Dancing Barefoot in my socks: I have seen the trailer for the next film and
yes he looks soo hot.is that wrong, me being older than him?! Lol. I can't
wait for the film.me and my mates are going to the midnight showing and
dressing up :o) Thanks for your reviews.
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Sorry this Chapter's shorter than normal but everything's in it that needs to be and I figured there was no point in adding things just to make up space.
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Chapter 13: The Raven Goddess
Next morning Draco lay on his back next to Hermione; he hadn't slept all night, between fury at his Father and puzzlement over Hermione's power ha hadn't given his mind a moment's peace in which to even contemplate going to sleep.
It was early, and Draco had watched the first pale, sleepy rays of sunlight creep silently across the room. They now lay on Hermione, glistening in her hair and making her skin glow. She was still asleep and probably would be for a while-she had been both physically and emotionally drained the night before and Draco had no intentions of unnecessarily waking her.
He rose when he heard the morning birds begin their song. It was roughly seven O'clock and he showered, changed and left the room, closing the door silently behind him.
He moved mutely around the castle, although there was little need-it being a Saturday most of the castle's inhabitants were enjoying the lie-in, and the only individuals he encountered were the resident ghosts, doing their best to prevent Peeves from releasing a large jar of Red Caps in the Hufflepuff Common Room.
He headed up the familiar corridor until he reached the gargoyle at the end:
"Pumpkin pastie." He said and the gargoyle leapt aside, allowing Draco up the spiral staircase to the gleaming door of Dumbledore's office.
He knocked but there was no answer. Hoping he hadn't wrongly assumed the Head Master rose early, Draco pushed open the unlocked door and entered.
There was no sign of Dumbledore but Draco decided to wait-he had to see the Head Master. He opted to amuse himself with the odd collection of whizzing and whirring wonders that the old wizard kept in his study. Draco the sauntered around to Dumbledore's desk where Fawkes was eyeing him warily.
"You really are a suspicious bird aren't you." Draco muttered, stroking the elegant bird's fiery plumage.
"Quite Mr Malfoy, but you see, a suspicious bird is a wise one; they know all and protect those worthy."
Draco started at the sound of the Head Master's voice, and turned to see him descending the curving staircase from his private observatory, decked in elegant, purple, velvet robes. Dumbledore made his way to his desk and sat behind it.
"So Mr Malfoy, what brings you to my office so early on a weekend-why not enjoy the lie-in like the rest of the school?! I am sure there's a pretty young witch somewhere who will be upset when she wakes to find you absent."
Draco was stunned-did nothing escape this man?!
"I, erm...I had to see you sir. It's about Hermione. I'm worried about her."
"Please continue Mr Malfoy." Pressed Dumbledore, and Draco launched himself into he tale of the previous night-he skipped over the details of his Father's and Voldemort's 'romp' with his girlfriend-his blood still boiled at the mere thought, and having to recall the event would cause him to kill something. When Draco had finished Dumbledore sat silent for a few moments, observing the young wizard before him: He had matured and his feelings for the young lioness were genuine.
"I would be lying, Mr Malfoy, if I said I myself had not been concerned about the power that Miss Granger has been emitting recently. What do YOU think is the cause?!"
"Well sir, I was hoping you could tell me."
"I can indeed tell you my theories, but that is indeed all they would be. For now though, please tell me your own premise."
"Well, I'm not sure but the first time she used this power-at the revel in October-the room was filled with all these unearthly voices and Hermione said she felt the power of the God's in her. And last night when I was falling through time I saw faces; they were young but old at the same time. The most beautiful things I've ever seen yet it hurt me to look at them. I suspect that, maybe, it is connected to the power of The Ancients, but I don't know how or why-Hermione's muggle born!"
