Chapter Six: Denial
Hermione walked around the large hut they were sharing with Charlie's friends, and of course Charlie.
They were going over dragon history, and Romania's history of dragons.
But this was their day off.
Hermione had another dream; however, she had taken the dreamless sleep potion. It was confusing.
The four from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw left with Charlie earlier to do some extra work; Pansy and lavender went off early as well.
Hermione wasn't sure where Snape and Draco were, but she didn't care.
She kept pacing.
This dream was the worst one yet. It was a true terror, she saw all the souls of the past 'her'(s) crying because she broke their promise.
It was maddening!
Why couldn't she be allowed to find her own way to him? Why did they keep haunting her?
"Granger," a soft deep voice said behind her.
She turned to see a rather wet and shocked Draco Malfoy.
He had apparently gotten out of the shower just moments before.
"I thought you went out with Pansy." He said, shocked.
"I hung back, I needed to think of something."
"What?" he sat down at the table, facing her.
"The dream."
"What dream?" he scowled, "Didn't I tell you to take the potion?"
"I did." She whispered, walking over to the table.
"The potion is designed to stop all dreaming." He lectured.
"I know that." A tear fell on the wooden table, "I even checked it this morning, it's fine, but I dreamed."
"Granger, don't start crying, I don't want one of Weasel's friends to curse me." He stood up and walked over to her.
He kneeled beside her and took her face in his hands, gently.
"What did I say about crying?" he asked as he whipped off her tears with his thumbs, dropping his hands so that she could finish the job.
"'Don't cry for any one else,'" she quoted, "I remember."
"And smiling?" he prompted.
"Smile and only you should be able to break it, I remember." She gave him a teary smile.
"Lets get some air, let me throw on something and we'll walk." He suggested.
She nodded.
He was back quickly with black slacks and a red t-shirt on.
She then took notice of his arms.
She would ask once they were out.
The area around which Charlie worked was a great open area, with parts hidden from all else. Almost like your own area code.
Draco and Hermione walked out to the Tree Lake, as was dubbed by one of the residents.
They sat on a flat stone by the waters edge.
"You dreamed about the past." He accused.
"Our past." Hermione edited.
"Yes." Draco said darkly. "I guess you could say that, what scares you though?"
"I saw them, all of them, dieing and cursing me, crying, saying I'm breaking the promise they died for. Like I'm bloody hell responsible, like I should give up my life and do what is bid of me!" she cursed and threw a rock into the clam lake.
"You needed to get that out." Draco commented.
"Yeah." She looked up at him, "Tell me Malfoy, why does it bother you to see me cry."
"It does because I didn't cause it." His voice had changed.
"You're lying."
"Am not."
"Are too, why? Why do you always comfort me? Why do you act as if you care then lie about it? Why do support those markings proudly?" she pointed at the snakes "Don't tell me I'm the only one against this entire idea!"
"I'M NOT!" he shouted. "I hate this as much as you do. I hate being forced to do something I don't like. And I hate the fact that I'm actually falling for you, willingly." He whispered the last part, and hid his head. "I hate you Granger, but, for some reason seeing you sad hurts, it really hurts, the curtacious isn't so hard." He hit the stone. "Why? I didn't want this any more than you, you're just fighting it better."
"What are we going to do?" she asked the lake.
"Accept fate?" he whispered.
"NO! If I actually am supposed to eventually love you Draco then I want to love you on my own!"
He starred at her. "You said my first name," he whispered.
"Yeah, I mean we are in the same boat together, why don't we just drop the formalities and just deal with this."
"You're faltering too, Hermione," he watched her slight shiver at the use of her name.
"I want to hate you Draco, Caring, liking, or possibly loving, seems, well, unnatural."
"Maybe it's because we are fighting it?" Draco suggested logically.
"Possible, but not likely, I feel in little control."
"I feel more control, so I can't say anything to that."
"Why do you wear them?" she asked after a long pause.
"Hum?" He faced her.
"The snakes." She pointed at his arms, "Have you accepted it?"
"I heard Brown speaking of a moonstone you posses, but won't wear, I guess it's a similar situation, I was given these, and unlike yours, mine is permanent. I can't take it off" he sighed, "If I have to love you, I agree, I want to find you on my own, whoever decided this 'pre-telling' crap should die a horrible death."
Hermione nodded.
"You feeling better?"
"Yeah, thanks for talking this out, Draco."
"I'm glad it's finally water under the bridge. A deal?"
"Sure."
"We ignore the gods, and find our own way, agreed? Screw destiny."
"Agreed," she said with a smile on her face.
"You realize to defy something you must first accept that it is there, then prove your not afraid."
"I," she started, scared at what he was suggesting.
"Just wear the moonstone, think of it as an heirloom, nothing more."
"What about the dreams?"
"Just reoccurring dreams." he said firmly, as if to seal it.
"And tears?"
He looked at her sharply. "No more," he said inches from her face.
She smiled, "No more."
"Only smiles?"
"Only smiles."
"And to love?"
"Is my choice, no one else's, no matter how dietetic they think they are."
"Done, come on let's head back, having us both missing would not be good." He said standing.
"Hug me."
He stopped moving, "What?"
"Hold me hug me, if we are defying destiny, should we embrace it first?" she said logically. "Plus if I have to live with not being near you I want one more hug."
He kneeled and brought her in close.
"Are you sure you aren't falling for me." He whispered, teasing
"I know I am. That's why it's so hard." She whispered back.
The separated after a while "Lets head in." and they walked back.
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AN:
Fluff, Fluff and More Fluff,
Hope you enjoy it.
