Thanks so much to everyone that reviewed...im sooooooooooo sorry that i
didnt get this chapter out sooner, i would have liked to, but with finals,
the holidays and my parents it was almost impossible. I hope you like this
chapter, i went with a little more draco this time...he's so hot. Ok,
anyway, PLEASE r/r and let me know how you liked the characerization of
Draco, i tried something different. Here you go (finally) Chapter 7 of
All I Really Want...enjoy.
Chapter 7: Onyx
Hermione's legs shook beneath her as she made her way down the final steps of Gryffindor tower. She leaned on the banister and took a long, measured deep breath to steady herself. 'You can do this Hermione, just suck it up and get your butt down to the lake!'
She straitened her robes and stuck her chest out, falsely preparing herself for whatever Draco might tell her. Her mind wandered from explanation to explanation, trying to decipher the news. Before she knew it, she was walking along the dirt path that bordered the lake, moving farther away from the luminous castle.
Hermione clamped her sweaty palms together as she heart fluttered in anticipation. Never before had she experienced such anxiety. IN just a few more steps she'd know it all, with a few more steps her life could change forever. There was an immense weight on her shoulders. 'Am I willing to take this risk? I've already gone so far.I cant turn back now.' She took the final steps into the shadows of the lake, flinching every time the twigs and leaved beneath her crunched.
"Got my letter then? I was beginning to think you weren't coming." She spun around, searching in the dark for some embodiment of the voice.
Draco stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the moon. His hair mimicking the glistening water of the lake. Hermione's heart leapt into her throat, her body frozen in its place.
"Come. Sit." Draco gestured to a fallen log resting on the water's edge, just barely in the shadows. Hermione let her feet lead her to makeshift bench. Draco took the seat next to her.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Draco beat her to it, which was just as well for she had no idea what to say.
"My father, as you may already know, is a rather important follower of Lord Voldemort. You, being Voldemort's only kin, are now of great interest to him and his people. The wish to know everything about you. I told them there was not much to know, you being raised by Muggles and all, but they insist I extract any and all information I can from that-that annoyingly smart brain of yours." He stood up and began to pace along the shore of the lake.
"Stuff the insults Malfoy-get to the point." Hermione was beginning to get annoyed with Draco and his condescending remarks.
He reached out his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. He then skimmed his hand along her skin to the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Draco grabbed the back of her head sadistically and wrapped his fingers around her hair. He pulled her up to him so she was now looking directly into the face of the blond-haired Slytherin. Hermione's hand grazed his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away from her. This only caused his to tighten his grip. He stood there for a moment merely breathing on her face. "Patience, my little Mudblood, is a virtue." He whispered, his eyes burning holes into her irises.
Draco's grip gradually loosened as his hand fell from her head to the small of her back and eventually landed by his side. He gazed out towards the lake, seemingly recuperating his thoughts. "The letters you have been receiving," he said, still gazing at the captivating onyx water, "they're from my father." He turned to face Hermione.
"Your father-" Hermione began to say as her knees gave way, causing her to take a seat on the log.
"Not all the words are his-but that's his penmanship, ink, and seal." He sat next to her once again.
"Why are you telling me this?" It was Hermione's turn to stare into the nothingness.
"My father is not a man to be messed with. He's not one you should attempt to challenge. And, as much as I hate to admit it, we need each other to survive."
"Survive? I don't understand Malfoy. Why would you want to help me?" She tried searching his eyes for answers, but only received stone cold walls.
"Because I too want to remain living. The Death-Eaters have placed much value on me in this so-called mission. And even though I'm his son, there's no doubt in my mind that Luicius would kill me is I messed this one up." He leaned over, his head between his knees, and began rubbing his forehead.
"What mission?"
"That's none of your business yet-just.well, if I need to speak to you you must not resist. It's imperative that you cooperate."
"I understand that Malfoy, but-"
"Draco.my name is Draco. When were alone that is. Listen, I will call on you from time to time requesting to meet with you. Use one of the school owls to write me back. I don't want anyone catching on that I'm corresponding with The Mudblood."
"I'm not a Mudblood."
"According to everyone else, you are. Keep it that way." Draco got up and began his stretch back to the castle, leaving Hermione flabbergasted.
"I still don't understand what's going on! I thought you were going to explain everything."
"Look Granger. Just make sure you save any future letters that may be sent to you, and be ready to meet me at any time. Oh-and if you tell anyone about our little meetings, I will personally hex you to the death. Do you understand? It will all explain itself shortly. Patience, my little Mudblood. Patience." With that he turned and walked back to the castle.
Hermione sat there for a moment feeling the anxiety rise in her throat. It took all her strength within her to keep form vomiting. Not only was she more confused now more than ever, but she was now involved in some Death- Eater mission she didn't want to be a part of. Hermione took one last breath before standing up and following Draco's steps back to the castle.
"Keep it that way." Draco's words rang in her ears. Hermione let her feet guide her back to her dorm room, her home.
She crawled her way onto the bed and let predating sleep take over her body. Her lack of completed homework went unnoticed, the cloud of dust around her school books went untouched. The rest of Gryffindor house went on with their lives, failing to see their precious Hermione slipping farther and farther into her confused mind.
