Disclaimer: I have no claim to these characters, only the plot.
A/N: So, another chapter is here, and I would like to take this time to say Thank You to all of you who have either read this story or reviewed it. It means a lot that you take the time to read a story still in the works as opposed to one that is already fifteen chapters long. And to answer one of the reviewers' questions, I don't know anything about the story "The Redemption of Lucifer" or something like that (I can't really remember the title that you gave me and I am unable to access the internet right now, sorry). Anyway, back to the story....
Chapter 3: Clocks, Books, and Kisses
There is some truth to the evil that was rooting inside of her. It really was not her imagination, and it really was there, brewing inside, like a chaotic plant, reaching into the depths of the despair she was feeling.
The worst part, for me, was to stand by as witness to this monstrosity, this deadly poison that was taking control. And the second worst thing was realizing that although I could do nothing about it, I also had to watch my own heart break in two while it happened. Until we first were together I didn't realize how much I not only cared, but loved her, deeply.
And I could not stop the evil inside, not without losing myself in the bargain.
Draco Malfoy
She stared at the door in horror. Hermione knew for years of using this hall that all the doors didn't have locks, for the purpose of students having a place to study if they needed. And as this was her favourite classroom for study in this hall, so she definitely knew that this door had no lock. Harry and Ron had come barging in one to many times, and she always said that the door needed a lock.
But the door now had a lock that wasn't there moments ago.
Alright. What is this? Some trick, maybe? Or maybe a hex? It could be a hex, right? She held her head with her hands, frantically trying to make sense of this travesty. Okay if I can do something with my thoughts and this is a hex, what am I thinking now?
Monday Morning.
A voice, but inside her head, appeared out of nowhere. She asked what day it was, and it answered. Okay. Another test.
"The time. What is the time?"
Clocks of all shapes and sizes appeared before her. Each had a different time, and two were glowing. She realized these clocks represented all the time zones all over the world and the two that were glowing were the ones that represented her time. Walking over to the clocks slowly, she saw the time to be 8:30 a.m. Glancing around, she looked closely at the other clocks and saw small pictures floating in the face pieces. Smiling, she recognized the pictures to be legends of Odysseus, Hercules, Arthur, Tristan and Issolte, Achilles, Jason, Galahad, and most other legends of Classic and Celtic mythology, which were two of her favourite subjects. Noticing the second clock that was glowing, she saw a sketch of Cassandra. Hermione wasn't familiar with Cassandra, but knew her to be the prettiest of King Priam of Troy's daughters, and knew her also to be the one who foretold the destruction of beauteous Troy. Hermione wondered if she was a warning.
"Alright. No time." She hesitantly said.
The clocks disappeared. "Oh Merlin, what in hell's name is going on? On second thought, don't answer that!" She spoke to the air in a panicked tone.
"Okay. Let's try something different. I need a target, no a fireproof target. Now, can I throw flame?"
Without even lifting a finger, a bolt of fire shot through the air and hit the bull's eye dead on target. Cool, she thought. Suddenly ice began form on the walls, and she quickly yelled, "Not literally!" and the ice faded away.
Then it hit her, How can I be doing this without a WAND? Isn't that impossible? She began to pace, "Show me information on wandless magics, and on whatever is happening to me."
Four books appeared on the table in front of her. Approaching cautiously, she saw 'Hogwarts: A History' with several pages marked, a novel titled 'My own downfall' by Tribaquai Deltanio, an Encyclopedia of Magics, volume W also with pages marked, and finally a leather bound manuscript with a blank cover and almost half a foot thick.
Sighing, Hermione opened the first book and began to read.
Two hours later, Hermione had made her way through three of the books and was about to start on the blank covered book. She had learned that wandless magic was impossible, and that mind control was also impossible. She concluded that whatever was happening was a delusion, and that she was obviously feverish.
Opening the fourth and final book, she found the pages to be empty. Confused, she turned back to first page, and thought, Why would this be sent to me? It's blank, and there is no point to it. Slowly, she started to close the book when she noticed writing forming on the page.
I can help you know, my darling. Ask me whatever you want.
Startled, she frowned at the request, thinking the writing to be oddly old fashioned and stranger still to be talking to her.
You are not crazy, my dear. Simply blessed.
"Okay. If the book can talk to me, maybe it can answer my questions. What is happening to me?"
