Enemy, Friend or Lover?
..Glemm Spell..
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Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table and reached for a piece of toast, her ring glittering in the bright light of the sun. She smiled to herself and bit into the crunchy toast.
For the past week, Hermione had been in a happy fog. Her and Draco were getting along great, people were nice and most of all, they seemed to accept them together.
"Hey, Hermione," Pavarti smiled and sat alongside her and plopped a plump green grape into her mouth. "How are you this morning?" she asked, her voice polite but not her smile.
"Fine, thanks. How are you?"
"I'm great, thank you."
Hermione smiled and went back to eating, her ring sparkling as she reached for her glass.
"Are you and Draco alright?"
Hermione shook her head, slowly. A smile disappeared on her lips and she turned on the bench to face Pavarti.
"Yes, we are fine. Thanks for asking. Now, if you don't mind don't ask about us anymore because I wont be telling you anything."
Pavarti sneered and got off the bench, her nose in the air.
Hermione smirked to herself and turned her head to watch Ron and Harry come to sit down.
"Hey, Hermione. How are you?"
"I'm great. And how are you two?"
They both answered with a blunt fine and started to fill their plates with food.
Hermione put down her toast and peered at her two best friends. "Can I ask you two something?"
"Yeah, sure. What's up?" Ron asked, his mouth full of eggs.
"I was wondering if . . . well . . . Never mind."
Harry put down his fork and gave her a stare. "Spit it out, Hermione."
"I was wondering of you knew about the Glemm spell?"
Ron swallowed his food and put down his fork. "Why? Hermione, what's going on?"
"So you know about it?"
Harry sighed. "Hermione, just tell us what's wrong."
Hermione's hand went to her ring and turned it on her slim finger. "I think Draco's under the spell."
"What?" They both asked in unison.
"How?"
Hermione shook her head and shrugged. "I don't know. But I know Draco is different. He's not normal anymore."
"Like how?"
"Well for starters, yesterday, he couldn't talk to me. He opened his mouth but nothing came out, his eyes were red and bloodshot. He was shaking and he looked terrified."
"Was he confused?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
Ron reached across the table and clasped her hand.
"He was cringing constantly and covering his ears as if someone was yelling at him. I kept on asking what was wrong but he pushed me away and ran to his room. Madison went in to check on him and he was fine. He could talk and he was acting like he usually did. And then I walked in with them and -"
Ron squeezed her hand tighter and urged her to go on.
"He went back to how he was before. He covered his ear and knelt by the bed. He started to shiver and then he- he started to moan and he was almost screaming by the time I left. Madison stayed with him and then he was normal again."
"Hermione, I'm so sorry. Did you tell anyone? Like a teacher or anything?"
Hermione gradually shook her head. "And this morning he woke me up, he was normal. I asked him if he was okay and he was so confused about what had happened. Like he had just forgot what had happened to him or just didn't know."
"I think you're right, Hermione."
"I think I am, too. But last night, I could hear him. He was thinking about Voldemort." Hermione lowered her voice and looked intently at her hand clasped in Ron's.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I could hear him think. He was trying to think of what to say to his father and Voldemort. He was saying he wouldn't leave me for them, that he loved me."
"Hermione, you have to tell Dumbledore."
"I know. But I'm worried that Draco will find out."
"Then tell him."
Hermione sighed and Draco came in the great hall. He looked around, caught her eye and smiled. He went to go sit down and started to eat. He felt Hermione's eyes on him so he looked up and gave her a wink.
Hermione nodded and they went back to eating. Non of them ate much after that. The mail came Hermione looked up to see if she got any mail besides the newspaper. Non. But Draco did.
He frowned and opened the paper slowly. Before her eyes, Draco paled. He swallowed and quickly got up, spilling a drink in his rush. He apologized and cleaned the spill up with a quick spell. He tucked the letter into his robes and hurried out.
"I have to go, you two. I'll talk to ya later." Hermione grabbed her bag and hurried after him.
He was in the library, the letter in his hands.
"Draco?" Hermione asked, coming up behind him.
"Yeah?"
"Is everything all right?"
Draco nodded and opened his mouth, stretching his jaw. Then he tipped his head and tapped his temple as if his ears had popped.
"Who's the letter from?" Hermione asked as she came closer.
Hermione swallowed as Draco said his father. She took another step closer and Draco cringed and plugged his one ear.
"Bye, Draco." Hermione turned straight around and left the library. Her heart was pounding, her eyes wet from unshed tears.
