The Dragon's Heart: Chapter Three
a/n: Sorry I took so long with this chapter! I have had a lot of people in
my family to say this story is a bit confusing. If anyone is confused, TELL
ME! By the way, I keep forgetting this! I AM A DISCLAIMER! Like you didn't
know that. Anyway, here's the next chapter.
"Firs' years! Firs' years, this way!" Hagrid's voice boomed out to the night.
"The Heads' are supposed to have a carriage to themselves, aren't we?" Draco said peering around.
"Over there." Hermione said and they started walking toward it. Just as they reached the thestral drawn carriage the phrase, "Oh, Drakie!" rang out.
"Oh, no." Draco moaned as a simpering, pug-faced girl ran in his direction. She latched onto his arm before he could get to the carriage. "Pansy, leave me alone, for once in your life!" Draco said firmly.
"Well, aren't you in a bad mood? Oh," Pansy had caught sight of Hermione. "I bet it's the-"Pansy stopped abruptly as a hand was placed roughly over her mouth, lifted off the ground, and carted away.
"We'll see you at the feast, Draco!" Goyle yelled as he and Crabbe ran to a carriage carrying Pansy between them. Without a word Draco and Hermione got into their carriage and were off.
The feast.
The feast was, as usual, fantastic. Everyone was laughing and talking spiritedly until Dumbledore stood and silence fell.
"I hope everyone had a good summer and I wish to welcome you all back to Hogwarts!" There was a round of applause and a couple whistles sounded from the Gryffindor table. "I also bid welcome to our first years. I hope that you make them feel at home. Last, but certainly not least, give our new Head Boy and Head Girl a round of applause! Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Draco Malfoy!" Both Hermione and Draco got applause and a couple slaps on the back. "Now, I bid you goodnight!" Dumbledore swept down to the bottom of the stairs as every one was leaving and waved Hermione and Draco to him.
"I will take you to your dorms. Please, follow me." Dumbledore walked quickly out of the Great Hall closely followed by his two anxious students. Up one flight of stairs, down this corridor, down another flight of stairs, behind this tapestry.
"Aren't we there yet?" Draco muttered.
"What do you think?" Hermione said as they neared the end of the third floor corridor. "Oh, no!" Hermione groaned as they stopped in front of the portrait of Sir Cadogan.
"This is your dorm. I hope you find it to your liking. Your duties as head Boy and Girl is as follows: you must set the other students a good example, you will schedule all events except ones that I authorize, and I expect to get good reports on your behavior." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
"Ahem?!" Sir Cadogan said indignantly.
"Ah, yes! This is Sir Cadogan, I am sure that you, Miss Granger, know what he is capable of?" Hermione nodded and smiled. "If he changes the password I am to be notified and he will be removed. Cadogan, none of those nonsense words!"
"Humph! Be off with ye then, Dumbledore! I know my orders." Sir Cadogan said huffily.
Dumbledore consulted his Head Boy and Girl again. "Now, it is up to you to agree on a password. Another thing, I know that you each favor different things so, I have asked Dobby and Winky," Dumbledore winked at Hermione. "to place a few things in each of your rooms. Goodnight." Dumbledore disappeared behind a tapestry.
"I know a word that no one else will be able to think of." Hermione said.
"And what would that be?" Draco asked.
"Baheesheema! It can mean anything you want! I use it a lot 'cause it's my word." Hermione said.
"Baheesheema? Hm.I like it. What do you say, Sir Cadogan?"
"I say carry on to your new quarters, Good Sir and Gentle Lady!" Sir Cadogan bowed as his portrait swung forward to reveal a magnificent room. It was bedecked in silver and green, for Slytherin, and scarlet and gold, for Gryffindor.
Draco smiled at Hermione's awed face. "Impressive, isn't it?"
Hermione gave him an 'Oh just be quiet!' look that made Draco turn around and start the search for his room. He spotted the Slytherin emblem on above a door on his left. He walked to it and opened the oak door cautiously. His room was a little smaller than the common room. It was also bedecked in the Slytherin colors. His bed was a king bed and all the furniture, including the bed, were made of the same oak as the door.
