~ AN ~ My chaps are starting to get longer... I'm getting more ideas...
yeah... anyways, I added an OC because all of the people at Hogwarts
besides Draco bore me and I needed a new character so danke schoen Mia!!!
Tschues! ~ Dangles ~
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Seven: The New Girl *~*~*
Hermione was lucky at breakfast the next day. No one talked about her relationship with Draco once. Everyone's conversations were focused on the new girl, who was sitting at the Head Table with Hermione, Draco, and all of the school Prefects.
The girl, a would-be sixth year, was named Mariea Jameson. She had jet black, long hair tied back into a loose ponytail, and deep gray, mysterious eyes that captivated anyone and everyone that looked into them.
Once everyone was seated and quiet, Dumbledore gave the other students a little background information on Mariea. He informed them that she came from a small Muggle village in the state of New York in America. She had been a beater at her previous school, and had come to live with her aunt in Surrey after her parents died in a car crash the previous month.
When he had finished speaking, Professor McGonagall brought the three- legged stool and the Sorting Hat to the center of the Great Hall. She called Mariea up to the front, and the Hat placed her in Gryffindor, much to their houses' happiness.
After the sorting, she and Hermione walked to the Gryffindor table. "Mariea, this is Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas. They're who I hang out with, but Ginny is the only one out of us in sixth year. The rest of us are in seventh, but that doesn't really matter," she said.
When Hermione said 'Harry Potter', Mariea's eyes widened, and Harry bowed his head. When she said 'Ron Weasley', he blushed and Ginny smacked him. The rest of them just nodded, smiled or said a simple 'Hello' or 'Hey'.
"So, Mariea, where in Surrey did you move to? I'm only asking because I live with my aunt and uncle in Surrey, too," Harry questioned.
"Um... Actually my Aunt Arabella lives on Privet Drive," she said. And after noticing Harry's astonished expression, she added, "Do you know where it is?"
"Do I know where it is? I live on that street!" he exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh! I actually know someone on my street now besides Auntie Bella's cats!" she said smiling.
"Um... Harry... Can I talk to you for a second?" Ron asked.
"Sure Ron. What's up?" he said quietly.
"She's hot! You're so lucky! You live right down the street from her!" Ron whispered.
"Yeah... so? I'm moving out this summer. I'll never see her," Harry explained.
"Well... then do you think I could help you move out?" Ron asked excitedly.
"Ron, do you really think the Dursleys would want you in their house? Remember what happened last time when you guys picked me up with the Floo Network? It was a total disaster!" Harry said.
"Please, Harry?" Ron begged.
"I'll see what I can do, okay?" he said.
"Thank you!" Ron exclaimed.
"So Arabella Figg is your aunt?" Harry asked Mariea.
"Yeah. She's my mother's half sister actually," Mariea explained.
"Oh. The Dursleys used to stick me with her, and I hated it until I found out she was a witch," Harry said. "Then once the whole thing two years ago, she's been kind of a guardian to me."
"What happened two years ago?" Mariea asked just as breakfast was ending.
"I'll tell you in lunch if I get a chance, but you don't want to be late for Potions. Snape can be a with if you go to his class late," Harry informed her with a smile.
"Thanks for the tip, Harry!" she said.
"Anytime," he said in return.
As Hermione, Harry and Ron were walking to Care of Magical Creatures, she turned to Ron and asked him, "Ron, do you have a thing for Mariea?"
"Hell yeah, he does! He wants to help me move of the Dursleys' house now!" Harry ratted.
"Thanks, Harry," Ron said, slightly annoyed.
"Ron, I'm actually happy for you. It's about time you got over me. You should ask her out," Hermione stated.
Ron, shaking his head, said to her, "Are you crazy? She'd never go out with me!"
"And how would you know? Have you asked her?" Hermione asked in return.
"Well... No. But you can see she's too good for me."
"She's not too good for you, Ron. Just ask her."
"I'll think about it. Okay?" he bargained.
"Alright. It's good enough for me," Hermione said, as they reached Hagrid's hut.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After classes, Draco didn't feel much like eating. His mind was still re- playing the events of last night. He couldn't stand this tower anymore. It was too quiet; too empty; too lonely.
