Author: Sylverfall
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Violence (in later chapters) some songs, and New characters.
Pairing: RW x HG, DM x HG
Disclaimers: All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Jaguar and all other vampires (Excluding Eros, and Strife) belong to Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. I'm poor and gaining no profit from this, so please, don't sue.
NOTE: Jess Parker is not my character. He belongs to my good friend, Eva Dunk, and is being used with her explicit permission. There is no relation, for those just jumping in on this fic, between Jess and 'Phoebe'. Also, Phoebe is a new identity Hermione picked up to aid her in hunting down Eros and Strife.
Hermione watched the landscape scream past her window. Somehow, this seemed like a dream or a nightmare, she couldn't decide which. Last year, or even at the beginning of the school year, she would have thought that this was a night mare, given that she was in Slytherin robes, and sitting next to Draco Malfoy. But now... Now she couldn't tell. It even had the potential to be a wet dream... as she had been having those as of late. Several times her new best friend, Calthina, had teased her. Who had her own boyfriend now, and he was, well, different. He wasn't in any house. He was basically a squib, so she hadn't figured out what his business was at the school. He was also, as she had found out after a bit of research, Headmaster Dumbledore's only surviving relative. He was, in fact, Dumbledore's only grandson. She had been wondering how Lucius Malfoy would react, and well... she got her answer.
"Calthina, Draco, come along now. Ah, and you must be Phoebe. Nice to see that you have such good taste, Ms. Parker. Now, Calthina, who would this be?" Hermione glanced over at Calthina and Jess. She wasn't sure about what might happen next, it certainly didn't look to promising.
"This is Jess Parker."
"Phoebe's brother?" They both spoke at once.
"No he's not."
"Never seen her before I got on the train."
"I don't really kn-" Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"Then, what is his relation?" Calthina looked at her father.
"He's my boyfriend." She said, lifting up her chin, as if in defiance.
"Well. Now."
"Lucius! It's cold out, can't you hurry up? I'm positively freezing. Calthina! Draco, Hurry up!" Hermione glanced around, trying to place where the voice was coming from. A little ways off, she saw a carriage, with a few horses, and a beautiful blonde lady in a pine green dress and cloak. Calthina led Jess along by the hand. He looked a bit apprehensive about it. Hermione, on the other hand, was all but leading Draco. He looked a bit surprised, but didn't complain.
The ride was short, if bumpy, but when they got to the manor, Hermione forgot all about it.
"Why, it's beautiful. If muggles had any taste."
"But they don't. You know, you're more than welcome to live here, at least for a little bit." "
Mrs. Malfoy?"
"Phoebe, darling, it's okay. Not a problem. In fact, I think you would quite enjoy it."
"We'll see, won't we? Besides, it can't be as bad as living with those disgusting muggles that I live with. If only I could figure on my real parents. I'll bet they wouldn't have given me such a... an... odd name."
"Most likely. But then, who's to know. Come on, in with you. Draco? Would you show her to her room? And Calthina? Could I have a talk with you and. Mr. Parker?"
"Sure Mum. I'll take her there straight away."
"Why? What's wrong with Jess? He's a perfectly-" Calthina's protests faded off as Draco led her to her new room. She found herself marveling at the manor. She had seen plenty of manors, but they paled to nothingness compared to this one. As dark as it was, it had a transcendent beauty to it. almost ethereal. The walls were dark stones, and it was lit by crystal chandeliers. and though it was cold, it had an almost. oddly enough, almost a warm feeling to it. 'It's almost comfortable, if it was just a bit brighter. I think I can take care of that though.'
"Draco?"
"What?"
"Um... you're parents wouldn't throw a tizzy if I changed the colors, at least while I was here, would they?"
"I don't think so. I mean, so long as it's not, y'know, gold and burgundy."
"No, absolutely not. I was thinking. I don't know. white?"
"White? Like an Insane Asylum?"
