Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but can I just borrow them for a
while?
Well, here is another chapter! I hope you enjoy it, it should be a bit shorter than usual, but other than that, enjoy! And review because I want you to!!! I need to know that people are reading my story!
Chapter 11
Hermione as promised, wrote to Draco often during the two-week vacation. Draco spent all his time after that first night, (which unfortunately did end with intimacy much to Draco's dismay,) researching Hermione's mother. He had found out very little about it, in fact, he had found almost nothing except her birthplace and any odd traits about her, and there were a few of them. For one, Hermione's mother was also gifted with dead languages, even more languages than Hermione. She was talented with magic. Her mother could actually control the elements. She was also telepathic, and telekinetic. All in all, her mother was a sorceress, and Hermione might be one too, but there were three more things that had to happen before Hermione was actually considered a sorceress as well. Hermione's mother was the only sorceress from this century, and there had only been four other sorceresses ever to be recorded in history.
He watched the skies as often as possible so that he could see Harry's snowy white owl because he was hoping to hear something important from Hermione.
The day they were to head back to school, that letter came.
He quickly took the letter from Hedwig and gave her a treat as she flew off, heading back to the Burrow.
He opened the letter excited to see what Hermione had to tell him as always.
Draco,
This might seem kind of odd, but I just found out that I am telepathic and telekinetic. It was really strange how I found out about both of them. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen cooking and she was thinking about how she needed the salt and that it was too far away and she was about to ask for it when she noticed that it was levitating towards her. I was the only person in the kitchen, and I didn't even realize what I was doing, then she said something about it. Isn't that the strangest thing you've ever heard about? Well, I have to go, Ron's looking this way, and he's been suspicious lately, so I don't want to give him anymore to be suspicious about.
Much love,
Hermione
Well, now there was only one thing left before she was definitely something more than a witch.
His father walked in at that moment and told him that they had to go back to Platform Nine and Three Quarters and so they left.
Draco didn't see Hermione on the train, or when he got back to school.
~*::-::*~
When Draco returned at the end of break, Hermione found his presence did nothing to settle the restless spirit she could not shake.
He caught her off guard, coming up behind her in the library. She was totally unaware of his presence when suddenly two strong arms reached around her waist and she was plucked up and whirled around like a child.
When he set her down, breathless and flaming with indignation, he laughed at her, embraced her and gave her a resounding kiss, daring her to be angry.
"You - you mustn't do that!" she protested, her smile threatening to break through the sternness she tried to assume.
"I promise not to," he said with his mischievous grin that made her feel strangely happy. "Not until the next time!"
She broke into laughter, put her hand on his cheek in a rare gesture of affection and said, "You are a fool, Draco Malfoy! The professors will have you up for detention for kissing me in public and you know that."
"If they try to put every fellow in love with a beautiful girl in detention, they'll have to come up with new punishment."
She looked up at him, her face almost translucent, and with a husky quality in her voice she whispered, "Are you Draco Malfoy? Admitting that you are in love with me Hermione Morgan, out loud?"
A dusky flush swept across Draco's refined cheekbones; there was a slight hesitation, then he smiled warmly, and lowered his lips to hers. He pulled her closer to him and brushed his tongue against her lower lip asking for admittance; she complied and let him enter, and their tongues danced, as the passion they felt was unleashed into that one kiss. Then Draco pulled away slightly, out of breath; put his hand on her cheek and said, "Can you doubt it? A man would have to be dead not to love a woman like you!"
She took a sudden deep breath, and then nodded. It was hard for this girl who had kept her emotions under strict control to let them slip, to let the warmth and pure love she felt so deeply raise to her lips. Twice she tried to speak and failed; then she swallowed and said in a whisper, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
"What sweet?"
She looked full into his face and quoted an ancient script with a passion that leapt out at him like a living thing:
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His mouth is most sweet, yea, he is altogether lovely. He brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me was love. My beloved is mine, and I am his.
Draco stood there like a man in a trance. There was something so sensual in the words - yet something so pure in Hermione's uplifted face and in her whole attitude that he could not speak.
"That's - that's very beautiful Hermione," he said finally. He dropped his hands, and she saw that the playful spirit had left his face.
"Draco - I embarrassed you!"
"No it's just that - well, I'll have to get accustomed to a woman who makes love out of old poetry and books . . ."
"Draco, did you ever hear the Persian myth about how marriage began?"
"I'm not really up on my Persian mythology to be truthful."
"Well, according to the story, God made a creature in the very beginning. But the creature did a very wicked thing, so God cut his creation right in two pieces and scattered the fragments out into the world."
"Pretty lonesome I'd say," Draco mused. He was fascinated with the piquant animation that stirred her face as she spoke.
"Oh, yes! There were lots of creatures in the world, all torn in two. One part of the creature - according to the story - was man, the other part was woman, and so you see what happened."
"Well, not quite."
"Why, one of the man pieces had to search all over the world to find the piece that fit him - the woman, who had been his other half. And none of the others would do - it had to be the very one."
Draco stared at her, then said soberly, "That's pretty hard doctrine! One man - one woman. No substitutes."
"You don't think love is that way?"
He hesitated, then smiled, saying, "I hope so Hermione. It's a nice thought." 'But it can't be like that . . . you're my other half . . . but I can't have you because of Cecily . . .' he thought, making sure the thought was heavily guarded against Hermione's telepathy.
Author's Note: Okay . . . that was kinda weird, but yeah . . . it was all I could come up with. Well, please review and let me know what you think!
