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Alright, so I'm gonna start on the next chappie now!!!
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Light of Darkness
Draco's will to live kicked in as he felt himself toppling over the ledge. He grappled to get a hold on the balcony floor, but it slid off his hands. He scraped the skin off his hand, and continued toppling down, lower and lower. The wind blew in his face, and he watched the porch become smaller and smaller.
There was no hope for him. Draco wasn't even scared anymore. So this is what it feels like to die, he thought calmly. It wasn't too scary, he just felt empty, lonely. Hermione would be free, he thought dully. He looked up to the porch again, and his eyes snapped open as he saw a figure jump out from the balcony. That wasn't...
Hermione. But it was.
He saw her hurtling towards him, tears shining in her eyes. His eyes started tearing up. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Hermione was supposed to live. Hermione was supposed to survive.
IT seemed like an eternity while they were both falling, before they reached each other. Draco felt like he died every time he saw a tear fall from Hermione's eyes. He didn't want her hurt. He had never wanted her to be hurt. He saw her bring her arms to her side, so she could travel faster to meet Draco in a headlong embrace.
Hermione mouthed the boy's name, before she crashed her body into his own. Draco was still shell shocked, and could only stare in her warm brown eyes. Suddenly a fiery pain raced through his body, and both he and Hermione were encased with a bright beam of moonlight.
The pendants in Hermione's hands began to glow and pulsate, faster and faster.
Both of the teenagers arched their backs, and wings sprouted from their shoulders. Draco's eyes widened in surprise, and he saw Hermione's follow suit. For some reason, this felt strangely..right...like he had never been complete without wings. He saw black feathers float in the air around him.
So his wings were black. Typical.
Hermione's wings on the other hand, were blinding white, almost to the point that Draco wanted to cover his eyes. Arm in arm, both of them drifted to the ground, flaring their wings out behind them.
Hermione still had tears in her eyes, and touched Draco's face to make sure he was still there. That he was alive, and standing before her. Draco's thoughts broiled. Did she still care for him? He usually could read people, but with Hermione...he just wasn't sure.
They landed softly on the dark green blades of grass growing in the Hogwarts gardens, and Draco couldn't help but smile at Hermione. He thought he'd never see her again. Her face shone in the moonlit glow, and he just wanted to take her in his arms, and never let go.
That, of course, was impossible.
Hermione slapped him, and they both could only gesticulate silently at each other, eyes flaring. Suddenly they burst out what they had said to the door, simultaneously, and both did not hear what the other had to say. Hermione blushed at her confession, and tried to continue her glare. But that in itself was a particularly hard endeavor.
"What was that?" Draco asked sincerely, tilting her chin up to look at his eyes. He didn't seem angry at all, he was more...amused. His gray eyes sparkled with warmth, in their dusky depths, and Hermione felt her breath coming faster.
"I-" she started. "Nothing, Draco. Just nothing." She wasn't ready to confess, she wasn't even sure. Her heart and her mind conflicted each other, being opposites just to make her life that much harder. Draco smirked at her insecurity. He didn't mind her slapping him, really. Just to be in her presence was good enough for him. She never had to know anything.
"What did you say?" Hermione's voice brought Draco back to reality, and he looked at her oddly for a moment, eyes sparkling with some hidden emotion that made them glint in the moonlight. Draco ignored her comment.
"Nice wings, Granger." He said instead. The boy looked behind Hermione at her retracted wings.
"Nice ones yourself...Malfoy." Hermione answered, reminding herself at the last moment to use his last name instead. Draco suddenly sighed, and sat down onto the cold grass, then he jumped up again.
"Whoa, what's with all the dew?" Hermione sniggered at Draco for no apparent reason, and Draco glared at her with a smile gently gracing his lips. "You'd like to tell me what you find so hilarious, Granger?" Hermione chuckled some more, and pointed at him.
"You're clothes.." She said, gasping for air in between her hearty guffaws, "You're clothes are gone. You're wearing a loin cloth!" Draco stuttered a bit when he found out she was right. His chest was bare other that a casual fur cape draped over one of his shoulders, and clasped at his weight.
