"I'm still very frightened," she let his arm go and folded her hands in front of her, "I know it's inappropriate but I
Author's Note: Sorry this is so short and I've taken forever to update but work is really crazy and school is about to start up again. Friends too. The next chapter will be a little M, I'm thinking about changing the rating for good…please review and tell me if you want me to keep it T or M. Please, I'll update faster.
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Storms A' Brewin
"I'm still very frightened," she let his arm go and folded her hands in front of her, "I know it's inappropriate but I…I don't want to be alone," tears pricked at her eyes again, I have never cried so much in my life! But that red head's eyes…he was going to kill me!
She felt powerful arms wrap around her, "I shall stay with you," he opened the door behind her and guided her in, "being afraid is not inappropriate, in truth, I would have slept outside your door anyway."
She looked up at him shocked, "really? Why?"
He chuckled, "I will let no harm come to you, Hermione. I am already angry at myself for letting you get hurt," his eyes narrowed as he looked out the window.
She touched his cheek and pulled his attention back to her, "it wasn't your fault so stop blaming yourself. No more anger tonight, please?"
Once again he folded under her soft gaze and touched the hand on his cheek, "no more."
She smiled up at him, "I need to wash my face and change. I'll be out in a moment," she turned then turned back to him and folded her hands again, "would you like to change first?"
He watched the small fingers lace together and lay cupped against her dress making it crease, "no, please, be my guest," he gestured stiffly to the bathroom.
She smiled and nodded then slipped inside and closed the door firmly behind her. While she was away he took the liberty of changing anyway. Stepping over to the tall dresser he whispered 'night clothes' then pulled the doors wide. Inside were long black silk pajama pants. He removed his clothes and slid them on. A flash of lightening lit up the glass windows and was followed by a roll of distant thunder. Wind began to whip the barren trees back and forth as if they were paper, informing him that the night would be rough. Just then the door click and Hermione glided into the room on bare feet. She stole his breath away. Curly brown hair flowed over her shoulders and a beautiful silk dress of crimson clung to her every curve with the sleeves cutting off at the shoulders.
The stark white of his torso was completely exposed making her cheeks flush upon seeing him. Handsome was not the word for the man that stood before her. He was tall and serpentine with a thin yet lean frame. She could see the exaggerated strength hidden beneath the skin of his arms and chest; small shades outlined his abs in six well cut rectangles. Not a trace of hair touched his skin. She found herself admiring the marble of his body and how it made him look like a Greek statue. A bright flash startled her and she spun to the window just as a roaring burst of thunder shook the stone of the castle making her yelp.
Voldemort was immediately at her side trying to understand what happened, "are you hurt?"
She looked at him, eyes swimming, "no," wrapping her arms tightly around her she looked outside again, "I don't like storms."
He noticed that his muscles immediately relaxed and he tried to wrap his mind around the feeling of worry for the young female shaking before him, "I'll tuck you in," it was a curt reply that made her feel as if he had scolded her like a child.
Hurt welled up into her eyes but she never said a word but walked around him and slid into the bed. She never cast a glance in his direction nor allowed him to touch her. He had no right to judge her of her fears; he did not know her, "night," her reply was short yet filled with the hurt she tried to hide.
He heard the slight crack in the note of her voice. She was hurt, but why? Silently he tried to go over what had happened but could find no proof of anything. The only thing he was sure of was that he was what caused it, "I've hurt you, again," he was exasperated with himself.
Tears had made trails down her cheeks and she didn't want him to see. She felt hurt because of his judgment and foolish because he was annoyed with her already, "it is just the storm that has upset me," she lied.
"I can not believe that, Mademoiselle. I have inadvertently caused you harm mentally and I can not discover how. It seems I have become accustom to hurting you unintentionally. Please, what have I done so that I may fix it," his voice was desperate and pounded at her heart, threatening to break it.
"I…It was," a flash and then the explosion of thunder caused her to gasp and curl tightly into a protective ball. Immediately she felt the mattress go down and the covers move then the warmth of his body seeping through her nightgown. His long arms wrapped around her and his body enveloped her in protection. She felt the tension slip away in a sense of comfort and security.
"Nothing will get you as long as I take air into my lungs, Hermione. I do not judge you for your fears, but I will be here to fight them away and wipe the tears from your cheeks. You are not alone tonight; I will be here for you," the sky opened up and rained poured down sending out a soft melody of running water, "I have never felt this way before about a woman, Hermione. I am trying. I have never in my life felt this foreign emotion that's taking over and causing me to do rash things."
Everything was soothing and his scent was clouding her senses but she still turned into him and curled closer, "feeling. What do you mean?" She was groggy and tired but wanted the answer and wouldn't sleep until she heard it.
"The way you make me feel, petit ange, confounds me. I can not bear to see you unhappy, hurting, or scared," he stroked her hair behind her ear.
Sleepily she looked up at him and slowly reached out to caress his cheek, "your doing a wonderful job, ma bête," his eyes widened and she kissed his cheek gently before curling into him and letting the sounds of his heart and the rain sooth her to sleep.
Normally his confusion would keep him awake all through the night but her body so close to his was pushing it from his mind. Soon he, too, was fast asleep.
A raven haired woman watched an old man rush around inside of a small cabin panicking over something and making wild hand gestures to a handsome young man and his red headed college. Getting bored and checking that her pride was hidden in the woods smartly she strolled across the grassy surface and knocked on the door. Harry was the one to answer. Lightning flashed over head and the clouds opened up to let a flood of rain fall. "Good evening, gentlemen, I have a proposition for you about the old man's daughter."
Harry cocked his head to the side and let her in, "and how can you help, madam?"
The old man rushed in, "What do you know of my daughter's condition?" He was frantic and crying.
"That she is in grave danger," from me of course but you don't know that. The woman eyed the room carefully, "Lord Voldemort, is a cruel beast of a man. Some say he's a monster. I can assure you he looks like one," her eyes landed on a strange machine in the corner, "What is that?"
Henry look over at the machine, "It's a mechanical spinning wheel," he stepped around her, 'what does that have to do with my daughter!?"
"A spinning wheel," ginning she looked back at the man, "Everything. I was just curious. Your daughter is in a lot of trouble and I have a plan that will involve your cooperation," she grinned maliciously as the man jumped at the offer. Her eyes never left the machine.
Can you find the allusion to Beauty and the Beast? Lol. It's so obvious!! Tell me in a review!
