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A/N- Part Four! The Saga continues! Yeah, right.....heh this part
has romance in it! There's some thing you don't see every day! well
with my writing any way....VERTICAL HORIZON IS THE BEST BAND EVER!
(Napster rulez) nothing like some music to get the creative half
of the brain goin'.....you have no idea how much I needed to listen to
get this.....
I HAVE THE PLOT WORKED OUT! YEAH! yes, Snape plays a part, well not
really, but the reason he left will effect everyone! And you will never
guess what Draco was doing the past five years(no it's not sick....)I
don't think I've ever read another fan fic that has Draco doing this....
And the title *will* make sense, I guess....
I NEED A BETA READER! Do you wanna know the plot before everyone else
does? Can you keep a secret? (I see dead people, j/k) puh-leaze write a review,
leave your email and say you wanna do it. Maybe I should just get a
beta-reader from FF.net.....
Anywayz, I'm sorry if Hermione seems slutty, that's not what
I mean! I rewrote some stuff but I still think she seems that way.
SHE IS NOT A SLUT IN THE STORY!There, can get much more blunt than that.
Where I find You, Part Four (Oh, God)
Malfoy was waiting. Waiting for Granger. There's something he never
thought he'd actually be doing. Irony is sometimes too much.
It was that same day, but later at night, after lessons.
After everything.
Granger appeared, not wearing the same thing she had been wearing
previously. Malfoy looked at her, and they made eye contact.( was that the
korniest sentence ever or what?)
" You're wearing something different. Should I feel honoured or
insulted?" He said.
" Why would you feel insulted Malfoy? You're the one that gets to
look at me." Hermione replied shortly. She had half hoped he was going
to start teaching right away. If she was going to do Ron's dirty work,
why not learn something along the way?
" Er, well, do you want to learn something hard or easy?" Malfoy
asked uncomfertably, looking away.
" What do you think I can do?" Hermione asked softly.
Malfoy looked back at her.
" Well, you haven't had any previous association(A/N- holy, I
actually spelt it, there's something you don't see every day) with
the Dark Arts, so....er, what do you think you can handle."
" Let's do something hard."Hermione smiled deviously.
Malfoy stared at her. " You're, you're sure?"
" Sure I'm sure. What is going to do anyway? Horribly discomfigure
my face?"
Malfoy was silent.
Hermione looked back at him. " You're joking, right?"
" Sometimes, the Dark Arts do." He said softly." But I won't teach
you one that could."
" Alright then, Go for it." Hermione smiled. Malfoy stared at
her for a moment.
" Err, well a really good one is a fire blocking spell.
It'll protect you from most harmful or torture spells, excluding
the Unforgivables, of course." he said, shifting uncomfertably.
" Uh, yeah, of course..." Hermione smiled again, hopeing he wasn't
going to be this....well, shy for the whole time.
" Okay, so you shout ' Myordis'(it's not latin, I just made it
up....) really loud whenever there's a spell coming towards you, or
if someone's touching you. If you practice alot, when you stick out
your hand, you can actually shoot the fire instead of using it as a shield."
He told her, sticking his hand out in front of him to demonstrate.
" Is it hard?"
Malfoy gave her a lopsided grin. " Didn't you want it to be?"
Hermione stared at him. She had never seen him grin like that before.
It was kind of....nice.
" What?" Malfoy asked her, not grinning anymore and looking
alarmed.
" Nothing, it's just.....nothing." Hermione sputtered feeling her
ears go red. Malfoy smiled at this, but it wasn't the same as he had smiled
before. It was more of a cautious smile.
" It usually is really hard, but with enough practice it can
become as easy as snapping your fingers." he said, snapping his fingers.
" Er, what is?"
" The fire spell, Granger." Malfoy replied, laughing a little.
" Oh, right. So...." She said, pulling out her wand. " Myordis!"
She yelled. A burst of flame erupted from her wand and hit Malfoy in the
hand. He sort of jumped back and when he realized what happened he shoved
his hand in his pocket.
" Oh! Malfoy are you alright?" Hermione exclaimed, rushing over
to him.
" You should really try it without your wand. I highly doubt
any dark wizard's going to let you keep your wand long enough to use the
fire spell." he smiled, digging his hand further into his pocket so Hermione
wouldn't try to get it.
" Malfoy, your hand....it got burnt-"
" I can get Pomfrey to heal it later, don't worry...."
" Don't be silly. I've got some healing cream right here, give
me you hand." Hermione said, reaching into her robes and pulling out
a small tube.
" Granger, really...." Malfoy started, but Hermione frowned
and yanked his arm, making his hand come out of his pocket.
" Sit." she ordered, pushing him into a chair and sitting
down in one across from it.(convenient huh?) Malfoy had his hand
balled up into a fist.
" Malfoy, please..." Hermione pleaded, looking up at him.
