Chapter 14-In Hagrid's Hut
A/N sorry this took so long to get up (I am stuck, so I am not getting my usual 2-3 a day), oh well, you guys only had to wait a day or two. Oh, and to you all who are confused by the prophecies, a) they were written to be confusing, and b) I may change them at some point so that they rhyme, not that this is of any relevance, I just thought that you might like to know. I'm also sorry, but this chapter is rather short by my standards, oh well. Now, the story continues.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
After dinner Draco and Hermione walked out to the lake. Harry and Ron were still in the Great Hall, stuffing their faces. Hermione sat on a flat rock beside the lake and peered into the depths. Draco came and sat beside her on the rock and pulled her onto his lap. Into her ear he whispered, "What are you thinking about, love?"
"How am I going to explain the prophecies to Ron and Harry?" Hermione turned to Draco. Her eyes were deep pools of black in the moonlight.
Draco held her closer and whispered into her hair, "I don't know, but we'll think of something, trust me."
"I already do, I already do," Hermione said, turning slightly to look him straight in the eye. He pulled her into a passionate kiss, but they were interrupted by a cough from somewhere behind them.
"Stick out your tongues please, Malfoy, I do believe I told you that if I ever caught you two kissing again that I would personally cut out your tongues," Ron said, and even in the moonlight you could see the twinkle in his eye, quite unlike Hermione's eyes, which in any other light would have shown the evil glint.
"Only if I can stick it out in his mouth," She answered, eying Draco appreciatively. Ron looked disgusted.
"Okay, never mind then, shall we go to Hagrid's now?" Ron said. He obviously didn't want to see that happen any time soon.
They walked to Hagrid's hut chatting like old friends, as if Draco had been in the gang the whole other four years. Hermione knocked on Hagrid's door when they got there and Hagrid opened the door, ushering them inside. Upon seeing Draco he narrowed his eyes and growled, "Why is he here, Hermione?" putting an emphasis on he and never taking his narrowed eyes off of Draco.
"Well, Hagrid, he is my boyfriend," and she added in an undertone, "So be nice." The other three fifth-years heard this comment and started giggling. Hermione glared at all of them, hands on hips, but could barely stop herself from smiling. They saw this and started laughing harder. Finally Hermione joined the boys in their laughter.
When they settled down Hermione stood up. "Okay, well, I don't exactly know how to say this, so I won't beat around the bush. I am the heir of Ravenclaw. Draco is the heir of Slytherin. We are still searching for the heirs of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor to help. Draco and the other heirs are to help me kill Lord Voldemort. Dumbledore has read us two prophecies. The first was mainly about me killing the Dark Lord with the Sword of Knowledge and help of the other two heirs. The second was more confusing, but we think it meant that the heir of Hufflepuff would carry the Sword of Life into the war, and the heir of Gryffindor would carry the Sword of Light into the war. Then there was something about the other three heirs dying, but still living in the end. All we know is that I am the only girl heir, all the others are guys," and then, turning to Draco, "I think that covers most of it." Draco nodded as she came and sat down in his lap.
The other three in the hut just stared at Hermione and Draco. This had all happened very quickly, and all of them were very confused. Harry regained his senses first and stuttered, "W-when is the war?" Hermione told him that it was on Draco's sixteenth birthday, January the eleventh, a Saturday (A/N hehee, that's my birthday!).
Hermione looked at her watch. "Shoot, Harry, Ron, you two have seven minutes to get to the castle," they looked alarmed, and so everyone said their good nights to Hagrid and left quickly. Hermione told Harry and Ron to go on ahead and that they would talk to them tomorrow. When they were gone she and Draco went back to the rock by the lake. The two lay side by side, looking up at the stars. Hermione broke the silence. "I love you Draco."
"I love you too, Hermione, let's go back now, I'm tired," Hermione snorted, they hadn't been up that long, but before she could protest, she yawned and reluctantly walked back to the castle, with Draco's arm around her waist.
