Fleur- No, it was really Cho, but I have my reasons for making her do that.
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DemonWitch666- Ouch! Yea, I will try to fix those mistakes some time soon. As for Harry and Cho, I have reasons for putting them together, which you will see later. Don't let appearances fool you (ps- no, that was the real Cho, not someone with Polyjuice). As for the Ravenclaw thing, I was comparing them to Gryffindor. Seamus being gay- I had to do it to somebody. Tear tear. Yep! Draco is related to a lot of people, as you will see in later chapters!
DMandOBrhot- thanks!
Intofire101- Thanks! And I was having too hard a time with the Shakespeare. It didn't work out. And I will put in a pillow fight somewhere!
~*Previously on Sphinx*~ "I had a girlfriend once. Her name was Xaverri. She was as beautiful as the night. She was the only person, before you, that I had ever felt something when I kissed her. We didn't go very far, which was a good thing. It turned out that she was one of my millions of second cousins. Dang, I'm related to everyone."
"Wow, a real Luke and Leia romance."
He nodded.
"The day that I had to tell her of our relation, was the day she told me she loved me. Love is a foreign feeling to me. My father would choke out almost everything that I did that was loving, except for my kindness to my mother. To tell her, was one of the reasons I broke off a lot of my relations with women. I only brought Pansy to the Yule Ball so that I wouldn't give Potter something to laugh at me about. But with you, I feel like it is time to start over. Erase the old charts where I was cruel. You make me want to be a good person."
"Draco, we can't," she said as a small tear slipped down her cheek.
"I know." He lightly and quickly kissed her lips and went back inside, leaving Hermione to her thoughts. ***
"Though I walk in the shadow of death, I fear no evil. For thou art with me."~ Psalm 23
*** A few days past, and before Hermione knew it, a week of her servitude was up. The days were similar to her first. Draco still ordered her around like some overbearing bunduk. Pansy was still mean and shot many poisonous glares her way. Ron and Harry gave her many sympathetic looks, and Seamus, though he was what he was, had become very brainy, and kept comparing her to tragic heroines such as Briseis and Guinevere.
As for the so called "romance story," the flames had cooled and Draco never mentioned that night. He was still kind to her, but never made any moves. This made Hermione nervous, yet relaxed at the same time.
Hermione often noticed that Draco received many letters sealed with black wax. She had no idea what the contents were, or who they were from, until one night.
"So, how about another Edgar Allen Poe tonight?" she asked him.
"Sure, why not?" he replied.
"Okay, 'Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, over many quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore...'"
After she had recited a few lines, he began to recite along with her.
"You've read 'The Raven'?" she said, puzzled.
"My father insisted that I have some knowledge of culture."
"But Poe was a Muggle."
"Ah, that is what you think."
"He was a wizard?"
"Yep, so were Dante, Homer, and Petrark."
"Not Shakespeare?"
"No. Shakespeare thought witches had beards and were led by some frump named Hecate. Totally wrong."
And suddenly, a few small short taps were heard on the window. Hermione got out of bed and went to open the window. In stepped a stately raven.
"How ironic," Hermione said.
"Whose it from?"
"I don't know, but it has a black seal."
Draco's face paled.
"Toss it here," he said flatly.
Draco ripped open the letter after Hermione gave it to him. He read it, and then dropped it, a look of shock on his face.
"Oh my God," he said.
"What?" questioned Hermione, "what does it say?"
"C'mon," he said.
He grabbed her hand and whooshed her out of the room. Their feet pounded on the stone floors as they ran through the halls. Hermione tried to question him about the letter, but he ignored all her questions. When he got to the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office, he stopped and pulled out his wand.
"Synishmita," he whispered. The gargoyle stepped aside. Draco ran up the stairs with Hermione panting after him. He threw open the door of Dumbledore's office and stopped short. Hermione banged into the back of him.
"If you are going to stop like that at least..." she looked at the blue carpet of Dumbledore's office. There, one the floor was Dumbledore. The murder was not clean, for blood surrounded his body. A look of horror was on the old man's face, his half moon spectacles askew.