Malfoy looked down at her, his eyes were large. Finally, his hand relaxed,
and Hermione pulled his fingers away from his palm so that his hand was
outstretched.
Hermione gave a small gasp, so quiet Malfoy probably couldn't
hear it. His hand was badly burnt. It reminded Hermione of those shows
she used to watch when she was little, the ones about doctors who
saved people, and ever so often there would be a huge fire and the
doctors would bring in people with 3rd degree burns. (Think ER people)
Of course she was only a muggle then so......
She was surprised he wasn't showing more signs of pain. Hermione
thought he'd at least be crying a little bit. The burns were really
bad, the worst she'd ever seen. Then she remembered who he was.
Hermione took off the lid of the tube, deciding she's do the
not-so-bad parts first. As she dabbed on the cream, Ron's words echoed
through her head.....
Find out what he's been doing, with out getting too close.
Without getting too close.....
'Just as close as you've gotten to me,' Hermione thought bitterly,
surprisingly overcome by emotion as a single silent tear fell down her
face.
'Granger....' Malfoy asked quietly,'are you-are you alright?'
Hermione looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on the long line
the tear had left, and his eyes were large and......
Concerned. Definatly concerned. Hermione just frowned at him, and
looked down at his hand, massaging the lotion into his hand harder than
before. Hermione felt his hand stiffen so she started being more gentle,
but she could still feel his eyes on her.
I need your help, Hermione...Stay safe,Ron....
Louder this time, Ron voice warned her. Was she nuts?
Why was Ron doing this? Not speaking to her for years then acting like he
cared. No one ever cared.
Self- pity brought on more tears, this time several, falling too
quickly to hide from Malfoy.
*
Malfoy watched her warily. What was she playing at? First asking
him to teach her the Dark Arts, then crying while she healed him....
Why was she crying? She hadn't hurt him that bad...
"Hermione...." He whispered, trying to soothe her.
Hermione looked up, his voice hitting her like waves crashing against
a shore. She looked right into those cold, intense blue eyes, trying to
find a reason to walk away. But instead of a reason to walk away, she
found a reason to move closer, also finding large, pleading light blue
eyes that looked so lost they had found a way right into her heart.
A/N- I'm ending it there. It's taken me too long to get this up and blah blah
blah, I'm tired. Okay, it doesn't have a lot of romance in it, what ever.
Please write a review, I'll try to be faster next time....
A/N- Part Four! The Saga continues! Yeah, right.....heh this part
has romance in it! There's some thing you don't see every day! well
with my writing any way....VERTICAL HORIZON IS THE BEST BAND EVER!
(Napster rulez) nothing like some music to get the creative half
of the brain goin'.....you have no idea how much I needed to listen to
get this.....
I HAVE THE PLOT WORKED OUT! YEAH! yes, Snape plays a part, well not
really, but the reason he left will effect everyone! And you will never
guess what Draco was doing the past five years(no it's not sick....)I
don't think I've ever read another fan fic that has Draco doing this....
And the title *will* make sense, I guess....
I NEED A BETA READER! Do you wanna know the plot before everyone else
does? Can you keep a secret? (I see dead people, j/k) puh-leaze write a review,
leave your email and say you wanna do it. Maybe I should just get a
beta-reader from FF.net.....
Anywayz, I'm sorry if Hermione seems slutty, that's not what
I mean! I rewrote some stuff but I still think she seems that way.
SHE IS NOT A SLUT IN THE STORY!There, can get much more blunt than that.
Where I find You, Part Four (Oh, God)
Malfoy was waiting. Waiting for Granger. There's something he never
thought he'd actually be doing. Irony is sometimes too much.
It was that same day, but later at night, after lessons.
After everything.
Granger appeared, not wearing the same thing she had been wearing
previously. Malfoy looked at her, and they made eye contact.( was that the
korniest sentence ever or what?)
" You're wearing something different. Should I feel honoured or
insulted?" He said.
" Why would you feel insulted Malfoy? You're the one that gets to
look at me." Hermione replied shortly. She had half hoped he was going
to start teaching right away. If she was going to do Ron's dirty work,
why not learn something along the way?
" Er, well, do you want to learn something hard or easy?" Malfoy
asked uncomfertably, looking away.
" What do you think I can do?" Hermione asked softly.
Malfoy looked back at her.
" Well, you haven't had any previous association(A/N- holy, I
actually spelt it, there's something you don't see every day) with
the Dark Arts, so....er, what do you think you can handle."
" Let's do something hard."Hermione smiled deviously.
Malfoy stared at her. " You're, you're sure?"
" Sure I'm sure. What is going to do anyway? Horribly discomfigure
my face?"
Malfoy was silent.
Hermione looked back at him. " You're joking, right?"
