As Draco crept into the room, he smiled. This was easier then he thought it would be. Since she had brought her attention to the ball, she hadn't noticed that he had left the door partly open and unlocked. All the better for him.
When he reached the desk and pulled out the drawer, he felt a sudden drop in his stomach. It wasn't there. The Chore Ball wasn't there. That might make it a little bit more difficult. The only other place that he thought she would have it would be in her room. Looking around him, he noticed there were two doors besides the one he had entered through.
Creeping silently over to the first, he twisted the handle slightly. Poking his head around the corner, he saw that this was a private kitchen. The tiling was blue, and it was fairly modern looking. Shrugging off the idea off getting a sandwich, he closed the door and went to the next one.
This one held better results. There she was, sleeping away on her feather bed, while he only had a small one by his potions room. On the nightstand by the bed sat his prize. It was all most hidden in the dark, but he could see the bands of color faintly. Silently, he made his way to the bed.
Looking down at her, he sighed a soundless sigh. She had become more beautiful then Draco could remember from his school days. Her hair had straightened out, and was about down to the small of her back. Her lips were like tiny rosebuds, and when she opened her mouth, he saw that her teeth were just the right sized.
His hand reached out for the ball, but missed, hitting the table itself. He scrunched his face up in pain, and thought of something else. Hermione. Sitting at the end of the bed, holding his throbbing hand, he stared at her.
As Hermione opened her eyes slightly, she noticed first that her light had been turned on. Then she saw the person sitting at the end of her bed. His purple eyes were looking her up and down, and as they caught hers, he smiled.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" she asked, pulling her blankets up around her. As he moved closer to her, she felt his hand on her arm. It was smooth, and she shivered slightly.
"Your trembling, what's wrong?" he asked suddenly, his voice wavering. She sighed and closed her eyes. All she could hear was her shallow breath, and his soft humming. Then the next second, she felt his lips press against her open mouth, and his tounge rubbing against her teeth. She forced her eyes open, and saw that he was now right in front of her, his arms on her shoulders.
"Nothing now," she said, pulling away from him. He stood up, and stood, looking at her. As he smiled, she saw his hands fly to the buttons on his shirt. His pale face was drawn up in a grin as he threw it to the side and started on his pants. Tugging them off, he revealed a pair of green and gold boxers, with snakes that flit their tongues out. Giggling, Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed.
*~*
Picking at her eggs, Hermione glanced at Draco out of the corner of her eye. He was chatting with Professor Renold Leftson, teacher of Herbology. They seemed to be talking about a form of plant that worked well in love potions. Hermione's face turned red, and she took another bite of pancakes.
Nudging her in the side, Draco pointed at they syrup. "Pass the condom…er…. condiment," he said, his face growing redder by the second. Hermione had taken enough from him. Jumping out of her seat, she slapped him squarely on the cheek.
"How dare you!" she screamed, ignoring the staring students around her. He had no right to embarrass her like that! She had every right to fire him for this, but resisted the temptation. She needed him to teach. He was a very good Potions Master, and she was lucky to have him. If her very job hadn't been on the line, he would never had even been thought of to teach.
"I'm sorry Herm," he said, staring at her. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, judging her. This was going to be talked about for quite awhile.
"Sorry? Sorry! How sorry can you be, you worthless man!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, then stormed out of the room into a side hallway. When she got beyond the door, she broke down in tears. Why was all of this happening to her?
"Alex, could you pass the syrup?" Pernia asked, barely glancing up at the commotion at the teacher's table. Headmistress Granger had just stormed out of the room, and Professor Malfoy was sitting there, rubbing his cheek. It had brought the entire hall to silence, but now that it was over, the breakfast discussions had started again.
"Hmm… oh, sure," he said, absently. Alex wasn't exactly the talkative type, but he was nice enough, and he was in her house.
"Do you know what's going on?" she asked, pointing up at the teachers' table. Professor Malfoy had gotten up and left after the Headmistress, leaving the rest of the teachers whispering to themselves. But Pernia just shook her head and got up. She had Herbology first, and she didn't want to be late. "Come on, Greenhouse One."
"Yea," he replied, grabbing his bag. He walked along side her, opening his mouth a few times as if he wanted to speak, but then closed it right away. She smiled and grabbed his hand and started running towards the doors. His eyes widened from shock, but went along with her, picking up his pace.
"So, are you mixed blood or pure?" she asked, looking at him. He smiled and chatted with her, and they walked past the greenhouse before they realized where they were.
A field lay before him; it's tall grasses swaying gently in the wind. Running through it, he felt the tips of the grass brush on his arms, tickling him slightly. Looking up, he saw a large castle looming over him, casting its shadows. Cold suddenly swept over him and he shivered, but still ran towards the immense structure overhead.