She ran blindly down the hall, falling as she hit someone.
"I'm so sorry," came a subdued voice.
Hermione blinked back the flowing tears and went to pick up the things that fell from her bag. She let out a sob as a sharp object slid into the flesh at her palm.
"Hermione?"
Hermione looked up but couldn't see through the tears. The accusatory pain in her hand had done her in.
"Hermione, are you okay."
Hermione sat down, her hand nursed near her middle. She rocked back and forth, pain clutching her heart.
"Hermione, it's Cole. Can you hear me?"
Hermione nodded and clenched his arm as he came closer.
"I need-"
"I know, Hermione. Let me help you up."
Hermione nodded and tried her hardest to keep the sobs down. Tears ran down her red cheeks and she shook so hard that Cole had to help her walk to a empty classroom.
"Here, sit down and I'll get your bag."
Hermione took off her sweater and pressed it to her bleeding hand.
Her tears soon stopped and Cole came back.
"Let me see that."
Hermione slipped off of the table and reached for her bag, her legs still a little wobbly. "I'm fine. I just wanna get to class."
"Hermione, sit down," he commanded. He pushed her tenderly down in a chair and seized her hand.
"But-"
Cole looked down at her then knelt beside her. "I know you don't want me here but you stabbed your hand with a knife. What are you doing with a knife that sharp in your bag?"
"I don't know," Hermione muttered.
Cole took the sweater from her and peered at the open wound. He took out his wand and muttered a spell, the cut heeled but a little red, with a white scar that would soon go away.
"Are you okay?"
Hermione nodded and thanked him, her voice hoarse. "I just had a little break down. Thanks for helping me."
Cole nodded and stepped away as Hermione snatched her bag and scurried away.
Hermione went straight to her class, early as usual, but still shaky and confused.
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At lunch, Hermione went straight to her table, grabbed a sandwich and left again, heading right up to the common room then up the guys' stairway.
Hermione opened the door, cringing as it creaked. She stepped over around to the bed and reached under the pillow. Nothing.
"Where'd you put it, Draco?" she whispered and bit into the PB and J sandwich.
She looked in the drawers but still she didn't find the letter. She bent under the bed and felt around.
She brought her hand back out but her finger caught something. There was a small whole in the floorboard and she tugged on it. The board lifted up and inside was a small medallion and the letter underneath it.
Hermione pulled the letter out and started to read, her hands quivering, her body anxious.
"What?"
The letter started out asking how Draco was doing then went on about how Voldemort was ready for him. He would become a death eater in two weeks to this day.
"Oh, my god."
Hermione sat down on the floor in total disbelief. "No, it's not true."
She sat in silence, the letter clenched in her hands.
Voldemort.
Hermione looked around, swearing she heard a voice. Swiftly, she placed the letter back in it's hiding place and then scrambled out of the room.
In the common room, nobody was there. The fire was lit but the common room was still cool.
Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she went down to her next class, so early she had to sit outside the doorway.
The day went by in a blur and Hermione was so strained form thinking about Draco, she could hear his voice.
She was going crazy and she was terrified of loosing Draco. So later that night after supper, she went to talk to the headmaster about it.
Dumbledore wasn't rude nor was he very interested. He sat back in his chair, watching the concern in her face, the way she talked and worry about Draco. He listened to her apprehension, the twinkle shinning in his eyes.
"Ms. Granger. I know what's worrying you. You have suspected that he is under the Glemm spell and you are correct. His father wants him to become a deatheater and the only way Draco will become one is if he is under a spell. He no longer wants death or dark fame. He wants you."
"Then how can I get to him? Professor, I don't know what to do! I can't talk to him without the spell working but I swear there is a way!"
Dumbledore smiled and sat down in his chair. "I know, dear. Can you hear him now?"
Hermione frowned and peered closely at him. "No."
"Yes, you can. Think about him. What is he doing right now?"
"He should be eating right now," Hermione told the headmaster, confused and still worried.
"That's right. I'm hungry myself." He smiled again then shook his head. "Think what he's thinking and you'll reach him."
"What? I'm sorry Professor, but I'm afraid I don't understand."
"That's all I can say. You're smart, Ms. Granger. I know you'll figure it out."
Hermione thanked him and left, and sulkily made her way to the great hall.
Hermione looked around and spotted some of the guys talking. She made her way to them and sat down beside Neville.
"Hey, Hermione. How are you?"
Hermione slowly looked at him and his face instantly sobered. "I don't know."
"Still Malfoy, huh?"