" Sometimes, the Dark Arts do." He said softly." But I won't teach
you one that could."
" Alright then, Go for it." Hermione smiled. Malfoy stared at
her for a moment.
" Err, well a really good one is a fire blocking spell.
It'll protect you from most harmful or torture spells, excluding
the Unforgivables, of course." he said, shifting uncomfertably.
" Uh, yeah, of course..." Hermione smiled again, hopeing he wasn't
going to be this....well, shy for the whole time.
" Okay, so you shout ' Myordis'(it's not latin, I just made it
up....) really loud whenever there's a spell coming towards you, or
if someone's touching you. If you practice alot, when you stick out
your hand, you can actually shoot the fire instead of using it as a shield."
He told her, sticking his hand out in front of him to demonstrate.
" Is it hard?"
Malfoy gave her a lopsided grin. " Didn't you want it to be?"
Hermione stared at him. She had never seen him grin like that before.
It was kind of....nice.
" What?" Malfoy asked her, not grinning anymore and looking
alarmed.
" Nothing, it's just.....nothing." Hermione sputtered feeling her
ears go red. Malfoy smiled at this, but it wasn't the same as he had smiled
before. It was more of a cautious smile.
" It usually is really hard, but with enough practice it can
become as easy as snapping your fingers." he said, snapping his fingers.
" Er, what is?"
" The fire spell, Granger." Malfoy replied, laughing a little.
" Oh, right. So...." She said, pulling out her wand. " Myordis!"
She yelled. A burst of flame erupted from her wand and hit Malfoy in the
hand. He sort of jumped back and when he realized what happened he shoved
his hand in his pocket.
" Oh! Malfoy are you alright?" Hermione exclaimed, rushing over
to him.
" You should really try it without your wand. I highly doubt
any dark wizard's going to let you keep your wand long enough to use the
fire spell." he smiled, digging his hand further into his pocket so Hermione
wouldn't try to get it.
" Malfoy, your hand....it got burnt-"
" I can get Pomfrey to heal it later, don't worry...."
" Don't be silly. I've got some healing cream right here, give
me you hand." Hermione said, reaching into her robes and pulling out
a small tube.
" Granger, really...." Malfoy started, but Hermione frowned
and yanked his arm, making his hand come out of his pocket.
" Sit." she ordered, pushing him into a chair and sitting
down in one across from it.(convenient huh?) Malfoy had his hand
balled up into a fist.
" Malfoy, please..." Hermione pleaded, looking up at him.
Malfoy looked down at her, his eyes were large. Finally, his hand relaxed,
and Hermione pulled his fingers away from his palm so that his hand was
outstretched.
Hermione gave a small gasp, so quiet Malfoy probably couldn't
hear it. His hand was badly burnt. It reminded Hermione of those shows
she used to watch when she was little, the ones about doctors who
saved people, and ever so often there would be a huge fire and the
doctors would bring in people with 3rd degree burns. (Think ER people)
Of course she was only a muggle then so......
She was surprised he wasn't showing more signs of pain. Hermione
thought he'd at least be crying a little bit. The burns were really
bad, the worst she'd ever seen. Then she remembered who he was.
Hermione took off the lid of the tube, deciding she's do the
not-so-bad parts first. As she dabbed on the cream, Ron's words echoed
through her head.....
Find out what he's been doing, with out getting too close.
Without getting too close.....
'Just as close as you've gotten to me,' Hermione thought bitterly,
surprisingly overcome by emotion as a single silent tear fell down her
face.
'Granger....' Malfoy asked quietly,'are you-are you alright?'
Hermione looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on the long line
the tear had left, and his eyes were large and......
Concerned. Definatly concerned. Hermione just frowned at him, and
looked down at his hand, massaging the lotion into his hand harder than
before. Hermione felt his hand stiffen so she started being more gentle,
but she could still feel his eyes on her.
I need your help, Hermione...Stay safe,Ron....
Louder this time, Ron voice warned her. Was she nuts?
Why was Ron doing this? Not speaking to her for years then acting like he
cared. No one ever cared.
Self- pity brought on more tears, this time several, falling too
quickly to hide from Malfoy.
*
Malfoy watched her warily. What was she playing at? First asking
him to teach her the Dark Arts, then crying while she healed him....
Why was she crying? She hadn't hurt him that bad...
"Hermione...." He whispered, trying to soothe her.
Hermione looked up, his voice hitting her like waves crashing against
a shore. She looked right into those cold, intense blue eyes, trying to
find a reason to walk away. But instead of a reason to walk away, she
found a reason to move closer, also finding large, pleading light blue
eyes that looked so lost they had found a way right into her heart.
A/N- I'm ending it there. It's taken me too long to get this up and blah blah
blah, I'm tired. Okay, it doesn't have a lot of romance in it, what ever.
Please write a review, I'll try to be faster next time....