A sudden voice echoed in his mind. "Come Child of Time." He shook his head as he reached the door, then pushed it open. Blackness was all he saw, but he took a step foreword, eyes squeezed tightly shut. The sudden thud of the door behind him was the only sound that he heard besides his own shallow breath. Then, a soft humming sound.
Opening his eyes, he saw a woman, outlined in light. She was holding out his hand, and he reached for it, his actions being controlled by some strange force. She was smiling, and looking down at him.
"My Child of Time, you are the future," she sighed, and then a bright light over took him. A sharp noise rang through his mind. As he fell to his knees, he covered his ears to stop the noise, but to no use. Every thing went black.
Sitting straight up in bed, Alex's eyes were wide open. That dream had seemed so real! As he shook his head, he recalled the whole dream. Child of Time... so it was true. The time had come.
As Pernia sat in Transfiguration, blankly copying notes onto a parchment, she thought about Alex. He had been acting oddly all day, and she was worried.
Looking at the seat beside her, she saw him looking up at the ceiling, his parchment empty. If he thinks he can just copy my notes, he has another thing coming...
A sudden rap at the door snapped her attention back. The witch teaching class opened the door, and Headmistress Granger stepped in, scanning the room quickly. When her eyes fell on Pernia, she whispered to the professor, and then walked out again.
"Pernia, the Headmistress wishes to speak with you," she said, turning back to the board, chalk in hand. Pernia looked at Alex and shrugged at him, then walk out the door. Professor Granger was standing there.
"My office, follow me," she said, then turned and started walking. Pernia had to almost jog to keep up with her long strides, but she managed, and they reached her office in a few moments. "Come in."
As they stepped through the door, Pernia glanced around her. It looked like a normal office, and there was a snow-white owl perched on the desk, a letter in its feet. The Headmistress smiled.
"Ahh Hedwig, back so soon? The ministry must be mad at me for some reason, replying to my letter so quickly," she said, patting the owl on the head. It nipped her finger affectionately, and then flew to a peg in the wall and closed its eyes. "Now then, sit down."
When Pernia sat, she noticed for the first time how young the Headmistress was. She had always seemed so much older, but she couldn't be older then 24.
"Now, I would request to know who your parents are. I know your family well, and it is just a friendly knowing," she said, a smile on her face.
"Charley and Lena Weasley," Pernia replied, busying her hands. Her father, who was gone most of the time, had a large family, she knew that. But they didn't know of her. Was Miss Granger going to tell them about her?
Then she thought of the deaths her father had told her about one day when he returned home. His sister Ginny and brother Ron had died at school when he-who-must-not-be-named showed up. Ron had been in his seventh year, almost ready to leave. Her father had also mentioned a Harry Potter, a close friend of Ron's, dying, and of another close friend, Hermione Granger, becoming...
Pernia blinked. Was this the same Hermione Granger? Did this Headmistress know her dead uncle and aunt?
"Ahh... and how is your father?" she asked.
"Fine... just fine. Did you know my uncle and aunt?" Pernia blurted out. It was Hermione's turn to blink in surprise.
"Yes I did. I was good friends with Ginny, and Ron and I..." she started, but then stopped, a tear rolling down her cheek. Pernia bowed her head, wishing that she hadn't stirred up memories like that. "You may go now. Who do you have next? I will send word that you are excused to be late, for I believe that the bell has just rung.
"Professor Malfoy," Pernia said. Headmistress's face darkened at once.
"Tell him that I wish to see him over lunch break," Hermione said, then got up out of her chair and opened the door. Pernia smiled and walked out.
Walking into Potions, Pernia lowered her eyes. Malfoy was looking at her, as was the rest of the class. As she shuffled her feet to her table beside Alex, all eyes followed her.
"And why, Miss Weasley, are you late for my class?" he asked, staring at her.
She didn't know how, but she found the voice to answer." Miss... Miss Granger wanted to see me. She told me to tell you that she wants to see you over lunch break." When she said this, the whole class burst into a roar of laughter, and it took Malfoy a whole five minutes to calm them down.
"Very well. Now, as I was saying before our interruption, the Terfinucus potion is good for what?" He looked around the room, not expecting to see a hand. He did. "Yes Miss Weasley?"
"Terfinucus is useful for growing plants in the dark or the cold. Sort of a fertilizer if you will," she said. He let out a sigh and grabbed a flask off the table in front of him.
