Title: Scelto Per Qualcosa
Author: Innocence
Huge THANK YOU!!!!!!!! To Shania Maxwell, the only person to review in the past two chapters. I love you Shania.
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Ron handed Hermione yet another cup of tea, a concerned scowl on his face, "You sure you're alright?"
"Yes I'm sure," Hermione answered, flashing him a quick smile, and taking a small sip of the tea he had begged from the house elves.
"He didn't hurt you or anything right?" Harry asked from his perch on the arm of the armchair she was resting in. After the whole debacle with Malfoy, the two of them had dragged a almost unresponsive Hermione
"Of course not you were there , all he did was….."Hermione trailed off a dazed look came over her warm brown eyes. Draco Malfoy had kissed her, had been the first one to ever kiss her. His lips had been so soft, tender. He hadn't tried to push her any further; he had just learned in and given her a slow, lingering kiss. And in front of Harry and Ron!
"Do you want another cup of tea, Hermione?" Ron asked, moving to take her still full teacup.
Hermione smiled, "No thanks, Ron I'm good," If anything, the kiss had probably had more lasting affects on the boys then her. Hermione sighed inwardly, it would probably never happen again. The boys would have nothing to worry about, 'I guess I won't have anything to worry about either,' Hermione reminded herself, with little more then forced convictions.
"I want to know what exactly Malfoy was playing at," Harry said, a malicious tone to his voice.
"I'm sure he's not planning anything," Hermione tried to assure him, but she herself had to wonder why Draco Malfoy, the boy all girls swoon over. The sexy, mysterious, and rich Malfoy.
Harry and Ron gaped at her, then Ron found his voice, "Are you kidding!? He..he…h-he,"
"He kissed me, Ron," Hermione said, her voice a bit uneven. Her inner lips, though, twitched a little in the way of a grin. It did feel good to say that out loud. Again, Harry and Ron gawked at her, mouths in the full-blown 'jaw-to-floor' fashion, and eyes wide in disbelief.
"Are you crazed?!" Harry sputtered, scandalized, "Not only did he hypnotize you, but he touched you," Harry spat out the second to last word with poison, like a curse word.
Hermione chose to ignore that last statement; she lifted her chin up into the air, "I'm going to the library," She announced after a minute of staring, "Maybe I can get a head start on that essay for History of Magic," She stood up and smoothed out her uniform. Setting the cup of tea down on the nearest end table, she picked up her enormous stack of school books and parchment.
Hermione glanced back to where she had been sitting as she opened the portrait. Harry was still gaping at her. Hermione sighed and stepped out into the corridor, pulling the portrait closed behind her. At least, even in her shock about her half-casualness of the incident, Harry had been able to stare at her with her movements around the room. Rather then Ron, who was staring at the chair she had once sat in.
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Hermione had been in the library for several hours and hadn't looked up from her books. Occasionally her thoughts would drift away from the goblin revolt of 1812 to a newly vampirised Slytherin, who had just given her, her first kiss. The few students that had been in the library had filed out slowly, the last leaving only a few minutes before to go to dinner.
Hermione had stayed behind in the library. She had no desire to go back to Harry and Ron and, without a doubt, the whole of Gryffindor. They would just gape at her some more, and she really didn't need that. Especially, since she was getting a grip on what had happened. It had been a fluke, his act to test his powers. She had helped him spread the word on being a vampire, now she was his example. To show everyone what he could do. There was no other explanation. He was a creature of darkness, he couldn't touch a being of pure light. She was a light witch, as pure as you could get. He couldn't have done it from his heart. She was an object, subject to his powers.
"Hermione?" A smooth voice drew her from her reverie, an Italian accented voice. Hermione turned around slowly in her seat. The vampiress looked down at her, her primordial eyes blank. Hermione felt the need to draw away but forced herself to stay where she was, and keep her brown eyes trained on the others.
Faruiza's lips twitched into a smile, but not a true one, more like the smirk Draco always wore, "Did you want something?" Hermione asked curtly.
