Dark Wind

*Chapter Two*

by Ashley

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It was dark and cold. I could feel the wet grass beneath my bare feet as I shivered in fear. I was wearing a dress I did not recognize- though it was obviously very expensive. Looking around, though it was almost in vain for it was night, I thought I saw a tall, dark figure approaching me. I could feel its energy surging as it neared me. The feeling in my stomach was not explainable (or even comprehendible). It was of some slight fear at first, but then I realized who it was. When my suspicions were confirmed as the figure took me into his strong arms, a burst of emotion vibrated my entire body. It seemed as such an intense love that made me dizzy yet wonderfully stable and in perfect peace and balance. Hugging tighter into his muscular chest, lightning bolted across the sky. Suddenly, I was ripped away from my supposed lover by an immense force. It felt as though my heart had been ripped from my body as my lover`s agonizing and horror-filled scream pierced my ears....



Hermione was jerked awake from her dream, breathless. She panted and looked around

where she was, shocked not to find it being her messy little apartment and not sleeping on her cozy half-broken couch.



Rather, it was quite the opposite. She was laying in a very large and lavishly decorated bed. The room was equally ornate with an enormous fireplace in which logs were burning, casting a dim shadow across the massive room.



Hermione was in complete awe. She had no idea where she was. She didn`t even remember how she had come to be here. Wait, she thought, last night I was crying and I grabbed onto something- no, someone- and... I don`t know. She looked down at herself and saw that she was in something recognizable- the clothes she had worn earlier. Someone must have taken me her. Probably the person I was crying on. But who was I crying on? she pondered.



She didn`t know, but she was itching to find out. It wasn`t everyday you`re in a house like this; or even a room like this for that matter. But first she needed to change her clothes. It was a shame, she realized, there was none to change into. Then, on the fireplace mantel, she spotted a beautiful red silk dress with a small sign that read " Hermione " on it.



She walked across the room, picked up the beautiful dress and looked at the tag. It certainly was her size- a little size four. She was always amazed at her petite size, for she was constantly eating food she knew she shouldn`t. Never the less, she was pleased and changed into the flowing silf gown.



She gave herself a once-over in the large antique mirror and marveled at her reflection. Never in her life was something so gorgeous on her body- making herself look even more beautiful.



She awoke from the dream-like figure in the mirror. She was anxious to find out who jad brought her here. She walked to the door with a bit of a bounce in her step from the excitement building up in her. She opened the massive, 15-foot-high mahogany doors and realized that finding the person would be much harder than she thought.

There were four different ways she could choose to go; all of which had long hallways she couldn`t see the end of. To make matters worse, each hallway was lined with doors just as hers, only about five or so feet shorter. She sighed in exasperation. This wasn`t going to be easy...





Draco Malfoy sat in a tall-backed chair by the fire in his gigantic library reading an extremely thick book of famous muggle stories, plays and poems, occasionally glancing at the fire slowly burning before him. He marked his page and closed the book, sending it back to the shelf with a swift movement from his finger.



Draco was so magically powerful now that her didn`t have a need to use his wand. However, he kept it safely locked up in one of his many vaults in Gringotts. Not only had he no need for a wand, but he didn`t have to say the words to get the affect he wanted. He simply had to think it.



Hermione should be here very soon, he thought. He was right, of course. Within ten minutes he could feel her walking down the long hallway which lead you to the staircase leading to the library. When she reached the last step of the staircase, she asked, "Who`s there?"



"What`s it to you?" he said before her could catch himself. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. He really didn`t want to be mean to her. He was tired of bickering over senseless things with her. It almost tore his heart that he was so mean to her while she was so irresistibly nice.



Now, after years of Hogwarts, he saw her in a whole new light. He was almost positive he fancied her more than any other girl he ever had. This was probably because she was extremely intelligent instead of a fickle girl who only liked men for their looks, money and power. Plus, she had her own mind in which she fully controled.



Draco found this as a turn-on for women who were like that were dominant. This made them even more desirable because if you could dominate them, you feel as though you could concur the world. He wanted one thing at this moment. One thing in which he, for a first, was not confident enough to ask for: Hermione Granger. He actually wanted Hermione Granger. Not just physically but emotionally as well. He only had physical and forced relationships in the past. Not the emotionally intense ones he secretly hoped for.



Draco half-way cleared his thoughts as he sensed Hermione`s nervousness. He got up from his chair and turned around to face her.



Hermione gasped- it was Draco Malfoy! Her thoughts were flooded with thoughts. Why did he take me here? Where am I, anyways? Was I crying into his chest?! She thought nervously. Suddenly, she wasn`t excited anymore. On the contrary, she was rather frightened.



"What happened?" she asked subconsciously, not even comprehending it was her who had asked.



He silently walked across the room towards her, stopping a foot or so away from her, giving them both a shocked pleasure. Hermione looked up from her 5`4 frame to his masculine and very tall body. He was unmistakably handsome, she noticed. He sure had changed from his pointy, elfish face and nearly anorexic body... Her legs suddenly felt like jello under his collected blue gaze.



