Gems in the eyes of the world
Disclaimer: I own nothing, although I wish I did own something. I mean, who wouldn't want to own a part of the 'project' that has made one woman richer than the queen? But then again, apparently, the royal family aren't all that rich . . . I wonder if I could still be richer than the queen with . . . hmmm, four pounds and ninety eight pence . . .
Thank you to the following folks:
. Happigolucki616 ~ Lol, don't worry, I won't let Dwakie-poo die, and neither will Hermsi! Lol. Thanks so much for reviewing this and crazy etc. You know it means a lot!
. Milocachica ~ were you? I was too when I was writing – to be honest though, that wasn't planned, I just started to type the chappie and it just came out! I find stuff like that freaky and strange . . . don't you? Anyways, here's the next chappie, really hope you enjoy (fingers crossed)!!!
. Cho Chang-Emotional Dark Hole ~ I guess what you predict is what you predict, I'm not going to tell you if you're right or not! Hehe, I love your fic under the mask, its awesome and so well written! LOVE IT!! (Grinning over here . . .) Thanks for the review, so nice of you . . .
. Some 12 ~ Good, I'm not the only one who forgets what I write. It's really lovely to know that you're not alone in this big world of ours . . . lol, god I sound so logical, its kind of scary. Hermione needs to find five, and only five, gems, cus that's how many there are altogether. I think it's a good length, for a fic anyway. I was going to have seven . . .
. Natyslacks ~ Hey, what you predicted, about Draco and everything, someone else said exactly the same thing! I think that's freaky but then again, grannies freak me out . . . you're not a granny are you? * Looks dodgy* Lol, anyways, thanks for the review, hope you like this chappie.
. Spaced Out Space Cadet ~ Aw, thanks, I didn't know if it was cute or not, I just type, you know? Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this chappie, and review afterwards as well! THANKS!
. Ding ~ Doesn't Voldemort already know about the gems and everything? Or did I think I write that but I really didn't? Grr, now I am so confused, its well annoying. Lol, but thanks for the review, mucho appreciated!
Chapter nine
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"The trees swayed in the darkness and the moonlight gleaming on them in an almost haunting way.
One girl and one girl alone felt the breeze inside of her. Her hair stood on end as her thoughts wandered towards him.
Him.
The 'him' that had caused all this sadness, this frustration, this pang in her heart that made her despise love more and more by the second that she breathed. She looked up to see the full moon, shadowed by the branches of the over-grown trees. The beauty of the moon left her speechless, and her fond thoughts of him made tears come to her eyes.
He had hurt her, yet she still loved him as if he was her life, her warmth, and her energy. Why, she had no idea, but her other loved ones had warned her of his faults, and yet she had not listened, but had continued to pine for him endlessly. Why was she so foolish, even when she knew it?"
*
Hermione slowly closed the book that she had been reading. It was called 'Winter days', by someone called 'Joan Orwinne'. She had already read it before, but for some strange reason, she had been scanning over her bookcase, and her hand had just landed on this book. This one book.
She had no explanation of why she had picked it, but she had remembered that the last time she read it, it had brought tears to her eyes. Then again, she had read it when she was fourteen.
The book was based upon a girl, aged eighteen, who had fallen tragically for a man that was 'higher up' than she. He had used her, when she had loved him so dearly, and yet when she tried to get over him, she found that she could not. The story did not have any true ending, for it did not have the man chase after the heroin, after realising how good the heroin really was. Oh no, the heroin caught a tragic disease, and died, leaving the man to realise how empty he truly felt without her.
Sometimes, Hermione wondered whether she had wanted the book to have that ending or not. Of course, a happy ending would have been nice and cheery, but life wasn't like that, and Hermione liked things that were to do with reality.
Slowly, her hand reached up to her lips. They were soft and moist, like soft fruits. She remembered what had happened just that afternoon. Draco still had not come out of her room, so she assumed that he had actually fallen asleep. She, of course, had not slept on the sofa - not even for a second.
Sighing, Hermione placed the book carefully on her coffee table and decided to cook something to eat. After all, she couldn't go out to eat without Draco, and she really couldn't face Draco, not quite yet anyway.
But, what to eat? She didn't feel like dinner yet, it was too early, and she wasn't all that good at preparing any proper food. Snacks, yes, snacks would be good.
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Draco looked up at the clock above Hermione's desk. It read 9:24. He gulped. Maybe she was asleep by now, after all, he hadn't heard any noise from the living room for ages. But then again, maybe she was just sitting still, like he was.
