Hearts Combined
~* Hi to everyone, and thanks for your support in my fiction! I love you all heaps! Thanking Dark Lulu (sorry darl, I already have a Beta, and having more than one can get confusing), HarryzBabe, charles, Karen, cutiegirraffe, October Potter-Snape, SiriusWolf, kkroxyea, shadows-zephyr, ILUVRONWEASLEY, and Lord angelus (thanks for the hug!). So because of all the support on this fiction, I have decided to write the next chapter as soon as possible! *~
Chapter 5 ~ Hermione's Room
The next morning, Hermione awoke and was glad that classes were to start up again. She got out of bed, grabbed her stuff, and went to her bathroom for a shower. The shower was one of the few places where Hermione was alone, and could think about whatever she wanted, so she liked to take as many showers as she possibly could squeeze in. The water also kept her hair from getting too frizzy.
After her shower, Hermione used her hair straightener to straighten her beautiful brown locks, so that they fell neatly around her face, instead of puffing out all over the place. If she was to be Head Girl, she had to look respectful, and straight hair made her look older and more like a leader.
When Hermione had finished up in her bathroom, and was dressed in her school robes ready for class, she exited her beautiful, diamond filled bathroom, and went into hers and Draco's bedroom. Draco was sitting on the edge of his green clad bed, putting on his shoes. He wore nice, stylish black boots which matched the Hogwarts Robes quite brilliantly.
As he saw Hermione enter the room, he smiled and waved.
'Good morning Hermione. Did you sleep well?' Draco asked her. Hermione was quite shocked at this remark. Draco had never shown signs of being this nice to her, even when he had poured his heart out to her while telling her of his mother's death. She promptly recalled last night's events, how Draco had admitted to her, unaware she was awake, that he was in love with her. She had no idea why, no boy had ever loved her before. Well, there was Viktor Krum, but he didn't love her, he just liked her a lot.
'Morning Draco,' Hermione replied. 'I slept quite soundly, thank you for asking.' She returned his warm smile, feeling quite jittery inside. Seventeen year olds are not meant to feel jittery inside, Hermione told herself, trying to shake the feeling.
Hermione walked up to the painting of Harry, which hung on the wall in it's usual spot. Harry winked at her, and the portrait swung open, to reveal a long, dimly lit corridor. Hermione looked a small bit shocked, and if she didn't leave now she might miss breakfast, however, this was a secret chamber which Dumbledore must have put in there, so Hermione went with her instinct and stepped into the corridor.
'What's that Hermione?' Draco asked, coming over to Hermione's side of the room. 'Where does that lead to?' He asked another question, looking curiously over Hermione's shoulder to try and make out where the tunnel led to.
'I'm not sure where it leads, but I intend to find out. You go off to breakfast, I'll be down later. Tell Ginny and Phillip not to wait for me!' Hermione said, as she started walking down the corridor.
Draco didn't want to let her go all by herself, but she obviously wanted to go alone, or she would have asked Draco to go with her. But then again, she wouldn't have asked him, Draco Malfoy, her enemy for the past six years, to go with her down a dark corridor. He decided to go out, and leave Hermione to her secret passageway.
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Hermione walked down the dark passageway, trying not to think about the darkness which surrounded her, lifted every so often by a small, dim candle light, shimmering in the cold tunnel. She pulled her wand out of the pocket in her robes, just in case something were to jump out of the shadows and try to harm her.
Hermione was walking down that passageway for what seemed like hours, until she finally came to a small, lit room. There were five large fire torches which hung on the walls of the pentagon shaped room. There was a desk against one wall, a large, soft armchair against another, and some small, empty bookshelves to fill the remainder. There was also a small bed, comfortable, but not as comfortable, or as brilliant as her regular bed in her room. On the desk, Hermione spied a small envelope addressed to her. She walked over to the desk and opened the letter carefully, as to not rip the pretty envelope.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
Your former friend Harry James Potter had given me the information of the one thing you would want if given the opportunity to have. He told me that you would like a place to be by yourself, to do some independent studying, a place for your spare books, and just a nice quiet place for you to relax.
Please consider this room and all it's contents a gift from your former best friend Harry. In the draw you will find some Wizard Money, which was left to you from Harry. You may use it as you see fit.
This room is accessible by you, and you only. The portrait of Harry will not open to anyone except yourself, so no one but you will know about this room. It is your private sanctuary.
