Chapter 29-Back At Last
A/N Thank you anonymous reviewer that goes by 't baby' for my seventieth review and another thanks for my other anonymous reviewer that goes by Anonimous for my eightieth review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Hermione awoke with a start. She remembered her dream perfectly, down to every last detail. She knew what she had to do. She slid silently out of her bed and out onto her balcony, assuming that Draco's door would either be rigged with alarms to wake him up upon her entry, or thousands of locking spells that would take forever to break. She crouched on her balcony and with a last thought of 'Didn't I say that I would never do this again?' slid one of her baby-blue-cloud-with-lions-under-the-rainbows-on- the-clouds socked feet onto his balcony (A/N if that didn't make any sense, her socks are baby blue, with clouds that have rainbows above them. On the clouds, under the rainbows are lions. Still not making sense? Imagine her PJ's with lions standing under the rainbows on the clouds. Got it? Good). She gently shifted her weight and her socked foot that was on her balcony slipped. She yelped and bit back a scream as she fell from her precarious position between the balconies. Her last thought was 'I am sorry that I couldn't save you, Draco, and I love you.'
Draco's POV
Draco lay on his bed in his boxers, thinking. He was sure that he had heard something moving on his balcony, 'Probably Granger again, she can't take her eyes off me. I know that I'm hot, but seriously, Know It All Granger. She probably came to serenade me again,' at this he chuckled out loud. Then he heard a yelp from his balcony. He climbed under his blankets and prepared himself for sleep. But sleep wouldn't be granted to him.
Author's POV
She sits back in her chair, thinking how evil and fun it would be to stop here. Hears yelling in the distance. She listens closely. She can now make out words, "Stop using your POV, get us to Hermione, what happens, is she dead? Quit stalling and write already!" Author gulps, and then starts writing, before her fans can get to her and kill her for stalling. Sorry, had to make you guys wait. *Laughs evilly until she chokes on her own spit* 'Serves me write, stalling my fans like that, oh, that's what I should be doing, writing. Anyways...
Hermione's POV
She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain...and possibly death. She was falling very slowly it seemed. She opened her eyes and noticed that it didn't just seem that way; she really was falling slowly. She slowly came to a stop and she looked at her feet, noticing for the first time that there was a solid cloud-shaped thing below her. Once she had stopped she slowly started to rise, and she rose until she was level with her and Draco's balcony railings. She stepped onto Draco's balcony and the cloud vanished. She was slightly mad that Dumbledore wouldn't trust the prefects to their own balconies. Probably anyone falling, from anywhere, would be stopped by a cloud like she had been. Unfortunately she couldn't be very angry, it had saved her life.
Anyway, she needed to get down to business, rescuing Draco from whatever he was in. She slid inside her mind and once again, held her magic in her palms. She shifted her hands and found the notes that would restore his memory. She opened her fingers and her magic slid through them, now colder than ice. She retreated from herself and opened her eyes. She looked at the door to his room from his balcony, wide open to the warm autumn night, and slid in silently, after placing silencing spells on her socks.
She slid over to the bed, marveling that although Draco was lying wide- awake on his bed he hadn't taken note of her entry. She stood up beside his bed and he finally seemed to notice her. "What the-" the rest of his sentence was cut off as Hermione sand a note, high and clear, the one that had stopped everyone in their tracks during the battle. He lay still, but his eyes were flashing dangerously. Gently Hermione placed a hand to his forehead, and changed her note. This one was higher than ever and barely audibly. Slowly she slipped into a lower note and then quickly to the high one again. Then she took her hand away and looked at Draco, hoping that it had worked, searching for a reaction in his storm cloud eyes.
