO! In fact, 30 minutes is definitely not enough time. C'mon Mione, you are the smart one, why can't you figure this one out? It's a new store. Lots of Hogwarts girls are probably already in there. Can you think of the line that's being formed at the cashier by now?! I'm sure it's already out the entrance door, for Merlin's sake!"
The two girls reached a flashy looking store called "Wild Style". Oh fuck, she thought to herself. Not one of these stores. She dreaded going into them enough back at her real home. But at Hogwarts, too?! She'd have to put up with the insanity…annoyed like hell, she followed in her dirty-blonde haired friend into the store. She was right; the line to the cashier was huge. And she couldn't help but notice a certain platinum-hair boy, waiting by the counter cashier. The boy looked incredibly annoyed, with a familiar frown on his face. His eyes were getting smaller and smaller, as he watched the line grow bigger and bigger. Hermione watched the boy. Oh yes, she knew that face all too well. Draco Malfoy…what the fuck is Draco Malfoy doing in a store like this?! She had to let out a loud laugh, which Lavendar noticed a she was thumbing through a rack of dresses. She asked curiously, "What's so funny?"
Hermione quickly looked up to see the much taller girl, very confused. She couldn't speak, she was laughing too hard. A few people noticed and gave looks. All Hermione could do was point and motion not to saying anything. Hermione's petite, pale finger directed Lavendar's attention to a tall, young man waiting impatiently near the register. "Is that Mall…Malllf…DRACO?!?" the blonde girl squealed in amusement. She said it so loud, Hermione watched slowly as his dangerous and evil glare shot through Lavendar's face like a bullet. And then, he spotted her. Oh noooo…he sees me. But I see him. She quickly turned away, only to see her friend with her hand clasped over her mouth tightly, trying to hold in laugher. Lavendar gave Hermione a 'sorry' kind of look. Hermione decided to get the hell out of there and grabbed the closest pair of clothing she could find. She grabbed a dress, not even noticing it wasn't her size at all. She just rushed on to the dressing rooms. Lavendar had been trying to get Hermione to try on something, anything just for fun. Hell, why not humor her?! She thought to herself, she quickly left her tall friend, ignoring the icy glare she was receiving from a certain Slytherin.
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"Great…just my fucking luck" he muttered to himself. Of course, MUDBLOOD and her blonde bimbo of a friend had to catch him…in this awful store. He felt like a real wanker at this point. He covered his face in shame. He stood there, still waiting impatiently for that bastard, "Mr.Orangemon" to finish with his costumers. Of course at that very moment he was going to hand Orangemon the letter, one of the fuckup cashier-girls has trouble with her register. It was a big fucking set-up, he thought grimly to himself. No more favors for father. No, no. He was bored leaning against the counter. It was 9:13pm. The time felt like an eternity on end. He needed to entertain himself somehow. He saw heaps of girls, but it was such a public place for any sort of action. Hell…he needed it by this time. That's what Red Leef will do to ya, make you horny as fuck. Draco, completely through with the useless piece of shit, threw is father's letter over the counter. "There goes your fucking letter! Write back, if you have time. You fucking piece of dragon shit!!" Draco couldn't help but shout these obscenities towards Mr.Orangemon. By this point, Draco didn't give a flying fuck. He wanted out, but then remembered. He remembered the task, completing the task was always important. He had to go back to Hogwarts with a responding letter from Kornelius. He watched as, Orangemon picked up the thrown, tattered piece of paper that was now on the floor. Orangemon obviously embarrassed, picked the letter up and quietly said to Draco, "Sir, if you would find the items you wish to return. We will do everything we can to assist you in getting a full refund." Draco took the hint and quietly left the counter. All the girls were staring at him intensely, he shot all of them a dirty glare. He walked over to the familiar face from Hogwarts…he honestly didn't know her name. He didn't want to either, but he wanted a quickie and judging by her sudden body language, she looked like she was up for one.
Lavendar stiffened, as she saw Draco walking towards her. He had a recognizable smirk on his face, which meant he was up to no good…
(Cliffhanger? Oops, sorry *wink* Stay tuned for chapter 2!) - xXTheArystXx
