I Love To See You Cry
~hotsleekeyz~
Chapter 11
Progeny
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Snow had just started falling that time of the year. . . Pretty late than usual. The sun was still visible through the clouds that hovered the sky.
It was 8:30 pm. Students were getting ready to go to Hogsmeade.
Professor Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were conversing inside the hospital wing for minutes already when Dumbledore decided to wake Hermione and Draco up.
"Children, time to get up! Carriages headed for Hogsmeade will depart in an hour and I suppose you two still needs to get freshened up"
Draco slowly opened his eyes and saw four blurry images at the foot of their bed. He closed his eyes again and put a hand over them to see the forms better. His left elbow supported his weight up to a sitting position. When Draco removed his hand, he saw the four images clearly. He shook his head like a wet dog and strands of his flaxen hair fell to his pale face.
Hermione on the other hand, assumed a side lying position and tucked herself in without opening her eyes. Draco jumped off the bed and stood beside hers.
"Hey, time to get up. Your friends are here. Excuse me Professor, Potter, Weasleys, I have to go", said Draco who pulled Hermione's robe from her back.
"Right off Mr. Malfoy. . . and you. . . Ms. Granger? Haven't slept that much, have you?"
Still in her curled position, Hermione responded, "Yes, Professor. I feel like I've just closed my eyes. I guess I have to get up now. . . . *yawns* "
Hermione sat up and saw her friends beside Dumbledore.
"Hey Mione, you alright?" Ron asked.
"We've heard about last night. We were terribly worried", Ginny said as she walked to her friend.
"I guess I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about. Just a little headache. . . Anyone for Hogsmeade?" Hermione queried as Harry and Ron assisted her out of the bed.
"Well then, I leave you all here. Harry, I reckon you've settled your differences with---" Dumbledore wasn't able to finish his sentence, still not sure if he was to mention Draco's name in front of Ron and Ginny.
"I believe so Professor. If we still argue later on, please don't blame us. We're used to being like that anyway"
Dumbledore smiled and so did Harry. Dumbledore Apparated to his office before the four had exited the room.
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The four were in Hogsmeade in no time. Not one of them caught sight of Draco around. He must have been catching more sleep in his dormitory.
Hermione and Ginny led the way with Harry and Ron tailing. They chilled badly in their thick coats as the cold winter air brushed against their skin. They went to virtually all the stores in Hogsmeade, with quite much weight taken off from their purses.
Last place to go: Three Broomsticks.
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Ron opened the door and went straight to the counter. Madam Rosmerta gave them a quick, warm smile and gestured for them to sit.
"You three sit down and I'll have our butterbeer. My treat!" Hermione gleefully claimed.
Ron remained standing beside Hermione. "So, gone through a lot last night?"
"Yeah. It's like a dream, really. I'm glad Harry was around. . . and Draco as well"
Ron seemed disgusted at Draco's name. //Wait a minute. Did I hear that right? Draco?. . . Malfoy?//
"Mione, you called the slimy git -=Draco=-. That's odd. We don't call him by his first name remember? You must have bumped your head pretty hard last night"
"No Ron! Just sit down, and I'll explain"
They all drank butterbeer that warmed every corner of their insides. Hermione explained everything that concerned Draco with Ron's disgusted face plastered on throughout.
As she got to the part explaining about the prophecy, Ron's expression changed. He didn't realize it until that time that Hermione was going through a lot.
"I guess we better go back to Hogwarts now. The snow's falling terribly and we still need to study for the examinations", Ginny said as everyone finished their butterbeer and headed to the door.
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Draco was alone in his room, staring at the portrait at the foot of his bed. He was not expecting everything to come like that in rampage. All he wanted to meet that year was the identity of the lady on the portrait, meeting his wife, and settling for a job in the Ministry after the final terms. Little did he know that he was going to meet those--- and a whole lot more.
The lady on the portrait smiled faintly at him, turning her head every so often. Draco walked up in front of the portrait, looking at the lady's sorrowful face. He spoke, "I'm sorry. I don't want things to happen at its own phase as stated in the prophecy"
//Now you're nutters. You're talking to a portrait. . . Right. . .//
The lady on the portrait replied with a painful smile on her face. "Draco, it's not your fault"
"How couldn't it be? Everyone's going to die. I'm going to kill them!"
