A/N: humph, fanfic had to make me put up two chapters before I could put
something up, so I couldn't leave it at a cliffie!! *evil smirk disappears
into a pout* ah wells, here come the SECOND chappie!
Last chappie: draco and a mysterious girl's *cough* static.*cough* skate is interrupted by being squished by a deadfall, and their rescuers are fighting with them.got it? If not, READ LAST CHAPPIE!!! : ).lol
PPS! I just thought of a way to end it at a cliffie! Alright, so the last chappie was in draco's view, right? This one is not.
ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE!!! (just because I feel like annoying you guys.) ( THX to MA first 4 reviewers!!! :D Icicle, Hermione18, roary14, and Draco Lover!!! :DDDDDD
Light of Darkness
Hermione tucked a stray curl of shiny brown hair between her teeth, and strted chewing on it. She was sitting on her bed, legs crossed. On one lap was a heavy (and thick) *open* textbook. Her eyes scanned the words again, but they seemed just a bunch o f gibberish to her.
She frowned, and stared at nothing for a while, just contemplating her problems. Crookshanks, her cat, suddenly leapt on her lap, shaking her out of her thoughts. Frowning, the girl tried to focus her attention on her textbook again.
A shattering sound echoed from the living room below. Hermione flinched. They were at it again. Fighting. Hermione closed her book, and placed it gently on her bedside table. She buried herself deeper into a pile of blankets, and bit her lip.
Another shattering sound. The girl closed her eyes, and covered her ears with a pillow, trying not to let her tears fall. The shouting grew louder, and suddenly, there was a loud smack. Hermione's eyes flew open, and, discarding her blankets, she raced down the stairs.
"Stop it!" she yelled, running in between her parents. "Just stop it!" Her mother had a hand to her cheek, and her father's eyes were filled with anger...and. Hermione took a step back. They were filled with hatred.
A ferocious hatred, that seemed to claw at her senses. This was not her dad, was it? Hermione took another step back, as her father turned to face her. And for the first time ever, he sneered. Hermione was reminded of Lucius, the cold-hearted Death eater.
Suddenly her dad's dark brown eyes melted, and Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"I'm sorry." He said sincerely, guiltily avoiding his daughter's gaze. "I'm sorry." This time Mr. Granger cast his eyes on his wife. "Please forgive me, Katrina." Her father's dark black hair fell about his face, as he gazed up as his brunette wife.
Hermione took this time to leave, and headed back up to her room, where her textbook lay in wait for her. She sat on her bed, trying to concentrate. If she could only lose herself in her book, then she would forget all her problems.
~*~
Hermione woke up with a start, her textbook open on top of her face. She lay in her bed for a moment, enjoying the warmth around her. Suddenly seized by some desire, she disentangled herself from her blankets. A large, cheery fire crackled eagerly in her room, and Hermione smiled for a moment.
Spotting them in the corner of the room, Hermione grabbed them. In her other hand, she found her Nimbus2000 broom. She flung on her dark green cloak, lightly slipping the hood over her brown tendrils of hair.
Sliding the laces onto her handle, Hermione jumped out her window. Dipping dangerously for a moment, Hermione clung onto her broom for dear life. She wasn't a natural flyer, like Harry or..Draco..
Now why did she think about him? She had other problems. Like your parents, a small voice in the back of her mind told her. Hermione grimaced, and tried to shake them out of her head. She looked around her, she was probably almost there...
The glittering moonlit lake lay in front of her, in all its grandeur. The glowing shafts of moonlight made the lake a dazzling gem. A frosted forest surrounded it, adding to the fairy tale feeling.
A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and Hermione suddenly started to dive on her broom. The wind whistled past her ears, and one foot from the ground, she pulled up on her broom, and stopped it.
Grabbing her skates (A/N: for those who didn't catch it, she grabbed that and put it on her broom.( erk..on with the story!!) Hermione's skilled hands quickly finished tying them on. Hermione had always loved skating, and her graceful body slid across the ice. She added some twirls now and then, smiling in the midnight air.
Hermione noticed a figure on the frozen shore. He had just flown down on his own broom, and in Hermione did not find anything peculiar about it, in her dazed state. She gazed quietly at the wizard, her warm brown eyes meeting mysterious gray ones.
She felt like she had known him forever, and slid silently to a stop, gazing across the sparkling lake, as the boy closed the distance between them. He held out a hand.
"May I?" His voice was deep, tenorous. Hermione caught her breath, a dark hood hid everything but his eyes, but she felt like she had known this boy all her life. She grinned, crinkling her eyes.
"Of course," she answered succinctly. The girl didn't need words, nor the boy. It was a comfortable, enigmatic silence that enveloped the empty glade. A peaceful silence. Hermione's cares melted away from her consciousness, and all her attention was focused on the mysterious boy skating with her.