And he was only wearing a loincloth. That was brown leather.
(A/N: OOOoooooooohhhhh..lols)
He cheeks reddened slightly, but he knew she wouldn't be able to see in the semi-darkness of the night. To cover up his embarrassment, he tried to act like it was normal for him, that he always wore loincloths in the presence of-anybody, to be exact.
"Really, Granger, you thought I never wore one before? And Malfoys are sexy in whatever they wear." Ugh. That went over the line a little bit, but he put his hands on his hips, and stared at her triumphantly. He knew it totally made no sense, but he pretended it did.
Suddenly he noticed her lack of modern clothing as well. As least I'm not the one who has to embarrass themselves. He got a wicked idea, and decided not to tell her. She looked prettier with these clothes on anyway.
Aren't you dying to know what Hermione wore? Then I'll tell you, ye or ne. She wore a long dark blue skirt that was slit up immodestly high, and the material seemed to be of silk, or some other cloth that swished around her ankles. Her top was short, very un-Hermione like, and showed just a millimeter of her stomach. Her shirt looked like a crinkled white blouse, ending at the shoulders and tied with two pink ribbons.
Hermione put her hands on her hips, and Draco suddenly walked away, without waiting for her to answer. Hermione grumbled to himself. At one second he was being a total git, and the next he could just ignore everything and engulf himself in sadness. Not having any other option, she decided to follow him.
His bare back shone in the moonlight, and his legs were lithe and long. Draco's dark black wings were not a symbol of malevolence, just looking overall good on him. Hermione shook her head to clear the thoughts that were entering it at full speed. Hormones, she scowled. She gave no thought to her door password thing, and finally came up with the idea that Dumbledore, as nice as he was, was playing with their minds.
Suddenly Hermione bumped into a solid wall of flesh, and fell backwards. Before she hit the ground, she felt two strong arms hold onto her waist. When she opened her eyes, she was staring full in the face of Draco Malfoy. His breath tickled her nose, he was so close. Just as quickly, Draco let go of her, and she fell onto the ground in an unceremonious heap.
Draco was taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself. His hands were clenched to his sides. He started waving them around his sides in the cool night hair.
"So." His breath made a tiny puff of smoke, which quickly disappeared. Hermione looked up at him, standing up to dust her clothes off. Draco stopped flinging his arms around, and turned his gaze to her face. "You know all about the spell, right?" His voice was quiet and reserved, and Hermione strained her ears to hear it.
"Yeah." Hermione admitted guiltily. Draco snarled, and turned to look at the full moon shining about the Hogwarts grounds. That means she knew why he...why he...almost killed himself. He started walking again, deeper into the gardens. Hermione rolled her eyes, and started to follow him. She found his sitting on a bench, wings retracted, and taking especial care in his skimpy clothes.
She sat down beside him, and stared at him insecurely, not knowing what to do, or how to act. Hermione didn't want him to clam up again. He was the only one she could talk to, she explained to herself, stopping her mind from thinking about it.
"I love the night." The statement was so quiet, that Hermione wasn't even sure if it was said. She kept silent however, just trying to be a listening shoulder. (an; ya know, kinda like a shoulder to cry on) Malfoy took a deep breath, but didn't look at her. He clenched his teeth. "I thought that...the moon the only one why understood...that it would never betray me." Hermione was surprised to see that Malfoy's hands were balled up into fists, and that his knuckles were white from the force. "It was alone...like me. Singled out from the stars."
He was silent for a while, just clenching his fists until Hermione knew they hurt like crazy. He suddenly took a deep breath, tilting his head to see her face.
"So we should probably research this." He indicated the wings, the clothes, in all one grand gesture.
"I suppose...why not tell our..." Hermione's voice trailed off, as she realized Draco's reasoning. Their father couldn't be trusted...and who knew if their mothers could be? The teachers were the same story. And Dumbledore...well...who knew if he wasn't under a spell too? Anyways, they couldn't tell anybody if they wanted to. Hermione suddenly remembered the peculiar twist to the spell.
