What do you know? I CAN write two chapters in three days or less. (Applauds self) This is going to be a short story so I'll maybe add two or less chapters. I'm going to be working on other stories so my next update won't be for a little while. Thanks for being patient and thanks for reading.


Draco Divine and Hermione Hell

Chapter Three


"No. NO! STOP! IT WON'T WORK!" Hermione exclaimed through her hands covering her face. "That request will not work either! How many times do I have to... Oh what will it take to reason with you!"

"It is my wish, therefore IT SHOULD BE GRANTED!" Draco paced around the poor weeping angel. He remember the rules as clear as crystal and had put some honest thought into his request.

He heard the sound of thunder. Draco gazed up, he recalled sun being out only minutes before. The sky above them had darkened with storm clouds hanging low with sparks of light pulsing through them with activity. He inhaled deeply and turned back to Hermione's light sobs.

Draco sat down next to her, thinking of a way to get Hermione to stop whimpering. It was his fault after all that she was crying. He had foolishly suggested that she grant him power however she become furious, yelling that she couldn't grant such as wish. Once again they had gotten into shouting match, in which Draco obviously hit a nerve because Hermione suddenly broke down and starting bawling.

Draco carefully stroked Hermione's bushy hair and leaned in closer. "Ang—er Hermione," Draco cleared his throat, and inhaled deeply once more. "I'm..."—he paused—"sorry. I never meant to make you cry."

Hermione sniffed then lifted her head and looked at Draco with teary, reddened eyes. She seemed lost for words. She wanted to say so much to him but nothing came out when she opened her mouth. Instead she smiled and wiped away the last of her tears.

"You did it again..." Hermione whispered, her voice shaky but expressing gratitude nonetheless.

Draco stared at her, his eyes widened and he nearly turned scarlet from embarrassment. He abruptly looked away, licking his lips. "That was nothing." He muttered.

"Draco, that was compassion." Hermione reached and turned his face towards her. Demon eyes met angel. Hermione had startled Draco but he wouldn't get the sudden rush of guilt that he felt get the best of him. Look at what it had gotten him into the first place!

There was a sudden blast of thunder and the sky erupted with bursts of electricity. Rain instantly began pouring causing Hermione to jump to her feet.

"What is this! What's happening!" She screeched at Draco who was scrambling up. It took him a second to realize that Hermione did not know what rain was.

He laughed at her panic and frantic little jumps to avoid being hit by the rain. He lifted a hand up and flapped his wings. "It's just rain."

"What is rain and why does it keep hitting me!" She swung from side to side, fighting the rain, eventually losing her balance and falling on a tombstone. She pathetically attempted to protect her head with her arms, she looked to Draco for assurance with tears welling up in her eyes again.

Draco laughed, he couldn't imagine that the angels had never heard of rainstorms. "It's just a storm, with thunder, rain and lightning. Rain is only water falling from the sky, it's not going to hurt you. Trust me." He held out his hand for her to take it. Hermione cautioned but took his wet hand.

Draco pulled Hermione up and led her hand in hand under a nearby tree. "Here, the rain won't 'hit' you here." Draco laughed and released Hermione's hand. She watched him stunned for a moment, even as he turned away.

Thrice he has expressed compassion, Hermione thought as she twisted the water out of her hair. "And why exactly does water fall from the sky?" She asked Draco who was now sitting at the trunk of the tree.

He shrugged. "It's not because of demons if that's what you think. It's nature's way of renewing itself and giving life."

Hermione blinked. "How do you know that?"

Draco merely shrugged again, "Hell if I know, it's just one of those things you know."

Hermione's eyes met his for a moment but then she gazed away into the sky. She was instantly mesmerized. It was more beautiful than she could ever imagine. The wind blew her hair from her face and brought a brush of cold against her cheeks. She inhaled the clean smell of the rain and felt instantly relieved from tension. How many angels had experienced what she had?

Now that Hermione thought about it, to Harry, Ron, Ginny and all the other angels Earth seemed like a dirty secret. No one talked about it. Hermione never wanted to blame her and the other's lack of knowing on ignorance but she knew deep down that the others were simply not interested in anything outside their fluffy clouds. It was their clouds after all that were producing the rain!

