*Disclaimer: Same ol' same ol', don't own Jack. Where'd that expression come from anyway? I don't know Jack, so how could I possibly own him? Oh well, leave the digressions for another day.
*Reviews:
~hasapi, Paxia is still a student. Since everyone is a sixth year, and she's a seventh year, she has the option to offer her assistance to teachers as an aide. I don't know if technically in the books you can do that, but this is my story, and it works. lol. And Hermione does have a cute kind of effect on Draco, doesn't she?
~LA, you're so emotional! Carchidi musta been wondering what you were raving about....never tell her!!
~Ai Kemi, I've never read Hermione as a Ravenclaw, so I'll have to check those out. As for Draco, bastards serve a purpose, and I like my men tough. Your review was cut off at the end though!! I wanted to read what bothered you about Snape...criticism of any kind is greatly appreciated, so please email me your comments with "Snape Review" in the subject. Thanks!
~Rainbowvalley103, I'm still deciding whether or not to take you up on your offer, only because I don't want to post an unfinished fic. But keeps your hopes up, I probably will when this is all done.
~gigiopolis, sorry bout the vocab. AP English will do that to you. But as you'll probably notice the deeper you get into the story, all that excessive writing makes it kind of like a movie that plays in your head. Its fun, you'll enjoy it, I don't doubt that.
*A/N: I apologize for the delay in posting, I took a mental health break. You can't expect a sane, normal person to conjure up these internal struggles now can you? Also, I was posting so quickly because it was Winter Break and I had the time. Since school's starting, and now I have a job, I still plan on being punctual (wish I could say that about everything), but it will be on a weekly, not daily basis. Expect new chapters to be up at the earliest Friday, latest Sunday- which means the site will show it on Monday morning. By the way, some people don't realize that between site updates, you can just go up to the URL at the top of the page and change the last part, for example, chapter=7 to chapter=8 to see if a chapter was uploaded, but the link wasn't created yet. Worst case scenario, it says the chapter doesn't exist.
One more note, the detentions Draco and Harry will be receiving are not important for the plot, so I have no intention of going into detail about them. You guys know how I love going into detail!
And finally, for those of you that noticed, *cough* LA *cough*, Oliver Wood did graduate, but since he's not coming back, for sake of argument we'll say he was visiting. I just like his accent and I act these scenes out when I type them. Well, some of them... ; )
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Chapter Eight
Realizations
Hagrid's detentions always demanded a certain level of physical exertion to which Draco was
unaccustomed, and so upon entering the Slytherin common room, his first objective was to seek out a chair which he could sink into while propping his feet over the emerald armrest.
He stretched his limbs and rubbed his tired eyes. As he blinked, he took note of an exhausted Hermione sprawled over her books. He was tempted to laugh, but the only sound to pass his lips was a sigh. Not even six hours had passed since he'd seen her, and she was already making up the work she missed from other classes. Typical.
Draco approached her quietly, so as not to disturb her. It was rare to find such a quiet moment, and he wanted to thoroughly absorb the vision before him. The crown of her head was adorned with a gracefully simmering and waved mane of mahogany. The few threads that obstructed his view of her delicate skin he entwined in his fingers and gently wrapped behind her ears, which he surprisingly found to be pierced, though they'd escaped decorations as far as he knew. Perhaps in his loss of realization as he concentrated on her beauty, his warm fingers on her cold skin lingered for a bit too
long, and he felt her stir.
He didn't want to disrupt her slumber, but she looked so uncomfortable. She shifted her position, allowing Draco access to her body in such a way that he was able to gingerly life her and place her on the couch, wrapping her in a blanket he retrieved from his new room, which lacked the privacy and superfluous commodities he had grown accustomed to.
But as he carried her, in his arms to the couch, he couldn't help but wish his destination was his
bedroom. He didn't want to take advantage of her, he just wanted her to be able to stretch out of the fetal position a couch permitted. And if she needed more warmth, he would be there to provide it...
He resisted the thought, and laid her down. Dimming the light in the room by extinguishing several candles, Draco found himself sliding drowsily onto the floor, parallel to her, with nothing but his own arm behind his head.
While they slept, a student came in to remove a book from the center table. When she turned to go, she noticed the couple sleeping. Though some would find the gesture of the girl on the couch while the boy took the floor romantic, she found it to be suspicious- given the particular students involved.
