Wednesday, 19 November, 2003

07:15:13 PM


SD101:: Hey guys! Thank you so much for the reviews! Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. However, in typing this, I can not be happy! I must be...dark! So, read on!


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Hermione's eyes widened as the words processed in her head. His? She belonged to him? This evil bastard? The son of an evil bastard? Life could not get any worse that this! Who hated her so much to put her through so much hell? What had she done wrong? What ever it was, she wished she never had done it.


Draco pulled Hermione up from the floor by her arm. He looked her over before pushing her back onto the bed. Oh gods no! Don't let him rape me! thought Hermione, tears springing up into her eyes for the hundredth time that night. Draco stared down at her with the look of curiosity, as if he were pondering something. He was too. Finally deciding on his thoughts, he raised he wand, and moved it over her body.


Hermione's body glowed before being outfitted in a dark green night gown. Hermione could've died. Here she was, expecting him to disrobe her, and instead he clothes her in lavish pajamas! So many things were wrong with this picture that it left her feeling dizzy. "Go to bed, It's been a long night and you need to rest after being outside in the cold,"said Draco.


"How did you know?"asked Hermione, looking at him, not moving from her place at the foot of the bed.


"I watched you. I've always watched you. Everyday. Every night. Not one single movement of yours can go unseen without me seeing it. I know all about your little run-ins with the other Death Eaters. Sometimes I experience their pain that you so graciously award them. I requested you. I wanted you. Still do for that matter. Now, get in bed so I can check on your conditions. You have a high possibility of getting ill,"said Draco, before walking over to a book shelf.


Hermione looked shell shocked, but did as she was told. How did he know? What was he? Draco sat beside her on the edge of the bed with a large book in hand. Was he going to read her a bed-time story? Was he human enough to know what that was? He must've had some human in him to care about her well-being. Why did he care? She was just a lowly mudblood. all these questions ran through Hermione's head, all going past the speed limit of 65 mph.


Draco scanned the pages, a tarnished yellow, before finding the one he wanted. He looked at Hermione before placing the back of his hand against her forehead, then her cheek. He turn the page and read it for a quick second and raised his wand. He looked at her, his expression blank, as he read the incantation, muttering it under his breath.


Hermione felt her body get warm, a pleasant sensation, but it soon stopped. "That should keep you from getting sick. I'll be back in a moment. Go anywhere and you'll be sorry,"said Draco before leaving. Hermione looked at his retreating back, surprised. That was a nice warning considering he just helped me, thought Hermione.


She leaned back against the soft pillows, and closed her eyes. She could not believe her luck...if that's what it was. Malfoy wasn't being mean to her! He may have been strict but she preferred that over brutal. There was only one thing that scared her about Malfoy. How was he able to watch her? How did he know bout her run-in's with the Death Eaters and the pain, the mysterious pain, she is said to have caused them.


It wasn't like she kicked them in the balls, yet she caused them pain. And Draco said he felt it too, though not all of the time. This was enough to question who she was. She was muggle-born, and she was a witch...But powers like that came from magical bloodlines, and she was quite sure she was the first in her family, though not the last if she had children...if she ever got out of this situation, that is.


Hermione opened her eyes as Draco came back in, carrying another book. It sort of looked like a photo album, but it wasn't. He sat next to her in bed, and turned her face towards him, not speaking a word. He opened the book, which was plank, much to Hermione's surprise and disappointment. Draco took out a silver quill, and started sketching her face. As she watched him, Hermione was quite surprise to see that Draco drew so well.


He continued, glancing at her, making an exact replica of her. When he finished, he tapped the page with his wand. The picture dissolved into the pages, and bled words, written in the same green ink that he drew the picture in. In bold words at the top of he page was a name::


Lakana Hermione Celestial.


Under it said::


The last born pureblood of the Celestial Clan, one of the most powerful families of magic


SD101:: ooo....oooooooooooo......OOOOOooooOOOOO....What will happen next?.....who knows?.....I do.....he he...


sweet dreamz.....^*^


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