Slowly, he opened the door, making sure that it wouldn't creak, just in case it woke Hermione – if she was even asleep that was.
He peeked around the door and saw a ball curled up on the sofa, a mass of bushy brown hair peeking out from underneath folded arms. Very slowly, he closed the door behind him as he crept out into the living room to take another look.
As Draco neared her, he spotted two small plates on the table, and two small cups of milk. One of them was piled with different types of cookies, while the other only contained a few crumbs. On the plate filled with cookies, a post-it note was left. It read:
'To Draco,
I didn't make any dinner, as I'm not that good at doing so. If you come out, eat these - they taste very nice.
Hermione.'
He looked at her, all curled up on the sofa, her face hidden beneath her hair. She looked cold, rather too cold for Draco's liking. He took his robe off and carefully covered her with it, but only just so much that her head (or what seemed to be her head) was still showing.
'Why did I just do that?' He wondered to himself, 'Well . . . its not as if I'm cold right now . . .'
Draco stood and looked at her for a while. He couldn't even see her properly, and yet he was just standing there, staring at her. He blinked before taking the plate of cookies and heading back into Hermione's room.
Hermione watched as Draco went back into her room. Good. He hadn't noticed that she was actually awake. She lifted her head from the sofa as she heard him shut the door quietly behind him.
Carefully, she fingered the robe that he had placed on top of her, and lifted it to her nose. It smelt of something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but she thought the smell was definitely very . . . Draco. She closed her eyes and let the smell slowly captivate her.
'What am I doing?' She pondered to herself, sitting up and placing the robe aside, 'I can't think of him like this, this isn't how it was supposed to be . . .'
But even though she knew it was wrong, it felt so right.
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She would have to face him soon. Slowly, Hermione breathed deeply before knocking on her bedroom door. She heard a grunt from inside, meaning that she was allowed to enter.
"Er, hi," She began nervously, trying to ignore her cheeks flushing, "I was just thinking about that time turner . . ."
Draco looked up at her, his eyes blank as usual. He looked away, scared that he might not be able to control himself. He had never felt this way before, and it scared him – the fact that he didn't even know what he, himself, was going to do next.
"I was thinking that maybe we should use it now, seeing as you can't be alone in case something happens, and I'm sure Professor wouldn't have sent it unless it had something to do with searching for the stone! I can't waste any more time, I don't know how long Harry can last . . ."
Hermione tried her best not to let her emotions take control. She hadn't thought about Harry for a while now, mainly because she had Draco on her mind, but now, all her memories came flooding back, and she felt kind of guilty for forgetting about searching for the stones, even for a minute.
"When."
She looked at him to find him gazing at her.
"When what?"
"When shall we be going, using that time turner thing?"
"Tomorrow morning. So its best if we get some sleep for tonight."
"Alright, I'll take the sofa. I've already had your bed for long enough today."
Without another word, Draco had walked swiftly from the room, and the uncomfortable atmosphere, leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts. Sometimes, just sometimes, Hermione wished she would stop thinking. Once she was alone and in the dark, she would start to think useless thoughts to herself and make herself paranoid. That was not the way that she wanted to be.
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The next morning, Hermione awoke with the sun in her eyes. She glanced at her clock as she tried to sit up. It was eight thirty - she should really have been up already.
She released a loud yawn and shook her head, trying to wake herself up. Today, Draco and herself would have to travel back in time and see whether they could find a stone, but how far back in time they would travel - she really had no idea. Come to think of it, if she travelled too much into the past, her flat might not have even been built yet, and then she would be lost, wondering where and how they had ended up where they did.
Quickly, Hermione washed and dressed before hurriedly exited the room, grabbing the time turner as she did so.
"I see you're finally awake," Draco drawled, his back towards her.
"Sorry, I was just thinking Draco; this block of flats isn't exactly old. If we travel too far back in time, when this flat wasn't even built yet, then we would be lost. Or, if this flat were still here, whoever lives here back then, would be surprised to see some strange people suddenly appear in their home. We need to find a place that we are certain would have been here a long time ago, and also, the people surrounding the area must not be surprised to see unfamiliar people walking around . . . any ideas?" Hermione gabbled.
Draco turned around; he looked tired, as though he hadn't slept all night.
"I can think of one place – the one place that I don't exactly want to go back to," Draco paused and sighed.
"Hogwarts."