Kindest regards,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Albus Dumbledore finished the letter with his personal signature. Hermione began to cry once again. Harry had told Dumbledore the one thing she'd always wanted for her own self, and now she had it, all because of Harry. She collapsed into the armchair, still holding the letter, and wept openly for a long time.
She missed her best friend, and didn't know what she was going to do without him to brighten up her day.
When Hermione finally stopped crying, she realised, looking at her watch, that she had missed most of her lessons on the first day back at school! Oh no! Hermione thought. What if I missed something important? I've got to get to class!
Hermione dashed down the damp corridor, coming to the end. The portrait swung open as soon as Hermione reached it, allowing her to step out into hers and Draco's bedroom. She hurried to the door, her eyes lingering just for a second on Quinton, who hooted at her. Hermione stopped, and walked over to Draco's owl.
'What do you want? I'm late for class.' Hermione said, stroking Draco's beautiful, deep brown owl. Quinton hooted again, causing Hermione to pull her hand back in surprise. 'I have to go, um, Quinton, bye.' Hermione said, rushing out of the room, down the stairs and out of the Hogwarts Common Room.
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'So Hermione, why did you miss so many classes today?' Draco asked Hermione in the Hogwarts Common Room. Every Prefect was there except for Ginny, who claimed she had Quidditch Practice, but there was so such Practice happening on the Quidditch Pitch. Ginny must have forgotten that the windows in the Hogwarts Common Room looked out apon the Quidditch Pitch, and the lake, as well as the rest of the Hogwarts Grounds.
'I found something.' Hermione said to Draco. 'There was a room behind the portrait of Harry.' Hermione continued. Draco looked slightly puzzled.
'What kind of room Hermione?' He asked curiously. 'And why, might I ask, did you feel the need to stay there for most of the day, missing some important lessons.' Draco said suspiciously, knowing that Hermione would rather break her leg than miss some important lessons which could come up on the NEWTS.
'Let me show you.' Hermione said, and she walked up the stairs to hers and Draco's room. Draco followed her curiously.
Hermione walked over to her wardrobe. She opened the doors, revealing her clothes. At the bottom, there was two drawers, for her to put miscellaneous items in. Picking out the letter that Dumbledore had written her, she walked over to Draco.
'Is that why you stayed there all day?' Draco asked, motioning to the parchment in her hand. Hermione nodded, and handed him the letter. Neither of them spoke as Draco read the letter which Dumbledore had written to Hermione.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
Your former friend Harry James Potter had given me the information of the one thing you would want if given the opportunity to have. He told me that you would like a place to be by yourself, to do some independent studying, a place for your spare books, and just a nice quiet place for you to relax.
Please consider this room and all it's contents a gift from your former best friend Harry. In the draw you will find some Wizard Money, which was left to you from Harry. You may use it as you see fit.
This room is accessible by you, and you only. The portrait of Harry will not open to anyone except yourself, so no one but you will know about this room. It is your private sanctuary.
Kindest regards,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
When Draco finished reading Hermione's letter, his heart was filled with sadness for his fellow Head Girl. Hermione put a hand on his arm, causing him to look up at her.
'Would you like to see the room?' Hermione asked him gently.
'No thank you Hermione, I think it's your personal room, and I don't want to intrude on that space.' Draco said with a weak smile.
'Aww, Draco, you're so sweet. I'm going to visit Ron and the other Gryffindors now, we'll talk later.' Hermione said, dashing out of the room.
She went down into the Hogwarts Common Room, seeing that it was mostly empty, except for Phillip, she motioned for Phillip to go with her.
'Where?' Phillip asked curiously.
'To see the other Gryffindors!' Hermione said excitedly. Phillip got up out of his loveseat, and followed Hermione through the door with the lion and badger.
After walking up those many stairs, Phillip and Hermione burst into the Gryffindor Common Room, which was crowded with Gryffindors. Some were rushing around attending to business, and others were talking in small groups. No one noticed Hermione and Phillip's arrival. They split up to go and find their separate friends, Hermione off towards the fireplace, and Phillip over towards the far wall.
Hermione noticed Ron and Ginny sitting in their usual chairs around the fireplace. Dean, Neville and Seamus were sitting around them, and they were all having a nice conversation.
'How nice of you to invite me Ginny.' Hermione said coldly. Ginny looked up at Hermione, with a look of shock plastered over her face.
'I'm sorry Hermione, I thought you were busy with Malfoy.' Ginny said, equally as cold as Hermione's voice. Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus gaped at this news.
'I talk to him, he's not as awful as you guys might think.' Hermione said in a huff.
