Chapter nine
Thanks for the reviews... and I am enjoying writing this. Sorry the last one was so short, had to do something to get the creative juices running.
Hermione and Draco felt silly dressed alike but they knew that Rini wouldn't allow them time to change. They arrived at a painting of Dumbledore, and Rini spoke, "Sugar Bluebells" and the portrait swung open. Inside a table was set for four, and it was piled with fruit and other assortments of morning sweets. The green house was filled with flowers, of every type. Dumbledore was looking at an orange tree. He spoke as the approached, "Did you know that oranges mean generosity?" "And pears comfort and protection." Rini said, and Dumbledore turned to look at her. "It is very good to see you, Albus." "As it is to you, Dear little Serenity." She smiled slightly. "Not so little anymore, my friend. I am almost thirty." "You'll never age a day over 18, and we both know that." Hermione and Draco saw Dumbledore's eyes. Their was affection in them, but then, how could their be, he was four times Serenity's age. "Please, sit. We have much to speak of." Dumbledore pulled a chair out for Serenity, and Draco pulled on out for Hermione. They sat, and a house elf poured them apple juice. "Now, Ms. Granger, anything you wish to ask. We will answer what we can at the moment." "Why can;'t you answer all the questions I have?" Hermione spoke, softly. Draco looked at her, and nodded to them. Serenity put her hand on her younger sister's shoulder. "because you won't believe us until it happens." Hermione nodded, and Draco asked, "Why do we have the same necklace?" Dumbledore chuckled. "It is so you can feel each other's emotions, so you know when one another is in trouble." "But why?" Serenity spoke, "because that is how it must be." She cast a look at Dumbledore. He shook his head. Hermione watched them. "How do you two know each other?" Serenity blushed, and Dumbledore chuckled heartily. He answered, "Not that long ago, I enjoyed using a spell that made me look and feel younger for weeks at a time. Over the summer, I would go and see my friend Galerdeon's young apprentice, Serenity. She was just to beautiful to resist." "I was furious when I found out that he was a hundred years old. How could he deceive me such. Never trusted him completely since." "yuck." Draco said, gaining a glance from both Dumbledore and Serenity. Hermione laughed. Draco looked at her, and then laughed to. They ate in silence, but Hermione and Draco kept looking at each other, wondering what the other was thinking, feeling their charms giving the feeling of happiness. Serenity and Dumbledore noticed the two teens looking at each other, and could not help but pat themselves on the back. Their plan would work. Now to make it final, to make it perfect.
"By the way," Dumbledore said between sips of tea, "You are each other's dates to the Halloween ball. I find it will encourage interhouse relations."
"Professor, please!" Hermione stated, not noticing the dejected look on Draco's face when she said it. "There will be a lot of fighting because of it."
"The houses will be notified that this is my decision, Ms. Granger. They will also know that any misbehavior will be dealt with swiftly. We will have many of the teens from the Aleva with us, and I can not have them witnessing fights."
Draco looked away from the table. He could not understand why it hurt to have her upset with going with him. He forgot the charms and their power to the other person. His pain made Hermione glance at him, and reach other to touch his back. Her eyes looked worried.
Dumbledore stood, reaching for Serenity's hand. "We are off for a walk. Enjoy your breakfast."
When they were gone, Draco turned to Hermione. His face was red with rage. "Am I that horrible, that you would never go to the ball with me?"
"Draco, that's not what I meant, and you know it. Things just can't happen, hells, you know that! What would your house do if we were seen as a couple? And my house, the boys would tear you apart, and I don't want that."
Draco turned a way, his eyes angry. "What ever, Mudblood. Nevertheless, it's Dumbledore's orders, and you can't back out of it now. So guess what. You're stuck with me." Draco grabbed her and kissed her. Her pushed against him, but he couldn't let her go. His charm sent waves of fear through him, and then replaced them with sweet sensations. Hermione's charm gave her the longing that Draco had felt, and she knew that he was truthful. She had hurt him, and he wanted her so bad. When he broke the kiss off, she gasped.
"Why?"
Draco got up and stormed away, wondering the same exact thing.
Dumbledore and Serenity shook their heads. It didn't go as they had planned. Serenity saw the fear in her sister's eyes, and wondered what had put it there.
"Well, plan B then, Albus?"
"It's the only option."
"When I tell her what we are, she's going to have a conniption about it."
"I believe I know a certain person who raised seven levels of hell over her so called 'coming out.'"
"She'll never trust me again."
"Sere, of course she will. She will learn that you only mean the best for her. And then, she will forgive."
"I don't know, Albus, I really don't know."