"I needed to speak to you," Faruiza pulled a chair over across from Hermione and sat down. Hermione glanced away, feeling uncomfortable in her own teenage skin at the beautiful women sitting before her.
She had donned a long, flowing silk skirt in the medieval style, along with a simple jade corset without a shirt leaving her arms bare and exposing two silver bands around her upper arms. Long stemmed, thorned roses were etched into the metal.
Feeling her gaze, Faruiza looked to her bracelets, "Signs, symbols of my power, and the power I have to give. They were forged by Vampyr Magik, the most throttled of its kind. Draco will be receiving his soon," Hermione nodded for lack of anything else to do.
"I need you to do something for me," Faruiza started, focusing her gaze into Hermione's eyes. She placed a paperback sized book onto the table and slid it over to Hermione, "Read this book. It will explain what no other can, and why it had to be Draco." Tentatively, Hermione traced a silver inscription on the front, 'N&F Ravenclaw'.
Faruiza stood back up, "Draco didn't mean what you interpreted what he did as," She whispered quietly, what looked like a twinge of hurt passed through her eyes, but it was gone too soon for Hermione to be sure. Faruiza turned and swept away, her midnight skirt trailing behind her in a slow ethereal grace.
She disappeared from the doorway, casting a glance back at the student, before blurring away to nothing. Hermione stared down at the black leather bound book, and a whirring filled her head. Hermione whipped around, almost frantic as the whirred faded and was taken over by a roaring. Her searching eyes found nothing. It was inside her own mind, her sanctuary, her prison, her namesake.
It heightened to a deafening howl, before subsiding in seconds to nothing, a disembodied voice replaced, 'If you can hear us,' started a young, vibrant feminine voice, 'Narcissa DeVarge-Malfoy and Faruiza Ivtarilla,' Now it was a misty Italian voice, 'We have presented you with our Communica Journica, the only way for us to communicate without Lucius or Catalina knowing,' 'Read us well for you will never have another chance to learn our secrets, as well as what you need to know.' The words fogged away. And Hermione was left with an open journal in front of her. She stared wild-eyed down as loopy, cursive handwriting wrote itself across the blank pages. Hermione blinked once, clearing her mind, and started to read.
Dear Faruiza,
As elated as I am to finally put my fears to rest of Lucius finding out about our secret meetings, I fear more and more for Draco's safety. What we are doing with his life is so dangerous, more dangerous then we've ever done before. He is so young to have much resting on his shoulders. Especially with the consequences of our actions and his both being placed on his head.
Yesterday Lucius came home early, he must of suspected foul play. He stormed into the dining room where I was chatting with Dobby and kicked Dobby out, before screaming at me to tell him where 'the boy' was. He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me up out of the table. I couldn't tell him though, I couldn't speak. I was terrified for Draco's and my own safety. He threw me back down and I landed on my wrist on the stone floor, it made a clean snap and I was able to heal it. But he had found Draco, in his room, reading vampire novels by that Muggle writer you recommended. I could hear shouting as I ran to the room, but they had gone to the room. The room that I don't know where it is, but I can hear everything that goes on in there. It's Lucius' way of punishing me. Draco was under the Crutius curse for longer then anyone of 9 should have to bare. I couldn't stand, and I screamed. I yelled for Lucius to stop, whether he could hear me or not. I cried and screamed and banged on the wall, and Draco was barely whimpering. I couldn't stop it, I'm a terrible mother. Draco keeps telling me that it's not my fault, but I know it is. Oh, Faruiza, sometimes I wish we were back at Hogwarts and I could change everything. And sometimes I wish we could do it now.
Sincerely,
Narcissa
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TBC…. I know this took a long time but I didn't have much motivation. I mean, not many reviews. But my friend Abbbi read it and kept bugging me to update. And school is starting again, so I'm really swamped. Please review and I promise I'll read and review one of yours *bribery has worked before*.