Chapter 8: A Father's Fury
Classes and weeks passed by all too quickly for Draco and Hermione.
They wanted time to slow down so they could savour each moment that passed them by.
They had decided, on mutual agreement, to keep their newfound feeling to themselves, as they would surely shock the Hogwarts' students.
Draco had reasons of his own of why he wanted it kept secret. Lucius.
Lucius would be furious beyond reason if he knew. There's no saying what he might do.
But he could take a few guesses.
He didn't want anything to happen to Hermione. He wouldn't let anything happen to Hermione.
She was the best thing that had happened to him. He was hardly angry anymore, he was so happy, nearly bursting with joy, a joy he'd never felt before.
He wouldn't let his father ruin anything; he'd kill him if he did.
He stared up at the ceiling unable to sleep, but that didn't matter, there were no classes the next day.
Although there was another Hogsmead weekend starting tomorrow, he and Hermione planned to spend the day there with each other, with no Potter or Weasely in sight.
They were going with their respective girlfriends as well. Harry with Cho and Ron with Padma.
Draco and Hermione hadn't told Harry and Ron about them. They had just told them that they had struck a truce, since they were both Head boy and girl.
He thought back to the day before, when her was sitting at the Slytherin table.
He and Hermione had walked down together, but had separated to go to their House tables.
*Flash back*
As Draco sat down, Pansy rushed over and immediately attached herself to his arm.
"Why have you been hanging out with that Mud blood Drakie?" She whined in a high-pitched voice.
He shoved her arm off, his face showing the revulsion her touch brought.
"We are Head boy and Head girl," He explained coldly. "We are expected to work with each other."
He glared down at her, angry that she had called Hermione a Mud blood. He had called her that himself before, but it seemed more insulting coming from Pansy somehow.
He could see Hermione out of the corner of his eye also glaring at Pansy.
Had she heard? He questioned himself silently.
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Hermione glared at the girl clinging to her boyfriend.
Draco glanced at her. She felt reassured by the silent message coming from the glare he directed at Pansy.
*End of flash back*
To hell with it! He couldn't sleep. He got up and made his way to the common room.
Draco sat on one of the plush chairs by the fire. He picked up one of then books Hermione had left in there.
Secrets Of Hogsmead.
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Hermione couldn't sleep. She kept thinking back to the day before.
First there was the incident with Pansy (what kind of name is that!).
If that little banshee didn't stay away from Draco, she'd personally punch her in her squished up nose.
Geez, I'm getting violent in my 'old age'.
She thought back to a more pleasant episode from yesterday.
*Flash back*
They were talking about the trip to Hogsmead when suddenly Draco swept a fugitive look up and down the corridor and pulled her into a long forgotten broom cupboard.
"Do you remember the first time?" He whispered.
"Of course I do." She chided.
That was all she could get out before his lips captured hers.
*End of flash back*
A soft closing of a door brought her out of her musings.
It was from Draco's room, but that but she didn't know if was him going in or out of his room, because she hadn't heard him go in earlier.
He might've gone to bed before she had come up. But it could also be one of the other prefects, unable to sleep like her.
Well she'd go out and have a look. On the pretext that she had left a book out there of course.
Pushing her covers back she lowered her legs to the ground and pushed herself off the bed, moving towards the door.
She cracked the door open, but couldn't see anything from her position, so she just shoved the door fully open and walked out.
She spotted Draco in a chair by the fireplace, the flames reflected in his silver blonde hair, giving it an outer-worldly glow.
He was deeply immersed in the book he held in his hands. Hermione walked up and touched his shoulder.
Draco jumped started, and then he could smell a spicy floral scent drifting his way. Hermione.
Only she had that special scent.
She smiled down at him. "Couldn't you sleep?" she asked.
"No, not really." He replied in a weary voice, his usual drawl disappearing in the light of exhaustion.
Suddenly he smiled and pulled her down to his lap. Burying his face in her hair, he breathed deeply.
"Why are you up?" He queried softly.
"I couldn't sleep either." She answered.
Tap, tap, tap.
Draco's eagle owl was pecking at the window.
Draco set Hermione on the chair and walked over to the window.
A cold draft entered the room as he let his owl in, sending shivers of chill down her spine.
Draco pulled the letter off his owl's leg and broke the seal so he could read it.
Draco, what is this I hear? You with
a Mud blood? I demand that you stay away from her. Or she might meet up with an accident.
And regarding joining the death eater's, I will demand an answer in three week's.
Lucius.
His father needn't had to sign his name on the letter. He would've known who it was by its contents.
"What does it say?" Hermione asked curiously from her chair.
"Nothing much," He replied anger making his lips a bloodless thin line.
"Just another letter from Lucius."
He omitted the details, not wanting her to know about the threat towards her.
Hopefully his father wasn't serious about the atrocity he had mentioned; otherwise he'd have to use the evidence earlier than he had planned.
