Queen of Darkness
By IceNarcissa
Chapter 2 : The real nightmares that haunt and heal within
I was having a dream, quite an odd dream. Then again, I did find it quite weird to know that I was having a dream, as one would. I suppose that what I had is called a "lucid" dream. I was in a place currently unknown to me, it seemed to be like a city, but it was deep into the night, and no one was outside. I looked around searching for any sign of life, a car honk, a cat, even a tree rustling in the wind. But, alas, there was no sound. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. I suddenly opened my mouth to scream, but Malfoy was there.
I swear I was one millisecond from screaming, but the dragon put his finger to my lips, and hushed me. In quicker time than he had hushed me, people, millions of them filled the once desolate streets of the city. The dragon said to me, "Hush, keep quiet, if not it may be your life and mine." He was leading me through the streets, we were hastening along quite quickly but he seemed not to notice. I was quite out of breath, I buckled to the ground, and wasn't even able to scream for Malfoy to come back. I looked up and a, well, a something was looking down on me, but all I saw was the gleaming weapon. It was a blade with emeralds upon it, emeralds and gold on the handle.
I knew that it was strange to see or remember such detail in a dream, but on the hilt of the ominous blade was inscribed:
" Obscurus aliquis casses tibi, tibi voluntas facilis timere, casses."
I sat up straight in bed, frightened by this, not knowing quite what it meant. It scared me though; it scared me to the core of my being. I did not heed the minor warning, and I never found out what that meant, as I forgot it a few hours later.
I looked over and found that I was in Draco's bed! Oh my goodness, why was I here? Then I remembered that I had fallen asleep on the sofa. Oh dear, not slumber walking again I hope. I had better get out of his bed before he wakes up and realizes that I'm here. My heart was racing a bit, maybe of discomfiture, but I was too frozen to move, for I felt eyes upon me. I felt warm eyes, eyes that had been melted down but still shivered to the touch. I slowly turned around to let my eyes meet his.
"The Ice Princess awoken at last?" Draco said quietly. "I intended on waking you, and asking you why you were sharing my bed, not that I minded, but one does like to know." Draco had a twisted smile about his face, but it didn't reach his eyes, his eyes were yet deathly solemn. This raged inside me, I must know why; I must know why he twists his mouth into odd curves yet his eyes never change. It was a preposterous battle, and I was not even sure who it was with or against, but it raged within me none the less.
I came to my senses and returned the twisted look on his face, but I am sure that I did not quite have the willpower to keep it from my eyes. "Don't get confident of yourself quite yet Malfoy. You know why I was here last night, and I slumber walk a bit sometimes. I must have been cold, you know, being that there is only one blanket in here other than the multitudes that lay on your bed. Voldemort himself would have gotten into bed with you it was so bloody arctic."
I wasn't really all that angry, and Draco could tell it. He let out a little chuckle. "Better Voldemort in bed than some people." I was a bit curious of this; I raised an eyebrow after she had a little laugh.
"Oh really, such as who dragon?" I said a bit too softly and calmly.
"Try Pansy Parkinson for one." Malfoy said with a small cringe and a deliberate shudder.
"So you have . . . been with her?" I said awkwardly.
"Bloody hell no! Of course not, I'm only saying that Voldemort would indeed be better." I did get quite a laugh out of it when picturing Lord Voldemort and Pansy Parkinson fighting over Draco. With Pansy's temper and supposed ownership of Draco, one really must wonder who would win that battle.
"Oh I see," I said still laughing. "So, just to be curious, why didn't you wake me up?"
"Well, I was just about to, then I realized that you were having one of my dreams." Draco looked down darkly. "I wanted to awaken you, but you never should wake from these dreams early, you never know what information could be held in them. Great Wizards, I must sound mad right now. Granger, many things have changed. Many things have happened that I can never change. It's just a bit hard for me to articulate what I have to say. Pray tell, what was in your dream."
I described my dream to him with the same detail as I had described it to you. When I said the Latin words written on the blade Draco nearly fainted. Well, he did, at least he just fell back down to the bed and was quiescent again within the matter of a minute.
Now don't worry, I won't be describing every day of my life through the last six years to you, that would take far too long, and far too many rolls of parchment. Though I used to spend rolls and rolls on essays done and redone, this is too important for that, yet, in some ways, not enough.
