Act II, Scene 2
Draco ran to the Quidditch field and grabbed his boom. He them mounted it and flew towards the Gryffindor common room. He heard the sound of girls around a balcony: the girls' dormitory.
"The guy that never felt a wound of love is making fun of my scars," he said bitterly as he hovered around the balcony, watching the silhouettes of the girls behind the curtains.
At that point, Hermione stepped out onto the balcony. She was still in the white dress she was wearing at Yule Ball. Draco pulled the broom down, so he was hovering just under the balcony. Hermione turned to close the door behind her, so she could be with her thoughts. She closed her eyes as she leaned on the balcony.
Draco edged out, so he could see her. He let out a breath of delight.
"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Hermione is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she."
He heard her mutter something, but couldn't quite hear what she was saying.
"It is my lady. Oh it's my love! She is speaking, but I can't hear her. So what? Her eyes are speaking, and I'll answer their calls. No, that would be too pushy, she couldn't be speaking to me. The brightest stars of the sky ask her eyes to take their places, and let them twinkle in her eyes. But her cheeks glow more than the stars. Her eyes in the sky would gleam so brightly that birds would think it was daylight. Look, she's leaning her cheek on her hand. I wish I were her glove, so I could touch her cheek."
All of a sudden, Hermione let out a sigh.
"Ay, me."
"She speaks," Draco thought. "Oh, say something again, bright angel; you are as glorious tonight as an angel from heaven, gliding through the air." The winds blew and Hermione wrapped he arms around herself.
"Oh Draco..."
His eye widened, thinking he was caught. But she continued.
"Oh Draco, Draco! Why must you be a Malfoy? You should deny that you're a Slytherin, and refuse to have that name. But if you won't do that, promise to love me, and I'll quit being a Gryffindor."
"Should I hear more, or should I speak at this?" he thought. He decided not to and continued to listen to her.
"Your name is my enemy. You would be the same person, even if you had another name. What does Slytherin mean, anyways? It's not hand, nor foot, nor arm or face, or any part belonging to a man. Pick some other name! A rose would still smell sweet if it were called something else. If you would be called something else, I would still love you. Get rid of your name, and take me instead!"
"I'll do just what you say!" Draco said from underneath the balcony, slightly jumping at the sound of his voice. "Don't call me anything but your love, and I'll be forever with that name. From now on, I'm not Draco."
Hermione, obviously not seeing Malfoy under the balcony, got angry.
"Who are you to sneak in here at night and listen to my private thoughts?" she demanded.
"I can't tell you my real name. I hate my name, dear witch, because it makes us enemies. If it were written on a paper, I would tear it up."
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, suddenly aware who was speaking to her. He flew up to meet her at eyes length
"I wont be him if you dislike the name."
"How did you come here and why? The tower is high and hard to climb find. If any of the Gryffindor catch you out here, they'll kill you."
"With love's wings I fly over to these walls; stone cannot hold out love, and love will overcome anything. Therefore, your house doesn't worry me," Draco smiled as he stepped onto the balcony, facing her.
"If they see three, they will murder thee," Hermione whispered to him.
"Oh, no," he smiled. "There is more danger in your eyes than twenty of their wands. With one sweet look from you, I'll be armored against their hate."
"I wouldn't want them to see you here for anything."
"The night's darkness will hide me from them. As long as you love me, I don't care if they find me. I'd rather have them kill me than live forever without your love."
Hermione smiled, blushing a little.
"Even though darkness hides my face, I'm still blushing. No one was supposed to hear the things I was saying about you, but I won't take any of it back!" she declared. Draco laughed.
"I swear by the moon that lights all these tree-tops."
Hermione let out a sigh of frustration, letting go of Draco and stepping back.
"Oh, don't swear by the moon, that changes monthly, or your love might turn out like that."
"Well what should I swear by?" he asked, slightly amused
"Do not swear at all," she said, getting closer and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Or, if you want, swear by yourself, which is the idol I worship, and I'll believe you."
