Ayaii!!! I'm sorry for the long wait!

In this chapter: I might have Draco and Hermione go to the ball but it might they might get a bit detained ;) LoL no nothing of the sort...I don't think.



Disclaimer: I own nothing but Bella Portillo The Prophesy of Forbidden Love, and um...that's it. No Harry Potter. No Draco Malfoy. Nothing. SIGH. If only I could be as talented to come up with something as cool as JK Rowling has.

Summary: When Hermione falls upon a prophesy about her and Draco she learns that she must bear a child to save herself, Draco, Harry, Ron and all of the wizarding world. And her and Draco develop feelings, but what happens when Voldemort gives him an offer he can't refuse?

Rating: PG-13 for mild language and mild sexual content

Il Profetizza di Amore Vietato

The Prophesy of Forbidden Love

Chapter Twelve

The Halloween Masquerade

"No! Draco, when you add the pomegranate seeds with the newt eyes on a boiling temperature, the potion will sour and turn green instead of red!"

Hermione was helping Draco with Potions. He didn't exactly need it but he didn't do so good on the last big Potion project because Snape had paired him up with Neville. So he was doing certain droughts and things to give to Snape, to make up credit for a failed assignment.

Hermione made him start over again. Mumbling incoherently, Draco consented. They were having an interesting conversation about Quidditch when Draco finished his Potions and went to his room to put away his supplies.

Hermione sat on the comfy couch. It had a soft leathery feel and she fell back and adjusted a scarlet satin pillow under her head. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

She closed her eyes for a little bit.

She was falling asleep.

Draco watched her nap for awhile. Pondering 'Am I really expected to have a child with this girl whose kind I was brought up to hate? What will my father say?'

He got up and picked up the masks that Ginny sent from the desk.

He played with the tassel of his mask. It was black and silver. A bit cliché yes, but it would do well with his black cloak.

Hermione's mask was gold and sliver. One side was silver with stars on it and the other gold side has silver moons.

Hermione stirred a bit. She went to the balcony and saw Draco toying with his mask.

She giggled as he flaunted in front of a mirror.

Draco turned to the open French doors to see Hermione sitting on the ledge giggling at him.

"And what, if I may ask, is so funny?" Draco tried to act miffed but kept on grinning.

Hermione said politely. "I would've NEVER known Draco Malfoy to parade in front of a mirror wearing a MASK."

"Pardon me, but I can't help it that I'm devilishly sexy." Hermione snorted and swung her legs. "Or not."

Draco charged at her. "This will teach you not to tease the Great Draco Malfoy."

He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and tossed her on his bed.

He looked at her evilly.

Hermione "eeped" and grabbed a pillow to protect herself, like it would actually defend her.

Draco calmly proceeded to...tickle her.



Hermione was practically gasping for air as he tickled her in her most sensitive spot: the small of her back.

She tried to hit him with a pillow but he deftly caught it and threw it out the balcony door, over the balcony ledge.

And there Draco Malfoy lay, on top of renowned Muggleborn Hermione Granger, one hand practically on her arse, other hand leaning over her shoulder, both of them breathing hard, face inches apart.

And he kissed her.

Not because Dumbledore expected them to.

But because he wanted to.


Ayaii! It's so short, I think I'm gonna kill myself!