Campiongal's When Stars Collide
Chapter 7: When it falls, It's hard
9-1-03 Read and Enjoy!
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Draco had a blank face as he walked Hermione up towards their Prefect apartments, his arm tight around her, rushing her through the hallways.
Hermione swerved around and pushed her hands to his chest, hard, stopping him dead in his tracks. "Draco..." Her hands fell limply to her sides. "Ok. I realize you are worried about everything going on with Lissa, and with us still not knowing our position in all of this.. But REALLY!" She sighed and sat down in front of him, running her hands through her hair.
Draco blinked a few times then sat down next to her, watching as she drew up her knees protectively, resting her head gently on them. "I know it's not fair to you, love..." He sighed, stretching his legs out, resting his hands behind him. "... But I just can't let you be walking around... with all this commotion. It doesn't seem right anymore... It just doesn't. It seems to me that our biggest threat is being alone... and that's also the only thing I can control ..."
Hermione nodded only slightly, her eyes closed. "I just... let's get it all done with now, can't we. Just have everything over? Just... not go back to the way things were... but keep the good, and get back what we once had? Like... just... feeling safe here.. .After that attack on Lissa... we don't know what we are dealing with... and I can't say I feel very safe myself."
Draco stood, lifting her up and pulling her up to him. "Trust me. I know exactly what you mean... I just want you to promise me you will stay out of it this time..."
Hermione seemed to struggle a bit before saying anything. "I have to help. I can't stay out of it."
Draco shook his head, pulling her up in his arms tightly. "You have to."
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Blaise sat on his bed, watching smugly as Aidan decided what he should do with some of his things in his room. "It's so damn messy in here!" Aidan walked around, tossing a few of his clothes away, not sure if they were clean or not. "NOT FAIR!" He looked closer at his room check sheet. "9 bloody points?! What the bleeding hell is wrong with them!?"
Blaise continued with his smug look, watching Aidan closely. "Well, you see, I can't complain. I got the full ten points...."
Aidan seethed at this, prepared to pounce on Blaise at any moment. "Today YOU gave out the points! You ruddy little bastard!"
Blaise jumped away as Aidan's body plummeted towards the bed. "You know... your only making this place messier...."
"Pre. Pare. To. Die.!" Aidan lept further across the room. This would keep many awake the rest of the evening.
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Ginny was happy. Almost too happy at the moment. It was as if her body was being pulled... somewhere... but... She was doing the walking, wasn't she?! She was doing the thinking... but.. It felt so...
Ginny's thoughts were slowly fading in and out as she walked through a corridor she couldn't recall passing through before this. It was different. The ceilings were lower... not above her head... but at about eight feet... not like any others. They had etchings on the ceiling also. She could remember some of those from somewhere but...
Then there was someone ahead in the shadows, someone with... what was that... a knife.. No.. Yes... she wasn't sure, her thoughts were becoming more fuzzy by the moment... but she didn't seem to be finding any trouble walking...
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Ron was headed back to the dorms to see Harry a bit and complain about Draco some more. While he and the other boy were sincere, Ron didn't ever think he could completely change his opinion of the boy around.
Harry was walking towards him, a frantic look in his eyes. When the two's eyes finally met, Harry's seemed a bit panicked, and there was a light mist of sweat covering his body.
"Harry... Harry are you alright...?" Ron seemed sympathetic, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders to steady him. "Was is... was it.... Sirius.. .a dream?" Rom knew Harry was super resistant to talk about that but... in a way.. .he knew Harry would need to open up sometime.
Harry's head shook, and so did his body.
"Voldemort!? Is.. .what happened!?"
But again Harry shook his head vigorously, only muttering two other words. "Draco. Find." And Ron knew it was starting again.
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Draco was a bit angry at that point. After going back to his room after escorting Hermione he had found a few first year Gryffindors poking around the Prefects apartments. 'We don't bloody need another set of pranksters around here... those Weasley's cause us enough trouble...' He took out his cauldron and was about to mix a few practice brews when a loud knock banged at his door. 'Dammit.'
He slowly got up and went to the door. Hermione stood there, in her bed clothes and a robe, a sad look on her face. He didn't need say anything, she just walked (pushed, rather) her way further into the bedroom, plopping down onto the bed.
Draco shut the door and went over to his desk, corking the ingredients and pushing the smaller sized cauldron back so that it wouldn't get tipped over. "What's up?"
"WHAT"S UP?!" Hermione sighed, rather loudly, wishing she hadn't... even the prefect dorms had rules about boys and girls in the same rooms. "I... I can't explain it. It's like something rather large went and sat on my head, and now I can't concentrate on my homework because I'm too fixated on what you were talking about earlier and I have no clue what to do because I can't just abandon my friends, but I'm not about to ignore what you said either and it's all too much!"
Draco blinked, Hermione finally took a few deep breaths and continued to sprawl out on his bed, taking up all the space.
"Maybe... sleep would help!?" Draco smiled.