'Yeah, to Leanne, Samantha and Joel maybe, but Hermione, come on! You're a Gryffindor! Think about where your loyalties lie. Would you rather be with us, your loyal friends for so long, or Malfoy, the same git who always called you a Mudblood, and made fun of you at every waking opportunity? You must consider these factors.' Ron said angrily. Hermione looked hurt.
'Of corse my loyalties lie with you guys! But Draco is nice too. Can't he be my friend too?' Hermione asked sadly.
'Hermione, it's for your own good, you have to choose. Us, or Malfoy.' Ginny said harshly.
'I know who I'd choose, but that's besides the point. It's up to you Hermione. We'll give you a day to think about it. Come back and see us tomorrow night. We'll be here waiting for your decision.' Dean said, and the Gryffindors turned away from Hermione.
'You know what? If you're making me choose, then maybe you aren't such good friends after all.' Hermione said, tears streaming down her face. She ran over to the portrait of Godric Gryffindor, and entered it.
She slumped down onto the ground just beyond the Gryffindor Common Room and cried openly. Phillip soon joined her, and seeing she was crying, he knelt down and wrapped her in a hug.
'What happened?' He asked sympathetically. Hermione looked at him with her big brown eyes, filled with tears.
'Ron, Dean, Ginny, Seamus and Neville are making me choose between them and Draco!' Hermione said between sobs. Phillip looked at her curiously.
'You surely aren't thinking of choosing Malfoy over the Gryffindor mob, are you?' Phillip asked hopefully. When Hermione didn't say anything, Phillip's eyes widened. 'Come on Hermione! You can't possibly choose Malfoy over your loyal friends! I saw the great times you had with those guys over the years, you can't be prepared to give it all up over Draco Malfoy.' Phillip let go of Hermione as if she was a traitor.
'Not you too, oh Phillip, he's changed! He's different now! You know that! Tell me you know that!' Hermione said, crying some more.
'He isn't as horrible as he used to be, I'll give him that, but he used to be the most horrible person to you.' Phillip said. 'I don't want you getting hurt with him, that's all.' Phillip said, and headed down the long staircase.
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~* Well guys, there's the 5th chapter! Hope you all liked that one. Sorry it took so long to get up, I just got sidetracked every time I tried to write more! Don't expect the next chapter in under a week, sorry! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~
~* Hi to everyone, and thanks for your support in my fiction! I love you all heaps! Thanking Dark Lulu (sorry darl, I already have a Beta, and having more than one can get confusing), HarryzBabe, charles, Karen, cutiegirraffe, October Potter-Snape, SiriusWolf, kkroxyea, shadows-zephyr, ILUVRONWEASLEY, and Lord angelus (thanks for the hug!). So because of all the support on this fiction, I have decided to write the next chapter as soon as possible! *~
Chapter 5 ~ Hermione's Room
The next morning, Hermione awoke and was glad that classes were to start up again. She got out of bed, grabbed her stuff, and went to her bathroom for a shower. The shower was one of the few places where Hermione was alone, and could think about whatever she wanted, so she liked to take as many showers as she possibly could squeeze in. The water also kept her hair from getting too frizzy.
After her shower, Hermione used her hair straightener to straighten her beautiful brown locks, so that they fell neatly around her face, instead of puffing out all over the place. If she was to be Head Girl, she had to look respectful, and straight hair made her look older and more like a leader.
When Hermione had finished up in her bathroom, and was dressed in her school robes ready for class, she exited her beautiful, diamond filled bathroom, and went into hers and Draco's bedroom. Draco was sitting on the edge of his green clad bed, putting on his shoes. He wore nice, stylish black boots which matched the Hogwarts Robes quite brilliantly.
As he saw Hermione enter the room, he smiled and waved.
'Good morning Hermione. Did you sleep well?' Draco asked her. Hermione was quite shocked at this remark. Draco had never shown signs of being this nice to her, even when he had poured his heart out to her while telling her of his mother's death. She promptly recalled last night's events, how Draco had admitted to her, unaware she was awake, that he was in love with her. She had no idea why, no boy had ever loved her before. Well, there was Viktor Krum, but he didn't love her, he just liked her a lot.
'Morning Draco,' Hermione replied. 'I slept quite soundly, thank you for asking.' She returned his warm smile, feeling quite jittery inside. Seventeen year olds are not meant to feel jittery inside, Hermione told herself, trying to shake the feeling.