"Yes, still Draco."
Dean peered around Lavender and smiled at her, his attempt failing.
"We can beat him up for you," he suggested.
Hermione laughed softly and sighed. "No thanks. I just need some time to think." Hermione glance around the great hall and found Draco staring at a jelly filled doughnut that was in his hand. He stared at the doughnut, his mouth almost drooling.
Yum, Hermione though.
Delicious!
Hermione's head whipped around and scanned the great hall.
"I'm going crazy," Hermione moaned to herself.
I better save one for Hermione. These are her favourite.
Again, Hermione scanned the room, her eyes landing on Draco. His eyes met hers and Hermione let in a sharp breath, her hands started to shake and her heartbeat went flying sky high.
Oh my god!
Hermione watched Draco's face go pale and his mouth went into a thin line.
Hermione?
Oh. My. God. Hermione stared Draco dead in the eye and he gazed right back.
Can you hear me, Draco? Hermione asked, her hands shaking too much for her liking.
Yes.
Right, so I guess- Hermione was nudged and her thought escaped, the connection broken.
"Hermione! What is wrong with you?" Ron asked, his face full of deep distress.
"I don't know." She tried to smile and then closed her eyes. "I think I'm just hungry." Hermione grabbed an apple and bit into it.
A hand clenched down on her shoulder, causing her to jump.
"I'm sorry, are you aright? Draco asked.
Hermione nodded, her hand clutched to her racing heart. "You scared me!"
"We need to talk."
Ron looked over at him. "Are you sure that's a good idea. Maybe you should leave her alone for a little while."
"No," Draco said. "I need to talk to her now."
"But-" Ron started.
"No, Ron. It's okay."
"Are you sure, Hermione? Really sure?"
"Yes, Ron. Thank you."
"Come to me if you need anything, alright?"
Hermione nodded and followed Draco out of the great hall, her hands quivering. Draco noticed this and pulled one into his.
Draco guided her to a room with lit candles, the air filled with mist, indicating that a spell had just been made in that room.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered, her voice quivering.
"I don't know what happened," Draco responded to the unasked question.
"Maybe we could . . . tell."
Draco stared at her hard. "Tell who?"
"I don't know, Dumbledore?"
Draco shook his head. "No, we aren't going to talk to him. We can figure this out, I know we can. Just think. Have you read about this in a book or heard talk about it t all?"
"Yeah," Hermione answered, her voice still shaky. "It's called the Glemm spell. Ever heard of it?"
Draco frowned deeply, his eyes searching her face. "Yes, but what does that have to do with the telepathy we have going here?"
"Draco, you're under the Glemm spell."
"What? I am not."
Hermione shook her head. "Yeah, Draco, you are. Can you remember getting back headaches and wanting to throw up?"
"Yes, but-"
"That's when you talk to me. Your father or someone is trying to get you to go be a deatheater. They know you love me too much to let me go and they are trying to get you to hate me or can't stand to hear me. They want you away from me, Draco."
"Why would you say something like that to me?" Draco questioned in astonishment.
"It's the truth, Draco."
"My father has tried to get along with you and then you go against him?"
"No, Draco. But I know I'm right. I care about you so much, Draco. I refuse to loose you. You made a vow to me, Draco. You promised me eternal love and I can't get it when you're a deatheater. Draco, you aren't meant for that! "
"I'm not under the spell, Hermione! I would know."
"Draco, you're eyes go bloodshot, you shake uncontrollably, you're confused and can even hear someone talk to you."
"Yeah, you!"
Hermione stepped closer to Draco, her heart pounding turbulently. She touched his shoulder and looked up into his stormy grey eyes. He was confused and worried, Hermione knew. But there was also something deeper, stronger in his eyes. Something unfathomable and unknown.
"No, Draco, your father! I can hear you talk to him through the bedroom even Madison can hear you. Draco I'm worried about you! We need help!"
"No."
"Draco, please-"
"Hermione, as much as I love you, I can't. I'm not under the Glemm Spell but I can hear you. I think we should drop this and try to communicate again."
Hermione nodded and sniffed back her tears, held back her protest.
After about and hour of trying the telepathy thing out, Hermione and Draco discovered that if they called to the other one, it worked. And if they though of the same thing at the same time, their minds automatically connected. You could reject the call but if it was meaningful to the other, the voice would only be dim, not completely transparent.
They decided to go to the common room. They met Cody and Madison in there and they talked about whatever. Throughout the whole conversations, Hermione never looked away from Draco if it wasn't necessary.
