Chapter 36-Flying
A/N Thank you Firehottie for my 140th review.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
Hermione slid into bed, feeling very tired. The whole day was filled with similar situations as the one that Professor Flitwick had presented her with. Hagrid asked what type of pine trees to get for Christmas, Professor Sprout asked for something that Hermione didn't even know existed, even with her extensive reading. For that Hermione had spent time after classes reading up on. Then she had to ask McGonagall about getting it. She was exhausted and stressed out after just her first day as Headmistress.
Draco slipped beneath the blankets beside her. Hermione was thankful that at least he was still there, the one unchanging object in her mixed-up world. She turned off the lights with a point of her finger, and then, realizing what she had just done, switched it back on the same way. "That's...interesting," Her voice shook slightly. "I'm not using my wand," She murmured to herself, staring at her hand. Draco looked up at her as she flicked the light on and off experimentally.
"Very nice, now, can we sleep?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, sure," Hermione answered distantly. She turned the light off one last time and snuggled up to Draco. His body was warm, his heartbeat regular and his arms comforting. Hermione fell into a troubled sleep quickly.
Draco's POV
Hermione kicked again. Draco shifted for the third time that night so that she would not hurt him. He had a bruised leg from her first round of kicks. The only problem with him just moving himself was that he had always slept with his arms around her and he would shift in his sleep so that he was holding her. He gently talked to her and she settled down. 'Time to do something about this,' he thought. He wouldn't be able to do anything for her if he was asleep on his feet. He walked out onto her balcony and lay on her hammock. Draco watched the stars, thinking that Hermione was so like them in her perfection and beauty (cheesy, I know). He conjured a blanket for himself because he was cold, but couldn't sleep.
The problem was that Hermione was not next to him. Draco ran his fingers through his hair in desperation. He didn't know what to do, anything he did wrong may get him on her bad side and she DID have the power to expel him and he could feel her stress even from outside. Who knew what she would do when she was under so much pressure. Little Dragon joined him and they sat silently under the stars.
About an hour later Draco heard Hermione thrashing in her bed again. He heaved a sigh and left her balcony. He would endure the pain she was inflicting on him, even if it was just to get a little sleep, comfort her a little in his arms, and be there to steady her apparent unease. So he clambered under the covers and drifted off to sleep.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke up. She remembered a little of her dream, but very little. She knew that Harry and Ron had been dueling each other, and that Voldemort was in it, but she couldn't remember any more of the dream. She knew it was important though. She sighed and rolled over to look at Draco. He looked very tired and his blonde hair was tousled, but he was sleeping peacefully. Hermione crawled out of bed, catching sight of the time on her way. It was six thirteen in the morning.
Hermione walked out onto her balcony and stood on the rail. She closed her eyes and felt the wind ruffle her shorts and cool her sweaty face. She put her arms out and pretended that she was the golden eagle that symbolized Ravenclaw. She imagined that she was an eagle that was not the peacekeeper of Earth; an eagle that was not the Headmistress of a school; an eagle that was not the top student in her own school; an eagle that did not know stress. Hermione wished hard, her eyes shut tight against everything that was going on in the world, and her life, especially closed against the stress that had been placed on her sixteen year old shoulders.
Hermione opened her eyes and looked down at the Hogwarts grounds. She was surprised to see a mouse rustling in the grass-or was it a mouse? She looked at her outstretched arms to see that they were now wings, in about a seven-foot span, nearly as long as her fairy wings. She took off, a bit unsteadily at first, but quickly getting the hang of flying. She felt the wind rustle her feathers as she dove and dipped in the dawn-light of the morning and all her troubles and stress disappeared for a time.
Eventually she went back into her room. Draco was gone from her bed and her door was wide open. "Hermione, Hermione, where are you? Hermione?" His voice was sounding frantic and Hermione flew to him, not realizing that she was still in eagle-form. He rushed halfway across the common room then saw her. He stopped so suddenly that he tripped slightly. Hermione looked around her, and then realized that she was still an eagle. She closed her eyes and willed herself into human shape again.
Hermione opened her eyes again and saw Draco staring at her. "Where were you? I was so worried about you I-" Draco stopped blabbering and ran to her, giving her a tight embrace. He seemed reluctant to let her go, but Hermione didn't mind.
"I was flying, but I wasn't out there too long, I wasn't expecting you to wake before seven..." Hermione said as he rained kisses on her face.
"Before seven! Hermione, have you any clue what time it is?! It's eight fifteen!" Hermione stood there in his arms, had she seriously been out there for two hours? But then she snapped back into the present.
"Draco, we have fifteen minutes to get to class! I'm never going to be ready in time!" She screeched, already on the way to her room. Her door slammed shut, but Draco could still hear her shouting to herself, "As if it helps that we have potions first today..."
