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A/N So I've been asked, numerous times, if I understand the languages I wrote. I know some French, more Spanish, but no Italian, Russian, or German. I had some very great help from a translator. Belive me though, it was no easy task. I had to spend hours trying to get the sentances to come out right in both languages. I didn't want to write something that was completely wrong. That being said, when translated, languages do not come out sounding entirely as intended. So for all of you who may know these languages, the translated version is written in proper English so it still has the effect needed.
So sadly, the truth is out, I don't know most of the languages I wrote. -sigh- I'd love to learn them now though; Russian sure looks interesting.
Thank you all, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Blood Is Thicker Than Tears
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Harry sat patiently, waiting for his brother to read out the news. It was likely something that would involve them putting their life on the line, once again. That's how it always was; there was never any good news coming in. He wasn't surprised that Dumbledore was keeping more from him; it was like an unwritten rule that anything worth knowing could not be shared with the person who needs to know it.
He was rather proud of Draco for sneaking into Hagrid's hut and copying out a version for them; Harry would've done it himself, had he been there. Part of him knew what was coming; another death defying mission. He briefly wondered if Hermione would be allowed to come along, or if she'd have to stay out. Since technically, whatever he was going to say, would involve them getting deeper into the coming War.
After Draco bugged them a few times, he finally read out the hidden information. His brow was furrowed and his mouth tight with annoyed concentration.
"Sir, we need to discuss a pressing matter. The dark side hangs above us more than ever before. We must meet in order to save the light side. He approaches when the time is dire; word is that Snape will be arriving at Hogwarts this weekend. The Order should stop his plans for Harry and Draco.
"Tobias Micauley has offered us his office for our meeting. Friday, when the moon is low, bring the spy. There is no more time, his plans must be known. We have news on the Weasley girl too; it is not good. There is a threat to the boys coming, news tells us of a new problem.
"Many lives are at risk, do not disappoint us by not showing. We know that your are completely behind Harry and Draco; we support them too. While we were not always helpful, these are important times. We must all band together during this time of War. The Ministry asks your assistance, the people ask for your help, I ask for your trust.
"Failure will not be seen. We will win this. We will be free of hate. The twins will defeat him. All light will fight together and all dark will die soon."
Just as Harry had presumed, the news was not only important, but concerned their lives. How unfair was it that to know their lives were in even more danger, they had to break into a friend's home and steal the information? The people that Harry was supposed to trust with his life were just as manipulative and secretive as anyone else.
Nobody cared to tell them that Ginny was a Death Eater until they figured it out on their own. Nobody informed Harry and Draco that they had a godmother, until she admitted it, but not until after they had gone snooping. Nobody informed Harry that he had a twin brother until Draco found out from the mother who died for him. And now they were keeping news of an unknown threat hidden from them.
Dumbledore may have just found out that afternoon, but he had seen them already, he could've told them he needed to speak to them privately. Now, the Headmaster would go off to meet with the Ministry and the Order and discuss what precautions would be taken to keep the unknowing twins safe. He couldn't let that happen; he wouldn't let them keep doing this from him.
Sighing, Draco dropped the papers. "At least we know they believe in us."
"Yeah," Harry said, nodding slowly. "But can we trust them?"
"You mean the Ministry?" Ron queried, his head cocked to one side.
Nodding, Harry leaned back in his chair. "Why do they have so much faith in us now? I know Scrimgeour's taken over, but still..."
"They know the War's coming, they have to pick a side," Hermione said. "They can't pick the Dark side, obviously. If they don't pick you two, then they'll look incapable when you win."
"So does that mean they actually believe we can do it, or are they just being safe?" Draco wondered.
"It's likely they're only being safe," Harry said, sighing. "If Voldemort won, they wouldn't have any power over anything anyway. But with us, they'll still have control in the end. By saying we're not good enough, they'll have to eat their words when we've won."
"So the bastard's are just covering their own arse's," Ron clarified, frowning. "Well, why the bloody hell should we help them do that?"
"Because if they support Harry and Draco then they might give them more leeway," Hermione explained. "With the Ministry on our side, kind of, they won't risk putting Harry and Draco away for anything. They'll allow more training of a high caliber, they won't be thrown away for using banned magic, and they can't really get into trouble."