I crawled, almost reluctantly, out of his bed. I went for a long hot shower. As I washed myself I thought of the dream. The odd part about it was that not for any lack of trying, I could not remember the words written on the blade. I wondered why Draco had fainted at them; I wanted to know what they meant. He would know when he awakens, but what if he forgets. Then I guess that I would never know.
I stepped out of the shower and but on a white colored bath robe, and set to work on fixing my hair. It was still quite an undertaking even after all the years. After this I ambled into my own bed. I felt that it was safer now that it was daylight. I proceeded to gather all my books from my bag and to set them on the stand next to my bed. I picked up a nice, safe, comforting herbology book; nothing too complex, nothing too dark, just something with which to ease my mentality.
I had only read but a few minutes before a very tired Draco came drifting into my room. He stretched and scratched his head, as if he was thinking of something hard to explicate. He walked over to me and sat down on the side of my bed. "Granger, well, what is it precisely you would like to be called, I'm not so sure that I want to call you Granger for two weeks straight. And it doesn't seem right if I'm going to tell you what I'm about to tell you."
As he had been walking towards me I had looked up over my book just with my eyes but he had not seen me. After he finished his words I put down my book and sat back into my pillows, the warm covers over me, but I now had a strange chill. "Hermione is fine, as that is my name you know." I said perhaps a bit too stiffly.
Draco noticed this but only smiled a cynical smile. "You know, I am aware that most people, most of all you, Hermione, are not comfortable around me. However, I would like you to try to be comfortable around me. I know I have not been the nicest person to be around, and I won't deny that. Things have happened to me lately that have changed me, and I think that they have changed me for the better. Do you think that you can learn to understand me?"
I was just a tad shocked at his words, as you would imagine, though, I was a bit curious too. What in the world could have happened to him that would make him be this much changed. "I, well, I think that I could, I mean if you need me to."
"I don't like to admit it, but just maybe I do. You see, I have always been the pompous and tough one. I've always been a little rough around the edges I guess."
"I know what you mean." I replied frankly with a slight simper.
"What do you mean, you know what I mean? You a goody two shoes bookworm who never gets in trouble. No offense implied by that of course."
"No, Malfoy, I don't mean that I'm rough around the edges. All I meant was that I know what it's like to have people perceive you as being one thing, but you really being another. I know how it is to have to be someone because other people pressure you to, along with yourself. Everyone thinks that all there is to Hermione Granger is a bookworm who only has a brain on her side; no one looks at me as anything else. Hardly even Ron and Harry anymore, they used to look at me as a friend, but now I'm not even very sure about that." I trailed off and looked away from Malfoy.
I suppose Draco didn't really know how to respond to that because it took him quite a few good seconds. "Well, two people, pretending to be something that they really aren't, all for the brainless pressures of society. What a world, what a world, eh Hermione?"
"Sure, I suppose it is, and what is it that you fancy to be called?" I realized that he was calling me by my name but I hadn't been calling him by his. That's a bit uncouth I supposed.
"Whatever you like, I didn't mind dragon, because it's just Draco, only in English. Draco is fine too then. You know, I have always liked my name; the dragon is like a symbol to me. I even asked my father to get me one, a few years back." Draco went on whimsically. "You know, that is the reason why I got Hagrid into that trouble with his little pet dragon. I was . . . jealous, I wanted one but father wouldn't get it for me. God, I was so spoiled back then."
A light of recognition sparked in my eyes. "All children are spoiled, it's meant to be that way." I whispered almost sadly.
"Well Hermione, I believe we're each born with a balance of luck and misery naturally dealt into our lives. The balance isn't always equal, and I've already lived out a great deal of both sides. I was spoiled, had everything a little kid wanted, toys, money, clothes, anything my heart desired. Except, that is, the one thing my heart really desired, a father, someone to love me besides my mother. Now, I don't even have her anymore." Draco's voice cracked at this last sentence, and I saw his eyes glistening, he turned away from me and rubbed his eyes.
I scooted over a bit closer to him, and pulled him into a gentle, though uncertain and awkward hug. "What happened to her Draco?" I said softly and gently while rocking him a bit. He needed to get out what he had cooped up the past few days, the emotions probably stifling inside his heart.
