Hey!!!! It is good to be back! I am sorry that I took so long with this chapter, I was kinda busy, but I know that is no excuse, lol. For those of you that have been having trouble finding my stories, cause I keep changing my pen name, just look for them by title, I am going to continue to change them. It is like an obsession, haha. Oh, ya, ya'll can call me Hecate-chan, no matter what my pen name is, to be a little less confusing.
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Hecate-chan- I would like to introduce everyone to my muse, who finally came out of hiding. Wants some of the lime-light now, I suppose. Welcome my muse, Marcus Flint!!
Marcus- Stop it! The only reason you let me come out of the closet, is because I got my teeth fixed! I never saw anything wrong with them! I am scared of dentists!!
Hecate-chan- :whistles innocently: Whatever do you mean?? You went to the dentist of your own free will! Now, say hi to everybody!
Marcus- :miserably: Hi, my name is Marcus, and I have straight, pearly teeth.
Hecate-chan- Good, now lets get on with the story! And no, don't even ask, cause you probably won't be in the story, but if you are, your teeth will still be straight.
Marcus- :begins to cuss and threaten Hecate with his wand, little does he know that it is fake!:
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Chapter 6- Almost Caught
Hermione paced around her dorm, impatiently. She was still pissed off that Malfoy knew about her "secret life". If he knew, then she knew he probably wouldn't keep his mouth shut for long about. His little note had already proven that. Damn him!
She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was time for dinner to begin. She didn't feel like eating tonight, so she decided to practice before her meeting with Malfoy.
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Hermione walked out of the castle and onto the Quidditch Pitch, as it was the most desolate place right now. With her, she carried a medium pouch of what looked like small snitch sized balls. Also she had ditched her boring school robes, for some strange muggle clothing.
She was wearing deer-skin leggings, battle style, and a tight tank top, that ended an inch above her belly-button. Her shoes consisted of knee length black boots, that didn't have much heal. Her hip-length curly, red-brown hair, was back in a tight french braid. Around her waist, was a belt, that had a rapier, hanging down from a sheath. On her other side, there were several small daggers, that had a spell on them, so that they would magically replenish themselves when needed.
She crouched down and reached into the pouch, and pulled out a small black ball. Getting out her wand, she tossed the ball into the air, and then cast a transfiguration spell, which turned the ball into a black silloette. The shadow had a rapier in its hands, and got in position for a duel. Hermione did likewise and they faced off, the shadow making the first cut.
Hermione parried it, and then did a cut of her own. She knocked the sword out of his hands, and if he were real he would be bleeding. They commenced to hand-to-hand, but she still ended up kicking his ass. Putting all of her anger and frustration into what she was doing, she soon beat it, and it turned to dust. She got out another ball and did the same, fighting it for a while, and then finally beating it. She only did this for sport and to keep in shape, since she had long since passed that age that these shadow fighters, were any serious challenge. She had been using them since she was about nine.
Time had flown by and soon it was time for her to meet Draco in the forest, she was about to be late. She gathered all of her stuff together and set off, having no idea what was about to happen, and what was soon to come.
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"Your late.," was the first thing that came out of Draco's mouth, when she stepped into the clearing.
Then he looked her over and raised an eyebrow at her. She glared at him and he backed off a little. "So, what do you want Malfoy?," she spat at him, eager to hurry up and be able to leave.
"I want to know your secret. Or should I say secrets, what is with your outfit? You look as if you are about to go off to battle. Care to explain?," he asked in that Malfoy pompous way of his.
She answered,"No, not particularly. It is once again, another thing that is none of your business!"
"Well aren't you just full of surprises. Anything I don't know, or are you all out in the open?"
"Bite me."
He looked at her in a suggestive way, that said he could easily comply, and she considered knocking him out cold. She just rolled her eyes and glared at him, getting more and more annoyed at him, he had made her come out here for nothing.