Draco's POV
What the heck did Granger think she was doing, slipping into his room without his permission! "What the-" He started, but Granger cut him off by singing. It was a high clear note, and he couldn't move any longer. He was getting angry, he wanted to throw her out of his room, but he couldn't get anywhere near her, he couldn't move at all, he couldn't even blink for Heaven's sake. Gently she placed a hand on his forehead 'Eeeewww, get the Know It All off of me' and sang a few more notes. Suddenly she stopped singing and he saw his 'Mione standing there, searching for a reaction, eyes wide with hope and love. He stood up and grabbed her in his strong arms, swinging her in a circle, and then he stopped and held her close. She seemed slightly surprised, but got over it quickly when he placed his lips lightly on hers. He set her back on the ground and she put her arms around his neck and he pulled away for a minute. "I'm sorry about the way I acted, but I wasn't in control of my actions. I was brought in front of Voldemort and he gave me a potion, and then-"
"Shhh, it's all over now," Hermione said, placing a finger upon his lips to silence him, and then pulling him close again. He leaned down to her and brushed his lips against her forehead, then her closed eyelids, down further to the tip of her nose, and finally coming to rest on her lips, and they stood there for a few minutes as they kissed passionately.
Then they went into the common room to read a book, seeing as how both knew that neither of them would be able to get to sleep after what had happened that night. Draco explained to her that he had been brought in front of Voldemort. He and his Deatheaters had tried to give him the Dark Mark, but they couldn't. In the end they had given him a potion so that he would never remember falling in love with her. The reason of this was to get her to not like him anymore, so that then they could finally place the Dark Mark on his arm. Then they had sent him back so that he could do his job, but thankfully Hermione had found a way to get him back.
After this explanation Hermione told him of her dream and after that they read on Draco's couch with Hermione lying on top of Draco holding the book they were reading. A few hours later the book began to droop in Hermione's grip on it and he knew that she was going to sleep. His eyelids had felt weighted for the past hour and now that Hermione was asleep and they were back together he could sleep in peace. It was in this position that Terry and Susan found them in the next morning.
A/N
kd: I assumed Terry Boot was a boy. I suppose s/he could be either sex. I'm just gonna say that he's a boy though, OK? ;)~
A/N Thank you anonymous reviewer that goes by 't baby' for my seventieth review and another thanks for my other anonymous reviewer that goes by Anonimous for my eightieth review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Hermione awoke with a start. She remembered her dream perfectly, down to every last detail. She knew what she had to do. She slid silently out of her bed and out onto her balcony, assuming that Draco's door would either be rigged with alarms to wake him up upon her entry, or thousands of locking spells that would take forever to break. She crouched on her balcony and with a last thought of 'Didn't I say that I would never do this again?' slid one of her baby-blue-cloud-with-lions-under-the-rainbows-on- the-clouds socked feet onto his balcony (A/N if that didn't make any sense, her socks are baby blue, with clouds that have rainbows above them. On the clouds, under the rainbows are lions. Still not making sense? Imagine her PJ's with lions standing under the rainbows on the clouds. Got it? Good). She gently shifted her weight and her socked foot that was on her balcony slipped. She yelped and bit back a scream as she fell from her precarious position between the balconies. Her last thought was 'I am sorry that I couldn't save you, Draco, and I love you.'
Draco's POV
Draco lay on his bed in his boxers, thinking. He was sure that he had heard something moving on his balcony, 'Probably Granger again, she can't take her eyes off me. I know that I'm hot, but seriously, Know It All Granger. She probably came to serenade me again,' at this he chuckled out loud. Then he heard a yelp from his balcony. He climbed under his blankets and prepared himself for sleep. But sleep wouldn't be granted to him.
Author's POV
She sits back in her chair, thinking how evil and fun it would be to stop here. Hears yelling in the distance. She listens closely. She can now make out words, "Stop using your POV, get us to Hermione, what happens, is she dead? Quit stalling and write already!" Author gulps, and then starts writing, before her fans can get to her and kill her for stalling. Sorry, had to make you guys wait. *Laughs evilly until she chokes on her own spit* 'Serves me write, stalling my fans like that, oh, that's what I should be doing, writing. Anyways...
