Disclaimer: I do not own anything but Damien. He's my own little invention,
and he's actually quite cute.
A/N: I apologize for taking so long. I'm still busy, but now I've gotten one of my major projects out of the way. I'll try to keep up with all of this now, but I have more then just schoolwork distracting me now. So if I don't get it up soon I'm sorry.
In that hour Hermione packed all her necessities, such as clothes, books, school supplies, music, more books, and various other items. Then she headed straight into Draco's room. Hermione had never been in there before. She had barely even seen glimpses inside before. Some of it astonished her, and some of it she had already predicted.
Two walls opposite one another were black, and the other two walls were green. He had a silver bed frame that looked as though little silver snakes were slithering up the poles. The sheets were black with gray serpents were embroidered along the edges. There was a nightstand, black, with picture frames covering almost every square inch. His black owl sat in its cage of gold, glaring at anyone who dared to look at it and especially Damien. There were other things, but other then the big furniture, the mirror was the only thing that caught Hermione's attention.
It was big. Not big enough to cover a wall or anything like that, but bigger then most the mirrors at Hogwarts. It was almost square, and its frame was of course, silver, but it had something inscripted in it. Hermione looked closer to see that they were words, but they were written in some foreign language. Hermione couldn't quite place it, so she decided not to let it bother her.
"So. does it meet your approval?" Draco leaned against the doorway and smirked.
"Yes." Hermione simply stated.
"Is there anything else you'd like to inspect? Would you like to search my closet? Or would you rather examine my dressers and shelves?" He asked teasingly.
"Oh shut up." She laughed.
"Here. I'm going to put your stuff in my closet for now. The house elves will put it all away tonight." He took her bags from her.
"No. those poor creatures have rights! I'll put it away myself. Why do people treat them so. so horribly? They are living, breathing creatures. They have feelings too you know. And I'm sure they'd rather be doing something other then putting away my junk." Hermione protested.
"Ok then." Draco gave her an odd look.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. It's just I feel bad for them. From the moment I first met one I pitied them. They seem to exist merely to clean up and take care of our crap, and they're happy with that." Hermione shook her head.
"But Hermione, they are happy with that. That's what they like to do." Draco stated.
"I know, but it just seems wrong. I can't explain it." She sighed.
"I think I understand. You don't have to explain. I get it." He shrugged.
"Ok, well, I have to go. I need to pick up a few things at the library. I'll be back in about an hour." Hermione kissed his cheek and headed out the door.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After hours in the library doing research. and getting absolutely no where. Hermione got up and got ready to go. In less then a week they would be going to the dance. she could hardly believe it. She loved being with Draco, but she wasn't in love with him. She wasn't sure how everything would turn out. Were they close enough to withstand all that would be thrown their way by the other students, their parents, and even their teachers? Would they stay together? Or would they crumble apart?
Hermione was so confused, she really liked him, but she wasn't sure what to do. She had no way of predicting the future. Part of her wished it would never come, part of her wanted it, part of her wished it would be over and done with already, and part of her just didn't care. Yet her feelings on the subject changed every day.
She continued to think about it as she gathered up all her unused supplies. She decided not to think about it for a while. If she thought about it too much she would become very stressed, and she was already stressed enough. Then Harry walked in. Hermione hurried now as she made her way over to an isle of books to get away from him.
His face was blank. It momentarily showed no emotion. He scanned a shelf for a book. Hermione stayed glued to her spot. He knew she should take the opportunity to get out while she still could, but she couldn't get her feet to move. She felt this need to watch. She still felt sorry for him. He had been her best friend for five years, and those feelings of hurt and pity wouldn't go away any time soon.
Then she saw him turn to some girl who had asked him something. Harry bent down to pet the girl's dog. Instantly she thought of Damien and the events that had recently happened. Could Harry have been the one who broke in? He had to be. The voice was so familiar and one that in almost any other circumstance would be a comforting one. She couldn't think of anyone else who would do anything, or would have any reason. Still it felt a little odd, how could Harry have done that? And why?
As she watched she thought about everything. All that had happened to her during the year. Then she went back to Harry. If it really was Harry like she suspected, then she really shouldn't go anywhere without Draco, or a trusted friend or guardian nearby.
"Hermione?" A voice called softly from behind her.
Instantly she turned back to Harry, but he was no longer anywhere in sight. She felt a soft breath on her neck and she froze. Too afraid to turn around and see whom it was. She closed her eyes and held still for another moment.
"Hermione."
A/N: so. what do you think? Like the description of Draco's room? That's how I've always pictured it. If you don't like it then you can pretend I wrote something else. And who do you think is behind Hermione? What do they want? And where did Harry go? Review Please!