They went to bed early and that that night because they were running out of things to talk about and because Hermione was so distant.
Hermione snuck into Draco's room later that night and looked down at his sleeping form. She was about to turn around when his drowsy voice lit up the room.
"Lay with me."
Hermione gasped and clutched her heart, noticing that his eyes were open.
They both knew she wanted to stay so Draco lifted up the edge of the blanket and let Hermione slip in under them. She rested up against his body and instantly fell asleep.
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Hermione looked around the empty corridor and felt her heart start to beat fast. She was going to have to tell him.
He would think that I betrayed him, Hermione kept on thinking.
Having no clue what to do, she franticly thought of what she would say to Draco. She couldn't tell him face to face because he would get really mad and if she told him through someone else, he'd still find her. He'd come and get her no matter where she was. There was only one way to tell him, only one place to go.
Hermione hurried up to the Gryffindor common room and went straight up to Ron's and Harry's room. She looked around, her tears starting to come.
Draco? Hermione called. Draco, I need you.
Hermione? Came Draco's soft reply. Hermione, what's wrong?
Hermione held a hand to lips as the trembled, her eyes sore from the tears coming out. Draco, I'm scared.
Scared of what? Hermione, what's wrong?
Hermione collapsed down on Ron's bed, her heart aching and her mind wishing. Draco, I'm so scared. We have to talk.
There was a pause. Talk about what, Hermione? Just tell me where you are and then we can talk.
No! Please. I need to talk to you like this.
But Hermione-
Hermione sobbed louder into her pillow as she felt Draco's worry and concern. She could feel what he was feeling, she could hear him and feel that his mind was working fast.
Hermione, you're trembling. Please, tell me where you are? he question and Hermione shook her head into the pillow even though he couldn't see.
No, Draco. You have to go away. You cant be here in the castle anymore.
Another long pause. What do you mean?
I talked to Dumbledore today after we talked. He's gonna talk at you tomorrow and send you away.
Why?
Hermione bawled into the pillow, her chest tight and her body tense. Hermione hurt so badly, she couldn't even think of what to say.
I hurt so bad.
Hermione!
Draco, I can't talk to you anymore. I'm in too much pain, I- I just don't know what to do. I'm scared, I'm tired and I hurt. Please forgive me.
Hermio-
Hermione wished him away and his voice was gone from her mind. Hermione closed her eyes and bawled some more, the pillow damp, the blankets rumpled, her hair a mess. But Hermione didn't care. She wanted so badly to be in Draco's arms, to feel safe and know Draco was alright.
"Hermione?"
Hermione recognized Ron's voice. She didn't look up or answer him. She felt the bed dipped beside her and Ron's big hand trace her spine.
"Hermione, sweet, what's wrong?"
Hermione didn't answer him just wept into the pillow.
"Hermione, this is killing me. Please tell me what's wrong. Is it Draco?" No reply. "Come here, Hermione. Let me give you a hug."
The need to be comforted and held so strong, Hermione flipped around and jumped into Ron's arms. He stroked her hair as her face went to the curve of his neck.
Ron felt his chest tighten so bad that he almost cried with her. He simply held her as she cried as if someone she loved just died.
"Aw, sweet, please stop. I can't take this," Ron murmured into her hair. "I'm hurting to see you so sad."
"I told . . . Dumbledore. And . . . He's s-sending Dr-Draco away," she gasped out between brutal sobs.
Ron groaned with sorrow, his sorrow not too much for Draco but for Hermione, who was in love and wouldn't do very good without him.
"Hermione, lay here for the night. I'll bunk on the floor. Let me get you some food for supper."
"I'm n-not hungry," came her muffled reply.
"Shh," Ron soothed and eased her back into laying positions. He grabbed a blanket from under the bed and tucked it around her.
"Lay here, I'll be right back."
He was indeed back soon but Hermione was already asleep, her nose and eyes red from crying, her hair tousled and Ron could understand why Draco comforted her when she cried. You couldn't help it. She sobbed and trembled, making your heart almost stop, wishing for it to stop if she would only quit crying.
Ron kissed her forehead and placed an apple, sandwich and her favourite chocolate brownie on the nightstand.
He then left her and wished for her to have a peaceful slumber.
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I'm so sorry about not updating! I forgot for so long. I'll trying to get the next chapter out and written for this story and the next chapter for the other story. I'll try to have the other story chapter out in at least a week. I'm soooo sorry.
Hope you liked this chapter.
Chebetta.