Chapter One: Tessetta. Tessetta, Ireland.
Foo Fighters "Everlong" (AN: Best song EVER!)
Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong
Tonight, I throw myself into and out of the red,
Out of her head she sang
Come down and waste away with me, down with me
Slow how, you wanted it to be,
I'm over my head, out of her head she sang
And I wonder when I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, hold you in
And now, I know you've always been out of your head,
Out of my head I sang
And I wonder when I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say
When she sang
And I wonder if everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
~*~
Gryffindor Head Girl Hermione Granger sat beside a wide window in the dusty library. It was September fourth, the first Saturday of her Hogwarts seventh year. She sat up straight, nose buried in an old tome.
Hermione placed the book down, having finished her very first, non-school related, leisure novel of the year. Smiling, she gathered her things together, getting ready to leave. Hermione paused, as she noticed a very thin, decrepit book lying on the floor beneath her small reading desk. Curious, Hermione picked it up and opened it.
The writing was very curvcious and hard to decipher. She began to read the first words. She quickly skimmed the page and stopped at the final words: In Due Time. Reaching to turn the page and finding that this was the only page in the small book, Hermione frowned. She placed the book on top of the tome she had just finished.
Hermione looked out the window to see a cloudy twilight sky. She picked up her saddlebag and reached down for the two books. Absentmindedly, she strolled up to the large oak desk Madam Pince had situated herself at.
"Hermione Granger: '100 Ways to Domesticate the Snooting Marguffle'." Madam Pince recited in her stern manner. "Returning the book already?"
"Yes." Hermione smiled kindly. "Oh! And this small booklet I found on the floor...?" Hermione trailed off, noticing the book had mysteriously disappeared.
"Pardon me, Miss Granger?" Madam Pince inquired, readjusting her spectacles and taking the large text from Hermione's arms. "This is the only book out in the entire library, believe it or not! It's so early in the school year..."
"Oh, never mind, then." Hermione mumbled, heading out of the library. Frowning in confusion, the girl with bushy brown hair walked on. If she wanted to make dinner on time, she would have to keep up a brisk walk--almost a run-- the whole way down to the Great Hall.
Hermione began to descend a staircase, deep in thoughts of her first few days back at the impressive school. When she had gotten the owl declaring her as Head Girl, she had nearly fainted from excitement! Her parents had been so proud of her that they had all gone out for a special congratulatory dinner at Hermione's favorite restaurant. And then... Well, she was quite upset to find that Ron had not made Head Boy, but still... Justin Finch-Fletchley was an intelligent and kind boy just the same.
Her thoughts drifted to her first day as Hermione hopped a trick step and onto another staircase. Harry and Ron were there, happy as can be. It was a wonderful day overall. Hermione was content with being back at Hogwarts, not for the fact of seeing friends again, but for the very studies she would acquire. Witchcraft and wizardry was an expansive world in which the studies and careers were endless!
Suddenly the ground lurched, bringing Hermione out of her reverie. The marble balustrade was cold to Hermione's touch as she grasped it to keep balance. As the stairway repositioned itself, Hermione looked around, not quite sure which area the stairway would relocate her to. The stairs rustily stopped.
Hermione looked at the corridor it lead up to, dimly lit and cold and dreary. Trying to decide what to do, Hermione found that it was either this hallway or the dungeons (although both, in her opinion, were dark and scary).
Hermione stepped off the marble stone steps. A noise churned, and she spun around to find the stairs moving once more, leaving her stranded in the dark corridor. "Damn!" she whispered, her voice echoing in the dark hallway.
"Oh, I thought Miss Perfect Head Girl would *never* use expletives!" a familiar sneer echoed back, as Draco Malfoy came out of the shadows to the right. Hermione thought it looked like he was a slimy rat crawling out of the darkness and winced inwardly.
"What're you doing here, Malfoy?" retorted Hermione haughtily.
"I got stuck just like you, Mudblood." Draco's voice was so cold that it sent shivers down Hermione's spine. Hermione scowled and began to walk down the dark corridor. "Hey! Where do you think you're going!?"
"*I* was about to go and find a way out of this hellhole." Hermione snarled back, not bothering to turn around.
