Chapter seven: The Prediction
The room looked as if it didn't even belong in the Malfoy household. There were two desks to the right and the left side of the room, the right one decked in red and gold, the left in green and silver. There was a scroll on the right side sitting on the desk and the left one on it. The carpet on the right side was red, and the left was green. Between them, there was a serpent and a lion sewn into the carpet. It had to have been sewn then, because the sewing pin was still there. To the right side, there was a piano, and to the left side was an electric guitar. The piano was clearly made out of gold, clashing with the red around it. The guitar was green, though the guitar pick next to it was gold. Hermione half-guessed this was a music room of some sorts, but Draco was baffled.
"I thought this room had been destroyed..." Draco thought aloud as he walked to the Slytherin side.
"What is this room..." Hermione wondered, walking to the piano, tracing the lion engraved into the shining gold. Her eyes flickered around the room, taking in the whole Gryffindor side.
Draco glanced over at Hermione and then walked towards the desk on the Slytherin side of the room. He leaned over the desk, reading the parchment aloud.
"This room complies to the next generation of Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. He has bridged the gap of Malfoys and did something very unpredictable-fell in love with a mudblood. It seems the prediction has finally come true. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor would be coupled by the Lord of the Darkness Voldemort, one of them already in love with the other. As the Gryffindor slowly falls in love with the Slytherin, he only falls more in love with her. Thus, this room complies with each next generation. Before it was both Slytherin. Well, done, Draco Malfoy." Draco stared down at the scroll, his eyes wide.
Hermione stared over at the pale-blonde-haired boy clad in green and silver, her chestnut eyes wide as well. Her pale fingers stopped tracing the lion, her hair falling into her eyes, though she could still see Draco's figure perfectly. His green sweater clashed with his side of the room, his silver cargos as well. Hermione earlier remembered she'd seen a silver serpent on his sweater and her eyes went down to his shoes. *Since when does he wear Nikes?* She wondered as she admired the green Nikes that had the Nike logo in silver on them.
Draco glanced over his shoulder at Hermione and noticed her staring at him. He immedently looked back at the parchment and saw that a few words about Hermione had changed. In describing Hermione's slowly falling for him, it now had the words: now fallen. He smiled broadly, but it quickly diminished as he turned around, his gaze on Granger's chestnut eyes.
"Hermione..." He muttered, his eyes frowning at her, his lips in a straight line in concentration. He memorized every inch of her, as if he'd never see her again. She wore a crimson jacket over a golden shirt that had the Gryffindor lion on the back. He knew that because he'd seen her earlier with her jacket off in her bed. His eyes roamed down to her golden cargos and crimson Nikes. His gaze them went to her beautiful straight brown hair that ended at her tiny waist.
"Draco." Hermione whispered, her chestnut eyes scowling into his gray ones. "What that scroll said...?" Her gaze went to the desk which she could see over Draco's shoulder.
"It was right..." He answered, his voice trembling from realization. He raked a hand through his blonde hair, his eyebrows meeting, his lips still in a thin line of concentration.
"But still... What could have made those sounds?" Hermione inquired.
"Maybe your scroll has the answers." Draco said blandly. He closed his eyes hard and then opened them again, just in time to watch Hermione walk over to the desk.
"You may be wondering why this room had been guarded by the rabbit you now hold in your arms. You also may be wondering why this room emits strange sounds. If I'm correct, your Hermione Granger, are you not?" The face on the scroll asked her.
Hermione gasped, eyeing the head on the parchment and nodded. She felt a lump in her throat and swallowed.
"This room was enchanted so that it played the invisible gong if the prediction ever came true. The dog was guarding simply because Lucius Malfoy put it there." The face answered simply.
Draco walked over to the Gryffindor part of the room, and stood beside Hermione and stared down at the face. "Who are you?" He asked, his eyes scowling down at the head.
"Godric Gryffindor." The head answered, peering up at Draco. "Ah, you're Malfoy, aren't you?"
"I am... But how do you know about my Father putting that bulldog in here?"
"That," Gryffindor said. "cannot be answered by me. Now be off, but not before taking that guitar with you." The head disappeared, leaving both Draco and Hermione with questions unanswered.
"So, Malfoy, want to do what he said?" The question was barely even asked when Hermione realized Draco had the guitar and was looking at the golden guitar pick curiously.
"Let's go, Granger." Draco said, reaching out his left hand at her to come to him like she'd done two chapters ago.
