A/N: This is a chapter fic, it contains: angst, romance, based off of the song "Here's To The Night" that I always use to envision a D/Hr relationship.
Disclaimer: People/Places/Things/Other copyrighted material belong to J.K. Rowling, or, more appropriately, Warner Bros.
Here's To The Night
By: Antares Altair
Christmas vacation was finally over, classes where about to resume and Draco and Hermione had only talked briefly since that one night. Draco was sitting in the Great Hall with the rest of the Slytherins, eating the morning meal, the regular storm of swooping owls flooded the hall, dropping letters to each of the students they where addressed to. Draco was bent over his toast, when a little tawny brown owl landed on his plate. "What the crap!" he yelled, then looking around, hoping no one had heard him, he untied the note, seeing who it as from, he tucked it in his pocket, and hastily finished breakfast. Heading up to the dormitory with a couple of other boys, he veered off towards the library, where he was sure to be alone. Pulling out the letter, he read:
Draco, I don't know why I'm doing this, maybe I'm crazy, but I want you to meet me, tomorrow, when everyone is at Hogsmeade, meet me in the dungeon that's on the opposite end of the hallway from Snapes'. Please Come!
-Hermione
Why in the hell would she want me to meet her there? Why in the hell would she want me to meet her? Why in the hell am I even talking to her? Oh yah, the whole potions thing, Damn you Snape! Standing up, he began to move out towards the library door, Hermione, at that same time was coming through the library door, as he past her, he gave a small nod. Hermione acknowledged and proceeded to make her way to the restricted section.
Upon entering the commons room, the sight that met Draco's eyes was not a pleasant one. Facing him, was an exact mirror, only a bit more mature maybe, of himself. "Draco," he said "come with me." Draco followed him to a tiny candy wrapper, which he and his father touched, instantly they where transported to Malfoy Manor. Continuing to follow his father, Draco looked around at the cold damp dungeons, cringing as he saw the people housed in his fathers cells. Lucius stopped in front of one cell in particular, there he saw an image engraved in his mind forever.
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***next day***
She had little time before Draco would meet her there, it was the late afternoon, and it was to her knowledge that all the Hogwarts students (with the exception of her and Draco) would be spending the night at the inn, as a special treat, most of the teachers where there too, but Hermione knew how to put up a simple charm that would repel the remaining ones. Sitting down on a long stone table that was in the center of the room. The sound of footsteps was heard outside the door, she hid herself just in case it was unwanted company. Draco stepped in, a look of pain and grimace on his face, his silver hair glowing in the evening sun, that was swiftly sinking. Sitting down beside her, he asked "What do you want?" Hermione laid her hand on his back, he winced, pulling her hand away, she saw a red liquid on her palm, the same red liquid covered the back of his shirt. "Take off your shirt." Hermione ordered. Draco, reluctantly did so, revealing a small silver dragon that hung on a silver chain around his chest, and a nicely toned body. "I can't see in this light." Hermione said softly. Draco responded by lying on his stomach on the table, where the evening sunlight flooded the surface. Hermione gasped. "Draco... maybe we should tell Dumbledo-" "No." he interrupted fiercely "no one." Hermione ran her fingers gently over the many bloody slashes in his back, feeling him wince every time she same near one. Her hands moved down his back, bringing him a sort of cool relief to the areas she touched. "Oh Draco..." He laid his head down on the table and closed his eyes, moaning. Hermione sat beside him for a while, stroking his back. Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to a cauldron bubbling in the corner, mixing in the ingredients to make the potion she wanted, she heard Draco ask in a low voice "What are you doing?" "You'll see." She replied simply, continuing to stir and mix. Pouring the potion into a goblet, she then took out a small silver dagger, decorated with carved figures of dragons on the handle and walked over to Draco. Picking up his hand she said "Hold still." "Why?" he asked as she took the tip of the blade and cut a small fine gash on the pad of his thumb, quickly, she collected a small drop of blood and added it to her potion. "What Was That For?!" he exclaimed. "Shuttup and lie still!" drinking the potion, she moved over and sat down next to Draco, who had grudgingly returned to his previous position on the table. Hermione suddenly began to fly back in time, not as far though, which was probably a good thing, seeing as too much farther and she thought she might be getting sick on Draco's past.
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Walking down a dark, damp, foul-smelling passageway, Hermione (now in Draco's body) followed a fair-haired man in front of her, who could only be Draco's father. Stopping in front of one cell, she looked in and immediately held back a scream. In front of her was a dark-haired woman, who's pointed features where covered in dirt and blood. Her white skin was yellow and bruised, blood leaking out of sores, new and old. "Narcissa...." The words tumbled out of her mouth. "In boy." The man beside him hissed. She felt herself moving into the stone chamber and kneeling beside Draco's mother as the door closed behind him. A feeling overwhelmed her, one of Draco's she decided, one that had been particularly strong at the moment, it was hard to say what it was, pity maybe? It was impossible to tell. She went over the far corner of the dungeon and laid down, closing her eyes, she finally went to sleep.
