"My Heart Will Go On" Chapter 22: Can I Paint Your Portrait?
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Nobody knew what Dean & Hermione did the night of the Valentine's Day Ball...well, except for Dean & Hermione. All they knew was that they were both very cheerful & now back together...which was a good thing. As Hermione walked down one of the dim corridors on a fairly warm March evening, she decided to sit on the balcony & stare at the grounds. She would look at the stars, but they haven't been out for a couple of days, & since it was partly cloudy all day, there would most likely be no stars out. Suddenly, someone wrapped their arms around her waist from behind & covered her eyes with a free hand. "Guess who," the person whispered as Hermione giggled. She knew who it was, but decided to toy with his mind. "Ron?" "No." "Harry?" "No." "Oh, I don't know who, Dean." "Bingo!" She laughed as she was now lifted into the air & turned around so she could see his face. "Hello love," he greeted, giving her a peck on the forehead, "How are you today?" "Just peachy!" she exclaimed, playful sarcasm showing through. "Hey 'Mione." "Yeah?" "I want to ask you something." "Shoot." "Can I paint your portrait?" Hermione was shocked; she wasn't expecting that question. She looked into his eyes & saw a puppy dog pout forming. "No! It burns!" she laughed, shielding her eyes. "Pretty please?" he whined, kneeling in front of her, begging clear in his dark eyes. "Of course!" she exclaimed, smiling widely. He smirked happily, lifted Hermione from the ground, & ran off somewhere.
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Dean had a large grin plastered on his face as he ran towards the balcony. He had been planning on asking Hermione a long time ago, but didn't have the courage, or the perfect time, to do so. Finally, he was able to paint her portrait, so he could hang it in the prefect common room for all life time. "Are we there yet?!" she exclaimed from his back. "No!" "Are we there yet?!" "No!" "Are we there-?!" Dean shushed her by dropping her into one of the lounge chairs. Her eyes grew wide as she looked around. Dean already had his paints & canvas out, so he was prepared. "How do you want me to pose?" she asked, lying down on her back, smiling. Dean smirked, & said, "That's perfect, just turn on your side facing me & stay still." She did as she was told, having a cute grin shining through her features. "That's perfect! Just stay still, then we'll start." He took out his paintbrush Hermione gave him & also took out his wand briefly & muttered, "Windgaridum Leviosa." She started floating, but she didn't seem to notice. That's when he started to paint, but after he sketched her features. Luckily she didn't have her school robes on; she had on a deep sky blue, 3 quarter sleeved shirt, jeans, & white boots, with her curly chestnut brown hair being held by the hairpin Parvati gave her, her chocolate brown eyes shining love, & she wearing the necklace he gave her & the two rings she received from each Harry & Ron & the promise ring he gave her next to Ron's.
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Hermione enjoyed watching Dean concentrate & focus on painting the portrait of her, giving her glances here & there. 'He must be really talented,' she thought to herself. She had never seen him paint before, but saw a few of his paintings; he sure got the job down. He would tell her that he needed inspiration to paint a perfect portrait, or it just didn't look right. Finally, he said, "It's finished. Come take a look." She got up *she was lowered* & made her short way to Dean. When she laid eyes on the portrait, she gasped, eyes widening."You don't like it...do you?" Dean sighed. Hermione shook her head & exclaimed, "No Dean...I love it!" She smiled at the perfect precision of her figure in the painting & the brilliant use of colors. "You'll become a great painter someday Dean," she sighed, squeezing him tight. He squeezed her tight & replied, "Maybe." She kissed him, lightly at first, but then a hunger overtook her. Dean deepened the kiss, the same hunger taking over him. A minute later, they stopped for a breather, then continued. To their unawareness, someone was watching them from the woods. "The Mudbloods don't know what they're heading into," someone snickered from the woods, "Soon, they will suffer. All of them." He let out a cold, purely evil cackle, then walked deeper into the forest.