"Hermione sat up and glared at him. "SLEEP!? How in the world am I supposed to sleep?! I have a whole poem memorization due tomorrow.. 40 lines at least, and then 100 lines the next! TWO POEMS!? Who ever decided to offer a Literature class here anyways?! IT's a Magic School!?"
Draco just sighed and nodded. Apparently this was a 'I'm-a-girl-now- shut-up-and-let-me-talk' fest. And She had chosen him for this Festivity. "Well, I can listen if you like."
Finally she smiled him that wonderful, beautiful smile so rare. "Yeah.. .I guess I could!" She tore a book out of her pocket, and shoved it in his hands. "Page 37."
He nodded dutifully, and smiled for her to begin.
"I'm just going to do the parts I tend to forget, that ok?"
He nodded again.
"Alright, here I go." She stood, and began:
"But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of those far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul,
Of the Beautiful-"
But Hermione was cut off by Draco's mouth upon hers, softly but with passion. His hands gently tangles in her hair, holding her head up to his, puling her close to him. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself deeper into the kiss, softening into him.
And then, they did it again. Ron and Harry practically bounded into the room, nearly running into the desks and shelves. Draco and Hermione broke apart that instant, falling onto the bed. "Do they have some sort of built in radar's or something?" Draco looked annoyed. That was the best kiss they had shared in a long while.
Ron lept ahead, harry wrapping his hands around Harry's chest to prevent him from leaping any further. "Why you dirty little... GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER! She's not a piece of ass!"
Every one looked more annoyed at Ron than anything. Especially Harry. "RON! Settle down!" His voice boomed, but not in anger, more in urgency. A hollow voice that was rushed. All attention beamed to him, even Draco's, who seemed to look as if he would much rather be out the window.
"What is it? A dream? Voldemort? Sirius...?" The last word was said quietly, as if she was herself still keeping the death privately inside her.
Harry's head shook vigorously. "No. A vision... it was a girl, and she had some sort of gashes on her arms... like the one Lissa had on her leg last year... We need to get to her, but you two are the only one's who know where to find her." His voice was calm and clear, yet desperate.
Draco lept up and grabbed his cloak, along with an extra one to replace Hermione's robe which had been partially shrugged off her shoulders now. "Let's go."
And they were out.
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OK~ Yay! A Chapter! I will be updating every Wednesday now, I hope. Tuesday's or Wednesday's are looking like the best times for updates, so please watch for them then! OH! And.. Mmm... YEAH! That poem, is lines 27- 33 of Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. Enjoyous.
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Draco had a blank face as he walked Hermione up towards their Prefect apartments, his arm tight around her, rushing her through the hallways.
Hermione swerved around and pushed her hands to his chest, hard, stopping him dead in his tracks. "Draco..." Her hands fell limply to her sides. "Ok. I realize you are worried about everything going on with Lissa, and with us still not knowing our position in all of this.. But REALLY!" She sighed and sat down in front of him, running her hands through her hair.
Draco blinked a few times then sat down next to her, watching as she drew up her knees protectively, resting her head gently on them. "I know it's not fair to you, love..." He sighed, stretching his legs out, resting his hands behind him. "... But I just can't let you be walking around... with all this commotion. It doesn't seem right anymore... It just doesn't. It seems to me that our biggest threat is being alone... and that's also the only thing I can control ..."
Hermione nodded only slightly, her eyes closed. "I just... let's get it all done with now, can't we. Just have everything over? Just... not go back to the way things were... but keep the good, and get back what we once had? Like... just... feeling safe here.. .After that attack on Lissa... we don't know what we are dealing with... and I can't say I feel very safe myself."
Draco stood, lifting her up and pulling her up to him. "Trust me. I know exactly what you mean... I just want you to promise me you will stay out of it this time..."
Hermione seemed to struggle a bit before saying anything. "I have to help. I can't stay out of it."
Draco shook his head, pulling her up in his arms tightly. "You have to."
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Blaise sat on his bed, watching smugly as Aidan decided what he should do with some of his things in his room. "It's so damn messy in here!" Aidan walked around, tossing a few of his clothes away, not sure if they were clean or not. "NOT FAIR!" He looked closer at his room check sheet. "9 bloody points?! What the bleeding hell is wrong with them!?"
Blaise continued with his smug look, watching Aidan closely. "Well, you see, I can't complain. I got the full ten points...."
Aidan seethed at this, prepared to pounce on Blaise at any moment. "Today YOU gave out the points! You ruddy little bastard!"
Blaise jumped away as Aidan's body plummeted towards the bed. "You know... your only making this place messier...."
"Pre. Pare. To. Die.!" Aidan lept further across the room. This would keep many awake the rest of the evening.
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Ginny was happy. Almost too happy at the moment. It was as if her body was being pulled... somewhere... but... She was doing the walking, wasn't she?! She was doing the thinking... but.. It felt so...