Draco was actually crying softly, almost so I couldn't even hear him, but I felt it. "She's, she's gone." Draco sat up in the bed, a few feet way from me, and continued. "It was the very first day of Christmas vacation. My father came home one night from his "work." You know just as well as I do what he does I suppose. He was in a violent mood though, which wasn't unusual. I wanted to stand up to him though, he always treated mother so badly. We were at the dinner table, he said to her 'can't you even do anything? What is it that you do all day exactly? Just spend my well-earned money? I married you because you were beautiful. All that money spent and look at what has become of you. A mudblood looks better to me than you.' The whole time I was seething to myself but then I exploded. This had been going on for years, and I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I said, 'You cannot treat her like that!' He tried to slap me hard across the face, but my mother held his hand instead. 'What, you want it instead you worthless piece of . . .'Then I punched him with all the rage I had in my body. He doubled over catching his breath, but did not drop my mother's hand. With that he punched me back with his free hand and sent my flying backwards, toward the wall. I was powerful, but he was so much more so. I was knocked out." I held Draco's hand, and waited for him to continue.
He did not for quite a few seconds. He was looking down, and most of what he said was in a monotonous voice. "I woke up what was probably a few hours later, in my bed, and chained there. I strained against them. They were locked with magic. I called in my house elf, Sparky, to undo them. She does have some magick. When I got free I asked her where they were though I already knew. She told me they were in the cellars. I ran to them as quickly as I could, knowing that it would probably already be too late. I practically flew to the torture chamber, where I knew they were. I say my mother sitting almost lifeless in the stone corner, and my father not there. My mother's eyes were half open. I ran down to sit beside her. 'Draco, I'm sorry that I won't be there for you, but I hope that I have taught you love, even if I could only teach it to you a little, I hope that it is enough. Please, don't turn to be like your father, be good, Draco, have a good soul, I know you do now, don't destroy that. I was happy once, I had my time to live, I had you.' Then her eyes rolled back into her head, she was gone, forever."
"Then Lucius walked silently and ominously into the room. 'Are you next?' I lashed out on him, and ran towards him, hitting him with the anguish inside of me.' Draco was almost yelling this though, emotionless tones gone from him. " 'You son of a bitch! I hate you! You are the scummiest being that ever lived. How dare you kill her! How dare you! You will live to regret this you loathsome bastard. Go to hell.' That was the last word I spoke to him. He began hitting me back; you can see what happened, the worst of it isn't even what you see. I would heal them myself, but I don't know that magic yet."
I looked at him in shock, though not at all in disbelief, my heart went out to him. Such a tragic life should not be lived by anyone. I found to find words to comfort him, but no words came to me. "I . . . I know healing magic, I can heal them if you like."
Draco was looking down again, looking dark, and brooding. "Please." He replied simply. I had learned this magic quite well actually, but you had to do some mortal 'magic' to heal it all the way.
"I will be right back, I have to use some muggle treatment first to care for it properly." I slowly got off the bed and went to fill up some hot water in a bucket and to get a rag. I wondered how he was still living, I wouldn't have been. He must be so strong inside. The hot water filled up in the bucket, and I brought a black rag out and back to the room where he still sat on the bed with his head down. Jeez, this is going to be a bit uncomfortable.
"You have injuries on your back, I assume?"
"Yeah, that's the worst place, I think."
"Then, well, you'll need to take off your shirt." I said, and blushed immediately afterwards.
"It's alright, you don't need to be embarrassed, you're the one doing me the favor, remember?" He said with a sly grin. He removed his long-sleeved black shirt. Even though he was covered with bruises, I couldn't help but notice that he…well, he didn't look too out of shape, and that was an outlandish understatement.
I sat down on the bed behind him; I dipped the rag in the steaming hot water, picked it up and placed it tenderly on his bruises, which covered his back almost completely. I could feel his muscles tighten in anguish, but he said nothing. I put the hot rag all over his back, and I could tell he felt better. I put the rag behind me and got ready to heal the bruises. I closed my eyes, and spoke the incantation in my head, and I could feel the power radiating from my hands. I placed them just a centimeter from his back; everywhere he had the bruises on his back. I healed him this way, and he was healthy again, and no longer so beaten up looking.
"Thank you," he said to me softly and tenderly "for everything." I just hugged him again.
Sorry so short! I'll try to continue it A.S.A.P
Thank you for reviewing!
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By IceNarcissa
Chapter 2 : The real nightmares that haunt and heal within
I was having a dream, quite an odd dream. Then again, I did find it quite weird to know that I was having a dream, as one would. I suppose that what I had is called a "lucid" dream. I was in a place currently unknown to me, it seemed to be like a city, but it was deep into the night, and no one was outside. I looked around searching for any sign of life, a car honk, a cat, even a tree rustling in the wind. But, alas, there was no sound. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. I suddenly opened my mouth to scream, but Malfoy was there.
