* Draco's Angel II: Amor Aeturna *
* Chapter 1: Left of the Middle *
* By Cyber Gal *
A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back! Ok anyway this is the sequel to Draco's Angel and it's called Amor Aeturna. That's Latin for Undying Love. If you're new and you haven't read my first story, then I advise you to go and read Draco's Angel. If you don't you may find parts of this confusing. Okay, there's some making out in this chapter so if you don't like that, when you get to the part, just skip over I until you reach *~*~*. Well without further adieu, here's the first chapter. (more after the story)
Draco Malfoy tossed and turned in his bed. It was his first day in his new house, actually it was Hermione's house. So far everything on that day had gone fine, but for some reason Draco couldn't sleep. He and Hermione had finished their sixth year at Hogwarts together, and surprisingly nothing else bad had happened. Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy still hadn't been found, but nothing of them had been heard lately. For the time being, Draco had almost totally forgotten about the Dark Side. He was focusing on his new life, with Hermione. Their relationship was going great; she meant the world to him. It was like with her, Draco was a total different person. He wasn't like his old self at all.
It was almost like Draco and Harry had traded spots. After his whole event with Voldemort, Harry went into rehab training program. Mostly, he had recovered from it. As Sirius and Dumbledore put it, "All the stress of being a young teenage boy just went to his head." Harry didn't even remember most of it. Everything on that faithful day had happened so fast.
Snape and Ron remained the same. Nothing had really changed about them since the whole event with Lord Voldemort. Snape was still his same old mean self and Ron remained overly paranoid about everything. Hermione had actually found it rather funny. Whenever the subject of Draco was mentioned, Snape became very sensitive and acted very protective, almost parent like. Both had come out relatively normal, just a little bruised up and very confused. Maria Silver, on the other hand, was sent to Azkaban for a life sentence on account of using the polyjuice potion.
All four had received medals for their acts of bravery. Mostly, it was just a sign for the four of them to keep their mouths closed about what had happened. Cornelius Fudge didn't want the wizarding community to get scared. But more so, Cornelius Fudge was scared himself. Voldemort was back and powerful. And if he got Harry Potter on his side, who knows what would happen.
That day had gone fine for Draco. Actually, the day had flown by. After Hogwarts had let out for the year, Draco had ridden home with Hermione and her parents. Of course, as all parents would be, they were a little unsure about a stranger living in their house. Especially a boy who their daughter was very close to, but after Hermione had explained the situation, her parents welcomed him into their house with open arms, well at least one of them did. Draco felt they were doing it out of sympathy for him, but as long as he had a place to stay, he was happy. Hermione lived in a basic two-story house with three bedrooms, a kitchen, dinning room, two bathrooms and a living room. It was much smaller then Malfoy Mansion, but Draco was relived to be in something smaller, it was much easier to get around in. In his old house it had been an exercise to walk from his room down to the kitchen. All and all, he was happy with his new house, and his new life. But something was keeping Draco from a soundless sleep. There was just something unsettled in his mind, something that was bothering him. It was on the tip of his tongue, but yet he couldn't figure it out. As Draco finally drifted off to sleep, a strange dream filled his head.
In his dream Draco saw a girl with long strawberry colored hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a long green gown that fit her perfectly, showing off her slight curves. Next to the girl was a small blond boy with the same bright blue eyes. In fact, he resembled the girl a lot. Draco saw the girl walk around the room and over to small table. She sat there, watching the little boy. Every couple seconds she would glance over towards the door into the house, waiting for someone or something to pass through it. But it wasn't until a while later that something did pass through.
"Thank god you're alright!" The girl finally spoke as a tall man walked through the door and slammed it shut behind him, making the whole house shutter. The man was very tall with the same blond hair as the little boy, and blue gray eyes. In his hand the man held a small wooden box. Up the four sides it had four silver snakes each with an emerald eye. At the bottom of the four snakes for four key holes, each with the outline of a different key shape. On the top lid was some sort of writing that was usually unfamiliar to most people.
"I'm sorry honey. I'll try and get home earlier, really I'll try. Work has been so strenuous lately. This box is getting harder and harder to keep a secret. Salazar Slytherin is becoming such a pain lately. The crack thinks we're up to something and demands to know what. I even found him snooping around my office the other day. And he's been acting so sneaky. He's the one that's up to something," the man explained rubbing his head and sitting down next to the girl.