"With all my heart," he leaned in to a kiss, but Hermione turned her cheek, letting Draco go.
"Well, don't swear; although I would like it, but not tonight. Its too fast, too sudden, too unprepared. It's like lightning, which appears so fast that it's gone before you can say, 'There's lightning'." Hermione then yawned. "Well, have a good night! This love is a bud, which is growing in the summer. The next time we meet, it might bloom into a flower. Good night! Sleep as sweetly as I will."
Hermione began to open the doors, when Draco spoke up.
"Oh will you leave me so unsatisfied?"
She stopped and turned around.
"What satisfaction can you have tonight?"
"To say that you love me."
Hermione stared at him for a few moments and broke into a big smile.
"I loved you even before you asked," she ran to him and gave him a passionate kiss. When they parted, she smiled. "But I wish I could say it the first time again."
"You mean you'd take it back. Why?" he asked, his arms around her.
"So I could be honest, and tell you again, even though I already have your love. My love is as wide and deep as the sea. The more I love you, the more I have to give to you, and love is infinite."
They began to kiss again, when they heard a voice from within.
"HERMIONE!!!" called Ginny from inside. They broke their kiss.
"Wait here, I'll be right back," she said and went back inside.
Draco has time to rethink things. He mounted back on his broom and hovered on the outside of her balcony, once again.
"What a blessed night! I am afraid that this is all a dream. It seems too good to be true."
A few moments later, Hermione came back out, opening the doors behind her a little. She ran to the end of the balcony, grabbing his hand.
"Say those three words, Draco, and goodnight. If your love is honorable, and marriage is your goal, send me word tomorrow with the messenger I'll send to you. I'll send someone to speak to you, to find out where and when we'll marry; I'll leave my house and follow you out into the world."
Ginny's voice boomed out again.
"Hermione!"
"I'm coming!" she yelled back into the rooms. She turned back to Draco. "If you don't have good intentions, I beg you..."
"HERMIONE!" Ginny yelled again.
"I'm on my way!!!" she yelled back into the rooms. Attention was on Draco once again. "...To stop this now, and let me cry. Tomorrow I will send someone to talk to you."
"I swear on my soul," he whispered to her
Hermione gave a huge smile.
"A thousand times goodnight!" Hermione kissed him on the cheek and went back into the rooms.
Draco now hover above the balcony, alone.
"I can't wait until tomorrow. Love will find love, as enthusiastically as students would gladly skip school. But lovers separate like kids going reluctantly to school."
Draco turned to leave, but Hermione came back out
"Wait, Draco, wait!" she said. Draco turned around and flew back to the balcony. Hermione whispered to him. "I wish I had a falcon-trainer's voice to lure back this young hawk! The girls could hear us, so I can't speak too loud. If I could, I would find the cave where Echo lives, and make her yell even louder than I, calling your name."
"It is my love that calls me; how beautiful two people in love sound in the night, like soft music that one listens to," he smiled and turned to leave.
"Draco!"
"Yes, love?"
"What time should I send someone?"
"Around 9am."
"I won't forget. But until then, it will feel like twenty years. Now, I forgot why I called you back," she laughed.
"I'll hover here until you remember it," he smiled.
"Then I won't ever remember, because having you here makes me remember how much I love you."
"Then I'll stay, so keep on forgetting. I'll forget my home, because this is my new home." Draco began to kiss her. She started to respond, but reluctantly pulled away.
"It's almost morning. I won't let you go very far before I snatch you back, like a prisoner in chains, like a bird in a cage. I'm loving and jealous of your liberty."
"I wish I were that bird..."
"So do I. Yet, I might kill you with that much love." She kissed him again and whispered back to him. "Goodnight! Leaving you is such sweet sorrow that I will say goodnight until it's morning."
"Sleep well," he relied. "And have a peaceful night. I would like to be sleep and peace, just so I could be with you. I'll go see Professor Flitwick to get his help and tell him what has happened."
Hermione and Draco stared at each other for a few moment, before turning away form each other an going their separate ways.