"You lack willpower, Draco. Of course there is the prophecy and the curse. But you can alter it. If everything is in your hands, then so is this. Change the stars, Draco. . ."
"How? The prophecy's set and there's no changing it. . . all we've got to do is go with the flow"
"Not quite. Draco, you're smart. . .and wise. You'll know what right thing to do when the time comes. And no one is going to help you to find the answers to your questions. You have to figure them out yourself"
"But--- "
A knock came off to his room and Crabbe and Goyle insensitively entered.
"Who gave you the permission to break in here without my consent?", Draco asked furiously.
"Someone wants you to have this. . . " Goyle took out his hand and handed a piece of parchment with a preserved rose tied to it. Draco didn't need them to tell from whom it was from. The neat handwriting was obvious of its owner.
"Now you can go. I want to be alone", Draco spat, being his old cocky self again.
Crabbe and Goyle didn't stop laughing. They didn't expect Draco to receive a letter from Hermione. As they finished staring at the pale-skinned lad, they went out of the room, punching each other jokingly. Words like 'He's gone nuts' and 'His Father. . . ' were heard from them but Draco didn't mind. He just wanted to read the letter at once.
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Draco
How are you? I haven't seen you around all day. Well, I figured you lacked sleep from last night and reckoned you rested a bit more. We've gone to Hogsmeade today and I brought something for you. Ron asked for who it was, since I had it gift wrapped in black and a green ribbon with silver lining to match it. Hope you like it. It's not much though. Anyway, do you reckon we could meet at the Astronomy Tower at 11pm? Kindly send your reply to my room. I'll be reviewing for the exams until that time.
Hermione
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Draco let out his famous smirk. It was nice to receive a greeting from Hermione.
//Maybe she cared//, he thought to himself as he put the flower near to his nose.
He smelled it once, twice, figuring it didn't smell like a rose.
//I know this scent. . .yeah. . .it's Hermione's//
After smelling the rose, Draco laid it on top of his velvet black diary, remembering he had not written a journal entry for today.
//I can do that later//, reminding his self to do so before he sleeps.
Draco opened his drawer and found a piece of parchment and his quill and inkbottle. Draco took them to his desk and sat on the chair. He started writing.
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Hermione
I have received your letter from Crabbe and Goyle. I reckon you shouldn't have asked them to hand it to me. They were laughing as they went out of my room. I was here in my room all day and I've started to review as well. I don't want to be caught up cramming late in the night. You didn't have to bother buying me a gift, really. Thanks anyway. I guess I could spare some of my time tonight to meet you at the tower. See you at 11.
Draco
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Draco thought that would be enough. He whistled out of the window and a few moments later, his gray-black owl with silver streaks on its feathers came and positioned itself to receive the letter.
"Not quite yet", Draco said as he remembered he had not sealed the letter yet.
Draco walked to another drawer and took a charm bracelet. The bracelet was pretty. He tied it around the rolled parchment and attached it to the owl. He whispered the name of the recipient of the letter and the owl flew off.
He glanced at his watch to check out the time---it was time for dinner.
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Students of different houses started to fill the Great Hall for dinner. Draco made his way through the aisle with buzzing sounds from most male students and giggling from girls. He put up his old cocky self and winked at one of the Ravenclaw second year students who walked past them. Draco made do with a discreet chuckle when he heard the group of girls giggling.
"Hey Draco baby! Missed me? I can tell you miss making out with me, don't you?"
It was Pansy Parkinson, the school whore. She sat at Draco's other side and kissed him endlessly on his cheek and neck.
"NO", Draco justified himself with his elbow pushing Pansy away from him.
"Awwwww. Little Dracky lost his touch. . . You know, you can tell me if you need a night's shag, you know? You haven't been talking to me lately", Pansy 'hmphed', acting as if she was a child not given a lollipop.
"Parkinson, I got the better of you and to tell you honestly, I don't need you anymore. I think I managed to perfect my moves with someone else. . .and oh! Did you know you're a terrible kisser?"
Crabbe and Goyle laughed boisterously while Pansy got red as her lipstick.
Half past the hour for dinner, and Draco hadn't caught sight of Hermione. It was Harry, Ron, and Ginny at their side of the table when the woman he was looking for entered the hall.
