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Rating: PG-13
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"Granger! Granger! Granger get the fuck out of bed, Granger!" Malfoy was banging on her door, looking very perturbed. A groan came from the other side, than a thump against the door.
"Don't make me come in there Granger!" The door opened before he could hit it again, Hermione appeared and was wearing an extra-large t- shirt with some boxers,
"What the hell do you want?"
"In case you've forgotten, we're the heads. It's our job to make sure the younger bastards don't get lost."
"I'm on leave. Do it yourself." She closed the door, but his arm pushed it open again before it clicked.
"On leave? You can't be on leave! What the hell am I supposed to do without you?"
"You should've thought about that BEFORE you decided to use me." She slammed the door in his face, leaving him slightly dazed with anger. He thought about throwing open the door and argue about it with her, yet something prevented him. Her words pulsed in his head, 'use me.' that's what he had did. That's what he did to her and countless other members of the female student body. She was the only one who affected him in this way though. No one else had fought back, I guess that's what is different. But it feel like that, it was something else.something more meaningful. His hand went to the sigil that was engraved in his skin. It stung a bit, but for the most part it didn't bother him. Yet he did wonder why it was there, it was quite unnerving having a tattoo that you never wanted in the first place. He glanced at the clock and shrugged it off and left the dorm room to fulfill his Head Boy duties.
Hermione couldn't fall back asleep after Malfoy had so rudely awakened her, yet she blamed herself for not telling him she was on leave. But it was none of his bloody business, it didn't give him any right to harass her about it. He was the one who ruined this for himself, not Hermione. After a few minutes of denying the sun the right to wake her, she reluctantly crawled out of bed and slumped into the bathroom.
She felt her senses awaken as she climbed into the shower and felt the droplets of hot water crash onto her skin. The same feeling came over her like Saturday morning's shower, his touch, so light and pure and loving, and most of all, understanding. For the first she felt like she belonged. Safe in his arms, away from the pain of the world. But it was only a passing thing, since it was all a scam anyway.
Her thoughts drifted to her new found identity. Aradia Magia. Pureblood Witch. From the first magical family on earth. A smirk crept up on her, 'At least Malfoy has no grounds to call me a mudblood anymore.' She ran through the information Ilyanna gave her yesterday about the Magia family line, well more like confirmed her guesses. Not too special, just the fact that they started the Magia School of Sorcery, which was the first magical academy, and the line was long thought to be dead.
Hermione stepped out of the shower, feeling much more awake. She went into her room and pulled on her school uniform, foregoing the Head Girl badge, she wanted Malfoy to suffer for a while before she rescued the student body. Grabbing her books, she made her way to her first class, Advanced Charms. The sixth and seventh year advanced classes started half and hour later than the younger students, to help with the heavy work load they received.
"Hey! 'Mione! Where've you been?" Came a familiar voice from behind her. She turned to see Harry and Ron coming up to her,
"Homework, what else?" She lied. Something she got really good at over the past summer. Ron flashed her an amused smile and she looked at him with a 'what?' expression. She always had a little crush on Ron, but she never told him. But it died when she found out he liked Harry. She was slightly disappointed, but she wanted her friends to be happy and if that was it, she fully supported them.
Advanced Charms went very slowly for Hermione, since she had already mastered what they were working on, invisibility charms, so she was more than happy to leave. The way the classes were set up for 6th and 7th years was this: class 8:30-11:30, lunch 12-1, class 1:30-5:30, dinner 6-7. For a total of six advanced classes, two a day, five days a week. It was complicated, yet simple.
Lunch was, as usual, uneventful for the most part. Harry and Ron were complaining about the homework Flitwick assigned them. Hermione was quiet, trying to avoid staring at a certain Slytherin, who was making quite an effort not to look her way either.
Hermione bid the boys goodbye as she made her way to Arithmancy, a class she happened to share with Malfoy. She noticed he kept behind her on the way their, either to snicker to Zambini, about something or because he didn't want her to see him. It infuriated her that he still didn't feel any remose for his actions, and if he did, he was good at hiding it. Yet it was stupid on her part to think he could change. Once a jackass, always a jackass. She sat down in her usual seat, dead center, ignoring Malfoy's gaze.
Time seemed to slow to a mere crawl as soon as Professor Vector started in on her usual start of class speech. They were to start with Arithmanic equations and prophecy analysis. They never really started much until two weeks into the class, yet, she was so intent on avoiding Malfoy, Hermione copied anything she felt was important.
