Disclaimer: Did you really think that I owned all the Harry Potter
characters and setting and became the most popular writer ever? I didn't
think so. Obviously, J.K. Rowling, magnificent writer she is, owns
everything but the plot.
A/N: this is my first attempt at a fanfic, and I really hope you enjoy this. I worked really hard on this fic, so please reward me with some reviews!!
Into the Arms of Darkness and Love
Chapter 1
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked his unusually silent friend on the scarlet train bound for Hogwarts.
Hermione was awakened out of her reverie. She peered into the face of one of her best friends. Of course, nothing would be kept from him. Her deepest secrets would always surface in the presence of the particular faces of Harry, Ron, or Ginny.
"Nothing much," she replied vaguely. Harry didn't press the matter further, in fear of awakening the un-erupted volcano of emotional discharge that has been pent-up inside her.
Of course, a train ride to Hogwarts wouldn't be just that without a visit from none other than Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, Harry and Ron decided they had a full bladder and left the last compartment with their girlfriends Lavender and Ginny in tow to get away from moody Hermione.
Darkness is rising, she thought. If only I could help significantly in some way to rid us of this evil.
Hermione had not noticed that her most trustworthy and loyal friends had left for a snog session, and also hadn't realized that her worst enemy was standing at the entrance to the train compartment, staring at her peculiarly as if she was standing on her head singing the national anthem.
"Thinking about me, Granger?" Draco remarked at her semi-conscious state.
Groaning inwardly at the cold voice she could recognize anywhere, she turned around in her seat. Hermione glared unmercifully. If looks could kill, Draco would be sizzling bacon by now.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy. I don't have time for this right now," she demanded.
Not weakening the slightest by her death glare, Draco took the seat across Hermione. It was then that she noticed that the two buffoons Crabbe and Goyle were absent from their permanent spots at Malfoy's either side.
"Where are your bodyguards?"
"That's none of your business," Draco said, as he tried to brush any suspicions away. It wasn't as if Draco didn't know where they were. They were sent to a place equivalent to Death Eater boot camp. The reason Draco wasn't there right now was that he was on a special mission. A mission which required him to stay at Hogwarts, where most of the innocent lie. It just would've been more convenient to his plans if that slight fact remained unspoken of in front of anyone related to "The Boy who Lived".
"Well, if you're here to just pester me, you can just leave. I'm mad enough as it is."
What is this? Draco thought to himself. Is this mudblood know-it- all giving in? To me? This chance is too great to pass up.
"What's the matter, Granger? Run out of insults?"
"No. I just don't have the patience right now to deal with you."
There it is again. Draco did not know what hit him, since there were no threats being made by Hermione that were being directed at yours truly. This.civility was getting uncomfortable, and at that moment, he would've given up anything to NOT be where he was right then. So much for his miraculous plan in hope of seeing Granger in out-of-control fury.
"Why did you come here in the first place, anyways?" inquired Hermione, eyes wide with curiosity.
Draco cleared his throat to pass the time. Why DID he go there in the first place? Of course, he only decided to come when he saw Potter and Weasley dragging their girlfriends out of the compartment in a rushed hurry with expressions of nervousness and fear etched on their faces. Finally, he remembered his beginning purpose of hunting down Hermione.
"You missed the Prefect's meeting. Something of immense importance was being discussed by the attendants. That is, all the prefects except for you." Malfoy put on his best smirk as he watched realization dawn on Hermione's face.
She suddenly shot up straight from her seat, and began pacing.
"I can't believe I missed a meeting! What will Professor McGonagall THINK of me?! What were the topics of discussion?" she paused as she caught the look of self-contempt on Malfoy's face. "What are you staring at?"
"Oh, nothing," he replied, as he stood up to leave. "And by the way, you're Head Girl." Draco started to exit the compartment with the satisfaction of knowing that he had made Hermione's jaw drop to her feet.
Just when he was out of the compartment, she called out, "Draco, wait!" He turned around, and raised his pale eyebrows in question. "Who's Head Boy, then?" He gave her a meaningful stare, and all was understood.
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".These are dark times, and during such times it is most important to know who to trust, and make alliances with those that we see as our opposites. We need strength, and unity has proven to be a powerful tool against our nemesis. Think, of the consequences if we still are separate, of the chance of finally diminishing this evil. This division can be our downfall, as mergers will see to our rise. Tuck in."
Ron, barely waiting a second after the Headmaster's speech was finished before stuffing his face with mashed potatoes.
Harry noticed that Hermione was silent after the speech, as if she was deep in thought.
"Alright, Hermione, that's it," Harry declared as Hermione gazed at him questioningly. "I decided to let it go on the train, but you HAVE to tell me what's going on."
