Disclaimer: as much as I wish I did, I sadly, do not in any way own
anything but Damien in this story.
A/N: Hey everyone! I am so sorry it has taken me so long to get this all up. I know you probably don't care why I haven't been updating, but for those of you who do actually care I'll tell you. My stupid teachers are continuing to pile on the work until the very last day of school, which is this Friday for me. I'm like in love with my best friend, but he's dating my close friend. And like an idiot I helped him! My ex and my third best friend have been seeing one another behind my back. All my friends are moving. And I'm just really pissy right now. Mood swing. My life isn't actually all that bad. I'm just frustrated with everything right now. Once school is out I'll be fine. And thanks to all of you who reviewed. I really appreciate it. And once again, sorry it took me so damn long to get this up.
As soon as Hermione and Draco made it back to his room they sat down. Both of them just sat there on the bed in a comfortable silence. They now had all day to do whatever they wanted. They could go out in public now. Yet at the moment, both of them wanted nothing more then to just be in the presence of the other.
"So, how did breakfast go?" Hermione asked Draco curiously.
"Well, it was a little strange. A lot of them gave me dirty looks. I heard a few of them whispering. Quite a few of them even turned their heads away in fear. It was weird. But not bad. I don't like most of them anyway." He shrugged.
"A lot of them made weird facial expressions. Not that I care. Let them think what they want. But Harry was still a little quiet. Lavender and her friend kept asking me personal questions about you. And Ron, I don't know what I'd do without him too, fended them off. It was great." Hermione smiled.
"Good to hear. So, what do you wanna do today?" He asked.
"I don't know. Anything you want I guess. Do you have anything in mind?" She walked over to the mirror to fix her hair.
"Well, we could go outside for a while. I could use some quidditch practice, and some company would be nice." He hopefully suggested.
"Sure. I'll sit in the bleachers and watch you play. Sounds great." She nodded in agreement.
"That's not exactly what I had in mind. I was hoping you'd go up in the air with me. That way I could talk to somebody while I look around." He stood up and came behind her.
"I don't know Draco. I'm a little scared to go up. I haven't been on a broom in ages. What if I fall?" Hermione backed up a little bit.
"But you won't. You fly much better then most. I don't know why you didn't try out for your team. You'd be great." He insisted.
"You're full of shit. You're sweet, but full of it. I have no athletic ability whatsoever, and getting up high in the air like that is just a disaster waiting to happen." She argued.
"Ok, what if I make you a deal? You get on the broom with me for ten minutes, and then we go wherever you want?" He suggested.
"Fine, but if I fall and die, don't say I didn't tell you." She shook her head and headed out the door with him.
They walked through the halls and out onto the field. Hermione looked around. The grass stretched out many, many yards. Almost out of Hemione's view. It was pretty, calm, and gentle looking. And then she looked up in the air. An endless amount of distance and space. So unexplored and forbidden. It gave Hermione the feeling of being threatened. If she fell from such a high distance she could die, and at the very least she would be severely injured.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Draco asked with concern.
She looked at him, standing on the ground. There they were safe, and content. Then her eyes wandered upward, and imagined them up there. Flying on a piece of wood in a frightening and threatening space. And once again her gaze returned to him.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" He repeated.
Something just didn't feel right. Hermione had this feeling. Not like before. It wasn't the fear of falling straight to her death below. That was still a problem, but there was now something else. Something felt off. She felt as if there were eyes on her again. She scanned the area once again, but she saw nothing. Not even the shadow of Crookshanks.
"Hermione?" Draco spun her by the arm to face him.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" She blinked out of her thoughts.
"Yeah. What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm not exactly sure." She vaguely answered.
"Should we just come back on another day?" He offered.
"No. Today is fine. I'm just, I don't know." She sighed.
"Ok, but just tell me if you're not feeling good or anything. I'll bring you straight down." He smiled.
Draco hopped on his newest broomstick. Hermione had lost track of the different types of broomsticks. So many different varieties had come out over the years that she just stopped listening to all of it. In her eyes, a broomstick was a broomstick. It had a purpose, and that would be to get wizards and witches where they needed to go. So if it served its purpose, it was fine.
Still, she looked it over to be sure it was safe. Not to say that she had any doubts about Draco, or any thoughts that he would intentionally put her in any danger. It was long and black. There were three silver rings, fiery red bristles, and the handle was slightly triangular. It was very shinny, and far sleeker then the others she had seen before.
"Hop on, and hold on tightly. I won't go fast, but just to be safe. I don't want anything to happen to you." He was already on and waiting for her.
Hermione took a seat on the back, and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She leaned her head lightly on his shoulder. Slowly at first, but becoming faster, Hermione felt them rising into the air. Draco flew them instantly above the entire field.