He suddenly picked her up, and twirled her in the air. Hermione let out a tinkling laugh. She could tell he was amused also; his eyes were sparkling. She and the boy started to absorb themselves in intricate dance steps.
There was nobody in the world, but her, the boy, and the chilling evening breeze dancing above the lake.
Suddenly the boy fell hard onto his knee. Hermione skated up to him, worry creasing her brow. This boy somehow meant something to her. She didn't want him hurt. He looked up at her, for a moment, gray eyes unguarded.
Hermione had to tell herself to swallow, as an unfamiliar feeling surged up in her. She had an eerie sense of déjà vu.
"Are you okay?" she asked him, extending her hand to help him up.
His eyes hardened like agates. Hermione was almost thankful. She wasn't sure how long she could've taken the overwhelming feeling anymore.
"I'm fine." He blew her off, trying to stand up on his own. Then he promptly fell down again. Hermione could hear him hiss in pain. The wind took that moment to pick up, and it pierced through Hermione's cloak. She ignored her shivering, focusing her attention on the boy in front of her. She knelt down to him.
"Here. Ameliorate." She touched the tip of her wand lightly to his knee, and stared into his gray eyes, which now held veiled surprise. Hermione grinned slightly.
"You're a witch," he breathed into the air. Hermione nodded, and the two teenagers just stared into eachother's eyes for a moment.
A loud creaking started echoeing through the glade. Hermione darted her gaze around the lake. She had heard that noise before somewhere. Her gaze fell onto an old tree. In slow motion, the trunk snapped, and started falling towards them.
"Ah! Look out!" Hermione yelled. They had to get out of the lake. If the tree fell on the lake, the ice would break, and they would be dead or frozen to death underneath the water.
She grabbed the boy's hand, and started skating as fast as she could toward the shore, not noticing the old deadfall angling toward their direction.
Hermione was crushed. Her lips were numb, and she could feel a warm trickle of blood dripping over her eyes. Breathing became an issue. Her lungs ached for air.
"Help." She tried one last time. She started to lose consciousness.
To her gratification, the trunk was being lifted. Hermione felt herself get dragged out from underneath the tree. She could've kissed her rescuers.
The girl forced her eyes to open, and suddenly heard muffled grunts of pain from the boy. Her eyes grew wider, snapping open. Then her whole body blossomed in pain.
AN: heehee, what happens next!! Until next time!!
(must pig out on pomegranate) :D
Last chappie: draco and a mysterious girl's *cough* static.*cough* skate is interrupted by being squished by a deadfall, and their rescuers are fighting with them.got it? If not, READ LAST CHAPPIE!!! : ).lol
PPS! I just thought of a way to end it at a cliffie! Alright, so the last chappie was in draco's view, right? This one is not.
ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE!!! (just because I feel like annoying you guys.) ( THX to MA first 4 reviewers!!! :D Icicle, Hermione18, roary14, and Draco Lover!!! :DDDDDD
Light of Darkness
Hermione tucked a stray curl of shiny brown hair between her teeth, and strted chewing on it. She was sitting on her bed, legs crossed. On one lap was a heavy (and thick) *open* textbook. Her eyes scanned the words again, but they seemed just a bunch o f gibberish to her.
She frowned, and stared at nothing for a while, just contemplating her problems. Crookshanks, her cat, suddenly leapt on her lap, shaking her out of her thoughts. Frowning, the girl tried to focus her attention on her textbook again.
A shattering sound echoed from the living room below. Hermione flinched. They were at it again. Fighting. Hermione closed her book, and placed it gently on her bedside table. She buried herself deeper into a pile of blankets, and bit her lip.
Another shattering sound. The girl closed her eyes, and covered her ears with a pillow, trying not to let her tears fall. The shouting grew louder, and suddenly, there was a loud smack. Hermione's eyes flew open, and, discarding her blankets, she raced down the stairs.
"Stop it!" she yelled, running in between her parents. "Just stop it!" Her mother had a hand to her cheek, and her father's eyes were filled with anger...and. Hermione took a step back. They were filled with hatred.
A ferocious hatred, that seemed to claw at her senses. This was not her dad, was it? Hermione took another step back, as her father turned to face her. And for the first time ever, he sneered. Hermione was reminded of Lucius, the cold-hearted Death eater.
Suddenly her dad's dark brown eyes melted, and Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"I'm sorry." He said sincerely, guiltily avoiding his daughter's gaze. "I'm sorry." This time Mr. Granger cast his eyes on his wife. "Please forgive me, Katrina." Her father's dark black hair fell about his face, as he gazed up as his brunette wife.
Hermione took this time to leave, and headed back up to her room, where her textbook lay in wait for her. She sat on her bed, trying to concentrate. If she could only lose herself in her book, then she would forget all her problems.