I swear I was one millisecond from screaming, but the dragon put his finger to my lips, and hushed me. In quicker time than he had hushed me, people, millions of them filled the once desolate streets of the city. The dragon said to me, "Hush, keep quiet, if not it may be your life and mine." He was leading me through the streets, we were hastening along quite quickly but he seemed not to notice. I was quite out of breath, I buckled to the ground, and wasn't even able to scream for Malfoy to come back. I looked up and a, well, a something was looking down on me, but all I saw was the gleaming weapon. It was a blade with emeralds upon it, emeralds and gold on the handle.
I knew that it was strange to see or remember such detail in a dream, but on the hilt of the ominous blade was inscribed:
" Obscurus aliquis casses tibi, tibi voluntas facilis timere, casses."
I sat up straight in bed, frightened by this, not knowing quite what it meant. It scared me though; it scared me to the core of my being. I did not heed the minor warning, and I never found out what that meant, as I forgot it a few hours later.
I looked over and found that I was in Draco's bed! Oh my goodness, why was I here? Then I remembered that I had fallen asleep on the sofa. Oh dear, not slumber walking again I hope. I had better get out of his bed before he wakes up and realizes that I'm here. My heart was racing a bit, maybe of discomfiture, but I was too frozen to move, for I felt eyes upon me. I felt warm eyes, eyes that had been melted down but still shivered to the touch. I slowly turned around to let my eyes meet his.
"The Ice Princess awoken at last?" Draco said quietly. "I intended on waking you, and asking you why you were sharing my bed, not that I minded, but one does like to know." Draco had a twisted smile about his face, but it didn't reach his eyes, his eyes were yet deathly solemn. This raged inside me, I must know why; I must know why he twists his mouth into odd curves yet his eyes never change. It was a preposterous battle, and I was not even sure who it was with or against, but it raged within me none the less.
I came to my senses and returned the twisted look on his face, but I am sure that I did not quite have the willpower to keep it from my eyes. "Don't get confident of yourself quite yet Malfoy. You know why I was here last night, and I slumber walk a bit sometimes. I must have been cold, you know, being that there is only one blanket in here other than the multitudes that lay on your bed. Voldemort himself would have gotten into bed with you it was so bloody arctic."
I wasn't really all that angry, and Draco could tell it. He let out a little chuckle. "Better Voldemort in bed than some people." I was a bit curious of this; I raised an eyebrow after she had a little laugh.
"Oh really, such as who dragon?" I said a bit too softly and calmly.
"Try Pansy Parkinson for one." Malfoy said with a small cringe and a deliberate shudder.
"So you have . . . been with her?" I said awkwardly.
"Bloody hell no! Of course not, I'm only saying that Voldemort would indeed be better." I did get quite a laugh out of it when picturing Lord Voldemort and Pansy Parkinson fighting over Draco. With Pansy's temper and supposed ownership of Draco, one really must wonder who would win that battle.
"Oh I see," I said still laughing. "So, just to be curious, why didn't you wake me up?"
"Well, I was just about to, then I realized that you were having one of my dreams." Draco looked down darkly. "I wanted to awaken you, but you never should wake from these dreams early, you never know what information could be held in them. Great Wizards, I must sound mad right now. Granger, many things have changed. Many things have happened that I can never change. It's just a bit hard for me to articulate what I have to say. Pray tell, what was in your dream."
I described my dream to him with the same detail as I had described it to you. When I said the Latin words written on the blade Draco nearly fainted. Well, he did, at least he just fell back down to the bed and was quiescent again within the matter of a minute.
Now don't worry, I won't be describing every day of my life through the last six years to you, that would take far too long, and far too many rolls of parchment. Though I used to spend rolls and rolls on essays done and redone, this is too important for that, yet, in some ways, not enough.
I crawled, almost reluctantly, out of his bed. I went for a long hot shower. As I washed myself I thought of the dream. The odd part about it was that not for any lack of trying, I could not remember the words written on the blade. I wondered why Draco had fainted at them; I wanted to know what they meant. He would know when he awakens, but what if he forgets. Then I guess that I would never know.