"This could come in handy," Draco said, smiling mischievously.
Frowning, Hermione shook her head. "You'll both be working extremely hard though. I mean, constantly."
Harry had been preparing for this last fight for the last six years. He was dragged into it when he was only eleven. From Quirrel to Tom Riddle, a three headed dog to hundreds of spiders, a basilisk to Dementors; he's had no time to just relax. Even away from Hogwarts, he's forced to live with the annoying and rather cruel Dursley family. What was a few more months of training?
Harry shook his head. "So what are we doing then?" he asked.
"Bout what?" Ron asked.
Sighing, he looked around at them. "The meeting. We can't just ignore it."
"What can we do?" Hermione wondered. "Tobias Micauley lives in Hogsmeade."
"And we promised Falesha we wouldn't sneak out of Hogwarts anymore," Draco reminded.
"This time we won't get caught," Harry said, shrugging. "Look, we all heard what was written. Not only is their another threat to us, that no one will tell us about, but there's news concerning Ginny."
"Yeah," Ron said, nodding. "There's no way I'm not finding out what that is."
As utterly betrayed Harry couldn't help but feel he needed to know what information they had on Ginny. Be it good or bad; he had to know. Perhaps Dumbledore had been lying about her allegiance; maybe he didn't want to spoil her cover. It was highly unlikely and Harry couldn't help but believe that it wasn't true; Ginny is a Death Eater and there wasn't anything making the fact better.
"How do we get there?" Hermione asked, cocking her eyebrow.
"It'll be easier this time," Draco said, shrugging. "We can fly."
Hermione's eyes widened; she shook her head. "But-"
"You're not coming," he said seriously. Staring at her, he sighed. "This could be incredibly dangerous." Sighing, he shook his head. "You promised."
Clenching her jaw, she looked away. "Fine."
Ron and Harry watched in complete surprise. Harry was fairly sure that Hermione was going to put up a big fight. In fact, he was more than sure that she was going to be part of this war no matter what; promise or no promise. Alright, so this wasn't the War itself, but still, this was Hermione. She gave up without a fight; how incredibly inconceivable was that?
Sighing, Draco stared at her turned face, obviously upset that she was angry with them. "Hermione-"
"I said fine." She told him, annoyed. "I'll do the book work, you do the foot work." Standing up, she left the library quickly. Without even glancing back at them, or waving goodbye she pushed the door open, stewing in her private anger.
Ron snorted. "Have fun dealing with that later." He rolled his eyes, smirking.
With a sharp glare in his friends direction, Draco then turned to Harry. "So, we'll fly there Friday. He said when the moon was low, so we've got to be there before the rest show up. Early enough to hide somewhere safe. It'll be far too noticeable to fly back though, so we're going to use one of the many secret passages to get back."
"How do you know about those?" Ron wondered.
"I've snuck out a couple times," Draco said simply, shrugging.
"Being Wednesday, we don't have long to prepare," Harry told them.
"What can we really do?" Ron asked.
"Hermione said she thinks she might know where this Micauley fellow lives. Maybe we can get a layout of his house, that way we know where we can hide," Harry said. "We should check the passages tomorrow night, just to be sure there's no problems."
"What if Hermione doesn't want to help?" Ron queried.
"She said she'd do the book work," Harry said, a hint of concern in his voice. "I'm sure she will. Anyway, I doubt we can all fit beneath the invisibility cloak, so it's out. We're just going to have to be extremely quiet and very careful."
"That's settled then," Ron said, nodding.
"What if someone comes looking for us while we're gone?" Draco wondered.
"Like who?" Harry asked.
There weren't many people that came around them anymore. Everything was so busy lately, there wasn't much time to spend with other friends. Falesha would likely be at the meeting, so would Professor McGonagall. Hermione obviously knew where they were going to be and most other students would just assume they were with Hermione and Draco.
"Luna," Ron suggested. "Is she alright with you doing this?"
"I don't need her permission," Harry said, scowling.
They stared at him, disbelievingly.
"I'm telling her later," he said, glaring. "She won't mind."
Draco snickered, rolling his eyes.
"You're one to talk," Harry said, grimacing.
Turning annoyed eyes on him, Draco frowned. "Let's not go there."