Hermione felt a swift charge of shame flow through her and she felt unworthy to see nature perform like this. She wouldn't even be able to share it with the other angels or tell them about Earth. Even if the others made periodic visits to Earth they would never discuss them anyway.

"You've honestly never heard of rain before?" Draco asked her suddenly with a curve on his lips.

"Never. No one knows much of Earth except that it exists. We have everything we need up there but we don't have this." A blowout of thunder and lightning responded to Hermione's abashment. Rain continued to pour and strong winds pushed and shoved the branches of the tree above them. Hermione shivered.

"Are you cold?" Draco asked her, stony, already pulling off a dry branch.

"A little but what does that have to do with the branch?" Hermione asked as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

Draco cocked an eyebrow at her. Are you serious? He grinned and shook his head. He broke the branch into three large chunks and piled them up. He snapped his fingers twice and sparked a flame on the wood. The flame grew large instantly, quickly consuming the branches. Draco set his hands above the flame when he shot a look at the stunned Hermione.

Her jaw was dangling and she paced around it, closely observed it.

"It's fire." Draco said finally, waving his hand through the flame.

"What's its purpose?" Hermione continued to pace, still cautious.

"Destruction, but warmth when used wisely. See," He hovered his hands over the open flame as reassurance. "you place your hands like this."

Hermione blinked at it and seemed dubious. However she shivered and more wind caused her to sit on her knees next to Draco and the fire. She peered at her hands for a moment, unsure at first, then suddenly drove them directly into the fire. She realized her mistake at once.

"OW!" Hermione jumped up, ran into the rain, screaming and shaking her hands. Never heaven had she ever felt such a sensation! She had no fire on her hands so why did they still hurt?

She felt strong hands grab her by the shoulders. Hermione tried to escape from Draco's grasp but his grip was too strong and the pain in her hands shook her from her ability to run.

"How naive are you angel! You NEVER put your hands directly into a flame. I said to put your hands close to the flame but not in it!" Draco yelled severely at Hermione's shoulder. He heard whimpers and soft sobbing and guilt rushed through him again.

Draco sighed heavily. "Let me see." He asked calmly and reached for her arms. He took her wrists, carefully not to touch the hand, and turned her palms up. Both palms were bright red and was already riddled with blisters.

The drops of rain felt cool against her hands, enough to slow her heavy heaves of breath and try to heal herself. Hermione gently closed her eyes and whispered a charm. She repeated the incantation several times and one by one the blisters disappeared. Slowly the paining sensation left both of her hands and she opened her eyes.

Draco was looking at her carefully. He too knew that charm but would he have used it on Hermione? ABSOLUTELY NOT! Draco unexpectedly released her wrists and paced back to the fire with a dirty look on his face.

Hermione fingered her arms, where Draco's hands had been. They had been so soft at first but when he realized that he was doing something nice his grip became tight. Did Draco fear his kindness? Hermione had come from the world that favored tenderness and sacrifice. Draco came from the opposite.

Hermione sighed with sorrow and hopelessness. Draco was a lost case. He would never admit to his compassion and by single judgment Hermione knew that such feelings or emotions were frowned upon. She couldn't change him, no matter.

Suddenly Hermione felt pain inside, so piercing and heavy in her chest. It was internal so no charm that she could cast would heal it. Oh mercy.

She chanced a look at Draco. His focus was fixed on the blazing fire, she could see it flaming in his eyes. It had been one of the first things that Hermione had noticed about Draco. There was a fire about him that burned all benevolence within him. And no matter how she tried, nothing could extinguish the inferno that charred inside of Draco.

She swallowed hard as her eyes grew wet and blurred.. "See you next week." And with a fast swoosh Hermione was gone.


Ah look yet another chapter update. No major discussions in this chapter but little Hermione learned quite a bit about Earth and nature. Poor girl. Will Draco ever learn? Thank you all again for your patience and interest.

Signed. Out. Rynn.