Dark Angels Unite.
She sat in the chair of the hospital, watching the tall blond crying. She didn't know what to do, but suddenly she felt compelled to hold him. He had fainted, and hit the deck pretty hard. He had a small cut on his cheek, and a bruise on his now bare chest. She put her one arm around him, and felt a shock of electricity surge through her body. He felt it to, and griped her. Suddenly, they both got a feeling of weightlessness. Hermione, who had closed her eyes, suddenly opened them to see herself standing next to Draco, who was wearing a black loincloth, and her dressed in a black wrap around skirt, and a tube top, "What the hell just happened, and why are we dressed like this?" He said looking over the edge of the cloud. "AND WHY ARE WE UP SO HIGH!" He screamed taking a sudden step back.
"Welcome to Olympus, the King will see you now... Mr.?" Said a deep voice. Hermione looked up slightly to see a little man, hovering in the air, who could only be...
"Hermes." She whispered in wonder.
"That's my name, and you would be...?" He said, with the same coy voice as he used with Draco.
"Miss Hermione Granger. I've read all about you! You were the topic of my Astrological Heros Essay!" She said quickly, then blushing and falling silent. Why had she gotten all weird like that? She sounded like a nerd.
"Well, Hermione, I'm flattered really. But your friend, he doesn't look to well." He said, pointing to a very green Draco. Hermione took hold of his hand and said politely, "Um... Do you know why we were brought here?" Hermes chuckled lightly and said, in a soft voice,
"The Dark Angel has been called to see his father. Today is the day that was set by his parents for him to once again, rise to his throne." Hermes said in a dull, rather bored voice.
"Um... Dark Angel?" Draco said looking confused. Hermes looked down at him, sighed and said, "Lets go, golden boy. Papas waiting." Before dragging him and Hermione off through a pair of golden gates. They walked to a crystal door, inset into it, was a blood red crystal. It glowed deep crimson suddenly, and a deep, rough voice hollered, "Finally! I don't have all day you know." Then the door swung open on its own. "Aww, Poena Angelus, My Son. So glad you could make it. And, you brought a friend. She's very pretty Poena. What's your name darling?" He said, motioning for them to take a seat.
"Hermione Granger your highness." She said, bowing her head. He chuckled.
"No need for such formalities. Just call me Adonis. My wife should be along any moment. So, Poena, how have you been?" He said, looking at Draco with admiration and affection. Suddenly a woman walked in, and shrieked.
"My Boy! My sweet baby boy! Oh I've missed you so much!" she said throwing herself around Draco. She hugged him for about a minute, before she let go, and took her seat. "So, Poena, how have you been? Have you been eating enough? You look thin. Have those mortals been treating you right?" She said, taking a glass from a small girl with a tray. "Thank you Davida." She sighed. Draco was confused.
"I'm losing it. I'm going crazy, or I'm on to much medication, or I'm dreaming. What the Hell is going on here!" Draco yelled.
"Son, Please! Calm down!" Adonis said. Hermione put her hand over Draco's, and Eos's eyes flashed over her.
"Who are you?" she said cooly.
"I'm...I'm Hermione. I'm a friend of Draco's." She said. Draco gripped her hand.
"She's my girlfriend, or, well, so I hope." Draco said, looking at her. She blushed and smiled, and gave a very short nod. "Now, who the hell are you?"
"I am Adonis, and I am your father. This is my Wife Eos, and she is your mother. You are, as you might not know your birth name, Poena Angelus. You are the Darkest Angel to ever be born under the stars of Saturn and the moon of the Ebony Crystal. Your sisters, Kalypso and Erida will be around sometime with in the night. You will be staying with us for dinner, and your very lovely friend will be able to stay also, if you wish. Now, you tell us about those... Mortals." Adonis said, suddenly going darker in the eyes.
