"Messing with Fire, Dealing with Ice"
Summary: Snape has assigned an unusual project to our Griffindor and Slytherin 6th years.
Pairings: her/r her/d d/pa pa/h h/lav lav/r
Rating: PG-13 may change
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
A/N: *First fanfic* please review with suggestions or comments. Constructive flames only. The more reviews I receive, the faster the chapters will go up. I have the plot all figured out, but since this is my first fic ever, I need the motivation. I think that's it, so happy reading!
Chapter 3- Questions Answered
Hermione woke from her well deserved sleep, and got out of bed with yesterday's events slowly creeping into her memory. She showered and pulled on a black leather mini-skirt, a purple tank top, and a pair of black strappy sandals. She went downstairs, taking a big breath, and preparing herself for the conversation that was to come.
As she entered the dining room, she looked towards her parents, and saw their experssions change from worried to relieved. She sat down, and waited for them to speak. "Hermione, I trust that you have read our letter?" "Yes mother" "As your father told you yesterday, we are great supporters of Voldemort. You were told that you are the lord's heiress as well. This is a main part of why we had to keep our true identities from you. When Voldemort was told about my pregnancy, we signed a contract providing safety for our family after the attack on the Potter's in exchange for an heiress in case something were to go wrong. After the lord's downfall, took up new identities as muggles, in order to protect our family. When you were sorted into Griffindor instead of Slytherin and befriended Harry, we knew that our plan had succeeded. You see, the lord came to visit us during your time at Hogwarts last year, to check up on how you were doing. He was slightly upset about you being in Griffindor, but soon learned how your friendship with Harry could be to our advantage. After also reviewing your high marks, he accepted you as the heiress. He stated that we must inform you of your future on your sixteenth birthday, or he would kill us. He also informed us of whom the heir is. I believe you know him. His name is Draco Malfoy."
Hermione had already been shocked, now she had reached the stage of denial. "MALFOY! Malfoy is the heir? It can't be! He has done nothing but torture me for the past 5 years, and now your expecting me to-wait, what exactly are you expecting me to do?"
"Well, at least she knows him." Mr. Granger said to his wife, receiving an icy glare in return.
"As the heiress, you will be expected to marry the heir, and if Voldemort were to die in the final war, all of his followers would be under your command. As far as Draco torturing you, the reason should be obvious. Draco has always known of his future with you, and of our family's masquerade. In order to make our act convincing, Voldemort told Draco to do those things to you. In reality, he is not who you think he is. You will discover this tonite, for Voldemort has arranged a gathering for our two families at Malfoy Manner this evening. Personally. I cannot wait, for our families were great friends before we were put into hiding."
"Well I'm glad your happy, because I most certainly am not. You tell me this and expect me to agree with you automatically? I don't think so!"
"Hermione, please settle down," her father started, "We do not expect your to automatically agree with us, but eventually you will. Do you see that ring on your finger?"
"Yes, Ashiana's ring. I know all about it."
"Or so you think. I take it that you have read the article in Witches Weekly. If so, then you must also know about Oshido's ring. The current holder of that ring is in-fact young Draco Malfoy. The two of you are the true holders of the rings and the powers within them will be shown to all of us tonight as well. Though, there is one thing that we know for certain, Draco is your soul mate, as Oshido was Ashiana's. When they created these rings, they instilled the power for the holders of the rings to act upon their true heart's desire, and because of Draco being your soul mate; he is your heart's desire. It is unavoidable, it will happen eventually, so just try to accept it now."
"How can you say that? You have no idea as to what I'm going through right now! I just-I need some time to think." And with that Hermione ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. She lied (sp?) down on her bed and started weeping into her pillow wondering why this had to happen to her. After ten minutes, Hermione heard a soft knock on her door.
"Hermione? Can I come in?" It was her mother.
" I guess."
" I know that what your father said was a little harsh, but it is true. We will not make you rush into acceptance, but could you at least come to the dinner with us. Who knows what might happen if you don't."
"I guess your right." Hermione dried her tears and continued. "When do we have to leave?"