"Indeed she is Mr Malfoy but I suspect you family values cloud your vision of this situation." Draco bristled at this comment but the Head Master ignored it and continued, "I do however agree with you that the power she possesses is linked in someway to The Ancients, because the power she shows is so string, and no other Gods could emit it. But I feel that that is only part of it. The faces you saw I think were the workings of The Innocents; this is my theory simply because of the way the power is shown. It is raw and full of emotion, like The Innocents were. You know of The Innocents?!"
"Of course," Draco retorted, temporarily forgetting his place, "they were the first of our kind. They took their power from the elements, drawing it from the Earth Goddess, and called upon it in times of need. But the power betrayed them when The Dark Ones arrived and they were slain. The Earth became barren until The Innocents were re-born as The Ancient ones who many wrongly celebrate as the First."
"Impressive Mr Malfoy, you have been well educated by your Father. As I was saying, Hermione's power is pure, unadulterated emotion; something that she has a lot of at the moment. As for her parentage, it is irrelevant to The Innocents and The Ancients; they will see only the power inside, and Hermione is, without doubt, the most powerful witch I have ever had the pleasure of being acquainted to. I feel she is just the beginning of a long line of extremely powerful witches. However, although Hermione does have this power I feel she should not be told of its origin yet: from what you have told me the poor child has much more to deal with than any of us knew she would when we enrolled her for this mission." Draco saw the old wizard's eyes glisten with unfallen tears.
"Yes sir." He agrees, "Um...there is one more thing though."
"Go on."
"Lat night, in the memory, I saw Voldemort write on Hermione's stomach, in blood. He wrote 'Krackeliue du Mointeuxi Chausile, Blaiseziese du Nichtelle-Raven of dark beauty, Goddess..."
"Goddess of night." Dumbledore finished, "It is indeed as I suspected then- Voldemort, it appears, is almost as aware of Hermione's power as we are, however not completely. He has marked her as a Dark Goddess, thinking her power is from the Dark Ones. Thank goodness it does not; of that I am sure. We must pray that the Dark Ones do not answer the call; they rarely do so we may be safe."
"And if they do?!" Draco ventured.
"Then we are in graver danger than ever before. The Dark Ones are not to be called upon lightly, as are any of The Originals-The Innocents, The Ancients. Playing with their callings is the most dangerous form of magic and few magical folk ever successfully attempt it. Most rush foolhardy into it and are killed when they attempt the spell or when The Originals answer the call and see those who called them are not worthy."
Draco wanted to know if the Head Master had ever called upon the powers but he dared not ask so bold a question.
"Why does the power come from Innocents and The Ancients?!"
"As I said, I am unsure why Hermione has been marked by both the spirits; she must have something special to be marked in such a way. I'm sorry I am not of more use to you at this time. I will however, look into the situation further."
"Yes sir. Thank you."
"You're welcome." The Head Master nodded.
Draco left the Head Master's office, if possible, more confused than when he had entered.
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When he returned to his rooms Hermione was awake, curled up in one of the armchairs reading. Draco walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck in a hug;
"What happened to Wuthering Heights?!" He asked eyeing the title of the book; this one was 1984 by George Orwell.
"Oh Draco I finished that weeks and weeks ago." She smiled, turning around and kissing him.
"So what are you doing today, apart from reading?!"
Hermione smiled again and took off her glasses;
"Actually Ginny and I are going into Hogsmeade; we both need out outfits for the Yule Ball."
"Oh, who's she going with?!"
"Harry." Hermione grinned. "Isn't it great? They've been going out for a week and they're both so happy."
"So Potter's finally able to relieve all that pent up sexual frustration with someone other than his right hand?!" Draco grinned mischievously.
"Don't be so mean." Hermione laughed, punching his arm lightly.
"And why not?!" He smirked, swooping her up into his arms and carrying her over to the bed where he unceremoniously dumped her. She tried to get up, playing with him, but he pinned her back with a forceful kiss.
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A few hours later the two lay in bed, bathed in sheets and smiling.