"Let's, Malfoy." Hermione said, grabbing a hold of his beckoning hand, her fingers entwining with his and allowed him to lead her out of the room and into hers, while holding the bunny with her left.
When Draco and Hermione had gotten to her room, she sat down on her bed and patted the spot beside her, an indication for Draco to sit beside her. Draco sat beside her just as she wanted and looked over at her quizzically.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his bangs falling into his eyes and he pushed them away angerly, as if he cursed his ancestors. In fact, he did. He did so much he often wished he was a mudblood and he didn't have the Malfoy name bearing down upon him so he could tell Hermione how he felt.
"I don't want you to fall-" But she was interrupted by Draco's hand on her mouth.
"Too late," He said, his pale blue eyes glittering miserably, "I already have." He removed his hand and stared over at her, awaiting her reaction.
"Maybe Voldemort did have a reason for making me marry you..." Hermione whispered. "Bridging the gap... What was all that about, anyway?"
"The gap is between a mudblood; you, and a pure blood; me. It's never supposed to be crossed, it's like a line. There was also the prophecy that the first half-blood that beared the Malfoy name would be shunned by all, and sympathized by no one. The child would be a he, and would be an outsider... But what's the difference of that between a Slytherin and a half-blood? I don't think the prophecy's right, anyhow." Draco said after a moment, staring at Hermione's wall, which he'd put his guitar against.
Hermione sighed and twirled a strand of her hair between her thin fingers. "I'd always thought you had enough friends back at school." She said to him, her eyes on the same wall which he was still staring at.
"Oh please!" Draco retorted, "Do you actually think those bubble-heads Crabbe and Goyle would actually be worth talking to? They can barely even form a string of words into a sentence! They can't read, write... In fact, they're perfectly useless now, since I got stronger. Now they're just useless blubber and tissue. Also, that Parkinson's the same. Just a waste of my time... There isn't anyone I can get a decent conversation, all but you."
Hermione smiled at him. "And I thought there were rules in being a Slytherin."
Malfoy sighed and twisted his hair between his fingers in frustration. "I've already broken about seven. Talking to a mudblood without calling her that. Talking to a mudblood and actually being nice. Partnering up with her and actually not thinking thoughts of disdain about her... Falling in love with her... Kissing her... Need I go on?" He arched an eyebrow at Hermione's bemused expression.
"No, it's loud and clear." Hermione sighed deeply and leaned back down on her bed. *It's loud and clear I love you.* She thought as she felt Draco's weight come off the bed.
"Goodnight, Granger, goodnight..." He whispered as he stood up, leaning down so that his face was inches away from her lovely one and caught her lips in a quick passionate kiss and left her laying on her bed, smiling to himself. "Goodnight."
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Draco was awake at 6 in the morning and was outside his mansion laying out on the lawn, deep in thought. He was still wearing the same clothes and he didn't bother to brush his bangs away from his eyes. He almost forgot that his house was attacked a week earlier and smiled to himself.
"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Are you actually smiling?" He heared a far away voice ask him. The person whom the voice belonged to wasn't far away from him at all. In fact, she was standing right over him. Draco opened his right eye and gazed at Hermione curiously.
"Yes, in fact I am. Haven't you ever seen me smile before?" His voice was emotionless as he looked up at her.
"I don't know. Only about once, I think." Hermione sat and sat next to him, her tangled brown hair touching the ground.
"That all?" Draco drawled lazily, grabbing a strand of her hair and running his fingers through it. "I thought I smiled before in your presence."
"I hope you smile more at the wedding." Hermione said jokingly, laying down on the ground beside him.
"And I hope you're not as clumsy." Draco said, remembering all the times Hermione had tripped or either stubbed her toe.
"If I'm not clumsy, then you'll be smiling. Deal?" Hermione held out her hand for him to shake, which she did.
"Deal." He said and let go of her hand and went back to playing with her hair.
Hermione sighed deeply and looked up at the cloud-filled sky. She could feel the moist dew that had been on the grass seep through her shirt, and she could only imagine what Draco was feeling right now.
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A/n: NO CLIFFIE! YAY!! I think, anyhow. Oh hell. I forgot what thing was for Gryffindor and what it was for Slytherin. I'm panicking... Also, I now know I'm a horrid writer. Reading what I had on the last chapter, I nearly vomited. If I should continue, someone please tell me... I absolutely writer better in paper and did this whole part out like that. Tell me if you like it or not, please. I need reviews to live. Seriously. It gives me joy that someone would take time to read this and then press the review button and do what it says...
