A/N- Voldemort is coming into the story now. I have so many things going on in this story. Don't worry though, all things will fall into place.
~Recap
"Hermione, what'd you need to talk to me about?" I asked. "Meet me in our room tonight at eight, OK?" she said in a hushed undertone. "OK," I said cautiously, and we got to the entrance of the school. Slytherin's had the rest of the day off, but Gryffindor's had Defense Against the Dark Arts. I removed my arm from around Herm's waist, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She barely moved, but mumbled "Our room, 8:00. Don't forget," and then she left, leaving me with my clouded thoughts.
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'Why did I tell Draco I needed to talk to him?' I thought. I knew why, but I didn't know what to say. Our room was the Astronomy Tower. Oh, the Astronomy Tower. We have so many memories from there. Good memories, and bad. Like that one night, where he admitted he had wanted to be with me since the Yule Ball in fourth year. We spent that night curled up on the couch, just being together. It was wonderful. I fit perfectly in his arms. We were like two pieces of a puzzle that fit wonderfully, and flawlessly together. That was a few weeks before the only bad time up there. The Pansy incident, as I had come to call it. He broke my heart that night. I realized I needed him when I saw him there with her. I wanted him. But I was too mad to realize that right away. I came to know I desired him that sleepless night. Now I have him. And Pansy had Blaise. That's the way it should be.
There's a Once Apon A Dream dance coming up at this school. Could it be a more perfect name? Once Apon A Dream. It fit excellently for my situation with Draco. It was only in our dreams that we would hold each other, embrace each other. Only in our dreams we'd kiss, and it would be the best kiss we ever experienced. Only it's not a dream. It is a reality, and we're living it right now. I only hope tonight will be a dream come true.
*Draco's POV*
Tonight at 8:00, something's going to happen between us. I can feel it. I think something's wrong with Hermione. She's been acting really strange, tense. She always blocks off the rest of the world. In deep thought or something. Her eyes almost glaze over, and she looks alarmed if some talks to her. I'm worried about her. My dad knows it too. He's sent me owls telling me that he's coming after me. Voldemort will be accompanying Voldemort. "Only if you don't get your act together" he said in his letter. My dad is the most horrible, disgusting thing on this earth; next to Voldemort that is. He's doing everything in his power to help Voldemort become the ruler of the wizard world. Unfortunately, he has a great chance in succeeding. He just needs Potter out of the way, and he's set. "The only way to defeat Potter is to have you help me kill him," he wrote. That will never happen. I vow on my grave, I will remain loyal to Dumbledore. My father knows that. He just won't accept it. I was easily manipulated by my Father when I was younger, but then in fifth year, I learned the real ways of the world. Voldemort was evil, not good. The world was fine with mud--muggle-borns. Just look at Hermione. Top witch in our year. The Head Girl spot has her name written on it.
As 8:00 drew closer, I was getting more and more apprehensive, and distressed. My mind was playing games with me. I would look at the clock, and see 8:30, when it was only 6:00. I would run out of the room, only realize it was not yet 8:00. I was sick with worry. I threw up all over the bathroom. I just used the Simubera charm to clean it up, but smell lingered on.
-7:45 p.m.
'I better be going now,' I thought. My mind told me to go, but my feet wouldn't move. I clutched my invisibility cloak, the one I had received for my fourteenth birthday. It was something from my father, he gave it to me to help Rita Skeeter. She was a very dim-headed. Couldn't find her way around the Hogwarts grounds. She was very slow, and like I've heard some muggles say, blonde.
'Is it me, or are the corridors colder than usual?' I thought. I shivered, and brushed it off. 'I'm just nervous,' I convinced myself. I got to the door of the Astronomy Tower to find it open a little bit. I peeked inside, and saw Hermione on the couch. She was just sitting there, staring straight at the wall ahead of her. She looked cold, like me. I opened the door, and it creaked a little. She just ignored it. I walked in, and cleared my throat. Again, she overlooked it. "Hermione?" I asked quietly. "Hermione," I said again a little more loudly. "Hermione!" I exclaimed.
"What, what?" she asked, looking dazed.
"It's 8:00," I told her.
"Oh yes. We need to talk," she said.
"What about?" I asked, trying to make the conversation a little less grim then it seemed it would be.
"Harry, and You-Know-Who," she said.
