The Golden Arrow
Chapter 5: Facing Love Itself
Hermione's POV:
(where we left off...)
"Draco?" I asked. I swear I saw some of the white-gold hair on this being before me. It did look human. And whatever, how could I go wrong. I didn't remember Draco having wings before, or ever wearing anything like that, but, hey, maybe he did. Maybe there was something he wasn't telling me.
The being at the window didn't turn around. Instead it mumbled, "Go away, mortal girl. I am not the one you seek."
"Ummm, okay....I guess I'll leave...nice to meet you." I muttered. I turned and faced the door. Might as well go...
Draco's POV:
Well, there she goes. She's going. She's at the door. But what if she ever finds out again. Then I would have lied to her now. How will she ever be able to trust me. I don't know what to do. If she couldn't trust me, she'd leave me, for someone else. I don't know if I can take it. I've watched people break-up throughout centuries, and believe me, I don't really think it is pleasant.
"Hermione, wait!" I call out to her.
Hermione's POV:
"Hermione, wait!" the being calls out to me. I turn around. It IS Draco. He's turned around fully now. Why would he have lied to me? Why is he like this? "Draco...." I start. His eyes are upon the floor. "Draco, what's going on? Won't you tell me?" I finally get out.
He pauses for a moment. He seems to be thinking. "I don't know what to say, Hermione. Things can't ever be the same. How do I know what you are thinking now, seeing me here. I understand if this is it. If you want to leave. I don't want you to leave, but if you..."
"Draco, I'm not going anywhere," I say. This causes him to look up at me. There are tears in his eyes.
"Hermione, I didn't want to have you to deal with this. I wanted you to never have to know about it. It may be too hard for you to bear," I say.
"Draco, I love you. I can bear anything for you. I will bear anything you would have me understand, if you would let me. I can take it, really, I can." I say. What is it he is trying to tell me? There is a lot of pain on his face.
"Hermione, I do love you, I really do, but there is something I have to tell you. It is only a hint to explain all of what you see, but you will understand soon, if you choose to do so," he says. What is he trying to tell me?
"Draco, I want to know. I love you, please tell me." I say.
He pauses and sighs. It seems he takes a very deep breath. He seems to have some trouble in saying what he has to say. I walk over to him and put his hand on his shoulder. He gives me a small smile, but it doesn't last. He turns his head so his eyes are completely on mine. And then he whispers, "Hermione.......I'm a god."
A god? That's impossible. That's silly. That can't be. I break out giggling. This is what he wanted to tell me. "Oh Hermione, I just grew wings, because I have to jump out of the astronomy tower window to do some god-like things, but by the way, I'm a god!" I think.
"Hermione, I'm not kidding. This is serious," says Draco.
"I'm sorry, Draco. But I swear you just told me you were a god, and, and, well that is just impossible. Gods don't exist. Maybe in ancient times..."
"But I am a god, Hermione. You didn't hear me wrong," he says.
He's serious. Okay, then how come he is here? Is he like a new god, or is he an ancient god, and immortal, has lived forever? So many questions. "Draco, I can deal with this. This won't change our relationship at all. But you still have many questions to answer."
"And I am willing to answer them. But right now my love, I have a job to do," he says and pulls my hand from his shoulder. He looks at it, and lightly kisses it. "I promise you, when I return, we shall talk."
"Yes, we must." I say. He turns around and leans out of the wide window. Before I know it he is up on the ledge. I only now notice the bow and arrows he has strapped to his back. He turns to face me, now smiling softly, and jumps out of the window.
At first I am afraid for him, he has just jumped out of the window! But as I look out I see him not lying on the ground from a fall, but soaring through the sky. Soon, Draco. You will tell me soon. I will understand.
Chapter 5: Facing Love Itself
Hermione's POV:
(where we left off...)
"Draco?" I asked. I swear I saw some of the white-gold hair on this being before me. It did look human. And whatever, how could I go wrong. I didn't remember Draco having wings before, or ever wearing anything like that, but, hey, maybe he did. Maybe there was something he wasn't telling me.
The being at the window didn't turn around. Instead it mumbled, "Go away, mortal girl. I am not the one you seek."
"Ummm, okay....I guess I'll leave...nice to meet you." I muttered. I turned and faced the door. Might as well go...
Draco's POV:
Well, there she goes. She's going. She's at the door. But what if she ever finds out again. Then I would have lied to her now. How will she ever be able to trust me. I don't know what to do. If she couldn't trust me, she'd leave me, for someone else. I don't know if I can take it. I've watched people break-up throughout centuries, and believe me, I don't really think it is pleasant.
"Hermione, wait!" I call out to her.
Hermione's POV:
"Hermione, wait!" the being calls out to me. I turn around. It IS Draco. He's turned around fully now. Why would he have lied to me? Why is he like this? "Draco...." I start. His eyes are upon the floor. "Draco, what's going on? Won't you tell me?" I finally get out.
He pauses for a moment. He seems to be thinking. "I don't know what to say, Hermione. Things can't ever be the same. How do I know what you are thinking now, seeing me here. I understand if this is it. If you want to leave. I don't want you to leave, but if you..."
"Draco, I'm not going anywhere," I say. This causes him to look up at me. There are tears in his eyes.
"Hermione, I didn't want to have you to deal with this. I wanted you to never have to know about it. It may be too hard for you to bear," I say.
"Draco, I love you. I can bear anything for you. I will bear anything you would have me understand, if you would let me. I can take it, really, I can." I say. What is it he is trying to tell me? There is a lot of pain on his face.
"Hermione, I do love you, I really do, but there is something I have to tell you. It is only a hint to explain all of what you see, but you will understand soon, if you choose to do so," he says. What is he trying to tell me?
"Draco, I want to know. I love you, please tell me." I say.
He pauses and sighs. It seems he takes a very deep breath. He seems to have some trouble in saying what he has to say. I walk over to him and put his hand on his shoulder. He gives me a small smile, but it doesn't last. He turns his head so his eyes are completely on mine. And then he whispers, "Hermione.......I'm a god."
A god? That's impossible. That's silly. That can't be. I break out giggling. This is what he wanted to tell me. "Oh Hermione, I just grew wings, because I have to jump out of the astronomy tower window to do some god-like things, but by the way, I'm a god!" I think.
"Hermione, I'm not kidding. This is serious," says Draco.
"I'm sorry, Draco. But I swear you just told me you were a god, and, and, well that is just impossible. Gods don't exist. Maybe in ancient times..."
"But I am a god, Hermione. You didn't hear me wrong," he says.
He's serious. Okay, then how come he is here? Is he like a new god, or is he an ancient god, and immortal, has lived forever? So many questions. "Draco, I can deal with this. This won't change our relationship at all. But you still have many questions to answer."
"And I am willing to answer them. But right now my love, I have a job to do," he says and pulls my hand from his shoulder. He looks at it, and lightly kisses it. "I promise you, when I return, we shall talk."
"Yes, we must." I say. He turns around and leans out of the wide window. Before I know it he is up on the ledge. I only now notice the bow and arrows he has strapped to his back. He turns to face me, now smiling softly, and jumps out of the window.
At first I am afraid for him, he has just jumped out of the window! But as I look out I see him not lying on the ground from a fall, but soaring through the sky. Soon, Draco. You will tell me soon. I will understand.