DISCLAIMER: I don't own Draco or Hermione...nor anything else that is definately Rowling's stuff...
Author's note: I'm really sorry that it took me so long to post this chapter, but unfortunately I had a little basketball accident and now my right hand is completely bandaged. For someone who is used to typing with 10 fingers and who is actually right handed...it is pretty hard to type anything with only your left hand. This might also function as an excuse for the spelling mistakes... okay...oh, and this chapter is not betaread, as I was so late with my update I wanted to get it out as soon as possible and Exlibris is learning for her finals that's why I didn't want to bother her.
There won't be much action in the following chapter, but there will be in the next one. And I know that nothing new stuff happens in it, but it's only part one and if I get part two fixed till Friday there will be more action and I really needed this part to make sure that Draco and Hermione don't fall for each other head over heals in real life. Don't be angry with me if things go so slow, but tell me whether you like this chapter or not and why.
Oh, and krisleigh, you really got the idea with the ring…I hope it wasn't too obvious.
LEXICAL MISTAKE: Sailor Moon Rose (Thank you so much for pointing that out to me! You really deserve a big big hug!) mentioned it in their review that I often use the word "triplet", well I use it as a verb and I thought it actually meant "to walk very fast with tiny steps". Can anybody give me an appropriate English word for that? Poor me, as soon as I read the review it dawned on me. I'm sorry, I didn't check it in the dictionary, I simply used it (my poor students...I always tell them to check if they aren't sure)...anyways, it was a false friend originating from the word "trippeln."
Enjoy reading this chapter and please be kind and leave a review...criticism is always welcome.
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And Then We Were Defeated
Chapter 17
Eavesdropping
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Draco was still bathing in the warm light holding Hermione tightly. All his senses seemed to be dislocated, no, they were simply directed to only one thought: her. Her smell, her hair, her warmth, her body so close to his. The annoying voice in his mind had little by little died down and know he nearly seemed to drown in her presence. His whole being surrendered to her. "Hermione." he whispered her name with awe for the first time in his life.
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So secure. So safe and warm and comfortable. Hermione cradled herself closer to Draco's chest. She could feel his heart beat and his hot breath on her bare skin. She didn't care anymore that he was a deatheater. It was right to be with him, to be near him. She could hear him gently whisper her name and she raised her head to look straight into his eyes. Draco. She had never felt like this before. Her heart, her soul and her entire being longed to be with him, to never let go of him again.
His usually cold grey eyes held a warmth gaze as they looked down on her and she could feel that he longed to taste her.
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Her brown eyes were locked with his. She was so innocent, so pure and clean. His heart skipped a beat as he lost himself inside her soul. He wondered what her lips would taste like, those beautiful and unique rosy lips of hers.
Automatically his hand moved towards her face and he touched her cheek ever so lightly as a butterfly. Soft and warm. He tenderly tucked a loose strand of her chocolate hair behind her ear and he couldn't help but bending down to touch her lips with his.
Suddenly something tore him away from her and he felt her drift away with horrid speed. Draco stretched his arms out and tried to reach for Hermione, yet, there was nothing he could do but desperately watch her disappear. And although he couldn't hear her do it, she seemed to scream his name in fear.
The warm light was gone all of a sudden and he saw himself soaring high above the earth. His eyes searched for a sign of Hermione, but he couldn't see her anywhere. Under him there was a green meadow and a forest which both seemed to be familiar to him. Then he felt himself being drawn away from there and he found himself surrounded by darkness.
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Draco woke up in the pitch darkness of the guest room. He slowly opened his eyes and it took him a few seconds in the pitch darkness before he realised where he actually was. Hermione. The memory of the dream was burnt into his mind. He searched for his wand in the dark and grabbing it he muttered "Lumos." Instantly the wand spread its light in the room and Draco got up. His mind and thought were still occupied with this weird dream of his. It had felt so real. He looked at his hands with disgust. He had touched the mudblood. He had even been about to kiss her. Draco's eyes narrowed as he remembered those scenes vividly. Hermione. He hated her and yet he couldn't stop thinking of her and something inside him dreadfully wanted to go find her. To search for her and to take her back into his arms. What was that what he felt? "That filthy mudblood." mumbled Draco with a shudder, but in the same moment he had made the decision to go get his broom and to fly out into the country. He knew she would be somewhere near that meadow and that forest where he had lost her in his dreams. Lost her? How did it come he thought of losing her? Hadn't he wanted to get rid of her? Draco cursed, but stormed out of the room to get to the broom shed.
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Slowly Hermione opened her eyes. The hut was dimly lit by a fire, which was still burning in the little fireplace in the corner of the cabin. Where were Harry and Ron? Hermione seemed to be completely alone. Nevertheless, she didn't care at the moment where to the two boys had possibly vanished. Her thoughts wandered around Draco Malfoy. She shut her eyes again and recalled the dream. He had touched her cheek. Her fingers caressed the spot where his hand had caressed her face. Malfoy that bloody deatheater bastard! Hermione scolded herself instantly for even thinking kindly of that piece of shit. It had been a dream. A gory and entirely horrible nightmare. She winced. Malfoy. No, Draco. She sighed, but couldn't get him or the way he had looked at her out of her head.
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Draco tried to calm down while silently running through the hallways of Malfoy Manor. He was nervos and he was angry. However, worries and doubt kept nagging inside of him and his thoughts didn't cease to spin around the girl of his dreams. What might have happened to Hermione? He couldn't even think of her as "Granger" anymore, somehow he felt himself being quite attached to this mudblood. Too attached, but he couldn't help it and he didn't even want to.
He was about to pass his father's study on his way out, but he noticed that the door was left slightly open and he could hear two people having a conversation. He slowed down and actually wanted to just walk on by when he accidentally eavesdropped his own name. Curiously he leaned in closer and peeped through the opening into the room.
The Dark Lord and Dumbledore were both sitting in front of the fireplace with their backs facing the door, but there was no mistaking those to men.
"So, has Dobby returned then?" Voldemort sounded a bit annoyed.
"Yes, he has, my Lord. And the Granger girl is out of the way now, I have taken care of that."
"Then you think the young Mr. Malfoy will do what we expect him to do?"
"Of course. He's young and he thinks he's in charge of everything that happens. Besides, the spell I cast will make sure he can't help but searching for her."
"You have to hurry, Dumbledore, I need my heir as soon as possible." the Dark Lord's voice was filled with concern.
"I know." replied the headmaster with a little smile on his lips. "I know."
Draco held his breath. What the hell were those two bastards talking about? A spell? A heir for the Dark Lord? What the fuck was this all about? He dared no longer stay near the study, so he continued to hurry down to the broom shed. Whatever had been going on in the Manor since Hermione had arrived, Draco was certainly part of it without even realizing itself until now. Different thoughts raced through his mind, but one kept popping up almost every split second. Hermione. He had to get to her, talk to her. Maybe he could figure out what was going on with a little help from her.
