Silver Blood, Family Feuds
Hermione felt as if all the wind has been knocked out of her, as she looked up at the stony face of Draco's Deatheater father.
"Well well well," Lucius' voice was icy with fury. "Nice day isn't it? Took Ms. Granger out for a stroll did you now, Draco?"
"Yes father," replied Draco coolly.
"I see..." he said in a dreadfully calm manner. His unblinking grey eyes fell on Hermione. She stared back determinedly until her eyes watered. Lucius dropped the gaze and approached Draco.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" he said sharply.
"You would do well, father not to meddle in my business." Draco said quietly.
Hermione couldn't believe it. She always knew Draco had been distant to his father, but to say such words...
Lucius advanced on them both. Hermione felt Draco's arm lift, pushing her slightly back.
"Come," Lucius said coldly. He brought his serpent staff down hard on Draco's shoulder. "You shall not be found associating with this..." he surveyed Hermione. "This Mudblood." His lips curled in an evil smirk. Hermione went red with anger.
"I'm not going anywhere." Draco said flatly.
Lucius froze. "What?!"
Draco repeated his phrase calmly.
Lucius strode up to him. "You will do as I say!"
"I already told you no."
"You—" Lucius' eyes bulged, his red face flecked with purple now, "You are a disgrace to Salazar Slytherin! You are a disgrace as my SON!" WACK! He brought his staff across Draco's cheek. The serpent's fangs grazed his skin, leaving a cut of not red, but silver. Silver liquid slowly oozed from the wound. Draco wiped it roughly, smirking. "Is that the best you can do?" Lucius made a jerking move towards his son, but seemed to reconsider when he heard Hermione's small whimper. He stepped towards her instead.
"Don't you come closer," warned Draco harshly, grabbing ahold of Hermione's arm and pulling out his wand. Lucius stopped in his tracks. "You dare to attack me, boy?"
"There's a lot of things I dare to do," Draco said, "And could do." His wand sparked dark green.
Lucius' eyes narrowed. He gave a last piercing look at Hermione, and stalked away, black robes rippling.
Hermione let out a breathe of relief. Draco's grip on her arm loosened and he let go almost immediately. "You should go now."
"But your cut..." Hermione said timidly.
"I can handle it," he answered, still slightly out of breathe. He used his robe sleeves to mob the flow of silver.
"Don't do that!" exclaimed Hermione. "It's gonna get infected."
"How do you know?" he asked piercingly.
"Well, other than the fact that it's common sense... c'mon"
Draco looked at her suspiciously. "Where?"
"Library."
~*~
"Ugh, I bet you're healing spell is about as worthless as a Githerdope in the Ice Age!"
Hermione looked up, mildly interested. "Githerdope?"
The two of them were seated on two chairs surrounding a round table. Madam Prince was seated in the distance, and every now and then a flip of the page was heard. Other than that, there was the light laughter of students outside having snowball fights.
"Yeah," said Draco carelessly, without looking at her. "The Beast who can only survive in warm...Hey! You're trying to get the best of me! You probably just acting dumb!"
"Oh no, really?" Hermione said innocently.
"Really. Well no way am I gonna—OW!"
Hermione laughed. "There, all done. Feel it healing?"
"I guess." He said shortly.
"So... tell me about your family."
"What about them?"
"I don't know, why are they so cold towards you?"
Draco turned to look at her. "What if I don't want to tell you?"
"Oh, um..." Hermione faltered. She cupped her chin between her hands. "Then you don't have to."
They were silent for awhile.
"I've always loved my mother."
Hermione looked at him weird. "Uhh, you do, I do and so does everyone else."
Draco rolled his eyes and smoothed his white blond hair. "I don't even know why I bother..."
"No, no, continue." urged Hermione.
"I have always loved my mother, but my father disapproved."
"Why?"
He gave her a pained look. "I'm getting to that dammit, if you'll just quit interrupting!"
"Alright alright!"
"My father disapproved because he—he felt dishonored by her. She turned down the offer of becoming You-Know-Who's first female deatheater."
Hermione listened with abated breath.
"So, my father kinda ditched her...but not completely. He still allowed her to live with us, but he would have nothing to do with her."
"How did your mother take it?" Hermione asked, knowing the answer.
