DISCLAIMER: oh please, even if someone does sue me, it would be a complete waste of time, as I own nothing of value. But, yeah the characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and she's a damn fine writer, don't you agree?
Thanks to all you guys who reviewed, I was so happy to see I had gotten over ten!! And yes, to popular demand, we WILL see the sexy blond babe (Draco) in leather pants soon. J
By the way, I'm new at fanfiction.net, so can someone tell me in his or her reviews: does OOC mean Out Of Character and what's a Mary-Sue? Thanks guys. J
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"We need you to do this, Draco. In order to save Hermione's life, we must brew a potion so complex and hard, that only the most advanced potion brewers should even attempt it. However, we need your blood to make the potion complete. But, this isn't the usual blood potion. If you do this, then you will be drained of all your strength and power for at least a day, if not several." Albus Dumbledore looked at him from the tops of his half-moon spectacles. Draco looked a bit shaken by this, but a grin came over his face. "Does that mean I get Hermione to look after me while I regain my strength?" he asked.
The twinkle reappeared in Dumbledore's eyes, and he said to Draco, "Yes, if that is what she wants to do."
Draco held out his left arm, smiling. He was just glad that Hermione was going to be all right.
***
"Hello, Hermi." The voice broke into Hermione's mind once more. She was back in her room, and the beautiful girl with the ice-cold voice was standing in front of her.
"What are you doing here? You know what, I don't care. Just go AWAY." Hermione bit her lip as this last remark came out. 'It's only a dream,' she reassured herself.
Beax laughed. "Are you sure, Hermi? Are you absolutely sure that it's only a dream?" Her voice was smooth, like silk, however it held something in there. Whether it was power, fear or anger, Hermione didn't know. All she knew is that she wanted to get out of there. "You can't escape me Hermione. I will be with you wherever you go, whatever you do." She walked closer to her, and took her right arm. She ran a fingernail down it, and vanished. (FeatherQuill's note: *shakes head* what is it with Beax and her fingernails?)
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Hermione gasped, and her eyes flew open. She struggled to sit up, and she was covered in sweat. It was the middle of the night, but there was moonlight for her to see. She raised her right arm, and felt her eyes widen. Because on that arm, was a long red welt, right where that girl had scratched it. She lay back down, her breathing slow and laboured. She didn't understand, she had never known anything like this to happen to HER. It was always Harry got the bad dreams, never her. "Never me," she repeated into the still night air.
She lay back down onto her pillows, but it was a long time before Hermione Granger fell asleep.
***
Severus Snape watched the potion bubble and burn in front of him. He hadn't yet added the boy's blood, so the potion was a flimsy blue, instead of the deep red it soon would be. The potion was a complex and complicated process, and he was a little surprised that Dumbledore had asked him to do it so quickly.
He was more surprised than anyone when the two had decided to start dating. He would have never had thought it, yet when the two had shown up together at Halloween dinner, sat together, danced and ate together…well, it was pretty obvious. They had caused quite a stir, but they sat through it smiling, lost in each other's eyes. Typical, even the smart-mouthed Muggleborn has someone, he thought bitterly.
"Ah, Severus, there you are," came the voice of Albus Dumbledore. He was carrying a small vial of Draco Malfoy's blood.
"Thankyou, Albus." He stretched out his hand for the blood, and added it to the pot. Almost immediately the potion hissed, and a cloud of smoke came up. Coughing and waving his hand to get rid of it, Snape poured some into a flask, which he then gave to Dumbledore.
"Goodbye Severus, thankyou for making the potion for Miss Granger." With that he left the room, and continued towards the hospital wing. On two different beds lay Hermione and Draco, Hermione sleeping with deep circles under her eyes, and Draco lying very still, his eyes closed.
He went to Hermione's side, and gently woke her up.
"Yes, Professor?" she said tiredly.
"Here is the potion, Miss Granger. Drink and you will feel better." He handed her the potion, and watched while she coughed and spluttered over the taste. He noticed a change; practically the minute she finished it. Her cheeks were filled with more colour than they had been in days.