RELENA
Hermione walked around the large hut they were sharing with Charlie's friends, and of course Charlie.
They were going over dragon history, and Romania's history of dragons.
But this was their day off.
Hermione had another dream; however, she had taken the dreamless sleep potion. It was confusing.
The four from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw left with Charlie earlier to do some extra work; Pansy and lavender went off early as well.
Hermione wasn't sure where Snape and Draco were, but she didn't care.
She kept pacing.
This dream was the worst one yet. It was a true terror, she saw all the souls of the past 'her'(s) crying because she broke their promise.
It was maddening!
Why couldn't she be allowed to find her own way to him? Why did they keep haunting her?
"Granger," a soft deep voice said behind her.
She turned to see a rather wet and shocked Draco Malfoy.
He had apparently gotten out of the shower just moments before.
"I thought you went out with Pansy." He said, shocked.
"I hung back, I needed to think of something."
"What?" he sat down at the table, facing her.
"The dream."
"What dream?" he scowled, "Didn't I tell you to take the potion?"
"I did." She whispered, walking over to the table.
"The potion is designed to stop all dreaming." He lectured.
"I know that." A tear fell on the wooden table, "I even checked it this morning, it's fine, but I dreamed."
"Granger, don't start crying, I don't want one of Weasel's friends to curse me." He stood up and walked over to her.
He kneeled beside her and took her face in his hands, gently.
"What did I say about crying?" he asked as he whipped off her tears with his thumbs, dropping his hands so that she could finish the job.
"'Don't cry for any one else,'" she quoted, "I remember."
"And smiling?" he prompted.
"Smile and only you should be able to break it, I remember." She gave him a teary smile.
"Lets get some air, let me throw on something and we'll walk." He suggested.
She nodded.
He was back quickly with black slacks and a red t-shirt on.
She then took notice of his arms.
She would ask once they were out.
The area around which Charlie worked was a great open area, with parts hidden from all else. Almost like your own area code.
Draco and Hermione walked out to the Tree Lake, as was dubbed by one of the residents.
They sat on a flat stone by the waters edge.
"You dreamed about the past." He accused.
"Our past." Hermione edited.
"Yes." Draco said darkly. "I guess you could say that, what scares you though?"
"I saw them, all of them, dieing and cursing me, crying, saying I'm breaking the promise they died for. Like I'm bloody hell responsible, like I should give up my life and do what is bid of me!" she cursed and threw a rock into the clam lake.
"You needed to get that out." Draco commented.
"Yeah." She looked up at him, "Tell me Malfoy, why does it bother you to see me cry."
"It does because I didn't cause it." His voice had changed.
"You're lying."
"Am not."
"Are too, why? Why do you always comfort me? Why do you act as if you care then lie about it? Why do support those markings proudly?" she pointed at the snakes "Don't tell me I'm the only one against this entire idea!"
"I'M NOT!" he shouted. "I hate this as much as you do. I hate being forced to do something I don't like. And I hate the fact that I'm actually falling for you, willingly." He whispered the last part, and hid his head. "I hate you Granger, but, for some reason seeing you sad hurts, it really hurts, the curtacious isn't so hard." He hit the stone. "Why? I didn't want this any more than you, you're just fighting it better."
"What are we going to do?" she asked the lake.
"Accept fate?" he whispered.
"NO! If I actually am supposed to eventually love you Draco then I want to love you on my own!"
He starred at her. "You said my first name," he whispered.
"Yeah, I mean we are in the same boat together, why don't we just drop the formalities and just deal with this."
"You're faltering too, Hermione," he watched her slight shiver at the use of her name.
"I want to hate you Draco, Caring, liking, or possibly loving, seems, well, unnatural."
"Maybe it's because we are fighting it?" Draco suggested logically.
"Possible, but not likely, I feel in little control."
"I feel more control, so I can't say anything to that."
"Why do you wear them?" she asked after a long pause.
"Hum?" He faced her.
"The snakes." She pointed at his arms, "Have you accepted it?"
"I heard Brown speaking of a moonstone you posses, but won't wear, I guess it's a similar situation, I was given these, and unlike yours, mine is permanent. I can't take it off" he sighed, "If I have to love you, I agree, I want to find you on my own, whoever decided this 'pre-telling' crap should die a horrible death."
Hermione nodded.
"You feeling better?"
"Yeah, thanks for talking this out, Draco."
"I'm glad it's finally water under the bridge. A deal?"
"Sure."
"We ignore the gods, and find our own way, agreed? Screw destiny."
"Agreed," she said with a smile on her face.
"You realize to defy something you must first accept that it is there, then prove your not afraid."
"I," she started, scared at what he was suggesting.
"Just wear the moonstone, think of it as an heirloom, nothing more."
"What about the dreams?"
"Just reoccurring dreams." he said firmly, as if to seal it.
"And tears?"
He looked at her sharply. "No more," he said inches from her face.
She smiled, "No more."
"Only smiles?"
"Only smiles."
"And to love?"
"Is my choice, no one else's, no matter how dietetic they think they are."
"Done, come on let's head back, having us both missing would not be good." He said standing.
"Hug me."
He stopped moving, "What?"
"Hold me hug me, if we are defying destiny, should we embrace it first?" she said logically. "Plus if I have to live with not being near you I want one more hug."
He kneeled and brought her in close.
"Are you sure you aren't falling for me." He whispered, teasing
"I know I am. That's why it's so hard." She whispered back.
The separated after a while "Lets head in." and they walked back.
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AN:
Fluff, Fluff and More Fluff,
Hope you enjoy it.
RELENA