I Believe chapter 3
walk blindly to the light and reach out for his hand
don't ask any questions and don't try to understand
open up your mind and then open up your heart
you will see that you and me aren't very far apart
...love will find a way
Hermione went through the next day with excitement, waiting for night to come so she could visit the wonderful room again. She half
expected Draco to treat her as he did when they were alone, but he didn't. In a way, it was almost fun to have a secret friend- one who
she could actually relate to better than Harry or Ron. No, relate wasn't the word. There was something extra about Draco that wasn't
there with neither Harry nor Ron. She couldn't quite put her finger on it yet, and was wondering if it were even there. As she, Harry, and
Ron were passing Draco and his groupies in the hallway, she couldn't help but tease him.
"Hey, Draco," she said with a huge grin. He and his friends glared evilly back at her, but Hermione could see that he was having trouble
holding back a smile. Harry gave her a strange look.
"What was that all about?" he asked. Before she could answer, Ron was already responding.
"Whatever it was, it ticked of Malfoy and his cronies. Good enough for me," he said with a lazy grin. Hermione smiled back quickly,
feeling guilty.
"So, what class do we have next?" Hermione asked quickly, changing the subject. Ron looked at his schedule.
"I don't know about you, but we have Charms." he replied. Inwardly, Hermione sighed with relief. At least one period without Harry and
Ron, in other words at least one period guilt-free.
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That night, around 10, Hermione jumped out of bed and pulled on her dark cloak to sneak off to the secret room. She headed through
the dark, dimly lit pathways until she came to the painting of the bowl of fruit. She tickled the pear, it giggled, and the painting swung
open. Hermione hurried through it and entered the kitchen. She spotted the table, and bent to crawl into the tiny pathway that led to
the mystery room. When she could finally stand up straight, she saw Draco sitting on the floor on a large, fluffy, intricately designed
cushion. He was writing something in a small leather book, every once in awhile glancing around the room.
"What are you writing?" Hermion asked him. He looked up, startled.
"Nothing," he said, closing the book and hastily getting up. Hermione grabbed the book before he could stop her and opened it.
"It's just.... just some things I wrote to describe this room," he said offhandedly, but his usually pale face was suddenly red. Hermione
opened the book to where the lace bookmark lay.
like the garden on eden
soft, beautiful, earthy
secret meeting place
She looked up at him with a tiny grin on her face.
"How poetic, Draco," she said. He glared at her and snatched it back from her, obviously embarressed at her discovery of his hidden
hobby. She frowned slightly at him.
"No, I'm serious, Draco, that's pretty," he scowled.
"Tell anyone and you'll be in trouble," he threatened. Hermione couldn't help but grin for a second time.
"Feel like your masculinity is being threatened? Don't worry about that. A lot of girls I know would fall for a girl who writes poetry." she
said, walking over to the large window overlooking the lake. She let the cool breeze hit her face and blow her hair away from her face,
and she closed her eyes. Draco hurried over next to her.
"Really? Girls like stuff like that?" he asked, sounding amazed. Hermione laughed softly.
"Yeah," she said, wanting to remember the feel of the breeze.
"Huh," Draco said, leaning against the wall. "Who would've thought," he muttered. Hermione turned around and took in the eauties of
the room once again.
"It's almost like being in a whole different world," she mused aloud. Draco looked at her.
"That's good. I should write that down," he said, grabbing his book. Hermione smiled, and then turned to look out the window again.
She squinted her eyes as she thought she saw a large figure move near the shore.
"Draco," she said. He looked up from his writing.
"Yeah?" he said.
"Come here. Tell me if you see anything," she said, leaning further out the window to see better. Draco dropped his book on the
cushion and came near her, squeezing beside her to see.
"Yeah," he said in a hushed tone. Just as they had begun to turn around, the small figure began waving its arms frantically and yelling.
They couldn't understand what he (it was a him by the sound of his voice) was saying, but it was angry. Suddenly, a large, angry red
curse shot up at them. They both gasped in surprise and Draco threw Hermione down on the floor, throwing himself on top of her, and
the curse barely missed him. It eventually faded in the night air.