*A/N: I finally got an inspiration for a chapter. Hehe ;) Soooo...who was that person in the woods? What does he mean by not knowing what they're heading into? Who are the people who are going to suffer? FIND OUT! Haha =) PLEASE I urge you to read & review please!*
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Nobody knew what Dean & Hermione did the night of the Valentine's Day Ball...well, except for Dean & Hermione. All they knew was that they were both very cheerful & now back together...which was a good thing. As Hermione walked down one of the dim corridors on a fairly warm March evening, she decided to sit on the balcony & stare at the grounds. She would look at the stars, but they haven't been out for a couple of days, & since it was partly cloudy all day, there would most likely be no stars out. Suddenly, someone wrapped their arms around her waist from behind & covered her eyes with a free hand. "Guess who," the person whispered as Hermione giggled. She knew who it was, but decided to toy with his mind. "Ron?" "No." "Harry?" "No." "Oh, I don't know who, Dean." "Bingo!" She laughed as she was now lifted into the air & turned around so she could see his face. "Hello love," he greeted, giving her a peck on the forehead, "How are you today?" "Just peachy!" she exclaimed, playful sarcasm showing through. "Hey 'Mione." "Yeah?" "I want to ask you something." "Shoot." "Can I paint your portrait?" Hermione was shocked; she wasn't expecting that question. She looked into his eyes & saw a puppy dog pout forming. "No! It burns!" she laughed, shielding her eyes. "Pretty please?" he whined, kneeling in front of her, begging clear in his dark eyes. "Of course!" she exclaimed, smiling widely. He smirked happily, lifted Hermione from the ground, & ran off somewhere.
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Dean had a large grin plastered on his face as he ran towards the balcony. He had been planning on asking Hermione a long time ago, but didn't have the courage, or the perfect time, to do so. Finally, he was able to paint her portrait, so he could hang it in the prefect common room for all life time. "Are we there yet?!" she exclaimed from his back. "No!" "Are we there yet?!" "No!" "Are we there-?!" Dean shushed her by dropping her into one of the lounge chairs. Her eyes grew wide as she looked around. Dean already had his paints & canvas out, so he was prepared. "How do you want me to pose?" she asked, lying down on her back, smiling. Dean smirked, & said, "That's perfect, just turn on your side facing me & stay still." She did as she was told, having a cute grin shining through her features. "That's perfect! Just stay still, then we'll start." He took out his paintbrush Hermione gave him & also took out his wand briefly & muttered, "Windgaridum Leviosa." She started floating, but she didn't seem to notice. That's when he started to paint, but after he sketched her features. Luckily she didn't have her school robes on; she had on a deep sky blue, 3 quarter sleeved shirt, jeans, & white boots, with her curly chestnut brown hair being held by the hairpin Parvati gave her, her chocolate brown eyes shining love, & she wearing the necklace he gave her & the two rings she received from each Harry & Ron & the promise ring he gave her next to Ron's.
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Hermione enjoyed watching Dean concentrate & focus on painting the portrait of her, giving her glances here & there. 'He must be really talented,' she thought to herself. She had never seen him paint before, but saw a few of his paintings; he sure got the job down. He would tell her that he needed inspiration to paint a perfect portrait, or it just didn't look right. Finally, he said, "It's finished. Come take a look." She got up *she was lowered* & made her short way to Dean. When she laid eyes on the portrait, she gasped, eyes widening."You don't like it...do you?" Dean sighed. Hermione shook her head & exclaimed, "No Dean...I love it!" She smiled at the perfect precision of her figure in the painting & the brilliant use of colors. "You'll become a great painter someday Dean," she sighed, squeezing him tight. He squeezed her tight & replied, "Maybe." She kissed him, lightly at first, but then a hunger overtook her. Dean deepened the kiss, the same hunger taking over him. A minute later, they stopped for a breather, then continued. To their unawareness, someone was watching them from the woods. "The Mudbloods don't know what they're heading into," someone snickered from the woods, "Soon, they will suffer. All of them." He let out a cold, purely evil cackle, then walked deeper into the forest.
*A/N: I finally got an inspiration for a chapter. Hehe ;) Soooo...who was that person in the woods? What does he mean by not knowing what they're heading into? Who are the people who are going to suffer? FIND OUT! Haha =) PLEASE I urge you to read & review please!*