Then he saw it. There, in the corner of the room was a handsome desk. Draco walked over to it and opened each drawer in turn: quills, brushes, crayons (his eyes flashed), markers, parchment, muggle paper, and paints. He smiled, he would finally be able to draw, design, and create to his heart's content, without the fear of his work being found.
Draco had always loved to draw. He had been able to draw excellent pictures since he was very young. There was one thing that had always bothered him about his skill in drawing. He had drawn a precise picture of his childhood friend the first day he had met her. The picture, however, had disappeared a few days after he had left his muggle school. He smiled again and, picking up a pencil and a sheaf of unlined paper, left his room to sit in the common room.
Hermione went into her room and gasped. Her room also had the Gryffindor colors, and the Gryffindor lion was plastered above her door. The furniture was beautiful mahogany. As she walked further into her room she noticed a few things she was sure wouldn't have been there for any other witch. In front of her bed there was a TV, a VCR, a DVD player, a CD player, and all the tapes, DVDs, or CDs a girl could want. She turned on the CD player and its sound blared in her room and the common room. "I could get used to this." Hermione muttered as she walked back into the common room and sat down at the same time Draco did, although he chose a floor level seat. She watched as he placed a piece of paper in front of him and started to draw as she sang with her CD.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is the restless river running though my veins She rides without the reins -her name's Juanita She lives in the heart of every woman in the world Within the reach of every girl who wants to meet her
(She's gonna be ridin' through) Her name's Juanita (She's gonna be ridin' free) She's ridin' free (She's inside of you, gonna be inside of me) She's inside of you and inside of me, yeah
Oh, go with her -flow with her Dream with her -scream with her Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be If you can find her and free her Juanita will unchain your heart
When someone tries to take away the freedom of your choice To take away your voice -that's when you need her She's there if you dare to give your broken wings a try C'mon and take a leap and fly, and you can be her
(She's gonna be ridin' through) Oh, Juanita (She's gonna be ridin' free) Ridin' free (She's gonna be a part of you, gonna be a part of me) She's a part of you and a part of me, yeah
Oh, go with her -flow with her Dream with her -scream with her Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be If you can find her and free her Juanita will unchain your heart
(Break) (Oh, Juanita) (Oh!)
Oh, go with her -flow with her Dream with her -scream with her Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be
Oh, go with her -flow with her Dream with her -scream with her Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be If you can find her and free her Juanita will unchain your heart ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione watched as Draco's hand flew over the paper as she sang, letting his imagination run free. Hermione stared at the picture. Draco's mother stood at one side of the page, while Draco put the finishing touches on another woman.
"Is that me?" asked Hermione, perplexed.
"Yeah." Draco muttered. "I guess when you were singing I just wasn't thinking about what I was drawing."
"Well, I'll give you one thing; you're one heck of an artist." Hermione said as she got up from her chair and started towards her room.
"Thanks." Draco said as he went to his own room.
"'Welcome," Hermione yawned and they both closed their doors.
Later that night Hermione started to toss and turn in her bed.
A small boy and girl sat a picnic table eating their lunch when the boy gave a loud belch. His friend started giggling.
"I swear," She gasped, "you are so rude!"
"What did you expect? Did you think I would hold it in until I popped?" He laughed. Young Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You're impossible."
Young Draco stayed silent while she finished her lunch. Then he blurted out his question. "Hey, Hermione?"
"Hm?"
"When we get older do you want to get married?" He said as he stared off into space.
Hermione turned beet red as she considered his question. She was only seven and someone had just asked her "The Question". She finally came up with an answer. "I would like that, Draco." She said quietly, looking at her feet. He looked over at her and smiled.
"Good, hey, do you wanna go swing?" Draco stood up and stretched.
"Sure!" Hermione smiled and jumped up beside him. He grabbed her hand and ran off toward the swings on the playground.
Hermione woke up and tried to stifle a sob. She had almost forgotten that he had asked her "The Question". She smiled. If she ever found him again she just might take him up on his offer if he asked her again. She started crying all over again just thinking about him.
