Chapter 21 Godric Hallows
Authors Note: So, like I wanted you guys to not expect what was going to happen in this chapter and I think I got it right. But the next chapter will be the torture chapter. So, get ready for that. But anyways enjoy!
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The familiar darkness consumed their eyes as their feet left the ground and then began to spin. It wasn't until their feet touched ground their vision returned and the queasy feeling in their stomachs left.
"Harry I think it's Christmas eve." By the graveyard, they were currently standing in a small church full of life and noise rang through their ears. Hermione never really noticed how many days have gone by till now. She only knew it was cold outside which meant winter.
"Let's just look for my parents."
Harry went to the back while Hermione started in the front. A large horizontal tomb caught her attention. She started to remove the snow when that strange symbol was engraved just under the name. "Peverell … hey Harry!"
She turned around to see him standing in front of a small grave. Quickly she walked over, created some flowers, and took Harry's hand within hers.
"Thanks."
"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. What do you think that means?"
"No idea. But I know one thing. Their counting on me. I have to win this war."
The pair walked hand in hand to the small corner of magical houses. They stopped in front of the destroyed weed covered house Harry could have called home.
"Harry I'm so sorry."
"It's fine." His hand however tightened within hers.
"Harry I think someone is watching us." They turned around to find a foul-smelling woman who could pass as a hundred years old.
"That's Bathilda Bagshot. Dumbledore told me about her. She could have the sword!" Hermione reluctantly followed as Harry pulled her into the direction Bathilda was walking.
Upon entering the house the horrid smell of the women only grew. Possibly to an unbearable state. The house was dark expect for the few candles lite. Bookshelves were filled but everything contained dust. Almost has if no one has been living here. Harry went upstairs with the women while Hermione snooped around.
She found tons of wizarding books, along with the book written by Rita Skeeter on Dumbledore. Next, she found a single muggle photo of a blonde teenage boy. After another scan of the room she began to walk down a hallway when the smell was only getting stronger. She slowly pushed open the last door and was shocked speechless. The floor, wall., and ceiling was painted in blood. Furniture was broken and bugs were infesting on certain spots of the filth. "Harry!"
Hermione quickly ran upstairs. Screams were coming from the room and she rushed in. Wand raised, slamming open the door. Her eyes met a broken wall, hurt Harry, and huge snake. Quickly she aimed her wand and shot. "Stupefy!" The snake was hit clear in the scales and fell through a hole in the floor. Hermione and Harry both let out a breath, thinking they were safe. Suddenly the snake shot from the ground and was lunching towards them. "Expulso!" Hermione's eyes flashed to black as her spell hit a wall, fired into Harry's wand, then bounced back and hit the snake. She looked at Harry's wand in terror before grabbing it and him. The darkness and queasiness consumed then as they landed safely back in the tent.
She quickly dragged Harry onto a bed as he looked into her eyes with terror.
"Your … your eyes are black!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." She began to heal his wounds as he lost conciseness.
Hours later she was sitting in the snow reading a book, keeping guard when Harry slowly approached her. "Hermione where's my wand?"
She slowly pulled a cloth form behind her. "Harry I'm so sorry. I tried to fix it but sometimes it just doesn't work." She quickly unfolded the cloth and showed the wand now in three pieces.
She watched as his face fell but none the less he grabbed the pieces. "You did your best." He sat down in the snow beside her. She shared some of her blanket with him.
"Hermione after we got back … your eyes were black."
Hermione tried not to show any reaction. But in reality, she stopped breathing the chilling air and her eyes began to wander on her page. As if they were looking for an answer that would never be there. "Yes, they were."
"But why?"
Hermione didn't want to tell Harry the truth. But she didn't want to lie. What would he think about her being Draco Malfoys mate? Bonded for life. "Well um sometimes it happens when I'm feeling a strong emotion." That wasn't totally a lie.
"But like is it a curse or like a creature thing?"
"I'm going to try and get some sleep. Here take my wand and keep guard." Hermione stood up with her book and quickly went inside.
She set her book down and flopped onto her bed. Quickly her exhaustion caught up with her and she was out in a flash.
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Draco woke up feeling horrible. Every step he took drained the little energy he had left. His while body ached and if possible his skin looked paler and his eyes looked dead. They no longer held that sparkle or better than you shine. But his heart hurt most of all. Almost as if every beat was too much to handle and it just wanted to stop.
Draco was trying to slowly make his way down the stairs when he ended up just falling all together. "Bloody hell!"
