A/N ** Oh I got some LONG reviews.. yayzz.. those are so fun. Kus I get 2
put nice long replies in to!.
I have decided tho, that due to complaints from my readers, Draco will not be a druggie. I agree with this too actually, now that I think of it drugs would not be very Draco. But yes he'll be a drinker to, cuz me n silver shadow love bad boys.
***Reviewers***
* Silver.shadow * Thank you for posting my first negative review, I was waiting for one. I thought of that too actually tho, the whole hermione being smart and should have figured out the necklace's secrets, thing. But the thing is the necklace, in her past, had never done anything bad to her, it was always helping her, so the necklace warming up, would to her seem like a warning. Plus, I never said the necklace was BAD did I? *grins* But yes, I will talk about that in this chapter.
*Jasmine * Your are amazing. You give me such long fun reviews. Lol. And what happens at Hogwarts? You'll just have to wait and see kus there not gunna go there till maybe next chapter? Hmm I really don't know ill figure it out later. And ok, no drugs for Draco. as I have decided due to complaint. Oh and, yes, hermione is his real daughter, but remember Voldy is the evilest wizard alive, so that would explain the evilness. And oh, all his thoughts? Their gunna make sense later on. I just decided not to tell u guys yet. Everything is gunna link together. Theres a huge plot that Draco and Hermione are completely oblivious to. *grins again* And thank you for telling me that I rock. I feel so special.
* Autumn Malfoy * thank you, and no, never will I give into the *whims* lol, whatever they are. Being original is funner.
To everyone else, you give me a long review with lots of questions n Ill write to u too.
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Draco was awakened by a soft hand touching his cheek.
*Draco, get up, we have to go back to the castle for dinner. * Hermione said.
He got up, and murmured a slight justification to her statement and they walked on.
*Draco, I have been thinking. I think that the weird things going on have something to do with our necklaces. In the past mine has always lit up out of emotion or something. Maybe it's now lighting up to warn me that something is happening to me. *
*Yeah, actually I thought that too. * Draco replied.
They walked back up to the castle, changed their clothes, and went up to dinner.
Dinner was pretty dull that evening though. There was small talk, business between Lucius and Voldemort, and 2 death eaters stopped by to talk to Voldemort in hushed voices. But this seemed to be quite normal.
When they almost finished their dinner Lucius spoke to Hermione
*I have gotten your things, My Lady. The house elves have brought them up to your room.*
She nodded, thanked him and then left the hall to go to her room. She wanted to start reading her new textbooks. But when she got to her room she was extremely surprised.
Her shelves, once empty, were now stocked with so many books. Her closet was packed with new clothes and robes and there was a large stack of parcels on her bed, with a note.
My Lady, your father and I have taken the liberty of making you more at home. We know how much you love to read and learn, so the books can be a gift to you, as well as the clothes. In your parcels, I believe you will find many more things that you will like. We have also taken a withdrawal from the bank for you. You will find it among the parcels. All the best, Lucius Malfoy.
She was amazed. The books on her shelves ranged from topics like charms and transfiguration to Dark Arts and hexes to Knowledge on the past and present of wizards, and etc. I will NEVER be able to read all these she thought, but she knew she would try.
Then she moved on to the parcels. The first one had some schoolbooks in it and then a few more consisted of highly expensive and fine robes, which she thought were beautiful. The next one she opened consisted of a few sets of dress robes. Two in deep purple, One in silver, One black, One red, and one pale blue.
Wow, she thought.
There were also many new sets of potions ingredients, piles of expensive quills and parchment, star maps for astrology, and other random necessary things. Then she stumbled across 4 cloth bags, tied at the top. This must be the withdrawal, she thought. She opened them and gasped. They were FILLED to bursting with galleons, sickles and knuts. She couldn't believe how much money she had. But then she moved on to see if there was anything left
The last parcel had a firebolt in it.
*I don't even know how to fly, * she said aloud.
Then she heard a familiar voice from behind her and she turned, *I can teach you of course. *
It was Draco.
*How long have you been standing there for? * She asked.
*Long enough* was his reply. *So you want to learn how to fly? I can teach you that. Oh, and I was sent up here to tell you that tomorrow you and I are going shopping. *
*What? Don't I have ENOUGH stuff here? *
*No, that's just your school stuff. Tomorrow we shop for anything that we want. Now I am going to go get my broom, I'll be right back. * He left.