Draco had drifted off in the corner, his silver-blonde hair falling into his face. His thoughts drifting in and out of class until finally he left entirely. A dream came into his inner view, it was dark and bleak. There was a woman, with black hair, in a flowing white gown. She was clutching a medallion, it was a star in a circle with crescent moons at the points, and a dagger, it was silver with a circle with a dot underneath a crescent moon embedded in the handle. She was on her knees in pain, a blast of red light hit her back, sending her to the ground. A voice of malice spoke, 'I'm coming for you, Ms. Granger. Or should I say Aradia. You can't hide from me. I'll get to you before you'll even know what hit you. In fact, even as we speak I'm preparing to come for you. See you soon, Aradia.'. Another flash of light, then a scream brought him out of his dream. He looked up to see Hermione on the floor, shrieking in pain, just like the woman in his dream. The entire class was around her, Professor Vector was holding her in her lap, trying to calm her down. A dark aura fell on the class room, the candle lights flickered and went out, the air grew cold and Hermione shot up,
"DRACO!" She screamed, then regained her composure, breathing heavily. The group looked at Hermione in shock then to Draco who was piecing the puzzle together, rather quickly. Professor Vector stood up, helping Hermione up.
"Class, we're done for today. You're dismissed. Except for you two." She pointed at Hermione and Draco. The looked at each other for the first time in a while without contempt, but in complete confusion. Professor Vector waited until the rest of her students had filed out and she was sitting behind her desk.
"Sit." She said. Professor Vector was one of nicest teachers in the faculty, yet when she was mad, she wasn't mad, she was furious. Yet this wasn't the same. "What just happened in my class room?" Hermione crossed her arms and legs in a manner of a frightened child. Draco relaxed a bit, then spoke,
"I'm not sure, but this is what I think happened. I drifted off, which is usually quite difficult to do in your class, but I did nonetheless. I had this weird dream. There was a woman, with black hair, in a flowing white gown. She was clutching a medallion, it looked like it was a star in a circle with crescent moons at the points, and a dagger, it was silver with a circle with a dot underneath a crescent moon embedded in the handle. The funny thing about this sigil, is I have it on my chest. It appeared yesterday, after we fought." He looked at Hermione and she knew what he was talking about.
Professor Vector looked at him,
"May I see it?" He nodded and pulled off his robes, then started to undue his shirt, smiling inwardly as Hermione averted her eyes. He opened it up to reveal a sigil, exactly as he described it. Professor Vector's eyes widened in shock, then bade him continue. He did, while redressing himself. "She was on her knees in pain, a blast of red light hit her back, sending her to the ground. A voice of malice spoke, 'I'm coming for you, Ms. Granger. Or should I say Aradia. You can't hide from me. I'll get to you before you'll even know what hit you. In fact, even as we speak I'm preparing to come for you. See you soon, Aradia.' Then I woke to the sound of Her- Ms. Granger's scream. If I'm not mistaken, I think Ms. Granger is this Aradia in my dream, yet I don't quite know what it means." Draco finished. Professor Vector sat in silence for a moment, yet before she said anything, Hermione spoke.
"I am. Aradia Magia is my real name. I was adopted by my currant parents after Voldermort killed mine to fulfill a prophecy, which Dumbledore is trying to find as we speak. Now, in class, I was sitting, listening to you, when I felt something hit me in the back, then a voice in my head. I couldn't make it out, then a blast hit me and I fell, writhing in pain. I think Dra- Mr. Malfoy saw what was happening to me as it happened, even thought Voldermort isn't here, he still can do damage far away. It happened to Harry countless times before." She sighed and glanced at Draco, their little spat seemed meaningless up against this. Clearly the sorting hat was correct when it said that union was much more important than disunion.
Professor Vector looked at the two of them. The she summoned a book to her and flipped through it.
"Nothing in here. Alright, You said Headmaster Dumbledore is working on finding the prophecy?" She asked Hermione, who nodded,
"I may be able to help him. I know someone in the business. Alright, I want you two to go up to you Dorm Room and don't leave until someone comes to get you. Got that?" The two nodded and grabbed their stuff and left.
Draco followed Hermione for a moment, then caught up to her,
"Hey, Hermione, are you ok?" She nodded, trying not to let him see her tears. He did and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.
"I'm sorry." He said, before she could say anything. He smiled at her and she looked into his eyes, but not ready to forgive him completely yet.
"Let's go." She whispered and headed towards the common room. Arm in Arm with Draco.