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Yes, it's an amazing four-pager... Oh God am I longing for more work from myself. ; I did this right after the sixth chapter, because I just wanted to.
A/n two: I need to tell someone, so I'll tell you how my day was on Friday.
On Friday, my crush, Donald Ables, taught me some guitar chords. It was in band practice and I'd forgotten my instrument. He took a 9th graders guitar and let me use his. He taught me E, F, and G. When you play E, he taught me, you play the bottom string freely, no frets. When you do F, you hold down the last fret as hard as you can and play the bottom string again. On G, well, I forgot. Here's our conversation exactly as it was:
"Hey, Donald?" I whispered behind him. I was sitting on the floor and had my drawing book on the floor beside me. When he didn't respond, I tried again. "Donald!" I whispered a little bit louder. This seemed to get his attention and he turned around and looked at me, a quizzitive look in his eyes.
"Donald, can you teach me some notes?" I asked again, my eyes pleading with him.
Donald bit his lip and stared down at me, a look I couldn't read in his pale-green eyes. "Pull up a stool..." He said. I did, and he showed me the chords with one of his friend's guitars.
Afterwards, he returned his friend his guitar. It was peculiar to me. When the 9th grader had left to go to the cheerleading thing that we all had, he said that Donald couldn't use his guitar. I found it peculiar because I realized that Donald was actually going to let me use his guitar and we were practically enemies. I returned the guitar to Donald, along with his pick, my finger tips brushing on his hand and felt a jolt go through me. I ignored it and watched Donald walk back to his spot with his friends.
Later that day, one of Donald's close friends used his guitar. Donald viciously tore it away from him and it kept on leading to my suspicion.
After an occurrence with one of my class members involving a certain finger raising from me, I had to go to Mrs. Norman, our school phone answered. I immedently lied and told her that the other classmate had accused me of doing it. Returning to the classroom with me behind her, she opened the door and kept it open with her foot. I then opened it all the way and I caught Donald's eye while she was ranting about something. I made my hand talk and Donald smiled, nodding at me. I snickered and immedently put back on a straight face. We didn't talk for the rest of the day, and I felt strangely empty...
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The room looked as if it didn't even belong in the Malfoy household. There were two desks to the right and the left side of the room, the right one decked in red and gold, the left in green and silver. There was a scroll on the right side sitting on the desk and the left one on it. The carpet on the right side was red, and the left was green. Between them, there was a serpent and a lion sewn into the carpet. It had to have been sewn then, because the sewing pin was still there. To the right side, there was a piano, and to the left side was an electric guitar. The piano was clearly made out of gold, clashing with the red around it. The guitar was green, though the guitar pick next to it was gold. Hermione half-guessed this was a music room of some sorts, but Draco was baffled.
"I thought this room had been destroyed..." Draco thought aloud as he walked to the Slytherin side.
"What is this room..." Hermione wondered, walking to the piano, tracing the lion engraved into the shining gold. Her eyes flickered around the room, taking in the whole Gryffindor side.
Draco glanced over at Hermione and then walked towards the desk on the Slytherin side of the room. He leaned over the desk, reading the parchment aloud.
"This room complies to the next generation of Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. He has bridged the gap of Malfoys and did something very unpredictable-fell in love with a mudblood. It seems the prediction has finally come true. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor would be coupled by the Lord of the Darkness Voldemort, one of them already in love with the other. As the Gryffindor slowly falls in love with the Slytherin, he only falls more in love with her. Thus, this room complies with each next generation. Before it was both Slytherin. Well, done, Draco Malfoy." Draco stared down at the scroll, his eyes wide.
Hermione stared over at the pale-blonde-haired boy clad in green and silver, her chestnut eyes wide as well. Her pale fingers stopped tracing the lion, her hair falling into her eyes, though she could still see Draco's figure perfectly. His green sweater clashed with his side of the room, his silver cargos as well. Hermione earlier remembered she'd seen a silver serpent on his sweater and her eyes went down to his shoes. *Since when does he wear Nikes?* She wondered as she admired the green Nikes that had the Nike logo in silver on them.
Draco glanced over his shoulder at Hermione and noticed her staring at him. He immedently looked back at the parchment and saw that a few words about Hermione had changed. In describing Hermione's slowly falling for him, it now had the words: now fallen. He smiled broadly, but it quickly diminished as he turned around, his gaze on Granger's chestnut eyes.