"Nathan," The girl replied looking concerned. "You look horrible. Maybe it would be better for you to take a couple days off, stay home with your family. Your son barely ever gets to see you."
"No," The man replied sternly. "Now is an important time at work. They need me there. You don't understand how important this box is."
"Again with the stupid box. That's all you care about lately. I swear, you pay more attention to that thing then you do to me!" The girl replied frowning.
"My father gave me this box to protect and I'm going to do just that. He protected it with his life, I protect it with mine and someday our son will protect it with his," the man said getting aggravated.
"Our son is not touching that thing," The girl answered. "He's not going to become as obsessed with it as you are." The girl got up from her chair and walked into the other room angry with her husband.
"Robert," the man said picking up his son and putting him on his lap. "You want to take Daddy's box, right?" The little boy nodded smiling away. "Good. That's my boy."
Draco woke up sweating all over. The dream he had just had seemed so real, and the people had looked so familiar. When his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness of the room, he looked around for a second forgetting where he was. He was used to waking up in his large bedroom on his four-post canopy bed. He was used to his large wardrobe across the room and his nightstand beside the bed. But now as he looked around he lay on a small bed with only a dresser and an armchair in the room. He was fine with his new house, but it was just new. It would take a while for him to get used to his new house, and to his new life. But he was willing to take his new life one step at a time, and with Hermione by his side, he felt he could to anything.
"Draco?" it was Hermione. She was smiling slightly, but Draco could see the worried look in her eyes. She looked beautiful to him in her long white silk nightgown that made her look like an angle, sent down from heaven.
"Yeah Hermione. What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Draco asked concerned.
"Oh nothing," she replied sitting down on his bed next to him. "You were talking in your sleep. I just wanted to see if you were okay."
"Oh, I'm fine," Draco replied wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her softly, not ever wanting to leave her embrace. She returned the kiss and brushed her hands through his sift blond hair, pulling him closer to her.
Draco thought of telling her about his dream, but he didn't want to spoil the moment. Hermione broke the kiss momentarily for a breath and then returned back to him for another. Hermione felt that whenever she was with Draco, he was all that she could think about and when he kissed her, she never wanted to stop. He was so perfect, they were so perfect together, that Hermione was still thinking that this was all a dream and that at any moment she would wake up and it would all be over. Her life was at its highest point, and she never wanted it to end.
"Um…Hermione," Draco said in between kisses. "What about your parents? I mean if they come in here and see us, well, I don't think they're going to let me stay in your house ever again."
"Oh, they're heavy sleepers," she answered pushing Draco back on the bed and leaning into another kiss. This time instead of Draco making all the moves, Hermione was in charge.
"Wow Hermione. I didn't know you had it in you!" Draco replied grinning a wide smile bearing a row of perfectly straight white teeth.
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," Hermione said reaching for his shirt.
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The next morning Draco woke up to see Hermione sitting on the armchair across from his bed, grinning.
"Wow Draco. You snore very loudly," Hermione said trying to stifle a laugh.
"Oh thanks," Draco replied sarcastically throwing a pillow at Hermione.
"Hey!" Hermione cried as the pillow hit her in the face. Hermione picked another pillow off the floor and threw it back at Draco. For several minutes the pillow fight continued until Draco ended it by tackling Hermione and pinning her down on the bed, when all the meanwhile, Hermione couldn't move due to a fit of giggles.
"Fine, you win!" Hermione laughed staring up at Draco who was siting on top of her. "Now get off please!"
"Alright I will. But first you have to say Draco is the best boyfriend in the whole world and I am so lucky to have him all to myself. He is so smart, modest, and not to mention the most attractive guy to ever enter Hogwarts," Draco prompted.
"Draco is a big-headed git who worships the grounds he walks on and is very sarcastic and obnoxious and annoying, but yet, is so dead sexy," Hermione answered.
"Fair enough," Draco replied climbing off of her and off the bed. "I'm starved. Let's have some breakfast.
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"So how did the two of you meet?" asked Hermione's father as the two made their way into the kitchen for breakfast.
"At school," Draco answered trying to be polite. He didn't want to give Hermione's parents a bad image. "Hermione and I were in some of the same classes."