Quickly Narcissa came around the corner, about to scorn Draco until she realized he had fallen. "Oh honey, such foul language, but what happened?" She rushed over, helping him up and bringing him to the closest chair.
"I don't know. I just feel horrible. It was a struggle to walk." The change in his mother's expression scared him dearly.
"What do you mean?" She was searching his eyes frantically.
"I'm just tired. That's all." His hands were gripping the arms of his chair with some of the only strength he had left.
"Like not enough sleep?" Her hands were on his face.
"No like everything hurts. Arms, legs, everything. But most of all my heart feels like it's going to stop. I feel like I could just die right here."
Horror passed over Narcissa's face as she began levitating the chair up the chairs. "You mister are staying in bed all day."
"Mother what are you doing!"
"Draco I swear if you are anything but in the bed when I get there, you are going to get it!"
Narcissa ran off to the owlery as her son gave a huff but continued to sit in the moving chair. Right when Narcissa entered the owlery she quickly scrambled a note before finding Lyra.
Dear Hermione,
It has happened. Sooner than expected. Draco woke up completely sick and weak this morning. The time without you has finally caught up to him. In a few days, he will die unless you come. Please Hermione. This is not a trick. Inside this letter, I have included a picture of the Manor. Draco, myself, and the house elves are the only ones here. The Dark Lord and his followers are on a mission. Apparate here at seven tonight. Please don't let him die.
Narcissa Malfoy
She quickly tied the letter to Lyra's foot and told him it was an urgent message. Next she ran to Draco's room.
"Good you're in bed."
"Well I'd rather not get cursed for not being."
"That's my boy."
A moment of silence passed before Draco was filled with fear and looked into his mother's eyes. "Mother what is happening to me?"
Narcissa walked up to Draco and kissed his sweating forehead. "Everything will be okay soon. I promise."
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Two hours later Lyra came swooping into the tent and landed right in front of the sleeping Hermione. The first time the said owl came she sent it away after reading the letter. Suddenly a soft but annoying pain kept happening in her arm. She opened her eyes before practically leaping back from the shock. When she opened her eyes, she saw a huge but beautiful owl staring at her with curiosity. She grabbed the letter and began to read it lazily before jumping out of bed. Her worry for Draco and his health increased by one hundred percent since reading the letter.
She truly didn't believe it was a trap. The writing was identical to the previous letter. And Hermione knew about the love between Draco and his mother. In her last letter, she seemed happy that Hermione was his mate. In this new letter, she seemed desperate. There were tear marks affecting the elegant writing that Hermione couldn't ignore. She would go at seven.
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With thirty minutes to go she was standing in front of a mirror she transfigured, she kept running her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it. Next, she continued to try and smooth out her sweater and jeans. Finally giving up on her appearance she went to find Harry who was keeping guard.
"Hey Harry?"
"Hmm." He was leaning against a tree with a blanket wrapped around his legs.
"I was going to go and get some food. You know for the next couple of days. Will you be okay here without a wand?" That was the number one thing Hermione was afraid of. Leaving Harry defenseless.
"I'll be fine. Could you try and find some chocolate?" Hermione hesitated. "Honestly Hermione. I'll be fine. The enchantments you put up are fantastic."
"Okay." She kissed Harry on the cheek before disappearing on the spot.
She studied the picture for a long time. So, when her eyes opened to reveal the massive gate and beautiful white Manor she out of a breath of relief. She was so afraid of ending up in a random place like a field or a zoo.
"You came!" Narcissa emerged from the shadows and flung herself onto Hermione. The hug felt strange to her. It reminded her so much of her mother which she missed dearly. So, she clung on as tight as Narcissa was.
"How is Draco?"
"I'm afraid he's not doing so well. But hopefully with you here things will get better. Thank you so much for not letting him die."
"You don't care that I'm muggleborn?"
"Oh, honey no! You and Draco will have a rough ride but you have all my support."
Overwhelmed with emotion Hermione hugged Narcissa one more time. "Thank you."
Narcissa placed her hands cupping Hermione's cheeks. "You should never be ashamed of where you come from. Now Draco is inside there. Off you go." Narcissa dropped her hands and walked away as Hermione gave a small nod.
She stood in front of the door. Gripping the handle and trying to steady her breathing. This was really happening. Draco was on the other side of the door. She slowly pushed it open. Crossing the broader that separated them. She softly closed it behind her and leant against it for support. Draco was sleeping with his exposed back facing her. He was curled up in a small ball she couldn't help but smile at. His hair similar to Harry's was sticking up in all different places from the pillow.