She smiled, sitting up, with only a hint of any struggle this time. "Where's Draco?" she asked.
He swept his hand towards the other hospital bed, were Draco was lying very still. Hermione's face went white. "Th-there's nothing wrong with him, is there?" she stammered.
"No, Miss Granger. He will be like that for a few days, as his strength went into the potion that you just drank." Hermione's hand went to her throat. "You mean, I just drank all of Draco's strength?" she asked. "No, not all. Most of it, yes, but he will regain it quickly."
She breathed a sigh of relief. Dumbledore, remembering that he had an open box of sherbet lemons on his desk, and a very hungry phoenix, made his excuses and left the two together.
Hermione slowly walked over to Draco's bed, and sat on it. He opened his eyes, just slightly, so there was a crack of light coming through. "Hi," she said softly to him.
"You know, since I saved your practically, doesn't that mean you owe me something?" He said quietly, a little grin on his face.
Hermione bent over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll make it up to you."
She regretted saying it when his little grin broke into a large, silly one. "Not that way!" she said laughing.
"Damn."
Hermione felt tired. I probably shouldn't have walked over here and talked so quickly, she thought. She made her way back to her own bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
***
2 hours later…
"What's Malfoy doing here? He's not dead is he?"
"Oh, poor dead Malfoy, the ooky little bugger. Do you think I'd be allowed to keep his watch?"
"Ron!"
"No you cannot have my watch, it is 17 carat gold, thankyou very much," came a quiet voice from the other side of the room.
Harry and Ron grinned. "What are you doing here anyway, Malfoy?"
Hermione was awoken by this conversation, and sat up quickly. "Leave him alone guys. He's here because he let Dumbledore drain all his strength to make a potion for me to get better."
"Yeah, Weasel, I'm not dead."
"Damn," Ron said grinning.
Hermione had come to expect these exchanges. Over the weeks Draco had become slightly friendlier to Harry and Ron, and vice-versa, but some of the old hostility still remained. She looked at her old friends and grinned. They both looked tired, and had large heavy black bags with them, but they were a sight for sore eyes!
"So you mean, if we hit him, he can't hit back?"
"Harry! Don't you dare!"
"Just checking." He tried to give her an innocent look, but the grin he was concealing gave him away. She happily patted the bed, motioning for Harry and Ron to sit down.
"So, what's been happening?" she asked them.
"Trip to Hogsmeade yesterday, remember? We got you lots of pressies." Harry and Ron grinned as they opened their black bags. Looking closer, she could see that they were stuffed to the brim with sweets and jokes from Zonkos's Joke Shop.
They had a happy few hours together, eating sweets and plotting how to get some firecrackers into Snape's cauldron during potions without him noticing. They even let Hermione keep some for Draco for when he got better.
Until Madam Pomfrey came in. Her face went red, and she spluttered at Ron and Harry, causing them to make a very hasty exit. "You two are here to rest," she said to Hermione and Draco, "not to have a party when you feel the slightest bit better!"
Their answer to this was to simply fall asleep. Madam Pomfrey sighed, and walked out of the room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.
***
The next few days were very boring. They both got better over time, and enjoyed each other's company, and Harry and Ron came to visit often.
They were all better, full of strength, and the summer holidays were only a few days away, but Madam Pomfrey kept them in there for observation. However, two days before the holidays would start, she let them out.
"It's so good to see the sun!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yeah, it is ok, especially being stuck in that hospital roo-"
Draco's speech was cut short by the arrival of a tawny brown owl. He dropped a letter into Draco's hands, turned, and left. He opened it, read it, and gave it to Hermione.
"What?" she asked, reading.
"It's from my father…"
***
So… what's in the letter? What will the summer holidays bring? And most important, WHEN are we going to see that sexy blond babe in leather pants? All in Chapter 3….
I cant thank everybody who reviewed, as I'm writing this offline, but thankyou anyway!! Kisses & hugs.
