A Visit, A Curse, and Then Some...
"Yeh sit down, 'ermione, Leave the tea ter me."
"No no, I'll help..." Hermione insisted, hoisting herself from the cushioned seat. It was early afternoon when Hermione realized she was (without knowing it) beyond confused about her situation with Draco. Knowing Harry and Ron would rather do all the homework in the world than to be involved, Hermione decided to visit Hagrid, whom she came to depend on ever since the incident with Crookshanks and Scabbers (Peter Pettigrew)
Hagrid stopped her with a motion of his arm. "Oh no yer don'. Yer still sick. Won' want to catch a cold now."
"But I'm not sick!" reasoned Hermione. "Really."
"Nah, jus' stay where yer are, I'll handle it."
Hermione sat on the couch with a little sigh. "Fine fine, you win."
Hagrid brought the steaming tea over and set it down. "Ther we go, hot off the stove."
Hermione lifted the lid from one cup.
"So..." Hagrid grunted. "What did yer want ter talk ter me abou'?"
"Well, it's kind of complicated..." Hermione said in a small voice.
"Nothin' is too complicate' 'Ermione, yeh have to understan' that firs'" Hagrid replied, helping himself to some tea.
"All right... umm... what would you do if you...like someone, but..." Hermione picked her words carefully. "Your friends...kinda..."
"Hate 'em?" finished Hagrid. "Yeah tha' happens quite a bit now, doesn' it?" His beetle black eyes were smiling. "Min' tellin' meh who?"
Hermione took a breathe. "Draco."
Hagrid choked in mid-drink. He bolted up, his eyes surprised. "Tha' is serious!"
Hermione looked down, smiling slightly. "You too, huh?"
"No, no, don' git me wrong...it's... it's surprinsin.. tha's all.." Hagrid sighed heavily, rubbed the back of his neck, and plopped back down onto the many cushions. "I'll— I'll make o' cup o' tea..."
Hermione bit her lip as Hagrid fumbled for the teapot. She knew he didn't agree with her choice, considering all the horrible things Malfoy had said and done to him in the past.
"Er, Hagrid...we don't need anymore tea." Hermione pointed out.
"Eh? Oh! Righ' then... I'll jus'" He sat back down.
"W-we don't really have to go in the subject, really..."
"No, no, yeh go ahead, an' I'll do what I can ter help." Hagrid reassured her.
Hermione told him the whole story.
"Hmm..." Hagrid mumbled in deep thought. "What ter do..."
"I mean, I can't just jump to conclusions just of a few rescues," Hermoine said. "What if he's a—a spy or for Vol-You Know Who or something?"
"Tha' does come ter min', doesn' it?" Hagrid said. "But by the looks of it, Malfoy really does fancy yer."
Hermione groaned. "What am I suppose to do now?"
"Well, the obvious, if yer ask meh. Git ter know him better, perhaps he ain't that bad."
"What about Harry and Ron?" Hermione pressed on. "Both of them would jump at anything to kill Draco, and now I'm... you know..."
"Aahh," Hagrid laughed heartily. "I won' worry 'bout that if I were yer. Harry's a kind-hearted boy, head's o' bit clogged up at times, but he'll come 'round. Ron...big temper, but he'll be reasonable." Hagrid breathed, eyes flashing. "I'd be careful if I were yeh, tha' Malfoy's slick and quick. He's prolly up ter somethin' or another."
Hermione nodded. "Thank you Hagrid, you're help is greatly appreciated." She leaned forward and gave Hagrid a hug. Hagrid chuckled, patting her on the back gently.
"Off yeh go now," he instructed, sending Hermione off with a little jerk of his head.
~*~
"Draco!"
Draco turned. "What do you want, Mudblood?" his voice had returned to it's usual icy tone.
Hermione stopped to catch her breathe, a dozen books clutched in her arms.
"What's the use of those books? They're such a waste of time."
"They are not," Hermione retorted. "Books contain such information that one can never see if you don't sink into the pools of—"
"Spare me from your lame Shakespeare." Draco interrupted.
"You know Shakespeare?" Hermione asked, impressed. "And here I thought—"
"I don't know know him, I've read books" Draco flushed. "From my father's library. Came across it..."
"Whoa!" Hermione was thrilled. "Did you read Romeo and Juliet too?"