I stepped out of the shower and but on a white colored bath robe, and set to work on fixing my hair. It was still quite an undertaking even after all the years. After this I ambled into my own bed. I felt that it was safer now that it was daylight. I proceeded to gather all my books from my bag and to set them on the stand next to my bed. I picked up a nice, safe, comforting herbology book; nothing too complex, nothing too dark, just something with which to ease my mentality.
I had only read but a few minutes before a very tired Draco came drifting into my room. He stretched and scratched his head, as if he was thinking of something hard to explicate. He walked over to me and sat down on the side of my bed. "Granger, well, what is it precisely you would like to be called, I'm not so sure that I want to call you Granger for two weeks straight. And it doesn't seem right if I'm going to tell you what I'm about to tell you."
As he had been walking towards me I had looked up over my book just with my eyes but he had not seen me. After he finished his words I put down my book and sat back into my pillows, the warm covers over me, but I now had a strange chill. "Hermione is fine, as that is my name you know." I said perhaps a bit too stiffly.
Draco noticed this but only smiled a cynical smile. "You know, I am aware that most people, most of all you, Hermione, are not comfortable around me. However, I would like you to try to be comfortable around me. I know I have not been the nicest person to be around, and I won't deny that. Things have happened to me lately that have changed me, and I think that they have changed me for the better. Do you think that you can learn to understand me?"
I was just a tad shocked at his words, as you would imagine, though, I was a bit curious too. What in the world could have happened to him that would make him be this much changed. "I, well, I think that I could, I mean if you need me to."
"I don't like to admit it, but just maybe I do. You see, I have always been the pompous and tough one. I've always been a little rough around the edges I guess."
"I know what you mean." I replied frankly with a slight simper.
"What do you mean, you know what I mean? You a goody two shoes bookworm who never gets in trouble. No offense implied by that of course."
"No, Malfoy, I don't mean that I'm rough around the edges. All I meant was that I know what it's like to have people perceive you as being one thing, but you really being another. I know how it is to have to be someone because other people pressure you to, along with yourself. Everyone thinks that all there is to Hermione Granger is a bookworm who only has a brain on her side; no one looks at me as anything else. Hardly even Ron and Harry anymore, they used to look at me as a friend, but now I'm not even very sure about that." I trailed off and looked away from Malfoy.
I suppose Draco didn't really know how to respond to that because it took him quite a few good seconds. "Well, two people, pretending to be something that they really aren't, all for the brainless pressures of society. What a world, what a world, eh Hermione?"
"Sure, I suppose it is, and what is it that you fancy to be called?" I realized that he was calling me by my name but I hadn't been calling him by his. That's a bit uncouth I supposed.
"Whatever you like, I didn't mind dragon, because it's just Draco, only in English. Draco is fine too then. You know, I have always liked my name; the dragon is like a symbol to me. I even asked my father to get me one, a few years back." Draco went on whimsically. "You know, that is the reason why I got Hagrid into that trouble with his little pet dragon. I was . . . jealous, I wanted one but father wouldn't get it for me. God, I was so spoiled back then."
A light of recognition sparked in my eyes. "All children are spoiled, it's meant to be that way." I whispered almost sadly.
"Well Hermione, I believe we're each born with a balance of luck and misery naturally dealt into our lives. The balance isn't always equal, and I've already lived out a great deal of both sides. I was spoiled, had everything a little kid wanted, toys, money, clothes, anything my heart desired. Except, that is, the one thing my heart really desired, a father, someone to love me besides my mother. Now, I don't even have her anymore." Draco's voice cracked at this last sentence, and I saw his eyes glistening, he turned away from me and rubbed his eyes.
I scooted over a bit closer to him, and pulled him into a gentle, though uncertain and awkward hug. "What happened to her Draco?" I said softly and gently while rocking him a bit. He needed to get out what he had cooped up the past few days, the emotions probably stifling inside his heart.
Draco was actually crying softly, almost so I couldn't even hear him, but I felt it. "She's, she's gone." Draco sat up in the bed, a few feet way from me, and continued. "It was the very first day of Christmas vacation. My father came home one night from his "work." You know just as well as I do what he does I suppose. He was in a violent mood though, which wasn't unusual. I wanted to stand up to him though, he always treated mother so badly. We were at the dinner table, he said to her 'can't you even do anything? What is it that you do all day exactly? Just spend my well-earned money? I married you because you were beautiful. All that money spent and look at what has become of you. A mudblood looks better to me than you.' The whole time I was seething to myself but then I exploded. This had been going on for years, and I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I said, 'You cannot treat her like that!' He tried to slap me hard across the face, but my mother held his hand instead. 'What, you want it instead you worthless piece of . . .'Then I punched him with all the rage I had in my body. He doubled over catching his breath, but did not drop my mother's hand. With that he punched me back with his free hand and sent my flying backwards, toward the wall. I was powerful, but he was so much more so. I was knocked out." I held Draco's hand, and waited for him to continue.