Hermione sucked her breath and began to sob uncontrollably. Draco walked over to the body, and closed Dumbledore's eyes. He walked back over to Hermione who was leaning against the doorpost. He turned her away from the crime scene, and then wrapped her in his arms. She continued to sniffle.
"We need to go tell McGonagall. We won't let her find him."
Hermione nodded.
**** After their words with McGonagall, they returned to their room. Once they were there, Hermione began to cry again. Draco offered her a hanky, and then tried to comfort her.
"Look, Hermione. It's okay. We'll find a new headmaster."
"You don't get it do you?"
"I don't get what?" "Dumbledore is dead."
"I know that."
"Dumbledore was the only man You-Know-Who was afraid of. Now there is nothing standing in his way. He can take over the world. Kill Harry. Kill me. Kill-well, not you. Kill everyone if he wants to."
"And why not me?"
"Why would he? You're a Death Eater."
Draco's face immediately hardened.
"Hermione, I have been sleeping with you in my boxers every night. Have you ever seen the Dark Mark on me?"
She shook her head no.
"Then that means I'm not a Death Eater."
"What about your father."
"Don't talk about my father."
"Why not?"
"Because we are two separate people with our own lives. Let me live mine."
She looked away.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"It's okay. Now I think it is time for us to go to bed. We have had enough adventure for one night."
She climbed into bed beside him.
A few hours past, and Hermione couldn't get to sleep. She felt Draco get out of bed to go to the bathroom. He must have thought she was asleep, because when he came back he leaned over towards her. She laid a still as she could.
"Hermione" he whispered, "I know you can't here me, but I want you to know that I am her if you need me. You don't always have to go running to Potter and his sidekick. I know that I have been a real ass in the past, but can we start over. Goodnight, my..."
Draco bit his lip, then rolled over to go back to sleep, leaving Hermione, her eyes still full.
**** Drama!!!!!
Like or no?
Blackstardust- Thanks!
Ezbra1233- Yea, so that is why I am dousing the flames in this chapter. Thanks for reviewing!
Crystalline Lily- Yay! More plot! Thanks!
Andufeniel- Sorry, no spoilers! Thanks for reviewing!
Pandora- Thanks!
DemonWitch666- Ouch! Yea, I will try to fix those mistakes some time soon. As for Harry and Cho, I have reasons for putting them together, which you will see later. Don't let appearances fool you (ps- no, that was the real Cho, not someone with Polyjuice). As for the Ravenclaw thing, I was comparing them to Gryffindor. Seamus being gay- I had to do it to somebody. Tear tear. Yep! Draco is related to a lot of people, as you will see in later chapters!
DMandOBrhot- thanks!
Intofire101- Thanks! And I was having too hard a time with the Shakespeare. It didn't work out. And I will put in a pillow fight somewhere!
~*Previously on Sphinx*~ "I had a girlfriend once. Her name was Xaverri. She was as beautiful as the night. She was the only person, before you, that I had ever felt something when I kissed her. We didn't go very far, which was a good thing. It turned out that she was one of my millions of second cousins. Dang, I'm related to everyone."
"Wow, a real Luke and Leia romance."
He nodded.
"The day that I had to tell her of our relation, was the day she told me she loved me. Love is a foreign feeling to me. My father would choke out almost everything that I did that was loving, except for my kindness to my mother. To tell her, was one of the reasons I broke off a lot of my relations with women. I only brought Pansy to the Yule Ball so that I wouldn't give Potter something to laugh at me about. But with you, I feel like it is time to start over. Erase the old charts where I was cruel. You make me want to be a good person."
"Draco, we can't," she said as a small tear slipped down her cheek.
"I know." He lightly and quickly kissed her lips and went back inside, leaving Hermione to her thoughts. ***
"Though I walk in the shadow of death, I fear no evil. For thou art with me."~ Psalm 23
*** A few days past, and before Hermione knew it, a week of her servitude was up. The days were similar to her first. Draco still ordered her around like some overbearing bunduk. Pansy was still mean and shot many poisonous glares her way. Ron and Harry gave her many sympathetic looks, and Seamus, though he was what he was, had become very brainy, and kept comparing her to tragic heroines such as Briseis and Guinevere.
