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Draco's Spirit
Chapter Eight
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From last time:
I felt my eyes open slowly, heavy with the days of sleep I'd had. And then carefully and slowly, I began to rise and then climbed out of the coffin, sprinkling the black roses to the floor.
"Look," said Mia breathlessly.
I knelt down next to the crying girl and placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her to me. She looked up and drew in another breath. "M- Malfoy?" she stuttered.
I shook my head slightly. "No, it's Draco."
She burst into sobs and buried her head in my robes and I wrapped both of my arms around her and held her close.
"Isn't it a perfect ending?" asked Mia, looking at the two of us.
"This is only the beginning," said Sina gravely. "Now come, let's go home."
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*Draco POV*
I don't know how long I sat on the floor of the Great Hall, Hermione resting in my arms. I only knew that I felt a feeling that I rarely experienced. It was happiness. Everything was turning out all right. I was alive, my mother would get help soon, and things might be changing between myself and the two Gryffindors who I'd become aqquainted with while being a spirit. Besides, if they cared about me I'm sure something would change.
I mean, come on. A month ago I would not have Hermione, a muggle born witch, hugging me. If someone told me that this was going to happen, I'd probably have.... I don't know what I would have done. Everything has changed.
The Slytherins who I thought were my friends didn't really fit into that category anymore. Crabbe and Goyle didn't really miss me, but they needed me. It's now that I realize that they used me more than I used them. As for Pansy, I see that now she only went after me in hopes to gain power and wealth, and of course my good looks.
In fact, if you look at all the Slytherins, they'd all be classified as unloyal, not true friends. Except maybe one. Blaise. He seemed geninely upset when I died. We never talked that much, but he wasn't one of those brainwashed idiots intent on only getting fame from me. Sometimes, we would just talk about normal things, like quidditch or girls. He was the only person who I could consider being able to have an intelligent conversation with.
I closed my eyes and rested my chin on top of her head. I just needed to close my eyes for a moment. Then I would carry the sleeping girl upstairs and put her outside of that portrait of the fat lady. I'm pretty sure that that is where the Gryffindor common room is. But a few minutes later, I could feel myself drifting off to sleep and I did nothing to stop it.
Screams. I jerked my head up, my whole body stiff from sleeping in a sitting position all night in the Great Hall. Wait... Great Hall? And the screams?
It didn't take long to figure out who and why was screaming. All the students and staff who entered the hall for breakfast began to scream because I was sitting on the floor, a girl in my arms. Cries of "He's come back to haunt us" and "It's an evil spirit" filled the chaotic room as everyone ran about, just plain freaked out. Then again, they're probably used to the dead staying dead.
"SILENCE!" At one the pandamonium ceased as the aged wizard spoke. "There is no cause for alarm," stated Dumbledore looking at the terrified faces of the people present in the room. "Why is it that you are all screaming? I see nothing out of the ordinary."
Stuttering, McGonagall answered, "Albus, D-Draco Malfoy is... is.... he's.... Oh Merlin he's...."
"What Minerva is trying to say," butted in Snape, "Is it appears that Draco Malfoy, presumed dead, is sitting right here."
"Well of course," said Dumbledore, "Why shouldn't he be?"
The whole room gaped at Dumbledore, their mouths hanging open. Hermione, who had woken up to all the yelling was watching the scene unfolding calmly, still resting in my arms.
"Professor," said a fourth year Ravenclaw, "Malfoy was avada kervadaed, there's no way for someone to be alive after that." The whole room nodded, agreeing with the student.
"Last night," said Dumbledore, "I was informed that Draco Malfoy would be returning to us. I do not question my informative and neither should you. Now please, will all of you take your seats and settle down. Oh and Argus? Could you get that casket out of here?"
The students moved numbly to their seats, all of their eyes fixed on the me, the person who had come back from the dead. I rose to my feet, offering a hand to help Hermione up. She took it and gave me a small smile. "Thank you," I whispered so that only she could hear. The brunette smiled at me and then made her way to the Gryffindor table.
I picked up my wand from inside the casket and muttered a spell. At once the fancy robes I'd been wearing changed back into my Hogwarts robes. Then, I strode over to my table and sat down, acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Blaise looked at me quizically and I mouthed later, knowing I could explain it all to him.
*End Draco POV*
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*Hermione POV*
I made my way over to the table and slid into my seat between Ron and Harry, knowing that a lot of people were looking at me. Why? Because I was with Draco Malfoy, an alive Draco Malfoy, curled up in his arms.