While she was waiting for him, she started to examine the broom. It was so perfect looking. And it was hers. Wow, was all she could think.
When he came back, they went outside.
Draco got on his broom, circled for a little while then came back.
*Now, Hermione, you have to get ON the broom. *
She was so reluctant to get on the thing. But he forced her to get on it.
*Now, you have to point the front of it upwards, and kick off the ground all right? *
*But what if I fall? *
*I got you, don't worry. *
She felt only slightly better. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, to prepare for kicking off, but was terrified. She feared falling so badly. But, she gathered up all her strength and courage and kicked off. She immediately regretted this because she had no control over the broom, and was randomly flying about. She would have crashed if Draco hadn't come to her rescue.
*All right, Hermione. How about you ride on the back of my broom for a while to get adjusted. Then we will try you out on your broom again later. *
She got on the back of it, and held his waist a bit tighter then necessary. She was so scared. *I don't want to die* she thought.
But then they took off. At first it was rather terrifying to be on a stick of wood in the air. She kept looking down and grabbing Draco even tighter. But eventually she let loose. Flying really was not that bad, she had to admit. The wind felt good and the feeling of weightlessness and no gravity pulling you down felt even better. She decided she was going to try it on her own.
So, they got down and she got on her broomstick. Draco had made it look so easy. But, however, once she got in the air, steadied herself, and calmed down a bit, it was quite an enjoyable experience. She soared around tree tops and watched Draco dive through the air. He was really good at this. After about an hour they landed on the roof of one of the towers in the mansion. It was flat there, so they could stand and admire the view. Beyond her, she could see mountains, and valleys, rivers and forests, and birds soaring through the air. This got her thinking. *Where the hell am I? Am I even in England? * So she asked Draco.
*Draco, where are we right now anyway? *
*Well, to me it looks like were on top of a tower.*
*No I mean, where is this mansion located? Where is this place? It cant be England. *
*Well, I would tell you but I really don't know. All I am sure of is that it is unplottable, and that the only people who can see or find it have been given permission to do so by Voldemort. *
So really, Hermione could be just about anywhere. The thought actually annoyed her. She didn't like to not know something. She wanted to know where this place was. It was so beautiful.
She sat down to watch the sky. The sun was just going down. It was completely gorgeous.
Draco joined her.
*Draco, * Hermione said, *How can a place so completely devastating, so pure and beautiful, be the home of such an evil? * This was bothering her to. It didn't seem right. All her life she had been expecting Voldemort to live in some foul place. Somewhere disturbing and wasteful with hatred lurking in every corner. Anything, but definitely nothing like this.
He had no response to this. Draco simply shrugged and continued to watch the sunset in a state of bliss.
They sat there for a while, and Hermione kept thinking to herself.
I can't believe I am watching a sunset with Draco Malfoy. But the idea of this didn't seem as horrible as it should have. He really wasn't that bad. He was actually a pretty good guy once you got to know him. He had saved her from falling, hadn't he? And he let her cry on his shoulder. And he showed her those beautiful unicorns.
The sun continued to fall, and a few stars could be seen glowing in the eastern horizon. The river, which flowed into a small lake, was echoing the brightness of the sun, and a reflection of pinks, reds, and warm oranges were dancing around playfully in the water.
For once, at this evil mansion, she felt at home. She wasn't worrying, she wasn't upset, and she wasn't confused. The beauty of the evening seemed to wash away the pain from the past week or so. It was so calming, so peaceful, so exquisite and pure.
*Draco, it is so beautiful. * Said Hermione
He responded, *Yeah, it really is. * She knew he meant it.
He really was human. He was just another normal guy, who watches sunsets and loves to play quidditch. Why had she underestimated him all these years?
*You know, Draco Malfoy, you're really not that bad. I don't know why I've been underestimating you all these years. *
*Well you know what, Hermione Granger? I think you're right. You're not so bad yourself either. * Draco said. Then he added, *You know, we should really be proud of ourselves. *
*And why is that? *
*We have gone for about a week, having to spend time together, without blowing holes through the ceiling with hexes. We haven't even called each other names. *
Hermione smiled at him and laughed. He was right. They should be proud.