He missed Hermione's voice, her laugh, her smile, her scent. He needed her, and he would get her back, if it was the last thing he'd ever do.
Grabbing a piece of parchment, he quickly wrote to Hermione:
Meet me at the castle entrance at nine o'clock tonight. Bring your heavy cloak. Draco
He hastily rolled it up and when he passed the Gryffindor table on his way out of the Great Hall, he dropped it in front of her. She looked up at him, but he had already turned and left the room.
'Hmm... I wonder what he wants this time,' she thought. She read his note, and gave in. She couldn't stand being apart from him, so she decided to go.
"Mione, what's that?" Harry asked.
"Draco wants me to meet him later tonight," she said.
"You're not going to go, are you?" Ron asked.
"Of course I'm going. Why would I not?" she asked in reply.
"Because he's Malfoy, Hermione!" Ron snapped.
"You know what, Ron? Why don't you stay out of my life, okay? Don't meddle in things you don't know anything about!" Hermione lamented, gaining stares from people all around them. "I'm leaving. I've suddenly lost my appetite."
As she stormed out of the Great Hall, she saw Draco standing in the hallway. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah... Just peachy," she replied sarcastically.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad," he apologized.
"It's not you. It's Ron. He doesn't want me to meet you later, but screw him. It's my life. I'll do whatever the hell I want!" she ranted.
"Mione, calm down," he said.
"I'll see you at nine," she stated as she climbed the stairs.
'Why can't they see that I'm in love with him? Maybe I should've just stayed in the Head Tower. Why is this so complicated?' she thought as she drifted to sleep in a chair beside the fireplace.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'Great. She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. Where the bloody hell is she?' Draco asked himself, leaning against a statue near the doors.
"Hey Draco. Sorry I'm late. I fell asleep," she explained.
"It's okay. I was wondering what happened to you though," he said.
"So what are we doing?" she asked.
"You'll see. It's a surprise."
Taking her by the hand, he led her outside and into the gardens. It was the beginning of December, and there was a light coating of snow on the grass. Sitting her on a stone bench beneath a leaf-less tree, he looked her deep in the eyes.
"There's something I need to tell you," he said quietly.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Hermione, Lucius wants me to be a Death-Eater," he said.
Hermione gasped and withdrew her hands from his grasp. "What? You're not going to, are you?" she muttered.
"No! I would never do that! Hermione, but I also have to ask a huge favor of you," he stated.
"What do you need?" she questioned.
"Well, since he wants me to be a Death-Eater, he needs me to go to the training thing over Christmas Break. So I have to say I'm going to a friend's house so I can't go. So, do you think I could stay with you over the holidays?"
"Oh! Wow, that is a huge favor," she said, partially shocked.
"Yeah, I know," he replied.
"Well, I guess I could ask my parents. They might let you. But if they say no, then I don't know what to do," she told him.
"Well, it's worth a shot. Thank you, baby," he said with a grin.
"You're welcome. Let's go to the owlry so I can ask them," she suggested.
"Okay. Really though, thanks," he said.
"Do you have any parchment?" Hermione asked when they were in the owlry.
"Yeah... here. Take your time," he said.
Dear Mum and Dad, I have a question for you. Would you mind if my friend Draco stayed at our house over holiday break? His parents are going to be out of town and he doesn't like to stay at school. Please send your answer as soon as humanly possible. Thank you very, very much in advance!
All my love, Hermione
"I think that'll do," she said showing Draco.
"Do you think they'll believe it?"
"Of course they will. They're dentists!" she declared with a genuine laugh.
She attached the letter to a school owl, told it where to go, and watched as the large barn owl disappeared into the night.
"Thanks again. You have no idea how much this means to me," he said quietly as he kissed her cheek.
"Draco, I-" she started to say, but was cut off when Draco kissed her lips softly.
"Draco, no!" she exclaimed, pushing him away.
"Hermione," he said, amazed.
"Why do you always just kiss me?" she asked.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked her.
"I don't know. Maybe talk a little more. Somewhere warmer," she said.
"Okay, let's go to the Head Tower," he suggested.
