Hey everyone. I'm glad it was worth the wait. I was worried that you all wouldn't like it.
The Blue Lady. No the children aren't real but the spells cast make them as real as possible. I can't imagine their faces when that happens either. I'm still not disclosing the information about Hermione. Of course Lucius will come along. Trouble has to occur. And this is the most shameful part. I am an English major. I just have terrible grammar. I never paid much attention to that part of English.
Amanda There is a reason that Harry got the same amount of detention and it actually wasn't a killing curse. I won't say anything else cause it will give it away. And yes Dumbledore has reasons for keeping Harry in the school. You'll just have to read to find out.
Oh by the way in my story since I'm basically god. Hehe. Just kidding, desert dragons are the only dragons that can be tamed and the ministry allows them to be bred. Their not too dangerous unless you don't know how to ride them and Medea and Deo definitely know how to ride them.
By the way, the song in here was originally Spanish. But since not everyone speaks it the English translation is under each part. It's not exactly the same but it's basically what it means. It's Celos by Marc Anthony.
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The music started and the students awkwardly started dancing. Their professors went around the hall helping those who kept stepping on each other. Neville had a lot of trouble with Pansy because she kept trying to lead.
Harry danced with his partner and looked oddly calm. He wasn't upset that Hermione was dancing with Draco and he didn't seem to be at all fazed by the fact that Draco was openly showing his affections for her.
Ron had noticed it. He'd had a good yell at Hermione when he found out. One for not telling him, he was supposed to be her best friend and second why Malfoy. Out of all the gits she had to fall for why Malfoy?
The pain he'd felt when he'd found out from some of the third year students was unbearable. He'd loved her for so long and now his worst enemy had her heart. Oh he hated Malfoy but he couldn't hate Hermione. He understood that you couldn't choose the one you loved but in all honest he would have done the same curse as Harry.
Though the curse had gone terribly wrong. The curse was only to cause pain. The curse wasn't supposed to kill. Harry hadn't told him anything about his meeting with Dumbledore and Medea. He'd been as shocked as everyone else when he hadn't been expelled.
Harry wouldn't talk to anyone unless he was spoken to. He tried desperately to apologize to Hermione but that was it. Nothing else, He did his work, he went to Quidditch practice and he did his detention. That was all Ron knew about. Harry didn't just have to do detention with Hermione and Draco he had a list of detentions he'd have to do for the rest of the year.
Ron looked over at Hermione and Draco. A pang of jealousy sprang through him but he held it back. He looked at Harry and saw how he calmly danced with his partner. He had a smile on his face. As if nothing had happened. Oh something was definitely wrong with him.
Medea pressed the stop button on her radio. Looking around the room she shook her head.
"No everyone stop." Medea said. "You're all trying to keep up with the lyrics. You have to listen to the beat. Let's try it again."
She started the music once again and the students started to dance again, this time trying to listen to the background music.
"Better."
Yo no he deseado jamas en la vida
I've never wanted in my life,
Cambiarme por nadie
To change for no one.
Pues con mis defectos y con mis virtudes
With all my defects and my virtuesSiempre supe aceptarme
I always knew how to accept myself.
De mis fracasos, mis amores
Of my failures and my affairsSiempre aprendi de mis errores
I always learnt from my errors.
Pero nunca celos o envidia de nadie
But jealousy or envy for no one Jamas yo sentiI never did feel.
Draco guided Hermione as best he could. She kept laughing and giggling as he danced.
"I really didn't' think you could dance." She said honestly.
"My aunt made sure I knew." He said grimly. He liked to dance just not this type of dancing. Medea loved to torture him like this.
They moved to the beat and ignored the rest of the class. Some were being stepped on and others were doing quite well.
"Trust your partners." Medea called out.
(Believe me it's true. You have to be able to trust the person you're dancing with. Otherwise you're going to end up with very sore feet from being stepped on so often.)
Hasta que el destino me puso ante mi tu mirada de angel
Until destiny placed in my path your angelic face,
Y asi comenzo mi obsesion,
And my obsession began.
Mi delirio
I'm delirious.
por conquistarte
To conquest you,
Pero al saber que no eras libre
But to know you weren't free.
No me aleje y en cambio quise
I didn't turn away instead I wanted.
Estar lo mas cerca posible de ti, espiarte y seguirte alli donde vas
To be as close to you as possible, spying and following you wherever you went.