He turned again to watch the sunset. But she continued to look at him. His eyes were so beautiful, a pale gray, mixed with an icy green. What made them even more devastating, though, was the way the suns glow shone in his eyes. His almost white, blonde hair fell loosely across his face. And his pale, soft skin made her think of the pure, evanescent night. This soon to be man, her childhood enemy, was really astonishingly handsome. Stunning, even.
And at that moment she felt something, unlike any other feeling. It was like a purpose, a fulfillment. Being with Draco Malfoy felt right.
He turned again to look at her. He saw her staring and smiled.
*Having fun mudblood? * He laughed. It was a joke.
*Oh, you forget * she replied, moving closer, *I am not a mudblood anymore am I? *
*No, I guess you're not* he said with a smile.
*Well then I guess you can't call me that anymore can you? *
*No, but now you can be the smart-ass pureblood. * Draco chuckled lightly.
*Well, that would make you one, too. * Hermione responded. She was only inches from his face. She could feel the warmth of his breath upon her cheeks. His lips were so soft, so welcoming. She wanted to kiss him.
But he got to her first.
So the two of them sat there, upon that tower, kissing. But this time, they were doing it because they wanted to. No outside forces had brought this upon them. That was the true beauty of it.
The sun finally set. When they pulled apart from one another the suns gleam had left his eye, to be replaced by a silver shimmer. The moon was out, reflecting on Draco's eyes. He looked utterly amazing.
*Draco Malfoy, you are completely breathtaking, * was all Hermione could manage to say.
He smiled at her, kissed her again on the cheek, put his arm around her, and they sat to watch the moon twinkling in the darkness with the brilliant stars.
Just as astonishingly breathtaking as the night sky, she thought.
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**A/N** AWW, wasn't that sweet? ::Tear tear:: ::sniff sniff:: I think I'm going to cry. *runs from room hysterically crying. * well not really.
I hate to ruin it for you all, but the perfection is NOT going to last. Oh no, it will not. SO be happy with it while you still can. *grins menacingly*
Well did you like it? Hate it? Did you cry? Haha.. j/k let me know. Review if you love me. Or even if you don't.
-eclipse
I have decided tho, that due to complaints from my readers, Draco will not be a druggie. I agree with this too actually, now that I think of it drugs would not be very Draco. But yes he'll be a drinker to, cuz me n silver shadow love bad boys.
***Reviewers***
* Silver.shadow * Thank you for posting my first negative review, I was waiting for one. I thought of that too actually tho, the whole hermione being smart and should have figured out the necklace's secrets, thing. But the thing is the necklace, in her past, had never done anything bad to her, it was always helping her, so the necklace warming up, would to her seem like a warning. Plus, I never said the necklace was BAD did I? *grins* But yes, I will talk about that in this chapter.
*Jasmine * Your are amazing. You give me such long fun reviews. Lol. And what happens at Hogwarts? You'll just have to wait and see kus there not gunna go there till maybe next chapter? Hmm I really don't know ill figure it out later. And ok, no drugs for Draco. as I have decided due to complaint. Oh and, yes, hermione is his real daughter, but remember Voldy is the evilest wizard alive, so that would explain the evilness. And oh, all his thoughts? Their gunna make sense later on. I just decided not to tell u guys yet. Everything is gunna link together. Theres a huge plot that Draco and Hermione are completely oblivious to. *grins again* And thank you for telling me that I rock. I feel so special.
* Autumn Malfoy * thank you, and no, never will I give into the *whims* lol, whatever they are. Being original is funner.
To everyone else, you give me a long review with lots of questions n Ill write to u too.
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Draco was awakened by a soft hand touching his cheek.
*Draco, get up, we have to go back to the castle for dinner. * Hermione said.
He got up, and murmured a slight justification to her statement and they walked on.
*Draco, I have been thinking. I think that the weird things going on have something to do with our necklaces. In the past mine has always lit up out of emotion or something. Maybe it's now lighting up to warn me that something is happening to me. *
*Yeah, actually I thought that too. * Draco replied.
They walked back up to the castle, changed their clothes, and went up to dinner.
Dinner was pretty dull that evening though. There was small talk, business between Lucius and Voldemort, and 2 death eaters stopped by to talk to Voldemort in hushed voices. But this seemed to be quite normal.