Thanks to my friend Star Derringer for letting me use her word, "Baheesheema", and for her support! The song I used in this chapter is by Shania Twain and it's called "Juanita". If you don't like country then tough!
~Teenlaunch~
"Firs' years! Firs' years, this way!" Hagrid's voice boomed out to the night.
"The Heads' are supposed to have a carriage to themselves, aren't we?" Draco said peering around.
"Over there." Hermione said and they started walking toward it. Just as they reached the thestral drawn carriage the phrase, "Oh, Drakie!" rang out.
"Oh, no." Draco moaned as a simpering, pug-faced girl ran in his direction. She latched onto his arm before he could get to the carriage. "Pansy, leave me alone, for once in your life!" Draco said firmly.
"Well, aren't you in a bad mood? Oh," Pansy had caught sight of Hermione. "I bet it's the-"Pansy stopped abruptly as a hand was placed roughly over her mouth, lifted off the ground, and carted away.
"We'll see you at the feast, Draco!" Goyle yelled as he and Crabbe ran to a carriage carrying Pansy between them. Without a word Draco and Hermione got into their carriage and were off.
The feast.
The feast was, as usual, fantastic. Everyone was laughing and talking spiritedly until Dumbledore stood and silence fell.
"I hope everyone had a good summer and I wish to welcome you all back to Hogwarts!" There was a round of applause and a couple whistles sounded from the Gryffindor table. "I also bid welcome to our first years. I hope that you make them feel at home. Last, but certainly not least, give our new Head Boy and Head Girl a round of applause! Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Draco Malfoy!" Both Hermione and Draco got applause and a couple slaps on the back. "Now, I bid you goodnight!" Dumbledore swept down to the bottom of the stairs as every one was leaving and waved Hermione and Draco to him.
"I will take you to your dorms. Please, follow me." Dumbledore walked quickly out of the Great Hall closely followed by his two anxious students. Up one flight of stairs, down this corridor, down another flight of stairs, behind this tapestry.
"Aren't we there yet?" Draco muttered.
"What do you think?" Hermione said as they neared the end of the third floor corridor. "Oh, no!" Hermione groaned as they stopped in front of the portrait of Sir Cadogan.
"This is your dorm. I hope you find it to your liking. Your duties as head Boy and Girl is as follows: you must set the other students a good example, you will schedule all events except ones that I authorize, and I expect to get good reports on your behavior." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling.
"Ahem?!" Sir Cadogan said indignantly.
"Ah, yes! This is Sir Cadogan, I am sure that you, Miss Granger, know what he is capable of?" Hermione nodded and smiled. "If he changes the password I am to be notified and he will be removed. Cadogan, none of those nonsense words!"
"Humph! Be off with ye then, Dumbledore! I know my orders." Sir Cadogan said huffily.
Dumbledore consulted his Head Boy and Girl again. "Now, it is up to you to agree on a password. Another thing, I know that you each favor different things so, I have asked Dobby and Winky," Dumbledore winked at Hermione. "to place a few things in each of your rooms. Goodnight." Dumbledore disappeared behind a tapestry.
"I know a word that no one else will be able to think of." Hermione said.
"And what would that be?" Draco asked.
"Baheesheema! It can mean anything you want! I use it a lot 'cause it's my word." Hermione said.
"Baheesheema? Hm.I like it. What do you say, Sir Cadogan?"
"I say carry on to your new quarters, Good Sir and Gentle Lady!" Sir Cadogan bowed as his portrait swung forward to reveal a magnificent room. It was bedecked in silver and green, for Slytherin, and scarlet and gold, for Gryffindor.
Draco smiled at Hermione's awed face. "Impressive, isn't it?"
Hermione gave him an 'Oh just be quiet!' look that made Draco turn around and start the search for his room. He spotted the Slytherin emblem on above a door on his left. He walked to it and opened the oak door cautiously. His room was a little smaller than the common room. It was also bedecked in the Slytherin colors. His bed was a king bed and all the furniture, including the bed, were made of the same oak as the door.