"Okay," she said smiling. "Let's go."
"That's the Hermione I know..." Draco said grinning as she grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the drafty stone tower.
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Seven: The New Girl *~*~*
Hermione was lucky at breakfast the next day. No one talked about her relationship with Draco once. Everyone's conversations were focused on the new girl, who was sitting at the Head Table with Hermione, Draco, and all of the school Prefects.
The girl, a would-be sixth year, was named Mariea Jameson. She had jet black, long hair tied back into a loose ponytail, and deep gray, mysterious eyes that captivated anyone and everyone that looked into them.
Once everyone was seated and quiet, Dumbledore gave the other students a little background information on Mariea. He informed them that she came from a small Muggle village in the state of New York in America. She had been a beater at her previous school, and had come to live with her aunt in Surrey after her parents died in a car crash the previous month.
When he had finished speaking, Professor McGonagall brought the three- legged stool and the Sorting Hat to the center of the Great Hall. She called Mariea up to the front, and the Hat placed her in Gryffindor, much to their houses' happiness.
After the sorting, she and Hermione walked to the Gryffindor table. "Mariea, this is Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, and Dean Thomas. They're who I hang out with, but Ginny is the only one out of us in sixth year. The rest of us are in seventh, but that doesn't really matter," she said.
When Hermione said 'Harry Potter', Mariea's eyes widened, and Harry bowed his head. When she said 'Ron Weasley', he blushed and Ginny smacked him. The rest of them just nodded, smiled or said a simple 'Hello' or 'Hey'.
"So, Mariea, where in Surrey did you move to? I'm only asking because I live with my aunt and uncle in Surrey, too," Harry questioned.
"Um... Actually my Aunt Arabella lives on Privet Drive," she said. And after noticing Harry's astonished expression, she added, "Do you know where it is?"
"Do I know where it is? I live on that street!" he exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh! I actually know someone on my street now besides Auntie Bella's cats!" she said smiling.
"Um... Harry... Can I talk to you for a second?" Ron asked.
"Sure Ron. What's up?" he said quietly.
"She's hot! You're so lucky! You live right down the street from her!" Ron whispered.
"Yeah... so? I'm moving out this summer. I'll never see her," Harry explained.
"Well... then do you think I could help you move out?" Ron asked excitedly.
"Ron, do you really think the Dursleys would want you in their house? Remember what happened last time when you guys picked me up with the Floo Network? It was a total disaster!" Harry said.
"Please, Harry?" Ron begged.
"I'll see what I can do, okay?" he said.
"Thank you!" Ron exclaimed.
"So Arabella Figg is your aunt?" Harry asked Mariea.
"Yeah. She's my mother's half sister actually," Mariea explained.
"Oh. The Dursleys used to stick me with her, and I hated it until I found out she was a witch," Harry said. "Then once the whole thing two years ago, she's been kind of a guardian to me."
"What happened two years ago?" Mariea asked just as breakfast was ending.
"I'll tell you in lunch if I get a chance, but you don't want to be late for Potions. Snape can be a with if you go to his class late," Harry informed her with a smile.
"Thanks for the tip, Harry!" she said.
"Anytime," he said in return.
As Hermione, Harry and Ron were walking to Care of Magical Creatures, she turned to Ron and asked him, "Ron, do you have a thing for Mariea?"
"Hell yeah, he does! He wants to help me move of the Dursleys' house now!" Harry ratted.
"Thanks, Harry," Ron said, slightly annoyed.
"Ron, I'm actually happy for you. It's about time you got over me. You should ask her out," Hermione stated.
Ron, shaking his head, said to her, "Are you crazy? She'd never go out with me!"
"And how would you know? Have you asked her?" Hermione asked in return.
"Well... No. But you can see she's too good for me."
"She's not too good for you, Ron. Just ask her."
"I'll think about it. Okay?" he bargained.
"Alright. It's good enough for me," Hermione said, as they reached Hagrid's hut.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After classes, Draco didn't feel much like eating. His mind was still re- playing the events of last night. He couldn't stand this tower anymore. It was too quiet; too empty; too lonely.
He missed Hermione's voice, her laugh, her smile, her scent. He needed her, and he would get her back, if it was the last thing he'd ever do.