The only one who could help her was Draco.
She suddenly remembered the pendants, which, in her inattention, she had thrown over her neck. Taking them off quickly, she showed them to Draco.
"What do you think?" She asked when she finished explaining. Draco chewed slightly on one fingernail, and without even thinking about it, Hermione pulled it out of his mouth. His eyes narrowed in thought.
"It's safe." He conceded reluctantly. "You were wearing it all the time, anyways." Hermione nodded, and gave on to him. Draco slipped it over his head, and suddenly the pendant shone green.
"Er..." He tried to take it off, but couldn't seem to. After a lot of struggling, and until his neck was chafed with burns, his arms fell to his sides in defeat. Hermione's wasn't coming off again, either. "Oh well..." he sighed. They both avoided the subject of the Diudominus, as they knew how they could stop it...
"Come on, it's getting chilly out here. I'll bring you back inside." Taking the lead again, he started walking back towards Hermione's and his balcony doors, which still shone with artificial light. (an; or, in my words, manlights!)
Hermione couldn't help but look at him again while they walked. The Diudominus potion...plagued her mind with unanswered questions and unsettling thoughts. She contemplated it while they walked, and looked at the boy in front of her. Did she care enough about him to make that sacrifice? The answer burned in her mind.
Yes, she did.
And he tried to make the same sacrifice for her.
Then realization hit her. Draco Malfoy had been trying to save her. The one boy who had made her life miserable for the last six years and called her derogatory names, had willingly sacrificed himself for her. Her cheeks reddened. So he cared for her now...right?
But she wouldn't let him do it again. They'd just have to find another way to conquer the Diudominus. There had to be another way. One thing extended time with the BWL had taught her, was that there were always loopholes. Always.
Hermione suddenly noticed that Draco was no longer on the ground, and saw him fly up towards her balcony. She flew up after him, loving the feel of the wind beneath her wings. She felt like she had been born knowing how to fly, and unlike on brooms, the height didn't scare her.
She landed lightly on the porch, and looked at Draco who had been waiting for her. She voiced the thoughts that had been bothering her.
"Don't...do anything crazy...alright? We'll...we'll just find another way to conquer the diudominus. Agreed?" Draco looked at her for a second, just trying to make out why she was saying this. Didn't she want him gone? She looked like an angel, with her white wings billowing behind her. He could do nothing but agree, surprising himself.
Draco turned to take off.
"Oh, and Draco?" He looked at her questioningly, tilting his head to one side. "I'll be your friend." She suppressed the emotions that were building up inside her, and with a muttered 'Alohomora' she unlocked her door.
Suddenly she heard a quiet tap on the glass behind her, and walked out. She was instantly pressed to the glass, and felt warm lips on hers. Instinctively she knew it was Draco, and fireworks exploded in her head, and she could think of nothing to the blonde boy with his arms around her waist. His lips were so soft...and he tasted like strawberries. (an: don't you love strawberries?)
She felt herself put her arms around his neck, and kissed him back, feeling her problems drain away. Hermione had never felt so secure before. She just wanted this feeling to continue forever. Suddenly Draco pulled away, and a hidden fear flickered across his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He muttered incoherently, and flew off the balcony like his life depended on it. Hermione stared after him.
Confused as ever.
~*~
an; welp, that's ALL of it..which is a lot for ME, but I dunno for you. ANYWAYS, REVIEW while I go EAT AND WATCH TV at the same time!!!!
MUCHOS GRACIAS, ALL MAH REVIEWERS!!!!
-dkc
LCA: YAYYYYY!!! YOU LIKE MAH STORY!!! *does a happy little dance, and scowls at ppl who think the dance looks weird* heehee...thx for reviewing, plz rnr AGAIN!!! :DDDD
ecco815: booyah! So the crazy cliffie was GOOOd?? Eh? Eh? *nudges ecco815 in the ribs* Eh??? lols
razzleandazzled: cool name!! ONLY one 'd'! glad u like!! Yay!!! *grins, and pushes computer in front of you* I updated quickly!! I'm so proud!! Review PLX!! Thx a BUNCh!
