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Chapter 9

Ice Cold

Hermione had been at the lake for ten minutes and still no Draco. She knew he had powers like she did but she didn't know if he were like her. She was quite scared to know that he had any in the first place. She liked him. She knew that. He was different this year. More accepting of things. But why?

She didn't get the chance to think why because all of a sudden a mist began to build off of the lake and Hermione could feel the temperature grow colder. 'Dementors! Why would they be here?' she thought.

A form came out of the mist. It looked to be like ice at first but then Hermione realized it was a body or what looked to be like one. As it got closer, Hermione could see blonde hair and pale skin. 'Draco? Is this really what he can do?' Hermione thought.

Draco walked to her ever closer and Hermione could see that his eyes were once again and icy blue color. 'He looks so god-like! Gorgeous really!' Hermione thought.

"Draco?" Hermione said.

"Am I scaring you?" Draco asked, his form never wavering.

"What are you?" Hermione was a little scared, but she wouldn't let him see that.

"I am an ice being. My ancestors were followers of the Ice God. He granted them power to control the ice and to become ice," Draco explained. He stared at her intently. His eyes changed from icy blue to grey-blue.

"Is that why you're so cold," Hermione asked, hoping not to sound cruel.

"Yes," he answered simply.

"Why do you trust me? Your enemy for so long?" Hermione had to ask.

"Because I see in you what nobody else does. I see lonliness and sadness. I see years of torture that nobody else has seen. You are alone and I see that because i feel it too. We are beings that nobody can control and they isolate us. I've liked you for a long time Hermione, and I think that we can finally be together because we can fill each other's voids in our hearts," Draco told her.

Hermione couldn't speak. Draco Malfoy liked her? This wasn't happening. It's a lie. He was probably doing all of this to get her killed.

"You're wrong. I don't like you Draco. I don't know if you really want to be with me or if you want to turn me over to Voldemort."

Draco was so close that she could hear his heart beating. She smelled the blood pulsating in his veins. She felt the sudden pang of hunger. Her canines elongated into fangs. She wanted to taste his blood. See what kind of blood a Malfoy carried. 'No!' She told herself, but she had already sank her teeth into his neck.

Draco cried out. It was pleasure, her biting him, taking his own blood. His own fangs wrenched out and he sank his teeth into her shoulder.

Hermione pulled back, Draco's blood wasn't warm, it was cold. It felt like ice going through her veins. She felt a warm liquid running down her shoulder. She looked up. Draco had fangs! Her blood was running down her shoulder as it also was going through his veins!

"You're a vampire also?" Hermione asked, shocked. Is this the vampire Dracula had watching over her? Thoughts similar to this were running through her mind at an amazing speed.

"Yes. I was bitten by a vampire and he forced me to take his blood. When Dracula realized I'd be an asset to him, he showed me things that vampires can do," Draco replied.

"Are you here to watch me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"To keep you safe. Because Dracula was going to pick another and I wanted to care for you. Dracula wants you to be his queen but I know there is no other for you but me," and with that Draco kissed her. He kissed her like he would never get the chance to again.

"How do you know that?" Hermione said against his lips.

"I don't, but I want there to be no other for you but me. I want you with me. There are no restrictions against us. I don't care what anyone says anymore. I want you, Hermione," Draco said.

"How can I trust you?" Hermione wanted to but she was afraid. Afraid of the fact that he might be telling the truth, that he might be the one for her, that she coult trust him after 6 long years of his torture. She couldn't stand more torture.

"I can wait for you to gain trust for me. I will always be here for you Hermione. Always," Draco said.

Hermione realized that he still didn't know what she was. 'A fire queen with an ice-god?' she thought.

"You want to see what I can do?" Hermione asked.

"You don't have to show me Hermione. I don't care what you can do. I care about you. Not your powers," Draco said softly.

Hermione wasn't listening. She felt the power building in her. She stepped back and held out her hand. A small ball of fire erupted from her hand and she threw it at the lake.

"You're of Phoenix blood. I thought they were wiped out?" Draco asked in shock.

