You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen
When your hearts not open
A small moan flickered within Hermione's throat before letting herself escape the dark and dreary dream world, eyes slowly adjusting to the very well known blackness of her lovely little dungeon she smiled maliciously at how normal things seemed, but she knew something was not right. "Glad you're awake, I thought your were going to die in your sleep, Hermione." The very well know sarcastic drawl from her silver haired companion awakened her sleepy mind, sighing she turned to look at the lean form of none other than her recent 'friend', Draco Malfoy was smirking as if the world were to drastically end. "On your death bed that smirk will be still there, Draco." A teasing gleam in her brown eyes caught the attention of his seldom mood, didn't she remember? " That is rather my own concern, Granger, since I would like to be sturring up dread within people even when I'm dead." A cold remark from a cold heart, she smiled knowing a Malfoy would always be a Malfoy, even though he had changed his god-like attitude over the years and his resent development of friendship with her, maybe he pitied her. She suddenly frowned, would he be able to pity her?
You're so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You're broken
When your hearts not open
Draco gazed in wonder at her, seeing the different emotions flying by her face, she was a complete mystery to him, but yet he wanted to find her out, know her deepest desirers, this thought bewildered him to the greatest peek, his mind usually being it's dormant self in dark and spiteful thoughts had somehow transferred it's daily ritual of self-pity to thinking about Hermione, non-stop, and right now he was getting scared. He, the notorius evil minded cold hearted soulless creature from hell, as some called him, was 'day-dreaming' about a poor excuse of a proper witch, a mudblood non the less. "Draco Malfoy would you please wipe that look of your face, you look as if you were about to murder me!" That did it, Hermione thought to herself, she had finally caught Malfoy in his little fantasy world, seeing his irritated glance she smiled even more with pride, hoping to make him annoyed. Catching that look of cleverness Draco knew she was up to something, growling with distress he glared at her, eyes flashing a deadly silver, to his dismay, Hermione only grinned wickedly, he didn't know why but she looked adorable with the death promising glare in her eyes. "And what are you smiling at with that look of a pathetic lover-boy Malfoy?" Hopeless as it seemed, Hermione desperately tried to vanquish the giggles that threatened to erupt, but the look on his face…and she was off. Draco stared at her as if she were kissing the Weasel at the very moment, he also cringed in disgust at the inference, what was wrong with her? But most importantly of all, was his face that funny looking, as to it could make a book-worm wallow with graceless laughter?
Mmm if I could melt your heart
Mmm we'd never be apart
Mmm give yourself to me
Mmm you…hold…the key
"Granger, would you 'please' end this pitiable laughter of yours? I am starting to have a head-ache." He scoffed getting annoyed again, pouting he looked at her with his 'helpless bad-boy' look, she wouldn't be able to resist that look, and he knew it well. Locking her gaze with his, she sent him a smile that oddly resembled an evil leer; reaching forward she flicked his nose before standing up and walking towards the door. Stunned to the depths of hell, Draco looked at her in amazement, had she just flicked his nose, the nose of Draco Malfoy? Some would have called it a show of affection, but from Granger? What was going on, he shifted his gaze to Hermione again who was now leaning against the door with a mask of utmost common concentration on her half-way translucent skin, first scary French predictions of the death to a Lord of the Night block who seemed to be doing evil, not remembering anything from the night before, her flicking his nose, and now? He wouldn't be surprised if Hermione were to grow a second head that resembled the one of Ronald Weasly, actually in Draco's mind that was the most horrific image he had ever dreamed up of, save the horrid truth of Pansy Parkinson, he should stop letting his imagination flare to dangerous ground, he shuddered at the memories. Turning back to reality, Hermione was still standing there like a insane predator with her eyes closed shut, it was as if time froze itself, with his growing annoyance Draco growled at the wall, mumbling something that seemed to spell out to insane ex-Hogwarts teachers pets, before looking back at his odd companion, he would bloody well appreciate if she would at least take these damned chains off!
Now there's no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same
If I loose you
My heart would be broken
"Malfoy, would you stop your senseless brooding and just shut up for a second." A distant voice pierced Draco out of his morbid day-dreams, exasperated out of this very existence he glared at Hermione who had finally turned away from the door and was looking at him with irritation, since when should she be irritated? A smirk lightening up his menacing glare, Draco's eyes glowed silver in the dark as he caught her stare of brown fire, she looked ready to kill, this made him laugh, his eyes dancing with near pleasure at seeing her glare even more. "What, are you imagining my death, Granger?" He mocked twisting a smile to poise his lips, flashing it towards her, trying to replicate an award-wining grin, seeing the smile twitching at her rosy lips, he winked at her before settling back down to his brooding little world. Hermione couldn't hold it anymore, she let herself laugh with glee, this was too amusing to miss, Draco looked about ready to laugh himself, though, that would certainly ruin his polished man pride, but his eyes, they seemed to be alive for the first time of their whole lovely banishment to the darkest of darkest dungeons in the Malfoy Manor. She smiled with genuine happiness, she was desperately trying to forget the dreadful feeling in her heart, she knew something appalling was going to happen soon enough, but right now she totally forgot, even though his vain attempt at a sarcastic remark earned him a good laugh from her. He always seemed to do the right things, unlike Ron for instance who would always be too sarcastic at times where it was definitely not needed, or when he was too glum to enjoy the thrill of happiness, ignoring Draco's sinful glare she continued fumbling with the latch that separated her from freedom, her mind already racing off towards faithful alternatives to open the wooden door.