Hermione was striding to her seat hastened and sat immediately to dine. She looked at Draco in between Ron and Harry's towering heads.
Draco smiled back and Pansy saw him do so but shrugged it off.
Draco made his way out when footsteps of someone running was heard from behind him. A thud and a crinkling sound reached his ears as he was pushed forward. Someone slammed at his back and seemed to have dropped something. He looked to see who it was.
It was Hermione picking up the charm bracelet. "Draco, I'm sorry. In a hurry, you know"
Draco touched her arm and looked into her eyes. "It's okay. Watch your step next time. Need a help there?" He pointed at the bracelet and Hermione hesitantly nodded. He took the bracelet and put it around her wrist and smiled.
"Thanks", she said and ran off again the hallway.
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It was nearly 11pm and Draco made his way silently up the stairs. As he arrived at the spot, he saw Hermione quietly gazing at the snow falling down to the ground.
"Hermione, I'm here", Draco said in a gentle voice.
"Hi Draco! Come over here!"
Draco walked up to her seeing the gift by her hand.
"Here you go!" Hermione smiled.
Draco held his hand out to receive it. He opened it and saw an elegant looking quill. It's tip made of gold and the feather from a peacock.
The quill was rather expensive.
"Thanks. I shall keep it"
Hermione was about to speak when a figure flying in the dark became visible from afar. It came nearer and Draco recognized it.
It was Lucius' owl.
The owl hooted when it landed on Draco's hand. He took the parchment tied to the owl and opened it. Hermione paced while he read. Suddenly, she asked, "Your Father's?"
Draco eyed her from a distance and replied. "Yes. He's telling me I'm going to take Death Eater's ceremony during vacation. Hermione, I'm going to be a Death Eater. . ."
Draco's eyes lowered and his emotions shifted from a high to low.
"No, you're not going to be a Death Eater", Hermione stated with conviction.
"There's no changing the fact that I will be a Death Eater. It had long been planned Hermione"
"Fine, but I'm coming with you"
Draco gave Hermione a questioning look.
"What?"
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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Edited 11th chapter just for you!
REVIEW! Thanks! (muah!muah!muah!)
Chapter 11
Progeny
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Snow had just started falling that time of the year. . . Pretty late than usual. The sun was still visible through the clouds that hovered the sky.
It was 8:30 pm. Students were getting ready to go to Hogsmeade.
Professor Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, and Ginny were conversing inside the hospital wing for minutes already when Dumbledore decided to wake Hermione and Draco up.
"Children, time to get up! Carriages headed for Hogsmeade will depart in an hour and I suppose you two still needs to get freshened up"
Draco slowly opened his eyes and saw four blurry images at the foot of their bed. He closed his eyes again and put a hand over them to see the forms better. His left elbow supported his weight up to a sitting position. When Draco removed his hand, he saw the four images clearly. He shook his head like a wet dog and strands of his flaxen hair fell to his pale face.
Hermione on the other hand, assumed a side lying position and tucked herself in without opening her eyes. Draco jumped off the bed and stood beside hers.
"Hey, time to get up. Your friends are here. Excuse me Professor, Potter, Weasleys, I have to go", said Draco who pulled Hermione's robe from her back.
"Right off Mr. Malfoy. . . and you. . . Ms. Granger? Haven't slept that much, have you?"
Still in her curled position, Hermione responded, "Yes, Professor. I feel like I've just closed my eyes. I guess I have to get up now. . . . *yawns* "
Hermione sat up and saw her friends beside Dumbledore.
"Hey Mione, you alright?" Ron asked.
"We've heard about last night. We were terribly worried", Ginny said as she walked to her friend.
"I guess I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about. Just a little headache. . . Anyone for Hogsmeade?" Hermione queried as Harry and Ron assisted her out of the bed.
"Well then, I leave you all here. Harry, I reckon you've settled your differences with---" Dumbledore wasn't able to finish his sentence, still not sure if he was to mention Draco's name in front of Ron and Ginny.
"I believe so Professor. If we still argue later on, please don't blame us. We're used to being like that anyway"
Dumbledore smiled and so did Harry. Dumbledore Apparated to his office before the four had exited the room.
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The four were in Hogsmeade in no time. Not one of them caught sight of Draco around. He must have been catching more sleep in his dormitory.