A/N: I apologize for taking so long. I'm still busy, but now I've gotten one of my major projects out of the way. I'll try to keep up with all of this now, but I have more then just schoolwork distracting me now. So if I don't get it up soon I'm sorry.
In that hour Hermione packed all her necessities, such as clothes, books, school supplies, music, more books, and various other items. Then she headed straight into Draco's room. Hermione had never been in there before. She had barely even seen glimpses inside before. Some of it astonished her, and some of it she had already predicted.
Two walls opposite one another were black, and the other two walls were green. He had a silver bed frame that looked as though little silver snakes were slithering up the poles. The sheets were black with gray serpents were embroidered along the edges. There was a nightstand, black, with picture frames covering almost every square inch. His black owl sat in its cage of gold, glaring at anyone who dared to look at it and especially Damien. There were other things, but other then the big furniture, the mirror was the only thing that caught Hermione's attention.
It was big. Not big enough to cover a wall or anything like that, but bigger then most the mirrors at Hogwarts. It was almost square, and its frame was of course, silver, but it had something inscripted in it. Hermione looked closer to see that they were words, but they were written in some foreign language. Hermione couldn't quite place it, so she decided not to let it bother her.
"So. does it meet your approval?" Draco leaned against the doorway and smirked.
"Yes." Hermione simply stated.
"Is there anything else you'd like to inspect? Would you like to search my closet? Or would you rather examine my dressers and shelves?" He asked teasingly.
"Oh shut up." She laughed.
"Here. I'm going to put your stuff in my closet for now. The house elves will put it all away tonight." He took her bags from her.
"No. those poor creatures have rights! I'll put it away myself. Why do people treat them so. so horribly? They are living, breathing creatures. They have feelings too you know. And I'm sure they'd rather be doing something other then putting away my junk." Hermione protested.
"Ok then." Draco gave her an odd look.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. It's just I feel bad for them. From the moment I first met one I pitied them. They seem to exist merely to clean up and take care of our crap, and they're happy with that." Hermione shook her head.
"But Hermione, they are happy with that. That's what they like to do." Draco stated.
"I know, but it just seems wrong. I can't explain it." She sighed.
"I think I understand. You don't have to explain. I get it." He shrugged.
"Ok, well, I have to go. I need to pick up a few things at the library. I'll be back in about an hour." Hermione kissed his cheek and headed out the door.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After hours in the library doing research. and getting absolutely no where. Hermione got up and got ready to go. In less then a week they would be going to the dance. she could hardly believe it. She loved being with Draco, but she wasn't in love with him. She wasn't sure how everything would turn out. Were they close enough to withstand all that would be thrown their way by the other students, their parents, and even their teachers? Would they stay together? Or would they crumble apart?
Hermione was so confused, she really liked him, but she wasn't sure what to do. She had no way of predicting the future. Part of her wished it would never come, part of her wanted it, part of her wished it would be over and done with already, and part of her just didn't care. Yet her feelings on the subject changed every day.
She continued to think about it as she gathered up all her unused supplies. She decided not to think about it for a while. If she thought about it too much she would become very stressed, and she was already stressed enough. Then Harry walked in. Hermione hurried now as she made her way over to an isle of books to get away from him.
His face was blank. It momentarily showed no emotion. He scanned a shelf for a book. Hermione stayed glued to her spot. He knew she should take the opportunity to get out while she still could, but she couldn't get her feet to move. She felt this need to watch. She still felt sorry for him. He had been her best friend for five years, and those feelings of hurt and pity wouldn't go away any time soon.
Then she saw him turn to some girl who had asked him something. Harry bent down to pet the girl's dog. Instantly she thought of Damien and the events that had recently happened. Could Harry have been the one who broke in? He had to be. The voice was so familiar and one that in almost any other circumstance would be a comforting one. She couldn't think of anyone else who would do anything, or would have any reason. Still it felt a little odd, how could Harry have done that? And why?
As she watched she thought about everything. All that had happened to her during the year. Then she went back to Harry. If it really was Harry like she suspected, then she really shouldn't go anywhere without Draco, or a trusted friend or guardian nearby.
"Hermione?" A voice called softly from behind her.
Instantly she turned back to Harry, but he was no longer anywhere in sight. She felt a soft breath on her neck and she froze. Too afraid to turn around and see whom it was. She closed her eyes and held still for another moment.
"Hermione."
A/N: so. what do you think? Like the description of Draco's room? That's how I've always pictured it. If you don't like it then you can pretend I wrote something else. And who do you think is behind Hermione? What do they want? And where did Harry go? Review Please!