Draco's POV
Draco looked at her, waiting for her reply. His face fell. He just knew that she wouldn't forgive him. He was a murderer after all. Maybe he didn't deserve to be forgiven. He eyed her nervously. Her face was unchanging and her eyes were vacant, she was thinking. Draco sat in the silence, this might be the last time she would ever see him again, she would be too mad, then it would be too late, the Death Eaters would have caught and killed him by then. He spoke:
"Hermione, I know I probably don't deserve your"
"Draco don't say that," Hermione cut in. "You do deserve my forgiveness, and my trust. I can't fully trust you, but I will give you a chance to earn it."
Hermione's POV
Where did that come from? Hermione thought to herself. She had been planning to run away. But then someone inside of her just burst out. Draco's eyes filled with tears.
"Hermione, thank you so much. Why did you decide to forgive me?"
"I don't exactly know.... I guess it was something in your eyes."
Then Hermione noticed there was something different in his eyes. Those haunting orbs were usually a flinty silver gray and now, there were small lines of teal streaking out from the middle. You wouldn't have even noticed, and in a second, they were gone. Hermione was confused, she knew that Draco was still Draco, but the way he was acting was completely abnormal for him. Could it be...? Hermione didn't know anything. Maybe she would go to the library tomorrow.
"Well Draco, I should probably get back to Gryffindor before any of the girls realize that their favorite prefect is gone." She giggled, trying to lighten the situation. Draco stood up. Hermione swept forward pecked him on the forehead and as Draco blinked in surprise Hermione disappeared in a whoosh of perfumed hair.
***
The next day before dawn Hermione was already in the library searching and searching for just the right book, one she had read. It had been about good magic and reincarnation and ghosts. She remembered only that. Not the title, the author, or the section where it was found. She had another sinking feeling. This one was more like butterflies. The others had always been stabbing pain. After nearly three hours, Hermione abandoned her quest and went to Transfiguration class.
For the first time Hermione was very distracted. So distracted in fact that she blew up the scarf she was supposed to be transfiguring back into a lamb. Professor McGonagall must have noticed too because she held Hermione back after class.
Hermione looked at her shyly. She was quite embarrassed that she had messed up.
"Professor I..."
"I'm not angry that you made a mistake. Don't worry about the scarf it can be replaced. What I'm more concerned about is you." Professor McGonagall said, obviously waiting for a reply.
"No really I'm okay Professor. I'm just a little tired that's all. I'll start getting more sleep so it doesn't happen again." Hermione said looking McGonagall in the eye, that was a mistake. "Well I have to get going or I'll be late for Arithmancy."
As Hermione turned McGonagall called out,
"Hermione I think we need to talk, please be at my office around 8 o'clock this evening."
"Yes Professor." Hermione said nonchalantly, even though she was a little worried about what McGonagall was going to say.
So Hermione left Transfiguration full of emotions, and questions. Her confusion about Draco still hung in the back of her head. When Harry had been alive Draco had not been in her life, and now he was everywhere. She knew that Draco wasn't Harry reincarnated. That wasn't even an option for what was going on. (A/N that is not foreshadowing, it really isn't Harry reincarnated!) There had to be something more, some kind of explanation.
***
Hermione missed all her meals that day. She just hadn't been hungry. Now as she headed towards McGonagall's office her stomach rumbled. Well, she could just go to the kitchens later. She knocked at the door and heard McGonagall's voice.
"Come in Hermione." McGonagall called.
Hermione nudged the door open and stepped in. There was a cheery fire blazing and the pleasant scent of cocoa perfumed the air. McGonagall motioned for her to sit down. And the professor set a mug of hot beverage down before Hermione.
"Well....." Hermione said, trying to break the ice.
"I didn't ask you here to yell at you, there is just something I need to give you and things I need to tell you. So here's the book. Seeing as there are no more by the name Potter and Narcissa was murdered, I think you need to understand some things that we didn't have a chance to explain to Harry." McGonagall said matter-of-factly.
"Why didn't Harry know? Were you scared to tell him?" Hermione said almost angrily.
"No Harry was simply not old enough."
"Then how am I old enough?"
"You are very different from Harry. I think you will look at this for what it is, the truth."
"Then get on with it. I'm listening."