Draco was suddenly in front of me, his nose a mere inch away from my own. I could feel his breath on my face, and I felt myself blush, for what reason, I did not know. He looked into my eyes, as if he were trying to find something, perhaps what I have been hiding. Then suddenly, I pulled my eyes from his and stepped back, startled. "What are you playing at?!," Hermione asked, her voice quivering,"What do you want from me?"
He looked puzzled at her sudden change of mood and answered, "I know that you are hiding something from everyone. You have changed over the years, Granger, and now it looks as if it is destroying you. You get the shit beat out of you, you let Weasel and Potty get their hands all over you, you talk back to Snape, and you have strange powers. There is something going on, and you know about it!," he finished, looking a little pissed.
Hermione was about to yell at him, tell him to back the fuck off, when he was thrown to the ground, by a dark green light. Following his fall, came out about four Death Eaters, all with their wands out. Hermione cursed and cut a back flip, putting distance between her and her attackers. That confused them for a minute, giving her the time she needed, to get out own wand and get into a dueling stance. They looked at each other warily, Hermione knew who these men were, they were the ones that had given her all these marks, scars, and pains ever since her first year. Now, it seemed as if they knew she was about to tell someone her secret, and was here to stop it. "Your father sent us to you. He is watching you and we are here to warn you. Do not tell anyone anything, for if you do, you will regret the day you were ever born. He will make sure of that, as he said himself."
That said they all raced back into the forest, probably finding a place far enough away so they could apparate.
Hermione waited to make sure they were gone, and then went to Draco's side. He had come to, but had wisely stayed down, to avoid further confrontation. "What just happened?," he asked curiously.
Hermione froze and just looked at him, her eyes begging him to not make her have to say anything. They sat like that, she leaning over him, her hands checking for wounds, he laying propped up by his elbows, staring into her face wonderingly. As if my magic, their faces came closer and closer together, until their lips touched. It wasn't a passionet kiss, nor was it very long, but while it lasted, it was the sweetest thing any of them had ever expierenced. Draco was still caught up in the kiss, when Hermione pulled sharply away. Her eyes widened and she slapped her hand over her mouth in horror. Getting up quickly, she unwilling let out a bone-wrenching sob, and then took off towards the castle.
Draco sat stunned for a mere minute longer, before jumping up and taking off after her. It was way past curfew, so when Hermione ran into the halls, Draco right behind her, there was no one to stop them. She ran down many hallways and up many staircases, eager to get away from him. He soon fell behind and had to stop.
He looked around at where he was, and saw that he had ended up in the North Tower. Turning around he walked back towards the Sytherian Common Room, all the while thinking about her and what had happened tonight. He was so confused, what did she have to do with the Death Eaters and what in god's name possesd him to kiss her? For all he knew, she could be a Death Eater herself! Draco shook his head and gave the password "Serpentsortia", and then climbed into the common room.
Instead of going to bed he went and sat down on one of the couches to think. Why would Granger know any Death Eaters? That was the most often thought that was crossing his mind, he just couldn't stop thinking about it. He himself had stood up to his father the previous summer, and was beaten and disowned for it. Now, he lived with Snape, who was his gardiuan, until he turned 17.
Deciding to stop thinking about the problem at hand for the time being, he went up to his own private dormitory, the wonders of being a prefect. He fell asleep, still thinking about Hermione, his own messed up life, and the kiss they had shared. He had no idea what it had meant, or if had any real meaning other than lust. He wasn't sure that he wanted to find out, at any rate, the way things were going now. Life was getting to be so screwed up.....