"Fine," Harry said, sighing. "We'll meet in the Head Common Room Friday night."
After packing everything up, Harry waved his goodbye and began walking to the Astronomy Tower. He had asked Luna to meet him there earlier and though he was planning on changing out of his Quidditch gear, he just wanted to see her. Dragging his feet up the stairs, he didn't even knock before pushing the door open and walking inside. She was sitting on the window ledge, staring out at the sky, before she turned back to him, smiling lightly.
"Rough day?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
Crossing the room, she took his hand and led him to a couch some of some students had transfigured. Sitting down, she pulled his head onto her lap. Threading her fingers in his hair, she tried to make him relax. This had long ago become their ritual for when he had felt overwhelmed with living the life of The Harry Potter.
"I have to do something Friday," he told her, his eyes closing. Her hand stopped for a moment, worried, but then went back to running through his messy raven hair.
"Oh?" she asked, her voice sounding slightly concerned.
Nodding, he began to explain. "Draco, Ron, and I have to go off grounds-"
"Harry," she interrupted. "I thought you weren't going to be leaving Hogwarts anymore."
"I know. I didn't think I would be." Sitting up, he stared at her. "I need to do this though." Shaking his head, he licked his lips. "Look, this isn't as dangerous as breaking into the Manor or running into a Haunted House. At least it shouldn't be. We're going to Hogsmeade to listen in on a meeting between the Order and the Ministry. That's it."
"Is Hermione going?" she wondered.
Everyone saw Hermione as the smart one who kept the boys under control; the girl who kept them from getting themselves killed. Harry could admit that it was fairly true; she did keep them in line most of the time, and she had a strong hand in keeping them safe. However, he was strong enough to do this on his own, or at least with Ron and Draco. It wasn't like he was an invalid.
Looking away, he sighed. "No, but we're perfectly capable without her." Rolling his eyes, he snorted. "Alright, not perfectly capable, but I think we'll be alright."
"If you're sure, I'm not going to say anything to stop you," she said, slowly.
Smiling, he leaned in, kissing the side of mouth. "Thank you."
"Thank me properly," she said, chuckling. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she captured his mouth with hers.
Caught up in the sensation of Luna's kiss, all worries about anything seemed to leave his mind. Wrapping his arms around her back tightly, he ran his hands through her blonde hair. Her fingers tickled the back of his neck, causing him to smile slightly.
Pulling back, he pressed her forehead against his. "Promise you'll be safe?" she asked, staring into his eyes searchingly.
"Always," he told her. Kissing her once more, he leaned back and held her against his chest.
Draco sat on his bed, strumming the guitar he'd managed to sneak into the school a few years back. Though he wasn't about to admit it to anyone, he'd written a few songs and kept them hidden behind a picture of his mother. The lyrics and music sat in front of him now, not that he could actually forget how to play each one; he just liked having a safety net. Strumming the chords a few more times, he ran the lyrics through his mind.
He'd written a song while he was with Pansy; one that wasn't entirely about her, but about girls like her. He also had one just for his mom; he wrote it a few nights after her death and hadn't had the courage to look at it since. There were two written for Hermione, one that he planned on giving to her at Christmas. It seemed hard to believe that he had thought so far ahead, he somewhat regretted that now.
"What're you playing?" Hermione's voice queried from the doorway.
Stiffening, he opened his eyes and stared at her. Clearing his throat, he shook his head. "Nothing," he said, embarrassed.
Walking across the room, she crawled onto his bed. Smiling at him, amused, she looked down at the papers. "Did you write this?"
"What? No," he said, hurriedly. He reached out for them, but she snatched them from his grasp.
"Will you play it for me?" she asked, tipping her head.
Sighing, he looked away. "I don't think it's a good idea," he said, quietly.
"Come on, Draco. You said we'd be ourselves in private," she told him, swallowing. "You would've done it before."
Turning back to her, he shook his head. "Hermione-"
"Please?" she asked. "Share this with me."
Turning the guitar up against his chest, he began strumming the beautiful chords. Staring at her, he sighed. "I wrote this one recently," he admitted.