"Well, James Potter had a sister. Her name was Narcissa. You know who she is don't you?"
"Draco's mum?!" Hermione said in disbelief.
"Yes. If you don't believe me, look in this book." McGonagall said holding up a leather-bound volume.
"I believe you, go on."
"When James and Narcissa were at Hogwarts, Narcissa was a Ravenclaw and James was a Gryffindor. Lucius Malfoy was smitten with Narcissa, but James kept her from dating him. James knew he was evil. That was when the great rivalry of the Malfoys and the Potters. Finally Lucius brewed a potion that would make him irresistible to Narcissa. That was the year that James and Cissa got in a fight and never spoke to each other again. Narcissa married Lucius and James married Lily. Harry and Draco were born that same year. Then with the deaths of Lily and James Narcissa realized that only one boy stood in the way of the complete destruction of the family that had shunned her because of who she had married, Harry. Everyone always spoke about Harry being the last of the Potters, but that is not true. Narcissa was until yesterday. I'm not sure how Draco is taking the news of his mother's death. There is still one person left carrying any Potter blood, and that is Draco."
Hermione was blown away. How could Draco and Harry be cousins? They looked nothing alike. Then Hermione remembered uncomfortably the teal of Draco's eyes. Not quite green, but close. Genetically speaking. The Potter's must have carried a green eye recessive gene for Harry to have had green eyes. Maybe Lucius carried one too, then maybe just maybe Draco carried Harry's same eyes.
"Oh and one more thing, before you go. You can't go running around telling any of the Slytherins besides Draco, because Draco is in essence a Potter, so you can't put him in danger. He would be the next in line."
"Thank you Professor. I had better be going." Hermione said and scuttled out of her office and went running down to the dungeons to find Draco.
***
Meanwhile someone or should I say two someone's stirred at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Waiting.
Disclaimer. We all know what's J.K. Rowling's and whatever else is left is mine.
A/N. Next chapter will be very very very exciting with plenty pf action and unforeseen characters. II have most of the story outlined and it will end up to be about 20 chapters long so please review and be patient. Much thanks to Shelly who is the only one to have reviewed this so far!
Next chapter by tomorrow I hope! ~Hayley
Draco looked at her, waiting for her reply. His face fell. He just knew that she wouldn't forgive him. He was a murderer after all. Maybe he didn't deserve to be forgiven. He eyed her nervously. Her face was unchanging and her eyes were vacant, she was thinking. Draco sat in the silence, this might be the last time she would ever see him again, she would be too mad, then it would be too late, the Death Eaters would have caught and killed him by then. He spoke:
"Hermione, I know I probably don't deserve your"
"Draco don't say that," Hermione cut in. "You do deserve my forgiveness, and my trust. I can't fully trust you, but I will give you a chance to earn it."
Hermione's POV
Where did that come from? Hermione thought to herself. She had been planning to run away. But then someone inside of her just burst out. Draco's eyes filled with tears.
"Hermione, thank you so much. Why did you decide to forgive me?"
"I don't exactly know.... I guess it was something in your eyes."
Then Hermione noticed there was something different in his eyes. Those haunting orbs were usually a flinty silver gray and now, there were small lines of teal streaking out from the middle. You wouldn't have even noticed, and in a second, they were gone. Hermione was confused, she knew that Draco was still Draco, but the way he was acting was completely abnormal for him. Could it be...? Hermione didn't know anything. Maybe she would go to the library tomorrow.
"Well Draco, I should probably get back to Gryffindor before any of the girls realize that their favorite prefect is gone." She giggled, trying to lighten the situation. Draco stood up. Hermione swept forward pecked him on the forehead and as Draco blinked in surprise Hermione disappeared in a whoosh of perfumed hair.
***
The next day before dawn Hermione was already in the library searching and searching for just the right book, one she had read. It had been about good magic and reincarnation and ghosts. She remembered only that. Not the title, the author, or the section where it was found. She had another sinking feeling. This one was more like butterflies. The others had always been stabbing pain. After nearly three hours, Hermione abandoned her quest and went to Transfiguration class.
For the first time Hermione was very distracted. So distracted in fact that she blew up the scarf she was supposed to be transfiguring back into a lamb. Professor McGonagall must have noticed too because she held Hermione back after class.
Hermione looked at her shyly. She was quite embarrassed that she had messed up.
