You're My Only One
Chapter 4: A Stranger?
The next week went by slowly, the slowest Hermione had ever seen. She didn't want to see Kate; she told her that she wanted to get all of her schoolwork done. Truth was she had gotten that done on the train. Kate had thanked her for taking her home, but Hermione couldn't help but feel guilty at this. She had only taken her home because she herself had wanted to go home, and she had used magic, that was not a good thing.
Damien's note was still on her bedside table. Hermione often stared at it hopelessly, because that was exactly how she felt: hopeless. She really wanted to call him, but she wouldn't let herself, he was just a stranger!
But Hermione couldn't keep her mind off him, she didn't know why. It wasn't like they had had a connection or anything. 'Maybe you did.' Hermione didn't have a clue what she wanted.
She had tried to keep her mind off him by going to the library. In her first summer after Hogwarts she had found that her library really did stock wizarding books. There was a remote section at the back that nobody went to, and if they did, all the books looked completely normal. But they were all charmed to be the real wizarding books when a wizard (or witch) opened them.
Once, the day after she met Damien, she was in the library, just browsing, and noticed an interesting book about how to tell if your kid a witch/wizard, and the signs there are. She had flipped through it, but a particular paragraph struck her very odd.
'After a witch/wizard has found out that they are a witch/wizard, and start their schooling, the unusual happenings should stop. This is because their power is focuses and being tamed. If the happenings continue, it is often because of one of many unusual special conditions.'
Hermione had stopped reading there because the unusual happenings had continued to happen to her. She didn't even know what brought her to read the book. The information quickly went to the back of her mind, because Damien had come back.
Eventually Hermione gave in, it was boring without any friends to talk to, and you could only read books until your eyes started hurting.
"Hey, is Damien there?" She couldn't understand how she could be so calm; she would normally be a nervous wreck by now.
"Yeah, this Hermione?"
"Yup."
"This is Damien. I'm really glad you called." Hermione felt herself blushing, glad that Damien couldn't see. And for some reason hearing his voice was very, very calming.
"Look, I'll be straight with you Hermione. Now don't freak out, like I know you will. I'm a wizard, and I know you're a witch. But I really need to talk to you about something." She practically fell off her bed. So much for a calming voice.
"Hermione?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. I guess. But, but what do you want? I mean -"
"Look, it would be a lot easier if we met, in person."
"Are you some sort of stalker?" Now she was getting nervous, she knew it had been a bad idea to call him. "I mean, who exactly are you?"
"Look, meet me at the Bronze Hill 6pm tomorrow night. I trust you'll come. I've got to go. I look forward to it." And he hung up. He hung up! Rage was boiling up in Hermione, she felt like something would explode. And like her thoughts had triggered something, a glass sitting on her chest of drawers broke.
"Crap!" She hurried to pick up the pieces, Crookshanks was around, and she didn't want him to get hurt.
Hermione was getting desperate; she had nothing to do! She had even opened up Monopoly World, just to see her character deal business. Hermione knew she would pay for playing without Harry and Ron, but it did seem to take up some time. That was, until Crookshanks came and decided to sit on her lap.
She had written at least forty letters to Harry and Ron, but it all sounded so stupid, pointless, and superstitious. And Hermione wasn't superstitious, not at all. Neither Harry, nor Ron had sent a letter, though it was only the first week. 'They probably haven't had time or anything. Yeah, that's right.'
She didn't know why she was there. It was stupid, ludicrous. It was five past six and Damien wasn't here. She should leave, right now. 'I'm going." She thought sullenly. A she stood up to walk away; a figure came out of the shadows. Her heart skipped a beat. This guy had chocolate coloured hair, quite tall, and amazing eyes. This guy was Damien.
"Sorry, please sit down." Damien sound genuinely concerned. He sounded so trustworthy. The part of Hermione's mind that told her to leave was pushed away.
"I - Um, yeah, OK."
"OK, this is really hard for me OK? You just have to understand that. Let me start with some history." Hermione could hardly breathe. She had no idea what he would tell her, but it sounded so important. Almost as if- No, it couldn't be. But he did know she was a witch, so. "At the beginning of time, there were three amazing wizards. They were the most powerful of the world, they had, well, not really ruled the world, but they were highly respected. Almost like a god. Remember this was when not much was known about magic, there were no schools or anything. These three wizards were called the Ones.
"They had very powerful magic, their magic came from what was sort of a ball of energy inside them. And they were intelligent, very smart, and resourceful. Their magic was passed onto their children, but not all of the relations got the power, often they would get some of it, but it was generations before there were more real Ones.
"Unfortunately, this, power, was so strong, that the ball of energy inside them in a sense, blew up. A lot of Ones died." Hermione gasped at this, she did not take death easily. When Sirius died, she was a wreck. "It was even more time until anyone noticed the relation, people died all the time, and not many people realised that it was the power inside these select individuals." Damien stopped, seeming to want to give Hermione a break. It was a lot of information, and he had barely gotten into it.
