Sign Your Name Across My Heart
Chapter Seven: Adamo Oblivio
Proclaimer: I own this story. Nothing else. Oh, wait, I also own the effects and makings of the Forgetfulness Potion. :P
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Flashback:
"Is- is that a threat?"
"It's a promise."
Hermione looked at him for another long moment; at his long eyelashes casting spiky shadows on his fire-lit face; at the sheen of his silvery hair in the firelight; at the Slytherin emblem on his silk robes...
"Some promises," she whispered, "are made to be broken..."
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Draco was staring straight at Hermione, his eyes like ice, freezing her with just one look. She could hear him whispering, "Crookshanks... Come on out and play..." while fingering his wand, a tiny smirk playing across his thin lips.
Hermione sighed. "Fine! I'll take the potion!" she exclaimed, giving in, before going back to her room. Really, she didn't mind being the guinea pig once in a while, but with Malfoy doing the testing? She shuddered at the images that came up. Knowing Malfoy, he would probably make her forget everything she knew, and the potion might not wear off in time, and she'd have to go to class not knowing any of the homework....
She shuddered and forced herself forget about the potion for now; she had a class to attend.
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Two days later, after dinner, the Heads were in their common room getting ready to test the potion. Draco had yet to decide on what he should make Granger forget, and Hermione was still worrying about the potion lasting longer than it should. Hermione took a deep breath, holding the vial of transparent cerulean liquid in front of her. "Well, here goes.. Malfoy, if you don't record everything-- Wait, knowing you, I don't want to know what you're making me do." She sighed and quickly downed the potion.
Funny... I don't feel any different... she thought. Then she looked up into Draco's eyes, wondering when he would be stating what she would be forgetting.
Draco frowned, still deciding. Suddenly, though, a thought came into his head. He said the spell that went along with the potion (Oblivio), noticed her eyes dimming (a sign that it was working), and stated very simply, "Forget that you ever loved Ron, and that you ever hated me." He watched as her eyes suddenly brightened after he finished his statement.
"Is it working?" Hermione couldn't sense anything different with her mind. She figured she wouldn't be aware of what she would be forgetting, as she was supposed to go into a sort of 'hypnotized' state.. However, she had seen him smirk, and his wand was now in his pocket, so she assumed he had done it. "What did you make me forget?"
Draco smirked again, deciding on his plan of action. "Nothing important. You won't miss it, really. Are you uh.. experiencing any.. side effects?" he asked, in an attempt to actually do some work while implementing his plan. He leant over his paper and started writing about what he observed, and waited for Hermione's input.
"Well..I don't remember you saying the spell, or what you made me forget, so I guess the potion has some sort of hypnotizing effect. After taking the potion, I didn't feel any different, either. Not like-" She blushed and changed the subject. "Did you observe anything specific?"
Hermione looked into Draco's beautiful grey eyes. She had always loved those eyes. They had a certain.. power... emanating from them.. She could just get lost in those eyes...
"Gra-Hermione? Are you okay? You were just staring at me; I don't think you heard what I said. I think I should record this, it could be useful later," Draco said. He knew she was feeling alright, now that she had zoned out staring at him. The potion and spell were working.
Hermione blushed and shook her head, "No, I'm fine, just.. I think I need to sit down." Draco hid a smirk and led her to the couch in front of the fire. He didn't care how long it would take; he would find out whether happiness was possible for him.
They sat there in silence for a few moments, Draco watching the fire as he always did, Hermione gazing at Draco. Draco was faintly aware she was staring at him, but he was enjoying it; though he had a burning desire to look at her, he resisted it, keeping his eyes on the flames.
"Draco," she said softly. He snapped his head around.
"Yes... Hermione?" he replied quietly, his richly refined voice and the crackle of the crumbling logs and glowing embers flowing together in a rich melody, a beautiful harmony, a perfect unity...
"Nothing- I just-" Hermione broke off quietly, looking into his eyes, forgetting to talk. His eyes were so gorgeous... they were like liquid steel... with the slight tint of firelight... they were so beautiful... but so untouchable... his eyes are like angels, but his heart is cold... Draco heard her sharp intake of breath as she remembered the old Muggle song.
"What is it?" he whispered quietly.
"I- Draco- I can't remember- I feel like- there's something I should know- but I don't- something I should feel- but I can't- something I should be- but I'm not- Oh God, Draco, I'm scared!"