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In her own dormitory, Hermione was having much different thoughts. Thoughts of her adoptive family, thoughts of the Death Eaters, and what they could say to her father. She hated to call him that, he didn't deserve the title. He was a cold hearted, ruthless bastard, who had no sense at all. But, then how could he have loved her mother, as much as he did, or as much as Hermione could remember. When her mother was still alive, her father had been one of the happiest men on Earth. Yet, when she died, he acted as if she had never existed. He had cast Hermione off to live with a different family, when she was still just a little kid. Why? She had always asked herself that. It could be because of who he was, but when she was little she always thought it was because she had been a bad girl. Hermione had wasted some 3 years of her life thinking that it was her fault for making her father so bitter and cold, and that it was her fault he didn't want her.
Maybe it was because she looked just like her mother, that was her original thought, and that is one of the reasons she looked as she does now. Her curly red-brown hair, was actually just a spell, the same with her brown eyes. Hardly ever was she seen, even by herself, in her true form. All she had ever wanted was to please her father, make him see that he was wrong in casting her aside, that he really did love her, as she needed to be loved. Now, she had the chance to do just that, but would it make him love her? Or would it just make him satisfied that he had gotten his way, once more.
Hermione threw herself down on her bed in frustration and anger. She was confused, oh so very confused, and all the things that had happed tonight and recently, were not helping at all. She sighed and changed into her pajamas, and then went to sleep, her mind still a whirlwind of thought. 'Oh well,' she thought,' tommorow is another day.'
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Hecate-chan- Well what do you think people?? Was it worth the wait? What do you think Marcus?
Marcus-.....
Hecate-chan-:rolls eyes: Don't mind him, he is mad because I won't give him back his real wand, and that his fake one turned into a rubber chicken.
Marcus- Shut up!
Hecate-chan- Nope, this is way too much fun! All the finger cramps I am getting are well worth it!
Marcus-:sighs: You are hopeless, completely and totally hopeless.
Hecate-chan- Maybe, but I am happy!! LOL, so I guess it is time to say good-bye, we have other stories to work on! So, bye bye, my faithful readers! Until next time! Say good bye Marcus! Or else you won't get to sleep in my room, it will be the cupboard for you!
Marcus- Bye bye, till next time!
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Well, people that is all for chapter 6!! I hope you liked it, I know I did. Serpent De Fu- Did it have enough "steam" in there for you? I tried the best I could, without giving away too much information too early. Well, I am off the bed now, it being past 12 am here. So bye!!
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Hecate-chan- I would like to introduce everyone to my muse, who finally came out of hiding. Wants some of the lime-light now, I suppose. Welcome my muse, Marcus Flint!!
Marcus- Stop it! The only reason you let me come out of the closet, is because I got my teeth fixed! I never saw anything wrong with them! I am scared of dentists!!
Hecate-chan- :whistles innocently: Whatever do you mean?? You went to the dentist of your own free will! Now, say hi to everybody!
Marcus- :miserably: Hi, my name is Marcus, and I have straight, pearly teeth.
Hecate-chan- Good, now lets get on with the story! And no, don't even ask, cause you probably won't be in the story, but if you are, your teeth will still be straight.
Marcus- :begins to cuss and threaten Hecate with his wand, little does he know that it is fake!:
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Chapter 6- Almost Caught
Hermione paced around her dorm, impatiently. She was still pissed off that Malfoy knew about her "secret life". If he knew, then she knew he probably wouldn't keep his mouth shut for long about. His little note had already proven that. Damn him!
She looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was time for dinner to begin. She didn't feel like eating tonight, so she decided to practice before her meeting with Malfoy.
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Hermione walked out of the castle and onto the Quidditch Pitch, as it was the most desolate place right now. With her, she carried a medium pouch of what looked like small snitch sized balls. Also she had ditched her boring school robes, for some strange muggle clothing.
She was wearing deer-skin leggings, battle style, and a tight tank top, that ended an inch above her belly-button. Her shoes consisted of knee length black boots, that didn't have much heal. Her hip-length curly, red-brown hair, was back in a tight french braid. Around her waist, was a belt, that had a rapier, hanging down from a sheath. On her other side, there were several small daggers, that had a spell on them, so that they would magically replenish themselves when needed.