Why was I, a Gryffindor with him? I was a muggle born, a 'disgrace to the wizarding world' as Malfoy used to say. Did I know anything about why Draco was alive? I could tell everyone was dying to know what was going on. Truthfully, I didn't know myself. I just had that dream and it was actually true.
"Hey." Harry poked me in the side. "Care to explain?"
"Later," I whispered, still very aware that people were looking at me. During breakfast the whole hall was almost silent, the only sounds those of people eating and asking someone to pass the butter. It was quite unnerving. I needed to talk to Malfoy myself. I needed answers and I needed to know why he came back. Unfortunately, it appeared the entire school wanted to speak to Malfoy. The only good thing was that most of them were too afraid to.
After breakfast I made my way upstairs for History of Magic with Harry and Ron. Impressively, no one talked or fell asleep during the class, they were all too busy trying to figure out how Malfoy was alive and what I was doing with him. Of course, I still took notes. After all, it might be on our finals!
After a very subdued lunch Harry and I went out to the lake to talk leaving Ron at the table still wolfing down food. We sat down on the bank next to each other and sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Alright, what's going on?" asked Harry turning to look at me.
I twiddled my thumbs and looked into my lap, not wanting to look at my best friend. "It's a long story," I said quietly.
"Well, we have time...."
"Oh alright. It all started with this dream I had. And-"
"Wait, dream?"
"Yes, I had a dream about Malfoy."
"Did it have anything to do with umm... ummm... kissing him?"
"Yeah it did!" I said surprised. "How'd you know?"
A horrorfied expression grew on his face and he turned a tomato red. "I had the same dream. It was the night I was in the hospital wing. I was having a wonderful dream about ice cream and then all of a sudden my ice cream cone turned into Malfoy.
He said something about turning silver and how I had to kiss him. Then his head, which was the ice cream kinda moved in and I woke up screaming." He shuddered.
I giggled. It was kind of funny. I wonder why Harry was dreaming about ice cream... "Anyway, I had the same dream as you and I didn't believe it. But I went down to the Great Hall and looked in the casket. He was glowing silver and I couldn't belive it. I guess it was to much stress on my body and well... I fainted."
Now Harry burst into laughter. "You fainted? I can't belive it. We faced Fluffy, played a game of wizard chess, fooled Umbridge, befriended Hagrid's brother and you faint when you see someone glowing. That's hillarious!"
I gave him a mock glare. "It was scary. You don't normally expect your dreams to be real. Except yours. Have you been working on occulmency?" Harry averted his eyes from me. "Harry," I sighed in exasparation. "You need to work on that."
"I know, I know. Now get back on topic. What happened after you fainted?"
"I woke up and had about two minutes until midnight. Then I kissed him."
"You actually kissed him?" asked Harry raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I did because if I didn't he wouldn't be here, would he?"
"Good point. But why were you with him this morning?"
"We both must have fallen asleep last night.... I mean, it was a really long night. But he hugged me when I was crying when I thought I was too late. And then he thanked me this morning."
Harry stood up and stretched. "Come on Mione, we'd better head to Potions, I don't really want the wrath of Snape."
But when we reached the dungeons a surprise was in store for us. There were no instructions on the board, no cauldrons bubbling, and the room was actually at an almost normal temperature.
Suddenly, a loud pop sounded to my right. I jumped and whirled around. Professor Snape stood there with one of those muggle party favors that you blow in and they go out. He also didn't have on his customary frown.
"What's going on Professor?" asked Harry.
In answer, Snape flicked his wand at the board and the word PARTY wrote itself there. "In honor of having my favorite student back from the dead, we're celebrating! Help yourself to some snacks!" And then Snape took off, still blowing the noisemaker.
In the corner of the dungeon, seated on a throne like chair sat the one and only Draco Malfoy, who was busy ordering Crabbe and Goyle to get him some pumpkin juice. I guess somethings don't change. Or maybe they do...
I saw the Slytherin prince snap at Pansy who was trying to give him a kiss and she backed off. That quiet black haired Slytherin was sitting next to Malfoy though. That was different. I think his name was... Blaise. He never really picks on Gryffindors, an odd Slytherin really.
I must say that Snape's behavior was odd but I'm not complaing. I mean, a break from Potions was great.