"Hermione..." He muttered, his eyes frowning at her, his lips in a straight line in concentration. He memorized every inch of her, as if he'd never see her again. She wore a crimson jacket over a golden shirt that had the Gryffindor lion on the back. He knew that because he'd seen her earlier with her jacket off in her bed. His eyes roamed down to her golden cargos and crimson Nikes. His gaze them went to her beautiful straight brown hair that ended at her tiny waist.
"Draco." Hermione whispered, her chestnut eyes scowling into his gray ones. "What that scroll said...?" Her gaze went to the desk which she could see over Draco's shoulder.
"It was right..." He answered, his voice trembling from realization. He raked a hand through his blonde hair, his eyebrows meeting, his lips still in a thin line of concentration.
"But still... What could have made those sounds?" Hermione inquired.
"Maybe your scroll has the answers." Draco said blandly. He closed his eyes hard and then opened them again, just in time to watch Hermione walk over to the desk.
"You may be wondering why this room had been guarded by the rabbit you now hold in your arms. You also may be wondering why this room emits strange sounds. If I'm correct, your Hermione Granger, are you not?" The face on the scroll asked her.
Hermione gasped, eyeing the head on the parchment and nodded. She felt a lump in her throat and swallowed.
"This room was enchanted so that it played the invisible gong if the prediction ever came true. The dog was guarding simply because Lucius Malfoy put it there." The face answered simply.
Draco walked over to the Gryffindor part of the room, and stood beside Hermione and stared down at the face. "Who are you?" He asked, his eyes scowling down at the head.
"Godric Gryffindor." The head answered, peering up at Draco. "Ah, you're Malfoy, aren't you?"
"I am... But how do you know about my Father putting that bulldog in here?"
"That," Gryffindor said. "cannot be answered by me. Now be off, but not before taking that guitar with you." The head disappeared, leaving both Draco and Hermione with questions unanswered.
"So, Malfoy, want to do what he said?" The question was barely even asked when Hermione realized Draco had the guitar and was looking at the golden guitar pick curiously.
"Let's go, Granger." Draco said, reaching out his left hand at her to come to him like she'd done two chapters ago.
"Let's, Malfoy." Hermione said, grabbing a hold of his beckoning hand, her fingers entwining with his and allowed him to lead her out of the room and into hers, while holding the bunny with her left.
When Draco and Hermione had gotten to her room, she sat down on her bed and patted the spot beside her, an indication for Draco to sit beside her. Draco sat beside her just as she wanted and looked over at her quizzically.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his bangs falling into his eyes and he pushed them away angerly, as if he cursed his ancestors. In fact, he did. He did so much he often wished he was a mudblood and he didn't have the Malfoy name bearing down upon him so he could tell Hermione how he felt.
"I don't want you to fall-" But she was interrupted by Draco's hand on her mouth.
"Too late," He said, his pale blue eyes glittering miserably, "I already have." He removed his hand and stared over at her, awaiting her reaction.
"Maybe Voldemort did have a reason for making me marry you..." Hermione whispered. "Bridging the gap... What was all that about, anyway?"
"The gap is between a mudblood; you, and a pure blood; me. It's never supposed to be crossed, it's like a line. There was also the prophecy that the first half-blood that beared the Malfoy name would be shunned by all, and sympathized by no one. The child would be a he, and would be an outsider... But what's the difference of that between a Slytherin and a half-blood? I don't think the prophecy's right, anyhow." Draco said after a moment, staring at Hermione's wall, which he'd put his guitar against.
Hermione sighed and twirled a strand of her hair between her thin fingers. "I'd always thought you had enough friends back at school." She said to him, her eyes on the same wall which he was still staring at.
"Oh please!" Draco retorted, "Do you actually think those bubble-heads Crabbe and Goyle would actually be worth talking to? They can barely even form a string of words into a sentence! They can't read, write... In fact, they're perfectly useless now, since I got stronger. Now they're just useless blubber and tissue. Also, that Parkinson's the same. Just a waste of my time... There isn't anyone I can get a decent conversation, all but you."
Hermione smiled at him. "And I thought there were rules in being a Slytherin."
Malfoy sighed and twisted his hair between his fingers in frustration. "I've already broken about seven. Talking to a mudblood without calling her that. Talking to a mudblood and actually being nice. Partnering up with her and actually not thinking thoughts of disdain about her... Falling in love with her... Kissing her... Need I go on?" He arched an eyebrow at Hermione's bemused expression.
"No, it's loud and clear." Hermione sighed deeply and leaned back down on her bed. *It's loud and clear I love you.* She thought as she felt Draco's weight come off the bed.