"Oh, that's nice." He answered. He still couldn't believe that his wife had let a boy that Hermione was friends with into the house. Especially one that looked like Draco did. Not that he was the bad looking kid, it was the total opposite. Draco was good looking, all the more reasons for Hermione to get involved with him. Hermione's father sighed to himself. But his wife had insisted that Hermione was smart and she would make the right decisions. He knew his daughter was smart, but as he remembered what it was like to be a seventeen-year-old boy, he didn't like the idea for Draco to be living in his house with his daughter.
"No actually dad, I met Draco when I was locked in a dungeon, destined to be the next dark lord's wife. You see Draco saved me from Lord Voldemort and then we flew back to Hogwarts together," Hermione replied as if it were nothing. She smiled to herself knowing how her dad would react. She has said it purposefully to make her father mad. Her dad and her had a great relationship with each other. But it was a relationship where it was a constant contest between the two of them to see who could make the other one the angriest.
"Honey! I knew we should have never allowed her to go off to that, that, that-"
"School, dear," Hermione's mother replied. They had this conversation everyday. But Hermione knew how to take care of herself. Mrs. Granger smiled. She had raised a smart daughter.
"Yes that bloody school!" Mr. Granger replied. Whenever he got mad he had a tendency to forget certain words.
"Dear, Hermione is smart. She can take care of herself," she answered rolling her eyes at her husband. After the four had eaten breakfast, Mrs. Granger spoke up again. "Oh, I almost forgot. You're father and I have a meeting to go to. Are you two alright staying home alone?"
"Staying home alone?" Mr. Granger asked outraged. "I don't think so!"
"Dear, settle down," Mrs. Granger sighed as she made a metal note to have a good, long talk with her husband.
"Mum, Draco has some things at his house that he has to look through. Is that okay if we go to his house for that day?" Hermione asked hoping her mother would say yes.
"It's fine with me. But how are you going to get there?" Mrs. Granger asked glaring at her husband giving him the impression that now was a time to keep his mouth shut.
"Well I was going to use a portkey, if that is alright," Draco replied.
"A portkey?" Mr. Granger asked not understanding the magical vocabulary.
"Yes a portkey. It's a sort of transportation device. When you hold onto it, it takes you instantly to the place where you want to go." Hermione replied for once happy that she knew something and her father didn't.
"Oh, well-" Mr. Granger started to say but as he caught the glare that his wife was giving him, he shut his mouth.
"Well it's about time that you're father and I be going so have a fun time you too," Mrs. Granger winked and walked into the hallway, her husband following behind her muttering things like "Kids these days," and "She doesn't know what's good for her," and "When I was young."
"I'm getting the impression that your father doesn't like me," Draco said as he heard the front door shut and a car drive off.
"No he does. He's just paranoid. Sometimes I think he's related to Ron. Now those two would get along perfectly," Hermione replied laughing. "You have a portkey with you?"
"Well not exactly. But I don't think your parents would be happy with me and you flying on my broom," Draco answered.
"Oh yeah. My dad would have a heart attack," Hermione replied grinning. "Do you want to get going now?"
"Sure," Draco replied. "Just let me get my broom."
*~*~*
"Well here we are again," Draco said as he landed his broom in front of Malfoy Mansion. "Looks like it's the last time I'm going to see this place again." Hermione didn't know what to say. She knew it must have been hard for Draco, but he was never one to show it, or talk about it. "Well we're wasting time, let's go inside." Draco made his way up to his house and muttered a spell to unlock it. Before, Hermione would have been zapped to a million pieces, but all the dark arts stuff was removed and the house was remotely safe.
As Draco looked around his house, everything looked unfamiliar. All of the Dark Arts things had been removed and since mostly everything in his house was the related to the Dark Arts, it looked empty. Draco walked up the large staircase to the third floor where his room was located. His room remained the same; there weren't any Dark Art objects there. Picking up a few things that he needed, Draco shoved them in his bag and made his way through some of the other rooms, picking up random things, not really talking much. Hermione followed behind not saying much either.
After Draco had hit the most important rooms, he made his way up to the attic for one last check. The attic looked almost empty besides a couple rows of shelves. His father had kept all of his Dark Arts books up here along with many other types of weapons. Now remained rows of shelves and lawn furniture and old cloths. Basically everything that had went out of style was kept up there, things that the Malfoy's no longer approved of.