Also, please tell me in your reviews, how do you make font italic, bold, etc? I want to make Hermione's dreams italic, but it's not working. Grrrrrrr........
Thanks to all you guys who reviewed, I was so happy to see I had gotten over ten!! And yes, to popular demand, we WILL see the sexy blond babe (Draco) in leather pants soon. J
By the way, I'm new at fanfiction.net, so can someone tell me in his or her reviews: does OOC mean Out Of Character and what's a Mary-Sue? Thanks guys. J
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"We need you to do this, Draco. In order to save Hermione's life, we must brew a potion so complex and hard, that only the most advanced potion brewers should even attempt it. However, we need your blood to make the potion complete. But, this isn't the usual blood potion. If you do this, then you will be drained of all your strength and power for at least a day, if not several." Albus Dumbledore looked at him from the tops of his half-moon spectacles. Draco looked a bit shaken by this, but a grin came over his face. "Does that mean I get Hermione to look after me while I regain my strength?" he asked.
The twinkle reappeared in Dumbledore's eyes, and he said to Draco, "Yes, if that is what she wants to do."
Draco held out his left arm, smiling. He was just glad that Hermione was going to be all right.
***
"Hello, Hermi." The voice broke into Hermione's mind once more. She was back in her room, and the beautiful girl with the ice-cold voice was standing in front of her.
"What are you doing here? You know what, I don't care. Just go AWAY." Hermione bit her lip as this last remark came out. 'It's only a dream,' she reassured herself.
Beax laughed. "Are you sure, Hermi? Are you absolutely sure that it's only a dream?" Her voice was smooth, like silk, however it held something in there. Whether it was power, fear or anger, Hermione didn't know. All she knew is that she wanted to get out of there. "You can't escape me Hermione. I will be with you wherever you go, whatever you do." She walked closer to her, and took her right arm. She ran a fingernail down it, and vanished. (FeatherQuill's note: *shakes head* what is it with Beax and her fingernails?)
***
Hermione gasped, and her eyes flew open. She struggled to sit up, and she was covered in sweat. It was the middle of the night, but there was moonlight for her to see. She raised her right arm, and felt her eyes widen. Because on that arm, was a long red welt, right where that girl had scratched it. She lay back down, her breathing slow and laboured. She didn't understand, she had never known anything like this to happen to HER. It was always Harry got the bad dreams, never her. "Never me," she repeated into the still night air.
She lay back down onto her pillows, but it was a long time before Hermione Granger fell asleep.
***
Severus Snape watched the potion bubble and burn in front of him. He hadn't yet added the boy's blood, so the potion was a flimsy blue, instead of the deep red it soon would be. The potion was a complex and complicated process, and he was a little surprised that Dumbledore had asked him to do it so quickly.
He was more surprised than anyone when the two had decided to start dating. He would have never had thought it, yet when the two had shown up together at Halloween dinner, sat together, danced and ate together…well, it was pretty obvious. They had caused quite a stir, but they sat through it smiling, lost in each other's eyes. Typical, even the smart-mouthed Muggleborn has someone, he thought bitterly.
"Ah, Severus, there you are," came the voice of Albus Dumbledore. He was carrying a small vial of Draco Malfoy's blood.
"Thankyou, Albus." He stretched out his hand for the blood, and added it to the pot. Almost immediately the potion hissed, and a cloud of smoke came up. Coughing and waving his hand to get rid of it, Snape poured some into a flask, which he then gave to Dumbledore.
"Goodbye Severus, thankyou for making the potion for Miss Granger." With that he left the room, and continued towards the hospital wing. On two different beds lay Hermione and Draco, Hermione sleeping with deep circles under her eyes, and Draco lying very still, his eyes closed.
He went to Hermione's side, and gently woke her up.
"Yes, Professor?" she said tiredly.
"Here is the potion, Miss Granger. Drink and you will feel better." He handed her the potion, and watched while she coughed and spluttered over the taste. He noticed a change; practically the minute she finished it. Her cheeks were filled with more colour than they had been in days.
