Born The Day You Kissed Me

by Aurorablu

I was born the day you kissed me, I died the night you left me, but oh, how I lived while you loved me... DracoHermione

8. Signo Serpens

A/N: Laaa-deee-daaa… I am perfectly sane, and I am fine. Yep, everything's cool. Not. Life's horrible… T.T. Man, J.K Rowling totally rules Harry Potter is like my haven or something… lol. Nothing is sane at the moment… Heh. Not funny. I am not funny. I found some of my dead manuscripts of writing which I was going to use. Whoop-de-doo! Mine my precious…

Looking for the disclaimer? :cough, cough: of course I didn't do anything to it… except hide it in my A/N. Darn…

Ah well, story time for all you little impatient people out there…

Once Upon a Time… there was a girl and a boy. They fell in love and married and lived happily ever after. The End.

Happy? Never mind…

Okay, here's the proper A/N.

MY B'DAY TODAY!

You people would probably hate me now. I mean, after the end of the chapter. I was going to do this thing which happens to the end of this chappie waaaaaaaaaaaaay later but I figured that it's better keeping the chappies shorter and more paced, so people don't have to read as much… nn okay, and I decided to put the founders in it. The founders have always been interesting subjects for me… tee hee. Also, just had to tell you, Uglies is a real book by Scott Westerfeld.

Summary of this chapter: Draco was stargazing and then he apparates/ Hermione looks back and starts to procrastinate/ Hermione goes into a frenzy rage/ Ginny catches the reading plague/ Hermione and Draco meet up by the lake/ And Draco finally makes his big break/ No snogs in this one, just moping and snark/And angsty monologues in the dark/ Nothing is fine and nothing is dandy/ So I better watch out and not make you guys angry/ Darkness is bound and so are holes through the door/ Now I better shut up before I spoil any more!

ALSO, LAST OF THANKS TO ETTIE! Lol. Thanks for the uberly spiffy BETA-ing job! I couldn't have done it without you my good friend!

APPLAUDE EVERYONE!

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Last Time On Born the Day You Kissed Me

Zareth sighed. "You're right. Hey… are you up for some matchmaking?"

Sandra rolled her eyes at her brother's childish self.

"No. Let nature take its course."

Zareth frowned briefly, before nodding. "I suppose it's for the best" Zareth sighed and went back to writing the paper that was due last week on Angel History.

Then he suddenly shrugged and thought,

'It wouldn't hurt to give them some help…'

Chapter 8

Signo Serpens

Now on Born the Day You Kissed Me

The silver beams of light flowed over his room. Draco grimaced and stared out of the window that covered the entire wall of his slightly oval shaped dorm. Then he raised an eyebrow. Of course he had done it in silver and green, why not show house spirit? It wasn't that dim, and it looked quite effective.

The loud crackling of the fire in the hearth snapped him from his revere.

'A house elf must've lit it' he thought, and brushed away the thought, concentrating on the astronomy charts which he had spread out on the floor.

A faint breath of wind seared its path across his neck, and he shivered. Thank god for his longer hair. Otherwise he'd be freezing to death by now. A jolt of pain shot through his arm. Draco sighed and looked outside, before standing up.

Draco swung his wand in a complicated pattern and murmured something under his breath. Beams of dark grey surrounded him, covering him completely. A faint pop echoed through the night, and when the smoke cleared away, Draco was gone.

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Hermione heard a faint popping noise and shook her head.

'Probably gone off to some late night rendezvous with some girl' she rolled her eyes and went back to her Potions essay, which was due in two weeks time. Or something like that.

She rubbed the back of her head. Since she had brought down Professor Dumbledore and Snape to the dungeon, sharp pains were shooting up her spine and it was giving her a headache. Also, she kept on having various memory lapses and she kept on forgetting several important things. She blinked and stretched, turning to look outside.

Hermione shrugged and turned to look back inside. It was much more warm and inviting than the balcony which she had been working at.

She slowly walked back inside her room and snuggled up in the alcove, with the book 'To Kill a Mockingbird'.
A few seconds later, she was fast asleep.

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The light cast an ethereal glow on the pale grey stones, paved in the wall. Candles were held up by serpent shaped sconces, and shadows flickered warily over the walls.

A blue eyed girl stepped over a fallen sconce lightly, and continued on her way towards a door. She rapped on the door, an anxious look appearing on her face.

A red haired girl opened the door and cast a weary look at the brown-haired girl. Nodding, the red haired girl let the other into the room, shutting the door with a soft clang.

"Rowena, you know Salazar has been calling for you…" the red haired girl trailed off.

"Yes, I know Helga; it's time for me to watch over, isn't it?" Rowena replied back as she continued into Salazar's room.

Salazar's room was decorated in dark, rich greens with almost everything lined in silver. Salazar lay on the bed in the corner of the room, thrashing about in his sleep.

"Salazar..."

Rowena's soft voice filled the room and the man stopped his thrashing about. Rowena sat down in an ancient rocking chair and stared at one of her childhood friends.

"Rowena," his voice cracked.

"That was stupid, you know, getting bitten by a snake," Rowena scolded him, her blue eyes flashing.