"There was a family, who were not related to any Ones, but knew a lot about them, their power, and how to, well, help Ones to concur their power. So whenever a One was born, and their power was detected, a person, a Knower they were called, would help them along. But many Ones died anyway. You see, the Knower's couldn't do it for the Ones; only the Ones could concur the power. The family soon realised that only select Ones should be helped-the Ones who had the potential to concur the power. Of course quite a few muggles had the power of a One, but most died when they were a baby, if they were not magic, the power over took them quickly, and they died."
"From then on, most Ones were saved, well, not most, but enough to keep the power running through a few select veins. In this century there have been many Ones, Dumbledore is a One." At this Hermione smiled. She always had looked up to Dumbledore with a certain respect, one that she didn't give to anyone else.
"Hermione, do you remember when you went to library, the day after the party?" Hermione's palms had grown sweaty, and she had just wiped them on her sleave. Now they seemed even sweatier than when she wiped them.
"Yeah." She replied feebly, not knowing what this had to do with anything.
"You read a passage from a book, called 'Signs'?" Hermione stopped, that had been the book that was about how to tell if you were a witch or wizard, and how the signs stopped when you went to school, but hers hadn't. She gulped heavily.
"Yeah."
"Ever wondered why you're signs didn't stop? Why the happenings still happened?" He wasn't getting at what she thought he was getting at, was he?
"Well, yeah, but no, I mean, it was a book, sure, and the authors obviously knew what they were talking about, but, I mean." She babbled on continuously as she did when she was nervous, very nervous. Hermione started wringing her hands uncontrollably. Damien noticed all this; he bit his bottom lip in thought, as if arguing with himself.
He took Hermione's chin in his hand, and gently tipped it up, facing him. "Hermione, don't be afraid." At this Hermione whimpered, and tears were stinging her eyes uncomfortably, and she felt like crying. "You are lucky to be a One."
A/N Sry bout the cliffhanger! I couldn't help it, it seemed to fit. I'll try and get the next chapter up this weekend. But I got a lot of hw, so I'm not sure. Is it good? Sry that's its taking a while to get Draco into the story, its more on Hermione than Draco. Yup, so, please read! And review! I luv reviews! They make me wanna keep riting, u no? so R&R!! bubs!
Chapter 4: A Stranger?
The next week went by slowly, the slowest Hermione had ever seen. She didn't want to see Kate; she told her that she wanted to get all of her schoolwork done. Truth was she had gotten that done on the train. Kate had thanked her for taking her home, but Hermione couldn't help but feel guilty at this. She had only taken her home because she herself had wanted to go home, and she had used magic, that was not a good thing.
Damien's note was still on her bedside table. Hermione often stared at it hopelessly, because that was exactly how she felt: hopeless. She really wanted to call him, but she wouldn't let herself, he was just a stranger!
But Hermione couldn't keep her mind off him, she didn't know why. It wasn't like they had had a connection or anything. 'Maybe you did.' Hermione didn't have a clue what she wanted.
She had tried to keep her mind off him by going to the library. In her first summer after Hogwarts she had found that her library really did stock wizarding books. There was a remote section at the back that nobody went to, and if they did, all the books looked completely normal. But they were all charmed to be the real wizarding books when a wizard (or witch) opened them.
Once, the day after she met Damien, she was in the library, just browsing, and noticed an interesting book about how to tell if your kid a witch/wizard, and the signs there are. She had flipped through it, but a particular paragraph struck her very odd.
'After a witch/wizard has found out that they are a witch/wizard, and start their schooling, the unusual happenings should stop. This is because their power is focuses and being tamed. If the happenings continue, it is often because of one of many unusual special conditions.'
Hermione had stopped reading there because the unusual happenings had continued to happen to her. She didn't even know what brought her to read the book. The information quickly went to the back of her mind, because Damien had come back.
Eventually Hermione gave in, it was boring without any friends to talk to, and you could only read books until your eyes started hurting.
"Hey, is Damien there?" She couldn't understand how she could be so calm; she would normally be a nervous wreck by now.
"Yeah, this Hermione?"
"Yup."
"This is Damien. I'm really glad you called." Hermione felt herself blushing, glad that Damien couldn't see. And for some reason hearing his voice was very, very calming.
"Look, I'll be straight with you Hermione. Now don't freak out, like I know you will. I'm a wizard, and I know you're a witch. But I really need to talk to you about something." She practically fell off her bed. So much for a calming voice.
"Hermione?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here. I guess. But, but what do you want? I mean -"
"Look, it would be a lot easier if we met, in person."
"Are you some sort of stalker?" Now she was getting nervous, she knew it had been a bad idea to call him. "I mean, who exactly are you?"
