Emma: Look, you're in the A/N again! :D Only because you said "Sex Pistols". I love the Sex Pistols! There will probably be a lot of music mentioned in this story, because I listen to music almost 24-7. Except when I sleep, because the music makes me concentrate on it so I can't. Hope you like the next chapter.
windmaker22: Sorry, but I'm not revealing what's going to happen. Although, I think some bits of it are very easy to guess.
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"Draco!" Sable pounced on the boy, causing the cd wallet she was holding to fall to the ground.
"Ah!" Draco looked up in surprise. "What the hell are you doing?"
Sable looked thoughtful a moment, then grinned and pounced on him again. "Saying hi!"
"Have you turned into Doyle?" Draco laughed softly and finally freed himself.
"Not quite, come on let's go swimming," Sable jumped up, pulling Draco with her.
"What?" Draco frowned. "It'll be freezing! What's with you and swimming lately?"
"It's fun," Sable shrugged. "Nevermind, I wanna show you something!"
"What is it?" Draco asked as she picked up the cd wallet and unzipped it.
"Music," Sable grinned. "Look. I have a lot. The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, The Smashing Pumpkins, Weezer, Cake, Alice in Chains, The Weakerthans, Beulah, and lots more. I made copies or you. Here, take this. They're yours now."
"Mine?" Draco eyed the cds warily. "I don't know..."
"They don't all sound like the Sex Pistols," Sable grinned. "You'll realize that the Sex Pistols are great. Just wait."
"Sure," Draco set the cd wallet aside and lied down on the grass. "Thanks, I guess."
"No problem," Sable lied down beside him. "Draco, why exactly do you and Harry hate each other?"
Draco looked over at Sable a second, before answering. "That's just how it is."
"No," Sable sighed. "You're lying to me."
"Why do you think that?" Draco turned onto his side, cradling his head on his hand.
"Because you are," Sable looked at him. "Nobody hates for no reason. Well, some people do. But you're not that type of person."
"I'm not?" Draco looked up at the dark sky. "Are you so sure about that?"
"Yes," Sable said firmly. "So tell me. I know there's a reason."
"Sable, I have to hate him," Draco sighed. "If I don't, and my father finds out, I don't know what would happen. And besides, Potter and I just don't get along."
"Draco..."
"Just leave it at that," Draco sat up. "Let's go for a walk."
"A walk?" Sable stood up and raised an eyebrow. "What for?"
"Of all the times we've been here, we've never gone farther," Draco shrugged and started walking away. "Come on."
"Okay," Sable grinned and ran to catch up. "Where are we going?"
"There's this little place," Draco glanced at her. "I saw it once when my father was taking me to see Voldemort. I had always wanted to go to it, but I completely forgot about it until today."
"What's this place like?" Sable asked.
"You'll see," Draco smiled, causing Sable to almost trip. "What?"
"You've never smiled," Sable said. "Only smirked. Why?"
"I don't know," Draco shrugged. "Come on, let's run the rest of the way!"
Draco took off, and Sable took a moment to watch him. His lithe body ran smoothly and his pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. The robes he wore fluttered around him gently. Sable laughed and ran after him as fast as she could. Soon the grass grew higher and higher, until it was to their waist. Small animals scampered out of their way as they catapulted through the thick plants, over bushes, under tree branches. They ran until they could barely breathe, and then Draco slowed.
"We're almost there," Draco said when Sable had slowed beside him. "Just behind the grass over there. Be quiet when we get close."
"Why?" Sable whispered, eyeing the grass, which was about two times as tall as them there.
"You'll see," Draco said simply.
The approached the grass slowly. Sable could hear the sound of water trickling on the other side. The stopped as they reached the grass, and Draco parted it gently. Sable's eyes widened at what she saw. There were unicorns, 40 at least, in a large valley with a small river running through it. Young unicorns leaped over the river happily, prancing around and playing with one another. The older ones stood, grazing. One old unicorn was looking straight at Sable and Draco.
"It sees us," Sable whispered softly.
"The adults know we're here," Draco said. "They know we won't do anything. Come on, let's go in."
"What?" Sable looked at Draco, startled.
Draco ignored her question and walked through the grass wall. Sable followed, watching as the alarmed young galloped swiftly to hide behind the adults. The old unicorn watched them steadily. One brave child strutted forward with his head thrown back, baring his teeth at them. One of the elders tramped softly on the ground and the child went back.
"Why don't they run?" Sable asked. "Everyone knows that unicorns don't like being seen."
"Because what are we going to do to them?" Draco looked at her. "They know that if we tried anything they could run us through with their horns, or trample us into the ground. They knew we were coming when we were a mile away. And maybe they remember me."
"Remember you?" Sable looked at him curiously.
"My father caught a unicorn once, he was planning on using its blood for a spell or something. I was young so I don't remember what he wanted it for. It was locked up in a cage and I set it free," Draco pointed at an older unicorn near the left side. "That one, with the chipped horn. It chipped it trying to get out of the cage."
"What did your father do when you set it free?"
"He never found out it was me," Draco shrugged. "I wasn't even supposed to know about the unicorn."
"Oh," Sable nodded.
"Come on, let's sit down under that tree," Draco pointed to a weeping willow tree and walked over to it.
Sable and Draco settled down against the tree trunk. The young unicorns peeped out from behind the older ones, watching the humans suspiciously. Sable reached and let her hand delve into the cold river water. The same bold unicorn from before trotted close, before turning around and fleeing.
"Aw!" Sable grinned as she watched their antics.
"They'll come around," Draco said, lying down on his stomach beside Sable.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the unicorns were romping around as if they weren't there. Sable and Draco watced, talking quietly to each other. The bold one, which they had named Ethenion, had let them stroke his soft mane and back. Sable compared them to horses. They were softer than horses, and more liquid in their movements. Their hooves were cleaved into two toes, and they ahd shaggy hair at their ankles. They seemed wise, and Draco said they communicated with each other through their horns, kind of like telepathy. Then there was of course the horns, which no horse had.
"Come on, we should go back now," Draco stood and helped Sable up.
"Do we have to?" Sable looked at th happily prancing unicorns.
"We can come back tomorrow," Draco said. "And the next day, and the next, and any day after that. But if we stay any longer we might be caught, then we can't come back."
"Okay," Sable nodded and waved to the unicorns, who watched as they left.
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