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mistress JK Rowling... but oh how I would LOVE to own Draco...
Recap: ... In the darkest corner lay a body. She quickly levitated it and brought it into the tiny stream of moonlight seeping through a small window above. The face was so distorted it was indistinct yet the hair, the blond wisps of silk, nobody had that except him. It was Draco. The prowling lion found the sleeping dragon...
CHAPTER 2 The Lion and the Dragon Make Contact
Hermione hurried to Madame Pomfrey (sp?) in hopes that it wasn't to late for Draco. Perhaps if she was fast enough he would... No, she wouldn't let herself think like that. The only competition she had in the world was this deformed boy that eerily levitated behind her and followed her down the stairs and through the hall. Hermione jerked to a halt as she reached her destination. It was late and no lights could be seen from inside. She banged and hollered. Time seemed to pass ever so slowly. Suddenly Hermione saw the flicker of a candle from somewhere inside followed by an old bonnet which encased the top of the sleepy medi- witch's head. She readjusted her glasses and cracked open the door. "My dear girl, do you have any idea what time it is?" Hermione just stood there baffled by her thought for a moment, but just a moment, she quickly snapped out of it. "Madame Pomfrey..." Hermione stepped aside to reveal the body floating behind her. The small gasping intake of air told Hermione that the medi- witch had seen this type of gruesomeness before. "Where did you find 'it' and who is 'it'?" she said. Hermione opened her mouth to speak yet no words would come out. She felt mute from shock, fear, and over- exhaustion. "Draco," she managed to croak out. Madame Pomfrey did not look surprised at all; Draco had been in her office man a time from many a beating that his father and his father's friends had given him. She knew he would not join the Dark Lord and she knew his life was in danger.
He was levitated to the nearest bed. The old medi- witch moved and worked quickly. She fetched her wand. She muttered something under her breath at first. Hermione was so to the point of exhaustion she didn't even bother to catch the words. The sight reveled before her eyes made Hermione's eyes go wide, her jaw go slack, and her breath stop shortly. The boy in front of her had stopped bleeding but Madame Pomfrey had also used a spell to remove the spell that Malfoy had apparently used to conceal his battle scars. There were claw marks and blast wounds and places where boils must have been but nothing marred the beauty of his serene face. He would seem almost angelic lying there so peacefully if it hadn't been for the distortedness of his body. He moaned slightly causing Hermione to jump.
Madame Pomfrey backed off into the shadows for a moment to observe the scene before her. This beautiful, smart, and ambitious girl had blood spattered on her, she knew it wasn't Hermione's cuts though. She noticed the way Hermione looked at the boy lying in the bed. Everyone wanted Draco Malfoy and everyone agreed on that simple fact. But she looked at him differently. It wasn't lust in her eyes yet Madame Pomfrey feared the girl was already in too deep. She was smart yes but this boy was not one to get involved with, especially not now, when the time of unrest had come to the Dark Lord's ring. She was putting her own life in danger as well as her two best friends' lives. Where were they? She wondered. That group used to be inseparable but now they were alone, each one of them living their lives separate from one another. She shrugged and quietly sighed.
A small wisp of silken blond hair had fallen across Draco's face. Hermione was compelled to reach over and brush it aside, tuck it behind his ear. As she did so a low moan came from the boy. Before she had time to react, he had caught her wrist and pulled her to him. "Who are you and what are you doing touching me?" he said. His vision was blurred. Hermione could tell he was not looking directly at her. Suddenly his eyes clouded over and he fell backwards still grasping her wrist. She squealed as she was propelled on top of him with a sudden inexplicable force. Madame Pomfrey rushed to her side. She gently pulled Hermione's wrist out of Malfoy's grasp. Hermione got up but could barely take another step. Madame Pomfrey offered her the next bed over.
As the curtains were drawn Hermione's last vision was of Malfoy and his silky blond hair, angelic face, and the sudden opening of his large pool of grey eyes. The Lion and The Dragon had made Contact.
