~*The Passion of a Dragon*~
By: xKatx
Author's Notes: Wow! You guys really like my story, huh? So many people have reviewed that I can't shoutout to all of them anymore! But you know who you are, and I love you all so much! Here's chapter 9 for ya!
Disclaimer: I don't own HP stuff—I'd be in the mountains right now if I did—I own everything you don't recognize.
Characters You Will Meet In This Chapter:
*no new characters*
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"Who was that?" Malfoy asked after he and Hermione had left the library.
She looked up at him as they walked side by side, "I already told you, his name is Xander."
"But who is he? I've never seen him before."
"He's a new student-why are you so uptight about it?"
He didn't answer, and she decided to poke fun at him a little.
"Aww, big bad Pureblooded Malfoy is jealous!" She grinned at him, and he raised an eyebrow.
"And what would I be jealous of?" He questioned, "Who you converse with, dear Mudblood, is of no concern to me."
She watched him carefully, but he didn't show any expression that would contradict his words.
"What did you want, by the way?" She asked as they climbed the stairs to their common room.
"You'll see soon enough."
She was a little apprehensive, but didn't not voice it. She was prepared to handle whatever he was going to throw at her; good or bad.
They reached the portrait, and Draco stopped.
"Wait here," he told her as he went in. She waited outside their common room for about two minutes before he emerged.
"Okay, close your eyes."
"Malfoy…"
"Granger, just do what I say," he told her, his voice clipped.
She rolled her eyes before following his instructions. She felt his cool hand in hers, leading her through the portrait hole. She almost shivered in disgust at his touch-or perhaps she shivered at something else?
"All right," he said. She opened her eyes, and his hand quickly dropped from hers.
There was a pause, before Hermione looked up at him.
"It's a box," she said, motioning to a small golden box on the coffee table.
He rolled his eyes, "Put the fire out, and I'll show you."
She raised an eyebrow, but extinguished the fire and turned back around.
He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the box
"Sista Aparenamis!" He pointed his wand at the box, and seconds later the box opened and the entire room changed. Hermione and Malfoy now stood in the middle of what was left of Stonehenge. It was extremely realistic-Hermione was sure there was a breeze blowing, and a voice was narrating all of their report. It was a deep voice; most certainly not Malfoys.
"…Stonehenge went through three different building stages…"
"This is incredible!" She said, turning toward Malfoy, who was leaning casually against one of the huge stones, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, "You did all this from the research I did?"
He nodded.
She grinned, looking all around her as the scene changed and it showed people building the first stage of Stonehenge.
"It goes through all three stages," He informed her, "It even shows rituals performed and such," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and turning her around to see the witches and wizards standing in a circle around the fire that…
"We're standing in the middle of the fire?" She gasped, looking down.
He nodded, a swell of pleasure coming into his chest as he saw her smile in amazement.
She turned back and looked at Malfoy, "Listen… Malfoy… this is really great."
"I know," he told her, looking at her seriously.
"Well… thanks for making it… making it as great as it is, I guess," she said, stumbling over the words.
"Not easy to thank me, is it, Mudblood?" He asked her, "It's all right, I would figure as much."
She rolled her eyes, "Always have to ruin a great moment, don't you?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Do I?"
She nodded, moving to touch the stones as the narration ended, and they reappeared back in the common room, the box closed again.
"Yes," she told him, "You have a habit of turning good things into bad."
His eyes narrowed for a moment, before he shrugged it off, "When you grew up the way I did, nothing is good."
"So you're saying the day you get married will be a bad occasion?" She questioned, taking her cloak off, revealing her extremely curvacious body. Draco had to concentrate on the floor before her to keep his hormones and emotions under control.
He shook his head, "No," he said, "Because I'm not even sure I'll get married."
Hermione was shocked at this beginning of a somewhat civil conversation with Malfoy. She wondered if he hadn't put a spell on himself on accident while making the project. She shrugged it off and sat down on the couch, looking up at him.
"Why wouldn't you get married? Surely you want children…"
"If I end up half the man my father is, I won't ever have children."
"Well, then you'll never have children."
Draco's eyes shot to her face, and she looked as honest as anything he'd ever seen.
"What did you say?"
"You just told me if you end up half the man your father is, you won't have kids. I said you'll never have kids."
"Because I already am half the man my father is?"
"Exactly."
This hit Draco Trysten Malfoy like a ton of bricks. It was true; he had become his father. He'd feared it so much that his worst nightmare had become his reality. She noticed it; but then again, who was she? A filthy Mudblooded know-it-all. Who had, however, in three short weeks, made a flame of something he'd never felt before take life in his heart. Should he trust her observation?
"Don't look so shocked, Malfoy," she said, standing up and looking at him, "You've been on your way to being a carbon copy of him since first year."
He stood there, his eyes blazing fire in her direction and his body rigid with personal disgust and anger.