A/N sorry this took so long to get up (I am stuck, so I am not getting my usual 2-3 a day), oh well, you guys only had to wait a day or two. Oh, and to you all who are confused by the prophecies, a) they were written to be confusing, and b) I may change them at some point so that they rhyme, not that this is of any relevance, I just thought that you might like to know. I'm also sorry, but this chapter is rather short by my standards, oh well. Now, the story continues.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
After dinner Draco and Hermione walked out to the lake. Harry and Ron were still in the Great Hall, stuffing their faces. Hermione sat on a flat rock beside the lake and peered into the depths. Draco came and sat beside her on the rock and pulled her onto his lap. Into her ear he whispered, "What are you thinking about, love?"
"How am I going to explain the prophecies to Ron and Harry?" Hermione turned to Draco. Her eyes were deep pools of black in the moonlight.
Draco held her closer and whispered into her hair, "I don't know, but we'll think of something, trust me."
"I already do, I already do," Hermione said, turning slightly to look him straight in the eye. He pulled her into a passionate kiss, but they were interrupted by a cough from somewhere behind them.
"Stick out your tongues please, Malfoy, I do believe I told you that if I ever caught you two kissing again that I would personally cut out your tongues," Ron said, and even in the moonlight you could see the twinkle in his eye, quite unlike Hermione's eyes, which in any other light would have shown the evil glint.
"Only if I can stick it out in his mouth," She answered, eying Draco appreciatively. Ron looked disgusted.
"Okay, never mind then, shall we go to Hagrid's now?" Ron said. He obviously didn't want to see that happen any time soon.
They walked to Hagrid's hut chatting like old friends, as if Draco had been in the gang the whole other four years. Hermione knocked on Hagrid's door when they got there and Hagrid opened the door, ushering them inside. Upon seeing Draco he narrowed his eyes and growled, "Why is he here, Hermione?" putting an emphasis on he and never taking his narrowed eyes off of Draco.
"Well, Hagrid, he is my boyfriend," and she added in an undertone, "So be nice." The other three fifth-years heard this comment and started giggling. Hermione glared at all of them, hands on hips, but could barely stop herself from smiling. They saw this and started laughing harder. Finally Hermione joined the boys in their laughter.
When they settled down Hermione stood up. "Okay, well, I don't exactly know how to say this, so I won't beat around the bush. I am the heir of Ravenclaw. Draco is the heir of Slytherin. We are still searching for the heirs of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor to help. Draco and the other heirs are to help me kill Lord Voldemort. Dumbledore has read us two prophecies. The first was mainly about me killing the Dark Lord with the Sword of Knowledge and help of the other two heirs. The second was more confusing, but we think it meant that the heir of Hufflepuff would carry the Sword of Life into the war, and the heir of Gryffindor would carry the Sword of Light into the war. Then there was something about the other three heirs dying, but still living in the end. All we know is that I am the only girl heir, all the others are guys," and then, turning to Draco, "I think that covers most of it." Draco nodded as she came and sat down in his lap.
The other three in the hut just stared at Hermione and Draco. This had all happened very quickly, and all of them were very confused. Harry regained his senses first and stuttered, "W-when is the war?" Hermione told him that it was on Draco's sixteenth birthday, January the eleventh, a Saturday (A/N hehee, that's my birthday!).
Hermione looked at her watch. "Shoot, Harry, Ron, you two have seven minutes to get to the castle," they looked alarmed, and so everyone said their good nights to Hagrid and left quickly. Hermione told Harry and Ron to go on ahead and that they would talk to them tomorrow. When they were gone she and Draco went back to the rock by the lake. The two lay side by side, looking up at the stars. Hermione broke the silence. "I love you Draco."
"I love you too, Hermione, let's go back now, I'm tired," Hermione snorted, they hadn't been up that long, but before she could protest, she yawned and reluctantly walked back to the castle, with Draco's arm around her waist.