Recap: ... In the darkest corner lay a body. She quickly levitated it and brought it into the tiny stream of moonlight seeping through a small window above. The face was so distorted it was indistinct yet the hair, the blond wisps of silk, nobody had that except him. It was Draco. The prowling lion found the sleeping dragon...
CHAPTER 2 The Lion and the Dragon Make Contact
Hermione hurried to Madame Pomfrey (sp?) in hopes that it wasn't to late for Draco. Perhaps if she was fast enough he would... No, she wouldn't let herself think like that. The only competition she had in the world was this deformed boy that eerily levitated behind her and followed her down the stairs and through the hall. Hermione jerked to a halt as she reached her destination. It was late and no lights could be seen from inside. She banged and hollered. Time seemed to pass ever so slowly. Suddenly Hermione saw the flicker of a candle from somewhere inside followed by an old bonnet which encased the top of the sleepy medi- witch's head. She readjusted her glasses and cracked open the door. "My dear girl, do you have any idea what time it is?" Hermione just stood there baffled by her thought for a moment, but just a moment, she quickly snapped out of it. "Madame Pomfrey..." Hermione stepped aside to reveal the body floating behind her. The small gasping intake of air told Hermione that the medi- witch had seen this type of gruesomeness before. "Where did you find 'it' and who is 'it'?" she said. Hermione opened her mouth to speak yet no words would come out. She felt mute from shock, fear, and over- exhaustion. "Draco," she managed to croak out. Madame Pomfrey did not look surprised at all; Draco had been in her office man a time from many a beating that his father and his father's friends had given him. She knew he would not join the Dark Lord and she knew his life was in danger.
He was levitated to the nearest bed. The old medi- witch moved and worked quickly. She fetched her wand. She muttered something under her breath at first. Hermione was so to the point of exhaustion she didn't even bother to catch the words. The sight reveled before her eyes made Hermione's eyes go wide, her jaw go slack, and her breath stop shortly. The boy in front of her had stopped bleeding but Madame Pomfrey had also used a spell to remove the spell that Malfoy had apparently used to conceal his battle scars. There were claw marks and blast wounds and places where boils must have been but nothing marred the beauty of his serene face. He would seem almost angelic lying there so peacefully if it hadn't been for the distortedness of his body. He moaned slightly causing Hermione to jump.
Madame Pomfrey backed off into the shadows for a moment to observe the scene before her. This beautiful, smart, and ambitious girl had blood spattered on her, she knew it wasn't Hermione's cuts though. She noticed the way Hermione looked at the boy lying in the bed. Everyone wanted Draco Malfoy and everyone agreed on that simple fact. But she looked at him differently. It wasn't lust in her eyes yet Madame Pomfrey feared the girl was already in too deep. She was smart yes but this boy was not one to get involved with, especially not now, when the time of unrest had come to the Dark Lord's ring. She was putting her own life in danger as well as her two best friends' lives. Where were they? She wondered. That group used to be inseparable but now they were alone, each one of them living their lives separate from one another. She shrugged and quietly sighed.
A small wisp of silken blond hair had fallen across Draco's face. Hermione was compelled to reach over and brush it aside, tuck it behind his ear. As she did so a low moan came from the boy. Before she had time to react, he had caught her wrist and pulled her to him. "Who are you and what are you doing touching me?" he said. His vision was blurred. Hermione could tell he was not looking directly at her. Suddenly his eyes clouded over and he fell backwards still grasping her wrist. She squealed as she was propelled on top of him with a sudden inexplicable force. Madame Pomfrey rushed to her side. She gently pulled Hermione's wrist out of Malfoy's grasp. Hermione got up but could barely take another step. Madame Pomfrey offered her the next bed over.
As the curtains were drawn Hermione's last vision was of Malfoy and his silky blond hair, angelic face, and the sudden opening of his large pool of grey eyes. The Lion and The Dragon had made Contact.