*End Hermione POV*
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*Draco POV*
I went into the Great Hall with my classmates and sat down at the table. I had explained to Blaise the basis of my predicament. I had died and some high rule people had decided I was allowed to come back. I didn't think the rest was important.
Right now, I was exhausted. Pansy had been coming up to me all day and trying to act like my girlfriend... I had almost been kissed by that ugly toad of a girl. People have been skirting me in the halls all day, afraid they'll die if they get too close.
I did find out one thing about Blaise; why he is so different from the other Slytherins. He doesn't want to become a Death Eater and doesn't agree with a lot of the things his housemates talk about. After I made him promise never to tell a soul, I said that I agreed with him.
At first he didn't belive me. After all, I was the son of Voldemort's most trusted servant, Lucius Malfoy. As far as Blaise could see, I had always been an exact replicate of my father. I got pleasure from others pain and suffering. But I contradicted him and said that I only did it to try to impress my father, although I always did hate the Golden Trio. But I didn't think so bad of two of them anymore.
He'd laughed and asked me if I had my eyes on Granger. I shook my head and protested that I still saw her as a muggle born but then he had to ask why I didn't call her a mudblood. I think my blush gave it away. Blaise promised he wouldn't tell anyone, after all... it would totally ruin my reputation.
The Hall was abuzz with chatter and the clanking of silverware. But strangely, dinner had not yet been served. I glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Weasel was talking with a scowl on his face, either about the late dinner or how I'd come back to life.
Clanking of a spoon on a crystal goblet silenced the room immideately. Dumbledore rose from his seat, a smile on his face. "Students, I have a surprise for you. Two more students will be joining us shortly for the remainder of the year. I hope you will make them feel welcome."
I groaned and put my head in my hands. Who cared if we got new students? I sure didn't. Besides, they'd probably both go to Hufflepuff. A few minutes later I heard the Great Hall door swing open and two sets of footsteps enter the room.
"Hi Draco!" called a bubbly and familiar voice.
I picked my head up from my arms and a look of surprise crossed my features before I quickly tried to replace it with a normal smirk and failed miserably. How could they be here? The pink haired girl was walking toward me, a huge grin on her face with a blond haired girl with purple highlights following timidly after her. Both were dressed in black Hogwarts robes.
"Ahem. If you please Miss Reaper could you finish approaching the front of the room?
"Yes Sir Professor Dumbledore Sir! Coming!" Mandela shot me a small smile and followed Mia up to the front of the hall.
"Students, I would like to introduce you to Somialiana Reaper and Mandela Guide."
"It's Mia for short," piped up the vibrant colored haired girl, smiling at the headmaster. I put my face in my hands. She sure knew how to embarass me without trying.
Professor McGonagall crossed from a corner of the room and placed a brown stool in front of the two spirit girls. "All you have to do," she said, "Is put this hat on. It will tell you your house. Miss Reaper, you first."
Mia grabbed the hat from the Transfigurartion teacher and plopped it on her head. Whispers started around the room while we waited for the hat to make its decision. Many of the students said she would be a Gryffindor because of her already bouncy spirit. They didn't know how close they were when they said spirit.
"GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!!!" yelled the patched hat. Mia plucked it off and gave me a small wave before running and plopping herself down at the Gryffindor table, right next to Potter. Professor McGonagall held out the hat to Mandela who took it hesitantly.
She gently placed it on her head and closed her eyes tightly. The house that most of the student body agreed she would get would be Hufflepuff. "Look at her," whispered Pansy. "She looks so scared. Wimp."
"Don't say that," I growled. Several of the Slytherins in hearing distance looked at me strangely. By about five minutes later, I'd have to say this was the longest the hat had had to decide on anyone.
The hat's 'mouth' opened and many people leaned forward to hear what it would say. "SLYTHERIN!" Well, I don't think many people saw that coming. McGonagall looked like she was going into shock....
Mandela handed the hat back to the teacher and made her way over to my table. I smiled at her and she grinned back and slid onto the bench next to me. "Slytherin, huh? What kind of influence did I have on you?" I asked quietly. She just smiled.
"YOU GO GIRL! THAT'S THE WAY TO GO!" yelled Mia from across the room. Mandela blushed a bright red. I smirked. It seemed Mia could embarass others too.
"Now then," said Dumbledore, "Let dinner be served."