"Cried." Draco said simply. "Cried day and night. But got a grip of herself later on. Anyway, my father now has hope that I would be the heir someday...become a deatheater leader."
"Do you WANT to, though?" Hermione questioned fearfully.
"You crazy? Who wants to float around all day and kiss the souls outta everybody?"
Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "Good, 'cus for a minute there I thought—"
"Well don't think that." he interrupted. "I have much better things to do with my life."
"Like being bullied by your father?"
"Shuddup!"
"No seriously!" Hermione remembered something. "Oh! I've been meaning to ask you... why was your blood—the wrong colour?"
"All Slytherins have silver blood." Draco said somewhat proudly. "Symbol of Salazar." Then catching Hermione's eye, "Not that I want to have Salazar Slytherin's blood floating through my vains, but..."
"Uh...huh... right. So anyway, does your mother hate Muggles too?"
Draco thought. "No, she just follows my father."
Hermione smiled. "So you get it from her side!"
"What?"
"Never mind." Suddenly, a thought hit Hermione. "Hey... why don't you come to spend the Christmas holidays with me?"
"Where?"
"Pshhh, at my house, duh!"
Draco looked blank. And then he said slowly, "What are we gonna do?"
"Hang, TV, play sports...Basketball, horsebackriding..."
"All Muggle stuff? How 'bout Quidditch?"
"I'll be able to squeeze that in..." said Hermione. "So is that a yes?"
"I'll think about it," said Draco, looking away, and Hermione could of sworn he was beaming.
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Well there you have it, the next chapter. It turned out okay. I JUST realized that HP the third movie is coming out June! Why does that bother me? Well... HARRY and Hermione seemed pretty darn close in the trailer, so... that would prolly alter my mind about who makes a better BF for Hermione. I've still got lots of ideas for Hermione and Draco, though, so dun worry ^_^
Anyone and everyone who wants a fic on Harry and Hermione... speak up! OH! I've had an idea for quite awhile about another Harry fic... yes romantic, involving a new character, Katie (not Katie Belle). Which one would you want to hear from, first? Keep in mind that I haven't thought of any adventures for Harry and Hermione, but for Harry and Katie, I've got the whole story planned out. Which one...? Thank you for all reviews! Cyaz! ^_^
Hermione felt as if all the wind has been knocked out of her, as she looked up at the stony face of Draco's Deatheater father.
"Well well well," Lucius' voice was icy with fury. "Nice day isn't it? Took Ms. Granger out for a stroll did you now, Draco?"
"Yes father," replied Draco coolly.
"I see..." he said in a dreadfully calm manner. His unblinking grey eyes fell on Hermione. She stared back determinedly until her eyes watered. Lucius dropped the gaze and approached Draco.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" he said sharply.
"You would do well, father not to meddle in my business." Draco said quietly.
Hermione couldn't believe it. She always knew Draco had been distant to his father, but to say such words...
Lucius advanced on them both. Hermione felt Draco's arm lift, pushing her slightly back.
"Come," Lucius said coldly. He brought his serpent staff down hard on Draco's shoulder. "You shall not be found associating with this..." he surveyed Hermione. "This Mudblood." His lips curled in an evil smirk. Hermione went red with anger.
"I'm not going anywhere." Draco said flatly.
Lucius froze. "What?!"
Draco repeated his phrase calmly.
Lucius strode up to him. "You will do as I say!"
"I already told you no."
"You—" Lucius' eyes bulged, his red face flecked with purple now, "You are a disgrace to Salazar Slytherin! You are a disgrace as my SON!" WACK! He brought his staff across Draco's cheek. The serpent's fangs grazed his skin, leaving a cut of not red, but silver. Silver liquid slowly oozed from the wound. Draco wiped it roughly, smirking. "Is that the best you can do?" Lucius made a jerking move towards his son, but seemed to reconsider when he heard Hermione's small whimper. He stepped towards her instead.
"Don't you come closer," warned Draco harshly, grabbing ahold of Hermione's arm and pulling out his wand. Lucius stopped in his tracks. "You dare to attack me, boy?"
"There's a lot of things I dare to do," Draco said, "And could do." His wand sparked dark green.
Lucius' eyes narrowed. He gave a last piercing look at Hermione, and stalked away, black robes rippling.
Hermione let out a breathe of relief. Draco's grip on her arm loosened and he let go almost immediately. "You should go now."