"Hush, Hermione, no one will hurt you," Draco said soothingly, sliding his arm around her shoulders. He shivered inwardly as she snuggled into his shoulder; he shuddered as a thought popped into his head: I have to kill this beautiful creature... "No," he muttered aloud.
"What?" she mumbled.
"Nothing," Draco breathed, smoothing her hair down gently.
No to what? he was thinking; No you won't have to kill her... or no she's not beautiful?
Of course I'll have to kill her, Draco thought numbly as he absentmindedly stroked her hair. He chanced a look down at her face, half buried in his silk robes. And... I hate to admit it...
But she is kind of pretty...
Draco groaned softly. This wasn't the way it was supposed to turn out. He wasn't supposed to actually want anything to do with her.. He just wanted to find out if a real relationship was worth trying.. Maybe.. he thought. He decided he would try it with a clear mind. If being in a relationship meant actually developing some feelings for her... he would try it. Then tomorrow I can go back to being my charming, evil self, Draco thought.
Hermione looked up at him, her tear-stained cheeks glistening and reflecting the light from the fire. "Draco.. I really.. really want to know... What did you make me forget?"
Draco shook his head, "No, we have to keep this going; if I tell you, then you'll remember, and the potion will have been a waste of time."
"Okay... but... Draco..." Hermione gulped.
"What?" Draco whispered softly.
"I- I just- have a feeling- what I've forgotten- is what I must never forget-" She glanced up at him, at the shadows of the fire reflected in his eyes, at the few strands of silvery hair fallen across his face- "I have a feeling- it has something to do- with you..."
"Why do you think it has to do with me?" Draco breathed, the spicy cinnamon of his hot breath caressing Hermione's face. "And why... would it matter... if it did..."
"Because..." A single tear slid down her face. "It might stop me... it should stop me... from what I might do..."
She raised her head up slowly. A dark curl slipped across her face, throwing a shadow over her eyes. She lowered her eyelids slowly, her eyelashes casting jagged shadows on her skin- Draco felt himself shiver as he felt her breath on his face- she had inclined her head slightly, curls falling over her face- and then she had looked up again, and her eyes were dark and glittery in the fire's light-
"I feel like I shouldn't," she was whispering, "But I can't help it, and Draco, I really like you..."
He looked at her, his heart racing, as he suddenly felt very trapped, very scared, very guilty.
Go on, a voice in his head was saying, Kiss her... you know you want to...
But it won't mean anything this way, he argued back.
It won't mean anything anyways...
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A/N: :P I'll give you all three guesses as to what he's going to do. Some of you will get it on your first try... others on their second.. Just don't hate me for this cliffie, you asked for it by simply reading it. I'm a cliffie person, so it'll come naturally to me.
angelskates12: Thank you very much for the review, and I swear you're psychic, cause I had half of this chapter written by the time you had reviewed.. and the half I had written included what she had forgotten. And Crookshanks is as safe as safe can be; Draco won't ever hurt him. I'm thinking about putting Crookshanks in the last scene of the story, but I still have a long ways to go before that happens, so who knows.
Katrina E Malfoy: How about boxers? I don't know if I want to see Draco in a towel :P But boxers are a definate maybe. Especially since I've already written most of chapter 8.
Mrs. Nikky Weasley/Grint: Nope, never a perfect world. Perfect is boring. But ah, to be flawed... Mmmm...
ss: Hahaha! Actually sounds like something I would say... lol. I wanna meet your sister, we'd get along :P
willowfairy: I have nothing else to do during my last few days of summer, might as well update while I can ;) I'll be switching to a 'once-a-week' update after Labor Day, I think. Long as my Muses don't get tired from writing essays, etc. Good luck with your fic! Email me or tell me in a future review when you've posted your story! I'll be sure to read it!
arrow-card: :P Cause I'm the type of girl who goes for the Bad Boys. lol. Nah, I just love writing him, he's just so complicated really, although everyone (in the books) thinks he's just an evil, stuck-up little boy. I have so much fun writing evil characters. So many possibilities... no morals... mmm....
DanishGirl: Haha, yeah, I can't believe he said that either! My Muses enjoy being evil as they never get the chance otherwise. My Morals usually step in the way. Stupid Morals.
Katerina: Thanks! :) And nope, never heard of tcg. Send me a link!
Psycho Chic: :P Writing more as we speak. Hope you enjoy!
GoodCharlotte: Decided to post a flashback at the beginning of every chapter. Hope it's okay! Thanks for the idea :)