Waking up a little while later, she found herself, in Draco's flesh hanging once again from the stone wall, facing the wall this time. A searing pain ripped through her back as the whip lashed over her again, trailing bloody marks. Over and over again, until her back was raw and there was hardly any skin left that wasn't torn to shreds. Lucius walked over and let her down from the wall, she followed him, wincing with every step. He led her back to the cell where Draco's mother lay, she was even bloodier than she had been. Lucius just stared at her with his eyes of steel, she felt herself nod knowingly and pick up Draco's wand. Narcissa curled up in a ball as a curse fell upon her "Crucio!" Hermione watched as figure before her squirmed and writhed, she herself recalled the pain that curse made you feel. She mentally shuddered. "Finite Incantium." She whispered. Only then did she become aware of Draco's father muttering words at her "Torturus Mortificatus." He whispered. She saw all of Draco's worst memories flashing before her eyes, except, she saw them with her parents in place of Draco's, it was her mother she was slowly killing, not Draco's. "Oh My God..." she said as she began to spin forwards towards the stone dungeon.
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As soon as Hermione became awakened, Draco cast a spell, "Memorias Revieturus" he fell into a trance, from which he awoke from only a short time after, knowing all that had happened. "Hermione...." He said softly. She just looked at him, shaking. He jumped down off of the table and led her over to a chair in the corner. "I don't even know why I'm here, if you where an idiot enough to go back into my past, again, then you deserve to suffer." He turned to leave. "Wait...." Hermione sniffled "Don't go yet...." Draco turned around "Why not? Are you now suddenly the boss of me? I will not be given orders by filthy mudblood scum!" "Come off it Draco!" she exclaimed "I was just trying to help, I thought that maybe, well, we had more in common than we thought and..." Draco walked back over to her and held her chin in his hand, forcing her eyes to his "What is it that we have in common Mudblood? Huh? Do your parents beat you? Do they expect things from you, you know you can never give them? Do you know what it feels like to come home to a nice house, with everything you could ever want and have someone stare you in the eye and tell you, you don't deserve it?"
She stared back at him, with calm, understanding soft brown eyes "I know what it's like to be shunned, look at Ron and Harry, they have each other, what about me? I have no one. You also, have no one, we are truly two of a kind." Draco stalked away to a corner of the room, and sat down, Hermione followed him, his shirt still lie in a crumpled heap on the floor beside the stone table.
She sat beside him, waiting for the verbal lashing she had coming. "What do you want Granger?" he asked softly. Hermione looked at him and said "Why are you such and asshole Malfoy?" A small grin played on Draco's lips as he turned his head towards the window. "Why do you care?" Hermione looked at him with her inquisitive chocolate eyes, she didn't say anything as she moved a little closer. Draco looked back at her, his silver eyes briefly meeting hers, the little remaining sunlight reflected off his hair. He inched a little closer to her, so there was only half a foot of space between them. "What does your father do, that can do... this?" Hermione asked, running her fingers over the bloody gashes, magically healing them as she went.
"Thank you...." Was all Draco could say as sweet relief washed over him. But she didn't hear him, she was inching closer to him, there was only about two inches in between them now. Malfoy moved the rest of the way. Deep brown eyes met reflective silver ones, now, becoming more of a blue than gray. "Hermione...." He began. "Shush, don't talk..." Hermione responded softly "Not now..." Putting his arm around her, Draco pulled her close, into a slow, passionate kiss, his mouth on hers, her tongue caressing the roof of his mouth. Hermione felt herself being pushed to the ground, Draco's full weight pressed against her, his hands cushioning her head.....
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All of the suns light gone from the world, the sky clouded over, and opaque drops of rain fell from the sky.
Draco propped himself up against the stone wall, watching her sleep, the auburn locks of hair fell delicately across her face.
"What are you staring at?" the thought-to-be-sleeping Hermione mumbled.
"One of the most beautiful creatures on God's green Earth." He replied, smiling. Hermione curled up against him and said "I love you too Draco..."
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The night had passed passionatly, now Draco was laying on the cool stone floor, with the heat from Hermione's body radiating off of his own. She stirred, and he wrapped his arm around her, the early morning sun was beginning to rise, and little streams of light ran through the small windows.
Hermione was still asleep when he got up, being careful not to wake her, he got dressed, and looking once more at the creature in front of him, remembering all of the sweaty events from the previous night. "I love you too Mione..."
Turning away from the angel at his feet, the black cape billowing out behind him as he walked swiftly out the door, and away from the best night of his life.