Natalie Garner: *continues doing crazy dance, that only reviewers (who are always the coolest) will understand* whoo hooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! You like ze story? YAY!!! Thx 4 reviewing!!!! :DDDDDDDD
Draco Lover: HIYA BUDDY!! Hehee...lols...I should really go eat something before I burst from hungriness/crazy hyperness, but ah well, eh? *muahaha* *does some modifications to dance, and starts dancing (in what I think) is an evil dance* REVIEW beaucoup, like yah always do!! THX!!!!! :DDDDDDD
Alright, so I'm gonna start on the next chappie now!!!
~*~
Light of Darkness
Draco's will to live kicked in as he felt himself toppling over the ledge. He grappled to get a hold on the balcony floor, but it slid off his hands. He scraped the skin off his hand, and continued toppling down, lower and lower. The wind blew in his face, and he watched the porch become smaller and smaller.
There was no hope for him. Draco wasn't even scared anymore. So this is what it feels like to die, he thought calmly. It wasn't too scary, he just felt empty, lonely. Hermione would be free, he thought dully. He looked up to the porch again, and his eyes snapped open as he saw a figure jump out from the balcony. That wasn't...
Hermione. But it was.
He saw her hurtling towards him, tears shining in her eyes. His eyes started tearing up. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Hermione was supposed to live. Hermione was supposed to survive.
IT seemed like an eternity while they were both falling, before they reached each other. Draco felt like he died every time he saw a tear fall from Hermione's eyes. He didn't want her hurt. He had never wanted her to be hurt. He saw her bring her arms to her side, so she could travel faster to meet Draco in a headlong embrace.
Hermione mouthed the boy's name, before she crashed her body into his own. Draco was still shell shocked, and could only stare in her warm brown eyes. Suddenly a fiery pain raced through his body, and both he and Hermione were encased with a bright beam of moonlight.
The pendants in Hermione's hands began to glow and pulsate, faster and faster.
Both of the teenagers arched their backs, and wings sprouted from their shoulders. Draco's eyes widened in surprise, and he saw Hermione's follow suit. For some reason, this felt strangely..right...like he had never been complete without wings. He saw black feathers float in the air around him.
So his wings were black. Typical.
Hermione's wings on the other hand, were blinding white, almost to the point that Draco wanted to cover his eyes. Arm in arm, both of them drifted to the ground, flaring their wings out behind them.
Hermione still had tears in her eyes, and touched Draco's face to make sure he was still there. That he was alive, and standing before her. Draco's thoughts broiled. Did she still care for him? He usually could read people, but with Hermione...he just wasn't sure.
They landed softly on the dark green blades of grass growing in the Hogwarts gardens, and Draco couldn't help but smile at Hermione. He thought he'd never see her again. Her face shone in the moonlit glow, and he just wanted to take her in his arms, and never let go.
That, of course, was impossible.
Hermione slapped him, and they both could only gesticulate silently at each other, eyes flaring. Suddenly they burst out what they had said to the door, simultaneously, and both did not hear what the other had to say. Hermione blushed at her confession, and tried to continue her glare. But that in itself was a particularly hard endeavor.
"What was that?" Draco asked sincerely, tilting her chin up to look at his eyes. He didn't seem angry at all, he was more...amused. His gray eyes sparkled with warmth, in their dusky depths, and Hermione felt her breath coming faster.
"I-" she started. "Nothing, Draco. Just nothing." She wasn't ready to confess, she wasn't even sure. Her heart and her mind conflicted each other, being opposites just to make her life that much harder. Draco smirked at her insecurity. He didn't mind her slapping him, really. Just to be in her presence was good enough for him. She never had to know anything.
"What did you say?" Hermione's voice brought Draco back to reality, and he looked at her oddly for a moment, eyes sparkling with some hidden emotion that made them glint in the moonlight. Draco ignored her comment.
"Nice wings, Granger." He said instead. The boy looked behind Hermione at her retracted wings.
"Nice ones yourself...Malfoy." Hermione answered, reminding herself at the last moment to use his last name instead. Draco suddenly sighed, and sat down onto the cold grass, then he jumped up again.