Love is a bird she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside you die
You're frozen
When your heart's not open
Still fascinated by Hermione's glistening emotions Draco watched with patience as her delicate fingers traced the metal lock before her, her eyes glaring at the thing as if it were a B+ on her Charms Essay, wondering what in god's name was going to happen next, Draco settled silently, catching the air within his throat he froze with unnerving anticipation, the chains gripping his blood-spattered wrists forcing the remaining blood to slip towards the cold floor, every second drew at an eternity every droplet shook with time. Hermione's eyes glazed over, hands clutching the cold metal lock, streams of ice issued from within the latch's core spreading all over it's area, with a pull from Hermione it broke with a loud clang that seared through the heavy silence. At the same time, Draco watched with alarm as the ice also captured the chains that bore into his tender wrists, with a wild shout he lunged his hands with great force against the wall, the ice covered chains broke with only one swipe. Astonished out of this very earth Draco observed with a look of pure insane amazement as Hermione turned to look at him, a small smirk grazed her faint pink lips, eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked within his own dumfounded eyes, her face ghostly pale with a sworn tinge of pink on her cheeks, she stirred forward to his unmoving form, kneeling before him. Far too shocked to say anything rude or by the manner normal for him, Draco just gazed at Hermione with bewilderment, his mind still not converting the information to wither into his logic, he only stared and held a smile, not a smirk, but a true and happy smile appeared upon his lips. Then as if this day would get any odder, Hermione lunged at him, twirling her arms around his back, her face hidden by the crook of his neck, sprawled across the wall Draco still looked shocked, but complied with admiration and hugged her back, with a huge inane smile and a misty glaze over his freckled eyes.
Mmm if I could melt your heart
Mmm we'd never be apart
Mmm give yourself to me
Mmm you…hold…the key
"You did it. I cannot believe the century's smartest witch would even master the art of conjuring spells without a wand, I say, I am amazed." Draco whispered softly, having her crushed against him seemed to be a strangely pleasant experience, her gentle face appeared from somewhere within his dirty black robes, she was smiling brightly, her eyes reflecting nothing but pure contentment, a blush coloring her usually pale cheeks, for the first time in three days she looked truly alive. A first true tender smile charmed his lips as he stared within the depth of her soul, consuming every single fragment of sentimentality, she was entranced by his alluring silver eyes which were gazing into her own, silence graced the dark dungeon.
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen
When your hearts not open
Taking the worlds chance, Draco didn't care anymore, he didn't care if his life were to end, or if his father were to kill him, he only saw one last chance to truly live before the darkness took over his heart, with his eyes slowly taking their decent his free hands drew the gentle soft skin beneath his fingers of her cheek, seeing her eye lids lowering in bliss Draco tilted his head slowly, his breath clashing against her placid lips, with the gentlest sweet force of all he kissed her as if she were made of glass, slow callused moves gracefully trailing after the other Hermione let her lips linger with his own for what seemed like eternal rapture. Draco pulled away leisurely, not ever wanting to end that kiss, but due to the fact that having his breath taken and also the sever lack of oxygen he had to end it, breathing hard he looked at her in awe, her eyes slowly flickering open she let a smile break upon her lips, gazing at him as she detangled herself from within his frozen arms, she stood tall, throwing her hair behind her back and stretching her arms. "Well, wasn't that unexpected, a perfect soap opera ending, girl and guy trapped in a dungeon for two days, girl saves guy, guy kisses girl, and there you go Grammy Award winner." Hermione sighed before walking towards the door. Draco felt his pride get a swipe of vengeance, had it really been that bad? Standing up, he pulled a hand through his rather dirty silver hair, nervously eyeing Hermione from the dark corner, "First of all, what is a soap opera? And secondly, had it been really that bad to be compared to this 'soap opera'?" Worried that he was loosing his touch, Draco looked at her with curiosity, the bleakness of the prisoner forbidding him to see her fully, only a mere shadow in the consuming darkness. Not getting an answer from his companion, Draco slowly walked towards her, repeating her name softly, and never getting a genuine reply. Reaching to where Hermione was standing, he gently tapped her on the shoulder, "Hermione?" Not even a flinch.