She crouched down and reached into the pouch, and pulled out a small black ball. Getting out her wand, she tossed the ball into the air, and then cast a transfiguration spell, which turned the ball into a black silloette. The shadow had a rapier in its hands, and got in position for a duel. Hermione did likewise and they faced off, the shadow making the first cut.
Hermione parried it, and then did a cut of her own. She knocked the sword out of his hands, and if he were real he would be bleeding. They commenced to hand-to-hand, but she still ended up kicking his ass. Putting all of her anger and frustration into what she was doing, she soon beat it, and it turned to dust. She got out another ball and did the same, fighting it for a while, and then finally beating it. She only did this for sport and to keep in shape, since she had long since passed that age that these shadow fighters, were any serious challenge. She had been using them since she was about nine.
Time had flown by and soon it was time for her to meet Draco in the forest, she was about to be late. She gathered all of her stuff together and set off, having no idea what was about to happen, and what was soon to come.
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"Your late.," was the first thing that came out of Draco's mouth, when she stepped into the clearing.
Then he looked her over and raised an eyebrow at her. She glared at him and he backed off a little. "So, what do you want Malfoy?," she spat at him, eager to hurry up and be able to leave.
"I want to know your secret. Or should I say secrets, what is with your outfit? You look as if you are about to go off to battle. Care to explain?," he asked in that Malfoy pompous way of his.
She answered,"No, not particularly. It is once again, another thing that is none of your business!"
"Well aren't you just full of surprises. Anything I don't know, or are you all out in the open?"
"Bite me."
He looked at her in a suggestive way, that said he could easily comply, and she considered knocking him out cold. She just rolled her eyes and glared at him, getting more and more annoyed at him, he had made her come out here for nothing.
Draco was suddenly in front of me, his nose a mere inch away from my own. I could feel his breath on my face, and I felt myself blush, for what reason, I did not know. He looked into my eyes, as if he were trying to find something, perhaps what I have been hiding. Then suddenly, I pulled my eyes from his and stepped back, startled. "What are you playing at?!," Hermione asked, her voice quivering,"What do you want from me?"
He looked puzzled at her sudden change of mood and answered, "I know that you are hiding something from everyone. You have changed over the years, Granger, and now it looks as if it is destroying you. You get the shit beat out of you, you let Weasel and Potty get their hands all over you, you talk back to Snape, and you have strange powers. There is something going on, and you know about it!," he finished, looking a little pissed.
Hermione was about to yell at him, tell him to back the fuck off, when he was thrown to the ground, by a dark green light. Following his fall, came out about four Death Eaters, all with their wands out. Hermione cursed and cut a back flip, putting distance between her and her attackers. That confused them for a minute, giving her the time she needed, to get out own wand and get into a dueling stance. They looked at each other warily, Hermione knew who these men were, they were the ones that had given her all these marks, scars, and pains ever since her first year. Now, it seemed as if they knew she was about to tell someone her secret, and was here to stop it. "Your father sent us to you. He is watching you and we are here to warn you. Do not tell anyone anything, for if you do, you will regret the day you were ever born. He will make sure of that, as he said himself."
That said they all raced back into the forest, probably finding a place far enough away so they could apparate.
Hermione waited to make sure they were gone, and then went to Draco's side. He had come to, but had wisely stayed down, to avoid further confrontation. "What just happened?," he asked curiously.
Hermione froze and just looked at him, her eyes begging him to not make her have to say anything. They sat like that, she leaning over him, her hands checking for wounds, he laying propped up by his elbows, staring into her face wonderingly. As if my magic, their faces came closer and closer together, until their lips touched. It wasn't a passionet kiss, nor was it very long, but while it lasted, it was the sweetest thing any of them had ever expierenced. Draco was still caught up in the kiss, when Hermione pulled sharply away. Her eyes widened and she slapped her hand over her mouth in horror. Getting up quickly, she unwilling let out a bone-wrenching sob, and then took off towards the castle.