"Whoa, what's with all the dew?" Hermione sniggered at Draco for no apparent reason, and Draco glared at her with a smile gently gracing his lips. "You'd like to tell me what you find so hilarious, Granger?" Hermione chuckled some more, and pointed at him.
"You're clothes.." She said, gasping for air in between her hearty guffaws, "You're clothes are gone. You're wearing a loin cloth!" Draco stuttered a bit when he found out she was right. His chest was bare other that a casual fur cape draped over one of his shoulders, and clasped at his weight.
And he was only wearing a loincloth. That was brown leather.
(A/N: OOOoooooooohhhhh..lols)
He cheeks reddened slightly, but he knew she wouldn't be able to see in the semi-darkness of the night. To cover up his embarrassment, he tried to act like it was normal for him, that he always wore loincloths in the presence of-anybody, to be exact.
"Really, Granger, you thought I never wore one before? And Malfoys are sexy in whatever they wear." Ugh. That went over the line a little bit, but he put his hands on his hips, and stared at her triumphantly. He knew it totally made no sense, but he pretended it did.
Suddenly he noticed her lack of modern clothing as well. As least I'm not the one who has to embarrass themselves. He got a wicked idea, and decided not to tell her. She looked prettier with these clothes on anyway.
Aren't you dying to know what Hermione wore? Then I'll tell you, ye or ne. She wore a long dark blue skirt that was slit up immodestly high, and the material seemed to be of silk, or some other cloth that swished around her ankles. Her top was short, very un-Hermione like, and showed just a millimeter of her stomach. Her shirt looked like a crinkled white blouse, ending at the shoulders and tied with two pink ribbons.
Hermione put her hands on her hips, and Draco suddenly walked away, without waiting for her to answer. Hermione grumbled to himself. At one second he was being a total git, and the next he could just ignore everything and engulf himself in sadness. Not having any other option, she decided to follow him.
His bare back shone in the moonlight, and his legs were lithe and long. Draco's dark black wings were not a symbol of malevolence, just looking overall good on him. Hermione shook her head to clear the thoughts that were entering it at full speed. Hormones, she scowled. She gave no thought to her door password thing, and finally came up with the idea that Dumbledore, as nice as he was, was playing with their minds.
Suddenly Hermione bumped into a solid wall of flesh, and fell backwards. Before she hit the ground, she felt two strong arms hold onto her waist. When she opened her eyes, she was staring full in the face of Draco Malfoy. His breath tickled her nose, he was so close. Just as quickly, Draco let go of her, and she fell onto the ground in an unceremonious heap.
Draco was taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself. His hands were clenched to his sides. He started waving them around his sides in the cool night hair.
"So." His breath made a tiny puff of smoke, which quickly disappeared. Hermione looked up at him, standing up to dust her clothes off. Draco stopped flinging his arms around, and turned his gaze to her face. "You know all about the spell, right?" His voice was quiet and reserved, and Hermione strained her ears to hear it.
"Yeah." Hermione admitted guiltily. Draco snarled, and turned to look at the full moon shining about the Hogwarts grounds. That means she knew why he...why he...almost killed himself. He started walking again, deeper into the gardens. Hermione rolled her eyes, and started to follow him. She found his sitting on a bench, wings retracted, and taking especial care in his skimpy clothes.
She sat down beside him, and stared at him insecurely, not knowing what to do, or how to act. Hermione didn't want him to clam up again. He was the only one she could talk to, she explained to herself, stopping her mind from thinking about it.
"I love the night." The statement was so quiet, that Hermione wasn't even sure if it was said. She kept silent however, just trying to be a listening shoulder. (an; ya know, kinda like a shoulder to cry on) Malfoy took a deep breath, but didn't look at her. He clenched his teeth. "I thought that...the moon the only one why understood...that it would never betray me." Hermione was surprised to see that Malfoy's hands were balled up into fists, and that his knuckles were white from the force. "It was alone...like me. Singled out from the stars."
