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What's Up?
An hour had almost past and Hermione still pet Draco's blond head, which was in her lap. His tears had long since ceased, and now he just lay there resting. When he finally felt ready, he picked his head up slowly and looked into Hermione's eyes.
"I..... I'm not quite sure what to say," the girl began.
"You don't have to say anything," Draco whispered in the quiet room as he stood up and began to walk away from Hermione, "I wasn't expecting you to feel the same or understand even, I just....."
"Draco, no," Hermione had stood and taken a few steps toward the tall blond boy but stopped as he turned around. As she continued, Draco noticed that it looked like there were tears in her eyes.
"Draco, your right." She turned around so that she wasn't looking at him, "There are things about to happen, things greater than us, greater than everything. The battle will come and we will fight, you on one side, and I on the other. It would be foolish and naïve to think that we could be together in a time like this, and it tears me apart inside, because as much as I tell myself you are my enemy, my heart insists otherwise."
Draco by now had walked up behind her and put his arms around her slender waist, and kissed her cheek, which was salty from the silent tears that she cried. She turned around in his arms so that now her face was a mere inches from him.
"Draco, I..... I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what?" He asked holding her closer, feeling that at that moment, nothing mattered except the two of them.
Looking down at the ground, she spoke, "When this school year ends, it won't be safe for us to speak ever again. I'm afraid of not being able to let you go."
"Hermione," at her name, the girl looked up into his eyes, "Let's not worry about that tonight. Let's worry about that when the time comes. Tonight, let's just be together."
Not being able to find the words to express what she felt, Hermione simply allowed herself to be pulled into Draco's chest closing her arms tighter around him as his arms did the same and his head came to rest on top of her own.
Draco was quite comfortable and ended up thinking out loud, "After the war, what about after?"
Hermione shook her hear. "We still couldn't if my side wins, you will be in Azkaban; if you win, then I will be murdered. There is no future for us."
"Then we really should stop hugging and carrying on like this shouldn't we?"
"Yes we should," agreed the brunette.
Neither teen moved.
"Tomorrow then," Draco suggested, "We will stop carrying on like this tomorrow."
"Mmm....." Hermione said nodding into Draco's chest.
"Or maybe the next day," Draco mumbled as he pulled the girl in tighter to him. Words could not explain the way he felt right then. It was as if everything in the world that had been so jumbled only moments before had suddenly fallen back into place.
Silently Draco promised himself that he would never stop carrying on the way that they were, that there would be a tomorrow and the next day no matter how dangerous, no matter how naive.
Hermione shifted in his arms, "You know we can't do this right?"
Draco tried to think why it was that they couldn't do this and found that his memory was a bit fuzzy as a result of Hermione's intoxicating presence. He started to say yes, but found the word that escaped was a no.
Hermione sighed and pulled away slightly.
Draco hurriedly tried to make sense of his disjointed thoughts. "Look Hermione," he took a breath before continuing. "Hermione, I know that I might have grown up in a family that has a skewed sense of right and wrong, but deep down all along I knew what felt right and what didn't. I knew that hardly anything my father wanted me to do felt right. But this, Hermione, this feels right. And I can't let it go that easily."
"Draco don't be silly. You don't even know what we are. I mean are you willing to risk your life for a fling?"
"I am willing to risk my life for what I feel in my heart."
Hermione didn't speak for a moment, trying to decide what to do. "Draco, you're being illogical."
"And you're being too logical! Hermione look me in the eyes." When she had complied he continued. "You asked me if I would risk my life on something that I couldn't even define. Well are you willing to risk your happiness because you were afraid to take a chance."
"Draco, it isn't the smart thing to do."
"And last time I checked, you were a Gryffindor not a Ravenclaw."
Hermione seemed to consider this for a moment. "Draco we could die tomorrow."
"Then at least let us die happy."
Hermione enfolded herself once again in Draco's arms, burying her head in his chest. "When did this all happen?" she asked quietly.
"I don't know Hermione, I don't know."
When they finally pulled apart to go to bed, Hermione caught Draco's arm. "No, stay with me tonight, please." She looked down at the floor shyly and waited to see what Draco would do.