Hermione started spinning around Draco. This hidden talent of hers impressed him and he relaxed a little more watching her move against his body.
ChorusEnvidia
EnvyMe muero de celos y envidia
I'm dieing of jealousy and envy/Pensado en la forma en que el te acaricia
Thinking of the way he caresses you.
Y siempre me estoy imaginando
And I'm always imagining.
Las veces que el te hace suya
The times he makes you his.
No puedo aguantar tantos celos
I can't take all this jealousy.
Me muero de envidia
I'm dieing of envy.
Envidia
EnvyQueriendo ser luna en la noche
Wanting to be the moon at night.
Y asi ser testigo de tanto derroche
And be a witness to so much waste.
Queriendo cambiar yo mi vida
Wanting to switch my lifepor la de ese hombre
For the one of that manY amarte hasta que se te olvide
And make sure you forget.
....su nombre (ay)
His name.
'Left, right, back and forward.' Hermione's mind said logically. 'You're doing fine.'
"Neville be careful with Pansy's feet." Deo called out laughing. Hermione turned to see her fellow classmates trying to dance. Ron was having a bit of trouble dancing. He looked a bit like a robot.
Va contra mis principios
It goes against my principals.
Mi moral
My moralsMi dignidad
My dignityEltener sentimientos de amor
Having these emotions of love.
Por una mujer ajena
For another's woman,
Que sera mi condena..que me va a matar
Is this to condemn me? That it kills me.
Placing her arms around Draco's neck she came closer to him. Their bodies lightly pressed against each other. He grinned slyly as he dragged her across the hall. She gave him a similar look and did a few quick moves. He easily kept up and matched her every step.
Chorus.
Draco never lifted his gaze from her. Each time she tried to move her head he brought her eyes back to his. The students all started dancing faster as the beat got harder and it was becoming very difficult for some of them to keep up.
The chorus finished and the music became rapid and rigid. Draco took Hermione into his arms again and started moving fast. Hs legs moved like liquid as he guided Hermione around in a circle. Her hips moved sensually as she followed and swayed.
No puedo aguantar tantos celos (celos)
I can't stand so much jealousy. (Jealousy)
estoy que me muero de envidia
I'm about to die of envy.
Ay me muero de envidia
Oh I die from this envy.
Pensando en la forma en que el te acaricia y te hace suya
Thinking of how he caresses and makes you his.
No puedo aguantar tantos celos
I can't handle so much jealousy.
estoy que me muero de envidia
I'm about to die from envy.
Everyone was laughing as they tried to dance faster. A few moans of pain were heard from some of the boys and a few squeals from the girls.
"Come on you're all doing wonderfully. Keep concentrating." Medea said and took a look at Draco and Hermione and Harry and his partner. "You four are doing excellently."
Que celos los malditos celos
What jealousy? This damn jealousy,
(Estos celos con mi vida van a terminar )
(This jealousy with my life will end.)
Que celos, los malditos celos
This jealousy, this damn jealousy,
No se lo que me pasa,
I don't know what's wrong with me.
esta maldita envidia
This damn envyQue va a acabar conmigo yo lo se
It will finish with me I know it.
si no te hago mia
If I don't make you mine.
One of the girls slipped and her partner had to grab her. The people around them laughed including Ron who was trying very hard to not step on his partner.
"This isn't easy." He muttered looking up. His partner was a very good dancer but he was terrible at it.
Va contra mis principios mi moral
It goes against my principals, my morals.
querer amar a Una mujer que es ajena
Wanting to love a woman who belongs to another.
Vivir asi no puedo mas, en esta agonia
I can't live like this anymore, with this agony.
Draco grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her towards him as he walked backwards. He looked up at Harry and saw his calmness. He was smiling warmly at his partner as she spoke to him. She was actually quite a chatterbox.
Shaking his head slightly we looked back at Hermione who was starting to look a little tired. He grinned and purposely got faster.
Vivir asi no puedo mas
I can't live like this anymore.
Te digo no puedo mas
I'm telling you I can't anymore.
Vivir asi no puedo mas
I can't live like this anymore.
No puedo , no puedo mas
I can't, I can't anymore.
The music stopped and everyone stopped dancing. Their breathing was heavy from the exercise and a few of the boys sat down on the ground worn out.
"Didn't know you could dance like that." Draco said while he panted.
"Well there is still a lot you have to find out Mr. Malfoy." She said breathlessly. Before he could answer Deo came into the middle of the hall.