Salazar grinned crookedly, before resting his head against the pillow and soundly going to sleep.
Rowena sighed and started rocking back and forward, starting to sing softly.

The melody carried the soft musical sound through the hollow room, lilting and wavering like dancers. A waft of gentle breeze wafted forth, carrying the bliss of sleep.

She got up and left the room as quietly as she had come in, leaving Salazar in his dreams.

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The melody of the song was still echoing in Hermione's ears when she woke up.

The sun was shining quite brightly, and it dawned on her that it was the weekend. She sighed and stretched. She had another Head meet-up with Draco, to hopefully figure out the details for the ball, so they could hand it in at tomorrow's Prefect meeting.

"Oomph!"

When she suddenly fell on the floor did she realize that she had been sleeping on her armchair. And that's when her headache started again.

"Owwww…" she muttered as she struggled to get up off the floor, while nursing her poor head at the same time.

A bright cheery voice echoed through her room.

"Wake up Mione! Let me in!" the bright and cheery voice echoed from the balcony.

Hermione frowned and raised an eyebrow before snuggling up in her armchair again.

A large crash sounded through the room, and something which felt much like an elbow made contact with Hermione's face.

Hermione groaned irritably and resolvedly made up her mind to kill the person who had disrupted her sleep.
Big innocent blue eyes found their way to Hermione's face and they blinked.

"Hi Mione!"

Hermione groaned and stared daggers at her friend's face. Ginny stared back, unintimidated by her friend's glare, returning it with one of her own trademark Weasley glares.

"You don't look all that well," was Ginny's only comment as she bounded up and down on Hermione's bed, breaking the glaring contest between the two teenagers.

"You're damn right about that. How did you get there anyway?" Hermione asked as she persisted rubbing her head.

The pain was almost unbearable now, and her mozzie bite she had just discovered then hurt. A Lot.

"Broom," Ginny kept on bouncing on the bed, but then she slipped and missed the bed completely, falling onto her butt.

"Bah Humbug," murmured Ginny as she turned to look at Hermione.

Hermione was holding her wand, a look of triumph in her eyes.

"What was that for anyway?" Hermione asked grumpily, the look of happiness fading away.

"To wake you up…" Ginny trailed off and smiled sheepishly at Hermione, who looked like she was going to explode at any second.

"3… 2… 1…" Ginny murmured very quietly…

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR! I HAD A HUGE HEADACHE AND YOU'VE JUST DOUBLED IT! NO, WAIT, YOU QUADRUPLED IT! I WAS ALREADY AWAKE DID YOU KNOW THAT? PLUS, YOU MESSED UP MY NEATLY MADE BED! NOW I HAVE TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN! PLUS TO THAT, YOU RUINED MY SLEEP, NOT TO MENTION MY ROOM! LOOK, IT'S PRACTICLY DESTROYED NOW! HOW COULD YOU GINNY! AND… OH MY GOD! MY ACHIEVEMENT AWARDS STARTING FROM KINDERGATEN! NOOO!"

Ginny sighed and picked up a book that was lying on the ground. And then, she actually started READING the print. Soon, Ginny was immersed in the book. And Hermione shouted on.

"URGH GINNY, I HATE YOU! I'LL SWEAR TO GOD I'LL CHOP YOU UP WITH A CARVING KNIFE, AND THEN I'M GOING TO PUT YOU IN A ENVELOPE, AND THEN I'LL POST YOU TO MYSELF, AND THEN I'LL CHOP THE ENVELOPE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND THEN I'LL PUT ALL THOSE PIECES INTO ANOTHER ENVELOPE, AND THEN I'LL POST IT TO MYSELF, AND THEN I'LL CHOP THAT ENVELOPE UP, AND THEN I'LL ROAST YOU IN THE KITCHENS AND THEN I'LL BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE, AND THEN I'LL CHOP YOU UP AGAIN, AND THEN I'LL BRING YOU BACK TO CLEAN UP THE MESS-"

Ginny sighed contently while she read the novel called Uglies. Was David going to end up with Shay or Tally? And would Tally betray the Smoke to become Pretty?

She bent down and continued reading, her eyes scanning the page. Ginny transfigured one of Hermione's crumpled up pieces of parchment and transfigured it into a bowl of ice cream and started eating it while still immersed in the book.

"AND THEN I'M GOING TO DISSECT YOU! THEN I'LL BURY YOU, THE DIG YOU UP AGAIN, THEN CHOP YOU UP MORE, THEN FEED YOU TO A SHARK, THEN I'LL STAB THE SHARK AND LIQUIFY IT THEN BURY THE LIQUID SHARK THEN DIG THAT GRAVE UP AGAIN THEN FEED THE LIQUID TO CHICKENS THEN I'LL KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE CHICKENS THEN VAPORIZE THEM THEN I'LL KEEP THE AIR INSIDE A JAR AND I'LL FLY TO THE SUN THEN I'LL THROW IT INTO THE SUN THEN LATER I'LL KILL THE SUN-"

Ginny smiled, relaxed as she continued to read Uglies. It was so interesting really. She was up to the part when Tally destroyed the tracking device which leads the authorities to the Smoke.