Well, here is another chapter! I hope you enjoy it, it should be a bit shorter than usual, but other than that, enjoy! And review because I want you to!!! I need to know that people are reading my story!
Chapter 11
Hermione as promised, wrote to Draco often during the two-week vacation. Draco spent all his time after that first night, (which unfortunately did end with intimacy much to Draco's dismay,) researching Hermione's mother. He had found out very little about it, in fact, he had found almost nothing except her birthplace and any odd traits about her, and there were a few of them. For one, Hermione's mother was also gifted with dead languages, even more languages than Hermione. She was talented with magic. Her mother could actually control the elements. She was also telepathic, and telekinetic. All in all, her mother was a sorceress, and Hermione might be one too, but there were three more things that had to happen before Hermione was actually considered a sorceress as well. Hermione's mother was the only sorceress from this century, and there had only been four other sorceresses ever to be recorded in history.
He watched the skies as often as possible so that he could see Harry's snowy white owl because he was hoping to hear something important from Hermione.
The day they were to head back to school, that letter came.
He quickly took the letter from Hedwig and gave her a treat as she flew off, heading back to the Burrow.
He opened the letter excited to see what Hermione had to tell him as always.
Draco,
This might seem kind of odd, but I just found out that I am telepathic and telekinetic. It was really strange how I found out about both of them. Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen cooking and she was thinking about how she needed the salt and that it was too far away and she was about to ask for it when she noticed that it was levitating towards her. I was the only person in the kitchen, and I didn't even realize what I was doing, then she said something about it. Isn't that the strangest thing you've ever heard about? Well, I have to go, Ron's looking this way, and he's been suspicious lately, so I don't want to give him anymore to be suspicious about.
Much love,
Hermione
Well, now there was only one thing left before she was definitely something more than a witch.
His father walked in at that moment and told him that they had to go back to Platform Nine and Three Quarters and so they left.
Draco didn't see Hermione on the train, or when he got back to school.
~*::-::*~
When Draco returned at the end of break, Hermione found his presence did nothing to settle the restless spirit she could not shake.
He caught her off guard, coming up behind her in the library. She was totally unaware of his presence when suddenly two strong arms reached around her waist and she was plucked up and whirled around like a child.
When he set her down, breathless and flaming with indignation, he laughed at her, embraced her and gave her a resounding kiss, daring her to be angry.
"You - you mustn't do that!" she protested, her smile threatening to break through the sternness she tried to assume.
"I promise not to," he said with his mischievous grin that made her feel strangely happy. "Not until the next time!"
She broke into laughter, put her hand on his cheek in a rare gesture of affection and said, "You are a fool, Draco Malfoy! The professors will have you up for detention for kissing me in public and you know that."
"If they try to put every fellow in love with a beautiful girl in detention, they'll have to come up with new punishment."
She looked up at him, her face almost translucent, and with a husky quality in her voice she whispered, "Are you Draco Malfoy? Admitting that you are in love with me Hermione Morgan, out loud?"
A dusky flush swept across Draco's refined cheekbones; there was a slight hesitation, then he smiled warmly, and lowered his lips to hers. He pulled her closer to him and brushed his tongue against her lower lip asking for admittance; she complied and let him enter, and their tongues danced, as the passion they felt was unleashed into that one kiss. Then Draco pulled away slightly, out of breath; put his hand on her cheek and said, "Can you doubt it? A man would have to be dead not to love a woman like you!"
She took a sudden deep breath, and then nodded. It was hard for this girl who had kept her emotions under strict control to let them slip, to let the warmth and pure love she felt so deeply raise to her lips. Twice she tried to speak and failed; then she swallowed and said in a whisper, "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
"What sweet?"
She looked full into his face and quoted an ancient script with a passion that leapt out at him like a living thing:
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine. My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His mouth is most sweet, yea, he is altogether lovely. He brought me to the banquet house, and his banner over me was love. My beloved is mine, and I am his.
Draco stood there like a man in a trance. There was something so sensual in the words - yet something so pure in Hermione's uplifted face and in her whole attitude that he could not speak.
"That's - that's very beautiful Hermione," he said finally. He dropped his hands, and she saw that the playful spirit had left his face.
"Draco - I embarrassed you!"
"No it's just that - well, I'll have to get accustomed to a woman who makes love out of old poetry and books . . ."
"Draco, did you ever hear the Persian myth about how marriage began?"
"I'm not really up on my Persian mythology to be truthful."
"Well, according to the story, God made a creature in the very beginning. But the creature did a very wicked thing, so God cut his creation right in two pieces and scattered the fragments out into the world."
"Pretty lonesome I'd say," Draco mused. He was fascinated with the piquant animation that stirred her face as she spoke.
"Oh, yes! There were lots of creatures in the world, all torn in two. One part of the creature - according to the story - was man, the other part was woman, and so you see what happened."
"Well, not quite."
"Why, one of the man pieces had to search all over the world to find the piece that fit him - the woman, who had been his other half. And none of the others would do - it had to be the very one."
Draco stared at her, then said soberly, "That's pretty hard doctrine! One man - one woman. No substitutes."
"You don't think love is that way?"
He hesitated, then smiled, saying, "I hope so Hermione. It's a nice thought." 'But it can't be like that . . . you're my other half . . . but I can't have you because of Cecily . . .' he thought, making sure the thought was heavily guarded against Hermione's telepathy.
Author's Note: Okay . . . that was kinda weird, but yeah . . . it was all I could come up with. Well, please review and let me know what you think!