Sorry about the delay in posting. A couple of things happened. One: My
grandmother passesd away and I sat shiva with my mother and two: I started
writing this part and came up with "Touch Of Darkness"... dunno how...
You're a t00b if you think I own Harry and the gang (I wish I did though...
I'd have a car then..)
Don't own "I Surrender" either, Celine Dion does...
Damn the only thing I own is the plot and there's not much of THAT.
Ooo... and on a side note, I'm now Draco's Official Anatomy Tutor on both the S.S. Leather & Libraries and the S.S. Fire & Ice... go me! I'm also the founding member of the S.S. Deluded Fantasies (that's the Me/Draco SHIP).
This is for Tony who thinks he hates Draco when in actuality he's just jealous of Draco's hotness.
When I watch you look at me
I think I could find the will
To stand for every dream
And give up this fear within Of what would happen
If they ever knew
I'm in love with you
***
Draco sat at the Slytherin table, watching, as he had for months now, Hermione, across the room at the Gryffindor table. But today, and all the other days since Ron and Harry had found out about them, was different.
This was the fourth week that Hermione had been ostracized. In the beginning, rumours had circulated, enhanced by the fact that Ron was sitting as far away from Hermione as he possibly could, and Pavarti and Lavander had spent several days sitting with Hermione, and prying for details.
Hermione, to her credit, didn't breathe one word.
After three days of fruitless questioning they had given up. Now, Harry split his time between friends, spending every other day sitting with Hermione.
Today, Hermione was sitting alone, at the end of the table, about three feet from the nearest Gryffindor, head buried in a thick book. And today, as Draco sat watching Hermione, alone, at the Gryffindor table, with only her books, he was overcome with the desire to do something about her sadness.
So overcome, in fact, that he didn't notice the owls bearing his mail come swooping down. He had cornered a young Muggle a few weeks earlier and demanded she take out a subscription in his name to several Muggle parenting magazines - claiming they were for a Muggle Studies project.
Suddenly, Draco knew he had to act. He stood and both Crabbe and Goyle, who had been trained, from an early age, to keep him from doing anything stupid, stood with him. That paused him breifly, but he nodded towards the table and they sat again, watching him concernedly with their stupid eyes.
Reaching down to grasp the pile of magazines, he strode across the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table, dumped the lot of them next to Hermione's books and sat across from her, very much aware that the majority of the Hall was watching them, mouths agape.
Draco leaned across the table, smiling. "What are you doing? Something sexy?"
If Hermione was surprised, she hid it well, merely raising an eyebrow at him before returning to her books. "Homework."
Draco frowned momentarily. "That's not sexy. Oo. Unless it's naked homework." he eyed her appraisingly. "Is it?"
She looked at him. "No."
"Damn." he reached down and, picking up a copy of "Mother & Child", nonchalantly flipped through it.
*THAT* surprised her. "Draco?" she reached a finger out and pushed down the magazine. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" he feigned incomprehension. "I'm sitting with my girlfriend."
"Your who?"
"My girlfriend." he reached across the table and touched her arm. "Were you not informed?"
"Draco - " she started, as Ron strode angrily up to Draco, followed closely by Harry.
"What are you playing at?" Ron poked Draco in the arm.
Draco raised an imperious eyebrow. "I fail to see what it has to do with you."
Hermione had long ago learned to gauge Ron's emotions by the colour of his skin and he was fast approaching the "Thank-God-he's-not-Carrie- because-the-castle-would-be-on-fire-now" hue. Hermione inanely wondered what would happen if she approached Crayola with the colour name.
"Hermione is my friend." Ron spat.
"Your friend?" Draco's eyes flashed dangerously. "Do you routinely abandon your friends when they need you most?" he rose and started Ron in the eye, even though Ron was several inches taller than him. "Do you always turn all of their friends against them?"
Ron opened and closed his mouth several times. "I didn't... she..."
