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Chapter 7—Dreams Will Rise
One week past since our couple had the truce, it was uneventful, if you count that Hermione had been writing to her penfriend. Hermione and Draco are fairly good friends, but they are really not ready to bring it to the next level, though that's what Elizabeth and Narcissa wanted. It's dusk right now, the two friend were sitting on the shore of the North Sea, since the Grentasia Manor is really north up in England. They always get up at the same time, catching Dawn when they are jogging, and they tried to catch as much dusk as they can. After the advice Ellis and Narcissa gave them, they did get to know each other a bit. Draco and Hermione did have very much in common, though they never noticed before. They both cared about school very much, they both love Hogwarts, A History, and they are both extremely intelligent, that's why Draco had been chosen to be a prefect for the past two years. Draco and Hermione are just like Harry and Ron to Hermione, they are very close friends. If you don't know who they are, you will never imagine them to be very much of rivals before.
"How beautiful, it's just like fantasy." Hermione explained, sitting on a soft white sand, looking at the setting sun, unnoticing the splash of waved patting gently along the shore.
"For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come." Draco quoted instinctively, from William Shakespeare, from the tragedy play, the Hamlet. Hermione was very shock when she heard this saying, she did like Shakespeare very much, but she never expected the saying to come from Draco Malfoy's mouth.
"Draco? I thought you never liked anything that's associated with Muggles." Hermione said, with very much of surprise in her tone. Draco hesitated for a while, then suddenly realized.
"Oh, you mean Shakespeare? I know I disliked anything has to do with Muggles, but I really liked their literature. I really enjoyed reading tragedy novels, it just seemed to fit my personality. 'For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,' it's just like sunset, falls down into the utter darkness, then rise again." Hermione was really surprised to see that Draco Malfoy being really poetic, like a boy in her dreams. Of course, she did not realize that, but somehow seemed to be closer to Draco. Draco soon added, "C'mon, let's go in, before the sun falls completely."
Chapter 7—Dreams Will Rise
One week past since our couple had the truce, it was uneventful, if you count that Hermione had been writing to her penfriend. Hermione and Draco are fairly good friends, but they are really not ready to bring it to the next level, though that's what Elizabeth and Narcissa wanted. It's dusk right now, the two friend were sitting on the shore of the North Sea, since the Grentasia Manor is really north up in England. They always get up at the same time, catching Dawn when they are jogging, and they tried to catch as much dusk as they can. After the advice Ellis and Narcissa gave them, they did get to know each other a bit. Draco and Hermione did have very much in common, though they never noticed before. They both cared about school very much, they both love Hogwarts, A History, and they are both extremely intelligent, that's why Draco had been chosen to be a prefect for the past two years. Draco and Hermione are just like Harry and Ron to Hermione, they are very close friends. If you don't know who they are, you will never imagine them to be very much of rivals before.
"How beautiful, it's just like fantasy." Hermione explained, sitting on a soft white sand, looking at the setting sun, unnoticing the splash of waved patting gently along the shore.
"For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come." Draco quoted instinctively, from William Shakespeare, from the tragedy play, the Hamlet. Hermione was very shock when she heard this saying, she did like Shakespeare very much, but she never expected the saying to come from Draco Malfoy's mouth.
"Draco? I thought you never liked anything that's associated with Muggles." Hermione said, with very much of surprise in her tone. Draco hesitated for a while, then suddenly realized.
"Oh, you mean Shakespeare? I know I disliked anything has to do with Muggles, but I really liked their literature. I really enjoyed reading tragedy novels, it just seemed to fit my personality. 'For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,' it's just like sunset, falls down into the utter darkness, then rise again." Hermione was really surprised to see that Draco Malfoy being really poetic, like a boy in her dreams. Of course, she did not realize that, but somehow seemed to be closer to Draco. Draco soon added, "C'mon, let's go in, before the sun falls completely."