"Yes. Ten points to Huthorn. Now, making this is fairly easy, and I want all of you to get into a group of three," he said. Pernia and Alex scooted closer together, and then they looked around for anyone else. A boy, Pernia thought his name was Len, was sitting in the corner, looking in awe of everything going on around him. She motioned for him to come over.
"Hi, wanna join us?" she asked. He nodded his head and pulled a chair up to their table. When he saw that everyone was situated, Malfoy took out a cauldron, and set it on the desk, placing three bins next to it, each with a different substance inside.
"Now, each of you is in charge of a different part of the mixture. One will grab horned toad, one will grab crushed rose petals, and one can pick up some gutted dragonflies. Now, GO!" he shouted as he clapped his hands together, and everyone jumped up, scurrying to get their own items.
That night, as Pernia slept, a rapping came at the door. Opening her eyes groggily, she looked around her, expecting to see her fellow first year girls. The beds were empty. She heaved a loud sigh and climbed out of bed, shuffling her feet while walking to the door. When she opened it, she had to blink a few times because of the blinding light from the common room, then looked out.
Alex was standing there, a worried look on his face. Pernia looked back, checking to make sure that none of the girls were in the room again, and then pulled him in.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" she asked in a low whisper. He looked around, and finding that all the chairs had clothing stacked on top of them, he sat down on Leslie's bed. "Well?"
"I just needed someone to talk to, that's all," he said. She walked over and sat beside him, laying a hand on his. He looked over at her and smiled. "And the first person I thought of was you."
"I'm flattered," she said in a giggle. Alex turned to face her, and looked right into her eyes. For the first time, Pernia noticed that his eyes were a silverish haze.
"What would you do if I were... gone?" he asked suddenly, making Pernia jump slightly. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but then stopped and thought. It's not everyday that you have that asked of you.
"Well, I would be sad of course, but why do you want to know? Are you leaving?" she asked urgently. He shook his head no, and then pushed a curly lock of hair that had fallen into Pernia's face back behind her ear.
"I just... no, never mind. I just have the urgent notion of wanting to leave, but I'll fight it. Anyway, how are you?" he asked. She smiled, and started talking at once about everything. School, her parents, how sad she was about her uncle and aunts death. Alex nodded sympathetically from time to time, and they talked for most of the night, until Pernia simply couldn't keep her eyes open.
"Alex, I'm sorry, but I need to sleep. I'll see you later," she said. He nodded and left, leaving Pernia alone. Sitting all alone on Leslie's bed, and she trudged back to hers.
When he reached the desk and pulled out the drawer, he felt a sudden drop in his stomach. It wasn't there. The Chore Ball wasn't there. That might make it a little bit more difficult. The only other place that he thought she would have it would be in her room. Looking around him, he noticed there were two doors besides the one he had entered through.
Creeping silently over to the first, he twisted the handle slightly. Poking his head around the corner, he saw that this was a private kitchen. The tiling was blue, and it was fairly modern looking. Shrugging off the idea off getting a sandwich, he closed the door and went to the next one.
This one held better results. There she was, sleeping away on her feather bed, while he only had a small one by his potions room. On the nightstand by the bed sat his prize. It was all most hidden in the dark, but he could see the bands of color faintly. Silently, he made his way to the bed.
Looking down at her, he sighed a soundless sigh. She had become more beautiful then Draco could remember from his school days. Her hair had straightened out, and was about down to the small of her back. Her lips were like tiny rosebuds, and when she opened her mouth, he saw that her teeth were just the right sized.
His hand reached out for the ball, but missed, hitting the table itself. He scrunched his face up in pain, and thought of something else. Hermione. Sitting at the end of the bed, holding his throbbing hand, he stared at her.
As Hermione opened her eyes slightly, she noticed first that her light had been turned on. Then she saw the person sitting at the end of her bed. His purple eyes were looking her up and down, and as they caught hers, he smiled.
"Draco, what are you doing here?" she asked, pulling her blankets up around her. As he moved closer to her, she felt his hand on her arm. It was smooth, and she shivered slightly.
"Your trembling, what's wrong?" he asked suddenly, his voice wavering. She sighed and closed her eyes. All she could hear was her shallow breath, and his soft humming. Then the next second, she felt his lips press against her open mouth, and his tounge rubbing against her teeth. She forced her eyes open, and saw that he was now right in front of her, his arms on her shoulders.
"Nothing now," she said, pulling away from him. He stood up, and stood, looking at her. As he smiled, she saw his hands fly to the buttons on his shirt. His pale face was drawn up in a grin as he threw it to the side and started on his pants. Tugging them off, he revealed a pair of green and gold boxers, with snakes that flit their tongues out. Giggling, Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed.