As for the so called "romance story," the flames had cooled and Draco never mentioned that night. He was still kind to her, but never made any moves. This made Hermione nervous, yet relaxed at the same time.
Hermione often noticed that Draco received many letters sealed with black wax. She had no idea what the contents were, or who they were from, until one night.
"So, how about another Edgar Allen Poe tonight?" she asked him.
"Sure, why not?" he replied.
"Okay, 'Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, over many quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore...'"
After she had recited a few lines, he began to recite along with her.
"You've read 'The Raven'?" she said, puzzled.
"My father insisted that I have some knowledge of culture."
"But Poe was a Muggle."
"Ah, that is what you think."
"He was a wizard?"
"Yep, so were Dante, Homer, and Petrark."
"Not Shakespeare?"
"No. Shakespeare thought witches had beards and were led by some frump named Hecate. Totally wrong."
And suddenly, a few small short taps were heard on the window. Hermione got out of bed and went to open the window. In stepped a stately raven.
"How ironic," Hermione said.
"Whose it from?"
"I don't know, but it has a black seal."
Draco's face paled.
"Toss it here," he said flatly.
Draco ripped open the letter after Hermione gave it to him. He read it, and then dropped it, a look of shock on his face.
"Oh my God," he said.
"What?" questioned Hermione, "what does it say?"
"C'mon," he said.
He grabbed her hand and whooshed her out of the room. Their feet pounded on the stone floors as they ran through the halls. Hermione tried to question him about the letter, but he ignored all her questions. When he got to the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office, he stopped and pulled out his wand.
"Synishmita," he whispered. The gargoyle stepped aside. Draco ran up the stairs with Hermione panting after him. He threw open the door of Dumbledore's office and stopped short. Hermione banged into the back of him.
"If you are going to stop like that at least..." she looked at the blue carpet of Dumbledore's office. There, one the floor was Dumbledore. The murder was not clean, for blood surrounded his body. A look of horror was on the old man's face, his half moon spectacles askew.
Hermione sucked her breath and began to sob uncontrollably. Draco walked over to the body, and closed Dumbledore's eyes. He walked back over to Hermione who was leaning against the doorpost. He turned her away from the crime scene, and then wrapped her in his arms. She continued to sniffle.
"We need to go tell McGonagall. We won't let her find him."
Hermione nodded.
**** After their words with McGonagall, they returned to their room. Once they were there, Hermione began to cry again. Draco offered her a hanky, and then tried to comfort her.
"Look, Hermione. It's okay. We'll find a new headmaster."
"You don't get it do you?"
"I don't get what?" "Dumbledore is dead."
"I know that."
"Dumbledore was the only man You-Know-Who was afraid of. Now there is nothing standing in his way. He can take over the world. Kill Harry. Kill me. Kill-well, not you. Kill everyone if he wants to."
"And why not me?"
"Why would he? You're a Death Eater."
Draco's face immediately hardened.
"Hermione, I have been sleeping with you in my boxers every night. Have you ever seen the Dark Mark on me?"
She shook her head no.
"Then that means I'm not a Death Eater."
"What about your father."
"Don't talk about my father."
"Why not?"
"Because we are two separate people with our own lives. Let me live mine."
She looked away.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"It's okay. Now I think it is time for us to go to bed. We have had enough adventure for one night."
She climbed into bed beside him.
A few hours past, and Hermione couldn't get to sleep. She felt Draco get out of bed to go to the bathroom. He must have thought she was asleep, because when he came back he leaned over towards her. She laid a still as she could.
"Hermione" he whispered, "I know you can't here me, but I want you to know that I am her if you need me. You don't always have to go running to Potter and his sidekick. I know that I have been a real ass in the past, but can we start over. Goodnight, my..."
Draco bit his lip, then rolled over to go back to sleep, leaving Hermione, her eyes still full.
**** Drama!!!!!
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