"That was excellent. Ladies and gentlemen this is dancing. After a few hours you'll all be able to keep up a beat without feeling so tired."
Most of the class groaned. They didn't think they could dance that well but their professor's would help them. They could only hope.
"Oh by the way twenty points to both Slytherin and Gryfinndor," He said grinning at Draco and Hermione. "You did good."
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When their very long dancing class finished Hermione started towards the common room. She hadn't been there for a while and she'd taken both her children with her. Draco had Quidditch practice for tomorrow's game against Ravenclaw. Not an easy task now days. Their new seeker Julie Aka Jewels was a force to be reckoned with.
When you looked at her she seemed shy but Ravenclaw's knew better. She could be friendly and was very intelligent. Was one of the top in the class but when it came to Quidditch it wasn't the same girl. She was determined and had an evil glint when she played.
Hermione had gotten a chance to know her. She was very fond of Slytherin's and dated one of the seventh years from the Quidditch team. When they'd started dating everyone thought they'd have trouble when in a match but both were too strong and determined to let it get in their way. They played as they would anyone else and would act normal after.
She walked into the common room silently seeing that no one was in. Of course it was Saturday no one wanted to be stuck inside on a day like this. She sat down in a corner and placed Ashleigh and Sebastian on the plush couch and started doing some much needed studying.
She heard voices from the stairs half an hour later. The twins were fast asleep and she listened intently.
"Harry what's going on?" It was Ron.
"Nothing Ron I'm perfectly fine." Harry responded calmly as he always did. She shuddered she didn't think she had it in her to forgive him yet.
"Yes there is something wrong. You spend all of Saturday doing detention then they let you go to Quidditch practice and on the weekday that's all you do. Study; write apology letters to Hermione, detention and Quidditch. It's not healthy. What are they doing to you?
Harry sighed. He hadn't wanted to tell Ron about the conversation he'd had with Dumbledore and Medea. It had been rough.
"Alright I'll tell you." Harry said quietly. He closed his eyes and thought back to what happened after the attack.
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"You do realize Harry that I should have you expelled?" Dumbledore said softly. Harry nodded expecting the worst. "But I will not do so."
Harry's head lifted up in shock. Medea sat in the corner looking very calm. Her eyes held no hatred only some sort of mysterious understanding.
"Sir?"
"Harry though you did almost kill a student I don't think it was your intent am I correct in assuming this?" Dumbledore asked standing up.
"No sir. I just wanted to hurt him. I know it was wrong but I never wanted to kill him." He said truthfully. As much as he hated the Slytherin he'd never wanted to kill him.
"The spell you used was the pain spell am I correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Though you do realize as you got angrier the worse the injuries became on Mr. Malfoy?"
"Yes sir. I saw them myself."
"What did you feel when you were doing this?"
"I was angry sir. I was just so furious with him. He was saying things I knew were true. The look in his eyes said it. He wasn't' lying and I don't know who I was more angry with. Hermione, Malfoy or myself."
"And when he called for her?"
"I just blew up. I don't remember how. I just know it wasn't me controlling the emotions anymore. It was something else and I honestly don't know what happened. I can't remember." He started to panic just a little. Harry was not used to having his emotions tampered with.
Dumbledore looked over at Medea and she nodded as if to have seen something. He smiled warmly at Harry before speaking.
"Harry I can't overlook the fact that this happened, nor can I overlook the fact that it is not completely your fault but there will be severe detentions for the rest of the year." Dumbledore said gravely.
"Yes sir." Harry said sighing in relief.
"Another thing Harry." Medea spoke for the first time since the meeting. Harry looked at her terrified. "We'd like you to come and take a few tests in a few weeks."
"Of what?" Harry asked slowly.
"Just a few tests at the ministry. Nothing to severe we'll explain it to you when you have to go in." She said smiling.
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"And then she went on to explain my detentions for the year. So every afternoon when it's free time I go with one of the teachers and serve detention. I don't think I've ever worked so hard in my life. Not even with the Dursleys. Deo is horrible but he's a good talk. Medea is rough. The dragon cleaning only half of her punishment, the other half is just as bad."
"What is it?"
"The female dragon is nesting." Harry said.
"Yea so?" Ron asked confused.
"She's taking this special formula. So the eggs will come out healthy. It's mixed into their food. It's a mix of fish meat bit of chicken and some other stuff. Looks like slime."
"What you do with it feed it to her?"