After a slight moment's pause, she started to speak. "I'm scared, Harry. I've never been so scared in my life, except for that time we were running from the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic, but - "
"Hermione."
"Yes, sorry. Rambling again. I don't want to talk about this here. Can't this wait until later? I promise I'll tell you everything that's been on my mind then. I'm just.hungry right now." And, in hope of exhibiting true hunger, she tore off a huge chunk of chicken flesh and began chewing.
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And tell him, she did. Harry sat on his four-poster bed in his dormitory that he shared with Ron and some others for six years. The night's conversation with Hermione flooded back to him.
"I really want to help, Harry, I really do. I've been thinking about it, and the more I do, the more it makes sense. Please, it's not like it'll hurt any one of us personally, right?"
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "This is stupid, Hermione, and you know it. It could all backfire any moment, and what makes you think that Pansy would be stupid enough to believe you?"
"I've talked to her before, during our first few years, and she isn't all that bad. She just puts up this big front to keep up with the Slytherins."
"Just promise me that you won't get hurt. Promise me."
"I might not even have to befriend Pansy. I'm Head Girl, Harry, and that means I can wander past the dungeons without arousing any suspicion, and I could probably pick up some information that way. Just make sure Ron doesn't find out. I don't want to fight with him anymore."
*Meanwhile.*
Hermione walked briskly behind Professor McGonagall, ignoring the shocks she received from Malfoy due to their arms brushing each other.
It's almost as if he's purposely doing it. Hermione quickly brushed that thought aside, tagging it as ridiculous.
The common room that they were to share was elaborately designed, and their own sleeping quarters were just as magnificent, if not more. They were decorated according to their house colors, and their bathroom had a large tub that had many different taps labeled according to their scents.
Hermione had not realized that she and Draco had been left alone, and, as she toured the common room, she felt a warm breath on her neck. It sent shivers down her spine, and she whirled around quickly, only to meet the steely gaze of Malfoy, with her eyes reaching up to his chin.
"Hi," he said huskily. That lone word sent Hermione's body into a spasm of arousal. But then again, his hands trailing up and down her arms probably had something to do with it too. He gripped her waist, and lowered his mouth until they were almost touching when-
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked in a mere whisper.
"What do you think I'm doing?" With that, he quickly covered the remaining space between their lips by kissing her lightly, almost sweetly.
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A/N: So.What didya think? Please tell me in the review.constructive criticism is welcome!
A/N: this is my first attempt at a fanfic, and I really hope you enjoy this. I worked really hard on this fic, so please reward me with some reviews!!
Into the Arms of Darkness and Love
Chapter 1
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Harry asked his unusually silent friend on the scarlet train bound for Hogwarts.
Hermione was awakened out of her reverie. She peered into the face of one of her best friends. Of course, nothing would be kept from him. Her deepest secrets would always surface in the presence of the particular faces of Harry, Ron, or Ginny.
"Nothing much," she replied vaguely. Harry didn't press the matter further, in fear of awakening the un-erupted volcano of emotional discharge that has been pent-up inside her.
Of course, a train ride to Hogwarts wouldn't be just that without a visit from none other than Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, Harry and Ron decided they had a full bladder and left the last compartment with their girlfriends Lavender and Ginny in tow to get away from moody Hermione.
Darkness is rising, she thought. If only I could help significantly in some way to rid us of this evil.
Hermione had not noticed that her most trustworthy and loyal friends had left for a snog session, and also hadn't realized that her worst enemy was standing at the entrance to the train compartment, staring at her peculiarly as if she was standing on her head singing the national anthem.
"Thinking about me, Granger?" Draco remarked at her semi-conscious state.
Groaning inwardly at the cold voice she could recognize anywhere, she turned around in her seat. Hermione glared unmercifully. If looks could kill, Draco would be sizzling bacon by now.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy. I don't have time for this right now," she demanded.
Not weakening the slightest by her death glare, Draco took the seat across Hermione. It was then that she noticed that the two buffoons Crabbe and Goyle were absent from their permanent spots at Malfoy's either side.
"Where are your bodyguards?"
"That's none of your business," Draco said, as he tried to brush any suspicions away. It wasn't as if Draco didn't know where they were. They were sent to a place equivalent to Death Eater boot camp. The reason Draco wasn't there right now was that he was on a special mission. A mission which required him to stay at Hogwarts, where most of the innocent lie. It just would've been more convenient to his plans if that slight fact remained unspoken of in front of anyone related to "The Boy who Lived".
"Well, if you're here to just pester me, you can just leave. I'm mad enough as it is."
What is this? Draco thought to himself. Is this mudblood know-it- all giving in? To me? This chance is too great to pass up.
