Note: This chapter is for all those that requested fluff… Kate, Venus Aeternus… Avapouhi Yes, I didn't notice I had only put their last names. I got distracted, but I did change it. Sorry to those who noticed that. JoeBob1379 the curse is here and you will find out about the picture later… It will all come together. And to everyone else… Enjoy the chapter…
Chapter nineteen:
Trust
Trust... when you betray it your whole world can come crashing down, along with what you once had with someone, and when it does, all you want is to get it back
The dim lighting revealed little in the dark recesses of the hallway. It seemed that the hallway was shrouded in mystery, covered in darkness. The torches flickered and the shadows on the wall appeared to dance in some strange rhythmic beat. The moonlight streamed through the arched windows, leaving rivers of the cold light spilled like silver liquid across the stony floor.
Her footsteps echoed down the long, narrow hall. Not a soul roamed the corridor and Hermione was left to herself. She moved silent and swiftly to reach her destination without waking any of the professors. Before long, the door was in her sight. She reached out, clasping the frigid metal. She twisted the door handle, pushing it open slightly.
The room was no brighter than the hallway that she had come out of. The fire that rested in the hearth was the only light in the room. A lone figure leaned over the fire. Folded arms rested on the wall above the fireplace, upon which his forehead was placed.
"Draco…?" Hermione's voice questioned uncertainly.
The figure turned around with a sweep of his cloak. Shadows covered most of his face, but his patrician cheekbones and silver eyes, which pierced the darkness. It was these features that distinguished him from any who might have been there. Hermione took an unsure step towards him and then more confident; she walked steadily towards him. She timidly placed her fingers on his cheek, as a child would explore a new texture. Leaning forward, she kissed him on the lips.
Both kissed with uncertainty, but with each passing moment their kisses became more wanting, needy. Each needing that little comfort that the other gave. Draco's arms snaked around her waist, pulling her towards him. His kisses trailed across her cheek, and down her neck.
Hermione opened her heavy-lidded eyes, staring into his silver ones… She moved into kiss him when the door flew open! Liam's frame stood in the door frame, his silver eyes glinting.
"Do you really think it is a Ravenclaw?" he asked as if the idea was absurd. "When you know Malfoy is holding it, hiding it, just to reel you in. You, after all, are part of the 'big' plan."
Hermione took a step back from Draco, "What do you mean?"
Liam walked forward, into the darkness and the out into the light. His face seemed t o morph... into Voldemort's. It was also Voldemort's hissing voice that spoke, "Draco is my servant…" his voice broke into a cackling laugh. Reaching forward his long fingernail traced a V into the part of her chest that her shirt revealed. "And so are you!"
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Hermione sat up in her bed, her hand jumping to her neck, fleetingly feeling around it for any mark that would scar her. There was no such mark marring her skin. She sighed… just a bad dream. Or well, not fully horrible. She sunk into her pillows, faintly remembering her mind's image of Draco… kissing her. His arm wrapped around her waist.
The rain fell softly onto the castle window. It's soft pitter patter lulling her back into a dreamy state, but she couldn't go to bed. She had to get ready. Herbology test today… Potions test today… Essay due…
And she slipped back into wonderland…
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"Hermione… wake up… Breakfast time… five minutes."
Hermione groggily opened her eyes to see a fully dressed Parvati and Lavender leaning over her. She sat up quickly, ramming heads with Lavender.
"Oh shit!" she heard Lavender exclaim, but she was into much of a hurry.
"What time is it? How much more time till breakfast? It's not passed first period is it?" She quickly swung out of the bed, muttering a quick sorry, kissed Lavender's head like you would a child and rushed to her dresser all before they had a chance to tell her she had five minutes.
"You have about five minutes till you have to be down. So, hurry up." Parvati giggled at the distresses Lavender.
"What are you laughing at?! It hurt!" Lavender stated as she gingerly rubbed her head.
Hermione rushed out of the bathroom three minutes later, dressed, make-up less and hair in a very messy pony tail. To top it off, she was having a bad hair day, so it frizzed everywhere.
"Ready to go?" Lavender questioned. She was no longer rubbing her forehead, but you could see where they collided.
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Herbology test was fine and easy… Hermione had a wonderful feeling that she passed with flying colors. It was the Potions test that she wasn't sure about. She sat strumming her quill on the table.
Snape barely glanced at her when he passed out the test.
What do you put in a potion to cure apprehension and awaken openness to new experiences?
Hermione stared at the problem then scribbled aspen into the blank. She was sure it was correct. The rest of the test was as followed. Very easy…
After it was over, Hermione noticed the bell was about to ring. It had been an easy, but long test. And just as Hermione had thought, the bell rang as if on cue.
She began to gather her things, when she felt somebody tap her shoulder. She looked up to see Draco slip on note onto her desk as he walked by. She reached for it, unfolding the piece of torn off parchment. It was a small note…
Meet me in the library… We need to talk.