A/N Thank you Firehottie for my 140th review.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
Hermione slid into bed, feeling very tired. The whole day was filled with similar situations as the one that Professor Flitwick had presented her with. Hagrid asked what type of pine trees to get for Christmas, Professor Sprout asked for something that Hermione didn't even know existed, even with her extensive reading. For that Hermione had spent time after classes reading up on. Then she had to ask McGonagall about getting it. She was exhausted and stressed out after just her first day as Headmistress.
Draco slipped beneath the blankets beside her. Hermione was thankful that at least he was still there, the one unchanging object in her mixed-up world. She turned off the lights with a point of her finger, and then, realizing what she had just done, switched it back on the same way. "That's...interesting," Her voice shook slightly. "I'm not using my wand," She murmured to herself, staring at her hand. Draco looked up at her as she flicked the light on and off experimentally.
"Very nice, now, can we sleep?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, sure," Hermione answered distantly. She turned the light off one last time and snuggled up to Draco. His body was warm, his heartbeat regular and his arms comforting. Hermione fell into a troubled sleep quickly.
Draco's POV
Hermione kicked again. Draco shifted for the third time that night so that she would not hurt him. He had a bruised leg from her first round of kicks. The only problem with him just moving himself was that he had always slept with his arms around her and he would shift in his sleep so that he was holding her. He gently talked to her and she settled down. 'Time to do something about this,' he thought. He wouldn't be able to do anything for her if he was asleep on his feet. He walked out onto her balcony and lay on her hammock. Draco watched the stars, thinking that Hermione was so like them in her perfection and beauty (cheesy, I know). He conjured a blanket for himself because he was cold, but couldn't sleep.
The problem was that Hermione was not next to him. Draco ran his fingers through his hair in desperation. He didn't know what to do, anything he did wrong may get him on her bad side and she DID have the power to expel him and he could feel her stress even from outside. Who knew what she would do when she was under so much pressure. Little Dragon joined him and they sat silently under the stars.
About an hour later Draco heard Hermione thrashing in her bed again. He heaved a sigh and left her balcony. He would endure the pain she was inflicting on him, even if it was just to get a little sleep, comfort her a little in his arms, and be there to steady her apparent unease. So he clambered under the covers and drifted off to sleep.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke up. She remembered a little of her dream, but very little. She knew that Harry and Ron had been dueling each other, and that Voldemort was in it, but she couldn't remember any more of the dream. She knew it was important though. She sighed and rolled over to look at Draco. He looked very tired and his blonde hair was tousled, but he was sleeping peacefully. Hermione crawled out of bed, catching sight of the time on her way. It was six thirteen in the morning.
Hermione walked out onto her balcony and stood on the rail. She closed her eyes and felt the wind ruffle her shorts and cool her sweaty face. She put her arms out and pretended that she was the golden eagle that symbolized Ravenclaw. She imagined that she was an eagle that was not the peacekeeper of Earth; an eagle that was not the Headmistress of a school; an eagle that was not the top student in her own school; an eagle that did not know stress. Hermione wished hard, her eyes shut tight against everything that was going on in the world, and her life, especially closed against the stress that had been placed on her sixteen year old shoulders.
Hermione opened her eyes and looked down at the Hogwarts grounds. She was surprised to see a mouse rustling in the grass-or was it a mouse? She looked at her outstretched arms to see that they were now wings, in about a seven-foot span, nearly as long as her fairy wings. She took off, a bit unsteadily at first, but quickly getting the hang of flying. She felt the wind rustle her feathers as she dove and dipped in the dawn-light of the morning and all her troubles and stress disappeared for a time.
Eventually she went back into her room. Draco was gone from her bed and her door was wide open. "Hermione, Hermione, where are you? Hermione?" His voice was sounding frantic and Hermione flew to him, not realizing that she was still in eagle-form. He rushed halfway across the common room then saw her. He stopped so suddenly that he tripped slightly. Hermione looked around her, and then realized that she was still an eagle. She closed her eyes and willed herself into human shape again.
Hermione opened her eyes again and saw Draco staring at her. "Where were you? I was so worried about you I-" Draco stopped blabbering and ran to her, giving her a tight embrace. He seemed reluctant to let her go, but Hermione didn't mind.
"I was flying, but I wasn't out there too long, I wasn't expecting you to wake before seven..." Hermione said as he rained kisses on her face.
"Before seven! Hermione, have you any clue what time it is?! It's eight fifteen!" Hermione stood there in his arms, had she seriously been out there for two hours? But then she snapped back into the present.
"Draco, we have fifteen minutes to get to class! I'm never going to be ready in time!" She screeched, already on the way to her room. Her door slammed shut, but Draco could still hear her shouting to herself, "As if it helps that we have potions first today..."