"What, the stupid girl who pretended she was dead and then the stupid guy who commits suicide—"
"They're not stupid." Hermione cut in.
"Yes they are," he shot back. "Why'd he want to commit suicide anyway? Just leave her to die."
Hermione was shocked. "They're in love, Draco!"
He looked pained. "Yeah yeah." He winced slightly.
"Draco?"
"Leave me alone."
"What's wrong?" Hermione felt fear singing through her vains.
"You." He said simply.
"What?!"
"You're the one who slapped me in Third Year."
"That's 'cus you said horrible things to Hagrid." Hermione said through gritted teeth at the very memory. "Besides, what does that got to do with—"
"Since that day I've been cursed to you're mortal blood. Unexpentingly it will sting me... anytime, anywhere."
Hermione stared. Then she remembered of a book she read in Muggle Studies entitled MORTAL CURSES. She clearly remembered that on pg 537, it stated: Touched by a mortal/half-blood with great power, sinister wizards (no matter how powerful) shall suffer from a curse. Unless the mortal who placed the curse removes it, or the wizard has changed his attitude towards life, the spell will never lift.
Slowly she walked up to Draco.
"What do you think you're doing?" he began.
Hermione put her finger up to his lips sharply to silence him. She then cupped her hand on his right cheek; the place where she had slapped him 3 years ago. She concentrated hard. Please let the spell lift...please...
When she finally removed her hand from his face, Draco was speechless.
"Doesn't hurt." He whispered, stunned.
"Problem solved." Hermione said happily.
"Thanks," he said stiffly.
What happened next was what Hermione couldn't explain. She took Draco's arm and rested her head on his sholder. She felt Draco tense up, but to her surprise, he relaxed a moment afterwards, and held her hand. They walked through the almost empty Great Hall, they're footsteps echoing.
"What is going on here?"
Hermione looked up.
There standing a few feet away, with the silver serpent staff in hand, stood Lucius Malfoy.
Well, this chapter is SUPPOSE to be short, but... Hmm... I've decided to put a cliffhanger in this chapter, to keep you pplz in suspense... Yes, thank me later xD. Cyaz!!
"Yeh sit down, 'ermione, Leave the tea ter me."
"No no, I'll help..." Hermione insisted, hoisting herself from the cushioned seat. It was early afternoon when Hermione realized she was (without knowing it) beyond confused about her situation with Draco. Knowing Harry and Ron would rather do all the homework in the world than to be involved, Hermione decided to visit Hagrid, whom she came to depend on ever since the incident with Crookshanks and Scabbers (Peter Pettigrew)
Hagrid stopped her with a motion of his arm. "Oh no yer don'. Yer still sick. Won' want to catch a cold now."
"But I'm not sick!" reasoned Hermione. "Really."
"Nah, jus' stay where yer are, I'll handle it."
Hermione sat on the couch with a little sigh. "Fine fine, you win."
Hagrid brought the steaming tea over and set it down. "Ther we go, hot off the stove."
Hermione lifted the lid from one cup.
"So..." Hagrid grunted. "What did yer want ter talk ter me abou'?"
"Well, it's kind of complicated..." Hermione said in a small voice.
"Nothin' is too complicate' 'Ermione, yeh have to understan' that firs'" Hagrid replied, helping himself to some tea.
"All right... umm... what would you do if you...like someone, but..." Hermione picked her words carefully. "Your friends...kinda..."
"Hate 'em?" finished Hagrid. "Yeah tha' happens quite a bit now, doesn' it?" His beetle black eyes were smiling. "Min' tellin' meh who?"
Hermione took a breathe. "Draco."
Hagrid choked in mid-drink. He bolted up, his eyes surprised. "Tha' is serious!"
Hermione looked down, smiling slightly. "You too, huh?"
"No, no, don' git me wrong...it's... it's surprinsin.. tha's all.." Hagrid sighed heavily, rubbed the back of his neck, and plopped back down onto the many cushions. "I'll— I'll make o' cup o' tea..."
Hermione bit her lip as Hagrid fumbled for the teapot. She knew he didn't agree with her choice, considering all the horrible things Malfoy had said and done to him in the past.
"Er, Hagrid...we don't need anymore tea." Hermione pointed out.