Hermione walked up to the painting of Harry, which hung on the wall in it's usual spot. Harry winked at her, and the portrait swung open, to reveal a long, dimly lit corridor. Hermione looked a small bit shocked, and if she didn't leave now she might miss breakfast, however, this was a secret chamber which Dumbledore must have put in there, so Hermione went with her instinct and stepped into the corridor.
'What's that Hermione?' Draco asked, coming over to Hermione's side of the room. 'Where does that lead to?' He asked another question, looking curiously over Hermione's shoulder to try and make out where the tunnel led to.
'I'm not sure where it leads, but I intend to find out. You go off to breakfast, I'll be down later. Tell Ginny and Phillip not to wait for me!' Hermione said, as she started walking down the corridor.
Draco didn't want to let her go all by herself, but she obviously wanted to go alone, or she would have asked Draco to go with her. But then again, she wouldn't have asked him, Draco Malfoy, her enemy for the past six years, to go with her down a dark corridor. He decided to go out, and leave Hermione to her secret passageway.
~***~
Hermione walked down the dark passageway, trying not to think about the darkness which surrounded her, lifted every so often by a small, dim candle light, shimmering in the cold tunnel. She pulled her wand out of the pocket in her robes, just in case something were to jump out of the shadows and try to harm her.
Hermione was walking down that passageway for what seemed like hours, until she finally came to a small, lit room. There were five large fire torches which hung on the walls of the pentagon shaped room. There was a desk against one wall, a large, soft armchair against another, and some small, empty bookshelves to fill the remainder. There was also a small bed, comfortable, but not as comfortable, or as brilliant as her regular bed in her room. On the desk, Hermione spied a small envelope addressed to her. She walked over to the desk and opened the letter carefully, as to not rip the pretty envelope.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
Your former friend Harry James Potter had given me the information of the one thing you would want if given the opportunity to have. He told me that you would like a place to be by yourself, to do some independent studying, a place for your spare books, and just a nice quiet place for you to relax.
Please consider this room and all it's contents a gift from your former best friend Harry. In the draw you will find some Wizard Money, which was left to you from Harry. You may use it as you see fit.
This room is accessible by you, and you only. The portrait of Harry will not open to anyone except yourself, so no one but you will know about this room. It is your private sanctuary.
Kindest regards,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Albus Dumbledore finished the letter with his personal signature. Hermione began to cry once again. Harry had told Dumbledore the one thing she'd always wanted for her own self, and now she had it, all because of Harry. She collapsed into the armchair, still holding the letter, and wept openly for a long time.
She missed her best friend, and didn't know what she was going to do without him to brighten up her day.
When Hermione finally stopped crying, she realised, looking at her watch, that she had missed most of her lessons on the first day back at school! Oh no! Hermione thought. What if I missed something important? I've got to get to class!
Hermione dashed down the damp corridor, coming to the end. The portrait swung open as soon as Hermione reached it, allowing her to step out into hers and Draco's bedroom. She hurried to the door, her eyes lingering just for a second on Quinton, who hooted at her. Hermione stopped, and walked over to Draco's owl.
'What do you want? I'm late for class.' Hermione said, stroking Draco's beautiful, deep brown owl. Quinton hooted again, causing Hermione to pull her hand back in surprise. 'I have to go, um, Quinton, bye.' Hermione said, rushing out of the room, down the stairs and out of the Hogwarts Common Room.
~***~
'So Hermione, why did you miss so many classes today?' Draco asked Hermione in the Hogwarts Common Room. Every Prefect was there except for Ginny, who claimed she had Quidditch Practice, but there was so such Practice happening on the Quidditch Pitch. Ginny must have forgotten that the windows in the Hogwarts Common Room looked out apon the Quidditch Pitch, and the lake, as well as the rest of the Hogwarts Grounds.
'I found something.' Hermione said to Draco. 'There was a room behind the portrait of Harry.' Hermione continued. Draco looked slightly puzzled.
'What kind of room Hermione?' He asked curiously. 'And why, might I ask, did you feel the need to stay there for most of the day, missing some important lessons.' Draco said suspiciously, knowing that Hermione would rather break her leg than miss some important lessons which could come up on the NEWTS.
'Let me show you.' Hermione said, and she walked up the stairs to hers and Draco's room. Draco followed her curiously.
Hermione walked over to her wardrobe. She opened the doors, revealing her clothes. At the bottom, there was two drawers, for her to put miscellaneous items in. Picking out the letter that Dumbledore had written her, she walked over to Draco.
