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The wind whipped at Hermione's face, sending her chocolate curls air born as the ground fell away underneath her. She followed the figure in front of her mournfully. Why was she following him? She could get a new apartment. That was what she'd do. She would retrieve her belongings and leave. Start over. And she wouldn't let him stop her.
Her reveries were interrupted abruptly as a huge, looming silhouette in the distance intruded upon her line of vision. She assumed it was Malfoy manor, and her suspicions were confirmed when Malfoy lowered his broom in the direction of the estate.
They both dismounted their respective vehicles simultaneously. Draco offered his hand to Hermione. She stared at his open palm wearily, and placed her trembling hand in his. He pulled her gently up the steps to the humongous household.
Suddenly a thunderclap sounded in the distance announcing the approach of rain. Rain then proceeded to empty from the heavens at an alarming rate as lightning sizzled from cloud to cloud. Hermione was incredibly grateful that Malfoy's home included an outcropping over the entrance. If it weren't so, she would have been drenched.
Malfoy pushed the marble door open with practiced ease and she stepped inside. The whole mansion was fashioned in the grandest magnificence of marble, gold and jewels.
"Wow." Any other articulation escaped her mind at that point.
Draco grinned "I'm glad you like your new home." He said softly.
"Oh I do." Hermione said spinning in a circle, then she stopped hastily and glared at Draco. "But this isn't my home." She added quickly.
Draco ignored her "Would you like to see your room?"
She nodded. Her room would be where her things were stored. She followed him up nine flights of polished marble staircases, fifteen corridors and through eighteen doors until they finally reached two oak door whose conjunction was twin golden handles. Draco gestured to the handles signifying for her to open the block to their entrance.
She grasped one handle and tugged it open. It moved swiftly on it's hinges to reveal a gorgeous room, decorated in blue velvet, pearls and silver. Hermione noted that all her belongings were neatly placed about the room. The whole room wreaked of feminism.
She sat down on the canopy bed thoughtfully. Draco cleared his throat from his maintained position in the doorway. Hermione turned her head attentively.
"Dinner is in an hour, Hermione. You may do what you wish until then with the exception of setting the house on fire, homicide and suicide. I will answer every question you have then." With that he turned on his heel, gently closing the door behind him.
Hermione sighed. Good. Maybe with a few answers she could figure this mess out. She decided she wanted to explore. She rose off the impeccable bed and opened her door softly. She slid out of her room and decided she'd look for a library.
She looked down the corridor to see the setting sun. Where had the day gone? She looked down at her attire and decided to change. She turned back to her room and replaced her previous dress with a silver silk evening gown. Not that she wanted to look good for Draco, the house was just very formal.
She strolled down the corridors, marveling at the many tapestries, vases and artifacts. She decided she should probably began her journey for the dining hall seeming as how she had only fifteen minutes until she was expected. She pivoted to go back and the realization that she was lost slammed into her.
Oh this was perfect. She was lost in Malfoy manor in a gown. She heard someone clear their throat to her right. She turned to address the person. It was a male servant.
She smiled at him kindly "Excuse me could you show me to where ever it is Mr. Malfoy eats?"
The servant nodded "Of course." He took her arm by the elbow and steered her down a flight of steps.
She cringed uncontrollably. This person's touch repulsed her. It wasn't Draco's. The thought flew through her mind before she could stop it. Why did she care? But in her brain she couldn't stop comparing this strangers grip with Draco's. Draco? Malfoy.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore and she began to grimace "Would you please not touch me?" She asked quickly.
The servant looked at her quizzically but released her. Her relief was a physical thing as it swamped her. They arrived at the banquet hall, which boasted a gigantic fireplace and a lengthy polished oak table.
Draco was standing in front of the flickering flames, supporting his weight with one hand positioned on the mantle above the hearth. The light of the flames reflected in his metallic eyes.
Suddenly his gaze jumped from the fire to Hermione. He smiled slowly. "Hello Hermione." His voice was soft velvet "Please, sit down." He gestured towards a red velvet chair at one end of the table. The servant scurried away as Draco took his position at the opposite end of the table. "You said you could answer all my questions." Hermione reminded him as a turkey appeared out of thin air.
"And I can, so ask." He invited cutting a piece of turkey for her before slicing one for himself.
"Okay, first of all, what the hell did you do to me last night?"
His lips curled "Other than steal your virginity, nothing."
She glowered at him "There is no where in the history of man kind's reproduction green, slimy liquid." She pointed out haughtily.
He chuckled "So, you really want to know what the limehirf was."
"Limehirf? What is limehirf?"
