Campiongal
How the Stars Fall
Chapter 14: Come Together
3-11-03
Ginny was completely baffled. The ride was over. Done with. Stopped. Ended. And het Blaise's arm was still wrapped firmly around her waist. She didn't mind being baffled now. Not at all.
She looked around. She was right beside the fireplace in the middle of a large living room. The walls were a pale yellow, accented by lovely paintings of gardens, and other things of nature. The fireplace was circular, like a pillar, at the very center, made with a white limestone casing. The floor was a very plush white carpet. The room made Ginny feel warm, like summer was in the room, rather than outside of it.
Blaise smiled at her reaction. It was cute, really. 'Ginny, the room is bewitched. It changes with the season, in the winter, the walls are a midnight blue, the carpet turns to wood, and the paintings are of the night sky. Things like that.... My mom started it all. I love her autumn th best. The whole house changes this way...." Blaise suddenly realized his arm was still around Ginny, and he immediaely dropped his arm. She was slightly disappointed, but really, her brother was sort of there...
"So, when do we go back to Hogwarts?" Ginny looked more about the room.
"Whenever we contact Harry. Which we need to do now." Blaise set Ron down on one of the couches.
"Right, why don't we just go to Hogwarts?"
"There isn't a way in, is there?"
Ginny just smirked, and then walked over, drawing him a map.
~~*~~
Draco watched in complete mortified silence. Hermione was sill tucked next to his body, trying to warm her cold, shaking form. Draco watched as Mcgonagal and Dumbledore, with the help of Madam Pompfrey came into the room, carefully taking a look at the children, before having the medi-witch rush them to the now restricted wing of the hospital.
"Minerva... I think it is safe to say that the Dark Lord is gathering more to him..." Dumbledore watched the bodies pass by, eyes lingering on Pansy's stunned body, "Some even resisting still seem to have been drawn, I dn't know how anymore..." Dumbledore shook his great head.
Minerva watched. She too looked to Pansy. The girl was tough, going through this, but at least she and Dumbledore knew this wasn't her plan. She had been forced into this life she hadn't wanted by he family. Forcing her into their evil. She only wanted life, now it was being restricted. Taking away from her already limited freedom. There was no such thing. Not here. Not with Voldemort.
Draco watched the pair leave, hushed whispers under their breath. Hermione looked up, her eyes were puffy and red, filled with unending amounts of tears, and Draco knew there was nothing He could do, or would ever be able to do to stop this pain, he had seen it before and it still hurt, but for Hermione, an innocent in all of this, the purest on in the room, it could change her forever.
~~*~~
Hermione didn't feel anything for sometime. She didn't hear, she didn't speak. But she watched. She watched Draco compose himself for her sake, sweep her up into his arms, then get on the broom. She watched herself being whisked down the halls, into the entrance room to the prefects common room. They had traveled there faster than she would have liked.
Draco stood Hermione up, putting his arm around her out of love, as well as support. She felt like a glob of well made Jello. She was held together fine, just a little wobbly. What was Harry going to think, he hadn't the slightest idea. On that note, it was thankful the didn't talk Harry for another five or so hours.
~~*~~
Draco and Hermione slid through the portrait hole, as quietly as they could. Wouldn't have mattered anyways however. Harry was a light sleeper, and wasn't about to wake at their noises. He was quite content, curled up in an armchair, blankets piling on top of him. Then there, on his chest sat the little Puffskien, the fur-ball that was now practically a member of Harry's imaginary family.
Draco smirked. This proved it. All Griffie's were softies. He saw Hermione's still-dazed expression and went back to work. He tucked her onto one of the couches, covering her with as many blankets as there were, and the sleeping bag she had brought. When he was about to climb onto his own couch, he heard a whimper, and went back to Hermione, who immediately grabbed his hand, with her shaky one.
Draco was only half startled. He knew she was afraid, but, she wanted his comfort. That surprised him a little. And with that, Draco fell asleep on the floor beside her, his hand still in hers.
And then, they were so rudely awakened...
~~*~~
I know, very short chapter, but I have stuff I gotta do! Not my fault I'm afraid! Anyways, I'm gonna try and write another tomorrow to make up for the lack of action/omance/drama and everything else in this one. It's just sort of an explanatory chapter, you see! But as I said, after these always come the good & juicy stuff! Eh? Yes!