"Look, meet me at the Bronze Hill 6pm tomorrow night. I trust you'll come. I've got to go. I look forward to it." And he hung up. He hung up! Rage was boiling up in Hermione, she felt like something would explode. And like her thoughts had triggered something, a glass sitting on her chest of drawers broke.
"Crap!" She hurried to pick up the pieces, Crookshanks was around, and she didn't want him to get hurt.
Hermione was getting desperate; she had nothing to do! She had even opened up Monopoly World, just to see her character deal business. Hermione knew she would pay for playing without Harry and Ron, but it did seem to take up some time. That was, until Crookshanks came and decided to sit on her lap.
She had written at least forty letters to Harry and Ron, but it all sounded so stupid, pointless, and superstitious. And Hermione wasn't superstitious, not at all. Neither Harry, nor Ron had sent a letter, though it was only the first week. 'They probably haven't had time or anything. Yeah, that's right.'
She didn't know why she was there. It was stupid, ludicrous. It was five past six and Damien wasn't here. She should leave, right now. 'I'm going." She thought sullenly. A she stood up to walk away; a figure came out of the shadows. Her heart skipped a beat. This guy had chocolate coloured hair, quite tall, and amazing eyes. This guy was Damien.
"Sorry, please sit down." Damien sound genuinely concerned. He sounded so trustworthy. The part of Hermione's mind that told her to leave was pushed away.
"I - Um, yeah, OK."
"OK, this is really hard for me OK? You just have to understand that. Let me start with some history." Hermione could hardly breathe. She had no idea what he would tell her, but it sounded so important. Almost as if- No, it couldn't be. But he did know she was a witch, so. "At the beginning of time, there were three amazing wizards. They were the most powerful of the world, they had, well, not really ruled the world, but they were highly respected. Almost like a god. Remember this was when not much was known about magic, there were no schools or anything. These three wizards were called the Ones.
"They had very powerful magic, their magic came from what was sort of a ball of energy inside them. And they were intelligent, very smart, and resourceful. Their magic was passed onto their children, but not all of the relations got the power, often they would get some of it, but it was generations before there were more real Ones.
"Unfortunately, this, power, was so strong, that the ball of energy inside them in a sense, blew up. A lot of Ones died." Hermione gasped at this, she did not take death easily. When Sirius died, she was a wreck. "It was even more time until anyone noticed the relation, people died all the time, and not many people realised that it was the power inside these select individuals." Damien stopped, seeming to want to give Hermione a break. It was a lot of information, and he had barely gotten into it.
"There was a family, who were not related to any Ones, but knew a lot about them, their power, and how to, well, help Ones to concur their power. So whenever a One was born, and their power was detected, a person, a Knower they were called, would help them along. But many Ones died anyway. You see, the Knower's couldn't do it for the Ones; only the Ones could concur the power. The family soon realised that only select Ones should be helped-the Ones who had the potential to concur the power. Of course quite a few muggles had the power of a One, but most died when they were a baby, if they were not magic, the power over took them quickly, and they died."
"From then on, most Ones were saved, well, not most, but enough to keep the power running through a few select veins. In this century there have been many Ones, Dumbledore is a One." At this Hermione smiled. She always had looked up to Dumbledore with a certain respect, one that she didn't give to anyone else.
"Hermione, do you remember when you went to library, the day after the party?" Hermione's palms had grown sweaty, and she had just wiped them on her sleave. Now they seemed even sweatier than when she wiped them.
"Yeah." She replied feebly, not knowing what this had to do with anything.
"You read a passage from a book, called 'Signs'?" Hermione stopped, that had been the book that was about how to tell if you were a witch or wizard, and how the signs stopped when you went to school, but hers hadn't. She gulped heavily.
"Yeah."
"Ever wondered why you're signs didn't stop? Why the happenings still happened?" He wasn't getting at what she thought he was getting at, was he?
"Well, yeah, but no, I mean, it was a book, sure, and the authors obviously knew what they were talking about, but, I mean." She babbled on continuously as she did when she was nervous, very nervous. Hermione started wringing her hands uncontrollably. Damien noticed all this; he bit his bottom lip in thought, as if arguing with himself.
He took Hermione's chin in his hand, and gently tipped it up, facing him. "Hermione, don't be afraid." At this Hermione whimpered, and tears were stinging her eyes uncomfortably, and she felt like crying. "You are lucky to be a One."
A/N Sry bout the cliffhanger! I couldn't help it, it seemed to fit. I'll try and get the next chapter up this weekend. But I got a lot of hw, so I'm not sure. Is it good? Sry that's its taking a while to get Draco into the story, its more on Hermione than Draco. Yup, so, please read! And review! I luv reviews! They make me wanna keep riting, u no? so R&R!! bubs!