"I am a descendant of the last remaining fire queen," Hermione said.

"Your eyes are red. I didn't think you could be more beautiful," Draco said as he leaned in to kiss her again.

Hermione closed her eyes and let him kiss her. She never felt more safe than now.

Draco was the first to break the kiss. He looked at her intently. As if he were studying her face.

"We should head back to the dorm. We can speak quietly in the color room," he said. The color room was the decorated room that Naquin had found.

Hermione sighed, " Okay. Shall we walk or do you want to get there my way?"

"I doubt it would be a good idea. You might melt me," Draco laughed.

"You don't feel it. It just surrounds you for a second and it's gone," Hermione said, a smile on her face.

"Okay. I trust you."

The words stilled Hermione. It seemed as though everything was changing at a break-neck speed. Draco trusted her. Dracula wants her. She is a full-fleged vampire now. A queen of a different species of human. The phoenix people. Her father isn't her father and her real father is a vampire who is a big follower of Voldemort. Why is everything happening all at once?

"Hermione, are you okay?" Draco's voice pulled her out of her reverie.

"Yes. Hold on tight," Hermione said as she pulled Draco to her. He put his arms around her and rested his chin on her head.

Hermione concentrated on where she wanted to go and at the same time had to concentrate on the fire to bring them there.

In a ball of fire, they stood and then they were in the Color Room. Hermione opened her eyes and looked up. Draco's pale skin was tinged pink. His eyes were squeezed shut.

"You can open them Draco. You're here and safe. It didn't melt you," Hermione said softly, her hand caressing his face.

"That was a wierd feeling," Draco said.

"How so? I just think of a place and I'm there. I don't feel anything," Hermione said.

"I felt like I was in a sauna. Only hotter. I just felt really hot, as though I was catching fire," Draco told her.

"Maybe it's because you are an ice being?" Hermione didn't know why it would be different for him than when it was with Dumbledore or Naquin. They never said anything.

"I don't know, but I think I'd rather use my own methods of transportation," Draco said, smiling.

"Could you take me somewhere? I wanna see what it's like," Hermione asked, hopeful.

"Sure. How about...my ancestor's old castle? It's beautiful! I'm sure you'd like it," Draco suggested.

"Sure, I'd love to!" Hermione smiled.

Draco pulled Hermione to him and kissed her softly on the lips, then her cheek and her forehead.

"Here we go," he whispered against her ear. She felt a cold sensation run along her skin from her head to her toes. She opened her eyes and all she could see was Draco, for her whole body felt like it were frozen. Then as soon as it came, it was gone.

"We're here. How do you feel?" Draco asked.

"I felt cold. LIke I was frozen. I couldn't move!" Hermione told him.

"Maybe it is because our elements are different. Fire melts ice and when ice melts it puts fire out. That's got to be it. We don't experience anything when we use our powers but if I used mine on you it would weaken you as yours would mine. I would never you my power against you though, Hermione," Draco added quickly.

"I don't think I could use my power against someone I'm beginning to get to know," Hermione said.

"Well, we're here!" Draco exclaimed.

They were in a room with a high ceiling and floor to ceiling windows. The wierd thing about the room was the fact that the walls were nothing but ice. The windows looked as though they were thin sheets of ice.

"This is Frio's Ice Castle. He was the Ice King. I'm not a god Hermione, just a descendant of the Ice God's follower. Frio. Frio means cold or frozen. My father or his father or their many fathers never knew about their bloodline bcause they never showed signs of any powers. Frio had two sons. His oldest is my great-great-great and many more greats grand father. The young son was turned vampire and shunned from his home. He was killed sometime later but I don't know by what," Draco explained.

"I don't know what to say Draco. This place is just so beautiful! A little cold but wonderful all the same!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I'd like to show you more but we have to patrol in a half hour. We have to get going now," Draco said.

"Okay. I'll meet you in the common room." Hermione said. She exploded into a ball of flames and was gone.

Draco stood in silence in the home of his ancestors. He looked around the cold room in wonder. This is where he belonged. How could he be destined to love the opposite of his element?

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