"Whew," Hermione said, breathless from the action (not to mention, Draco was squishing her lungs).
"Who was that?" Draco asked, looking confused and slightly scared. Hermione felt something move quickly in her stomache.
"I don't know. We'd better get out of here," she suggested. Just as Draco nodded, they both realized how very close they were, and
Draco's breathing became heavy. Hermione bit her lip and tried to look away, but had problems because Draco's face was 2 inches
away from hers.
"Um," Hermione said nervously as she tried to look busy doing something, anything. Suddenly, she found it impossible to do anything
but look at Draco, because he was staring deep into her eyes.
"I, um, er..." she stammered. Draco silenced her but putting his finger against her lip. Immediatly she shut up, a thousand thoughts
racing through her mind. Draco slowly leaned forward, and instinctively Hermione closed her eyes. Soon afterwards, their lips met and
they did not part for a few minutes. When they did, Hermion saw that Draco was blushing but his grin was full of joy. He stood up and
offered his hand to her, pulling her up after him. Hermione stared into his face with confusion, and yet she didn't let go of his hand.
"But...." she breathed softly. "We... it's us... what will...?" she stammered again, torn between the urge to kiss him again and the feeling
that she was betraying her friends and what she was about.
"No one has to know," Draco said softly, looking concerned at her confusion. "We can come here-" he began, but Hermione cut him
off.
"And sneak around like that? I can't do this, Draco. It's too hard." she said in a panicky tone, turning to crawl back out of the magic
room. Before she got on her knees, she paused and turned around. After a second, she ran back to Draco, throwing her arms around
his neck and burying her face in his chest. He hugged her and ran his fingers through her hair soothingly.
"How are we going to pull this off?" she asked after a few moments. Draco thought for a minute.
"We'll act like we always do during the day. At night, we'll come here.Until we find some other way out," he added hastily, seeing her
face. Hermione nodded, and they headed for the tunnel.
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walk blindly to the light and reach out for his hand
don't ask any questions and don't try to understand
open up your mind and then open up your heart
you will see that you and me aren't very far apart
...love will find a way
Hermione went through the next day with excitement, waiting for night to come so she could visit the wonderful room again. She half
expected Draco to treat her as he did when they were alone, but he didn't. In a way, it was almost fun to have a secret friend- one who
she could actually relate to better than Harry or Ron. No, relate wasn't the word. There was something extra about Draco that wasn't
there with neither Harry nor Ron. She couldn't quite put her finger on it yet, and was wondering if it were even there. As she, Harry, and
Ron were passing Draco and his groupies in the hallway, she couldn't help but tease him.
"Hey, Draco," she said with a huge grin. He and his friends glared evilly back at her, but Hermione could see that he was having trouble
holding back a smile. Harry gave her a strange look.
"What was that all about?" he asked. Before she could answer, Ron was already responding.
"Whatever it was, it ticked of Malfoy and his cronies. Good enough for me," he said with a lazy grin. Hermione smiled back quickly,
feeling guilty.
"So, what class do we have next?" Hermione asked quickly, changing the subject. Ron looked at his schedule.
"I don't know about you, but we have Charms." he replied. Inwardly, Hermione sighed with relief. At least one period without Harry and
Ron, in other words at least one period guilt-free.
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That night, around 10, Hermione jumped out of bed and pulled on her dark cloak to sneak off to the secret room. She headed through
the dark, dimly lit pathways until she came to the painting of the bowl of fruit. She tickled the pear, it giggled, and the painting swung
open. Hermione hurried through it and entered the kitchen. She spotted the table, and bent to crawl into the tiny pathway that led to
the mystery room. When she could finally stand up straight, she saw Draco sitting on the floor on a large, fluffy, intricately designed
cushion. He was writing something in a small leather book, every once in awhile glancing around the room.
"What are you writing?" Hermion asked him. He looked up, startled.
