Let me be the one you call,
If you jump I won't let you fall,
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night.
If you need to fall apart,
I can mend your broken heart,
If you need to crash,
Then crash and burn, you're not alone.
Chapter Two: When Hell Breaks Loose
Hundreds of miles from Hogwarts, the Dark Lord stood before his fire. Lucius Malfoy was sitting in a chair, a scotch in his hand.
"Lucius," Voldemort said, "You are positive that your son is lost to us?"
"Yes. He wrote his mother praising his filthy Mudblood girlfriend, defying all I ever taught him, refusing to be a Death Eater, next he'll be best friends with Harry Potter and-"
"We must take action. Your son is not the only one to refuse membership. It is time he, and Harry Potter, is taught a lesson. Write to all the Death Eaters. Inform them I want Hermione Granger for Christmas, and if I don't get her…"
"What will you do?"
"Kill their wives of course. That includes yours, Lucius."
"Y-yes, Master."
***
Harry and Ron were surprised at the change in Malfoy. He was gracious and kind and God damn it, it freaked them out, even more than the time Snape sang "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred in the middle of a test.
Hermione, however, seemed to adore him, though only God knew why. He was always there opening doors, playing with her hair, laughing, smiling, carrying her books, acting eerily… Gryffindor-like. He also bought her things a lot. Candy, flowers, expensive jewelry from Paris, cashmere shawls from Milan, the list went on. Suddenly everybody was enormously jealous of both of them, the girls because of Draco's looks and the gifts he gave, and the guys because of Hermione's looks and the way she looked in the gifts Draco gave.
But for some reason, that wasn't a big part of their relationship. Most of it was how they would simply cuddle close in class, the way they kissed, the way he would just stare at her like she was the most beautiful and amazing thing he'd ever seen. It was a very pure relationship, and the teachers picked up quickly. Dumbledore would wink at the pair, Professor Flitwick jumped up and down practically when they came in, and Hagrid watched Draco, as though at any moment Draco would take an axe and try to murder Hermione. Hagrid never did and never would trust Malfoy, even though the Slytherin actually came down one day and apologize profusely for everything he'd ever done to Hagrid.
All in all, the three boys started to become friends. It took two months and lots of persuading from Hermione, but they were soon like glue. Life was pretty nice.
***
When November came around, it began to snow.
Draco knew this because at one o'clock in the morning on November third, someone bouncing on his bed next to him awakened him.
"Draco!" Hermione exclaimed. "Wake up! It's snowing!"
Draco rolled on his side. She was extremely excited, because she hadn't put on a robe over her thin, silky, long, white nightgown, that he could see right through.
"Hermione, love, why do you do this to me?"
"Do what?" She exclaimed. Her eyes were filled with a childish anticipation, yet seemed to teasingly flash in a strange, mischievous way.
"Wake me up at one o'clock in the morning, scantily clad, and in my private bed chamber! Someday I'm going to forget decorum and throw you down and make love to you like- I don't know!"
Hermione looked at Draco with those wide eyes. "Why don't you then?"
"Decorum."
Hermione climbed on top of Draco. "What decorum?"
Draco was suddenly filled with apprehension. It wasn't his decision to make. God knew he wanted to just throw that girl down, but he respected her too much. Draco stuttered. "You're ready for this?"
Hermione smiled. "Absolutely."
"Okay," he said.
Her hair canopied around them, sending Draco's senses into a frenzy from its cinnamon scent. He kissed her deeply, inching her white nightgown off. She shivered, not from the cold, but in anticipation. Draco put himself on top of Hermione. She fingered his chest, tracing up his shoulders, neck, and face until her hand rested on his cheek.
"I love you," she whispered.
Draco smiled. "I love you, too."
"Oh, by the way," Hermione said, "It's Elisabeth."
***
Helene gaped at me. "She did the foreplay?"
"She knew I wouldn't. I didn't want to hurt her. I think she knew how badly I wanted to though. I loved her like…I don't know. Our love was too mature for us. It was very adult and intense, even though it sounds gentle. There were many times we would be violent in bed, almost scarily so."
"What happened next?"
"Voldemort tried to take her. I won this time, but… It would give him the rage to kill her eventually."
"Oh, please, tell!" Helene exclaimed. She truly was a girl; not the kind Hermione was, but normal, wanting to know the juicy inside details of a romance. It suddenly hit me that she probably didn't comprehend what was going on, unless…
"Are you a witch?"
She nodded. "Yep! I go to the Salem Academy."
"Good. Because what I'm about to tell you will make little sense to a Muggle."
Helene was apprehensive. "Did something bad happen?"
I laughed a hollow, dead laugh of someone who has seen all hell break loose before his eyes. "It was Christmas Eve of that year, I had gone up to the Gryffindor Common room to give Hermione her Christmas present…"
***
Draco climbed up the stairs, the box in his pocket hitting against his leg. It was afternoon, which meant he'd seen her that morning. And all night for that matter. She'd left afterwards, and had missed breakfast and tea. He supposed she was reading, even though it seemed odd.
