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A/N: hi guys! Sorry this took so long, but I had a crap load of things to do. So without further ado: the story!
The New Prophecy
Chapter 10- Christmas break disasters and Christmas Day
A few days had gone by since the talent show/Christmas Ball. Draco and Hermione were very happy together. Before Blaize and Pansy left for the break, they all sat down and talked it out. Everything was cool between them again.
Hermione was practicing more with her powers, and Draco was doing more with his animagus. Much to his delight, he got a dragon. His only identifying trait was his eyes (A/N: as was Hermione's, btw. Sorry, forgot to mention that.). He was all black with iridescent green wings and silver spikes along his back.
After an hour of working on his control, he saw that it was dinnertime.
"Better go get Hermione," he said to himself.
Draco found Hermione on the balcony outside her room. She had her eyes closed and was muttering something. He walked up next to her when she finished.
"Ventus lenis," Hermione mumbled. A small breeze began to blow. She opened her eyes and was startled by Draco's presence. Draco was just as shocked. Her eyes were all black!
"What the hell?" he asked quietly. It's not that he didn't like it, but it was just surprising.
"Oh! Sorry about that," she apologized. Hermione blinked a few times and her eyes were back to their normal color.
"What was that all about?" Draco questioned.
"That? Oh. The eyes. It only happens when I'm using my powers."
"Ah. Gotcha." He wrapped his arms around her waist and they just stood there for a while, enjoying the zephyr that Hermione had created.
Down in the Great Hall, Ron watched Hermione and Draco enter with disdain. Oh how he loathed the newest couple. Hermione was supposed to be his.
She should be holding his hand. She should be whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Everything that Draco had (of Hermione anyway) should be his.
But Ron needn't worry about that any longer. After tonight, Hermione would be his.
Hermione left the hall a while later saying that she needed a walk. Ron waited a few minuets, then said that he was tired and was going to turn in. He left.
Ron wandered the halls, searching for Hermione. He eventually found her looking out a window in some random hall. He walked up to her.
"So what do we have here?" he called.
She turned her head to him slowly, a scowl present on her face.
"What the fu..." she began.
"Imperius!" interrupted Ron. He had decided it was either this, or something Harry had called the "date rape drug". But since he couldn't find the muggle product anywhere, he had to resort to this. He hope it would make Hermione see her true feelings for him.
"Hey 'Mione," he whispered.
"Ron..." she said, as if waking from a trance. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." She smiled and ran into his arms.
"Feels like it, huh?"
"Yeah."
Ron leaned in to kiss Hermione. At first she enjoyed it. But eventually she got to thinking, the real Hermione emerging.
'Okay, gross. The Weasel is kissing you. Why don't you fight back? because I like it. Don't I? No! Ewww! Why kiss him when you have Draco. Our boyfriend. Remember him? We love him. that's right! Damn this Weasel! I love Draco! Thata girl...' she deliberated.
Her eyes snapped open. She saw Ron. He was too absorbed in the kiss that he didn't notice her actions. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. He looked at her in astonishment. He tried to get out his wand, but before he could get to it again, Hermione said her spell. Good thing she didn't need a wand.
"Vincio," she chanted. Her eyes were black with red around the edges. Ron felt as if chains had wrapped themselves around his entire body. Hermione spoke again, a vicious edge to her voice.
"Aura."
Ron went flying across the hall to the wall on the other side from where he had been standing only moments before. He slammed into the wall with a sickening crack. Hermione slowly walked towards him.
"Murus ignius." A wall of flame appeared all around Ron. Hermione continued her advance. She leisurely walked through the flames. They didn't even singe her. She walked up to Ron and knelt down next to him.
"What the hell did you think you were doing, Weasel?" she whispered ominously.
Draco was walking, also in search of Hermione. He was walking past some hall when he saw a fire start out of nowhere.
'Hermione,' was his first thought. He ran into the corridor.
Ginny had also been out for a walk. Harry had been too depressed at dinner for her liking. She was passing a hallway when she saw a fire appear. She ran towards it.
'Uh-oh,' she thought.
Draco reached the fire and saw, to his surprise, Hermione standing in the middle of it with...Weasel on the floor?
"Hermione," he said in alarm. He had never seen her so angry.
He saw her pull out her wand and heard her say, "I told you to stay away from me, Weasel." She raised her wand and pointed it directly at Ron's heart.
"Avada..."
"Hermione! No!"
She stopped, and turned to look at Draco. She looked appalled at what she had almost done. Killing Ron would have made her just like her father. She ran into Draco's arms.
"He's not worth going to Azkaban for, love," he whispered into her ear.
"I guess you're right," she sighed.
"You wench!" someone screamed behind the two lovers. They turned around to see a livid Ginny Weasley. They both rolled their eyes and sighed.
"What have you done!?!" screamed Ginny. She pointed to the wall of fire that still encircled her brother.
"Fix it now," she demanded.
"Whatever," said an exasperated Hermione. "Cantus exitus."
The fire ceased, and Ron was freed. Ginny rushed over to her brother and helped him. She looked up at Hermione with pure, unrivaled hatred in her eyes. A hatred reserved only for Hermione at the moment.
"You bitch..." she began.
Hermione's blood began to boil. She looked at Ginny.