Draco sat stunned for a mere minute longer, before jumping up and taking off after her. It was way past curfew, so when Hermione ran into the halls, Draco right behind her, there was no one to stop them. She ran down many hallways and up many staircases, eager to get away from him. He soon fell behind and had to stop.
He looked around at where he was, and saw that he had ended up in the North Tower. Turning around he walked back towards the Sytherian Common Room, all the while thinking about her and what had happened tonight. He was so confused, what did she have to do with the Death Eaters and what in god's name possesd him to kiss her? For all he knew, she could be a Death Eater herself! Draco shook his head and gave the password "Serpentsortia", and then climbed into the common room.
Instead of going to bed he went and sat down on one of the couches to think. Why would Granger know any Death Eaters? That was the most often thought that was crossing his mind, he just couldn't stop thinking about it. He himself had stood up to his father the previous summer, and was beaten and disowned for it. Now, he lived with Snape, who was his gardiuan, until he turned 17.
Deciding to stop thinking about the problem at hand for the time being, he went up to his own private dormitory, the wonders of being a prefect. He fell asleep, still thinking about Hermione, his own messed up life, and the kiss they had shared. He had no idea what it had meant, or if had any real meaning other than lust. He wasn't sure that he wanted to find out, at any rate, the way things were going now. Life was getting to be so screwed up.....
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In her own dormitory, Hermione was having much different thoughts. Thoughts of her adoptive family, thoughts of the Death Eaters, and what they could say to her father. She hated to call him that, he didn't deserve the title. He was a cold hearted, ruthless bastard, who had no sense at all. But, then how could he have loved her mother, as much as he did, or as much as Hermione could remember. When her mother was still alive, her father had been one of the happiest men on Earth. Yet, when she died, he acted as if she had never existed. He had cast Hermione off to live with a different family, when she was still just a little kid. Why? She had always asked herself that. It could be because of who he was, but when she was little she always thought it was because she had been a bad girl. Hermione had wasted some 3 years of her life thinking that it was her fault for making her father so bitter and cold, and that it was her fault he didn't want her.
Maybe it was because she looked just like her mother, that was her original thought, and that is one of the reasons she looked as she does now. Her curly red-brown hair, was actually just a spell, the same with her brown eyes. Hardly ever was she seen, even by herself, in her true form. All she had ever wanted was to please her father, make him see that he was wrong in casting her aside, that he really did love her, as she needed to be loved. Now, she had the chance to do just that, but would it make him love her? Or would it just make him satisfied that he had gotten his way, once more.
Hermione threw herself down on her bed in frustration and anger. She was confused, oh so very confused, and all the things that had happed tonight and recently, were not helping at all. She sighed and changed into her pajamas, and then went to sleep, her mind still a whirlwind of thought. 'Oh well,' she thought,' tommorow is another day.'
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Hecate-chan- Well what do you think people?? Was it worth the wait? What do you think Marcus?
Marcus-.....
Hecate-chan-:rolls eyes: Don't mind him, he is mad because I won't give him back his real wand, and that his fake one turned into a rubber chicken.
Marcus- Shut up!
Hecate-chan- Nope, this is way too much fun! All the finger cramps I am getting are well worth it!
Marcus-:sighs: You are hopeless, completely and totally hopeless.
Hecate-chan- Maybe, but I am happy!! LOL, so I guess it is time to say good-bye, we have other stories to work on! So, bye bye, my faithful readers! Until next time! Say good bye Marcus! Or else you won't get to sleep in my room, it will be the cupboard for you!
Marcus- Bye bye, till next time!
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Well, people that is all for chapter 6!! I hope you liked it, I know I did. Serpent De Fu- Did it have enough "steam" in there for you? I tried the best I could, without giving away too much information too early. Well, I am off the bed now, it being past 12 am here. So bye!!