"Mmm....I should get up." Hermione whispered, but holding Draco tighter.
"Why?! Ginny's coming for you isn't she?!"
"Yes," Hermione replied, "but she'll go to my room, not here-she doesn't know about us remember?!"
"I hate all this sneaking around." Draco sulked as Hermione slid out of bed to begin getting dressed.
"I know, but can you imagine the uproar if the school found out about us?!" Hermione shuddered, "It doesn't bear thinking about."
They remained silent as Hermione dressed, before leaning over and kissing Draco goodbye-he had decided to remain in bed as he had no real reason to get up.
"Have a good time." He said.
"I don't know what I'm getting yet." She confessed.
"It doesn't matter," he replied, "I'm sure you'll look beautiful in whatever you choose."
She smiled at him, kissing him once more before leaving.
Draco rolled over and scooped up a pile of homework that lay next to his bed-he may as well make the most of this time. Dipping his quill in the ink he began his third foot of the five that McGonagall had demanded on animagi.
Within moments of him finishing an elegant eagle owl swept through the open window, landing with a soft hoot on the bed next to Draco. He patted the owl's soft plumage and took the letter from it's leg; instantly he recognised his Father's elegant script, and he groaned-this was probably bad news. He tore open the letter and began to read:
Draco,
I don not know if you have had the opportunity to speak with the Mudblood but I thought I would inform you anyway. I was able last night to sample for myself the delights that our whore dirt has to offer, and I must admit that I certainly spy your interest in her: she's quite a good fuck isn't she.
You realise don't you that the act on my half was purely selfless and due to you-I wish for you to have no emotional attachment to the Mudblood during our planning, or at all. By all means screw her as much as you need to; it should fuck her mind up nicely when she realises your true intentions. However, you must not attach any emotion to her-she is beneath you and will always remain so. Remember, she is nothing but meat; Mudbloods are good for only two things; fucking and killing.
The Dark Lord was desperate to get his hands on her-he's been itching for months. She will probably be called again soon.
I myself am very reluctant to repeat last nights activities-too much contact my spoil me. However if the Lord commands it I shall give her a good going over. You never know, I may call you along. Mother sends her love, Father.
"Bullshit." Draco spat, screwing up the letter and tossing it in the fire, "Ever the fucking Martyr aren't you." He continued to rant before reaching for his own quill and parchment.
Father,
I was extremely pleased to hear of your conquest last night-she is good isn't she, considering she's only ever shagged that young Weasley; the dirty whore. That family obviously don't ask for much when it comes to pleasure; they probably had to save up for a whole year just to afford HER.
You have nothing to worry about concerning my emotional attachment to the Mudblood; I am associated with her as little as possible, and I have no interest in increasing this time.
Which leads me to your invitation; as much as I enjoy a good fuck, I do not wish to be in her presence more than is necessary. Therefore you may keep your meetings with her between the three of you. I will call for relief at school when I feel the need.
I may call at the Manor soon. Give my love to Mother, and make sure she learns nothing of the mudblood. Draco.
Draco fastened the letter to the owl's leg and watched it take flight once more out of the window.
He felt sickened by what he had just written. He loved Hermione so much, and he would gladly have shouted it from the Astronomy Tower. But he knew he could not do this; for the world in which they belonged was so poisoned with the prejudices and hate of old that he would have been killed for declaring such a thing. Yet, as he stood staring at the pinpricks of ice that dotted the velvet sky he realised, it was a price he would gladly pay.
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As I have a ridiculously lousy memory I can't for the life of me remember if I paired Harry and Ginny off in a previous Chapter and if I did I can't remember which Chapter it was and I can't find it so I apologise if I had already done it.
As for The Originals I've done my usual stupid trick of thinking "That's a good idea" writing it but not thinking how I'm going to end it. I'm sure I'll think of something eventually though.
Ravenbeaut: Not telling anything yet.