"Oh really? Well you had better not be thinking of leaving me here to rot while you flounce about with your two boyfriends Potty and Weasel." Draco shouted, his footsteps noisily echoing off the stonewalls as he ran to catch up to Hermione.
With a sigh, Hermione rolled her eyes at the platinum blonde and let those brown eyes adjust to the dim lighting. "There must be another way out... a passageway or another stairwell..." she whispered, examining her surroundings as they walked on.
Draco just glared at her and seethed in silence. This corridor was such a desolate one that there weren't even tapestries or portraits on the walls, just an occasional dimly glowing torch. The hallway twisted and turned, before straightening in its path once more. Hermione and Draco were both getting very antsy and tired of this walkway, when suddenly Draco filled with glee.
"Great! Light at last, finally *I* can get out of here and leave *you*." Draco said with an air of superiority. Hermione gasped and Draco looked at her like she was nutters. "Wha--?"
Draco stopped as Hermione pointed ahead of them. They had finally come upon an ending to this tunnel-like corridor. Torches brilliantly glowed on either side of an ominous copper or brass, (Hermione couldn't tell), frame. Before the two Hogwarts students stood was a breathtaking, still portrait.
Hermione and Draco soundlessly walked up to the magnificent painting to get a better look at it. Inside the frame was a portrait of a beautiful woman. The lass had long, wavy, Weasley-red hair with gold highlights and white porcelain skin. She had a small, almost button nose and beautiful arching eyebrows. Her lips were particularly small and slightly upturned. The lady's milky white neck came down to a stop at a light blue dress line before the portrait ended. But, the thing that stood out most about the painting was a pair of shocking, brilliant violet eyes staring out to the distant horizon of the corridor.
"Hey, there's an inscription on this name plate..." Draco's voice was small and meager, as he too had been taken away by the portrait's elegance. Together, in slow motion, the two looked down at the gold plaque in which a description was inscribed.
"Lady Annwyn..." Hermione breathed out the title of the painting.
"What language is this in...?" Draco whispered as his manicured fingers traced the inscription. "Arais gach chéad...?" he read.
"...bliana dhul, murarad Tessetta." Hermione continued where Draco left off.
"And staon ó aon bheart toitíní Darkness." Draco finished the passage, feeling uncharacteristically lost and confused.
"What...?" Hermione whispered, ignoring the close proximity she and her enemy were in while bent over reading.
Abruptly, a strong cold wind began to blow around them. Hermione straightened and looked wildly around for the source, as did Draco. The torches burnt out with the wind and a silver-ish glow was coming from somewhere. Hermione looked up to find where the light came from and immediately shrieked, pointing at none other than the portrait.
The violet eyes of the beautiful Lady Annwyn were shining in purple and silver lasers of light.
The wind stopped just as abruptly as it began, as did the eerie violet-silver glow issuing from Lady Annwyn's eyes. Hermione stared as best she could at Draco, horror-struck and scared.
"I would not have read that if I were you," an Irish accented voice came from the painting. Draco and Hermione looked at the once still portrait in fear, as its facial expression changed from a tranquil distant look into one of an evil smirk. It, Lady Annwyn, began to laugh, like a stream of music coming from her too-small lips.
Darkness conquered the two's senses as they felt themselves tumbling in what felt like eternity.
~*~
Hermione hit solid ground and felt the air taken away from her. She swore silently and tried to right herself. It seemed as if she *still* couldn't breath and that her ribs must have broken in whatever she had just been doing. Blackness was still hovering in the corners of her mind, and she couldn't seem to remember what she had just done to make her feel so out of breath and in pain. 'Garrrrrr!' was all her mind was able to come up with at the moment. As for what her position was, she new that somehow her arm was twisted behind her back and that one leg was flung in the air, and her robes were scattered about. Her mind next told her that her robes must have gotten a lot heavier, because they were weighing down a lot more than they should. Finally, before actually tried to do anything to help the situation she was in, Hermione found that a large weight was on her head and upper collarbone area.
"Gerrroffme!!" she shrieked, finding that the weight wouldn't allow her eyes to open.
"Ow! You nearly bit the family jewels off, Granger!!" Hermione heard a muffled shout and yelp. Her mind suddenly screamed, 'MALFOY!' and red alert lights flared off inside her eyelids. A slight weight lifted off of her head and she opened her brown eyes to see a laughable sight, and Hermione really would have laughed, if not for the fact that air had yet to enter her lungs (save a few tiny breaths). Malfoy... In tight knee socks and a frilly shirt!