"It's part of the ritual that binds us."
"Whoa, stop there, back up, ritual?"
"Yes, ritual. You see I consulted my father's oracle several years ago and it told me that the one true woman I was to mate with was you."
"Hold on, mate with? You are human aren't you?"
His smile widened "I think we'll leave that to your own judgment. Either way, I must bind myself to the correct woman and the oracle said it was you. Once the ritual is complete you and I are irreversibly bound. You will no longer find pleasure in any other man but me and the same applies to myself."
"Okay so what. I'm just supposed to give up my life?"
"No, your life will be the same, the only difference is that it will include me."
"And what's with the love and baby?" She questioned irritably, clearly she didn't find these nicknames appealing.
"Well until last night I hated you, but the ritual has caused me a great deal of affection for you." He admitted happily.
"What about your father?"
Draco shrugged "I killed him."
"What?!" "When I told him what the oracle said he said he would rather have a dead son than a son connected to a muggle born. I had to kill him before he had the chance to kill me." He explained quietly.
Hermione shook her head in an attempt to clarify the madness swirling with in. "Now what's limehirf?"
"It is a concocted substance of my people. Once placed on both bodies during their joining it seals the bond."
Hermione nodded, understanding. "Okay, so let me get this straight, you and I are bound, I can't touch other men without feeling repulsion and we're mates?"
Draco nodded "Pretty much."
Hermione burst out laughing. Her slight frame rippled with mirth, causing her to fall to the floor.
Draco raised his eyebrows, stood and walked over to Hermione's squirming frame. "And just what is so funny?"
"This whole thing." She gasped "I mean seriously limehirf? Come on, it was probably lime detergent."
He looked down at her silver form and shook his head "You've gone insane. I knew it would happen someday. What I speak is fact love and you know it."
She finally reigned her laughter, took a deep breath and allowed Draco to help her up. "I know. I just can't help thinking this is all a whacked out dream like my last one." She then turned her suspicious eyes on Draco. "By the way, how'd you know about my dream?"
He shrugged "I sent it to you." He stated frankly "to prepare you for last night."
Hermione nodded. Suddenly the person of Ron Weasley burst into the dining hall "Malfoy! What the hell have you done?"
Alright, there's an explanation, happy now? Keep sending reviews! Bye!
The wind whipped at Hermione's face, sending her chocolate curls air born as the ground fell away underneath her. She followed the figure in front of her mournfully. Why was she following him? She could get a new apartment. That was what she'd do. She would retrieve her belongings and leave. Start over. And she wouldn't let him stop her.
Her reveries were interrupted abruptly as a huge, looming silhouette in the distance intruded upon her line of vision. She assumed it was Malfoy manor, and her suspicions were confirmed when Malfoy lowered his broom in the direction of the estate.
They both dismounted their respective vehicles simultaneously. Draco offered his hand to Hermione. She stared at his open palm wearily, and placed her trembling hand in his. He pulled her gently up the steps to the humongous household.
Suddenly a thunderclap sounded in the distance announcing the approach of rain. Rain then proceeded to empty from the heavens at an alarming rate as lightning sizzled from cloud to cloud. Hermione was incredibly grateful that Malfoy's home included an outcropping over the entrance. If it weren't so, she would have been drenched.
Malfoy pushed the marble door open with practiced ease and she stepped inside. The whole mansion was fashioned in the grandest magnificence of marble, gold and jewels.
"Wow." Any other articulation escaped her mind at that point.
Draco grinned "I'm glad you like your new home." He said softly.
"Oh I do." Hermione said spinning in a circle, then she stopped hastily and glared at Draco. "But this isn't my home." She added quickly.
Draco ignored her "Would you like to see your room?"
She nodded. Her room would be where her things were stored. She followed him up nine flights of polished marble staircases, fifteen corridors and through eighteen doors until they finally reached two oak door whose conjunction was twin golden handles. Draco gestured to the handles signifying for her to open the block to their entrance.
She grasped one handle and tugged it open. It moved swiftly on it's hinges to reveal a gorgeous room, decorated in blue velvet, pearls and silver. Hermione noted that all her belongings were neatly placed about the room. The whole room wreaked of feminism.
She sat down on the canopy bed thoughtfully. Draco cleared his throat from his maintained position in the doorway. Hermione turned her head attentively.
"Dinner is in an hour, Hermione. You may do what you wish until then with the exception of setting the house on fire, homicide and suicide. I will answer every question you have then." With that he turned on his heel, gently closing the door behind him.