*~*
Picking at her eggs, Hermione glanced at Draco out of the corner of her eye. He was chatting with Professor Renold Leftson, teacher of Herbology. They seemed to be talking about a form of plant that worked well in love potions. Hermione's face turned red, and she took another bite of pancakes.
Nudging her in the side, Draco pointed at they syrup. "Pass the condom…er…. condiment," he said, his face growing redder by the second. Hermione had taken enough from him. Jumping out of her seat, she slapped him squarely on the cheek.
"How dare you!" she screamed, ignoring the staring students around her. He had no right to embarrass her like that! She had every right to fire him for this, but resisted the temptation. She needed him to teach. He was a very good Potions Master, and she was lucky to have him. If her very job hadn't been on the line, he would never had even been thought of to teach.
"I'm sorry Herm," he said, staring at her. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, judging her. This was going to be talked about for quite awhile.
"Sorry? Sorry! How sorry can you be, you worthless man!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, then stormed out of the room into a side hallway. When she got beyond the door, she broke down in tears. Why was all of this happening to her?
"Alex, could you pass the syrup?" Pernia asked, barely glancing up at the commotion at the teacher's table. Headmistress Granger had just stormed out of the room, and Professor Malfoy was sitting there, rubbing his cheek. It had brought the entire hall to silence, but now that it was over, the breakfast discussions had started again.
"Hmm… oh, sure," he said, absently. Alex wasn't exactly the talkative type, but he was nice enough, and he was in her house.
"Do you know what's going on?" she asked, pointing up at the teachers' table. Professor Malfoy had gotten up and left after the Headmistress, leaving the rest of the teachers whispering to themselves. But Pernia just shook her head and got up. She had Herbology first, and she didn't want to be late. "Come on, Greenhouse One."
"Yea," he replied, grabbing his bag. He walked along side her, opening his mouth a few times as if he wanted to speak, but then closed it right away. She smiled and grabbed his hand and started running towards the doors. His eyes widened from shock, but went along with her, picking up his pace.
"So, are you mixed blood or pure?" she asked, looking at him. He smiled and chatted with her, and they walked past the greenhouse before they realized where they were.
A field lay before him; it's tall grasses swaying gently in the wind. Running through it, he felt the tips of the grass brush on his arms, tickling him slightly. Looking up, he saw a large castle looming over him, casting its shadows. Cold suddenly swept over him and he shivered, but still ran towards the immense structure overhead.
A sudden voice echoed in his mind. "Come Child of Time." He shook his head as he reached the door, then pushed it open. Blackness was all he saw, but he took a step foreword, eyes squeezed tightly shut. The sudden thud of the door behind him was the only sound that he heard besides his own shallow breath. Then, a soft humming sound.
Opening his eyes, he saw a woman, outlined in light. She was holding out his hand, and he reached for it, his actions being controlled by some strange force. She was smiling, and looking down at him.
"My Child of Time, you are the future," she sighed, and then a bright light over took him. A sharp noise rang through his mind. As he fell to his knees, he covered his ears to stop the noise, but to no use. Every thing went black.
Sitting straight up in bed, Alex's eyes were wide open. That dream had seemed so real! As he shook his head, he recalled the whole dream. Child of Time... so it was true. The time had come.
As Pernia sat in Transfiguration, blankly copying notes onto a parchment, she thought about Alex. He had been acting oddly all day, and she was worried.
Looking at the seat beside her, she saw him looking up at the ceiling, his parchment empty. If he thinks he can just copy my notes, he has another thing coming...
A sudden rap at the door snapped her attention back. The witch teaching class opened the door, and Headmistress Granger stepped in, scanning the room quickly. When her eyes fell on Pernia, she whispered to the professor, and then walked out again.
"Pernia, the Headmistress wishes to speak with you," she said, turning back to the board, chalk in hand. Pernia looked at Alex and shrugged at him, then walk out the door. Professor Granger was standing there.
"My office, follow me," she said, then turned and started walking. Pernia had to almost jog to keep up with her long strides, but she managed, and they reached her office in a few moments. "Come in."
As they stepped through the door, Pernia glanced around her. It looked like a normal office, and there was a snow-white owl perched on the desk, a letter in its feet. The Headmistress smiled.
"Ahh Hedwig, back so soon? The ministry must be mad at me for some reason, replying to my letter so quickly," she said, patting the owl on the head. It nipped her finger affectionately, and then flew to a peg in the wall and closed its eyes. "Now then, sit down."
When Pernia sat, she noticed for the first time how young the Headmistress was. She had always seemed so much older, but she couldn't be older then 24.
"Now, I would request to know who your parents are. I know your family well, and it is just a friendly knowing," she said, a smile on her face.