As soon as the meal was over, myself talking excitedly to Mandela who wouldn't tell me why she was here, Mia came rushing over. "Oh Draco!" She threw her arms around my neck, not caring she was embarassing me even more. "It's so nice to see you again!"
"Why are you here?" I asked curiously while pulling Mia off of me.
"Come with us," said Mandela. She and Mia led me down a deserted hall.
"Draco," said Mia, "We came to help you."
"Help me? Help me with what?"
"The fate of the world rests in your hands Draco, and you need all the help you can get."
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Author's Notes:
Yeah! I finished the chappie! Although my wrist is killing me.... I need ice... or maybe I should just put the splint back on.
I have decided on something. I WILL have demons in here! Evil demons that Voldemort created! MWAHAHAHA *cough*
Anyways, thank you all so much for sticking with me. I love the way this chappie turned out. And I should be... it took me about four hours to type!
I had a contact appointment today and my left eye actually improved its sight... weird huh? It must have been all the carrotts I didn't eat....
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave lots and lots of reviews! ^^ Ja na!
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Reviewer's Comments from Chapter 7 (There's more after this! ^^)
~*~Ryo Akuinenn~*~ Well, Harry will kill Voldemort, he has too, but he can have some help! ^^ As you saw above, those were reactions, although I wouldn't count out a surprise take from Ron on our favorite Slytherin! ^^
~*~J Wish~*~ Alright, I won't. ^^ Thank you! Hope to have you review again!
~*~stefie-malfoy~*~ Thank you very much. It is a lot different then most of Draco stories, isn't it??? Kewl! ^^ Glad this chappie made you happy! ^^ Hope to have you review again!
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~*~HalownKougra~*~ Thank you. I thought it was a good ending too. This chappie was more difficult to write cuz in YYH everyone just accepted Yusuke back... that's a bit odd. So I had to wing it! ^^ You're very welcome about Draco and Harry. I'm not a big fan of yaoi (or slash in this case) and I didn't want to really do that. Ja na!
~*~LishaChan~*~ Your little brother wouldn't let you on??? What was he doing? My computer kicks me off a ton too. *slaps computer* evil pc.... hehe! ^^
~*~Stormy Skies~*~ Glad you liked the kiss! ^^ Well, that's what everyone at school thought of him alive... ^^
~*~edarcy03~*~ AHHH! Chris, bite me! eww eww gross! But I said hi. Then again, I bite a lot of people too.... I bit this one girl named Rachel in 7th grade cuz she stole my skittles. *readers back away* Hey! I had my rabies shot!
~*~Devils-fire~*~ Oh don't worry about it. I sometimes just leave a few words. But every review, no matter how small keeps me going! ^^ This isn't even close to the end! I have so much more planned for Draco-chan! ^^ Ron's reaction is coming up in next chappie! yeah!
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~*~BrittneyAnna~*~ I feel bad for Harry... I scared him really badly... but it *was* hilariouss! ^.~ Hermione explained to Harry why she fainted but I'll just write it here. She was so surprised that he realy was glowing that she just fainted! ^^ He's sort of going to work for Spirit World... I'll explain later! Bye! ^^
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And now.... To thank those that told me to feel better! And if you told me this on another story, you'll find your name listed there! ^^ And again... THANKS!
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~*~sever13~*~ Thank you. I'd have to say I love Mandela (you spelled it right) too! She's probably my favorite OC character! ^^ Well, she's not completly Original... HalownKougra, the winner of the contest helped to design her.. after all... it's her character. Although we had decided that she would be quiet and shy although I changed her. hehe At least HalownKougra doesn't mind! ^^
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Draco's Spirit
Chapter Eight
'...' indicates thought
*...* indicates emphasis
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From last time:
I felt my eyes open slowly, heavy with the days of sleep I'd had. And then carefully and slowly, I began to rise and then climbed out of the coffin, sprinkling the black roses to the floor.
"Look," said Mia breathlessly.
I knelt down next to the crying girl and placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her to me. She looked up and drew in another breath. "M- Malfoy?" she stuttered.
I shook my head slightly. "No, it's Draco."
She burst into sobs and buried her head in my robes and I wrapped both of my arms around her and held her close.
"Isn't it a perfect ending?" asked Mia, looking at the two of us.
"This is only the beginning," said Sina gravely. "Now come, let's go home."