"Professor I..."
"I'm not angry that you made a mistake. Don't worry about the scarf it can be replaced. What I'm more concerned about is you." Professor McGonagall said, obviously waiting for a reply.
"No really I'm okay Professor. I'm just a little tired that's all. I'll start getting more sleep so it doesn't happen again." Hermione said looking McGonagall in the eye, that was a mistake. "Well I have to get going or I'll be late for Arithmancy."
As Hermione turned McGonagall called out,
"Hermione I think we need to talk, please be at my office around 8 o'clock this evening."
"Yes Professor." Hermione said nonchalantly, even though she was a little worried about what McGonagall was going to say.
So Hermione left Transfiguration full of emotions, and questions. Her confusion about Draco still hung in the back of her head. When Harry had been alive Draco had not been in her life, and now he was everywhere. She knew that Draco wasn't Harry reincarnated. That wasn't even an option for what was going on. (A/N that is not foreshadowing, it really isn't Harry reincarnated!) There had to be something more, some kind of explanation.
***
Hermione missed all her meals that day. She just hadn't been hungry. Now as she headed towards McGonagall's office her stomach rumbled. Well, she could just go to the kitchens later. She knocked at the door and heard McGonagall's voice.
"Come in Hermione." McGonagall called.
Hermione nudged the door open and stepped in. There was a cheery fire blazing and the pleasant scent of cocoa perfumed the air. McGonagall motioned for her to sit down. And the professor set a mug of hot beverage down before Hermione.
"Well....." Hermione said, trying to break the ice.
"I didn't ask you here to yell at you, there is just something I need to give you and things I need to tell you. So here's the book. Seeing as there are no more by the name Potter and Narcissa was murdered, I think you need to understand some things that we didn't have a chance to explain to Harry." McGonagall said matter-of-factly.
"Why didn't Harry know? Were you scared to tell him?" Hermione said almost angrily.
"No Harry was simply not old enough."
"Then how am I old enough?"
"You are very different from Harry. I think you will look at this for what it is, the truth."
"Then get on with it. I'm listening."
"Well, James Potter had a sister. Her name was Narcissa. You know who she is don't you?"
"Draco's mum?!" Hermione said in disbelief.
"Yes. If you don't believe me, look in this book." McGonagall said holding up a leather-bound volume.
"I believe you, go on."
"When James and Narcissa were at Hogwarts, Narcissa was a Ravenclaw and James was a Gryffindor. Lucius Malfoy was smitten with Narcissa, but James kept her from dating him. James knew he was evil. That was when the great rivalry of the Malfoys and the Potters. Finally Lucius brewed a potion that would make him irresistible to Narcissa. That was the year that James and Cissa got in a fight and never spoke to each other again. Narcissa married Lucius and James married Lily. Harry and Draco were born that same year. Then with the deaths of Lily and James Narcissa realized that only one boy stood in the way of the complete destruction of the family that had shunned her because of who she had married, Harry. Everyone always spoke about Harry being the last of the Potters, but that is not true. Narcissa was until yesterday. I'm not sure how Draco is taking the news of his mother's death. There is still one person left carrying any Potter blood, and that is Draco."
Hermione was blown away. How could Draco and Harry be cousins? They looked nothing alike. Then Hermione remembered uncomfortably the teal of Draco's eyes. Not quite green, but close. Genetically speaking. The Potter's must have carried a green eye recessive gene for Harry to have had green eyes. Maybe Lucius carried one too, then maybe just maybe Draco carried Harry's same eyes.
"Oh and one more thing, before you go. You can't go running around telling any of the Slytherins besides Draco, because Draco is in essence a Potter, so you can't put him in danger. He would be the next in line."
"Thank you Professor. I had better be going." Hermione said and scuttled out of her office and went running down to the dungeons to find Draco.
***
Meanwhile someone or should I say two someone's stirred at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Waiting.
Disclaimer. We all know what's J.K. Rowling's and whatever else is left is mine.
A/N. Next chapter will be very very very exciting with plenty pf action and unforeseen characters. II have most of the story outlined and it will end up to be about 20 chapters long so please review and be patient. Much thanks to Shelly who is the only one to have reviewed this so far!
Next chapter by tomorrow I hope! ~Hayley