"What do you think your laughing at?" Draco asked, standing above the brunette and surveying her in an inappropriate manner.
"I'm not laughing, just opening my mouth and trying to breathe... And what are *you* looking at?!" she tried to shout, but only rasped.
"Well, if you must know, I am looking at your interesting apparel, Granger. Did you get up this morning and say, 'I think I'll go for the Renaissance look', or did you forget that you are in the 1990's, not some book." Draco sneered, still standing over her. Hermione scowled back and tried to sit up, but fell back down to the dirt ground.
Draco watched this all in slight amusement, but stopped his smirk when Hermione started to rasp out in coughs. He bent down and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to a standing position. Hermione furrowed her brows in confusion and was about to ask him why he 'soiled' his hands, but suddenly she looked down at herself and was caught in wonderment.
"Hey... I don't own anything like this!" she heard Draco say. She didn't reply, though, for she was still in awe about her clothing. Looking down, she found herself in an old-fashioned bodice and flowing skirt, of a mossy green color. And, if she was correct, the reason for her 'fractured' ribs and missing oxygen, she had on a tight corset too. Ignoring Draco's loud protests, Hermione investigated her apparel and came to the conclusion that the dress must be from the sixteen or seventeen hundred's.
Hermione silently admonished herself for being so preoccupied as to not look around her for the surroundings. Another Hogwarts corridor, perhaps? When Hermione's eyes roamed around her, she spun around in yet another wonderment. It appeared to be late at night and they were standing in the middle of a large green field. All around them were small, softly carved hills... "Holy shyte!" she screamed as best she could (as her lung capacity was just adjusting to the tight corset).
"--and I cannot understand--I never wear tights! This shirt is too feminine! I--what, Mudblood? Have you made the amazing discover that we're not in your beloved Hogwarts?" Draco snarled. "It's quite obvious, really."
"B-b-but!" she stuttered. "Over there, behind you!"
"What?" Draco retorted, obviously frustrated. "What now?!"
"Behind you, just look, you prat." Hermione bristled, pointing behind him at a large castle made out of moss and mildew covered stones. Hermione slowly took a step closer to Draco and said, "At least we're not in the middle of nowhere, now."
Draco quickly recovered his senses and began to walk toward the castle. As the two made their way closer and closer, they noticed a small picket fence surrounding the large building. Rickety, yet stable, the fence opened with a small sign that said: 'Tessetta School of the Craft'. Hermione knocked on the large oak doors in front of them, mind reeling with possibilities of what had happened (as her memory was just coming back to her). Maybe they had opened a wandless apparition ground and left Hogwarts? That *was* possible, after all, a temporary Apparition ground was like a tiny hole leading out of the disapparition wards....
"G'dday, Missy, Sir. May I help you?" a small, almost crooked looking lady asked. She was short and stout, with a mop of gray hair pulled into two long braids.
"Uhm. Could you tell us where this is?" Hermione asked, trying to figure out where they had apparated.
"Ireland, Missy. Tessetta, Ireland, a small village is about ten miles south of here." the lady said, full Irish brogue taking over. "Is there anything else you be needing?"
"What is the date?" Draco asked, putting on a charming almost-smile. Hermione gave him a look, why would he ever ask that? 'How daft can Malfoy be?' her mind snapped.
"September the fourth, the year of our Lord sixteen hundred and twenty-two." the lady replied, smiling in a 'knowing' way. Draco's mouth parted slightly in almost disguised shock. Hermione felt light headed and dizzy.
Draco barely reacted in time to catch Hermione's limp, falling body.
~*~
AN: How was that? I was going to end it where 'the darkness conquers them', but I thought that would be ridiculously short. I tried to keep it long (tell me if you reaaallly wanted it longer and I'll try to accommodate). And I am so sorry for taking so long to update, I haven't had the time to get onto the (right) computer. And next chapter will be longer if you reply and tell me that you want it that way! ; D
Thanks to my reviewers!! (And sorry, but there will not be a sequel to Starlight Butterfly and Dark Dagger = ( But I just might do Narcissa Chronicles after this story if people want me to. )
Thanks and review!!