"You-Know-Who?" I questioned. "What about him?"
"Well, he's been risen for over a year now, why hasn't anything major happened yet?"
"I-I-I don't know," I stuttered. Lying to Mione was hard.
"Yes you do. I know you do. You can't lie to me. This is an important matter, Draco. Something's going on. It's been over a year since the Triwizard Tournament, and that's when Voldemort's last attack was. That we know of at least," she said catching my eye.
I started taking big breaths. I hesitated and said: "I really don't think I should tell you. I can handle it."
"Draco! This is Voldemort we're talking about! Not some dueling partner! He is a very, very powerful wizard, and not even Dumbledore can handle him alone. You mustn't pit yourself in danger like that!" she said exasperated.
"But I can't put you in danger," I muttered.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing. I just agreed with you. I said it would be dangerous to try and fight Voldemort," I said trying to sound persuasive. Hermione wasn't buying it though. I could tell.
"We'll talk about him later then I guess," she told me, looking disappointed.
"What else did you need to talk to me about?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Harry. Draco, is he in danger?"
"Promise you won't tell, Hermione?" I said, staring her down.
"I promise."
"This has to do with Voldemort too," I informed her. "He..er...needs some people...um...out of his way before he can rise to the top, and take over. He wants me to help him," I told her, now afraid to look her in the eyes.
"Out of his way? You mean dead. And he wants you to help him? Oh, Draco, promise me you'll never help those monsters. Never withdraw from Dumbledore," she questioned me, although she looked as though she knew the answer.
"Dead, yes," I said, attempting to avoid the subject of Voldemort and me.
"Like who, exactly?" she asked.
I faltered, biting my lip and making it bleed. I really wanted to avoid this subject. "I, I can't tell you that Hermione. I don't want to make you scared."
"It's me, isn't it? And Harry. What about Ron? Is he in danger? Does Voldemort need him dead to rise to the top? What of Dumbledore, and Snape? Are they goners?" She looked like she was getting mad. Her eyes were blazing. She also looked scared at the same time.
I swallowed, and sighed loudly. "Hermione, calm down. I do know Voldemort needs Harry, and..." I stammered, taking short, sharp breaths.
"And me dead. I know Draco, you don't need to say it. I'm not scared. We can beat him. We just need to work together, and be prepared," she finished, looking braver than she really felt.
"Let's talk to Harry, Ron, and Dumbledore. He already knows about the letters from my father. I showed them to him. He's just waiting for something to happen now."
Hermione nodded. "Do you still have your letters?" she asked.
"No, Dumbledore has them now. I'll just wait for Father to send another one," I told her.
"OK, lets just drop the subject of He-who-must-not-be-named."
"Call him Voldemort Hermione. Not calling him by his proper name is just creating more fear," I said reasonably.
She just sighed, and looked away for a second. Then, she looked back at at me, gazing into my eyes, as though looking deep inside of me. "How long have you known?"
"I'm not sure. A month maybe, two months tops. Why?" I asked her. Why did it matter how long I had known that?
"What were you going to tell me the night I saw you and Pansy up here," she stuttered. We tried to avoid the topic of that night.
"When?"
"You asked me to go for a walk with you. Remember? In the corridor," she said.
I was drawing a blank, then an image of me and Hermione talking came floating back into my mind, along with why I had asked her to walk with me in the first place. "To tell you I wanted to be with you. To profess my feelings for you. I was devestated when you told me you had to study, so I went with Pansy up here, and just followed her lead. I wasn't thinking, just doing," I informed her.
"Oh, so it was nothing about Voldemort?"
"No, nothing about him."
"OK, good," she said, grinning. "I've had enough Voldemort to last me a lifetime, however long that may be."
I grinned back at her, and we locked eyes. We stared at each other for a few moments before leaning in, and locking lips. My hands were on her waist, and her's were trailing down my back, running through my hair. Once again, it was perfect.
"You will live Hermione, your lifetime will be long, and joyful. I promise."
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Yuppers, it is very short. That's because it was just filling you in on important matters though. I have a plan in my head, and I know what's going to happen.
One reviewer! Wow...thanks...
SnickleFritz- I took even longer to update this time too. That's because I was waiting for more reviews though! But, unfortunatly, they never came. You'll see what happens with Trelawny later. She'll tie in with everything else. You'll see. *All Things Fall Into Place* (G*Ness' story!)