Hermione and Ginny led the way with Harry and Ron tailing. They chilled badly in their thick coats as the cold winter air brushed against their skin. They went to virtually all the stores in Hogsmeade, with quite much weight taken off from their purses.
Last place to go: Three Broomsticks.
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Ron opened the door and went straight to the counter. Madam Rosmerta gave them a quick, warm smile and gestured for them to sit.
"You three sit down and I'll have our butterbeer. My treat!" Hermione gleefully claimed.
Ron remained standing beside Hermione. "So, gone through a lot last night?"
"Yeah. It's like a dream, really. I'm glad Harry was around. . . and Draco as well"
Ron seemed disgusted at Draco's name. //Wait a minute. Did I hear that right? Draco?. . . Malfoy?//
"Mione, you called the slimy git -=Draco=-. That's odd. We don't call him by his first name remember? You must have bumped your head pretty hard last night"
"No Ron! Just sit down, and I'll explain"
They all drank butterbeer that warmed every corner of their insides. Hermione explained everything that concerned Draco with Ron's disgusted face plastered on throughout.
As she got to the part explaining about the prophecy, Ron's expression changed. He didn't realize it until that time that Hermione was going through a lot.
"I guess we better go back to Hogwarts now. The snow's falling terribly and we still need to study for the examinations", Ginny said as everyone finished their butterbeer and headed to the door.
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Draco was alone in his room, staring at the portrait at the foot of his bed. He was not expecting everything to come like that in rampage. All he wanted to meet that year was the identity of the lady on the portrait, meeting his wife, and settling for a job in the Ministry after the final terms. Little did he know that he was going to meet those--- and a whole lot more.
The lady on the portrait smiled faintly at him, turning her head every so often. Draco walked up in front of the portrait, looking at the lady's sorrowful face. He spoke, "I'm sorry. I don't want things to happen at its own phase as stated in the prophecy"
//Now you're nutters. You're talking to a portrait. . . Right. . .//
The lady on the portrait replied with a painful smile on her face. "Draco, it's not your fault"
"How couldn't it be? Everyone's going to die. I'm going to kill them!"
"You lack willpower, Draco. Of course there is the prophecy and the curse. But you can alter it. If everything is in your hands, then so is this. Change the stars, Draco. . ."
"How? The prophecy's set and there's no changing it. . . all we've got to do is go with the flow"
"Not quite. Draco, you're smart. . .and wise. You'll know what right thing to do when the time comes. And no one is going to help you to find the answers to your questions. You have to figure them out yourself"
"But--- "
A knock came off to his room and Crabbe and Goyle insensitively entered.
"Who gave you the permission to break in here without my consent?", Draco asked furiously.
"Someone wants you to have this. . . " Goyle took out his hand and handed a piece of parchment with a preserved rose tied to it. Draco didn't need them to tell from whom it was from. The neat handwriting was obvious of its owner.
"Now you can go. I want to be alone", Draco spat, being his old cocky self again.
Crabbe and Goyle didn't stop laughing. They didn't expect Draco to receive a letter from Hermione. As they finished staring at the pale-skinned lad, they went out of the room, punching each other jokingly. Words like 'He's gone nuts' and 'His Father. . . ' were heard from them but Draco didn't mind. He just wanted to read the letter at once.
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Draco
How are you? I haven't seen you around all day. Well, I figured you lacked sleep from last night and reckoned you rested a bit more. We've gone to Hogsmeade today and I brought something for you. Ron asked for who it was, since I had it gift wrapped in black and a green ribbon with silver lining to match it. Hope you like it. It's not much though. Anyway, do you reckon we could meet at the Astronomy Tower at 11pm? Kindly send your reply to my room. I'll be reviewing for the exams until that time.
Hermione
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Draco let out his famous smirk. It was nice to receive a greeting from Hermione.
//Maybe she cared//, he thought to himself as he put the flower near to his nose.
He smelled it once, twice, figuring it didn't smell like a rose.
//I know this scent. . .yeah. . .it's Hermione's//
After smelling the rose, Draco laid it on top of his velvet black diary, remembering he had not written a journal entry for today.
//I can do that later//, reminding his self to do so before he sleeps.