"What's the matter, Granger? Run out of insults?"
"No. I just don't have the patience right now to deal with you."
There it is again. Draco did not know what hit him, since there were no threats being made by Hermione that were being directed at yours truly. This.civility was getting uncomfortable, and at that moment, he would've given up anything to NOT be where he was right then. So much for his miraculous plan in hope of seeing Granger in out-of-control fury.
"Why did you come here in the first place, anyways?" inquired Hermione, eyes wide with curiosity.
Draco cleared his throat to pass the time. Why DID he go there in the first place? Of course, he only decided to come when he saw Potter and Weasley dragging their girlfriends out of the compartment in a rushed hurry with expressions of nervousness and fear etched on their faces. Finally, he remembered his beginning purpose of hunting down Hermione.
"You missed the Prefect's meeting. Something of immense importance was being discussed by the attendants. That is, all the prefects except for you." Malfoy put on his best smirk as he watched realization dawn on Hermione's face.
She suddenly shot up straight from her seat, and began pacing.
"I can't believe I missed a meeting! What will Professor McGonagall THINK of me?! What were the topics of discussion?" she paused as she caught the look of self-contempt on Malfoy's face. "What are you staring at?"
"Oh, nothing," he replied, as he stood up to leave. "And by the way, you're Head Girl." Draco started to exit the compartment with the satisfaction of knowing that he had made Hermione's jaw drop to her feet.
Just when he was out of the compartment, she called out, "Draco, wait!" He turned around, and raised his pale eyebrows in question. "Who's Head Boy, then?" He gave her a meaningful stare, and all was understood.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
".These are dark times, and during such times it is most important to know who to trust, and make alliances with those that we see as our opposites. We need strength, and unity has proven to be a powerful tool against our nemesis. Think, of the consequences if we still are separate, of the chance of finally diminishing this evil. This division can be our downfall, as mergers will see to our rise. Tuck in."
Ron, barely waiting a second after the Headmaster's speech was finished before stuffing his face with mashed potatoes.
Harry noticed that Hermione was silent after the speech, as if she was deep in thought.
"Alright, Hermione, that's it," Harry declared as Hermione gazed at him questioningly. "I decided to let it go on the train, but you HAVE to tell me what's going on."
After a slight moment's pause, she started to speak. "I'm scared, Harry. I've never been so scared in my life, except for that time we were running from the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic, but - "
"Hermione."
"Yes, sorry. Rambling again. I don't want to talk about this here. Can't this wait until later? I promise I'll tell you everything that's been on my mind then. I'm just.hungry right now." And, in hope of exhibiting true hunger, she tore off a huge chunk of chicken flesh and began chewing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
And tell him, she did. Harry sat on his four-poster bed in his dormitory that he shared with Ron and some others for six years. The night's conversation with Hermione flooded back to him.
"I really want to help, Harry, I really do. I've been thinking about it, and the more I do, the more it makes sense. Please, it's not like it'll hurt any one of us personally, right?"
Harry shook his head in disbelief. "This is stupid, Hermione, and you know it. It could all backfire any moment, and what makes you think that Pansy would be stupid enough to believe you?"
"I've talked to her before, during our first few years, and she isn't all that bad. She just puts up this big front to keep up with the Slytherins."
"Just promise me that you won't get hurt. Promise me."
"I might not even have to befriend Pansy. I'm Head Girl, Harry, and that means I can wander past the dungeons without arousing any suspicion, and I could probably pick up some information that way. Just make sure Ron doesn't find out. I don't want to fight with him anymore."
*Meanwhile.*
Hermione walked briskly behind Professor McGonagall, ignoring the shocks she received from Malfoy due to their arms brushing each other.
It's almost as if he's purposely doing it. Hermione quickly brushed that thought aside, tagging it as ridiculous.
The common room that they were to share was elaborately designed, and their own sleeping quarters were just as magnificent, if not more. They were decorated according to their house colors, and their bathroom had a large tub that had many different taps labeled according to their scents.
Hermione had not realized that she and Draco had been left alone, and, as she toured the common room, she felt a warm breath on her neck. It sent shivers down her spine, and she whirled around quickly, only to meet the steely gaze of Malfoy, with her eyes reaching up to his chin.
"Hi," he said huskily. That lone word sent Hermione's body into a spasm of arousal. But then again, his hands trailing up and down her arms probably had something to do with it too. He gripped her waist, and lowered his mouth until they were almost touching when-
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked in a mere whisper.
"What do you think I'm doing?" With that, he quickly covered the remaining space between their lips by kissing her lightly, almost sweetly.
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A/N: So.What didya think? Please tell me in the review.constructive criticism is welcome!