A/N: See the little box down there? Life-size blow up Draco's to all who use it!
Disclaimer: People/Places/Things/Other copyrighted material belong to J.K. Rowling, or, more appropriately, Warner Bros.
Here's To The Night
By: Antares Altair
Christmas vacation was finally over, classes where about to resume and Draco and Hermione had only talked briefly since that one night. Draco was sitting in the Great Hall with the rest of the Slytherins, eating the morning meal, the regular storm of swooping owls flooded the hall, dropping letters to each of the students they where addressed to. Draco was bent over his toast, when a little tawny brown owl landed on his plate. "What the crap!" he yelled, then looking around, hoping no one had heard him, he untied the note, seeing who it as from, he tucked it in his pocket, and hastily finished breakfast. Heading up to the dormitory with a couple of other boys, he veered off towards the library, where he was sure to be alone. Pulling out the letter, he read:
Draco, I don't know why I'm doing this, maybe I'm crazy, but I want you to meet me, tomorrow, when everyone is at Hogsmeade, meet me in the dungeon that's on the opposite end of the hallway from Snapes'. Please Come!
-Hermione
Why in the hell would she want me to meet her there? Why in the hell would she want me to meet her? Why in the hell am I even talking to her? Oh yah, the whole potions thing, Damn you Snape! Standing up, he began to move out towards the library door, Hermione, at that same time was coming through the library door, as he past her, he gave a small nod. Hermione acknowledged and proceeded to make her way to the restricted section.
Upon entering the commons room, the sight that met Draco's eyes was not a pleasant one. Facing him, was an exact mirror, only a bit more mature maybe, of himself. "Draco," he said "come with me." Draco followed him to a tiny candy wrapper, which he and his father touched, instantly they where transported to Malfoy Manor. Continuing to follow his father, Draco looked around at the cold damp dungeons, cringing as he saw the people housed in his fathers cells. Lucius stopped in front of one cell in particular, there he saw an image engraved in his mind forever.
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***next day***
She had little time before Draco would meet her there, it was the late afternoon, and it was to her knowledge that all the Hogwarts students (with the exception of her and Draco) would be spending the night at the inn, as a special treat, most of the teachers where there too, but Hermione knew how to put up a simple charm that would repel the remaining ones. Sitting down on a long stone table that was in the center of the room. The sound of footsteps was heard outside the door, she hid herself just in case it was unwanted company. Draco stepped in, a look of pain and grimace on his face, his silver hair glowing in the evening sun, that was swiftly sinking. Sitting down beside her, he asked "What do you want?" Hermione laid her hand on his back, he winced, pulling her hand away, she saw a red liquid on her palm, the same red liquid covered the back of his shirt. "Take off your shirt." Hermione ordered. Draco, reluctantly did so, revealing a small silver dragon that hung on a silver chain around his chest, and a nicely toned body. "I can't see in this light." Hermione said softly. Draco responded by lying on his stomach on the table, where the evening sunlight flooded the surface. Hermione gasped. "Draco... maybe we should tell Dumbledo-" "No." he interrupted fiercely "no one." Hermione ran her fingers gently over the many bloody slashes in his back, feeling him wince every time she same near one. Her hands moved down his back, bringing him a sort of cool relief to the areas she touched. "Oh Draco..." He laid his head down on the table and closed his eyes, moaning. Hermione sat beside him for a while, stroking his back. Suddenly, she stood up and walked over to a cauldron bubbling in the corner, mixing in the ingredients to make the potion she wanted, she heard Draco ask in a low voice "What are you doing?" "You'll see." She replied simply, continuing to stir and mix. Pouring the potion into a goblet, she then took out a small silver dagger, decorated with carved figures of dragons on the handle and walked over to Draco. Picking up his hand she said "Hold still." "Why?" he asked as she took the tip of the blade and cut a small fine gash on the pad of his thumb, quickly, she collected a small drop of blood and added it to her potion. "What Was That For?!" he exclaimed. "Shuttup and lie still!" drinking the potion, she moved over and sat down next to Draco, who had grudgingly returned to his previous position on the table. Hermione suddenly began to fly back in time, not as far though, which was probably a good thing, seeing as too much farther and she thought she might be getting sick on Draco's past.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Draco's Memory~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Walking down a dark, damp, foul-smelling passageway, Hermione (now in Draco's body) followed a fair-haired man in front of her, who could only be Draco's father. Stopping in front of one cell, she looked in and immediately held back a scream. In front of her was a dark-haired woman, who's pointed features where covered in dirt and blood. Her white skin was yellow and bruised, blood leaking out of sores, new and old. "Narcissa...." The words tumbled out of her mouth. "In boy." The man beside him hissed. She felt herself moving into the stone chamber and kneeling beside Draco's mother as the door closed behind him. A feeling overwhelmed her, one of Draco's she decided, one that had been particularly strong at the moment, it was hard to say what it was, pity maybe? It was impossible to tell. She went over the far corner of the dungeon and laid down, closing her eyes, she finally went to sleep.