As Draco walked past a row of shelves he saw something glittering in the darkness of the room. It stood out against all the other things and Draco wondered what something like that was doing in the attic. As he came closer Draco saw a small box that looked very familiar. It was made of wood, a very dark wooden color. On the four sides of the box were four silver snakes running up the side, each with a green emerald for an eye. At the bottom of the four snakes were four keyholes, each with the outline of a different key. On the top lid of the box was some sort of writing, but none that Draco could understand or even read. It was in an unfamiliar language, something of a different tongue.
"Draco, what's that?" Hermione asked kneeling beside him.
"I don't know. It's written in a different language that I can't understand," he replied looking the box over.
"Here, let me see," Hermione said taking the box and squinting hard trying to read the writing.
"Hmmm…this is something I've never scene before. It's weird. Some of the letters are backwards. Well it's not Latin, or French. I'm stumped."
"Same here," Draco replied. The box looked familiar. He knew he had scene it somewhere else. It had been in his dream, but he had seen it in real life before.
"Oh," Hermione replied looking around her. "I left my bag downstairs. I'll be right back. Just let me go get it." Draco nodded as she left, but didn't take his eyes of the box. He remembered the man in his dream talking about it. What had he said? Salazar Slytherin was after it?
"Draco," came a voice that sounded very far away. It sounded almost like an echo, bouncing off the walls and coming right back again.
"Hello?" Draco called spinning around quickly, looking for the owner of the voice. As he turned, Draco caught a glimpse of a young, red haired woman wearing a long green gown.
"Draco," said the voice again sounding closer this time.
"Who's there?" Draco asked again running through the attic following the sound of the voice. As he came to the end of one of the bookshelves, standing in front of him was a short, thin girl with long red hair. She was wearing a long green gown that looked like it was from another century. She had very pale skin and deep blue eyes that looked very familiar. In fact, they looked just like Draco's.
"Draco," the women said again in a whisper. She sounded very urgent as if she had to get something out before her time ran out. "I don't have much time, so you must listen to me and do exactly as I say. The box that you found, keep it, and don't let anyone else touch it!"
"What? Who are you and what are you talking about?" Draco asked confused. Usually he would have grabbed for his wand but there was something about this girl that made him keep it in his pocket.
"Shhh," the girl replied. "Look, I will tell you more later. But I don't have much time now. Don't let anyone get ahold of that box. It's very important. The key to survival lies within the box. Do not let history repeat itself!"
"Wait, I don't understand."
"Yes you do! I have to go now. We will talk later," the girl answered, her voice again sounding far away. All of a sudden the image of the girl started to fade and in the blink of an eye she disappeared.
"Who were you talking to?" Hermione asked as she entered the attic again holding her bag.
"Oh, nobody," Draco replied picking up the box. "Well, I'm all done. We can go back now." The two of them made their way through Malfoy Mansion, Hermione not knowing that anything was wrong, and Draco confused at what had just happened. It was the girl in his dream that he gad been talking to. What had she been talking about? She had said that the box was the key to survival and that he had to keep it to himself of else history would repeat itself. Nothing made sense. But as Draco rode him that day, he had a strange feeling that things were going to get a lot weirder.
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The End (for now)
Well, here I go again. The sequel to Draco's Angel! I never thought I'd get this far. Anyway this was a long chapter, so no complaining! And right in the first chapter we have some action going on between Draco and Hermione! All right, well getting down to business, I'd like to clear things up. The girl in Draco's dream isn't exactly a girl, she's about 17, but I didn't want to say woman because that would make her sound old. The guy is about 20 and the two of them are married and have a two-year-old son. I just wanted to clear that up. Anyway in the next chapter, more dreams more unexpected meetings, though not in attics, and things start to get weirder. You can also expect Draco and Hermi going to the burrow later on! This fic is going to be a little bit more serious then my last one. But I'll still try to add some humor into it. The title 'Left of the Middle' is a Natalie Imbrulio song. I think that left of the middle means things that aren't perfect. Like things in the middle are normal and good, but things left of the middle aren't. Like in the chapter, things were good but all of sudden weird things are starting to happen. That's all for now. While you're waiting for the next chapter check out my newest story Written in the Stars. Please review! I love to know what you think of my story, good or bad! That's all for now,
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