Ginny was completely baffled. The ride was over. Done with. Stopped. Ended. And het Blaise's arm was still wrapped firmly around her waist. She didn't mind being baffled now. Not at all.
She looked around. She was right beside the fireplace in the middle of a large living room. The walls were a pale yellow, accented by lovely paintings of gardens, and other things of nature. The fireplace was circular, like a pillar, at the very center, made with a white limestone casing. The floor was a very plush white carpet. The room made Ginny feel warm, like summer was in the room, rather than outside of it.
Blaise smiled at her reaction. It was cute, really. 'Ginny, the room is bewitched. It changes with the season, in the winter, the walls are a midnight blue, the carpet turns to wood, and the paintings are of the night sky. Things like that.... My mom started it all. I love her autumn th best. The whole house changes this way...." Blaise suddenly realized his arm was still around Ginny, and he immediaely dropped his arm. She was slightly disappointed, but really, her brother was sort of there...
"So, when do we go back to Hogwarts?" Ginny looked more about the room.
"Whenever we contact Harry. Which we need to do now." Blaise set Ron down on one of the couches.
"Right, why don't we just go to Hogwarts?"
"There isn't a way in, is there?"
Ginny just smirked, and then walked over, drawing him a map.
~~*~~
Draco watched in complete mortified silence. Hermione was sill tucked next to his body, trying to warm her cold, shaking form. Draco watched as Mcgonagal and Dumbledore, with the help of Madam Pompfrey came into the room, carefully taking a look at the children, before having the medi-witch rush them to the now restricted wing of the hospital.
"Minerva... I think it is safe to say that the Dark Lord is gathering more to him..." Dumbledore watched the bodies pass by, eyes lingering on Pansy's stunned body, "Some even resisting still seem to have been drawn, I dn't know how anymore..." Dumbledore shook his great head.
Minerva watched. She too looked to Pansy. The girl was tough, going through this, but at least she and Dumbledore knew this wasn't her plan. She had been forced into this life she hadn't wanted by he family. Forcing her into their evil. She only wanted life, now it was being restricted. Taking away from her already limited freedom. There was no such thing. Not here. Not with Voldemort.
Draco watched the pair leave, hushed whispers under their breath. Hermione looked up, her eyes were puffy and red, filled with unending amounts of tears, and Draco knew there was nothing He could do, or would ever be able to do to stop this pain, he had seen it before and it still hurt, but for Hermione, an innocent in all of this, the purest on in the room, it could change her forever.
~~*~~
Hermione didn't feel anything for sometime. She didn't hear, she didn't speak. But she watched. She watched Draco compose himself for her sake, sweep her up into his arms, then get on the broom. She watched herself being whisked down the halls, into the entrance room to the prefects common room. They had traveled there faster than she would have liked.
Draco stood Hermione up, putting his arm around her out of love, as well as support. She felt like a glob of well made Jello. She was held together fine, just a little wobbly. What was Harry going to think, he hadn't the slightest idea. On that note, it was thankful the didn't talk Harry for another five or so hours.
~~*~~
Draco and Hermione slid through the portrait hole, as quietly as they could. Wouldn't have mattered anyways however. Harry was a light sleeper, and wasn't about to wake at their noises. He was quite content, curled up in an armchair, blankets piling on top of him. Then there, on his chest sat the little Puffskien, the fur-ball that was now practically a member of Harry's imaginary family.
Draco smirked. This proved it. All Griffie's were softies. He saw Hermione's still-dazed expression and went back to work. He tucked her onto one of the couches, covering her with as many blankets as there were, and the sleeping bag she had brought. When he was about to climb onto his own couch, he heard a whimper, and went back to Hermione, who immediately grabbed his hand, with her shaky one.
Draco was only half startled. He knew she was afraid, but, she wanted his comfort. That surprised him a little. And with that, Draco fell asleep on the floor beside her, his hand still in hers.
And then, they were so rudely awakened...
~~*~~
I know, very short chapter, but I have stuff I gotta do! Not my fault I'm afraid! Anyways, I'm gonna try and write another tomorrow to make up for the lack of action/omance/drama and everything else in this one. It's just sort of an explanatory chapter, you see! But as I said, after these always come the good & juicy stuff! Eh? Yes!