The creak from the door signaled her exit, and to this sound, Hermione jumped up. She glanced at
the table with her books, remembering having laid down upon them last. As she slowly came into an awakened stretch, she rolled over and saw Draco on the floor, facing the bottom of her "bed". Still not quite comprehending how she got from point A to point B, and pitying him, she stripped off her blanket and covered him. He was so serene when he slept. Like a little boy.
The protection of the blanket from the chill in the room was appreciated by Draco's frozen body, and as his muscles warmed up, he began to slowly rouse himself from his nap. Rolling on to his back, he gazed up, and upon seeing a refreshed Hermione looking down upon him, he couldn't stop a smile from gracing his features.
"I was thinking about you," yawned Draco, politely. He was never one to give trite expressions or greetings. He raised his body into a sitting position, leaning against the sofa, so that his head was next to hers as she laid it back down unto the pillow.
"I was, too," whispered Hermione. She'd given up on concentrating on homework for the night.
Academics would have to wait, she had other things on her mind, like this sudden affection she was developing for Draco, however hard she attempted at concealing it. Which, wasn't hard at all. Straight A Slytherin prefect, and she was failing miserably with this struggle between heart and mind.
"How are you feeling?" Draco didn't want to remember his encounter with Snape, but knowing that she'd taken a tonic he'd concocted, quite frankly, frightened him at the moment. He didn't think his professor would stoop to such a level, but someone existed that wasn't above it.
"Tired, but better. How about you?" she pointed to his arm, which had stained its bandages.
"I can't feel it. I didn't feel it when I got it, and I didn't really remember it until now," he touched
his arm, and though the stinging sensation filtered through his system, the impulses never reached his brain. Nothing could at the moment...except her essence. Her eyes, adjusting to the light, and her skin, flushed from sleep, looked so alluring that he wondered if it was possible to be that beautiful in the morning, too.
Sensing his unspoken words, she raised her left arm from where it rested on her side and reached out to run her fingers in his tousled hair. The blonde mingled with chunks of light brown tossed about carelessly gave Draco an aura of roughness through his own beauty. Tilting his head back and to the side, he invited her hand to slide down his face, behind his ear, and tracing his strong jaw line until she found herself barely touching his lips. So soft, so smooth....she wondered how they would feel pressed against hers.
Lightly pecking at her fingertips, he moved his mouth to her hands and wrists. Her fingers found their place in the back of his head and he nuzzled her arm. They both wanted nothing more than that moment, and yet, it seemed as though time had stopped for them.
"Where have you been?" Hermione's whispers floated through the space between them, and settled into Draco's heart.
"Lost..." the battles inside the brilliance of Malfoy were consuming him whole and taking a course which would only lead to his self-destruction. His mind was flooded with unanswered questions, such as the loyalty of Severus Snape, the predator of his precious Hermione, his destiny as a Death-eater, and, ultimately, the clouded struggle in his heart. There were so many things wrong with this
picture that Draco just wanted to take her and tell the world to fuck off.
If Snape were loyal, his relationships would remain a light topic of conversation, and nothing for anyone to fuss over, except Pansy. If such an allegiance were betrayed, matters would become considerably complicated. As a total muggle, a bind with a total pureblood would be trouble enough; but Draco was a Malfoy- he had a purpose and destiny with Voldemort, who loathed the muggle race with a fiery passion that burned deep within him. And Draco did not endanger only himself in this way, but his potential love as well. It tore him- this development of feelings towards Hermione, and his duty.
"None are lost, but those with no direction. I see it in your eyes, you've already made your choice," and to Hermione, it was apparent. She removed her hand, and got up by supporting herself on his shoulder. As she moved, her hand swung back in rhythm with her feet, and he caught it.
She turned to look down on him. He gently pulled her down into him, and she sat in his lap. Leaning in, he kissed her earlobe and spoke the words that would crumble the walls in Hermione's heart...
"I have. My way home is in you, Hermione."
The world could fuck off.
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"I don't think its fair that the world rests solely in the palm of your hands" "Remember to breathe" "Its cool to fake romances" "lemon starbursts" "pardon my emo moment" "you don't turn me on" "I'm in an abusive relationship. It's like, "what did you do this afternoon?" *SMACK*" "Don't ever let go" "I will never let you fall"....