Potter came up behind him. "Malfoy? I thought Hermione was with you."
Draco turned around. "She's not in Gryffindor Tower?"
Potter shook his head. "No. She hasn't been here at all."
He gave the password (Twinkle-Toes), and Draco took the Girls' Dormitory steps three at a time. He opened Hermione's door-
It was empty. On the bed lay a black skirt and red top, as well as her necessaries. Her nightgown was laid neatly in the laundry basket. Draco's eyes darted to the bathroom door, where water was permeating the rug. He opened the door.
A bath was being drawn, or so it had been hours ago. The water was three inches deep, and steam was coming up, fogging the mirrors. The tub was empty, but the mirror was cracked, with blood in the cracks. A wand was sunken a few feet away, soaps spilled, and a crimson hand mark dragged across the wall. Draco's stomach dropped.
Potter gasped, and ran over to the tub, putting out the water. He picked up the wand, and turned to Draco. His eyes connected with something over Draco's head.
He looked at Draco in shock. Draco looked up and saw what had Potter so upset.
The Dark Mark drawn out in crimson red.
Draco backed out slowly, and began to search the room. He dug through Hermione's vanity. He checked the side drawers. The first had various hair things, bushes and the sort. The second had loads of chocolate, enough to give Hermione's parents a heart attack. The third was underwear, which on any other occasion Draco would have thumbed through. He looked through her things on top, jewelry boxes and photos.
He found the key to the long drawer and unlocked it. She had four books, labeled Year One, Two, Three, Four, and Five, in various colors. There were Muggle drawing and writing utensils. A dictionary. A sketchbook. A photo album. Pressed flowers. Normal Hermione stuff. Draco growled in frustration, then spotted it. A Locator Charm. Small, in the shape of a crescent, it matched the necklace Hermione always wore. In her tidy, perfect handwriting, Hermione had written De Novo on a tiny sheet of parchment. Latin for "Anew."
Draco smiled at Potter. "She really knows how to blow my mind, that girl."
Potter looked up at Draco, amazed. "What?"
Weasley entered then. He looked around at the mess.
"Where's Hermione?"
Draco gave a smug face. "I don't know. But, if you two grab a part of this thing, we all will."
Potter and Weasley-
***
"I thought their names were Harry and Ron!" Helene interrupted.
"Fine," I muttered.
***
Harry and Ron grabbed on the crescent, and Draco whispered to it. "De Novo."
***
If you jump I won't let you fall,
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night.
If you need to fall apart,
I can mend your broken heart,
If you need to crash,
Then crash and burn, you're not alone.
Chapter Two: When Hell Breaks Loose
Hundreds of miles from Hogwarts, the Dark Lord stood before his fire. Lucius Malfoy was sitting in a chair, a scotch in his hand.
"Lucius," Voldemort said, "You are positive that your son is lost to us?"
"Yes. He wrote his mother praising his filthy Mudblood girlfriend, defying all I ever taught him, refusing to be a Death Eater, next he'll be best friends with Harry Potter and-"
"We must take action. Your son is not the only one to refuse membership. It is time he, and Harry Potter, is taught a lesson. Write to all the Death Eaters. Inform them I want Hermione Granger for Christmas, and if I don't get her…"
"What will you do?"
"Kill their wives of course. That includes yours, Lucius."
"Y-yes, Master."
***
Harry and Ron were surprised at the change in Malfoy. He was gracious and kind and God damn it, it freaked them out, even more than the time Snape sang "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred in the middle of a test.
Hermione, however, seemed to adore him, though only God knew why. He was always there opening doors, playing with her hair, laughing, smiling, carrying her books, acting eerily… Gryffindor-like. He also bought her things a lot. Candy, flowers, expensive jewelry from Paris, cashmere shawls from Milan, the list went on. Suddenly everybody was enormously jealous of both of them, the girls because of Draco's looks and the gifts he gave, and the guys because of Hermione's looks and the way she looked in the gifts Draco gave.
But for some reason, that wasn't a big part of their relationship. Most of it was how they would simply cuddle close in class, the way they kissed, the way he would just stare at her like she was the most beautiful and amazing thing he'd ever seen. It was a very pure relationship, and the teachers picked up quickly. Dumbledore would wink at the pair, Professor Flitwick jumped up and down practically when they came in, and Hagrid watched Draco, as though at any moment Draco would take an axe and try to murder Hermione. Hagrid never did and never would trust Malfoy, even though the Slytherin actually came down one day and apologize profusely for everything he'd ever done to Hagrid.
All in all, the three boys started to become friends. It took two months and lots of persuading from Hermione, but they were soon like glue. Life was pretty nice.
***
When November came around, it began to snow.
Draco knew this because at one o'clock in the morning on November third, someone bouncing on his bed next to him awakened him.
"Draco!" Hermione exclaimed. "Wake up! It's snowing!"
