SHATTERED GLASS
by o
supported by sPECTARE, cUPERE, cAPERE, part of aGAINST aLL rEASONS
part three: reflections.
the room draco and hermione were staying in was meant to be used as a honeymoon suite, but hermione and draco refused to sleep in the same bed. draco agreed to stay in a cot the hotel provided the first night, and hermione would take it the next night, and so on.
the cot creaked, and draco was uncomfortable. but he didn't want to move, unsure of whether hermione would be grumpy if he accidently woke her up.
he sighed. his back ached, and this cot was too small for his entire body to fit unless he curled up slightly.
he couldn't stand it anymore. he rolled very carefully off the mattress, landing gracefully on the plush, crimson carpet. he stood up and walked to the balcony, shutting the glass door behind him.
he rested his hands on the railing and stretched his back, looking out at the fantastic view of the canal. the moonlight reflected on the calm waters, glimmering and shimmering. had he been here on anything but work, draco would have appreciated it much more. but his mind was preoccupied with the Glass of Shattering.
it had been his favourite story, the greatest, save for the story of Harry Potter.
the Glass of Shattering wasn't made - it was found. one of those "a gift - and a curse" type things, too. if you had the Glass of Shattering, you could look into the future. you could see the past. you could freeze time. but you would be hunted down by the Shattered - the past owners of the Glass - until they found you. and you would be slaughtered, and you would become one of the Shattered; always searching to destroy the next victim.
once you possessed the Glass of Shattering, it consumed you. you would honestly believe that you wouldn't be found by the Shattered. but you were.
'i'm risking my life for a fairy tale,' draco muttered to himself. 'a bloody legend. and i'll be dying with one person i hoped i would never see again.'
shaking his head, draco entered the room again, studying the fragile girl on the large bed.
the moon bathed hermione in light. she was facing the balcony to get more of the light to her thin body. it was a warm night; she wore gym shorts and a tanktop (in the closet, draco and hermione had found all of their clothing), and she had the blankets at her feet. her hands gripped the cream-coloured sheet tightly, bunched up near her face. her hair was spread across the pillow, and her cheeks were practically glowing with ... warmth. the warmth draco wanted to feel.
draco looked at her in utter amazement, surprised at how different she looked. he had been too busy earlier to notice how ... incredible? she looked now. exotic. radiant. beautiful ... better than beautiful.
he cast one last shocked glance at hermione before lying down on the floor next to her bed pulling the blanket and the pillow off the cot and falling into slumber
^ ^ ^
hermione had the tendency to wake up early. she had some sort of alarm clock set inside herself, and it went off at 4.33 in the morning.
she rubbed her eyes, swinging her legs off the floor and then realising she had almost stepped on ... draco? what was he doing down there? why wasn't he on the cot?
hermione pulled her feet back, tucking them underneath her as she looked over the bed and studied the boy below her.
his silvery blond hair was cut more boyishly than it had been last time she saw him. she longed to reach out and touch it, for reasons she couldn't quite explain. a small frown lay frozen on his face, and his slender, muscular arm was across his stomach; his hand was clenched in a fist.
he opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up. hermione jumped backwards in surprise. he glanced wildly around the room. she asked, 'are you all right?'
he whipped his head around at the sound of her voice, and then relaxed. 'reflexes,' he explained. 'just reflexes. i've always been careful.'
hermione nodded and looked at him oddly. 'why were you on the floor?'
draco shrugged. 'couldn't sleep on the cot,' he said.
'why not?'
he shrugged again. 'does it matter?'
'no, not really,' she agreed.
silence.
'well,' draco said, standing up and tossing the blanket and pillow back onto the cot. 'i'm hungry. however, i can't exactly change when you're right here.' he looked at her pointedly.
'could you wait for me? i was going to take a shower ...' her voice drifted off, and then she added, 'you can change while i'm showering. i take quick showers.'
draco looked slightly frusturated.
'you can't just go running off, malfoy. how will i find you? what if something happens to either of us? we haven't even been here for 24 hours.'
his face softened. 'i guess i'll take a shower, too.' a pause. 'after you,' he added quickly. hermione nodded and hurried into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her.
hermione turned the water, setting it as cold as she could. she hated hot showers. they made her feel sleepy. she'd much rather be wide awake.
grabbing the hotel soap, she scrubbed her body, and then shampooed and rinsed her hair.
turning of the shower, she squeezed as much of the water out of her heavy hair as she could. grabbing one of the fluffy white towels off of the rack, she wrapped it tightly around her body, stepped out of the shower, and unlocked the door.
'draco? can i come out?'
'yeah.'
she opened the door, and draco tried desperately to keep his mouth from dropping down. how many times had he seen a gorgeous girl come out of a bathroom, shimmering and shining with just a towel on?
not enough, he concluded, feeling slightly disgusted with himself.
hermione felt slightly uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her (though she couldn't deny it was flattering), and tightened her grip on the towel, praying it wouldn't fall. 'go ahead,' she finally told him, looking down.
draco snapped out of his shock. 'right,' he said, stepping around her awkwardly, locking his eyes with hers as he went by.
hermione breathed out normally when she heard the door shut and the shower turn on. a few seconds later, as she was opening the closet, she heard a yelp.