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The journey to Hogwarts had been a very quiet one. Hermione and Draco had agreed to both fly to Hogwarts on a rented broom. Hermione could not use a broom properly, and therefore had to fly with Draco, holding onto his waist. They had both tried their bests to ignore the fact that there was no gap between their bodies, and had succeeded with a certain amount of self- control. Now, they stood on the Hogwarts grounds, gazing around at the landscape.
Hermione had not been here for only a few months, and yet she found the place foreign, and strange.
"Ah, I was wondering when you would arrive!"
A voice from behind alerted Hermione and Draco. They both turned and found Dumbledore, standing and gazing at them through his half moon spectacles.
"Professor! How did you –
"I have my ways Miss Granger. A true magician never reveals his tricks," Dumbledore winked, "Now, before you use that time turner of yours, I have something that I must warn you of. Before, when you were thirteen and using this time turner, you only travelled back for, say, a few hours? For this journey, you shall travel a much, much, longer time period, and the difference between a few hours and a few years, is that once the time turner reaches over ten years, the time NOW, shall continue to run, whereas if it was only a few hours, there would just be two of you until the time when you used the time turner."
(A/N: Sorry to interrupt – I don't know if that's true or not, so please, just stick with me here, if I'm not making any sense, tell me – I always confuse people . . .)
"Professor," Hermione began, "I'm not sure I understand."
"Basically," Draco answered her, "When you turn the time turner back so that we're back in this time again, because we may have travelled such a long time back, the time NOW would have continued to carry on going – so we would be back at this exact time, but things may be different. Once you've meddled in the past, things might have changed, like, events being different, people being different. If we don't interfere much, there won't be much difference, but if we do . . . then, no one would know the consequences."
Hermione gazed at Draco for a while. It amazed her that he made so much sense, and that he could mature so quickly, just when he wanted to. But then again, people were like that sometimes.
"I understand."
"Good," Dumbledore nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, "Oh, and before I forget, I have placed two Hogwarts uniforms – one Slytherin, the other Gryffindor – for you both to wear in my office. It is better for you to fit in. You shall use that time turner in my office – remember to be quick, careful and as secretive as possible."
"We will professor," Hermione smiled weakly, a feeling of dread deep within her, "We will."
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So there's chappie nine, thanks for taking time to read this, and please do click that button saying 'go' so you can review! I won't type much more so I can get on with typing chappie ten for you all! Lol.
~Bah, humbug,
~Meebo
Disclaimer: I own nothing, although I wish I did own something. I mean, who wouldn't want to own a part of the 'project' that has made one woman richer than the queen? But then again, apparently, the royal family aren't all that rich . . . I wonder if I could still be richer than the queen with . . . hmmm, four pounds and ninety eight pence . . .
Thank you to the following folks:
. Happigolucki616 ~ Lol, don't worry, I won't let Dwakie-poo die, and neither will Hermsi! Lol. Thanks so much for reviewing this and crazy etc. You know it means a lot!
. Milocachica ~ were you? I was too when I was writing – to be honest though, that wasn't planned, I just started to type the chappie and it just came out! I find stuff like that freaky and strange . . . don't you? Anyways, here's the next chappie, really hope you enjoy (fingers crossed)!!!
. Cho Chang-Emotional Dark Hole ~ I guess what you predict is what you predict, I'm not going to tell you if you're right or not! Hehe, I love your fic under the mask, its awesome and so well written! LOVE IT!! (Grinning over here . . .) Thanks for the review, so nice of you . . .
. Some 12 ~ Good, I'm not the only one who forgets what I write. It's really lovely to know that you're not alone in this big world of ours . . . lol, god I sound so logical, its kind of scary. Hermione needs to find five, and only five, gems, cus that's how many there are altogether. I think it's a good length, for a fic anyway. I was going to have seven . . .
. Natyslacks ~ Hey, what you predicted, about Draco and everything, someone else said exactly the same thing! I think that's freaky but then again, grannies freak me out . . . you're not a granny are you? * Looks dodgy* Lol, anyways, thanks for the review, hope you like this chappie.
. Spaced Out Space Cadet ~ Aw, thanks, I didn't know if it was cute or not, I just type, you know? Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this chappie, and review afterwards as well! THANKS!
. Ding ~ Doesn't Voldemort already know about the gems and everything? Or did I think I write that but I really didn't? Grr, now I am so confused, its well annoying. Lol, but thanks for the review, mucho appreciated!
Chapter nine
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"The trees swayed in the darkness and the moonlight gleaming on them in an almost haunting way.
One girl and one girl alone felt the breeze inside of her. Her hair stood on end as her thoughts wandered towards him.
Him.