"Well dinner starts at 7:00, so we can floo over there at five till."
"Did you say floo? We're connected?" *Hmm, maybe this whole mess does have some perks to it!*
Mrs. Granger nodded. "Yes, I did. Why, did you have something in mind?
"Umm. well I was wondering if I could maybe go to Diagon Alley and pick out a nice gown for tonight's dinner."
Happy that Hermione had consented to go to dinner, Mrs. Granger agreed. "I was planning on heading over there myself, I have something there to show you. Before we leave, I thought that you might want to see this." She pulled out a letter from her cloak and handed it to Hermione.
Hermione turned over the letter revealing a Hogwarts seal. She smiled and quickly tore it open. She read through the letter and her list of needed supplies and turned to her mother. "Mom, I made Griffindor prefect!"
"I wouldn't have expected anything less. I'm so proud of you! Now let's take that list, we can get your supplies while we are out today."
"But I promised Harry and Ron that I'd go with them next week." With all of the confusion, she had almost forgotten about them. An expression of guilt washed over her face, which did not go unnoticed by her mother.
"Hermione dear, what's wrong?" *As if I didn't already know.*
"Mom, what's going to happen to them? I know that my fate will make me fight for the dark side, but they have been my only friends for the past five years and I don't want to see them get hurt"
"Well, to be honest, I don't know exactly what will happen. If everything that happens tonight goes as we believe it will, the ring will help you make those decisions. Now let us go get those supplies, you can write to Harry and Ron later and tell them that your mother had you go early."
"Ok, I just hope that you are right. "
A/N: I hope that this makes up for the delay. Seeing that I'm on a roll, so to speak, I'm going to start the next chapter, but I'm going to wait for at least fifteen reviews between the first three chapters, that shouldn't be too hard, seeing as I already have 9. I'm glad you like the story and I'm trying not to leave big cliffhangers but I might have to in the next chapter depending on my mood. (hint, hint: reviews make me happy- happiness can erase cliffhangers) Love you all!
-Mandy
Summary: Snape has assigned an unusual project to our Griffindor and Slytherin 6th years.
Pairings: her/r her/d d/pa pa/h h/lav lav/r
Rating: PG-13 may change
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
A/N: *First fanfic* please review with suggestions or comments. Constructive flames only. The more reviews I receive, the faster the chapters will go up. I have the plot all figured out, but since this is my first fic ever, I need the motivation. I think that's it, so happy reading!
Chapter 3- Questions Answered
Hermione woke from her well deserved sleep, and got out of bed with yesterday's events slowly creeping into her memory. She showered and pulled on a black leather mini-skirt, a purple tank top, and a pair of black strappy sandals. She went downstairs, taking a big breath, and preparing herself for the conversation that was to come.
As she entered the dining room, she looked towards her parents, and saw their experssions change from worried to relieved. She sat down, and waited for them to speak. "Hermione, I trust that you have read our letter?" "Yes mother" "As your father told you yesterday, we are great supporters of Voldemort. You were told that you are the lord's heiress as well. This is a main part of why we had to keep our true identities from you. When Voldemort was told about my pregnancy, we signed a contract providing safety for our family after the attack on the Potter's in exchange for an heiress in case something were to go wrong. After the lord's downfall, took up new identities as muggles, in order to protect our family. When you were sorted into Griffindor instead of Slytherin and befriended Harry, we knew that our plan had succeeded. You see, the lord came to visit us during your time at Hogwarts last year, to check up on how you were doing. He was slightly upset about you being in Griffindor, but soon learned how your friendship with Harry could be to our advantage. After also reviewing your high marks, he accepted you as the heiress. He stated that we must inform you of your future on your sixteenth birthday, or he would kill us. He also informed us of whom the heir is. I believe you know him. His name is Draco Malfoy."
Hermione had already been shocked, now she had reached the stage of denial. "MALFOY! Malfoy is the heir? It can't be! He has done nothing but torture me for the past 5 years, and now your expecting me to-wait, what exactly are you expecting me to do?"