So there they were, now over a hundred feet in the air. Hovering over the grass below. Hermione closed her eyes after looking down. Her grip around his waist became increasingly tighter as she held on for dear life. She could feel Draco trying to look back at her, and she heard him sigh.
"Hermione, it's ok. I won't let you fall." He smiled.
"I know, but it's so high." She protested.
"If you want me to I'll take you back down right now. But please, just do two things for me." He pleaded.
"Yes?" She squirmed.
"Open your eyes, and without looking down, look at the scenery." He instructed.
Hermione did as she was asked and slowly opened her eyes. It was beautiful. The sky was clear and blue. Looking out one way she could see the ocean, dark, deep, and beautiful. Looking back the other way was the forest. Even darker, taller, shadows, and dangers lurking inside. Even with that factor, it was still beautiful and breathtaking as well.
"And what was the other one?" She asked.
"Loosen your grip. You're cutting off the circulation and I can't breathe." He struggled to laugh.
"Oh no. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say anything before?" Hermione giggled.
Then they both heard a sound and instantly snapped their heads in that direction. There was a bludger heading straight for them! Draco quickly steered the broom away from it. But it didn't do much good. It was following them! It had been spelled. Hermione knew it. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
While Draco fought to keep control of the broom and keep them away from the roaring bludger, Hermione looked down at the ground. Someone was there. Someone with his wand pointed in the air. Hermione tried to look but she was constantly being jerked about, and she couldn't see very well from such a distance. But the wind blew, and their hood flew backwards. Hermione didn't look at the hair. For something else caught her attention. He was wearing glasses. Not many people in the school wore glasses. Fewer were that tall. And only one seemed to have the motive to do such a terrible deed.
Hermione watched then as he retreated as they flew in his general direction. It was coming closer. Closer. Closer. Closer. Then it was too close. A mere inch stood between them. And as she let out a shriek they were hit. As the broom jolted half of it fell splintering off.
Draco was now struggling to keep control. Hermione screamed as she watched it come back. It broke off another piece! That blow sent Hermione down towards the ground. She saw Draco racing down to catch her, and then when he almost had her, he was hit too. Both of them fell to the ground a hundred feet below. And as the ground finally met them they both became unconscious and silent.
A/N: So, now what I'm gonna do is send them both to the hospital. Now, only one of them is going to be severely hurt. You have the choice of Draco or Hermione? And should that person loose their memory, be so injured that they must remain in the hospital for months, or end up in a coma? So there can be a total of six outcomes. I'm up for all suggestions. Review please!
A/N: Hey everyone! I am so sorry it has taken me so long to get this all up. I know you probably don't care why I haven't been updating, but for those of you who do actually care I'll tell you. My stupid teachers are continuing to pile on the work until the very last day of school, which is this Friday for me. I'm like in love with my best friend, but he's dating my close friend. And like an idiot I helped him! My ex and my third best friend have been seeing one another behind my back. All my friends are moving. And I'm just really pissy right now. Mood swing. My life isn't actually all that bad. I'm just frustrated with everything right now. Once school is out I'll be fine. And thanks to all of you who reviewed. I really appreciate it. And once again, sorry it took me so damn long to get this up.
As soon as Hermione and Draco made it back to his room they sat down. Both of them just sat there on the bed in a comfortable silence. They now had all day to do whatever they wanted. They could go out in public now. Yet at the moment, both of them wanted nothing more then to just be in the presence of the other.
"So, how did breakfast go?" Hermione asked Draco curiously.
"Well, it was a little strange. A lot of them gave me dirty looks. I heard a few of them whispering. Quite a few of them even turned their heads away in fear. It was weird. But not bad. I don't like most of them anyway." He shrugged.
"A lot of them made weird facial expressions. Not that I care. Let them think what they want. But Harry was still a little quiet. Lavender and her friend kept asking me personal questions about you. And Ron, I don't know what I'd do without him too, fended them off. It was great." Hermione smiled.
"Good to hear. So, what do you wanna do today?" He asked.
"I don't know. Anything you want I guess. Do you have anything in mind?" She walked over to the mirror to fix her hair.
"Well, we could go outside for a while. I could use some quidditch practice, and some company would be nice." He hopefully suggested.
"Sure. I'll sit in the bleachers and watch you play. Sounds great." She nodded in agreement.
"That's not exactly what I had in mind. I was hoping you'd go up in the air with me. That way I could talk to somebody while I look around." He stood up and came behind her.
"I don't know Draco. I'm a little scared to go up. I haven't been on a broom in ages. What if I fall?" Hermione backed up a little bit.
"But you won't. You fly much better then most. I don't know why you didn't try out for your team. You'd be great." He insisted.
"You're full of shit. You're sweet, but full of it. I have no athletic ability whatsoever, and getting up high in the air like that is just a disaster waiting to happen." She argued.
"Ok, what if I make you a deal? You get on the broom with me for ten minutes, and then we go wherever you want?" He suggested.