Draco ran to the Quidditch field and grabbed his boom. He them mounted it and flew towards the Gryffindor common room. He heard the sound of girls around a balcony: the girls' dormitory.
"The guy that never felt a wound of love is making fun of my scars," he said bitterly as he hovered around the balcony, watching the silhouettes of the girls behind the curtains.
At that point, Hermione stepped out onto the balcony. She was still in the white dress she was wearing at Yule Ball. Draco pulled the broom down, so he was hovering just under the balcony. Hermione turned to close the door behind her, so she could be with her thoughts. She closed her eyes as she leaned on the balcony.
Draco edged out, so he could see her. He let out a breath of delight.
"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Hermione is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she."
He heard her mutter something, but couldn't quite hear what she was saying.
"It is my lady. Oh it's my love! She is speaking, but I can't hear her. So what? Her eyes are speaking, and I'll answer their calls. No, that would be too pushy, she couldn't be speaking to me. The brightest stars of the sky ask her eyes to take their places, and let them twinkle in her eyes. But her cheeks glow more than the stars. Her eyes in the sky would gleam so brightly that birds would think it was daylight. Look, she's leaning her cheek on her hand. I wish I were her glove, so I could touch her cheek."
All of a sudden, Hermione let out a sigh.
"Ay, me."
"She speaks," Draco thought. "Oh, say something again, bright angel; you are as glorious tonight as an angel from heaven, gliding through the air." The winds blew and Hermione wrapped he arms around herself.
"Oh Draco..."
His eye widened, thinking he was caught. But she continued.
"Oh Draco, Draco! Why must you be a Malfoy? You should deny that you're a Slytherin, and refuse to have that name. But if you won't do that, promise to love me, and I'll quit being a Gryffindor."
"Should I hear more, or should I speak at this?" he thought. He decided not to and continued to listen to her.
"Your name is my enemy. You would be the same person, even if you had another name. What does Slytherin mean, anyways? It's not hand, nor foot, nor arm or face, or any part belonging to a man. Pick some other name! A rose would still smell sweet if it were called something else. If you would be called something else, I would still love you. Get rid of your name, and take me instead!"
"I'll do just what you say!" Draco said from underneath the balcony, slightly jumping at the sound of his voice. "Don't call me anything but your love, and I'll be forever with that name. From now on, I'm not Draco."
Hermione, obviously not seeing Malfoy under the balcony, got angry.
"Who are you to sneak in here at night and listen to my private thoughts?" she demanded.
"I can't tell you my real name. I hate my name, dear witch, because it makes us enemies. If it were written on a paper, I would tear it up."
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked, suddenly aware who was speaking to her. He flew up to meet her at eyes length
"I wont be him if you dislike the name."
"How did you come here and why? The tower is high and hard to climb find. If any of the Gryffindor catch you out here, they'll kill you."
"With love's wings I fly over to these walls; stone cannot hold out love, and love will overcome anything. Therefore, your house doesn't worry me," Draco smiled as he stepped onto the balcony, facing her.
"If they see three, they will murder thee," Hermione whispered to him.
"Oh, no," he smiled. "There is more danger in your eyes than twenty of their wands. With one sweet look from you, I'll be armored against their hate."
"I wouldn't want them to see you here for anything."
"The night's darkness will hide me from them. As long as you love me, I don't care if they find me. I'd rather have them kill me than live forever without your love."
Hermione smiled, blushing a little.
"Even though darkness hides my face, I'm still blushing. No one was supposed to hear the things I was saying about you, but I won't take any of it back!" she declared. Draco laughed.
"I swear by the moon that lights all these tree-tops."
Hermione let out a sigh of frustration, letting go of Draco and stepping back.
"Oh, don't swear by the moon, that changes monthly, or your love might turn out like that."
"Well what should I swear by?" he asked, slightly amused
"Do not swear at all," she said, getting closer and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Or, if you want, swear by yourself, which is the idol I worship, and I'll believe you."