"You ran out of the Three Broomsticks crying. I figured the only decent thing to do was to follow you and try to talk nicely to you after I insulted you in such a manner. I never got to say sorry though, you flung yourself on to my chest and cried yourself to sleep. I couldn`t just leave you there; so I brought you here, to my house." he stated with an air of confidence.

Hermione was dumfounded. "This is your house?" she asked in awe.

Draco nodded. "The Malfoy Manor. It`s been in the family for years. My father gave it to me after I graduated from Hogwarts." Hermione nodded, still no sure what to say or do.

Draco took a step closer to Hermione and looked down into her eyes. He cupped his hand under her chin and tilted her head to where she was looking into his own. She began to tremble, still not sure what was happening in the blur of circumstances.

I want to kiss her, he thought. NO! What am I doing?! This is my enemy before me, not my girlfriend! He withdrew from her, his breath a bit uneven, and walked across the room. He leaned against a library shelf, his back to her. He sighed. If she is as smart as she was in school, she knows what I`m thinking....

Hermione stood there staring at the butt of her arch nemesis helplessly. What is happening to me? To him? He hates me, right? But still...I could`ve sworn I saw something flicker behind those cold sham-less eyes. But then again, maybe not. She sighed. He has an excellent butt, she thought, then mentally slapping herself for thinking so.

"Thank you for the dress," she called.

He shrugged, bringing his broad shoulders up and letting them down again. "It was the only thing I could find in your size."

My size? She asked herself, baffled. How does he know my size? "Well, thank you. It`s lovely." He nodded. "Well, I`m going back to bed."

He turned around. "Where?"

"Excuse me ?"

"Where are you sleeping?"

"Erm..In the room I woke up in, I suppose."

"Fine, then. I`ll sleep in another room."

Hermione`s brown eyes grew wide. "That`s your room?"

"Well, yes..."

"It`s beautiful."

"Yes, I know."

Hermione blushed and started up the stairs.

"Well, good night then," he called up after her.

"Good night!" she said, smiling back at him. She was liking this nicer Malfoy.





She was dreaming again...She was in her lover`s arms. Lighting struck and a dark force pulled her from him. It felt as though her heart had been ripped from her body as she heard her lover`s piercing scream...and she began to scream as well.

Draco jumped from his chair and apparated into his large dormitory. He rushed over to the bed Hermione was on and sat down on it. He held her, trying to soothe her. She awoke and looked up at him. They said nothing except "Bad dream..." which Hermione had managed to choke out. Malfoy nodded and drew her closer to him as tiny tremors pulsed through his body. He realized, slowly but surely, that her and Hermione had touched more this night then they had in the last eleven years. She had slapped him once in their third year. But still, it had been the only time they had touched. And oh, how he longed for more.

Once again he tilted her head up to him, determined to kiss her this time. It was her who slowly pulled away.

"I can`t..." she muttered sadly.

"Why not?" he asked, confused. All seemed well according to him.

"I-I`d be..be fraternizing with the enemy..." she said, just barely above a whisper.

"So what?" he said, drawing her nearer. Hermione gave into him as his lips touched hers. They were so soft and warm for such and enemy, Hermione mused.

The kiss deepened and Draco pried her mouth open, his toung invading hers. Hermione flung her arms around him and held him closer.

Draco Malfoy had never known he could want somebody so badly before. Sure, he had kissed (numerous times, at that), but it never made him feel like this- all warm and tingly inside and out. He shivered as he felt the contours of her body against his chest and began to kiss her a bit more passionately.

No, he certainly never had a kiss like that. All of the kisses he both gave and received were stiff and forced, more abusing than loving. It was the happiest moment of his life. Hermione suddenly pulled away with a frown on her face. To him, this seemed to rank among the worst moments of his life... "What`s wrong?"

"You`re him." she stated blankly, looking down.

"What?"

Her eyes met his this time. "You`re the lover in my dream,' she said, pronouncing each word carefully.

"I am? What dream?"

"The one that made me scream."

Draco nodded, not sure if he liked where this was going. "Oh...How do you know?"he asked nervously.

"In made dream, someone made me feel like you just did..." she blushed furiously.

"Well, that`s good. Isn`t it?" he asked.

She nodded, then shook her head when she remembered the dream`s ending. He raised a confused eyebrow. "In the end of the dream," she continued, " I was taken by some very dark force... and it hurt. It hurt so badly being taken away from you that I screamed. It felt as though my heart had been ripped form my body- literally...I screamed. You screamed also."

He sighed. "That doesn`t sound like a very good dream. Perhaps it was just a dream; nothing else. It was just a dream." He smiled and held her around her waist.

"You know, Hermione, So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle gently entwist the ivy so enrings the barky fingers of the elm."

Hermione smiled ruefully up at him. "Shakespeare... So the Slytherin King does have a soft spot for muggles," she teased.

Draco laughed and said sheepishly, "Just a wee bit..."

She returned the smile and added, "You know, I reckon I`m falling for you, Mr. Malfoy."

"Oh, I do hope so!"



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