~Recap
"Hermione, what'd you need to talk to me about?" I asked. "Meet me in our room tonight at eight, OK?" she said in a hushed undertone. "OK," I said cautiously, and we got to the entrance of the school. Slytherin's had the rest of the day off, but Gryffindor's had Defense Against the Dark Arts. I removed my arm from around Herm's waist, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She barely moved, but mumbled "Our room, 8:00. Don't forget," and then she left, leaving me with my clouded thoughts.
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'Why did I tell Draco I needed to talk to him?' I thought. I knew why, but I didn't know what to say. Our room was the Astronomy Tower. Oh, the Astronomy Tower. We have so many memories from there. Good memories, and bad. Like that one night, where he admitted he had wanted to be with me since the Yule Ball in fourth year. We spent that night curled up on the couch, just being together. It was wonderful. I fit perfectly in his arms. We were like two pieces of a puzzle that fit wonderfully, and flawlessly together. That was a few weeks before the only bad time up there. The Pansy incident, as I had come to call it. He broke my heart that night. I realized I needed him when I saw him there with her. I wanted him. But I was too mad to realize that right away. I came to know I desired him that sleepless night. Now I have him. And Pansy had Blaise. That's the way it should be.
There's a Once Apon A Dream dance coming up at this school. Could it be a more perfect name? Once Apon A Dream. It fit excellently for my situation with Draco. It was only in our dreams that we would hold each other, embrace each other. Only in our dreams we'd kiss, and it would be the best kiss we ever experienced. Only it's not a dream. It is a reality, and we're living it right now. I only hope tonight will be a dream come true.
*Draco's POV*
Tonight at 8:00, something's going to happen between us. I can feel it. I think something's wrong with Hermione. She's been acting really strange, tense. She always blocks off the rest of the world. In deep thought or something. Her eyes almost glaze over, and she looks alarmed if some talks to her. I'm worried about her. My dad knows it too. He's sent me owls telling me that he's coming after me. Voldemort will be accompanying Voldemort. "Only if you don't get your act together" he said in his letter. My dad is the most horrible, disgusting thing on this earth; next to Voldemort that is. He's doing everything in his power to help Voldemort become the ruler of the wizard world. Unfortunately, he has a great chance in succeeding. He just needs Potter out of the way, and he's set. "The only way to defeat Potter is to have you help me kill him," he wrote. That will never happen. I vow on my grave, I will remain loyal to Dumbledore. My father knows that. He just won't accept it. I was easily manipulated by my Father when I was younger, but then in fifth year, I learned the real ways of the world. Voldemort was evil, not good. The world was fine with mud--muggle-borns. Just look at Hermione. Top witch in our year. The Head Girl spot has her name written on it.
As 8:00 drew closer, I was getting more and more apprehensive, and distressed. My mind was playing games with me. I would look at the clock, and see 8:30, when it was only 6:00. I would run out of the room, only realize it was not yet 8:00. I was sick with worry. I threw up all over the bathroom. I just used the Simubera charm to clean it up, but smell lingered on.
-7:45 p.m.
'I better be going now,' I thought. My mind told me to go, but my feet wouldn't move. I clutched my invisibility cloak, the one I had received for my fourteenth birthday. It was something from my father, he gave it to me to help Rita Skeeter. She was a very dim-headed. Couldn't find her way around the Hogwarts grounds. She was very slow, and like I've heard some muggles say, blonde.
'Is it me, or are the corridors colder than usual?' I thought. I shivered, and brushed it off. 'I'm just nervous,' I convinced myself. I got to the door of the Astronomy Tower to find it open a little bit. I peeked inside, and saw Hermione on the couch. She was just sitting there, staring straight at the wall ahead of her. She looked cold, like me. I opened the door, and it creaked a little. She just ignored it. I walked in, and cleared my throat. Again, she overlooked it. "Hermione?" I asked quietly. "Hermione," I said again a little more loudly. "Hermione!" I exclaimed.
"What, what?" she asked, looking dazed.
"It's 8:00," I told her.
"Oh yes. We need to talk," she said.
"What about?" I asked, trying to make the conversation a little less grim then it seemed it would be.
"Harry, and You-Know-Who," she said.
"You-Know-Who?" I questioned. "What about him?"