She looked up when she felt Draco's soft lips caress her forehead. A faint smile crossed her lips as she reached for his hand. They climbed slowly and awkwardly into the bed pulling the covers up and finally settling with Hermione's head on Draco's right shoulder and his arm around her back.
As they lay there, Hermione stroked Draco's other arm absent-mindedly, that is until she remembered what Draco had said earlier.
Draco had been watching her and held his breath as he knew what the girl was sure to do next. She pushed his left sleeve up slowly and revealed:
Nothing! There was not a single line marring the soft whit flesh. Hermione looked up into his eyes slightly confused.
"I thought...... you said....."
"No, not yet," he informed her, "as soon as this last school year is over, then I will receive my mark. It is the Dark Lord's orders and my father's will."
There was something in his tone that made Hermione wonder.
"But is it yours?"
Hermione closed her mouth abruptly as she realized that she had hit a sore spot for Draco's eyes had become suddenly transfixed on the wall, his attitude alone answering her question. As Hermione closed her eyes that night the thought running through her brain was that perhaps it was not yet too late.
Hermione woke the next morning feeling relaxed and satisfied. Upon opening her eyes, she realized that Draco was still there holding her. Smiling to herself she got up to go to the bathroom, however, as soon as she swung her legs over the side of the bed she gave a great scream.
"What? Wha....." Draco shot up in bed and looked around assessing their dilemma. "Hermione," he began, "Remember how I was telling you about that Magical Teething?"
Hermione nodded curtly.
"Well, this is the sort of stuff that happens; it's natural."
"Natural! You call waking up in a bed that is practically touching the ceiling natural!"
Next chappie we explore the magical teething more. yes It will be fun.
For those of you that read my other stories, I am going to be updating "Behind Closed Doors" as soon as my Beta returns.
I also am starting a new story- I find it easiest to write when I can flip back and forward between a couple of stories, less writer's block that way. This story will be a Horror and called "December Nights" I am posting it when I post this chapter.
This chapter was short, but the next chapter is too long to tack on to this one. I am going to write the next chapter of this next, so expect another update before next Friday.
Thank you for reading and reviewing!
Atiannala
What's Up?
An hour had almost past and Hermione still pet Draco's blond head, which was in her lap. His tears had long since ceased, and now he just lay there resting. When he finally felt ready, he picked his head up slowly and looked into Hermione's eyes.
"I..... I'm not quite sure what to say," the girl began.
"You don't have to say anything," Draco whispered in the quiet room as he stood up and began to walk away from Hermione, "I wasn't expecting you to feel the same or understand even, I just....."
"Draco, no," Hermione had stood and taken a few steps toward the tall blond boy but stopped as he turned around. As she continued, Draco noticed that it looked like there were tears in her eyes.
"Draco, your right." She turned around so that she wasn't looking at him, "There are things about to happen, things greater than us, greater than everything. The battle will come and we will fight, you on one side, and I on the other. It would be foolish and naïve to think that we could be together in a time like this, and it tears me apart inside, because as much as I tell myself you are my enemy, my heart insists otherwise."
Draco by now had walked up behind her and put his arms around her slender waist, and kissed her cheek, which was salty from the silent tears that she cried. She turned around in his arms so that now her face was a mere inches from him.
"Draco, I..... I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what?" He asked holding her closer, feeling that at that moment, nothing mattered except the two of them.
Looking down at the ground, she spoke, "When this school year ends, it won't be safe for us to speak ever again. I'm afraid of not being able to let you go."
"Hermione," at her name, the girl looked up into his eyes, "Let's not worry about that tonight. Let's worry about that when the time comes. Tonight, let's just be together."
Not being able to find the words to express what she felt, Hermione simply allowed herself to be pulled into Draco's chest closing her arms tighter around him as his arms did the same and his head came to rest on top of her own.
Draco was quite comfortable and ended up thinking out loud, "After the war, what about after?"
Hermione shook her hear. "We still couldn't if my side wins, you will be in Azkaban; if you win, then I will be murdered. There is no future for us."
"Then we really should stop hugging and carrying on like this shouldn't we?"
"Yes we should," agreed the brunette.
Neither teen moved.
"Tomorrow then," Draco suggested, "We will stop carrying on like this tomorrow."