Nodding, she looked down at the paper
Strumming his guitar, he sang slowly, with a strong melodic sweetness. His guitar sounded warm and rather cheery at first. The words were anything but happy though, sounding more like a depressing goodbye.
"So there goes my life
Passing by with every goodbye sigh
It's been so long
Sometimes I wonder how I will stay strong
No sleep tonight
I'll keep on flying these dark endless skies
And as the moon fades
One more night gone, only twenty more days..."
His guitar picked up, becoming louder and more powerful. His voice broke through, sending chills down her back. For a moment, she thought she was swaying to his alarmingly beautiful voice.
"But I will see you again
I will see you again
A long time from now..."
The fraudulently cheery guitar riff continued on, making the song less sad. He sang with his head tipped to one side, his hazel eyes boring into hers with an overwhelming amount of emotion. His fingers ran over the chords effortlessly, every once in a while he'd close his eyes, melting into his own music. They opened again though, as he began to sing to her once more.
"And there goes my life
Passing by with every departing flight
And its been so hard
So much time so far apart
And she walks the night
How many hearts will die tonight?
And will things have changed?
I guess I'll find out in seventeen days..."
His voice raised a notch again, becoming more sweet and chilling at the same time. Even though she knew he was singing about how he'd be leaving her behind to fight the war, she couldn't help but be moved.
"But I will see you again
I will see you again
Along time from now..."
A small smile tugged at his beautiful lips. Sincerity dripped from his every word. Hermione had never felt so overcome with love before in her life. It made so much more sense now, why he had chosen what he had. He truly loved her, beyond any words he could say.
"My body aches,
and it hurts to sing,
and no one is moving
And I wish that I
weren't here tonight,
but this is my life..."
He sang a little louder now, his emotions getting the best of him, but adding more to the song. Making it more powerful and excruciatingly perfect.
"And I will see you again
I will see you again
Along time from now..."
Biting his lip for a second, he ended the song with the chorus once more. The beautiful words sounding like a promise she truly needed to hear.
"And I will see you again
I will see you againAlong time from now"
The last few strums of his guitar seemed to hang in the air dramatically.
Shuddering, she stared at him. "That was- It was-" Sighing, she tried to swallow the emotion in her throat and closed her eyes at her tears. "Beautiful," she told him. "Simply beautiful."
Nodding, he leaned back against his headboard. "I have another one," he told her. "One I was going to give you later," he admitted.
Opening her eyes, she tipped her head. "Really?"
Smiling, he nodded. "I wrote it a few weeks ago." Biting his lip, he looked down at his guitar for a minute. "Back when I didn't think you'd ever love me back. When you told me we'd always be friends."
"Sing it to me," she asked. Laying down on the bed, she turned her face up to watch him. Holding the guitar a little higher, he turned his face down to hers as he sang.
This song didn't sound as cheery as the last, the emotion was obvious in the fast and complicated strumming. His voice came out warmly, enveloping her completely.
"And I know its not to get away from me,
You just need a change of scenery,
So strange how everything went wrong so fast,
And I hope that this confusion does not last."
Staring into his eyes, she wanted nothing more than to kiss him. His mouth moved quickly, each word falling from it gracefully.
"These words might be, too little too late,
And I'm afraid that I have already lost you."
She shook her head imperceptibly at this line.
"Now three days equals eternity and this will be so hard
And I will long to hold you in my arms..."
His voice trailed off, echoing in her ears.
Staring at her pointedly, she tried to hid the wince at his next few lines. She knew he loved her; she never doubted that. But it felt like it had been so long since she'd heard him say it.
"And when you ask do you love me,
I should reply with yes most certainly,
And I always hesitate there's something lingering,
And I will try harder to be all that I can be..."
The music he was playing slowed to a different tune, becoming short and falling behind his voice. It picked up its pace, but couldn't override the emotion of his singing.
"These words might be, too little too late,
And I'm afraid that I have already lost you now
Three days equals eternity and this will be so hard,
And I will long to hold you in my arms..."
As he picked the last riff of the song, she almost felt as if her heart was beating along to it. He turned to his side, placing the guitar on the floor beside his bed. He had already dressed for bed, adorned in only satin green pajama pants. Pulling the blanket up and throwing it over his legs, he held the other side up for her. Crawling across the bed, she slipped beneath the covers.