When they almost finished their dinner Lucius spoke to Hermione
*I have gotten your things, My Lady. The house elves have brought them up to your room.*
She nodded, thanked him and then left the hall to go to her room. She wanted to start reading her new textbooks. But when she got to her room she was extremely surprised.
Her shelves, once empty, were now stocked with so many books. Her closet was packed with new clothes and robes and there was a large stack of parcels on her bed, with a note.
My Lady, your father and I have taken the liberty of making you more at home. We know how much you love to read and learn, so the books can be a gift to you, as well as the clothes. In your parcels, I believe you will find many more things that you will like. We have also taken a withdrawal from the bank for you. You will find it among the parcels. All the best, Lucius Malfoy.
She was amazed. The books on her shelves ranged from topics like charms and transfiguration to Dark Arts and hexes to Knowledge on the past and present of wizards, and etc. I will NEVER be able to read all these she thought, but she knew she would try.
Then she moved on to the parcels. The first one had some schoolbooks in it and then a few more consisted of highly expensive and fine robes, which she thought were beautiful. The next one she opened consisted of a few sets of dress robes. Two in deep purple, One in silver, One black, One red, and one pale blue.
Wow, she thought.
There were also many new sets of potions ingredients, piles of expensive quills and parchment, star maps for astrology, and other random necessary things. Then she stumbled across 4 cloth bags, tied at the top. This must be the withdrawal, she thought. She opened them and gasped. They were FILLED to bursting with galleons, sickles and knuts. She couldn't believe how much money she had. But then she moved on to see if there was anything left
The last parcel had a firebolt in it.
*I don't even know how to fly, * she said aloud.
Then she heard a familiar voice from behind her and she turned, *I can teach you of course. *
It was Draco.
*How long have you been standing there for? * She asked.
*Long enough* was his reply. *So you want to learn how to fly? I can teach you that. Oh, and I was sent up here to tell you that tomorrow you and I are going shopping. *
*What? Don't I have ENOUGH stuff here? *
*No, that's just your school stuff. Tomorrow we shop for anything that we want. Now I am going to go get my broom, I'll be right back. * He left.
While she was waiting for him, she started to examine the broom. It was so perfect looking. And it was hers. Wow, was all she could think.
When he came back, they went outside.
Draco got on his broom, circled for a little while then came back.
*Now, Hermione, you have to get ON the broom. *
She was so reluctant to get on the thing. But he forced her to get on it.
*Now, you have to point the front of it upwards, and kick off the ground all right? *
*But what if I fall? *
*I got you, don't worry. *
She felt only slightly better. She planted her feet firmly on the ground, to prepare for kicking off, but was terrified. She feared falling so badly. But, she gathered up all her strength and courage and kicked off. She immediately regretted this because she had no control over the broom, and was randomly flying about. She would have crashed if Draco hadn't come to her rescue.
*All right, Hermione. How about you ride on the back of my broom for a while to get adjusted. Then we will try you out on your broom again later. *
She got on the back of it, and held his waist a bit tighter then necessary. She was so scared. *I don't want to die* she thought.
But then they took off. At first it was rather terrifying to be on a stick of wood in the air. She kept looking down and grabbing Draco even tighter. But eventually she let loose. Flying really was not that bad, she had to admit. The wind felt good and the feeling of weightlessness and no gravity pulling you down felt even better. She decided she was going to try it on her own.
So, they got down and she got on her broomstick. Draco had made it look so easy. But, however, once she got in the air, steadied herself, and calmed down a bit, it was quite an enjoyable experience. She soared around tree tops and watched Draco dive through the air. He was really good at this. After about an hour they landed on the roof of one of the towers in the mansion. It was flat there, so they could stand and admire the view. Beyond her, she could see mountains, and valleys, rivers and forests, and birds soaring through the air. This got her thinking. *Where the hell am I? Am I even in England? * So she asked Draco.
*Draco, where are we right now anyway? *
*Well, to me it looks like were on top of a tower.*
*No I mean, where is this mansion located? Where is this place? It cant be England. *
*Well, I would tell you but I really don't know. All I am sure of is that it is unplottable, and that the only people who can see or find it have been given permission to do so by Voldemort. *
So really, Hermione could be just about anywhere. The thought actually annoyed her. She didn't like to not know something. She wanted to know where this place was. It was so beautiful.