RaineMalfoy: Thank you very much. I read some of yours and it was really good. I'll read more soon and remember to review this time.bad bad memory.
Cookie Monnstah, Marissa and Sweet-77-thang: Thank you.
Miss Rhapsody: :o) Thanks for the brilliant review, you really made my day. I'm glad you enjoyed the Chapter.
Sorry this Chapter's shorter than normal but everything's in it that needs to be and I figured there was no point in adding things just to make up space.
N.B. I unfortunately do not own anything you recognise.
Chapter 13: The Raven Goddess
Next morning Draco lay on his back next to Hermione; he hadn't slept all night, between fury at his Father and puzzlement over Hermione's power ha hadn't given his mind a moment's peace in which to even contemplate going to sleep.
It was early, and Draco had watched the first pale, sleepy rays of sunlight creep silently across the room. They now lay on Hermione, glistening in her hair and making her skin glow. She was still asleep and probably would be for a while-she had been both physically and emotionally drained the night before and Draco had no intentions of unnecessarily waking her.
He rose when he heard the morning birds begin their song. It was roughly seven O'clock and he showered, changed and left the room, closing the door silently behind him.
He moved mutely around the castle, although there was little need-it being a Saturday most of the castle's inhabitants were enjoying the lie-in, and the only individuals he encountered were the resident ghosts, doing their best to prevent Peeves from releasing a large jar of Red Caps in the Hufflepuff Common Room.
He headed up the familiar corridor until he reached the gargoyle at the end:
"Pumpkin pastie." He said and the gargoyle leapt aside, allowing Draco up the spiral staircase to the gleaming door of Dumbledore's office.
He knocked but there was no answer. Hoping he hadn't wrongly assumed the Head Master rose early, Draco pushed open the unlocked door and entered.
There was no sign of Dumbledore but Draco decided to wait-he had to see the Head Master. He opted to amuse himself with the odd collection of whizzing and whirring wonders that the old wizard kept in his study. Draco the sauntered around to Dumbledore's desk where Fawkes was eyeing him warily.
"You really are a suspicious bird aren't you." Draco muttered, stroking the elegant bird's fiery plumage.
"Quite Mr Malfoy, but you see, a suspicious bird is a wise one; they know all and protect those worthy."
Draco started at the sound of the Head Master's voice, and turned to see him descending the curving staircase from his private observatory, decked in elegant, purple, velvet robes. Dumbledore made his way to his desk and sat behind it.
"So Mr Malfoy, what brings you to my office so early on a weekend-why not enjoy the lie-in like the rest of the school?! I am sure there's a pretty young witch somewhere who will be upset when she wakes to find you absent."
Draco was stunned-did nothing escape this man?!
"I, erm...I had to see you sir. It's about Hermione. I'm worried about her."
"Please continue Mr Malfoy." Pressed Dumbledore, and Draco launched himself into he tale of the previous night-he skipped over the details of his Father's and Voldemort's 'romp' with his girlfriend-his blood still boiled at the mere thought, and having to recall the event would cause him to kill something. When Draco had finished Dumbledore sat silent for a few moments, observing the young wizard before him: He had matured and his feelings for the young lioness were genuine.
"I would be lying, Mr Malfoy, if I said I myself had not been concerned about the power that Miss Granger has been emitting recently. What do YOU think is the cause?!"
"Well sir, I was hoping you could tell me."
"I can indeed tell you my theories, but that is indeed all they would be. For now though, please tell me your own premise."
"Well, I'm not sure but the first time she used this power-at the revel in October-the room was filled with all these unearthly voices and Hermione said she felt the power of the God's in her. And last night when I was falling through time I saw faces; they were young but old at the same time. The most beautiful things I've ever seen yet it hurt me to look at them. I suspect that, maybe, it is connected to the power of The Ancients, but I don't know how or why-Hermione's muggle born!"