The 'him' that had caused all this sadness, this frustration, this pang in her heart that made her despise love more and more by the second that she breathed. She looked up to see the full moon, shadowed by the branches of the over-grown trees. The beauty of the moon left her speechless, and her fond thoughts of him made tears come to her eyes.
He had hurt her, yet she still loved him as if he was her life, her warmth, and her energy. Why, she had no idea, but her other loved ones had warned her of his faults, and yet she had not listened, but had continued to pine for him endlessly. Why was she so foolish, even when she knew it?"
*
Hermione slowly closed the book that she had been reading. It was called 'Winter days', by someone called 'Joan Orwinne'. She had already read it before, but for some strange reason, she had been scanning over her bookcase, and her hand had just landed on this book. This one book.
She had no explanation of why she had picked it, but she had remembered that the last time she read it, it had brought tears to her eyes. Then again, she had read it when she was fourteen.
The book was based upon a girl, aged eighteen, who had fallen tragically for a man that was 'higher up' than she. He had used her, when she had loved him so dearly, and yet when she tried to get over him, she found that she could not. The story did not have any true ending, for it did not have the man chase after the heroin, after realising how good the heroin really was. Oh no, the heroin caught a tragic disease, and died, leaving the man to realise how empty he truly felt without her.
Sometimes, Hermione wondered whether she had wanted the book to have that ending or not. Of course, a happy ending would have been nice and cheery, but life wasn't like that, and Hermione liked things that were to do with reality.
Slowly, her hand reached up to her lips. They were soft and moist, like soft fruits. She remembered what had happened just that afternoon. Draco still had not come out of her room, so she assumed that he had actually fallen asleep. She, of course, had not slept on the sofa - not even for a second.
Sighing, Hermione placed the book carefully on her coffee table and decided to cook something to eat. After all, she couldn't go out to eat without Draco, and she really couldn't face Draco, not quite yet anyway.
But, what to eat? She didn't feel like dinner yet, it was too early, and she wasn't all that good at preparing any proper food. Snacks, yes, snacks would be good.
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Draco looked up at the clock above Hermione's desk. It read 9:24. He gulped. Maybe she was asleep by now, after all, he hadn't heard any noise from the living room for ages. But then again, maybe she was just sitting still, like he was.
Slowly, he opened the door, making sure that it wouldn't creak, just in case it woke Hermione – if she was even asleep that was.
He peeked around the door and saw a ball curled up on the sofa, a mass of bushy brown hair peeking out from underneath folded arms. Very slowly, he closed the door behind him as he crept out into the living room to take another look.
As Draco neared her, he spotted two small plates on the table, and two small cups of milk. One of them was piled with different types of cookies, while the other only contained a few crumbs. On the plate filled with cookies, a post-it note was left. It read:
'To Draco,
I didn't make any dinner, as I'm not that good at doing so. If you come out, eat these - they taste very nice.
Hermione.'
He looked at her, all curled up on the sofa, her face hidden beneath her hair. She looked cold, rather too cold for Draco's liking. He took his robe off and carefully covered her with it, but only just so much that her head (or what seemed to be her head) was still showing.
'Why did I just do that?' He wondered to himself, 'Well . . . its not as if I'm cold right now . . .'
Draco stood and looked at her for a while. He couldn't even see her properly, and yet he was just standing there, staring at her. He blinked before taking the plate of cookies and heading back into Hermione's room.
Hermione watched as Draco went back into her room. Good. He hadn't noticed that she was actually awake. She lifted her head from the sofa as she heard him shut the door quietly behind him.
Carefully, she fingered the robe that he had placed on top of her, and lifted it to her nose. It smelt of something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but she thought the smell was definitely very . . . Draco. She closed her eyes and let the smell slowly captivate her.
'What am I doing?' She pondered to herself, sitting up and placing the robe aside, 'I can't think of him like this, this isn't how it was supposed to be . . .'
But even though she knew it was wrong, it felt so right.
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She would have to face him soon. Slowly, Hermione breathed deeply before knocking on her bedroom door. She heard a grunt from inside, meaning that she was allowed to enter.
"Er, hi," She began nervously, trying to ignore her cheeks flushing, "I was just thinking about that time turner . . ."
Draco looked up at her, his eyes blank as usual. He looked away, scared that he might not be able to control himself. He had never felt this way before, and it scared him – the fact that he didn't even know what he, himself, was going to do next.
"I was thinking that maybe we should use it now, seeing as you can't be alone in case something happens, and I'm sure Professor wouldn't have sent it unless it had something to do with searching for the stone! I can't waste any more time, I don't know how long Harry can last . . ."