She sat down to watch the sky. The sun was just going down. It was completely gorgeous.
Draco joined her.
*Draco, * Hermione said, *How can a place so completely devastating, so pure and beautiful, be the home of such an evil? * This was bothering her to. It didn't seem right. All her life she had been expecting Voldemort to live in some foul place. Somewhere disturbing and wasteful with hatred lurking in every corner. Anything, but definitely nothing like this.
He had no response to this. Draco simply shrugged and continued to watch the sunset in a state of bliss.
They sat there for a while, and Hermione kept thinking to herself.
I can't believe I am watching a sunset with Draco Malfoy. But the idea of this didn't seem as horrible as it should have. He really wasn't that bad. He was actually a pretty good guy once you got to know him. He had saved her from falling, hadn't he? And he let her cry on his shoulder. And he showed her those beautiful unicorns.
The sun continued to fall, and a few stars could be seen glowing in the eastern horizon. The river, which flowed into a small lake, was echoing the brightness of the sun, and a reflection of pinks, reds, and warm oranges were dancing around playfully in the water.
For once, at this evil mansion, she felt at home. She wasn't worrying, she wasn't upset, and she wasn't confused. The beauty of the evening seemed to wash away the pain from the past week or so. It was so calming, so peaceful, so exquisite and pure.
*Draco, it is so beautiful. * Said Hermione
He responded, *Yeah, it really is. * She knew he meant it.
He really was human. He was just another normal guy, who watches sunsets and loves to play quidditch. Why had she underestimated him all these years?
*You know, Draco Malfoy, you're really not that bad. I don't know why I've been underestimating you all these years. *
*Well you know what, Hermione Granger? I think you're right. You're not so bad yourself either. * Draco said. Then he added, *You know, we should really be proud of ourselves. *
*And why is that? *
*We have gone for about a week, having to spend time together, without blowing holes through the ceiling with hexes. We haven't even called each other names. *
Hermione smiled at him and laughed. He was right. They should be proud.
He turned again to watch the sunset. But she continued to look at him. His eyes were so beautiful, a pale gray, mixed with an icy green. What made them even more devastating, though, was the way the suns glow shone in his eyes. His almost white, blonde hair fell loosely across his face. And his pale, soft skin made her think of the pure, evanescent night. This soon to be man, her childhood enemy, was really astonishingly handsome. Stunning, even.
And at that moment she felt something, unlike any other feeling. It was like a purpose, a fulfillment. Being with Draco Malfoy felt right.
He turned again to look at her. He saw her staring and smiled.
*Having fun mudblood? * He laughed. It was a joke.
*Oh, you forget * she replied, moving closer, *I am not a mudblood anymore am I? *
*No, I guess you're not* he said with a smile.
*Well then I guess you can't call me that anymore can you? *
*No, but now you can be the smart-ass pureblood. * Draco chuckled lightly.
*Well, that would make you one, too. * Hermione responded. She was only inches from his face. She could feel the warmth of his breath upon her cheeks. His lips were so soft, so welcoming. She wanted to kiss him.
But he got to her first.
So the two of them sat there, upon that tower, kissing. But this time, they were doing it because they wanted to. No outside forces had brought this upon them. That was the true beauty of it.
The sun finally set. When they pulled apart from one another the suns gleam had left his eye, to be replaced by a silver shimmer. The moon was out, reflecting on Draco's eyes. He looked utterly amazing.
*Draco Malfoy, you are completely breathtaking, * was all Hermione could manage to say.
He smiled at her, kissed her again on the cheek, put his arm around her, and they sat to watch the moon twinkling in the darkness with the brilliant stars.
Just as astonishingly breathtaking as the night sky, she thought.
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**A/N** AWW, wasn't that sweet? ::Tear tear:: ::sniff sniff:: I think I'm going to cry. *runs from room hysterically crying. * well not really.
I hate to ruin it for you all, but the perfection is NOT going to last. Oh no, it will not. SO be happy with it while you still can. *grins menacingly*
Well did you like it? Hate it? Did you cry? Haha.. j/k let me know. Review if you love me. Or even if you don't.
-eclipse