~*~
Hermione woke up with a start, her textbook open on top of her face. She lay in her bed for a moment, enjoying the warmth around her. Suddenly seized by some desire, she disentangled herself from her blankets. A large, cheery fire crackled eagerly in her room, and Hermione smiled for a moment.
Spotting them in the corner of the room, Hermione grabbed them. In her other hand, she found her Nimbus2000 broom. She flung on her dark green cloak, lightly slipping the hood over her brown tendrils of hair.
Sliding the laces onto her handle, Hermione jumped out her window. Dipping dangerously for a moment, Hermione clung onto her broom for dear life. She wasn't a natural flyer, like Harry or..Draco..
Now why did she think about him? She had other problems. Like your parents, a small voice in the back of her mind told her. Hermione grimaced, and tried to shake them out of her head. She looked around her, she was probably almost there...
The glittering moonlit lake lay in front of her, in all its grandeur. The glowing shafts of moonlight made the lake a dazzling gem. A frosted forest surrounded it, adding to the fairy tale feeling.
A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and Hermione suddenly started to dive on her broom. The wind whistled past her ears, and one foot from the ground, she pulled up on her broom, and stopped it.
Grabbing her skates (A/N: for those who didn't catch it, she grabbed that and put it on her broom.( erk..on with the story!!) Hermione's skilled hands quickly finished tying them on. Hermione had always loved skating, and her graceful body slid across the ice. She added some twirls now and then, smiling in the midnight air.
Hermione noticed a figure on the frozen shore. He had just flown down on his own broom, and in Hermione did not find anything peculiar about it, in her dazed state. She gazed quietly at the wizard, her warm brown eyes meeting mysterious gray ones.
She felt like she had known him forever, and slid silently to a stop, gazing across the sparkling lake, as the boy closed the distance between them. He held out a hand.
"May I?" His voice was deep, tenorous. Hermione caught her breath, a dark hood hid everything but his eyes, but she felt like she had known this boy all her life. She grinned, crinkling her eyes.
"Of course," she answered succinctly. The girl didn't need words, nor the boy. It was a comfortable, enigmatic silence that enveloped the empty glade. A peaceful silence. Hermione's cares melted away from her consciousness, and all her attention was focused on the mysterious boy skating with her.
He suddenly picked her up, and twirled her in the air. Hermione let out a tinkling laugh. She could tell he was amused also; his eyes were sparkling. She and the boy started to absorb themselves in intricate dance steps.
There was nobody in the world, but her, the boy, and the chilling evening breeze dancing above the lake.
Suddenly the boy fell hard onto his knee. Hermione skated up to him, worry creasing her brow. This boy somehow meant something to her. She didn't want him hurt. He looked up at her, for a moment, gray eyes unguarded.
Hermione had to tell herself to swallow, as an unfamiliar feeling surged up in her. She had an eerie sense of déjà vu.
"Are you okay?" she asked him, extending her hand to help him up.
His eyes hardened like agates. Hermione was almost thankful. She wasn't sure how long she could've taken the overwhelming feeling anymore.
"I'm fine." He blew her off, trying to stand up on his own. Then he promptly fell down again. Hermione could hear him hiss in pain. The wind took that moment to pick up, and it pierced through Hermione's cloak. She ignored her shivering, focusing her attention on the boy in front of her. She knelt down to him.
"Here. Ameliorate." She touched the tip of her wand lightly to his knee, and stared into his gray eyes, which now held veiled surprise. Hermione grinned slightly.
"You're a witch," he breathed into the air. Hermione nodded, and the two teenagers just stared into eachother's eyes for a moment.
A loud creaking started echoeing through the glade. Hermione darted her gaze around the lake. She had heard that noise before somewhere. Her gaze fell onto an old tree. In slow motion, the trunk snapped, and started falling towards them.
"Ah! Look out!" Hermione yelled. They had to get out of the lake. If the tree fell on the lake, the ice would break, and they would be dead or frozen to death underneath the water.
She grabbed the boy's hand, and started skating as fast as she could toward the shore, not noticing the old deadfall angling toward their direction.
Hermione was crushed. Her lips were numb, and she could feel a warm trickle of blood dripping over her eyes. Breathing became an issue. Her lungs ached for air.
"Help." She tried one last time. She started to lose consciousness.
To her gratification, the trunk was being lifted. Hermione felt herself get dragged out from underneath the tree. She could've kissed her rescuers.
The girl forced her eyes to open, and suddenly heard muffled grunts of pain from the boy. Her eyes grew wider, snapping open. Then her whole body blossomed in pain.
AN: heehee, what happens next!! Until next time!!
(must pig out on pomegranate) :D