Draco opened his drawer and found a piece of parchment and his quill and inkbottle. Draco took them to his desk and sat on the chair. He started writing.
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Hermione
I have received your letter from Crabbe and Goyle. I reckon you shouldn't have asked them to hand it to me. They were laughing as they went out of my room. I was here in my room all day and I've started to review as well. I don't want to be caught up cramming late in the night. You didn't have to bother buying me a gift, really. Thanks anyway. I guess I could spare some of my time tonight to meet you at the tower. See you at 11.
Draco
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Draco thought that would be enough. He whistled out of the window and a few moments later, his gray-black owl with silver streaks on its feathers came and positioned itself to receive the letter.
"Not quite yet", Draco said as he remembered he had not sealed the letter yet.
Draco walked to another drawer and took a charm bracelet. The bracelet was pretty. He tied it around the rolled parchment and attached it to the owl. He whispered the name of the recipient of the letter and the owl flew off.
He glanced at his watch to check out the time---it was time for dinner.
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Students of different houses started to fill the Great Hall for dinner. Draco made his way through the aisle with buzzing sounds from most male students and giggling from girls. He put up his old cocky self and winked at one of the Ravenclaw second year students who walked past them. Draco made do with a discreet chuckle when he heard the group of girls giggling.
"Hey Draco baby! Missed me? I can tell you miss making out with me, don't you?"
It was Pansy Parkinson, the school whore. She sat at Draco's other side and kissed him endlessly on his cheek and neck.
"NO", Draco justified himself with his elbow pushing Pansy away from him.
"Awwwww. Little Dracky lost his touch. . . You know, you can tell me if you need a night's shag, you know? You haven't been talking to me lately", Pansy 'hmphed', acting as if she was a child not given a lollipop.
"Parkinson, I got the better of you and to tell you honestly, I don't need you anymore. I think I managed to perfect my moves with someone else. . .and oh! Did you know you're a terrible kisser?"
Crabbe and Goyle laughed boisterously while Pansy got red as her lipstick.
Half past the hour for dinner, and Draco hadn't caught sight of Hermione. It was Harry, Ron, and Ginny at their side of the table when the woman he was looking for entered the hall.
Hermione was striding to her seat hastened and sat immediately to dine. She looked at Draco in between Ron and Harry's towering heads.
Draco smiled back and Pansy saw him do so but shrugged it off.
Draco made his way out when footsteps of someone running was heard from behind him. A thud and a crinkling sound reached his ears as he was pushed forward. Someone slammed at his back and seemed to have dropped something. He looked to see who it was.
It was Hermione picking up the charm bracelet. "Draco, I'm sorry. In a hurry, you know"
Draco touched her arm and looked into her eyes. "It's okay. Watch your step next time. Need a help there?" He pointed at the bracelet and Hermione hesitantly nodded. He took the bracelet and put it around her wrist and smiled.
"Thanks", she said and ran off again the hallway.
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It was nearly 11pm and Draco made his way silently up the stairs. As he arrived at the spot, he saw Hermione quietly gazing at the snow falling down to the ground.
"Hermione, I'm here", Draco said in a gentle voice.
"Hi Draco! Come over here!"
Draco walked up to her seeing the gift by her hand.
"Here you go!" Hermione smiled.
Draco held his hand out to receive it. He opened it and saw an elegant looking quill. It's tip made of gold and the feather from a peacock.
The quill was rather expensive.
"Thanks. I shall keep it"
Hermione was about to speak when a figure flying in the dark became visible from afar. It came nearer and Draco recognized it.
It was Lucius' owl.
The owl hooted when it landed on Draco's hand. He took the parchment tied to the owl and opened it. Hermione paced while he read. Suddenly, she asked, "Your Father's?"
Draco eyed her from a distance and replied. "Yes. He's telling me I'm going to take Death Eater's ceremony during vacation. Hermione, I'm going to be a Death Eater. . ."
Draco's eyes lowered and his emotions shifted from a high to low.
"No, you're not going to be a Death Eater", Hermione stated with conviction.
"There's no changing the fact that I will be a Death Eater. It had long been planned Hermione"
"Fine, but I'm coming with you"
Draco gave Hermione a questioning look.
"What?"
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~
Edited 11th chapter just for you!
REVIEW! Thanks! (muah!muah!muah!)