A/N WELL? I hope you liked it, sorry it was a little shorter than my usual chapters and i know you though he was going to explain things...but i lied. Sorry. I know where this story is heading and, well, lets just say that thngs will make sense soon. Hope you liked it, and PLEASE CLICK THE LITTLE BLUE BOX AND MAKE MY DAY ITS. RIGHT THERE IN THE LEFT CORNER, YOU CANT MISS IT. Next chapter up soon, a week or so... Thanks for reading. -Sorceress019
Chapter 7: Onyx
Hermione's legs shook beneath her as she made her way down the final steps of Gryffindor tower. She leaned on the banister and took a long, measured deep breath to steady herself. 'You can do this Hermione, just suck it up and get your butt down to the lake!'
She straitened her robes and stuck her chest out, falsely preparing herself for whatever Draco might tell her. Her mind wandered from explanation to explanation, trying to decipher the news. Before she knew it, she was walking along the dirt path that bordered the lake, moving farther away from the luminous castle.
Hermione clamped her sweaty palms together as she heart fluttered in anticipation. Never before had she experienced such anxiety. IN just a few more steps she'd know it all, with a few more steps her life could change forever. There was an immense weight on her shoulders. 'Am I willing to take this risk? I've already gone so far.I cant turn back now.' She took the final steps into the shadows of the lake, flinching every time the twigs and leaved beneath her crunched.
"Got my letter then? I was beginning to think you weren't coming." She spun around, searching in the dark for some embodiment of the voice.
Draco stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the moon. His hair mimicking the glistening water of the lake. Hermione's heart leapt into her throat, her body frozen in its place.
"Come. Sit." Draco gestured to a fallen log resting on the water's edge, just barely in the shadows. Hermione let her feet lead her to makeshift bench. Draco took the seat next to her.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but Draco beat her to it, which was just as well for she had no idea what to say.
"My father, as you may already know, is a rather important follower of Lord Voldemort. You, being Voldemort's only kin, are now of great interest to him and his people. The wish to know everything about you. I told them there was not much to know, you being raised by Muggles and all, but they insist I extract any and all information I can from that-that annoyingly smart brain of yours." He stood up and began to pace along the shore of the lake.
"Stuff the insults Malfoy-get to the point." Hermione was beginning to get annoyed with Draco and his condescending remarks.
He reached out his hand and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. He then skimmed his hand along her skin to the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Draco grabbed the back of her head sadistically and wrapped his fingers around her hair. He pulled her up to him so she was now looking directly into the face of the blond-haired Slytherin. Hermione's hand grazed his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away from her. This only caused his to tighten his grip. He stood there for a moment merely breathing on her face. "Patience, my little Mudblood, is a virtue." He whispered, his eyes burning holes into her irises.
Draco's grip gradually loosened as his hand fell from her head to the small of her back and eventually landed by his side. He gazed out towards the lake, seemingly recuperating his thoughts. "The letters you have been receiving," he said, still gazing at the captivating onyx water, "they're from my father." He turned to face Hermione.
"Your father-" Hermione began to say as her knees gave way, causing her to take a seat on the log.
"Not all the words are his-but that's his penmanship, ink, and seal." He sat next to her once again.
"Why are you telling me this?" It was Hermione's turn to stare into the nothingness.
"My father is not a man to be messed with. He's not one you should attempt to challenge. And, as much as I hate to admit it, we need each other to survive."
"Survive? I don't understand Malfoy. Why would you want to help me?" She tried searching his eyes for answers, but only received stone cold walls.
"Because I too want to remain living. The Death-Eaters have placed much value on me in this so-called mission. And even though I'm his son, there's no doubt in my mind that Luicius would kill me is I messed this one up." He leaned over, his head between his knees, and began rubbing his forehead.
"What mission?"
"That's none of your business yet-just.well, if I need to speak to you you must not resist. It's imperative that you cooperate."
"I understand that Malfoy, but-"
"Draco.my name is Draco. When were alone that is. Listen, I will call on you from time to time requesting to meet with you. Use one of the school owls to write me back. I don't want anyone catching on that I'm corresponding with The Mudblood."
"I'm not a Mudblood."
"According to everyone else, you are. Keep it that way." Draco got up and began his stretch back to the castle, leaving Hermione flabbergasted.
"I still don't understand what's going on! I thought you were going to explain everything."
"Look Granger. Just make sure you save any future letters that may be sent to you, and be ready to meet me at any time. Oh-and if you tell anyone about our little meetings, I will personally hex you to the death. Do you understand? It will all explain itself shortly. Patience, my little Mudblood. Patience." With that he turned and walked back to the castle.
Hermione sat there for a moment feeling the anxiety rise in her throat. It took all her strength within her to keep form vomiting. Not only was she more confused now more than ever, but she was now involved in some Death- Eater mission she didn't want to be a part of. Hermione took one last breath before standing up and following Draco's steps back to the castle.
"Keep it that way." Draco's words rang in her ears. Hermione let her feet guide her back to her dorm room, her home.
She crawled her way onto the bed and let predating sleep take over her body. Her lack of completed homework went unnoticed, the cloud of dust around her school books went untouched. The rest of Gryffindor house went on with their lives, failing to see their precious Hermione slipping farther and farther into her confused mind.
A/N WELL? I hope you liked it, sorry it was a little shorter than my usual chapters and i know you though he was going to explain things...but i lied. Sorry. I know where this story is heading and, well, lets just say that thngs will make sense soon. Hope you liked it, and PLEASE CLICK THE LITTLE BLUE BOX AND MAKE MY DAY ITS. RIGHT THERE IN THE LEFT CORNER, YOU CANT MISS IT. Next chapter up soon, a week or so... Thanks for reading. -Sorceress019