She looked up to see Hermione tearing out her hair and running around the room like a chicken with its head chopped off. Then, Ginny caught ahold of what Hermione was shouting…

"OOO, I'M GOING TO BURN YOUR FACE THEN SOAK IT WITH GASOLINE THEN STUFF YOU IN A BAG AND LIGHT THE BAG ON FIRE, THEN BURN YOU, AND BEFORE YOU DIE I'LL THROW YOU INTO A LAKE SO YOU'LL DROWN-"

"Okay Mione, calm down…"

Ginny sighed and wiped invisible non-existent sweat off her forehead. Hermione was still not shutting up.

"THEN, I'LL THROW YOU INTO A LAKE OF PIRHANAS AND AFTER ALL THE PIRHANAS HAVE EATEN A PART OF YOU, I'LL FISH THEM OUT AND CHOP ALL THE PIRHANA'S UP AND-"

"SHUT UP!" Ginny yelled, finally losing her cool.

Ginny could feel the giant sweatdrop which was forming on her forehead and she didn't like it.

"AND THEN, I SHALL RULE THE WORLD WITH THE HELP OF THE EVIL FLUTES OF MAR- huh? Did you say something Ginny?" Hermione looked at Ginny enquiringly.

Ginny gave Hermione a weird look and shrugged.
"No," she said. "I just wanted to tell you that the Head's meeting is-was in 45 minutes… and now it's in…"
Ginny glanced at the clock and took a double turn. They only had 5 minutes!

Hermione had noticed this too, and threw her alarm clock to the floor, cursing it to a horrible life in hell. Then Hermione ushered Ginny out of her room, throwing the broomstick at Ginny's retreating back.

Hermione quickly changed, grabbed her bookbag and rushed outside, towards the lake.

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When Hermione arrived at the lake, panting heavily, Draco was already there, examining his nails with a bored look on his face. When he heard her footsteps, he looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"Slept in?"

Hermione scowled at him and brought out her notes. Then, she noticed Draco staring out at the horizon, with a blank look on his face.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking."

"About what?"

"Oh, you know. The big questions of life. Like, if magical toast always lands butter-side down, and Kneezles always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a Kneezle and drop it?"

Hermione stared at him angrily. This was not a time to be sarcastic. She glared at Draco, and clenched her quill tightly, as if she wanted to strangle it.

Draco turned around, stared right back and shrugged.

"I guess a filthy Mudblood like yourself wouldn't understand the finer points of life, since you aren't born of the Pureblood class, and of course do not know what luxury is like," he remarked, smirking inwardly at the astonished and disgusted look on her face, before turning back around to look at the horizon again.

Hermione snapped.

"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND THE WORD MUDBLOOD? I'M THE SAME AS YOU, NOTHING ABOUT ME IS DIFFERENT! STOP BEING SO DAMN STUCK UP AND LOOK BEHIND THE DADDY'S LITTLE BOY POSE! MAYBE YOU'LL LEARN SOMETHING AND STOP ACTING LIKE YOUR FATHER YOU BASTARD WHO DESERVES TO ROT IN FREAKING HELL FOR ALL I CARE! BECAUSE YOUR FATHER ISN'T ANYONE YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF! HE'S A MURDERER AND A FAKE WHO DESERVES A LOT MORE BRUTAL FATE THEN YOU EVER WILL… BUT THEN AGAIN, SINCE YOU'RE GOING TO TURN OUT LIKE HIM, I GUESS IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE!"

Draco turn around slowly, and he full on glared at Hermione, his eyes turning a deep angry black.

"What did you say?"

Even a sarcastic Draco was better than the angry one which was standing right in front of her now. Hermione shivered and watched him walk off slowly. It was sad really, he didn't know that much better.

A wave of guilt settled over Hermione like a heavy blanket, which wouldn't go away no matter how much she tried to make it disappear.

She ran after Draco and grabbed his arm.

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When Hermione grabbed his arm, a strange sensation went over her. A white blade of pain shot through Hermione as if Draco had driven a knife into his arm.

She cried out, and much as he had wanted to stand, he found she couldn't - her knees went as if his legs had been kicked out from under her, and she hit the floor with his hands, releasing her grip of Draco.

She writhed and curled in on herself, conscious for those moments only of the pain that speared through her arm, raced up her veins, threatened to stop her heart.

Bright white agonies burst behind her eyes: stars, constellations, exploding galaxies, painted silver on her inner lids.

When the pain did not return, she opened his eyes and sat up slowly, aching all over, her arm burning as if it had been held in a fire.

She grabbed Draco's hand and turned it palm up, knowing already what she would see, burned black and raw into the skin of his forearm.

The skull with its grinning jaws, the snake, the same empty eye sockets mocking him now as they had mocked him from their place on his father's arm. Signo Serpens.

The Dark Mark…

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A/N: Oooohhh… cliffie. I grant you permission to hate me. Forever. Although I'll be sad… but I think that it goes better with the story, if you get my drift. And Rowena doesn't like Salazar, which makes some complications…

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