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*Draco POV*
I don't know how long I sat on the floor of the Great Hall, Hermione resting in my arms. I only knew that I felt a feeling that I rarely experienced. It was happiness. Everything was turning out all right. I was alive, my mother would get help soon, and things might be changing between myself and the two Gryffindors who I'd become aqquainted with while being a spirit. Besides, if they cared about me I'm sure something would change.
I mean, come on. A month ago I would not have Hermione, a muggle born witch, hugging me. If someone told me that this was going to happen, I'd probably have.... I don't know what I would have done. Everything has changed.
The Slytherins who I thought were my friends didn't really fit into that category anymore. Crabbe and Goyle didn't really miss me, but they needed me. It's now that I realize that they used me more than I used them. As for Pansy, I see that now she only went after me in hopes to gain power and wealth, and of course my good looks.
In fact, if you look at all the Slytherins, they'd all be classified as unloyal, not true friends. Except maybe one. Blaise. He seemed geninely upset when I died. We never talked that much, but he wasn't one of those brainwashed idiots intent on only getting fame from me. Sometimes, we would just talk about normal things, like quidditch or girls. He was the only person who I could consider being able to have an intelligent conversation with.
I closed my eyes and rested my chin on top of her head. I just needed to close my eyes for a moment. Then I would carry the sleeping girl upstairs and put her outside of that portrait of the fat lady. I'm pretty sure that that is where the Gryffindor common room is. But a few minutes later, I could feel myself drifting off to sleep and I did nothing to stop it.
Screams. I jerked my head up, my whole body stiff from sleeping in a sitting position all night in the Great Hall. Wait... Great Hall? And the screams?
It didn't take long to figure out who and why was screaming. All the students and staff who entered the hall for breakfast began to scream because I was sitting on the floor, a girl in my arms. Cries of "He's come back to haunt us" and "It's an evil spirit" filled the chaotic room as everyone ran about, just plain freaked out. Then again, they're probably used to the dead staying dead.
"SILENCE!" At one the pandamonium ceased as the aged wizard spoke. "There is no cause for alarm," stated Dumbledore looking at the terrified faces of the people present in the room. "Why is it that you are all screaming? I see nothing out of the ordinary."
Stuttering, McGonagall answered, "Albus, D-Draco Malfoy is... is.... he's.... Oh Merlin he's...."
"What Minerva is trying to say," butted in Snape, "Is it appears that Draco Malfoy, presumed dead, is sitting right here."
"Well of course," said Dumbledore, "Why shouldn't he be?"
The whole room gaped at Dumbledore, their mouths hanging open. Hermione, who had woken up to all the yelling was watching the scene unfolding calmly, still resting in my arms.
"Professor," said a fourth year Ravenclaw, "Malfoy was avada kervadaed, there's no way for someone to be alive after that." The whole room nodded, agreeing with the student.
"Last night," said Dumbledore, "I was informed that Draco Malfoy would be returning to us. I do not question my informative and neither should you. Now please, will all of you take your seats and settle down. Oh and Argus? Could you get that casket out of here?"
The students moved numbly to their seats, all of their eyes fixed on the me, the person who had come back from the dead. I rose to my feet, offering a hand to help Hermione up. She took it and gave me a small smile. "Thank you," I whispered so that only she could hear. The brunette smiled at me and then made her way to the Gryffindor table.
I picked up my wand from inside the casket and muttered a spell. At once the fancy robes I'd been wearing changed back into my Hogwarts robes. Then, I strode over to my table and sat down, acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Blaise looked at me quizically and I mouthed later, knowing I could explain it all to him.
*End Draco POV*
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*Hermione POV*
I made my way over to the table and slid into my seat between Ron and Harry, knowing that a lot of people were looking at me. Why? Because I was with Draco Malfoy, an alive Draco Malfoy, curled up in his arms.
Why was I, a Gryffindor with him? I was a muggle born, a 'disgrace to the wizarding world' as Malfoy used to say. Did I know anything about why Draco was alive? I could tell everyone was dying to know what was going on. Truthfully, I didn't know myself. I just had that dream and it was actually true.
"Hey." Harry poked me in the side. "Care to explain?"
"Later," I whispered, still very aware that people were looking at me. During breakfast the whole hall was almost silent, the only sounds those of people eating and asking someone to pass the butter. It was quite unnerving. I needed to talk to Malfoy myself. I needed answers and I needed to know why he came back. Unfortunately, it appeared the entire school wanted to speak to Malfoy. The only good thing was that most of them were too afraid to.