"Goodnight, Granger, goodnight..." He whispered as he stood up, leaning down so that his face was inches away from her lovely one and caught her lips in a quick passionate kiss and left her laying on her bed, smiling to himself. "Goodnight."
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Draco was awake at 6 in the morning and was outside his mansion laying out on the lawn, deep in thought. He was still wearing the same clothes and he didn't bother to brush his bangs away from his eyes. He almost forgot that his house was attacked a week earlier and smiled to himself.
"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Are you actually smiling?" He heared a far away voice ask him. The person whom the voice belonged to wasn't far away from him at all. In fact, she was standing right over him. Draco opened his right eye and gazed at Hermione curiously.
"Yes, in fact I am. Haven't you ever seen me smile before?" His voice was emotionless as he looked up at her.
"I don't know. Only about once, I think." Hermione sat and sat next to him, her tangled brown hair touching the ground.
"That all?" Draco drawled lazily, grabbing a strand of her hair and running his fingers through it. "I thought I smiled before in your presence."
"I hope you smile more at the wedding." Hermione said jokingly, laying down on the ground beside him.
"And I hope you're not as clumsy." Draco said, remembering all the times Hermione had tripped or either stubbed her toe.
"If I'm not clumsy, then you'll be smiling. Deal?" Hermione held out her hand for him to shake, which she did.
"Deal." He said and let go of her hand and went back to playing with her hair.
Hermione sighed deeply and looked up at the cloud-filled sky. She could feel the moist dew that had been on the grass seep through her shirt, and she could only imagine what Draco was feeling right now.
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A/n: NO CLIFFIE! YAY!! I think, anyhow. Oh hell. I forgot what thing was for Gryffindor and what it was for Slytherin. I'm panicking... Also, I now know I'm a horrid writer. Reading what I had on the last chapter, I nearly vomited. If I should continue, someone please tell me... I absolutely writer better in paper and did this whole part out like that. Tell me if you like it or not, please. I need reviews to live. Seriously. It gives me joy that someone would take time to read this and then press the review button and do what it says...
Disclaimer: It says dis in front of claimer, doesn't it? If you look up dis, it means not, so that means I don't own any characters in this story!
Yes, it's an amazing four-pager... Oh God am I longing for more work from myself. ; I did this right after the sixth chapter, because I just wanted to.
A/n two: I need to tell someone, so I'll tell you how my day was on Friday.
On Friday, my crush, Donald Ables, taught me some guitar chords. It was in band practice and I'd forgotten my instrument. He took a 9th graders guitar and let me use his. He taught me E, F, and G. When you play E, he taught me, you play the bottom string freely, no frets. When you do F, you hold down the last fret as hard as you can and play the bottom string again. On G, well, I forgot. Here's our conversation exactly as it was:
"Hey, Donald?" I whispered behind him. I was sitting on the floor and had my drawing book on the floor beside me. When he didn't respond, I tried again. "Donald!" I whispered a little bit louder. This seemed to get his attention and he turned around and looked at me, a quizzitive look in his eyes.
"Donald, can you teach me some notes?" I asked again, my eyes pleading with him.
Donald bit his lip and stared down at me, a look I couldn't read in his pale-green eyes. "Pull up a stool..." He said. I did, and he showed me the chords with one of his friend's guitars.
Afterwards, he returned his friend his guitar. It was peculiar to me. When the 9th grader had left to go to the cheerleading thing that we all had, he said that Donald couldn't use his guitar. I found it peculiar because I realized that Donald was actually going to let me use his guitar and we were practically enemies. I returned the guitar to Donald, along with his pick, my finger tips brushing on his hand and felt a jolt go through me. I ignored it and watched Donald walk back to his spot with his friends.
Later that day, one of Donald's close friends used his guitar. Donald viciously tore it away from him and it kept on leading to my suspicion.
After an occurrence with one of my class members involving a certain finger raising from me, I had to go to Mrs. Norman, our school phone answered. I immedently lied and told her that the other classmate had accused me of doing it. Returning to the classroom with me behind her, she opened the door and kept it open with her foot. I then opened it all the way and I caught Donald's eye while she was ranting about something. I made my hand talk and Donald smiled, nodding at me. I snickered and immedently put back on a straight face. We didn't talk for the rest of the day, and I felt strangely empty...
Someone please tell me what it means! I have to know! Or else I'll keep on wondering. If you can, please say in your review!
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