"Tacitus," she muttered. Ginny's voice ceased. "Don't you ever speak to me in such a manner again, Weaselette. I am powerful. In fact, I could make the earth itself swallow you where you stand. Don't mess with me."
She and Draco walked away. When she was at the end of the corridor, she took the spell off.
Ginny just stood there in shock. She'd never seen Hermione so irate. Ginny wanted nothing more than the old Hermione to come back. She wanted to pick up their friendship again. She missed the old Hermione so much. But she knew it wasn't possible. Hermione had said it herself. Hermione Granger is dead.
'She's never coming back,' she thought dejectedly.
It was now Christmas morning. Hermione was waked by a very excited Draco.
"Wake up! Wake up!" he exclaimed elatedly.
"Wha..." she said sleepily. Her incident with Ron had taken a lot out of her.
"It's ::deep breath:: Christmas!!"
"Mm-hmm."
"Get up!"
"Okay, okay..."
She got up and followed Draco downstairs. As he sat on one of the couches, she noticed two piles of presents: one for him, the other for her.
A while later, they were surrounded by a fairly good-sized pile of trash.
Draco had gotten the latest broom servicing kit, new quills, some books, a silver pocket watch with a snake-like dragon on it, and some new clothes.
Hermione got mostly new clothes, some books, new quills, jewelry, and a roaring tiger head belly button ring (A/N: the thing doesn't actually roar, it's just the pose it's in.).
"I'll be right back," Hermione announced. She got up and walked to her room. Draco took this opportunity to get out his present for Hermione. He put it by where she was sitting and sat back in his own seat quickly. It wasn't a moment too soon because a few seconds later Hermione came out of her room. She was hiding something behind her back.
"Happy Christmas, Dray," she cooed while presenting the gift to him.
Draco too it and opened it eagerly. His eyes widened at what he saw. Hermione got him a black, dragon-skin cloak with silver velvet on the inside. The clasp was made out of dragon's teeth that had been manipulated into circles.
"Wow..." said an awed Draco. "Thanks, love." He walked up to her and gave her a kiss. "Well, I guess it's your turn," he said while handing her the present he had gotten.
She smiled at him and opened her gift. She, too, gasped as she opened her present. Inside was a black velvet cloak with dim silver stars sewed into it. The inside was pink, silk and the clasp was a silver chain connected between two crystal stars that shone with real starlight.
She thanked him, and then proceeded to laugh. She had found it funny that both she and Draco had gotten each other cloaks. Oh how alike they thought.
Draco, at first, wondered why Hermione was laughing. But he eventually caught on and joined in her laughter.
When the hilarity died down, Draco kissed Hermione's cheek and told her that he made reservations at a nice restaurant in Hogsmead. He also told her that he'd pick her up at five. Then he left, saying that he had something to do, and reminding her to dress nicely.
At five, Draco knocked on Hermione's door.
"You ready?" he asked.
"I'll be down in a minuet" was the answer he received. So he no choice but to go downstairs and wait for her. A few minuets later (A/N: typical girl language. One minuet means more than that), Hermione came downstairs to meet Draco. He looked up.
"You look fabulous," he said vehemently.
And she did. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress with the top part folded down that was made out of lace, tight sleeves that belled out at the bottom. The dress cut off mid-thigh and had a slanted cut (the part that was higher than the other had lace under it). The dress was black; the sleeves and the lace was silver silk. She had on skin colored stockings and boots as well. Her hair was parted in a zigzag pattern and had some braids in it. To complete her look, she added some black eyeliner and light body glitter.
"Thank you," she replied to his earlier statement. "You look very striking yourself."
Draco was wearing a black zoot suit with a black shirt and silk silver tie. He even found the kick ass hat to go with it. He also managed to find the shoes to match the suit. He had silver suspenders and a silver chain that went from his front pants pocket to the back. His hair hung freely, giving him the look of someone from the twenties.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yup. Let's go," Hermione said while taking Draco's hand. On the way out, Hermione grabbed her new cloak, and Draco took a black Ulster.
At the restaurant, named The Dragon's Layer, Draco and Hermione were seated at their table on the veranda. It was a extraordinary view. The restaurant was actually on a cliff overlooking Hogsmead and Hogwarts. The sky was clear, the ground and rooftops were covered with snow that shimmered in the moonlight.
The patio itself had been charmed to keep the warmth in. It was filled with plants such as lilies, ivy, and jasmine. Over in the corner was a band playing music (A/N: as opposed to what? I don't know...), and in front of them, a small dance floor.
They were the only people out there because Draco had reserved the entire patio.
"Draco. It's fantastic," said Hermione breathlessly.
"Knew you would like it," he replied. "Let's eat."
A while later, after they had finished dinner, Draco and Hermione were dancing to the music provided by the band. He looked down at Hermione and smiled. He loved this girl so much.
After they were done dancing, Hermione and Draco went over to the railing to look at the scenery. Hermione smiled to herself. This was the best Christmas she'd had in a while.
Draco lowered his head so he could whisper into her ear.
"Happy Christmas, Mia," he said lovingly.
"Happy Christmas," she replied.
A/N: Yay! Another one done! Hope you liked it. The next chapter is being written as you read (maybe, it depends on where you are I guess). Man this is a long chapter. So...yeah. "There. I hope you enjoyed our time together today. You know, it seems harder and harder to just sit back and enjoy the finer things in life. Well...'til next time...tah tah."