"What? Can't take the fact that you aren't your own man?" She questioned, coming closer to him, having the idea in her mind to seductively torment him, "Badass Draco Malfoy is nothing but a reproduction? Another Lucius?" She put her finger behind his silver and green plaid tie and pulled it out from where it was tucked behind his sweater.
She leaned on one leg, as she ran a finger down his chest, "See, girls need a man's man; one uniquely masculine, and not just a smaller edition of a man already made. Afraid of being your own man, Malfoy? Have to follow in Daddy's footsteps?"
He grabbed her wrists gently but firmly, and stared into her eyes.
"If you find it so apalling, why are you so close to me?" He asked her, his voice a cold whisper, "Find it attractive, do you? Sick of the friendly, goody-two-shoes boys, so you have to go for the badasses?"
"Perhaps," Hermione replied, her amber eyes glaring into his.
"What, more exciting?"
"More dangerous," she told him, his hands still on her wrists.
"And what makes you think I would have anything to do with a Mudblood?"
"What makes you think what I'm doing isn't a very well-played performance?"
He smirked, "I can see it in your eyes. That's always been your one weakness, you know. You show all of your emotions in your eyes-"
"-And you don't," she hissed, her game ending and her true anger coming out.
"You've harbored this anger for much too long; please, Mudblood, let it out."
"I hate you," she told him, "You are a despicably, evil, hateful creature who deserves to burn in the fiery depths of Hell for all of eternity. You act all high and mighty, but your honor has been blackened for the longest time. Only you refuse to see what a bullshit lie you've been living. Mudblood or not, I am your equal--if not superior in some aspects. I wish you would just shut the hell up and treat others with respect; no matter how low you think they are."
She took a couple deep breaths, having spat this all out at one time. He watched her carefully, taking in the graceful femininity of her face. Her amazing bone structure, her amber colored eyes, her luscious pink lips…
"Is that all?" He asked condescendingly.
She pushed away from him, "Even now you talk with that same tone."
He watched as she moved toward her door.
"You're a pathetic pureblooded prat and I wish I had killed you last summer."
With that she slammed her door, leaving Draco wondering why he hadn't just told her every feeling he was getting at that moment, instead of hiding it like he always did.
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**Oh, tell me, tell me what this could be,
Could this be love that enthralls me?
Not just any emotion
But confidence, affection, and devotion.
Miles apart, days away,
But this love chiseled in my heart will stay.
Wanting to grasp you close to me,
But knowing I can't, Oh why does this be?
Caged, reaching out for you.
So close and knowing you want this too.
Illusions of love, you and me,
But knowing I have to hide this, slowly kills me.**
She felt incredibly guilty about what she had said to him. But part of her knew it was 100% true-most of the time she wished she had killed him. He was so miserable, so hateful; he enjoyed causing people pain, particularly her. Didn't he deserve to die? Of course not; no one did, short of Voldemort. She knew the reason he was like that was because he'd been raised like that, and because it was a way of protecting himself. She'd seen it; seen it in his cold gray eyes. He was hiding behind the walls he'd taken so long to build. Why did she want to break through those walls so badly? He was just nasty, evil, despicable Malfoy.
At that moment, a strange shiver went up her spine, and she became very tired.
**Yet
the one thing that keeps us together,
Destroys us and will never untether.
Yet in the reserve of our alone,
You hold me dear and no one is to know.
Infatuation in every stroke and every kiss,
When we are apart I fantasize of this.
This love is too herculean to waste,
So far away yet close enough to taste.
Longing to be with you all the time,
Hungry for your heart to be one with mine.
Take
this hand and escort me to your ocean,
Kiss me and fill me with your fragrant potion.**
Why was she trying so damn hard to make him break?
Probably to see him fall against her again; to see him as the weaker. He saw in
her eyes; the hidden desire to see the real Draco Malfoy. He, however, knew the real Draco Malfoy; he also knew
that if she saw the real him, she wouldn't like what she would see. He knew
underneath everything, he was just a lost little boy with no one to look up to;
no one to follow. He looked out the window, her words still ringing in his
ears. How dare she? She couldn't kill him; she was nothing more than a filthy
Mudblood. She couldn't do shit to him.
At that moment, a strang shiver went up his spine, and he became extremely
tired.
**One to make me winded, make me weak,
That one takes all there life to seek.
And at this age, I have rescued love,
You were sent from a glorified spirit above.
Every time I glance at your eyes, so pure and true,
I lose my senses and want to be retained by you.
Craving to be in your arms, be held so tight,
Yearning, praying, begging with all my might.
But I know this in no way will be,
You and me, at once, for all to see.
This, this, what it could be,
For this forbidden love that captivates me.**
At the same time, Hermione Elisabeth Granger and Draco Trysten Malfoy both lay down in their beds, and fell asleep, soon to be seeing the same exact dream.