Foo Fighters "Everlong" (AN: Best song EVER!)
Hello, I've waited here for you, everlong
Tonight, I throw myself into and out of the red,
Out of her head she sang
Come down and waste away with me, down with me
Slow how, you wanted it to be,
I'm over my head, out of her head she sang
And I wonder when I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
She sang
Breathe out, so I can breathe you in, hold you in
And now, I know you've always been out of your head,
Out of my head I sang
And I wonder when I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say
When she sang
And I wonder if everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when
~*~
Gryffindor Head Girl Hermione Granger sat beside a wide window in the dusty library. It was September fourth, the first Saturday of her Hogwarts seventh year. She sat up straight, nose buried in an old tome.
Hermione placed the book down, having finished her very first, non-school related, leisure novel of the year. Smiling, she gathered her things together, getting ready to leave. Hermione paused, as she noticed a very thin, decrepit book lying on the floor beneath her small reading desk. Curious, Hermione picked it up and opened it.
The writing was very curvcious and hard to decipher. She began to read the first words. She quickly skimmed the page and stopped at the final words: In Due Time. Reaching to turn the page and finding that this was the only page in the small book, Hermione frowned. She placed the book on top of the tome she had just finished.
Hermione looked out the window to see a cloudy twilight sky. She picked up her saddlebag and reached down for the two books. Absentmindedly, she strolled up to the large oak desk Madam Pince had situated herself at.
"Hermione Granger: '100 Ways to Domesticate the Snooting Marguffle'." Madam Pince recited in her stern manner. "Returning the book already?"
"Yes." Hermione smiled kindly. "Oh! And this small booklet I found on the floor...?" Hermione trailed off, noticing the book had mysteriously disappeared.
"Pardon me, Miss Granger?" Madam Pince inquired, readjusting her spectacles and taking the large text from Hermione's arms. "This is the only book out in the entire library, believe it or not! It's so early in the school year..."
"Oh, never mind, then." Hermione mumbled, heading out of the library. Frowning in confusion, the girl with bushy brown hair walked on. If she wanted to make dinner on time, she would have to keep up a brisk walk--almost a run-- the whole way down to the Great Hall.
Hermione began to descend a staircase, deep in thoughts of her first few days back at the impressive school. When she had gotten the owl declaring her as Head Girl, she had nearly fainted from excitement! Her parents had been so proud of her that they had all gone out for a special congratulatory dinner at Hermione's favorite restaurant. And then... Well, she was quite upset to find that Ron had not made Head Boy, but still... Justin Finch-Fletchley was an intelligent and kind boy just the same.
Her thoughts drifted to her first day as Hermione hopped a trick step and onto another staircase. Harry and Ron were there, happy as can be. It was a wonderful day overall. Hermione was content with being back at Hogwarts, not for the fact of seeing friends again, but for the very studies she would acquire. Witchcraft and wizardry was an expansive world in which the studies and careers were endless!
Suddenly the ground lurched, bringing Hermione out of her reverie. The marble balustrade was cold to Hermione's touch as she grasped it to keep balance. As the stairway repositioned itself, Hermione looked around, not quite sure which area the stairway would relocate her to. The stairs rustily stopped.
Hermione looked at the corridor it lead up to, dimly lit and cold and dreary. Trying to decide what to do, Hermione found that it was either this hallway or the dungeons (although both, in her opinion, were dark and scary).
Hermione stepped off the marble stone steps. A noise churned, and she spun around to find the stairs moving once more, leaving her stranded in the dark corridor. "Damn!" she whispered, her voice echoing in the dark hallway.
"Oh, I thought Miss Perfect Head Girl would *never* use expletives!" a familiar sneer echoed back, as Draco Malfoy came out of the shadows to the right. Hermione thought it looked like he was a slimy rat crawling out of the darkness and winced inwardly.
"What're you doing here, Malfoy?" retorted Hermione haughtily.
"I got stuck just like you, Mudblood." Draco's voice was so cold that it sent shivers down Hermione's spine. Hermione scowled and began to walk down the dark corridor. "Hey! Where do you think you're going!?"
"*I* was about to go and find a way out of this hellhole." Hermione snarled back, not bothering to turn around.