'Is that why you stayed there all day?' Draco asked, motioning to the parchment in her hand. Hermione nodded, and handed him the letter. Neither of them spoke as Draco read the letter which Dumbledore had written to Hermione.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
Your former friend Harry James Potter had given me the information of the one thing you would want if given the opportunity to have. He told me that you would like a place to be by yourself, to do some independent studying, a place for your spare books, and just a nice quiet place for you to relax.
Please consider this room and all it's contents a gift from your former best friend Harry. In the draw you will find some Wizard Money, which was left to you from Harry. You may use it as you see fit.
This room is accessible by you, and you only. The portrait of Harry will not open to anyone except yourself, so no one but you will know about this room. It is your private sanctuary.
Kindest regards,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
When Draco finished reading Hermione's letter, his heart was filled with sadness for his fellow Head Girl. Hermione put a hand on his arm, causing him to look up at her.
'Would you like to see the room?' Hermione asked him gently.
'No thank you Hermione, I think it's your personal room, and I don't want to intrude on that space.' Draco said with a weak smile.
'Aww, Draco, you're so sweet. I'm going to visit Ron and the other Gryffindors now, we'll talk later.' Hermione said, dashing out of the room.
She went down into the Hogwarts Common Room, seeing that it was mostly empty, except for Phillip, she motioned for Phillip to go with her.
'Where?' Phillip asked curiously.
'To see the other Gryffindors!' Hermione said excitedly. Phillip got up out of his loveseat, and followed Hermione through the door with the lion and badger.
After walking up those many stairs, Phillip and Hermione burst into the Gryffindor Common Room, which was crowded with Gryffindors. Some were rushing around attending to business, and others were talking in small groups. No one noticed Hermione and Phillip's arrival. They split up to go and find their separate friends, Hermione off towards the fireplace, and Phillip over towards the far wall.
Hermione noticed Ron and Ginny sitting in their usual chairs around the fireplace. Dean, Neville and Seamus were sitting around them, and they were all having a nice conversation.
'How nice of you to invite me Ginny.' Hermione said coldly. Ginny looked up at Hermione, with a look of shock plastered over her face.
'I'm sorry Hermione, I thought you were busy with Malfoy.' Ginny said, equally as cold as Hermione's voice. Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus gaped at this news.
'I talk to him, he's not as awful as you guys might think.' Hermione said in a huff.
'Yeah, to Leanne, Samantha and Joel maybe, but Hermione, come on! You're a Gryffindor! Think about where your loyalties lie. Would you rather be with us, your loyal friends for so long, or Malfoy, the same git who always called you a Mudblood, and made fun of you at every waking opportunity? You must consider these factors.' Ron said angrily. Hermione looked hurt.
'Of corse my loyalties lie with you guys! But Draco is nice too. Can't he be my friend too?' Hermione asked sadly.
'Hermione, it's for your own good, you have to choose. Us, or Malfoy.' Ginny said harshly.
'I know who I'd choose, but that's besides the point. It's up to you Hermione. We'll give you a day to think about it. Come back and see us tomorrow night. We'll be here waiting for your decision.' Dean said, and the Gryffindors turned away from Hermione.
'You know what? If you're making me choose, then maybe you aren't such good friends after all.' Hermione said, tears streaming down her face. She ran over to the portrait of Godric Gryffindor, and entered it.
She slumped down onto the ground just beyond the Gryffindor Common Room and cried openly. Phillip soon joined her, and seeing she was crying, he knelt down and wrapped her in a hug.
'What happened?' He asked sympathetically. Hermione looked at him with her big brown eyes, filled with tears.
'Ron, Dean, Ginny, Seamus and Neville are making me choose between them and Draco!' Hermione said between sobs. Phillip looked at her curiously.
'You surely aren't thinking of choosing Malfoy over the Gryffindor mob, are you?' Phillip asked hopefully. When Hermione didn't say anything, Phillip's eyes widened. 'Come on Hermione! You can't possibly choose Malfoy over your loyal friends! I saw the great times you had with those guys over the years, you can't be prepared to give it all up over Draco Malfoy.' Phillip let go of Hermione as if she was a traitor.
'Not you too, oh Phillip, he's changed! He's different now! You know that! Tell me you know that!' Hermione said, crying some more.
'He isn't as horrible as he used to be, I'll give him that, but he used to be the most horrible person to you.' Phillip said. 'I don't want you getting hurt with him, that's all.' Phillip said, and headed down the long staircase.
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~* Well guys, there's the 5th chapter! Hope you all liked that one. Sorry it took so long to get up, I just got sidetracked every time I tried to write more! Don't expect the next chapter in under a week, sorry! *~
~Gryffindor Gal~