"Well, he's been risen for over a year now, why hasn't anything major happened yet?"
"I-I-I don't know," I stuttered. Lying to Mione was hard.
"Yes you do. I know you do. You can't lie to me. This is an important matter, Draco. Something's going on. It's been over a year since the Triwizard Tournament, and that's when Voldemort's last attack was. That we know of at least," she said catching my eye.
I started taking big breaths. I hesitated and said: "I really don't think I should tell you. I can handle it."
"Draco! This is Voldemort we're talking about! Not some dueling partner! He is a very, very powerful wizard, and not even Dumbledore can handle him alone. You mustn't pit yourself in danger like that!" she said exasperated.
"But I can't put you in danger," I muttered.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing. I just agreed with you. I said it would be dangerous to try and fight Voldemort," I said trying to sound persuasive. Hermione wasn't buying it though. I could tell.
"We'll talk about him later then I guess," she told me, looking disappointed.
"What else did you need to talk to me about?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Harry. Draco, is he in danger?"
"Promise you won't tell, Hermione?" I said, staring her down.
"I promise."
"This has to do with Voldemort too," I informed her. "He..er...needs some people...um...out of his way before he can rise to the top, and take over. He wants me to help him," I told her, now afraid to look her in the eyes.
"Out of his way? You mean dead. And he wants you to help him? Oh, Draco, promise me you'll never help those monsters. Never withdraw from Dumbledore," she questioned me, although she looked as though she knew the answer.
"Dead, yes," I said, attempting to avoid the subject of Voldemort and me.
"Like who, exactly?" she asked.
I faltered, biting my lip and making it bleed. I really wanted to avoid this subject. "I, I can't tell you that Hermione. I don't want to make you scared."
"It's me, isn't it? And Harry. What about Ron? Is he in danger? Does Voldemort need him dead to rise to the top? What of Dumbledore, and Snape? Are they goners?" She looked like she was getting mad. Her eyes were blazing. She also looked scared at the same time.
I swallowed, and sighed loudly. "Hermione, calm down. I do know Voldemort needs Harry, and..." I stammered, taking short, sharp breaths.
"And me dead. I know Draco, you don't need to say it. I'm not scared. We can beat him. We just need to work together, and be prepared," she finished, looking braver than she really felt.
"Let's talk to Harry, Ron, and Dumbledore. He already knows about the letters from my father. I showed them to him. He's just waiting for something to happen now."
Hermione nodded. "Do you still have your letters?" she asked.
"No, Dumbledore has them now. I'll just wait for Father to send another one," I told her.
"OK, lets just drop the subject of He-who-must-not-be-named."
"Call him Voldemort Hermione. Not calling him by his proper name is just creating more fear," I said reasonably.
She just sighed, and looked away for a second. Then, she looked back at at me, gazing into my eyes, as though looking deep inside of me. "How long have you known?"
"I'm not sure. A month maybe, two months tops. Why?" I asked her. Why did it matter how long I had known that?
"What were you going to tell me the night I saw you and Pansy up here," she stuttered. We tried to avoid the topic of that night.
"When?"
"You asked me to go for a walk with you. Remember? In the corridor," she said.
I was drawing a blank, then an image of me and Hermione talking came floating back into my mind, along with why I had asked her to walk with me in the first place. "To tell you I wanted to be with you. To profess my feelings for you. I was devestated when you told me you had to study, so I went with Pansy up here, and just followed her lead. I wasn't thinking, just doing," I informed her.
"Oh, so it was nothing about Voldemort?"
"No, nothing about him."
"OK, good," she said, grinning. "I've had enough Voldemort to last me a lifetime, however long that may be."
I grinned back at her, and we locked eyes. We stared at each other for a few moments before leaning in, and locking lips. My hands were on her waist, and her's were trailing down my back, running through my hair. Once again, it was perfect.
"You will live Hermione, your lifetime will be long, and joyful. I promise."
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Yuppers, it is very short. That's because it was just filling you in on important matters though. I have a plan in my head, and I know what's going to happen.
One reviewer! Wow...thanks...
SnickleFritz- I took even longer to update this time too. That's because I was waiting for more reviews though! But, unfortunatly, they never came. You'll see what happens with Trelawny later. She'll tie in with everything else. You'll see. *All Things Fall Into Place* (G*Ness' story!)