"Indeed she is Mr Malfoy but I suspect you family values cloud your vision of this situation." Draco bristled at this comment but the Head Master ignored it and continued, "I do however agree with you that the power she possesses is linked in someway to The Ancients, because the power she shows is so string, and no other Gods could emit it. But I feel that that is only part of it. The faces you saw I think were the workings of The Innocents; this is my theory simply because of the way the power is shown. It is raw and full of emotion, like The Innocents were. You know of The Innocents?!"
"Of course," Draco retorted, temporarily forgetting his place, "they were the first of our kind. They took their power from the elements, drawing it from the Earth Goddess, and called upon it in times of need. But the power betrayed them when The Dark Ones arrived and they were slain. The Earth became barren until The Innocents were re-born as The Ancient ones who many wrongly celebrate as the First."
"Impressive Mr Malfoy, you have been well educated by your Father. As I was saying, Hermione's power is pure, unadulterated emotion; something that she has a lot of at the moment. As for her parentage, it is irrelevant to The Innocents and The Ancients; they will see only the power inside, and Hermione is, without doubt, the most powerful witch I have ever had the pleasure of being acquainted to. I feel she is just the beginning of a long line of extremely powerful witches. However, although Hermione does have this power I feel she should not be told of its origin yet: from what you have told me the poor child has much more to deal with than any of us knew she would when we enrolled her for this mission." Draco saw the old wizard's eyes glisten with unfallen tears.
"Yes sir." He agrees, "Um...there is one more thing though."
"Go on."
"Lat night, in the memory, I saw Voldemort write on Hermione's stomach, in blood. He wrote 'Krackeliue du Mointeuxi Chausile, Blaiseziese du Nichtelle-Raven of dark beauty, Goddess..."
"Goddess of night." Dumbledore finished, "It is indeed as I suspected then- Voldemort, it appears, is almost as aware of Hermione's power as we are, however not completely. He has marked her as a Dark Goddess, thinking her power is from the Dark Ones. Thank goodness it does not; of that I am sure. We must pray that the Dark Ones do not answer the call; they rarely do so we may be safe."
"And if they do?!" Draco ventured.
"Then we are in graver danger than ever before. The Dark Ones are not to be called upon lightly, as are any of The Originals-The Innocents, The Ancients. Playing with their callings is the most dangerous form of magic and few magical folk ever successfully attempt it. Most rush foolhardy into it and are killed when they attempt the spell or when The Originals answer the call and see those who called them are not worthy."
Draco wanted to know if the Head Master had ever called upon the powers but he dared not ask so bold a question.
"Why does the power come from Innocents and The Ancients?!"
"As I said, I am unsure why Hermione has been marked by both the spirits; she must have something special to be marked in such a way. I'm sorry I am not of more use to you at this time. I will however, look into the situation further."
"Yes sir. Thank you."
"You're welcome." The Head Master nodded.
Draco left the Head Master's office, if possible, more confused than when he had entered.
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When he returned to his rooms Hermione was awake, curled up in one of the armchairs reading. Draco walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck in a hug;
"What happened to Wuthering Heights?!" He asked eyeing the title of the book; this one was 1984 by George Orwell.
"Oh Draco I finished that weeks and weeks ago." She smiled, turning around and kissing him.
"So what are you doing today, apart from reading?!"
Hermione smiled again and took off her glasses;
"Actually Ginny and I are going into Hogsmeade; we both need out outfits for the Yule Ball."
"Oh, who's she going with?!"
"Harry." Hermione grinned. "Isn't it great? They've been going out for a week and they're both so happy."
"So Potter's finally able to relieve all that pent up sexual frustration with someone other than his right hand?!" Draco grinned mischievously.
"Don't be so mean." Hermione laughed, punching his arm lightly.
"And why not?!" He smirked, swooping her up into his arms and carrying her over to the bed where he unceremoniously dumped her. She tried to get up, playing with him, but he pinned her back with a forceful kiss.