"My mothers name was Narcissa, and My father, Lucius. And I, was named Draco. Mom was great, dad is rotting in wizards jail, and I'm in full time school. Mom died trying to save me from my father, he was angry cause I walked out of the Dark Lords initiation Ceremony and told him it was bullshit. So he tried to kill me, for denouncing his "lord" and my mom dove in front of it. I owe her my life." He said, looking sad. Hermione ran her thumb over his fingers, and he smiled slightly. Eos caught the glimpse in her eye, and she suddenly got an idea.
"What is your parentage Her...?" She said, suddenly forgetting her name.
"Hermione. Um... full wizards as far as I know. My parents were the darkest witch and wizard to ever walk earth." she said sadly. Eos's face how ever contorted into a smirk. She really was Draco's mother.
"That's good to know. What were their names child?" She said putting on a nicer voice.
"My mothers name was Mariquita Veneno and My Father Arvo Hughes." Eos's face contorted into an expression of shock then respect.
"Hermione, hunny, they weren't wizards. Your parents were..." She looked at Adonis. He nodded, urging her to go on, so she did. "Your parents were the Gods of Darkness. They rules the Night and The Black. Your mother was a fallen angel, and your father a god. When they married, making your mother The Dark Goddess. In Spain, they worshiped her. When Zeus sent her here, she became evil more evil then Hades himself. Your name in Spanish means Diosa Sangre. Do you know what that means?" She asked thoughtfully.
"Blood Goddess." Hermione muttered lightly. Her head spinning. Her parents again had lied to her.
"Yes. Hermione you are the daughter of Darkness and Black. You were named Blood. You are a goddess. Your dating a god. And you have the rights to your throne." She said finally. "Do you wanna go to it?" She said, now looking down at Hermione with fondness. Hermione however had other things on her mind.
"I'm only 17. I'm not married. I'm not even out of school. I cant stay here! In Olympus! And where do I wanna go?" She said, feeling heat rise to her face. Her hands were sweaty, and her heart was racing. Jumbled thoughts ran around in her head.
"To Estrella Negra. It's the dark side of Olympus. I can take you there if you want." Draco smiled to her. A look of deep admiration was in his silver blue eyes.
"Ok. Ok, ya lets go." She said shakily. They were instantly outside black onyx gates. Hermione waved her hand slightly, and they opened. Suddenly the whole of the hall filled with light, and people flew from every corner of the place. A tall gorgeous man, with black wings, and blood red eyes came to her, and took her hand. He brought it to his lips and placed them upon it. "Welcome home Diosa Sangre." He muttered. He had pure white hair, that curled down his back, with red eyes, perfectly tanned skin and long flowing black wings. "I am your loyal servant Diomedes. But you an just call me Medes." He said smiling down at her. Hermione smiled and looked around the room. The walls were very dark blue, and black and purple fabrics were everywhere. Suddenly Medes called out a name that Hermione hadn't fully caught. A tall man, about Hermione's age, walked into the room. It was more like a strut, Hermione had noticed. "Fedor, This is your princess. Do what she wishes of you. I must leave you now my princess. I will return in a weeks time." he said diverting his attention to the small woman. Hermione nodded and then looked back at Fedor. Wow, his parents must have thought highly of him. He didn't look much like a 'divine gift' but sure. He had long black hair, strikingly blue eyes, and the skin of a shining star. It was milky white, and was so smooth it looked like it had been carved out of stone. Eos and Draco were muttering together by the door, while Adonis talked to one of the many people now bustling around. "Poena, you know that every God has a Goddess, a Soul Mate right? Well if Diosa was to be your soul mate, I would be very pleased." she said patting his hand. Draco smiled lightly, and imagined how life would be if he was married to Hermione. Hermione felt someone put their arms around her waist, and then, felt her feet his solid ground. They were back in their common room. Draco was glowing with adoration, and Hermione was green with disgust. "More FUCKING LIES!" she screamed, falling to her knees, and crying. Draco knelt down beside her, and took her into his arms. She sobbed into his black shirt, and clung to him. He scooped her up in his arms, and sat down on the couch. Her head on his chest.