"With all my heart," he leaned in to a kiss, but Hermione turned her cheek, letting Draco go.
"Well, don't swear; although I would like it, but not tonight. Its too fast, too sudden, too unprepared. It's like lightning, which appears so fast that it's gone before you can say, 'There's lightning'." Hermione then yawned. "Well, have a good night! This love is a bud, which is growing in the summer. The next time we meet, it might bloom into a flower. Good night! Sleep as sweetly as I will."
Hermione began to open the doors, when Draco spoke up.
"Oh will you leave me so unsatisfied?"
She stopped and turned around.
"What satisfaction can you have tonight?"
"To say that you love me."
Hermione stared at him for a few moments and broke into a big smile.
"I loved you even before you asked," she ran to him and gave him a passionate kiss. When they parted, she smiled. "But I wish I could say it the first time again."
"You mean you'd take it back. Why?" he asked, his arms around her.
"So I could be honest, and tell you again, even though I already have your love. My love is as wide and deep as the sea. The more I love you, the more I have to give to you, and love is infinite."
They began to kiss again, when they heard a voice from within.
"HERMIONE!!!" called Ginny from inside. They broke their kiss.
"Wait here, I'll be right back," she said and went back inside.
Draco has time to rethink things. He mounted back on his broom and hovered on the outside of her balcony, once again.
"What a blessed night! I am afraid that this is all a dream. It seems too good to be true."
A few moments later, Hermione came back out, opening the doors behind her a little. She ran to the end of the balcony, grabbing his hand.
"Say those three words, Draco, and goodnight. If your love is honorable, and marriage is your goal, send me word tomorrow with the messenger I'll send to you. I'll send someone to speak to you, to find out where and when we'll marry; I'll leave my house and follow you out into the world."
Ginny's voice boomed out again.
"Hermione!"
"I'm coming!" she yelled back into the rooms. She turned back to Draco. "If you don't have good intentions, I beg you..."
"HERMIONE!" Ginny yelled again.
"I'm on my way!!!" she yelled back into the rooms. Attention was on Draco once again. "...To stop this now, and let me cry. Tomorrow I will send someone to talk to you."
"I swear on my soul," he whispered to her
Hermione gave a huge smile.
"A thousand times goodnight!" Hermione kissed him on the cheek and went back into the rooms.
Draco now hover above the balcony, alone.
"I can't wait until tomorrow. Love will find love, as enthusiastically as students would gladly skip school. But lovers separate like kids going reluctantly to school."
Draco turned to leave, but Hermione came back out
"Wait, Draco, wait!" she said. Draco turned around and flew back to the balcony. Hermione whispered to him. "I wish I had a falcon-trainer's voice to lure back this young hawk! The girls could hear us, so I can't speak too loud. If I could, I would find the cave where Echo lives, and make her yell even louder than I, calling your name."
"It is my love that calls me; how beautiful two people in love sound in the night, like soft music that one listens to," he smiled and turned to leave.
"Draco!"
"Yes, love?"
"What time should I send someone?"
"Around 9am."
"I won't forget. But until then, it will feel like twenty years. Now, I forgot why I called you back," she laughed.
"I'll hover here until you remember it," he smiled.
"Then I won't ever remember, because having you here makes me remember how much I love you."
"Then I'll stay, so keep on forgetting. I'll forget my home, because this is my new home." Draco began to kiss her. She started to respond, but reluctantly pulled away.
"It's almost morning. I won't let you go very far before I snatch you back, like a prisoner in chains, like a bird in a cage. I'm loving and jealous of your liberty."
"I wish I were that bird..."
"So do I. Yet, I might kill you with that much love." She kissed him again and whispered back to him. "Goodnight! Leaving you is such sweet sorrow that I will say goodnight until it's morning."
"Sleep well," he relied. "And have a peaceful night. I would like to be sleep and peace, just so I could be with you. I'll go see Professor Flitwick to get his help and tell him what has happened."
Hermione and Draco stared at each other for a few moment, before turning away form each other an going their separate ways.