He was silent for a while, just clenching his fists until Hermione knew they hurt like crazy. He suddenly took a deep breath, tilting his head to see her face.
"So we should probably research this." He indicated the wings, the clothes, in all one grand gesture.
"I suppose...why not tell our..." Hermione's voice trailed off, as she realized Draco's reasoning. Their father couldn't be trusted...and who knew if their mothers could be? The teachers were the same story. And Dumbledore...well...who knew if he wasn't under a spell too? Anyways, they couldn't tell anybody if they wanted to. Hermione suddenly remembered the peculiar twist to the spell.
The only one who could help her was Draco.
She suddenly remembered the pendants, which, in her inattention, she had thrown over her neck. Taking them off quickly, she showed them to Draco.
"What do you think?" She asked when she finished explaining. Draco chewed slightly on one fingernail, and without even thinking about it, Hermione pulled it out of his mouth. His eyes narrowed in thought.
"It's safe." He conceded reluctantly. "You were wearing it all the time, anyways." Hermione nodded, and gave on to him. Draco slipped it over his head, and suddenly the pendant shone green.
"Er..." He tried to take it off, but couldn't seem to. After a lot of struggling, and until his neck was chafed with burns, his arms fell to his sides in defeat. Hermione's wasn't coming off again, either. "Oh well..." he sighed. They both avoided the subject of the Diudominus, as they knew how they could stop it...
"Come on, it's getting chilly out here. I'll bring you back inside." Taking the lead again, he started walking back towards Hermione's and his balcony doors, which still shone with artificial light. (an; or, in my words, manlights!)
Hermione couldn't help but look at him again while they walked. The Diudominus potion...plagued her mind with unanswered questions and unsettling thoughts. She contemplated it while they walked, and looked at the boy in front of her. Did she care enough about him to make that sacrifice? The answer burned in her mind.
Yes, she did.
And he tried to make the same sacrifice for her.
Then realization hit her. Draco Malfoy had been trying to save her. The one boy who had made her life miserable for the last six years and called her derogatory names, had willingly sacrificed himself for her. Her cheeks reddened. So he cared for her now...right?
But she wouldn't let him do it again. They'd just have to find another way to conquer the Diudominus. There had to be another way. One thing extended time with the BWL had taught her, was that there were always loopholes. Always.
Hermione suddenly noticed that Draco was no longer on the ground, and saw him fly up towards her balcony. She flew up after him, loving the feel of the wind beneath her wings. She felt like she had been born knowing how to fly, and unlike on brooms, the height didn't scare her.
She landed lightly on the porch, and looked at Draco who had been waiting for her. She voiced the thoughts that had been bothering her.
"Don't...do anything crazy...alright? We'll...we'll just find another way to conquer the diudominus. Agreed?" Draco looked at her for a second, just trying to make out why she was saying this. Didn't she want him gone? She looked like an angel, with her white wings billowing behind her. He could do nothing but agree, surprising himself.
Draco turned to take off.
"Oh, and Draco?" He looked at her questioningly, tilting his head to one side. "I'll be your friend." She suppressed the emotions that were building up inside her, and with a muttered 'Alohomora' she unlocked her door.
Suddenly she heard a quiet tap on the glass behind her, and walked out. She was instantly pressed to the glass, and felt warm lips on hers. Instinctively she knew it was Draco, and fireworks exploded in her head, and she could think of nothing to the blonde boy with his arms around her waist. His lips were so soft...and he tasted like strawberries. (an: don't you love strawberries?)
She felt herself put her arms around his neck, and kissed him back, feeling her problems drain away. Hermione had never felt so secure before. She just wanted this feeling to continue forever. Suddenly Draco pulled away, and a hidden fear flickered across his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He muttered incoherently, and flew off the balcony like his life depended on it. Hermione stared after him.
Confused as ever.
~*~
an; welp, that's ALL of it..which is a lot for ME, but I dunno for you. ANYWAYS, REVIEW while I go EAT AND WATCH TV at the same time!!!!
MUCHOS GRACIAS, ALL MAH REVIEWERS!!!!
-dkc
