Chapter 11
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" said Hermione. She had been startled when Snape had requested her presence in Dumbledore's office earlier that morning, but had complied anyway. Besides, she needed to avoid Draco. What had she been thinking? How could she have kissed him? Her third greatest enemy, Slytherin king, and she had kissed him. He must have put something in her drink. But something inside her heart spoke differently.
"Yes, Miss Granger," said Dumbledore breaking into her thoughts. "It has come to my attention, and to Professor Snape's, that you and Mr. Malfoy have forged a relationship of sorts."
Hermione swallowed. "Well, I suppose that is true. But neither of us intended it to go as far as it did. I hope we didn't do anything wrong."
"No, no, Hermione," said Dumbledore with a grave face. "But I need to ask you a few rather personal questions. Do you mind?"
'Yes,' thought Hermione. But she said, "No."
"Very well," said Dumbledore, exchanging a look with Snape who was standing sentry behind Hermione. "Do you care for Draco?"
Hermione's breath hitched. Did she? Was it all an illusion? Was she deluding herself? No, she wasn't. "Yes, I do. Very much," she whispered.
Dumbledore sighed. "Does he know how you feel?"
"I don't know."
"Does he reciprocate your feelings?"
Hermione snorted. "If the way he kissed out in the garden was any indication, I'd say yes," she gasped. That wasn't meant to be spoken out loud. "I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to--"
Dumbledore chuckled. "Quite all right my dear. We are well aware of your encounter in the garden." He sobered. "There is something you need to know."
"What's wrong?" asked Hermione.
Dumbledore reached underneath his desk and pulled out a small glass globe. "I believe you know what this is?"
Hermione nodded. "It's a prophecy from the Ministry of Magic. But why is it here? What does it have to do with me and Draco?"
"I retrieved this prophecy from the Ministry several years ago, Miss Granger," said Snape for the first time. "Apparently it involves Draco, his father, you, and myself."
"What does it say?" asked Hermione. "I have a right to know. It's about me."
"This prophecy has been kept a secret from everyone but Severus and me," Dumbledore spoke. "It is imperative that nothing we hear goes beyond this room.
"Of course," said Hermione.
Dumbledore gestured towards to glass sphere. Hermione picked up and dropped on the desk, shattering the dusty orb.
A silvery figure floated onto the desk in front of them. It had a plethora of hair and Hermione couldn't tell if it was male or female. It began speaking in a raspy voice.
"The Dark Lord will be vanquished and Light will win, but not all victory is sweet. The father of a warrior will betray him, another warrior will heal his wounds, and yet another will save them both. The life of all rests with the warriors, they must destroy the evil before it is too late. Only they can destroy it. One will die, two will be joined. One from shadow and one from light will create the strongest warrior of all. They must be protected. One must destroy his own sire, one will die, one will protect all, two must be bound for the plan to succeed. One will save the life of another at the expense of his own, one will save the life of another at the expense of another. All this must happen for the Light to shine through.
The shadowy ghost faded into the air and left Hermione gawking in its wake.
A/N: There's the prophecy! It's kind of nebulous, but I hope you like it! Review please! More D/H action in the next chapter! Sorry for anyone who read the pseudo-chapter 11! I forgot to put some things in the prophecy that needed to be there! But I hope this is okay!
"You wanted to see me, Professor?" said Hermione. She had been startled when Snape had requested her presence in Dumbledore's office earlier that morning, but had complied anyway. Besides, she needed to avoid Draco. What had she been thinking? How could she have kissed him? Her third greatest enemy, Slytherin king, and she had kissed him. He must have put something in her drink. But something inside her heart spoke differently.
"Yes, Miss Granger," said Dumbledore breaking into her thoughts. "It has come to my attention, and to Professor Snape's, that you and Mr. Malfoy have forged a relationship of sorts."
Hermione swallowed. "Well, I suppose that is true. But neither of us intended it to go as far as it did. I hope we didn't do anything wrong."
"No, no, Hermione," said Dumbledore with a grave face. "But I need to ask you a few rather personal questions. Do you mind?"
'Yes,' thought Hermione. But she said, "No."
"Very well," said Dumbledore, exchanging a look with Snape who was standing sentry behind Hermione. "Do you care for Draco?"
Hermione's breath hitched. Did she? Was it all an illusion? Was she deluding herself? No, she wasn't. "Yes, I do. Very much," she whispered.
Dumbledore sighed. "Does he know how you feel?"
"I don't know."
"Does he reciprocate your feelings?"
Hermione snorted. "If the way he kissed out in the garden was any indication, I'd say yes," she gasped. That wasn't meant to be spoken out loud. "I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to--"
Dumbledore chuckled. "Quite all right my dear. We are well aware of your encounter in the garden." He sobered. "There is something you need to know."
"What's wrong?" asked Hermione.
Dumbledore reached underneath his desk and pulled out a small glass globe. "I believe you know what this is?"
Hermione nodded. "It's a prophecy from the Ministry of Magic. But why is it here? What does it have to do with me and Draco?"
"I retrieved this prophecy from the Ministry several years ago, Miss Granger," said Snape for the first time. "Apparently it involves Draco, his father, you, and myself."
"What does it say?" asked Hermione. "I have a right to know. It's about me."
"This prophecy has been kept a secret from everyone but Severus and me," Dumbledore spoke. "It is imperative that nothing we hear goes beyond this room.
"Of course," said Hermione.
Dumbledore gestured towards to glass sphere. Hermione picked up and dropped on the desk, shattering the dusty orb.
A silvery figure floated onto the desk in front of them. It had a plethora of hair and Hermione couldn't tell if it was male or female. It began speaking in a raspy voice.
"The Dark Lord will be vanquished and Light will win, but not all victory is sweet. The father of a warrior will betray him, another warrior will heal his wounds, and yet another will save them both. The life of all rests with the warriors, they must destroy the evil before it is too late. Only they can destroy it. One will die, two will be joined. One from shadow and one from light will create the strongest warrior of all. They must be protected. One must destroy his own sire, one will die, one will protect all, two must be bound for the plan to succeed. One will save the life of another at the expense of his own, one will save the life of another at the expense of another. All this must happen for the Light to shine through.
The shadowy ghost faded into the air and left Hermione gawking in its wake.
A/N: There's the prophecy! It's kind of nebulous, but I hope you like it! Review please! More D/H action in the next chapter! Sorry for anyone who read the pseudo-chapter 11! I forgot to put some things in the prophecy that needed to be there! But I hope this is okay!