"Charley and Lena Weasley," Pernia replied, busying her hands. Her father, who was gone most of the time, had a large family, she knew that. But they didn't know of her. Was Miss Granger going to tell them about her?
Then she thought of the deaths her father had told her about one day when he returned home. His sister Ginny and brother Ron had died at school when he-who-must-not-be-named showed up. Ron had been in his seventh year, almost ready to leave. Her father had also mentioned a Harry Potter, a close friend of Ron's, dying, and of another close friend, Hermione Granger, becoming...
Pernia blinked. Was this the same Hermione Granger? Did this Headmistress know her dead uncle and aunt?
"Ahh... and how is your father?" she asked.
"Fine... just fine. Did you know my uncle and aunt?" Pernia blurted out. It was Hermione's turn to blink in surprise.
"Yes I did. I was good friends with Ginny, and Ron and I..." she started, but then stopped, a tear rolling down her cheek. Pernia bowed her head, wishing that she hadn't stirred up memories like that. "You may go now. Who do you have next? I will send word that you are excused to be late, for I believe that the bell has just rung.
"Professor Malfoy," Pernia said. Headmistress's face darkened at once.
"Tell him that I wish to see him over lunch break," Hermione said, then got up out of her chair and opened the door. Pernia smiled and walked out.
Walking into Potions, Pernia lowered her eyes. Malfoy was looking at her, as was the rest of the class. As she shuffled her feet to her table beside Alex, all eyes followed her.
"And why, Miss Weasley, are you late for my class?" he asked, staring at her.
She didn't know how, but she found the voice to answer." Miss... Miss Granger wanted to see me. She told me to tell you that she wants to see you over lunch break." When she said this, the whole class burst into a roar of laughter, and it took Malfoy a whole five minutes to calm them down.
"Very well. Now, as I was saying before our interruption, the Terfinucus potion is good for what?" He looked around the room, not expecting to see a hand. He did. "Yes Miss Weasley?"
"Terfinucus is useful for growing plants in the dark or the cold. Sort of a fertilizer if you will," she said. He let out a sigh and grabbed a flask off the table in front of him.
"Yes. Ten points to Huthorn. Now, making this is fairly easy, and I want all of you to get into a group of three," he said. Pernia and Alex scooted closer together, and then they looked around for anyone else. A boy, Pernia thought his name was Len, was sitting in the corner, looking in awe of everything going on around him. She motioned for him to come over.
"Hi, wanna join us?" she asked. He nodded his head and pulled a chair up to their table. When he saw that everyone was situated, Malfoy took out a cauldron, and set it on the desk, placing three bins next to it, each with a different substance inside.
"Now, each of you is in charge of a different part of the mixture. One will grab horned toad, one will grab crushed rose petals, and one can pick up some gutted dragonflies. Now, GO!" he shouted as he clapped his hands together, and everyone jumped up, scurrying to get their own items.
That night, as Pernia slept, a rapping came at the door. Opening her eyes groggily, she looked around her, expecting to see her fellow first year girls. The beds were empty. She heaved a loud sigh and climbed out of bed, shuffling her feet while walking to the door. When she opened it, she had to blink a few times because of the blinding light from the common room, then looked out.
Alex was standing there, a worried look on his face. Pernia looked back, checking to make sure that none of the girls were in the room again, and then pulled him in.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" she asked in a low whisper. He looked around, and finding that all the chairs had clothing stacked on top of them, he sat down on Leslie's bed. "Well?"
"I just needed someone to talk to, that's all," he said. She walked over and sat beside him, laying a hand on his. He looked over at her and smiled. "And the first person I thought of was you."
"I'm flattered," she said in a giggle. Alex turned to face her, and looked right into her eyes. For the first time, Pernia noticed that his eyes were a silverish haze.
"What would you do if I were... gone?" he asked suddenly, making Pernia jump slightly. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but then stopped and thought. It's not everyday that you have that asked of you.
"Well, I would be sad of course, but why do you want to know? Are you leaving?" she asked urgently. He shook his head no, and then pushed a curly lock of hair that had fallen into Pernia's face back behind her ear.
"I just... no, never mind. I just have the urgent notion of wanting to leave, but I'll fight it. Anyway, how are you?" he asked. She smiled, and started talking at once about everything. School, her parents, how sad she was about her uncle and aunts death. Alex nodded sympathetically from time to time, and they talked for most of the night, until Pernia simply couldn't keep her eyes open.
"Alex, I'm sorry, but I need to sleep. I'll see you later," she said. He nodded and left, leaving Pernia alone. Sitting all alone on Leslie's bed, and she trudged back to hers.