He did not for quite a few seconds. He was looking down, and most of what he said was in a monotonous voice. "I woke up what was probably a few hours later, in my bed, and chained there. I strained against them. They were locked with magic. I called in my house elf, Sparky, to undo them. She does have some magick. When I got free I asked her where they were though I already knew. She told me they were in the cellars. I ran to them as quickly as I could, knowing that it would probably already be too late. I practically flew to the torture chamber, where I knew they were. I say my mother sitting almost lifeless in the stone corner, and my father not there. My mother's eyes were half open. I ran down to sit beside her. 'Draco, I'm sorry that I won't be there for you, but I hope that I have taught you love, even if I could only teach it to you a little, I hope that it is enough. Please, don't turn to be like your father, be good, Draco, have a good soul, I know you do now, don't destroy that. I was happy once, I had my time to live, I had you.' Then her eyes rolled back into her head, she was gone, forever."
"Then Lucius walked silently and ominously into the room. 'Are you next?' I lashed out on him, and ran towards him, hitting him with the anguish inside of me.' Draco was almost yelling this though, emotionless tones gone from him. " 'You son of a bitch! I hate you! You are the scummiest being that ever lived. How dare you kill her! How dare you! You will live to regret this you loathsome bastard. Go to hell.' That was the last word I spoke to him. He began hitting me back; you can see what happened, the worst of it isn't even what you see. I would heal them myself, but I don't know that magic yet."
I looked at him in shock, though not at all in disbelief, my heart went out to him. Such a tragic life should not be lived by anyone. I found to find words to comfort him, but no words came to me. "I . . . I know healing magic, I can heal them if you like."
Draco was looking down again, looking dark, and brooding. "Please." He replied simply. I had learned this magic quite well actually, but you had to do some mortal 'magic' to heal it all the way.
"I will be right back, I have to use some muggle treatment first to care for it properly." I slowly got off the bed and went to fill up some hot water in a bucket and to get a rag. I wondered how he was still living, I wouldn't have been. He must be so strong inside. The hot water filled up in the bucket, and I brought a black rag out and back to the room where he still sat on the bed with his head down. Jeez, this is going to be a bit uncomfortable.
"You have injuries on your back, I assume?"
"Yeah, that's the worst place, I think."
"Then, well, you'll need to take off your shirt." I said, and blushed immediately afterwards.
"It's alright, you don't need to be embarrassed, you're the one doing me the favor, remember?" He said with a sly grin. He removed his long-sleeved black shirt. Even though he was covered with bruises, I couldn't help but notice that he…well, he didn't look too out of shape, and that was an outlandish understatement.
I sat down on the bed behind him; I dipped the rag in the steaming hot water, picked it up and placed it tenderly on his bruises, which covered his back almost completely. I could feel his muscles tighten in anguish, but he said nothing. I put the hot rag all over his back, and I could tell he felt better. I put the rag behind me and got ready to heal the bruises. I closed my eyes, and spoke the incantation in my head, and I could feel the power radiating from my hands. I placed them just a centimeter from his back; everywhere he had the bruises on his back. I healed him this way, and he was healthy again, and no longer so beaten up looking.
"Thank you," he said to me softly and tenderly "for everything." I just hugged him again.
Sorry so short! I'll try to continue it A.S.A.P
Thank you for reviewing!
Ishi - I guess she just wanted to be in bed w/Draco! Hehe, jk. Or maybe not so much ::wink wink::
The Strange One - Yup, I gotchya more of Draco, ya like? It won't be finished very soon, but I'll just keep on writing and it'll tell me when its finished. J
Xaviera Xylira - Thanks! Tragic and brilliant was what I was shooting for! Though, its not quite so brilliant!
Enchanted - Thank you, and I will!
The Fallen Angel - Thanks! I couldn't agree more, Draco and Mione are so fun to write about! The perfect paradox!!
Dragon2088 - Wow? Yay!! I got my first wow!! Thanks Dragon.
Also, just a last note, 50 points to anyone who can figure out what the inscription means. It's rough translation, but understandable enough I hope!