Mmm if I could melt your heart
Mmm we'd never be apart
Mmm give yourself to me
Then he heard it, sobs full of spite and misery withering her body with invasions of horrid memories, she felt so helpless right now, nothing could help her get out from her anguishing pain. Feeling arms encircle around her waist, she ignored the warmth they gave away, knowing that this was just a sick and cruel game, Hermione really didn't care anymore about anything. "Don't worry, I'm here, cry all you wish, my clothes are already dirty as it is, I wouldn't mid them getting any wetter." In a hushed voice Draco persuaded her into a world of calm, rubbing his hands up and down her back with a comforting pace. Seemingly as the hours passed with a tick of the clock, Hermione slowed the tears, her breathing regulated, "I'm sorry." Was her only gush of words, her arms still attached to his back. "There is nothing to be sorry about Hermione." His eyes bore into her own for the millionth time, puffed up and red, he still loved those honey-brown pools of life, smiling ironically he reached forward and caught the straying tears that released themselves and rushed down her cheek " This is the very fist time I see you cry Granger, but I now know that I never wish to make you cry again." Positively revealed as he saw her smile with minute pleasure she retrieved that fiery gleam in her eyes "And why is that now, good sir?" Hermione submitted, knowing he would either choose to be a sincere gentleman and say that he would never want to see her in pain, or the second and most obvious choice of being sarcastic and witty with a touch of dark humor. " Because you look hideouse when your eyes are all red and puffed up, it scares me horribly." The usual Malfoy was back with revenge, smirking like a fox, he dodged her flying fist that was intended for his face, seeing her playful death-glare he pretended to be revolted and put on a pleading look, in return for his 'good' dead he heard her melodic laugh spar against the wall.
Mmm you…hold…the key
"Draco Malfoy, you are going to be a corps when I get out of this crummy dungeon and get my hands onto one of your father torture tools." Hermione threatened, seeing his dejected look only made her laugh more. "That is not fair Hermione Granger." Draco took up a badly mimicked voice of Professor McGonagelle and regarded Hermione with vehemence in his eyes, glaring at her with his hands placed onto his waist. "Would you shut up already, you big ninny." A ninny? What was he, a child? "Oh yes of course, Professor Granger, I am a ninny as much as Voldermort is friends with Dumbledor." Rolling his eyes as to enhance the statement even more at the sarcasm. "Be quite, you insidious boy, I am only making a mere statement." Getting annoyed with all the pointless bickering, she watched the door with wonder, hearing foot steps adjacent on to the floor outside their dungeon Hermione stomped on Draco's foot to shut him up, shooting her a death promising glare he closed his mouth and stood tall waiting for the person to open the door. Grabbing his hand, Hermione shut her eyes mentally preparing herself for a viciously tormenting death, at the same time hoping against all hope that it would not be the bearer of death to come and claim her life. "It's alright, he'll probably not kill you yet, Hermione, I know my father, he'll wait until the right moment comes." Draco whispered reassuringly, which didn't help in the slightest, as the foot-steps drew nearer and nearer.
The footsteps came to a stop before the hard door, possibly bewildered at not knowing where the latch went, but non-the-less the wooden door creaked open. Light blinded both inmates, for Hermione it was the first sighting of light within three days, but for Draco being a week and three days locked up in solitude it was torture looking at the blistering brightness. A squeaky voice radiated throughout the room "Mater Malfoy! Master Malfoy! Good news for you's, Elder Master Malfoy is dead! He's died two hours ago! Come! Come!"
To Be Continued
A/N: I hate this chapter. I really really hate it. It's very bad and is too long. I am hopeless at writing fluff, I was never good at it, and never will… Ah, here's the translation if you haven't noticed that Draco's daddy is as good as gone, that was basically the entire prophecy Hermione had gotten in french, it said that te Lord of the Night (Draco's father) was going to die. So voila, the pathetic plot line of this boring story. Next chapter will be out in a century, so don't become impatient.
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are not mine, I only use them for my pleasure at writing this fic, secondly the song was composed by Madonna entitled Frozen, so nothing is mine!
I would love to thank all of you who have slaved away countless milliseconds as to review my chapter 3….so here is my personal thank you's:
Fire Goddess: Thank you for considering to actually read my story, the support is really a great motivation. Morbid, yes. Interesting, no. Yes Draco is mine, that is only in my head….Thank you again!
Icy Stormz: Yup Draco was eventually scared. The idea for writing in French came to me because a) I can't write Latin b) it's really common and c) I had no other alternative. Thank you so much for the review!
rei: I never update fast, and this is not a cool story, it's horrible. Thank you a lot!
Porkypop: It was freaky, wasn't it? Thanks for the three reviews!
Aika Malfoy: Thank you for calling this a superb fic, it really doesn't deserve that much positive influence. Keeping Hermione in character was hard, really hard, I didn't want her to be too bossy, or too ari-headish…but thanks anyway!
kristina: It will never end, thanks for reviewing three times already! At least you haven't deserted me!
Chrissy: Creativity is not a word to describe me, more like completely useless writer is more like it. Thank you for the words of reassuring me that I am a good writer, but I don't deserve them at all, you have a great talent for writing and not I. Maybe this is good to you, but ask the next person who reads it, they probably think it's too long and boring to even be a consideration. You should focus more on getting your poems out! I'll be waiting. Just to tell you, this chapter must be the worst I have ever written. THANK YOU AGAIN!
hopeless-romantic: Draco is always hot, that's why he's mine. I write with Microsoft Word and use Times New Roman for this fic, reflect on using Microsoft as an alternative for writing your stories on it. It uploads easier, and to convert it into .html is significantly a lot less hassled. Thanks for the review!