Classes and weeks passed by all too quickly for Draco and Hermione.
They wanted time to slow down so they could savour each moment that passed them by.
They had decided, on mutual agreement, to keep their newfound feeling to themselves, as they would surely shock the Hogwarts' students.
Draco had reasons of his own of why he wanted it kept secret. Lucius.
Lucius would be furious beyond reason if he knew. There's no saying what he might do.
But he could take a few guesses.
He didn't want anything to happen to Hermione. He wouldn't let anything happen to Hermione.
She was the best thing that had happened to him. He was hardly angry anymore, he was so happy, nearly bursting with joy, a joy he'd never felt before.
He wouldn't let his father ruin anything; he'd kill him if he did.
He stared up at the ceiling unable to sleep, but that didn't matter, there were no classes the next day.
Although there was another Hogsmead weekend starting tomorrow, he and Hermione planned to spend the day there with each other, with no Potter or Weasely in sight.
They were going with their respective girlfriends as well. Harry with Cho and Ron with Padma.
Draco and Hermione hadn't told Harry and Ron about them. They had just told them that they had struck a truce, since they were both Head boy and girl.
He thought back to the day before, when her was sitting at the Slytherin table.
He and Hermione had walked down together, but had separated to go to their House tables.
*Flash back*
As Draco sat down, Pansy rushed over and immediately attached herself to his arm.
"Why have you been hanging out with that Mud blood Drakie?" She whined in a high-pitched voice.
He shoved her arm off, his face showing the revulsion her touch brought.
"We are Head boy and Head girl," He explained coldly. "We are expected to work with each other."
He glared down at her, angry that she had called Hermione a Mud blood. He had called her that himself before, but it seemed more insulting coming from Pansy somehow.
He could see Hermione out of the corner of his eye also glaring at Pansy.
Had she heard? He questioned himself silently.
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Hermione glared at the girl clinging to her boyfriend.
Draco glanced at her. She felt reassured by the silent message coming from the glare he directed at Pansy.
*End of flash back*
To hell with it! He couldn't sleep. He got up and made his way to the common room.
Draco sat on one of the plush chairs by the fire. He picked up one of then books Hermione had left in there.
Secrets Of Hogsmead.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione couldn't sleep. She kept thinking back to the day before.
First there was the incident with Pansy (what kind of name is that!).
If that little banshee didn't stay away from Draco, she'd personally punch her in her squished up nose.
Geez, I'm getting violent in my 'old age'.
She thought back to a more pleasant episode from yesterday.
*Flash back*
They were talking about the trip to Hogsmead when suddenly Draco swept a fugitive look up and down the corridor and pulled her into a long forgotten broom cupboard.
"Do you remember the first time?" He whispered.
"Of course I do." She chided.
That was all she could get out before his lips captured hers.
*End of flash back*
A soft closing of a door brought her out of her musings.
It was from Draco's room, but that but she didn't know if was him going in or out of his room, because she hadn't heard him go in earlier.
He might've gone to bed before she had come up. But it could also be one of the other prefects, unable to sleep like her.
Well she'd go out and have a look. On the pretext that she had left a book out there of course.
Pushing her covers back she lowered her legs to the ground and pushed herself off the bed, moving towards the door.
She cracked the door open, but couldn't see anything from her position, so she just shoved the door fully open and walked out.
She spotted Draco in a chair by the fireplace, the flames reflected in his silver blonde hair, giving it an outer-worldly glow.
He was deeply immersed in the book he held in his hands. Hermione walked up and touched his shoulder.
Draco jumped started, and then he could smell a spicy floral scent drifting his way. Hermione.
Only she had that special scent.
She smiled down at him. "Couldn't you sleep?" she asked.
"No, not really." He replied in a weary voice, his usual drawl disappearing in the light of exhaustion.
Suddenly he smiled and pulled her down to his lap. Burying his face in her hair, he breathed deeply.
"Why are you up?" He queried softly.
"I couldn't sleep either." She answered.
Tap, tap, tap.
Draco's eagle owl was pecking at the window.
Draco set Hermione on the chair and walked over to the window.
A cold draft entered the room as he let his owl in, sending shivers of chill down her spine.
Draco pulled the letter off his owl's leg and broke the seal so he could read it.
Draco, what is this I hear? You with
a Mud blood? I demand that you stay away from her. Or she might meet up with an accident.
And regarding joining the death eater's, I will demand an answer in three week's.
Lucius.
His father needn't had to sign his name on the letter. He would've known who it was by its contents.
"What does it say?" Hermione asked curiously from her chair.
"Nothing much," He replied anger making his lips a bloodless thin line.
"Just another letter from Lucius."
He omitted the details, not wanting her to know about the threat towards her.
Hopefully his father wasn't serious about the atrocity he had mentioned; otherwise he'd have to use the evidence earlier than he had planned.