Title: The Day The Stars Fell
Author: Midnight_Dragons
Pairings:
Draco/Hermione
Year: 6th
Rating: PG-13, R for later chapters
A/N: Hey everyone!! After reading the reviews, I was amazed. I mean, WOW, quoting Katya-Urban. Thank you, everyone for reviewing and true to my word, with or without the reviews, here is chapter 5 of The Day The Stars Fell.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Thank yous: Crystalline Lily, PsYcHoJo x2, my immortal x2, my precious, Katya-Urban, Kelly, LP Draconis, chocolate malfoy, and Weasleychic x2.
Question: Hey, do you think that I should answer your questions that you leave on the reviews?
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Chapter 5
Meeting You For Once
Part 1
It seemed that two weeks went by in an hour. Suns and moons rose and fell with the arrival of the new days. Today was the day of the day of the welcoming ball. All the girls were running around in chaos, worried about what they were going to wear, their make-up, or how their date was going to look. They boys, on the other hand, were completely laid-back. Some sat around chessboards, some played exploding snap, while others did their homework in the wee corners of the common room or in the sanctuary of their dormitories.
In the prefect common room, all was calm. Infact, not one sound was heard expect the gentle cracking of the fire that was burning out. Hermione sat on a couch, knees to her chest, having a make-way shelf to lay on. She sat in complete silence, just staring deeply into the entrancing flames that dances upon the logs, their homes. With a wave of her hand, the fire went out instantly. Hermione rolled over on the couch to face the back, but just then, there was a soft knock heard on the portrait hole door. Hermione sighed, waved the fire back, and pulled herself from the semi-comfortable couch. She opened the door, revealing a short chubby man with a top hat and coat. Each were a attrious color of dark brownish-maroon. He had a pug face with little pudgy fingers that held an envelope in them. A mustache grew from below his pointed nose in the color of black. The man had small, dim yellow-orange colored eyes that held no life at all.
"Beg your pardon, but does a certain Draco Malfoy reside her," came the heavy German accent from a man that the voice didn't really fit.
"Yes he does. Should I get him for you," Hermione asked politely.
"No, no. Please, just give him this letter. It is very important, young lady. Don't loose it," the man said, intently focusing on Hermione's eyes.
"Alright. If that is it, then good day," Hermione said, closing the portrait door and turning around. Very important. Well then, must make sure that the master receives such a letter as this, Hermione thought, as she started to walk up the staircase to the floor where Draco stayed for most of his days. Hermione approached the fire encrusted door and knocked lightly. There was no answer, she knocked again. Repeatedly, no answer. Hermione groaned and pushed open the door. There on the ground in front of his bed, lay Draco on his stomach, books strewn in front of him and a muggle CD played by his side. Hermione walked over to him.
"Malfoy," she said in his ear. Draco jumped and turned toward Hermione. He pulled the headphones off of his head and propped himself up on the bed frame.
"What, Granger," Draco said as if he hadn't a care in the world and believe there were to many things to care about in the world as to not care about one.
"Someone dropped this off," Hermione replied, quietly handing him the letter, then getting up and leaving.
Hermione walked back to her room and shut the door. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the spigot in the bathtub. She let the water fill to the top as she sat on the side, swirling her hand in the water. Hermione poured a potion into the water. It was essence of night jasmine and waterlily. Hermione stripped down and stepped into the bathtub. She sat down and lay her head back. She closed her eyes and just took in the serenity of the environment. The dance was in hour and a half, so Hermione just lay there for about an hour of it. Hermione dunked her head under the water, so her whole body was submerged. She came back up and stepped out of the bathtub. Hermione was completely ready for the dance. Being a water fairy did have its advantages. She walked out of the room and out down the stairs to the common room. When she hit the bottom of the stairs, Draco's mouth dropped down to the ground.
Hermione was dressed in a long midnight blue dress that went past her ankles. The dress seemed to cascade over her figure like a waterfall. Her beautiful brown hair was in a bun atop her head with ringlets hanging out of it and two rings that framed her face. Her face, that was a whole different story. Her almond colored eyes were now hazel, the real color. She had on a bluish-silver eye shadow on with a peach colored lipstick. As she walked to Draco, she seemed to float to him. Hermione stopped in front of him.
"Come on, Malfoy. Time to face the music," Hermione said, smiling revealing pearl white teeth.
"Yeah, yeah," Draco whispered, letting Hermione walk in front of him and out the portrait hole. As he was walking out the portrait hole, he thought he heard someone say, watch over her, but then brushed it off knowing that no one was behind him.
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The two prefects entered the Great Hall and were simply in awe. The ball was a darkness and light theme. The small round tables scattering the room were in the colors of black and blue with the seats being white. There was a dance floor in the middle of the hall with a wizard band playing on the stage, surprisingly being Linkin Park. The head table was off by the wall, were sat all the teachers and Professor Dumbledore. From the middle of the ceiling hung the moon and the sun, colliding with eachother. Stars were seen surrounding the moon and the sun.
Hermione left Draco's side and walked over to her Gryffindor friends, who soon left her side, leaving Hermione to sit at a table by herself. Draco, on the other hand stood quietly with a group of Slytherin's, mostly girls swooning over him. His gray eyes scanned the room until they came across a lonely angel. He smiled and turned to the girls and dismissed them. Draco gained the courage and walked over to Hermione. She looked up at him with confused eyes.
"Granger, wanna dance," he asked, extending his hand. Hermione looked up at him, then to the dance floor, and then to the place behind him and then back to his face. She looked at it, trying to find something that she would never find, for what he was asking was not a joke, not a cruel trick, but the truth. Draco Malfoy, pure-blood, truly wanted to dance with the mudblood, Hermione Granger. She took his hand and he lead her out onto the dance floor just as a loud song came on. Hermione smiled for she knew the song and started to mouth the words.
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
There's a place so dark you can't see
the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping acidic questions
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust
A spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Moving all around
Screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
Floats on down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
In the memory
you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I'm telling you that
I see it right through you
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
Until the sun rises up
The song ended and everyone started to clap. Hermione was out of breath and walked away to get something to drink. As she was getting the punch, Draco walked over to her. He just stood there until she finished the punch and then took her hand and lead her from the room. Draco took Hermione outside and took the lake. They sat down on a rock that jutted out over the lake. There was silence for the first few minutes before someone finally said something.
"Draco," Hermione said, cocking her head in Draco's direction.
"Hmm...," was all he muttered, as if he was lost in thought.
"Why did you dance with me," the girl asked, tediously.
"You looked so alone," Draco replied looking over at her finally and smiling.
"Oh, thank you. Thank you for that," Hermione said, smiling into the lake.
"No problem," Draco said, "Let's go inside."
"Okay," Hermione said, getting up with Draco's help. As she was turning around, Draco picked her up by her waist and threw her over the rock into the lake. Draco heard her screaming no, but he didn't listen, he just watched. Watched to see what would happen to Hermione. See if the letter was right, if this girl wasn't who she said she was. If Hermione Granger was Hermione Amaya Maribelle, daughter of Asis Remayne Maribelle, the queen of elements.
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A/N: OHH!!! Cliffhanger...Sorry that I had to do that to you, but that is why there is part 2. YAY!! See, I am not that harsh to you guys. Anyways, thank you again for the reviews. That was very nice and I will start to write part 2...right now. Alright, till then, bye.
Midnight_Dragons