"Nothing," he said, closing the book and hastily getting up. Hermione grabbed the book before he could stop her and opened it.
"It's just.... just some things I wrote to describe this room," he said offhandedly, but his usually pale face was suddenly red. Hermione
opened the book to where the lace bookmark lay.
like the garden on eden
soft, beautiful, earthy
secret meeting place
She looked up at him with a tiny grin on her face.
"How poetic, Draco," she said. He glared at her and snatched it back from her, obviously embarressed at her discovery of his hidden
hobby. She frowned slightly at him.
"No, I'm serious, Draco, that's pretty," he scowled.
"Tell anyone and you'll be in trouble," he threatened. Hermione couldn't help but grin for a second time.
"Feel like your masculinity is being threatened? Don't worry about that. A lot of girls I know would fall for a girl who writes poetry." she
said, walking over to the large window overlooking the lake. She let the cool breeze hit her face and blow her hair away from her face,
and she closed her eyes. Draco hurried over next to her.
"Really? Girls like stuff like that?" he asked, sounding amazed. Hermione laughed softly.
"Yeah," she said, wanting to remember the feel of the breeze.
"Huh," Draco said, leaning against the wall. "Who would've thought," he muttered. Hermione turned around and took in the eauties of
the room once again.
"It's almost like being in a whole different world," she mused aloud. Draco looked at her.
"That's good. I should write that down," he said, grabbing his book. Hermione smiled, and then turned to look out the window again.
She squinted her eyes as she thought she saw a large figure move near the shore.
"Draco," she said. He looked up from his writing.
"Yeah?" he said.
"Come here. Tell me if you see anything," she said, leaning further out the window to see better. Draco dropped his book on the
cushion and came near her, squeezing beside her to see.
"Yeah," he said in a hushed tone. Just as they had begun to turn around, the small figure began waving its arms frantically and yelling.
They couldn't understand what he (it was a him by the sound of his voice) was saying, but it was angry. Suddenly, a large, angry red
curse shot up at them. They both gasped in surprise and Draco threw Hermione down on the floor, throwing himself on top of her, and
the curse barely missed him. It eventually faded in the night air.
"Whew," Hermione said, breathless from the action (not to mention, Draco was squishing her lungs).
"Who was that?" Draco asked, looking confused and slightly scared. Hermione felt something move quickly in her stomache.
"I don't know. We'd better get out of here," she suggested. Just as Draco nodded, they both realized how very close they were, and
Draco's breathing became heavy. Hermione bit her lip and tried to look away, but had problems because Draco's face was 2 inches
away from hers.
"Um," Hermione said nervously as she tried to look busy doing something, anything. Suddenly, she found it impossible to do anything
but look at Draco, because he was staring deep into her eyes.
"I, um, er..." she stammered. Draco silenced her but putting his finger against her lip. Immediatly she shut up, a thousand thoughts
racing through her mind. Draco slowly leaned forward, and instinctively Hermione closed her eyes. Soon afterwards, their lips met and
they did not part for a few minutes. When they did, Hermion saw that Draco was blushing but his grin was full of joy. He stood up and
offered his hand to her, pulling her up after him. Hermione stared into his face with confusion, and yet she didn't let go of his hand.
"But...." she breathed softly. "We... it's us... what will...?" she stammered again, torn between the urge to kiss him again and the feeling
that she was betraying her friends and what she was about.
"No one has to know," Draco said softly, looking concerned at her confusion. "We can come here-" he began, but Hermione cut him
off.
"And sneak around like that? I can't do this, Draco. It's too hard." she said in a panicky tone, turning to crawl back out of the magic
room. Before she got on her knees, she paused and turned around. After a second, she ran back to Draco, throwing her arms around
his neck and burying her face in his chest. He hugged her and ran his fingers through her hair soothingly.
"How are we going to pull this off?" she asked after a few moments. Draco thought for a minute.
"We'll act like we always do during the day. At night, we'll come here.Until we find some other way out," he added hastily, seeing her
face. Hermione nodded, and they headed for the tunnel.
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