"Eh? Oh! Righ' then... I'll jus'" He sat back down.
"W-we don't really have to go in the subject, really..."
"No, no, yeh go ahead, an' I'll do what I can ter help." Hagrid reassured her.
Hermione told him the whole story.
"Hmm..." Hagrid mumbled in deep thought. "What ter do..."
"I mean, I can't just jump to conclusions just of a few rescues," Hermoine said. "What if he's a—a spy or for Vol-You Know Who or something?"
"Tha' does come ter min', doesn' it?" Hagrid said. "But by the looks of it, Malfoy really does fancy yer."
Hermione groaned. "What am I suppose to do now?"
"Well, the obvious, if yer ask meh. Git ter know him better, perhaps he ain't that bad."
"What about Harry and Ron?" Hermione pressed on. "Both of them would jump at anything to kill Draco, and now I'm... you know..."
"Aahh," Hagrid laughed heartily. "I won' worry 'bout that if I were yer. Harry's a kind-hearted boy, head's o' bit clogged up at times, but he'll come 'round. Ron...big temper, but he'll be reasonable." Hagrid breathed, eyes flashing. "I'd be careful if I were yeh, tha' Malfoy's slick and quick. He's prolly up ter somethin' or another."
Hermione nodded. "Thank you Hagrid, you're help is greatly appreciated." She leaned forward and gave Hagrid a hug. Hagrid chuckled, patting her on the back gently.
"Off yeh go now," he instructed, sending Hermione off with a little jerk of his head.
~*~
"Draco!"
Draco turned. "What do you want, Mudblood?" his voice had returned to it's usual icy tone.
Hermione stopped to catch her breathe, a dozen books clutched in her arms.
"What's the use of those books? They're such a waste of time."
"They are not," Hermione retorted. "Books contain such information that one can never see if you don't sink into the pools of—"
"Spare me from your lame Shakespeare." Draco interrupted.
"You know Shakespeare?" Hermione asked, impressed. "And here I thought—"
"I don't know know him, I've read books" Draco flushed. "From my father's library. Came across it..."
"Whoa!" Hermione was thrilled. "Did you read Romeo and Juliet too?"
"What, the stupid girl who pretended she was dead and then the stupid guy who commits suicide—"
"They're not stupid." Hermione cut in.
"Yes they are," he shot back. "Why'd he want to commit suicide anyway? Just leave her to die."
Hermione was shocked. "They're in love, Draco!"
He looked pained. "Yeah yeah." He winced slightly.
"Draco?"
"Leave me alone."
"What's wrong?" Hermione felt fear singing through her vains.
"You." He said simply.
"What?!"
"You're the one who slapped me in Third Year."
"That's 'cus you said horrible things to Hagrid." Hermione said through gritted teeth at the very memory. "Besides, what does that got to do with—"
"Since that day I've been cursed to you're mortal blood. Unexpentingly it will sting me... anytime, anywhere."
Hermione stared. Then she remembered of a book she read in Muggle Studies entitled MORTAL CURSES. She clearly remembered that on pg 537, it stated: Touched by a mortal/half-blood with great power, sinister wizards (no matter how powerful) shall suffer from a curse. Unless the mortal who placed the curse removes it, or the wizard has changed his attitude towards life, the spell will never lift.
Slowly she walked up to Draco.
"What do you think you're doing?" he began.
Hermione put her finger up to his lips sharply to silence him. She then cupped her hand on his right cheek; the place where she had slapped him 3 years ago. She concentrated hard. Please let the spell lift...please...
When she finally removed her hand from his face, Draco was speechless.
"Doesn't hurt." He whispered, stunned.
"Problem solved." Hermione said happily.
"Thanks," he said stiffly.
What happened next was what Hermione couldn't explain. She took Draco's arm and rested her head on his sholder. She felt Draco tense up, but to her surprise, he relaxed a moment afterwards, and held her hand. They walked through the almost empty Great Hall, they're footsteps echoing.
"What is going on here?"
Hermione looked up.
There standing a few feet away, with the silver serpent staff in hand, stood Lucius Malfoy.
Well, this chapter is SUPPOSE to be short, but... Hmm... I've decided to put a cliffhanger in this chapter, to keep you pplz in suspense... Yes, thank me later xD. Cyaz!!