Author's Note: Yes, a short chapter, but a very, very important one in the…drum roll please…series! Yes, I planned it all along, to make this into a series. (Since this one only lasts a short amount of time, you'll see what I mean later.) This was also the chapter that needed the most editing because some of it was completely inconsistent. Anyway, please review.
Disclaimer: It's a hard knock life, for us, who don't own Harry, Potter…oh you get it.
Chapter 8: Heir to the Serpent
Hermione did not pay any attention in her classes the next day. She ignored her friends, who were getting very upset. She was thinking about Draco. He had kissed her. And it had been good. His lips were soft and warm and full. She really wanted him to kiss her again.
After classes she went straight to her tower, instead of accompanying the Gryffindor players to practice. When she entered the common room, Draco was sitting on the green couch facing her. He appeared to be waiting for her.
"Come sit down," he told her, "We need to talk."
She sat down. "Is it about last night?" she asked.
"Maybe" he said as if he honestly didn't know. "Hermione I have to be honest with you."
"What is it?"
"I…I don't really know how to say this." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "I wasn't always with the Order. But I am with you now. I switched sides. But I am a spy for you."
"Why did you switch then?" she asked cautiously.
"After Dumbledore died I didn't want anything to do with them anymore. But I was told, by both sides actually, to say I was under the Imperious Curse and act as a spy."
"I want to believe you, but how can I now?"
"There's a Prophesy."
"I know!" she said annoyed, "I was in the Department of Mysteries! You should know that!"
"I'm talking about another one," he explained, "Professor Trelawney made it to McGonagall a few months after the one you're talking about. When I came to McGonagall she told me about it. She said she knew I would come. Voldemort doesn't know about this one. Only McGonagall and I do, and Dumbledore knew, and now you do."
"What did it say?"
"It said," Draco sighed, "It'd be better if I showed you. I have a penseive in my room. Come on."
He led her up to his room. It looked almost exactly like hers, but with a few differences. The room was done in green and silver. Instead of a vanity there was a floor length mirror in the closet, and where Crookshanks's basket and cat things were in her room, in his stood his broomstick and a penseive.
He walked over to the penseive and muttered something. The form of a younger Trelawney arose from the penseive. She spoke in a raspy voice much unlike her ordinary one.
"TWO MOONS BEFORE THE CHOSEN ONE, ANOTHER SHALL BE BORN…BORN OF THE DARK LORD HIMSELF…BUT THE DARK LORD SHALL KNOW NOT OF THIS…AND THE SON SHALL CALL THE FATHER MASTER…BUT HE SHALL FAIL TO DO THE DARK LORD'S WILL…HE SHALL BE BROUGHT INTO THE LIGHT…HE SHALL ALIGN WITH THE CHOSEN ONE…AND HE SHALL LOVE THE ONE WHOSE BLOOD HE ONCE CALLED IMPURE…HEIR TO THE SERPENT…THE DRAGON SHALL BE BORN."
Hermione was trembling. As the form sank back into the penseive, Draco turned to her, taking her shoulders in his hands. "Hermione," he said, "you do know what this means right? Lucius is not my real father, Voldemort is."
She looked away. Still trembling and sobbing, she asked "Why did you show me this?"
"Because I had to, you needed to know." And he brought his lips down to hers. She understood. Regretfully, she pulled back.
"Does this mean you love me?" she asked.
"Not yet," he said honestly, "but I will."
"So," she sighed, "what happens now? Are we, as Parvati says, an item?"
He laughed. "I don't know about 'an item'" he said "but I have a feeling you want to go out with me." He gave her a look that was half a smile and half a smirk. She smiled back.
"I have a feeling you're right," she flirted.
"Always"
"Should we tell anyone?"
"Do you want to tell anyone?"
"Will it put you in any more danger?"
"Besides making Harry and Wea—Ron skin me alive?" They both laughed and he continued. "If anyone with connections asks I'll just say it's to keep up my Imperioused image."
"And I'll talk to Ginny about the boys." Seeing the confused look on his face she added, "As Ron's sister and Harry's girlfriend, she has ways of getting them to do what she wants."
"Like what?" he asked seeming knowing and intrigued at the same time.
"With Ron it's blackmail. With Harry," she smiled, a devilish twinkle in her eye, "use your imagination."
He smirked. Hermione hit her head with the palm of her hand.
"Shit!" she said.
"What?"
"It just dawned on me that we need to tell Harry about the Prophesy."
"Shit!"
