A/N: Damn, I'm really sorry this took so long. Sad thing is, I've had it
done since, like 3 days after I posted last! But, in my defense, I had
midterms and lots of other crap. I'll try to be better next time! The
general outcome of this chap is much more lighthearted than usual, I felt
some comic relief was in the cards.
Time, for Draco Malfoy was passing in greats spurts. If it was possible, it seemed as though the minutes dragged on for hours, but the days flew by like seconds.
'It's almost April,' he thought to himself, while staring off into space over his open Potion notes. 'You have one more month left to live. What do you think about that, Malfoy?'
He looked across the Slytherin Common Room. He was on duty, which meant that he was there for the evening incase anyone wanted to talk to him. Thankfully, he'd avoided his "friends" for over an hour now. It was nearing 9:30, when he was allowed to leave. However, much to his chagrin, Pansy and Millicent strode over.
"Hello Draco," Pansy said in, what she thought, was an attractive voice. She slid next to him on the couch, Millicent taking a plush green wing chair.
"So, Draco," Pansy lowered her voice conspiratorially, "Do you want to see it?"
Draco was about to say, "Pansy, I think I've seen all you have to offer," but he stopped short. she was referring to the Dark Mark.
Before he had a chance to decline the offer, she pulled up her sleeve. He was a bit surprised, he'd never seen the Dark Mark on a woman before. It was different from his father's and Professor Snape's. Pansy's was a snake wrapped around a dagger that was dripping blood. white blood.
"Millicent's looks just like mine. There's a girl in Ravenclaw who's got one too," Pansy giggled, "Isn't it. beautiful?" she asked breathlessly.
"It doesn't look. like m-my father's did," Draco choked out, appalled at what he saw before him.
Pansy, obviously mistaking his disgust for sorrow over the death of his father, rubbed his arm soothingly, "Women and men have different ones. This is to represent our responsibility for bearing the next generation of those who are pure in blood. Our Lord told me that he sees great things for me if I am able to produce strong heirs," Pansy gloated.
"So, how have you been?" Millicent squawked at Draco.
"I've been, fine, thank you, Millicent. It's a. shame. that I can't spend more time with my fellow Slytherins," he lied.
"We were beginning to wonder whether that dirty Mudblood had tied you up in your rooms! Where have you been, anyway?"
"Well, I've got lots of work to do. I'm working with Professor Snape on something, if you catch my drift."
"Ohhhhh," Millicent said, "I see. Professor Snape went through the House and asked us about our loyalties to the Dark Lord. Of course, he knew already that Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and me had all ready became Death Eaters."
"Millicent, for God's sake, it's 'Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and I had already become Death Eaters,' sometimes I wonder why you're not in Hufflepuff."
Seemingly the female counterpart to Goyle, the correction and insult whizzed right over Millicent's head. She nodded dumbly, staring at Pansy in admiration.
Draco checked his watch, "Well, ladies, I'm afraid I have to go. I'm glad we got to catch up, I'll see you at breakfast."
"Good night, Draco!" they chorused, and he exited to his room.
He walked into the common area to find Hermione sitting on the couch in front of the fire, engrossed in a book. He watched her for a minute, unnoticed.
'God, she's so beautiful,' he thought, 'She has no idea how much this hurts me. Knowing I can't do anything about it. Who am I kidding? It's not like she'll never find anyone else. Might as well make the best of what I've got left.'
He cleared his throat, and she looked up at him and smiled.
"Join me?" she queried.
He smiled at her, "Yeah, let me change out of my robes."
He re-emerged into the common room wearing dark green fleece pants, a grey long-sleeve t-shirt, and his glasses. He plopped down on the couch next to Hermione.
"Will you sit on my feet?" she asked him sweetly.
He burst out laughing, "Why?!"
"They're cold."
He shook his head and sighed, but complied dutifully.
"Accio blanket," he called, and a large throw flew over to him, and he tossed it over himself and Hermione.
He looked at his girlfriend and realized that she truly WAS the love of his life and though it made his heart ache, it gave him serenity as well.
"Hermione." he began.
"Yeah Draco?" She looked up from her book, smiling slightly at him.
"I. well. never mind, go back to your book."
"No, what is it?"
"Nothing, it's nothing."
She leaned over and gave him a small kiss, "You're such a bad liar sometimes it makes me wonder how you're so good at it the rest of the time."
He chuckled and looked at the girl next to him.
"I just wanted you to know that you make me feel like. everything will be worth it all in the end."
Her smiled faded, and her lower lip began to tremble, "Draco."
"Shh, don't say anything, please."
She nodded quietly as the tears poured down her cheeks. He moved and wrapped his arms around her, and let her cry into his chest until she fell asleep.