Looking down at her clothes, she glanced at him. He was already looking through a mess of things on his floor. Finding the jersey, he passed it to her. Tugging her shirt over her head, she felt his hands reach out and help her. Holding the jersey above her head, Draco waited for her to slip her arms through the holes before pulling it down around her creamy, soft waist.
Leaning back, Hermione undid her pants, her eyes staying on Draco's. His fingers found the top button of her jeans, undoing it for her. Pulling the fabric down her legs, he slowly slipped them off. Tossing them behind him onto the ground, he stared at her with darkened eyes.
Hermione's hand reached up, cupping his cheek. Her fingers played with the ends of his hair, lightly brushing his face. Snuggling a little closer, she stared up into his eyes warmly. Pulling him down gently, she held his face a few millimeters above her mouth. Their gaze was locked on each others. He could feel her breath on his lips, causing him to shiver. One of his hands rested on the bed, beside her hip, while the other was holding him up, shakily
Tipping her chin up, Hermione brushed her lips against his in a sweet swoop of emotion. His eyes fell closed; his arm slipped, causing his body to become much closer to hers. Her tongue tangled with his, sending shivers throughout him. She lightly grazed her teeth over his lips. Her fingers ran through his hair, tickling him. Rolling over, he held her comfortably on top of him. Her legs sat on each side of him, one of her hands ventured down across his toned stomach.
Draco's hand slid up her warm thigh, slipping beneath the jersey and resting against her bare side. He relished in the sensation on her sweet skin. He could vaguely hear the warnings in his mind. He shouldn't be doing this; he shouldn't be having her, when he knew he'd have to push her away in public. This was only going to hurt her.
She pulled away, in need of air. Her mouth didn't stop however, making it's way down his face, across his neck and nipping lightly at the crevice where his shoulder and throat met. Her warm hands ran over his body, reminding him that he wanted this with her again. He wanted to have that night back, to make love to her and keep holding her afterwards. He didn't get that; the one night where it would've really mattered, had been shattered.
Running his hands through her hair, he brought her face up to his. "We can't do this," he told her softly.
She stared at him for a moment, before nodding. "I know," she told him.
Sliding her legs down, she placed the rest of her body against his. Turning her head, she rested it over his heart, listening to its fast beating. His hands run up and down her back, lulling her into sleep. Pulling the blankets around them tightly, he kissed her forehead.
One day, they'd have this and he wouldn't have any more worries. He'd hold her the whole night through, he'd keep her close and not have to be concerned about others. There would be no war and he could relish in his love for her. But tonight was not that night. That night would not come for some time yet. But he would have it; he vowed that nothing would stop him from having it. Having her.
The next morning at breakfast, Harry invited Draco to sit with them at the Gryffindor table. It seemed odd to have him outside of the group now. While they didn't talk about their coming plans for the next night, the enjoyed a light conversation about Quidditch, while Hermione looked over Ron's homework.
"We never did get that match," Ron reminded him.
Draco nodded. "That's right. How about Saturday then?"
"You're on," he said, grinning. "You might want to practice later."
Laughing, Draco shook his head. "No, that's you my friend. I have more skill than you and my brother put together."
"Hah!" Harry said, rolling his eyes. "All that ego for nothing, what do you do with it all?"
"Throw it in your face," Draco replied, smirking.
"I-"
"Attention students of Hogwarts," Dumbledore's voice rang out, catching everybody off guard. "I realize now that certain events have gone unnoticed." Sighing, he looked around at them all. "It has been very busy lately, what with the many unexpected events occurring. I truly regret to inform you of the very sad passing of a very loved student here at Hogwarts. A memorial will be held this afternoon for Blaise Zabini." He said his name loudly, proudly. "I ask that you all bare with me and accept my deepest apologies at not having done this sooner. All of you who will be attending are allowed to leave class for the ceremony."
Draco swallowed, realizing what was coming. Turning his head, he looked over to Hermione who had visibly paled. Harry and Ron had fallen quiet, their faces stoic. The Great Hall fell into silence, each person taking a moment to show their sadness at the news. Before long, people had gone back to eating, the conversation had ended though. No one feeling up to talking any longer.