Simply a change of direction. You cannot do wandless magic, you know. That is not what you are doing. You are simply controlling the molecules in your body, and concentrating on your inner power, true magic. But you aren't complete. Not yet. But you will be soon, I promise, my beauty.
"What are you?"
A part of you.
"Does this mean...that I can...do anything...?"
Yes.
"And, my dream...?"
Not real. Could be, but it is not real to your reality.
"What about...?"
Love? My sweet girl, of course there is a manifestation of love in your world. But I promise, you will find true love, soon.
"You keep promising me things, and I don't even know what or who you are. Explain yourself."
YOU WILL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH!
Then the writing disappeared and the book closed itself. Okay, now that was weird. Shaking her head, she dismissed all the books, except the blank one, which she picked up, and left the room.
The door no longer had a lock.
Draco Malfoy limped out of the Hospital Wing with an arm in a sling and a very large concussion. It had been hard on his reputation to explain that he had 'accidentally' fallen down 'stairs'. He really didn't think that the nurse believed him, but he could tell her that he had been blown into a wall by Hermione Granger, without the use of a wand.
It had been so strange, yet he knew if he could just find her, that he could get an explanation. He reached the Head Dorms, and as the portrait swung open, he stepped through. Limping into the common room, he noticed a large fire in the fireplace, and a sleepy warmth that encircled the room. Walking with pain, he approached the couch in front of the fire and was about the sit down when he noticed Granger sleeping peacefully, lounged out on the sofa, as if see owned it.
Grinning to himself, he watched her sleep, noticing the firelight glance off her face with a glow frightenly close the glowing he had witnessed almost a day before. But unlike then, she seemed at peace, so different than what she looked like a few hours ago. So beautiful...he thought, her hair seemed to caress her face, the beautiful milkly cream color of her face. I want to touch her face, but will I wake her? Ignoring his thoughts, he lifted a finger from his good arm and drew a finger down her cheek. She sighed, and he quickly snatched his finger back, but she continued her peaceful sleep.
I don't want to touch her, I want to....kiss her. Carefully, he lowered his head, and brushed her cheek with a kiss. He could taste the peacefulness of her dreams. Daringly, he moved his kisses closer to her lips, then he empowered her lips. It was only for a moment, but he felt like he was there forever. She tasted like...the sweetest syrup that you could find, yet not so sweet that it was painful. It was just perfect. A simple peck, and he was on fire more than he had ever been, even in the middle of sex.
Draco drew away slowly, savouring the moment. Standing, he stepped away as quickly as he could to the mantle, as she stirred from her catnap.
"Mmmm...Hi. Did you just touch me?" She frowned up at him, half asleep, half awake.
"No, why would I touch the likes of you, Granger? I might get infected." He mentally hit himself, but he couldn't admit what he had just done. Oh, but to taste those sweet lips again...stop it Malfoy! Get a grip on your raging hormones. This is Granger you're thinking about. STOP fantasizing about her between your sheets, naked, beautiful,....Shut Up! Stop thinking about her!
"Hey, Malfoy, I didn't say I wanted you to touch me, I just asked. Fuck off, will you? Just could you at least try and be decent for the last week of school, please? I am so tired of your shit. So back off!"
"My shit? Granger, in case you haven't noticed, the sling on my arm, and the bruise on my face aren't exactly my fault. You did this to me, remember? I don't know how, but you did. So why don't you shut up about my shit and explain why the hell I've been kind of terrified of you the past day and a half, maybe even two days. I'm not normally in fear that you are going to fling me into a wall without using a spell or a wand. Explanation. Now." He sat down next to her, and lifted an eyebrow.
"Bite me, Malfoy!" Hermione got up and went to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Actually, I'd like to. The little conscience inside his head was being a brat, and an asshole today. He sat there, looking at the flames, wondering why he felt like ravishing Hermione Granger, in a really good way, with her between his sheets, naked and beautiful.
"Stupid conscience!"
So as a teenage boy, I was a little confused by the feelings that had never occurred to me before. I simply dismissed them as hormones. You see, I had never felt this way before, and I had slept with my share of women, younger and older. But I had never felt a passion like this before, and from one simple little kiss? I was terrified of myself, and of Hermione.
She had discovered, or more precisely, uncovered, something dangerous, as I have already stated. But she knew partly how to control it now, and how to use it. She was close to losing herself to the 'electric soul destroying magic' that had been waiting in that book.
She just could not see the danger she had unleashed.
Draco Malfoy
A/N: So, here is chapter three. Till next time, read and review. Callista.