Notes/ Shoutouts/ Prizes! (coming soon!) ~
Chasing Maybe ~ Thanx a lot
Citree ~ Did you ever doubt my love of torture?? ;p
Arial ~ I dunno, there may be a little Hermione/Draco/Harry/Ron love quadrangle. I just don't know, but I'll see what happens
Vicki ~ I'm glad. Draco's so hot that it sux that he's bad :(
Shadow Maiden ~ I know, a little suspicious dontcha think??
Scholchomp1 ~ Maybe he's a mole…you never can tell.
(I know, really cryptic and corny, but I want to keep my secrets, well… secret) ;)
Also, I'm going to award special (not REAL) prizes to the people who review the most…so his that button!
Fran ~ I'm glad you like it :)
Alexa ~ Hermione is not ugly! (well, maybe, but that's not the point) Being a pygmy might not be a bad thing…or it could be the worst curse ever (who knows??) (well, I do, but you don't (yet)) thanx for the review :)
The week went by with everyone getting more and more agitated. Hermione was always in someone's company, mostly Draco's. They found that spending time together was not just to escape boredom and to protect Hermione, but fun as well. They played a lot of muggle board games, like Monopoly and Sorry!. Madame Pomfrey had a non magical daughter that had grow out of these games, so Draco, Hermione, and sometimes Rom and Harry, played and laughed at each others stupidity. They were playing Monopoly and Hermione had put three hotels on Boardwalk. Draco, unfortunately, landed on it.
"Let's see, that's Boardwalk with three hotels…it comes to $1,255. Pay up!" she grinned triumphantly.
"Bloody hell" he cursed and threw down his money. He stormed out without a backwards glance. Hermione, Ron, and Harry shared an uneasy glance. They decided to let him cool off.
Draco stormed up to his room and tried not to look at the letter. It had the Malfoy Crest on it- broken- and Draco eyed it evilly. He knew his father knew he had received it. All his father's letters were magical, and he'd know that his son had opened it. Draco thought more than once about trying to burn it.
"Christ!" he spat at his letter, "Why is my father such and arrogant, evil,…" more words failed him. He had already called his father every mean thing he could think of, but the letter still sat there, taunting him, toying with him. It was driving him insane. If he didn't carry out his father's wishes soon, Luscious Malfoy would come and do it himself. Then he would make sure his son never disobeyed him again. His father loved corporal punishment, and spared his son no expense. He knew the letter by heart; he had read it so many times. He began reciting the letter in a cold, harsh voice. Like his father's.
"Dear Draco. I'm glad you've taken an interest in my work. By now that little simpering mudblood has started transforming and the amulet will need to be planted. There is a small stone enclosed, ready to be placed somewhere in her living quarters. Then it must stay there until her eyes turn red. If her eyed don't start to turn pink after a week, move the amulet to another location. If her eyes start to turn amber, bring her to me. I put this task to you, my son, in hopes that one day you will be the heir to the dark lord. Luscious Malfoy" in a sudden fit of anger he threw the parchment into the blazing fire. It sizzled and popped and made the fire green. The more he thought of what his father was asking him to do, the more he hated himself. In another fit of anger, he slammed his fist into what he thought was the wall, but turned out to be a window instead. The glass imbedded itself into his ivory skin and pain seared through his whole arm. He didn't scream or cry; he just calmly picked the worst glass out and went up to the infirmary. Hermione was sitting alone (the boys had left already), writing in a red leather-bound journal. She gasped when she saw Draco's arm. Madame Pomfrey fixed in no time, and all that was left were a few light scars.
"I can't get rid of scars, I'm sorry. They'll be there forever, I'm afraid" she apologized. By now his anger had subsided quite a bit and he saw the genuine kindness in the woman's face.
"It's okay. It'll remind me never to stick my hand through glass again." He joked. Hermione smiled at him, and he smiled back. Stupid Idiot! his brain screamed at him. Don't get too close, or its your neck his rational mind told him, but he followed Hermione and sat on the bed next to her. She picked up his hand and ran her fingers lightly over the scars.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, gingerly examining the biggest scars.
"Not really, just a slight sting. But it hurt like hell when I rammed my hand into the glass"
"Why did you?" she asked carefully, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
"Nothing, just my dad. Grades and stuff like that."
"If you need some more study time, I'd be happy to tutor you," she said. NO! Warning, Warning. Danger Will Robinson! his brain screamed. Heb thought for a second. A beautiful girl wants to spend time with you and genuinely cares about you (maybe). Are you a prat?? SAY YES
"Okay. I have to warn you though, it's in arithmancy" he made a face. She laughed. He enjoyed the sound of her laugh, and he wanted to hear more of it. He jumped on top of her and started tickling her mercilessly. She shrieked and tried to get out of his grasp, but he used his strength and weight to keep her in place.
"Stop!" she giggled, trying to wiggle away, "please!" she laughed again. He did stop, eventually. She playfully hit him on the arm.
"That was a really low blow, Draco" she grinned. He looked at the big grandfather clock at the other end of the infirmary. It was striking 9:00 and he still had homework to do.
"I'll come by tomorrow with my arithmancy homework, if that's okay" she nodded.
"I wouldn't mind in the least." Then he did something he had never done before. He took her hand and got down on one knee.
"Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, his help to crave and my dear hap to tell." He bowed his head to kiss her hand.