Classes seemed to go by quickly; too fast for Draco to really absorb anything. Before long, he was standing in his room, dressing for a memorial. His black pants and white shirt made him look more pale, but he didn't much care. His hands fiddled with his tie, he wasn't paying enough attention to get it right. Hermione walked up to him, removing his hands and doing it for him. She had worn a long black dress, reaching to mid-calf. Her hair was pulled off her face and put back.
Taking his hand, they walked into the Common Room, finding Ron and Harry tugging at their ties. Nodding to each other silently, they walked down to the Great Hall. They had taken seats at the front, feeling as if they were the only ones who were really mourning for the boy who had given his life up for them. The Hall was packed with students from all years and Houses. Blaise wasn't exactly the nicest boy to most of them, but he was nicer than most.
Dumbledore stood at the front, his head bowed for a moment. "Blaise Marcus Zabini attended Hogwarts for six long and productive years. He was an intelligent and articulate young man. I regret now, that I did not have the chance to get to know him as well I might have. During his years here, he was able to show me his bright intelligence and never waning confidence. I can say, with full truth, that he died with strong bravery and lasting courage." Clearing his throat, he looked around the Hall. "I will now ask that his best friend, Draco, come up here to say a few words."
Hermione squeezed his hand for support; rubbing his thumb over her palm, he let her go and walked to the front. Clearing his throat, he stared out at his peers. "Half the time, it feels like it's been so long since he died. And sometimes, it feels like it just happened. One minute, he was right there in front of me, trying to be a good person, and the next, he's falling to the floor." Stopping, he begged the painful tightening of his throat to stop.
Clenching and releasing his jaw, he tried to smile. "Blaise was one of the funniest guys I'd ever known," he told them. "He could light up a room with a few short words."
Sighing, he clenched his jaw. "I knew him since I was five years old. We grew up together, probably not in the best environment," he admitted. "He used to throw rocks at kids just for looking at him." He chuckled slightly. "I'm sure a lot of you are wondering why I'm not saying that he was the nicest kid I'd ever met. Truth is, he wasn't."
He smirked slightly. "He could be cruel and downright mean. And you know what? He wouldn't gasp at those words, like some of you just did. Blaise was... Blaise. He loved being important. He loved knowing that people did what he told them to."
Swallowing he shook his head. "But he wasn't selfish. He may have been arrogant and overly confident. Maybe even a little cocky at times, but he wasn't selfish. Blaise died like Professor Dumbledore said. He died admirably, and courageously. He died for a cause and he would want to be remembered for that."
Licking his lips, he stared out at them. "Most of you didn't know Blaise. Those of you who did, didn't truly know him. There are things about him, that none of you could ever comprehend; things that he only shared with me."
Blinking a few times, he sighed. "Blaise Zabini was the best friend I'd ever had. He kept me on my toes and told me the truth when I didn't want to hear it. He was incredibly at Quidditch and he loved more girls than I could count." He smiled, lightly.
Crossing his arms, he gritted his teeth. "I'll miss him for the rest of my life. And I promise I will return the favor for him. There is nothing that will stop me from destroying that which killed him." He promised, with completely honesty and seriousness.
Stepping down from the front, Draco took his seat beside Hermione. Her hand clutched at his; he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close comfortingly. While everyone took a moment to mourn the boy who had been killed in a way no one had been informed of, Draco noticed Hagrid and a few other professors talking to Dumbledore with worried expressions.
Stepping up to the front, Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I had no intentions of doing this here and now, however, I'm afraid that there is some information all students must hear. The staff of Hogwarts is currently trying to find the following students: Pansy Parkinson, Ginevra Weasley, Millicent Bulstrode, Parvati Patil, and Casey Seater. If you have any information as to where any of these girls may be, I ask that you inform a professor immediatly." His voice was urgent and laced with a hint of worry.
Turning to each other, the four friends swallowed their angry emotions. The young Death Eaters must've found out their covers were blown and were now nowhere to be found. Since it was likely they were still in the school, it was obvious that it was now incredibly dangerous to be in Hogwarts, once again.
A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm glad some of you aren't ditching me for the summer, lol. Please review, it's always appreciated. I should have another chapter up very soon. Thank you all.
Also, the songs were actually by Dallas Green of City and Colour. -Amanda