Hermione knew he wasn't breaking up with her… even though that's what it sounded like, but they had never gone out. So, from then on, through the rest of her classes she wondered what he wanted to talk about. Did he know who had the necklace? Did he know who drew the picture? Or who's scarf was in the hallway?
Or who was planned to be attacked next…?
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Hermione sat alone at the table they had always met at as she waited for Draco to show. It was not long after she had sat down that he had made his appearance.
The doors breezes open and he walked in catching every eye in the room. Just like always, Draco had to have everyone's attention. Hermione noted that her dream's image of him was no where near as beautiful as the real one… especially his eyes. They just demanded attention.
A chill ran down her spine as Hermione pictured them up close, just as they were about to close… just as he was about to kiss her.
Draco sat down at the table like it was any other day.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
Hermione's hair had been frizzed all today. Tiny curls had escaped the hair bow's clasp, but for some strange reason it didn't bother him as much as it did before.
"Well, first I wanted to explain the curse I was under a few days ago. You see the Contolis curse is a curse my dad made up… hence the name. It is a more powerful version of the Imperious curse. It controls the person that it is placed upon to the point that it is… very hard to break. I think the only reason it didn't work fully on me was because I am related to him, being his son and all…"
"You don't have to explain it to me Draco. I know you didn't hurt me out of your own free will." Hermione smiled at him.
Draco opened his mouth and then shut it unsure what to say. "Never had he had a friend that didn't need an explanation. It was odd… "Oh, okay. You sure?"
"I'm positive. I trust you."
Trust? Maybe that was what the Slytherins lacked. The ability to trust. Every Slytherin he had ever known was sly and cunning, quick to trade their friends for their own needs. He had done it himself and now he was ashamed. How could this Angel… ever learn to trust him. Just a replica of the snake that had fed Eve the fruit that got her kicked out of the Garden of Eden. The pure epitome of evil… distrust, hate, lies, betrayal…
Draco nodded, "we…" he trailed of and cleared his throat to begin again. "Well, the other reason I came was to tell you that you left this on my bed and…" he placed the paper on table. It was the picture that was found at the sight of crime.
One of the students that were passing, stopped to admire the picture or so Hermione thought. She looked up to see that it was Jasper, the boy who had run into her. "Wow…" he trailed off as if at loss for words. His hand trailed up to his neck, rubbing his hem of his cloak. "That is a wonderful picture. Do you know who drew it?"
"No, we are trying to figure that out. Do you know?" Hermione began to take out a folder, placing the picture inside.
"Nope, not at all," and he walked away.
"Also, we will be moving in together this Wednesday. I told Dumbledore last Friday," Draco stood.
"Okay, sounds good." Hermione nodded, "See you around."
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It was the Saturday after Hermione moved in with Draco. She lounged on the couch in front of the fire, casually writing in her diary. The sound of the quill moving across the blank page was the only noise that could be heard in the darkness of the room.
She sat down the quill as Draco entered. He walked around the table, sitting down next to me on the couch. He placed the picture and the list on the table. The list had a few of the Slytherins marked off. I asked these people today if they had seen this picture."
Hermione leaned forward to get a good look at the list. Draco's sleeve brushed her bare elbow. "So, Pansy was clueless… as always."
"Yea, she was and so was Crabbe."
"Hmm, I see." Hermione ran a hand through her hair.
Draco glanced over at her. The fire danced off her features, obscuring yet sharpening them. There was just something about Hermione that grew on you, he decided. He could feel it. It was like a feeling deep inside him. Instead of feeling that normal empty void, there was something there. He liked this feeling better.
Hermione had been talking and he had completely missed all that she had said. She motioned towards a name on the list. He glanced at it, his shoulder brushed hers as he got closer.
"You see, I think there is a possibility that it is Liam…" She trailed off as his shoulder brushed hers. She looked over at him; silver locking with honey brown.
Draco's slowly closes as he leans forward… and they kiss…
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"Well," Chloe's was smiling from ear to ear. "I see you two finally kissed and made up. All those years of tormenting and cursing Muggle-born, who knew you would grow to love one?"
Haley smiled. The sun was just about ready to start heading down the other side of the sky. She figured it was four, five maybe. That was a long time to sit still and listen to their parent's stories. It still wasn't over, but she enjoyed them. They kept her attention. "Well, we ready to start the next chapter in life?"
It's so crazy... you walked into the room that day... just like any other day... except this time... my heart skipped a beat.. -Allison Mosher
The kiss is the
Passionate desire
Of one soul
To cling to another.
At the break of each and every kiss
The soul plants an eternal
Essence of that person deep within
The memory of your heart. And
You possess a tiny part of
That persons soul...forever.
~ (Unknown)
We both stopped talking. Part of his sleeve was touching my arm. I don't know if he knew. Then everything started to seem perfect for some reason. The feel of his shirt against my elbow, the fact that I still had an elbow. It was the perfect moment for him to kiss me, to anything me. -My So Called Life
Note: Well, here it was… Did everyone like it? I'm sorry if you didn't. But everyone wanted romance. Heck, I felt the need for some. So, I did what I wanted. I had three quotes today…
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