When he was sure she was asleep, he took the opportunity to study her face. She had small brown freckles on her nose and long eyelashes. Her cheeks were a bit too full, but he thought a bit too full was the way cheeks should be.
"We don't want our children to look sunken-in like I." he trailed off sadly.
He picked her up, and carried her into his room. He took off her slippers and slipped her under his duvet, turned the lights off, and joined her, falling asleep immediately with his arms wrapped around his most precious possession.
The next morning, they woke up slowly, relishing the fact that it was Saturday. After they each took a shower, they ventured over to the Gryffindor Common Room, where Harry and Ron were looking very put-out.
"What's wrong with you two?" Hermione asked as Maya and Ginny snickered.
"We got caught trying to sneak to Hogsmeade," Ron grumbled.
"Not by Snape?" Hermione gasped, knowing what a foul mood their Professor was in.
"Luckily, no. It was Dumbledore. But we still have detention tomorrow. He suggested that the four of you might come, too. I have no clue what it is," Harry said.
"He says it's off school grounds," Ron says.
Suddenly realization dawned on Hermione and she whispered her suspicions in Draco's ear.
"We'd love to go!" she said cheerily.
"Only YOU would be happy about detention, Hermione," Ron said.
"Is anyone else hungry?" Draco asked.
"I'm always hungry," Ron said, chuckling, "Let's go to the Great Hall."
The sextet walked to the Great Hall just in time to see Dumbledore exiting through another doorway with a very pretty woman who was probably about 40.
"Who was that, Harry?" Ginny asked as they sat down.
Harry shrugged, "Never seen her before."
"Oh my God!" Maya gasped, "She's been in my dreams! She's there. during the battle. She must be an Auror."
"I dunno, I thought between me and Ron, we knew all of the Aurors," Harry said.
"Oh, that's not important, will everyone just order? I have things to do this afternoon," Ginny said exasperatedly.
"Oooh, yes Ma'am!" Ron said pompously.
The group spent the rest of the day doing homework and playing Exploding Snap. Later on, they decided to watch a film on the new enchanted television that Mr. Weasley snuck in to Ron and Ginny. There were only a few movies to choose from, and bickering ensued.
"I think we should watch this Legally Blonde movie," Ginny said.
"No way! I think Breakfast at Tiffany's sounds good!"
"Ron, it's not about food, it's a love story."
"Oh, never mind then."
"I think," Harry announced, "that since Draco here has the least experience with the wonderful world of the Muggles that he should choose the film."
Draco thumbed through the collection of plastic cases, stumbling on one that looked good.
"The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Sounds good to me!"
"Oh, that book is supposed to be very interesting," Hermione said.
"A book I've read that you haven't?" Harry said, mock-aghast, "What's the world coming to? I've read all three, they're excellent"
"Just put it in, smartass," Hermione replied with a smirk.
So, they settled in and began watching.
"Ick, he's not wearing any shoes!"
"Shut UP Ginny!"
"Stuff it, Ron."
"Ooh, that dark brooding is quite a looker!"
"Got a thing for Snape-types now, Mione?"
"Shut up Ginny."
"Those poor hairy-toed chaps keep missing their meals!"
"Shut UP Ron!"
"Heh, too bad HOUSE elves don't look like that!"
"That's disgusting Draco!"
"I wish I could do wandless magic."
"Being a Seer's not enough?"
"Shut up Ron."
"Sorry, Maya."
"That's right you are."
"~cough~ whipped ~cough~"
"You should talk, Malfoy!"
"Shut UP both of you, this is a good part!"
"Holy shit! I don't even think Hagrid would like THAT dragon!"
"Oh no! That nice old man fell down into the bottomless pit!"
"Haha, that was the stupidest thing you've ever said, Mione."
"Shut up Harry, it's sad!"
"Oh my GOD, those things are SO UGLY!"
"They're not real Gin."
"They look like demon-pigs!"
"Haha, they lose a bit of their ferocity when you call them demon-pigs."
"No, he's going to shoot.! Oh, wow. that looks like it hurt. Oh, and that one, too. yikes, that one, too."
"You're not CRYING are you, Maya?"
"It's sad!"
"Oh, no, that little man is going to drown! Save him Freddie!"
"It's Frodo, Mione, Frodo."
"Whatever."
"They're only been saying it for the WHOLE MOVIE!"
"Shut up Ron."
"Ooh, that was good, I hope they make a sequel."
"You're kidding, right?"
"What d'you mean, Harry?"
"The books are in a bloody TRILOGY, you great prat!"
"How was I supposed to know?"
"Because I said so at the beginning of the movie. that's what trilogy means, Ron, three."
"I knew that."
"Liar."
"Shut up, Harry."
