CHAPTER 2 -You Can't Be
THIRD POV
"Yea, Harry, I know I shouldn't, but you know how I feel about 'Mione, right?" Ron begged him,
"You like Hermione?" Harry looked shocked and Ron banged his head on the wall,
"Erg! Of course! You need to pay attention." Ron sighed, "But, Harry, I got this!" he pulled out that small tube, filled with the Uzzolo Potion. Harry squinted,
"You got...water?" he said bluntly,
"No, the potion!" Ron whispered, and Harry grinned, feeling a plot coming on.
"Oh...Oh! You want to charm Hermione?" and Ron didn't even get it out. "Of course you do... I'll help, no sex though... my room's right next to yours..." and Harry thought, and shivered, it would be harmless fun, and nothing would go wrong. Hermione would be fine and no one would get hurt...badly.
Pansy was running through the Slytherin common room screaming that she got it...mentally, and ran into her room on the left side of the House.
"I got it, and this stupid plan of theirs...it'll be my plan...and Draco will be mine..." she hugged the clear tube, and slipped it in her pocket.
"What are you screaming about, Pansy?!" Blaise walked in, his face still looking outward,
"Oh, nothing." She lied and he took it.
HERMIONE POV
I stepped up to the portrait of Godric and Salazar and greeted them...well I greeted Godric, and Salazar just glared at me. I always got crap from him and I was going to get it today.
"You, non-pure Head Girl!" Salazar yelled, and Godric slapped him up the back of his head,
"Don't call her that you stuck up bigot." Godric seethed, I rubbed my temples cause obviously, they were in a fight earlier, and I just wasn't here to see who won. Unfortunately, I'd never figure out who won...unless I go by the House Expectations...then I would know Godric won. He can't lie in the first place, but that's just not fair to me.
"Can I just get in?"
"Sure, sweetie...Lemon Drops of Exploding Chocolate Toads?" Godric asked, and I simply said,
"Cookie Dough...and Exploding Chocolate Toads...Lemon Drops give me colds..." I watched Godric look like he was going to cry, and I think I won some points with Salazar since he let me in. "Erg..." I groaned, and I saw Draco walk out the room with the corner of I my, and I could've sworn be smirked at me. I didn't linger on it long...since he's stupid and I'm not. I walked in my room and plopped on my bed. I loved it, the canopy and all, the lion with the same respectful face, in a laying position, with the gold all over its body and red eyes and nails from previous battle. Deciding to take a nap, I took off my skirt and slept in the uniform top. I slid under the covers and waited to be taken away.
I was laying there...asleep, the room warm and toasty. I don't know how I realized that the door opened with my eyes closed, but it did. The light shone through that crack and it slowly closed with a creak. I shivered, and I didn't want to realize what came next, but it was strange after that door. I could think straight, and I felt this cold creep over my bare stomach, inching along. I tried to move it off me, but my eyes were immobile...a dream! Whatever was on my belly was getting larger and I opened my eyes to a hiss, seeing a large emerald snake, its porcelain ruby eyes staring into mine...it was so beautiful...
"Come..." it drawled, and I wondered what it meant. "Come...to me..." it drawled again, and it coiled around my hand, making me sigh. It lulled me back to sleep until the door swung open full force, making me jerk up. One man stood in the light just then, his arm outstretched,
"Come with me..." his voice was faint, and I needed to hear him. "Come with me..." it was so gentle and luring...I stood, my feet touching the cold floor, and took few steps and hugged that man. I could see his face now, thin, pale. His eyes a deep russet, just like his hair, short with a bit of a curl. He smiled at me, a twinkle in his eye...and my eyes watered...
"Daddy..." and everything flashed, whirling, and-
"Agh!" I jerked from my bed in a cold sweat, glancing around, I could only spot one person in the doorway, Malfoy. I was panting, my hair clung to my face and I couldn't help but want that person back...but he's not my father...then why was I thinking about it...I just don't know...