Quotes of Winter Break. And pardon my use of the word, but sometimes the best choice is telling the world to fuck off. No regrets, ever. ~Rose.
*Reviews:
~hasapi, Paxia is still a student. Since everyone is a sixth year, and she's a seventh year, she has the option to offer her assistance to teachers as an aide. I don't know if technically in the books you can do that, but this is my story, and it works. lol. And Hermione does have a cute kind of effect on Draco, doesn't she?
~LA, you're so emotional! Carchidi musta been wondering what you were raving about....never tell her!!
~Ai Kemi, I've never read Hermione as a Ravenclaw, so I'll have to check those out. As for Draco, bastards serve a purpose, and I like my men tough. Your review was cut off at the end though!! I wanted to read what bothered you about Snape...criticism of any kind is greatly appreciated, so please email me your comments with "Snape Review" in the subject. Thanks!
~Rainbowvalley103, I'm still deciding whether or not to take you up on your offer, only because I don't want to post an unfinished fic. But keeps your hopes up, I probably will when this is all done.
~gigiopolis, sorry bout the vocab. AP English will do that to you. But as you'll probably notice the deeper you get into the story, all that excessive writing makes it kind of like a movie that plays in your head. Its fun, you'll enjoy it, I don't doubt that.
*A/N: I apologize for the delay in posting, I took a mental health break. You can't expect a sane, normal person to conjure up these internal struggles now can you? Also, I was posting so quickly because it was Winter Break and I had the time. Since school's starting, and now I have a job, I still plan on being punctual (wish I could say that about everything), but it will be on a weekly, not daily basis. Expect new chapters to be up at the earliest Friday, latest Sunday- which means the site will show it on Monday morning. By the way, some people don't realize that between site updates, you can just go up to the URL at the top of the page and change the last part, for example, chapter=7 to chapter=8 to see if a chapter was uploaded, but the link wasn't created yet. Worst case scenario, it says the chapter doesn't exist.
One more note, the detentions Draco and Harry will be receiving are not important for the plot, so I have no intention of going into detail about them. You guys know how I love going into detail!
And finally, for those of you that noticed, *cough* LA *cough*, Oliver Wood did graduate, but since he's not coming back, for sake of argument we'll say he was visiting. I just like his accent and I act these scenes out when I type them. Well, some of them... ; )
Corrupt
Chapter Eight
Realizations
Hagrid's detentions always demanded a certain level of physical exertion to which Draco was
unaccustomed, and so upon entering the Slytherin common room, his first objective was to seek out a chair which he could sink into while propping his feet over the emerald armrest.
He stretched his limbs and rubbed his tired eyes. As he blinked, he took note of an exhausted Hermione sprawled over her books. He was tempted to laugh, but the only sound to pass his lips was a sigh. Not even six hours had passed since he'd seen her, and she was already making up the work she missed from other classes. Typical.
Draco approached her quietly, so as not to disturb her. It was rare to find such a quiet moment, and he wanted to thoroughly absorb the vision before him. The crown of her head was adorned with a gracefully simmering and waved mane of mahogany. The few threads that obstructed his view of her delicate skin he entwined in his fingers and gently wrapped behind her ears, which he surprisingly found to be pierced, though they'd escaped decorations as far as he knew. Perhaps in his loss of realization as he concentrated on her beauty, his warm fingers on her cold skin lingered for a bit too
long, and he felt her stir.
He didn't want to disrupt her slumber, but she looked so uncomfortable. She shifted her position, allowing Draco access to her body in such a way that he was able to gingerly life her and place her on the couch, wrapping her in a blanket he retrieved from his new room, which lacked the privacy and superfluous commodities he had grown accustomed to.
But as he carried her, in his arms to the couch, he couldn't help but wish his destination was his
bedroom. He didn't want to take advantage of her, he just wanted her to be able to stretch out of the fetal position a couch permitted. And if she needed more warmth, he would be there to provide it...
He resisted the thought, and laid her down. Dimming the light in the room by extinguishing several candles, Draco found himself sliding drowsily onto the floor, parallel to her, with nothing but his own arm behind his head.
While they slept, a student came in to remove a book from the center table. When she turned to go, she noticed the couple sleeping. Though some would find the gesture of the girl on the couch while the boy took the floor romantic, she found it to be suspicious- given the particular students involved.