Waking up a little while later, she found herself, in Draco's flesh hanging once again from the stone wall, facing the wall this time. A searing pain ripped through her back as the whip lashed over her again, trailing bloody marks. Over and over again, until her back was raw and there was hardly any skin left that wasn't torn to shreds. Lucius walked over and let her down from the wall, she followed him, wincing with every step. He led her back to the cell where Draco's mother lay, she was even bloodier than she had been. Lucius just stared at her with his eyes of steel, she felt herself nod knowingly and pick up Draco's wand. Narcissa curled up in a ball as a curse fell upon her "Crucio!" Hermione watched as figure before her squirmed and writhed, she herself recalled the pain that curse made you feel. She mentally shuddered. "Finite Incantium." She whispered. Only then did she become aware of Draco's father muttering words at her "Torturus Mortificatus." He whispered. She saw all of Draco's worst memories flashing before her eyes, except, she saw them with her parents in place of Draco's, it was her mother she was slowly killing, not Draco's. "Oh My God..." she said as she began to spin forwards towards the stone dungeon.
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As soon as Hermione became awakened, Draco cast a spell, "Memorias Revieturus" he fell into a trance, from which he awoke from only a short time after, knowing all that had happened. "Hermione...." He said softly. She just looked at him, shaking. He jumped down off of the table and led her over to a chair in the corner. "I don't even know why I'm here, if you where an idiot enough to go back into my past, again, then you deserve to suffer." He turned to leave. "Wait...." Hermione sniffled "Don't go yet...." Draco turned around "Why not? Are you now suddenly the boss of me? I will not be given orders by filthy mudblood scum!" "Come off it Draco!" she exclaimed "I was just trying to help, I thought that maybe, well, we had more in common than we thought and..." Draco walked back over to her and held her chin in his hand, forcing her eyes to his "What is it that we have in common Mudblood? Huh? Do your parents beat you? Do they expect things from you, you know you can never give them? Do you know what it feels like to come home to a nice house, with everything you could ever want and have someone stare you in the eye and tell you, you don't deserve it?"
She stared back at him, with calm, understanding soft brown eyes "I know what it's like to be shunned, look at Ron and Harry, they have each other, what about me? I have no one. You also, have no one, we are truly two of a kind." Draco stalked away to a corner of the room, and sat down, Hermione followed him, his shirt still lie in a crumpled heap on the floor beside the stone table.
She sat beside him, waiting for the verbal lashing she had coming. "What do you want Granger?" he asked softly. Hermione looked at him and said "Why are you such and asshole Malfoy?" A small grin played on Draco's lips as he turned his head towards the window. "Why do you care?" Hermione looked at him with her inquisitive chocolate eyes, she didn't say anything as she moved a little closer. Draco looked back at her, his silver eyes briefly meeting hers, the little remaining sunlight reflected off his hair. He inched a little closer to her, so there was only half a foot of space between them. "What does your father do, that can do... this?" Hermione asked, running her fingers over the bloody gashes, magically healing them as she went.
"Thank you...." Was all Draco could say as sweet relief washed over him. But she didn't hear him, she was inching closer to him, there was only about two inches in between them now. Malfoy moved the rest of the way. Deep brown eyes met reflective silver ones, now, becoming more of a blue than gray. "Hermione...." He began. "Shush, don't talk..." Hermione responded softly "Not now..." Putting his arm around her, Draco pulled her close, into a slow, passionate kiss, his mouth on hers, her tongue caressing the roof of his mouth. Hermione felt herself being pushed to the ground, Draco's full weight pressed against her, his hands cushioning her head.....
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All of the suns light gone from the world, the sky clouded over, and opaque drops of rain fell from the sky.
Draco propped himself up against the stone wall, watching her sleep, the auburn locks of hair fell delicately across her face.
"What are you staring at?" the thought-to-be-sleeping Hermione mumbled.
"One of the most beautiful creatures on God's green Earth." He replied, smiling. Hermione curled up against him and said "I love you too Draco..."
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The night had passed passionatly, now Draco was laying on the cool stone floor, with the heat from Hermione's body radiating off of his own. She stirred, and he wrapped his arm around her, the early morning sun was beginning to rise, and little streams of light ran through the small windows.
Hermione was still asleep when he got up, being careful not to wake her, he got dressed, and looking once more at the creature in front of him, remembering all of the sweaty events from the previous night. "I love you too Mione..."
Turning away from the angel at his feet, the black cape billowing out behind him as he walked swiftly out the door, and away from the best night of his life.
A/N: See the little box down there? Life-size blow up Draco's to all who use it!