She smiled, sitting up, with only a hint of any struggle this time. "Where's Draco?" she asked.
He swept his hand towards the other hospital bed, were Draco was lying very still. Hermione's face went white. "Th-there's nothing wrong with him, is there?" she stammered.
"No, Miss Granger. He will be like that for a few days, as his strength went into the potion that you just drank." Hermione's hand went to her throat. "You mean, I just drank all of Draco's strength?" she asked. "No, not all. Most of it, yes, but he will regain it quickly."
She breathed a sigh of relief. Dumbledore, remembering that he had an open box of sherbet lemons on his desk, and a very hungry phoenix, made his excuses and left the two together.
Hermione slowly walked over to Draco's bed, and sat on it. He opened his eyes, just slightly, so there was a crack of light coming through. "Hi," she said softly to him.
"You know, since I saved your practically, doesn't that mean you owe me something?" He said quietly, a little grin on his face.
Hermione bent over and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll make it up to you."
She regretted saying it when his little grin broke into a large, silly one. "Not that way!" she said laughing.
"Damn."
Hermione felt tired. I probably shouldn't have walked over here and talked so quickly, she thought. She made her way back to her own bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
***
2 hours later…
"What's Malfoy doing here? He's not dead is he?"
"Oh, poor dead Malfoy, the ooky little bugger. Do you think I'd be allowed to keep his watch?"
"Ron!"
"No you cannot have my watch, it is 17 carat gold, thankyou very much," came a quiet voice from the other side of the room.
Harry and Ron grinned. "What are you doing here anyway, Malfoy?"
Hermione was awoken by this conversation, and sat up quickly. "Leave him alone guys. He's here because he let Dumbledore drain all his strength to make a potion for me to get better."
"Yeah, Weasel, I'm not dead."
"Damn," Ron said grinning.
Hermione had come to expect these exchanges. Over the weeks Draco had become slightly friendlier to Harry and Ron, and vice-versa, but some of the old hostility still remained. She looked at her old friends and grinned. They both looked tired, and had large heavy black bags with them, but they were a sight for sore eyes!
"So you mean, if we hit him, he can't hit back?"
"Harry! Don't you dare!"
"Just checking." He tried to give her an innocent look, but the grin he was concealing gave him away. She happily patted the bed, motioning for Harry and Ron to sit down.
"So, what's been happening?" she asked them.
"Trip to Hogsmeade yesterday, remember? We got you lots of pressies." Harry and Ron grinned as they opened their black bags. Looking closer, she could see that they were stuffed to the brim with sweets and jokes from Zonkos's Joke Shop.
They had a happy few hours together, eating sweets and plotting how to get some firecrackers into Snape's cauldron during potions without him noticing. They even let Hermione keep some for Draco for when he got better.
Until Madam Pomfrey came in. Her face went red, and she spluttered at Ron and Harry, causing them to make a very hasty exit. "You two are here to rest," she said to Hermione and Draco, "not to have a party when you feel the slightest bit better!"
Their answer to this was to simply fall asleep. Madam Pomfrey sighed, and walked out of the room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.
***
The next few days were very boring. They both got better over time, and enjoyed each other's company, and Harry and Ron came to visit often.
They were all better, full of strength, and the summer holidays were only a few days away, but Madam Pomfrey kept them in there for observation. However, two days before the holidays would start, she let them out.
"It's so good to see the sun!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yeah, it is ok, especially being stuck in that hospital roo-"
Draco's speech was cut short by the arrival of a tawny brown owl. He dropped a letter into Draco's hands, turned, and left. He opened it, read it, and gave it to Hermione.
"What?" she asked, reading.
"It's from my father…"
***
So… what's in the letter? What will the summer holidays bring? And most important, WHEN are we going to see that sexy blond babe in leather pants? All in Chapter 3….
I cant thank everybody who reviewed, as I'm writing this offline, but thankyou anyway!! Kisses & hugs.
Also, please tell me in your reviews, how do you make font italic, bold, etc? I want to make Hermione's dreams italic, but it's not working. Grrrrrrr........