Grabbing a piece of parchment, he quickly wrote to Hermione:
Meet me at the castle entrance at nine o'clock tonight. Bring your heavy cloak. Draco
He hastily rolled it up and when he passed the Gryffindor table on his way out of the Great Hall, he dropped it in front of her. She looked up at him, but he had already turned and left the room.
'Hmm... I wonder what he wants this time,' she thought. She read his note, and gave in. She couldn't stand being apart from him, so she decided to go.
"Mione, what's that?" Harry asked.
"Draco wants me to meet him later tonight," she said.
"You're not going to go, are you?" Ron asked.
"Of course I'm going. Why would I not?" she asked in reply.
"Because he's Malfoy, Hermione!" Ron snapped.
"You know what, Ron? Why don't you stay out of my life, okay? Don't meddle in things you don't know anything about!" Hermione lamented, gaining stares from people all around them. "I'm leaving. I've suddenly lost my appetite."
As she stormed out of the Great Hall, she saw Draco standing in the hallway. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah... Just peachy," she replied sarcastically.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad," he apologized.
"It's not you. It's Ron. He doesn't want me to meet you later, but screw him. It's my life. I'll do whatever the hell I want!" she ranted.
"Mione, calm down," he said.
"I'll see you at nine," she stated as she climbed the stairs.
'Why can't they see that I'm in love with him? Maybe I should've just stayed in the Head Tower. Why is this so complicated?' she thought as she drifted to sleep in a chair beside the fireplace.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'Great. She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. Where the bloody hell is she?' Draco asked himself, leaning against a statue near the doors.
"Hey Draco. Sorry I'm late. I fell asleep," she explained.
"It's okay. I was wondering what happened to you though," he said.
"So what are we doing?" she asked.
"You'll see. It's a surprise."
Taking her by the hand, he led her outside and into the gardens. It was the beginning of December, and there was a light coating of snow on the grass. Sitting her on a stone bench beneath a leaf-less tree, he looked her deep in the eyes.
"There's something I need to tell you," he said quietly.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Hermione, Lucius wants me to be a Death-Eater," he said.
Hermione gasped and withdrew her hands from his grasp. "What? You're not going to, are you?" she muttered.
"No! I would never do that! Hermione, but I also have to ask a huge favor of you," he stated.
"What do you need?" she questioned.
"Well, since he wants me to be a Death-Eater, he needs me to go to the training thing over Christmas Break. So I have to say I'm going to a friend's house so I can't go. So, do you think I could stay with you over the holidays?"
"Oh! Wow, that is a huge favor," she said, partially shocked.
"Yeah, I know," he replied.
"Well, I guess I could ask my parents. They might let you. But if they say no, then I don't know what to do," she told him.
"Well, it's worth a shot. Thank you, baby," he said with a grin.
"You're welcome. Let's go to the owlry so I can ask them," she suggested.
"Okay. Really though, thanks," he said.
"Do you have any parchment?" Hermione asked when they were in the owlry.
"Yeah... here. Take your time," he said.
Dear Mum and Dad, I have a question for you. Would you mind if my friend Draco stayed at our house over holiday break? His parents are going to be out of town and he doesn't like to stay at school. Please send your answer as soon as humanly possible. Thank you very, very much in advance!
All my love, Hermione
"I think that'll do," she said showing Draco.
"Do you think they'll believe it?"
"Of course they will. They're dentists!" she declared with a genuine laugh.
She attached the letter to a school owl, told it where to go, and watched as the large barn owl disappeared into the night.
"Thanks again. You have no idea how much this means to me," he said quietly as he kissed her cheek.
"Draco, I-" she started to say, but was cut off when Draco kissed her lips softly.
"Draco, no!" she exclaimed, pushing him away.
"Hermione," he said, amazed.
"Why do you always just kiss me?" she asked.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked her.
"I don't know. Maybe talk a little more. Somewhere warmer," she said.
"Okay, let's go to the Head Tower," he suggested.
"Okay," she said smiling. "Let's go."
"That's the Hermione I know..." Draco said grinning as she grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the drafty stone tower.