"No, not like that. That's padded. Just the walls. although. hmm." He just looked at her curiously while she thought. She had her nose wrinkled, almost disdainfully, and she ran her tongue over lips. He had asked her out some time ago, and they hadn't even kissed. He was hoping maybe that would change sometime soon though. Her face brightened up, and upon saying
" Roomi Cheiolaulao Horiautaui Simautaula!" The room had silver walls with white accents. He just gave a low whistle.
"Where did you..."?
"I figured something out. The spells we learn in school, if translated into Latin, says the desired action almost completely. So, all I had to do was study Latin, and now I can do almost anything I want! Even spells that don't exist as far as the ministry knows." He just stared. It didn't matter if she was a mudblood or not, now. She had the means to either make the world, or destroy it. She had better knowledge of spells than the Dark Lord. 'She could probably kill him in an instant. 'She doesn't have to be very strong to do it even.' She had walked a crossed her room, and started putting her clothes in the dresser that was there. He had never noticed it before, but now that she was bending over, he did. Her skirt was the shortest damn thing he had ever seen. And it was the school uniform skirt too!
"You mean that you know more about spells than anyone else?"
"Basically. It's not easy, but anyone can do it. If they think of it, that is. You see, since most witches and wizards grow up here in the wizarding world, they never hear of all these languages that are dead. Like Greek and Roman. These are the two basis for the English alphabet, along with German. You know, I could do your room too. That is, if you wanted."
"Are you kidding? Of course!"
"Although you have to promise me one thing, first."
"What's that?" "You can't tell your parents about the latin."
"Huh? Oh, okay. I won't."
"I have your word on that?"
"You have my word."
"Okay then. So where's your room?" "
Just follow me." He led her out of her room and down the hallway, to where the stairs were, and started up them.
Once they got to his room, she just stopped and looked around. It didn't look anything how she had imagined. The walls were gray, accented with a warm brown. The floor was a plain wooden floor, and it was all very simple. A bookshelf with a couple books on it stood in one corner, his dresser in another, and his bed, made out of cherry and oak, was up against the farthest wall. 'Wow, this could use a lot of work.'
"So, what'd you want me to do?"
"Well, I don't like the colors, and I don't know what to do with the rest."
"Well, do you like warm colors or cold?"
"Huh?"
"Do you like reds and yellows, colors like that, or blues and greens?"
"Ummm."
"Of course, I could just make it black, with silver accents and a red carpet." Draco just looked at her for a second, with a blank look on his face.
"Nevermind. you don't get it."
"Uh... How about with a green carpet?"
"Okay. I figured that much. Roomi Cheilaulao Betalaualphakappa Simutaula et Gamaretalao!" His room had black walls, with a near mirror-like gloss, and silver trim, and the floor was a dark green. His bed was silver, with green and black blankets, and the chandelier, once gold with opals, was now silver, with peridots emeralds, and diamonds. It looked quite splendid. He just stared in open mouthed wonder.
"Wow. This looks. amazing." She just sat on his bed looking pleased with her work. He looked like a little boy who had just gotten just what he asked for for Christmas. He turned, sat on the bed next to her, and kissed her. Not just a peck on this lips mind you. A powerful kiss, and long. She found herself having a hard time breathing afterwards. He just grinned at her a mischeivious twinkle in his eyes. She glaneced at him, and then he started tickling her.
"Wha? Ah! Draco! No, stop! Hey! No fair!" She laughed. He stopped tickling her after a few more of her protests, and then just sat there, hugging her.
"Hermione?"
"Huh?"
"I think I..." He trailed off. He couldn't find it in him yet to tell her that he actually does love her.
"What?"
"I... I really like the room. Thank You."
"Oh. You're welcome. I uh... I gotta finish unpacking."
"Yeah. Okay." She got up and left, and he just sat there, watching her go. 'Great. That was real smooth. Thank you for the room. Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!'