"But your cut..." Hermione said timidly.
"I can handle it," he answered, still slightly out of breathe. He used his robe sleeves to mob the flow of silver.
"Don't do that!" exclaimed Hermione. "It's gonna get infected."
"How do you know?" he asked piercingly.
"Well, other than the fact that it's common sense... c'mon"
Draco looked at her suspiciously. "Where?"
"Library."
~*~
"Ugh, I bet you're healing spell is about as worthless as a Githerdope in the Ice Age!"
Hermione looked up, mildly interested. "Githerdope?"
The two of them were seated on two chairs surrounding a round table. Madam Prince was seated in the distance, and every now and then a flip of the page was heard. Other than that, there was the light laughter of students outside having snowball fights.
"Yeah," said Draco carelessly, without looking at her. "The Beast who can only survive in warm...Hey! You're trying to get the best of me! You probably just acting dumb!"
"Oh no, really?" Hermione said innocently.
"Really. Well no way am I gonna—OW!"
Hermione laughed. "There, all done. Feel it healing?"
"I guess." He said shortly.
"So... tell me about your family."
"What about them?"
"I don't know, why are they so cold towards you?"
Draco turned to look at her. "What if I don't want to tell you?"
"Oh, um..." Hermione faltered. She cupped her chin between her hands. "Then you don't have to."
They were silent for awhile.
"I've always loved my mother."
Hermione looked at him weird. "Uhh, you do, I do and so does everyone else."
Draco rolled his eyes and smoothed his white blond hair. "I don't even know why I bother..."
"No, no, continue." urged Hermione.
"I have always loved my mother, but my father disapproved."
"Why?"
He gave her a pained look. "I'm getting to that dammit, if you'll just quit interrupting!"
"Alright alright!"
"My father disapproved because he—he felt dishonored by her. She turned down the offer of becoming You-Know-Who's first female deatheater."
Hermione listened with abated breath.
"So, my father kinda ditched her...but not completely. He still allowed her to live with us, but he would have nothing to do with her."
"How did your mother take it?" Hermione asked, knowing the answer.
"Cried." Draco said simply. "Cried day and night. But got a grip of herself later on. Anyway, my father now has hope that I would be the heir someday...become a deatheater leader."
"Do you WANT to, though?" Hermione questioned fearfully.
"You crazy? Who wants to float around all day and kiss the souls outta everybody?"
Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "Good, 'cus for a minute there I thought—"
"Well don't think that." he interrupted. "I have much better things to do with my life."
"Like being bullied by your father?"
"Shuddup!"
"No seriously!" Hermione remembered something. "Oh! I've been meaning to ask you... why was your blood—the wrong colour?"
"All Slytherins have silver blood." Draco said somewhat proudly. "Symbol of Salazar." Then catching Hermione's eye, "Not that I want to have Salazar Slytherin's blood floating through my vains, but..."
"Uh...huh... right. So anyway, does your mother hate Muggles too?"
Draco thought. "No, she just follows my father."
Hermione smiled. "So you get it from her side!"
"What?"
"Never mind." Suddenly, a thought hit Hermione. "Hey... why don't you come to spend the Christmas holidays with me?"
"Where?"
"Pshhh, at my house, duh!"
Draco looked blank. And then he said slowly, "What are we gonna do?"
"Hang, TV, play sports...Basketball, horsebackriding..."
"All Muggle stuff? How 'bout Quidditch?"
"I'll be able to squeeze that in..." said Hermione. "So is that a yes?"
"I'll think about it," said Draco, looking away, and Hermione could of sworn he was beaming.
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Well there you have it, the next chapter. It turned out okay. I JUST realized that HP the third movie is coming out June! Why does that bother me? Well... HARRY and Hermione seemed pretty darn close in the trailer, so... that would prolly alter my mind about who makes a better BF for Hermione. I've still got lots of ideas for Hermione and Draco, though, so dun worry ^_^
Anyone and everyone who wants a fic on Harry and Hermione... speak up! OH! I've had an idea for quite awhile about another Harry fic... yes romantic, involving a new character, Katie (not Katie Belle). Which one would you want to hear from, first? Keep in mind that I haven't thought of any adventures for Harry and Hermione, but for Harry and Katie, I've got the whole story planned out. Which one...? Thank you for all reviews! Cyaz! ^_^