"Well, at least she knows him." Mr. Granger said to his wife, receiving an icy glare in return.
"As the heiress, you will be expected to marry the heir, and if Voldemort were to die in the final war, all of his followers would be under your command. As far as Draco torturing you, the reason should be obvious. Draco has always known of his future with you, and of our family's masquerade. In order to make our act convincing, Voldemort told Draco to do those things to you. In reality, he is not who you think he is. You will discover this tonite, for Voldemort has arranged a gathering for our two families at Malfoy Manner this evening. Personally. I cannot wait, for our families were great friends before we were put into hiding."
"Well I'm glad your happy, because I most certainly am not. You tell me this and expect me to agree with you automatically? I don't think so!"
"Hermione, please settle down," her father started, "We do not expect your to automatically agree with us, but eventually you will. Do you see that ring on your finger?"
"Yes, Ashiana's ring. I know all about it."
"Or so you think. I take it that you have read the article in Witches Weekly. If so, then you must also know about Oshido's ring. The current holder of that ring is in-fact young Draco Malfoy. The two of you are the true holders of the rings and the powers within them will be shown to all of us tonight as well. Though, there is one thing that we know for certain, Draco is your soul mate, as Oshido was Ashiana's. When they created these rings, they instilled the power for the holders of the rings to act upon their true heart's desire, and because of Draco being your soul mate; he is your heart's desire. It is unavoidable, it will happen eventually, so just try to accept it now."
"How can you say that? You have no idea as to what I'm going through right now! I just-I need some time to think." And with that Hermione ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. She lied (sp?) down on her bed and started weeping into her pillow wondering why this had to happen to her. After ten minutes, Hermione heard a soft knock on her door.
"Hermione? Can I come in?" It was her mother.
" I guess."
" I know that what your father said was a little harsh, but it is true. We will not make you rush into acceptance, but could you at least come to the dinner with us. Who knows what might happen if you don't."
"I guess your right." Hermione dried her tears and continued. "When do we have to leave?"
"Well dinner starts at 7:00, so we can floo over there at five till."
"Did you say floo? We're connected?" *Hmm, maybe this whole mess does have some perks to it!*
Mrs. Granger nodded. "Yes, I did. Why, did you have something in mind?
"Umm. well I was wondering if I could maybe go to Diagon Alley and pick out a nice gown for tonight's dinner."
Happy that Hermione had consented to go to dinner, Mrs. Granger agreed. "I was planning on heading over there myself, I have something there to show you. Before we leave, I thought that you might want to see this." She pulled out a letter from her cloak and handed it to Hermione.
Hermione turned over the letter revealing a Hogwarts seal. She smiled and quickly tore it open. She read through the letter and her list of needed supplies and turned to her mother. "Mom, I made Griffindor prefect!"
"I wouldn't have expected anything less. I'm so proud of you! Now let's take that list, we can get your supplies while we are out today."
"But I promised Harry and Ron that I'd go with them next week." With all of the confusion, she had almost forgotten about them. An expression of guilt washed over her face, which did not go unnoticed by her mother.
"Hermione dear, what's wrong?" *As if I didn't already know.*
"Mom, what's going to happen to them? I know that my fate will make me fight for the dark side, but they have been my only friends for the past five years and I don't want to see them get hurt"
"Well, to be honest, I don't know exactly what will happen. If everything that happens tonight goes as we believe it will, the ring will help you make those decisions. Now let us go get those supplies, you can write to Harry and Ron later and tell them that your mother had you go early."
"Ok, I just hope that you are right. "
A/N: I hope that this makes up for the delay. Seeing that I'm on a roll, so to speak, I'm going to start the next chapter, but I'm going to wait for at least fifteen reviews between the first three chapters, that shouldn't be too hard, seeing as I already have 9. I'm glad you like the story and I'm trying not to leave big cliffhangers but I might have to in the next chapter depending on my mood. (hint, hint: reviews make me happy- happiness can erase cliffhangers) Love you all!
-Mandy