Either awaken from the noise or not really sleeping he turned towards the door. He slowly opened his eyes to see a blurry figure forming. "Hermione! What are you doing here!" He tried to get out of bed and approach her but upon taking the first step he howled in pain and feel back onto the bed.
Hermione took a few steps forward from the door. "Your mother sent me a letter."
Draco let out a huff as he carefully tried to reposition himself in the bed without causing any more pain. "How long have you known?"
Knowing this was real. Knowing what Draco was, she came and sat on the bed, next to his hurt form. "Well it wasn't until September that I made the Veela connection, but it wasn't until the day at the Ministry I learned that it was you.
"Bookworm."
"Hey! You have no proof that I researched it."
Draco let a small smile play on his sweating face. "I know you to well for that."
Draco sat up against the bed post. He reached for Hermione, planning on pulling her against him, but stopped at the last second. Hermione seeing his movements decided to move back and rest next to him on the head board. "Draco that's the problem. You know so much about me but I don't remember anything about you. Or what happened between us."
"Hermione I had to. If you knew everything and someone found out, you would be in so much danger. Almost as wanted as Potter."
"I know but could you tell me about us?" He quirked an eyebrow as his arms slid around her waist. Pulling her completely against him. "Everything."
Draco was glad to be retelling their story. He would have showed them to her but this would have to do. He began with the friendship they formed. Moved on to the Christmas party where he punched McLaggen and revealed his dark mark. Then their prank war during the winter break and the famous yet amazing first kiss. The nights they had in the Room of Requirements. Almost all the conversations they had together. Than he moved on to the Vanishing Cabinet and mission he was given. He told Hermione how she reacted and her thoughts on the matter. Finally, he moved on to the heated moment she allowed him to bite her and the obliviating that happened soon after.
"Did you really punch McLaggen?"
"Wasn't one of my best moments but yes."
Hermione sat there amazed, in Draco's arms. She had forgotten so much. But one thing kept nagging her. "Draco did we … um … have sex?"
Draco let out a monstrous laugh as he pulled Hermione closer. From her touch, it was like the light within him relite and everything was heating back up. His eyes danced with love and lust and his skin returned with the light pink tinge. Hermione was just so innocent. "No, we did not. But sometimes you got a little naughty." He let out another laugh at her shocked expression.
"Draco Malfoy, you take that back! I am not naughty!" She was playfully hitting him on the arm as her eyes burned with passion.
"Do I have to remind you with what happened after I bite you?"
A pink blush spread along her cheeks. "Oh, please do remind me." The lust in Hermione's voice startled him. She quickly spun over and ended up on top of Draco. Her legs over his. She lowered her head and kissed him with such passion. He let out a low whimper and she pulled back in surprise. "Am I hurting you?"
Upon seeing her black eyes, it was as if a gust of wind blew the energy into his every pore and he flipped over. So her back was touching the silk sheets and his body was hovering over hers. But their lips were connected as if it was the most nature think in the world.
"Draco."
"Mhm." He was kissing her neck and softly nibbling on the tinder piece of skin he once marked. Just seeing it sent a thrill through his body.
"We have only done stage one of the mating ritual. So, what if we do stage two?"
Draco looked deep within her black eyes. He was feeling so many emotions. Love, lust, pleasure, joy, and excitement.
After some movement, Hermione was on top of Draco. Kissing him on the neck while his hands roamed down her back side.
Suddenly a pain shot through Hermione's mouth and she bite down hard on Draco's neck. Knowing she had fangs. He let out a rigid breath and a moan before gripping her tighter. Her body was lying flat against his. The raw emotion that washes over you is truly amazing and a once in a life time experience. He quickly went back to kissing her as she pulled away from his neck.
An hour later they were both lying in bed. Draco's arms were wrapped tightly around her waist as she slowly tranced the faint scars on his chest.
"I have to go."
"I know." His arms however grew tighter. She flipped on top of him and gave him one more passionate kiss. His hands slipped into the butt pockets of her jeans. She kept her eyes closed as she kissed him.
"Please be careful." With every word her soft slightly swollen baby pick lips touched his.
"I love you." Her black eyes finally flashed open to meet his.
"I love you too." With that she was gone and it pained Draco not knowing the next time he would see her.
Authors note: So, I can't update until next weekend but that chapter will be the Malfoy Manor one! So, if anyone has any ideas or suggestions please do tell. I want the chapter to be really good and everything you guys want.