A/N: I dunno what came over me, I just felt compelled to do that little MST- ish scene. So, everyone please R/R! Well, you've already donme the first R, so if the urge compels you, drop me a line, ok? Thank you all so much, I truly appreciate your input! You guys are the BEST!!!!!
Time, for Draco Malfoy was passing in greats spurts. If it was possible, it seemed as though the minutes dragged on for hours, but the days flew by like seconds.
'It's almost April,' he thought to himself, while staring off into space over his open Potion notes. 'You have one more month left to live. What do you think about that, Malfoy?'
He looked across the Slytherin Common Room. He was on duty, which meant that he was there for the evening incase anyone wanted to talk to him. Thankfully, he'd avoided his "friends" for over an hour now. It was nearing 9:30, when he was allowed to leave. However, much to his chagrin, Pansy and Millicent strode over.
"Hello Draco," Pansy said in, what she thought, was an attractive voice. She slid next to him on the couch, Millicent taking a plush green wing chair.
"So, Draco," Pansy lowered her voice conspiratorially, "Do you want to see it?"
Draco was about to say, "Pansy, I think I've seen all you have to offer," but he stopped short. she was referring to the Dark Mark.
Before he had a chance to decline the offer, she pulled up her sleeve. He was a bit surprised, he'd never seen the Dark Mark on a woman before. It was different from his father's and Professor Snape's. Pansy's was a snake wrapped around a dagger that was dripping blood. white blood.
"Millicent's looks just like mine. There's a girl in Ravenclaw who's got one too," Pansy giggled, "Isn't it. beautiful?" she asked breathlessly.
"It doesn't look. like m-my father's did," Draco choked out, appalled at what he saw before him.
Pansy, obviously mistaking his disgust for sorrow over the death of his father, rubbed his arm soothingly, "Women and men have different ones. This is to represent our responsibility for bearing the next generation of those who are pure in blood. Our Lord told me that he sees great things for me if I am able to produce strong heirs," Pansy gloated.
"So, how have you been?" Millicent squawked at Draco.
"I've been, fine, thank you, Millicent. It's a. shame. that I can't spend more time with my fellow Slytherins," he lied.
"We were beginning to wonder whether that dirty Mudblood had tied you up in your rooms! Where have you been, anyway?"
"Well, I've got lots of work to do. I'm working with Professor Snape on something, if you catch my drift."
"Ohhhhh," Millicent said, "I see. Professor Snape went through the House and asked us about our loyalties to the Dark Lord. Of course, he knew already that Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and me had all ready became Death Eaters."
"Millicent, for God's sake, it's 'Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and I had already become Death Eaters,' sometimes I wonder why you're not in Hufflepuff."
Seemingly the female counterpart to Goyle, the correction and insult whizzed right over Millicent's head. She nodded dumbly, staring at Pansy in admiration.
Draco checked his watch, "Well, ladies, I'm afraid I have to go. I'm glad we got to catch up, I'll see you at breakfast."
"Good night, Draco!" they chorused, and he exited to his room.
He walked into the common area to find Hermione sitting on the couch in front of the fire, engrossed in a book. He watched her for a minute, unnoticed.
'God, she's so beautiful,' he thought, 'She has no idea how much this hurts me. Knowing I can't do anything about it. Who am I kidding? It's not like she'll never find anyone else. Might as well make the best of what I've got left.'
He cleared his throat, and she looked up at him and smiled.
"Join me?" she queried.
He smiled at her, "Yeah, let me change out of my robes."
He re-emerged into the common room wearing dark green fleece pants, a grey long-sleeve t-shirt, and his glasses. He plopped down on the couch next to Hermione.
"Will you sit on my feet?" she asked him sweetly.
He burst out laughing, "Why?!"
"They're cold."
He shook his head and sighed, but complied dutifully.
"Accio blanket," he called, and a large throw flew over to him, and he tossed it over himself and Hermione.
He looked at his girlfriend and realized that she truly WAS the love of his life and though it made his heart ache, it gave him serenity as well.
"Hermione." he began.
"Yeah Draco?" She looked up from her book, smiling slightly at him.
"I. well. never mind, go back to your book."
"No, what is it?"
"Nothing, it's nothing."
She leaned over and gave him a small kiss, "You're such a bad liar sometimes it makes me wonder how you're so good at it the rest of the time."
He chuckled and looked at the girl next to him.
"I just wanted you to know that you make me feel like. everything will be worth it all in the end."
Her smiled faded, and her lower lip began to tremble, "Draco."
"Shh, don't say anything, please."
She nodded quietly as the tears poured down her cheeks. He moved and wrapped his arms around her, and let her cry into his chest until she fell asleep.
When he was sure she was asleep, he took the opportunity to study her face. She had small brown freckles on her nose and long eyelashes. Her cheeks were a bit too full, but he thought a bit too full was the way cheeks should be.