After breakfast I made my way upstairs for History of Magic with Harry and Ron. Impressively, no one talked or fell asleep during the class, they were all too busy trying to figure out how Malfoy was alive and what I was doing with him. Of course, I still took notes. After all, it might be on our finals!
After a very subdued lunch Harry and I went out to the lake to talk leaving Ron at the table still wolfing down food. We sat down on the bank next to each other and sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Alright, what's going on?" asked Harry turning to look at me.
I twiddled my thumbs and looked into my lap, not wanting to look at my best friend. "It's a long story," I said quietly.
"Well, we have time...."
"Oh alright. It all started with this dream I had. And-"
"Wait, dream?"
"Yes, I had a dream about Malfoy."
"Did it have anything to do with umm... ummm... kissing him?"
"Yeah it did!" I said surprised. "How'd you know?"
A horrorfied expression grew on his face and he turned a tomato red. "I had the same dream. It was the night I was in the hospital wing. I was having a wonderful dream about ice cream and then all of a sudden my ice cream cone turned into Malfoy.
He said something about turning silver and how I had to kiss him. Then his head, which was the ice cream kinda moved in and I woke up screaming." He shuddered.
I giggled. It was kind of funny. I wonder why Harry was dreaming about ice cream... "Anyway, I had the same dream as you and I didn't believe it. But I went down to the Great Hall and looked in the casket. He was glowing silver and I couldn't belive it. I guess it was to much stress on my body and well... I fainted."
Now Harry burst into laughter. "You fainted? I can't belive it. We faced Fluffy, played a game of wizard chess, fooled Umbridge, befriended Hagrid's brother and you faint when you see someone glowing. That's hillarious!"
I gave him a mock glare. "It was scary. You don't normally expect your dreams to be real. Except yours. Have you been working on occulmency?" Harry averted his eyes from me. "Harry," I sighed in exasparation. "You need to work on that."
"I know, I know. Now get back on topic. What happened after you fainted?"
"I woke up and had about two minutes until midnight. Then I kissed him."
"You actually kissed him?" asked Harry raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I did because if I didn't he wouldn't be here, would he?"
"Good point. But why were you with him this morning?"
"We both must have fallen asleep last night.... I mean, it was a really long night. But he hugged me when I was crying when I thought I was too late. And then he thanked me this morning."
Harry stood up and stretched. "Come on Mione, we'd better head to Potions, I don't really want the wrath of Snape."
But when we reached the dungeons a surprise was in store for us. There were no instructions on the board, no cauldrons bubbling, and the room was actually at an almost normal temperature.
Suddenly, a loud pop sounded to my right. I jumped and whirled around. Professor Snape stood there with one of those muggle party favors that you blow in and they go out. He also didn't have on his customary frown.
"What's going on Professor?" asked Harry.
In answer, Snape flicked his wand at the board and the word PARTY wrote itself there. "In honor of having my favorite student back from the dead, we're celebrating! Help yourself to some snacks!" And then Snape took off, still blowing the noisemaker.
In the corner of the dungeon, seated on a throne like chair sat the one and only Draco Malfoy, who was busy ordering Crabbe and Goyle to get him some pumpkin juice. I guess somethings don't change. Or maybe they do...
I saw the Slytherin prince snap at Pansy who was trying to give him a kiss and she backed off. That quiet black haired Slytherin was sitting next to Malfoy though. That was different. I think his name was... Blaise. He never really picks on Gryffindors, an odd Slytherin really.
I must say that Snape's behavior was odd but I'm not complaing. I mean, a break from Potions was great.
*End Hermione POV*
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*Draco POV*
I went into the Great Hall with my classmates and sat down at the table. I had explained to Blaise the basis of my predicament. I had died and some high rule people had decided I was allowed to come back. I didn't think the rest was important.
Right now, I was exhausted. Pansy had been coming up to me all day and trying to act like my girlfriend... I had almost been kissed by that ugly toad of a girl. People have been skirting me in the halls all day, afraid they'll die if they get too close.
I did find out one thing about Blaise; why he is so different from the other Slytherins. He doesn't want to become a Death Eater and doesn't agree with a lot of the things his housemates talk about. After I made him promise never to tell a soul, I said that I agreed with him.