"No I've never seen the dragons. She's always in the nest, which is just inside the dark forest and the male's always out flying. Harmless apparently they've had them since they were babies so they're tamed."
"So what do you do?"
"I sit there for about two hours mixing the stuff with Hagrid. He's fine with it but I'm not. It's awful. The stuff gets stuck in your clothes and when you're piling twenty pounds of fish into a pot it's not pretty."
"Well come on. You've got an hour before that. Slytherin's are doing Quidditch. Might as well rest up." Harry nodded and they went to their dorm room.
Hermione creped out from under the stairs, she picked up Ashleigh and Sebastian and went for the door.
She hadn't talked to Harry at all and by the looks of it he hadn't even talked to Ron. She didn't know what to think. She couldn't ask him about what she'd heard. She still found it hard to talk to him without wanting to slap him but this information made it harder to understand.
Only one person knew what was going on. She walked to the head girl/boy common room and grabbed the pram. Placing her twins in it she changed and walked towards Medea's room. She spoke the password but dint find any trace of her or Steven there. Only a note that said,
'Meet me in front Hagrid's hut.'
For the hundredth time in that year she wondered how she always knew what was going on.
She walked out of the castle and into the cool air. It was getting closer to Halloween and she couldn't wait for the ball and the week after that their families would be coming to see what they did at school. She was excited but nervous at the same time.
She saw Medea singing to Steven on one of the many rocks around Hagrid's hut. She watched on as the small baby stared up at his mother with adoration and love. He had the sweetest smile on his face as she rocked him gently.
Medea stopped singing and looked up. She grinned at Hermione and motioned for her to sit next to her on one of the other rocks.
"Thought you'd come." She said softly. The wind blew her luxurious long hair giving her an angelic look.
"How did you…" Hermione started but the raise in Medea's eyebrow cut her off.
"So you know that Harry has more detention than you or Draco?" She was blunt and to the point. Hermione nodded. "I guess you want some explanations."
"I'd like to know what's going on." She said honestly.
"Well let's start with what directly involves you." Medea said placing a foot on Steven's pram and rocking gently. "You were placed in detention because even if you were under emotional distress you shouldn't have hit Harry. Took five stitches to fix his eye up. Even with Madame Pomfrey's healing potion. Secondly I placed Draco under detention because I know my cousin Hermione. He must have said something to Harry to get him that mad. Yes he's been through enough pain but I can't ignore it. Besides he owed a detention from a month back."
Hermione was silent for a while and then looked at her children. They kept sleeping peacefully in the cool air. Hermione tucked the blanket in a little more to keep them warmer.
"What about this whole thing with Harry?" She said finally.
"Hermione I really shouldn't tell you all this. This is something you might want to ask Harry himself." She warned.
"He wouldn't tell me. He keeps sending me apology notes but nothing else."
"Hermione as you know when Voldemor gave Harry his scar he passed on some of his abilities with it."
"Yes." She said.
"Hermione. My family knew Tom Riddle. For a very long time actually, this was a very long time ago you can imagine. My grandfather says that he was a very frustrated young man. He never touched our family though. No one ever knew why he didn't' even try to come close. That's why they say that we're a force to be reckoned with. I honestly believe that deep down he felt some gratitude towards my grandfather."
"What do you mean?" Hermione was interested. Medea was telling her something she was to keep secret. She didn't have to say it she already knew.
"Well my grandfather is an old man now but when you look at him you can't help but warm up to him. Tom was always ranting about how he wanted to be better. How he wanted to prove his worth in the world. I believe it Hermione. I honestly do, I just think he went to far."
"Yeah."
"Well you see before he fully turned he'd spend time in our manor. I think he honored my grandfather's friendship to him. Tom had muggle in him as you may know. My grandfather was a kind pureblood so there was some gratitude towards that. There are old pictures were he's with my grandfather. He's not ashamed of his old friendship. To this day he wishes he could have helped him but there was no help for Tom. Well anyway back to the point. My grandfather once told me that Tom had an amazing talent. He could do things so advanced it rivaled the best wizards and witches. I know for a fact aura's can be passed on. In children and in curses, as you know Harry inherited some of Tom's gifts. The ability to talk to snakes and that thirst to prove himself but Hermione, he also inherited some bad things."
"Like what?"