Rating: PG-13
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"Granger! Granger! Granger get the fuck out of bed, Granger!" Malfoy was banging on her door, looking very perturbed. A groan came from the other side, than a thump against the door.
"Don't make me come in there Granger!" The door opened before he could hit it again, Hermione appeared and was wearing an extra-large t- shirt with some boxers,
"What the hell do you want?"
"In case you've forgotten, we're the heads. It's our job to make sure the younger bastards don't get lost."
"I'm on leave. Do it yourself." She closed the door, but his arm pushed it open again before it clicked.
"On leave? You can't be on leave! What the hell am I supposed to do without you?"
"You should've thought about that BEFORE you decided to use me." She slammed the door in his face, leaving him slightly dazed with anger. He thought about throwing open the door and argue about it with her, yet something prevented him. Her words pulsed in his head, 'use me.' that's what he had did. That's what he did to her and countless other members of the female student body. She was the only one who affected him in this way though. No one else had fought back, I guess that's what is different. But it feel like that, it was something else.something more meaningful. His hand went to the sigil that was engraved in his skin. It stung a bit, but for the most part it didn't bother him. Yet he did wonder why it was there, it was quite unnerving having a tattoo that you never wanted in the first place. He glanced at the clock and shrugged it off and left the dorm room to fulfill his Head Boy duties.
Hermione couldn't fall back asleep after Malfoy had so rudely awakened her, yet she blamed herself for not telling him she was on leave. But it was none of his bloody business, it didn't give him any right to harass her about it. He was the one who ruined this for himself, not Hermione. After a few minutes of denying the sun the right to wake her, she reluctantly crawled out of bed and slumped into the bathroom.
She felt her senses awaken as she climbed into the shower and felt the droplets of hot water crash onto her skin. The same feeling came over her like Saturday morning's shower, his touch, so light and pure and loving, and most of all, understanding. For the first she felt like she belonged. Safe in his arms, away from the pain of the world. But it was only a passing thing, since it was all a scam anyway.
Her thoughts drifted to her new found identity. Aradia Magia. Pureblood Witch. From the first magical family on earth. A smirk crept up on her, 'At least Malfoy has no grounds to call me a mudblood anymore.' She ran through the information Ilyanna gave her yesterday about the Magia family line, well more like confirmed her guesses. Not too special, just the fact that they started the Magia School of Sorcery, which was the first magical academy, and the line was long thought to be dead.
Hermione stepped out of the shower, feeling much more awake. She went into her room and pulled on her school uniform, foregoing the Head Girl badge, she wanted Malfoy to suffer for a while before she rescued the student body. Grabbing her books, she made her way to her first class, Advanced Charms. The sixth and seventh year advanced classes started half and hour later than the younger students, to help with the heavy work load they received.
"Hey! 'Mione! Where've you been?" Came a familiar voice from behind her. She turned to see Harry and Ron coming up to her,
"Homework, what else?" She lied. Something she got really good at over the past summer. Ron flashed her an amused smile and she looked at him with a 'what?' expression. She always had a little crush on Ron, but she never told him. But it died when she found out he liked Harry. She was slightly disappointed, but she wanted her friends to be happy and if that was it, she fully supported them.
Advanced Charms went very slowly for Hermione, since she had already mastered what they were working on, invisibility charms, so she was more than happy to leave. The way the classes were set up for 6th and 7th years was this: class 8:30-11:30, lunch 12-1, class 1:30-5:30, dinner 6-7. For a total of six advanced classes, two a day, five days a week. It was complicated, yet simple.
Lunch was, as usual, uneventful for the most part. Harry and Ron were complaining about the homework Flitwick assigned them. Hermione was quiet, trying to avoid staring at a certain Slytherin, who was making quite an effort not to look her way either.
Hermione bid the boys goodbye as she made her way to Arithmancy, a class she happened to share with Malfoy. She noticed he kept behind her on the way their, either to snicker to Zambini, about something or because he didn't want her to see him. It infuriated her that he still didn't feel any remose for his actions, and if he did, he was good at hiding it. Yet it was stupid on her part to think he could change. Once a jackass, always a jackass. She sat down in her usual seat, dead center, ignoring Malfoy's gaze.
Time seemed to slow to a mere crawl as soon as Professor Vector started in on her usual start of class speech. They were to start with Arithmanic equations and prophecy analysis. They never really started much until two weeks into the class, yet, she was so intent on avoiding Malfoy, Hermione copied anything she felt was important.