At first he didn't belive me. After all, I was the son of Voldemort's most trusted servant, Lucius Malfoy. As far as Blaise could see, I had always been an exact replicate of my father. I got pleasure from others pain and suffering. But I contradicted him and said that I only did it to try to impress my father, although I always did hate the Golden Trio. But I didn't think so bad of two of them anymore.
He'd laughed and asked me if I had my eyes on Granger. I shook my head and protested that I still saw her as a muggle born but then he had to ask why I didn't call her a mudblood. I think my blush gave it away. Blaise promised he wouldn't tell anyone, after all... it would totally ruin my reputation.
The Hall was abuzz with chatter and the clanking of silverware. But strangely, dinner had not yet been served. I glanced over at the Gryffindor table. Weasel was talking with a scowl on his face, either about the late dinner or how I'd come back to life.
Clanking of a spoon on a crystal goblet silenced the room immideately. Dumbledore rose from his seat, a smile on his face. "Students, I have a surprise for you. Two more students will be joining us shortly for the remainder of the year. I hope you will make them feel welcome."
I groaned and put my head in my hands. Who cared if we got new students? I sure didn't. Besides, they'd probably both go to Hufflepuff. A few minutes later I heard the Great Hall door swing open and two sets of footsteps enter the room.
"Hi Draco!" called a bubbly and familiar voice.
I picked my head up from my arms and a look of surprise crossed my features before I quickly tried to replace it with a normal smirk and failed miserably. How could they be here? The pink haired girl was walking toward me, a huge grin on her face with a blond haired girl with purple highlights following timidly after her. Both were dressed in black Hogwarts robes.
"Ahem. If you please Miss Reaper could you finish approaching the front of the room?
"Yes Sir Professor Dumbledore Sir! Coming!" Mandela shot me a small smile and followed Mia up to the front of the hall.
"Students, I would like to introduce you to Somialiana Reaper and Mandela Guide."
"It's Mia for short," piped up the vibrant colored haired girl, smiling at the headmaster. I put my face in my hands. She sure knew how to embarass me without trying.
Professor McGonagall crossed from a corner of the room and placed a brown stool in front of the two spirit girls. "All you have to do," she said, "Is put this hat on. It will tell you your house. Miss Reaper, you first."
Mia grabbed the hat from the Transfigurartion teacher and plopped it on her head. Whispers started around the room while we waited for the hat to make its decision. Many of the students said she would be a Gryffindor because of her already bouncy spirit. They didn't know how close they were when they said spirit.
"GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!!!" yelled the patched hat. Mia plucked it off and gave me a small wave before running and plopping herself down at the Gryffindor table, right next to Potter. Professor McGonagall held out the hat to Mandela who took it hesitantly.
She gently placed it on her head and closed her eyes tightly. The house that most of the student body agreed she would get would be Hufflepuff. "Look at her," whispered Pansy. "She looks so scared. Wimp."
"Don't say that," I growled. Several of the Slytherins in hearing distance looked at me strangely. By about five minutes later, I'd have to say this was the longest the hat had had to decide on anyone.
The hat's 'mouth' opened and many people leaned forward to hear what it would say. "SLYTHERIN!" Well, I don't think many people saw that coming. McGonagall looked like she was going into shock....
Mandela handed the hat back to the teacher and made her way over to my table. I smiled at her and she grinned back and slid onto the bench next to me. "Slytherin, huh? What kind of influence did I have on you?" I asked quietly. She just smiled.
"YOU GO GIRL! THAT'S THE WAY TO GO!" yelled Mia from across the room. Mandela blushed a bright red. I smirked. It seemed Mia could embarass others too.
"Now then," said Dumbledore, "Let dinner be served."
As soon as the meal was over, myself talking excitedly to Mandela who wouldn't tell me why she was here, Mia came rushing over. "Oh Draco!" She threw her arms around my neck, not caring she was embarassing me even more. "It's so nice to see you again!"
"Why are you here?" I asked curiously while pulling Mia off of me.
"Come with us," said Mandela. She and Mia led me down a deserted hall.
"Draco," said Mia, "We came to help you."
"Help me? Help me with what?"
"The fate of the world rests in your hands Draco, and you need all the help you can get."
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Author's Notes:
Yeah! I finished the chappie! Although my wrist is killing me.... I need ice... or maybe I should just put the splint back on.
I have decided on something. I WILL have demons in here! Evil demons that Voldemort created! MWAHAHAHA *cough*
Anyways, thank you all so much for sticking with me. I love the way this chappie turned out. And I should be... it took me about four hours to type!