"Like that damn determination. Which in most cases aren't such a bad thing but also his temper. It's told that no one liked to get Tom mad because it was as if his eyes flared with fire. His mind snapped and a side of him that we all know as Voldemort came out. Hermione I know for a fact that the night he cursed Harry he was looking for something. I don't know what I just know it. I can feel it. When he cursed Harry some of his old frustrations went with it. Whatever Draco said and whatever happened in Harry's mind was part of that."
"So that's why he wasn't expelled. Because you don't believe it was completely his fault?" Hermione asked still confused.
"There are a few reasons. I won't disclose them to you though. I've told you a bit more than I should actually but Hermione he's not the first man to be jealous of a woman."
"He didn't want me before." She said softly looking at Sebastian as he stirred. "I thought I loved him but I was wrong. When I started this deal with Draco I was so upset. I kept thinking why? Then he started showing me this side of him I'd never thought possible in him and I fell in love with him. To be honest maybe I always have felt something for him."
"Possibly. Listen Hermione I'm not going to judge you on your taste of men. The whole school knows now and I only put you in detention for the reasons I've told you. If it was me I would have done the same."
"I don't know what to do." Hermione said. "This feels so strange. I've always locked myself away from all those things. I've always wanted to study and be the best, I never wanted all this but now that I have it. That I've gone through it I don't think I can let it go."
"You want to know something?" Medea gave her a look of mischief and mirth. Hermione nodded. "You remind me of a friend of mine."
"Really?"
"Really." She said softly. "Always determined to be the best. You should l have seen her play a game of Quidditch. Couldn't do very well as a chaser or a seeker but was an amazing beater. She gained Slytherin the most points that year. She was a bright one."
With that Medea got up and Left Hermione to think. She knew that she couldn't help her with the Harry problem. She'd have to forgive him when she was good and ready. Until then she could only give her some closure.
"Oh by the way I think Draco will be in the muggle classroom after practice." Se called out before disappearing with her son.
Hermione sighed and walked towards the castle
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Draco and Hermione's life together seemed to be picture perfect. They were in love, had two children together and were excelling in school. One morning after Hermione had snuck into Draco's room that night, she was laying there with her head resting on his muscular shoulder (a/n don't you all wish that you were Hermione now.... Hehe). She saw that his eyes had opened and that they were staring up at the ceiling.
"Draco, Are you happy?" Hermione asked him quietly.
"Yes. I have everything that I could possibly want. Why wouldn't I be happy?" Draco said.
"Don't lie. I see it in your eyes. Something's not there, and I can't figure it out. Tell me what's bothering you" Hermione said.
"Nothing really. It's just my father. I am always fighting for his approval, but I doubt that I will ever be good enough for him," Draco said with pain in his voice.
"Well you are good enough for me," Hermione replied kissing his shoulder.
"I know. But you are so different from him. He always has to make me smaller than him. No matter how well I do in school, I end up being a baby to him for not making Quidditch captain. If I grow my hair, I'm a freak. If I cut it, it's never short enough. If I shave my head, I'm a psycho. It's more than hair and school. No matter how small he can be as a human being, I always have to be smaller. Every time he hit me beat me down, with every hit he tried to make me smaller. So, when we...I mean... uh...I.... become a parent, a real one, I will never hit them. I'll try to make them better than me. Otherwise, what's the point?" Draco said.
"True, why didn't you tell me this-" Hermione was cut off by the sound of a crying baby. She walked over to the cribs and saw that Ashleigh was crying. Before picking her up, she stared at her.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Draco looked at her quizzically.
"They're bigger." She said.
"What???" Draco looked at her likes she was insane.
"Yes. They must've grown overnight, they're toddlers now, Look." Hermione picked up Ashleigh with more difficulty than usual. Ashleigh now weighed about 20 pounds.
"Oh Merlin, you're right. I'll take her." Draco said pulling her into his lap. Hermione pulled Sebastian out of the crib and cradled him in her arms. She crept into the bed and lay down next to Draco.
'I can't believe where I am. A year ago, if someone told me this is where I'd be and this is what I would be doing, I would think they were insane, but this isn't so bad now is t?" Hermione thought to herself.
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After a tough day of classes, Hermione walked back to her dorm room with both of her children. She had decided to give Draco some time off because he was going to Quidditch practice, and then to work on his project. After being in her room all night with little to do, Hermione decided to leave her sleeping children and leave in search of Draco. She walked down the dark corridors of Hogwarts until she saw a classroom with light streaming from it. She peeked in slowly and saw Draco by himself with his project. She walked in slowly, not to be noticed.