Then he saw it. There, in the corner of the room was a handsome desk. Draco walked over to it and opened each drawer in turn: quills, brushes, crayons (his eyes flashed), markers, parchment, muggle paper, and paints. He smiled, he would finally be able to draw, design, and create to his heart's content, without the fear of his work being found.
Draco had always loved to draw. He had been able to draw excellent pictures since he was very young. There was one thing that had always bothered him about his skill in drawing. He had drawn a precise picture of his childhood friend the first day he had met her. The picture, however, had disappeared a few days after he had left his muggle school. He smiled again and, picking up a pencil and a sheaf of unlined paper, left his room to sit in the common room.
Hermione went into her room and gasped. Her room also had the Gryffindor colors, and the Gryffindor lion was plastered above her door. The furniture was beautiful mahogany. As she walked further into her room she noticed a few things she was sure wouldn't have been there for any other witch. In front of her bed there was a TV, a VCR, a DVD player, a CD player, and all the tapes, DVDs, or CDs a girl could want. She turned on the CD player and its sound blared in her room and the common room. "I could get used to this." Hermione muttered as she walked back into the common room and sat down at the same time Draco did, although he chose a floor level seat. She watched as he placed a piece of paper in front of him and started to draw as she sang with her CD.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is the restless river running though my veins She rides without the reins -her name's Juanita She lives in the heart of every woman in the world Within the reach of every girl who wants to meet her
(She's gonna be ridin' through) Her name's Juanita (She's gonna be ridin' free) She's ridin' free (She's inside of you, gonna be inside of me) She's inside of you and inside of me, yeah
Oh, go with her -flow with her Dream with her -scream with her Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be If you can find her and free her Juanita will unchain your heart
When someone tries to take away the freedom of your choice To take away your voice -that's when you need her She's there if you dare to give your broken wings a try C'mon and take a leap and fly, and you can be her
(She's gonna be ridin' through) Oh, Juanita (She's gonna be ridin' free) Ridin' free (She's gonna be a part of you, gonna be a part of me) She's a part of you and a part of me, yeah
Oh, go with her -flow with her Dream with her -scream with her Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be If you can find her and free her Juanita will unchain your heart
(Break) (Oh, Juanita) (Oh!)
Oh, go with her -flow with her Dream with her -scream with her Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be
Oh, go with her -flow with her Dream with her -scream with her Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be If you can find her and free her Juanita will unchain your heart ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione watched as Draco's hand flew over the paper as she sang, letting his imagination run free. Hermione stared at the picture. Draco's mother stood at one side of the page, while Draco put the finishing touches on another woman.
"Is that me?" asked Hermione, perplexed.
"Yeah." Draco muttered. "I guess when you were singing I just wasn't thinking about what I was drawing."
"Well, I'll give you one thing; you're one heck of an artist." Hermione said as she got up from her chair and started towards her room.
"Thanks." Draco said as he went to his own room.
"'Welcome," Hermione yawned and they both closed their doors.
Later that night Hermione started to toss and turn in her bed.
A small boy and girl sat a picnic table eating their lunch when the boy gave a loud belch. His friend started giggling.
"I swear," She gasped, "you are so rude!"
"What did you expect? Did you think I would hold it in until I popped?" He laughed. Young Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You're impossible."
Young Draco stayed silent while she finished her lunch. Then he blurted out his question. "Hey, Hermione?"
"Hm?"
"When we get older do you want to get married?" He said as he stared off into space.
Hermione turned beet red as she considered his question. She was only seven and someone had just asked her "The Question". She finally came up with an answer. "I would like that, Draco." She said quietly, looking at her feet. He looked over at her and smiled.
"Good, hey, do you wanna go swing?" Draco stood up and stretched.
"Sure!" Hermione smiled and jumped up beside him. He grabbed her hand and ran off toward the swings on the playground.
Hermione woke up and tried to stifle a sob. She had almost forgotten that he had asked her "The Question". She smiled. If she ever found him again she just might take him up on his offer if he asked her again. She started crying all over again just thinking about him.
Thanks to my friend Star Derringer for letting me use her word, "Baheesheema", and for her support! The song I used in this chapter is by Shania Twain and it's called "Juanita". If you don't like country then tough!
~Teenlaunch~