Draco rolled on his side. She was extremely excited, because she hadn't put on a robe over her thin, silky, long, white nightgown, that he could see right through.
"Hermione, love, why do you do this to me?"
"Do what?" She exclaimed. Her eyes were filled with a childish anticipation, yet seemed to teasingly flash in a strange, mischievous way.
"Wake me up at one o'clock in the morning, scantily clad, and in my private bed chamber! Someday I'm going to forget decorum and throw you down and make love to you like- I don't know!"
Hermione looked at Draco with those wide eyes. "Why don't you then?"
"Decorum."
Hermione climbed on top of Draco. "What decorum?"
Draco was suddenly filled with apprehension. It wasn't his decision to make. God knew he wanted to just throw that girl down, but he respected her too much. Draco stuttered. "You're ready for this?"
Hermione smiled. "Absolutely."
"Okay," he said.
Her hair canopied around them, sending Draco's senses into a frenzy from its cinnamon scent. He kissed her deeply, inching her white nightgown off. She shivered, not from the cold, but in anticipation. Draco put himself on top of Hermione. She fingered his chest, tracing up his shoulders, neck, and face until her hand rested on his cheek.
"I love you," she whispered.
Draco smiled. "I love you, too."
"Oh, by the way," Hermione said, "It's Elisabeth."
***
Helene gaped at me. "She did the foreplay?"
"She knew I wouldn't. I didn't want to hurt her. I think she knew how badly I wanted to though. I loved her like…I don't know. Our love was too mature for us. It was very adult and intense, even though it sounds gentle. There were many times we would be violent in bed, almost scarily so."
"What happened next?"
"Voldemort tried to take her. I won this time, but… It would give him the rage to kill her eventually."
"Oh, please, tell!" Helene exclaimed. She truly was a girl; not the kind Hermione was, but normal, wanting to know the juicy inside details of a romance. It suddenly hit me that she probably didn't comprehend what was going on, unless…
"Are you a witch?"
She nodded. "Yep! I go to the Salem Academy."
"Good. Because what I'm about to tell you will make little sense to a Muggle."
Helene was apprehensive. "Did something bad happen?"
I laughed a hollow, dead laugh of someone who has seen all hell break loose before his eyes. "It was Christmas Eve of that year, I had gone up to the Gryffindor Common room to give Hermione her Christmas present…"
***
Draco climbed up the stairs, the box in his pocket hitting against his leg. It was afternoon, which meant he'd seen her that morning. And all night for that matter. She'd left afterwards, and had missed breakfast and tea. He supposed she was reading, even though it seemed odd.
Potter came up behind him. "Malfoy? I thought Hermione was with you."
Draco turned around. "She's not in Gryffindor Tower?"
Potter shook his head. "No. She hasn't been here at all."
He gave the password (Twinkle-Toes), and Draco took the Girls' Dormitory steps three at a time. He opened Hermione's door-
It was empty. On the bed lay a black skirt and red top, as well as her necessaries. Her nightgown was laid neatly in the laundry basket. Draco's eyes darted to the bathroom door, where water was permeating the rug. He opened the door.
A bath was being drawn, or so it had been hours ago. The water was three inches deep, and steam was coming up, fogging the mirrors. The tub was empty, but the mirror was cracked, with blood in the cracks. A wand was sunken a few feet away, soaps spilled, and a crimson hand mark dragged across the wall. Draco's stomach dropped.
Potter gasped, and ran over to the tub, putting out the water. He picked up the wand, and turned to Draco. His eyes connected with something over Draco's head.
He looked at Draco in shock. Draco looked up and saw what had Potter so upset.
The Dark Mark drawn out in crimson red.
Draco backed out slowly, and began to search the room. He dug through Hermione's vanity. He checked the side drawers. The first had various hair things, bushes and the sort. The second had loads of chocolate, enough to give Hermione's parents a heart attack. The third was underwear, which on any other occasion Draco would have thumbed through. He looked through her things on top, jewelry boxes and photos.
He found the key to the long drawer and unlocked it. She had four books, labeled Year One, Two, Three, Four, and Five, in various colors. There were Muggle drawing and writing utensils. A dictionary. A sketchbook. A photo album. Pressed flowers. Normal Hermione stuff. Draco growled in frustration, then spotted it. A Locator Charm. Small, in the shape of a crescent, it matched the necklace Hermione always wore. In her tidy, perfect handwriting, Hermione had written De Novo on a tiny sheet of parchment. Latin for "Anew."
Draco smiled at Potter. "She really knows how to blow my mind, that girl."
Potter looked up at Draco, amazed. "What?"
Weasley entered then. He looked around at the mess.
"Where's Hermione?"
Draco gave a smug face. "I don't know. But, if you two grab a part of this thing, we all will."
Potter and Weasley-
***
"I thought their names were Harry and Ron!" Helene interrupted.
"Fine," I muttered.
***
Harry and Ron grabbed on the crescent, and Draco whispered to it. "De Novo."
***