Ginny's thoughts were slowly fading in and out as she walked through a corridor she couldn't recall passing through before this. It was different. The ceilings were lower... not above her head... but at about eight feet... not like any others. They had etchings on the ceiling also. She could remember some of those from somewhere but...
Then there was someone ahead in the shadows, someone with... what was that... a knife.. No.. Yes... she wasn't sure, her thoughts were becoming more fuzzy by the moment... but she didn't seem to be finding any trouble walking...
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Ron was headed back to the dorms to see Harry a bit and complain about Draco some more. While he and the other boy were sincere, Ron didn't ever think he could completely change his opinion of the boy around.
Harry was walking towards him, a frantic look in his eyes. When the two's eyes finally met, Harry's seemed a bit panicked, and there was a light mist of sweat covering his body.
"Harry... Harry are you alright...?" Ron seemed sympathetic, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders to steady him. "Was is... was it.... Sirius.. .a dream?" Rom knew Harry was super resistant to talk about that but... in a way.. .he knew Harry would need to open up sometime.
Harry's head shook, and so did his body.
"Voldemort!? Is.. .what happened!?"
But again Harry shook his head vigorously, only muttering two other words. "Draco. Find." And Ron knew it was starting again.
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Draco was a bit angry at that point. After going back to his room after escorting Hermione he had found a few first year Gryffindors poking around the Prefects apartments. 'We don't bloody need another set of pranksters around here... those Weasley's cause us enough trouble...' He took out his cauldron and was about to mix a few practice brews when a loud knock banged at his door. 'Dammit.'
He slowly got up and went to the door. Hermione stood there, in her bed clothes and a robe, a sad look on her face. He didn't need say anything, she just walked (pushed, rather) her way further into the bedroom, plopping down onto the bed.
Draco shut the door and went over to his desk, corking the ingredients and pushing the smaller sized cauldron back so that it wouldn't get tipped over. "What's up?"
"WHAT"S UP?!" Hermione sighed, rather loudly, wishing she hadn't... even the prefect dorms had rules about boys and girls in the same rooms. "I... I can't explain it. It's like something rather large went and sat on my head, and now I can't concentrate on my homework because I'm too fixated on what you were talking about earlier and I have no clue what to do because I can't just abandon my friends, but I'm not about to ignore what you said either and it's all too much!"
Draco blinked, Hermione finally took a few deep breaths and continued to sprawl out on his bed, taking up all the space.
"Maybe... sleep would help!?" Draco smiled.
"Hermione sat up and glared at him. "SLEEP!? How in the world am I supposed to sleep?! I have a whole poem memorization due tomorrow.. 40 lines at least, and then 100 lines the next! TWO POEMS!? Who ever decided to offer a Literature class here anyways?! IT's a Magic School!?"
Draco just sighed and nodded. Apparently this was a 'I'm-a-girl-now- shut-up-and-let-me-talk' fest. And She had chosen him for this Festivity. "Well, I can listen if you like."
Finally she smiled him that wonderful, beautiful smile so rare. "Yeah.. .I guess I could!" She tore a book out of her pocket, and shoved it in his hands. "Page 37."
He nodded dutifully, and smiled for her to begin.
"I'm just going to do the parts I tend to forget, that ok?"
He nodded again.
"Alright, here I go." She stood, and began:
"But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of those far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul,
Of the Beautiful-"
But Hermione was cut off by Draco's mouth upon hers, softly but with passion. His hands gently tangles in her hair, holding her head up to his, puling her close to him. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself deeper into the kiss, softening into him.
And then, they did it again. Ron and Harry practically bounded into the room, nearly running into the desks and shelves. Draco and Hermione broke apart that instant, falling onto the bed. "Do they have some sort of built in radar's or something?" Draco looked annoyed. That was the best kiss they had shared in a long while.
Ron lept ahead, harry wrapping his hands around Harry's chest to prevent him from leaping any further. "Why you dirty little... GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER! She's not a piece of ass!"
Every one looked more annoyed at Ron than anything. Especially Harry. "RON! Settle down!" His voice boomed, but not in anger, more in urgency. A hollow voice that was rushed. All attention beamed to him, even Draco's, who seemed to look as if he would much rather be out the window.
"What is it? A dream? Voldemort? Sirius...?" The last word was said quietly, as if she was herself still keeping the death privately inside her.
Harry's head shook vigorously. "No. A vision... it was a girl, and she had some sort of gashes on her arms... like the one Lissa had on her leg last year... We need to get to her, but you two are the only one's who know where to find her." His voice was calm and clear, yet desperate.
Draco lept up and grabbed his cloak, along with an extra one to replace Hermione's robe which had been partially shrugged off her shoulders now. "Let's go."
And they were out.
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OK~ Yay! A Chapter! I will be updating every Wednesday now, I hope. Tuesday's or Wednesday's are looking like the best times for updates, so please watch for them then! OH! And.. Mmm... YEAH! That poem, is lines 27- 33 of Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. Enjoyous.