Hermione walked slowly, without a sound towards Draco. She watched him as his fingers moved slowly over the clay, forming a woman's face. He glanced at a rough sketch every now and then, but remained always with his hands on the clay. She was amazed at the talent that Draco possessed. She never knew how well he could mold clay. She knew that he had a talent for drawing, but maybe she just never realized how artistic he truly was.
The clay figure of the woman Hermione thought to be her was molded into what she believed to be a masterpiece. Every part of the model was done with immense thought and care. She saw now, Draco was definitely not the man that people perceived him to be. She knew that he was someone entirely different than what the world saw. He was loving, caring, protective and artistic. Now, if you went and asked the average Hogwarts student what they thought of Draco, you would probably get an answer of "mean, perverted, and well, just an ass".
She decided to hide behind a curtain because she wanted to see Draco work peacefully, and she didn't want to disturb him. Hermione's head peaked out from behind the curtain when she heard a movement from out in the hallway. Professor Snape walked in to see Draco molding clay for his project.
"Oh come now, Draco. Who knew you were so artistic and girly?" Snape said with an air of arrogance.
"Who said molding clay is girly?" Draco shot back.
"Oh, I don't know. Just appears to be so," Snape said rather plainly.
"Well not everything is as it appears to be." Draco said. Hermione definitely agreed with this comment.
"Well, I didn't come here to quarrel about trivial matters such as clay molding," Snape said.
"Then why did you come here to bother me?" Draco said.
"I came here to inform you that your father is coming here to pay you a visit. I believe that he would like to give you some important information," Snape said.
"Like what?" Draco replied.
"I believe that your father is unhappy with your performance here, and that he would like for you to be placed in an school with less, rigorous, requirements." Snape said.
"WHAT!" Draco yelled.
"Yes, I believe that he said something about Drumstrang, perhaps Beauxbatons, However, I believe that he wouldn't place you there. You know how he feels about the French."
"THIS IS SO.... FUCKED!!!!!!!!!!" Draco screamed.
"Don't use that type of language with me Mr. Malfoy." Snape added.
"You should get out of here before I beat the shit out of you, Snape. And you know I can too." Draco said icily, remembering when he punched Snape in the face after one of the Malfoy's parties. He remembered full well that Snape called his mother "a nasty whore".
Snape walked out calmly and shut the door behind him. Draco hated everything about him- even though he put up the front that he liked him. He hated his personality- the way he talked to him- the way he treated him and his family. As soon as Snape shut the door, Draco, in a fit of rage took the beautiful sculpture and threw it at the door.
Hermione watched as the beautiful work of art smashed into pieces and was destroyed. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she hid further into the curtains. She saw Draco walk over to the destroyed clay and began to pick it up. He then walked over to the trash and threw it all away.
Hermione had watched just then a range of emotions she rarely saw in Draco- anger, sadness, and frustration. She just never did. When she was around him, he was happy and loving. Draco had so many layers that she had to uncover, the layers of him that no one ever saw. Now there was the frustration of him possibly moving away.
She saw him, from the solace of being behind a curtain leave the room. After she was sure he wouldn't be in the hallway, she crept out of the room and ran all of the way to her dorm. She flopped down on her bed when she felt something underneath her. It was a piece of paper. She unraveled it and began to read.
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Hermione- I have to talk to you, its really important. Come to the library as soon as you can. Ill be up all night as it is; so don't worry if it's late.
I love you
Draco
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Hermione thought that it would be strange that Draco would have her meet him there, but she still wanted to go. She got up from her bed and put on some clothes, as she had just put on her pj's for bed. Dressed in a pair of Seven Jeans and an Abercrombie tee shirt, she walked barefoot through the cold corridors of Hogwarts until she reached the Library's wing. She walked through the flame lit corridor until she stopped short. She saw a shadow emerge from the hall in front of her, which took her breath away.
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I hope that you all liked it. Sorry (but really not) about the cliffhanger. I wrote it because I figured that you all would enjoy it. Hehe. Well reply if you want the answer to what took Hermione's breath away.... xoxo
Tinkerbelle (I'm the coauthor Hehe)
Umm I could have kept going and made it a full chapter but I'm still evil. Hehe. I hope you liked it and I hope it explained a little bit of what's going on. Things are getting complicated and Halloween is coming closer. The kids are starting to grow and I wonder what surprises lay in stall for all of them.
Well anyway I have to go. Love you all. Bye
Kang/Sanura.
Co writer Tinkerbelle.