Thanks for the reviews... and I am enjoying writing this. Sorry the last one was so short, had to do something to get the creative juices running.
Hermione and Draco felt silly dressed alike but they knew that Rini wouldn't allow them time to change. They arrived at a painting of Dumbledore, and Rini spoke, "Sugar Bluebells" and the portrait swung open. Inside a table was set for four, and it was piled with fruit and other assortments of morning sweets. The green house was filled with flowers, of every type. Dumbledore was looking at an orange tree. He spoke as the approached, "Did you know that oranges mean generosity?" "And pears comfort and protection." Rini said, and Dumbledore turned to look at her. "It is very good to see you, Albus." "As it is to you, Dear little Serenity." She smiled slightly. "Not so little anymore, my friend. I am almost thirty." "You'll never age a day over 18, and we both know that." Hermione and Draco saw Dumbledore's eyes. Their was affection in them, but then, how could their be, he was four times Serenity's age. "Please, sit. We have much to speak of." Dumbledore pulled a chair out for Serenity, and Draco pulled on out for Hermione. They sat, and a house elf poured them apple juice. "Now, Ms. Granger, anything you wish to ask. We will answer what we can at the moment." "Why can;'t you answer all the questions I have?" Hermione spoke, softly. Draco looked at her, and nodded to them. Serenity put her hand on her younger sister's shoulder. "because you won't believe us until it happens." Hermione nodded, and Draco asked, "Why do we have the same necklace?" Dumbledore chuckled. "It is so you can feel each other's emotions, so you know when one another is in trouble." "But why?" Serenity spoke, "because that is how it must be." She cast a look at Dumbledore. He shook his head. Hermione watched them. "How do you two know each other?" Serenity blushed, and Dumbledore chuckled heartily. He answered, "Not that long ago, I enjoyed using a spell that made me look and feel younger for weeks at a time. Over the summer, I would go and see my friend Galerdeon's young apprentice, Serenity. She was just to beautiful to resist." "I was furious when I found out that he was a hundred years old. How could he deceive me such. Never trusted him completely since." "yuck." Draco said, gaining a glance from both Dumbledore and Serenity. Hermione laughed. Draco looked at her, and then laughed to. They ate in silence, but Hermione and Draco kept looking at each other, wondering what the other was thinking, feeling their charms giving the feeling of happiness. Serenity and Dumbledore noticed the two teens looking at each other, and could not help but pat themselves on the back. Their plan would work. Now to make it final, to make it perfect.
"By the way," Dumbledore said between sips of tea, "You are each other's dates to the Halloween ball. I find it will encourage interhouse relations."
"Professor, please!" Hermione stated, not noticing the dejected look on Draco's face when she said it. "There will be a lot of fighting because of it."
"The houses will be notified that this is my decision, Ms. Granger. They will also know that any misbehavior will be dealt with swiftly. We will have many of the teens from the Aleva with us, and I can not have them witnessing fights."
Draco looked away from the table. He could not understand why it hurt to have her upset with going with him. He forgot the charms and their power to the other person. His pain made Hermione glance at him, and reach other to touch his back. Her eyes looked worried.
Dumbledore stood, reaching for Serenity's hand. "We are off for a walk. Enjoy your breakfast."
When they were gone, Draco turned to Hermione. His face was red with rage. "Am I that horrible, that you would never go to the ball with me?"
"Draco, that's not what I meant, and you know it. Things just can't happen, hells, you know that! What would your house do if we were seen as a couple? And my house, the boys would tear you apart, and I don't want that."
Draco turned a way, his eyes angry. "What ever, Mudblood. Nevertheless, it's Dumbledore's orders, and you can't back out of it now. So guess what. You're stuck with me." Draco grabbed her and kissed her. Her pushed against him, but he couldn't let her go. His charm sent waves of fear through him, and then replaced them with sweet sensations. Hermione's charm gave her the longing that Draco had felt, and she knew that he was truthful. She had hurt him, and he wanted her so bad. When he broke the kiss off, she gasped.
"Why?"
Draco got up and stormed away, wondering the same exact thing.
Dumbledore and Serenity shook their heads. It didn't go as they had planned. Serenity saw the fear in her sister's eyes, and wondered what had put it there.
"Well, plan B then, Albus?"
"It's the only option."
"When I tell her what we are, she's going to have a conniption about it."
"I believe I know a certain person who raised seven levels of hell over her so called 'coming out.'"
"She'll never trust me again."
"Sere, of course she will. She will learn that you only mean the best for her. And then, she will forgive."
"I don't know, Albus, I really don't know."