"Ron," Hermione said tiredly. "Just leave me alone. Leave *US* alone."
Draco grinned spitefully. "You heard her. Goodbye, Weasley." he turned to sit and so didn't see Ron's fist shooting towards his eye, didn't have time to duck and caught the full brunt of it. Instantly he was on his feet and had landed a right hook to Ron's jaw before Hermione had a chance to cry out.
"Ron!" Harry made to pull Ron away, but Ron jabbed an elbow into his gut and he staggered backwards, winded.
Hermione, as well as the rest of the Great Hall, had leapt up. "Draco, no!"
Ron swung at Draco, who had half-turned to face Hermione, and missed but his fist, and by default the rest of him, continued past Draco. Ron windmilled his arms to keep from falling and swung his hip, hard, into Draco in a distinctly girly fashion.
Draco grunted and slammed his fist into Ron's stomach, doubling the redhead over.
"Ron! Stop!" Hermione had shoved her way through the crowd to the side of the two boys. Ron, not seeing her, straightening up, shot his fist out. Draco dodged and shoved at Hermione, but she wasn't quick enough. To everyone's horror, Ron's fist hit Hermione with all the force of his pent- up anger and jealousy, breaking her nose.
There was a moment of shocked silence, in which the students towards the outside of the crowd tried to shove closer and the professors were heard attempting to push through to the fighting boys.
Draco snapped. Pushing Hermione gently into Harry's arms, he knocked Ron flat on his arse, leapt ontop of him and started pummeling. Harry, supporting Hermione, whose nose was dripping blood all over his school shirt, could do nothing to tear them apart. In the end, it took Hagrid to pull Draco off of Ron.
Hermione was sent to the hospital wing with Hagrid who, misreading the situation, now was ready to rip Draco limb from limb.
Ron and Draco were sent to Dumbledore's office, along with Harry, who thought it was massively unfair as he had barely even said a word, let alone thrown a punch. ~*~*~*~
Draco and Ron sat on opposite sides on Dumbledore's office, Harry between them, ready to kill both of them.
In the past quarter of an hour that they had been waiting for Dumbledore, Harry had broken up no less than five fights.
Currently, Ron was whinging at Harry, trying to get him to take his side over Draco's.
"Ron," Harry said, dangerously, pressing a hand to his forehead in a fruitless attempt to quel the massive headache he felt brewing behind his eyes. "Shut. Up."
"Harry - "
But Harry had had enough. If Hermione was happy who was Ron to not only not accept it, but to try and break it up? "Shut up, you stupid git!" He shot out of his chair and towered menacingly over Ron. Even Draco looked mildly perturbed. "You started with Malfoy. You hit Hermione. You're the stupid jealous pillock who couldn't get it together enough to tell her how you felt until she was happy with someone else. And now you're the smegging arsehole who's trying to ruin her happiness! So dry up and stop looking for pity! You had your chance and you ruined it. Live with it or don't but STOP TRYING TO MAKE HERMIONE UNHAPPY." Harry, suddenly aware of what he'd said, opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to think of a way to take it back, then sighed heavily and turned away from Ron.
"Harry - " Ron started, but this time he was interrupted by a soft voice at the door.
"Ah, well, this clears up some of the mystery." Dumbledore strode into his office and settled himself behind his desk. Harry sank into his chair and both Ron and Draco straightened, trying to make themselves more respectable. Dumbledore tented his fingers beneath his chair. "Perhaps you'd like to clear up the rest?"
There was a pause as the three tried to decide how much to tell the headmaster.
"Draco's dating Hermione!" Ron finally blurted out.
Dumbledore peered in the direction of Draco who nodded his consent. "Yes. I am." he said softly.
"And what does this have to do with today's altercation?" Dumbledore swiveled his head to face Ron. "Judging from Harry's outburst," Harry coloured and looked away from Dumbledore. "Hermione is happy with Draco. What's the problem?"