"We don't want our children to look sunken-in like I." he trailed off sadly.
He picked her up, and carried her into his room. He took off her slippers and slipped her under his duvet, turned the lights off, and joined her, falling asleep immediately with his arms wrapped around his most precious possession.
The next morning, they woke up slowly, relishing the fact that it was Saturday. After they each took a shower, they ventured over to the Gryffindor Common Room, where Harry and Ron were looking very put-out.
"What's wrong with you two?" Hermione asked as Maya and Ginny snickered.
"We got caught trying to sneak to Hogsmeade," Ron grumbled.
"Not by Snape?" Hermione gasped, knowing what a foul mood their Professor was in.
"Luckily, no. It was Dumbledore. But we still have detention tomorrow. He suggested that the four of you might come, too. I have no clue what it is," Harry said.
"He says it's off school grounds," Ron says.
Suddenly realization dawned on Hermione and she whispered her suspicions in Draco's ear.
"We'd love to go!" she said cheerily.
"Only YOU would be happy about detention, Hermione," Ron said.
"Is anyone else hungry?" Draco asked.
"I'm always hungry," Ron said, chuckling, "Let's go to the Great Hall."
The sextet walked to the Great Hall just in time to see Dumbledore exiting through another doorway with a very pretty woman who was probably about 40.
"Who was that, Harry?" Ginny asked as they sat down.
Harry shrugged, "Never seen her before."
"Oh my God!" Maya gasped, "She's been in my dreams! She's there. during the battle. She must be an Auror."
"I dunno, I thought between me and Ron, we knew all of the Aurors," Harry said.
"Oh, that's not important, will everyone just order? I have things to do this afternoon," Ginny said exasperatedly.
"Oooh, yes Ma'am!" Ron said pompously.
The group spent the rest of the day doing homework and playing Exploding Snap. Later on, they decided to watch a film on the new enchanted television that Mr. Weasley snuck in to Ron and Ginny. There were only a few movies to choose from, and bickering ensued.
"I think we should watch this Legally Blonde movie," Ginny said.
"No way! I think Breakfast at Tiffany's sounds good!"
"Ron, it's not about food, it's a love story."
"Oh, never mind then."
"I think," Harry announced, "that since Draco here has the least experience with the wonderful world of the Muggles that he should choose the film."
Draco thumbed through the collection of plastic cases, stumbling on one that looked good.
"The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Sounds good to me!"
"Oh, that book is supposed to be very interesting," Hermione said.
"A book I've read that you haven't?" Harry said, mock-aghast, "What's the world coming to? I've read all three, they're excellent"
"Just put it in, smartass," Hermione replied with a smirk.
So, they settled in and began watching.
"Ick, he's not wearing any shoes!"
"Shut UP Ginny!"
"Stuff it, Ron."
"Ooh, that dark brooding is quite a looker!"
"Got a thing for Snape-types now, Mione?"
"Shut up Ginny."
"Those poor hairy-toed chaps keep missing their meals!"
"Shut UP Ron!"
"Heh, too bad HOUSE elves don't look like that!"
"That's disgusting Draco!"
"I wish I could do wandless magic."
"Being a Seer's not enough?"
"Shut up Ron."
"Sorry, Maya."
"That's right you are."
"~cough~ whipped ~cough~"
"You should talk, Malfoy!"
"Shut UP both of you, this is a good part!"
"Holy shit! I don't even think Hagrid would like THAT dragon!"
"Oh no! That nice old man fell down into the bottomless pit!"
"Haha, that was the stupidest thing you've ever said, Mione."
"Shut up Harry, it's sad!"
"Oh my GOD, those things are SO UGLY!"
"They're not real Gin."
"They look like demon-pigs!"
"Haha, they lose a bit of their ferocity when you call them demon-pigs."
"No, he's going to shoot.! Oh, wow. that looks like it hurt. Oh, and that one, too. yikes, that one, too."
"You're not CRYING are you, Maya?"
"It's sad!"
"Oh, no, that little man is going to drown! Save him Freddie!"
"It's Frodo, Mione, Frodo."
"Whatever."
"They're only been saying it for the WHOLE MOVIE!"
"Shut up Ron."
"Ooh, that was good, I hope they make a sequel."
"You're kidding, right?"
"What d'you mean, Harry?"
"The books are in a bloody TRILOGY, you great prat!"
"How was I supposed to know?"
"Because I said so at the beginning of the movie. that's what trilogy means, Ron, three."
"I knew that."
"Liar."
"Shut up, Harry."
A/N: I dunno what came over me, I just felt compelled to do that little MST- ish scene. So, everyone please R/R! Well, you've already donme the first R, so if the urge compels you, drop me a line, ok? Thank you all so much, I truly appreciate your input! You guys are the BEST!!!!!