'WHY THE BUGGER DID YOU HAVE THE WATER TEMPERATURE SO BLOODY COLD????'
by o
supported by sPECTARE, cUPERE, cAPERE, part of aGAINST aLL rEASONS
part three: reflections.
the room draco and hermione were staying in was meant to be used as a honeymoon suite, but hermione and draco refused to sleep in the same bed. draco agreed to stay in a cot the hotel provided the first night, and hermione would take it the next night, and so on.
the cot creaked, and draco was uncomfortable. but he didn't want to move, unsure of whether hermione would be grumpy if he accidently woke her up.
he sighed. his back ached, and this cot was too small for his entire body to fit unless he curled up slightly.
he couldn't stand it anymore. he rolled very carefully off the mattress, landing gracefully on the plush, crimson carpet. he stood up and walked to the balcony, shutting the glass door behind him.
he rested his hands on the railing and stretched his back, looking out at the fantastic view of the canal. the moonlight reflected on the calm waters, glimmering and shimmering. had he been here on anything but work, draco would have appreciated it much more. but his mind was preoccupied with the Glass of Shattering.
it had been his favourite story, the greatest, save for the story of Harry Potter.
the Glass of Shattering wasn't made - it was found. one of those "a gift - and a curse" type things, too. if you had the Glass of Shattering, you could look into the future. you could see the past. you could freeze time. but you would be hunted down by the Shattered - the past owners of the Glass - until they found you. and you would be slaughtered, and you would become one of the Shattered; always searching to destroy the next victim.
once you possessed the Glass of Shattering, it consumed you. you would honestly believe that you wouldn't be found by the Shattered. but you were.
'i'm risking my life for a fairy tale,' draco muttered to himself. 'a bloody legend. and i'll be dying with one person i hoped i would never see again.'
shaking his head, draco entered the room again, studying the fragile girl on the large bed.
the moon bathed hermione in light. she was facing the balcony to get more of the light to her thin body. it was a warm night; she wore gym shorts and a tanktop (in the closet, draco and hermione had found all of their clothing), and she had the blankets at her feet. her hands gripped the cream-coloured sheet tightly, bunched up near her face. her hair was spread across the pillow, and her cheeks were practically glowing with ... warmth. the warmth draco wanted to feel.
draco looked at her in utter amazement, surprised at how different she looked. he had been too busy earlier to notice how ... incredible? she looked now. exotic. radiant. beautiful ... better than beautiful.
he cast one last shocked glance at hermione before lying down on the floor next to her bed pulling the blanket and the pillow off the cot and falling into slumber
^ ^ ^
hermione had the tendency to wake up early. she had some sort of alarm clock set inside herself, and it went off at 4.33 in the morning.
she rubbed her eyes, swinging her legs off the floor and then realising she had almost stepped on ... draco? what was he doing down there? why wasn't he on the cot?
hermione pulled her feet back, tucking them underneath her as she looked over the bed and studied the boy below her.
his silvery blond hair was cut more boyishly than it had been last time she saw him. she longed to reach out and touch it, for reasons she couldn't quite explain. a small frown lay frozen on his face, and his slender, muscular arm was across his stomach; his hand was clenched in a fist.
he opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up. hermione jumped backwards in surprise. he glanced wildly around the room. she asked, 'are you all right?'
he whipped his head around at the sound of her voice, and then relaxed. 'reflexes,' he explained. 'just reflexes. i've always been careful.'
hermione nodded and looked at him oddly. 'why were you on the floor?'
draco shrugged. 'couldn't sleep on the cot,' he said.
'why not?'
he shrugged again. 'does it matter?'
'no, not really,' she agreed.
silence.
'well,' draco said, standing up and tossing the blanket and pillow back onto the cot. 'i'm hungry. however, i can't exactly change when you're right here.' he looked at her pointedly.
'could you wait for me? i was going to take a shower ...' her voice drifted off, and then she added, 'you can change while i'm showering. i take quick showers.'
draco looked slightly frusturated.
'you can't just go running off, malfoy. how will i find you? what if something happens to either of us? we haven't even been here for 24 hours.'
his face softened. 'i guess i'll take a shower, too.' a pause. 'after you,' he added quickly. hermione nodded and hurried into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her.
hermione turned the water, setting it as cold as she could. she hated hot showers. they made her feel sleepy. she'd much rather be wide awake.
grabbing the hotel soap, she scrubbed her body, and then shampooed and rinsed her hair.
turning of the shower, she squeezed as much of the water out of her heavy hair as she could. grabbing one of the fluffy white towels off of the rack, she wrapped it tightly around her body, stepped out of the shower, and unlocked the door.
'draco? can i come out?'
'yeah.'
she opened the door, and draco tried desperately to keep his mouth from dropping down. how many times had he seen a gorgeous girl come out of a bathroom, shimmering and shining with just a towel on?
not enough, he concluded, feeling slightly disgusted with himself.
hermione felt slightly uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her (though she couldn't deny it was flattering), and tightened her grip on the towel, praying it wouldn't fall. 'go ahead,' she finally told him, looking down.
draco snapped out of his shock. 'right,' he said, stepping around her awkwardly, locking his eyes with hers as he went by.
hermione breathed out normally when she heard the door shut and the shower turn on. a few seconds later, as she was opening the closet, she heard a yelp.
'WHY THE BUGGER DID YOU HAVE THE WATER TEMPERATURE SO BLOODY COLD????'