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A few hours later the two lay in bed, bathed in sheets and smiling.
"Mmm....I should get up." Hermione whispered, but holding Draco tighter.
"Why?! Ginny's coming for you isn't she?!"
"Yes," Hermione replied, "but she'll go to my room, not here-she doesn't know about us remember?!"
"I hate all this sneaking around." Draco sulked as Hermione slid out of bed to begin getting dressed.
"I know, but can you imagine the uproar if the school found out about us?!" Hermione shuddered, "It doesn't bear thinking about."
They remained silent as Hermione dressed, before leaning over and kissing Draco goodbye-he had decided to remain in bed as he had no real reason to get up.
"Have a good time." He said.
"I don't know what I'm getting yet." She confessed.
"It doesn't matter," he replied, "I'm sure you'll look beautiful in whatever you choose."
She smiled at him, kissing him once more before leaving.
Draco rolled over and scooped up a pile of homework that lay next to his bed-he may as well make the most of this time. Dipping his quill in the ink he began his third foot of the five that McGonagall had demanded on animagi.
Within moments of him finishing an elegant eagle owl swept through the open window, landing with a soft hoot on the bed next to Draco. He patted the owl's soft plumage and took the letter from it's leg; instantly he recognised his Father's elegant script, and he groaned-this was probably bad news. He tore open the letter and began to read:
Draco,
I don not know if you have had the opportunity to speak with the Mudblood but I thought I would inform you anyway. I was able last night to sample for myself the delights that our whore dirt has to offer, and I must admit that I certainly spy your interest in her: she's quite a good fuck isn't she.
You realise don't you that the act on my half was purely selfless and due to you-I wish for you to have no emotional attachment to the Mudblood during our planning, or at all. By all means screw her as much as you need to; it should fuck her mind up nicely when she realises your true intentions. However, you must not attach any emotion to her-she is beneath you and will always remain so. Remember, she is nothing but meat; Mudbloods are good for only two things; fucking and killing.
The Dark Lord was desperate to get his hands on her-he's been itching for months. She will probably be called again soon.
I myself am very reluctant to repeat last nights activities-too much contact my spoil me. However if the Lord commands it I shall give her a good going over. You never know, I may call you along. Mother sends her love, Father.
"Bullshit." Draco spat, screwing up the letter and tossing it in the fire, "Ever the fucking Martyr aren't you." He continued to rant before reaching for his own quill and parchment.
Father,
I was extremely pleased to hear of your conquest last night-she is good isn't she, considering she's only ever shagged that young Weasley; the dirty whore. That family obviously don't ask for much when it comes to pleasure; they probably had to save up for a whole year just to afford HER.
You have nothing to worry about concerning my emotional attachment to the Mudblood; I am associated with her as little as possible, and I have no interest in increasing this time.
Which leads me to your invitation; as much as I enjoy a good fuck, I do not wish to be in her presence more than is necessary. Therefore you may keep your meetings with her between the three of you. I will call for relief at school when I feel the need.
I may call at the Manor soon. Give my love to Mother, and make sure she learns nothing of the mudblood. Draco.
Draco fastened the letter to the owl's leg and watched it take flight once more out of the window.
He felt sickened by what he had just written. He loved Hermione so much, and he would gladly have shouted it from the Astronomy Tower. But he knew he could not do this; for the world in which they belonged was so poisoned with the prejudices and hate of old that he would have been killed for declaring such a thing. Yet, as he stood staring at the pinpricks of ice that dotted the velvet sky he realised, it was a price he would gladly pay.
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As I have a ridiculously lousy memory I can't for the life of me remember if I paired Harry and Ginny off in a previous Chapter and if I did I can't remember which Chapter it was and I can't find it so I apologise if I had already done it.
As for The Originals I've done my usual stupid trick of thinking "That's a good idea" writing it but not thinking how I'm going to end it. I'm sure I'll think of something eventually though.