Hermione's POV
She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain...and possibly death. She was falling very slowly it seemed. She opened her eyes and noticed that it didn't just seem that way; she really was falling slowly. She slowly came to a stop and she looked at her feet, noticing for the first time that there was a solid cloud-shaped thing below her. Once she had stopped she slowly started to rise, and she rose until she was level with her and Draco's balcony railings. She stepped onto Draco's balcony and the cloud vanished. She was slightly mad that Dumbledore wouldn't trust the prefects to their own balconies. Probably anyone falling, from anywhere, would be stopped by a cloud like she had been. Unfortunately she couldn't be very angry, it had saved her life.
Anyway, she needed to get down to business, rescuing Draco from whatever he was in. She slid inside her mind and once again, held her magic in her palms. She shifted her hands and found the notes that would restore his memory. She opened her fingers and her magic slid through them, now colder than ice. She retreated from herself and opened her eyes. She looked at the door to his room from his balcony, wide open to the warm autumn night, and slid in silently, after placing silencing spells on her socks.
She slid over to the bed, marveling that although Draco was lying wide- awake on his bed he hadn't taken note of her entry. She stood up beside his bed and he finally seemed to notice her. "What the-" the rest of his sentence was cut off as Hermione sand a note, high and clear, the one that had stopped everyone in their tracks during the battle. He lay still, but his eyes were flashing dangerously. Gently Hermione placed a hand to his forehead, and changed her note. This one was higher than ever and barely audibly. Slowly she slipped into a lower note and then quickly to the high one again. Then she took her hand away and looked at Draco, hoping that it had worked, searching for a reaction in his storm cloud eyes.
Draco's POV
What the heck did Granger think she was doing, slipping into his room without his permission! "What the-" He started, but Granger cut him off by singing. It was a high clear note, and he couldn't move any longer. He was getting angry, he wanted to throw her out of his room, but he couldn't get anywhere near her, he couldn't move at all, he couldn't even blink for Heaven's sake. Gently she placed a hand on his forehead 'Eeeewww, get the Know It All off of me' and sang a few more notes. Suddenly she stopped singing and he saw his 'Mione standing there, searching for a reaction, eyes wide with hope and love. He stood up and grabbed her in his strong arms, swinging her in a circle, and then he stopped and held her close. She seemed slightly surprised, but got over it quickly when he placed his lips lightly on hers. He set her back on the ground and she put her arms around his neck and he pulled away for a minute. "I'm sorry about the way I acted, but I wasn't in control of my actions. I was brought in front of Voldemort and he gave me a potion, and then-"
"Shhh, it's all over now," Hermione said, placing a finger upon his lips to silence him, and then pulling him close again. He leaned down to her and brushed his lips against her forehead, then her closed eyelids, down further to the tip of her nose, and finally coming to rest on her lips, and they stood there for a few minutes as they kissed passionately.
Then they went into the common room to read a book, seeing as how both knew that neither of them would be able to get to sleep after what had happened that night. Draco explained to her that he had been brought in front of Voldemort. He and his Deatheaters had tried to give him the Dark Mark, but they couldn't. In the end they had given him a potion so that he would never remember falling in love with her. The reason of this was to get her to not like him anymore, so that then they could finally place the Dark Mark on his arm. Then they had sent him back so that he could do his job, but thankfully Hermione had found a way to get him back.
After this explanation Hermione told him of her dream and after that they read on Draco's couch with Hermione lying on top of Draco holding the book they were reading. A few hours later the book began to droop in Hermione's grip on it and he knew that she was going to sleep. His eyelids had felt weighted for the past hour and now that Hermione was asleep and they were back together he could sleep in peace. It was in this position that Terry and Susan found them in the next morning.
A/N
kd: I assumed Terry Boot was a boy. I suppose s/he could be either sex. I'm just gonna say that he's a boy though, OK? ;)~