Hermione sighed. Good. Maybe with a few answers she could figure this mess out. She decided she wanted to explore. She rose off the impeccable bed and opened her door softly. She slid out of her room and decided she'd look for a library.
She looked down the corridor to see the setting sun. Where had the day gone? She looked down at her attire and decided to change. She turned back to her room and replaced her previous dress with a silver silk evening gown. Not that she wanted to look good for Draco, the house was just very formal.
She strolled down the corridors, marveling at the many tapestries, vases and artifacts. She decided she should probably began her journey for the dining hall seeming as how she had only fifteen minutes until she was expected. She pivoted to go back and the realization that she was lost slammed into her.
Oh this was perfect. She was lost in Malfoy manor in a gown. She heard someone clear their throat to her right. She turned to address the person. It was a male servant.
She smiled at him kindly "Excuse me could you show me to where ever it is Mr. Malfoy eats?"
The servant nodded "Of course." He took her arm by the elbow and steered her down a flight of steps.
She cringed uncontrollably. This person's touch repulsed her. It wasn't Draco's. The thought flew through her mind before she could stop it. Why did she care? But in her brain she couldn't stop comparing this strangers grip with Draco's. Draco? Malfoy.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore and she began to grimace "Would you please not touch me?" She asked quickly.
The servant looked at her quizzically but released her. Her relief was a physical thing as it swamped her. They arrived at the banquet hall, which boasted a gigantic fireplace and a lengthy polished oak table.
Draco was standing in front of the flickering flames, supporting his weight with one hand positioned on the mantle above the hearth. The light of the flames reflected in his metallic eyes.
Suddenly his gaze jumped from the fire to Hermione. He smiled slowly. "Hello Hermione." His voice was soft velvet "Please, sit down." He gestured towards a red velvet chair at one end of the table. The servant scurried away as Draco took his position at the opposite end of the table. "You said you could answer all my questions." Hermione reminded him as a turkey appeared out of thin air.
"And I can, so ask." He invited cutting a piece of turkey for her before slicing one for himself.
"Okay, first of all, what the hell did you do to me last night?"
His lips curled "Other than steal your virginity, nothing."
She glowered at him "There is no where in the history of man kind's reproduction green, slimy liquid." She pointed out haughtily.
He chuckled "So, you really want to know what the limehirf was."
"Limehirf? What is limehirf?"
"It's part of the ritual that binds us."
"Whoa, stop there, back up, ritual?"
"Yes, ritual. You see I consulted my father's oracle several years ago and it told me that the one true woman I was to mate with was you."
"Hold on, mate with? You are human aren't you?"
His smile widened "I think we'll leave that to your own judgment. Either way, I must bind myself to the correct woman and the oracle said it was you. Once the ritual is complete you and I are irreversibly bound. You will no longer find pleasure in any other man but me and the same applies to myself."
"Okay so what. I'm just supposed to give up my life?"
"No, your life will be the same, the only difference is that it will include me."
"And what's with the love and baby?" She questioned irritably, clearly she didn't find these nicknames appealing.
"Well until last night I hated you, but the ritual has caused me a great deal of affection for you." He admitted happily.
"What about your father?"
Draco shrugged "I killed him."
"What?!" "When I told him what the oracle said he said he would rather have a dead son than a son connected to a muggle born. I had to kill him before he had the chance to kill me." He explained quietly.
Hermione shook her head in an attempt to clarify the madness swirling with in. "Now what's limehirf?"
"It is a concocted substance of my people. Once placed on both bodies during their joining it seals the bond."
Hermione nodded, understanding. "Okay, so let me get this straight, you and I are bound, I can't touch other men without feeling repulsion and we're mates?"
Draco nodded "Pretty much."
Hermione burst out laughing. Her slight frame rippled with mirth, causing her to fall to the floor.
Draco raised his eyebrows, stood and walked over to Hermione's squirming frame. "And just what is so funny?"
"This whole thing." She gasped "I mean seriously limehirf? Come on, it was probably lime detergent."
He looked down at her silver form and shook his head "You've gone insane. I knew it would happen someday. What I speak is fact love and you know it."
She finally reigned her laughter, took a deep breath and allowed Draco to help her up. "I know. I just can't help thinking this is all a whacked out dream like my last one." She then turned her suspicious eyes on Draco. "By the way, how'd you know about my dream?"
He shrugged "I sent it to you." He stated frankly "to prepare you for last night."
Hermione nodded. Suddenly the person of Ron Weasley burst into the dining hall "Malfoy! What the hell have you done?"
Alright, there's an explanation, happy now? Keep sending reviews! Bye!