"Mmm....." Hermione said nodding into Draco's chest.
"Or maybe the next day," Draco mumbled as he pulled the girl in tighter to him. Words could not explain the way he felt right then. It was as if everything in the world that had been so jumbled only moments before had suddenly fallen back into place.
Silently Draco promised himself that he would never stop carrying on the way that they were, that there would be a tomorrow and the next day no matter how dangerous, no matter how naive.
Hermione shifted in his arms, "You know we can't do this right?"
Draco tried to think why it was that they couldn't do this and found that his memory was a bit fuzzy as a result of Hermione's intoxicating presence. He started to say yes, but found the word that escaped was a no.
Hermione sighed and pulled away slightly.
Draco hurriedly tried to make sense of his disjointed thoughts. "Look Hermione," he took a breath before continuing. "Hermione, I know that I might have grown up in a family that has a skewed sense of right and wrong, but deep down all along I knew what felt right and what didn't. I knew that hardly anything my father wanted me to do felt right. But this, Hermione, this feels right. And I can't let it go that easily."
"Draco don't be silly. You don't even know what we are. I mean are you willing to risk your life for a fling?"
"I am willing to risk my life for what I feel in my heart."
Hermione didn't speak for a moment, trying to decide what to do. "Draco, you're being illogical."
"And you're being too logical! Hermione look me in the eyes." When she had complied he continued. "You asked me if I would risk my life on something that I couldn't even define. Well are you willing to risk your happiness because you were afraid to take a chance."
"Draco, it isn't the smart thing to do."
"And last time I checked, you were a Gryffindor not a Ravenclaw."
Hermione seemed to consider this for a moment. "Draco we could die tomorrow."
"Then at least let us die happy."
Hermione enfolded herself once again in Draco's arms, burying her head in his chest. "When did this all happen?" she asked quietly.
"I don't know Hermione, I don't know."
When they finally pulled apart to go to bed, Hermione caught Draco's arm. "No, stay with me tonight, please." She looked down at the floor shyly and waited to see what Draco would do.
She looked up when she felt Draco's soft lips caress her forehead. A faint smile crossed her lips as she reached for his hand. They climbed slowly and awkwardly into the bed pulling the covers up and finally settling with Hermione's head on Draco's right shoulder and his arm around her back.
As they lay there, Hermione stroked Draco's other arm absent-mindedly, that is until she remembered what Draco had said earlier.
Draco had been watching her and held his breath as he knew what the girl was sure to do next. She pushed his left sleeve up slowly and revealed:
Nothing! There was not a single line marring the soft whit flesh. Hermione looked up into his eyes slightly confused.
"I thought...... you said....."
"No, not yet," he informed her, "as soon as this last school year is over, then I will receive my mark. It is the Dark Lord's orders and my father's will."
There was something in his tone that made Hermione wonder.
"But is it yours?"
Hermione closed her mouth abruptly as she realized that she had hit a sore spot for Draco's eyes had become suddenly transfixed on the wall, his attitude alone answering her question. As Hermione closed her eyes that night the thought running through her brain was that perhaps it was not yet too late.
Hermione woke the next morning feeling relaxed and satisfied. Upon opening her eyes, she realized that Draco was still there holding her. Smiling to herself she got up to go to the bathroom, however, as soon as she swung her legs over the side of the bed she gave a great scream.
"What? Wha....." Draco shot up in bed and looked around assessing their dilemma. "Hermione," he began, "Remember how I was telling you about that Magical Teething?"
Hermione nodded curtly.
"Well, this is the sort of stuff that happens; it's natural."
"Natural! You call waking up in a bed that is practically touching the ceiling natural!"
Next chappie we explore the magical teething more. yes It will be fun.
For those of you that read my other stories, I am going to be updating "Behind Closed Doors" as soon as my Beta returns.
I also am starting a new story- I find it easiest to write when I can flip back and forward between a couple of stories, less writer's block that way. This story will be a Horror and called "December Nights" I am posting it when I post this chapter.
This chapter was short, but the next chapter is too long to tack on to this one. I am going to write the next chapter of this next, so expect another update before next Friday.
Thank you for reading and reviewing!
Atiannala