Judging by the emotion's passing across Ron's face, he was having one hell of a fight with himself. "Hermione's pregnant." he eventually spat.
Something like surprise passed very briefly across Dumbledore's face. "Oh dear."
Don't own "I Surrender" either, Celine Dion does...
Damn the only thing I own is the plot and there's not much of THAT.
Ooo... and on a side note, I'm now Draco's Official Anatomy Tutor on both the S.S. Leather & Libraries and the S.S. Fire & Ice... go me! I'm also the founding member of the S.S. Deluded Fantasies (that's the Me/Draco SHIP).
This is for Tony who thinks he hates Draco when in actuality he's just jealous of Draco's hotness.
When I watch you look at me
I think I could find the will
To stand for every dream
And give up this fear within Of what would happen
If they ever knew
I'm in love with you
***
Draco sat at the Slytherin table, watching, as he had for months now, Hermione, across the room at the Gryffindor table. But today, and all the other days since Ron and Harry had found out about them, was different.
This was the fourth week that Hermione had been ostracized. In the beginning, rumours had circulated, enhanced by the fact that Ron was sitting as far away from Hermione as he possibly could, and Pavarti and Lavander had spent several days sitting with Hermione, and prying for details.
Hermione, to her credit, didn't breathe one word.
After three days of fruitless questioning they had given up. Now, Harry split his time between friends, spending every other day sitting with Hermione.
Today, Hermione was sitting alone, at the end of the table, about three feet from the nearest Gryffindor, head buried in a thick book. And today, as Draco sat watching Hermione, alone, at the Gryffindor table, with only her books, he was overcome with the desire to do something about her sadness.
So overcome, in fact, that he didn't notice the owls bearing his mail come swooping down. He had cornered a young Muggle a few weeks earlier and demanded she take out a subscription in his name to several Muggle parenting magazines - claiming they were for a Muggle Studies project.
Suddenly, Draco knew he had to act. He stood and both Crabbe and Goyle, who had been trained, from an early age, to keep him from doing anything stupid, stood with him. That paused him breifly, but he nodded towards the table and they sat again, watching him concernedly with their stupid eyes.
Reaching down to grasp the pile of magazines, he strode across the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table, dumped the lot of them next to Hermione's books and sat across from her, very much aware that the majority of the Hall was watching them, mouths agape.
Draco leaned across the table, smiling. "What are you doing? Something sexy?"
If Hermione was surprised, she hid it well, merely raising an eyebrow at him before returning to her books. "Homework."
Draco frowned momentarily. "That's not sexy. Oo. Unless it's naked homework." he eyed her appraisingly. "Is it?"
She looked at him. "No."
"Damn." he reached down and, picking up a copy of "Mother & Child", nonchalantly flipped through it.
*THAT* surprised her. "Draco?" she reached a finger out and pushed down the magazine. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" he feigned incomprehension. "I'm sitting with my girlfriend."
"Your who?"
"My girlfriend." he reached across the table and touched her arm. "Were you not informed?"
"Draco - " she started, as Ron strode angrily up to Draco, followed closely by Harry.
"What are you playing at?" Ron poked Draco in the arm.
Draco raised an imperious eyebrow. "I fail to see what it has to do with you."
Hermione had long ago learned to gauge Ron's emotions by the colour of his skin and he was fast approaching the "Thank-God-he's-not-Carrie- because-the-castle-would-be-on-fire-now" hue. Hermione inanely wondered what would happen if she approached Crayola with the colour name.
"Hermione is my friend." Ron spat.
"Your friend?" Draco's eyes flashed dangerously. "Do you routinely abandon your friends when they need you most?" he rose and started Ron in the eye, even though Ron was several inches taller than him. "Do you always turn all of their friends against them?"
Ron opened and closed his mouth several times. "I didn't... she..."
"Ron," Hermione said tiredly. "Just leave me alone. Leave *US* alone."