"Fine, but if I fall and die, don't say I didn't tell you." She shook her head and headed out the door with him.
They walked through the halls and out onto the field. Hermione looked around. The grass stretched out many, many yards. Almost out of Hemione's view. It was pretty, calm, and gentle looking. And then she looked up in the air. An endless amount of distance and space. So unexplored and forbidden. It gave Hermione the feeling of being threatened. If she fell from such a high distance she could die, and at the very least she would be severely injured.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Draco asked with concern.
She looked at him, standing on the ground. There they were safe, and content. Then her eyes wandered upward, and imagined them up there. Flying on a piece of wood in a frightening and threatening space. And once again her gaze returned to him.
"Hermione? What's wrong?" He repeated.
Something just didn't feel right. Hermione had this feeling. Not like before. It wasn't the fear of falling straight to her death below. That was still a problem, but there was now something else. Something felt off. She felt as if there were eyes on her again. She scanned the area once again, but she saw nothing. Not even the shadow of Crookshanks.
"Hermione?" Draco spun her by the arm to face him.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" She blinked out of her thoughts.
"Yeah. What's wrong?" He asked.
"I'm not exactly sure." She vaguely answered.
"Should we just come back on another day?" He offered.
"No. Today is fine. I'm just, I don't know." She sighed.
"Ok, but just tell me if you're not feeling good or anything. I'll bring you straight down." He smiled.
Draco hopped on his newest broomstick. Hermione had lost track of the different types of broomsticks. So many different varieties had come out over the years that she just stopped listening to all of it. In her eyes, a broomstick was a broomstick. It had a purpose, and that would be to get wizards and witches where they needed to go. So if it served its purpose, it was fine.
Still, she looked it over to be sure it was safe. Not to say that she had any doubts about Draco, or any thoughts that he would intentionally put her in any danger. It was long and black. There were three silver rings, fiery red bristles, and the handle was slightly triangular. It was very shinny, and far sleeker then the others she had seen before.
"Hop on, and hold on tightly. I won't go fast, but just to be safe. I don't want anything to happen to you." He was already on and waiting for her.
Hermione took a seat on the back, and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She leaned her head lightly on his shoulder. Slowly at first, but becoming faster, Hermione felt them rising into the air. Draco flew them instantly above the entire field.
So there they were, now over a hundred feet in the air. Hovering over the grass below. Hermione closed her eyes after looking down. Her grip around his waist became increasingly tighter as she held on for dear life. She could feel Draco trying to look back at her, and she heard him sigh.
"Hermione, it's ok. I won't let you fall." He smiled.
"I know, but it's so high." She protested.
"If you want me to I'll take you back down right now. But please, just do two things for me." He pleaded.
"Yes?" She squirmed.
"Open your eyes, and without looking down, look at the scenery." He instructed.
Hermione did as she was asked and slowly opened her eyes. It was beautiful. The sky was clear and blue. Looking out one way she could see the ocean, dark, deep, and beautiful. Looking back the other way was the forest. Even darker, taller, shadows, and dangers lurking inside. Even with that factor, it was still beautiful and breathtaking as well.
"And what was the other one?" She asked.
"Loosen your grip. You're cutting off the circulation and I can't breathe." He struggled to laugh.
"Oh no. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say anything before?" Hermione giggled.
Then they both heard a sound and instantly snapped their heads in that direction. There was a bludger heading straight for them! Draco quickly steered the broom away from it. But it didn't do much good. It was following them! It had been spelled. Hermione knew it. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
While Draco fought to keep control of the broom and keep them away from the roaring bludger, Hermione looked down at the ground. Someone was there. Someone with his wand pointed in the air. Hermione tried to look but she was constantly being jerked about, and she couldn't see very well from such a distance. But the wind blew, and their hood flew backwards. Hermione didn't look at the hair. For something else caught her attention. He was wearing glasses. Not many people in the school wore glasses. Fewer were that tall. And only one seemed to have the motive to do such a terrible deed.
Hermione watched then as he retreated as they flew in his general direction. It was coming closer. Closer. Closer. Closer. Then it was too close. A mere inch stood between them. And as she let out a shriek they were hit. As the broom jolted half of it fell splintering off.
Draco was now struggling to keep control. Hermione screamed as she watched it come back. It broke off another piece! That blow sent Hermione down towards the ground. She saw Draco racing down to catch her, and then when he almost had her, he was hit too. Both of them fell to the ground a hundred feet below. And as the ground finally met them they both became unconscious and silent.
A/N: So, now what I'm gonna do is send them both to the hospital. Now, only one of them is going to be severely hurt. You have the choice of Draco or Hermione? And should that person loose their memory, be so injured that they must remain in the hospital for months, or end up in a coma? So there can be a total of six outcomes. I'm up for all suggestions. Review please!