The creak from the door signaled her exit, and to this sound, Hermione jumped up. She glanced at
the table with her books, remembering having laid down upon them last. As she slowly came into an awakened stretch, she rolled over and saw Draco on the floor, facing the bottom of her "bed". Still not quite comprehending how she got from point A to point B, and pitying him, she stripped off her blanket and covered him. He was so serene when he slept. Like a little boy.
The protection of the blanket from the chill in the room was appreciated by Draco's frozen body, and as his muscles warmed up, he began to slowly rouse himself from his nap. Rolling on to his back, he gazed up, and upon seeing a refreshed Hermione looking down upon him, he couldn't stop a smile from gracing his features.
"I was thinking about you," yawned Draco, politely. He was never one to give trite expressions or greetings. He raised his body into a sitting position, leaning against the sofa, so that his head was next to hers as she laid it back down unto the pillow.
"I was, too," whispered Hermione. She'd given up on concentrating on homework for the night.
Academics would have to wait, she had other things on her mind, like this sudden affection she was developing for Draco, however hard she attempted at concealing it. Which, wasn't hard at all. Straight A Slytherin prefect, and she was failing miserably with this struggle between heart and mind.
"How are you feeling?" Draco didn't want to remember his encounter with Snape, but knowing that she'd taken a tonic he'd concocted, quite frankly, frightened him at the moment. He didn't think his professor would stoop to such a level, but someone existed that wasn't above it.
"Tired, but better. How about you?" she pointed to his arm, which had stained its bandages.
"I can't feel it. I didn't feel it when I got it, and I didn't really remember it until now," he touched
his arm, and though the stinging sensation filtered through his system, the impulses never reached his brain. Nothing could at the moment...except her essence. Her eyes, adjusting to the light, and her skin, flushed from sleep, looked so alluring that he wondered if it was possible to be that beautiful in the morning, too.
Sensing his unspoken words, she raised her left arm from where it rested on her side and reached out to run her fingers in his tousled hair. The blonde mingled with chunks of light brown tossed about carelessly gave Draco an aura of roughness through his own beauty. Tilting his head back and to the side, he invited her hand to slide down his face, behind his ear, and tracing his strong jaw line until she found herself barely touching his lips. So soft, so smooth....she wondered how they would feel pressed against hers.
Lightly pecking at her fingertips, he moved his mouth to her hands and wrists. Her fingers found their place in the back of his head and he nuzzled her arm. They both wanted nothing more than that moment, and yet, it seemed as though time had stopped for them.
"Where have you been?" Hermione's whispers floated through the space between them, and settled into Draco's heart.
"Lost..." the battles inside the brilliance of Malfoy were consuming him whole and taking a course which would only lead to his self-destruction. His mind was flooded with unanswered questions, such as the loyalty of Severus Snape, the predator of his precious Hermione, his destiny as a Death-eater, and, ultimately, the clouded struggle in his heart. There were so many things wrong with this
picture that Draco just wanted to take her and tell the world to fuck off.
If Snape were loyal, his relationships would remain a light topic of conversation, and nothing for anyone to fuss over, except Pansy. If such an allegiance were betrayed, matters would become considerably complicated. As a total muggle, a bind with a total pureblood would be trouble enough; but Draco was a Malfoy- he had a purpose and destiny with Voldemort, who loathed the muggle race with a fiery passion that burned deep within him. And Draco did not endanger only himself in this way, but his potential love as well. It tore him- this development of feelings towards Hermione, and his duty.
"None are lost, but those with no direction. I see it in your eyes, you've already made your choice," and to Hermione, it was apparent. She removed her hand, and got up by supporting herself on his shoulder. As she moved, her hand swung back in rhythm with her feet, and he caught it.
She turned to look down on him. He gently pulled her down into him, and she sat in his lap. Leaning in, he kissed her earlobe and spoke the words that would crumble the walls in Hermione's heart...
"I have. My way home is in you, Hermione."
The world could fuck off.
********************************
"I don't think its fair that the world rests solely in the palm of your hands" "Remember to breathe" "Its cool to fake romances" "lemon starbursts" "pardon my emo moment" "you don't turn me on" "I'm in an abusive relationship. It's like, "what did you do this afternoon?" *SMACK*" "Don't ever let go" "I will never let you fall"....
Quotes of Winter Break. And pardon my use of the word, but sometimes the best choice is telling the world to fuck off. No regrets, ever. ~Rose.