Draco grinned spitefully. "You heard her. Goodbye, Weasley." he turned to sit and so didn't see Ron's fist shooting towards his eye, didn't have time to duck and caught the full brunt of it. Instantly he was on his feet and had landed a right hook to Ron's jaw before Hermione had a chance to cry out.
"Ron!" Harry made to pull Ron away, but Ron jabbed an elbow into his gut and he staggered backwards, winded.
Hermione, as well as the rest of the Great Hall, had leapt up. "Draco, no!"
Ron swung at Draco, who had half-turned to face Hermione, and missed but his fist, and by default the rest of him, continued past Draco. Ron windmilled his arms to keep from falling and swung his hip, hard, into Draco in a distinctly girly fashion.
Draco grunted and slammed his fist into Ron's stomach, doubling the redhead over.
"Ron! Stop!" Hermione had shoved her way through the crowd to the side of the two boys. Ron, not seeing her, straightening up, shot his fist out. Draco dodged and shoved at Hermione, but she wasn't quick enough. To everyone's horror, Ron's fist hit Hermione with all the force of his pent- up anger and jealousy, breaking her nose.
There was a moment of shocked silence, in which the students towards the outside of the crowd tried to shove closer and the professors were heard attempting to push through to the fighting boys.
Draco snapped. Pushing Hermione gently into Harry's arms, he knocked Ron flat on his arse, leapt ontop of him and started pummeling. Harry, supporting Hermione, whose nose was dripping blood all over his school shirt, could do nothing to tear them apart. In the end, it took Hagrid to pull Draco off of Ron.
Hermione was sent to the hospital wing with Hagrid who, misreading the situation, now was ready to rip Draco limb from limb.
Ron and Draco were sent to Dumbledore's office, along with Harry, who thought it was massively unfair as he had barely even said a word, let alone thrown a punch. ~*~*~*~
Draco and Ron sat on opposite sides on Dumbledore's office, Harry between them, ready to kill both of them.
In the past quarter of an hour that they had been waiting for Dumbledore, Harry had broken up no less than five fights.
Currently, Ron was whinging at Harry, trying to get him to take his side over Draco's.
"Ron," Harry said, dangerously, pressing a hand to his forehead in a fruitless attempt to quel the massive headache he felt brewing behind his eyes. "Shut. Up."
"Harry - "
But Harry had had enough. If Hermione was happy who was Ron to not only not accept it, but to try and break it up? "Shut up, you stupid git!" He shot out of his chair and towered menacingly over Ron. Even Draco looked mildly perturbed. "You started with Malfoy. You hit Hermione. You're the stupid jealous pillock who couldn't get it together enough to tell her how you felt until she was happy with someone else. And now you're the smegging arsehole who's trying to ruin her happiness! So dry up and stop looking for pity! You had your chance and you ruined it. Live with it or don't but STOP TRYING TO MAKE HERMIONE UNHAPPY." Harry, suddenly aware of what he'd said, opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to think of a way to take it back, then sighed heavily and turned away from Ron.
"Harry - " Ron started, but this time he was interrupted by a soft voice at the door.
"Ah, well, this clears up some of the mystery." Dumbledore strode into his office and settled himself behind his desk. Harry sank into his chair and both Ron and Draco straightened, trying to make themselves more respectable. Dumbledore tented his fingers beneath his chair. "Perhaps you'd like to clear up the rest?"
There was a pause as the three tried to decide how much to tell the headmaster.
"Draco's dating Hermione!" Ron finally blurted out.
Dumbledore peered in the direction of Draco who nodded his consent. "Yes. I am." he said softly.
"And what does this have to do with today's altercation?" Dumbledore swiveled his head to face Ron. "Judging from Harry's outburst," Harry coloured and looked away from Dumbledore. "Hermione is happy with Draco. What's the problem?"
Judging by the emotion's passing across Ron's face, he was having one hell of a fight with himself. "Hermione's pregnant." he eventually spat.
Something like surprise passed very briefly across Dumbledore's face. "Oh dear."