Hermione tried her best not to let her emotions take control. She hadn't thought about Harry for a while now, mainly because she had Draco on her mind, but now, all her memories came flooding back, and she felt kind of guilty for forgetting about searching for the stones, even for a minute.
"When."
She looked at him to find him gazing at her.
"When what?"
"When shall we be going, using that time turner thing?"
"Tomorrow morning. So its best if we get some sleep for tonight."
"Alright, I'll take the sofa. I've already had your bed for long enough today."
Without another word, Draco had walked swiftly from the room, and the uncomfortable atmosphere, leaving Hermione alone with her thoughts. Sometimes, just sometimes, Hermione wished she would stop thinking. Once she was alone and in the dark, she would start to think useless thoughts to herself and make herself paranoid. That was not the way that she wanted to be.
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The next morning, Hermione awoke with the sun in her eyes. She glanced at her clock as she tried to sit up. It was eight thirty - she should really have been up already.
She released a loud yawn and shook her head, trying to wake herself up. Today, Draco and herself would have to travel back in time and see whether they could find a stone, but how far back in time they would travel - she really had no idea. Come to think of it, if she travelled too much into the past, her flat might not have even been built yet, and then she would be lost, wondering where and how they had ended up where they did.
Quickly, Hermione washed and dressed before hurriedly exited the room, grabbing the time turner as she did so.
"I see you're finally awake," Draco drawled, his back towards her.
"Sorry, I was just thinking Draco; this block of flats isn't exactly old. If we travel too far back in time, when this flat wasn't even built yet, then we would be lost. Or, if this flat were still here, whoever lives here back then, would be surprised to see some strange people suddenly appear in their home. We need to find a place that we are certain would have been here a long time ago, and also, the people surrounding the area must not be surprised to see unfamiliar people walking around . . . any ideas?" Hermione gabbled.
Draco turned around; he looked tired, as though he hadn't slept all night.
"I can think of one place – the one place that I don't exactly want to go back to," Draco paused and sighed.
"Hogwarts."
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The journey to Hogwarts had been a very quiet one. Hermione and Draco had agreed to both fly to Hogwarts on a rented broom. Hermione could not use a broom properly, and therefore had to fly with Draco, holding onto his waist. They had both tried their bests to ignore the fact that there was no gap between their bodies, and had succeeded with a certain amount of self- control. Now, they stood on the Hogwarts grounds, gazing around at the landscape.
Hermione had not been here for only a few months, and yet she found the place foreign, and strange.
"Ah, I was wondering when you would arrive!"
A voice from behind alerted Hermione and Draco. They both turned and found Dumbledore, standing and gazing at them through his half moon spectacles.
"Professor! How did you –
"I have my ways Miss Granger. A true magician never reveals his tricks," Dumbledore winked, "Now, before you use that time turner of yours, I have something that I must warn you of. Before, when you were thirteen and using this time turner, you only travelled back for, say, a few hours? For this journey, you shall travel a much, much, longer time period, and the difference between a few hours and a few years, is that once the time turner reaches over ten years, the time NOW, shall continue to run, whereas if it was only a few hours, there would just be two of you until the time when you used the time turner."
(A/N: Sorry to interrupt – I don't know if that's true or not, so please, just stick with me here, if I'm not making any sense, tell me – I always confuse people . . .)
"Professor," Hermione began, "I'm not sure I understand."
"Basically," Draco answered her, "When you turn the time turner back so that we're back in this time again, because we may have travelled such a long time back, the time NOW would have continued to carry on going – so we would be back at this exact time, but things may be different. Once you've meddled in the past, things might have changed, like, events being different, people being different. If we don't interfere much, there won't be much difference, but if we do . . . then, no one would know the consequences."
Hermione gazed at Draco for a while. It amazed her that he made so much sense, and that he could mature so quickly, just when he wanted to. But then again, people were like that sometimes.
"I understand."
"Good," Dumbledore nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, "Oh, and before I forget, I have placed two Hogwarts uniforms – one Slytherin, the other Gryffindor – for you both to wear in my office. It is better for you to fit in. You shall use that time turner in my office – remember to be quick, careful and as secretive as possible."
"We will professor," Hermione smiled weakly, a feeling of dread deep within her, "We will."
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So there's chappie nine, thanks for taking time to read this, and please do click that button saying 'go' so you can review! I won't type much more so I can get on with typing chappie ten for you all! Lol.
~Bah, humbug,
~Meebo