"That was beautiful. I didn't know you knew Shakespeare"
"There's a lot you don't know" he smiled "but I'll tell you if you want to know," he promised. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, then left the infirmary in much better spirits that he had entered in
Chasing Maybe ~ Thanx a lot
Citree ~ Did you ever doubt my love of torture?? ;p
Arial ~ I dunno, there may be a little Hermione/Draco/Harry/Ron love quadrangle. I just don't know, but I'll see what happens
Vicki ~ I'm glad. Draco's so hot that it sux that he's bad :(
Shadow Maiden ~ I know, a little suspicious dontcha think??
Scholchomp1 ~ Maybe he's a mole…you never can tell.
(I know, really cryptic and corny, but I want to keep my secrets, well… secret) ;)
Also, I'm going to award special (not REAL) prizes to the people who review the most…so his that button!
Fran ~ I'm glad you like it :)
Alexa ~ Hermione is not ugly! (well, maybe, but that's not the point) Being a pygmy might not be a bad thing…or it could be the worst curse ever (who knows??) (well, I do, but you don't (yet)) thanx for the review :)
The week went by with everyone getting more and more agitated. Hermione was always in someone's company, mostly Draco's. They found that spending time together was not just to escape boredom and to protect Hermione, but fun as well. They played a lot of muggle board games, like Monopoly and Sorry!. Madame Pomfrey had a non magical daughter that had grow out of these games, so Draco, Hermione, and sometimes Rom and Harry, played and laughed at each others stupidity. They were playing Monopoly and Hermione had put three hotels on Boardwalk. Draco, unfortunately, landed on it.
"Let's see, that's Boardwalk with three hotels…it comes to $1,255. Pay up!" she grinned triumphantly.
"Bloody hell" he cursed and threw down his money. He stormed out without a backwards glance. Hermione, Ron, and Harry shared an uneasy glance. They decided to let him cool off.
Draco stormed up to his room and tried not to look at the letter. It had the Malfoy Crest on it- broken- and Draco eyed it evilly. He knew his father knew he had received it. All his father's letters were magical, and he'd know that his son had opened it. Draco thought more than once about trying to burn it.
"Christ!" he spat at his letter, "Why is my father such and arrogant, evil,…" more words failed him. He had already called his father every mean thing he could think of, but the letter still sat there, taunting him, toying with him. It was driving him insane. If he didn't carry out his father's wishes soon, Luscious Malfoy would come and do it himself. Then he would make sure his son never disobeyed him again. His father loved corporal punishment, and spared his son no expense. He knew the letter by heart; he had read it so many times. He began reciting the letter in a cold, harsh voice. Like his father's.
"Dear Draco. I'm glad you've taken an interest in my work. By now that little simpering mudblood has started transforming and the amulet will need to be planted. There is a small stone enclosed, ready to be placed somewhere in her living quarters. Then it must stay there until her eyes turn red. If her eyed don't start to turn pink after a week, move the amulet to another location. If her eyes start to turn amber, bring her to me. I put this task to you, my son, in hopes that one day you will be the heir to the dark lord. Luscious Malfoy" in a sudden fit of anger he threw the parchment into the blazing fire. It sizzled and popped and made the fire green. The more he thought of what his father was asking him to do, the more he hated himself. In another fit of anger, he slammed his fist into what he thought was the wall, but turned out to be a window instead. The glass imbedded itself into his ivory skin and pain seared through his whole arm. He didn't scream or cry; he just calmly picked the worst glass out and went up to the infirmary. Hermione was sitting alone (the boys had left already), writing in a red leather-bound journal. She gasped when she saw Draco's arm. Madame Pomfrey fixed in no time, and all that was left were a few light scars.
"I can't get rid of scars, I'm sorry. They'll be there forever, I'm afraid" she apologized. By now his anger had subsided quite a bit and he saw the genuine kindness in the woman's face.
"It's okay. It'll remind me never to stick my hand through glass again." He joked. Hermione smiled at him, and he smiled back. Stupid Idiot! his brain screamed at him. Don't get too close, or its your neck his rational mind told him, but he followed Hermione and sat on the bed next to her. She picked up his hand and ran her fingers lightly over the scars.
"Does it hurt?" she asked, gingerly examining the biggest scars.
"Not really, just a slight sting. But it hurt like hell when I rammed my hand into the glass"
"Why did you?" she asked carefully, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
"Nothing, just my dad. Grades and stuff like that."
"If you need some more study time, I'd be happy to tutor you," she said. NO! Warning, Warning. Danger Will Robinson! his brain screamed. Heb thought for a second. A beautiful girl wants to spend time with you and genuinely cares about you (maybe). Are you a prat?? SAY YES
"Okay. I have to warn you though, it's in arithmancy" he made a face. She laughed. He enjoyed the sound of her laugh, and he wanted to hear more of it. He jumped on top of her and started tickling her mercilessly. She shrieked and tried to get out of his grasp, but he used his strength and weight to keep her in place.
"Stop!" she giggled, trying to wiggle away, "please!" she laughed again. He did stop, eventually. She playfully hit him on the arm.
"That was a really low blow, Draco" she grinned. He looked at the big grandfather clock at the other end of the infirmary. It was striking 9:00 and he still had homework to do.
"I'll come by tomorrow with my arithmancy homework, if that's okay" she nodded.
"I wouldn't mind in the least." Then he did something he had never done before. He took her hand and got down on one knee.
"Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest. Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, his help to crave and my dear hap to tell." He bowed his head to kiss her hand.
"That was beautiful. I didn't know you knew Shakespeare"
"There's a lot you don't know" he smiled "but I'll tell you if you want to know," he promised. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, then left the infirmary in much better spirits that he had entered in