"Oh really? Well you had better not be thinking of leaving me here to rot while you flounce about with your two boyfriends Potty and Weasel." Draco shouted, his footsteps noisily echoing off the stonewalls as he ran to catch up to Hermione.
With a sigh, Hermione rolled her eyes at the platinum blonde and let those brown eyes adjust to the dim lighting. "There must be another way out... a passageway or another stairwell..." she whispered, examining her surroundings as they walked on.
Draco just glared at her and seethed in silence. This corridor was such a desolate one that there weren't even tapestries or portraits on the walls, just an occasional dimly glowing torch. The hallway twisted and turned, before straightening in its path once more. Hermione and Draco were both getting very antsy and tired of this walkway, when suddenly Draco filled with glee.
"Great! Light at last, finally *I* can get out of here and leave *you*." Draco said with an air of superiority. Hermione gasped and Draco looked at her like she was nutters. "Wha--?"
Draco stopped as Hermione pointed ahead of them. They had finally come upon an ending to this tunnel-like corridor. Torches brilliantly glowed on either side of an ominous copper or brass, (Hermione couldn't tell), frame. Before the two Hogwarts students stood was a breathtaking, still portrait.
Hermione and Draco soundlessly walked up to the magnificent painting to get a better look at it. Inside the frame was a portrait of a beautiful woman. The lass had long, wavy, Weasley-red hair with gold highlights and white porcelain skin. She had a small, almost button nose and beautiful arching eyebrows. Her lips were particularly small and slightly upturned. The lady's milky white neck came down to a stop at a light blue dress line before the portrait ended. But, the thing that stood out most about the painting was a pair of shocking, brilliant violet eyes staring out to the distant horizon of the corridor.
"Hey, there's an inscription on this name plate..." Draco's voice was small and meager, as he too had been taken away by the portrait's elegance. Together, in slow motion, the two looked down at the gold plaque in which a description was inscribed.
"Lady Annwyn..." Hermione breathed out the title of the painting.
"What language is this in...?" Draco whispered as his manicured fingers traced the inscription. "Arais gach chéad...?" he read.
"...bliana dhul, murarad Tessetta." Hermione continued where Draco left off.
"And staon ó aon bheart toitíní Darkness." Draco finished the passage, feeling uncharacteristically lost and confused.
"What...?" Hermione whispered, ignoring the close proximity she and her enemy were in while bent over reading.
Abruptly, a strong cold wind began to blow around them. Hermione straightened and looked wildly around for the source, as did Draco. The torches burnt out with the wind and a silver-ish glow was coming from somewhere. Hermione looked up to find where the light came from and immediately shrieked, pointing at none other than the portrait.
The violet eyes of the beautiful Lady Annwyn were shining in purple and silver lasers of light.
The wind stopped just as abruptly as it began, as did the eerie violet-silver glow issuing from Lady Annwyn's eyes. Hermione stared as best she could at Draco, horror-struck and scared.
"I would not have read that if I were you," an Irish accented voice came from the painting. Draco and Hermione looked at the once still portrait in fear, as its facial expression changed from a tranquil distant look into one of an evil smirk. It, Lady Annwyn, began to laugh, like a stream of music coming from her too-small lips.
Darkness conquered the two's senses as they felt themselves tumbling in what felt like eternity.
~*~
Hermione hit solid ground and felt the air taken away from her. She swore silently and tried to right herself. It seemed as if she *still* couldn't breath and that her ribs must have broken in whatever she had just been doing. Blackness was still hovering in the corners of her mind, and she couldn't seem to remember what she had just done to make her feel so out of breath and in pain. 'Garrrrrr!' was all her mind was able to come up with at the moment. As for what her position was, she new that somehow her arm was twisted behind her back and that one leg was flung in the air, and her robes were scattered about. Her mind next told her that her robes must have gotten a lot heavier, because they were weighing down a lot more than they should. Finally, before actually tried to do anything to help the situation she was in, Hermione found that a large weight was on her head and upper collarbone area.
"Gerrroffme!!" she shrieked, finding that the weight wouldn't allow her eyes to open.
"Ow! You nearly bit the family jewels off, Granger!!" Hermione heard a muffled shout and yelp. Her mind suddenly screamed, 'MALFOY!' and red alert lights flared off inside her eyelids. A slight weight lifted off of her head and she opened her brown eyes to see a laughable sight, and Hermione really would have laughed, if not for the fact that air had yet to enter her lungs (save a few tiny breaths). Malfoy... In tight knee socks and a frilly shirt!