I had a contact appointment today and my left eye actually improved its sight... weird huh? It must have been all the carrotts I didn't eat....
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave lots and lots of reviews! ^^ Ja na!
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Reviewer's Comments from Chapter 7 (There's more after this! ^^)
~*~Ryo Akuinenn~*~ Well, Harry will kill Voldemort, he has too, but he can have some help! ^^ As you saw above, those were reactions, although I wouldn't count out a surprise take from Ron on our favorite Slytherin! ^^
~*~J Wish~*~ Alright, I won't. ^^ Thank you! Hope to have you review again!
~*~stefie-malfoy~*~ Thank you very much. It is a lot different then most of Draco stories, isn't it??? Kewl! ^^ Glad this chappie made you happy! ^^ Hope to have you review again!
~*~Taisa Ayase~*~ Thank you very much. c ya later! ^.~
~*~HalownKougra~*~ Thank you. I thought it was a good ending too. This chappie was more difficult to write cuz in YYH everyone just accepted Yusuke back... that's a bit odd. So I had to wing it! ^^ You're very welcome about Draco and Harry. I'm not a big fan of yaoi (or slash in this case) and I didn't want to really do that. Ja na!
~*~LishaChan~*~ Your little brother wouldn't let you on??? What was he doing? My computer kicks me off a ton too. *slaps computer* evil pc.... hehe! ^^
~*~Stormy Skies~*~ Glad you liked the kiss! ^^ Well, that's what everyone at school thought of him alive... ^^
~*~edarcy03~*~ AHHH! Chris, bite me! eww eww gross! But I said hi. Then again, I bite a lot of people too.... I bit this one girl named Rachel in 7th grade cuz she stole my skittles. *readers back away* Hey! I had my rabies shot!
~*~Devils-fire~*~ Oh don't worry about it. I sometimes just leave a few words. But every review, no matter how small keeps me going! ^^ This isn't even close to the end! I have so much more planned for Draco-chan! ^^ Ron's reaction is coming up in next chappie! yeah!
~*~AnimegirlH~*~ Thank you! I'll probably have more in depth reactions in the next chappie!
~*~Call me Alena~*~ Thank you! I luv it too! ^^ TTYL!
~*~Lauingsiae~*~ Thank you! ^^ Hope this is soon
~*~Slothtrashcan~*~ Yeah, I'm very glad Hermioen kissed hima nd not Harry. If it was Harry it could have been slash... yuck. Thanx for reviewing! ^^
~*~BrittneyAnna~*~ I feel bad for Harry... I scared him really badly... but it *was* hilariouss! ^.~ Hermione explained to Harry why she fainted but I'll just write it here. She was so surprised that he realy was glowing that she just fainted! ^^ He's sort of going to work for Spirit World... I'll explain later! Bye! ^^
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And now.... To thank those that told me to feel better! And if you told me this on another story, you'll find your name listed there! ^^ And again... THANKS!
~*~Ryo Akuinenn~*~ Well, as for bad... everyone at the doctor's thought I did a great job. I broke it in two places and part of the wrist bone was in my hand... gross. I broke my wrist March 6th and had surgery on the 12th. Thanks so much for sticking with me. ^^
~*~Dracowar~*~ you are impatient, aren't you? Me too!^^ I hope this wasn't to late for you. Got working as soon as I could! ^^
~*~elrohir lover~*~ Ouch! How'd you break your ankle? Are you alright? Hope you feel better soon. I barely used my wrist up until now... I was afraid of jarring the pins and rods in it. Although I'm very happy to find out that I won't set of metal dectors. I set one off in eight grade at the Sears Tower, I accidently left a nickel in my pocket. O.o
~*~sever13~*~ Thank you. I'd have to say I love Mandela (you spelled it right) too! She's probably my favorite OC character! ^^ Well, she's not completly Original... HalownKougra, the winner of the contest helped to design her.. after all... it's her character. Although we had decided that she would be quiet and shy although I changed her. hehe At least HalownKougra doesn't mind! ^^
~*~edarcy03~*~ you did mean buddy right??? I'm not dead... hehe, I know what you meant. I had a wrist appointment that day... ^^ The doc wanted to make sure it looked okay. Have another one in about two weeks.
~*~BrittneyAnna~*~ Thank you! ^^ I'm feeling better already and all of these reviews helped. ^^
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