DRACO POVI leaned on the outside of her doorway, watching her, keeping her safe from harm as Riddle told me to do. I cocked my head, studying her, the way drool slid down her cheek, quite funny actually. Then her face looked a bit contorted, and I jumped once she jerked up, a foul sound emanating from her mouth. She looked a bit shaken, and she looked at me, seemingly she didn't care either.
"..." I raised my eyebrow, as if asking her to explain, but she was thinking still, "Dinner's in 10 minutes, I suggest you get down there. Her head snapped up at me, and I grinned, walking out. Leaving her on a bit of a cliffhanger. I don't know if she knows, but I think I know what her dream was about, but then again, it could've been Pothead being a git. I left for dinner, waiting the plan at hand since I got the all right from Riddle, himself. 'Just don't harm my heir...' he kept muttering. I guess no shagging if that's what he means, but he didn't say anything about snogging.
THIRD POVRon and Harry were sitting at the table, looking at the empty cups, and they raced for one, putting the potion in, their heartbeats racing. This may not be the first time they deceive their friend, but it might be the first time they get away for it.
"Bullocks!" Blaise seethed, searching his pockets, and Pansy did the same thing that Ron did with Hermione's cup. "Pansy! Did you take something of mine?" and she looked at the handsome boy with evil eyes,
"Take what?" she asked angrily, clearly, she was a great actress.
"Ugh, nothing!" Blaise went searching again and Pansy was going to sit right in front of an empty seat.
"Hi, guys." Goyle took 'Drakiepoo's' spot, and Pansy went red, but she didn't blow her cover. "This cup is a bit wet..." and Goyle handed it to Blaise,
"It's fine!" He yelled, and Goyle looked hurt, "Fine, I'll take it!" Blaise grabbed the cup and watched Draco waltz in, Hermione a ways behind him. By the time she got in, the goblets were filled, and Pansy tried stealing that goblet from Blaise,
"What is your problem?!" Blaise wailed, "I think you stole my potion!" Blaise glared at her, ad he drunk a smidgen of his drink, looking at the Gryffindor table, his eyes no longer holding a cold, dark feeling. Pansy sunk into her chair, all hope was lost. "...Ginny..." he whispered to himself, feeling warmth in the depth of his being.
"Stop staring like that, Blaise." Draco slapped his back. "We still have that letter as back up."
Hermione was chewing on a butter roll, while Ron kept looking at her every time she looked at her goblet. She glared over at the Slytherin table, and t looked like Draco was choking Blaise, or trying to, and she took a bit of her drink, just about to yell about him, but she stopped. Ron grinned and began talking to Hermione. She heard not a single word. Her fingers twitched, and she cocked her head to the side, and kept staring at Malfoy. All she could think was that he was gorgeous, an angel, serene...the hottest thing on the face of the earth and she felt a pooling in her stomach.
Harry tapped Ron and got him to stop talking, and turned their gaze to the Slytherin table. Ron looked back and forth and groaned,
"Bloody Hell!" he wailed and Harry had an unknown feeling to laugh, but he didn't, and this was quite serious.
"Why won't he stop staring?!" Ginny looked at Blaise, "I told him to stop earlier!"
"Hey, that girl's lookin' at you funny." Goyle told Draco, and he stared back at her, and she looked like she was in a dreamy state, her face flushed.
"I think she's sleeping..." Pansy was looking quite angry, and Draco then noticed.
"She had the potion!" he pat Blaise's back and he stuttered.
"Y-yea...right."
"Blaise...you ok?" Draco looked concerned, and he just replied,
"In love...need help..."
"...A Weasley?!" and he nodded, the same actions as Hermione, and Pansy looked down, "You! You gave him the potion too?!" Draco was on the verge of beating Pansy senseless and laughing until he died. Pansy didn't answer, she just left for her room earlier.
Ron gripped Hermione's head, forcing her to look at him and she lost that feeling,
"What are you doing?!" She pulled away from him, and he replied,
"You were staring at Malfoy."
"I was not."
"Indeed you were." Harry chewed on his chicken as if he didn't know anything had happened.
"He's really bugging me..." Ginny said and left after giving the trio a hug, and Hermione just picked up some bits of food and carried it with her out.