"What do you think your laughing at?" Draco asked, standing above the brunette and surveying her in an inappropriate manner.
"I'm not laughing, just opening my mouth and trying to breathe... And what are *you* looking at?!" she tried to shout, but only rasped.
"Well, if you must know, I am looking at your interesting apparel, Granger. Did you get up this morning and say, 'I think I'll go for the Renaissance look', or did you forget that you are in the 1990's, not some book." Draco sneered, still standing over her. Hermione scowled back and tried to sit up, but fell back down to the dirt ground.
Draco watched this all in slight amusement, but stopped his smirk when Hermione started to rasp out in coughs. He bent down and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to a standing position. Hermione furrowed her brows in confusion and was about to ask him why he 'soiled' his hands, but suddenly she looked down at herself and was caught in wonderment.
"Hey... I don't own anything like this!" she heard Draco say. She didn't reply, though, for she was still in awe about her clothing. Looking down, she found herself in an old-fashioned bodice and flowing skirt, of a mossy green color. And, if she was correct, the reason for her 'fractured' ribs and missing oxygen, she had on a tight corset too. Ignoring Draco's loud protests, Hermione investigated her apparel and came to the conclusion that the dress must be from the sixteen or seventeen hundred's.
Hermione silently admonished herself for being so preoccupied as to not look around her for the surroundings. Another Hogwarts corridor, perhaps? When Hermione's eyes roamed around her, she spun around in yet another wonderment. It appeared to be late at night and they were standing in the middle of a large green field. All around them were small, softly carved hills... "Holy shyte!" she screamed as best she could (as her lung capacity was just adjusting to the tight corset).
"--and I cannot understand--I never wear tights! This shirt is too feminine! I--what, Mudblood? Have you made the amazing discover that we're not in your beloved Hogwarts?" Draco snarled. "It's quite obvious, really."
"B-b-but!" she stuttered. "Over there, behind you!"
"What?" Draco retorted, obviously frustrated. "What now?!"
"Behind you, just look, you prat." Hermione bristled, pointing behind him at a large castle made out of moss and mildew covered stones. Hermione slowly took a step closer to Draco and said, "At least we're not in the middle of nowhere, now."
Draco quickly recovered his senses and began to walk toward the castle. As the two made their way closer and closer, they noticed a small picket fence surrounding the large building. Rickety, yet stable, the fence opened with a small sign that said: 'Tessetta School of the Craft'. Hermione knocked on the large oak doors in front of them, mind reeling with possibilities of what had happened (as her memory was just coming back to her). Maybe they had opened a wandless apparition ground and left Hogwarts? That *was* possible, after all, a temporary Apparition ground was like a tiny hole leading out of the disapparition wards....
"G'dday, Missy, Sir. May I help you?" a small, almost crooked looking lady asked. She was short and stout, with a mop of gray hair pulled into two long braids.
"Uhm. Could you tell us where this is?" Hermione asked, trying to figure out where they had apparated.
"Ireland, Missy. Tessetta, Ireland, a small village is about ten miles south of here." the lady said, full Irish brogue taking over. "Is there anything else you be needing?"
"What is the date?" Draco asked, putting on a charming almost-smile. Hermione gave him a look, why would he ever ask that? 'How daft can Malfoy be?' her mind snapped.
"September the fourth, the year of our Lord sixteen hundred and twenty-two." the lady replied, smiling in a 'knowing' way. Draco's mouth parted slightly in almost disguised shock. Hermione felt light headed and dizzy.
Draco barely reacted in time to catch Hermione's limp, falling body.
~*~
AN: How was that? I was going to end it where 'the darkness conquers them', but I thought that would be ridiculously short. I tried to keep it long (tell me if you reaaallly wanted it longer and I'll try to accommodate). And I am so sorry for taking so long to update, I haven't had the time to get onto the (right) computer. And next chapter will be longer if you reply and tell me that you want it that way! ; D
Thanks to my reviewers!! (And sorry, but there will not be a sequel to Starlight Butterfly and Dark Dagger = ( But I just might do Narcissa Chronicles after this story if people want me to. )
Thanks and review!!