Draco had drifted off in the corner, his silver-blonde hair falling into his face. His thoughts drifting in and out of class until finally he left entirely. A dream came into his inner view, it was dark and bleak. There was a woman, with black hair, in a flowing white gown. She was clutching a medallion, it was a star in a circle with crescent moons at the points, and a dagger, it was silver with a circle with a dot underneath a crescent moon embedded in the handle. She was on her knees in pain, a blast of red light hit her back, sending her to the ground. A voice of malice spoke, 'I'm coming for you, Ms. Granger. Or should I say Aradia. You can't hide from me. I'll get to you before you'll even know what hit you. In fact, even as we speak I'm preparing to come for you. See you soon, Aradia.'. Another flash of light, then a scream brought him out of his dream. He looked up to see Hermione on the floor, shrieking in pain, just like the woman in his dream. The entire class was around her, Professor Vector was holding her in her lap, trying to calm her down. A dark aura fell on the class room, the candle lights flickered and went out, the air grew cold and Hermione shot up,
"DRACO!" She screamed, then regained her composure, breathing heavily. The group looked at Hermione in shock then to Draco who was piecing the puzzle together, rather quickly. Professor Vector stood up, helping Hermione up.
"Class, we're done for today. You're dismissed. Except for you two." She pointed at Hermione and Draco. The looked at each other for the first time in a while without contempt, but in complete confusion. Professor Vector waited until the rest of her students had filed out and she was sitting behind her desk.
"Sit." She said. Professor Vector was one of nicest teachers in the faculty, yet when she was mad, she wasn't mad, she was furious. Yet this wasn't the same. "What just happened in my class room?" Hermione crossed her arms and legs in a manner of a frightened child. Draco relaxed a bit, then spoke,
"I'm not sure, but this is what I think happened. I drifted off, which is usually quite difficult to do in your class, but I did nonetheless. I had this weird dream. There was a woman, with black hair, in a flowing white gown. She was clutching a medallion, it looked like it was a star in a circle with crescent moons at the points, and a dagger, it was silver with a circle with a dot underneath a crescent moon embedded in the handle. The funny thing about this sigil, is I have it on my chest. It appeared yesterday, after we fought." He looked at Hermione and she knew what he was talking about.
Professor Vector looked at him,
"May I see it?" He nodded and pulled off his robes, then started to undue his shirt, smiling inwardly as Hermione averted her eyes. He opened it up to reveal a sigil, exactly as he described it. Professor Vector's eyes widened in shock, then bade him continue. He did, while redressing himself. "She was on her knees in pain, a blast of red light hit her back, sending her to the ground. A voice of malice spoke, 'I'm coming for you, Ms. Granger. Or should I say Aradia. You can't hide from me. I'll get to you before you'll even know what hit you. In fact, even as we speak I'm preparing to come for you. See you soon, Aradia.' Then I woke to the sound of Her- Ms. Granger's scream. If I'm not mistaken, I think Ms. Granger is this Aradia in my dream, yet I don't quite know what it means." Draco finished. Professor Vector sat in silence for a moment, yet before she said anything, Hermione spoke.
"I am. Aradia Magia is my real name. I was adopted by my currant parents after Voldermort killed mine to fulfill a prophecy, which Dumbledore is trying to find as we speak. Now, in class, I was sitting, listening to you, when I felt something hit me in the back, then a voice in my head. I couldn't make it out, then a blast hit me and I fell, writhing in pain. I think Dra- Mr. Malfoy saw what was happening to me as it happened, even thought Voldermort isn't here, he still can do damage far away. It happened to Harry countless times before." She sighed and glanced at Draco, their little spat seemed meaningless up against this. Clearly the sorting hat was correct when it said that union was much more important than disunion.
Professor Vector looked at the two of them. The she summoned a book to her and flipped through it.
"Nothing in here. Alright, You said Headmaster Dumbledore is working on finding the prophecy?" She asked Hermione, who nodded,
"I may be able to help him. I know someone in the business. Alright, I want you two to go up to you Dorm Room and don't leave until someone comes to get you. Got that?" The two nodded and grabbed their stuff and left.
Draco followed Hermione for a moment, then caught up to her,
"Hey, Hermione, are you ok?" She nodded, trying not to let him see her tears. He did and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.
"I'm sorry." He said, before she could say anything. He smiled at her and she looked into his eyes, but not ready to forgive him completely yet.
"Let's go." She whispered and headed towards the common room. Arm in Arm with Draco.