"Ginny! Wait, who's staring at you?"
"Blaise...and it bugs me."
"I bet! But I have a question, was I staring at Malfoy?"
"No idea. See ya'." And Hermione sighed and went for her dorm.
"Well...the plan is sorta' working." Draco pat Blaise's back and he jumped,
"What? I wasn't staring." He hurriedly ate some beef and a roll, stuffing his mouth until he couldn't speak.
"Don't suffocate. I'm gone." Draco stood and left, he had something important to do.
HERMIONE POVI crept up to the portrait of Godric and Salazar, and muttered the words Cookie Dough, and they let me in without hesitation. I have no idea why though, and I was quite confused about what was going on. Me? Stare at Malfoy? No way in hell. I stepped in and set my food on the coffee table between the two couches, and tried to eat.
"Having trouble?" and I jerked my head,
"Malfoy?!" I couldn't tell if I was happy, or angry at him for scaring me again, but that fluttering came upon me again, and my eyes drooped.
"...You ok?" he asked me, and I wanted to scream at him,
"Yes. I-I'm fine."
"You're staring."
"Am not!" I yelled, forcing myself to look away, and I could tell his face went pleading,
"Can you come with me for a second?" he asked nicely. Nicely! I couldn't hold back, and I stood, and said sure, soaking this view in, he was such an angel... "Come with me." He took my hand and an instant heat shot through me, and I was engulfed by light as he pulled me to the window in his colder room. It was a silver and green room, much like mine, but his snake moved on the bed, and I was aghast.
"It moves?"
"Sneaky, ain't it?" and he opened the window, gripping his broom.
"No...no, no, no!" I stepped back and he put on a soft face and smiled. Not a cold, sarcastic smirk, a gentle, warm smile. I felt myself being drawn to him and he held me tightly as he set me on the broom.
"I can't let you get hurt." I was swooning, my head spinning 'round and 'round. It was heaven, until he took off into that black sky, hundreds of feet off the ground.
"I want to go back!" now I felt like crying my...love stricken eyes out.
"We're almost there..." he whispered in her ear as he held her tighter, and she shivered. And down on the ground stood a man draped in a cloak, his curly russet hair was astray on his head. Then a cold feeling came upon me as I noticed who I was with, where I was, and WHAT I WAS DOING!
"AHH! LET ME GO YOU PERVERT!" I wailed, making it all the harder for him to maneuver his broom.
"GRANGER, CUT IT OUT! STOP IT!" and I could see the man on the ground gape up at the sky, his eyes wide from fear. I couldn't place him, but he seemed familiar somehow. Malfoy landed quite roughly, his broomstick breaking as we fell off, his arms still wrapped around my body. I didn't feel the shock of the ground, but I'm sure he did.
"Malfoy! Is she hurt?" the man hastily walked up, pulling me up by my hand, holding me close, checking me. Whoever this was, he was so caring and... so...so...loving...
"No..." he panted and winced as he stood up, "She's fine..." he dusted himself off and shook his hair out until it was that dazzling blonde.
"Hermione..." He looked at me, and a flash of my dream shot through my head, and I had the urge to call him by that name reserved by Daniel Granger.
"Who...are you?" my eyes scanned over his face, the defined cheekbones, the chocolaty eyes similar to my own, his smile...
"I've come for you...Hermione Ibis Riddle." And he hugged me tightly, the shock rushing through my body, and I pushed him back and his face turned soft.
"I'm Hermione Granger, you have the wrong person!"
"No such thing...I have exactly who I wanted to have." And he looked to Draco who looked to me, and I could tell, he didn't believe this at first either, I mean, how could I, Mudblood Granger, be the daughter of Lord Voldemort, himself?! I refused to believe it.
"You...have that stunning resemblance." Draco looked down, obviously embarrassed by saying this.
"No, I am NOT his daughter. I belong to Daniel GRANGER!"
"No, you were adopted INTO the Grangers. I know you, more than you would know. And I will tell you the complete truth."
Truth? What truth was he talking about...is there something I don't know?